Can I get some really fluffy reddie cuddles at a losers club sleepover. Plus sleepy richie being sappy AF. Just,,,some tooth-rotting fluff please. 🤗🤗🤗
Prompt: ^^
Words: 1331
Note: My Brain: You can’t put Bev and Stan in every Reddie story! Me: Watch. Me.
Written by: Admin Tozier <3
Parts: Reddie Version , Stanlon Version , Benverly Version, Billdra Version
Waking up that morning, Richie squinted as to adjust to the light and found his arms empty. With a grouchy groan, he stumbled out of his sleeping bag (or their sleeping bag, he should say, given that he and Eddie had zipped the two of theirs together) and went on an immediate hunt for his boy.
Richie wandered blearily into the living room, fluffing up his bed-hair as he went and adjusted his glasses on his nose, eyes peering through the thick lenses. Immediately he spotted a mass of curly dark hair atop a small form drowning in a shirt he recognised as his own, sat cross-legged on the floor, and holding a hand of cards. Offhandedly, he noticed Beverly and Stan sat across from him, holding cards as well, with a pile in the middle.
Eddie sniffed lightly, raising a hand to push the hair out his face, “Got any threes, Bev?”
“Go fish,” Bev muttered with a yawn as she rested her chin the bare knee she had propped up.
Richie ignored the game as he flopped down behind Eddie, slotting his legs around Eddie’s to press his front into Eddie’s back. Eddie hardly reacted as he slid his arms around Eddie’s stomach, tossed off his glasses and nuzzled his nose into his shoulder. Eddie leaned back a little into his chest and twisted his head to press a kiss to his ringlet covered temple, “Mornin’ Rich.”
“Mhm, S'ghetti.” Was all Eddie caught as Richie mumbled into his shoulder, his arms tightening around his waist.
“Got any kings, Stan?” The was a rustle of movement but all Richie could see was Eddie’s glorious half bared thighs and his hand of card couples and singles. He slipped his hands under the hem of the shirt to be met with the smooth softness of Eddie’s slightly squishy stomach and stroked him lightly, hugging him tighter as to tug him back further into him so he could reach to press a kiss on the side of his neck.
“Got any aces, Eds?” Bev turned her attention to Eddie as she rearranged her hand of cards to incorporate her new couple of kings.
“Uh,” Eddie searched through his wad of cards, his focus wavering however at the brushing of Richie’s lips against his neck and his fingers trailing across his ribs. He reached up to tug at one of his drooping curls, “Cut it out. I’m tryin’ to win.”
Richie only whined lightly, his arms, if possible, constricting him more as he seemed to try to mould himself against Eddie’s back, legs moving to cross over his and arms wrapped almost twice around Eddie’s bare torso. He mumbled incoherently into Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie sighed lightly, quickly tossing his card to Bev so he could turn his attention to Richie.
Kissing his hair, patting his arms and sweeping his fingers over Richie’s thigh caught his attention and he groaned into Eddie’s neck. His brows furrowed, “You okay, baby?” He whispered, nose in his curls.
Slowly, Richie lifted his head, the appearance being a great reluctance to move away from Eddie’s hot skin revealed by his large shirt falling over his shoulder. He kissed it lightly, lingering his lips up the juncture of his shoulder, the side of his throat and against his jaw, and Eddie hummed lightly. When his mouth reached his ear he whispered, voice groggy with sleep and affection, “Jus’ love my S'ghetti.”
Eddie’s cheeks flushed, a wide smile spread across his mouth, his fingers stroking gently against their place on Richie’s leg. He tried to hide to intense happiness in his voice, “Rich.”
He felt more than heard Richie’s gravelly chuckle against his jaw, head ducking back into his shoulder, “S'true.”
Eddie pecked Richie’s temple, nudging his nose into his hurricane of wiry curls, burying his smile there, “Love you too.” He could feel Richie’s mouth quirk and his face heat into his bare shoulder.
“Hey Eddie, got any privacy?” Stan’s dry voice slid through, his smirk evident in his tone and Eddie heard Bev smother a snort behind her cards.
Eddie could only hum, nuzzling his face further into Richie’s hair, his eyes falling closed as his comforting natural smell, that, admittedly, was mostly sweat and warm hair, filled his senses and he murmured, “Hmm, go fish.”
Bev groaned, dropping her cards and stretching her arms far above her head until her back popped, her voice strained as a result, “That was cheesy as fuck, Eds.”
Shrugging with one shoulder, Eddie picked up his head with a seemingly unmovable smile sculpted across his mouth, “Saw an opportunity, ‘n I took it.”
Bev leaned back on her arms, rolling her neck as to rid the inevitable stiffness that came with sleeping on the floor, the only padding being an old sleeping bag, her own scarlet fluff of hair wild around her face, “I’m hungry.”
“Make some food,” Stan replied nonchalantly, tossing his cards into the pile between them, realising the game was pretty much over.
Bev snorted, “Do I look like the sort of person who cooks?”
“Don’t sell yourself so short, Bev, you can make a mean bowl of cereal.”
“You’re a real supportive friend, Stan.”
“It’s my role in this friendship group.”
“Clearly.”
“Moving on from this sarcasm battle,” Eddie cut in, massaging his fingers into Richie’s hair while the boy gave small delighted hums and moans, “Maybe we should find someone who can cook?”
“Richie can.” Stan pointed out, gesturing lazily with the full pile of cards to the gangly boy interwoven around Eddie’s body. Richie grumbled, mumbling something into Eddie’s neck that he translated as “I’m not your fucking maid, Stanley.” or something equally as witty yet slightly inaccurate.
“I’m afraid Richard is indisposed at the moment.”
“Yeah, he’s already full on spaghetti,” Bev muttered, making Stan snort and Richie shake with laughter, wobbling Eddie. Eddie clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes.
“He’s infecting you.” But the malice behind the words was lost in the gooey gaze Eddie kept looking over at him and the sweet kisses he would continue to grant on any surface available on him.
Soon Bev stood up, shaking her legs to get the feeling back as to go see if anyone else was awake, Stan joining her with the notion of waking up Mike because “He wanted to help make pancakes,” but the three of them knew that was only Stanley talk for, “I just want to go cuddle up into his strong, warm arms for a few more minutes before I have to face the cruelty of daytime.”. This left Richie and Eddie still glued to together in the living room, Richie position buried into Eddie’s shoulder, unmoved.
“Hey,” Eddie said softly, poking his thigh. Groggily, Richie lifted his head, hair falling his eyes which Eddie gently pushed away to tuck behind his ear. Richie kissed as his hand, “How’d you sleep?”
“Hm, good.” He murmured, eyes still half closed as he peered at Eddie. Eddie smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth, fingers drifting across his jaw.
“You guys coming?” The two looked up to see Ben stood in the doorway, dishcloth in hand, not only the scent of sizzling pancakes following him but also a sleep-rumpled Bill clamped to his back. Ben reached up to pat his head when he shifted his position in Ben’s neck, staring still pointedly at the both of them.
“Yeah, give us a sec.” Ben nodded and shuffled back into the kitchen, waddling a little as Bill tried to match his pace. Eddie turned back to Richie, and lightly patted his hands that were still wrapped around his torso, “Come on, you parasite, let’s get you some food.”
Struggling a little as Richie refused to let him go, Richie grumbled as they stumbled towards the kitchen, “I would say I’m more like a koala.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, kissed his cheek and dragged him towards the kitchen, “Maybe an octopus.”
[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”… (leren frachel bromance)
[ TEXTS TO FRAN FABRAY ]
RACHEL: While I don’t blame them in the slightest, whoever they are need to respect my superior match-making abilities.RACHEL: They can ‘dibs’ all they want but a taken woman you are.
[private] Hello, sir. I wanted to just thank you for tonight. The shower, the champagne, the camera clicks in three. Also, save me a few shots.
[Private] You’re more than welcome to call me Tristan, Grayson. But you’re welcome. I sincerely appreciate the cooperation you and Sawyer showed tonight. You made the evening extremely enjoyable, and I certainly hope the two of you enjoyed yourselves, as well. I certainly will.
