#richie being a big clingy sappy drunk once he and eddie get together is canon. to me

[t4tozier]

thinking about after derry, eddie’s living with richie but maybe the divorce isn’t completely finalized and maybe eddie’s not ready to be in the public eye just yet so richie’s still flying solo to the few events he’s invited to after ditching his tour halfway through a set.

but eddie still waits up for him every time because he doesn’t like going asleep alone and he likes knowing that richie made it home safe, and one night he’s watching house hunters when he hears the keys fiddling in the lock and then a metallic kind of clunk and a low swear, and eddie snickers as he goes to open the door for richie.

and his boyfriend has the biggest grin on his face when he sees who’s answering the door, and he forgets about his keys because he’s too busy tugging eddie into the biggest bear hug. he coos, “eddie spaghetti, spaghetti man, my—hi, eds, baby, i missed ya,” and oh, richie’s drunk, and all eddie can do is laugh as he pulls him inside, grabbing the keys as he goes.

“have a good time, rich?” he teases, letting richie hang onto him like a koala bear as he makes his way into the kitchen and starts pouring a glass of water. richie nods and begins telling him all about the night, stumbling through it and interrupting himself every minute or so to insist that “it would’ve been so much better with you there, baby, missed you all night, the whole time.”

and eddie eventually wrangles him into bed and gives him another glass of water and right before richie falls asleep, face mushed into eddie’s stomach, he mumbles, “‘m gonna marry ya, eds, i swear it.”

and eddie can’t help but smile, swiping richie’s hair away from his forehead as he presses a kiss to it and whispers back, “tell me that in the morning,” but it doesn’t actually matter if richie hears him, because now eddie knows that the little velvet box secreted away in his sock drawer is going to go over even better than he’d hoped.