Peniswise

Why do children who ride bikes and kill monsters own my life

[toziertrashmouth]

Picture it: Richie and Bill in the Tozier basement, still slightly high from smoking the bong that’s now in the corner of the room, popcorn and sodas scattered across the floor, the two of them making out on the ratty old couch with ‘If You Wanna’ by The Vaccines playing in the background and knowing they have all the time in the world because Wentworth and Maggie won’t be back for another few hours

[reddie-to-go]

I have a request! Eddie and Richie are roommates in college and Eddie walks in in Richie jerking off and decides to help him out. Or something similar to this. Thanks 🙏🏻

So I kinda took this idea and ran with it, so I hope you still like it Anon. Also I switched who walks in on who Thanks to @richietoaster for letting me bounce ideas off of her. And as always the characters are aged up! And this one gets pretty dirty so just a heads up. Enjoy! 

Richie hated how nice Bill was sometimes. Like tonight when they were supposed to be working on a lab report but someone from Bills work called him to ask if he could take the night shift and Bill, being the nice guy he was, couldn’t say no.

So here Richie was, at 11PM walking across campus alone. He had tried to call Eddie to ask for a ride but he hadn’t picked up.

Richie pulled his bag higher up on his shoulder. He was planning on working late on the report and sleeping over at Bills but that obviously wasn’t happening now. He was pretty sure Eddie had said he was going to be home. He must have been in the shower or knowing him, turned his phone off for an intense study session alone.

Richie walked up to the student housing and unlocked the front door. he jumped into the elevator and rode it up to the 4th floor where his and Eddie’s dorm room was. Richie held his keys in his hand and pushed it into the lock.

“Ed’s, you here…” Richie called stepping into the room. Eddie made a surprised sound from somewhere in the room.

“R-Richie?”

The lights were turned off. It took Richie’s eyes a second to adjust to the change. When they did he saw Eddie sitting in his bed. Their eyes meet and Eddie’s widened. Richie’s eyes dropped from Eddie’s, down his face to his lap. 

Richie finally took in the whole scene.

Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed. His laptop placed beside him, and one headphone in his ear. His pajama shorts were pushed low on his hips, one of Eddie’s hands was thrown over his lap, hiding himself from Richie and the other was trying to push the laptop shut.

“DON’T LOOK!” Eddie yelled. Richie’s eye’s snapped back up to his face and saw how red it was.

“Sorry, sorry,” Richie replied, spinning around to face the door. his face mirroring Eddie’s.

Richie heard the laptop clicking shut and Eddie shuffling on the bed.

“I thought you were staying at Bill’s tonight.” Eddie coughed out. Richie looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with Eddie from the bed. He had pulled his shorts up but still awkwardly held his hand in his lap. His head was hanging low and he was looking up at Richie through his lashes.

“Sorry…I didn’t think that you’d be…” Richie said in a soft voice. Slowly turning to face away from the wall. It was quiet for a second before Richie took a step into the room.

“what were you watching…” Richie asked eventually. Eddie’s mouth dropped open.

“Richie, I don’t think that a good…” Eddie started but trailed off as Richie sat down beside him on the bed. Richie lifted the screen of the laptop and gaped down at the screen.

The movie was still playing. On the screen was two male actors. One was sitting on a chair, running his hand through the other’s hair while the other was kneeling in front of him. He was getting fucked in the mouth. Richie blushed as he watched the video play out.

Eddie stared, open-mouthed at Richie. There was no way this was a good idea.

The cameraman moved to a close up of the guy on the ground.

“Whoa.” Richie saw the guy’s face. He had long black hair and look almost identical to himself. Richie leaned in closer to the screen and watched as his look-alike moaned around the other actor’s dick.

Richie was completely captivated. He hardly ever watched gay porn. Especially not ones staring basically himself.

Eddie, on the other hand, was mortified. He had been so excited for tonight when Richie had told him he would be staying at Bill’s, not that he didn’t love Richie. That was actually a whole other problem on it own. It’s just that Richie didn’t really do much outside of school that Eddie wasn’t also apart of, which made it hard for Eddie to get any alone time in their room.

So as soon as Richie said he had the room for the night he knew exactly what he was going to do. He waited a courtesy 20 minutes after Richie left in case he had forgotten something, and then pulled out his laptop and searched up his favorite porn star.

If he happened to look just like Richie it was a complete coincidence.

It was great. He could take his time and really get into it, imagining it wasn’t the guy from the video but another dark-haired someone he knew was all too easy. It was what he’d done ever since he had found this particular actor about a year ago.

Did he feel guilty about it after?

Hell yeah he did. But that didn’t stop him from typing in the name again the next time he was alone.

He usually felt pretty guilty about using imaginary Richie to get off and now that the real Richie had walked in on him and seen the fake Richie, Eddie didn’t think he could do it anymore.

Eddie still had one earbud in his ear and the sounds that fake Richie was making was not doing anything to help calm him down. This had gone from a nice night alone to watching porn with his best friend/ kinda secret crush, but Eddie’s dick didn’t seem to get that memo.

He had one arm laying across his lap, in what he hoped was a casual way, trying to hide his still hard dick. He wasn’t even watching the video anymore. He was just staring at the side of Richie’s face as he watched.

“Geez, how does he do that?” Richie commented quietly as ‘fake Richie’ took the other actor completely to the base of his shaft.

Eddie didn’t respond.

“Do you think I could do that?” Richie asked even quieter than before. Eddie made a strangled noise but didn’t think he could put actual words together at the moment.

Richie turned his head to face him. His lips were parted and his face was flushed.

Eddie, unable to look directly at Richie moved his eyes down to the screen. Which turned out to be a bad idea because the cameraman had moved again and the shot was a POV from the other actor looking down at Fake Richie. And they were making pretty much the same face.

“Richie, I don’t know.” Eddie shifted on the bed and rolled his head back to look up at the ceiling. He could feel Richie’s eyes still on him, burning into the side of his face. Neither said anything for a few minutes as the video played though and faint moaning could be heard from Eddie’s headphones.

“Wanna find out?” Richie whispered still looking down at the side of Eddie’s face.

Eddie nearly choked as he turned to look up at Richie confused.

“Richie!” Eddie half screamed when Richie dropped from the bed and knelt in front of him, looking up at him with a smirk.

He reached his hands up and rested them on Eddie’s knees, almost hesitantly.

“Don’t you want me to?” He asked confused, had he completely read the situation wrong. He really hoped not because seeing Eddie jerking off to an exact replica of himself really did things to him.

“Well, I mean, of course I do, but- “

“Well, then it shouldn’t be a Problem.” Richie cut off, his smile coming back to his face. His hands slid from Eddie’s knees up his thighs.

“Shouldn’t we like, talk about this or something!” The reasonable part of Eddie’s brain was saying that this was a bad idea and that he should physically stop Richie so that they could talk. But every other part of him wanted this.

“Later” was Richie’s muttered response, as he pressed light kisses on Eddie thigh’s, just below the hem of his shorts.

With that, the reasonable part of Eddie shut down and the majority won over. He pushed the laptop away with one hand and placed the other gently on the top of Richie’s head.

Richie took that as a silent agreement and with his hands on Eddie’s knees, pushed them apart to make room for himself. he scooted forward, running his hands from Eddie’s knees up to the bottom of this shorts.

He pushed the shorts up higher and kissed and nipped at the now exposed skin. Eddie whimpered from above him. Richie smiled against his leg and lifted his head to place a kiss on Eddie’s lower abdomen.

With Eddie distracted with Richie’s mouth, he moved his hands to grab hold of the waistband of Eddie shorts. He tugged on them lightly, rubbing the soft material of the shorts over Eddie’s cock, causing Eddie to let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck, Richie.” He breathed out and tightened his grip on Richie’s hair as he kissed literally every part of Eddie’s middle, expect the one part he wanted.

Richie laughed quietly against the top of Eddie’s thigh. He tugged harder on Eddie’s shorts, pulling them down just enough so Eddie’s dick bounced free. Eddie stared down at Richie, not breathing.

Richie leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the tip and looked up at Eddie to see his reaction.

Eddie’s mouth was hanging open slightly and his eyes were half-lidded.

Richie smiled up at him before pressing kisses down the shaft and then back up to the tip.

Eddie muttered a curse when Richie finally took some of him into his mouth. He started slow but gradually worked up to a faster pace.

Eddie had one hand still holding onto Richie’s hair as he bobbed on his dick, the other was gripping onto the bed trying to ground himself. He tried to hold back the moans that threatened to escape his mouth but quickly gave up trying to hold them in when Richie started using his tongue to lick around the head of his cock.

Richie slowed down the pace and slowly started to work his way as far down as he could. That had been the whole point of this after all, right? He watched Eddie’s face as he took as much of him as he could, which turned out was all of him.

Eddie whined when he felt his entire cock enveloped in the warmth of Richie’s mouth.

Richie held there for a few seconds before he had to pull off to gasp for breath. He used his hand to stoke Eddie, as he panted a few times. 

“I knew I could to it” Richie exclaimed, looking up at Eddie. His voice was gravely and he had to speak between heavy breathes, but he sounded extremely proud of himself.

“Your parents would be so proud~” Eddie’s comment faded into a moan as Richie took him back into his mouth, skipping past the slow adjustment period of last time and jumping straight into a faster speed.

Eddie had already been close when Richie had walked in on him and he didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to last. He felt the heat rising in his stomach and tugged at Richie’s hair to try and warn him. Richie moaned when Eddie pulled at his hair, causing vibrations around Eddie’s cock. That was all he needed as he cried out and came down Richie’s throat.

Richie made a surprised noise but sat still as Eddie came, swallowing it all down his throat.

He popped his mouth off when he felt the convulsions of Eddies orgasm stop and licked a strip along the bottom of his dick. Eddie gasped for breath as Richie finally pulled off and looked up at him.

“Jesus Richie.” Eddie said between heavy breaths as Richie sat back on his feet. “Um, do you want me to um…” Eddie trailed off but made vague gestures at Richie.

Richie laughed and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.

“Nah, I kinda already … took care of it.” Richie responded awkwardly, motioning to his other hand which had cum sticking between his fingers.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he reached down to grab the front of Richie’s shirt, pulling him up and slamming their lips together into a needy kiss. Richie immediately kissed him back. he wrapped one hand around Eddie’s neck and held the other away from them both, not really feeling like getting cum everywhere.

They broke apart when they heard a loud moan coming from Eddie headphones. The video had just ended and the recommended videos popped up on the screen, most of them staring Fake Richie. Real Richie pressed a light kiss to Eddie’s lips.

“Do you have any other videos, you want to recreate.”  

 Haven’t done a dirty one in a while so that was fun lol. hope you liked it.

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[kingofthehair]

*max mayfield voice* as soon as El realizes she doesn’t have to date boys it’s over for you fuckers

[lvsleylosers-deactivated2023011]

y'all out here still writing straight eddie kaspbrak x reader fics i-

[clericbyers]

Mike and Will are fooling in the snow one night after an evening out with the Party. Will is laughing really hard after throwing a snowball at Mike, his nose and cheeks red from the cold, his short brown hair a mess from under his wool cap, he's so breathtakingly beautiful. Mike is so, so in love with this amazing boy. He knows Will is IT for him. He can see them together 50, 60 years from now. ("I love you, you giant dork." Eskimo kisses are always the best under the snow.)

“Catch you on the flip side!” Lucas shouts to the others as he gathers his bike from the Wheeler garage and sets himself to head back home.

“See ya tomorrow, Lucas,” Mike replies warmly, tucking his gloved hands into his jacket pocket with a chilled shiver. Dustin pats him on the back and heads over to grab his bike as well.

“You two take care tonight, alright?” he says once he’s wheeled himself in front of the curb where Mike and Will stand side by side. “Tomorrow is gonna be amazing.”

Will rolls his eyes and Mike can’t help the smile on his face at the sight. “You always hype up your campaigns but it’s just an excuse to help Mike level up faster.”

Dustin sends him an affronted look. “Hey! Mike should be thanking me for making sure he’s not a drag for you and Lucas. He’s always losing so many hit points every time he steps three units to the left.”

“I don’t lose that many!”

“You nearly died touching the juice of a poisonous berry, Mike.” Will reminds him. “Not even eating it, just touching it. You need the XP points; it’d just be nice if someone here didn’t play favorites while helping you.”

“You are really one to talk about picking favorites, Byers.” Dustin motions to Mike with both hands in an exaggeratory fashion. “Look at him. Your favorite.”

“He’s not!”

“I’m not?” Mike puts a hand to his chest with a gasp. “All this time, I thought being your friend since kindergarten made me your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite first friend.”

“The only one I hope.”

Will grins and slips his arm around Mike’s. “Sorry to tell you that Dustin and I actually met long before we did.”

“Mike, we did no such thing. I didn’t even know you until 4th grade; tell him to stop lying. Will, stop before you make him beat me up with an irrelevant speech of a rant.”

“I won’t beat you up,” Mike rolls his eyes but pulls Will closer to him. Will giggles and leans into the embrace. “Maybe just scare you a little by spending the next twenty minutes being the devil’s advocate and explain why The Breakfast Club is the worst movie to grace this earth.”

Dustin gapes. “You’re a horrible best friend; I hope you know that, Mike.”

Will cackles against Mike’s arm and Mike looks down at him with a smile, always so happy to see Will grinning and, in general, happy given everything that’s come to pass in the past few years. Dustin kicks up snow toward the two before laughing and giving them each a goodbye before biking down the street back to his house.

This leaves Will and Mike alone at the curb, which is nothing new, but this is the first time they are left alone like this as a couple. That’s still such a wild concept for Mike to accept but to be fair, it’s still only been a few hours since they went official. Will’s tucked into his shoulder a bit more, staring out at the snowflakes falling from above. Mike wants to go inside where it’s much warmer but a snowflake lands on Will’s red nose and he goes cross-eyed trying to look at it and Mike’s heart hurts so much.

“You wanna spend a few playing in the snow before it gets too cold?” Mike asks, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible with his question.

Will perks excitedly. “Yeah! Let’s try to make a snowman on the lawn and see if it lasts into the morning.”

The shorter boy untangles himself from Mike’s arms and bounds toward the snow piling up in the yard. Mike is a little slow to follow, breath caught in his throat as he watches Will start piling up snow to pack into a sphere. He’s dressed for winter to the nines; neck draped with a scarf, hair half buried under his wool cap, fingers covered with gloves that are getting wet from his ministrations. Mike takes a second to soak this moment in, how he gets to think back on this moment not as ‘that time I built a snowman with my best friend’ but as ‘the first time I built a snowman with my boyfriend’ and that thought brings a flood of heat to Mike’s freckled cheeks.

He shakes his head and follows Will’s imprinted steps in the snow to help him roll the base sphere. They manage to work together to build the first two snowballs for the snowman in relative piece, sneaking in small nudges and quick shy glances whenever they pass each other by. Mike feels brave for a moment and presses his lips to Will’s cold cheek when they pause for a moment after getting the second sphere on top of the bottom one. Will giggles and playfully shoves at Mike but his eyes are glowing and Mike thinks tonight can most definitely be labeled as the best night of his life.

Mike turns to focus on the last sphere for the snowman, distractedly packing snow into a tight ball when he feels sloshing cold ice smack him on the back. He yelps, tripping over a snow pile he had created during his task, and stumbles across the lawn trying his best not to faceplant from the force of it all. At the sound of loud laughter, Mike flips around to glare at the offender, but finds all words caught in his throat at the sight before him.

Simply put, Will is breathtakingly beautiful. He’s laughing at Mike, cackling and doubled over with a hand to his stomach as he bellows into the night. His cheeks and nose are rosy red from a mixture of the cold and his buoyant laughter, his hair is a disordered mess under his snow-covered hat, his eyes are scrunched tight with pure joy as he laughs and snowflakes settle on his lush lashes, and Mike…Mike is so in love with this boy.

It hits him like a freight train, the intensity of the love Mike has for Will, and he knows right then and there that Will is it for him. No one else can fill his heart with such unadulterated love like Will does. No one else can ever compare and he was a fool to think otherwise for so long. Tonight is so special, tonight is the night Mike knows he can see him with no one else but Will. He can imagine a scenario 50 years in the future where he’s watching the first snowfall of winter as he sits next to Will on their porch holding hands and remembering this particular day. He can’t imagine what he’ll do later in life but he knows that it wouldn’t be his life without Will at his side.

Will’s concerned now, his laughter subsiding as he takes in Mike’s stricken and silent posture. “Are you okay, Mike?” he asks, rushing over to take Mike’s face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to shock you so much.”

The shock of cold wet gloves to his face brings Mike’s thoughts to the present and he looks down at Will with probably the biggest heart eyes he could muster. Will flushes but manages a shy smile as his gloved thumb rubs against Mike’s cheek. “I’m fine,” Mike replies softly, “just thinking about how much I love you, you giant dork.”

It’s only been a few hours since they started officially dating–despite the fact Mike feels like he’s been dating Will for most his life to a degree–and maybe for others it would be too soon to say something as important and emotionally dramatic as I love you, but Mike’s loved Will since before he knew how to read more than a letter at a time. Mike loving Will isn’t news. It’s not shocking. It’s not overly dramatic. It just is.

And Will’s face lights up like the street lights after 6 PM and Mike really cannot stress it enough, he’s so in love and he gets to say it aloud to Will whenever he wants to instead of wallowing in the emotions by himself. “I love you, too,” Will mutters softly, so gentle like the gloved fingers caressing Mike’s cheeks. He’s a little more shy with saying it even though he’s the one who ultimately asked Mike out.

Mike smiles and leans down to chastely kiss Will’s forehead. He lets his lips linger for a moment before pulling away to press his forehead to Will’s. They stare into each other’s moonlit eyes, raven brown against hazel green, and Mike hopes Will can read his mind like this because he can’t put his feelings into words right now but this is sunshine after a rainy day with a double rainbow reflected in the lingering droplets in the moist air. This is the taste of a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie that’s still chewy and the chocolate is hot enough to melt in your mouth. This is the conclusion to a story he never thought he’d receive or deserve. This is everything.

Mike’s eyes hood over and he parts his lips just the slightest as his eyes trail down to Will’s pink ones. Will too starts to close his eyes, leaning up to close the gap between them as desired. Mike takes his hands to Will’s waist, tight and shaking and oh god, he’s kissing his very first friend, his longest friend, his best friend turned boyfriend, for the first time and he might die from how hard his heart is thumping in his chest. His nose is smashed against Will’s cheek and his neck strains a little from the angle but it’s so perfect tasting the snow on Will’s lips and feeling Will’s lashes against his face as he’s breathing in Will’s warmth.

Will pulls away with a chuckle, eyelids fluttering as a goofy smile drapes itself across his kiss-plush lips. Mike wants to kiss Will again and again if he looks this gorgeous every time. Instead, Mike tilts his head enough to rub his nose against Will’s own. He can feel Will’s breath against his lips and it makes him smile, too. They hold each other’s hands between themselves, fingers twined and wet and cold but nothing matters in comparison to the happiness spread throughout their bodies at every point they’re connected.

This night will go down in Mike’s memory as ‘the first night of many with the love of my life’ and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

[cinematapestry]

I Am Not Okay With This (2020-) created by Jonathan Entwistle & Christy Hall

[sportsnight-deactivated20201211]

it chapter 2 fans be like “this movie sucked. 5 stars.”

[panstutteringbill]

OUTFITS I COULD SEE THE TEEN LOSERS CLUB IN:

hypochondriac eddie kaspbrak.

eddie transitions from train polos to the fourth outfit

but his outfits range

and sometimes he just wears whatever but he likes pastels (obviously,,, I mean,,, 2017)

(richie loves the contrast of eddie being sort of jadded and mean (*clears throat* toppy) but looking like an angel baby)

farmboy mike hanlon.

he has a Style

it is kind of simplistic but it's still beautiful - the rolled up jeans and the too-large sweaters/shirts

( bill, quietly in the background: "who knew i could go FERAL over a guy in a sweater?")

Part 3/?

[panstutteringbill]

OUTFITS I COULD SEE THE TEEN LOSERS CLUB IN:

winter fire beverly marsh.

beverly steals a lot of her clothes (flannel/sweaters/jeans/bracelets) from the boys

she mostly steals the sweaters that ben rarely wears and on of the thousand flannels bill owns

her and richie will have the same nail polish on sometimes because why not?

stanley " the man " uris.

stan doesn't change a lot of his style

it just grows up and he looks more dressed up and more developed

also he wears suspenders quite often (listen,,,, 1990s FED us with stan in suspenders)

he always looks good though honestly, everyone is mad about it

Part 2/?

[panstutteringbill]

OUTFITS I COULD SEE THE TEEN LOSERS CLUB WEARING:

defacto leader bill denbrough.

listen, bill is infamous for his flannels

but he has a Thing for high waisted jeans and long sleeved shirts/sweaters (even if he pushes those shirts up to his elbows always)

the last outfit is more of a dressup look or if he feels like it.

richie "trashmouth" tozier.

listen , richie still keeps his colorful/strange/artsy button-ups but he,,, Punks out a little

he gets a tongue piercing and wears chains on occasion

he's still a nerd with a weird, loud sense of humor and huge glasses but he dresses cool and has weed soo people bear with him more

eddie? eddie goes crazy for "E-Boy" richie

Part 1/?

[panstutteringbill]

OUTFITS I COULD SEE THE TEEN LOSERS CLUB IN:

ben " haystack " hanscom.

every day is a black tie event

after he starts to lose weight, he starts to dress up a lot and a few of the Losers worry that it is to compensate

but he usually looks super good

he just,,, Does That and he's beautiful

[richiecoree]

One of my fav richie tozier headcanons is that he’s just.. ridiculously good at things without trying. Lke it’s so low effort but he just picks things up and it frustrates the FUCK out of eddie because he’s working really hard at something (even something like a crossword or a Rubik’s cube) and richies like lol and does it without batting an eyelash

[praiseourlordduck-deactivated20]

Robin Buckley...

[tinyarmedtrex]

May I formally prompt you: Reddie having a serious fight and (temporarily) breaking up, but then realising they just can’t be without each other? 🥺

Eddie was trying to convince his hair to sit the right way when the doorbell rang. He took one last look in the mirror and decided it was good enough. Tom wouldn’t care. Probably. Eddie wasn’t really sure. It was only their second date together and Eddie was trying to convince himself to fall for the guy. On paper he was perfect, kind and soft spoken, willing to take things slow and never called Eddie any nicknames. 

Yea, perfect.

“I thought we were meeting at the restaurant!” Eddie called as he walked over to the door. No response. “Tom? I’m not quite ready.” 

But when he opened it wasn’t Tom. It was Richie, looking nervous and guilty. 

“Surprise.” Richie said, doing sad jazz hands.

Eddie’s stomach clenched.  Richie wasn’t supposed to be here. That was the point. They’d broken up, done the division of things and talked about how to manage friends. It was over between them. 

“Do you wanna invite me in?” Richie asked, peering into Eddie’s apartment. His new apartment, the one he’d gotten after moving out. 

“No.” He said, brows furrowed. He felt itchy, too warm. He wanted to pull his sweater off but knew he couldn’t. 

“Eds-”

“That’s not my fucking name.” He snarled. He couldn't do this, he didn’t want to.

But they’d promised to be civil, that they would try to be friends. They didn’t want to make the losers choose, it was on them to get along. His shoulders slumped. “Sorry I just- what are you doing here Richie?”

“I wanted to talk.” Richie said, a hand hanging on his neck. “You didn’t answer my texts.”

“I didn’t see the point.” He inhaled, counting to ten and reminding himself that his therapist had told him that he’d eventually have to talk to Richie. He couldn’t cut the man out of his life.

On the exhale he added, “You can come in.” 

Eddie stepped aside, his heart hammering in his chest as Richie peered around the apartment, toeing his shoes off. “It’s nice, clean.”

“It’s a shithole but it’s all I could find on short notice.” Eddie was surprised how much he hated having Richie here. It felt wrong for Richie to be in his home, examining the fragile new life he was building. 

Richie nodded awkwardly, making his way to Eddie’s futon and sitting down. Eddie followed, sitting in the nearby chair. Richie looked disappointed but didn’t say anything about it. Instead he looked Eddie over, probably noticing that he was wearing his softest sweater, one that Richie had always loved. 

“You look nice.” The comment was strained. 

“I have a date.” Eddie replied, fingers digging into the arms of the chair. “So make it quick.” 

He hated how cold he was being, how cruel, but he didn’t know how else to act around Richie. Anything else would throw him back into Richie’s arms and he couldn’t do that, not again. 

“Right. Cutting to the chase. Well-” Richie looked up, gathering his words. “I want you back. The bed is too big without you and- I miss you.” 

“Oh fuck you.” Eddie wheezed. “You can’t say that. You can’t come here, unannounced, before my date, and drop that bomb.” It was such a Richie move, everything on his terms, designed to throw him off. He pinched the bridge of his nose, not looking at Richie. 

“How else was I supposed to say it Eds? You won’t answer my texts! You won’t meet me for coffee! I had to do something.” Richie moved to the edge of the couch, reaching for but not touching Eddie. “Eddie, I love you. I’ll always love you. These weeks without you- they’ve sucked. I know we fight and argue but that's something I love. I love your passion and spitfire attitude. I don’t want anyone else!”  

Eddie shook his head, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill over. “No, you don’t get to say that! The time to say all of that was six months ago when we started fighting! Not now!” 

“Give me a second chance.” Richie reached over, taking Eddie’s hand, his eyes pleading. “Please. I’ll go to therapy, I’ll get my aura cleansed, whatever. Anything.” 

Eddie looked down at their hands, Richie’s larger one covering his. It made his heart ache. 

“You need to leave.” He said, yanking his hand back and standing, putting some distance between them. “I told you, I have a date.” 

“Eds-”

“No!” He reeled around, pointing at Richie. “No more Eds! No more us! We’re not together Richie! Leave! Get out of my apartment!” He was overreacting but he didn’t care, he couldn’t do this. Not now, not ever.

Richie nodded, giving in far easier than Eddie had expected. “I’ll go but I want you to know that you’re it for me Eds. There’s no one else.” 

Eddie tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he watched Richie leave. Once the door was closed he collapsed onto the couch, refusing to cry. He didn’t want to shed one more tear over Richie. 

His date went horribly. Eddie wanted to pretend it was because their food was late or that their waiter got his drink wrong but that wasn’t it. It was because he couldn’t stop thinking about Richie. The old Richie would have never done that, never put his heart on his sleeve in a meaningful way. He hid behind layers of jokes and self deprecating humor, real emotions were hard to come by. 

As Eddie drove home he couldn’t stop thinking about it. All the things he’d wanted from Richie he’d offered- therapy, real communication, a commitment. Things Eddie had assumed were never going to happen. Eddie loved Richie, that was never in question, but he knew that wasn’t enough. 

But maybe this was. Maybe-

Eddie found himself turning left instead of right, following the road to his old apartment. He could see the light on in the second story apartment and wondered what Richie was doing. Probably listening to music, his go to mood lifter.

His feet carried him to the door and he rang the buzzer, his stomach twisting in knots. He didn’t even know what he was doing there, he wasn’t sure if they could actually do this or if it would just end in heartbreak again. 

But he knew he wanted to try, if Richie still did, if Eddie hadn’t scared him off.

“What- what are you doing here?” Richie asked, opening the front door to the building. He was in his faded nirvana shirt and pajama pants patterned with dancing monkeys and Eddie knew he was in love. He had been telling himself he wasn’t, that he was over Richie, but the truth was that he’d never be over Richie. 

Eddie forced the words out. He was never a talker like Richie but he had to try. “I’m here for you, for everything you said earlier, if that’s still on the table. I know it won’t be easy and that we have a lot to work on but- Richie it’s you. It’s always been you. Since we were twelve years old and shoving each other out of the hammock.” 

Richie paused long enough that Eddie started to doubt himself. He was about to back away when Richie looked at him, eyes full of hope.

“Really Eds? You’re sure? Because earlier- you were convincing.” 

“I’m sure.” He realized how true it was as he looked at Richie. He was the person Eddie wanted to be with, the one that he felt fiercely for. “I love you Richie.” 

Slowly, a grin spread over Richie’s face. Eddie had missed that expression. “Well then, you’d better come in. We have a lot to talk about.”

Eddie couldn’t agree more.

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[happy-rascal]

remember when Stanley Uris took a bath and nothing bad happened to him and then he got on a plane and went to derry to see his best friends and the people he loves most in the whole world and he stayed in his hotel room while the rest of the losers called pennywise a sloppy bitch and Eddie lived and then they went back to the jade for another dinner and fun times? yeah me too aha that was great

[mewangie]

You may wonder what‘s going on in spagetties head

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I got this idea inspired from one of @/h2so3_art s comics (on insta), definetly go check her out!!

[sadgreencloud]

Bruises & Bandages🍃🍃