stozier chap 3

Summary; Stan is in love with one of his best friends, and against all odds it is Richie Tozier; but the trashmouth kid is too in love with someone else to even take notice. 

part 1 , part 2

ahhh!! sorry for the wait guys, but i haven’t had time to just sit back and really write, so here’s finally the third one :-)

i guess i shoud come up with a title for this story but honestly my mind is blank so. if you got any suggestions hmu

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Night Changes - chapter three.

Summary: On a subconscious level, Eddie has always been attracted to Richie Tozier. He was quite happy for life to go on with Richie blissfully unaware of the feelings he had towards him. But then everything changes when Richie goes away the summer before their senior year, and comes back looking hotter than Eddie ever thought possible. He’s not sure he can hide his feelings that well anymore.

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There was an insistent, frantic rattling on Eddie’s window. He was just on the brink of drifting off to sleep, and when the rattling was loud enough it jostled him awake. It took him a few moments to gather his surroundings, and at first he was angry for being woken up when he was finally, finally going to fall asleep.

His anger left just as quickly as it came when he realised that the noise that woke him was coming from the window, and that meant Richie was here. He felt a warm, giddy feeling in the pits of his stomach as he made his way over to the window, and cursed himself for being such a sap.

He reached over to his bedside table and flicked his lamp on, before taking a few seconds to school his face into something of annoyance, pulling his window up and letting the warm summer breeze blow in .

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this is love [part two]

okay so this was literally just meant to be a one shot but I got so many comments and requests to make it a three part ficlet (part three (final part) will be up tomorrow!) so,, here it is! this (and everything I write) is dedicated to my eddie of course @lgbtqkaspbrak but also to one of my favorite blogs and writers ever @richiestoziers

part one is here

three weeks.

three agonizing weeks that eddie kaspbrak sat in his apartment, drunk off his ass and stranger in his bed.

the bright sunlight poured through his apartment windows and he groaned, lifting his head slightly and scoping his room before resting his head back on his pillow. the gazed at the body next to him in disappointment and annoyance, poking the sleeping frame.

“hey, hey. you need to get up.” he continued to poke the muscular shoulder with no avail, the tan figure simply rolling over and waving him off.

when he kept poking and there was no response, eddie did the only thing he could do. he pushed the boy off his bed.

he landed with a large thud on eddie’s floor, and his angular face popped up from the floor, over the bed. “what the fuck?” he mumbled, glaring at eddie, who in turn just stared back blankly, still half asleep. “what was that for?”

“you need to go,” eddie said instead, not answering the question. the boy stood up and the smaller of the two nearly groaned out loud.

the boy eddie had taken home the previous night was the exact opposite of someone eddie would like. he was tall and muscular, tan with dusty blonde hair and blue eyes and gave off a beach boy vibe. eddie cringed at himself.

the only reason you took him home is because the exact opposite of richie, his subconscious snarled at him. it made him flinch, visibly apparently.

“you okay, bro?”

eddie looked up at the boy and rolled his eyes. “you need to get out of my apartment.”

the boy held up his hands in defense. “alright, alright. I can take a hint.”

“if that were true, you’d be gone by now.”

eddie knew he was being a dick, but he couldn’t help it. there were too many overpowering emotions threatening to escape from him and he needed the stranger out now.

the boy grumbled under his breath, sliding his jeans over his legs and pulling his shoes on his feet, keys and shirt in hand. eddie didn’t even bat an eyelash as the door closed behind him, a deep sigh finding it’s way out his lungs.

eddie laid on his bed, flat on his back, staring up at the dull white ceiling, heart heavy. he hated himself, he hated the way his days and nights kept going.

he wished he could go back to that morning three weeks ago and take it all back. he wished richie would have told him that day, or any day, that he loved him so he didn’t have to constantly feel this unbearable weight in his chest. so he didn’t have to avoid going to the same club he had for years. so he didn’t have to blow off plans with the losers at the slight possibility of seeing richie.

he knew it was pathetic, but he couldn’t help himself. there was something about the trashmouth that made eddie’s heart soar. there was something about richie tozier that made eddie feel alive. he wanted to stop loving richie, god he wanted so badly to rid his heart of the boy that was burrowed so deeply in it, but he couldn’t. he just couldn’t.

eddie didn’t even notice the first tear falling. he didn’t notice the sobs clawing their way up his throat. he didn’t notice his already shattered heart falling apart again, nor did he notice his frail hands beginning to shake.

no, eddie didn’t notice that. what eddie kaspbrak did notice, was his hand sliding underneath his pillow and pulling out the same shirt he wore exactly three weeks ago, and pressing it to his chest tightly, burying his face into it. he did notice the way the scent he treasured so deeply starting to fade, meaning the boy of his dreams was getting further and further away from him, the same heartbreak he had felt so harshly for the past twenty one days happening for the millionth time. he wanted to say he didn’t understand any of this, but sadly, he did.

this was love.

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three weeks.

three heartwrenching weeks richie tozier sat in his car, across the street from eddie’s apartment building, watching yet another man walk out his door.

richie wanted to scream, he wanted to get out of his car and beat the shit out of the guy, for touching eddie, for staying the night, and for simply getting to see him.

richie sighed shakily and put his beat up car in drive, pulling out onto the street. the soft lull of the mixtape eddie made for him playing in background, but his mind was far away.

he missed eddie. he missed him so much it felt like he was incomplete. like there was a gaping hole in his heart where eddie used to be. he didn’t only lose a lover, but he lost his best friend.

some would say that richie was being unnecessarily stubborn, but he wasn’t. richie didn’t know what love felt like. hell the first time he experienced friendship was when he met eddie and bill, and even then he’d been hesitant. he had grown up in the midst of a toxic relationship, abuse and chaos being disguised as love.

richie had vowed as a kid that if what his parents had was love, he never wanted it. but all that changed in junior year, when richie realized that he was in love with eddie. the love he felt when he was around eddie was tender and soft. it was calm and sweet, like something out of a movie.

it scared richie shitless. he didn’t deserve someone like eddie kaspbrak. he didn’t deserve to have him.

and those thoughts only grew stronger as the years went by. every time richie would get drunk and promise eddie the world, seeing eddie’s face light light up, even under the drunken haze, only to have his heart broken by morning.

richie was selfish. he didn’t want eddie too close, but he needed him there. he would sleep with him close to every night, but abandon him in the day for someone new. he knew it destroyed the smaller boy, and he also knew that eddie stayed because he loved him too.

three weeks ago, it felt like richie’s heart had been torn clean out of his chest and pulverized in front of him, seeing eddie cry like that. seeing the years of neglect and heartbreak rise in his face, seeing the love eddie had for him literally bursting out of him, eddie begging richie to return it. those deep brown eyes he adored so much riddled with so much pain it burned him. eddie needed one thing, three words, and richie couldn’t even give him that.

a sob raked through the brunette’s body, eyes blurred and hands shaking as he pulled into the familiar driveway.

richie’s thin fingers pressed the number into his phone slowly, pressing the device to his ear. it rang once, twice, three times before the sweet voice he depended on the most through these horrible twenty one days came through.

“hello? richie?”

richie tried to talk, but he couldn’t, the only thing pushing last his chapped lips being another stomach churning sob. bev was out of her room and towards the front door in a hurry, already knowing what was happening.

she looked at the familiar truck in her driveway, and walked around it, opening the door and climbing in. she looked at her best friend sobbing in the seat, heart shattered around him.

the redhead said nothing as she slid close to him and wrapped him in her arms, heart breaking as he wailed. richie clung to his friend desperately, deciding that maybe if he closed his eyes tight enough he could pretend it was eddie’s arms he was in.

it was in this moment that richie realized that this is love. love was everything he didn’t want it to be. love was sacrificing your happiness for the person you adore, knowing they’re better without you. love is pain and suffering. love is sitting in your car every night and morning watching different people walk out of the love of your life’s apartment, knowing it’ll never be you. love is sobbing in your best friends arms because you fucked up the best thing that had ever walked into your life. love is richie tozier and eddie kaspbrak, on opposite sides of the same town, crying themselves into ruin over each other, silently wishing, and desperately hoping. love is richie crying over the fact that he hurt the person that made his life worth living.

this is love.

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Rose Thorns (1/11)

Summary: Richie Toizer and his band find themselves in a once and a life time situation but can Richie step out of his comfort zone to skyrocket the bands chances for success? Eddie Kaspbrak works at the famous Bourbon Room Club and is responsible for the nights entertainment, when a group of misfits audition for him and his boss he finds himself questioning everything he had thought he knew about himself, love and rock and roll.

A/N: In case some of you don’t notice this is and AU, so please disregard if you dislike these types of fanficiton. The Losers are around 22/23 in this fiction so very age appropriate. Let me know what you think and if I should continue…..

Word Count: 1961

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Part: 1 (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

“Look, Pearl Jam.”

Richie smirked at his friend’s announcement, he was in complete bliss looking at the littered walls. It was like he was in a trance, aimlessly allowing his eyes to wander. Names and dates were carved into its faded wood, forever keeping the bands that had passed through this room. Most were unknown, their signatures forever forgotten by the industry that had swollen them whole. However there were a few that caused the familiar excitement churn the contents of his stomach.

“Nine Inch Nails.” A gentle voice announced from beside him. “I love them.”

“I’ll give you a nine inch nail Bev.” Richie joked, not even bothering to look over to her. His eyes were on a mission, determined to find all of his favorite bands. There was a playful push against his shoulder followed by a light giggle.

“Can we please focus guys?” The stoic boy in the corner hissed, unamused by the graffiti on the walls.

“G-geez Stan r-relax, take a minute to a-appreciate where we are.” Their leader sputtered, looking over to their drummer with an annoyed face. “His-history happened h-here.”

“Well we will be history if we don’t start taking this audition seriously.” He sneered, his fangs nearly biting at their skin with each syllable. “We need to get our head in the game.”

“Someone’s nervous.” Richie muttered, feeling a knot twist in his stomach.

“Damn right I am.” Stan agreed, fidgeting with his sticks. “This is a once in a life time shot, if we fuck it up we might as well just head back to Derry.”

There was a moment of realization between the young band members. It was all true, they were here on pure dumb luck, the weight of future lay on this one and only audition and if they landed the part it could be the start to their career. The Bourbon Room had a history of making or breaking artists, it was the ultimate stepping stone to fame, but for every great band to make it onto that stage there were thousands more who flunked out. Odds were definitely stacked against them.

The door to their waiting room opened, reviling a stocky stage hand. His eyes glanced to the clipboard in his hands before meeting theirs, “The Losers Club?” He asked, reading their bands name with a twinge of amusement.

Bill took a step forward, “Y-yes, that’s u-us.”

The almost too young looking boy smiled, nodding in their general direction. “I like the name.” There was an accumulation of nervous thanks, “You’re on next.”

“Thanks Haystack.” Richie blurted out nervously. The stage hand scrunched his face in annoyance, sending daggers in his direction.

“Ben, the name’s Ben.” He corrected, unamused by the trashmouths tasteless joke.

“Sorry about him Ben.” Beverly apologized, glancing at her bandmate in frustration. “Richie makes jokes when he’s tense. He didn’t mean anything about it.”  

She brushed back her auburn hair behind her ear before winking at him playfully. The simple flirtation caused Ben’s face to fluster. His gaze down casted before nodding, “Yeah, well okay.” There was an awkward moment as he cleared his throat, trying to regain his professional composure. “You’ve got five minutes.”

He left then, leaving the Losers in their anxious wake. Riche felt his heart pound against his ribs and was worried the others could hear his pulse in the confined room. His hands shook as he reached for his guitar, the neck sliding down in his sweaty hands.

“Ok.” Bill’s voice called to the group. “L-let’s do th-this.”

Eddie adjusted himself in his seat, doodling on his paperwork aimlessly. The club owner waved off the current band before turning toward his aid. “Well?” He asked, annoyingly overlooking Eddie’s scribbled lineup.

The well-kept boy rubbed the bridge of his nose, fighting off the urge to hide his paper. “Lead vocalist was powerful but the band as a whole was sub-par.”

Mr. Dupree’s scrunched his face in a way that made Eddie cringe. “Really, I liked them.” He muttered, crossing their names off of his own list. “I thought they had promise.”

“You don’t have to go with my opinion sir.” Eddie replied, feeling the need to fidget with his pleated pants. “You have been doing this much longer than me.”

“Are you calling me old Eddie?” Dupree joked, chuckling to himself.

“Of course not sir.” He quickly responded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I just think you weigh my opinion too heavily. You are the expert after all.”

The owner grumbled, outstretching his legs on the chairs in front of them. “You have a talent for this work Eddie. You have yet to let me down so I always go with your instincts. After all you’re in touch with the younger generation unlike me.”

“Rock ‘n’ roll never ages sir.” Eddie corrected smirking at his boss.

“Damn straight son.”  He bellowed, slapping his aids back proudly. The force nearly knocked Eddie from his seat, the small boy corrected his posture and smiled, trying not to think about the bruise that would be there tomorrow.

“Alright.” Ben announced, walking onto center stage. He flipped through his paperwork momentarily before glancing up to the only two in the audience. “Next we have The Losers Club.”

“Some name.” Eddie muttered, tapping on his paperwork. The owner refused to comment as the group took the stage.

A moderately pretty girl with fire hair took the microphone. She flashed a smile to the two men in the center of the room, her face bright with eagerness. “Hi, I’m Beverly Mash and we are The Losers Club.” She paused, as if waiting for an applause. The only one to move was the lanky, grungy kid to her left who clapped enthusiastically, hooting at their band name.  

Eddie could practically hear his friends groan. Beverly shot him a cold look to which he merely shrugged. It took a moment but the young lady cleared her throat and continued adjusting herself into place. The tallest boy of the group, to her right, whispered, “1….2….1…2…3..4” They began reasonably well, the girl named Beverly singing the song proudly.

Yesterday I got so old,

I felt like I could die,

Yesterday I got so old,

It make me want to cry

There was something off about the group dynamic, it was as if they were unbalanced. Eddie could feel his skin crawl at the awkwardness, it was all wrong. His brows furrowed as he listened to the song closely, desperate to pin point the issue.

Go on, go on.

Just walk away

Go on, go on,

Your choice is made

Go on, go on

And disappear

Go on, go on

Away from here

Eddie watched the other members of the group, taking in the way the music moved them. The woman had a great voice, no doubt but it wasn’t her place to sing. It was as if the real singer hid behind his instrument rather than dare the spotlight.

And I know I was wrong,

When I said it was true,

And be her in between,

Without you,

Without you

The Eddie noticed the dirtier boy on left stage. He strung his interment perfectly while his whole body reacted to the music. While the others merely swayed he mouthed the words, feeling the music in a way Eddie had only seen on once before. Suddenly he understood. He leaned over to his boss and whispered in his ear. Dupree nodded, crossing his arms in thought.

The band looked at one another timidly, fearing the conversation. The next chorus was cut short by the owner’s hand, halting them completely. The older man cleared his throat, adjusting himself correctly in his chair. “Okay that was good but not great.”

The Losers Club’s faces fell as they shifted worryingly. “You, boy with the mop head.” The kid to the left pointed to his chest, looking to his friends in confusion. “Yes, you.” Dupree muttered, moderately amused by the kids tall thin stature. “What’s your name?”

“R-Richie.” He muttered, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Do you sing Richie?”

“I-uh-Beverly is the lead singer.” He replied, pointing to the girl with a muddled look on her face. Eddie face palmed, annoyed at the boy’s stupidity.

Dupree however, snickered. “I didn’t ask who the lead singer was, I asked if you sang.” The kid named Richie shook his head, looking at his band timidly. “Are you sure?” The older man pressed, leaning onto his knees.

“I-uh I can sing, I just-“

“Alright, sing me something.”

“I can’t, Beverly-“

“Look kid, it’s simple.” The owner muttered, ignoring the way Eddie shifted in his chair. “The way the band is set up now isn’t Bourbon Room material.” He looked to the rest of the band and shrugged, “I’ve been in this business a long time and can tell if a band is gonna make it or not. Now, you can accept that and move on or you can take a second chance and lead a song for me.”

“I can’t-“

“God dammit Richie, just sing a song.” The drummer sneered from behind, practically throwing his sticks at him.

“Listen to your friend Richie. One song won’t kill you.” For a split second it seemed that Dupree’s words were going to scare him off but slowly, and to Eddie’s compete, surprise he took center stage. Beverly moved to his place instead, the look of confusion still on all of their faces. Richie looked to his friends and mouthed the name of a song, they nodded and again the tallest boy counted.

“1….2…1…2…3…4.”

The lead guitar, which Richie played, sang out beautifully, announcing the song. Eddie couldn’t help but smile, the rhythm vibrating in his chest. He watched the gangly kid stutter over his words, only to recover momentarily. His confidence building with each word.

She’s got a smile it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything

Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And I’d stare too long

I’d probably break down and cry

Eddie watched the Richie kid bellow the song perfectly, his voice smooth and intoxicating. Goose bumps erupted on the small boys arms as the band played the infamous song, only improving it by the lead singer’s brilliant and stunning voice. He couldn’t help but feel his boss gaze on him but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t peel himself away from Richie, he was hypnotized.

Oh, oh, oh

Sweet child o’ mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Sweet love of mine

“Jesus, Eddie I don’t know how you do it.”  Dupree boasted, smiling proudly. “How in the hell did you know?” Eddie shrugged, completely unaware of his boss laughter. Richie was like noting he had ever heard before, his grace and composure on stage nearly overpowered the bands dynamic and yet there they were, the perfect version of The Losers Club. For the first time in his life Eddie was speechless.

She’s got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of rain

I hate to look into those eyes

And see and ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place

Where as a child I’d hide

And pray for the thunder and the rain

To quietly pass me by

“We’ve got a winner my friend.” Mr. Dupree exclaimed happily, shaking Eddie’s shoulders fondly. “You’ve done it again.”

Eddie ignored this comment, instead watching the beautiful kid with the compelling voice. The voice of his dreams, the voice that made Eddie come alive. It was like paradise wrapped in an obnoxious, grungy packaging.

Oh, oh, oh

Sweet child o’ mine

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Sweet love of mine

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Lets Talk About Firsts Part 3

Part 1

https://reddie-to-go.tumblr.com/post/167005695380/i-heard-you-wrote-nsfw-and-i-cant-get-this-out

Part 2

https://reddie-to-go.tumblr.com/post/167028720540/lets-talk-about-firsts-part-2

Eddie jammed the key into the lock and ushered Richie into the little entryway to their place. Richie was shaking and his nose and ears were bright red. Eddie held on to Richie’s cold hand as he pulled him down the hall towards the bathroom. He let go of his hand and pushed him inside, ordering him to take a shower. Eddie closed the door and stopped in his room to change and then to the small kitchen. He set a pot on the stove and poured two cups of milk into it. It wasn’t until Eddie waited for the milk to boil that everything that had happened on the walk finally sunk in.

Eddie threw his head onto the counter and made an embarrassingly happy sound. He raised his head and looked down the hall to the bathroom door. He was really glad Richie didn’t hear it.

Richie had kissed him. a full on the lips kiss. Eddie made the sounds again and rubbed his hand across his face. It was burning. Eddie could only assume that his face was extremely red. He tried to shake the smile from his face but it wouldn’t go away. This was the happiest Eddie had been in a while, and it was all over a stupid kiss that probably didn’t mean too much to Richie.

His smile dropped slightly at that thought.

Richie had kissed so many people, people that he actually liked. Eddie’s had just been a pity kiss.

That thought completely wiped the smile from his face. Eddie started to panic. What If Richie was regretting it. What if he didn’t want to talk to him anymore. This had been a huge mistake. This was definitely going to change how they were as friends.

Eddie’s train of thought kept chugging down that path until the sound of the milk boiling over broke him from it.

He mixed up one cup of hot chocolate instead of the two he had originally planned. His stomach wasn’t really feeling hot chocolate anymore. He placed the mug on the counter directly in the sight line of the bathroom door and retreated back to his room. He paused outside of the door and stared at the closed bathroom door before opening his and disappearing behind it.

Meanwhile, behind the bathroom door, Richie was absolutely ecstatic. And cold. Richie was really cold. He cranked the water to almost as far as it would go, stripped and jumped into the shower.

Eddie had wanted to kiss him! Eddie had said he was special! Richie was over the moon. He thought mostly everything that Eddie did was cute, but the image of him looking up at Richie and asking to be kissed would forever be number one.

Once Richie could actually feel his limbs he turned the water off and grabbed his towel. In Eddie’s haste to get Richie into the shower, he had forgotten to grab a change of clothes for him. Richie shrugged and wrapped the towel around his waist, before opening the bathroom door.

He didn’t really care enough to actually get dressed so he headed straight down the hall into the kitchen. He was happy to find the mug full of hot chocolate. He was less happy to not find Eddie. Usually, when they come home after parties they would hang out in the living room and watch a movie or something. That was where Richie had expected Eddie to be. He turned to look back down the hall at Eddie’s closed bedroom door.

He grabbed the mug in one hand and held the towel with the other and headed down the hallway stopping in front of Eddie door. he knocked lightly with his foot. Careful not to spill anything on the carpet or drop his towel. What would Eddie think if Richie kissed him and then turned up at his door naked 20 minutes later?

When Eddie didn’t answer Richie kicked the door again slightly harder.

“Ed’s I know you’re awake. Open up.” Richie called out, leaning his ear against the door to listen for any kind of movement. He didn’t hear any. He placed the mug on the hallway table beside Eddie’s door and knocked again, this time with his arm.

“I’m coming in Eddie. I hope you’re decent because I’m not.” Richie yelled as he turned the door handle and entered Eddie’s room.

The lights were off and Richie could make out a shape in Eddie bed across the room. Richie took a step into the room.

“Eds?”

“I’m sleeping, Richie,” Eddie replied. Richie knew that tone of voice. Eddie was worried about something. He took a few more step into the room until he was standing beside Eddie’s bed.

“Are you going to talk to me or am I going to have to put a wet towel in your bed,” Richie asked, looking down at Eddie. The room was dark, the only light coming from Eddie’s computer screen on his desk.

“What are you even talking about…” Eddie sat up abruptly and turned to face Richie. Who was standing in nothing but a towel beside his bed. Eddie’s face was directly in front of Richie’s bare chest. His face lit up. He crossed his arms and turned to look at the wall.

“So, are we going to talk,” Richie asked, hoping that Eddie could see the smile that spread across his face in the dark.

“talk about what,” Eddie grumbled. Refusing to look back at Richie. Him coming in here shirtless was cheating.

“I don’t know Eddie, maybe that kinda big thing that happened on the walk over here,” Richie explained mimicking Eddie and crossing his arms.

“We don’t need to talk about that, besides it was just a pity kiss. It didn’t even mean anythi- “Richie cut Eddie off by grabbing his face and forcefully pressing their lips together. Richie had been so happy about that first kiss and he was not going to let Eddie’s inability to not over analyze things ruin it.

Eddie was slow to get into the kiss but relaxed into it eventually. Richie sat down on Eddie’s bed, not breaking away from Eddie. Eddie whimpered when Richie licked his bottom lip. The sound was too cute and Richie had to pull away to look at Eddie’s face. He was as red as a tomato again. Eddie slowly opened his eyes to look back at Richie.

Richie realized that he had unintendedly followed through with his threat. He grabbed his towel making sure it didn’t fall.

“shit, I’m sorry Eds. I got your bed all wet.” he started to stand but was stopped by Eddie’s hand grabbing his arm. Richie and Eddie locked eyes.

“Richie?”

“Yeah?”

“…”

“Could you be my first for more things.”

Okay so I know I suck for ending it before it gets to the good part but I’m falling asleep writing and its getting way longer then I meant for it to be. I’m going to have to add another part on… Sorry. Part 4 will definitely be the last part and It will be up tomorrow. I promise. 

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Lost in Limbo (A Reddie Fic)

 Eddie awoke to the screeching sound of his alarm. While it was only a small piece of technology, it sure was loud. The noise managed to echo off his white walls and penetrate his fucking cerebellum. He reached over to try to turn it off, but it only continued to spiel profanities at him, taunting him. Reaching his boiling point, he immediately clasped onto the alarm and smacked it so hard on his nightstand that the batteries flew out.  ‘That’s for making me almost go deaf,’ He inwardly thought to himself. He jumped out of his bed and quickly made his way to his restroom.  

Upon looking at himself in the mirror, he was utterly taken aback. His hair was unruly. From hours of tossing and turning. He knew. The next thing he noticed was his eyes. Typically, they were vibrantly brown, and Bambi like. However, at this moment all he could see was that they were bloodshot and glassed over. From getting no sleep. Eddie knew.

He also noticed that he was paler than usual. Sickly pale. So much so that the freckles that danced around his nose were very noticeable. In the past, this wouldn’t have been an issue, but he is on the track team now. Initially, when he joined he did everything to prevent sun damage to his fragile skin by lathering extreme amounts of sunscreen on at a time, the sun still managed to curse Eddie with a decent tan. He knows that his skin should be darker than what it was now.

Knowing that he was on a strict schedule, he began to focus on his purpose for entering the restroom. He grabbed his mouthwash, toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss out of the medicine cabinet. He started his ritual with the mouthwash to eliminate the germs he had accumulated in his mouth when he was sleeping. The floss followed to ensure that anything stuck in his teeth from the previous meal did not end up living in his toothbrush. He then proceeded to brush his teeth, paying careful attention to each one. Finally, he used the mouthwash a final time to guarantee that it was in fact, clean. He smiled into the mirror and noted that his teeth were immaculate.

Moving onto his next task, he grabbed his brush and began to tame his hair that had been sprawled out in every direction. After a couple of strokes, he deemed his hair acceptable and quietly exited the bathroom.  

Once he reached his bedroom, he grabbed the outfit he already had picked out for the day. He slipped on his favorite yellow shirt that Beverly had given him this year on his birthday. Next, he pulled his red track shorts over his boxers.  The length was just long enough to cover his boxers, but short enough for Eddie to remain comfortable. He pulled a black hoodie on over his shirt that was a little too big for him, meaning that it probably belonged to one of his friends. His bet was on Stan, seeing as Stan had spent the night last Friday. Not only that, but the sweater was also very clean. A little too fresh for Bill. Entirely too clean for Richie.

He grabbed his backpack and exited his room, quietly making his way down the stairs. Eddie reached the door and was about to sigh in relief at the thought of avoiding his mother, but someone had other plans.

“Eddie-bear, dear! Come here, please?” His mother called. Eddie grimaced. He didn’t want to deal with her right now but walked into the living room anyways.

“Young man, you know you are supposed to let me know when you are getting ready in the morning. You know how delicate you are. You could have hurt yourself, and I would have never known! ” She said with fear and worry in her voice.

Eddie was extremely annoyed and spoke without thinking, “Just how could I have hurt myself Ma?” She gave him a look disappointment mixed with anger. ‘Well, fuck it,’ Eddie thought, ‘Might as well continue while I am already ahead.’

“Let me guess; I could have poked one of my eyes out brushing my hair? Or is it that I may have fallen off my bed and broken my leg? Mind you the bed is only a couple inches off the fucking ground.” He added, “Wait, I get it. I have the brittle bone disease now too, huh Ma?”

Ms. Kaspbrak was shocked. Her own brown eyes pierced through Eddie’s. Her face was red with anger and sweat dripped off her forehead. She attempted to grab Eddie while sitting in her chair, but he backed up to avoid her.

“How dare you, young man! You would never talk to me before you started hanging out with those dirty kids in the neighborhood. Especially that Tozier boy.” She spat with disgust, “They are a bad influence on you! I think from now on you should stay away from them. I know what is best for you. All you need is me.”

At the mention of Richie’s name, Eddie lost all of his composure. He glared fiercely at her and shook his head, “How would you know what’s good for me? All you do is try to convince me that I am sick when there is nothing wrong with me!  I’ve known that much for years. Now you think my friends, the ones who actually care about me are the ones who are damaging me? You’re deadly mistaken, Ma. You’re the one that is suffocating me.” Knowing that he was in deep shit, he turned around and booked it out of the house.

Ms. Kaspbrak was fuming now and began crying, “You get back here!  Right now young man. We haven’t talked about this. Wait! You forgot your lunch. You can’t eat the food at school, Eddie. It’s processed and bad for you! You will get sick! Eddie?” The only sound she heard was the slamming of the front door.

Eddie felt a mixture of accomplishment and defeat all at the same time walking out of his house. When he got out from school, he knew he was going to be in so much trouble. She was going to attempt to make him stay in the house forever. He sighed at the thought. He was snapped back to reality when he heard the overwhelmingly loud sound of Guns N Roses from around the corner. Which helped in drowning out his mother, who was screaming at him from the window. He pretended not to hear her and began walking towards the direction where Richie’s car usually came. While the car was nowhere in sight, Eddie knew he wouldn’t be walking long. After all, Richie drove like a damn maniac. Only a couple of seconds later, he saw Richie’s beat up truck hauling ass towards him. Eddie sighed.

Richie finally reached Eddie, only slowing down enough to allow the smaller boy to get into the car before speeding up again. Eddie quickly put his seatbelt on out of fear for his life and yelled, “What the fuck, Richie?  We have twenty minutes to get to school! Can’t you slow the hell down? You’re going so fast that the seat belts could burn our skin. Or you could fucking crash and kill us both! You could-” His sentence was interrupted.

Richie grinned devilishly at hearing the panic in Eddie’s voice. He always enjoyed messing around with the younger boy, “Why hello there! Ed’s, dear buddy ole pal, couldn’t I just want to see my best friend’s beautiful face on this joyous day?” He said in his best British accent. To this, Eddie smiled a little, his eyebrows raised, knowing a joke would be soon to follow.

Richie inhaled a deep breath, and Eddie knew what was coming.

The older male exclaimed in the happiest voice he could muster, “I gotta get Little Eds to school, so I can go see her! God, how I’ve missed your mother’s-”

“Beep beep, Richie!” Eddie cut him off. His brows furrowed and the traces of the smile that had been on his face only minutes ago had disappeared.

Richie gasped and immediately clutched his heart dramatically with one hand, “Already Eddie? This early in the morning? Oh, my achy breaky heart!”

Eddie rolled his eyes so hard in his head he could have sworn they were going to get stuck like that. “It’s going to be more than your achy breaky heart if you don’t put both of your hands on the fucking wheel, you idiot.”

Eddie’s threat went unheard. Richie doesn’t listen to anyone. He never does. He is Richie Trashmouth Tozier, after all. Richie is his name and fucking around is his game.

Immediately he took that same hand and placed it on Eddie’s thigh traveling upwards to grab one of the hems of his shorts, “Hey Eds, aren’t you getting too old to be wearing short shorts?” He yanked on the material a bit before adding, “Also, how the fuck do you wear underwear with these fucking things.” His laughed deepened, “Or are you going commando? You know that is dangerous, death by an atomic wedgie. Ha!” That most surely would get a response out of his favorite hypochondriac.

Eddie’s heart immediately fell into his stomach as he choked on a gasp. His mind was running 1,000 miles per minute. Any second now, he was going to short circuit and die. He could feel it.

All because of Richie fucking trash mouth Tozier. He couldn’t think about anything else besides that hand on his leg. The hand belonging to the person who he has been in love with the past two years. So close to him. Too fucking close to him.  He could feel his face beginning to flush. Trying to be as normal as possible, he swatted Richie’s hand away. “I’m in a sport, you idiot! Everyone on the track team has to wear them. You just wouldn’t know anything about that seeing as you aren’t in any extracurricular activities.”

Eddie’s blush did not go unnoticed by Richie, who quickly cheered, “You are so feisty and cute! Cute, cute, cute, my little Eddie Spaghetti!” He slapped Eddie’s thigh and placed his hand back on the wheel, “I don’t have time for additional sports, Eds.”

Eddie eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What? You are full of shit, Tozier. I would know if you were in a team sport at our school. All the losers would.” He was so engrossed with trying to insult Richie that he didn’t notice they had reached the school and the car was parked.

Richie seriously looked at Eddie, “Well you see, Eds-”

“Don’t call me Eds.”

“Anyways, Eds, fucking is a sport. I don’t need a team, and it’s preferred to play in your birthday suit! It is the best kind of sport out there if you ask me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, for the second time that morning. Earlier he had thought that he rolled them so hard that they were going to get stuck. Now, he turned them so hard he was sure that he could see his fucking brain. “You’re fucking repulsive. Who gives a shit about a sport using only your wrists?” He teased.

Richie only laughed at him again as he opened the door and exited the car. He walked over to the passenger side where Eddie remained in his seat.

“More like a sport using mainly my hips! Though I do use my wrists too.” Richie said as he made thrusting gestures and wiggled each one of his fingers. He thought his joke was so good that he tried to give Eddie an air high five. Eddie scowled at him as he too got out of the car.

The older male added, “Repulsive? Oh, Eds, what would you even know about sex? Not even halfway through getting blown you would need your fucking inhaler.” Richie joked.

Eddie knew it was only a joke. Richie would never oppress Eddie if he knew. Still, Eddie’s eyes widened as a wave of hurt and fear came over him.

He remembered the leaper covered in sickly sores and diseases as it’s menacing voice taunted him, “I’d blow you for a dime.”

Eddie could feel his hands starting to shake and tried to steady them by crossing his arms.

Richie immediately noticed Eddie’s whole demeanor changed. He locked eyes with the other boys chocolate brown eyes seeing something he thought he would never see again. Pure fear.

He began to worry as he watched Eddie hug himself. “What’s wrong Eddie?” He grabbed the younger boy carefully and shook him, “Come back to Earth, Eddie!”

Eddie could feel tears forming in his eyes as he heard the leper say, “Come back here, kid! I’ll blow you for free. Come back here!” He blinked them away and moved from Richie’s hold.

He had to get away. Richie had seen too much. He quickly grabbed his backpack from the passenger and threw it over his shoulder. Before he had the chance to start running, the taller male grasped tightly onto his wrist.

“Whoa! Eds.” He spoke in his most caring voice, the one reserved for Eddie. “Seriously? What’s wrong? What did you see? Was it-” Realization dawned on Richie, “Did you see It?”

Eddie’s stomach lurched, and he felt like he was going to puke. He pulled his wrist from his friend’s firm grip. “Dammit, Richie!” He yelled with as much venom he could muster, “You never know when to shut up! Just back off and leave me alone.” His voice cracked as he tried to hold back his emotions.

Not wasting any time, he began to run into the crowd of students, knowing Richie would try to follow him. He pushed his way through the crowd and went into the entrance of the school just as the first bell rang.

Today was going to be an eventful day indeed.

The story is going to get much darker from this point! 

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rain (reddie) ch. 2

Silence took over the lobby while Richie and Eddie stared at one another, the tension palpable. Years and years of painful silence was abruptly broken.

Eddie wondered if Richie’s heart was racing just as fast as his was.

He was struggling to organize his thoughts in that moment, unable to truly process his ex-boyfriend and how he felt in that moment.

Sure, he had gotten a glimpse of Richie a few times on TV or somewhere on social media since the break up, but it was something he would quickly change channels away from or exit out of. He had avoided studying him, knowing that the ache he had spent over a year trying to repress would immediately return as a sharp pain.

That sharp pain that he was trying to avoid after all of those years finally made its return. Seeing Richie brought back a rush of emotions that he wasn’t mentally prepared to handle.

His breathing speeding up ever so slightly had Eddie instinctively reaching for his back pocket, until he remembered that he didn’t have an inhaler anymore.

It was Richie’s disappearance that made the use of the inhaler needed, and it took him months to stop needing it afterwards.

‘You don’t need it. You don’t need it.’ He chanted in his mind to calm down.

As everything that they’d been through flashed across his mind, a glare started to form on Eddie’s face, his arms crossing over his chest defiantly. At first, he wasn’t sure which emotion would rise to the surface, but it was clear that anger was making its appearance.

“No hi, Eddie?” Richie’s resonant voice echoed inside of his head, making Eddie upset that it still made his heart skip a beat to hear.

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“Richie, are you here?”

A trembling, but soft sigh sounded past the blue tinted lips of Eddie Kaspbrak as he closed the wooden door behind him, visibly wincing at the squeaking sounds of his sneakers as they collided with the hardwood floor beneath him.

It was raining. Hard. His previously dry jacket was now soaked to the point that his once-dry clothes took a heavy hit as well.

This caused Eddie’s body to tremble like an autumn leaf, but the immense relief he felt once walking into the warm apartment helped to curb the effect a bit.

“Richie? Did you fall asleep in my bed again?” Eddie called out once more, carefully removing his shoes before walking further inside of his small abode.

There wasn’t much to his apartment; it unfortunately lacked space. It contained one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen/living room that shared the same area. In fact, the common area wasn’t too much bigger than his room, but that was fine to him. He had what he needed. Besides, living in New York meant that any decent apartment would cost a fortune.

He had done his best to make it his own by using subtle, but neat decorations to line his walls and inexpensive furniture in hopes of not making it too cluttered.

After grabbing a towel to dry himself off with, running it over his curls, Eddie walked over to his bedroom to see if his theory was correct. However, a deep frown began to settle on his face when he found both his bed and bedroom empty.

‘Where the hell is he?’ Eddie thought to himself, trying not to become worked up over his boyfriend’s absence.

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y'all i need someome to be an eddie to my richie, i have been stabbed thru the heart and betrayed by my only friend *chokes back tears* but im ok. i need an eddie pls *finger guns away from microphone* immediately.