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Battle of the Bands (Request)- Eddie Munson x Fem Plus Sized Reader

Requested by @prozacandnicotine plus sized reader is the lead guitarist in an all-girl band, performing against Corroded Coffin in a high school battle of the bands. Y/n and her band go to only all girls high school in Hawkins. Eddie is jealous about how good y/n is. Enemy to lovers with some angst, fluff, and smut. Also I apologize for a certain part, I have no idea how cars worked back then and bleh. The final songs in this were also requested, as well as the band name. Enjoy!! TW for mentions of bullying for being fat, and reader having insecurities. I apologize in advance, I'm not the best at enemies to lovers😬. This one's a long one, so buckle up for 13k words.

"You guys ready to show Hawkins who's the best band around?" You yelled to your bandmates. "Hell yeah!" They all cheered. You put your dark green Volkswagen van in park, and went around to the back of the van. For the purposes of the band, you had taken out the third row of seats for the equipment. Lori, your drummer, grabbed some of her drums and set them on the ground, headbanging with her long red hair flying all over the place. Next was Amelia, the shyest of the group. Her blonde bangs waved in her face as she grabbed her guitar; she's the bass guitarist. Scarlet, the lead singer, grabbed some of the amps and started leading the girls over to the entrance. The brunette vocalist walked with pride, knowing everyone would be shocked to hear of an all girl metal band.

You grabbed your dark purple guitar, following the girls who were not that far ahead of you. As you were walking towards them, someone bumped into you, making you stumble a little bit. "What's a pretty girl like you doing here? You lost or something?" You scoffed and turned around to see the male that bumped into you. "It's Y/N to you, and I'm actually here to practice with my band asshole. Next time watch where you're going." The boy with long, brown, curly hair stopped and looked at you wide-eyed. "What a cat got your tongue?" You spat at him.

You shoved past him, huffing once you got to your bandmates. "What's wrong Y/N?" Amelia asked you. "Nothing. Some jerk bumped into me and asked if I was lost. Jesus Christ, people act like girls can't be in bands." "Screw 'em, we'll show them." Lori retorted. "Anyways.. is everything out of the van?" Scarlet asked, rolling her eyes. "No, but it's not a lot, I'll go get the rest. I gotta lock it anyways." You stalked off, clearly annoyed from your encounter with the clumsy, but very attractive boy that bumped into you.

Once you arrived at your van, you grabbed the last few things, and locked it up. "So, you're here to compete huh?" You spun around, seeing the boy from earlier leaning against your van with a cigarette in his mouth. "Are you a stalker? Get lost and get off my van." You hissed at him. "Sweetheart, I'm just here to ask what band you're in, and to apologize for bumping into you earlier." "Once again, it's Y/N to you. It's the Punkette Tigers, and we're going to kick everyone's ass." "Oh really? Because I think, my band Corroded Coffin is going to win." He laughed, exhaling smoke.

You walked past him, making sure to knock the cigarette out of his hand. His footsteps hurriedly followed behind you, slowing down once he reached you. "I told you to get lost. Are you deaf too?" "The name's Eddie, it's a pleasure to meet another guitarist that isn't from my band." You rolled your eyes and kept walking, hoping this "Eddie" would just leave you alone. "You know, you don't have to ignore me, I heard it's good to be civil with the people you're competing with."

"Yeah, I don't really care. Just leave me alone so I can practice with my band." "Well alright then, I'll see you around." He said as he jogged away. Finally, some peace and quiet. You walked up to your band, who was waiting patiently. "You guys ready to set up and practice?" They all nodded, getting to work. After about 15 minutes, you were all done. "What about 'I love playin with fire' by the runaways to start?" You asked them. "Sounds good to me." Lori said, grabbing her drumsticks. Amelia picked up her guitar, standing in her place, nodding to let you know she was ready. Scarlet looked to you, holding the mic up to her mouth. "On three girls." She said, looking to you for approval. You nodded, counting "1, 2, 3."

Amelia started playing her guitar with Lori following soon after. Your fingers started playing, and the adrenaline really kicked in once Scarlet began singing. Soon, things starting getting more upbeat, and you were singing along with Scarlet, bobbing your head to the beat. "I love playing with fire." Sang you and Scarlet simultaneously, Lori and Amelia singing in the background "fire." Soon your guitar solo came, and you revved your fingers, playing it perfectly. "And I don't think I'll ever learn." Lori sang the last sentence.

"Great job, we can take a little break if you want, then we'll practice our song for the competition." You said, cracking your knuckles. You heard slow, sarcastic clapping. Turning around, you saw Eddie staring at you with dark, angry eyes. "Look at that, Y/N can play the guitar pretty good." You flipped him off, going to get a drink of water. "You jealous that she's better than you curly?" Lori yelled to him. He looked taken aback, replying with "Oh no, I'm just shocked she can actually play the chords right." Your head whipped around, "What the fuck did you just say about me? I think you're just worried you're going to lose to girls." You sneered at him, walking towards him with your hands clenched.

"Leave my band and I alone, got it asshole?" Before he could respond, a judge came over to you both. "Is something wrong here?" He asked. "Just meeting some of the competition sir." Eddie cheekily replied. "Well, alright. Good luck practicing. Remember to be here Saturday morning to practice before the show." You scowled at Eddie, annoyed you had to see him on Saturday and Sunday. At least you had tomorrow night and Saturday night to practice at home. You walked back to the group, asking if they just wanted to practice in your basement.

"Why can't we just do it here? We already set it all up." Amelia asked quietly. You glared at her and looked at Scarlet. "Okay, let's go to Y/N's house. I could grab a bite to eat anyways." Lori shrugged, not really caring where you practiced. Once the four of you were all packed up and in the van, you drove to your house. "Since you're all spending the night here Saturday for the show, would you rather just stay here until then? I don't mind you guys staying." "Ah man, I think I'm gonna head home tonight, but I don't mind spending the night tomorrow though." Lori said, looking at you.

Amelia and Scarlet nodded, agreeing that they'd be here tomorrow evening. "Do you guys want to eat here? I just need to take one of my amps down to the basement, but make sure you guys practice at home too." "Actually, I'm pretty tired Y/N, I think I'll just go home." Scarlet said before asking Amelia if she wanted a ride home. "I'll eat with you Y/N, we could go to that pizza place by my house?" "Alright, bye Amelia, you did great today. I'll see you guys tomorrow, bye Scarlet." You waved to them, dragging your amp to the basement, Lori carrying your guitar for you.

"So, curly must really be getting under your skin huh?" She said. "His name's Eddie, and no he's not. I'm just tired today. I think I'll skip dinner. I'm just going to drop you off, sorry Lori. Thanks for helping me bring the guitar down." The ride to her house was quiet, you were quite pissed off from today's events. You sighed, deciding to go get some slices of pizza and a soda from the gas station. "Just three pieces of pepperoni and a cola please." You said to the man at the counter. You paid and walked back to your van, but halfway home it started to sputter. "Fucking shit, come on, we're almost home." After about ten seconds it completely stopped running.

"Piece of fucking shit!" You screamed, slamming the steering wheel. The nearest mechanic shop was 5 miles away, and you have school tomorrow. "I can't go tomorrow or this weekend because of the fucking show. Mother fuck-" Your sentence stopped short when you heard a knock on the window. Looking through it, you saw Eddie. Great. You opened the door, getting out. "Having troubles?" He asked. "Yeah I am, and I'm sure you're just peachy because of it." "Well, I can take a look at it, my uncle taught me some things." "Yeah whatever. Have the pizza, I'm not hungry anymore." You sat down on the ground, hearing your stomach rumble. You stared at the rolls on your stomach, suddenly feeling nauseous.

"Hey, if you're hungry you should eat." Eddie said, coming around from the front with his hair in a messy bun. "It's fine, I don't need it. Just take it as part of your payment." "Payment?" He chuckled. "It just needs a jumpstart, but I'd probably get a new battery for it soon." "Oh. Uh, thanks." You couldn't help but feel your face heat up as he laughed. Something about him made you feel like jelly. After a few minutes, he came around to the back of your van, sitting down next to you on the pavement.

"I didn't take any of the pizza, but here, I brought it out for you." "Oh, I'm not really hungry. You can eat it, really." He shrugged putting a piece in your hand anyways. You stared at him questionably, taking a bite. "Thanks for the help, I'll get a new battery when I have time." "No problem, I can't have my competition without a running vehicle." "So you admit that we're a competition?" You asked, an eyebrow raising. "Well.. Yeah. Your guitar skills are pretty sick, just not as good as mine." He winked. You rolled your eyes, laughing for the first time in your interactions with him. "Alright Eddie, whatever you say. I haven't even heard you play." "Well, I guess you'll hear it on Sunday darling."

Your cheeks heated up again, and you looked to the ground, attempting to avoid his gaze. "Do you think tomorrow morning you could go with me to the mechanics to find a battery? I don't want to go to school tomorrow, I think I'm just gonna stay home and smoke before we practice tomorrow night. Helps calm my nerves, ya know?" He looked down at you surprised. "I'm down to skip class. I'll pick you up at 9." "Wait really?" You asked him in disbelief.

"Yeah, I don't mind. I'll even play for you tomorrow just to show you how good I am." You laughed, getting up off the ground. "Let me just go write my address down." You shuffled to the front seat, trying to get the redness in your cheeks to go away. He leaned up against the window, staring at you intently. "Here, just knock when you get there." Your fingertips brushed as you handed him the paper, but little did you know, he was the one blushing this time. "See ya tomorrow Y/N." He said running to his van. "What is happening to me?" You thought to yourself.

You drove home, swimming in your thoughts about Eddie. You didn't sleep much, too anxious to see him in the morning. You weren't sure why, you've only known him for about twelve hours. 3:30AM rolled around, and you finally fell asleep. Back at Eddie's trailer, he was having trouble sleeping as well. All he could think of was how sexy you looked playing the guitar, and how beautiful you sounded when you laughed. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and feel how amazing you'd be against him. At 8:00 you finally woke up, groaning and rolling off your bed.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, suddenly feeling self conscious of what to wear. Your fat had spilled out of the tanktop you'd fallen asleep in. You were very aware of the way your thighs made your pajama pants look too tight. You started tearing up, pulling at the fat, wishing you could just rip it off. You slammed the door to the bathroom and got into the shower, washing your negative thoughts away. You had decided on some black ripped jeans with a Metallica t-shirt, and some converse. You brushed your teeth and hair, waiting on the couch for Eddie to arrive.

At 9:00 on the dot, Eddie's van pulled into your driveway. You hurriedly walked out the front door, almost knocking him over. "Woah there, I was just about to knock." "Sorry, I'm anxious to get this done." You pulled your shirt down, hoping he didn't see your figure behind it. He lead you into his van, opening the door for you. The drive to the shop was quiet besides the music playing in the background. Once you arrived at the shop, he asked where to find one, and you paid for it, carrying it back to the car. "Make sure your pig girlfriend doesn't pass out from carrying it." One of the older men yelled.

You pretended not to hear, and turned your head to the window, tears coming out of your eyes. You watched as Eddie turned around and punched the man in the face, grabbing your money out of his hands. He ran back into the van, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, pulling out of the lot quickly. "What an old prick." He angrily said. You tried stopping the tears from streaming down your face, but they just kept flowing faster. "It's okay Eddie." You choked out. "No, Y/N. It's not fucking okay. There's no reason for people to be rude. I get it everywhere, the town "freak". And for the record, you're fucking gorgeous and don't deserve to be treated badly."

"Y- you think I'm gorgeous?" You asked shyly. "Well, yes I do. Let's go put this damn battery in your van and forget about it." "Why does he want to forget about it? Maybe he's just embarrassed to think of me like that." You thought to yourself sadly. You stayed quiet on the way back to your house, and when he took the battery from you, you placed the money in his seat, getting out of the van. "All right it's all set. I'll get going, don't wanna bother you while you smoke." He said walking towards his van. Your arm reached out, grabbing his wrist. "You can uh, stay if you want. I don't know if you smoke or not, but it would be nice to have a smoking buddy."

"Hell yeah I do, I deal too." He grinned. "Oh, maybe I'll buy from you from now on." You smiled lightly. "I'll let you try it, I just have to go grab it from the van, I'll be back." He said, releasing himself from your soft grip. You walked into the house, relieved your van was fixed now. Nerves took over when it hit you that Eddie would be smoking with you. You stood there dumbfounded, until he walked in tapping you on the shoulder. "I got the good stuff." He said, shaking the bag of weed in your face. He shoved your money in your hands too, and you just looked at him, trying to give it back.

"Sweetheart, I don't need the money. Keep it, and think about how stupid that asshole must feel about getting punched in the face and being robbed of a brand new battery." Your grip was tight, insisting on letting him keep it. Once he realized you wouldn't give up, he tickled one of your sides with his free hand. "Don't be so stubborn Y/N, I said I don't need it." You rolled your eyes, huffing and taking it back. "I'll just put it in your van while you're high later." You muttered under your breath.

"Mm, no you won't darling. If you really want to pay me back I think there's something else you could do." He said, his eyes suddenly dark with his pupils blown out. You took a step back, stuttering "Wh- what do you mean Eddie." He chuckled, pulling you into his chest. "How bout we relax and smoke as planned, but you have to play a song with me, only if you know it. Metallica's newest song, Master of Puppets."

You shivered being pressed into his chest, inhaling the cigarette, alcohol, somewhat sweaty scent he had. "I- yeah. I learned it a few days after it came out." "What's got you all flustered Y/N?" He asked, lifting your chin up to stare into his eyes, his lips inches away from yours. "Nothing, I just thought- well never mind." You looked down at his lips, and pulled away from him, leading the way to the basement. "So this is where I hangout and smoke, we practice down here too." You sat on one of the couches, putting your legs to the side of you.

"First we're going to play, and then we can smoke alright? I just gotta go grab my guitar." He swiftly went up the stairs, and you shuddered, plugging your amp and guitar in. "Why is he making me feel like this? Why was he staring at me like that?" You wondered. You were shaken from your thoughts by Eddie obnoxiously coming down the basement stairs. "Do you want to do the sick guitar solo towards the end?" He asked with a smile on his face. "Get ready to be jaw-dropped Eddie." He rolled his eyes at you, waiting for approval to start playing.

You nodded, and both of you starting shredding the chords, strumming the quickly paced riffs. Your adrenaline starting pumping, getting into the sound of the music. He was fucking amazing. You stared at him in awe, watching his tongue poke out in concentration. You looked down at his fingers, feeling a tingly sensation in your stomach, but ignored it, focusing on the notes. You looked up again, catching him staring at you with his eyes wide and dark. You looked back down to your guitar, trying to avoid his gaze. Once you were done, you shook your hands out, looking at him. "You're great at guitar, we should play together more often." He looked like he was in a daze, and quickly snapped out of it at the sound of your voice.

"I can't play with the enemy." He laughed, "Maybe after the competition." "It seems like the lead of Corroded Coffin has his panties in a twist over a bunch of girls." You said slyly. The next thing you knew, he was pushing you down onto the couch. "Darling, the only thing bothering me is you. You and your pretty little face playing the guitar with such ease. It's so fucking hot, hard to control myself around you." Your eyes widened in shock, feeling that tingly sensation again. You started squirming underneath him, your knee accidentally rubbing against his crotch. He let out a low groan, wrapping his hand firmly around your neck.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling wetness pool into your panties. "Eddie I don't think, I don't know if we should be doing this." You softly said. He lifted himself off of you, sitting next to you on the couch with a soft look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I guess I'm a little jealous that you're better at playing than me, and I'm sorry if I overstepped. I'll go, I'm sorry Y/N." Before you could protest and even process what just happened, he was up the stairs. "Eddie wait, come back!" You yelled running after him.

You rushed outside to his van, roughly grabbing his arm. "Eddie what's wrong? Talk to me." He shook you off of him, looking down at you. "You're what's wrong with me Y/N. I've never felt like this before and it's making me nervous. I know I'm pissed off and jealous that you're so much better than me. But I also just want to fuck that pretty little face of yours with my cock." You looked down, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. "No one's ever even complimented me before, it's always been insults."

You didn't realize the tears streaming down your face until his thumbs came up to your cheeks, wiping them away. "Oh Y/N, I'm sorry. You deserve all the compliments in the world. You really are amazing at playing guitar, it's sexy when you play. And I meant it earlier when I said you were gorgeous." His eyes bored into yours, and he landed a soft kiss onto your forehead. "Why don't we go inside and smoke. You said it calms your nerves right?" He suggested.

You ripped away from him in embarrassment, running into your house sobbing. You slammed your bedroom door shut, sitting on your bed shaking whilst rocking back and forth. You heard Eddie yelling your name, and finally his footsteps stopped at your door. "Y/N can I come in?" He softly asked. "Just go away Eddie, I don't know what game you're playing at, but I'm not getting sucked into it!" He opened the door, sitting on the floor in front of you. "I'm not playing any game Y/N, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Complimenting me, being jealous of my guitar skills, making fun of me at practice saying you didn't think I could even play chords. Why did you treat me like shit, and why are you now treating me like I'm some sort of fucking goddess? Are you just trying to soften my edges so your band can win? Fuck you Eddie, get the fuck out!" You said shoving him. He didn't even try to argue, walking out with sad puppy eyes, throwing you one last glance before he shut your door behind him.

You threw your pillow off of your bed, punching your headboard. You grabbed your keys and drove off in your van, spinning out of your driveway. You were driving quite fast, and ended up behind Eddie's van. You didn't know what you were thinking, but you followed him to a trailer park, where he parked and looked at you bewildered. You put the van in park, and sprung out of the drivers seat, slamming the door behind you. You walked up to him and roughly grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips into yours.

His lips collided with yours messily, and you grabbed his long hair and tugged it. He let out another groan, and you took the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth. His hands wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you towards the door. He pulled away, looking at you out of breath. "What are you doing?" "Hell, I don't even know. Just shut up and kiss me asshole." He led you into what you assumed was his room, metal posters adorning the walls.

"I've never done anything like this before but I keep feeling tingly in my stomach and I think it's because of you. If you want to prove to me you're not playing some sick game to fuck with my head, show me how pretty I am." He looked at you shocked, but still with soft eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this Y/N? If it's your first time it should be with someone special." You snorted, grabbing his face gently. "I think you are special Eddie. I haven't stopped thinking about you since we met. All I know is that I want you."

He looked at you questionably before softly pushing you down on the bed, hovering over you. His lips kissed and sucked at your neck, making you moan out, grabbing his hair. He let out a growl, biting your neck and soothing it with his tongue after. He kissed up to behind your ear, nibbling at it a little before kissing up to your face. "I'm gonna make sure you know you're beautiful after this Y/N." His lips attached to yours, softly yet hungrily kissing them. Your hands wandered under his shirt, feeling his chiseled stomach. He pulled away from your lips and ripped his shirt off, looking to you for approval to take yours off too.

You gulped, nodding your head, afraid he wouldn't like what he saw. He pulled it off gently, looking down at you with adoration. "Holy shit." He breathed out, "You really are fucking beautiful." Your hands instinctively wrapped around your stomach hiding it. "No no baby, it's okay. There's no need to be ashamed." He gently moved your hands away and starting kissing up your stomach. He got to your bra and moved his lips millimeters away from yours. "Is it okay if I take your bra off baby?" He asked, his lips tickling yours. You nodded and attached your lips to his again.

Whilst kissing you, he held himself up with one arm, and undid your bra with the other. He brought his tongue down to one of your nipples, licking and sucking on it. "So pretty baby." He said in between licks. You moaned out again, feeling wetness in your panties. He switched to the other nipple, kneading your breast and flicking your free nipple with his finger. "Eddie, that feels so good." You moaned, hips bucking up into him. He stopped and looked up at you, his pupils fully blown out.

"Look at you all worked up over me. What do you want me to do to you beautiful?" "I- I don't know I've never done this before, remember?" You shakily breathed out. "Would it be okay if I ate you out? Get you warmed up a little bit and then you can decide what you want?" "That's fine, just want to feel good." You whined out, bucking your hips up again. He got off of you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. "I'm gonna take your pants off, is that okay?" He asked. "Mhmm." You nodded back.

He pulled them down your legs, kissing up your thighs, and massaging them with his hands. "So fuckin soft." He groaned. He nipped and sucked at them, going up to your clothed pussy. He starting kissing your clit over your panties, your hands flying into his hair. "Baby you're so wet, can't wait to taste you." He moaned. He pulled your panties off, sliding his finger up your slit, making you shudder. "Eddie please." You moaned out, bucking your hips into his face.

He slowly licked his tongue up, his eyes rolling back. "You taste even better than I thought pretty girl." He said before licking circles on your clit, slowing down and then speeding up. "Fucking shit, fuck." You moaned, your back arching. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you down, licking ferociously at your clit, going up and down, side to side, sucking and kissing it. Your legs began to tremble, thighs squeezing together around him. He started flicking his tongue faster, slipping a finger inside of you, crooking it up. Your thighs slammed around him, screaming out his name.

"Come on pretty girl, cum all over me." He stuck another finger in, tongue still lapping at your clit. Your eyes screwed shut, vision going blurry, feeling a knot in your stomach. "Eddie- I think I'm gonna cum." You half moaned half stuttered. His fingers started going faster and harder, tongue going faster than he's done yet. Your fingers yanked his hair, and you felt yourself let go. You came all over his mouth and fingers, still shaking as he pushed you through your orgasm. You felt dizzy, and laid there catching your breath. You whined as he pulled his fingers out, licking the cum up, and brought his fingers up to your lips. You sucked your cum clean off and looked at him lazily.

"Holy shit. I've never came before either, not even while masturbating." You breathed out. He chuckled pecking your lips. "Did that feel good sweetheart?" You nodded looking into his eyes. "Am I supposed to be this tired?" You asked him. "I think so, but let's go get you cleaned up and then you can rest." He got off the bed, grabbing your clothes, giving them to you. You put your tshirt on, ignoring the bra, following him to the bathroom with your pants in your hand. You laughed at your messy hair in the mirror, running your fingers through it to tame it.

"You can use my brush if you want." He opened a drawer and handed it to you, shutting the door behind him. You almost fell onto the toilet, your legs wobbly and vision still blurry. You sighed, cleaning yourself up and looking at your now soaked underwear. "Hey Eddie, I don't think I can wear my underwear right now, they're kind of soaked." You laughed opening the bathroom door. You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "Can we lay down a little bit? I don't think I'll be able to drive home and practice with the band if I'm like this."

He chuckled, bringing you to his bed, putting his arms up motioning for you to lay on his chest. You put your pants to the side, nuzzling your head into his chest. "Thank you." You murmured into him. "For what darling?" He asked. "For everything, minus being rude to me yesterday at practice." "That was me trying to flirt, but I'm sorry I made you upset. Why don't you try and rest, it's only 1pm. What time are you supposed to practice?" "About 6, so I'll probably leave around 5 if that's okay? I can leave earlier if you want, don't want to bother you." "Y/N you aren't bothering me, trust me." He said placing a kiss on the top of your head. His fingers rubbed mindless shapes on your back, and you felt your eyes close, falling asleep.

Without your knowing, Eddie was watching your back rise and fall with every breath. "She's perfect. If only she could believe it." He thought to himself. Your presence filled something he didn't know was missing. His soulmate maybe? No, you've known eachother for a little over 24 hours. "It doesn't matter how long we've known eachother; I've never felt like this before and I already want her in the rest of my life. Isn't that what a soulmate is supposed to be?" He thought.

Anxiety ripped through his chest, wondering how he'd even tell you he thinks your his soulmate. Not knowing if you'd call him crazy or by some miracle feel the same way. He wrapped his arm tighter around your sleeping figure, breathing in the scent of your hair. He never felt this relaxed, and he wanted to feel this happiness forever. He closed his eyes, dreaming of you being his girlfriend.

A couple of hours later, your eyes opened, feeling someone's arm wrapped around you. You looked up and saw Eddie sleeping peacefully while holding you. You smiled, wrapping yourself impossibly closer to him. His naked chest was warm and inviting. Mindlessly, you started tracing the tattoo on his chest, enjoying the comfort and safety you've never felt before. "Would it be too weird to think of him as the person I'm meant to be with?" You wondered.

Eddie started stirring and he yawned looking down at you. You smiled and placed a kiss on his chest. "Good morning to you too." He smiled, kissing your forehead. "Do you know what time it is? I have to be back for practice still." He lifted his arm up, looking at his watch. "It's 3:30." He replied. "Is it still okay if I leave at five? I just don't want to bother you."

Eddie laughed looking over at you. "You aren't bothering me, it's okay. Do you want something to eat? I could order pizza or something." You shook your head no. "It's okay, the girls and I are gonna get some food after." For the next hour and a half, you and Eddie talked. "Eddie, I gotta go now, I'll see you tomorrow at practice?" "Yeah, have fun tonight." He left a kiss on your forehead and walked you out to your van. The drive home was relatively quiet, and Scarlet was probably on the way with Amelia and Lori.

Once you got to your house, you sighed and laid down on the couch in the basement. "Should I tell the girls what happened last night and today? What would they say?" You sighed thinking of Eddie. "He's so beautiful and kind. Going out of his way to help a stranger who he's competing against. Not to mention he doesn't mind my size." A smile crept onto your face as you thought about last night and today.

"We're here bitch!" Lori walked down the stairs. "I take it you're pumped about practice tomorrow and the competition Sunday?" "Oh hell yeah, barely slept because I'm ready to show these assholes that girls can do things too." You smiled, "That's my bestfriend, always standing up for herself and our group." Amelia and Scarlet walked down the stairs next, Amelia almost falling in her face.

"Amelia you okay?" Scarlet asked. "Yeah, I just tripped. I'm anxious." Amelia is quiet and shy, but once she felt comfortable around the group, she's gotten obnoxious as hell. "So are we doing a warm up song, or are we just going to get straight to the song?" Lori asked. "Well, I assume we all practiced, so maybe just jump right in?" The girls all nodded in approval, setting up.

Lori and Amelia started off with the drums and guitar. Soon you and Scarlet joined in, Scarlet belting out the words. "I don't give a damn about my reputation." You sang out the background words "Oh no no no no." Amelia started getting really into it, strumming her guitar ferociously. "Pedal boys!" She sang out. As the song ended, you all harmoniously "And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation."

You smiled and hugged Amelia. "You did so good I'm so excited to see you belt it on Sunday!" Lori ran over to her, picking her up in excitement. Between the two of you, only you knew Lori had a crush on Amelia. Although Amelia never said anything, the way she'd blush when Lori was close to her or talking to her, you were pretty sure she liked her too. After a few more rounds of practice, you offered them to all shower if they wanted to while you made dinner.

"I showered before I came, but I'll go out my pajamas on, it's getting late and we have to be there early tomorrow to practice." Amelia said while grabbing her bag and walking upstairs to your room. "I'll take one, school was disgusting today. I hate PE." Scarlet said going to the bathroom. "So Lori, are you going to make a move on Amelia yet?" You questioned her. Her eyes widened. "Only if you admit you have the hots for that Eddie guy from practice." "What?! I do not have the hots for him, he's rude." You crossed your arms.

"Uh huh, and that's why your cheeks are as red as my drums right now." "Okay well fine. My van broke down last night and he helped me fix it and got a new battery with me this morning. That's why I wasn't at school today. And uh we also sort of hooked up. But he just ate me out, we didn't have sex." "Holy shit! Was it good, did he show you his guitar playing skills? Is he good?" She rambled on.

"Uh. Yeah he's good. And it was good I think? I've never done anything like before.." You looked down at the ground in embarrassment. "That's okay Y/N, you don't have to do it early like people say you do. It's up to you when you do it. And since you told me, why don't we play truth or dare later and you can ask me who my crush is, after I ask you yours. Please? Help me out a little, I don't even know if Amelia likes girls."

You couldn't say no to her, and you wanted them both to be happy. If things went sideways, you and Scarlet could smooth things over in a matter of minutes. "Okay I will. I'm gonna go make some spaghetti, you can do whatever. Maybe think of how you'll tell her how you feel?" That would be hard for Lori, she's not very open about feelings, and with Amelia being so shy you were worried about how she might react. Regardless, Lori would never do anything to make Amelia uncomfortable.

"Yeah I'll do that. I'll come up in a few." She shakily replied. You walked up to the kitchen, boiling some water on the stove. Amelia walked in shortly after, coming up next to you. "Y/N can I ask you something?" You turned to look at her "Of course Amelia, you can come to me with anything." She looked down at the floor, picking at her fingers. "Is it obvious I get giddy around Lori? My skin felt hot while we were in the back of the van last night, and I just get all tingly inside around her."

Your mouth gaped open, not believing what you just heard. "Oh no, I messed up didn't I?" She asked you. "No Amelia. I was just surprised. Why don't you tell her how you feel? You know she likes girls. I'm sure she won't get upset with you at all." "Do you really think I can?" "Yes, I know you can. You've come so far out of your bubble with this group, and we all love eachother so much like family. It'll be okay." You smiled at her and hugged her.

Amelia took a deep breath and went to the basement, presumably going to talk to Lori. You put the pasta in the now boiling water, and sat at the kitchen table waiting for it to finish. You got four plates out, and placed them around the table with forks. Eddie flooded your mind, wondering why he thought you were beautiful, why he treated you so nicely. "Does he like me? Am I supposed to just up and ask him that? It's not like I'm anything special." Your thoughts were interrupted by Scarlet yelling "Y/N the water is boiling over! Jesus, what are you doing?!" She turned the stove off.

You got up from the kitchen chair stuttering. "Sorry, I got distracted thinking about... the show. Yeah, the show." Scarlet raised an eyebrow at you, "Really? It's not about something else." She knew when you were lying, so there was no point in lying about it now. "Fine. I'm thinking about Eddie. He helped me fix my car, and we hungout and well. He ate me out." Her mouth gaped open staring at you, and a few seconds, your mouth gaped open as well. There at the top of the stairs, was Lori and Amelia holding hands.

Scarlet spun around, looking at them. "Holy fucking shit!" She squealed quite loudly. You clapped your hands together, smiling at both of them. "Well, I guess we all have alot to talk about over this spaghetti." Scarlet grinned. Amelia raised an eyebrow at you. "I uh. I hungout with that Eddie guy and he ate me out. But enough about that, what about you two?" "You're fucking the competition? Go girl." Amelia laughed.

After dinner, you cleaned up the kitchen and you all headed to bed. After a long night dreaming of Eddie, your alarm went off at 8. You yawned, hobbling down to the basement. Amelia was curled up in Lori's chest, and Scarlet was half hanging off the other couch. "Guys, get up! We gotta get to practice!" Scarlet and Amelia immediately woke up, Lori still laying there snoring. "Get up bitch." Scarlet said, throwing a pillow at her. "Huh? I'm up, I'm up." She groaned, rolling off the couch, pulling Amelia with her.

"Come on lovebirds, I can make eggs if you want." "Y/N aren't we supposed to be there for 9? Maybe just cereal for today." Scarlet added. You shrugged, going to get dressed. You put on some blue ripped jeans, with a Black Sabbath t-shirt. You went into the kitchen, grabbing some bowls and spoons. "I have honeycomb and cinnamon toast crunch!" You yelled down to the basement. The girls all came up running, scarfing down their cereal so you wouldn't be late for practice. The four of you grabbed your things and loaded them into your van, swerving out of your driveway. By now, it was 8:50, so you pulled up to the entrance and lugged everyone's things out, before parking the van in an actual spot.

You took the keys out of the ignition, running towards the table to sign in. "Fancy seeing you here m' lady." You heard the familiar voice of Eddie. You laughed, tipping your invisible hat at him. "I see you're late too?" You chuckled. "Surprisingly no. I saw your friends rush in, so I figured I'd come help you." "Wow, such a gentleman. Could you just carry my amp for me?" He bent down to grab it, and followed you to where the girls were. "Thanks Eddie. Have fun practicing." In response, he landed a kiss to your forehead before running off.

The girls sat there smirking while you blushed in embarrassment. "Alright, stop staring. Let's practice. After a couple hours of practicing, you started packing up everything. As you all walked out, a judge came over to say "Make sure you get here at 5PM to get set up before the show at 7." You all nodded, heading towards your van. There he was, leaning against the back of your van. "Eddie what are you doing?" You asked him. "Waiting for you, I figured I'd help you guys load up, and I also had a question for you."

"Yeah Y/N, he has a question for you." Lori sassily remarked. You rolled your eyes, letting Eddie help you all load your van up. The girls got in the van once they were done, and Eddie wrapped his arms around you. "Would you want to go on a date with me tonight?" You felt a rush of sparks run through your veins, and just stared into his beautiful brown eyes. "When?" You stuttered out. "Well, I was hoping tonight for dinner, say maybe 5:30? I'll pick you up." He smiled down at you.

"I uh, the girls are sleeping over, but I can ask them." Before you could go over to ask them, they all yelled out in unison "Go with him, we'll be fine!" "Well I guess that answers your question sweetheart." He planted a gentle kiss to your lips, hugging you tighter. "I'll see you later then? What should I wear though?" You asked. "Whatever you want darling." He winked before walking off to his van. You got into the front seat flustered.

"So um. I guess I'm going on a date? What the hell am I supposed to wear?" You asked the girls. The entirety of the drive home consisted of the girls arguing over what you should wear. Lori thinks an outfit with combat boots, Amelia thinks some sort of lacy top, and Scarlet thinks you should wear a leather jacket. Once you arrived home, they rushed you into your room. After agonizing outfit changes, you decided on a black lace tank top with a leather jacket, black jeans, and some combat boots.

By the time Amelia finished doing your hair, it was already 5. "You ready? We'll be fine here, we can watch movies or something, don't worry about us." She reassured you. "I'm just worried about going on a date, I've never been on one remember? Everyone always has to insult me, you guys are the only ones that complimented me before Eddie did." "Awe come on, you'll have fun. You're an amazing person, and at least he's smart enough to see that." Scarlet said. "Yeah, and it seems like you guys have alot in common too." Said Lori.

After pep talking, there was knocking on your front door. You took a deep breath and opened it, to see Eddie standing there with some flowers. "You look gorgeous Y/N." He gawked at you, handing you the flowers. "This is straight out of a romance movie." You thought. You went into the kitchen, handing Amelia the flowers, unsure of what to do. "I'll take care of it, go on your date!" She exclaimed happily.

"You ready?" Eddie asked you while grabbing your hand. "I guess so? I don't know how this works. You're uh, my first date ever." You said looking down at the ground. "Well, I'm glad I get to be the first person to experience all of you. Everyone else is missing out." Eddie lifted your chin up to look at him with one of his fingers. "I'm being completely honest Y/N, you are the most amazing person I've ever met. One day, I'll make you realize it too." He softly kissed your lips, wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumbs.

You pulled away sniffling. "Thank you Eddie, I appreciate the things you've done and said. It means a lot to get complimented by someone besides my girls." He rested his forehead on yours, and you relaxed into the comfort of his presence. "Let's go, yeah?" He quietly said. You nodded, kissing him on the cheek before getting into the passenger seat. "I just have to go pick some stuff up, and then we can go. But you have to put this on, it's supposed to be a surprise. He leaned over, wrapping a blindfold over your eyes.

"Is this a date or am I being kidnapped so you don't have to compete against me tomorrow?" You joked. "Hmm, well I could be kidnapping you, you never know." You could see the smirk on his lips in your head, accepting the fact you'd have to not see for awhile. His hand rested on your thigh, and you came to a stop eventually. "No looking, I'll know if you do. I'll be right back." The door opened and shut close, and the anticipation was killing you. "This probably looks strange. A girl with a blindfold on, inside of a van." You laughed to yourself. Eddie came back quickly, putting the car in drive until you came to another stop.

"Alright we're here. But you still need to keep that on for a few minutes." You mentally rolled your eyes, waiting for him to come back. For what felt like an hour, Eddie came back and pulled you out of the van. "Alright just hold my hand and I'll guide you." The ground was rocky, and you almost tripped at least five times. He halted to a stop, and said "Ready?" before taking the blindfold off. Laid before you was a picnic blanket, with some pizza, snacks, and soda.

"Eddie, this is perfect." You said tearing up. "When you told me you liked picnics the other day, I knew what I had to do. I'm just glad you like it, I wasn't sure if you would." He said whilst rubbing the back of his neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at him with adoration. "What did I do to deserve you? You're perfect Eddie. I know it sounds crazy, and we've known eachother for two days, but I think we're meant to be together." You rambled on. He stopped you with a kiss. "I've been thinking the same thing darling." He breathed out.

You gently grabbed his face in your hands, attaching your lips to his. "I want to be with you Eddie." His face got immensely red, and this time was the one tearing up. "Will you be mine Y/N? I don't care that it's only been two days. I feel like I've known you forever. You're like the tuning keys to the frets on my guitar." You laughed, pecking his lips. "And you're like the iron to my maiden Eds." He scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around. He set you down on the blanket, sitting down across from you.

"To being with the finest lady in the land." He said, picking up a soda. "To being with the most chivalrous gentleman of this shit town." You replied, cheering to him with the other soda. The two of you talked for hours, while eating pizza. Occasionally, he would tackle you to the ground, peppering your face with kisses. It was almost dark out now, and you were both on your backs, looking at the night sky. His arm was underneath your neck, creating a makeshift pillow for you. You turned to him, laying your arm across his stomach. "Thank you Eddie, this was great. I can't believe I have to compete against my boyfriend tomorrow night."

"Don't worry Y/N, I'm rooting for you. As much as I want to see my bandmates be happy about winning, I really want to see my girl ecstatic about getting first place." "I feel the same way Eds, I want my girls to be happy, but you're really talented and I want to see the smile on your face when you win. " He chuckled, and hovered over you. "I think we should all play together one day, and rock out. Maybe Gareth will find a girlfriend from your band." "Hmm, maybe we could set him and Scarlet up? She's the lead vocal, the brunette one. Lori is the redhead, and Amelia is the blonde. But they're together now, if you couldn't tell by the way Lori's arm was wrapped around her at practice today."

"I did see that. I'm glad they're happy. I wish I could've had my arm wrapped around you earlier. Show everyone who's my girl." He kissed you passionately, and almost roughly. "Never wanna let you go." He said in between kisses. You tugged on his hair a bit, pulling him closer to you. "I never want to let you go either." He groaned, rubbing his hard on against you. "Can I make you feel good Eds? Just gotta teach me." You said in full confidence, kissing his neck roughly. "Baby you don't have to. I don't want you to feel forced to."

You grabbed him by the back of his neck, sucking on the sides of it harshly, making him let out a whimper. "I don't feel forced to, I promise. Just want to make you feel good like you did to me yesterday." He lifted off of you, laying on his back. You got up and hovered over him, kissing down his neck. "Can I take this off?" You asked, tugging at his shirt. He nodded, letting you take it off of him. You admired his bare chest and the tattoo on it, kissing down his v-line to his jeans. You looked up at him, wanting him to take them off.

You sat up, letting him pull his pants down to his ankles. You situated yourself onto his lap, grinding on him while kissing him. He groaned out, palming his dick. You moved his hand and went down in between his legs. Your hand wrapped around it, gently pumping it. "Am I doing this right?" You asked nervously. "Mhmm. The tip is real sensitive, try something with that." You bent your head down, sucking on the tip while pumping him a little faster. He moaned out your name, gripping your hair. "I guess I am doing a good job." You smirked, gaining more confidence. You hollowed your cheeks out, pushing your head down until your nose touched his stomach.

"Shit baby, you're a natural." One of your hands found their way to his balls, playing with them as you gagged on his dick, sucking on it harshly. His hands made a ponytail in your hair, and asked if he could guide your head. You hummed on his dick, nodding in approval. "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum soon Y/N." He moaned out, writhing underneath you. You let him guide your head, occasionally licking the tip of his cock. "Fucking shit, I'm gonna cum." You removed his hands from your hair, taking his balls into your hand again, and sucked him harder. You felt him twitch, and he moaned out your name, gripping at the blanket. You felt him release in your throat, making sure to swallow the warm substance.

You got up and planted a kiss to his lips. "Are you okay Eds?" "Yeah, I'm good. Just need a minute to catch my breath. Holy shit." You smiled and laid next to him, laying your head on his sweaty chest. After a few minutes, he stood up and put his clothes back on, helping you up. "It's getting late you should go back before your friends start to worry." You nuzzled into him in protest. "I just want to stay with you tonight. I meant it when I said I never want to let you go." You whined. "I know, me too. How bout tomorrow night we have a sleepover after the show?" He suggested.

You didn't let go of him, insisting you stay out longer. "Come on, my girl needs her beauty sleep before the show tomorrow." He hugged you tightly before letting go of you. "I'm gonna clean this stuff up alright? Go relax in the van." You huffed, bending down to pick up the trash. "I'm not making you pick this up alone dumbass." He picked up the blanket, guiding you back to his van. You sang with him on the way home, wishing you could stay with him longer. "Goodnight sweetheart I'll see you tomorrow. Get some rest, my rockstar needs energy to kick everyone's ass tomorrow." You smiled, leaning over to him, kissing him goodnight.

You walked into the house, finding the girls in the basement. "Soo, how'd your date go?" Amelia asked. "It was amazing, we had a picnic and stargazed." You smiled sheepishly. "He better treat you right or I'll beat his ass." Lori remarked. "I'm so glad you had fun Y/N, just make sure those feelings don't get in the way tomorrow. We still gotta win." Scarlet said. "Yeah I know. I'm gonna go shower, and I'll come back down after." You went up the stairs, grabbing a t-shirt and some shorts for bed. You shaved your legs, washed your hair, and pondered about your date. "I can't believe I have a boyfriend. Wow."

Afteryour shower, you picked out your outfit for tomorrow. Fishnet leggings with your combat boots, a black leather skirt, the tanktop you had made for the band, and the black leather jacket. The tanktop was black with a small v-neck, and the words Punkette Tigers on the back, with a tiger on the front. You went back down to the basement, "You guys remembered the band tank tops right?" You asked them. They all nodded, yawning. "We can just sleep if you want, I'll make us a big breakfast tomorrow, and we can sleep in until about 11? Get some sleep in before we go rehearse at 5? I think I'm too tired to go get everything from the van and practice tonight."

"That sounds good, I'm beat." Lori said laying down. Amelia rolled her eyes, "You're always tired." "Yeah because I'm too busy gawking at you and thinking of you every second." She retorted, pulling Amelia down next to her. You and Scarlet laughed, smiling at the pair. "Alright, well goodnight guys." Eddie flooded your thoughts yet again, still in disbelief he was your boyfriend. "How could someone so perfect be mine? Is it some sort of cruel joke? No, he clearly isn't lying about his feelings for me." Your thoughts spiraled, and you laid in bed half the night tossing and turning, wondering if Eddie was telling the truth, or if he was softening you up so Corroded Coffin could win.

You kept repeating in your head positive things, such as Eddie sticking up for you to that old asshole at the shop, constantly calling you beautiful, and how he remembered that you liked picnics, and took you on your first date to one. Eventually, you fell asleep, thinking of how peaceful and safe you felt around him. You were woken up by Scarlet shaking you, and rays of sunlight blinding you. "Y/N, it's 11, are you gonna get up?" You groaned, throwing the blankets over your face. "No, I tossed and turned all night, go away and wake me up in an hour." "Well, okay. But you need to get up at 12."

"Fine. Just go away, I'm tired." Scarlet sighed and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind her. Once you were sure she was gone, you got up and locked your door, setting an alarm for 12:30. Once your head hit the bed again, you knocked right out. You were awoken by the annoying sound of your alarm clock, so you rolled over and turned it off. "Ugh. If I have time to nap before the show, I'm taking a damn nap, fuck this." You got out of bed, deciding that a cold shower to rinse off would wake you up.

The cold water stung your body, jolting you awake. You quickly got out and dried off, throwing sweatpants and a t-shirt on. "I see you guys have already ate. Sorry about that, I couldn't sleep last night." "It's okay Y/N, you made dinner for us and invited us to stay, so we decided to make you some food." Smiled Amelia as she walked over with a plate of chips and a BLT. "We did the dishes from last night too." Lori chimed in. "We wanted to thank you for being such a great friend, and bandmate. Without you, we wouldn't have had this band, and had opportunities like this competition. We've become a family, and it's all because of you." Scarlet said, tearing up.

You felt a warmth in your chest, and pulled them in for a group hug. "I love you guys so much, let's kick some ass tonight. Since everything's already in the van, we could probably leave at 4:00, unload, and practice twice backstage before the show. And if I have time, you bet your asses I'm taking a nap." They all laughed, agreeing to let you nap until 2:30. You finished eating and went to your room, throwing the sweatpants on the floor, falling asleep under the blankets. As promised, you were woken up at 2:30 sharp.

You washed off your face, and applied some makeup. Once you were finished with that, you went and grabbed your outfit for tonight's show. You left the leather jacket off though, you wouldn't be needing it until you got there. Amelia was in charge of everyone's hair, which took about an hour. Lori refused to let Amelia do anything besides straighten her hair. Scarlet's hair was curled, Amelia had her hair up, and she did your hair in a half-up style. Admiring your bandmates, all adorning the same Punkette Tigers tanktop. They each had their own personal touches for the rest of their outfits; Lori with her signature black lipstick, Scarlet with red lips and red heels, and Amelia with some thigh high boots, with dark purple eyeshadow. Your signature look was of course the fishnets and the combat boots.

"Alright, let's head out." Lori said, racing out the front door. You blasted your song for the competition, Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts to get everyone's adrenaline pumping. Once you arrived, you all lugged the equipment out, bringing it backstage. You signed in for the band, and went to go look for Eddie. You saw the familiar head of curls and smiled, walking up to him, poking his sides. "Guess who?" "Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe it's a mysterious but beautiful lady behind me." He turned around, engulfing you in a big hug. "Hi sweetheart. You feeling okay?" You nodded, deciding to wait to tell him about your lack of sleep last night.

"Just a little nervous, but Scarlet and Lori are hyping Amelia and I up. It's not the fact that we're performing, I'm just scared to compete and be judged, especially because we're the only all-girl metal band around here." "I know for a fact that you'll do great, and if I hear any boos or protests, I'll personally go beat them up myself. Gareth said he'd join in too. Speaking of, Y/N, this is Gareth." A brunette boy with curly and somewhat short hair stuck his hand out for you to shake. "So you're the one Munson won't shut up about." He laughed. "I guess I am." You replied, reaching out to shake his hand.

"Well I gotta go practice, I'll see you later Eds. It was nice meeting you." You said while waving goodbye to Gareth. You and the girls practiced twice, and sat in chairs waiting for the competition to start. It was agonizingly slow waiting to get called up, but once you heard "The next band to play in 5 minutes is the Punkette Tigers, who will be performing Bad Repuation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts!" The announcer said.

You took a deep breath, and took a few sips of water before grabbing your amp and guitar. You set it up on stage with your girls, going back for your mic. You bumped into someone, immediately knowing it was Eddie. "Good luck out there sweetheart, you'll do amazing. I'll be cheering you guys on from back here." He gave you a hug, kissing your forehead before letting you go back on stage. You have the girls all reassuring looks, waiting for the announcer to say you could start.

"Deep breaths, we got this." Scarlet said, mainly talking to Amelia. "Don't look at me, look at Y/N. I'm ready to kick these assholes a state over." You didn't realize you were nervous until Amelia pointed it out. Your breaths were getting shallow and you were anxiously tapping your fingers. You smiled weakly at them, looking over to see Eddie giving you a thumbs up, mouthing "You got this." You took a deep breath in, and nodded to the girls. "Ready to win guys?" Your burst of confidence came back.

"Hell yeah." Lori said. "Alright, it looks like they're ready to start, give it up for the Punkette Tigers!" The announcer yelled. Amelia and Lori started off with the guitar and drums, Scarlet belting out the lines "I don't give a damn about my reputation." You joined in, strumming your guitar, tapping your feet to the beat. "No no no." You sang in the background. Halfway through the song, Scarlet started walking around while singing, coming up to each of you. Lori was head banging while playing her drums.

The ending of the song was coming up, and you started putting more than your all into it. The four of you sang the last sentence "And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation." "Oh no, not me, oh no, not me." Lori sang. Cheers erupted throughout the seats in the lawn, and you all bowed. "Thank you everybody, have a good night!" You said walking off stage with your guitar. "Holy shit! They loved us!" Amelia screamed in joy.

"We rocked that stage." Lori joined in. "Great job girls!" Scarlet said, high fiving everyone. Before you could tell everyone what a good job they did, Eddie came and twirled you around. "There's my girl, I told you you'd be amazing. Holy shit." You smiled, pecking his lips. "I was so nervous but these girls, they're the reason we did it. Without them, we wouldn't have a band." You smiled adoringly at all of them. "Don't listen to her. If it wasn't for her we wouldn't even know each other." Lori scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, looking back and Eddie. "Anyways. Thank you for the encouragement from the side, it was very cute. Now it's my turn to do the same for you." You kissed him, holding his face centimeters from yours. "You got this Eddie, believe in yourself and in your hand. You're amazing. Go show Hawkins how great you are." He gave you a hug before being called onto the stage. "And next we have Corroded Coffin, performing the second half of Master of Puppets by Metallica!"

Eddie ran out onto the stage, looking over to you and smiling. You watched as he was full of joy, strumming away at his guitar. His fingers moved so skillfully, his tongue poking out at the hardest riff of the song. Once the song ended, he let out one last dramatic strum, running off the stage. "Holy shit!! It sounds so good with the rest of the band playing, I can't wait to see the outcome of the eight of us playing together sometime." You pulled him into a hug, whispering words of encouragement into his ear.

A few more bands went on, and it was time for the winner to be announced. "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the judges have come to a tie. Would Corroded Coffin and the Punkette Tigers please step out on the stage?" You and Eddie walked out hand in hand, letting go once you separated across from eachother. A judge who looked in their late twenties spoke up, saying "I admire an all-girl metal band. It really sticks out here in Hawkins, and I think the bravery and sisterhood is a very good component. I loved the energy and how into the music you all were." You nodded, waiting for another judge to speak.

"As for Corroded Coffin, I am shocked you learned Master of Puppets in such a short time, seeing as it's only been out for a month. I applaud you on the hard work and dedication in learning this song." He said to them. The third judge looked between both bands, saying "I enjoyed both equally, so I believe it must be up to the audience on who wins this." The announcer yelled Corroded Coffin, and an applause broke out in the crowd. He then yelled out Punkette Tigers, and screams erupted. After a few minutes of the judges going back and forth, the announcer walked up with a trophy.

"The winner of this years battle of the bands is... the Punkette Tigers!" He handed you the trophy, your mouth open in shock. "I told y'all girls can do things!!" Lori said flipping everyone off. Amelia started absolutely losing her shit, jumping up and down, and even kissed Lori right there on the stage. Scarlet took the microphone, telling everyone thank you. Your mouth was still agape, shocked that you won against Eddie's band after hearing how amazing they were.

"Princess you won!" Eddie yelled, wrapping his arms around you. Reality hits you once you feel his touch. "Holy shit!" You started screaming while tearing up. You launched from his arms and took your girls into a group hug, telling them how proud you were of them. You all got off the stage, and you handed the trophy to Scarlet, turning around to Eddie. "I still think you kicked our ass tonight, you guys are amazing." You hugged him and looked up at him.

"Y/N you deserve this, I'm beyond proud of you right now. Do you guys want to celebrate? The guys and I agreed on all going out somewhere so our friends could meet eachother." "I'll go ask them, but I'm not sure what they'll say." You walked towards them, watching with pride as they reveled over the fact they won. "Corroded Coffin wants to know if they can take us out somewhere to celebrate and to get to know each other because of Eddie and I."

"I could go for a milkshake right now. Besides, I gotta know what's so interesting about this Eddie guy. The other day you looked like you wanted to rip his insides out from anger." Lori laughed. "Oh Scarlet, Eddie thinks we should set you and Gareth up. He's the one with the long ish curly hair." You giggled. "You're already trying to get me a boyfriend? I guess it would make sense seeing as I'm the only single one here now. Yeah, why not?" She shrugged.

You ran over to Eddie jumping in his arms. "They said yes, and Scarlet said she'd give Gareth a chance. Gotta make sure they talk tonight so they can feel each others vibes before going on a date." He planted kisses all over your face, carefully setting you down before asking "I'll meet you at your van and we can decide where to go?" "We were thinking the milkshake place on third street, if that's okay with you guys." "Sweetheart, they don't give a shit, they're all starving. We'll pack up and meet you there." You and the girls got all of the equipment in the van and drove off for some milkshakes.

You decided on sitting outside so there'd be room for everyone to sit at a table. You and the girls were ordering your food and shakes when Eddie and his friends walked in. "Hey Eds, we're sitting outside, meet you there?" You said before grabbing your food walking out. After an hour of talking and getting to know everyone, you all headed home. Eddie was going to spend the night at your house once everyone was dropped off and after he grabbed some clothes to wear.

Once the girls were dropped off, you went home lugging your amp inside. You caught your breath before going to get your guitar and the trophy. The next time the band hungout, you were all going to set the trophy somewhere in the basement, where it all started. You were about to shower when you heard knocking at the door. Assuming it was Eddie, you swung the door open and saw him standing there with a smile on his face.

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart." He said engulfing you in his arms. You relaxed into his embrace, staying there for a few minutes before pulling him inside. "I was about to shower but you can stay in my room if you want." "Got room for one more? I'm sweaty and ya know, saving water." He winked. "I guess so... Uh, sure." You grabbed his hand leading him to the bathroom. You brushed your hair and wiped your makeup off before removing your clothes, hopping in the warm water.

He followed you in, attempting to hog the water. "Eddie what are you doing?" You laughed. He didn't reply, he just spun you so you were under the water. "Can I wash your hair?" He asked. "Only if I get to wash yours." You replied back. "You're lucky your my girl, I don't let anyone touch my hair besides Uncle Wayne when he trims it." You took some shampoo massaging it into his scalp, letting him rinse it out. Then you took some conditioner, making sure to put most of it on his ends, before rubbing a little bit into his scalp.

Once he was done rinsing it, he turned around and did the same to you, except he started massaging your shoulders. "Mm. Feels good." You sighed leaning against him. "I might have to give you a massage before bed sweetheart, you're very tense." He whispered into your ear. You felt something poke your ass, making you jump a little. "Sorry sweetheart, you're just so pretty, can't help it." He groaned. "You're going to have to wait a few minutes, we gotta finish washing up." You said cheekily.

Eddie ferociously scrubbed his body, jumping out of the shower to dry off. You couldn't help but laugh while drying yourself off, deciding to stay wrapped in a towel, knowing where this was going. Eddie was sitting on your bed, the towel wrapped around his waist. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, his hair dripping making water going down his chest. "Come here pretty girl." He growled. A sudden wave of confidence hit you, and you dropped the towel walking towards him to straddle him.

He groaned out, bucking his hips into you. "Baby you didn't think I'd be able to shower with you and not end up like this did you? You're so gorgeous, wanna make you feel good." He flipped you onto your back, kissing up your neck to your lips. "So perfect." He said against them. You pulled at his hair, wanting more. Your hips bucked up, wanting to feel him inside of you. "Want you to take my virginity Eds." You whined out. He stopped for a minute, cupping a hand around your cheek. "Are you sure you want this Y/N? I want it to be special." He asked softly.

"Eddie, you are special. Anything with you is special, I'm ready." You said in a serious tone. He got up and grabbed a condom out of his jeans, putting the package next to you. "Here, lay across the bed like you usually would, gotta make sure you're comfortable." He said while letting you adjust. He took the towel off climbing on top of you. "If you ever want me to stop, tell me. I won't be upset, I promise." "I will Eddie. Are you comfortable with this though? I don't want you to do it if you don't want to."

"Sweetheart if this is what you want, this is what I'll give you. Been wanting to do this since I laid my eyes on you." He said before kissing your neck, making sure to leave hickeys on it. Your hands entangled into his wet hair, moaning at the feeling of his lips. His hands caressed your body, making sure to touch every inch of it. He kissed his way down to your chest, sucking on one of your nipples while toying with the other one. You whimpered, bucking your hips up again. He smiled against you, coming up to kiss you while he played with both your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling wetness drip down to your ass. "Please Eds, so wet for you." You whined. "You're so impatient, but since you're being so nice.." He lifted off of you, making his way between your thighs. He ran a finger up your slit, before pushing it inside of you, pumping in and out while his tongue worked on your clit. "Fucking shit." You moaned, back arching. He stared up at you, his doe eyes now blown out with lust. He stuck another finger in, crooking them up to hit your sensitive spot. "E- Eddie. I want to cum with you, not right n-now." You whimpered.

He pulled away, grabbing the condom and putting it on. He situated his hips between your thighs, leaning down to kiss you. "Are you ready? It might hurt a little bit." He said, holding one of your hands. You nodded, and spread your legs farther open. He gently pushed the tip of his throbbing cock in, making you wince. "It's okay, keep going. Just keep holding my hand please." You said to him. He squeezed your hand a little tighter, slowly pushing the entirety of his length inside of you.

This was an unknown feeling, but you wanted more. Your hips bucked up once before he asked "It's okay baby, I got you. Relax." He kissed the top of your head before slowly pulling in and out of you. The pain turned into pleasure, and soon you were begging him to go faster. He picked his pace up, slamming into you. Your eyes rolled back, and you were a moaning mess underneath him. "You feel so g-good." You stuttered. "Princess you're doing so well for me. Your pussy feels so good around my cock, might not last much longer." He moaned out in response.

His thumb found it's way to your clit, tracing circles on it. Your body tensed up, feeling like you couldn't breathe. "Eddie I'm gonna-." You felt your walls clench, eyes rolled back, and toes curling, letting yourself cum all over him. "Shit baby, I'm almost there. Cum for me one more time, I know you can." He leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue into your mouth while still pounding into you, thumb still playing with your clit. "Come on pretty girl, cum with me." He panted in your ear.

Before you could respond, your walls clenched again, and you let out a scream. You could feel his body tense up, and he released into the condom, plopping down next to you. The both of you caught your breath and you looked over at him, blurting out "I love you Eddie. I don't care that it's been 3 days since we met, I love you and I think you're my soulmate." He didn't respond, so you covered your mouth, wishing you hadn't said anything.

He looked over at you, blinking tears away. "I love you too Y/N, so much. I want to spend forever with you." You were both crying now, enjoying each others love and comfort. You laid into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Who would've known that a band competition and a broken down van brought us together." You said before falling asleep.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE!!!! I have 2 jobs, college, and mental health issues, but I'm glad it's finally done. I apologize, I'm not the best at enemies to lovers, but I love this one so much😫

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut

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venomous--fics · 3 years

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@geekgirlofarchangels Requested: Hi! (I just wanted to say that I love your writing, it's amazing)😍

Can I request Eddie Brock x reader, who bake sweets for him, basically try to show her love for him in many ways in a day to day basis, and when she decides to tell him that she loves him, she sees him with Anne and misunderstand everything.

She panics, but ends fluff? Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language

A/N: No worries!! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!! Day 6! So many more to go!

"I think I need better piping tips." You said, looking over to Eddie for some reassurance.

The man had a one track mind, and right now, the only thing he could think of was the cookies you had in the oven. He's been staring at it for the last five minutes.

"A watched pot never boils." You said, finally catching his attention.

"And watched cookies never bake." he retorted turning around to look at the cake you'd be decorating, "I think it looks nice."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"You're not just being cute and nice, right?"

"What would I gain from lying? Name one thing."

"More sweets?"

"That is true, but I don't have to lie to get those."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you moved the cake to the other counter so that way you had room for the cookies. Before you, Eddie wasn't really the type of guy to have a sweet tooth, but oh boy you sure did change that. You worked at a bakery, and you were still practicing your skills any chance you got.

Eddie was a good and somewhat unbiased judge. He never lied to you, but he was never mean about anything either. If something needed worked on, he'd tell you nicely.

"Why are you stressing so much about your decorating skills anyways? I think you're amazing at it."

"My boss really wants me to start helping out in the decorating area..I was just worried that I was totally going to suck." You set your piping bag off to the side and wiped off your hands, "I just want to make sure I can do everything perfectly."

"You got this. It'll be a breeze for you. I mean, c'mon, look at it. It's really good."

You took a moment to really admire your cake. Yeah, it was pretty good.

Eddie really was so nice and loving to you. He was nothing like any of the other people you'd chosen to spend your time with before. Eddie actually wanted to do things with you, and he was constantly dragging you along for new adventures, and actually paid attention to your wants and needs.

You really liked him. Well, if you were being honest, you were really hopelessly in love with him. And you wanted to tell him, and you were sure he felt the same, but you really wanted to make it special.

Should you write it in icing on a cookie? Or maybe he was a bit tired of cookies. Maybe he'd expect you to do that since you're a baker and all. Maybe you should just tell him. Face to face.

You both left for work, saying your goodbyes and sharing a kiss or two. You were going to tell him after work. It'd finally be a weight off your chest to finally say just how you felt.

Despite having a seemingly normal day, you began to feel a little puzzled towards lunch. Normally, somehow, someway, Eddie always found his way to your work. It was bizarre how your lunch breaks always lined up, but you were sure he did that on purpose.

He didn't show up today, so you spent your break alone. You'd texted him to have a good rest of the day at work, but he never texted back. Maybe he just got busy, you told yourself.

You managed to clock out and make your way home, and still no response from Eddie. He wasn't even home yet. It was 6:45. Normally, he's home way before you. You shrugged it off as a late day at the office as you changed out of your work clothes.

Eddie got home at about 7:15 pm, and didn't say much as to why that was. He was his normal cheery self. He doted on you as usual, and you two ate together. Every thing was fine, but it didn't feel fine.

Things continued on like that for a few days. You had this persistent nagging feeling that Eddie was hiding something, and it was getting in the way of talking to him. It was getting far too annoying to ignore.

Today, one of your rare days off, you decided to hell with it. You were going to make Eddie a nice dinner and just tell him. Maybe then the nagging feeling would go away. Maybe you were just nervous because this was a huge thing to say, especially to Eddie.

You were making your way downtown, to the store, to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. Your list was short, so this really shouldn't take too long. You walked passed a café that you and Eddie frequented, and your body froze just a few steps passed the big front window. The hell was that?

You must've been seeing things. Surely you hadn't seen what you thought you saw, right? Not wanting to be seen, just in case your eyes weren't tricking you, you turned your body a little. You couldn't believe it. There was was. Even if all you saw was the back of his head, you knew it was him solely because of who was sitting across from him at the little table.

"Anne?" you asked yourself quietly.

She looked like she was in good spirits today. Her smile was warm and inviting as always, and it looked like she was chuckling at something Eddie had just said. You couldn't look away.

Why would he do this to you? Are you really surprised? After all, he did love her first. Maybe he never really loved you to begin with.

You made your way back to the apartment to gather your thoughts. There was to be a rational explanation for this. They weren't doing anything bad, but, you did find yourself worrying because...Well, you know, it was Anne.

For the first time in years, you felt angry. How could he do that to you? You should just leave and just call him later and tell him that you're never coming back. You froze halfway to the door once you realized what had really happened. Eddie chose her. And you knew that time after time he'd do it again.

You felt stupid. You felt a few tears slip out and you tried to fight them off, but that only seemed to make it worse. The door opened, and the sound of keys hitting the counter caught your attention.

"Oh!" Eddie said, "You're home! Good, I have- Hey, are you okay?"

You just stared at him.

He walked over, attempting to comfort you, but you took a few steps back, causing him to freeze. He looked wounded.

"Did something happen?" he asked, lowering his hands.

"I don't know," You said bitterly, "Why don't you go ask Anne?"

"Anne?" Then it registered, "Oh! Oh, no, babe, that's-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Eddie! How could you do that to me? How could you string me along and then just backstab me like that."

"No!" He really wanted to hold you, but he knew he had to refrain, "No, no, no! It wasn't like that. I swear!"

"I can't even look at you." You rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door. "God! I'm so, so stupid!"

Eddie listened to your slightly muffled yelling for a minute or two before moving over to the door to open it.

"I shouldn't even be here anymore!" You shouted, throwing open the door, "I have to go."

You tried to move past Eddie, but as a reflex, he grabbed your arm, "Please don't do that."

You tugged and pulled, but you couldn't wiggle free. He wasn't holding too tight, and he wasn't hurting you. You just couldn't get free, "Let go of me!"

"I swear I'd never do that to you!" He pleaded, "Will you just let me explain?"

You stopped fighting and just stared helplessly ahead, "What is there to explain, huh? You don't love me like I love you, so there's nothing left to talk about."

"You love me?"

"Of course I do! But it's obvious that you don't love me! So, just, let go!"

"I love you too!" He said loudly.

It's like the whole world stopped in that moment as your head whipped around to look at him. He looked like his whole world was about to end. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go down.

"I love you." he repeated, "I- I'm so sorry I didn't say it sooner. I..I got nervous so I, as stupid as it sounds, I went to Anne for advice."

Your whole body relaxed as you listened to him.

"I wasn't sure how to say it- Or, I guess, say it right." Eddie sighed a little, "I asked her what I should do. She was always better at this stuff. She gave me this bright idea of a movie and dinner...But it seems like that's all out the window now."

You realized your mistake, "Eddie, I'm sorry...I didn't want it to happen like this either. I had a plan too, and I guess I ruined it."

"I should've just told you. I was just scared you wouldn't feel the same."

"Wouldn't feel the same?" You wanted to sound offended at the thought, "Eddie, why do you think I do all these nice things for you? I wanted to tell you for ages, but I just couldn't."

Eddie let go of your arm, and pulled you into a hug. He hugged you like his life depended on it. You hugged back before sighing, "This really isn't how I wanted this to go."

"I know." he said, "Doesn't make it any less true, does it?"

You shook your head.

"I mean it. I really do love you. I just wanted to make sure I did everything right this time." He sounded disappointed with himself, "I guess I'm always going to screw some things up."

"That's okay." You reassured, "I don't know if you noticed, but I ruined this whole thing. Your plan, my plan. All of it."

"I wouldn't say ruined." Eddie pulled back to look at you, "I'd just say this was a little out of the ordinary."

"Do you still want to go out for dinner? Is that still in the cards?" You asked curiously.

"Of course. Why don't we just take a breather for a little bit."

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #venom imagine #venom x reader

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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Chilled - Spencer Reid x Reader

WARNINGS: I mean, this is a cm fic so theres gonna be some gore involved, but nothing too insane. If you do get squeamish really easily though, this might not be the fic for you?

The air finally started to have a certain chill to it, one that no matter what you wore, you felt it in your bones. That paired with your day job left you feeling no warmth, not even if you were lit on fire yourself. And now, in the middle of January, you and the team have to travel to North Dakota, of all places, for a pretty touchy case. Since it was an above average winter, snowstorms were pelting the state at a quite alarming rate. This posed the perfect opportunity for the unsub they were hunting - as they would dump the bodies in huge snow drifts. The local authorities only started to find the bodies when snow started to develop an off putting color.

“Remember to bundle up my lovelies, you are going to be braving some serious sub zero tempetratures! I don’t want any of my favorite agents turning into popsicles.” Garcia says as she’s handing out the files to everyone at the round table. Peeling back the manilla folder, you almost wish you hadn’t. The discoloration on the snow was perfectly nauseating and what made your heart drop more was the shape that the corpses were in. There was clear evidence of asphyxiation and stab wounds on the body and, however, something didn’t feel perfectly right about the way that the person died. Not being able to put a finger on the thought, you slid the manilla folder into your bag and stood up like the rest of your team.

“C’mon, Y/N/N, better get going, yeah?” Derek asks, waiting for you to start walking. You nod and start walking out with everyone else, only for you all to get stopped by Erin Strauss. “Hello agents, before you leave, we wanted to leave you all with something.” Standing up on your toes to peer over the guys in front of you - seriously, did Hotch, Morgan, and Reid have to be so tall? - you get a look at what she and some of her own agents were holding. Pristine new FBI jackets with those classic faux fur lined hoods were folded in her hands along with what looked like windbreaker sweatpants. “So you don’t get cold.” Erin states plainly, passing the clothing out to the squad.

“Wow, these are great!” Emily said excitedly, threading her fingers through the faux fur.

“And to think I packed three different windbreakers,” you joke, taking your time to unzip the jacket and slide your arms through it. You sigh and as the material instantly makes you feel a lot cozier.

“Jackets like these were actually first invented somewhat recently in 1936,” Spencer starts.

“‘Recently’?” you quip, flashing Spencer a smile.

“They were invented by a man named Eddie Bauer who almost lost his life to hypothermia when he went on a mid-winter fishing trip.” Chuckling a little, Derek patted Spencer on the back and jogged quickly to the plane due to Virginia’s January chill.

“If you're cold now, Morgan, I don’t know how you’re gonna react when we step out of the plane in North Dakota!” JJ laughs, earning a nudge from Emily.

Finally, everyone piles onto the plane, taking up seats and instantly turning on the seat warmers. You settle gently in the window seat of the two-seater, and Spencer quickly joins you.

“Mind if I sit?” He asks, motioning to the seat to your left.

“Not at all,” you smile. Both you and Spencer considered the other as good friends, maybe even best friends. You started a mere two years after Spencer did. Since the two of you were around the same age - him a few years older - and were newer to the force, you found instant solace and comradery in the other. Over the years, you and Spencer became a lot closer. Whether it was caring and being there for him when he had his dilaudid scare or either of you sleeping over at the other’s houses when the nightmares became too much, you developed a strong relationship full of trust.

“All I’m saying is that if we get there and it looks like the frozen planet Hoth, I’m going to be pissed.” You joke as the plane starts its descent.

“Oh come on Y/N, pretty boy will wrap you up in his jacket to keep you warm.” Derek said, ruffling Spencer’s hair. A light blush graced both of your faces as you began to gather any strewn files.

“Let’s not tease, Morgan, Capisci?” Rossi says, giving you a gentle smile. Rossi was always nice to you. He provided a much needed parental figure at the BAU, giving you tough love or a gentle guiding hand when needed. Soon enough, the squad was able to leave the place and be driven over to the local police precinct. The details that the police chief had were dished out to the team and talked over multiple times. It was tough, to say the least. They had no leads, no suspects, and no new facts.

= 3 Days Later =

Energy for the team was at an all time low. The heating was starting to slowly die, new bodies kept showing up everyday, and you were still no where close to finishing this investigation.

“Let’s go over everything again.” Hotch begins, his statement being said for the third time within 2 hours. “The victims are buried beneath at least 2 feet of snow, it takes between 1 and 3 days for anybody to recognize anything’s up, and there are stab wounds and evidence of asphyxiation…” Hotch droned on which led you to faze out a bit. All you could think of were your cold body, your cold feet, and your cold ass fingers. That’s when you realized something.

“O-oh my God.” You say, standing straight up as you re-examine the pictures. All eyes in the room turn towards you, curious. You start to pace the room as you hold the crime scene photos in your hands. “I know that there are stab wounds and asphyxiation evidence, but neither of those are what killed them. The wounds are in non-fatal areas of the body and the asphyxiation wasn’t severe enough to fully kill them.” You say, your mind going miles a minute.

“So what are you saying killed them?” JJ asks, leaning forward.

“Hypothermia,” you breath out, “the stab wounds prevent the victim from getting anywhere too far and look at the frostbite on the hands,” you say pointing to the darkened limbs.

“It’s progressed far enough to make your hypothesis possible.” Spencer says, standing up as well.

“Okay, so where could the unsub be keeping his victims in a place remote enough to leave them out in the cold?” Rossi asks, looking between you and Hotch.

“Garcia?” Hotch simply says, listening into the speaker on the table.

“Already there captain, I’m sending you the locations now.” Penelope sends three different locations to the squad making everyone gather around the computer.

“Alright Prentiss and Morgan go to the first one, Reid and L/N to the second, and Rossi and I will take the third, let’s move!” He says quickly. Everyone gathers their things and you and Spencer share a look and nod. Each duo climbs into their own car equipped with cold weather tools and sped off to the different locations.

“Great find Y/N,” Spencer says, giving you a reassuring look. You flash a weary smile at him and step on the gas, speeding off to the location.

The place looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie. There’s an old raggedy windmill on the left of a shabby wooden cabin, bordered by huge fir trees.

“My God, this place is terrifying.” You murmur, pulling your gloves on and your gun out of your belt. Spencer is on your right as you start to slowly make you way towards the building. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a tiny little shack just south of the windmill. “Spence, you take the house and I’ll take the shack, okay?” you whisper, making sure that no one else but him could hear you. Spencer looks a little shocked at you.

“Y-Y/N, are you kidding? We need to stick together on this!” He says quietly, grabbing your hand. For some reason, neither of you are shocked at his action. You only squeeze his hand tighter.

“I’ll be fine Spence, I promise. We’ll get a cup of hot chocolate after this, okay?” You say, giving him a small grin. Spencer nods back giving you a smile as well.

“Yeah but you’ll just ruin yours with too much whipped cream and cinnamon. It totally defeats the purpose of the hot chocolate.” He quips back. You give him a quiet laugh and nod, squeezing his hand one last time before you head towards the shack. It was a ways away from the main house making your trek a little longer than Spencers, but you finally made it to the small wooden building. You drew in a breath as you began to see footprints with small bits of red in them. Your gloved hand reaches for your flashlight. You jump as you hear increasing steps behind you and turn around quickly, aiming your gun and squinting your eyes until you realize it was nothing but a deer passing by behind you.

Be cool, Y/N, you’re fine. You’re good.

You kick open the door to find the unsub about to attack a near naked girl, knife in hand and a wild look in his eyes.

“FBI stop what you’re doing right now, drop the knife!” You yell. The man turns around to face you, knife still in hand and charging towards you. You fire a quick shot to his leg making him stumble, kick away the knife from his hand, and cuff him. You finally turn your eyes onto the girl who was terrified. “It’s okay, you’re okay now,” You say, helping her stand. That’s when you notice the condition that she was in. Her lips were almost purple now, the rest of her skin turning blue. You shrug your jacket and long sleeve shirt off of you as fast as you could putting both of them on her. You stuff your gloves on her hands and shimmy out of your windbreaker pants, leaving you in nothing but athletic shorts and a tank top. Screw it, you could bear these sub zero temperatures in these clothes for a few minutes, this girl needed warmth. An instant chill settled into your bones making your teeth chatter in seconds. You shout for Spencer as you help the girl to the door and make the unsub stand up, dragging him in front of you. Your friend finally came into view, running at full speed towards you.

“Y/N, oh my god, are you okay?” He asks you. You nod as you let out a sigh, already knowing that your lips are starting to stray towards periwinkle. You could see the rest of the team running towards the shack. Derek took care of handling the unsub while Emily helped the girl back towards the vans, surely to help try and heat her up.

“I’m pissed,” you chatter out, causing Spencer to raise an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and start rubbing your hands along your bare forearms, trying to generate any kind of warmth. “This place looks exactly like Hoth, and Morgan is gonna end up being right because I would kind of love to have your jacket right now.” You chatter-laugh, one of the weirdest sounds to ever come out of your mouth. Quickly nodding, Spencer starts to shed his jacket off of you, but stops halfway. “Spencer what the hell are you doing, my fingers are all already numb, it’s gonna hurt like hell to warm them back up.”

“I actually have a more efficient idea, but we might want to go into the car first.” Giving no complaints, you and Spencer raced back to the backseat of a car, waiting for him to blast the heat. He does so, but it’s still not warming you up.

“Is this seriously what you had in mind? Because I’m still feeling like a popsicle and Garcia will be very made to hear that.” You say chuckling nervously.

“No, it’s this,” Spencer says, opening the front of his jacket. He brings you close to him and rezips the jacket, making you pressed right up against him. Not that you would go around talking to it about just anyone, but he was built underneath that cotton gray shirt.

“Sp-Spence what are you doing?” You whisper-yell quietly, your cheeks burning up.

“Skin to skin, it’s one of the quickest ways to get warm.” What was interesting was that you weren’t really opposed to being in this position with Spencer. Actually, you kind of really like it. You get to feel his heartbeat and snuggle your head under his chin, which makes Spencer flush this time.

“Spencer,” you whisper, causing him to glance down at you.

“Yeah?” He murmurs back. You feel his heartbeat quicken, affirming what you were hypothesizing.

“Can you hold me?” You ask. He had never heard your voice speak so softly and so… lovingly. He felt special being able to hear you like this, seeing you like this. He always loved the fact that the two of you were such great friends and were able to confide in eachother, but he wanted more now. He wanted to see you like this a little bit more. So, he did as you asked and wrapped his arms around your cold frame, dismissing the cold that transferred into his body from yours. After a few minutes you were starting to feel a lot better but made no effort to leave. Instead, you snuggled into him more and let your hands splay out against his chest. You heard him hum lightly, pressing you further closer to him.

“Y/N.” He whispers this time.

“Yeah?” You respond, looking at him. The two of you make eye-contact and make no effort to break it.

“Can our hot chocolate outing be considered a date?” He asks, his face now mere inches away from yours. You nod instantly and bring your face closer to his.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, bringing one of your hands to cup his cheek. Spencer doesn’t even wait to nod, he just closes the gap in between you. The kiss was sweet and tender, like gingerbread cookies right out of the oven. Spencer now brings both of his hands to your cheeks and deepens the kiss, making you melt into him. Things were starting to get a little more intense, that is, until the door to the car opens causing snow to blow onto the seats.

“HEY! IT IS FREEZING OUTSIDE AND-” You cut your words off as you see Morgan, JJ, and Prentiss looking at you and Spencer, all with smirks on their faces. You see two faces turn a little more frustrated, digging into their pockets and fishing out twenty dollars each. Emily smirks and takes the bills from JJ and Morgan, earning groans from the two of them.

“Y’all seriously couldn’t pace things?” Stumped, you look at them with your mouth hanging open.

“You bet on us?” Spencer says, his voice raising in volume.” Chuckling, the three of them close the door to the car leaving just you and Spencer, flabbergasted.

“So how about that hot chocolate now?”

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babytortie · 3 years

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band-aid kisses

band-aid kisses ❘ eddie kaspbrak x reader.

summary: in which the reader gets frustrated with eddie’s obliviousness and attempts one last time with a big gesture that he wouldn’t misinterpret.

warnings: some fluff, slightly heated scene and teasing. <3

contains: eddie kaspbrak being a smug brat.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are seniors and 18 in this one-shot.

~ 2.6k words.

it started with subtle winks, innocent kisses on his cheeks, and letting your fingertips linger on his skin. you even went as far to leaning more than usual into him. i mean come on. a wink? the tips of your fingers leaving feather like touches to his shoulders and arms? sitting so closely that he scooted over to give you room, only for you to practically glue yourself on him? this boy is freaking clueless.

or so you thought. the day eddie noticed the change in your friendship was the day you were at his home and the two of you laid across his bed. it was another hot summer day and the fan on his ceiling was spinning around to keep the room a cool temperature. ever since the summer of it, he’s been more carefree, like for instance, letting his hair grow out longer to the point where styling it was no use.

most days he let his brunette hair blow-dry and then the curls were all sprung out in different angles as a result. a certain strand was sticking up bothering you. this caused you to scoot across the bed to him so you could flatten it to the side. you may have ‘accidently’ let your palm sit a second too long on his cheek. sure, eddie didn’t have a problem with you being touchy. besides richie, you were the closest to him within the loser’s group.

even hypochondria and the fear of germs couldn’t stop the constant liking he had when you were close in distance. when the two of you were younger, even before it, you liked to kiss his cheek on occasion as what was supposed to be a simple gesture. later on, when you left though, the other boys, richie, stan, and bill always picked on him jokingly about you.

the amount of teasing only grew when beverly, mike and ben joined the group. when eddie wasn’t around that day, the other’s, especially richie and beverly, would tease you as well. this cycle always came back around to ben trying to have your back claiming it was one of a kind ‘love’. ben meant well but unfortunately that suggestive assumption didn’t help at all. if anything, the opinions that ben gave who figured was helpful, only winded up the additional club members and the comments worsened.

the asthmatic teen could tell something was different in the air now between you and him. then it clicked that day when he glanced over at your makeup less face. despite the fact you were lounging around in sweats and a messy bun, you were perfect to him. you were best person ever to eddie kaspbrak.

your best friend realized that you like him and he definitely likes you. it was just the fact he was so nervous to act on those instinctive feelings and didn’t want it to ruin everything if he was wrong. besides the couple of times, you put yourself out there, you were just as clueless. but when you had an over-thinking shower you couldn’t help but notice the confusion.

eddie knew you so well, yet, it was odd that he hadn’t come up with any conclusions. the freckled boy continuously acted as if the actions you constantly made weren’t totally out of character.

a time more recently, the eight of you were on the way to a party and piled up in the back seats of bill’s van. something his mom graciously bought him so the losers could be safer when going out. this was because a month before that, you and the group drove down the main road and just about halfway there, bill was almost pulled over by henry’s father.

during that time, beverly was perched on ben’s lap and you were dangerously squished up to eddie's side. all of the losers, excluding eddie, had said later that night that you and kaspbrak were a bit to close in the car for just friends. which was sort of true but it was purposely picked by the others for you and eddie to share a single chair that was on the smaller side.

while lounging on half of eddie’s right leg and with your back was to his side, you moved your hip around purposely. only giggling softly when he let out a small groan at you taking awfully long to change positions and get comfortable again. though the smug brunette didn’t even acknowledge you with anything else. he knew exactly what you were doing but just continued on with the conversation he was having. talking about nonsense with stan, the blonde curly haired boy that was sitting in the passenger seat diagonal from the two of you.

rolling your eyes at eddie’s ignorance, you turned to look at richie who was sitting right across you and eddie, giving him a sad and defeated pout. the trashmouth teen had the audacity to watch it play out and carried on chuckling to himself quietly. richie turned to take a glimpse behind the row and you looked to see that beverly was sharing a smirk in agreement with him for the current situation. little shits.

when kaspbrak still wasn’t looking, tozier skillfully puckered his lips and pointed at him. you cursed and swatted his hand away before the asthmatic could notice. eddie noticed the two of you play fighting and pursed his lips. “why are you bullying y/n/n now, rich?” you glared at richie, as if to say “don’t you dare”, and he sighed. probably in annoyance that it was no fun he couldn’t open his loud trashmouth. “just y/n being y/n. what do you think about that eds?” he smirked.

“i think y/n/n is perfect just the way she is.” he replied with a small smile, putting his arm around your side so you didn’t fall over into richie when bill made a turn. what the asthmatic teen didn’t catch with his hand wrapped around your side was your heart. it was beating hardly against him and you were so sure it would fall out from your chest soon. your whole body was softening at his compliment and beverly looked at you with a look that said, “you have to tell him soon”.

now it was another saturday night and the group was once again hanging out. this time at beverly’s aunt’s house. unfortunately, you were still having problems, especially at the fact you weren’t even sitting next to your favorite boy. after one and a half movies in, they voted who would go and get the group drinks. eddie was the ‘lucky’ one picked and you had enough of trying to get his attention so you offered to come with.

knowing that you and the brunette asthmatic silently pinned over each other, the other’s quietly “ooo-ed” when he was out of range from hearing. richie apparently wanted to test your will to live when he cupped his mouth and whisper yelled on your way out of the living room. “get it y/n/n!” you flipped him the bird and somewhat regretted your choices from earlier. you expressed to tozier on the phone about how tired you were of eddie not picking up on your low-key moves.

of course, richie being a trashmouth who was never serious about anything cackled into the phone. “enough is enough. tell him tonight or else i’m going to sonia’s later on and what we’ll be doing will scare him away right to your house.” when your anxiety spiked at his somewhat recommendation, you asked for some advice on how to navigate that conversation. sadly, all of richie’s ideas were terrible and even though you didn’t admit it, he knew this as well. so, there was only one thing left to do and he dialed up beverly into the phone call.

she tried to be helpful and it inspired you with a brilliant idea for tonight. trashmouth listened in since he was too nosey for his own good to hang up and occasionally beeped into the conversation with a quip or smartass comment. the redhead and you wanted to slap the crap out of him and he snickered when beverly told him that.

breathing a deep breath in through your nose and out, you prepared yourself for what you hoped was about to be a good outcome. you made your way into the doorway of bill’s kitchen and the plan immediately flew out of the window when you froze. it was supposed to be something simple since you had it all planned out two hours prior. sadly, now it was all instantly screwed up when you caught sight of eddie’s back.

his hand was reaching up into the cabinet for cups and what was meant to be an innocent act was anything but that. at least not at least in your dirty mind. the asthmatic’s shirt was ridding up and his golden skin was showing. he had mother-back-freaking-dimples. back dimples. if it didn’t come back one day and kill you then surly this sight would.

of course, that was the moment eddie turned around and caught you staring. “see something you like?” he mumbled with flushed cheeks. you shrugged in response, not quite knowing how to reply. instead, you walked further into the kitchen and leaned up against one of the counters a feet few away from him.

when you passed by the wheezing kaspbrak, you put your hand out and subtly brushed your hand against the fanny pack strap that rested against his hip bone. yes, even three years later he still wore them. you had to beg him to continue wearing them when he questioned the fanny packs again a few months after it. he shivered when you walked by and didn’t complain, letting your fingers casually touch him.

even with fabric over his skin, there was something about your small touches that made him want to melt. little did you know eddie has always watched you. whether if it was in class and you unknowingly teased him by twirled a pencil around your pointer and middle fingers, or, even something as simple to putting your hair up on a warm summer day. he always wondered how they would feel gliding through his long curly strands.

”i’ll get out the iced tea and lemonade pitchers if you pour?” you voiced but already opened the fridge by the time you got to the end of your question. you were careful not to touch his hand when he grabbed the pitcher from you and poured one cup of lemonade each for you, beverly, mike, and ben.

you raised your brow when he kept sneaking glances at you from pouting at the fact you avoided touching his hand. you put your hands on the edge of the kitchen counter, resting them and your body against it in a casual stance. it was as if you were in control now and unbothered, brushing off the fact he was openly watching you. pushing your hips up onto the counter you tried to sit down gracefully. your ankles bopping against the cabinets as you watched him.

his arms flexed a little when he grabbed the other glasses. he focused intently so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself by spilling one of the drinks. without realizing he was doing it, his tongue kept flicking out to lick his bottom lip. he put down the filled lemonade cups and went to grab the iced tea but lost his balance in between and almost fell over his other shoe clumsily.

the asthmatic reached out to the side to grab something to catch his fall but ended up grabbing your thigh instead accidentally. you gasped at the feeling when eddie squeezed it but his hand shot away instantly. his eyes darted to the source that steadied him and he panicked. “shoot, sorry y/n!”

a small giggle fell past your lips before you could stop it from happening and it caused him to laugh too nervously. everything started going according to plan and now was the perfect time to introduce your grand gesture. your lips turned upwards into a smirk when you grabbed his shirt so he couldn’t move. “it’s okay eds, but i may need a band-aid.”

his breath stuttered and eddie swallowed nervously glancing down at your hand that was tightly clutching his shirt. he looked back into your eyes again and moved his hand to over the fanny pack. “i didn’t mean to hurt you! did i scratch you? i’m sorry!”

you frowned a little and bit your bottom lip, jutting it out, you shrugged and hoped your voice didn’t waver. "no i'm okay. i just..." trailing off. you sighed and looked down at his stained red lips from the popsicle earlier, then back into his brown eyes again. you hoped he would remain open-minded and bared your soul to him. you relaxed your hold on his shirt and let go.

instead, pointing at your lips and suggesting in a sweet, innocent tone. "i think i need a band-aid here.” eddie eyes widened at your request and he swallowed nervously. before he did anything in response, kaspbrak looked behind the two of you to make sure nobody was eavesdropping at the kitchen entrance and once that was confirmed, he made his move.

he grabbed your hips again more roughly this time and pulled you closer to him. "if you insist." eddie uttered in a raspy tone before connecting his lips with yours. he swallowed your surprised gasp and melted into him. the asthmatic’s grip on your waist tightened a fraction when your hands went to grip the back of his neck. eddie finally got his wish when your fingers started tangling through his brunette hair.

it felt so nice that he moaned lightly into your mouth. nothing measured up to the effect you had on him. you took the opportunity then to slip your tongue in and taste him. eddie's instantly found yours and his teeth clashed with yours for dominance. it was sloppy and anything but under control so you decided what the hell? and scooted right into him.

you were lined up perfectly to rub your front against his. his mouth caught your loud moan when you felt his erection. the others were only a room away and it was a turn-on that any minute they could catch the two of you.

eddie reached under your shirt slowly to make sure you were okay with it and when your hips were at the point of gyrating and feeling up his length, he took that as a reassurance. his caressing of your soft skin caused you to shiver and he smirked into your lips. you let out another small moan when he moved up further and he was throbbing at the noises of you coming undone for him.

he broke the kiss regretfully but knew he'd have to take this somewhere else if you wanted to enjoy yourselves. you watched him fix his shorts and cleared your throat. "thanks for fixing me up dr. k. you know, i've been giving you subtle hints for forever now." you smiled at him in relief that he finally knew and fixed the buttons on your shirt.

"of course, i knew y/n/n. i didn't realize you were pining over me this much." he smirked and pecked your cheek. he moved to grab the iced teas for him and stan, as well as, the cans of coke for bill and richie but you got to him first.

you gasped and slapped his shoulder at the accusation. knowing by what just happened, he was also feeling the same way. "excuse me!" he rubbed his arm and grabbed the glasses, laughing at you when he noticed your cheeks had reddened.

rolled your eyes and grabbing the other drinks, you kissed him once more before walking back into the living room with smiles on your faces. the other’s looked at you and eddie and realized what happened with how close eddie was walking with you. richie noticed the silence and the glances at the two of you now actually glued together. with a smug grin he asked, "so y/n/n, i assume eds finally realized you were panting over him like i do with his mom?"

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buckaroosboogara · 3 years

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911 week - Day 2:

“Why are you sitting in a tree?” + fun

@911week

(1900~ words, Eddie, Hen, Karen and Buck.)

Eddie explained his plan to Karen. It was easy, two swings hanging from a simple wooden structure and another hanging from a branch of the only tree in their, very beautiful in Eddie's opinion, backyard.

Of course, things had to go wrong the day before he went to the Wilson's place and arranged the swings. With wrong being Buck knowing his little secret.

He would be the death of Eddie.

Hen had accidentally slipped it in a conversation at the station.

She said that Denny and Nia wanted a new swing because the one in their house was old and worn out and then Buck had jumped with an anecdote about how he ended up with 5 stitches on his lips because a swing had crashed into them as Chim just shook his head with fond disappointment.

Eddie though, Eddie just thought that maybe a surprise visit to Hen's place wouldn't be a bad idea.

Later that day he messaged Karen, asking if he could swing by, no pun intended, in a moment when Hen wasn't around because he wanted to talk with her. Karen agreed, she always liked the mystery.

So, some days later and with the excuse to take Chris to a sleepover at the Wilson's, Eddie explained his plan to Karen. It was easy, two swings hanging from a simple wooden structure and another hanging from a branch of the only tree in their, very beautiful in Eddie's opinion, backyard.

Karen was thrilled with the idea and she offered to pay but Eddie declined it. He would gift it to his friends, after the hell year that was 2020 they deserved a nice surprise.

He had to be quiet about it though. If he told Buck he would tell Bobby and Maddie, who would tell Athena and Chimney who would tell Hen (the latter rather than the police Sergeant) and he didn't want that.

With Karen's okay he sketched the structure and made a note to himself to go and ask for an estimated budget at his to-go hardware store next time he went to his Abuela's.

So there he was, a week later.

"Hey Eddie," the store manager, Nico friendly greeted him.

"Hey Nico," He said back.

"It's good to see you here again, does Isabel's fence need another repair?" And without a beat, Nico reasoned, "No, no it's only been a month since the last repair. So it has to be paint for the deck? See, I can lower the price for you if you buy more tha-

"Uh, I came here for another reason Nic," Eddie chuckled after cutting him. "I was wondering if you could make a budget for this..."

He showed Nico the rough sketch and the materials he needed and the other man smiled.

"Ah, I see. I have some of the things you need, but the poles will be another story. I can recommend you a lumber company to get the wood." Nico said, taking the paper and looking for appropriate screws and ropes.

"That would be amazing, thanks."

"And while I do that, tell me how did that skateboard thing for your kid go,"

Eddie smiled and unlocked his phone to show him the pictures Carla had taken of that day.

"Well..."

...

Of course, things had to go wrong the day before he went to the Wilson's place and arranged the swings in their backyard.

Well, wrong would be exaggerating. More like things didn't stay as quiet as Eddie wanted.

He had just woken up on Saturday for a shift, his mind a groggy and grumpy mess until the coffee hit his lips, so he was in the kitchen trying to make his old coffeemaker work.

He really needed a new one, Eddie thought just as he heard a key on his doorlock and then said door opening.

His mind just assumed, oh it's just Buck.

OH, IT'S BUCK.

Eddie's mind got a moment of clarity.

He could hear Buck taking his shoes off and ranting an excuse for being there so early as he helplessly looked around his dining and living room, both full of ropes, screws, papers, and God-knows-what-else.

He needed to clean everything but he did not have time.

"Hey, are you hearing me, man?" Buck said as he stepped into Eddie who was in the middle of the room looking like a deer caught in headlights, only wearing underwear and a t-shirt and lots of things on his hands.

He snorted and started laughing loudly while Eddie blushed hard.

"Oh, oh- please, what the-" Buck tried to talk but got cut by a wave of laughter that had him letting go of the box with pastries he had brought and held his belly and chest.

Eddie's embarrassment turned into slight annoyance. He tried to place his hands - and the things - lower so he could cover his underwear, and then cleared his throat. "Are you finished or you will laugh for the next five minutes?"

"I'm- I'm sorry man, it's just that-" Buck cleared his throat to stop the laughter and get serious. It didn't work as he snorted again.

Eddie gave him a look.

"Okay, okay," Buck breathed in slowly picking the pastry box again. "So, what's up with all this mess?"

"Dios, dame paciencia." Eddie muttered as he placed the things back on the couch. "Okay so, A, I'm so glad Christopher is at a sleepover because I'm sure the neighbors could hear you laughing. B, this is my house so I ask the questions darling which takes me to D,"

He stopped to take a breath. "What the fuck are you doing here so early?"

"Has anyone told you you have a damn good pulmonary capacity?" The other man asked.

"Buck."

"Okay, I was passing by to pick you up to go to our shift." Buck shrugged. Eddie knew there was more to it but let it go.

"Now go and put on some proper clothes and then answer what's going on with all this and the poles outside. I'll be here preparing a breakfast-to-go."

Eddie begrudgingly accepted and went to his room and changed clothes.

On their way, Eddie explained Buck his plans for the swings. They were arriving at the firehouse when he made Buck promise he wouldn't tell anyone about it.

And the other man put a condition, Eddie would call him if he needed help the next day.

Eddie rolled his eyes and agreed, while he had experience building things with his father he knew Buck equaled his experience.

Now he needed to survive a shift with Buck trying to keep a secret.

Great.

...

Things didn't go as bad as Eddie thought they would go.

The next day when Hen arrived at the firehouse for her shift, Eddie greeted her and Buck was vibrating suspiciously when it was his turn.

Hen quirked an eyebrow at Eddie who made his best effort to seem normal and shrugged. She made a weird face in return and let them walk away.

Once in Buck's Jeep both let out a breath they didn't know were holding. The drive to Eddie's place was filled with an excited air.

A quick morning nap was all it took for Eddie to recharge batteries and soon enough he was on his truck, poles, ropes, and tools in the trunk, and on his way to pick up his son from his Abuela and then to Hen and Karen's house.

Their garden was a view that always made Eddie's breath hitch.

Karen had an excellent hand for plants, unlike Eddie.

She had climbing plants and trees on their fences to keep away nosey neighbors, a garden of blooming roses and another with tulips, and a mini forest of growing trees in flower pots filling the place with a cool air that was much needed in the Californian summer.

Almost in the middle, there was a medium-sized oak where he was planning to hang a swing.

He put his hands to work and decided to start taking the poles out of the trunk and onto the backyard.

Of course, when he almost got crushed to the ground by one of the poles he called Buck, and in the meantime, he took his tools to the garden and climbed the tree to start attaching the rope.

The youngest firefighter arrived some minutes later, scanning the place until he found Eddie.

“Why are you sitting in a tree?” Buck asked, his head inclined to get a better look.

"Maybe because a swing is going to hang from here, but you already knew that." Eddie answered back struggling to stay seated.

"Be kind and pass me that rope?" He pointed at a rope on the floor right under him.

"Sure."

Hours passed, the tree swing was ready and strong enough to support Buck so it was safe for kids, and the support structure of the other two was almost done.

Karen invited them to go inside and eat some sandwiches the kids had helped her make for them.

"Oh, Buck these don't have pickles. I know you don't like them." Karen pointed at the ones on the left side of the plate and Buck felt warmth spreading inside him because she remembered.

Buck ignored Eddie's teasing look and moaned at the taste of the ham and cheese sandwich. "Oh my God, this is awesome Karen."

"Is this homemade bread?" Eddie asked before Karen could say they were just sandwiches.

They were heavenly sandwiches.

"Yeah, we learned to do it during the lockdown." She answered, smiling proudly. "How's the project going?"

"On track and almost done. We just need to put the swings on the upper pole and then attach it to the supports, we put it straight, and ta-dah! Ready to have lots of fun!" Buck smiled with his hands shaking on either side of his face.

"You did it faster than I thought." Karen commented. "And tomorrow you two will come after Hen's done with her after-work nap. You have no excuse."

"Yes ma'am." Eddie answered as the other man nodded.

"Great. Oh and, thanks again. I appreciate it."

"Nonsense, it's our pleasure to do this. You are family." Eddie assured.

...

"What's this surprise you're telling me about?" Hen asked Karen the next day, as she hugged her from behind.

"Good morning darling." Karen answered while she turned around to kiss her, purposely avoiding the question.

"Please?" Hen teased.

"Well-" Karen was cut by a squeal and many laughs from their backyard. Hen tried to look outside but she grabbed her hand to have her attention.

"Come with me."

And so she did.

The last thing Hen imagined to see when the door opened was Denny, Nia, and Chris playing in the swings with Eddie and Buck taking care of them and having as much fun as the kids, but there they were.

"Surprise!" They all exclaimed.

"What in the-" Hen gasped as she walked into the garden with wide eyes. "Eddie? Buck? What are you doing here? What is this?"

Eddie chuckled as he got closer to the couple, "And here I thought it looked like swings and not just a mess."

"How?" Hen asked breathlessly.

"Well, it was all Eddie's idea." Buck added from the swings, watching the kids.

"Really?"

Now Eddie was blushing slightly, "Yeah. I heard you some weeks ago in the firehouse and I thought it would be fun to do it."

"Oh Eddie, I love it." Hen got out of her shock and hugged the man tightly. "Thanks. It means more than what you think."

"I'm glad you like it because there are no refunds!" Eddie chuckled, still in the hug. "And I know."

He let go of her and stepped aside, watching the kids enjoy the new swings.

Eddie let out a contented sigh. "I know."

#some fun fluff because our hearts need it #especially after last night #nevermind i almost forgot to post this 😅#911week2021 #911 on fox #911 fox #evan buckley #hen wilson #karen wilson #eddie diaz #fun #swings and trees #author knows about swings and building just not in english #my fics

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hillbillied · 4 years

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i found your post about andy and eddie's kinks from a couple of years ago and i was just wondering do you have any updated thoughts?

firstly, thank you anon!! I love writing these two!!

secondly fuck, I left this ask in the ‘box for a while because, double fuck, I couldn’t think of any kinks I hadn’t included in the OG post!! I am very sorry for the delay!

(I had to read through them to check, still crispy if I do say so... let’s see what else we can get in there. god I could go on a whole bunch more about the ones from the OG post lmao my fave losers in love having great sex!)

The Secret Kinks of Andrew Haldane and his Lieutenant, Edward Jones (pt.II)

(highly nsfw, 18+ only)

I’m gonna rag on Andy’s exhibitionism kink a little louder than before because it’s so embarrassing. going to the cinema is a chore because Andy doesn’t have the patience for long movies and he really can’t get behind anything that’s not a really fucking hilarious comedy or a truly gripping drama. anything even a little lacklustre (most of what’s on in the 50s) has his gaze wondering elsewhere

the amount of times Eddie has been enjoying his movie experience (he loves movies, btw, he didn’t get to go to many as a kid – think Gunny-level attention in the scene where the marines are watching For Whom the Bell Tolls) and suddenly a hand is brushing his knee. he can’t help but roll his eyes because Andy, good lord, can’t you enjoy the plot for five-fucking-minutes?

luckily for Andy, he’s got a semi-indulgent boyfriend or at least a condoning one; either Eddie will lift his longs legs and put them over Andy’s lap, teasing him with the weight whilst simultaneously giving him some cover to enjoy himself (in no relation to the movie) – or, if he’s feeling generous and equally turned on, he’ll give his stupid fucking would-be husband a hand so he can go back to his popcorn. Eddie’s got skilled fingers and only makes eye contact with his flustered, heavy-breathing boyfriend in scathing glances to show his “disapproval”

car sex is as normal to the two of them as breathing. it started fairly uncreative and vanilla, just screwing in the one long seat of Hillbilly’s pickup. it’s a little on the tight side but Eddie’s more flexible than many would believe. Andy loves having two hands just under his knees, pushing his thighs up against his chest so he can fuck him nice and deep. it has Eddie’s toes curling and his teeth gritted and colourful curses dripping out the cracked window (no AC means a real sweaty cab)

that, or Hillbilly will be riding Andy passenger side. he likes smoking in his car and he likes riding Ack Ack’s cock, so this is a win-win scenario. the leverage from the seat means he can light up while rolling his hips, humming around the cigarette. it’s an erotic sight for sure; Andy has to cover his eyes with his hand while laughing out a breathless “shit, Eddie…”

romantic evenings include soft kisses and mutual handjobs in the truck bed, after giving up on star gazing. less romantic evenings include parking somewhere discreet (or… not, because Andy’s exhibitionism is a nightmare and the 60s were pretty wild) to get them both out on the road. there’s sweaty handprints on the hood where Andy has Eddie bent over it, pinned between his chest and hot metal. it’s some of the hardest, roughest sex they have, and Andy usually uses Eddie’s t-shirt for leverage, something to twist into an psudo-harness to pull him back against his dick. Hillbilly likes to growl out threats – “you stain m’ car, Andy, I’ll fuckin’ kill you” – but it’s all a ruse to cover how there’s sweat dripping from his curls and how his pants for air are turning into moans and how he’s the one staining the tire where he’s cum, hard enough to have him flat out over the hood and gasping

this is all while the car is parked, of course. Andy loves giving Eddie head while he’s driving. it’s lucky Hillbilly’s had to drive bigger, scarier machines than a Ford, honestly. his disapproval (fake, every time) is portrayed where he grabs Andy’s hair and forces his cock down his throat. “Cop car” he’ll say, “gotta stay down”. he’s a lying sack of shit but it’s worth the sin to glance down at Andy when he lets him pull back, spittle running from his tongue and his coughing turning to a gasp then a moan in quick succession. it’s really difficult for Eddie not to grin super wide and push Andy’s head back down for more

(side note: Andy’s a service top so he gives great head, none of this fake dom shit. they each say the other gives it better because they are both weak for one another and stupidly in love)

gags become a thing after a while. Andy is an expert at introducing/asking about bedroom ideas without being condescending and he knows he has to decipher Eddie’s interest without it sounding like he wants him to shut the fuck up. (he does not, he loves everything that comes out of Hillbilly’s mouth, from stone-cold threat to lazy joke to breathless groan)

but a thing they do become. (it starts with Andy shoving a couple of fingers in Eddie’s mouth to “keep quiet”, an old familiar trick from the war, and it snowballs from there) so the next time Andy’s bent over Eddie, facing him and maybe got his hands pinned above his head, and Eddie decides to let off a quip, Ack Ack stops. slows his motions and pretends to think, then reaches for his master plan. the first time, it’s just fabric, shoved into Hillbilly’s mouth. his pink cheeks (from semi-annoyance or embarrassment, not sure) and deep frown and almost-offended stare are fucking priceless

(Andy buys a proper gag, one Eddie can bite down on. one he can grab the back of and pull Hillbilly’s head back with so he can kiss his neck, tell him how fucking hot his moans are when they’re all he can make)

collars slip in there somewhere. they’re not sure where that came from but there’s a suspicion it may have come from the wholesome conversation about adopting a dog (which they both want to do they’re just terrified of going to pick one and falling in love with more and then what are they gonna do?? have fifty dogs?? but I digress)

Andy’s not one to be embarrassed of his sex purchases but he was definitely scratching his neck when he bought it. luckily, his boyfriend can read him like a goddamn book. the man likes being in control, sure, dominating the room in his own masterful way, definitely – that doesn’t change the look of complete adoration that takes Andy’s features when Eddie buckles the collar around his neck

it fits well with Andy’s orgasm denial kink. he doesn’t do it to Eddie much (he’s got enough kinky shit he can do to him) but Hillbilly definitely does it to him. it’s a treat to test Andy’s self-restraint and not with any bondage. Eddie’s a very patient man, used to unfulfilling sex prior to Ack Ack, so he’s got all the time in the world. he loves making Andy wait, teasing him with a grip around the base of his cock. he gets a cock ring for him later, when his tight grip isn’t cutting it anymore

there’s nothing better than watching Andy’s thighs tremble, sat on his own hands on a chair, desperately keeping his cool while Hillbilly carefully lowers himself onto his cock (Eddie uses that collar to get him to look him in the eye)

they usually can’t be bothered with food play (“Food is f’ eatin’, Andrew, not wastin’.”) but there’s occasional things. Andy has a tendency to take Eddie’s fingers in his mouth and lick them clean, whether from an accidental or purposely spillage. he doesn’t really care what’s on them so long as it’s edible and he can watch Hillbilly’s lip curl watching him

Eddie’s definitely done a “spillage” of his own once or twice. except his are obvious, just how he likes them; he’ll straight up pour a splash of beer on his dick and invite Andy to come lap it up. his house, his rules and all. Andy always obliges

Eddie gives a great spit ‘n shine to boots, Andy’s found. he loves demanding Eddie get on his knees and do the daily duties he learned as a marine, making sure his captain’s uniform is in order. (slightly funny if Ack Ack’s not wearing anything but his boots while saying it, but he can live with that) having Hillbilly look up at him – “Like this, Skipper?” - as he runs his tongue across the leather is more than worth it

Eddie likes tearing open clothes, though he feels really, really bad about it. it’s obvious it turns him on because Andy loses a lot of shirt buttons over the years. (they sew them back on together, which is nice, gotta know how to mend and make do. Eddie actually knows a lot about cross stitch and Andy adores learning from him)

one time Andy’s waving his ass Eddie’s way, has been for a whole morning whilst they were gardening, potting flowers, weeding the lawn, working, Andy, we’re busy – so it’s just been a build up of hard-ons and no time to deal with them. and they’re wearing old clothes for the task, threadbare jeans. (that used to be Eddies, even the ones on Andy’s ass) so when Hillbilly finally presses up against Andy, bites his ear, and grabs his pants with both hands - he just pulls. they tear open and Andy feels Eddie shudder against him (shortly before he feels Hillbilly’s cock pushing inside him but that’s just a massive bonus)

Andy’s an indulgent boyfriend so he buys underwear and pants on the cheap and waves them Eddie’s way. the “rippables” as he calls them. made to be ripped, end of. no hard feelings, good riddance to them

I said they were too lazy for bondage because they can just pin each other and I stand by it; it remains a special thing. one of the ‘hardcore’ things, like the belt and gun play. mainly because, while they can actually pin each other down quite effectively with limited wiggle room, there’s still the ability to y’know, headbutt each other. because they’re also both trained in how to flip a guy that grabs you. fatally, if need be

so tying Eddie up (Andy’s always been down to be tied up, blindfolded, etc. by Eddie because he trusts literally one man in the whole world and it’s Edward Jones) is a big thing. because Eddie has had to fuck people up who tried to fight him and his brute strength is what’s gotten him through (finding something capable of realistically holding him is also a struggle in sexual hilarity because fuck, it’s gotta be thick rope or actual police handcuffs)

when Andy asks him about it (and presents the short length of rope he went for because he couldn’t find handcuffs yet) Eddie immediately says yes. because he trusts Andy completely. but he also says not tonight and not every night and not any time he can see it coming. if he works himself up about it, he’ll embarrass himself

when it does happen (Andy’s can read him right back, he knows when), Eddie ends up with his hands tied behind his back. he jokes about Ack Ack’s poor navy knotwork and gets a laugh back. then Andy slow bends him over the bed. that’s all Eddie thought he’d do, which isn’t a bother, long legs are still able to roll away. until Andy kneels down below him, caressing his thigh lovingly, and nudges his legs open. Eddie ends up standing bent over on the mattress with each ankle tied to a leg of their heavy bed frame

it’s a lot but Andy takes his time, kisses his way up from Eddie’s calf all the way to the back of his neck, keeping a hand pressed to his inner thigh. the tremble there is aroused and overwhelmed all in one. the first time, Ack Ack just enjoys giving his boyfriend a nice, slow handjob, supporting himself over Hillbilly so he can feel his weight. it’s amazing to have Eddie coming apart under him, whispering for more until he gets a shaking orgasm, biting the sheets to try and cover how loud he whimpers (it’s too much for Andy, too, and he cums just from rubbing between Eddie’s thighs)

Andy’s trademark aftercare is as excellent as ever and they sit together with some tea on the bed, listen to the radio, Eddie leaning against his chest with two loving arms around him. he asks if next time Ack Ack will fuck him and naturally, Andy just says “if you want me to” while kissing his temple. Hillbilly wipes his face and asks “please”

#andyeddie #the pacific #very not saif 4 wurk but i cant tag it that because tumblr algorithy

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the-sweetest-dragon · 4 years

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A Summer Like Never Before

- A Summer Job AU - No Pennywise - Georgie is still alive - Mostly tomfoolery -

Fandom: It

Characters: Eddie, Richie, Bev, Ben, Bill, Stan, Mike

Word Count: 1158

Ships: Eventual Benverly, Reddie, Stan x Patty

Warnings: Out of character behavior

AN: This is super short but I wanted to have it done before the day was over sooooo. Let me know if you enjoyed the chapter by reblogging! Likes only get the story so far. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and leaving comments, they really make my day.

Tags: @nerdsarebetter @audder17 @ just-another-shipper-01

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

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Chapter Nine

Richie is a nervous person. He doesn’t look it, but on the inside he’s a shaky chihuahua who’s scared of thunderstorms. Especially around boys. Or rather, around a single, specific boy. Who is sitting right next to him, bopping along with Kesha’s Woman, as they drive to the pet store.

Richie is driving, but every so often he catches Eddie singing along to some song on the radio. His fingers tap nervously on his knees, something that distracts Richie to no end. Eddie catches him staring once, and screams at him for not watching the road. Richie had just grinned and rolled his eyes, not bothering to argue for once. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel, allowing some of his nervous energy out. This was not the plan, not the plan at all.

Richie, despite being a chaotic trashmouth, liked to plan important events. And tonight was supposed to be THE night, the most important night. Everything had been perfect; he had ordered flowers from Stan’s work to surprise Eddie with at the door and then Richie would have confessed the feelings he’d been having for years. Hopefully, Eddie would have fallen into his arms, totally in love with him as well. But life has a way of screwing Richie over.

Lost in his own thoughts, Richie misses ninety percent of Eddie listing the things they would need to buy for the lizard. He blinks slowly a few times, clearing his mind of the Eddie fog and tries to focus.

“We’ll need a basking lamp, crickets, substrate for the aquarium, not to mention hiding places…” Eddie trails off, lost in his own mind.

“Oi Eduardo! Don’t leave me alone mate!” The fake British accent is an accident and Richie mentally winces at how horrendous it sounds to his own ears. He clears his throat and tries again. “You kinda have to make me a physical list so I don’t get distracted looking at the birds.” Eddie nods, pulling out a piece of paper from the backseat and a pen from the pouch of his sweatshirt. The damn thing never failed to amaze him. Eddie pulled some of the most outrageous things out of his sweatshirt pouch.

As Richie pulls into the parking lot of the pet store, Eddie grabs the handle above the door (lovingly titled the “Oh Shit” handle by everyone who drove with Richie). Richie raises an eyebrow, knowing he took the turn a little too fast. Eddie just glares at him and turns away from him, pouting slightly. Richie hates it when Eddie pouts,mostly because it makes it very hard to not lean over and kiss him just to knock the look right off his face.

With a soft huff, Eddie turns back to Richie and hands him the list. They were both going in the store, but Richie had to have a list or they would both get off track because Richie led excursions like this. Eddie wasn’t shy per say but his anxiety sometimes made it hard to ask where things were. Richie was one of the only people in the group that could ask for things without freaking out.

“No getting sidetracked. The store closes in thirty minutes and we need all these things for the lizard,” Eddie states. Richie nods, both getting out of the car with purpose. “We especially need the food and heat lamp. It won’t last long without those things.”

“He,” Richie corrected.

“I’m sorry?” Richie has to look away because the confused look on Eddie’s face is too cute to handle.

“The lizard. It’s a he. Didn’t you check?” Richie asks. Eddie shakes his head, rolling his eyes slightly. “What? It’s not that hard to figure out. Why’d you think I called it our son?” Riche shrugs.

“I thought you called it our son because it sounded better.” Richie does an amazing impression of the white guy blinking gif, you know the one. Eddie just shrugs.

“By the way, he will need a name.” Richie opens the door for Eddie, waiting patiently for Eddie to answer. “I think Momo would be a good name.”

“Like the lemur from Avatar?”

“Yes, exactly! It’s a fantastic name for our son.” Richie smiles, proud of himself for remembering the name. Avatar was Eddie’s favorite show as a kid, though he hadn’t watched it in several years.

They head into the store and immediately Richie is distracted by a very large dog barking at him. Eddie takes a small step backwards, and Richie instinctively grabs his hand to steady the smaller boy to calm him. Large dogs make Eddie nervous, a leftover of his mom’s influence over him. Richie pulls Eddie towards the reptile part of the store, never once letting go of his hand. Richie doesn’t notice Eddie’s face going red.

“Now then Spaghetti. We got a lot of things to do and not a lot of time.” Richie smiles, and starts looking for the things on the list they need.

Eddie follows him around, occasionally making suggestions on which product was better. With ten minutes to spare, they check out with everything they need to provide a happy life for Momo. Richie had been so concentrated on finding everything that he forgot he was holding Eddie’s hand, something that he’d usually be hypervilanating about. Eddie’s hand in his just felt right, there was no other way he could describe it.

Richie carried everything back to the car, the only time he let go of Eddie’s hand. As he loaded everything into the trunk of Eddie’s car, Eddie triple checked that they had gotten everything they needed.

“Looks like it’s all here. Thankfully, we shouldn’t have to make another trip like this in a while. Momo deserves the best.” Eddie smiles and heads toward the passenger side door. Richie’s heart skips a beat at Eddie’s smile, as it always does.

Richie unlocks the doors with a click of the key fob’s buttons. Eddie slid in gracefully, while Richie plopped himself into the driver’s seat.

“Hey! Watch the seats!” Richie just laughs and starts up the car.

The trip back home went quickly, with Richie’s Spotify playlist blaring from the speakers. They sang along with every song and Eddie danced in his seat occasionally. It made Richie happy to see him so relaxed.

Pulling into Richie’s driveway, the music changed from upbeat music to a soft ballad. Richie sighs as he puts the car in park. This night had not gone as planned, at all. But he was still glad that he had been able to spend time with Eddie, alone for once. Richie took a deep breath and turned towards Eddie, readying himself to confess his feelings, once and for all. Instead, he is met with Eddie grabbing his hands and smiling softly. This was a look Richie had not imagined on his friends face but was not unwanted.

“Richie… we have a lot to talk about.”

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #benverly #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #stanley uris #it #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2 #losers club #it losers #losers #a summer like never before

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octothorpetopus · 5 years

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Dancing In The Dark

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"Mom, I swear to god." Eddie waved away his mother's hands, which were fiddling with Eddie's bow tie for the thirteenth time that evening (he counted).

"Fine, fine. Just trying to be helpful." Sonia Kaspbrak stepped back to look at her son. "Oh, my beautiful boy. You look just like your dad." She wrapped him in a hug so tight his vision went dark around the edges.

"Come on, Mom, Bill's gonna be here any minute." Eddie pulled out of his mother's arms and straightened his jacket. He looked good. Real good. For who he was trying to look good for, he couldn't have said, but he was trying nonetheless. His mother moved to brush a lock of hair off his forehead when the doorbell rang mercifully. Eddie kissed her quickly on the cheek and sprinted away before she could make any more adjustments. He slammed the screen door behind him and smiled admiringly up at Bill, who was shifting from foot to foot nervously on his front stoop. "C'mon, let's go before my mom tries to rope us into taking pictures." Bill gave him a look of mock horror and followed Eddie to the Jeep in the driveway. Eddie had mowed lawns and walked dogs for months to afford it, and he took care of it with the diligence of a mother taking care of a child. Bill slipped into the immaculate passenger seat.

“H-h-how’re we going to f-fit e-e-everyone?” Eddie’s car was a five-seater, which was not going to work for the six remaining members of the Losers Club. Luckily, he had thought of that.

“Stan’s getting Ben and Mike. We’ve just gotta get Richie.” Bill grinned as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Let’s go g-get Trashmouth, th-then.”

Richie lived close enough to the high school that he could have walked if he wanted, but he insisted that there was no ‘style’ in walking to prom. Eddie countered that a beige Jeep was not particularly stylish either, to which Richie responded that Eddie’s mom’s beige Jeep was stylish, which left Eddie more confused than insulted. Eddie jogged up the front steps to the Tozier residence and rang the doorbell, which was one of the ones that chimes like church bells when you ring it instead of a simple ding-dong. Muffled voices grew louder as a formless blob approached the door, barely visible through the frosted glass windows, and then the front door was thrown open. Eddie almost fell down the steps, and would have, if Richie hadn’t grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside. The reason for his sudden bout of vertigo was, of course, Richie. Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier had, seemingly overnight, become hot. Really hot. Not that Eddie was attracted to him in any way, but… objectively. Hot with a capital H. His hair, which was usually a mess (Eddie had once picked a leaf out of it), was slicked back carefully, and for the first time in all the years they had known each other, Eddie could see all of Richie’s face. He was wearing what was presumably his father’s suit, but it fit him perfectly. What Eddie might have described once as lanky had transformed into a sort of lithe grace. The only thing that told him that this was, in fact, the Richie Tozier he knew was his glasses, held together with more adhesive tape than actual screws.

“Come on, Eds, my mom wants pictures.” Eddie dug his heels into the carpet, grinding Richie’s purposeful march to a halt.

“Bill’s waiting in the car, and-”

“Just one picture?” Richie fixed Eddie with a kicked puppy gaze. Eddie couldn’t say no. For some reason, he’d never been able to say no to Richie.

“Fine. One.” Richie pulled him into the living room, where Maggie and Wentworth stood, a Polaroid camera in Maggie’s perfectly manicured hands.

“Hurry up, Ma,” Richie whined as he slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, fixing the camera with an easy smile. Eddie couldn’t help but smile too. Richie was like that, totally infectious in everything he did. It didn’t matter if his jokes weren’t funny, you laughed anyway because he was laughing. You smiled when he smiled, and when he was happy, it was like sunlight flooded the room even if there were no windows or it was nighttime. The film came out of the camera with a soft whrrrrr, and Richie snatched it before it had a chance to develop.

“Thanks, mom. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Be good, Richie,” she warned, but grinned when he kissed her cheek. Wentworth clapped his son on the shoulder and smiled too, the same wide and easy smile as Richie’s. Richie steered Eddie back towards the front door, and they exited into the cool May night.

"Aw, come on, I gotta sit in the back?" Richie complained, but it was superficial. Richie always rode in the back of the car, or on the back of Eddie's bike when they rode double.

"I-i-it's just for a f-few m-minutes." Bill greeted Eddie with a high-five.

"We meeting Haystack and the others there?"

"Yeah. Ben's mom wanted to take pictures even more badly than yours did."

"Y-you guys t-t-took pictures w-w-without me?"

"Be glad you avoided it," Richie reassured Bill. "We'll get pictures when we get there." Bill flipped on the radio. Queen sang "You're My Best Friend", and Richie crooned along. As with everything else, it wasn't long before Eddie's wobbling voice joined him, followed by Bill, who never stuttered when he sang and in fact had a very nice voice.

Derry High School looked mostly like it always did, short of the hand-painted banner hanging over the gym doors that said A NIGHT IN PARIS. The only thing that could've told you that it was supposed to be Paris was a seven-foot Eiffel Tower in front of the photographer and the pink tissue paper over the fluorescent lights, casting a rosy glow into the gym. It was, in a word, underwhelming, but Eddie still shivered in anticipation. He'd had both dreams and nightmares about tonight, but now he was here. There was no more fighting and no more hiding to be had.

"Not bad," came a voice from behind them. Richie, Eddie, and Bill spun around to see Stan, Mike, and Ben behind them. Mike was the one who had spoken, and he looked fly as hell. They all did. Ben had already begun to lose weight, and although he was not yet the Adonis he would one day become, he looked happier. More confident. Eddie was proud of him. He was proud of all of them for making it this far.

"Who's ready to paaaaaarty!?" Richie cried in his Movie Announcer Voice.

"Beep-beep, Richie," Stan said, rolling his eyes.

"You beep-beep, Stan, it's prom. It's time to fuckin' party." And then Richie took off into the fray, leaving the rest of the Losers to try to catch up with him. They found him by the snack table, downing a plastic cup full of orange, vaguely opaque punch.

"Richie, that's almost definitely spiked."

"Yeah, Eds, and so what?" Richie refilled his glass. "Drink up, boys, for tonight, we rise!" Drinks were passed around. Everyone except Eddie and Bill took one.

"Someone's gotta be there to drive your drunk asses home," Eddie said when Richie asked him why he was being a pussy. Richie rolled his eyes and punched Eddie's arm.

"Lame."

"Responsible."

"Same thing."

"I can have plenty of fun without getting wasted, Richie."

"Yeah, but you can have even more fun if you do." Richie waggled his eyebrows suggestively, although what exactly he was suggesting wasn't immediately clear to anyone.

"Enough, Rich, just do what you want." Richie's shoulders sagged.

"Fine. Sorry."

"It's fine. Are we dancing or not?" Richie brightened at the mention of dancing. He was a deeply atrocious dancer, not that Eddie was much better, but he loved it in such a way that no amount of insults or protests could get him to stop once he started. Richie grabbed Eddie's arm in one hand and Ben's in his other, and dragged them towards the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the gym. He began to twist and bounce in a way that someone who had never witnessed Richie's dance moves might have thought he was having a seizure. Eddie swayed from side to side, occasionally moving his arms. Mike shook his head as he looked at them and the other three, none of whom were doing particularly well either.

"White people," he muttered. The band played one upbeat track after another, and the night faded into a blur of neon lights. At one point, Richie took Eddie by the hands and pulled him into a quick and messy two-step.

"You gotta loosen up, Eddie-Spaghetti!"

"I hate it when you call me that."

"No, you don't." No, he didn't.

Still, it was prom, and most people who go to prom bring dates, so it wasn't long before the band played a slow song, specifically dedicated to all the lovebirds out there. The losers eyed each other for a moment, then broke down laughing, hardly able to drag themselves to a table in the corner.

"I need a smoke break." Richie pushed himself away from the table and patted his pocket, where he had presumably smuggled a carton of cigarettes. "Anyone care to join me?" His eyes flicked momentarily towards Eddie, although Eddie couldn't have smoked even if he wanted to.

"None of us smoke, Richie, why would we-"

"Sure. Why not? I've got nothing better to do." Eddie stood up, interrupting Ben.

"Cool. Cool." Richie smiled that little enigmatic smile of his, and he and Eddie left the gym, finding a place to sit outside the school's loading dock. Richie sat on a stack of crates and clumsily lit a cigarette. He turned his head up to the sky and blew out a long stream of smoke, almost silver against the black night sky. Eddie didn’t particularly like being around other people who were smoking, but when Richie did it... god, he was beautiful.

“So... is prom everything you thought it would be?” Richie asked, breaking the comfortable silence that settled between them.

”Let’s see. All my friends getting drunk? Check. Half-assed decorations? Check. The same ten songs on constant repeat? Check. Yeah, pretty much.” Richie chuckled.

”Prom’s not for people like us, y’know?”

”People like us?”

”Losers.” Richie didn’t mean it as an insult, it was what they called themselves, but it hurt nonetheless. “It’s for the shiny crowd, the people with the perfect hair and the perfect grades. The kids that are going to be presidents and movie stars. We’re not shiny like that, Eddie.” And then Richie smiled, but it was almost sad. “But who needs diamonds when you’ve got steel? That’s you and me, Eds. We’re not the coolest or the most interesting, but we’re tough. And that’s cool too.” Eddie was quiet for a moment.

”I mean, diamonds are the strongest substance in the world, but-“

”You’re ruining my metaphor.”

”-but I get the point you’re making. And honestly, I have to say, that was kinda poetic for a boy whose nickname is Trashmouth.”

"Beep-beep, Eds." Eddie sighed.

"Yeah. I know. And you're right. But..." Richie's head perked up. "What if we could make it for people like us?" Richie narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell do you mean?" Eddie leaned over and whispered in Richie's ear so quietly Richie hardly caught it. "Are you serious?" Eddie nodded, his eyes wide with excitement.

"You in?" Richie considered for a moment, then dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"Hell yeah. Let's do it."

Back in the gym, the music was once again pumping. Their friends had disappeared from the table, with no evidence that they'd been there except Mike's suit coat draped over the back of a chair and a pile of crumbs where Ben had been sitting. Richie and Eddie shared another look and burst out laughing.

"Come on! We gotta go!" Richie hissed, and took Eddie by the hand, pulling him for something like the fifth time along behind him. They ran through the gym, laughing like maniacs, their legs pumping like the end of the world, until Richie tripped and took Eddie down with him. They hit the floor hard, and Eddie felt the arm he'd broken once upon a time twinge underneath his body. He used his other arm to push himself up, and his heart stopped when he saw Henry Bowers bearing down on them, accompanied by two of his new goons (the old ones were either dead or had graduated- having been held back a year had not been good to Henry Bowers).

"Going somewhere, faggots?" He snickered loudly as Richie brushed himself off and got to his feet.

"Fuck off, Bowers. Just for one night." He offered a hand to Eddie, which he took gratefully.

"You going to find a place to fuck?" Richie's jaw clenched, but he held his tongue. Eddie was also grateful for that.

"Just leave us alone, would you?" Eddie pleaded, but Bowers ignored him.

"So is Wheezy your boyfriend now, Trashmouth?" They were loud now, and more and more people were turning to look at them. Not, unfortunately, any of the chaperones, who seemed more focused on people from literally having sex on the dance floor. "You suck his dick? Huh? Or is he more the submissive type?" Richie was growing angrier by the minute. Eddie wasn't sure he'd ever seen Richie more pissed off in his life.

"Shut your mouth, Bowers."

"Or what? Actually, maybe I should. I don't want you getting the wrong idea." Now he was right in Richie's face. "Some of us don't swing that way, Trashmouth. But I'll tell you what- I'll be quiet if your boyfriend here," he said, acknowledging Eddie for the first time, "admits that he's a queer." And that was when Richie punched Henry Bowers. They were in close quarters, so it wasn't a particularly good punch, but it shocked the hell out of Bowers so bad that he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his nose, which Richie had managed to make bleed.

"Oh, you're dead, Tozier. DEAD!" He screeched and lunged at Richie, nailing three rapid-fire hits to Richie's left cheekbone. His father's class ring, which he had taken after killing him, left deep cuts in the freckled skin of Richie's face. He had Richie by the collar now, and was winding up for an apocalyptic uppercut when Mrs. Davies, one of the chaperones and Eddie's new personal hero, took notice of the fight.

"Mr. Bowers!" She bellowed, storming towards the crowd that had gathered around them. "Unless you want to be held back again, you will put him down!" Henry looked back and forth between Mrs. Davies and Richie, whose bleeding face was already beginning to bruise. Finally, he released Richie with a sneer, shoving him to the ground and retreating out the front doors of the gym, trailed by his thugs.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy-" Eddie knelt next to Richie and held his face in his hands. "Motherfucker. We gotta get you fixed up, and the next time I see Henry Bowers, I swear to god I'll-

"Shut the fuck up, Eddie. Let's get out of here." Richie got to his feet, and he and Eddie pushed through the people, ignoring the quizzical stares and curious glances their friends and strangers alike gave them.

The nurse's office was next door to the gym. Richie tried the door handle. Locked. He turned to leave, but Eddie stopped him, fumbling in his pocket for something.

"A-ha!" He exclaimed, and pulled out his key ring. He tried a couple different ones, to no avail. Finally, he found a key that fit in the lock and turned it. Richie heard the soft thunk of the lock sliding into place.

"You have your own key to the nurse's office?" Eddie shrugged.

"I get sick a lot. Eventually, the nurse just decided that I should be able to get in on my own so she wouldn't have to come every time I came in. Which was a lot. Also, my mom kinda demanded it."

"That checks out." Eddie hit the lights and Richie took a seat on one of the counters.

"So, what the hell was that about?" Eddie asked as he dug through the cabinets, collecting supplies.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Bowers has basically called us queers every day for the last ten years. So why'd you pick today to punch him and get the hell beaten out of you?"

"Why? Do you think I shouldn't have?"

"I mean, it was very badass, I'll give you that. Up until the bit where he almost killed you."

"You're exaggerating, Eds."

"Don't call me that." Eddie sat down on the swiveling stool in front of Richie and poured some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. "This is gonna hurt." He dabbed gently at the series of cuts on Richie's cheek. Richie's knuckles went white as he clutched the counter, but he didn't so much as whimper. "I just don't get it."

"I don't know, Eddie, I'm drunk, he was being a douchebag, I decided to be a moron. Isn't that what always happens?" Eddie didn't respond as he pressed a few butterfly bandages onto the wound. "He went after you." Richie said softly.

"Huh?"

"He went after you. I was cool until he started picking on you."

"Richie, Henry Bowers has called me a queer and a faggot and every other name in the book almost every day since he learned those words. I don't get why that upset you so much."

"I mean, are... are you? Queer, I mean?" Eddie studied Richie silently. He was being serious, for sure, but Eddie had never been asked that question before. Not even by Bowers.

"Does it matter?" He asked after what seemed like hours. "Would you still be my friend?" Richie smiled, a different kind of smile than Eddie had ever seen. It wasn't sad, but it was sincere. And there was something else in it, something Eddie had only seen almost five years previous, in the way Ben had looked at Beverly.

"I'll never stop being your friend, Eddie." Richie's voice cracked, but his eyes were clear as he took Eddie's hand and squeezed, a gesture that was familiar among the group of friends that had become a family.

"Good." Eddie held up an towel filled with ice from the freezer. "Hold this on your face. It'll keep the swelling down." He hadn't, at any point, actually answered the question.

An hour later, the two of them returned to the gym. Bowers was gone, and most everyone had gone back to dancing like nothing had happened. Eddie noticed a few drops of Richie's- or maybe it was Henry's- blood on the gym floor. Their friends were sitting dejectedly around the table in the back corner, but they all sat up when they saw Richie and Eddie approaching.

"Are you okay?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, fine. What are you losers doing?" Richie was back to his usual self, Eddie noted.

"I mean, you getting the shit beaten out of yourself kind of dampened the mood," Stan said in his usual deadpan tone.

"Lame. I'm fine, guys." Still, Richie sat. Eddie took the seat next to him, and they all sat in gloomy silence.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Mrs. Davies's voice carried over the band, which went out with a jerk. Little by little, a silence settled over the assembled students. "I have here in my hand-" she gestured with a manila envelope covered in glitter, "-the results of your votes for prom queen and king!" A cheer went up, then the room was silent again. Mrs. Davies cleared her throat. "Your Derry High School prom king and queen are... Greta Keene..." Greta tossed her hair over her shoulder as she smiled and waved from the stage. Mrs. Davies placed a delicate plastic tiara on her head. "And..." she looked at the paper quizzically, but seemed to decide that it was legitimate. "...Bill Denbrough." It was so quiet in the room you could hear a pin drop. Literally. A pin dropped off Mrs. Davies's dress and it was fully audible. Then Ben started clapping, loudly and enthusiastically, his pudgy hands creating a sound that was almost deafening in the gym. And then Stan joined him, and Mike, and Richie, and Eddie. Ben rose hesitantly to his feet, but fueled by the cheers of his friends (and only his friends, everyone else stood in stunned silence), he approached the stage and allowed Mrs. Davies to place the crown haphazardly on his head. He smiled awkwardly for a moment, then jumped down and hurried back to where his friends were still cheering.

"What j-just happened?" He asked, more confused than anything.

"What do you mean?" Richie asked, and took a conspicuous sip of his drink. "Nothing happened. Eddie and I certainly didn't break into the ballot box and switch the votes." He and Eddie shared a furtive glance.

"Are you serious? Do you know how much trouble you could get in?" Stan asked, but he was grinning.

"Y-you guys are th-th-the best."

"No shit. Now, can we get back to dancing, please? I'm getting a little bored, and Mr. Prom King over here oughta show his face on the dance floor at least once."

The rest of the dance passed in a blur of moments so odd, Eddie thought maybe he'd dreamed them. Stan rode on top of Ben's shoulders and poured drinks into his mouth from nearly three feet away without spilling a drop. Richie stole Bill's crown and spoke in a cockney accent for several minutes. He and Mike ended up in the DJ booth, and Eddie had to say that he looked right at home. However, like all parties of its kind, it burned out around eleven, and the Losers said their goodbyes. Bill, being the only other sober person there, offered to take Stan, Mike, and Ben home, if Stan would let him sleep on his couch, which he would. That just left Eddie and Richie. Eddie felt oddly apprehensive about driving Richie home, although he'd done it a hundred times.

"You're really quiet," Richie said, about a minute in, his words not fully slurred, but still obvious that he was far from sober.

"Just tired." Eddie never moved his eyes from the road.

"Is this about what I asked you earlier? Because I was stupid and wasted and I think Bowers gave me brain damage."

"Don't joke about that."

"Look, don't worry about it, Eds."

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine, fine." Richie slumped down in his seat and pouted. "We did the right thing with Bill, right?" Eddie considered momentarily.

"Yeah, I think we did. I think we proved that it's not just shiny people who can have fun at prom."

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Eddie flipped on the radio. Richie sang along, even less in tune than he had been earlier.

"Workin' on our night moves... trying to lose the..." he trailed off as he forgot the words.

"Awkward teenage blues," Eddie finished, his voice high and clear.

"Yeah. That's it." Eddie pulled into Richie's driveway. The house was dark. "You know, your mom'll kill you if she finds out you got drunk." Richie didn't respond, and when Eddie turned to look at him, he leaned forward and kissed Eddie. It wasn't a good kiss. It was sloppy and drunk and Richie's lips tasted like smoke and booze and sweat. But even so, Eddie didn't break the kiss. He didn't lean into it, either, but he didn't move to stop it. "Uh... sorry." Richie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That was dumb." He cracked a smile, but Eddie just stared at him, dumbfounded. "Really fucking stupid."

"No." It took Eddie a moment to realize that it was himself that had spoken. "Not stupid."

"Not... stupid?"

"Well... maybe a little." Richie smiled for real now.

"I'll see you, Eddie." Richie unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.

"Wait!" Eddie grabbed Richie's arm. "Do you... maybe... want to... dance?" Richie stared at him.

"Yeah. That sound nice." Eddie cranked the radio louder. It was Springsteen's "If I Should Fall Behind". Eddie took one of Richie's hands in his, and ever so softly placed the other one on Richie's shoulder. Richie's other hand slid around the small of his back. They swayed awkwardly in the headlights, their feet scuffling on the concrete of Richie's driveway, Bill's crown still glinting on Richie's head. When the song was finished, Eddie kissed Richie's cheek and got back in the car. He drove home and went to bed, and they never spoke of that night again. But years later, when Richie and Derry and senior prom were long forgotten, whenever Eddie heard Springsteen's voice singing that song, he felt a twinge in his arm that had been broken once upon a time, and he had a vague and blurry memory of a dance and a clear, starry sky.

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ddproductionsw77 · 5 years

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Whatever You Want

Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)

Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak), Stenbrough (Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough)

Characters: (Major) Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, (Minor) Stan Uris, Bill Denbrough, (Mentioned) Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Sonia Kaspbrak

Rating: T (Unless language offends you, then it’s M)

Description: Eddie is sick with the flu but there is no way he is going to compromise getting Richie sick or worrying him… Not when Richie has about a million other things going on outside of Eddie and Eddie knows it.

Author’s Note: Inspired by an idea of foulwitchqueen on Tumblr for Eddie being sick and not wanting to bug Richie when he’s super busy.

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Richie Tozier was fucking exhausted.

He was pretty sure he’d never been as busy in his fucking life as he was now. To be fair, he’d done it to himself. He didn’t let himself want too many things as a general rule. He’d been conditioned by a childhood of disappointment to not try too hard at anything; it was how he’d barely skated through high school and how he managed to get into college.

The only thing he could remember ever really wanting and trying for was Eddie but that was something completely different.

The point was in his sophomore year of college he found himself... wanting again.

He could blame his GE requirements or he could blame the fliers up in the quad or a million other things but really, he’d done it to himself. One communications class as an undecided freshman and he’d been hooked. It had been the first class he could ever remember actually buckling down in and he’d done well, really well actually. So he’d taken a few more classes second semester and declared a communication major at the start of sophomore year. And when he’s seen the audition flyers in the quad for a campus radio personality, simple disc jockeying... he’d gone for it and he’d gotten it.

The problem was now he was nearly three fourths through the year, taking and maintaining 18 credit hours and running the 4pm to 9pm slot of the campus radio, queuing music and doing some of his impressions between cramming for his midterms next week. Not to mention actively dating and living with his boyfriend and regularly meeting up with and seeing his friends... he was just so fucking exhausted.

Getting home, Richie tossed his keys on the little table next to the door Eddie had gotten for them to put their shoes under and rubbed the back of his neck. Dropping his backpack down beside the same table, he made his way to the kitchen and glanced at the clock on the stove. 9:47. Fucking typical.

Digging around, he found everything he needed for a sandwich and quickly threw one together, staving because he hadn’t eaten since noon. Taking his first bite, a thought occurred to him and he was actually surprised he was only now thinking it.

Where’s Eddie?

Usually, he’d stumble in close to 10 and he’d start making himself something to eat and before he could finish, Eddie would be padding out from the living room to scold him about eating a vegetable or some shit. But his favorite adorable little nuisance was nowhere to be found. Downing his sandwich in a few bites, Richie went off in search of his boyfriend.

He found him almost immediately.

Eddie was sprawled across the couch, the textbook for his Basic Nursing course open on the ground beneath him liked he’d been attempting to read it and couldn’t keep his eyes open. Richie smiled involuntarily at the pure cuteness of his boyfriend before he went to crouch down beside the couch, picking up the textbook and gently setting it on the coffee table before reaching over to run his fingers through Eddie’s hair.

Richie waited, expecting Eddie to groan and smack his hand away like he normally did but the boy only half mumbled something Richie couldn’t make out before snuggling himself up closer, leaning into Richie’s light touch as his breathing slowed again.

Confused, Richie glanced at the clock again, double checking it wasn’t later than he thought... Eddie never fell asleep this early. In fact, Eddie pretty much never fell asleep before Richie. He was always the last of the two of them to drift off and the first one to slip out of bed in the morning. He was a light sleeper, waking up every time Richie used the bathroom or a car alarm outside went off.

He was never this fucking out of it.

“Eddie,” Richie sighed, reaching out to wiggle the other’s ear, “Eds, baby, come on. You can’t sleep on this couch, it’s shit.”

Slowly, groggily, Eddie’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at his boyfriend, who was still lightly tugging on his ear. Reaching up, he shoved Richie’s hand away, “G’the fuckoff.”

“Come on, get your cute ass up so we can get you to bed. I don’t feel like carrying you bridal style tonight.” Richie smirked as Eddie groaned and ran a hand down his face, sitting up. “Textbook that boring, huh?”

Eddie looked up at him confused, “What?”

“It’s barely ten and you’re passed out and you usually find boring bullshit like this,” He lifted the nursing textbook from the coffee table, “Interesting,” He smirked at Eddie’s unamused glare, setting the book back down to stand and take his boyfriend’s hands, pulling him up beside him.

Eddie rolled his eyes, one corner of his mouth curling upward as he shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe I just didn’t sleep well last night. You sure as hell wouldn’t shut the fuck up.”

“You’re the one who forgot to get me more snoring strips,” Richie replied defensively.

Eddie shot him a look over his shoulder as he lead the way to their bedroom, “Nasal strips, dumbass. And you didn’t put them on the grocery list so no I didn’t forget them, I just didn’t fucking get them.”

Reaching the bedroom doorway, Richie reached out and carefully grasped Eddie’s wrist, tugging him back into his arms. Eddie easily fell into place there, putting up no fight. Softly, Richie asked, “How was your day?”

Eddie shrugged, wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck, “Not my best but I’ll be fine. Yours?”

“Fucking exhausting and I missed you the whole damn time,” Richie whined into the hair on top of Eddie’s head.

Eddie sighed, sweeping his hands over Richie’s chest, “I missed you too,” He pulled back to meet his boyfriend’s eyes, “I’m just really ready go to bed.”

“What so we can get up and do the whole fucking thing again?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, slipping from Richie’s arms to do to his dresser and change into pajamas, “That’s life, babe.”

“Our life,” Richie managed an exhausted smile as he watched Eddie from the doorway. It’d been years now since Eddie had worried about being naked in front of him.

Throwing on a long AC/DC t-shirt and boxers, Eddie turned to his boyfriend and gave him an exaggerated look, “Our life, yes.”

“Together,”

“Together, now shut the fuck up and come to bed, you sappy dipshit.”

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Eddie woke up, his head pounding, body aching and the bed empty beside him. Groaning, he covered his eyes and rolled over, gripping the comforter closer as a chill ran through his body. Taking a deep breath in, he swallowed and his heart sank.

It hurt to swallow.

Bolting up in bed, Eddie swung his feet over the side of the bed and immediately regretted it, spots appearing in his vision as his head throbbed. Hissing, he clutched his forehead and used his other hand to steady himself, “Fuck!”

After a moment of adjustment, he attempted to get up again while breathing in and out slowly and purposely. As he tried, he found himself forced to cough and pause to make sure he didn’t make himself sick. Shaking his head, he grimaced the whole way to the bathroom down the hall, muttering, “Shit, shit, shit!”

Pulling open the mirror medicine cabinet, he grabbed their thermometer and carefully put on one of the protective plastic sleeves before sticking it under his tongue. He knew for a fact Richie didn’t used the fucking covers and if he by some miracle didn’t have a fever, he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask for one…

He recognized the irony of being more than willing to stick his actual tongue in Richie’s mouth a beat later.

Once the thermometer beeped, he checked the results and groaned.

One—oh—fucking—two point nine.

“Shit,” He moaned miserably as his throat burned and head throbbed. Padding begrudgingly out of the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom and glanced at the clock next to Richie’s side. It was Friday, he didn’t have any classes on Fridays and he didn’t have to get to work at the Village Grocery for another two hours.

I just need a little more sleep, he thought already feeling drowsy again. His head hurt so much less when his eyes were closed. Just a little more sleep and then he’d be fine…

But an hour later when Eddie startled awake again, his—well, Richie’s—AC/DC shirt sticking to his back, he had to admit he might need more than just a little sleep. Bring a hand up to his cheek, he found it worryingly warm.

Yup, he was sick.

“Fuuuuck,” He groaned again, throwing his hand down on the mattress.

Coughing, he crawled across the bed and picked up the phone, quickly dialed his manager at The Village Grocery. Apologizing profusely, he called off work and started to lay back down before a thought struck him.

Fuck, what about Richie?

Sure, Eddie hated calling off work but one shift was manageable without getting fired. That wasn’t exactly true for Richie. The campus was filled with wannabe disc jockeys and Richie had been giving a three strike policy on his first day, three days off for any reason and he was fired. Not to mention if Richie got sick, he could possibly miss classes during fucking midterm week.

No way could any of that happen. First of all, they were barely making rent as was with his thirty-six hours and Richie’s twenty-five hours a week. It wasn’t like grocery stores and internships paid well. Second, if Richie got fired, they’d be basically forced to move in to some cheaper, even shittier place further away from campus, thus throughly screwing them even more. And third, Richie could possibly fail a whole course if he missed a midterm or a due date.

So, no way that could fucking happen.

Picking up the phone again, Eddie called the only person he could think of at that moment to help.

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Richie came home late again on Friday night, rolling his shoulders as he schlepped off his backpack and called out, “Spaghetti Man! Bev wants us all to go see this band she found. It’s gonna be fucking lame but I said we were—“

He paused, noticing a note left on the counter next to the fridge. Looking around, he went over and picked it up, eyebrows drawing together.

Richie—

Went to stay at Stan and Bill’s. Studying for midterms so no interruptions, okay, asshole?

Stay home and feed yourself, I’ll be back.

Eddie

P.S. By feed I mean BALANCED MEALS!

A small heart had been drawn beside Eddie’s name. I love you in his boyfriend’s written language.

The whole thing didn’t sit quite right with him. Eddie didn’t usually leave the apartment to study… actually his go to move for avoiding distractions at home was to lock himself in the bathroom and sit with his textbooks and notes in the empty tub. They’d argued about it a few times in the past.

Still, why would Eddie lie about studying? And why lie if he could easily be caught? All Richie would have to do was call the nausea-inducing Stenbrough train and ask if his precious little Eddie Spaghetti was there. Which, he told himself rather firmly, he wasn’t going to do.

He trusted Eddie. If Eddie said he was subjecting himself to Bill and Stan’s PDA so he could study then that was probably the truth.

Rolling his eyes, Richie set the note down and muttered, “Fucking dumb ass balanced meals bullshit…” He left the kitchen and went to change into something he cared about less to go and meet the others.

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“Drink,” Stan held out a glass of water to Eddie as the boy exited the bathroom, having just been sick for a fourth time since his arrival.

Eddie gave the glass a look of intimidation before shaking his head, “Give me another ten minutes.”

Stanley sighed, “If you get dehydrated, we’ll end up having to take you to the fucking hospital so which would you prefer, drinking this now or hydrating through an IV in a few hours?”

Glaring, Eddie took the glass and gingerly sipped its contents as Stan lead him back to the couch. He laid down and Stanley helped cover him in two layers of blankets, reaching out to feel his forehead, “Eddie, drinking or not, if your fever doesn’t break soon—“

“Shut up, Stanley!” Eddie groaned, “I just want to go back to sleep.”

“How you two doing?”

Stan looked over the back of the couch to see his live-in boyfriend had returned from his single Friday afternoon class. Meeting Bill’s eye, he made a face that meant nothing to Eddie, watching them from his spot on the cushions but obviously made sense to Bill because a second later the other boy said, “Eddie, have you taken your tuh—temperature in a while?”

“An hour ago, it'd gone up to 104.3,” Stan answered for Eddie, “He hasn’t let me take it since but I think he’s warmer.”

“Fucking snitch,” Eddie whined, burying his head down away from the light of the living room.

Bill shook his head, “Ignorance is not bliss, Eddie. Y—you more than anybody should want to know how sick you are.”

Eddie glared into the darkness beneath the covers, “It’s the fucking flu. It’s what everyone goddamn has right now. And I am training to be a registered nurse, you know. Being sick doesn’t scare me anymore!”

“But hospitals do,” Stan quipped, glancing between Bill and Eddie with his arms crossed over his chest, “Threaten to take him to a hospital and he’ll basically do whatever.”

“It is not the hospital!” Eddie shot back, tugging off the covers just to glare at Stan, “It’s…being an actual patient.”

“What does that even mean?” Stan asked, looking up at his boyfriend, silently asking if he knew.

Bill did know.

Bill and Eddie had been closer when they were younger, a lot closer. In fact, they’d been friends with each other before even becoming friends with Richie and Stan, even though only by a year. There were things about that that made their dynamic just different from the others. Richie and Stanley had a similar connection to each other; they just knew things that the others didn’t or got things before the others did.

Things like this.

Shifting on his feet, Bill sighed, “His muh—mom. Being a patient reminds him of his mom.”

After a moment, the explanation clicked for Stan and he suddenly couldn’t believe he hadn’t put two and two together before. Of course being locked up and plied with different prescription drugs would remind Eddie of his mother. She’d spent nearly thirteen years of his life doing exactly that to him before he’d figured out it was all bullshit.

Stan cringed and leaned over Eddie, “Hey, okay, no hospital but you have to let me take your temperature, deal? You can sleep a bit but when I ask, you have to do it.”

Eddie nodded mutely, eyes closed as he was already drifting back off.

Bill went over to his boyfriend, looking down at their sickly friend with his brow set in concern. Softly, he reached out and ran his fingertips along Stan’s arm, “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry too much.”

Stanley sighed and leaned into Bill’s touch, weaving their fingers together, “I know… he just worries so much about everyone and everything else. He needs someone to worry about him, at least a little.”

Bill laughed, tugging Stanley from the living room, “Usually Ri—Richie’s all over that. Where is he? You only said on the phone that Eddie was s—sick.”

“Yeah, well,” Stan sighed in minor annoyance, “He doesn’t want Richie to know he’s sick. Pretty stupid plan in my opinion, like those two don’t have some weird psychic connection between them, but whatever. I told him I wouldn’t say anything.”

Bill shrugged, “Well, it might be pointless anyway. Bev invited everyone out tonight; suh-someone’ll notice the three of us aren’t there.”

“He told Richie he was coming over here to cram for midterms next week,” Stan said, shaking his head. He leaned forward quickly to peck Bill’s lips before starting on dinner, “I feel like we’ll be seeing Richie sometime tomorrow with the whole thing figured out. As much as he acts like one, he’s not an idiot.”

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Richie woke up the next morning feeling about as exhausted as he had felt going to sleep, if not more. His whole fucking night had been nothing but tossing and turning. He wasn’t used to sleeping alone and when he did have to, it never went well. He couldn’t get comfortable without Eddie to snuggle or spoon and if he managed to fall asleep, he was more prone to nightmares when his better half was gone too.

Sitting up, he looked at the clock and smirked. It was getting close to noon and if Eddie were home, he’d have been telling Richie off right about then for potentially fucking up his sleep schedule.

Your day and night cycle are a delicate balance, genius. You screw with it and I promise you’ll fucking regret it, He could almost hear his boyfriend in his ear.

Speaking of his boyfriend… Noon, huh?

Eddie would be at work right then, would have started his shift at nine and only be about halfway through. Smirk widening, Richie got up and quickly got dressed, planning on paying his Eddie Spaghetti a little surprise visit.

The Village Grocery wasn’t far from the apartment, a stroke of pure luck honestly since Eddie’d had the job since before they’d moved in together. Richie could walk it relatively easily if New York traffic was agreeable. Slipping on his Chucks, he hopped out of the door, locking the place up behind him.

The walk only took fifteen to twenty minutes, Richie guessed. He didn’t wear a watch, usually just grabbing Eddie’s arm and using his when he needed one. When he made it to the front of the store, he paused looking through the glass sliding door. Eddie wasn’t at any of the registers. Generally, he usually just rung people up; only stocking or anything else if he was picking up someone else’s slack.

It was a small store, during the later hours only one or two employees would be present at a time and even at 12:30 Richie only saw three people in uniform when he went inside. Being blasted by a cold jet of air from the AC, he went over to the only vaguely familiar face he could find.

“How’s it hanging, Mary?” Richie asked, going to lean up against one of the empty check-out stations where a curvy, olive skinned girl stood.

Marisol turned to him, eyebrows coming together, “Better if it weren’t for your boyfriend.”

Marisol was the only employee remaining who’d been working at the store since Eddie started. They were casual work friends and she’d joined the Losers once or twice to hang out. She was nice enough and according to Eddie, was easy to kill time with.

Richie quirked an eyebrow, “Just the person I wanted to hear about! And where is he around here anyway?”

Mary stared at him for a moment, startled, “What do you mean ‘where is he’? I assumed home with you.”

“It’s Saturday,” Richie shrugged, tapping mindlessly on the divider between them, “He always works on Saturdays.”

“Except that he called in sick this Saturday,” Marisol said slowly, shaking her head, “Which is why you can tell him that he owes me big time for covering for him on a weekend shift.”

Richie stood for a moment, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on before starting to back away, “Right, sick… Cool, Mary, I’ll tell him, check you later!”

Leaving the store, Richie quickly haled a cab and headed toward Bill and Stan’s.

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Eddie awoke to a cool washcloth being placed carefully on his forehead. He hummed in relief, slowly pulling the stands of sleep away from his brain before slipping his eyes open. Richie’s hand slipped down from his forehead to his cheek, lightly pinching it as he smiled lightly, “Even flushed and feverish, you’re fucking adorable, Eds.”

“Whaddya doin’ here?” Eddie whined, “You’re suppose to stay away!”

Richie rolled his eyes, brushing Eddie’s sweaty hair back out of the way of the washcloth, “Yeah, and I’m pretty sure you’re suppose to tell me shit like when you’re sick. Let’s call it even, huh?”

“I didn’t wanna get you sick…” Eddie mumbled, reaching up to put a hand over his eyes to block out the light of the room, “You’ll get fired and flunk outta school…”

Cocking his head, Richie let out a single laugh, “I think you’re blowing this a bit out of proportion, honey bunny. I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to take care of you, sickness and in health and all that,” He shrugged, continuing to play with Eddie’s hair, “And if you’re gonna fucking bite it from the Black Plague, I wanna go out with you anyway.”

“It’s not the fucking Black Plague, dickwad,” Eddie pinched his nose, “It’s just the flu.”

Eddie heard only silence for a long moment.

“Eddie,” Richie said, his tone taking on a sincerity that Eddie knew he, and he alone, got to hear. Peaking out from under his eyelids, he hummed in acknowledgement. Richie continued, “Please don’t pull something like this again. Please just… talk to me next time?”

Eddie sighed, looking up at the ceiling as guilt filled his chest. Richie wasn’t exactly a please machine. He used the word about a sparingly as Eddie tended to used the L-O-V-E word. At least, in a non-joking manner. It was actually pretty fucking unfair because it meant that when he did drop it, it was fucking impossible to deny him whatever he was asking for.

Swallowing and cringing at the searing in his throat, Eddie nodded, “Okay.”

Richie let out a long breath and nodded, reaching out for Eddie’s hand to lace their fingers together.

Eddie felt his heart skip a beat, all the air in his lungs seeming to evaporate as he took in the sight of his boyfriend lightly playing with his fingers and the way he was mindfully tracing patterns on the back of his hand. He realized suddenly Richie had been worried; that he was still worried.

He didn’t have to say so… with Richie silences tended to mean more than the words that the boy so often wasted on meaningless things and sometimes the only way to get an honest answer out of him was to watch his body language. Eddie read Richie better than anyone else, even when he was running a fever.

“Stan said my fever broke a couple hours ago,” He supplied, wanting nothing more in that moment than to stop Richie’s worrying. “It’s been going down… just takes time for the body to bounce back from high fevers. But I—I’m fine, Rich. Really.”

Richie glanced at their intertwined hands for a long moment before looking up and cracking his usually smirk, “Well, thank fuck for that because I can not afford rent with my broke ass alone.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and instantly regretted it when his head throbbed in protest and his stomach churned. He groaned, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand, “Richie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Take me home,” He whined, looking over at his boyfriend, “Stan and Bill’s couch is somehow fucking worse than ours.”

Richie laughed and nodded, squeezing Eddie’s hand back, “Whatever you want, Eddie, my love.”

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kaspbrak-tozier-reddie · 4 years

Note

#1 & #30

#1 - “I’m cold” “take my jacket” & #30 - “Oh my gosh, you’re so annoying!”

Pairing: Reddie

Warnings: Sonia’s parenting, swearing, underage drinking

Masterlist + Prompt List + Asks

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Eddie and Richie have been struggling for the past year with their newly found long distant relationship. Sure they had started dating only a couple of weeks before graduation but they had to split for college. Eddie had left sooner as Sonia had wanted to move to New York to be with Eddie since he didn’t want to go to a community college. It had been had at first but considering the technology, ie. Skype and phone apps like Snapchat and Messenger, it was a little easier.

Since there is a couple weeks break for Christmas and New Years, Richie and Eddie decided to meet back in Derry. Only for the sole purpose of introducing Eddie to Richie’s parents, well as his boyfriend instead of his best friend.

So that’s where they’re at now, standing on the 2-inch high, snow-covered pavement in front of Richie’s childhood home. “Does it feel weird?” Eddie asks Richie. “I mean, you haven’t been home for a whole year.”

“It is a little,” Richie admits. “It should go well this time, hopefully.”

Sonia Kaspbrak was an easy trip, Richie was already in New York for July so Eddie thought it’d be best to tell Sonia. Of course in good Sonia fashion, she blew a casket at Richie, claiming him to be dirty and had also corrupted her saint of a son. After leaving in a huff, Eddie was apologising to Richie on the subway back to his off-campus apartment.

“Well, let’s go. It’s chilly.” Eddie says, shivering a little. Richie pushed open the gate and led Eddie up to the front door and knocking.

Richie makes a note that the house exterior has not changed within the past year, except for a new paint job. There is no more chipping paint on the exterior walls and the front door is now stained timber instead of painted red.

“Eddie!” Maggie exclaims as soon as the front door swings open, pulling him into a hug. Once she releases Eddie, she brings her son in for a bone-crushing hug. “When you said you were bringing someone over, I was hoping that it was - ” Maggie cut herself off and looks between the two boys.

Richie isn’t sure if she cut herself short because she’s happy or if she thinks it’s a stupid idea. A stupid idea that will tear their whole friendship and friend group apart if they ever break up.

“About fucking time you two! So when did this happen? how long have you been hiding this from me?” Maggie says with far too much joy laced in her voice, for Richie’s liking at least.

“Ma, can we go inside? It’s cold!” Richie whines.

“Oh crap! Yes of course.” Maggie steps aside to let Eddie and Richie into the house.

****

The house is like an oven compared to outside. The Toziers have their fireplace crackling away and a couple of heaters. Richie and Eddie remove their boots and socks and quickly changing into the spare shoes they had packed, in case of this kind of weather. Eddie can blissfully smell the roast that Wentworth and Maggie have prepared as well as the strong scent of cinnamon.

“Oh Eddie, this is a pleasant surprise,” Wentworth exclaims stepping from the kitchen to greet him. He extends his right hand outwards to Eddie, which Eddie politely shakes. “When Richie said he was bringing a boy over, I didn’t expect - “ Went pauses. “Oh my goodness!”

Eddie swears he sees Richie blush, through his peripheral vision. “So Eddie is this mysterious boy that you’ve been gushing about for the past year?” Maggie questions her son.

“’Mystery boy’?” Eddie asks Richie. Richie’s already pink-tinged face, starts to get darker before resting on a crimson.

“Well, we were keeping it a secret until we knew how serious it was,” Richie admits. “So, mystery.”

“Oh, so this is serious?” Went asks.

“Yeah,” Eddie replies.

Went and Maggie smile at each other, joyously, and quickly bring the food out of the kitchen and a bottle of white wine, while Richie and Eddie take their seats.

“I know that you’re both underage but one glass won’t kill you,” Maggie says.

Eddie could think of a whole damned list but doesn’t say anything because he knows that she’s right. If they, however, drink a whole bottle or two, they’d be in strife. He watches as Maggie pours both him and Richie half a glass of the wine, being the responsible but fun adult that she is.

Richie starts to load up Eddie’s plate with the chicken that Went made, it sort of became a habit. When they were kids Eddie was shy and scared to eat a lot of the junk food that the losers had. Only taking minuscule amounts of chips, candy, chocolate, pizza etc. Eddie never touched any soda, opting to only drink water or freshly juiced oranges that can from Mike’s farm. It was also because Sonia used to pile food onto Eddie’s plate, so Richie often did it for Eddie even though Eddie always says he could do it himself.

“This is so nice Mr Tozier,” Eddie says after a few mouthfuls of food.

“Please, Edward you’ve earnt first name privileges,” Wentworth says, “and thank you.” Eddie smiles and takes another forkful to his mouth.

****

“If you two are going up to your room, Richard, I want that door open,” Maggie says sternly.

“Okay mom,” Richie replies and leads Eddie upstairs to Richie’s bedroom.

The room’s bare except for a few posters, here and there, ones that are tattered or aren’t one of Richie’s favourite bands anymore. There aren’t any photos stuck to the edges of his mirror or framed photos on the nightstands. The sheets were still black as were the 3 blankets that Maggie must’ve put on the bed.

“I guess you aren’t allowed in my bed tonight,” Richie jokes, noting the mattress on the floor beside his bed.

“Do you want me to?” Eddie asks jokingly, the two laugh nervously, unsure of the new protocols that have just been placed in the Tozier household. It’s no secret that Richie and Eddie use to sleep in the same bed, or that both would sneak into each other’s houses in the middle of the night when they were younger. But now that they are dating?

“Screw my parents,” Richie says in his British accent.

“Not the British guy,” Eddie groans.

Richie opens his window and sits on the ledge, letting his long legs dangle over the side of the house, Eddie joins him and rests his head on Richie’s shoulder. They used to sit on the window frame for hours, looking up at the sky. If it was Summer/Spring, they’d climb up to the roof and lie on the metal sheets. Since the roof was probably covered in snow, the two sit on the frame looking aimlessly at the sky, making shapes with the stars.

“Want to drive around town for a bit and maybe go to the fields?” Richie asks.

“Just like old times, eh Rich?” Eddie chuckles, the pair climbs down the tree and make their way to the beat-up truck that never made it to Seattle. Richie didn’t want to take the truck to Seattle because everything he’d need was within walking distance or he’d use his bike.

As they got into the car, Eddie shivers, regretting not grabbing his coat on the way out. “I’m cold” Eddie whispers.

“Here, take my jacket.” Richie shrugs off his worn-out denim jacket and passes it to Eddie. Almost immediately, Eddie pulls it over his arms and wraps himself in it, enjoying the strong scent of Richie’s cologne and washing detergent.

They drove around town, taking in the breathtaking view of the retro buildings. You ever get that in big cities, the whole modernisation thing didn’t sit well with Richie and Eddie, it took a couple of months for them to get truly get used to the idea of everything. Especially with public transport.

Driving through town then to the fields on the outskirts of the town had become their thing. When Richie got his truck, he took Eddie out to celebrate. He had asked him to stay the night, in case they got back late. They went to the diner that the losers always went to and then drove around before stopping on the side of the road before the big-ass sign saying “WELCOME TO DERRY”.

Tonight was no different, except they didn’t go to the diner, they went to the 24/7 corner store for Slurpees (even though it is freezing out) and continued their drive around Derry. Richie pulls up on the side of the road and pulls out an old cassette tape that Eddie had made him a few years ago. The soft tune of ‘Tiny Dancer’ by Elton John played through the speakers. “Oh my goodness I forgot I made this!” Eddie squeaks, covering his face with his hands.

“I haven’t listened to it in years,” Richie says and takes a slurp, finishing off his Slurpee.

“I made this to express my love for you but um, I thought you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You kidding?! I kept chickening out until Stan basically pushed me to ask you out! If he didn’t I wouldn’t be with you now.”

“I’ve got to thank Stan.”

Richie shoves Eddie slightly and Eddie shoves him back. They sit in silence watching the twinkling stars and enjoying each other’s company. Eddie found himself drifting off to sleep listening to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley. Richie puts the car in drive and drives back to his house.

****

Richie struggles to carry Eddie’s sleeping body up the stairs to his bedroom while trying to not wake his parent. “Rich?” Maggie asks standing at the top of the stairs.

“Sorry, we went out and Eddie fell asleep,” Richie explains, whispering, and almost trips on the last stair, thankfully Maggie stops him and helps get Eddie into bed. “I’ll take the floor tonight.”

“Okay sweetheart, night.”

“Night.”

Richie partially closes the door and slides in beside Eddie. The boy beside him stirs a little before sitting up slightly. “Thanks for tonight, Rich,” Eddie slurs out.

“You’re welcome Eds. Do you want me to grab you something a little more comfy?”

“Yeah.”

Richie makes his way over to his dresser to get an old shirt, that he didn’t want to take but left in case he didn’t have clothes; and a pair of old sweatpants that had dozens of holes in them and hands them to Eddie. Eddie’s quick to kick off his jeans and rip off his T-Shirt and quickly slides on the items of clothing that Richie has just handed him.

“Checking me out Tozier?” Eddie chuckles.

“You know it Kaspbrak,” Richie replies and starts tickling Eddie’s sides.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so annoying.” Eddie groans out, hitting Richie’s hands away. “Just go to sleep asshole.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Richie cuddles into Eddie and listens to the sound of Eddie’s slow and steady breath and the sound of his heart beating, before finally allowing himself to drift to sleep.

#Reddie #eddie x richie #richie x eddie #edward kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak #richard tozier #richie tozier #it chapter 1 #it chapter 2

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laedraws · 4 years

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I had to exercise myself with writing and I found a prompt generator. This is probably very bad but I tried

Warning: language

Your prompt: Eddie is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Richie’s name on purpose + Your prompt: Richie hates coffee, but goes to a coffee shop and drinks some just so they can see Eddie, who works there

Richie Tozier enters the coffee shop that’s across the street the way he always does.

It’s quiet, and it’s a nice change from all the noise he’s usually exposed to.

Eddie Kaspbrak walked through the same door hours ago, half an hour before the start of his shift. He’s not thrilled about his job, but it’s not the worst he could be doing, either.

It’s quiet, and it’s a nice change from all the noise his thoughts make inside his head.

Richie Tozier hesitates only a few seconds before taking his place in line, not needing to mentally rehearse his order.

Eddie Kaspbrak has had anxiety all of his life, he still checks every order twice, despite knowing each one by heart.

Richie Tozier hates coffee. Don’t get him wrong, he usually gladly throws himself onto everything that could possibly make him develop some sort of addiction; but the light adrenaline wave coffee provides just isn’t worth the shitty taste.

Eddie Kaspbrak has learnt from a very young age that sometimes you have to just pinch your nose and swallow whatever substance your body does (or doesn’t) need. He grew up weak, and medicines helped him, or so his mother said. Caffeine was just another help, a boost for when his useless body claimed sleep too early or too often. A necessity, really.

Richie Tozier hated caffeine, but ordered a cup of coffee anyway. He always did, because the only reason he even entered the coffee nearly every other day was to tell said order to the brown eyed boy working at the counter.

Eddie Kaspbrak saw him the moment he got in line. He ordered the same thing every day, and it was the only time of the day Eddie didn’t need to repeat the order in his head until he had handed the cup to the customer in line.

Richie smiled, Eddie smirked.

“Your name?”

Your name is Richie. I know this. I heard your friends call after you. I heard you saying it yourself while you were trying to sound professional on the phone. You failed, by the way.

“Richie”

Please remember it right this time. I spelled it clearly, for you. I’m only here because of you. Fuck. I don’t even care how much this shit’s overpriced if I get to hear you call me correctly for once. (I want to hear my name on your lips)

Eddie grabbed a sharpie and scribbled something onto the soft cardboard. It made a soothing sound and he dared to quickly look up to the other, curly black hair partly hiding the huge frame of his glasses. He looked so hopeful Eddie almost felt bad.

It’s a cute name really. R-I-C-H-I-E. Has a nice ring to it, too. It would be a shame if someone put a T in there.

He finished writing, turned the cup so that Richie couldn’t see it, and moved to make his coffee. Cupboards sounds tingled in the air. He was aware of Richie’s presence somewhere behind him, but it didn’t make him nervous. He wasn’t overthinking for once. It was their little game, or Eddie’s at least, if the other somehow hadn’t caught up yet.

“Here you go” he said as he finished pouring it, half smiling but carefully avoiding the other’s eyes.

Richie smiled back and took his coffee, then quickly stopped in his tracks.

Are you fucking kid-

“-ding me?”

Eddie turned around, eyebrow raised.

Him and his fucking trashmouth. While he mentally zeroed any possibility he may have had with the cute boy from the shop he could clearly hear the distinct voice of Stanley Uris himself, telling him to stop being so freaking loud all the time. Serves him well for never listening to Stan the Man.

“Is something wrong?”

If Eddie was having a mini panic attack the moment he heard Richie complain (which he was), he didn’t show it.

And then something incredible happened, something so rare it could be comparable to the passage of some comets in the sky. Richie Tozier was left speechless.

“I-“ he started, flushing through his pale skin. “I’m sorry” he finished. “I just…was wondering how you think it’s pronounced? Maybe RiTchy?” He added, a sincere smile softening the joke.

It took some seconds for Eddie to blink away his confusion and pick up that the other was in fact fucking with him.

“You pay for the coffee, not for accuracy”

What the actual fuck was that, Kaspbrak.

“Excuse me?” It was Richie’s turn to be confused now.

“We put names on the cups so they don’t get mixed up, it’s a practical tip which also happens to do wonders for health codes, ‘cause imagine picking someone else’s cup that’d be so anti-hygienic and have you ever heard of a staph infection-”

Richie had honestly lost himself trying to follow the other’s train of thoughts, the only thing he could think about was that all the rambling made the boy in front of him look strangely cute.

“…and basically my point is that in the end the name is not really relevant for the service, so-”

(cute, cute, cute)

“Well yeah okay I’m sorry, I got it, I was kind of a dick-” And then Richie snorted because of course, he had to add “A Dick, get it? Because my name’s Richard?”

The barista blinked, but otherwise had no response. If Stan had been there, he would have smacked Richie in the head, which, fair enough. He suddenly became painfully aware of the line growing behind him.

“Alright, for real now, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, just… uh, you’ve been butchering my name for weeks now and I guess I overthought it a little? Thought that maybe you didn’t like me which, I guess you’d be right in doing after this..”

Eddie felt like the shittiest person on the planet because you see, Richie’s eyes looked like those of a kicked dog behind those stupid glasses.

So when the other reached for his money and paid, muttering a ‘keep the change’ under his breath, Eddie took a deep sigh and- where’s my inhaler when I need it?

“It’s Eddie!”

“Uh?” Richie turned around, the cup of coffee still warm in his hand, the steam fogging the base of his glasses.

“Eddie. It’s my name. In case you wanna butcher it back”

As Richie looked at him Eddie felt his cheeks go down two shades. And then a wide, heartfelt grin pictured himself on the black haired boy’s face and Eddie felt his chest relax as if he really took a huge spray out of his inhaler.

“Nice one” he decided, and then, as a grin formed on his face: “Mind if I call you Eds?”

Eddie shook his head. Yes, he did mind, but he guessed they were even now.

“No” he lied while moving to the next costumer: “I owe you one”

And with that Richie could have considered himself satisfied, really. Not only the cute boy- Eddie, he quickly reminded himself, would call him by his correct name from now on, but Richie knew his, too.

You could just have asked, he heard Stan’s voice echo in his mind.

But isn’t it enough to just sit into my Hawaiian shirt, lovestruck? He would have probably said back.

(Yes that is the variation of a meme I just quoted. No, Stan, I physically cannot talk ‘normal’)

And so he refused to walk through the door, lingering on the back of the counter, respectfully out of line: “That’s nice to know, Eds. How about Eddie Spaghetti?”

That’s where Eddie drew the line.

“I said I owed you one, don’t push it”, but he was smiling.

Richie noticed it, and that’s why he said: “Alright Spaghetti-head”

He forgot he was holding coffee, because the smug face he was picturing having fell apart as he took a sip of his drink and almost spit it all out. Luckily the other was too busy to notice it.

Eddie handed the order to his current costumer, and forgot all about work policies and ‘professionalism’ as he absent-mindedly slipped in a conversation with the boy he had been purposely misnaming for weeks: “Beep-beep Richie”

“Did you just beeped me?” Richie added, faking indignation.

“Yeah, you’re annoying”. But there was no serious tone in his voice. Then, he quickly added: “Can I ask you something?”

Richie was glowing: “Yeah, sure”

“Why don’t you order something else if you dislike coffee?”

Richie’s heart did something funny in his chest as he realized he was panicking in his spot.

“Huh?”

“Yeah I can see you throwing it away as you walk out, you know. The poor plant outside has probably become addicted to caffeine by now. At first I thought it was me, that I had fucked up your order or something. That’s why I started to spell your name wrong, I was pissed because I thought you didn’t like the service or something. And I used to check every time, and I’m pretty sure that I had done alright”

Richie started to understand how Stan must feel while dealing with his shenanigans, because he suddenly had the urge to smack himself in the head, too.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry if you thought that! I swear it has nothing to do with you-

(It has everything to do with you, just not in the way you’d think)

“-I just like coming here, and it wouldn’t sit well with me if I didn’t support the place, somehow. Does it make sense?”

Eddie didn’t look too convinced but he wasn’t one to push people too much. He just nodded and bit his lip, going on another tour to the coffee machine.

“If that’s how it is then, I was thinking, how about I make you another one? Another order, I mean. One that you actually like. I promise I’ll spell your name right this time”

“That’d be cool, actually. Do you have anything with chocolate?”

Eddie smiles and gestures him to go back in line.

Richie patiently waits, and when Eddie hands him his new order he forgets about checking his name’s spelling. He smiles at Eddie and maybe stares a little too long before thanking him and finally walking out the place.

It’s only when he passes the poor plant he’d been accidentally feeding with caffeine that he remembers the previous conversation.

On the cup, truth to his word, Eddie wrote “Richie”, the clear handwriting striking on the white cardboard. Under it, there’s a row of numbers Richie takes some seconds too long to decipher.

When it finally hits him, it makes his body warm despite the weather and a sincere smile brightens his face.

Richie Tozier goes home and doesn’t hear the noises of the street over the memory of Eddie’s voice he’s playing in his head.

Eddie Kaspbrak finishes his shift hours later, takes out his umbrella and lets the sound of the rain silence his overthinking, as thoughts of Richie bloom at the edge of his mind.

#it #it chapter one #it chapter two #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #losers club #the losers club #Richie x Eddie #prompt generator #fanfic

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coldflashwave-baby · 5 years

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In honor of 2019, here’s a list of every story I’ve posted or updated in 2018

So we can learn to pick ourselves back up

They were sitting at the dining room table with a man in a business suit. He seemed familiar, but Barry just couldn’t place it. Until the man met his eyes. The Batman. “Barry,” Ms. Jefferson, his social worker, greeted. “This is Mr. Bruce Wayne. He’s come to discuss taking you into his home…”

-------

Or the 'Bruce Wayne adopts Barry instead of Joe' AU

Shadows creep and want grows stronger

It was crazy, but he couldn’t let Barry go now. He had the Flash in his arms, full of love and admiration for him, choosing him over everyone else. It was what he always dreamed of.

Series: Part 6 of Barry Mardon

Memories have teeth, too

All Leonard Snart wanted was to take the cute bartender out on a date. He didn't mean to get involved in a LITERAL blood feud.

Deeper into the parallel universe I had found

In another world, Barry and Len were married. In that world, Len died in Barry's arms. On that Earth, Barry and Oliver founded the Justice Lords and created 'world peace', at the expense of freedom.

On Earth-1, Barry and Len have only been dating for a little over a year, the Flash is still a hero, and the world is running smoothly.

Not flesh and blood, but the heart

Harry’s heart nearly stopped when the news came that Zoom attacked the college, and a young man had been taken. According to the newscasters, Zoom had been going after a girl, but the young man jumped in the way and begged that he take him instead.

Zoom obliged.

God Brought Us Together for a Reason

Len believed in the supernatural his whole life, ever since his mother passed and he swore he saw an angel over her deathbed.

When he turned eighteen, he trained to be a demonologist under a man named John Constantine. That’s how, ten years later, he met Barry Allen.

No Place like Home

Sara Lance always dreamed of leaving Kansas, of visiting the world beyond cornfields and her father's stories about Mill Town and the Old Road. Then, the tornado came, and everything she thought she knew changed...

The Finger of God

He’d found himself in that storm.

He found his purpose.

He was the storm.

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A Twister AU

We Raise Darkness

Two years ago, Barry lost his fiance. Now, he's in and out of depressive moods, trying to move on with his life with the help of Michael Snart and Mick Rory. But there's something lurking in the dark, reaching out to the land of the living, its hand reaching out to grab Barry...

I am human and I need to be loved (just like everybody else does)

Nora and Joe didn’t tell them about the Charmed Ones, three witches joined together by an unbreakable bond of love and family, making them the strongest witches ever to live and the only ones who could conjure the greatest spell of all--the Power of Three.

Nora, fearing for her children and the warlocks and demons that would hunt them once they came into their powers, cast a spell that would bind their magic until they were ready.

What she didn’t expect was that, even after her death, they still wouldn’t be ready to shoulder the responsibility. They’d have to learn and grow on their own.

---- A Charmed AU

The thing that monsters have nightmares about

Barry panted, looking around at the piles of dust. Why was he so angry? All he could think about was that, a week ago, he’d felt numb and worthless. Now, it was replaced by anger and an almost bloodthirsty fury.

He wasn’t sure if it was better or worse, but at least he was feeling something. And it all started when…

He tightened his hand around the stake. No. No.

Like ‘em dangerous, rough, occasionally bumpy in the forehead region

When Barry stepped through the door of Saints, all eyes turned to him. Almost every vamp and demon in town recognized him by this point. They were all tensing, posturing, ready for a fight to break out and to get their chance at the Slayer.

All but one.

I owe you pain

“Zolomon needs this to complete his mission,” Oliver said, staring at the ax in front of them blankly. “He will use it to drain every potential Slayer and demon unworthy of his army until he’s powerful enough to face you. You have to keep it far away, Barry. It’s your duty.”

Barry opened his mouth to reply, but a horrifying screech cut through the near silence of the cavern. Barry fell to his knees and covered his ears while scanning the area around him. He couldn’t see anyone, but he knew it was a warning.

Black Siren knew where the weapon was, and she was coming for it.

Just plain screwing their brains out ‘cause they don’t want ‘em anymore

“So, are you like Barry’s boyfriend or something? Is that why he keeps blowing everyone off? Because I kind of get it now if it is…”

“Shut up,” Mick snapped.

Seize the moment, ‘cause tomorrow you might be dead

"But you reminded me that Len might be dead, but I’m not. I have to live and move on...and I want to move on. Because I love you, too. And, after all this, I want to be with you.”

He leaned forward and pressed their lips together, ignoring the gasps of surprise from across the bar. “You’re the one."

Our Darhkest Secrets (with @mx-jinxous )

It’s been two years since Mick and Barry broke up since they blamed one another for their boyfriend’s death. Now, fate has brought them together again for another mission, one that holds a secret to Barry’s past and may rip everything they thought they knew apart forever.

Love is much stronger than war

But as the city mourned the Flash, no one cared for Barry Allen, the young CSI who had been a suspected casualty of Zoom’s meta army, though a body had never been found. It never would be, either. -------

Len didn't sacrifice himself at the Oculus, knowing he had a husband to come home to. Barry sacrificed himself to get his speed back, knowing that he had a husband to protect.

Said the Snake

Savitar and Killer Frost kidnap Cisco and try to bring him to their side.

The Liar’s Kiss

Barry nearly brained himself on the edge of his desk as his head shot up at the familiar voice. When his eyes landed on her, his heart skipped.

God, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Iris...”

Somebody call out to your brother (He’s calling out your name)

His phone beeped in his pocket. A text. He pulled it out, his jaw dropping when he saw what it was.

From: Nimbus- Dude, isn’t that your brother?

There was a picture attached of Mark, sitting at the bar of Saints & Sinners, wearing a ball cap and drinking a beer. He was waiting for Barry.

“Barry?” Len said. “Everything okay?”

Series: Part 5 of Barry Mardon

Late Night Angst

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Mick’s name flashed across his screen, followed by a message: ALEXA.

Shit.

He jumped out of his seat. “Enough, everyone. We’re officially in Alexa Mode."

Series: Part 2 of Late Night with Len And Barry

Push and pull like a magnet do

On one hand, Eddie was a speedster, like him. He understood Barry, and made him feel special and like he wasn’t alone anymore. He could picture himself being happy with Eddie.

But then, there was Len and Mick.

Series: Part 4 of Barry Mardon

#coldflash #coldflashwave #flashwave #westcanary #killerflashvibe #eobarry #olivarry #my fics #legends of tomorrow #the flash #arrow #barry allen #leonard snart #mick rory

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absurdgeometry · 5 years

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Eddie

It was a lonely gas station, set beside a country crossroads surrounded by forest and cornfields. Its walls were peeling cinder block and the floor was a filthy bare cement slab. Rows of grey hardware store shelving sported room-temperature snack foods. Everyone was gone for the evening, except my brother Eddie and me, waiting for our catch to come in.

Eddie parked his butt on a plastic five gallon bucket and scratched under his choker necklace, one whose sole purpose was to cover up a snail tattoo on his neck. He pulled two cans of beer from a cooler, opened them and and handed one to me.

The sun was low in the Summer sky and even bugs on the pavement outside were casting long shadows through the open doorway. 'Andy' should be here pretty soon.

. . .

So: people die. They die doing what they did in life, running, swimming, pooping, screwing, whatever. Inevitably a percentage die driving.

Recursive Engineering Corporation had sold services for millions of self-driving cars before it was sued out of existence, so for them that percentage had become pretty impressive. Some drivers were old and went of natural causes, some choked on food, or committed suicide or OD'd. And when this happened, they would go limp at the controls, causing the car's software to assume they had dozed off and let self-driving mode take over.

That was the first bug. The second was that rather than stop at a destination, the car would just keep driving, touching on all the familiar places the deceased person had routinely visited in their particular life. These rolling coffins never stopped, as long as there was money in the owner's account to robofuel or charge at gas stations. It didn't help that tintable windows were a fashion now.

This might have been an innocent mistake in the beginning but REC had no incentive to fix it. As long as their customers were still legally alive and driving around, Recursive still collected billions in revenue on their service. In court it was revealed that the bug had been pointed out internally but ignored, so they lost everything and were convicted of massive fraud, improper disposal of human remains and Felony Carbon Waste.

Authorities seized control of course and ordered all the wayward vehicles home to police stations for next of kin to identify, but Recursive's database was as corrupt as their ethics and a large number of those cars simply fell off the grid.

The public was horrified and reacted immediately. Bumper stickers read: 'Friends don't let friends drive dead', or the ever popular 'If you can read this sign then you are alive'. Eddie had one of those himself.

A rock band named Clown Car of Death achieved some success. Their logo was a cartoon speeding car with dead clowns hanging out of all the windows. Quite a lot of dead clowns actually, for such a tiny car.

I will never look at headlights in my rear view mirror the same way again.

That, then, is where our money-making opportunity began, and money we did need. Eddie had worked for REC as a programmer and while he had escaped prosecution he suddenly found himself without a job or even a career. He had expertise on this subject though, and with such a large mess to clean up, people were ready to pay without too many questions. I myself was in between jobs and marriages, and ready to join anything.

I did ask him once what he had seen back when he worked for Recursive. He just burped out the words 'gag order' through his bong hit, causing him to actually gag. He looked a little angry so I didn't ask again.

. . .

Our sunny morning had begun with a voicemail:

'There's a flyblown mess that cruises through our neighborhood twice a week. I can't get the city to do anything about it. Kids are playing here! They call it Maggoty Andy and make up stories about it. They used to be such normal kids. Please get rid of this thing, we will pay cash.'

Maggoty Andy is actually a pretty common name these days. Everyone thinks they're clever, but we've picked up at least ten Andys. We have heard other names...

La Abuelita Seca was our favorite customer, an elderly woman who drove very politely and kept her air conditioner high and dry. She mummified completely, no mess. I respect that.

Mazarotten was one who got away. It was a supercharged retro-chrome chartreuse Evantra owned by a hobby racer, which became famous when she got stuck on a community race track, running other cars off the course. Sadly she crashed and burned on the wall before taking the cup. Cremation may be dignified, but it didn't pay our rent.

The Traveling Salesman Problem was our hardest case. TTSP's real name was Masoud, a beloved four-star Kirby vacuum cleaner salesman, extreme extrovert, and maybe a little manic. His regular path was all over damn North America, in a pattern so complex that by the time we caught him, he was just bones rolling around the footwell under his gas pedal.

So many stories, but even I think Topps went a bit too far with those cards.

. . .

We heard tires on gravel and I checked my watch. Outside, sure enough our Andy was coming up the road. Right make and model, and if there was any doubt left you could also see an arm hanging out the window, flopping around with a few fingers missing, slapping flies away at every bump.

It's tempting to throw a net over the whole mess as soon as you see it, but these things can be evasive. They're made to pick up the driving style of their owners, within the law. Want to get there fast and don't mind sudden starts and stops? Or do you prefer a smooth ride and willing to take your time? Just drive a little and your car will get it. Anyway some cars really are jerks. Some react like they're being carjacked, and will almost run you down. So we would stay patient, and wait for them to stop and connect to the pump before making any moves.

Andy's car was a two tone Volkswagen Baja Humbug, yellow fading into a deep caramel brown, with embedded flakes of gold in the finish. I admired its beauty until it came close enough to smell. The pump reached out, pecked its hose around like a bird until it found the open gas port and began to fuel. It looked so maternal.

Right then we rushed to shove a power jack under the front bumper and lift its drive wheels off the ground, but the VW was having none of that. It backed up suddenly, tearing the pump nozzle loose in a splatter of gasoline, and then shot backward, running over my foot, to crash into the front of our tow truck. I have never seen that before, auto-drives are fanatically safe, but whatever, we were now kind of screwed. The car had no reason to stop. We tried to corral it with our bodies, and while it seemed unwilling to hit us directly, we were in a stalemate. Eddie was forced to do the unthinkable: he dove through the driver side window on top of the reeking glop that was 'Andy' and pulled out the keys. My hero! But, eww.

Per ritual, we removed the battery and front wheels, sealed the windows and doors with tape and biohazard stickers and winched it onto the back of our tow truck. A closer look revealed that the rear sensors were cracked and the inspection sticker had been hand-drawn with magic marker, a long time ago. What a slob.

Back inside, Eddie sat down on the bucket and looked really tired.

'You know the best thing about this job? It ends. Every time we catch one the numbers go down, not up. Someday we'll catch the last one, and this whole mess will be over.'

I grabbed the rest room keys and headed outside for a piss. Just ten steps into the dark though, there was Eddie's car, a deep-sea blue Ford Tesla, moving slowly over the weedy gravel. A shadow inside confirmed that someone must be stealing it. I ran up and pounded on the driver side window to get a look at this asshole, but he just slumped over sideways, hitting his bare teeth against the glass. A black choker necklace slipped down his mummified neck, revealing a snail tattoo. The car picked up speed and pulled away from me, bumping over clumps of grass before it hit the road. As its red tail lights dwindled into a black spiky horizon of trees beneath the sunset, I raced back toward the yellow glow of the gas station door, screaming Eddie's name.

In the corner of my eye, a second set of headlights began to twinkle through the distant forest from the opposite end of the dirt road.

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CHAPTER 12

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Stan can’t really say he saw much of Richie the week following their… well, whatever it was. Richie hadn’t mentioned it afterwards, not even in passing, so Stan was left trying to grapple at all the words in his mind to find one that fit his and Richie’s rather odd predicament. See, they had sex - Stan was aware of that much and he couldn’t justify dumbing himself down to call it anything but. The only issue is, that sex is a heavy word, a word which is sexual in nature - obviously - the word sexual literally stems from sex. And that right there is the big, glaring issue. In big glaring, neon letters. They had sex but it wasn’t sexual . It was just messing around. A bit of fun, they had both agreed.

Can sex be non-sexual? Does that even make sense? Well, Stan supposes that nothing really had to be anything. Kissing under an alter is technically the same action as kissing Richie with a belly full of booze - but the context changes its meaning so drastically that Stan’s head spins at the notion that they may even be related at all. So sex - with Richie - his best friend - Richie - was hardly comparable to the romantic throws of passion he had witnessed painted across the big screen of the Aladdin on the occasions that they had managed to sneak into an R-rated movie.

Richie’s lips were sucked into his teeth, barely letting the sharp pants that were being punched out his lungs. His eyes screwed tight and fingers wrapped almost painfully in Stan’s curls - cupping the back of Stan’s head to bring him closer. Stan tried to hold back a groan as Richie panted openly into his mouth - tongue licking at Stan’s lips. Stan entertained the kiss, more hot panting and wanton licking than anything else - but it made Stan’s stomach ache for more. Stan increased the pace of his thrusts, letting a keening groan escape into Richie’s mouth, feeling the way Richie tightened around him. Richie let out a broken curse, voice strained and arched his back into Stan, fucking back onto him with earnest.

Stan thought carefully about the previous week - trying his best to compare the moans and violent reactions of Richie - laid sprawled out on the bed, writhing with Stan’s dick up his ass - with the gentle, almost rose-tinted feminine breaths of passion from one of Bill’s stupid romance movies. Stan found himself grimacing at the thought. They were always fucking terrible. Terrible, but granted Stan with a vague understanding that what he and Richie did was different, it wasn’t sexual or romantic at all. It was just as they had said, fun.

Stan forcibly shook the train of thought from his head as he focused on work. He overcomplicates things, or so his friends say.

The Diner was no busier than usual, having two or three orders coming through every couple of minutes. The casual steadiness was nice, giving him and his friends enough to keep them busy - or in Richie’s case - out of trouble, without overwhelming them. Beverly and Ben were kept just busy enough to keep them out the front, which Stan is sure that Ben is secretly glad of, getting a chance to talk to Beverly without Beverly skirting out to talk to Bill or Mike - not for any particular reason other than Beverly likes talking to everyone. Although Eddie usually ushers her away when she starts to describe the customers whose lips were wrapped around the forks he was cleaning.

Stan was currently busying himself by writing next week’s rota. Which thankfully, was much simplier now that the kid with the piercings had ‘quit’, since the only part-timers who were employed were all currently working. Although, it did mean that each of them had to pick up an extra night shift a week in his place which admittedly, meant their nightly trips to the Marsh were always on member down, but they managed to adjust alright.

He popped his head out through the red swing-door to catch Beverly, who was organising some notes in the cash register. She was watching Ben with a sort of dopey expression, as he wiped down a fairly clean-looking table near the door. Stan felt as though he was somewhat intruding, as he usually does when he interrupts a conversation - verbal or not. So he coughed, and Beverly turned her smile to his direction.

“Hey, I was meant to catch you earlier - but you were busy talking to Bill.” She said, folding over a wad of twenties and slipping them into the drawer.

“Oh?”

“We’re out of band-aids.” She had this sort of knowing smile tugging at her lips and with great reluctance, Stan sighed.

“Richie tried juggling the vegetable knives again?” Beverly responded with a half laugh and a roll of the eyes. “Sometimes I wonder how he gets himself dressed in the morning, honestly.”

Richie - who had a strange tendency to appear whenever he’s being spoken about - walked out through the swing door, jostling Stan, who was half in the door, in the process, carrying a plate of pancakes and setting it down in front of a rather unimpressed looking trucker, who barely waited until the plate was set down before stabbing his fork into the food. Stan glanced down at the half a dozen plasters stuck around Richie’s fingertips and he couldn’t help but follow Richie’s hands down to his thighs and - oh my God - Richie was wearing his shorts inside out.

Beverly must have noticed it too and grabbed Stan’s arm and squeezed - don’t say anything - and he didn’t, just held the door open for Richie as he bowed and made his exit at the two. “I think I spoke too soon. How long do you think it’ll be before he spills coffee on his legs?”

Beverly dropped her hand and snorted, shaking her head, “It’s like fifty degrees in here how is he not freezing?”

Stan handed over the clipboard he was holding to Beverly, who began to fill her name into some of the blank spaces of the table. “He’s a nuclear reactor - he never gets cold, he sleeps without a shirt on some nights with the window open. In the Winter. I believe he has advanced brain-rot.”

Beverly paused for a split second, “You have a lot of sleepovers?”

Stan blinked, oh - probably shouldn’t have mentioned that. Not that it’s a big deal, friends have sleepovers all the time - it’s not like he has anything to hide. Well, within reason. “We used to have sleepovers all the time - before we started working here - now between work, school and the marsh I think if I had to look at any of you anymore I would blow my brains out.”

“Hey!” She said it lightly, clearly finding it more amusing than rude.

“We don’t have any classes together. You, Ben and Mike are exempt from my previous statement.”

“Not true, we have Gym together.”

Stan rolled his eyes as he took the clipboard she presented back to him, “Yes, we converse so much in Gym, between stopping Richie from pulling Bill’s shorts down, stopping Bill trying to break a Tennis racquet over Richie’s head and shoving Eddie’s aspirator in his mouth every two minutes, I always have plenty of time to stop you for a leisurely chat over the fence.”

She laughed and turned back to the cash drawer, eyes falling straight back to Ben, who was now fiddling about with the jukebox. Stan was tempted to tell him that no, they haven’t got any New Kid on the Block added yet, Ben, but there’s only so many times a man can have that conversation before he loses his mind, so he decides against it and moves back into the kitchen - setting the clipboard on a space beside Bill, who was staring intently at a frying egg.

“Stare at that egg any longer Big Bill and you’ll fertilize it!” Richie barks out, appearing from nowhere as he usually does and poking Bill in the ribs, earning himself a smack in the shoulder from Bill’s spatula.

“Don’t puh-poke me - you know it hu-hurts!” Bill tried to look upset, but Bill was terrible at controlling his face and his mouth twitched a little as he battled a smile.

“It only hurts cuz you’re so skinny.” Richie rubbed his shoulder dramatically.

“No! Your fingers are just b-b-boney.”

“You’re both technically right.” Stan pointed out. Richie scoffed and knocked Bill’s hat to the floor as he moved past Stan, shouldering him as he went past. Stan pulled a face and rubbed his shoulders - even his shoulders were boney.

Bill picked up his hat and set his attention to the clipboard, sending the egg what could only be construed as threatening glances every so often as he all but carved his name into the sheet in his unnecessarily heavy chicken scratch. “Do you th-think I’m too skinny, M-Mike?”

Mike made a nuh-uh type of low noise from the fryers, “You’re a stud, man.”

Bill glowed at the praise, everyone, including Bill himself ignoring the obvious glaring lie. Somewhere from the direction of the fridge Stan heard Richie sing the opening to Scat Man, replacing Scat with Stud. No one made any notice to him, except a small groan from Eddie when Richie starting scatting.

Bill waved the clipboard at Stan, who took it from him and managed to catch a glimpse at the griddle. “You’re burning your egg there, stud.” Bill’s face dropped into a scowl as he spun round and started scraping the blackening egg off of the surface, swearing at it in anger. Stan doesn’t understand how, but anything Bill keeps his eye off seemingly burns in seconds. At first they blamed Richie, thinking he would turn the temperature up when Bill’s back was turned - turns out Bill just has bad luck. This usually meant Bill would just stand and glower at whatever he was frying, tongue stuck up out of his lip in concentration. Richie would say if Bill concentrated that much in Math then maybe he wouldn’t be failing, Bill usually lobbed his spatula at him, wordlessly pulling another from the large pocket of his apron.

Stan moved away, purposely avoiding making eye contact with the black char left on the griddle - it usually burned into his skull until he would go over with a wire scouring pad and scrub it clean - burning his fingers in the process. Whenever Bill sees him moving over to his station after that particular incident, Bill moves his body in front of the griddle, an almost guilty smile on his face, like a child hiding Mommy’s favourite mug behind his back after seeing how far he could drop it before it broke.

He asked Eddie if he wanted to work any nights next week - Eddie was a fifty fifty shot - depending on how he felt. See, there was no cook come evening time, so usually it was just coffee - maybe the odd sweet treat from the display cabinet but there was usually little to do besides cleaning. The prospect didn’t bother Eddie - except the risk of having to touch the dirty coins from a dirty trucker’s hands. He would rant about how many particles of excrement have been discovered to live on coins, and how 99% of one dollar bills have traces of cocaine on them - that means it’s been up someone’s nose guys.

This week, Eddie barely let Stan finish his question before deadlining a hard no. Stan side-stepped a small puddle of bubbles that he has begun to just expect whenever Richie slinks his way over to Eddie, and made his way to the fridge - where he could hear Richie still scatting. Stan groaned into himself, preparing his mind for Richie. He tapped the handle of the fridge six times before opening it, hardly recognising that he had done it.

The cool air of the fridge blushed his cheeks almost immediately, and there Richie was stood, balancing several stacked tins of buttermilk on his finger, wobbling around trying to balance the teetering tower, wearing inside out black basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt which looked a size too small for him, clinging onto his shoulders. Stan assumes he stole it from Bill, who seems to come in complaining every other week about losing the shirts he wears to work.

Stan closed the door behind him, to keep the fridge at 35 degrees, as per regulation. He taps the handle six times after he closes it. He opens his mouth but before he even begins to form a sentence, Richie raises his free hand to silence him, swaying in the opposite direction to counteract the motions of the tins.

“Staniel, I am extremely busy - this better be important.”

“Don’t call me that - I’m completing next week’s rota, what evenings do you want me to put you down for?”

“I thought I said it better be important, and this ” Richie waggled a finger at him, “doesn’t fit the bill.”

“I can tell you what does fit the Bill though,” Stan taps the pen six times against the paper as Richie accidentally kicks a box, edging it every so slightly into an angled position. Stan found it difficult to tear his eyes away from it.

“Pray tell.”

“That shirt you’re wearing.”

Richie swears as he overbalances himself too much, and the tins clatter to the floor. “Aw fuck, almost beat my record.” Richie gives Stan a look that Stan knows is a prompt for Stan to ask him how long his stupid record is. He doesn’t. Richie makes a face to himself and picks up the tins, one is dinted, Stan notes. “Well, one of Georgie’s shirts could fit Bill so that doesn’t really add a notch to your belt.”

That’s a fair point. Bill is an estimate of three inches wide and thirty-seven feet tall, well - five foot eight - but in the middle of a growth spurt, which if the constant complaining about the pains in legs are to go by, is set to send him shooting.

“What shifts, Richie?”

“Well, tell me what’s left and we can work from there, pardner.”

Stan grimaced at the voice - and also at all the tins not being rotated so the front text and the dusty-coloured orange label sits front.

Stan reads Richie the rota and Richie contemplates it for a moment before fixing his glasses and taking the clipboard and pen from Stan’s hands. “How come Beverly always gets first dibs, is she giving her supervisor … sexual favours?” He winked suggestively at Stan and wiggled his hips a little. Previously, Stan would have thought nothing of it, but the sight makes Stan think back to Richie’s hips wiggling to adjust to Stan being full flush inside him made his mouth turn to cotton.

“Shut up, Richie.”

Richie quickly scrawled his name down and pressed the back of the clipboard into Stan’s chest, pushing until he was walking Stan into the door of the fridge. Stan’s eye caught the smudge of ink on the fleshy part of Richie’s hand - he was left handed so Richie usually had ink markings there during class, but he usually washed them off when he was at the bathroom. The black smudge stayed fixated on his mind even as Richie opened the door behind him, almost sending Stan sprawling to the floor. He managed to regain his balance, as Richie cackled at him.

He didn’t tap the door handle.

Stan knew this wasn’t significant. A door handle didn’t need to be tapped six times before it was opened and closed, it’s redundant and time consuming and sure, before he got his meds he would have cried for hours into his Mother’s shoulder about it, convinced something terrible was going to happen. He’s better now, he knows better. So that leads Stan to ponder, why was he pushing Richie back into the freezer and furiously tapping on the door.

Six times for Richie opening it.

Six times for Stan closing it.

Six times to open it again.

Simple.

Stan felt ridiculous doing it, a strange heaviness in his belly of embarrassment - he wasn’t quite sure what was causing this particular tick to come back and to be honest, it was worrying. He made a note to call his Doctor on Monday.

“Is that morse code? Who are you signaling, Stanny-boy.”

Fuck, he was almost done, too. With Richie’s interruption he has to start again, “Richie, shut up for a minute - just don’t talk or say anything.” He continued tapping, and Richie - who had his hand raised to his brow in a salute - stayed dutifully silent until the tapping ceased and Stan sighed in relief as he opened the door.

Stan waited for Richie to walk out after him and tapped six more times before closing it. He moved the clipboard back into the shelf near Eddie - top shelf of all the clean plates and such was reserved for the paperwork and rotas. Not that Eddie knew - he couldn’t reach it.

Stan went to move to go over to the Kitchen area, to make his way out the front and make sure everything was running smoothly but came face-to-face with Richie, who seemed to be looking at him rather strangely.

“What are you-”

“Why are you acting so weird?”

Stan scratched at his wrist, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He said, moving around Richie and through the kitchen, barely getting to the red swing-door before Richie was putting on the bow of his apron. “Get off, you’ll mess up the knot.” He tried to slap Richie’s hands away - hands which have a smear of ink on the flesh.

“Why were you tapping the door like that? Were you having a minor epileptic fit or something?”

“Richie.” Stan warned, trying to pry Richie off of him. Richie lowered his grip on his apron, but Stan didn’t move away, rather he turned around to face the boy in question, hands folded behind his back, gently scratching at his wrist.

“I’m just wondering why the stick up your butt is deeper than usual today, that’s all.” He had the audacity to twist his voice into one of genuine concern. Stan itched his wrist quicker, he needed to move his fingers. Then, suddenly, without reason and without prompt, the world got very overwhelming all of a sudden.

Richie absentmindedly tousled his hair, as he does sometimes. Only, Stan could feel the knots, he could see Richie’s fingers catching them and tugging a little. Stan could feel Richie’s straw-like hair all over him, again. He could smell the faint smell of cigarettes masked with Febreze overpowering his nose and making him choke. The sizzling of the boiling oil to the right of Stan bled into his ears and he tugged on his earlobe to dislodge the sound from his head.

Stan’s head was blistering, why was everything so much all of a sudden.

“Earth to Stanley? Hellloooooo? Oh my gawd - we’ve lost him, Bill!” Richie’s accent smoothed over his head like acid, Stan slapped Richie’s smudged hand out of his face and tried to breathe around Richie’s smell. “Geez Louise, what the hell is wrong with you, you look like you’re gonna spew.”

“Richie. Leave me alone.” Stan choked out, Richie must have taken what Stan was saying somewhat seriously, because he stepped back a little out of Stan’s personal space but didn’t leave. Richie wasn’t wrong, Stan’s stomach was twisting and knotting every time Stan noticed something that made his skin itch. One of Bill’s shoelaces is untied, the clock is hanging off-centre on the wall, Mike had a black mark on the back of his otherwise white t-shirt, Richie was wearing mismatched black socks - his right one had a ribbed lip, the left one was more of a blue-black than the inky black of the other. The ink stain on Richie’s hand, the box in the fridge being left lopsided, jutting out over the perfect squares of tile, the buttermilk tins not being lined up. Every single thing Stan seemed to look at made him want to peel his skin off. “Were you too busy jackin’ it to take your meds this morning?” Richie asked, before slapping himself on the forehead in a mock- duh moment, “I knew I shouldn’t have watched those Indiana Jones movies with you last week, you always get so heated seeing Indy - ugh but who can blame you, those biceps just call out to you.”

“I don’t have a crush on Harrison Ford.” Or any guy for that matter. He bit his lip and clawed a little at his sleeve.

“Oh! Is it me then? Because I definitely remember you getting pret-ty heated last weekend about someone .”

Bill’s voice stuttered for a second - Stan hadn’t even noticed he was listening, but thank God, Bill was going to tell Richie to shut his mouth before Stan stuffs it with breadrolls, “No one wuh-wuh-wuh-wants you to stick their-their dick in you, Rich, I swuh-swear.”

Not quite the diversion that Stan was hoping for but thanks for the help, Bill. Richie eyed Stan up like a dog eyeing up a steak, “Oh no, you haven’t heard?” Richie sing-songed, it pinched Stan’s ears. “Our Stan is a pitcher! See, Bill, I even put it in baseball lingo for you - anything to help the cogs grind in that empty head of yours. Yes, our little, innocent Stan, loves nothing more than to go for a quick cave exploration under the sheets.”

Stan felt his resolve snap, like Bill accidentally snapping his ‘shatterproof’ ruler in half to test its claims, “Just because you take it up the ass, Richie, doesn’t mean we want to hear about that shit all the time. I know you think it’s funny, or cute or whatever but it’s not. It’s gross, and I don’t want people in the Synagogue talking about me even more when they overhear you saying shit like that - if they find out I’m friends with a queer I’ll be fucking killed, are you really that self-centered that you can’t get that?” The words seethed out of Stan before he even had a chance to stop them. As soon as they were out of his mouth he regretted them, but he stitched his lips shut and stood his ground.

Richie’s face took the shape of an injured puppy before he let out a laugh which sounded so forced Stan was surprised he didn’t choke on it. “Better than convincing myself I’m not a queer with my dick in a guy’s throat, like some people.” Richie didn’t say it in an accusatory way, but Stan knew what Richie was getting at, he just said it in such a way that Stan didn’t receive any questioning glances.

Stan opened his mouth to reply before he felt Ben’s firm grip on his shoulder, he noticed one on Richie as well. “I th-think we should ta-take a breather.” Stan didn’t need to be told twice before he shook Bill’s hand off his shoulder took himself to the smoking area. It was freezing and he didn’t have a coat but he didn’t care, he came out half out of spite because he knew Richie would be dying for a cigarette, and half because being outside usually helps to calm him down.

Stan tapped a fast tune into the inside of his wrist, stinging the slightly tender flesh that he had been scratching at. The cigarettes littered around him were burning into his flesh, so Stan looked away.

Breathe.

Stan forced his staggered breath through the movements he had coaxed Eddie with so many times before, breathing deep and slow, trying to calm the sharp staggered breaths that had his lungs burning with the sharpness of the cold air.

He was angry. He directed that anger at Richie - because it was Richie who had made him mad, surely. Richie had absolutely no right to say shit like that to him. Richie knew what they were doing, he had initiated it that night, with cigarette smoke in his lungs and six shots in his belly - so why was Richie suddenly being all bitchy about it? Stan couldn’t understand, they were having fun, they were messing around and spending time together in such a distinct way. Richie and Stan’s connection was special, Stan knew that much, I mean - he wouldn’t dream of making out with Eddie on top of his perfectly made baby blue bed sheets, or bucking up against Bill and breathing breathy groans into his mouth, or laughing as Beverly accidentally brains herself on Stan’s headboard as he bottoms out. Stan’s face involuntarily twitches - thinking about Beverly like that made his stomach twist in discomfort.

He found himself replaying that thought, he has too much respect for Beverly to think about her like that, imagining her sprawled out, so dirty and open like Richie had been felt wrong. Stan feels dirty. Rightly so - Beverly is one of his best friends and picturing her in such a position feels inherently misogynistic in a way. He isn’t sure why.

He finds himself quickly shaking the thoughts from his head, fingers dancing up and down his arms as he folds into himself to try and warm himself up from the cold. He loved Richie, of course he loved Richie, Richie was his best friend and that was a title that as juvenile as it may seem, Stan takes seriously. He and Richie have a connection, a special one that makes Stan’s stomach twist and turn whenever he thinks too much about it - their bond is so special, so definitively them that Stan finds a little pride in the way he and Richie spend their evenings together, whispering moans into each other and grinding against each other with laughter and moans on their lips, the best way to practice for whatever girl Stan may find himself with, and for whatever girl or boy Richie finds himself with too.

The thought makes his gut lurch so violently he almost falls off the plastic chair.

Richie was using him as a trial run before he falls into bed with someone else. Stan, of course, was doing this as well - but the thought barely ghosted his mind as the turning of his stomach moved up to his chest. Richie was essentially using him. Their heavy make-out sessions, with Stan whispering for Richie to stop making stupid fucking jokes were under the pretense that it was all, ultimately, for someone else. Someone that Richie would kiss with the ghost of all those nights with Stan and the person would be none the wiser. The thought made Stan feel ill, he felt his chest ache.

They would stop, then. If Richie finds someone they would have to stop. Stan doesn’t want to admit that he doesn’t want to stop. He likes what he and Richie had, he likes the secret whispers and quiet breathy moans that they braid together under the covers of Richie’s bed. He likes it, he loves it. Of course he likes it, he’s relieving sexual tension and he’s doing it with his best friend. There’s nothing in that which Stan doesn’t like. Richie’s dick is maybe, inconvenient, Stan thinks, nodding to himself. It would be better if Richie was a girl.

He finds his stomach growing sicker and sicker by the minute.

No, he’s been through this already. Richie being a boy means there’s no risk for pregnancy, there’s no risk for … feelings getting involved - it’s actually better that Richie is a boy - since Richie knows how to kiss and pull on his Adam’s apple perfectly, knows how to grind with just enough pressure to hurt a little bit, knows how to twist his wrist at the right part under his head that makes Stan grapple for purchase on the sheets. Stan breathes through the blood pumping through him. Which definitely is not pumping down south at the pictures of Richie mouthing on his cock flood his vision.

Then it’s not his cock. Richie is grappling a faceless body, moaning and writing under a stranger, crying out in desperate breaths into someone else’s mouth. Punching moans out like he’s getting paid for it, fists curling in his hair, in his sheets, around the stranger’s shoulders. Stan feels his face flush with anger. Stan wants to scrub at his skin, he feels dirty, he feels used. Stan doesn’t spend nights tangling his legs with Richie, grinding until he feels tears prick his eyes, just to be thrown to the side when Richie finds some random John to keep his bed warm.

Stan doesn’t dwell on the thought that pushes through his head that maybe he only wants Richie to himself. He wants them to keep their nights of fun exclusive to each other forever. The thought is too much for Stanley to wrap his head around, so he promptly ignores it and imagines it never crossed his mind at all.

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