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nblesbianbenhanscom · 3 years

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prompt #17 for reddie? :)

“I want to feel like this forever.”

just a little miniseries reddie for you. ❤️🧡💛💚💙

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After Derry, after the hospital, after almost a year of recovery and fighting with his mother every day multiple times a day about seeing Richie, Eddie has had enough.

“Ma, I’m leaving,” Eddie says quietly to the mirror in the cramped bathroom he’d shared with her since he was a late teen. He clears his throat. “Ma, now don’t get— Please don’t get—” Pause. “Ma, I’m forty-one years old. It is well past time I moved out and—” He groans.

This is a disaster. He knows she’s going to see right through him, she’s going to know this is because of Richie.

And she’s not entirely wrong. To be fair though, he knows he’s not doing it for Richie, but Richie is a huge motivating factor to get out from his mother’s thumb. All Eddie really wants right now is to be with his love, and he knows his mother is going to have issues with it, but he can’t live for her any more.

Eddie opens his mouth to rehearse some more when Sonia knocks on the door and Eddie lets out a little shriek.

“Eddie, darling, are you alright?” She calls through the door.

“I’m fine, ma.” He flushes the toilet and washes his hands as she tries to delay the inevitable.

“Well, hurry up, your supper’s getting cold.”

When he opens the door, she is still standing there, waiting.

“Ma, what are you doing? Let’s go eat.” He takes her elbow and guides her down the stairs just the way she likes. Pot roast is waiting for them in the dining room, and as Eddie helps push in Sonia’s chair, he can’t help but wonder if this is going to be the last meal of hers he’s ever going to eat.

He sits down across from her and waits for her to dish him up some food. They talk quietly through dinner, but it’s all haze. Eddie forgets what he’s saying almost as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Half an hour later, Sonia clucks at him. “Eddie, dear, you’ve barely touched your food. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, just not really hungry.” He takes a deep breath. “Actually, ma, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

Just do it. Just say it. You can do this. You killed an alien, you can do this, Eddie tells himself.

“Ma,” he starts and stops. “Ma, first of all, I just want to tell you that I love you very much.”

“I love you, too, Eddie.” She frowns at him and he has to look away.

“Ma, I— I’m moving out.”

“Moving out? Don’t be ridiculous, Eddie, dear. Where do you think you can go? Your home is here with me.”

“Ma, I’m forty-one. I’m a— I’m—” He swallows hard. He can’t quite make himself say, I’m a forty-one year old gay virgin, so instead he says, “Richie has a spare room. I’m going to move in with him.” He doesn't tell her he’s not going to stay in the guest room.

“With Richie? Richie Tozier?” She shrieks. “That vile little boy grew up to be a vile man. You can’t. I won’t allow it.”

“I’m not asking for your permission, ma, I’m telling you what’s going to happen.”

Sonia looks at him in disbelief. “Edward Kaspbrak, how dare you talk to me like this. I can’t believe what you are saying. You can't leave me like this. You need me, Eddie.”

“No, ma, you need me. And I can’t do it any more. I’m sorry, but I can’t— I can’t be your excuse to not be happy any more.”

Glowering, Sonia asks, “And just what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you never gave yourself a chance to be happy after pop died because you were afraid of getting hurt again. You— You put all your energy and attention into me. I was your whole world so you didn’t have to go find a new husband, a new life. You were afraid and you made me afraid, and I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

Sonia blinks. “I never once stopped you from— from having a life. You were always allowed to have a relationship. You were the one who broke up with Myra.”

“Ma, that’s not— I don’t—” He sighs. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what, Eddie? Explain it to me. Explain to me why you are abandoning your dear old mother. Your mother who took care of you your whole life through. I never asked for anything, never wanted anything in return, and this is the thanks I get?”

“Ma, just— I’m leaving, ok? I’m leaving tonight and—”

“Oh, Eddie, just tell me why. I’d understand if- if it was for a girl, maybe, but that nasty man—”

“Richie’s not nasty, ma, he’s wonderful. You just don’t like him because he treats me better than you.”

“He’s dirty!”

“He’s not!

“He’ll get you into trouble. Trouble like before. You really think—”

“Think he’ll take care of me if I have another accident? Yes, he will. He hardly left my side. He was there when I needed him in the middle of the night. He paid for your room, too, and you never really thanked him.” Sonia makes a small move noise of disapproval. “Look, ma. He moved here. He moved here after I got out of the hospital. He’s— He—” He shakes his head a little. “There’s nothing that I can say that will explain this in a satisfactory way, so please, just- just—” Just try and understand, is what he wants to say, but the words won’t come.

“Eddie, I only want what’s best for you, can’t you see that?” Sonia asks. “That friend of yours can’t take care of you the way that I can.”

“No, ma. No one takes care of me like you do,” Eddie says carefully. He knows they are close to the edge and he doesn’t really want to spill over. Even after everything, he believes that she loves him and only wants what she thinks is best for him, but her whole world view was totally screwed. She had done her best, but it's time to get on with his life. Their life together isn't fair to either of them.

“Then why do you want to leave me?”

“It’s not you, ma. Leaving is just something I gotta do.” Eddie looks at her and wishes he hadn’t. She’s crying and looks so, so small. She’d never really looked small before and it scares him.

“But why?”

He almost says, Because I love him, but he is literally saved by the doorbell.

“Oh, who could that be at this hour?” Sonia sniffs and starts to get up.

“It’s for me, ma. It’s— It’s Joey. He’s going to help me get my stuff over to Richie’s.”

“And where is Richie then?” Sonia asks as Eddie heads towards the door.

“At home. We thought it would be less… upsetting if you didn’t see him right now.” And it clearly worked well, cause you are so, so calm, he thinks to himself. He opens the door and smiles at his favorite coworker. Well, soon to be ex-coworker because Eddie and Richie are moving to LA in a few weeks. Guilt fills Eddie’s stomach when he realizes he hasn’t told his mother this yet.

One thing at a time, Eddie tells him.

“Hey, Joey, thanks for this again.”

“Any time, Eddie. How is she?” Joey looks past Eddie to try and see Sonia for himself.

“She’s… taking it about as well as can be expected at this point.” Eddie glances back over his shoulder to see if she’s come out of the dining room or not, and is relieved to find the hall empty.

“Come on. My room is upstairs.” Eddie moves aside so Joey can come in, and Eddie is struck by the realization that Joey is the first friend he’s had over since he was a kid. He doesn’t count Myra because that had been just a huge disaster.

It had never been a real relationship, they hadn’t even kissed. It had been so easy to just pretend like he wanted to wait for marriage, that he was an old fashioned kind of guy, and Myra had happily gone along with it. Sometimes Eddie almost felt sorry for her, but he knew that she didn’t love him any more than he loved her.

Honestly, even if Eddie weren’t gay, he knows his mother would never have really let him marry Myra, and he would be here irregardless. There had been no escaping his mother.

They head up the stairs, and Eddie can hear Sonia crying in the kitchen. He hopes she stays there.

Eddie doesn’t have much stuff he actually wants to take, and between Joey and himself, it only takes one trip to get all his stuff. They put his things in the trunk and Eddie sighs.

“I’m going to go say goodbye. This may take a while. If it gets too late, call Richie and—”

“I know the plan, Eddie. It’s ok. It’s going to be fine.”

Eddie giggles. “Yeah, sure. You wanna go in for me?” He points to the door.

“Not a chance in hell.” They both laugh. “Good luck, Eddie.” Joey squeezes Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie sighs a little.

“Thanks. I’m going to need it.” He takes another deep breath and turns to walk up the path. He opens the door and steps back in. He rubs his face as he goes to find Sonia. She’s in the kitchen staring at the leftover pot roast.

“I’m leaving, ma. I just— I just wanted to say goodbye.”

Sonia says nothing.

“Ma, please. Please try to understand. I’m not doing this to hurt you. I just want a chance to be happy.”

Sonia begins to put the leftovers away.

“Ma, say something. Please.” When she doesn’t say anything, Eddie nods. “It’s ok, ma. Maybe one day you’ll understand. Maybe one day we’ll be able to talk again.” He turns and walks down the hall.

“Eddie?” Sonia calls from the kitchen.

“Yeah, ma?” He turns and sees her watching from the kitchen doorway.

“If you leave, I never want to see you again,” Sonia says.

Swallowing hard, Eddie nods. “I love you, ma.” He turns and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him. He hates this, hates himself, hates everything. He stews in his guilt all the way to Richie’s. When they get there, Eddie hesitates.

“You want me to go get Richie?” Joey asks.

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just sits there thinking about how Joey was the best friend he had without the Losers, and even though they’d been friends for years Joey knew very little about Eddie’s life. Eddie is amazed that Joey would be willing to just drop everything to help him. Slowly, Eddie shakes his head. “No, come on. Let’s go in. I’m tired and ready for tonight to be over.”

“Ok.” Joey squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. They get out and grab the bags. They walk up the steps and Richie opens the door before they can knock on the door.

“Hey! Eddie Spaghetti! Welcome home!” He lifts Eddie up and pulls him into a tight hug and kisses his ear.

“Hi, Richie.”

Richie puts him down. “Uh oh. I take it things didn't go well with Mama Kaspbrak?” He ruffles Eddie’s hair and he can’t help but smile.

“We’ll talk about it in a bit.”

Grabbing Eddie’s face, Richie pulls him close and he gives him a huge smooch. “Ok, babes.” He looks up at Joey and steps aside to let them both in. “Thanks for all your help, Joey. We couldn’t have done this without you.”

Joey waves him off. “You’re ok. I was happy to help.” He sets the bags down. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Will do,” Richie says. Joey waves and walks back out.

“Bye, Joey. See you Monday!” Eddie calls. He waves and Richie closes the door. He takes a deep breath and leans against the door.

“Was she awful?” Richie asks.

“Oh, yes.” Eddie walks over and pulls Richie’s arms around him. Richie pulls him close and kisses the top of his head.

“I’m sorry, Eds. What can I do?”

Shaking his head, Eddie looks up at Richie. “Thank you for being so amazing.”

“Me? What did I do?” Richie asks.

“You exist.”

Richie smiles and kisses Eddie gently on the lips. “Love you, Spaghetti Man.”

“Love you, too, Richie.” He rests his head on Richie’s chest and they just stand there for a few minutes.

“So, you wanna unpack tonight or just go to bed?” Richie asks.

Eddie takes a deep breath and sighs. “Do you have any ice cream? I didn’t eat much dinner.” It’s weird to think that this time last year, Eddie would have balked at the suggestion of ice cream so close to bedtime, would have pointed out that it would probably give them stomach aches, but in this moment, it’s all he wants.

“I think we might have some. Let’s go look.” He takes Eddie’s hand and laces their fingers together as he leads the way to the kitchen. Eddie leans against the counter as Richie opens the freezer. “We’ve got rocky road and vanilla bean.”

Eddie thinks for a moment and just nods. “Sure.”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“You got it babes.” Richie puts the ice cream on the counter and gets some spoons. “Want help up?”

“What?”

“If we’re going to eat ice cream out of the carton, we do it sitting on the counter.”

Laughing, Eddie makes a face. “You’re so goofy.” He kisses Richie’s cheek. “Help me up?” He of course doesn’t need help, but he just wants another excuse for Richie to touch him. When they are both up on the counter, Richie opens the ice creams and hands a carton to Eddie. They bang them together and dig in.

After a few minutes of silence, Richie asks, “You wanna talk about it?”

Sighing, Eddie takes another bite of ice cream. “She said she would never talk to me again.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Richie asks.

“Richie!” Eddie shoves his shoulder smiling a little despite himself. He takes a deep breath. “Look, I know she was terrible, I know she’s going to be terrible, because Lord knows she’s not going to leave me alone despite what she may say, but I can’t help but feel sorry for her. She has nothing without me.”

Richie takes a bite of Eddie’s ice cream and considers this for a moment. “Spaghetti, your mom is what, a million?” Eddie smiles and rolls his eyes. “Your dad died when you were a kid. Your mom has had pretty much your entire life to get a life of her own, but she refused. If your mom really wanted to be happy, she would have found a way, you know? It’s not your job to make her happy, remember?”

Nodding, Eddie sighs. “I know. I just feel bad.” And he does. He really does. It's something he's talked about at great length not only with the Losers but with his therapist, Billie, as well.

Richie tosses his empty ice cream container on the counter and pulls Eddie close.

“Baby, I love you so much. You deserve only the best.” He takes a deep breath. “You deserve to be happy.”

“I know. I love you, too.” He squeezes Richie and pulls back. He tries to stifle a yawn, but Richie sees right through him.

“Aww, Sketti. Let’s go to bed.” He puts the ice cream away and presses another kiss into Eddie’s forehead. “Come on.” He hauls Eddie up into his arms and Eddie shrieks with laughter as he wraps his arms around Richie's neck.

“Are you really going to carry me up to bed bridal style?” Eddie asks.

Richie shrugs. “I thought it was fitting, being your first official night home and all.”

Eddie pulls him close for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“Love you, too, Eds.”

“There’s only one problem,” Eddie says.

“And what’s that?”

“You’re going to throw out your back.”

Rolling his eyes and laughing, Richie says, “Right, like you are so, so heavy. Pfft. It will be ok.”

“Richie!”

“Eddie! You’re just scared I’m gonna drop you.” They laugh.

“No, I’m not. You would never.” They kiss again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” He pushes his forehead into Eddie’s. “Are you ready for bed?”

“Sure am,” Eddie says. Richie carries Eddie up to his bedroom— to their bedroom.

Their bedroom.

Because Eddie lives here now. Eddie is home.

After Richie puts Eddie down, they get changed into some pajamas. Eddie just wears one of Richie’s undershirts because he'd left his bags downstairs and neither of them wanted to go back down for them. They crawl under the blankets. Richie pulls Eddie close, curling around him. Eddie holds tightly to Richie’s arm and nuzzles into his chest.

Despite his stress and anxiety, Eddie manages to fall asleep pretty quickly. He wakes up early the next morning to the sound of pigeons and Richie snoring softly in his ear. He has to pee but he’s not ready to get up so he just lays there for a few more minutes.

Then he remembers his mother. He sighs and wonders how she’s doing, if she’d managed to get any sleep. He knows Richie is right, that it’s not Eddie’s job to make her happy, but still. It’s hard to let go.

After another minute he sighs and starts to try and pull free, but Richie holds him tighter. Eddie brushes some hair out of his boyfriend’s face and kisses his forehead.

“Rich,” Eddie murmurs.

“Uh uh, not yet.” Richie shoves his face into Eddie’s neck.

“Richie.” Eddie strokes the back of Richie’s neck.

“Just a few more minutes.”

“I just need to pee, and then I’ll be right back.”

“But don’t you have to—” Richie stops, pulls back, and looks up at Eddie. “You are home.”

“Yeah. I am.” Eddie kisses the tip of Richie’s nose. “But I really have to pee.”

Richie smiles widely. “Ok, ok. But you’re coming back.” Clearly he’s not going to be the only one who’s going to need time getting used to this new arrangement.

“Yes, love, I’m coming back.” They share a kiss and then Eddie gets up. After using the toilet, Eddie splashes some water on his face. It’s weird to think that soon he’s going to move 3,000 miles away.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie goes back to Richie. He curls up and pulls him close. They doze for a little while, and when they wake up again, they still aren’t ready to get up.

Richie lays there gently stroking Eddie’s arm and they listen to the soft sounds of spring; the birds, the wind through the trees, the voices from people on the street as they go about their day, and it’s so, so nice.

Neither of them say anything until Richie’s stomach rumbles. Without opening his eyes, Richie grumbles, “Traitor.”

“We can get up and eat and come back,” Eddie points out. “We don’t have to do anything today.”

Ruffling Eddie’s hair, Richie asks, “Why Eddie Kaspbrak, are you really suggesting we procrastinate, that we shirk our duties for the day?”

Smiling gently, Eddie kisses Richie. “I’m saying, I want to feel like this forever.”

“How’s that, Eddie spaghetti?”

Licking his lips, Eddie blushes and ducks his head. “Safe. And loved. Peaceful.”

Richie swallows hard and gives the back of Eddie’s neck a gentle squeeze. “Yeah?” He asks softly. “No regrets.”

Eddie shakes his head, no. “I love you so much. I feel so lucky, so damn lucky that we got this chance again when— We almost lost each other twice. It would have killed me to lose you a third time.”

They fall silent for a moment and then Richie sniffles a little. Shocked, Eddie pulls back to look at him.

“Richie what—?”

“It’s just— I’m just—” He swallows hard and tries to take a deep breath. “I—” He laughs.

“It’s ok, Richie. Talk to me.”

“I just love you so much, and I mean I know you love me, but I didn’t—” He lets out a small sob. “I never hoped, never dreamed you could love me as much as I love you. That— That you would—”

“Richie, I love you so much. Why would you even doubt that?” Eddie wipes away some of Richie’s tears.

“I didn’t. I mean, not really. It’s just—” He sighs. “My past relationships, for the most part, were good. We cared about each other and took care of each other, but they weren’t like this, weren’t this… this intense. It’s so amazing that we got lucky like we did, and I think— I know— I feel like—” He shakes his head a little.

“Richie, are you really at a loss for words?” Eddie asks and Richie laughs.

“I just love you so much. And I want to keep this feeling too. I want this moment to last forever.”

They kiss again and Eddie curls up under Richie’s chin. They don’t sleep, but they don’t talk and they don’t move, and it’s all just so nice.

Eventually they get up and shower so they can go get food, but it’s really ok because they are together and they love each other, and they know things aren’t always going to be smooth, but for right now, for these moments, everything is good, perfect even. They know that in the end, they will always have each other, and that’s more than enough.

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andillwriteyouatragedy · 4 years

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for your prompts maybe - miniseries eddie and richie in a storm or a flood or hurricane?? trapped together and maybe huddling for warmth or something??

Two hours ago, most of the Losers had just left Eddie’s apartment. It was while waving goodbye to Stan and Patty, the last to drive away, that Richie had noticed the dark clouds outside and turned on his television set to learn that a nasty storm was coming their way.

Richie whistles, leaning his head out Eddie’s kitchen window, while Eddie nervously sits himself on the edge of the coffee table in front of his television.

“Look at how fast it’s moving,” Eddie says. He has to resist the urge to lean in and grip the set with white knuckles. Behind him, he hears the window slide shut, then lock; after a moment, Richie’s hand comes to settle on his shoulder, then the back of his neck. He digs his fingertips in, and Eddie sighs, hanging his head.

“It’s going to be alright,” Richie tells him. “It’s just a storm. We can get up to all sorts of stuff in a storm.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, shoving his glasses up into his hair so he can scrub the back of his wrist against his eyes. He sighs, then wipes his palm flat down his face before clutching his throat. Tipping his head back, he makes eye contact with Richie.

“It’ll be okay,” Richie says again. He pulls Eddie’s glasses free of the tangles of his hair and slips them back into place.

“Should I call and make sure everyone got home okay?” Eddie asks.

“When there’s been enough time for them to get home,” Richie says, “you can do anything you want.”

Eddie breaks their eye contact to look down at the television again when the screen flashes. Frowning, he watches the stormfront move on the set just as a distant crack of thunder sounds, rattling him down to his bone marrow.

“I don’t think you should drive home in this,” Eddie says. Richie crouches beside him and takes Eddie’s chin in his hand, turning his face down so their eyes can meet.

“This is home,” Richie tells him firmly. Eddie’s chest tightens impossibly quickly, hearing something like that from Richie, out of nowhere; he thinks Richie can see it in his face, because he adds, “And, plus, I have no intention of leaving you here. I thought we had a date tonight.”

Eddie glances to the window again. Richie lets him, for a moment, before he uses his hold on his chin to tug his attention back down.

“I really don’t think we should be going out in this, Ri—”

“No, God, no,” Richie cuts him off, “I didn’t mean— No, I meant we should just have our date here.”

Eddie relaxes, feeling a little bit of the tension leech out of him. Richie smiles, and Eddie even feels better after that, knowing he’s not alone here, and that Richie isn’t angry with him, and that everything will probably, logically, be okay.

Thunder crashes again, making him jump and tense up again. Richie stands, kissing his cheek on the way up.

“Let’s see what I can scrounge up for food,” Richie says. Outside, the small, rapid patterings that bring the beginning of a storm start to sound, and Eddie’s skin crawls.

“I’m going to find candles,” Eddie tells him, shoving up from the coffee table.

He has more than candles in the emergency kit in his hall closet, but he tries not to dig it out all that often, so there’s no reason for Richie to know that. Eddie slides it out from the back of the closet and snaps it open, peering inside. For a moment, he can’t decide what to take, so he just drags the whole thing into the hallway.

“Packing up and heading out?” Richie asks. Eddie lifts his head to find Richie in the hall in front of him, holding— something. He offers the bag out to Eddie and asks, “Want a pretzel?”

“This is our emergency kit,” Eddie tells him, waving the pretzels off. He grabs the heavy kit by the handle again and drags it down to his living room.

“What, to revive us if one of us dies?” Richie asks. Eddie smiles, laying the kit on its side, snapping it open. “Oh, my God, Eds.”

“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” Eddie says defensively over his shoulder. He pulls a few of his candles out from underneath one of the first aid kits, passing them off for Richie to hold in the crook of his arm.

“Hey, Spaghetti Man, I’m gonna drop something,” Richie tells him, while Eddie’s still rooting for the matchbooks. Eddie’s only just lifted his head to reply when the lights flicker. They go in and out once, twice, and then stay on, but Eddie’s blood’s already turned to ice.

He feels frozen, crouched there on the floor of his living room, until Richie nudges him again. Terrified, heart pounding, he lifts his head so they can make eye contact.

“Hey,” Richie says, voice gone soft and genuine now. Eddie hides his face behind his hand, mortified when the backs of his eyes begin to burn, but Richie brushes his hand away easily, tips his face up to meet his eyes again. “You’re going to be okay, Eds.”

“But what if the building gets— I don’t know, what if it gets struck by lightning?” Eddie asks him, hand shaking. “Or if it floods, or— What if your house floods? Or it catches on fire, or— God, what if Bill’s—”

“Whoa, hey, no no no,” Richie interrupts him. He pulls Eddie to his feet and into a tight hug, letting him bury his face in Richie’s chest. He hides his face there instead, closing his eyes tight against the flickering lights and the rain darkening the entire world outside. Richie strokes his back slowly, up and down. “Everything’s going to be okay, Eddie, I swear. The odds of something bad happening are so astronomically low, and the odds of something good happening are so astronomically high—”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks.

Richie withdraws a bit, separating them just enough that he can cup Eddie’s face in his. After a moment, he leans in and kisses him. He doesn’t deepen the kiss at all, but he presses in hard, tips his face and grips Eddie tight, and Eddie starts to shake. He reaches up and wraps his fingers around Richie’s wrist, tilting his head. Richie makes a little sound, just catching his breath, and Eddie pushes in even closer, feeling like he wanted to climb under Richie’s skin.

When they pull apart, Richie cups Eddie’s chin in his hand and grins. “I mean, what’s a better way to spend a rainy night in than—”

A bolt of lightning illuminates Eddie’s apartment for one heart-stopping moment before the lights whine and all go out at once. Eddie can feel his spine stiffen before he can stop it.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Richie tells him. They can both hear the whine from the hallway as the building’s backup generators kick on. He knows that the hall must be bathed in blue light but, here in his apartment, all there is is darkness. “I’ve got your candles right behind me here. Did you find the matchbooks?”

Eddie nods. When Richie releases him, though, he still has a brief moment of panic where his breath catches.

“I’m right here,” Richie says. There’s another beat before Richie comes back to him, his hand landing on Eddie’s shoulder. “Right here. I got the candles for you, honey, give your matches here.”

Hand shaking, Eddie pushes the matchbook into Richie’s palm. There’s still blackness everywhere for another long moment before the match strikes and catches, illuminating Richie’s face with a dim orange glow. When he lights the candle, there’s enough light to see the whole of him by. Eddie grabs one of his candlesticks from the bookshelves beside the television for Richie to set the candle in.

“I told you we were gonna have our date here,” Richie reminds him. “What’s better than a candlelit evening at home, right, sweetheart?”

Eddie’s chest feels tight again, heart pounding. He can’t help but smile, tipping his face down. Another match strikes, and Richie sets up a second candle beside the first. His warm hand takes Eddie’s face and tips it closer. After a moment where all Eddie can see is Richie’s shadowed face in the flickering candlelight, Richie kisses him again.

“Do you think everyone got home okay?” Eddie asks, when they separate. Richie huffs a laugh.

“I think so,” Richie tells him. “They all had more than enough time to get home, baby. They would’ve come back here if they needed to.” Eddie hesitates, long enough that Richie adds, “Everything’s okay, I promise. What would make you feel better, hm?”

Eddie shakes his head. His heart’s still pounding, but he feels better for being able to see Richie, at least.

“Why don’t you come with me?” Richie suggests. “It’s a little chilly out here, I’d rather be somewhere nice and warm with you.”

Eddie yelps when Richie hauls him up and off his feet, throwing him over his shoulder. He grabs the candles with the hand not wrapped around Eddie’s waist, holding him secure. Even with all the blood rushing to Eddie’s head, he finds it in himself to wind his arm around Richie’s chest, burying his face in the small of his back.

“Hey, what’re you doing back there?” Richie asks, hauling him off down the hallway. Eddie slips his hand down the back of Richie’s pants, slipping his fingers just past his belt. Richie’s footsteps stutter, and he laughs. “Hey, you watch it—”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks.

“I mean—” Richie starts, but he cuts off when Eddie smacks him on the ass. Eddie’s laughing already before Richie is, indignantly exclaiming, “Hey—”

“You’re the one who kidnapped me,” Eddie reminds him. Richie kicks his bedroom door open.

“Is it a kidnapping if you come willingly?” Richie asks. Eddie hears the clatter of the candlesticks hitting his bedside table before Richie flings him backwards onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress. “Where’s all your extra blankets?”

“Top shelf in the hall closet,” Eddie says.

“You okay if I steal the candles for a sec?” Richie asks.

Eddie nods, and Richie kisses him on each cheek before vanishing into the hall with the candlelight. There’s not even enough time for Eddie to start being nervous in the darkness again before Richie’s coming jogging back in, blankets stacked in a pile so high they spill from his arms over the top of his head.

“Take this, please, honey,” Richie tells him. Eddie takes the candles from him and sets them back on the nightstand. A single drop of wax falls from one candlestick, and Eddie inhales sharply, yanking his hand back from the candles.

“Damn it,” Eddie hisses.

“Oh, baby, c’mere,” Richie coos. He sits on the edge of the bed beside Eddie, taking his hand carefully in both of his own. With one soft brush of his hand, he swipes the wax away; in its place, he kisses Eddie’s skin softly. Eddie laughs breathlessly.

“That’s much better,” he says, “thank you.”

“Mm,” Richie hums. He pulls away from Eddie to grab the blankets he’d retrieved from the hallway.

“What’re you doing with that?” Eddie asks. Richie spreads out blanket after blanket in bed; after those, he tugs Eddie’s spare pillows out from under his bed and props them up against the headboard, too.

“I’m keeping you warm,” Richie answers. He shucks his belt and pants so he can climb into bed beside Eddie comfortably, pulling him into his arms. Lightning fills the room again, briefly illuminating them both in blinding white light. The thunder that follows makes Eddie shake. “Oh, hey, baby, c’mere.”

Eddie tucks his head underneath Richie’s chin, wrapping his arm around his waist. Richie kisses the very top of his head. With his heart racing, Eddie asks, “Will you stay over here tonight?”

“In this weather?” Richie asks. “I have no plans to leave.” Richie tips Eddie’s chin up so he can kiss him again, nice and slow. Eddie can feel him start to smile just before they separate. “And with you here with me, honey, you couldn’t pay me to go.”

Eddie grins, and doesn’t even get to answer before Richie kisses him again. In the warm nest of blankets that Richie’s made for them in bed, candlelight flickering against the dark and pounding rain outside. The storm’s so loud that Eddie can hardly hear anything but that and Richie’s heart, when he rests his head back on his chest.

“I’m gonna keep you safe,” Richie murmurs to him. He smiles against Eddie’s temple when he kisses him there once, then twice. “No storm’s gonna get you while I’m here.”

Eddie pinches his side, laughing when Richie yelps, squirming into him. The two of them settle deeper into the bed, and Eddie yawns, relaxes. “Thank you.”

“Mm,” Richie murmurs, “thank you.”

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venomlion3 · 4 years

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Buncha IT-related IG requests I finished up the other day!! More info under the cut :]

1: Trans Richie + flat ver: GOD I adore Trans!Richie so much so to see it be one of the requests I got made my heart swell (Trans!Richie is canon in Venomverse). Idk what anatomy god possessed me but I’m in LOVE with how this looks and I got such a huge serotonin boost by drawing this. We love a 40 y/o trans bi guy with a dad bod. TRANS RIGHTS!! (ALSO I gave him hip stretchmarks cause I have those and I figured he’d probably have them too :] )

2: McMarsh: My biggest gripe with Ch2 (other than the lack of Richie calling Eddie “Eds” or “Eddie-Spaghetti”) is that Kay wasn’t in it. It would’ve been great to see her in an adaptation for once...ANDY WHERE IS MY WIFE???? Anyways Kay/Bev is v Goode,,,she calls Bev “my love” just like Richie does with Eddie soooooo……Omoshiroi

3: Hanbrough and Bill’s Books: Considering that in the Miniseries there was a whole table dedicated to Bill’s books in the library I wouldn’t be surprised if Mike is a fan of Bill’s writing; yes, maybe even those endings everyone else seems to hate. It’s very gay and cute and I’m here for it. Featuring “The Smile” book from the Miniseries!

4: Original version of the previous request that I still liked enough to finish!

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willgayers · 6 years

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Hi there! I am fairly new to the It Fandom side of tumblr (though I saw the movie the day it came out lol), and was wondering if you could break down the reddie ship for me? Like how did this start and what are some of the moments in the movie that lead to this ship sailing lol? I want to get into the ship so thats why I'm asking. Sorry if its a weird question lol.

hey!!! It’s not a weird question at all ,, well first of all 1. there’s a lot of teasing from richie @ eddie, for example “like eddies mom” “are these ur birth control pills” , calling him eds, eddie spaghetti and eddie saying he don’t like it but low key he does obviously ,, also very sassy comebacks from eddie to richie like “im saving them for your sister” 2. the projector scene richie grabs eddie 3. the two of them are the only ones eating ice cream during the parade scene and idk this is just cute 4. the kitchen scene where pennywise is walking towards the kids with his claws out richie grabs eddie’s face and makes sure that he looks at him instead of pennywise if that’s the moment when they die 💔💔my personal fav tbh 5. when they get out of the neibolt house after that scene and bill is like “we gotta go back” richie’s priorities are p clear as he yells EDDIE ALMOST DIED 6. and in the ending scene they hug

now if you haven’t seen the original movie / read the book don’t continue reading cause there are spoilers ,

Also in the book there are many things, I’ve read it a decade ago and don’t really remember a lot of stuff but I just bought it yesterday to read it again, but some things that I remember are — when eddie dies, richie’s the last person he talks to and when richie calls him eds he’s like “for the last time dont call me that” then he grabs richie’s face and he’s like “you know i never told you—” and dies gee thanks stephen — then in the final scene mike tells what happened with every loser and says that richie has a co-star that every loser would say looked and acted exactly like eddie kaspbrak STRAIGHT TO THE FUCKING FEELS

And in the 90’s miniseries there are some things too, like1. when all the losers walk eddie home one day ,, him and richie are like holding onto each other for a moment and it was SO cute 2. the scene where they get a call that stan has killed himself ,, before they hear the news richie grabs eddie in a headlock sort of way and ruffles his hair and goes I LOVE THIS MAN LIKE A BROTHER THAT I NEVER HAD , ACTUALLY HE IS THE BROTHER I NEVER HAD and eddie laughs but looks kinda sad bc friendzone3. ^ the same thing happens right before they they try and kill pennywise in his ugly ass spider form ,, before they go in eddie says he’s never had sex and he’s never experienced love or something and richie goes well damn buddy i can’t help you with that and eddie’s kinda like ehhhhh 4. also since we all know that eddie’s scared of his sexuality and that it’s a fact that he was only married to his wife because he thought she reminded him of his mom in a nursing-way and he never admitted that he was gay which I THINK is also mostly bc he always had feelings for richie but thought richie was straight so he thought he’d make a fool of himself so he decided to suffer quietly inside which is TERRIBLE

anyway basically the whole ship is just very cute because richie’s a fucking trashmouth and eds is very cute and awhhh!!

feel free to add some stuff if u want to fellow reddie shippers these were just the first things that came into my mind there are like hundreds of more im sure

#answered #reddie

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nblesbianbenhanscom · 3 years

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prompt maybe 22 for Reddie if u want! :)

22. kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches

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Ok. I tried. I really, really, really, really tried to make this for It Ch 2 but I couldn’t make it work, so you get miniseries reddie, sorry not sorry. I hope you still like it.

cw: animal injury

There is, of course, a happy ending.

“What do you want to do for dinner, Richie? I was thinking I could make that pasta thing you like,” Eddie says as he struggles to pull his keys out of his pocket. He crashes into Richie’s broad back.

Before Eddie can say anything, Richie turns around blocking the door. He’s pale. Eddie frowns up at him.

“Eds, we should go out,” Richie says in a loud strained voice.

Eddie frowns. “We just got home, and I need to use the restroom. If you really don’t want the pasta, we can figure something else out.”

“Eddie, baby, come on. You can use the bathroom in the-” He is cut off by the sound of a cat meowing in pain.

Ducking under Richie’s arm, Eddie sees a lump of matted fur and blood on the doorstep. He drops to his knees and fights back the urge to vomit. The lump mewls again, and Eddie bursts into tears as he crawls to his door.

“Oh, Honey, what-” Eddie murmurs. Honey is a stray tom cat that most of the apartment complex hates, but Eddie adores him. When he isn’t being chased away and having things thrown at him, he’s one of the sweetest cats Eddie has ever met, he’s just so skittish. Over the past several months they’d really gotten a good rapport going, and Eddie can’t believe what’s happened. He reaches out to touch the cat, but when he moves too fast, the cat lashes out, hissing and scratching. Yelping in surprise and pain, Eddie jerks back, his hand stinging. Richie drops beside Eddie.

“Spaghetti, are you ok?”

The cat meows weakly and tries to crawl towards Eddie. Slowly this time, Eddie puts his hand back out and the cat sniffs his fingers even as Richie tries to pull him back. When the cat recognizes Eddie it crawls under Eddie.

“He’s just scared and hurt, Richie, he didn’t mean it.” Eddie takes off his designer jacket and wraps it around the cat. “Who could have done this? And why? He’s just a-” Eddie pulls the cat to his chest and sobs.

Without a word, Richie helps Eddie to his feet and they go back to the car. The drive to the vet is a quiet one save Honey’s plaintiff cries.

The workers in the office are extremely nice. They immediately take Eddie and Richie into a back room where they gently coax the cat away from Eddie.

“It’s ok, my love, they’re going to take good care of Honey,” Richie assures him.

“The best care,” the doctor, who’s name is Patty, agrees. “Is it alright if we keep the jacket? I don’t want to disturb him too much until we absolutely have to.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie says as he lets Richie pull him close as he finally lets go of Honey. The jacket is ruined anyways, but he doesn’t say this, just watches as the vet sets Honey on the table.

“Does he have a name?” She asks as she gently tries to pull the jacket back a little. The cat hisses and tries to swipe, but Patty pulls away in time. “I know, sweetie, I know. You’re scared and you’re hurting but it’s going to be ok.”

“We just call him Honey,” Eddie says. “He’s a stray. I’ve been- I’ve been trying to tame him, but-”

“But he’s quite the little scrapper,” Patty says.

“Everyone in our apartment complex gets mad because he likes to poop in their flower boxes and leave dead birds and mice at the doors,” Richie says.

“Do you think-” Eddie’s throat tightens and he has to swallow several times to get the words out. “Do you think someone- a hu- hu-”

Patty puts the coat back over the cat. “No, I’m pretty sure he got into a fight with a dog, but I’ll have to do a more thorough examination to be sure.”

“Yes, do it, please, whatever the cost,” Eddie says. He feels so desperate to help Honey. He wishes he’d done more, had done something different, he just hadn’t wanted to push too hard, but now.

“Eddie!” Richie starts, but Eddie pulls out of his arms and turns to look at him.

“No, Richie! I’ve already failed him once, I’m not going to fail him again.” He reaches out for Honey but doesn’t touch him.

“Eddie. This isn’t your fault,” Richie says.

“Richie, don’t.”

“Your boyfriend’s right. Other than these injuries he looks like he’s in pretty good shape for a stray. It takes time to earn their trust,” Patty says.

“Is he going to be ok?” Eddie asks.

Patty licks her lips and swallows. “He’s messed up pretty bad, but I’ll do my best. Is it ok if I take him to the back? We need to get him into surgery.”

Taking a deep breath, Eddie pats the cat’s head very gently. He doesn’t know what to say, so he just buries his face into Richie’s chest.

“Take all the time you need,” Patty says as she takes the cat away.

Richie holds Eddie close and lets him cry himself out, just rocking him and murmuring soft words of comfort. When Eddie eventually calms down, Richie hands him some paper towels and Eddie wipes his face and blows his nose.

“I don’t know what I will do if-” Eddie says and stops.

“I’m sorry, Eddie, my love. Let’s get you home so we can clean you up. There’s nothing else that we can do here.”

Nodding Eddie lets Richie put his arm around his shoulders. When they get to the lobby, one of the workers stops them to fill out a few forms.

“You wanna go sit in the car?” Richie asks. Eddie shakes his head, no. He doesn’t want to be alone, so he just pushes himself closer. “Ok.” Richie just holds Eddie close as he fills out the forms. When he’s done, he hands them to the lady.

“Thank you, Mr. Kaspbrak, we’ll call as soon as we know anything.”

Sighing, Richie nods. They go back to the car and drive home. Eddie can barely stomach crossing the threshold of their apartment, and clings tightly to Richie. Once in the apartment, Richie takes Eddie to their bathroom where he helps him out of his clothes and into the shower. When Richie starts to wash Eddie’s hair, Eddie stops him.

“You don't have to,” Eddie whispers.

“Shh, spaghetti man, let me take care of you.”

“But-” He stops talking when Richie dumps shampoo directly onto Eddie’s head.

When they get out, Richie bandages up Eddie’s hand and kisses it gently. “Better?”

Nodding, Eddie murmurs, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, babes. You want some pizza for dinner?”

Eddie shakes his head, no. “I’m not hungry.”

“We can get ham and pineapple.”

Licking his lips, Eddie smiles a little. Richie hates pineapple on pizza. “Ok. We can get pizza.” They kiss and head to the bedroom to get dressed.

Several hours later, they are curled up on the couch full of pizza and half asleep when the phone rings. Eddie jerks so fast out of Richie’s arms he accidentally elbows him in the stomach. He mutters apologies all the way to the phone.

“Hello, this is Eddie Kaspbrak. How can I help you?”

“Hello, Mr. Kaspbrak. This is Patty at the animal clinic,” Patty says.

Eddie gropes for Richie and he gets up, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist.

“Mr. Kaspbrak?”

“Yes, I’m here. Is my- Is-”

“Honey’s doing fine,” Patty says and Eddie sighs with relief. “We’re going to have to keep Honey overnight, but you’ll be able to come get him tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ok, thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright. Thank you again.” Eddie hangs up and shoves himself back into Richie’s arm. He begins sobbing again.

“It’s ok, Eds. It’s ok. Honey is going to be ok.”

“I know, I know, I just-”

Richie kisses Eddie’s forehead. “How about tomorrow before we go get our little hell beast, we stop at the pet store and buy all the best cat stuff money can buy?”

“You mean, we can keep him?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, we can keep him. We’ll have to figure out how to keep him indoors, but we can keep him.”

“Oh, Richie!” He jumps up and pulls Richie down kissing him on the lips. “I love you so much.”

“Love you, too, spaghetti. You ready for bed?”

“Yeah, ok.” Richie scoops up Eddie and he shrieks, laughing. Gripping tightly to Richie’s shoulders, Eddie smiles at his big dumb boyfriend. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Richie walks back to the bedroom.

“I have no idea,” Eddie says smiling widely.

“I’m carrying the sweetest, most caring person I know to bed so we can cuddle all night long.” He holds Eddie close, kissing him gently before laying him down in the bed where they do cuddle up close. Richie kisses the back of Eddie’s bandaged hand again. “You’re so much braver and sweeter than me, spaghetti. I had no clue what to do, but you just jumped in and saved Honey. I love you so much.”

Blushing, Eddie kisses the tip of Richie’s nose. “I love you, too.”

They both sigh and cuddle up close. They talk about all the things they need to buy until they fall asleep.

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