Iām Just Going to Sit Right Down (and Cry Over You)
Okay so this is my first multi chapter fic ever and Iām super nervous, itās a mutant!Eddie headcannon so let me know if you want to be tagged! Also the title of this story and all the chapters will be Beatles songs, the title was a cover by the Beatles tho, not an original song. Hope you enjoy!!
Pairing: richie tozier x eddie Kaspbrak
Summary: Eddie is hiding something from his friends, and itās something they can never figure out.
Warnings: slight language, very slight mention of violence, mention of panic attack
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Chapter one- Drive my car
Eddie Kaspbrak had lived a relatively normal childhood, well, as normal as it could be for someone like him. The 18 year old had been on the run with his mother, Sonia, for the first 5 years of his life before finally settling down in Derry, Maine. The quiet town served as a perfect recluse for the gifted teenager and he had never been happier. Although Eddie couldnāt remember anything before Derry, he couldnāt complain, it was home to him. He had absolutely wonderful friends who he loved more than anything, semi good grades, and a average mother who was ridiculously overprotective, but for a good reason.
Around the age of 6, his mother had told him. According to Sonia, Eddie was born with abilities that he inherited from his father, Frank Kaspbrak. Apparently he had died protecting them from ābad peopleā that wanted to take Eddie away for his powers. After that they had been constantly running for 5 years until those people had finally lost track of Eddie. At the time, Eddie couldnāt fully comprehend the severity of the situation at hand, he still didnt. He simply thought he was a superhero and that his father was his gardian, kind of like Spiderman. For about two years Eddie had no idea what type of powers he had, so he kind of just let the idea die, thinking the whole idea was just a figment of his overly active imagination. That is until he turned 8.
Eddie was minding his own buisness playing in the living room while his mother watched TV on her favorite chair. Eddie however became increasingly bored with his toys and begged his mother profusely to watch his show.
āEddie bear I told you, for the last time, Iām in the middle of my show, you will have to wait your turn.ā Sonia whispered, hushing him quickly and turning her attention to the brain rotting contraption once more.
This however has set eddie off. He started to throw and absolute fit, he began screaming and crying to watch his show. The screaming continued, growing in volume and intensity until suddenly his show was on and a vase had crashed into the opposite wall. Eddie jumped back so quickly he nearly toppled over the back of the couch. His mother stared at him wide eyed before she began to cry, Eddie was confused at her negative reaction when he himself was absolutely estatic. He was telekinetic for fucks sake.
After that he went ballistic, and tried to use his abilities for everything, chores, homework, cooking. After all, what was the point of touching anything when his mind could do the work? Sonia on the other hand had different ideas, quickly reprimanding him about how dangerous it was to go using his powers for everything and told him he was never to tell anyone or ever use them unless completely necessary. Eddie obeyed, scared by the intensity of her words and vowed to keep it to himself at all costs.
Here he was, 10 years later and he still hadnāt uttered a word. Even he and his mother rarely brought it up. So in his mind, he had a relatively normal childhood, but his mind was also the problem.
āEarth to Eddie, the bell just rang dipshit, stop daydreaming.ā Stan, one of Eddieās best friends had teased, snapping his fingers incessantly in front of his face.
āAw, stop it Staniel, you know hes having a good dream about me by the way hes drooling right now, arntcha Eds?ā Richie crooned, ignoring Stanās griping, and putting his arm around Eddieās shoulders.
āQuit it Rich, and dont call me Eds.ā He snapped, a little more irritable than usual due to all of these memories piling at the surface. It seemed harder and harder by the day to keep lying to his friends.
āSomeones grumpy! Good thing too, I like em feisty!ā The curly haired, bug eyed, fool pinched his cheek before walking away in the direction of his class. Eddie just stood in the hallway blushing ever so slightly before Stan interrupted his thoughts.
āEddie stop staring, its rude, and get to class.ā He smiled knowingly before heading after Richie.
Unfortunately, for about 3 years now, Eddie knew he was in deep for Richie. As soon as the losers hit high school, The goofy boy had rocketed to a good 6'3, his cheekbones defining his beautiful face, his freckles looking like constellations even in the sunlight, and his smile brighter then ever. Today he looked especially pretty, in a black turtleneck and ripped jeans, his earrings and black nail polish making him even more irresistible. In other words, he was perfect. Although an annoying trashmouth, Eddie never wanted him to stop talking.
āFuck,ā he grumbled, hearing the bell ring. Recently he had been late for class almost everyday, his mind causing him to stop and think about Richie about every three seconds. Eddie, unlike Richie, was a phony asthmatic, a good 5'6, had a crooked smile, and mop of curly hair that was a sad imitation of Richieās. He was nothing compared to the object of his affections, and everyone knew it too.
Instead of dealing with walking into class late, Eddie just decided to skip, something extremely unusual for someone like him. He blamed it on the stress of junior year and made his way to Richieās truck to hang out for the last period of the day. Rich drove him home everyday anyway, so it was convenient and practical, it was definitely not because Richie has a blanket in the back that smells just like him.
Eddie spent the hour in the bed of his truck pretty much having a mild panic attack, puffing on his inhaler way more than needed. Now not only Richie was occupying his mind constantly, but the shit about his powers too. He just needed to forget. For almost a whole 10 years eddie had kept his powers in the back of his mind so why were they bubbling so close the surface now? Eddie sat in unmoving state of worry, so zoned out he didnt even hear the dismissal bell ring, a familiar string of curses startling him out of his train of thought.
āJesus fuck Eds, what the hell !ā Richie cursed loudly once catching sight of the boy puffing his inhaler in the back of his truck. āYou scared the shit out of me!ā
Beverly laughed walking up to the duo, āShouldve seen your face Rich!ā The redhead was smoking on a cigarette while giggling at Richieās flushed face.
Ignoring Beverly, Richie continued, āas much as I like finding cute boys in my car, what the fuck are you doing?ā His questioning glance trained on Eddie.
Eddie brushed off the question easily, āI skipped and just came here, no big deal.ā Hands shaking slightly after coming down from his panic, he rounded to the passenger door, ignoring their shocked expressions.
āYou what?!ā Bev screeched before running to Eddie and putting her hand to his forehead, āare you feeling okay hun?ā She cooed.
āFuck off Bev, Iām 18 not 5, I just felt like skipping, stop looking at me like that!ā He swatted her freckled hand away while snapping for the second time that day. Beverly and Richie looked hardly convinced but dropped the subject anway due to his clearly irritable state. As cute as Eddie was- according to Richie, he was quiet fiery when pissed off.
āOkay well, see you guys later, movie night at Billās tomorrow.ā She reminded flippantly before jogging over to Mikeās car, where he and the others were waiting for him to take them home.
Richie waved in the direction of the other Losers before joining the boy in the truck and looking over at Eddie, concerned, so he made it a point not to look back at him. Eddie tried to conceal his shaking hands in his jacket but of course Richie, only observant when he didnt want him to be, noticed anyway. The silence was broken all too quickly.
āEds, what going on? You know you can talk to me right?ā Richie whispered into the too quiet truck.
And Eddie was mad, mad because he couldnāt tell Richie this time, and he told him everything. Richie was his sole confidant, although he was a walking trashcan, Eddie knew he cared and would listen to anything he had to say. Not this, he reminded himself. Eddie gripped his jacket sleeve until his knuckles turned white and Instead just opted to ignore the question until he arrived home and hopped out of the car before Richie could say anything else. The other boy gave Eddie a quick look of longing and almost reluctantly, the car pulled away and sped down the street as Eddie let out a breathe he didnt know he was holding.
He was fucking pissed. Why did this have to happen now? Why were his powers fucking with him now, why were these memories returning now when he had suppressed them for so long, so effortlessly? Everything just feltā¦ off. Eddie glanced in his front window noticing his motherās looming figure wasnt in her chair, where it was everytime he came home from school. Eddie shivered, it was probably nothing. As he opened the front door he saw his mother in the kitchen, placing back and forth, basically sobbing, Eddie felt his entire stomach drop.
Sonia next panicked words left Eddieās heart plummeting into nothing. āEddie- they know where you are. You have to leave, now.ā
