#my bat eddie fic...i just wanna read her

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what's that post that's like I just wanna read the fic I'm writing without having to finish writing it... yeah

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Can’t Fight This Feeling Pt. 1

“For…me?” He asked.

“What?”

“You said… you said you wanted to look pretty for ME?”

You chewed at the inside of your lip. “Well, yea, Eddie!” You blurted out. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of have a crush on you!” You felt bold now.

“ME?” Eddie asked again, his eyebrows furrowed and his face showing genuine confusion. “Yes, you absolute shithead! On you! I have a big fat fucking crush on YOU!”

***Eddie Munson x Female Reader • 18 plus • 5.5k words***

cursing, drug use, pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, arguing and making up, eventual smut

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Detention again. Third time this month. Never ending cycle for you, it seemed. Just couldn’t get it together, your smart mouth had been getting you in trouble since you learned to form sentences. Especially when annoying teachers asked you stupid questions. Sometimes, the punishment was worth the satisfaction of whatever comment you made to land yourself in this room. 

After hours, the school was eerily quiet. You and a few others sat scattered in this room with Mr. Higgins behind the desk, feet propped up reading a magazine. He glanced over the top of the magazine every now and then to make sure all was well. 

You shifted in your desk, doodling on your notebook paper, and glanced at the clock. 4:05. Only 10 more minutes and you’d be free, riding home on your bike to heat up some canned semblance of food and play Super Mario Bros all night. Your mom was working 12 hour night shifts at the hospital, and she had recently splurged for the gaming system as an apology for being gone all the time. 

Movement out of the corner of your eye pulled your attention from the clock. A few seats in front of you, another detention regular and friend of yours, Eddie Munson was twisting his long and unruly hair into a messy ponytail on the back of his head. He had his nails painted black, fingers littered with heavy silver rings. You admired the tattoo on his arm, a cluster of bats flying across an implied sky. He was the freakiest of the freaks here at Hawkins High, a title which he seemed to be proud of most of the time. But as a freak yourself, you knew that it wasn’t always easy being different from most everyone around you. 

Mr. Higgins stood up and announced he was going to the “little boys room” and cautioned all 5 of you in the room to behave as he stepped out into the hallway. Getting up from his desk almost as soon as the teacher was out of sight, Eddie slid into the desk next to you. “We gotta stop meeting like this,” he said with a smile on his face, laying one arm out across the desk and laying his head down on it, looking up at you with big, brown eyes. All charm, he was. “I can’t be tamed,” you joked back. His eyes sparkled at your response.  “Hey, wanna smoke after we get outta here?” Eddie asked. “You can throw your bike in the back of my van, I’ll drive you home.” 

He looked up at you again, still sprawled out across the desk like it was the world comfiest bed. His face was just so hopeful, like he was worried you wouldn’t say yes. But, looking at him, you thought…how could you say no? So you didn’t, nodding yes as you went back to your doodle. 

“Mr. Munson,” warned Mr. Higgins as he walked back into the room, “Please get back to your assigned seat.” Eddie rolled his eyes and made a mocking face as he rose up and resumed his spot two desks ahead of yours. You glanced at the clock again. Five more minutes. 

****

Moments after everyone was dismissed from the after hours punishment, you and Eddie were walking together towards the parking lot. This was familiar. In the year since you’d moved here, you’d become friends with Eddie, who seemed to have a habit of adopting the newbies and loners. Part of you knew that he did it because he wanted to keep anyone else from feeling like he did. Ostracized and alone. Eddie didn’t have a lot of friends, but the ones he did keep close he loved fiercely. You were not sure if he held you in the same regard he did Dustin or Gareth but you were happy regardless, to have him in your life at all. He was hard to get to know, which was surprising considering his crass behavior at school, at The Hideout where his band performed, in public, at home, everywhere actually. But once you spent several hours long smoke and hang out sessions in each other presence, and broke past the outer edges of Eddie Munson… underneath was a soft and gentle person who was lacking confidence after years of struggling under the backlash he got just from being himself. 

His parents weren’t around, he had no siblings, his only family was his Uncle Wayne who, like your mom, worked long night shifts to pay the bills and keep them in the humble trailer the pair shared. You quickly learned that the acceptance and kindness Eddie showed to you (and others) was a reflection of what he was missing in his own life. He wouldn’t admit that, of course, but you didn’t need him too. 

Eddie slammed the door shut on the back of his van after tossing your bike inside, and you parted ways to either side of the vehicle, reuniting as you both climbed into your respective seats. He cranked the old thing up, it roared to life and Eddie immediately pressed play on the stereo, Flag of Hate by Kreator bellowed out loudly and he immediately started bobbing his head and tapping his ring clad fingers on the steering wheel as he began to drive. You smiled softly, just enjoying his energy. The drive to your house was short and neither of you spoke, the first song fading into another that didn’t even get a chance to end before his van was parked in the drive way of your small house. Two bedroom, one bathroom, in an ok part of town. Not the best but better than trailer park Eddie called home. 

He grabbed his faithful metal lunch box and hopped out of the drivers side, following behind you as you both approached the front door. 

“You got any food?” Eddie inquired, before you had even turned your key in the lock. You chuckled and offered “I got spaghettios?” To which Eddie replied by smacking his open palm on his own thigh, as if it was the best news he had heard all day. “That’ll do!”

Inside you heated up two cans of them on the stove in the small kitchen as Eddie sat at the kitchen table and rolled you each a joint, rambling about his latest ideas for one of his campaigns with The Hellfire club. 

“It’s called a Manticore,” he explained with excitement in his voice, “It’s got a fucking lion body, and a scorpion tale! So bad ass.” You nodded with approval, listening as you slowly stirred the pot. “That sounds…intense,” you said as you pulled two bowls from the cabinet.

“Oh, it is!” Eddie continued rambling, his mind so focused on his story that the paper sat in his right hand, open and halfway full of bud but still unrolled. His left hand was moving about dramatically, like an extension of his words. “Its got an armor class of 14 which isn’t that high but it has like, 70 hit points so it’s harder to beat.” 

“You are very attractive when you’re passionate,” you admit as you serve up the canned dinner. Eddie suddenly got very quiet. “Uh oh,” you tease, “is that a blush I see on your cheeks, Munson?” He goes back to rolling the forgotten joint and grins, “Shut your mouth.”

 You slide a bowl in front of him and sit down opposite. He brings the joint to his mouth, his tongue delicately drawing across the paper to moisten it slightly. As he runs it across his tongue, he looks up at you purposefully and the eye contact makes you feel warm all over. “Uh oh,” he says mockingly as he presses the final seal into the joint, “is that blush I see on your cheeks?” and he laughs at himself, like he is truly the funniest person alive, trading the joint in his hand for a spoon and shoveling in a bite of the food you served him. 

Sitting at your table, the two of you alone in the house, eating dinner with Eddie, about to smoke and talk for hours. None of it was out of the usual, as it had quickly become something you guys did at least once a week. However, lately you’d noticed subtle changes in the dynamic between the two of you. Sitting closer on the couch, your thighs touching. Lingering looks at each other’s bodies when either of you were up and moving around. Both of you were always quick with words, but the flirting had been turned up exponentially over the last few weeks. You felt like you could tell that whatever feelings you were developing for Eddie, he was developing too. But you were unsure. Scared to make things uncomfortable, you had never taken it just over the line. Never made a move. Eddie hadn’t either, to be fair, and the last thing you wanted to do was cross a boundary and make things weird with….well, the only real friend you had at this point. 

As both of you finished your food, Eddie scooped your bowl up and placed them both in the sink. “Such a gentleman,” you cooed sarcastically. “Can you wash em, too?” 

“Sorry, sweetheart. No deal.” 

In unison, you both picked up one of the joints Eddie had rolled and moved towards the front door. Outside in the haze of the dimming sky, you sat side by side on the small concrete slab in front of your door. Backs leaning against the door you had just come out of. You both let your legs stretch out in front of you, your feet lining up right next to his ankles. You wiggled your toes to draw his attention to the height difference. “Midget,” he teased, passing you the lighter from his pocket. You held the flame to the end of the joint, the paper crackling as you puffed to draw the heat into the herb inside. Eddie watched you take a big puff and hold it in as you handed the lighter off you to him, where he mirrored your actions. 

You leaned your head back against the door, exhaling suddenly when the pressure in your chest became too much. Relaxation already creeping out from your core. “Shit, I love weed,” you said bluntly and Eddie cackled, choking on the hit he had drawn into his own lungs. “Jesus,” he said between coughs. “Marry me now.” You pushed your shoulder into his at the comment, but the words felt good to hear. 

“You know, I never was a stoner until I met you. I mean, I’d smoked now and then, but you completely corrupted me.” 

Eddie beamed at you, a toothless grin on his face as he took another hit. “I have that affect on people, it’s a talent of mine.” 

Your eyes lingered on the profile of his face, hard and soft at the same time. Full lips and prominent nose. Slightly squared chin. Cheeks that wrinkled as he smiled. His eyes were big and bright, always looking like he was in wonder of the world around him. His face was expressive and you loved that. Never had to guess what he was thinking. Which is why now, as you studied him, you saw a slight frown and were unsure what could’ve caused it. 

You took another hit and gauged the energy between the two of you. It felt like there was heat buzzing between your shoulder and his. As the sun set further, the evening breeze blew and made you shiver, though the early fall air was nowhere near cold. You wanted to say something, but not sure what, so you settled on, “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“Yea?” He asked, plucking a loose piece of bud off his bottom lip and flicking it from his finger to the ground. 

“Yea.” You assured. Didn’t feel the need to explain why. 

“Me, too.” He replied after a moment. Didn’t feel the need to explain why, either. 

You finished your smoking in silence, both of you just staring off at the darkening sky. 

“I know it’s lame but I get a little scared being here by myself at night,” you admit. Eddie chuckled, “You?! You’re like, so not the type to be scared of the dark.” 

“I am not scared of the dark.” You insisted. “I’m scared of what’s IN the dark. Potentially. Possibly.” 

“Ok, that’s fair…” he trailed off. “I’ll protect you.” He insisted, place a large hand on your thigh. Your stoned mind immediately focused on it, staring down at the hand. He withdrew, apologizing, and you realized he probably thought your reaction was BAD because you were so stunned by the sudden contact. He’d never touched you anywhere other than a quick hug, your shoulder maybe. The hand on your thigh felt so personal. 

You apologized back and tried to explain through your stumbling words than you hadn’t minded the touch, in fact you liked it, but you were awkward at this point and too high to make much sense so you trailed off without even making a solid argument. 

“What I mean is….my mom is always gone at night and sometimes I get paranoid. Especially when I get high by myself. Focusing on every sound I hear, you know? The house isn’t big but it’s empty and I’ve watched….a lot of horror movies.” 

“I get it,” Eddie said. You knew he did. He spent a lot of nights alone, too. “I could stay.” He offered suddenly. “You know, on the couch…”

You smiled at him before practically yelling, “SLUMBER PARTY!” 

He laughed with his whole belly, “Will ya braid my hair?” 

“Mmhmm, only if you paint my nails black like yours.” 

At this comment, he held his hands out and wiggled his fingers, like he himself was noticing the polish for the first time. “You like it?” He asked, and you could just hear in his voice that he really needed to know, on a deep level, that you did. 

“I definitely do,” you reassured him, reaching out to grab the hand closest to you and pulling it up in front of your own face. “I definitely, definitely do…” and suddenly, something in you prompted you to delicately place a kiss on the largest knuckle. A quick and tender display, Eddie was surprised by it. But he never moved his hand a centimeter, like he was hoping you’d do it again. Silence settled between you both again. This happened a lot. Two people who were known for their smart mouths, for some reason when you were together, there wasn’t always a need to speak. 

“I got cotton mouth like a bitch,” he said with a dazed look on his face. You chuckled, dropping his hand and pushed yourself up off the concrete. Eddie followed, you both heading inside to get something to drink. Pouring glasses of ice cold black cherry Kool Aid, Eddie chugged his down quickly and slammed the cup down on the counter, signaling for a refill. He had stains on either side of his lips already from the dark red drink. “Have I mentioned that you have the dietary habits of a 12 year old?” He taunted. You stuck your tongue out at him before taking a long drink of your own, and he continued with, “but I do too, so that’s alright.” 

“Can you imagine us in 10 years, almost 30 and still eating frozen waffles and dry cereal by the handful?” You giggled out. “I would eat dry cereal with you for the rest of my life, honestly,” Eddie said like the idea was truly the dream of a lifetime. “I’d eat dry cereal with you, too.” 

Romantic and suave, weren’t you? The exchange felt like a confession of sorts. Awkward again, you glanced towards the living room and asked Eddie if he wanted to play your Nintendo. He agreed and you both spent the next few hours playing and dying and playing and dying on repeat. Talking shit to each other. Laughing. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes not at all. At half past nine, you started to yawn. Eddie took this as signal to leave and stood up, stretching his arms out to release the tension he’d developed from being hunched over on the couch. 

His stomach peaked through the bottom of his shirt, a glance at his smooth skin and trail of hair made you stare even if you knew you should probably avert your gaze. “Well,” he said loudly, bringing his hands down placing them on his hips. “I guess I better get going.”

You frowned whole heartedly. “I thought you…were going to stay.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened for a moment, and he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you were serious.” 

“Oh.” You said softly, glancing down at your lap. “Ok, yea. It’s fine.” You stood up to help usher him to the front door. 

“No,” he protested. “I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to. I just…” he trailed off. 

You stood there frozen, urging him with your eyes to finish his sentence. 

“I just didn’t know if you were sincere about it.”

“Eddie, when have I ever not been sincere?” you asked him earnestly. “I’d probably sleep better than I have in weeks if you’re here to, ya know, be the first line of defense against things that go bump in the night.”

He laughed a little. “I see. So, I am the sacrifice. The distraction so you can make an escape?” 

“Right, right. Glad we are on the same page.” 

You headed off down the small hallway and came back toting a pillow and blanket, to see Eddie stripping himself of his shoes and taking his long chain wallet off and placing it on the coffee table. 

“You can take off your pants,” you offered. He gasped and placed a hand to his chest in a dramatic fashion. “You think I’m that easy?” 

Eyes rolling, you tossed the pillow onto the couch behind him. “No. You’re not easy at all.” You muttered, stopping next to him and looking up. You reached to the back of his head and hooked your finger under the hair tie that held his messy hair back in the ponytail he had fashioned hours ago in detention. Slowly you pulled it towards you, freeing his unruly mane. “Not good to sleep with your hair up,” you explained. “Causes breakage.”

Loosening the hair with his fingers, he shook his head. “Can have that, my hair is what draws the babes my way.” For the second time in a 60 second period you rolled your eyes. “Oh yea. Same with me.” You said, tossing your own hair side to side to match his energy. 

He leaned forward then and delicately, just the way you had done to his knuckle, placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head. “Goodnight,” he whispered against you. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” You whispered back and then you were gone, walking to your bedroom and turning lights off along the way. 

You crawled into bed and melted there, so tired and heavy from the way the high had worn off. You felt safer than you had since God knows when, just knowing Eddie was in the living room.  You drifted off quickly, thinking of the subtle romantic gestures that had taken place between the two of you tonight. A slow smile spread on your face and before you knew it, morning came. Sunlight pouring in your window woke you. 

Eddie was gone. Blanket folded neatly and sitting on top of the pillow. You were sad in unexpected ways to see the couch empty. You settled in the spot where you assumed he had been, the pillow smelling like him. Oh man, you thought. This is….

Your thoughts trailed off. Afraid to finish the thought. Afraid to admit anything even to yourself. 

****

“Morning, sunshine!” Eddie bellowed from behind you, making you jump slightly. You hadn’t seen him coming, face buried in your locker. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Good,” you answered honestly. “Really good.” 

“I know. Trick question. See, I went to wake you up and tell you I was leaving but you were literally snoring and drooling so…”

You turned RED at the thought of Eddie standing next to your bed watching you sleep. “I do NOT snore,” you insisted. “Uh, yea. You do.” He insisted right back. 

“But it was like, not foghorn quality - don’t worry. It was like a cute baby bear.” He continued as you both walked down the hall towards first period. 

“A baby bear?” You toyed with the idea, trying to decide if the mental image was embarrassing or endearing. “That weed knocked me on my ass. Plus, I knew I was safe. With you being there, and all.” 

Eddie stood next to your desk as you sat down. He leaned over the desk, arms on either side, the weight of his own body causing his muscles to flex. “Would you like me to stay with you more often?” 

You gulped. “FUCK YES”your brain screamed, but instead you just coyly smiled and said “Sure, wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”

“Settled then, I’ll swing home and grab some clothes and meet you at your place later tonight. I’m gonna bring a surprise.” 

And he was gone, the back of his blue jean vest and a giant DIO patch replacing his face in your line of sight  as he made his way to his own desk. You had no earthly idea what he could mean by that. A surprise. 

The day was long,  longer than a school day usually felt. As you biked yourself the few miles home, you found yourself excited in a strange and new way about Eddie coming over. Your stomach felt heavy, jittery. You zoned out, on auto pilot as you peddled the street your house was one. “Get it together,” you told yourself. 

Inside you washed up the few dishes from your spaghettio feast and tidied up a few bits and bobs. You went into your bedroom to change out of your school clothes, and decided on a pair of pajama shorts and matching tank top. Your mom had given you this set for your 18th birthday a couple months prior, and as you looked in the mirror at how the fabric hugged your curves, you were thanking her silently in your mind. 

Suddenly you felt self conscious, looking at yourself in the mirror. You never looked at yourself too much. You weren’t overly concerned with appearance. You were pretty enough. But something about Eddie made you want to be prettier. You headed to your moms bedroom with determination, rifling through her makeup. Smearing some blush and running the mascara through your eyelashes. A little lipstick. Satisfied with the job you’d done, you walked through the house glancing at the clock. Eddie should show up soon. 

As if in sync with your thoughts, you heard the rumble of his old van mixed with loud muffled music. The music stopped and you heard his door slam. 

He knocked twice, and you pulled the door open. He had a big smile, which dropped when he saw you. “What’s, uh….what’s on your face?” 

“What the fuck do you mean?” You said, instantly angry and embarrassed.

He held his hand up and gestured towards your face. “What’s all this?” 

“It’s makeup, Eddie. Jesus Christ.” You moved to the side to let him in, feeling stupid. 

“No, I, uh, I get that. Just weird to see you with it on.” He said the words like he was truly uncomfortable and it did NOT help. 

“I just got bored waiting for you,” you explained falsely, “ya know, playing in my moms makeup.” 

You both chuckled awkwardly as Eddie dropped his bag on the floor next to the couch and you shut the door behind him. You noticed he was holding something behind his back, and you welcomed the change of subject by inquiring as to what it was. 

“It’s the surprise!” He said excitedly. From behind his back he pulled the biggest bong you’d ever seen in your life. 

Your eyes widened, “Eddie, are you joking?” 

“What? Don’t think you can handle it?” 

“I absolutely do NOT think I can handle it!” You squeaked out. “Are you trying to kill me?” 

He laughed and set the beast of a piece down on the coffee table. It was at least 3 feet tall. “I’ll be here to help,” he said as if his presence would somehow change things. “C’mon,” he sauntered towards you, arms out, “don’t be a chicken!” He folded his arms up against himself, and began BAWK BAWK BAWKING at you loudly. 

“Oh my god,” you faked annoyance when really you wanted to tell him he was the most handsome chicken you’d ever seen, crossing your arms over your chest. It made your cleavage pop out over the top of the tank top and you noticed that Eddie noticed and he looked away quickly when he saw you catch on.

“I’m not a chicken, I just don’t want my mom to come home and find me dead on the floor because my lungs collapsed. How would you explain that?” 

“I would most definitely grab your body and run.”

“What would you do with my corpse?”

“Bury you somewhere nice. Pretty. Under a tree.”

“I’d haunt your ass.”

“I hope so.”

Silence again. Silence which usually never bothered you felt tense today. Not in a bad way, in an exciting way. You wondered to yourself if he felt the same.

“Anyway, I brought some of my new supply. It’s really good. All over body high. Makes you feel heavy and couch locked. Your favorite!”

He was right. You loved body highs over head highs because of the intense relaxation it gave you. Noodles for arms and legs. Heavy eye lids. Slowed breathing. It was like being half asleep and half away. “Thoughtful.” You teased taking a seat on the couch. 

“That’s me. Thoughtful.”

He joked, but he was. He was more thoughtful than he gave himself credit for. 

You watched as he broke down the weed and packed a big bowl. Nervous and anxious for more than one reason. But excited to try it. 

“You ready for this?”

He picked up the massive glass bong and brought it to rest between you both on the couch. It was intimidating, to say the least. 

“Will you help me light it?” You asked, sitting upright with your legs crossed. “Course,” he assured and positioned the lighter at the ready.

“It’s gonna be a lot. Just keep pulling until I take the bowl out.” You nodded to indicate you understood him and positioned your lips inside the wide mouthpiece. 

Eddie flicked the lighter, flame to weed and you began to inhale steadily. The long neck of the bong filled slowly with cloudy and thick smoke, your eyes widened as you watched, Eddie’s did too. 

“Keep going,” he encouraged. 

You did. Pulling until your lungs couldn’t anymore. You tapped at his hand in desperation to make him stop and he did, yanking the stem and bowl out of the whole and releasing the suction. All at once, the giant cloud of smoke cleared from inside of the piece and rushed into your lungs. You inhaled and it was like fire. Burning. You immediately felt your eyes begin to water. “Hell yeah!”  Eddie cheered with enthusiasm. 

Within seconds you choked and coughed out a cloud of smoke bigger than anything you’d ever inhaled. You coughed so hard you thought you’d hack up an entire lung. Your chest was tight. Your throat was burning. Your vision literally blurred. Eddie leaned forward to pat you gruffly on the back, and you gasped out “Water – I need water.” 

He jumped up and disappeared to the kitchen as you continued to choke, the smoke had completely stolen your oxygen. Sticking a cup of water in your face, you grabbed it and chugged for several seconds. 

“I’m dying” you gasped out. Eddie was laughing at you, but not in a mocking way. “Damn, girl. I am impressed!” He bellowed out. You looked up at him through the haze filled room and he reached down with one of his rough hands and wiped the tears that were streaming down your cheek. “Messed up your make up though,” he said, showing you his thumb which had black mascara smeared on it. 

“Oh god,” you groaned out, leaning back against the couch. “I’m dying.” You repeated. 

“You’re not dying.”

“I am. I am dying.” You ran your hand over your face, pushing your hair out of your face.  You still couldn’t breathe right and you felt hot all over. 

“That was some of the….hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” Eddie said, not taking his eyes off your heaving chest. 

“Seriously?” You spat at him. 

“What?,” he asked innocently. 

“Don’t be shy now, Munson. Are you being serious?” 

He bites his lower lip a little before saying “yea” and you immediately cracked up. 

“What? What?!” He asks. “What’s so funny?”

“How in the hell,” you say through your laughter,” “can you possibly think me coughing to the point of tears and drool is hot?” 

Eddie threw his hands up in defense. “I don’t know! It just is! Geez!” He was laughing, too now. 

“I have smeared make up all over my face! I’m covered in sweat!” You started feeling yourself getting even more worked up than you already were. 

“I look like shit and, and, and” you stuttered as a sudden wave of emotion came over you, “and  all I wanted was to – to – god, fuck!” you swore as you felt your eyes well with tears. 

Eddie immediately stopped laughing. 

You hung your head down and hid it with your hands. You could NOT believe you were crying. What the fuck was in this weed? 

“Hey, hey, hey” he called gently as he scooted over to you. He threw his arm around your shoulders and shook you a little. “What did I do? I’m sorry!” He apologized for no reason. 

“It’s stupid,” you mumbled out through your hands. 

“Talk to me.” Eddie encouraged. 

“I just, I dunno….” You said lifting your face, eyes meeting his. “I just wanted to look pretty for you and you made fun of me and now I look like a sweaty prostitute!” 

You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “For…me?” He asked.

“What?”

“You said… you said you wanted to look pretty for ME?” 

You chewed at the inside of your lip. “Well, yea!” You blurred out. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of have a crush on you!” You felt bold now. 

“ME?” Eddie asked again, his eyebrows furrowed and his face showing genuine confusion. 

“Yes, you absolute shithead! On you! I have a big fat fucking crush on YOU! And I put on this make up and this tight ass tank top to show off my tits and got all nervous at the idea of you coming over and I’m a fucking idiot!” You continued yelling, getting up from the couch now to pace back and forth. 

“I know it’s weird and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cross any lines. I just thought, fuck I don’t know what. I thought maybe you would feel the same! I’m so stupid!” You were pacing back and forth between the couch and the coffee table and Eddie was just staring at you with, for once in his life, a completely blank expression.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You whacked yourself with the base of your palm right on the forehead with each word. “Now I’ve probably completely ruined our friendship. You are the only friend I have to be honest, and things will be weird and GOD I just want to crawl in a hole!”

Eddie grabbed your wrist and yanked at you to try to stop you from pacing, but you wriggled free. “Just go, Eddie. Please. I’m so embarrassed.”

You stormed off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you and flinging yourself onto the bed. 

Burying your face in the blankets, you screamed into the mattress and kicked your feet. A tantrum. A true tantrum. Bringing your face up to get some air, you felt tears stinging your eyes again. 

What was wrong with you? You’d never felt this way before. Frustrated and angry with yourself, but also sad. You cared for Eddie in a way that you hadn’t even realized until just now. The feelings had bubbled up so suddenly. You wished more than anything you could turn back time and take it all back. You had just made a total fool of yourself and there was no way to un-do it. The realization that you had, in one moment, killed your friendship AND ruined your chances at more, was almost too much to bear. You felt your heart breaking. It had to be breaking. This hurt more than anything else ever had. 

You heard the sound of Eddie’s van crank up outside and your tears poured faster. You told him to leave, but halfway didn’t believe he would. The sound of the old vans motor faded and he was gone. 

You were left alone in the silence. Only the sound of your own sniffles and the hum of the air conditioning keeping you company until your sadness exhausted you to the point of unconsciousness. 

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Trick or Treat 🎃

Hello lovely, first can I just say I adore your writing and was wondering if I could request a Halloween one for Eddie?

You and Eddie take your twins out trick or treating for the first time. Maybe a family Halloween costume too?

Request by anon ♥️

Don't copy, repost, translate or reuse my work.

Fluffy family based fic ♥️

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Meeting and marrying you was the best thing that had ever happened to Eddie and life got even better when you fell pregnant with twins, two adorable little girls.

Eddie loved being a daddy, loved his little family and doted on his three girls. It was safe to say you, Alice and Evie had Eddie wrapped around your little fingers.

Not that he minded one bit even if it was a source of good natured teasing from the Hellfire boys, who he still met up with once a week for a D&D session.

Eddie was an amazing father, at first he was nervous when you announced you were pregnant. Of course he was happy but he hadn't been brought up in the most stable household. Uncle Wayne was the only parental figure he had who was always there for him.

Despite his worries he eased into the role and doted on his girls, was very protective and the most amazing storyteller.

His stories were the highlight of for you and the girls, he told them nightly and he regularly acted them out with you. Alice and Evie hung on his every word.

He would read to them as well or join you when you were reading to the girls but he grew bored and embellished or told his own stories instead.

The twins were Eddie in miniature, all big brown eyes, dimples and curly brown hair. Like their father they also had a penchant for mischief and we're honorary Hellfire members as soon as they were born.

Eddie delighted in making them tiny Hellfire shirts.

Halloween was tonight and it was the first time you all were going trick or treating.

Eddie was a little emotional that his baby girls were growing up and you instantly comforted him, both of you wondering how time had flown by so quickly.

How were your girls already three years old? You couldn't believe it and didn't want to miss any moment of them growing up as it went so quick.

It was Eddie's idea to do a family costume. The girls were obsessed with Scooby Doo and Alice was determined to dress up in the Scooby Doo outfit she had seen at the store.

"Princess, we could go as Mystery inc. What do you think?" you nod excited by this.

"Alice and Evie would love it. Evie loves Velma and they have the cutest outfits at the mall.

"You wanna be the Daphne to my Fred? Eddie beams and wraps his arms around you, kissing you tenderly.

"Always but I think for this occasion you're definely Shaggy. The girls love your impression of him" he beams proudly loving making Alice and Evie laugh with his Shaggy voice.

"I'll rope Steve into playing Fred and we can meet up with him later in the night. He owes us for babysitting the six gremlins" you giggle and swat him playfully.

"Eddie, for the last time you can't call them Gremlins" he pouts and you hide your smile privaty agreeing with his assessment. You adored Steve's kids but they were a handful.

Now that it was Halloween you had been having a lovely day with the girls baking cookies and watching Scooby Doo and Winnie the Pooh all day.

Then it was time to dress up in your outfits and get ready for trick or treating. The girls looked so adorable in their costumes and are anxious to get out and enjoy the night.

"Daddy will we go to see Uncle Dustin, Uncle Steve and Aunty Robin?" Alice asks and Eddie nods as he helps her and Evie into their coats.

"Of course princess. Now come on spooky adventures await"

♥️

The four of you set out on Halloween night excited for what was to come. Alice and Evie are already hyper and hold their pumpkin baskets giggling and pointing to the different Halloween decorations on your street.

"Daddy look at the bats" Alice points them out to him and Eddie plays up his excitement but you see the slight fear in his eyes.

Even years after surviving the demobat attack, the upside down and the horrors of the past long gone and life peaceful there was still those rare times that Eddie wakes in a sweat and panicking.

That night was the worst of your life. You really thought you had lost Eddie and the grief was overwhelming. Thankfully, he oues through but it still haunted you at times.

Squeezing his hand you distract the twins and point to a witch on the roof of one of your neighbours house, she's on a broomstick, black cat in tow.

"Can we get a black cat mama?" Evie asks her big brown eyes pleading and you look to Eddie who's already melting at her puppy eyes.

He could never resist any of your puppy eyes or pouts and always gave in.

"Maybe Santa might bring you and Alice a kitty for Christmas?" you tease and the girls cheer at this.

The four of you go door to door and your neighbours are lovely, it's not long before the girls have full baskets of candy and their eyes light up as they show you and Eddie the sweets.

Eventually you end go to Steve's, the kids all play together before you all settle down to watch a cute and only slightly spooky film.

The kids eat a little of their candy as you and Eddie relax while talking to the gang.

🎃

Eventually the night winds down and you, Eddie and the girls head home.

Both of them are exhausted and Eddie carries both of them to bed while you get their pj's ready and have them all tucked up on bed.

"What about a story?" Evie mumbles sleepily and Eddie softens.

"Not tonight baby but I promise an epic story tomorrow" she nods letting out a little yawn and then she's fast asleep like Alice.

You cuddle into Eddie and he kisses your forehead.

"Uh sweetheart, I'm not very tired are you?" he raises his eyebrows and you grin catching on to what he's hinting at.

"Not a bit, why don't we go have a little Halloween party of our own?" quietly you lead him out of the twins room and to your bedroom stifling a giggle as Eddie kisses your neck.

🎃♥️

[sunflowerharrington]

What’s The Matter, Baby Boy?

hey babes, back again for more i see? 😏 don’t worry. i have the perfect snack for you 😚💋

🧸 @myobmaya this is your fault bbg 😚💋 i sent this to her so if there is any “i” for pronouns in this i am sorry, i’ll take ‘em out and replace ‘em eventually

🧸 mommy kink, roughness, degradation, 18+, some gaslighting, dom!reader, sub!billy, praise and degradation at the same time, you call billy a bitch, mention of love bites and bruises from spanking, i think that’s it

🧸 i’ll get to the requests asap but i just had to put this out. it’s my first fic with billy as a sub (technically my second but we don’t talk about that other one), so please be kind! it costs nothing. this can kind of be read gender neutrally expect for one mention of the women’s bathroom but other than that it’s fine. all inclusive. plus-size and poc friendly 🤍

🧸 @corrodedhawkins @fxllfaiiry @liviawritesthings @quickiesgirl @myobmaya @steveslittlesunflower @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @hellfirehaley @thisishellfire @taecube @gods-favorite-asthmatic @eddies-bat @wzrlds dm comment or ask to let me know if you wanna be added or taken off my taglist 💋

okay so imagine this rq:

you knew that he knew you would be doing this. he watches you like a hawk, waiting for the right moment to turn on the vibrating panties. jokes on him you fucked with the system and took a wire out of the remote so it won’t work.

you purposely start talking to steve then about school, watching billy from the corner of your eye, faking surprise when he presses his thumb down on the remote with that smirk pulling at his lips. you hold onto steve’s arm as you laugh, brushing your fingertips down his arm, just to piss billy off. you place a hand on billy’s warm thigh, giving it a squeeze to wake something up inside of him before he shoves my hand away, clearly frustrated about something.

“what’s the matter, baby boy? something bothering you?”

you smile as he ignores you, tuning back into the oh-so “interesting” conversation with robin, who starts making fun of steve and the way he fumbles so bad in front of the ‘babes’ that come into scoops ahoy. as your head is thrown back with laughter, a forced moan bubbles up out of your throat to make it more believable.

you raise your eyebrows slightly, glaring daggers at billy in false disbelief, who’s smirking. he leans closer to you, resting a hand on your thigh which he knows not to do unless you give him permission

“get a hold of yourself, y/n,” he whispers.

“you know that’s not my name, pretty boy.”

he rests his arm on the back of your chair, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb on the small of your back. you shove your chair out, standing up, circling to the side of his chair. you grab his chin before he can do anything and pull his face harshly towards yours. “meet me in the bathroom in five and don’t be late. you know how i get when you’re not on time.”

you make sure to click your shoes extra loudly as you walk away towards the bathroom. you close the door and lean over the sink, laughing to yourself. you’ve got him right where you want him.

he comes in not even a minute later. what an eager little boy. you lean against the sink with your fine ass pressed against the counter as he stalks towards you. in reality you don’t care that he’s in the wrong bathroom, but you wanna make him squirm a little.

“baby, you can’t be in here,” i coo, pouting my lip. “this is the wrong bathroom for you. it’s womens only.”

“but you asked me to—“

“to what? i didn’t ask you anything, baby boy. is your head okay?” you ask, standing on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “do you need a—?”

“yeah it’s—“

“don’t you dare talk over me!” you scowl, pushing him away from you. he still looks really angry. “and get that frown off your face, it’ll give you wrinkles.”

he rolls his eyes, placing a hand on both sides of your hips, trapping you in his embrace, but you have other plans. you slip out quickly and walk across to the other side of the bathroom, luckily there’s nobody in here.

and he rolled his eyes. oh so he wants to meet jesus today, huh? he looks pathetic.

“what the fuck are you doing?” he asks before he can stop himself. he knows you hate when he swears around you.

“get on your knees and crawl to me, bitch. and don’t make me ask you again.”

“what?”

“what did i just say? get on your knees and crawl over to me like a good boy. can you do that for me? or are you too stupid to follow simple instructions.”

it takes him a while to give in, but he does, crawling towards you in those ridiculously tight denim jeans. but to be fair they make his ass look even better. …but his raw red skin after you spanking him looks so much better, especially with a love bite next to it

“faster, william. we don’t have all day.” you say sternly and he speeds up, on his knees opposite you seconds later. “apologize to me for being so fucking slow. hurry up!”

“sorry, y/n…”

you ignore him, waiting for the right answer.

“sorry, mommy.”

“good boy” you smile down at him, leaning down to kiss him on the tip of his nose.

“somebody’s going to walk in.”

“and?” you smirk, running the pad of your thumb over the chain around his neck with your name on it. “if they do… let’s give ‘em a show they’ll never forget.”

[moralina]

MULTICHAPTER FICS REC

(Characters: STRANGER THINGS - Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson | OUTER BANKS - JJ Maybank)

A/n: I've read so many good fics in here and I just wanted to put them all together so I can look back on them whenever I want. This is just my lil' library. Feel free to recommend me something too! (Especially eddie or steve fics because it's a NEED!)

And to all these amazing authors: I LOVE YOU <3

STEVE HARRINGTON

The boy of your dreams - @thedevilwearsvibranium

8 parts + epilogue

Summary: You are number 9, and have the ability to see visions of the future. After escaping from the lab, and surviving a bit on your own, you get taken under the wing of Jim Hopper. And it’s when you return to Hawkins that you start to get strange visions, filled with strange aliens and a boy with a bat that you need to know.

EDDIE MUNSON

Dancing with myself - @ambrossart

9/10 parts ongoing

summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the ladies’ room with her snarky, insecure best friend.

JJ MAYBANK

You are okay - @collecting-stories

10 parts + 2 bonus

Summary: JJ begins a relationship with the reader, a pastor’s daughter from a fundamentalist church who feels disillusioned by her family, and introduces her to his Outer Banks.

Collateral - @hellimagines

5 parts + epilogue

Summary: JJ’s stunt with Barry bites him in the ass when the angry drug dealer kidnaps you and decides you’re JJ’s collateral for the stolen money.

Solar Power - @throwawayfish

5 parts

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

I wanna be yours - @cryonme

6 parts

Summary: You and JJ hate each other’s guts, you’re a witty, bitchy kook from Figure Eight with signature red cherry lips, and JJ’s an impulsive, bitchy pogue from The Cut with untreated anger issues. Why wouldn’t you hate each other?

I need a favor - @magpiencrow

6 parts

Sumarry: I need a favor - those were four words Y/N hated to see paired with her friend’s name. When it came to Rafe, there was never a please tacked onto the end. And it certainly was never posed as an innocent question. Rafe Cameron didn’t ask, he demanded.

Dirty little secret - @lunarliza

12 parts

Summary: You’re a new Kook in town who just so happens to be fuck buddies with JJ Maybank behind closed doors, or open ones, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so you both vowed.

Heather - @pappydaddy

3 parts

Summary: Inspired by Heather - Conan Gray.

Different sides - @talesofphantombandits

3 parts

Summary: Kiwi’s relationship with Rafe Cameron is rocky to say the least, But she mostly stayed to please her parents who wanted a connection to the Cameron's wealth and power. One night while at a party she has a brief encounter with a charming stranger who’s hurt in one of the bedrooms. Little did she know this stranger would turn her world upside down. 

Last updated: 08/10/22 (dd/mm/yy)

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Smoke Break

mostly fluff, light smut at the end (18+ pls), 3.7k words

Author’s note: This is an AU where the gang publicly defeated Vecna, Eddie survived and he was cleared of all charges. Y’all are both LEGAL. ENJOY!!!!!! (yes its a (Y/N) fic but it is in first person bc I feel like that’s better for immersion, and its also in gender neutral terms bc inclusivity)

Have at it!!!!!

The best things that happened to me when I moved to Hawkins in the middle of my second senior year were Eddie and the Hellfire Club accepting me with open arms (mostly because of Eddie). My parents forced us to move after I fought a classmate because they were a dick to my friend. And in true parent fashion, instead of just moving schools, dad decided to get a new job and upend my entire life to move to a tiny ass town in Indiana.

Eddie and I hit it off pretty much instantaneously—probably because we both wore Iron Maiden shirts on my first day and not on purpose. Once we got closer he invited me to join Hellfire Club and made sure all the guys weren’t assholes to me.

Unknowingly, Eddie and the Hellfire Club were also the worst thing to happen to me too. Ironic right? Yeah when Chrissy died and Eddie ran to my place to hide from the cops, I had no idea I was going to get dragged in to some supernatural bullshit and almost lose the people that meant the most to me. (Sorry mom and dad).

Yeah all that kinda made March the worst month ever. But Eddie was cleared of all charges once everyone in Hawkins saw Vecna try and kill Max again. Thank god El had enough juice left in her to revive Max (for a second time). But it’s been two months, Eddie’s all healed up and he and the gang are closer than ever.

Eddie and I have been even more inseparable since everything went down. Not that we weren’t close before, but there isn’t a day that goes by that we don’t hang out after school and I’m at almost every Corroded Coffin rehearsal. That is also partially because Eddie and I decided to date a month before he almost died and now we don’t really want to be apart from each other, just in case. Once he was all healed up from the demo bat injuries we started a weekly date where we read LOTR at the cemetery together. Next week is our 3 month anniversary.

It’s no secret that we want each other in that way and we’ve talked about it before but Eddie is a sucker for the romantics and wants to make sure our first time together is “perfect.” I tell him every time that it’ll be perfect so long as I’m with him but he always just shuts me up with either a finger on my lips and an “I don’t wanna hear it” or with a kiss. I think the other reason Eddie hasn’t been too keen on having our “perfect” night is because he’s been so stressed with graduation. We’re both graduating this year, thank god, me because your ‘rents threatened to kick you out if I didn’t and Eddie because I’ve been tutoring him since I met him.

__________ Next Week. Monday. Cafeteria for lunch.

“(y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y/n),” Eddie says rounding the corner in the cafeteria. He barrels towards me and barely slows down enough to not knock me off my seat with a hug.

“Eddie, Eddie be careful! You’re gonna knock me off the seat,” I laugh. “What’s got you so excited?”

He looks at me with big bright eyes and I know it’s something really important. He moves to sit next to me and faces the rest of the table where the gang (that’s still in high school) and the Hellfire Club are sitting.

“Ladies and gents I have an announcement,” he bellows and gets up on the table. He pauses for dramatic effect, like one does, and says “Corroded Coffin has its first opening act show at Mickey’s Bar in Thomasville THIS Saturday.”

The entire table erupts in excited “woohoo’s!” and “fuck yeah’s” as Eddie sits back down next to me. “Does Mickey know that most of Corroded Coffin and its following are under 21?” Gareth asks.

“Yeah, he knows. Turns out he and my Uncle Wayne knew each other way back when and Mickey owed him a favor,” Eddie responded, running his thumb across the back of my hand as we held hands under the table. “So he’s letting people as young as 17 in to the bar for a three band night. Us and two bands from Thomasville that have a similar sound, The Rats and Six Feet Under.”

There’s annoyed groaning coming from Mike, Lucas and Dustin at the 17 and older comment. “Yeah yeah I know it sucks kiddos, but hopefully we’ll play somewhere you guys can come to soon,” Eddie says.

“Thomasville isn’t too far but does this mean we finally get to use the RV as a tour bus?” I ask excitedly.

“Hell yeah it does! We go on at 7 but we need to be there by 5 for set up and sound check. So we’ll have to leave around 4:30 ish since its not too far. Are you excited, babe?”

“Are you kidding me Eds?!? OF COURSE I’m excited! How could I not be?” I ask, reaching to hold his head in my hands. “Y’all have been practicing non-stop and sending your tracks to so many places since your scars finally healed. I couldn’t be more excited for y’all or proud of you for practicing and keeping your head up.”

“You have to be the absolute best thing to happen to me this year, (y/n) (y/l/n). This is our year, baby, ’86 is our year.” He says smiling and leans in to me for a slow kiss. A roll hits the side of his face and he pulls away and laughs then throws it back at Dustin.

“Y’all said you’d keep the sappy shit for home, I was just helping you keep your word!” Dustin laughs. Until Eddie looks at him, the he gets up laughing to try and run away. Eddie’s too fast for Henderson though and traps him in a headlock to give him a decently long noogie. “Ok ok let me go, I’m sorry!” Dustin gets out between laughs.

Eddie lets him go but holds him at arms length. “Never change, Henderson,” Eddie says smiling at him.

“I already promised I wouldn’t and I don’t plan on breaking that promise anytime soon,” Dustin replies with a smile. Dustin sits back down by Will and Eddie comes back to me but instead of sitting his own seat he pulls me out of my seat, sits down, and then pulls me pack down on his lap.

“Comfy?” He asks with a sly smile.

“You do have a comfy lap, so yes,” I reply with a laugh.

__________

Saturday

“Hey there beautiful,” Eddie says, sauntering up to give me a hug. “I missed you.”

“Eddie, we saw each other last night for our Friday film night with Robin and Steve,” I laugh hugging him back. He lifts me up so my legs can wrap around his waist, leans my back against the side of the RV we stole a few months ago (the owners sold it to us for cheap since it wasn’t in the best condition when we brought it back) and kisses me slow.

“Hi hello the young ones are here to help pack stuff up, can you guys stop sucking face please,” Dustin says. Eddie and I stop kissing with a laugh. We look over to see Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Max with hands over their eyes.

“You guys are free to look now,” I say. Eddie nuzzles his head into my neck and lets me get my feet on the ground again.

“Alright!” Eddie says with a clap, a huge grin on his face. “Lets get this bad boy packed so we can get this show on the road.”

An hour later we had all the gear and some drive snacks packed into the RV. Dustin’s mom was just pulling up as Eddie and the band said goodbye to the rest of Hellfire, plus Max, and they all wished Corroded Coffin good luck at the show. Steve and Robin had shown up by now and Nancy and Jonathan said they would meet us there closer to opening time.

“Thank you for asking Steve to drive this because, no offense Eddie, even with (y/n) helping you learn how to drive this better, I still don’t like the idea of you driving,” Robin laughed as she made her way to the couch by the kitchen. The rest of the band was already camped out on the couch in the back, and there was just enough room for Eddie and I to sit by Robin.

“Start her up, big boy,” Eddie said to Steve.

Steve laughed, “I told you to stop calling me that, Eds.”

“I say it with love buddy, it’s all with love.”

__________ At Mickey’s Bar

We get to Mickey’s bar with an hour or so until show time. We all unpack the RV and place all the gear on the stage at the back of the bar. Eddie’s standing with Mickey on the stage and talking logistics. I’m smiling wide watching him talk music with Mickey while the band starts putting stuff in places. Eddie must feel my eyes on him because he turns to look at me mid-sentence and gives me a wink before turning back to Mickey.

While the band sets up and tests their gear with Mickey and the sound guy, Robin and Steve and I snag a big booth close to the right side of the stage to sit in. Setting my purse down on the seat, I head to the bar. I grab a water pitcher and glasses from the bartender and make my way back to the booth, catching the last little bit of Steve and Robin’s conversation.

“So you’re headed to campus next fall right?” Robin asks Steve.

“Yeah I finally sent in my application, I’ve saved up enough money from work to at least get my AA degree,” he responds, pouring out five glasses of water just in time for Nancy and Jonathan to arrive.

We get up and do a round of hugs before setting back into the booth. Eddie hops off stage and bounds over to give Nancy and Jonathan hugs, and kisses my forehead quickly before getting back on stage for Corroded Coffin to start their soundcheck.

“What have we missed?” Nancy asks excitedly after taking a sip of her water.

“We were talking about college and stuff,” Robin says. “I finally got Steve here to send in some applications with me.”

“That’s exciting!” Nancy says, then she turns to me. “What are you and Eddie planning to do after graduation (Y/N)?”

“Oh gosh, um we haven’t really talked about it a lot,” I say, a sad smile on my face as I look at Eddie on stage singing and playing guitar with the band. “He’s been really stressed about graduation and stuff so it hasn’t come up yet.”

“What do you want to do after graduation?” Jonathan asks. “It doesn’t have to be a you and Eddie plan if you don’t want it to be, y’know.”

“I know, I know,” I smile. “But I want it to be an Eddie and I plan. Ever since I almost lost him in the Upside Down I can’t really imagine a life or even a chapter of life without him nearby.”

Nancy holds Jonathan’s hand at the last part of what I said, the look at each other and share a knowing glance before a brief kiss. “Being away from Jonathan this year has been hard so I get that feeling,” Nancy says with a smile.

I smile back and Robin pipes up. “Eddie won’t stop talking about all the traveling he wants you guys to do once graduation is over.” She grunts as Steve elbows her in the side.

“Pretty sure that was supposed to be a surprise Robin,” Steve says.

“Eddie and I have talked about traveling but we haven’t made any plans yet,” I laugh. “Don’t worry Steve, no surprise was ruined.

We all turn back to the stage as the other bands wrap up their sound checks. I get up to head to the restroom, and as I walk Eddie snags my arm and pulls me to his chest.

“Whoa, lovey, you shouldn’t tug someone with a full bladder that hard,” I laugh into his chest. “Or hug them this hard. Eds you’re gonna squeeze all the pee out of me.”

He laughs and pulls away, “sorry, I’m just so excited for tonight and that you’re here and that almost everyone important is here with me tonight.” He has the most beautiful gleam in his eyes while he says this.

“I’m excited to be here with you and for you, babe. You and the guys are going to be fantastic,” I beam up at him. “Now gimme a quick kiss so I can go to the bathroom before you guys officially go on okay?”

He smiles and kisses me slow and hard, one hand on each cheek, pulling me as close as possible to him. We separate with a shallow breath, “I love you (Y/N), I know I don’t say it enough but I really do.”

“I love you Eddie,” I smile. “And you might not say it but you show me daily.”

He plants a quick peck on my lips and pushes me towards the bathroom, “be quick! We go on in five!” His giddy laugh lingers behind him as he bounds back towards the stage.

Corroded Coffin completely change when they’re on a real stage in front of a real crowd instead of the small group that comes to watch their practices. Eddie is amazing on stage, and the band as a whole puts on a killer show. I don’t think Eddie took his eyes off me at all, honestly, even when he was singing and playing guitar and jumping around to hype up the crowd. We held eye contact the whole time and it made the show that much more magical for me (hopefully for him too).

As soon as they finish and pull their gear off stage for the next band to go on, Eddie finds me by the booth and scoops me up into a big, tight and sweaty hug (like a feet off the ground hug).

“You guys were INCREDIBLE,” I exclaim when he puts me down. “So amazing.”

“That was such a rush, (Y/N). Such a rush,” he beams. “I need a smoke break after that though, come outside with me?”

“Of course!”

Eddie intertwines our fingers and leads me out front and then around to the corner where he can smoke freely.

“You don’t mind if I light one right?” He asks.

“Nope go ahead,” I say leaning against the brick wall beside him.

“It’s really cool that you’re chill about this, I’ve had a lot of past partners that weren’t.” He says between hits.

“I won’t partake but I don’t mind when other people do. Take no peace, and do no harm, y’know? Doesn’t effect me so why stop someone,” I say, taking in his muscular form under the street lights. He wore his battle vest overtop of a DIY muscle tank made from an ACDC band tee, his classic ripped black jeans with a chain for his wallet and his signature black bandana in his back pocket. The lighting hit his arms just right, and his lean against the brick building was more seductive than I think he intended. As I looked back up I caught his eyes and he smirked.

“Like what you see, (Y/L/N)?”

“You know I do,” I laugh.

He looks up at the night sky, takes a long drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke towards the stars. Looking back at me, he asks, “would you mind if I kissed you after I smoked?”

Taken aback because he’s never asked that before, I pause, “uh…no, no I don’t think so.”

He takes a step towards me, eyes heavy with desire. “Ah, ah, ah no hesitation, love, I haven’t smoked around you a lot because I know its not your thing, but I need a solid yes or no. can I kiss you after I smoke?”

“Yes.” That was the fastest I’ve ever answered a question, and Eddie’s eye lit up with excitement at my eagerness. He comes closer to me, takes one last puff, drops his cigarette, uses one hand to grab my hip and the other to grab the back of my neck to pull me in for a heady smoke flavored kiss. I moan at his taste and he tries to pull me closer even though the only thing between us is our clothes.

He kisses me hard and slow, like he’s savoring me. I taste smoke and cheap whiskey on his tongue and moan—he must’ve done a pre show shot with the band. Then I pause, I feel his excitement through his jeans and pull away with a sly smile. “Damn Munson, all hot and bothered by a show, a kiss and some close proximity?”

He laughs, but doesn’t let go of me, moving both hands to my hips. My shoulders and the top of my back are braced on the brick wall but Eddie pulls my hips to his so I can feel him again.

“I don’t wanna be vulgar with you, love, but I haven’t been able to rub one off in a while with school, graduation, passing the Hellfire torch to Henderson and rehearsing with the band,” he groans, grinding his hips into mine.

I hold back the moan in my throat.

“Ah, well too bad we can’t fix that until you set up our perfect first night,” I say, meeting his gaze and matching his desire tinted eyes. “Anyway, we should probably get inside before the gang thinks we left them.”

“One more kiss, please.” Eddie asks, hands rubbing my hips, thumbs finding my skin under the edge of my homemade Corroded Coffin tee. I nod and he pulls me around the corner into the alley away from the light to ravage my lips again. I’m at his disposal, stuck between him and the wall. He’s grinding himself against me and we’re both moaning at the sweet, sweet friction. I can feel his hard on even more now.

“Fuck Eddie, do you want me to touch you? Can I touch you?” I ask breathlessly, breaking away from our needy kissing.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans eagerly. He kisses down my neck as I undo his jeans and palm him through his boxers. He bites where my neck meets my shoulder and pulls back only to lean his forehead against mine and watch as I touch him.

I reach into his boxers and run my hand along his cock—thick and heavy, bigger than I thought it would be—and I’m getting turned on at the thought of him inside me. His head drops to my shoulder as I move his boxers down so his cock is unconfined. I run my thumb along the tip and Eddie pulls in a gasp. Using his precum, I grip him and make my way from head to base, squeezing slightly at the end.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “(Y/N), please.” I continue moving my hand up and down along his shaft slowly, loving all the sounds he’s making. Head moved to my shoulder, Eddie is groaning and moaning all from my touch. He’s squirming and gasping and I feel like I’m high. We’ve never gone this far before. Sure there were hot and heavy make-outs and grinding through clothes but we’ve never been so intimate. We’ve never touched each other this way before.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I praise him as I speed up my ministrations. He moans and whines at the same time and I think it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “Mr. Cuffs-by-the-bed-Munson,” I tease. “Do you have a praise kink?”

He groans and his head falls back, as I circle the head of his cock with my thumb again. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, (Y/N).”

“So demanding,” I laugh. He whines, “please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.” And this time I’m the one that takes his mouth and ravages him. As we fall deeper into our kiss, I continue rubbing and squeezing his cock with my hand, fast and slow, fast and slow. I can feel him start to falter, and he thrusts against my hand, reaching for his orgasm himself. He shudders and breaks our kiss with a moan of my name, “(Y/N),” as he cums in my hand.

Eddie watches as I lift my hand to taste him, sweet but salty and oh-so-perfect. “Fuck that’s so hot,” he whispers, words laced with desire. He couldn’t take his eyes off my hand as I sucked dripping fingers into my mouth, looking down I saw his cock twitch at the sight.

Eddie tears his eyes away from me and pulls the hanky from his back pocket to wipe himself off and then pass it to me to clean my hand. Tucking himself back into his boxers and righting his jeans, Eddie takes the used bandana and tosses it in the dumpster across from where we took cover from the street and bar lights. He looks at me with a dumb, satisfied yet heated grin and pulls me in for another searing kiss. Now I’m the one all hot and bothered and I know he can sense it, but just to be sure I moan into his mouth and deepen the kiss, grinding myself on his already hard again, jean covered cock.

He pulls back with a smirk, licking his lips. “Fuck a perfect first time, you’re all mine when we get home tonight and you’ll see how I put those cuffs to use.”

[kozmicxblues]

Stranger Things Masterlist

I'm keeping a running list of the fic I've written. You can also go through the #eeriewrites tag to find anything I've shared here or the #st4 tag for my headcanons and other ST posts.

How Do I Get You Alone? (T)

COMPLETE Dustin rolls his eyes and pushes off of the counter. "Your shift's almost over, right? Wanna hang out?" Steve scoops up the fallen movies. "I would, but I've got plans. Me and Eddie are meeting up at the diner." "Oh, that's cool. I'll just come with you." Steve pauses his work and looks over his shoulder at Dustin. He's got a pinched look on his face, like he's thinking something over. Dustin knows that can be a real struggle for him. "Uh... I don't... I don't know if that's a good idea." 5 times Dustin accidentally crashes a steddie date (+ 1 time Steve crashes a Hellfire Club meeting)

Time Keeps Moving On (M)

WIP When he turned around, Max was on the ground clutching her knee. Even from a distance, he could see the blood dripping down her leg from behind her fingers. Billy glanced up from his car and took in the sight before him. Then he ashed his cigarette and went back to work. That’s all it took, really. The sight of Billy Hargrove’s cold eyes as they glazed right over his bleeding sister. Eddie was digging the first aid kit out of the hall closet before he’d even made the conscious decision to go out. When the Hargroves move into Forest Hills Trailer Park, Eddie finds the younger sister he never knew he wanted. Unfortunately, she comes as a package deal with the former King of Hawkins High.

she took a look at my palm (and said you're in love) (T)

COMPLETE “Now, let’s look at your heart lines. Yours is chained. You’ve had a rocky love life, haven’t you?” “I guess that’s one way to put it.” He certainly wasn’t going to air out his series of failed relationships – stemming from his abandonment issues and the fact it took him nineteen years to realize he couldn’t connect with any of his dates because he was going after the completely wrong gender – in front of a complete stranger and a group of children. He definitely didn’t want to be discussing this in front of Eddie. He’d put too much effort into hiding the crush that had steadily developed over the summer before it could ruin their friendship. But any hope of avoiding that had clearly died the moment Steve stepped through Madame Loretta’s gaudy curtain beads. Steve and Eddie take the kids to a fall festival

make 'em turn their heads every place we go (T)

WIP Steve has always dreaded going home for the holidays. He's tired of putting himself back in the closet for the sake of his judgmental relatives. He's ready to stand his ground this year. Luckily, he knows just the right man for the job. In other words, a steddie fake dating au

You Still Catch My Eye (T)

WIP There’s a wave of excitement coming from somewhere in the bar. It’s almost midnight, the night ticking by even faster than Steve had realized. When he turns back from the clock, Eddie is already looking at him. He decides to be brave. “Kissing someone at midnight is supposed to be good luck, right?” Eddie smiles. “Right.” He sighs dramatically. “It would be a shame to start the year off with bad luck. Don’t you think?” Steve’s had about all the bad luck he can stand. He could do this. He’d faced down a junkyard full of monsters with nothing but a bat. He could let himself kiss a boy.

It's a Strange Magic (G)

WIP “Haven’t you ever wondered about the stuff that happens in our house? Like why Mom tries to pretend Halloween doesn’t exist? Or why she gets weird about us talking, watching, or reading anything that has the word ‘magic’ in it? You had to fight with her for months before she let you play D&D. Or about why stuff flies off of shelves every time Holly has a tantrum?” “No,” he lied. “Well, I have. And now that I know the truth, I’m not gonna stay here and turn all boring like you. If Joyce doesn’t start my training tonight, I’ll lose my powers forever.” Nancy stomped past him. “What do you mean, boring like me?” Mike chased after her. Halloweentown AU

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

BHAH CHAPTER 12 IT'S TIME TO CRY

just wanna say, from the bottom of my heart, buzzy and roman I would die for you thank you for my LIFE

NOT NANS COTTAGE. maximum emotional damage hours right off the bat

god the hill house vibes jamie get out before this place tries to eat u

"Thought for the longest time that I’d never get either of you back.” bruh

Jamie fixing up her old bike for Mikey's birthday at the O'Mara's house. specifically designed in a lab to make me cry

"put out of its misery with a thousand blows to the head with a shovel" is so gruesome I read it like 3 times until I remembered that Jamie actually did that in the middle of some serious grieving jesus

mike calling jamie dani and mikey 'the family' hold on a minute man hold on a minute

dani and mikey snoozing together HOLD ON A MINUTE MAN HOLD ON A MINUTE

god jamie is such a softie this whole chapter is just her trying not to cry with how much she loves people (and is loved in return)

oh boy the eddie jamie showdown

oof my poor son boy

holy fuck this whole confrontation is intense

"After all, why bring home a haunting, a gutter rat from the wrong side of the tracks, half feral and half broken, when the golden boy was right there." how dare u use the title against me like this

"I was mad for her from the start." “We were her best friends. If you fell for her, then how could I not?" hooooooly feelings

jamie saying all this to eddie and not dani. lmao. lol. rofl, even.

grocery shopping together............. intimacy...........

"What if I want more?" Dani being able to ask that now is so important to me that's my baby she's doin so good!!!!!! letting herself love people!!!!!

dfgkjhfkjghfkjh Jackie my beloved

"Jamie made an explicit gesture with her hands" screaming this whole interaction is so fucking funnyyyyyy. in the GROCERY STORE. fucking commedians the both of u

Dani Clayton picking a car by colour and nothing else she's so relateable

horny in a car dealership lot so true! i mean jamie with these practical car skills is v hunky u are so right dani

DANI HAS HER OWN CAR AGAIN. FREEDOM HAS NEVER BEEN SO SEXY

they're so domestic ugh (affectionate)

"I WANT YOU TO WATCH" FKSDJFKJDFH YEEHAW

“I think it would’ve been nice learning with you.” is so soft excuse me while I get emosh in the middle of this sex scene

every day this fic gives me my horny rights *pray hands emoji*

fgkjdfhgkjhdfkjh Judy telling them to take some alone time she said go work out that sexual frustration u horny lesbians

“Just because I didn’t realise it, doesn’t mean I didn’t have romantic feelings.” awww

dangerous dani clayton!!!! she needs to focus on the road!!!!!

"“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jamie said." SAME GIRL

lmao holy shit I love these idiots

nan..... jamie..... ouch

mikey meeting Dani's dad........ gotta go sob for 45mins hang on

Jamie growing Nan's favourite flowers just for her...... the amount of Nan that's in Jamie makes my heart cry

this fic is so like, full of love and really sweet moments but I love that you infuse these little moments of horror imagery in a 'life can be good but we carry around so many ghosts of troubled pasts in us' kinda way. good soup

“You be good. I love you.” i am crying.

sdfjdhfgjdghfjg how is jamie in shock don't tell me u didn't already know u enormous idiot.

I LOVE THE WAY WOMEN LOVE

pls they're so fucking cuuuute

not 'with every piece of me left' ow my heart

i can't believe what them telling each other i love you is doing to me. the power of live laugh lesbians

oh my god Judy i love u

dfjkgdfkjghdfkj Dani dressed for maximum Jamie short-circuiting is my favourite nuclear weapon

Dani "smiling at her as if trying to hold it back" top 10 anime victories

Dani finally getting her horny art room fantasies sfkjghfkjghfkjg oh boy

“You could have brought me here.” I AM LOOKING AWAY THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. bold dani you will be the death of both of us

“I want to fuck you at home.” wholesome <3

whew I too need a cigarette rn Jackie

ooOOOOooooOo Eddie's got a girlfriend

oof poor eddie and dani though I hope they can be friends again one day they deserve it

jamie in full simp mode is so fun good for u babe

God these necklaces I'm obsessed with Dani wearing hers actually. and these two getting to go out together n be gay n in love in public!!!

jamie oh my god???!? horny rights

i am shaking like a chihuahua

“Surprise," sdfkjghdfkjghiudfhgiuerhgkjdhkjfg

"Jamie: suffering" FUCKIN SAME BRO

aww everyone singing happy birthday to the best girl!!! deserved!!! just as deserved as I'm sure the rest of this night is going to go lmao

DFGKJDFKHG ROBIN. doesn't miss a beat huh?? also i hear she's single can I get her number

jesus christ dani clayton I'm about to drive off the road and I'm not even behind a wheel

Jamie Taylor u are a stronger woman than I will ever be

“You wanna make out for a bit?” pls they're so cute

dfkgjkjdfkh princess. iconic

the "nice" that just left my mouth at Dani in lingerie who are u making me become

“I’ll be whatever the fuck you want me to be, love.” so true! me *handshake emoji* jamie

losing my got dang mind

i love that these two are so comfortable with each other it's so so so lovely to see after all the yearning bruh look at them go

“At my mercy.” i feel drunk. i need to go build a hammock

a thousand points to jamie taylor for being strapped and ready for anything and Dani for being outrageously bold and horny this whole scene was so iconic

oof Karen Clayton

Mikey seventeen the dancing queen? they grow up so fast

oof Dani bby getting into it with her. god she's so poisonous

NOT THE LETTERS

Jamie just patiently loving her while she works her way through this oh love

oh my god the box

dfgkjhdkjhgkjfh the mixtape. heart on your sleeve softie jamie taylor

wait was dani wearing Jamie's half dollar necklace earlier??? cute bastards

“They’ve always been yours.” JUST LIKE DANI'S HEART OH I AM SHATTERED

“You kept me here, remember?” This is like The Notebook level romance but better bc lesbians

and now I'm crying bc they get their happy ending. so much heartache but they still found their way back to each other

"My sweet Jamie" 😭😭😭😭

they just love each other so much how am I supposed to cope????????????

they way they've created this little family full of so much love after coming from broken homes and rough pasts makes me ache so much

sdfkjdfhkg god Jamie is such a tease lmao. have fun girls!

THESE PHOTOS!?!??! OH MY GOD

good for themmmmmm

loving the vast array of fucking we get in this chapter!!!! giving the people what they want (Jamie's |redacted| in Dani's--I am forcefully removed from the premises)

this is not the point but oh my god Jamie building Dani a bookshelf....... romance

Jamie providing Mikey with such a nurturing and stable environment that he excelled academically like this.... my boy..... my beloved Jamie. aaaaahhhhhhhhh.

also SO fond of Jamie Carson shenanigans more more more.

god but Jamie's so scared to let go of her not so baby brother. bigger AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

crying again bc I'm so close to the end and this fic is almost over :(

both of em having to talk to their boys dfkjhgkfj godspeed

genuinely not doing well Jamie and Mikey's relationship is so special and I'm so glad they found each other and they have each other and I can't cope!!! with all these emotions!!!!

EVERYONE COMING TOETHER TO EAT. IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. THIS WONDERFUL WEIRD LITTLE FAMILY.

the kids all still fighting like they're teenagers though dgkjdfhkjhdg iconic

the simple intimacy of doing the dishes together....

ANOTHER MIXTAPE??? GIMME THE LINK. also that's cute as fuck love is stored in the carefully curated playlists

Jamie is her home..........

BITCH HOW AM I MEANT TO SAY GOODBYE TO THIS FIC. Ok I'm gonna go cry to Jamie's Mixtape (1993)

"if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more" - me about this fic (however many words of silly waffling this post is doesn't count!!! I'm hiding the real feelings behind humour!!!!). but actually really sincerely genuinely buzzy and roman thank you so much for sharing this fic with us all and making us yearn and laugh and cry and fall in love with them all over again. unmatched.

[disastardly]

WIP Wednesday

You know it, you love it! Original post here.

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File names:

1 - Emergence

0 - Tales of the Outer Planes

Kiss the Go-Goat (Eddie Crossroads Demon)

Steddie Witches AU

Til I Lose My Breath

Snippet from “1 - Emergence”

Maddie, head resting on his shoulder, was dead on her feet, overtaken by a bone-deep weariness that could’ve been his or hers, no telling anymore. Gently, he shook her, watched as those dark lashes batted open in fluttering bursts, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Think you need to get to bed, chica,” he murmured.

She shook her head against his lips, breathed, “Don’t wanna leave you alone.” Chip, Xander, and Vida paused at the doorway, watching in a way that hung on Nick’s skin; he only met their eyes for a second before landing on Udonna’s.

“Can we…” He gestured upstairs, let the words hang. Was it weird now, now that she was his mom? She hadn’t said anything before, but that was an accident, and no one knew then what they knew now. Going home, asking Grace, that would be dubious at best - shit, he needed to text her, give her some excuse for not coming home last night - but Udonna was straight-up a parent, his parent, and this was her home. Did he have any right to ask?

“Of course,” she said without hesitation, without him even finishing the thought. Smile crinkling at the corners of her eyes, she added, “After all these years, I have you in my home, our home. Would that I could keep you here forever, close by my side, but I shall settle for one night.” She glanced to some high window and said, with a smile, “Or day, as it may be.”

He huffed a laugh, ducking his head in deference. “Appreciate it.”

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No tags because I’m pretty sure most of my writeblr cohorts were already on the @eriquin tag list, haha

Hit me up! Make me write! Emergence is my current focus but I’ve got the wherewithal today to jam out on a couple of these, especially since #3-5 are at the “pretty loose idea” stage and #2 has at least one chapter *mostly* written, which is one step closer to my “have two chapters ready before you publish” goal on that fic.

[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (part 6/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Ben’s bachelor party. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

*

“Beer?”

Eddie accepted the bottle Ben handed to him and quickly checked the ingredients and alcohol percentage as Ben handed out the rest to the others.

“Thanks, man, but I think I’m gonna cut back on the alcohol intake,” said Richie, and Eddie looked over at him in surprise; Richie was never usually one to decline alcohol no matter how much Eddie pestered him about the state of his liver.

“We’ve got lemonade?” Ben offered.

“That’ll do.”

Richie accepted the glass and leaned back in the deck chair, eyes closed contentedly, his long legs stretched out in front of him and the beams of sunlight that filtered through the wooden planks from the balcony above lighting up strands of his dark hair in streams of gold. Eddie caught himself staring and looked away quickly, accidentally making direct eye contact with Stanley who just rolled his eyes. Eddie scowled at him in return.

Ben’s bachelor party was far more subdued than Bev’s; just the guys hanging out on the back porch of Ben’s frankly massive house, watching fall leaves drift down onto the garden, their warm hues lighting up in the glow from the afternoon sun. Warmth still lingered from summer but it wasn’t sweltering, and the Losers - minus Bev - were able to lounge around in light jackets while Ben grilled burgers and hotdogs on the barbecue, the smell of charcoal mingling pleasantly with the sweet scent of the fall air.

“You know shoes were invented for a reason,” said Eddie, grimacing as Ben accidentally dropped a scolding hot sausage onto his bare foot for the second time.

“If you say that again, I’m feeding you the floor hotdogs,” said Ben. “Shoes are restrictive.”

“Also protective.”

“Those floor hotdogs sure have a lot of germs on them, Eddie. You know this is where Ember does her morning piddles.”

Eddie nearly gagged. “And you’re walking barefoot there?!”

“I pressure wash it.” Ben lifted his foot and tried to stick it in Eddie’s face. “My feet are super clean. Here, smell them.”

“I’m not sniffing your fucking foot.”

“Lick it, Eds,” said Richie. “Once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“You are both fucking disgusting,” said Eddie, shoving Ben’s foot out of the way which threw him off balance and straight into Mike’s lap.

“Christ, man, are you sure you lost weight?” Mike groaned. “I think you just broke both my legs.”

“He replaced it all with muscle,” said Stanley, leaning forward to squeeze Ben’s bicep.

“Ooh, if he gets a squeeze,” said Richie, leaning forward too.

“Nope, nope, nope, we are not doing this again,” said Ben, extracting himself from Mike’s lap. “I have burgers to cook and bicep-squeezing privileges are for Bev’s hands alone.”

“Lucky lady,” said Richie with a wink, and Eddie tried not to let his jealousy show.

“So, guys, is anyone going to tell me what actually happened last night?” said Ben. “Bev refuses to say anything.”

Eddie sank down in his chair a little, hiding his face behind the beer bottle so no one could see how red it had gotten. Richie, on the other hand, didn’t seem at all ashamed.

“Let’s see, we got drunk, hired a stripper-”

“A stripper?” Ben squawked.

“Not as hot as you, don’t worry,” said Richie, winking again. “Got more drunk, played some party games, Eddie apparently decided to fuck off and clean my house-”

“It was fucking disgusting,” Eddie protested.

“He’s always been like that,” Bill snorted. “R-remember when we all had that sleepover at mine when we were like twelve and ss-stole my mom’s chardonnay and he ended up downstairs doing laundry?”

“Oh shit, that’s right!” cried Stan, grinning gleefully. “And your mom’s face when she came home and we were all throwing up but she didn’t even get mad coz the house was so clean!”

“Drunken housemaid, that’s our Eds,” said Richie, grinning over at Eddie fondly.

“Don’t call me Eds,” Eddie grumbled, sinking lower in his chair.

“So what happened after?” said Ben, smiling warmly at his friends’ stories as he piled burgers and hotdogs into buns and passed them out on paper plates.

“Then Richie got super friendly,” said Mike.

“I cannot be held responsible for what I did when drunk!” Richie protested, mouth full of burger. God help him, Eddie even found him cute with food spilling out of his mouth.

“What did he do?” said Ben, grinning already in anticipation.

“Only tried to make out with literally everyone there,” said Stanley.

“Did he now?” said Ben, grinning even harder. “I hope you’re not trying to steal my fiance.”

“She wasn’t into it,” Richie pouted. “But if you’re feeling left out, Benny-boy…”

Richie lunged towards Ben who managed to block him just in time, holding him away with ease and laughing as Richie made kissy noises and grabby hands at him.

“Ok, ok, you can kiss my cheek,” said Ben when Richie didn’t relent. Ben turned his cheek towards him and Richie leaned in but grabbed his face at the last minute and smashed their mouths together.

“Success!” cried Richie, pulling back and raising his hands in victory while Ben wiped his mouth and tried to stop laughing. “I have now made out with every Loser!”

“You d-d-didn’t use tongue with him, it doesn’t count,” said Bill.

“Don’t you dare,” said Ben, holding his hands out in front of him defensively when Richie looked like he was about to try again. “We’ll say it counts.”

Richie held up his hands in surrender and finally sat back down. “Whatever you say, Benny-boo.”

“You know how fucking revolting that is right?” said Eddie. “You know how many diseases pass via saliva? You could get mono, you know?”

“What’s the matter, Eddie-spaghetti, are you jealous?” said Richie, turning to grin at him obnoxiously.

“No, I’m not fucking jealous,” said Eddie which was a huge fucking lie.

“You know you’re still my number one guy, Eddie Bear,” Richie cooed, pinching Eddie’s cheek until Eddie swatted his hand away. “Well, right after your mom.”

“I hate you.”

“If that’s what you wanna call it,” coughed Stan and Eddie glared at him.

By the time everyone had eaten enough food to last them the whole winter, the sun was dipping low in the sky and the air had gained a chill more reminiscent of fall, so the Losers packed up the deck chairs and headed indoors to lounge on the stylish but comfortable couches and snoop through Ben’s things.

“Holy shit, you have all my shows on DVD?” said Richie from where he was sat cross-legged on the floor, eying up Ben’s impressive film collection as Ember snoozed in his lap, something that Eddie found revoltingly cute. “Didn’t know you were such a fan.”

“They’re Bev’s, actually,” said Ben. “From back before we all remembered. She said she never actually watched them but bought them all anyway coz she just liked having them.”

“Huh, that’s so weird,” said Richie, smiling slightly as he brushed his fingers over the plastic covers of the selection.

“I’ve seen them all,” said Eddie before thinking, and Richie looked sharply up at him, eyes wide.

“You have?” he said, his mouth splitting into a very egotistical grin

“Fucking hated them,” said Eddie, which wiped the grin straight off Richie’s face. “Your jokes never felt right. Guess subconsciously I just knew they didn’t sound like yours.”

“But you still watched them all?” commented Stanley.

Eddie shot him a look to tell him to shut his mouth, then shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess some part of me just…”

“Missed me?” Richie finished, that shit-eating grin back on his face.

“Yeah, whatever, dickwad,” said Eddie. “Myra fucking hated you, for the record.”

Richie gasped dramatically. “How could she? The love of my life!”

“I thought Eddie’s mm-mom was the love of your life,” said Bill.

“Same thing.”

Eddie threw a cushion at him and Richie batted it away before it hit the dog.

“You know, I went to one of your shh-sh-shows once,” said Bill as if only just remembering. “Friend of mine d-dragged me to it.”

“Did you at least like it, Big Bill?” said Richie as he put on his most exaggerated puppy dog face.

“As much as you liked the endings of my books,” said Bill, and Richie pouted, affronted. “Nothing beats real Rich’s jokes,” Bill added, which seemed to cheer Richie up.

“Don’t inflate his ego,” said Stanley, rolling his eyes. “He’ll never shut up now.”

“You know you love me, Stan-the-man.”

“So you read Bill’s books?” Ben asked Richie. “Before we remembered?”

“Oh yeah. Got the whole set back home,” said Richie.

“I went to a signing once,” said Stanley, and Bill looked over at him in surprise. “It was like your first book and I had no idea who you were, but you were in town so I went. Had no idea why, but-”

“Part of you knew,” finished Mike. “I went to one of those book signings too.”

It was Mike’s turn to be stared at.

“Yy-you did?” said Bill.

“Couldn’t stay long or I’d start forgetting, but yeah, man,” said Mike. “You were in Maine and I couldn’t resist.”

“But I wouldn’t have-” said Bill. “I didn’t recognise you.”

“No,” said Mike. “But it’s fine, man. You all remember now, that’s what matters.”

“But you could remember the whole time,” said Ben.

“That really must have sucked, man,” said Richie.

Mike shrugged, looking a little self-conscious. “I mean… Yeah. At first, when you’d just moved out and you never replied to any of my letters, I thought… I thought maybe you just didn’t wanna talk to me anymore.”

“Shit, man,” said Bill, reaching out to squeeze Mike’s hand. “You know we would never…”

“Yeah, I know,” said Mike. “I know you guys aren’t like that. That’s when I figured it had to have something to do with It.”

“You were still all alone,” Eddie said, almost a whisper. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he remembered the Losers while they couldn’t remember him, if they were out there living their lives while he was stuck at home with his mother, never responding to messages or calls. If he saw them in person only to be met with irrecognition, their eyes passing over him blankly as though he were just another stranger. And, god, if Richie ever looked at him like that...

“It wasn’t so bad,” said Mike, smiling at them all in a clear attempt to be reassuring. “I kept track of you, watched your careers grow. I was so proud of you all… I’m glad I can tell you that now. I love you guys.”

“You better shut up before Richie starts crying,” said Stanley who seemed to be the one actually close to tears. He smiled at Mike. “Love you too, man.”

“Yeah, thanks for dragging us all back to that shithole,” said Richie, “or we wouldn’t be here now.”

“I wouldn’t be getting married,” said Ben.

“I wouldn’t be divorced,” said Eddie. “That’s a good thing,” he added when Mike looked concerned.

“You mm-made me have to go back to speech therapy,” said Bill teasingly before nudging Mike with his shoulder and squeezing his hand again. “But it’s all worth it.”

“Gay,” said Richie.

“Aaand you ruined the moment,” said Eddie.

“Glad I could be of service.”

“God, how did we survive without each other?” said Ben. 

“Barely,” said Stan quietly, tugging down his sleeves a little.

The others fell silent for a time until Richie, being Richie, decided to lighten the mood.

“I’m thinking of getting a dog!” he said a little too brightly as he scratched Ember behind the ears. He grinned up at Eddie. “A little pomeranian called Penny. What do you think, Eds?”

“I am terminating our friendship effective immediately,” said Eddie, and just like that, the shadow that had fallen over them was lifted.

Ben lit a fire in the hearth and they all lounged around it, basking in the warm glow as they fell back into easy conversation. Ember migrated to Eddie’s lap which he was very smug about until Richie squeezed up next to him to be able to pet the dog, but Eddie was secretly quite content with a dog on his lap and Richie at his side, like something out of one of his more domestic fantasies.

Bill told ghost stories somehow scarier than their experience with Pennywise, and Stan calmed them all down afterwards by rambling about types of birds, which everyone paid rapt attention to because Stan talking about his favourite thing, his face lit up and hands waving around excitedly, was a joy to watch even if no one else cared all that much about the topic. 

Later on, Ben showed them all an old photo album he’d found at his parents’ house of them all as kids, and Mike pointed to the odd picture and excitedly reminded them all about the time they all dressed as each other for Halloween, or the time Richie got suspended for filling a kid’s locker with shaving foam for picking on Eddie, or the time they all went as each other’s dates to Homecoming and tried to dance all together in one chaotic circle.

The fire was warm, and the beer seeped into Eddie’s limbs and made him drowsy, his eyes slipping shut as he listened to Richie and Stanley argue over who had the better homecoming outfit. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the middle of the night half-draped across Richie with his face buried in his chest, Ember curled up in the small space between them, Mike leaning against his shoulder with Ben against his, and Bill propped up against his legs with Stan’s head in his lap, all fast asleep. He’d fallen asleep with his phone in his hand, and when he checked it, he found a text from Bev who must have come home while they were all sleeping, for it showed a picture of them all cuddled up to one another fast asleep on the couch. He would have been annoyed, but he had to admit it was kind of cute.

[11:25pm] Queen B: [image.jpg]

[11:25pm] Queen B: My boys <333

Eddie smiled slightly and saved the photo to his camera roll, then let his head fall back against Richie’s warm chest, not really caring that the fabric of his shirt scratched his cheek or that no one had brushed their teeth. This was a night for the Losers.

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[grapesodatozier]

ok look, i need reddie smut. like hard core bdsm kinky reddie. plz and thank you,

thanks for the request!!

just a little disclaimer: they use a sex swing but ive never used one before so this is based off ~internet research~ which was not all that helpful tbh lol so please do not interpret this fic as an instruction manual lol pls do your research and be safe if you’re gonna try this

words: 4,734

read on ao3 or below!!

nsfw under the cut

They agreed on the scene beforethey left the house for the evening. They hadn’t done anything really rough allmonth, and Eddie was itching for it. He was super stressed from work and reallyneeded Richie to make an absolute wreck of him. And there was no better way torile Richie up than to make him jealous. Eddie had been a brat all week - justsubtle things, like not letting Richie touch him, insisting he had to work, butit was enough that Richie was already starting to slip into his dominantheadspace. Eddie could see it settling in his eyes in the Uber on the way tothe club, and it had his pants tightening before they even got there. God,Eddie was gonna be a fucking brat. He wanted Richie as possessive as possible.He wanted him downright crazed in his need to show Eddie his place.

Eddie was so excited.

He was wearing tight high-waistedjeans, ones that showed off his ass but didn’t allow access like the skirt he’dbeen debating would. He was also wearing a sheer shirt with the top few buttonsundone. It was a look that would drive Richie crazy, one that would get himplenty of attention at the club, and one that would take Richie longer to takeoff than he’d want. Eddie was honestly pretty proud of himself.

The club was pretty crowded, andEddie clung to Richie as they entered so as to not lose him. Richie led himimmediately to the bar. Richie ordered for him, something which would’ve earnedhim a smack on the shoulder any other night. Tonight though, it made a chill ofpleasure run through Eddie. The possessive hand Richie placed on Eddie’s hiphad him half hard; Eddie wanted to feel both of Richie hands on his hips as hebent him over and fucked him. But they could get to that later, as Eddiereminded himself with a deep, steadying breath. He wanted to make Richie waitfor it tonight, wanted to drive him crazy. It would be even better that way,with Richie pent up all night.

They sipped slowly and absently ontheir drinks, neither of them trying to get drunk. “I wanna dance,” Eddiepouted, running his fingers along Richie’s arm. Richie gave him a small, amusedsmile.

“Then go dance,” he said and noddedtoward the dancefloor. “I’ll be right here watching you.” Eddie just huffed alittle before making his way into the crowd of bodies.

Eddie didn’t mind dancing byhimself, especially with Richie watching, but it wasn’t long before there wassomeone pressed up behind him. He wanted to roll his eyes, but he was alsograteful for the opportunity to make Richie “jealous.” He turned from Richieand grinded back against the guy, letting him run his hands over him. “What areyou doing out here? Dancing like that all alone?” Ugh, Eddie thought. He couldn’t wait to be back with Richie. Butwhen he looked back at Richie the guy being all over him was worth it. Evenfrom a distance in a dark club Eddie could see how dark his husband’s eyeswere, how tightly set his jaw was. Eddie smiled at him sweetly before turningaway again.

“Just dancing,” Eddie absentlyanswered the guy. Thankfully he was quiet after that and Eddie could just getlost in the music. He liked dancing, even if there were annoying, horny guysall around him. He liked dancing for Richie, liked knowing his eyes were onhim. When he looked over again there was a girl sitting next to Richie who wasclearly trying to get his attention, but Richie wasn’t paying her any mind. Hiseyes were still on Eddie, who couldn’t keep himself from his husband anymore.He wordlessly and unceremoniously left his dancing partner on the floor infavor of prancing up to Richie. Eddie slotted their legs together and pressedhis chest to Richie’s. Richie gave him a kiss, settling one hand on his waist.

“You having fun, baby?”

“I’d have more fun with you.”

“I think we should go home,” Richiesaid in Eddie’s ear, making him shiver.

“But we just got here,” Eddiepouted.

Richie’s grip on his waisttightened. “If you go back to that creep I’m not fucking you tonight.” Eddiewhimpered. “Do you want that, you little slut? Do you want him more than me?”Eddie shook his head.

“Just want you,” he whispered,tucking his head into Richie’s neck.

“I don’t know, you looked like youwere enjoying it.” Eddie loved the edge Richie’s voice had taken on. “MaybeI’ll leave you here and let him have his way with you.” Eddie shook his headagain. “No,” Richie chuckled, “no, you don’t want that. I know what you want.You want me to punish you, don’t you, baby?” Eddie nodded, clutching Richie’sshirt. “You only want me. Because I’m the only one who knows how to make youfeel good. I’m the only one who knows how to hurt you the way you like. Isn’tthat right, angel?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie whispered.

“Good. Now we’re going home.”

Eddie hid his smirk when he sawthat the Uber was already outside. They behaved on the ride home out ofconsideration for the driver, just cuddling a bit as Richie brought Eddie intohis side. Eddie had his arms crossed the whole time - something the driverwouldn’t notice that Richie would definitely punish him for later.

Eddie was expecting to start assoon as they got home, but Richie just headed immediately for the kitchen.Eddie followed, standing in the doorway as he watched Richie pour himself aglass of scotch. “Daddy?” Eddie asked hesitantly. Richie turned and leaned onthe counter, which really tested Eddie’s self-control. Richie quirked aneyebrow at him. “I-I thought…”

“You thought what?” Richie asked,stalking toward Eddie. Eddie backed up, loving the way his heart was racing inhis chest, loving the fire in Richie’s eyes. Eddie’s back hit the wall of thefoyer, allowing Richie to crowd into his space. “What did you think, princess?”Richie nudged Eddie’s legs apart and slid one of his own between them. He gothis knee under Eddie and bent his leg up so that Eddie was straddling histhigh, only the wall to support his back as his feet left the ground. Richiecocked his head to the side and swirled his scotch in one hand, the otherhanging at his side so that Eddie had to grip onto him for support. “Did youthink that after teasing me for a week and then grinding on that guy like a littleslut that daddy was just gonna give you whatever you wanted?” Eddie whimpered.Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie’s neck, still keeping his hands to himself.“Oh, baby,” Richie sighed in Eddie’s ear, “you’re gonna wait. You’re gonna waitlike you made me wait. And then I’m gonna tease you so much more than youteased me.”

He stepped back, letting Eddie falland stumble into him. He set his scotch down on the table in the entryway then ledEddie down the hall with his hand on the small of his back. Eddie’s breathhitched with excitement and anticipation when they stopped in front of their“play” room. Richie took out the key and unlocked it, leading Eddie in by thehand. He stopped in the middle of the room and kissed from Eddie’s hand up hisarm. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He then kissed his forehead before settling onthe bed. Eddie knew better than to follow him. “But you know that, don’t you?”he smirked as he leaned back. “Strip. Show daddy how fucking pretty his littleprincess is.” Eddie obediently began unbuttoning his shirt. “Slower.” Hesuppressed a frustrated whine and slowed down. He decided to have fun with it,batting his eyes at Richie as he let his shirt fall to the floor. He swiveledhis hips as he undid the button and the zipper on his jeans, then turned andbent over, showcasing his ass as he took them off. He was just wearing boxerbriefs, but they were pretty short, and he smiled to himself as he heard Richiecurse under his breath. Finally, Eddie took them off and turned to face Richieonce he was fully naked. “Get over here.”

That voice was everything Eddie haddreamed it would be. He walked over to Richie, playing with his hands andcurling in on himself for show. Richie grabbed him by the wrists and kissedthem both, looking up at Eddie with dark eyes but completely ignoring his hardand leaking cock. He then pulled him across his lap, making Eddie yelp insurprise. Richie wasted no time in bringing his hand down on Eddie’s ass. “Thisis mine,” Richie growled, “got it?” Eddie nodded and got another spank, whichsent pleasure coursing through him. “Say it.”

“It’s yours,” Eddie gasped. “I’myours, my ass is all yours.” His cock throbbed against Richie’s thigh and wassurely leaking precome onto his jeans.

“That’s right, baby. And do youknow what that means?” Richie spanked him again, harder and in the same spot;the pain felt amazing. “It means that only I get to touch you.” Spank. “It means that I touch you when Iwant to.” Spank. “And how I want to.Do you understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie nearly cried,“I understand.” Richie maneuvered Eddie so that he straddled Richie’s lap, andthe manhandling only made Eddie harder. The obvious erection under his assdidn’t help. Richie gripped his hips so hard Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if itbruised - he hoped it would, he loved being covered in marks, and he wanted tobe painted in Richie’s handprints for days. Richie must’ve had a similar idea,as he bit down hard on Eddie’s neck and sucked painfully on the sensitive skin.Eddie moaned wantonly and bucked his hips, but Richie held him so that he couldn’trub his cock against Richie’s stomach. Richie kept sucking harsh marks allacross Eddie’s neck and chest, and all Eddie could do was whine and gripRichie’s shirt and hair. Richie looked up at him with pupils blown wide and hislips slick with spit. “Just in case you forget who you belong to,” he grinned.He then pulled Eddie flush against him and lifted him up; Eddie instinctivelywrapped his arms and legs around him. His cock twitched in excitement when herealized Richie was carrying him over to the swing. Eddie obediently held anarm up, which made Richie chuckle. “Aw, is someone being good now?” he teasedwith a kiss and light bite to Eddie’s ear.

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie answeredsweetly as Richie secured the restraint.

“That’s cute,” Richie mused. “Notgonna get you anywhere, though.” Eddie huffed as Richie slipped his other wristinto another restraint. “There’s my little brat,” Richie smirked. He supportedEddie as he slipped his ankles into restraints that kept his legs up andspread. Richie made sure the restraints were secure before stepping back andadmiring his work. Eddie’s skin burned under his eyes, loving how it felt to bespread open for him. Richie walked back up to him and grabbed his jaw, forcingit up so he could lick a lewd stripe up the column of Eddie’s throat. Eddiemoaned. Richie stepped away with a satisfied smile and made his way toward thedresser they kept their toys in. He got out the lube and walked back over,squirting some on his fingers and warming it up on the way. He looked Eddie inthe eyes and brought his finger right up against Eddie’s hole. Eddie whimpereddesperately, but Richie just looked at him. His jaw was set, the slightest hintof a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Lips that Eddie would give anythingto feel on him. When Richie didn’t move, just kept his finger where it was,Eddie looked up to find his eyes already trained on Eddie’s.

“Please,” Eddie whined with wideeyes and a pout. Richie’s smile grew imperceptibly.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please finger me, daddy. Please, Ineed you so bad, need to feel your fingers inside of me.”

“Work for it if you need it sobad.” Heat flushed through Eddie’s cheeks and chest, but he did as he was told.He rocked himself back, and when his momentum pushed him forward Richie’sfinger slipped into him. He threw his head back and moaned; he knew he’d beenmissing Richie inside of him, but he hadn’t realized how much. A sort ofembarrassment coursed through him as Richie watched with a small smile as Eddierocked himself back and forth, desperately seeking more pleasure and friction,but he liked it - in fact he loved it, loved the condescension in Richie’seyes. He knew Richie was gonna make him work for it, but eventually Richie wasgoing to take Eddie apart, and Eddie couldn’t wait. He rocked eagerly, wantingto fast forward to Richie fucking his brains out.

But then Richie pulled away andwent back to the drawer. “Wait, nonono, daddy, come back! Please, please I needyour fingers, daddy,” Eddie begged, thrashing uselessly at his restraints.

Richie ignored him and rifledthrough the drawer. He pulled out two blindfolds - a red one and a black one -and held them up to Eddie. “Which color?” Eddie just pouted and shook his head.“Well alright, if you won’t choose I will.” He tossed the red one carelesslyback in the drawer and headed over with the black one.

“But I wanna see you,” Eddie whinedpetulantly as Richie secured the soft eye mask on his head. However, he didn’tslip it over his eyes yet. He stooped down a bit and looked Eddie in the eye.

“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.You’ve been a brat, and brats don’t get what they want.”

“But I’ll be good, so good for you, daddy, I promise!”

“It’s a little late for that,sweetheart.” Richie kissed his nose, pulled down the blindfold, and pressed twofingers inside of him. Eddie let out a small, breathy moan at the newsensation. “Now fuck yourself on my fingers or I’ll leave you here.” Eddie wasquick to comply, rocking his hips as fast as he could. However, given that hewas suspended, he couldn’t go nearly as quickly as he wanted.

“Daddy, please,” he cried. “I wantit fast, please give it to me, please.”

“You’ll take what I give you or youget nothing. Got that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie agreedreluctantly.

“Tell daddy what you’re workingtoward.”

“Your cock, daddy.”

“Yeah? You want daddy’s cock insideof you?”

“Need it,” Eddie mewled, increasingthe enthusiasm and the power of his thrusts but still only minimally increasingthe speed.

“You think daddy’s cock is gonnamake all this hard work worth it?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie groaned, “soworth it. I’d do anything to get your cock inside of me.”

“I know you would,” Richie chuckledsmugly. “God, I’ve got such a desperate cockslut, don’t I? Such a needy littlewhore for daddy.” Eddie gasped when he felt Richie’s lips on the inside of hisknee. “And so pretty, too. Daddy’s so lucky to have you, kitten.” He pressed akiss to the inside of Eddie’s thigh, making him whine and shake. “You’re so funto play with. So fun to tease.” Richie sucked one of Eddie’s nipples into hismouth. Eddie moaned, high pitched and desperate, and a bead of precome leakedfrom his cock. Richie kissed his way up Eddie’s neck until his lips brushedagainst his ear. “You’re even more fun to fuck.” He harshly thrust his fingersinside of Eddie, his finger finally brushing up against Eddie’s prostate.

“Yes!” Eddie cried, his handsgrabbing onto the restraints. “Yes, yes, please keep going, please.” But Richieslid his fingers out and, in doing so, earned himself a frustrated whine fromEddie that bordered on the beginning of a tantrum.

“Show me you can take three,” heordered, pressing three fingers to Eddie’s rim. Eddie pressed himself againstRichie, and it burned, but he managed to fit three fingers inside of him. He letout soft, high pitched, breathy grunts every time he felt Richie’s knucklesagainst his ass, his fingers buried as deep inside of him as they would go. Thepain soon subsided and faded into pleasure that made Eddie throw his head back.He loved Richie’s fingers, loved the way he curled them inside of him everyonce in a while.

“Fuck, daddy,” he moaned. “Wannasee you.” He loved the way Richie looked when he got Eddie like this, and hewanted to see the look in his eyes as Eddie fucked himself on his fingers. ButRichie ignored Eddie’s request, instead removing his fingers and leaving theblindfold. “No, please,” Eddie all but sobbed, reaching futilely for Richie. Heheard him rummaging around again, but he couldn’t tell what he was doing. Eddiewhimpered at the emptiness. Richie must’ve taken his shoes off, because Eddiedidn’t hear him walk over - he just heard soft vibrations seconds before hefelt them inside of him. He cried out, gripping his restraints again. He was solost in the feeling of the vibrator inside of him that he almost missed Richiesecuring a cock ring on him. “No,” Eddie whined, “daddy, please.”

“I told you I was gonna make youwait, princess,” Richie tutted. “Brats don’t come until they’re allowed, youknow that.” Eddie whined indignantly but stopped squirming, allowing Richie todo whatever he wanted to him. But… Richie didn’t do anything. The cock ringstayed on and the vibrator stayed inside of him, but he didn’t hear whereRichie was. That is, until he heard a belt buckle and a zipper coming undonefrom a little ways across the room.

Eddie moaned as he listened toRichie spit in his own hand and start stroking his cock. “That’s not fair,”Eddie whined, pulling uselessly at his restraints again. “Please daddy, I wannasee you, want your cock so bad.”

“Then earn it. Take your punishmentlike a good slut.” Suddenly the vibrations picked up, making Eddie gasp andbuck his hips. The new speed was intense, and it had his cock flushing withpleasure. The pleasure soon mixed with an edge of pain, as Eddie couldn’t comeeven if he wanted to. Eddie’s hands reached instinctively for his cock, for thevibrator, for Richie, for any control over the situation, but his efforts werefruitless.

“Daddy,” he cried. “Please, please,please, need you so so bad, please.”

“What do you want, baby?” Richieasked, his voice getting closer and closer to Eddie. His strokes sounded slowernow, and just the thought of it made Eddie drool.

“I wanna watch you stroke yourcock, I wanna see you. You’re so fucking hot, I wanna see you so bad, wannahold you. Wanna take your cock up my ass and make you feel good. Please, daddy,please let me be good for you, please let me see you.”

“You’re so cute when you beg like alittle whore.” Eddie didn’t need to see to know Richie was smirkingvictoriously. Suddenly there was another smack to Eddie’s ass, making him gaspas pleasure sparked through him. “Aren’t you such a pretty whore for daddy?Such a pretty,” spank, “dirty,” spank, “desperate,” spank, “bad,” spank,“greedy little whore.” He grabbed Eddie’s ass, which made him whimper. “You’rea spoiled little whore who thinks his daddy will give him anything he wants,aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” Eddie whined.“I wanna be good for you, please.”

“No, you wanna get fucked. Isn’tthat right? Daddy’s little whore just wants some cock, doesn’t he?” Eddienodded, a pout in his face. “Say it.”

“Want your cock, daddy.”

“Do you? I think you’d let anyoneshove their cock up your ass. I think you’d spread your legs for anyone.”Eddie’s cheeks and chest burned at the words.

“No! Daddy, it’s just you, Ipromise I only want you.”

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because no one can fuck me likeyou do.” Eddie gasped as Richie started brutally fucking the vibrator in andout of him. “I love you, daddy.”

“Aw, he’s being sweet now,” Richiechuckled. He kissed the inside of Eddie’s thigh sweetly before sinking histeeth into the soft flesh. Eddie cried out, though he couldn’t tell if it wasmore from pain or pleasure. “Kissing up to daddy, are we? Gonna be a good,sweet little boy? You think if you’re nice daddy will stuff you full of hiscock?”

“Please,” was all Eddie could say,his head swimming.

“That’s it, keep begging, slut.”Eddie responded with an endless string of pleasepleaseplease,rocking himself onto the vibrator. But Richie took it away right as he started,making Eddie whimper indignantly. He missed the fullness, but he loved theanticipation, not knowing what was coming next. He perked up when he heardRichie open the lube again. It must’ve shown, because Richie chuckled. “Sodesperate to be filled and you don’t even know what you’re getting.” But Eddiewould know the feeling of Richie’s cock pressed to his hole anywhere, any time.

“Yes!” he cried out.“Pleasepleaseplease, please daddy, please give it to me.”

“Work for it.”

Eddie swung back eagerly, rockinghis hips forward and letting out an obscene moan when he felt Richie’s cockbreach his hole. He contemplated taking it slow, letting himself adjust, but hewas too far gone to care about that. His lust drove him forward and back andforward again, taking Richie as deep as he could. “That’s it, baby,” Richiepraised. “Fuck, that’s a good slut. See? Isn’t it nice to do what you’re told?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Isn’t it nice to give daddy whathe wants?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie answered even more emphatically. He rocked hiships harder and faster for emphasis.

“Keep it up and daddy just mightfuck you.” That motivated Eddie like nothing else. He pumped as fast as hecould, desperate for it, not bothering to hold back his desperate little gruntsand cries and moans as he fucked himself on Richie’s cock. He clenched aroundhim, just the way he knew he liked, and was delighted when it had the desiredeffect. Richie growled and grabbed Eddie by the hips, pulling and pushing himup and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Eddie cried. “Useme, use me, use me, yes.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, that’sright. You love getting fucked like a little toy, don’t you? You like whendaddy uses you to get off?”

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie moaned. Hisvoice droned off into a litany of yesdaddy, repeated over and over like a prayer when Richie began fucking intohim in earnest. He moaned in surprise, pain, and pleasure when Richie’s handcame down hard across his cheek.

“Your ass belongs to me,” Richiegrunted as he gripped Eddie by the throat. He dug his fingers into the sides ofhis throat under his jaw. Eddie loved the pain, loved the shortness of breathand the lightheadedness that eventually arrived. “You belong to me, you’re mine. Only I get to make you feel thisgood, got it?” Eddie nodded as best he could with Richie’s hand still wrappedaround his throat. God it made himwant to come, and his cock throbbed more painfully the harder Richie chokedhim. He let up a little, but Eddie whined in protest. Richie laughed again andtightened his grip, fucking Eddie even harder.

“Yes,” Eddie gasped out weakly, hisknuckles white from how hard he was gripping his restraints. Richie chokedEddie until he couldn’t breathe, then released his grip right as Eddie’s headstarted to get light. “Please,” he rasped.

“Please what?” Richie asked as hecontinued to slam his hips into Eddie’s. Eddie’s lack of sight heightened thesound of skin slapping against skin, of the restraints rattling, of Richie’sgrunts and Eddie’s moans. It made his cock throb desperately.

“I need to come, daddy,” hepleaded.

“Oh, you need it?” Richie mocked ina tone that made Eddie’s cheeks grow hot again. “I guess you should’ve thoughtabout that before you decided to be brat.”

“Hurts,” he cried.

“Oh, I know it does sweetheart. Butyou like that, don’t you?” Eddie could only whimper in response. “Yeah, I knowyou fucking do.” At the same time, Richie nailed Eddie’s prostate and slappedhim. Eddie’s cock dribbled out more precome, proving Richie’s point. Eddiemoaned obscenely. “You’ll come tonight, princess, but not until daddy does,okay?” Eddie nodded, then pointedly clenched around Richie again. Richiegroaned and tightened his grip on Eddie’s hips.

“Please come inside me, daddy,”Eddie begged. “Please, want your come so bad, want it dripping down my thighs.”

“Yeah? You wanna be full of mycome, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy, please.”

“Maybe I’ll just fuck you and fillyou up with my come and then leave you here until I’m ready to give you somemore.” Eddie whimpered. “Yeah, you want as much of my come as possible, don’tyou baby? Hungry for daddy’s come like a good little slut.”

“Wan’ it so bad,” Eddie moaned, hisvoice slurred from pleasure and the overstimulation of being denied an orgasm.

“Gonna give it to you, baby,”Richie panted, and Eddie could tell from the sloppiness of his thrusts that hemeant soon. “Gonna give my little comeslut just what he wants.” Richie removedthe cock ring then, and Eddie almost sobbed with pleasure and relief. Richiegave him a few more hard thrusts before they were both coming, their moansmixing in the air of the room. Eddie wasn’t sure what felt better: his ownrelease or being filled with Richie’s come.

Richie kissed Eddie tenderly as hepulled out. “That was so good,” Eddie panted, feeling lighter than air.

“I’m glad,” Richie smiled againsthis cheek. “It was amazing for me, you’re so good for me.” Eddie preened underthe praise and the soft touches. “I’m gonna take the blindfold off, okay baby?”Eddie nodded and hummed contentedly as he felt Richie’s come drip out of him.He smiled to himself when he heard Richie curse at the sight. He then slowlyslid the eye mask off, letting Eddie adjust gradually to the light. The dimlighting helped, but Eddie still squinted a bit. Eddie beamed at his husband,so happy that he could finally see him. He looked so beautiful with a sheen ofsweat making his skin glisten and his damp curls pushed away from his face. Hisblue eyes sparkled from behind his glasses as they drank in Eddie’s smilingface. “God, you’re cute,” Richie grinned before peppering Eddie’s face withmore kisses.

“I love you,” Eddie smiled.However, he frowned as soon as he reached for Richie and found he was stillbound up. Richie kissed his pout away.

“I love you too, angel. Let’s getyou down from there, yeah?” Eddie nodded. “Arms around me, baby, I’ve got you.”Richie undid him one arm at a time, making sure he took his time letting eacharm down so he wouldn’t hurt himself. He wrapped his arms around Richie’sshoulders, leaning his weight on him, pleasantly exhausted. He barely did anyof the work as Richie undid the leg restraints and wrapped Eddie’s legs aroundhis waist. Then Richie was carrying him to the kitchen and setting him down onthe counter. He gave Eddie some fruit and water and ran his fingers through hishair and kissed his temple as he ate. “You are perfect,” Richie sighed. Apleasant flush spread across Eddie’s skin, and he leaned even further intoRichie’s embrace.

“I love you so much,” Eddiemurmured into Richie’s shoulder.

“I love you, too.” Richie kissedEddie’s hair and held him close. “You wanna get cleaned up?” Eddie noddedsleepily against Richie’s chest, and Richie picked him up. Eddie was asleepbefore they even made it to the bathroom, feeling warm and safe and happy inhis husband’s loving arms. 

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[sunflowerharrington]

I’m finally sending you my request!

I would probably want a fluffy to smutty Eddie x plus size reader fic. Based on “Do I wanna know?” By Arctic Monkeys.

Like her and Eddie are bffs and she has had a crush on him for what feels like forever, they tease each other and stuff but he never picks up the hints. The whole gang goes to the lake for a day and the reader is super nervous to show up in her swimsuit because she’s bigger and doesn’t want Eddie to think she’s gross. When he sees her he realizes the feelings he’s had for a very long time. They eventually go back to his place to change and they both end up confessing to each other. That’s just my idea but you can change it however you want to fit the song better if you like. 💕

Do I Wanna Know If This Feeling Flows Both Ways? - EM X PlusSize!GN!Reader

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!gn!reader.

warnings: male masturbation, perv!eddie, friends to lovers, p in v sex, eddie’s wild thoughts, eddie’s pov, obsessions, borderline yandere!eddie, jealousy, anger, low self esteem, body issues, lack of self love, fluff and smut, mention of heather holloway and billy hargrove’s deaths, reader is wearing a bathing suit but this can be read as swim shorts too if you like, slight breeding kink (i think that’s it).

notes: i tried my best, babes, i really did. i don’t feel as though this is the best representation because i myself am not plus sized, so if this is bad i’m sorry, i just wanted to write this for you. poc friendly also :) enjoy! if you want you can listen to ‘do i wanna know’ by arctic monkeys!

side note: not proofread or edited, sorry if there’s spelling or grammar mistakes :( also, i couldn’t help myself from switching the pov and the crush to eddie, i hope you still like it baby!

word count: 1541

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There’s this story that brings you on the journey of young love. It’s like stepping out from a dark place and into the sun on a hot summer’s day, where the light is so bright and hot that your eyes ache and you’re blinded, where you panic, afraid you’ll never see the sun again. That’s what it was like when Eddie Munson fell in love. And he would always see the sun, as you were his sun, and he’d never let you go as long as you both lived.

He wanted you forever, he wanted to be yours forever. Whether that was as a friend, a best friend, or something more, he didn’t really mind. He just wanted you to stay in his life. Which was why on the day before you left for your vacation to California that you were going on with Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, Max, Erica and El, Eddie decided to ask the gang to meet him down by Lover’s Lake for a cool off from the hot sun. And everyone showed up, with Dustin complaining the entire time about the heat, with Steve telling him to stop whining.

Eddie loved their brotherly relationship, and he also loved the way Steve took in Max as one of his own without any questions, filling the big brother spot she never had. Eddie aspired to have that kind of relationship with someone, which is why he jumped at his first chance, taking Will under his wing, showing him the ins and outs of D&D and highschool romances—even though Eddie was never in a relationship before. But he swore by the fact that single people give better relationship advice than those in relationships… And he also helped Will figure out his feelings for Mike, so it was heartwarming to see that after Will confessed, Mike didn’t run away, he didn’t pull away. In fact, they got even closer.

Eddie wanted to be that close with you. And this “pool party” was the perfect way to do so. He even thought about fake-drowning so you’d save him, knowing you worked as a lifeguard at the swimming pool after Heather Holloway and Billy Hargrove went missing… Or so he thought. But Dustin and the others hadn’t told him the ins and outs of the Starcourt Tragedy just yet. They didn’t need to ruin his summer even more than you already had. You’d ruined him. You’d ruined Edward Wayne Munson, and you didn’t even know it. Standing on the wooden pathway around the edge of the lake next to Chrissy, ready to jump in, in your red lifeguard bathing suit—his favorite color, the reason why he hung out at the pool, just to see you in it, with your black bathing suit cover-up and your black and white flip flops—that he loved a lot.

But not as much as he loved you. Oh, he loved you so much. He’d do anything for you, including things from moving mountains to human sacrifice. You were his goddess, sent down from heaven to guide him through his highschool years, helping him to finally graduate in the summer of ‘86, and now helping him to finish his mechanics apprenticeship so he could get a job at the local garage. He hoped your car would break down a lot so he could fix it for you and impress you with his skilled fingers—while fixing your car, obviously, get your mind out of the gutter—instead of his swimming skills, or lack thereof.

He lay on his stomach next to Lucas, who’d been writing something down in a notebook, humming a Kate Bush song to himself. It sounded like Babooshka, and he had Max’s headphones on, so it must have been. Lucas was drawing a love heart with his and Max’s initials inside, and there was a poem beneath. As Eddie read the poem, his thoughts drifted back to you, the sound of your giggles filling his ears as Nancy splashed water at you and Steve playfully pulled you under the water with his arms… around… your… waist…

Fuck. No, this could not be happening. Eddie needed to be the one doing that. He needed to be the one with his hands around your waist, with his legs tangled with yours, with his hands around your— Woah, slow down there buddy.

Eddie rolled his eyes, he’d have to somehow slip away to sort out his growing erection somehow. Do you see what you do to him? He excused himself to the bathroom, stalking away from the group, into Reefer Rick’s cabin and into one of the rooms furthest away from where the group were situated. He sighed contentedly, working his balled fist over the shaft of his throbbing cock, the sensations of his hand squeezing over the sensitive nerves in his tip sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

From where he was standing he had a clear view of you outside the window, the bathing suit hugging your full hips and your thick thighs he’d love to have his face between. He’d do anything for it. A small whimper left his throat as he fucked his fist faster, cursing your name under his breath, spreading his precum over the length of his dick.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, his hips bucking against his hand, whining and moaning as he kept his wide eyes full of undeniable lust on you. “Love fucking this pretty pussy, baby. My pretty pussy—fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight, oh my God! Wanna have sex with you for real, sweetheart. Gonna cum in you again and again until you’re so full and round you look pregnant, baby—shit, fucking shit, oh shit— gonna- gonna make you mine.”

Eddie’s labored breathing turned into lewd gasps as his wrist flicking sped up, fucking himself through his high, his eyes squeezing shut, though the image of you bent over to pick up a bottle of sunscreen was still plastered in his mind. He wanted that image tatted on the inside of his eyelids.

His mouth dropped open and his thighs tensed, his chest rising and falling rapidly at the same time as his heavy breathing. One, two, three strokes until he let out a loud cry of your name, alerting you unbeknownst to him. He didn’t hear the door flinging open behind him as he came, thick ropes of cum dripping down his hand.

“Fuck, princess,” he chuckled. “Look at what your pretty ass made me do.”

He barely felt the arms wrapping around his waist until somebody rested their head against his back, against the area between his shoulder blades. His breath hitched in his chest when he recognized the color of nail polish you were wearing outside. You knew he only called you his princess, his sweetheart, his.

“Hi, Eds,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin, running your fingertips up and down his stomach, not realizing what had just happened, or just choosing to ignore it. “Had to come in for some shade, it’s too hot outside.”

“That’s because you were outside sweetheart. You’re gonna cause global warming,” he said, turning around after he’d shoved his softened dick back into his swim shorts, knowing that you hadn’t seen it because if you had, he knew his sweetheart would be freaking out. And he didn’t want that.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you close, discreetly sniffing your hair as he kissed the top of your forehead by your hairline. One thing Eddie didn’t know was how long it took Chrissy and Robin to convince you to go to the lake, practically dragging you out of your house and into Steve’s car. They promised nobody would think anything different of you, but that was so easy for them to say. Itty bitty bodies and tiny waists, but that’s not what Eddie liked. No, no. He loved your body the most.

He wanted to worship you as if you were a Goddess. Which you were, especially to him. He wanted to squeeze and kiss every inch of your body, and he wanted to suck hickeys into those deliciously curvy hips of yours and your neck. Oh, he wanted to cover your neck in hickeys, a few in the shape of an ‘E’ on the right side of your neck, and an ‘M’ on the left side of your neck. He wanted to mark you as his. And he wanted to do it now.

So that’s how he found himself on top of you as you whined beneath him, his shirt covering your body as he made sweet love to you, whispering words of affection to you as he chased both of your highs. He confessed he loved you as he came, seeing stars and angels dancing and fluttering around in his mind as thick ropes of cum landed on your breasts and stomach, seeping into his Black Sabbath shirt, joking that he’d never wash his sheets again after your cum began seeping into the sheets and the mattress.

You thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t, as you saw when you landed on the mattress after jumping back into the overworld after defeating Vecna in the Upside Down with your Eddie by your side.

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Filling the blanks - Chapter 6

Pairing: Richie x Eddie x Bill (Reddie at the start).

Summary: During his last moments, Eddie realized he had something to say, but before he could finish the sentence, he was gone. Now he’s stuck between life and death and he knows he won’t be able to rest until he takes care of what he started. The only person he trusts enough to help him is Bill.

Or: The ghost AU where Eddie’s spirit can get inside of Bill’s mind to ask him for help to tell Richie he loved him.

Warnings: Canon Divergence (IT actually kills Audra) and, of course, death of major character. Some really heavy internalized homophobia in this chapter. Like, really heavy. Even some use of the F word that isn’t “fuck”. So, yeah, please be careful, the whole point of this fic is to make y’all have a good time, not triggering you <3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

AO3 link

Playlist on Spotify (mostly songs about Heaven and duel related stuff and 1980s hits)

Special thanks to my stunning beta @golden-marauders. I know you’re going through busy times and I just wanna say you’re doing amazing, sweetie. This thing would be nothing without you. Or at least pretty hard to read xD

Eddie can’t say he didn’t think about canceling the date. Actually, canceling the date has been the only thing on his mind since he and Bill left the bed. He spent the whole morning contemplating the idea, trying not to be too loud, since his friend needed to put all his effort into looking wrecked and lonely for the eyes of the producers. He didn’t even hear the conclusion of the meeting, and he felt afraid of asking. The last thing he wants is to make it seem like he doesn’t care about Bill’s problems.

He built up a few excuses, too. Lying to Richie shouldn’t be that hard, and he was already reluctant about the ‘new scary, weird thing’, so he wouldn’t insist or ask for any further explanation. Bill could get sick, or devastated after discussing his wife’s death, or Eddie could simply have come to the conclusion that he doesn’t love Richie. At least not as he thought. He was confused, that’s all.

He doesn’t even need to cancel. He took care of his unfinished business, he’s allowed to leave whenever he wants. And, to be honest, he could use an eternal nap after everything he’s gone through. Richie will wait for him and, when he finally realizes Eddie won’t come, he’ll go home and start to forget.

Richie said he wanted to forget. He said he wanted to get over Eddie’s memory and death. Eddie not attending their lunch would be the best thing that could happen to him.

And, damn, this is not just about Richie. Eddie himself isn’t sure if he wants to go back into the dating scene. He thought he would get away from it forever when he got married, and he can’t help but think he shouldn’t be doing it at his current age. He went out with a few girls when he was younger —always during his short seasons of ‘I’ll become strong and independent and I’ll show my mother I can live without her’— and everything he can recall from that dark era is awful.

All different from the others: tall, short, blonde, brunette, curvy, skinny; but all of them with the same demanding, enthusiastic voice, going on and on about their lives and wanting to find out more and more about Eddie’s. Asking, digging, questioning. Did he have lots of friends while growing up? He couldn’t remember. How many ex-girlfriends? None, they never lasted enough to earn that title. How could someone like him still be single? Sonia Kaspbrak, that’s how.

The most voluptuous ones would lean towards him, their giant breasts spreading all over the table, making him think about cows and lose his appetite for the rest of the night. The most demonstrative liked to casually play with his pinky ring and put their hand on his shoulder while acting like his jokes were super funny and bat their eyes while smiling sweetly at him. The shyest ones barely made any eye contact and they usually had a friend who called pretending a relative of them had a car accident, just in time to save them from the silence when it became unbearable.

But all of them had something in common. They expected to be taken home, and held, and kissed, and, sometimes, made love to. That was the concept Eddie couldn’t stand. And God knows he tried to explain it without hurting anyone’s feelings. Some took it well, but the ones who would cry and tell him he didn’t like them were the worst. He ended up putting his hands on their cheeks, making them look at him in the eye and talking about how they were amazing and deserved better for hours until their ego was restored.

Yeah, you deserve better, he thought. Preferably anyone but me.

I’ll call you, he’d say, and he’d never call. He didn’t give them his number because he was too scared of his mother picking up the phone. The only time he felt like he could trust someone with such personal information, was a ginger girl he met in college. She was nice and funny, and Eddie felt randomly willing to keep seeing her. Of course, he later concluded he only liked her as a friend, but the connection was there. He always connected with ginger girls, even though he couldn’t put his finger on the reason behind it.

When Sonia found out about her, their house almost exploded. She accused him of not loving her anymore, of trying to leave her. She cried and screamed that he had changed, that he felt like he was too good for his mother.

“You use people and then throw them away,” she sobbed, “I dedicated my whole life to you, to keep you safe and healthy, and now that you think you can take care of yourself, you want to get rid of me as soon as possible. But you’re wrong. You’re sure you can make it on your own but you’re wrong, Eddie. You’d be nothing without me.”

That was their biggest fight and the only time he decided to remind her about the fake meds. He was convinced it would make him win the argument and his whole life. However, it only made it worse. By the time she was crying in his arms, telling him she loved him and she didn’t want to lose him, he had already promised he would never date someone without letting her know again.

And he kept that promise. The next one was Myra and their relationship barely touched the dating phase. They got married by inertia and he acted like he loved her till the very last day.

So Eddie isn’t a professional on dating. He didn’t enjoy it, and somehow, going out on a date with Richie doesn’t seem right. What would they do? Sit down and eat their meal and pretend they don’t know everything about each other? Will Richie try to flirt with him like he would flirt with the random, hot women he’s used to date? How does a first date work when you already admitted you’re in love with the other person? Does Richie expect him to hold the doors open for him and pay the bill, like his previous romantic interests? Or will Richie do that for him? If that’s the case, how can he make it clear that he doesn’t want to be treated like a lady?

Fuck, how does gay dating work, anyway? Eddie hasn’t even considered that word yet. He just knows he likes Richie, he’s attracted to him and he doesn’t like women, which, by default, should make him gay. But the term isn’t something he’s accustomed to. He tries to act like an expert for Richie, because he understands that Richie is going through a lot and he needs someone to guide him. He makes an effort because Richie needs him, and that’s what finally convinces him that he can’t just cancel their date.

Richie needs him. Yes, Eddie loves him and wants to be with him, but that’s not the most important part of the deal. If he leaves the world and Richie falls for another man —or even a woman— and gets married and completely forgets about him, it won’t matter. Hurting and mattering aren’t the same thing. Essentially and most significantly, he will be happy for him. He doesn’t mind if the true love of Richie’s life is someone else. The only thing he cares about is that Richie accepts himself.

The confusion on his face and in his voice the night before, made Eddie’s heart shrink. He knows that doubt, that guilt, and he doesn’t want that for Richie. He wants him to look at himself in the mirror and, regardless of who’s in his bed that morning, feel no shame about liking both men and women and realize nothing can change that. After years of denial, Eddie knows the best gift he can give to someone he loves, is helping them to get to that point of awareness and freedom.

No, he won’t cancel. He can’t. His unfinished business might be completed, but he still has something to do. He won’t let Richie down.

“Okay,” he nods decisively, fixing the collar of his shirt in front of the mirror, “How do I look?”

Bill chuckles.

Y-you look amazing, if I do say so myself.

Eddie smiles too. He has spent the last twenty minutes wandering through the bathroom, looking for lotions and deodorants and hygiene products that Bill didn’t even know existed. As soon as they left the studio office, Eddie concluded they had to shower, and despite the insistence of his friend on how they were clean enough, he took that decision to its most extreme consequences. To the point where Bill is starting to think they might never leave the room.

Bill tried to be understanding and supportive. He gets it; life hasn’t been nice to Eddie, principally on the romantic department. The best thing he can do is play along and do anything he can to make it easier for him. But when Eddie resolves that their hair just doesn’t look good enough and that it’s probably because of the shampoo, so they should shower again, Bill knows it’s time to stop.

Okay, w-wait a minute… What’s wrong with my h-hair?

Eddie freezes with his hand inches away from the shower faucet.

“Oh, nothing,” he quickly clarifies, scared of Bill taking it the wrong way, “It looks good, really, but—”

Then why would you c-change it?

“’Cause… ‘cause it doesn’t look good on me, alright? It looks amazing on you, but not on me.”

Bill releases an exasperated sigh.

Eddie, we’ve literally got the same f-face.

Eddie opens his mouth to reply but, sooner than later, he realizes he doesn’t have any argument to what he wants to say.

Also, we’re gonna be late if we—

“But there’s so much I need to do,” he answers immediately, alarmed, “We… we haven’t shaved.”

W-we shaved this morning! What are you t-talking about?

“I know we did, fine? But I’m not convinced. Your skin feels weird and… and I’m sure it doesn’t look just-shaved enough… Maybe with some lotion…”

Eddie, s-seriously, you’re gonna leave America without lotion for three years if you k-keep that up. I’m telling you it looks fine. The only reason why you think it’s w-weird is ‘cause you’re not used to facial hair. I p-promise you Richie won’t notice the fucking d-difference!

Bill catches Eddie’s expression on the mirror and recognizes that maybe he went too far. Eddie looks shocked and almost betrayed. Perhaps they’re arguing about something insignificant, but with the emotional rollercoaster that the previous days had been, it makes sense that it affects him. Bill thinks about how to apologize without sending him a ‘you’re right’ message.

Sorry I s-snapped at you.

Eddie nods, saddened.

“It’s okay. Guess I deserved it.”

He forces a little smile and shrugs, and Bill panics at the misunderstanding.

N-no, Eddie, of course not. You… you didn’t deserve it, alright? I just really d-don’t want you to be l-late. And I’m scared that you might be…

Eddie stands back in front of the mirror and looks into his own eyes, searching for the other person that lies behind them.

“That I might what?” He softly asks.

T-trying to… back off.

At the start, he just looks confused, like he might had heard wrong. There’s no way Bill is implying what he thinks he implied. Then, shock hits him; Bill did say that. And after a fleeting moment of fear —what if it’s Bill who’s trying to back off?—, he’s plainly hurt.

“What the fuck?”

I-I just—

“No, really, the fuck are you talking about? Backing off? Why would I be backing off now?”

I d-don’t know. You’ve tried to back off b-before. Maybe you got scared or—

“Oh, sure, I forgot I’m a fucking pussy. Of course I’d get scared and try to back off. Of course I’m not an adult who can decide for himself and—”

Wow, c-calm down, Eds. You’re being d-defensive. I never said you were a coward. I don’t think that.

Eddie rubs his dead arm and looks down, suddenly demoralized.

“Well, Richie thinks that.”

W-wait… what? What did I miss? When did he s-say that?

His friend exhales a breathless laugh.

“You know, last night… He went on and on about how he wished I was more like when we were kids and how disappointed on me he was. And you can’t tell me it’s not true, ’cause I heard it and it was exactly what it sounded like. Guess that’s one of the things he wouldn’t say to my face, huh?”

Eddie, I—

“But I can’t really blame him. I would have been disappointed in me too, if I noticed how… how I was letting my mother and Myra tame me.”

B-but they didn’t! E-Eddie, can’t you see? They couldn’t tame you. If they did, how… how could you have come back? How could you have r-returned to Derry and… and… S-she was begging you to go back to New York. She would have done a-anything to make you stay. But you decided to do what you t-thought was right, no matter what she s-said. She didn’t have full control over you, and neither did your m-m-mother.

“Then I guess Richie just doesn’t see it that way…”

Of course Richie sees it that way! L-listen, the only reason Richie was d-disappointed was ’cause… ’cause he wanted his friend back. And so did the rest of us. It’s true, we wanted the old Eddie back, but not because he was b-brave or strong… we wanted him back ’cause he was happy. ’Cause he wanted to keep moving f-forward, and overcome his… his fears, and travel the world on his… on his train or w-whatever.

And when we saw you again after almost t-thirty years, sad and defeated, it hurt. But not in the way you think. It didn’t hurt like it does when… I don’t know, when a war hero d-dies. It hurt like it does when you realize your best friend is living an u-unhappy life.

B-but you proved us wrong! ’Cause you still had the same fire in you. You still have it, E-Eddie. You r-re-rekindled it when you came back, even if your wife didn’t want you to. And when you… k-killed Bowers. And when you gave your life for… for us. And by coming to me now and letting me know… by letting R-Richie know… Man, you’re made of stone.

Bill means it. Eddie knows Bill means it. And the comforting feeling of the person he admires the most talking about him like that, it’s almost unbearable. He never thought something as reassuring as what Bill just told him could be this overwhelming, this physically hurtful. But even when it feels like dying all over again in the best way possible, there’s still a shadow of doubt in his eyes.

Bill breathes out.

Hey, it’s okay if you’re mad at R-Richie. Really, what he said was just horrible and you s-shouldn’t ever let anyone talk about you like t-that. So I just want you to f-forget about your feeling for h-him, about your cosmic mission, about It, about e-everything, and allow yourself to feel hurt. ’Cause the people you love can be assholes, too… especially Richie. And they can say shit they shouldn’t. And if that shit m-makes you sad or angry or any other f-feeling… it’s alright. But maybe you… if you’re still mad, you shouldn’t…

“Bill, I’ll go,” Eddie clarifies, “I already said I would. And I’m not doing it just for myself. Richie needs me now. He’s confused, he’s scared, he’s—”

He’s an adult. He’s my b-best friend and I love him, but he’s an adult. It’s not your job to… to figure out his life for him. That’s s-something he has to do by h-himself. Please, just… stop trying to be deep, stop trying to be existential, stop trying to… s-save him. You already did that. What he does from now on… it… it’s up to him. You’re not his ticket out of the c-closet, you’re not his spiritual guide. You’re just his friend who wants… who could start a r-relationship with him. That’s all you’ve got to be. And you’ve got to a-ask yourself if you… if you still want that. ’Cause if you don’t and you f-force yourself… well, someone will end up hurt.

Eddie nods his head thoughtfully, lips closed.

Please, just… think it over. Rich’s not a bad guy. He doesn’t d-deserve your resent just because you held on to something… s-something you weren’t ready to do. And you don’t deserve it, either.

“I understand what you say, but I still wanna do it. Not because of Richie, not because I just want to go out with a guy… I want to do it for myself. I know he said some shitty stuff… and I’m not gonna act like it didn’t hurt. Fuck, it still hurts a bit, but that’s not the point. I’ve been letting everything get in the way of… of what I want. And down there, with my arm gone, bleeding to death, all I could think about was how nice it would be to leave that place like nothing happened and simply… be with him. I won’t miss this chance. I wanna take it.”

Bill sighs and takes control of his right arm to rest a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and give it a sympathetic squeeze.

T-then I’ll be with you in every step of the way… l-literally.

Eddie can’t help but chuckle, but the laugher fades away when he rationalizes everything.

Are you okay?

He blinks a few times, shocked.

“Yeah, I just noticed… this is the first time I got nervous before a date… for the right reason.”

Bill laughs, too.

It’s what you d-deserve. And it’s how it’s g-gonna be from now on.

Eddie raises his left hand and puts it over Bill’s, a soft smile on his face.

Yes, this is how it’s going to be. This is how it always should have been.

They’re supposed to meet at a small cafeteria that Richie chose. Eddie is sure he wanted it to be in such an unknown place because he didn’t like the thought of people finding out about it, but since this is Bill’s body and the last thing Eddie wishes is for his reputation to be affected by this experience, he can’t get mad. Richie and Bill are both very famous people, and a picture of them going out on a date —especially when Mrs. Denbrough has been gone for such a short time— would break the internet. They can’t take risks.

Also, he doesn’t mind privacy. After all, Richie is not the only one who’s trying to get used to the gay thing. Even though they already held hands and kissed, doing it out in the open world feels different. None of them are ready to take that step.

So he goes to this little bar, full of colorful murals and artsy details here and there, and stands in front of the glass door, building up the courage to open it, knowing what’s waiting for him on the other side. Once he does it, he doesn’t have any trouble to find Richie. He’s not far away from the exit, and is being loud enough while picking up his jacket and phone, prepared to leave. Eddie can hear him mumbling, talking to himself.

“Uh, Eds, sorry I couldn’t go I just…” Richie practices, “I had to… I had to check on my… No, that sucks, he’s not gonna buy that… Eds, sorry, I should have called but my grandma is in the hospital and… No, fuck, no, he knows my grandmother is dead… Okay, Rich, you can do it, one more time… Eds, I’ve got syphilis… Damn, what the hell I’m thinking? Ghosts don’t give a fuck about STDs… On the other hand, is Eddie who we’re talking about, so maybe…”

He starts walking to the door while saying this, so immersed on his monologue that he doesn’t notice Eddie’s presence until they’re face to face. His expression when he sees him is so priceless that Eddie can’t even get angry.

“Do you have to be at somewhere else?” He grins, maliciously.

Richie opens his mouth and shuts it, his index finger raising as if he had something to say, even when he doesn’t have a clue.

“You were trying to leave, weren’t you?”

He gulps and nods without a word.

“I really want to say I can’t believe this, but actually—”

“Eds, it’s not what you think,” Richie quickly explains.

“Oh, what is it, then?”

“Listen, Eddie, I… They’re gonna send me to… I’ve got… I’ve got gonorrhea, okay?”

“Didn’t you have syphilis like… thirty seconds ago?”

“That one too… also my ex is pregnant.”

“Let’s sit down and order the fucking food. I’m starving.”

He’s walking to the table, chuckling and shaking his head, before Richie can throw another excuse, and he doesn’t have any option but following him and taking a seat.

Here they are, only a dark wood surface and two menus between them, forced to have every conversation they’ve ignored since this madness started. Richie secretly wonders if the serious conversations will ever end, and Eddie kind of wants them to stop, too, but they know they’re necessary. It’s what they have to do.

“I really didn’t want to stand you up,” Richie says, and he sounds honest.

“It’s okay,” Eddie cuts him, “You’re scared, that’s all. I was scared, too.”

“Did you think about standing me up?”

“Uh… well, maybe not that scared, but definitely nervous. Bill said I was gonna leave America without lotion for three years if I kept that up,” he laughs a bit, “Just wanted to smell good, honestly.”

Richie nods, surprisingly solemn, and after a few seconds he seems to realize it was supposed to be a funny moment and not a transcendental one, so he makes one of his pathetic attempts to be smooth. They usually work… with twenty-something-year old girls. But Eddie is not a twenty-something-year old girl begging him to sleep with her. So it comes off forced and teenager-like.

“Oh, you… you do smell good, I guess?” He stutters, “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I wasn’t putting a lot of attention into it and it’s not like you don’t smell good all the time or anything… I mean, you have smelt better… No, wait, I really didn’t mean to say that. What I’m trying to say is… It’s not Bill’s lotion, I guess? Like, it’s you, your last body smelt nice, too… Well, probably not right now, but—”

“Beep-beep, Richie. I get the picture.”

Richie groans, frustrated, and looks down.

“Sorry, this is a bit weird for me. This doesn’t happen often.”

“What?”

“Well… this!” He makes an exaggerated gesture with his hands, “C’mon, you can’t tell me this isn’t weird.”

Eddie frowns, but the amused smile remains on his face.

“I thought you were used to go out on dates and talk to people.”

“Oh, yeah, I sure am.” He takes a breadstick from the basket between them and gives it a bite, “But this isn’t a… normal situation, you know?”

“Because I look like Bill or…?”

“No, I don’t care ’bout that… It’s just… Argh, it’s hard for me to talk to guys.”

“Richie, what the fuck?”

“I know it’s stupid, okay? You don’t need to tell me...”

“But you’re a guy, too!” He exclaims, trying not to burst out in laughter.

“Yeah, but you’re not just any guy. Like, there’s normal guys and there’s you! I mean…” Then he notices what he said, “Fuck, I know what it sounded like but it wasn’t supposed to sound like that. It’s not because of the… the thing.”

“The thing?”

“Yeah, you know…” He leans towards Eddie and whispers, “The thing.”

“Do you mean…” Eddie imitates him, still making an effort to control his chuckles, “The gay thing?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Hi, may I take your order?” A waitress who neither of them knows where she came from suddenly asks.

That’s when they remember they’re in a public place and they’re so close their noses almost touch, so they both jump away from each other and stridently clear their throats while opening the menus.

“Billy, I was thinking of ordering the Philly cheese stake sandwich, what do you think?” Richie says, a little too loud.

“Uh… yeah, it sounds like a good idea.”

“Would you like to have one, too, Bill Denbrough, my best friend?”

“Just order whatever,” Eddie groans, rubbing his temples.

“Okay, so that will be, please,” he tells the waitress.

She nods, takes the menus and walks away. Their relieved sighs when she’s gone can be heard in the whole restaurant.

“You’re over-acting,” Eddie warns.

“Over-acting? I’m a fucking actor!”

“If you act like that in your movies…”

“Well, my fans don’t seem to care.”

“Do your fans know you can’t even have a normal conversation with a guy?”

“I already told you you’re not just some guy! You’re… Eddie!”

“Oh, right, the thing.”

“It’s not about the thing.”

“Sure it isn’t…” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I’m getting a sense of déjà vu with this talk…”

“Yeah, we already had it, and you still can’t say the word ‘gay.’”

“Ugh, man, give me a rest. This ain’t easy.”            

“Richie, we only have two weeks. You said you wanted to say it back, but you weren’t ready. I’m giving you all the time I can, but I think you just don’t want to be ready at all. Do you even like me?”

“Of course I fucking like you, asshole!” He snaps, remembering to keep his voice low, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I wouldn’t have kept that stupid, fake aspirator around if I didn’t. But this is hard for me, okay? It took you forty years to come to terms with… with the thing! And you still expect me to be all over you in less than 24 hours. At this time yesterday I was the straightest guy in town.

”I love women, alright? I love how they look and how they smell and how they run their nails down my back.” He sighs, “But… but looking back, I also liked how you looked and your smell and I… I’ve spent the whole fucking night thinking about your nails running down my back. And it’s so confusing and frustrating.

”I’m not gay, Eds! I know you want me to say I’m gay, but I really don’t feel like that. You’re the one who makes me feel this way. And I want it to stop but not really at the same time. Just… See? This is why I can’t say it. I’m sorry, but as soon as you’re gone, the feeling will be gone and I’ll go back to normal. There’s nothing we can do. So what’s the point of thinking it over? This goes nowhere.”

Once he finishes, he’s surprised to find out Eddie doesn’t look mad or done with the drama at all. Instead, his eyes are sad and understanding, like the only thing he could conclude from his rant was that Richie is unhappy and he doesn’t want him to feel like that. The waitress stops them from continuing talking when she comes back and puts their sandwiches in front of them, but when she leaves, they know they can’t ignore everything that’s been said.

“Then why are you here?” Eddie quietly asks, before giving his sandwich a bite.

“Why am I here?” Richie questions, puzzled.

“Yeah, why did you come if you thought it went nowhere? Why waste your time?”

“It’s what I do, Eds. I make out with someone and my mind goes all over the place, and I think ‘damn, this could be good’, so I give them a try ’cause this time could be different and I might prove I’m not just the funny guy on T.V. Then we get to know each other and they realize they don’t want just sex. They want you to undress your soul and tell them about your childhood trauma and have a lot of meaningful conversations that go on for hours. They want you to get married and have babies and buy a nice little house in the suburbs.

”Then they find out you can’t give them those things and try to change you. And when you realize you’re just the fantasy of the emotionally inaccessible guy… you tell them to put their dress back on and leave your house, and the next weekend you make out with someone new.”

Eddie remains mute.

“Sorry, I’ve been watching BoJack Horseman,” Richie apologizes, tearing off the bread’s crust, “But, hey, that’s fine. We’re just two old friends hanging out and…”

There’s an uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence Eddie desperately wanted to avoid. However, it isn’t like the ones he used to share with his previous dates. Those were terrible and scary, full of ridiculous attempts to restart the conversation, even when it was already dead. This silence feels like something needed, natural. They don’t want to rush out of it for the sake of stop being awkward. They want to work it out once they have something to say.

“Well, at least you don’t have to tell me about your childhood trauma,” Eddie shrugs, and Richie smiles, “I’m sorry if I pressured you. I didn’t mean to—”

“No, Eds, I’m sorry. I felt so bad about you being gone, and there was nothing I wanted more than you coming back… And when you do it, I just decide to be an asshole and call you names and act like you wasted your whole life, ’cause you didn’t throw everything you had away for things you didn’t even remember. It wasn’t fair.”

“Hey.” He looks around and puts his hand over Richie’s, “It’s okay if you like both, you know?”

“What?”

“Men and women. Seriously, it’s fine. You don’t have to pick a side… at least for me. I’m okay with it.”

Richie lets go a small, bitter laugh.

“Yeah, you say that now—”

“And I’ll say it again later if you need me to. I’ll say it every day ’till I leave: there’s nothing wrong about it.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t make it a coming out story. We kissed and I liked it. I never wanted a guy before, just you. When you leave, this leaves with you.”

“What if you meet another man?”

“It took me forty years to meet you, and we’ve known each other since before I could even read. I think I’ll be fine.”

“You can’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“Listen, Eds,” he starts, firm, “I know one thing: I’ve been treated like a freak almost my whole life. I’ve been punched and kicked and thrown into trash cans. My glasses got broken so many times I ended up buying contacts. And look at me now.” He opens his arms, “Sorry, but I can’t go back to be a freak again.”

Eddie leaves his sandwich on the plate and stands up. Despite how tears are doing everything they can to fill his eyes up, his face stays impassible.

“I never thought you were a freak, Richie,” he says, “And the other Losers didn’t think that, either.” He grabs his coat from the chair’s back, “We used to be enough for you. I’m sorry you need everyone else to love you now. I’m sorry you gave up.”

Richie’s eyes are wide-open.

“Wait, Eds, where you going?”

“I’m leaving, Rich,” Eddie answers, already walking to the door. He hears Richie’s steps behind him, but he doesn’t stop, “Call me when you make up your mind.”

“Man, what the fuck? C’mon, you know I… Eds, please, I… You know how I am, you know I say stupid things…”

They walk out the restaurant, Eddie first and Richie a few steps after him.

“So I have to sit there and be your punching bag, just because you can’t get your shit together?” Eddie demands, face on fire as he turns around to look at him, “You’re fucking forty, Richie, and you still act like a child. I can leave whenever I want, you know? I could have left yesterday if I wanted to. But you said you wanted me to stay, and now it’s like you’re dreaming of the day I’m gone so you can go back to being straight or whatever you are. I felt like a freak, too, but I got over it because I love you. And I grew up in the same town, with the same people and going to the same church. You don’t have an excuse. Next time you’re not sure about being ready for something, just fucking say ‘no.’ Maybe you like losing time, but I don’t have time to lose.”

Putting his fingers against his lips, Eddie loudly whistles to call a cab, which is parking next to the sidewalk within a matter of seconds. He’s about to open the backseat door, when Richie yells.

“And I can’t lose you again!”

Eddie lets go of the handle and looks at him.

“Really, man, what the fuck have you done to me?” Richie continues, “I keep thinking I’m on a nightmare or a bad acid trip, ’cause I can’t believe this shit. I’m… I’m going crazy. This can’t be happening, you can’t be back from death, I can’t… I… I’m not gay!”

Eddie takes a few steps closer, gaze still reluctant. The fact that Richie doesn’t go back isn’t surprising enough to distract him of the topic. When he talks again, his voice is soft, comforting, as he stares into Richie’s eyes.

“No, you’re not gay.”

“I’m not…” Richie mutters, lips trembling.

“You aren’t.”

“I’m not,” he repeats, with more confidence, “I’m not gay. I… I’m… I like… both. I like both, Eds.”

“You like both,” Eddie nods, a smile blossoming on his face as he cries at the same time.

Richie can’t help but laugh out loud. Normally, Richie’s exaggerated reactions would piss Eddie off, but, with this one, he feels like it’s justified. When he figured out his own sexuality, he couldn’t even finish a sentence, when all he wanted to do was shout it at the top of his lungs. He’s just glad Richie has the opportunity to celebrate it as noisily as he wishes.

“Shit, I’ve been such an idiot with you, I’m sorry,” Richie laments, “But this time for real.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie assures him, “You were very confused, I should have been more understanding.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you waited your whole life to get some, it’s fair that you wanted it as soon as possible.”

“Beep-beep, Richie.”

“So, let’s get this one thing straight—”

“We’re not,” he jokes, rolling his eyes.

Richie looks shocked.

“Wow, Eddie Spaghetti gets off a good one!” He exclaims, taking Eddie’s dead hand and giving it a hi-five, “But, seriously, I wanna make sure I got it right… You… like me… in a gay way.”

“True…”

“And I…” He points at himself, “Like you… in a bisexual way!”

“You’ve got it,” Eddie smirks.

“And that means we… you and I… are on a 75% gay relationship.”

“Last time I checked we were just having our first date.”

“Oh, yeah, almost forgot,” Richie coincides, scratching the back of his neck, “I guess I kinda ruined that, didn’t I?”

“Well, not yet… our table is still there. Maybe we could… still have lunch together?”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Sure… Are you okay with that, too? It’s not just about what I want and you’ve been through a lot, so...”

“It’s alright for me.”

“Then let’s go.”

They laugh again and walk inside, playfully bumping into the other’s side, chuckling all the way back to their table.

“I know this is fucked up,” Eddie says, taking his sandwich, “I mean, me coming back, Bill and I in the same body. I guess I focused so much on my own feelings I didn’t think about yours. So, if you have any questions about this—”

“I’ve got a few, yeah.”

“Just ask me. I promise I’ll tell you everything I can.”

Richie takes a sip of his glass of Coke and nods thoughtfully. He puts it back on the table and starts rubbing his own chin.

“I have one…”

“Anything you need to know.”

“If one of you gets a boner—”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he interrupts, “Do you have any non-sexual questions? Something that doesn’t have anything to do with body reactions at all?”

Richie thinks it over.

“Actually… No, not that many.”

“Well, that saves some time.”

They both giggle.

“Hey,” Richie mumbles, “thank you for dealing with me. I know it’s hard.”

“Deal with an arm getting bitten off your shoulder and then talk about hard stuff,” Eddie grins, “But really, don’t thank me. You don’t need to. I’m glad things went this way.”

“You know, I… I think I changed my mind. I do have a question.”

“Tell me.”

“If you survived… if you finished that confession and miraculously didn’t die… what do you think would have happened?”

Eddie gives it a thought.

“I’m not sure. What do you think?”

“Oh, fuck, I think that probably… I would have gotten scared and told you I didn’t feel the same. And we’d have gone back to our everyday lives and forget about each other.”

Eddie nods, contemplatively.

“Well, I don’t think that. I mean, I guess you could have gotten scared or too confused. Maybe you would have rejected me. But I don’t think I could go back to Myra… I wasn’t happy with her and I knew I’d never be. I found out what I wanted when we met again, but I always knew what I didn’t want.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But what if… I don’t know, if actually looking at your face and hearing your voice made it easier to process? What if I said it back and I brought you to California with me and… we got married? Like, big Hollywood wedding? Happy ever after and all that jazz?”

“Maybe,” Eddie chuckles, “But we’ll never know that.”

“No, we’ll never know…”

It’s Richie’s time to take Eddie’s hand. When he feels the pressure of his fingers over his, Eddie freezes.

“I’m glad things went this way, too, Eds.”

Dating is not that bad at all.

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What A Wonderful World

author’s note: okay so i wrote this fic a while ago and i never got around to putting it on tumblr?? for some reason?? i dunno why but i didn’t. but i am now!! so!! enjoy.

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, richie dyin lmao

ships: mentions of stozier, bichie, reddie

read on ao3 here

Everything that could have gone wrong, has gone wrong. It, that vile creature, had its long arms clutching onto Bill whilst the other losers stood a few feet away, watching the situation playing out before them. "Leave.." Bill managed to wheeze out, his voice laced with regret and hopelessness, knowing that if the other Losers wouldn't leave, It would just take them too. But there was one person that Bill couldn't tear his hazel eyes away from: Richie. One of the closest friends he'd ever made. If anyone had a reason to leave Bill behind, it was Richie. And the glasses-clad boy made sure to list out all the reasons he could think of.

"I told you, Bill... I fucking told you. I don't wanna die!" Richie shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "It's your fault. You punched me in the face... Made me walk through shitty water... Brought me to a fucking crackhead house!" Bill could feel It shift around, obviously a little angered by the comment. If the situation wasn't life-or-death, Bill would have laughed. "And now.." Right when Bill thought Richie was going to leave him behind, bring everyone else with him, he saw his pale arm extended and grab onto a baseball bat. Hope, just some hope, returned to Bill.

"I'm going to have to kill this fucking clown."

If you were to ask Bill who the first friend he made was, it was Eddie. A small ball of anger ready to fight at every given moment, as long as his asthma didn't act out against him. Which, it often did. But then, if you were to ask who the second friend he made was, it would be Richie.

Second grade, one of the best grades of his life. It teetered on the border between just another grade to play in and actually doing work. It was a perfect balance, and Bill's 7-year-old mind wished it could be this way forever. There was one problem though: he got Mrs. Jalinski for a teacher, and Eddie got Mr. Linden. Great. They were separated, and Bill could either choose to go about his school year without making any friends in his class, or he could just man up and be friendly. While he was more inclined to take the first offer - stuttering over your words was more likely to get you laughed at than make friends - a little boy in the corner caught his eyes.

He seemed to be just as lonely as Bill did on this first day of school. Bill had seen him hop around excitedly for the first hour or so of school, trying to make friends, but ultimately failing altogether. Not many people could properly handle his obnoxiousness, even if they were all around the same age. Bill felt a pang of hurt in his chest as he watched this boy, with curly dark hair and glasses too big for his face, coloring alone in the corner. So, he made a decision and began to make his way over to the boy.

At first, the boy didn't even seem to notice him. He continued coloring, his scribbles making out to either be nonsense, a dragon, or a squid, with determination to finish. Bill watched him for a minute, before taking a deep breath and speaking. "Hey, y-yuh-you seem lonely ov-ve-er here. Why are you a-al-alone?" Curse him and his stutters!

The boy flinched a little bit, his big wide eyes magnified behind his thick lenses, but a smile split over his cheeks nearly immediately. "You talk funny."

Bill flushed in embarrassment. "And you di-did-didn't answer my que-qu-" He sucked in an annoyed breath, "question."

The boy just simply smiled wider. "My bestest best friend didn't stop going to first grade yet. He got sick a lot. His name is Stanley and he's a Jew." He said it like it was the most casual thing in the world. Bill didn't know the meaning of 'Jew', and frankly, he believed Richie didn't either. But if he took it so casually, why shouldn't Bill? "What about you?"

"M-Muh-My friend is in a different class than I am." Bill replied with a shrug, before asking, "What's your na-a-ame?"

"Oh! Almost forgot the pleasanties." The boy said, trying to sound smart. Bill had no idea what 'pleasanties' meant. "I'm Richard Mason Tozier! But Stanley calls me Richie for short. So you can do that too."

"Richie..." Bill repeated to himself, a happy smile of his own appearing on his lips. He liked the sound of it. "My name his B-Buh-Bill Denbrough. But E-heh-heddie calls me Bill."

"Well, B-Buh-Bill, it's nice to meet you!" Richie grinned and thrust a handful of crayons Bill's way. "Here, come color with me."

And he did.

Stan could barely believe the sight he saw before his eyes. The pain on his face was immeasurable, but the only thing that could surpass that pain was the guilt in his heart as he watched Richie pace around, listing the things Bill had done. He knew that if he were in Richie's place, he would have "got the fuck out of dodge", in Richie's words, and left Bill behind. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do and he knew that, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to die here, not now.

But of course, Richie being Richie, he stood up for Bill. Stanley had always admired Richie for his courage, his courage to walk into Neibolt twice, to walk into the Barrens with Bill with no second thoughts, to stand up to Bowers when it counted. Stanley admired Richie, a lot of things about him. And he, undoubtedly, loved him more than anyone in his life.

To watch Richie slam a metal bat into the face of a clown was surely a sight to see, and pride filled Stan's chest. If Richie could do this, Stanley surely could, facial wounds be damned. With his own bravery coursing through his veins, he charged forward with the rest of his friends to attack.

He didn't know when it happened, the need to kill the god damn clown blinding his vision, but Richie managed to fall to the floor and not get back up. Nobody seemed to notice, but he continued to shout profanities and encouragements, which got weaker with every passing second. But of course, the losers failed to notice his voice died out, and his dirtied self not standing next to the rest of them while It dangled from the top of a large pit. Only when Pennywise finally fell to Its demise did Stanley look back, and horror and tears pooled in his eyes all at once as he shrieked, alerting the rest of the losers.

Richie was lying on the ground, blood seeping from large scratch marks dragged up his abdomen.

If you asked Stanley when he fell in love, he'd respond with, "I've always loved him." If you asked when he could pinpoint it, he'd respond with a simple, "The exact moment Bill and Eddie fell in love with him."

Because, honestly, it was true.

The exact date was July 7th, 1987. Richie and Bill were 11, Stanley and Eddie were 10.

The four boys had planned to meet each other at the Quarry, one of their favorite places to spend time. Stan and Eddie had met up at the Kaspbrak household, met Bill up at his house after he said goodbye to sweet little Georgie, and then went to the Tozier household. After being told that Richie had already left by Maggie, Richie's mother, the three decided to just meet Richie up there. They thought he just went to the corner store to grab some gum. So down the three boys biked, chatting aimlessly and enjoying the peace of not having to deal with stupid jokes from their Trashmouthed friend.

Bill and Eddie haphazardly dumped their bikes in their specific bike-dumping spot, surprised to see Richie's rusty old bike laying there already. Stan, being the sensible one, kicked down the kickstand. When the bikes, their metal creating commotion, stopped moving, Stanley caught the sound of soft singing. Eddie, opening his mouth to ask what the hell that was, was quickly shut up by Stan slapping a hand over his lips. He'd never heard it before, and honestly, it was beautiful. Bill and Eddie must have agreed because they walked towards it like a siren was calling for them. Stanley did the only sensible thing and followed after them.

"I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself, 'What a wonderful world...'" Richie, that bastard, sang so softly, yet so passionately, that the three boys thought they had their friend mixed up with someone else. But no, it was Richie, with a bruise on his face given to him by Bowers earlier in the day. He had headphones on his head as he listened to music, Louis Armstrong's voice flowing into his ears and giving him the confidence he needed to sing, albeit he thought he was alone.

As Richie continued to croon, Stanley stole a glance at Bill and Eddie. Eddie was, for once, quiet, with no remark on how stupid this all was. He glanced over at Bill, who looked back at both Stanley and Eddie. Stanley could feel his heart pound in his ears as he stared back at Richie, barely processing Bill tugging him and Eddie backwards so they can act like they never saw Richie singing in his safe space.

Stanley Uris was in love with a boy who liked Louis Armstrong. He didn't quite know how he felt about that.

If you asked Eddie what the saddest moment of his life was, he'd tell you it was right now.

After hearing the ear-splitting shriek from Stan, everyone whipped their heads back to see what he was staring at. Eddie couldn't quite describe what he was feeling. Looking back on it, he knew he should have felt sad, or angry, or upset. No, he was just numb at the first glance at Richie, refusing to believe what he saw was real. Beverly, with her long, strong legs, got to Richie's body before anyone else did. "Richie? Trashmouth, come on, answer!"

A harsh cough ripped itself from Richie's throat, blood coming up with it and splattering onto the ground. "Woah, chill, not so loud..." He laughed weakly, the simple action he did every day causing him immense pain. Stanley, Bill, and Eddie stood in shock for a moment, while Ben and Mike made their way over to him. With Beverly barking quick orders at the both of them, Mike was instructed to grab any piece of cloth he could find from the large pile of toys in the center of the room while Ben was instructed to press said clothe against the bleeding wounds, applying as much pressure as he could without making Richie kick the bucket.

Watching them move made Eddie kick into action, his little legs carrying him swiftly to the scene with Stan and Bill quickly trailing behind. His size was deceitful, as he shoved Ben aside with ease. "No, no, you're doing it wrong, this is wrong, he'll die and we'll have done nothing about it!" Eddie rambled on, regretting throwing his fanny pack away in the front yard of the Neibolt Street house. If he wasn't so stupid, he could be saving Richie, Richie wouldn't be dying-!

A soft hand grasped his own, and Eddie looked into Richie's eyes. And his heart shattered. Richie had a look of knowing in his eyes, knowing that he wouldn't be able to make it out of the sewers alive. Stan seemed to notice it, too, as he let out a small sob while Mike held him, who was also fighting back tears.

Bill was the first to talk. "R-Ruh-Richie, wh-a-aht are w-we-we goi-go-going to d-do with-th-out y-yo-you..?" He muttered through the tears, grasping Richie's limp hand. The other boy just laughed softly, shaking his head.

"For starters, you'll have to break it to Eddie's mom that our sessions have been cut short.." Nobody laughed. "Come on, not even one laugh? You're the toughest crowd I've ever faced.."

"Richie, you fucking moron!" Eddie sobbed, standing up with clenched fists. "This isn't some fucking joke! You're fucking dying in front of us and we can't do anything about it! Richie, you've been so important to us, and now you're fucking leaving us?! For good?! This is bullshit! And to top it all off, you make some joke about my mother!" Eddie's knees wobbled as he struggled to stand, Beverly's tear-stained hand grabbing his own. She must have been trying to get the tears to stop the whole time.

Richie, with a hand utterly soaked in blood, fixed his glasses and smeared the red onto the lenses. Stanley wanted to fix them, call Richie an idiot for getting them dirty, but he couldn't find it in him. He couldn't find anything in him anymore, the Richie's ripped skin visible through his blood-soaked stupid Hawaiian shirt. Richie let the hand fall back to his side. "Come on, Eddie Spaghetti, don't be like that.."

"Don't... Don't call me that.." Eddie whimpered, sniffling and not bothering to shout anymore. "You know how I.." He couldn't finish. There was no point. The last little bit of life Richie had clung onto was gone, Richie was gone, gone gone gone.

Someone, or maybe all of them, let out loud shrieking sobs.

"Richie!"

As life always does, life moved on without Richie in it. Bill had flat-out refused to leave Richie's corpse in the sewers ("He w-wuh-wouldn't like it and you fucking kn-o-ow that."), Mike offering to carry him out. Having to explain to the Tozier family that their only child was dead without revealing the existence of Pennywise was proven both difficult and painful to do. The group's dynamic was broken, their happy-go-lucky comic relief having left them for good. They split up only a month later, Beverly moving to Portland with her aunt, Bill leaving Derry for a vacation and never returning, and the others leaving Derry at their own pace. With the exception of Mike, who stayed back as everyone swore to come back and avenge Richard Tozier (and Georgie Denbrough and the other missing kids, of course) had Pennywise ever returned.

And avenge them they did. The cost was high, but they did it. Eddie and Stan didn't make it to see the end of Its terrifying reign, while Mike ended up in the hospital. Beverly and Ben left Derry soon after It's death to start a family of their own, leaving Bill to try and get Audra to come back from her comatose state. There was one thing that William Denbrough never forgot to do.

Leave flowers on a grave deep within Derry's Cemetery.

Richard Tozier (1976 - 1989)

The Boy Of A Thousand Voices

Making people smile every day, even after death.

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«Brave» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He was trembling. Despite the darkness surrounding them, and the shitty dim light of the flashlight he was holding, Richie could tell that Eddie was trembling with fear. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, touch him, hold him. He wanted to tell Eddie that everything would be alright, that they would get through this.”『809 | T』

«Burn, Crash, Romance (I'll Take What I Can Get From You)» *WIP* AO3: ❀ “Richie didn’t know Eddie very well, not that he would want to, and even just looking at him now, he knew that Eddie Kaspbrak was exactly all the things that Richie had tried to tell Stanley that frat boys were. His brown hair flopped into his brown eyes, pressed down by some red snapback worn backwards and beige khaki jeans that looked glued to his legs. He was hot and the smirk on his face showed that he knew it.” 『2919 | E | collab with @pattysblum』

«Coffee Shop Angel» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Wow, I’ve never been called a literal angel before.” He’s no longer laughing, but his smile is wide and his eyes were still bright. “Baby, that should be considered a damn crime,” he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You deserve to be worshipped.”『2218 | T』

«Cold November Rain» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He was an idiot. A stupid, cowardly jerk. Why had he run away? That kiss had been everything he could have ever wanted. It was soft, tender and loving. Richie had put so much emotion behind that kiss. So much, that it had scared Eddie. Scared him so much that he made himself believe it was all some kind of joke."『1512 | T』

«Don’t Monkey Around With My Heart» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He rubbed at his eyes, seconds away from falling apart at the realization that this was all just a joke to Richie. He didn’t mean any of the words he’d said to Eddie and he never would."『1228 | T』

«Forget the Past, I Want You In My Future» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He quickly pulled on his coat, making his way through the radio station with a smile as he waved to everyone who greeted him. ‘Keep smiling. You’re almost out of here. Just a couple more steps.’ Richie thought to himself as he pushed open the front doors and stepped outside, cold air hitting him and a chill running down his spine. He hugged himself, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, trying to warm himself up. He made his way down the stone steps of the station entrance, fishing through his jacket pocket for his car keys. The last thing he thought, as his fingers made contact with the cold metal of his keys and his foot slipped on a slippery patch of ice, was how much he really fucking hated Christmas. [or: radio DJ Richie Tozier slips on ice and has to spend Christmas in hospital, with trainee Doctor Kaspbrak looking after him.]"『3477 | T』

«Habeas Your Corpus» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “A beautiful blond between his legs was not the direction he thought his Monday would be going, but he wasn’t going to question it. Even if a part of him knew that doing this in a courtroom, where anyone could walk in on them at any moment, was a horrible idea. Then again, Richie wasn’t known for his good ideas, much less for his common sense, and so he shrugged away any lingering doubt as he surrendered to the feeling of Eddie’s hands.”『6654|E』

«How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead» *WIP* AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He finds it in the library. The book is tucked between a couple of self-help books that Mike told him he should look into reading. It’s out of place—doesn’t belong there—but the title peaks his curiosity. How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead. He grabs the spine of the book and gently holds it in his hand, inspecting it. There’s no author, no other information, just a title and a short dedication of sorts on the first page. “For those that have hope still lingering in their hearts…” He looks around, making sure no one is watching him before he swiftly hides the small book in the pocket of his jacket.”『1306 | T』

«How to Know If You’re On a Date With Your Best Friend» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He could see the way Richie looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, eyes slowly widening as he realized Eddie was coming over to sit next to him. Plopping down on the seat, he pushed Richie further into the booth, making himself comfortable. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his straw in Richie’s milkshake glass and asked, “Are we on a date right now?””『2213 | T』

«Kiss Me By The Firelight» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ ““Alright trashmouth, truth or dare?” He looked over at Beverly, who had plopped down next to him, with a weary expression on his face. He studied her, the mischievous grin on her face not going unnoticed by an already alert Richie. “Dare, obviously. Only pussies choose truth.””『1247 | T』

«Kissed the Mark» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ ““Sorry, but you’re gonna have to tell me more than just your name before I let you put your hands on me.” Eddie jokes as he nods his head at Bev in thanks for their drinks. “I’m not that easy.” “Oh ok, hmm let me think…” Richie says as he pretends to think about what he’s going to say “I like long walks on the beach and being the little spoon, plus I’m a total bottom.” Eddie flushes at this, turning his head to avoid eye contact with Richie, and takes a sip of his beer. Richie continues to look at him, enjoying the way he continuously makes the other man blush. “What about you?””『3975 | E』

«Love Me (If That's What You Wanna Do)» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “It was hard to say who exactly started it. After all, both of them were slightly tipsy the night The Kiss happened. All Richie could say—as his hand slowly slid down Eddie’s back, causing him to let out a faint whimper—was that he was very happy with the outcome of it all.”『1286 | M』

«Make It Up To You» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now.”『4612 | E』

«Snowed Inn» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Richie and Eddie are carpooling home from college for the holidays but a snowstorm hits on their way there and they have to stay the night at a b&b”『4612 | E』

«The Future Freaks Me Out» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “I’ll tell you one thing and one thing only spaghetti. I don’t want to think about a future where you’re not in it. I don’t want to think about you being on the opposite side of this country from me. I don’t want to think about any of that because I love you and it hurts. So please, shut the fuck up about college applications already!”『932 | T』

«Until I Hear It From You» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “M-my parents sucked.” Bill said as he choked back a sob. “I mean... my own father hit me with his fucking car and then barely batted an eye. I’m terrified that I’ll fuck this up, Eddie. I don’t want to be a bad father, I want Ellie to have all the love and attention that Georgie and I never got growing up. You and Rich have two adorable daughters that have everything they could ever want...That’s what I want for Ellie. Please, Eddie, tell me how to be a good father.”『1599 | T』

❀College AU Prompts❀

«Richiepat» ❀ "you asked me out and I didn’t have time for dating between a full-time course load and my job(s), so I know it’s two semesters later but I’d really like to take you up on that date" + "we always end up eating alone in the school cafeteria at the same time, so when you ask me if you can join me, I’m surprised" «Steddie» ❀ "I catch you yelling at the printer in the library for not working and I don’t mean to alarm you since you’re clearly stressed, but I think you accidentally unplugged it" «Stozier» ❀ "some idiots decided it would be funny to mess with peoples’ laundry so now we’re sorting through our dryers and you’re holding up my pink underwear"

❀Drunk Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” + 2. Road Trip AU ❀ “H-How long have you been standing there?” ❀ “You’re sick, let me take care of you.” ❀ “You make me want things I can’t have!” ❀ the gang is playing a drinking game and Eddie wins, and he wants a lapdance from Richie ❀ “Please don’t be mad at me.” ❀ “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?” ❀ “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” ❀ “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!” + “… Is that my underwear?” + “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” «Stozier» ❀ “I know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” ❀ “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

❀Emoji Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ 🎉👄🤒 ❀ 🐿🍌👙

❀Five Sentence Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “they said that broken mirror equals in 7 years of bad luck”? ❀ “It’s three in the morning!” ❀ “It’s three in the morning!” ❀ “just because i love eds it doesn’t mean i want to be with him,” eddie heard richie say. «2» ❀ “you know I love you, right?” «2» ❀ “Do you want me to?” «2» ❀ “And what exactly do you think you’re doing, my love?” «Hanslon» ❀ "I finally found you"

❀Halloween Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ You've literally dressed as ____ for _____ years, shouldn't you change it up? ❀ You drank the punch at the halloween party and made yourself sick so I’m taking care of you AU ❀ excuse you, i will never be too old to go trick-or-treating and i hear the house down the street gives out full sized candy bars «Streddie» ❀ A cat followed me home and won’t leave me alone even when I put a little hat on it so I guess I have a cat now AU

❀Kiss Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ In the bedroom + Confessing feelings ❀ in the snow + relief

❀Misc. Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ claws - as an apology here’s something I wrote for you ❀ okay dee,,, write that fuckin reddie kiss i NEED it for my soul, ok??? ❀ Okay but like Richie finally comes out by writing his first comedy special on his own as like therapy to work through what happened and the whole thing is about the dumb annoying hypochondriac that he was in love with as a kid. “He put his feet in my face and kicked of my glasses and I said to myself he’s the fucking one.” ❀ ficlet for my moodboard based on “he knew well enough” ❀ “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” «Stanpat» ❀ you’re obsessed with my homemade soup that I serve at my cafe and I’m too embarrassed to tell you that I’ve only been trying out new recipes to see you get excited for the soup of the day. «Stozier» ❀ can we talk about how "it takes hours to look this good richie" is followed by richie winking at stan

❀NSFW Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “One baby won’t hurt.”

❀Headcanons❀

❀ Reddie // Sunflowers ❀ Ben // The Sims ❀ Stozier and Reddie // Stanley and Richie dated at one point ❀ Reddie // Chapter 1 End Scene ❀ Richiepat // Chaotic Best Friends