#don’t get me started on when kas Eddie bites

[navnae]

Everyone talks about Eddie being a biter and how cute and sweet it is when does it to Steve, like every now in then Eddie would give Steve a little nibble on his cheek which makes him laugh.

Fair.

But what about Eddie biting Steve and having no filter whatsoever. Meaning that whenever he bites Steve he genuinely leaves a mark and it fucking hurts. The man has some chompers on him so it’s very likely that in the midst of him biting Steve that he’s just went ham at least once. Of course Eddie doesn’t mean to hurt Steve but now they have limits when it comes to the biting chaos.

[etherealxwitch]

Blood Sport

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: No matter how fast you run or how good you hide, Eddie will always find you and claim you as his prize.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), kas/vamp!eddie, reader being hunted, cnc, eddie calling reader bunny, pet names, name calling, blood, blood consumption, lord of biting, teasing, begging, mocking, spanking, face and pussy slapping, oral (f and m receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering, panties used as gag, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 5.5K

(i hope y’all enjoy this wild ride!)

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Your bare feet mushed into the muddy ground below you, adrenaline shooting through you and taking full control of your body. You had no clue where you were going, just anywhere to get away from him.

He had whispered the word run in your ears, and you took off and never looked back like your life had depended on it. Soon enough, he’ll be after you, tracking you like some wild animal.

The forest may have been huge, but at this moment, it’s never felt so small. There weren't many places to hide, trees only covering you so much, and no sheds to bunker down in. He would find you eventually, taking you as his prize. Even during the thick night air, he could still see your form running from him. The hunt of it all was the best part, the anticipation of when you would get caught made you run a little slower.

Eddie gave you a head start, even though he always seemed to catch up no matter how far ahead of him you were. You could be seconds or minutes away, and before you knew it, it would be right behind you, taunting you.

You could hear him now, his heavy boots stomping closer and closer to you.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, bunny.” His voice dripped with lust and need. The deepness of his voice had goosebumps forming over your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. If he caught you, the game would be over. You’d be his prize, and he would take you however he wanted, wherever he wanted. “You can’t hide forever, not when I can smell you.” 

And he was right. You were sweaty, sure to have blood scratches from thorn bushes, and soaked from the muggy air. He could smell you no matter how far you got. Your scent always lingered, keeping you close. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your lungs burned from running, but you couldn’t stop now. Just a little longer, and you could rest, let your body relax for just a moment.

“Why don’t you be nice and come out to play?” You hid behind a tree, hoping to be out of his view completely. 

You held a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress how noisy your deep breaths of air were. 

The fallen branches from trees crunched under his feet; the moon illuminated his giant shadow. Eddie was close, but you had the chance to get away, to slip out from underneath him.

He came face to face with you, his eyes red and his fangs shining in the moonlight. “Gotcha!” 

You took off running, slipping on the wet ground below you. He had caught you too soon, but you still had a lot of fight left in you. 

“Get back here, bunny!” Eddie’s voice boomed over the window and night animals. You almost stopped dead in your tracks, but you couldn’t give up that easily. 

You ducked behind a bush, looking through the twigs to try and see how close he was to you. Now that you got to rest for a quick minute is when you realize just how much your feet and legs hurt. Your breaths were coming out in fast pants. Maybe you didn’t have as much fight as you thought you did. 

Eddie was nowhere in your line of sight, and you thought that maybe he had taken off in another direction. That was until you felt a hot breath fan over your ear and a deep chuckle. 

“You think you can get away from me that easily?” His big arms wrapped around you, pulling you off from the ground. You wailed, threw punches against his chest, anything to get away though the punches did nothing, didn’t stir him one bit. 

He covered your mouth and slammed the front of you against a tree, the bark pinching and scraping at your face. “Naughty little thing, running from me like that.”

“P-please…” you looked to the side at him, your voice muffled, your eyes big, round, and full of innocence. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Eddie runs the tip of his nose up the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent more. “Now that I’ve got you in my arms, I can smell just how soaked you really are.” He bunches your dress around your waist, his cold fingers ghosting over the warm skin of your thighs, and pulls your flimsy panties to the side. The crisp night air hits your exposed cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. “Bet my cock would slide so easily into your pretty, little cunt, yeah?”

Your blood was coursing through your veins, and Eddie could hear it. He ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, debating on taking a bite. One small bite couldn’t hurt, could it? 

Without a second thought, Eddie sunk his teeth into your neck. He sucked, just enough to get the smallest test of your sweet, crimson blood. Another small bite here, another small bite there, nothing too serious to hurt you. He let out a long, low groan that vibrated his chest.

Your blood trickled down your neck as you moaned and whimpered. This shouldn’t be feeling as good as it did. Eddie licked up the small amount of blood, making sure to get every last drop, his tongue pressed against your skin. The pain mixed with pleasure made your cunt drip, your thighs becoming stickier than before. 

That didn’t go unnoticed either, Eddie catching on quickly. One of his thick fingers dipped inside your cunt before quickly slipping out. “Just as I thought, you love the pain.”

When you looked at him, you noticed his stained teeth and lips, your blood dripping from them, making them all shiny. 

You whined and closed your eyes, trying to think about anything other than him. Eddie was giving in to what your body needed, what it craved. Your body was betraying you. This isn’t what you wanted, or was it? The smallest touch of his fingers had your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled and pumped full of cum.

“Oh, so you wanna be full of cum?” Eddie’s nails raked up and down your thigh, taking his finger and barely rubbing against your swollen clit.

You gasped, digging your fingers into the tree you were pushed up against. “N-no. I just…” 

“N-No? You sound so pathetic, bunny.” He mocked your whines with a smirk. “Just say you do. There’s no denying just how bad you want me when your cunt is dripping for me.”

You tried to shake your head, but he pressed it more into the tree. “Let me go, please.” Tears welled in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry. You know that just makes me wanna fuck you more,” Eddie pressed his body into yours, his hard, clothed cock against your bare ass. You could feel it throb against you, your body instinctively grinding against him. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, and you’re going to take it all.”

Shaking your head, you tried to push away from him, but it was no use. Eddie had super strength; you weren’t going anywhere. You were stuck, and you had to give in and let him do whatever was on his dark mind.

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was weak, strained. 

You watched as he retracted his large hand before coming back down with a hard spank on your ass. Your skin jiggled, your mouth falling agape. “Speak up.” 

“Y-yes! Yes, sir.” 

“Shit, you’re already following rules so easily.” Eddie finally let up, pulling your body away from the tree. He spun you around so that now you were facing his tall form. “On your knees, pretty girl.” 

He didn’t give you time to act, putting his hand on the top of your head and pushing you down. You quickly fell to your knees, the leaves crunching under them. 

With shaky hands, you reached up for his belt, slowly undoing it. Eddie watched you with his dark eyes. Seeing how nervous you were only made him harder, his cock twitching in his jeans.

You ran your hand over the prominent bulge, dragging your nails across it. Eddie took a deep inhale, his chest heaving. It was taking everything out of him not to rush you, but he wanted to take his time with you and let it all linger.

Your hands worked on the zipper and button next. The pounding in your heart was harder, faster. His cock was so close to being down your throat, and your mouth watered for it.

Slowly, you pulled down his pants, taking his boxers with them, just enough for his cock and balls to hang out. His cock sprang forward, tip an angry red and leaking with precum. You watched as he spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock. The precum kept bubbling out his slit, dribbling down his knuckles as he pumped his cock with his hand, the schlick sound becoming louder.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips.

Eddie grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the tip along your lips, smearing the precum. “You take too fucking long.” He nudged his cock past your lips, rubbing it along your waiting tongue. 

You whined as he shoved his cock in your mouth, your tongue gliding along the thick vein that rested on the underside. The salty taste of his precum flooded your taste buds. 

“Shh, shh,” he ran a soothing thumb down your cheek before holding your head in place. “You just sit there and look pretty while I fuck your face, okay?”

Before you knew it, his cock was fully seated in your throat, and you were gagging around it, spit blubbering out the corners of your mouth. More tears spilled down your cheeks, coating them in smeared mascara. 

“Fuuuck- such a good mouth, just had to put it to use.” Eddie slowly thrust his hips back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of your mouth. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and get lost in the feeling of the tip gliding across your tongue. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like my own personal fleshlight?”

You tried to answer, opening your mouth wider, but all that came out were whines and gags. Tears kept falling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your cheek. Eddie’s cock was making your throat raw, and you could already feel the burn that would surely linger there for days to come. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was already a bruise forming. 

“What was that?” He guided your head down his cock, your nose now pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of his cock and his balls wetly pressed against your chin. “Shit- Couldn’t hear you with my cock stuffed down your throat.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he held you in place, letting his cock drag in and out of your mouth. Your gags and the soft squelch of your throat contracting around him echoed into the night. Nothing would ever feel as good as your pussy, but this was a close second for him. 

Your nails dug into his clothed thigh, inaudibly begging for some air. When Eddie pulled your mouth off his cock, salvia strung from your lips to the tip, mixing perfectly with his precum. 

Eddie ran a hand down your cheeks, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. You looked so pretty when you cried for him, whether it was from all his teasing or his cock being shoved into one of your holes. He loved to see you cry for him.

Deep breaths filled your lungs, and you sighed at the bit of relief you felt. The relief didn’t last long, though. Eddie was guiding your face toward his cum filled balls, dragging them over your lips. 

“Open up for me, baby. J-just like that.” Eddie had to brace a hand against the tree when you took the heavy sack into your warm mouth, rolling your wet tongue over the velvety skin. He could’ve cum right then and there. “You’re doing such a good job for me, yeah? Just a good little slut for me to use.”

You moaned around his balls in appreciation before sucking them into your mouth. Your tongue cradled them as you slobbered, your spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest. 

Pulling back, you let his balls fall from your mouth long enough to spit on them. You reached up and cradled them in your hand for a moment, rolling them around your fingers before you sucked them back into your mouth. The whole time, your eyes never left Eddie’s. You wanted him to see you, watch you. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you.” Eddie took his spit-covered cock in his hand, slowly stroking it over your face. He ground his hips against you, the sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against your forehead, precum bubbling out of the slit and into your hair. “Gonna make me fucking cum all over that pretty face of yours, bunny.”

His balls fell deeper into your mouth, your throat gargling around them. That was the moment that he lost control. 

Eddie pulled your head away and looked down at your swollen lips, tongue out, ready to catch every drop and tear-stained face. He squeezed at the tip of his cock before throwing his head back with a sharp inhale. Cum shot from the slit. His hips stuttered as his hand shook, “shit, shit!”

Your tongue caught what it could, not swallowing until Eddie could see what a good job you did. The rest hit your face, covering your chin and cheeks. 

He slowly looked back down at you, a proud smile on his face. “Swallow. All of it.”

You downed every drop, making a show of it and licking your lips once you were done. 

“Let’s clean you up.” Eddie collected what had fallen on your face with his rough fingers before sliding them into your mouth. You sucked them clean, making sure nothing went to waste. 

“What do you say?” 

“T-thank you, sir.” You shyly looked up at him. You’d do anything to please him.

He shoved his still-hard cock back into its confines before shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the ground beside you. You caught on to what he was wanting and laid down on his jacket, your legs bent at the knees. 

“Don’t even have to tell you what I want anymore,” he lay on the ground, his face right next to your aching cunt. “She’s ready for anything, isn’t she?” 

You felt Eddie slowly drug your panties down your legs. Once they were completely off, you closed your legs back, sitting up on your elbows. “Wait, wait.” 

Eddie jumbled up your panties and reached an arm up to shove them in your mouth. “Sometimes you talk too damn much.” The same arm that shoved the panties in your mouth also shoved you back down to his jacket, forcing you still. 

To take extra measure, he grabbed both of your wrists and held them in his rough, strong hand. He was making sure that you could get away or take your panties out of your mouth. 

You had no protest at all because once your back hit the jacket, Eddie had your legs gripped tightly in his hands, the air from his lungs blowing against your swollen clit.

“Mmm- mmm,” you tried to moan, but the sounds were completely muffled by your panties.

“Just relax,” he bit at your thighs, switching back and forth between them. You could feel the blood trickle down to the ground below you, but not before Eddie was licking it up. He let the blood linger on his tongue, savoring just how good you tasted before swallowing it. “As much as I’d love to drain you dry, I’d much rather keep you alive, so I slowly drink from you.”

All you could do was whine and dig your fingers into the palm of your hands. He had barely touched you, and you were already silently begging for more. Every part of you ached for some kind of friction, a touch, a rub, anything at this point.

Eddie watched as you clenched around nothing, looking for him to touch you. He thought it was cute how much your body wanted him. 

Just as you were about to beg (as much as you could with your panties in your mouth), Eddie licked a long strip up your cunt, from your needy hole to your clit. Your head fell back against his jacket as you let out a deep exhale. 

“Can’t get enough of that taste,” again and again, he licked at your clit, just enough pressure to have you whining. “You want more, huh?”

God, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs how much you needed more. 

“Oh, that’s right,” he kissed around your clit, smirking against you when you let out a frustrated huff. “You can’t talk.”

Deciding that you had enough teasing for now, Eddie finally wrapped his plump lips around your clit. A deep moan was pulled from you, and your eyes rolled back at the pleasure you were finally able to feel. 

Your nails dig deeper into your hands the more he sucks on your clit, his teeth grazing it, making you arch your back. The palms of your hands were sure to be bright red tomorrow. You wish you could moan louder, let him hear just how he was making you feel, but he knew. Your cunt was soaked, dripping on his jacket below. It was so easy for him to see how good you were feeling. 

“Every part of you tastes so fucking amazing.” Lick, lick, lick. “Your cunt, your ass, your blood.” He used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart, licking his lips when your slick strung between them.

Eddie dove back, licking all over your cunt, soaking his face in you. Your muffled moans grew louder with each lick and suck. Somehow, you were already close, and Eddie knew, could feel it in the throb of your clit. That only egged him on more. 

He slid his tongue into your beckoning cunt, making sure to swirl it around. Your chest heaved, and the pounding in your heart felt harder. Eddie moaning against you didn’t help at all—the vibrations making your head spin in the best way. 

Eddie's skilled tongue was making sure you were going to cum on his face, licking deeper than you ever thought possible and fucking in and out of you so fast that you you couldn’t focus on anything. His nose nudged at your clit and it was taking everything out of you not to rip your hands from his and pull on his hair.

Your thighs had started to shake, and he let your hands go. He used both hands to run up the back of the thighs before bending your knees into your chest, giving him more room to do whatever he wanted to your cunt. 

Eddie dipped his tongue lower, circling it around your puckered hole. Your hole clenched around his tongue, wanting him to go deeper. You screamed around your panties as the tip of his tongue dipped inside you over and over again. 

Shaky fingers raked through his hair before pulling, trying to get him as close to you as possible.

Eddie licked back and forth between your cunt and ass before he took your clit back into his mouth and shook his head back and forth. His eyes never left yours, even when your cunt was in your mouth. He wanted to see you come undone on his face. 

One more hard suck at your clit was all it took before you were cumming all over his face. Your cries were muffled, your legs shaking in Eddie’s hand. You couldn’t focus on anything other than your orgasm running through your body, making each hair stand up and your back arch so far off the jacket below you that you could almost reach the night sky. 

“Mmmmph!” Your hips ground against Eddie's face as you kept cumming, and he didn’t stop, even once you were finished. Your whole body felt like it was on fire in the best way.

Eddie groaned loudly against your cunt. The feeling of your cum against his tongue and face was enough to have his cock twitching in his pants, making a mess of them.

You ripped your panties from your mouth and threw them somewhere behind you, not caring where they ended up. “E-Eddie!” 

He pulled away, the moon making your cum shine on his face. “Sound like an angel when you say my name.” His fingers circled your cunt, making you gasp. You were already so sensitive from one orgasm, but you knew he was just getting started. “Too bad you’re nothing but a needy slut.”

Eddie’s hand left your cunt, reaching up to the top of your dress, it now bunched around your belly and pulled it down enough so that your tits fell out. Your nipples immediately hardened, the cold air making them stiff. 

“Look so good like this,” he slowly kissed up your body, making sure to bite every so often. Eddie stopped at your hips, biting at each one until he was sure they’d stung.

Once Eddie had kissed his way to your chest, he took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue softly around it. His fingers squeezed and pulled at the other nipple, pulling the cutest whimpers from you. 

You bit your lip when you felt his teeth dig into your nipple and pull on it before letting it go. “Feels so good.”

“Of course it does.” He forced your legs back open with his hand, sliding his fingers through your sticky pussy lips. You gasped, grabbing ahold of his wrist. “Awe, you wanna cum again?”

You nodded your head quickly, barely letting him finish his question. “Yes, I wanna cum as many times as you’ll let me.” 

“How cute.” Slap! Your cunt stung, his rings catching against your clit, and you tried to close your legs, but Eddie was much stronger than you. Slap! “Beg for it.”

“Fucking- Eddie, please! I’ll do-

Slap! Slap! Slap! “I don’t wanna hear how you do anything I’ll say. Think of something better.”

More tears flowed down your cheek for another time tonight as you tried to think of the words to stay. You didn’t know what to say, you just knew you wanted to cum again, and you were getting impatient.

“Just- please! I’ll be such a good slut for you, and I promise to let you do whatever you want to me. Just let me cum again.” 

“Now, was that so hard?” Eddie finally slid his fingers into your waiting cunt, and you immediately clenched around them.

“Thank you, thank you.” You spread your legs further, making it easier for him to slot himself back between them. 

His fingers curled right against your g-spot, and you could already feel your second orgasm fast approaching. “You’re about to cum this quick?” Eddie tutted at you, curling his fingers over and over again. “Better hold it in.”

“I-I can't, I can't!” You shook your head, your toes already curling. 

With a heavy hand, Eddie smacked each of your thighs, immediately causing them to burn in such a blissful way. “You can and you will.”

Eddie knew how badly you wanted to cum, and he also knew how to skillfully use his fingers to edge you and make you hold it in. You were sure that if you didn’t listen, the inevitable would happen, and you wouldn’t cum again. 

“Now, are you gonna listen and hold it in? Or do I have to stop touching you all together?” His fingers slowed down as he waited for you to answer. 

“I’ll hold it in!” You grit your teeth, trying to find a distraction while Eddie toys with your sopping-wet cunt. 

You could hear how wet you were, your pussy squelching around Eddie’s fingers the more they pumped in and out of you. His pace was slow, making sure to drag at the pleasure, helping you hold your orgasm at bay as long as you could. 

“Whose pussy is this, huh?” Eddie had moved so his whole body weight was pressed into you, his forehead resting against yours. “I wanna hear you fucking say it.”

“Y-yours.” Your voice was weak as you stumbled on the words, finding it hard to focus when his fingers felt so good. 

“You’re gonna have to speak up, bunny.” He pulled his fingers out of your cunt long enough to slap your cunt again. You were sure that it was going to be bruised in the morning.

“Yours! It’s your fucking pussy, sir- oh my god!” You were so sensitive, so needy that you almost came right then and there. 

Easily, his fingers slid back into you, your eyes rolling back. You clenched around them, your orgasm fast approaching again. “Eddie…”

As soon as he felt you were about to cum again, he pulled his fingers out. You watched as they dripped in your juices, hitting your thigh. 

“Open up for me,” Eddie traced his wet fingers against your soft lips, waiting patiently. He dragged his fingers across your tongue, making you clean up the mess you made on them. “Don’t you taste so good?”

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, bobbing your head as your tongue swirled around them. Your doe eyes looked up at him as they silently begged him to fill you up again with his fingers, giving you a chance to cum.

“How can I say no to those beautiful eyes?” Eddie’s fingers trailed down your body, tracing over your nipples before dipping lower and lower. They ghosted over your clit, rubbing just enough for you to feel something. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes- oh fuck.” He caught you off guard, sliding in three thick fingers and filling you up just like you wanted. Your cunt sucked in his fingers, tightening round them. “R-right there.”

The pads of his fingers rubbed perfectly against your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids. “Right here?” Teasingly, he grazed his fingers over the spot again, and you couldn’t hang on any longer. 

You were so sensitive from your first orgasm that this one was coming fast. There was no stopping it this time. 

Your legs clamped around his arm as you heard yourself cum before you felt it. You gushed around his hand, soaking everything below you and Eddie in the process. You bit at your lip so hard you could taste blood. “Fuck- Eddie!” 

His name left your mouth like a repeated prayer, his fingers not stopping until you felt your juices drip down the crack of your ass. 

“Shit, look at the mess you made.” Eddie pulled his fingers from your overly sensitive cunt, watching as they dripped more than they did before. The sheen of your cum shined brightly in the moonlight.

You watched with bright eyes as he pulled out his cock and balls again, it still leaking with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight before you. 

One of Eddie’s hands ran up your body, stopping to tightly wrap his fingers around your neck. “You know you made me cum in my pants while I was eating you out?” His other hand grabbed the base of your cock, dragging in through your wet folds. “Now it’s my turn to cum and fill up your pussy just like you wanted.” 

You whimpered at his words, reaching down to spread your pussy lips apart as the tip of his cock caught on your clit. “God, yes, I've been needing it so bad.” 

“Is that so?” Eddie barely slid the tip in, but it was enough for the both of you to moan in unison. “Will never get over how tight your pussy is, bunny.” 

The hand wrapped around your throat had you gasping for air, but you just smirked. “Please, fuck me.” 

“You want to be filled with my cum that bad?” Eddie grabbed hold of your hip, lifting you off his jacket so you were resting in his lap. “Work for it.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words as you slowly started to grind your hips against his. Your body weight was on your hands as you used them for leverage. 

His cock moved slowly in and out of you, Eddie’s eyes never leaving where the two of you were connected. “Look how good you take my cock.”

Eddie helped you and guided your hips back and forth, his jeans roughly rubbing against your ass. “Can’t give everything to you easily, can I?”

Your head rolled back as you whined out for him. The slow drag of his cock was just enough to set your body on fire. “A-am I doing good for you, sir?”

“Doing so good, just keep doing that, sweetheart.” His hand tightened around your neck as you gasped for air, your hips still grinding against him. “Just taking what you want from me, aren’t you, slut?”

“F-fuck, uhuh!” The burning in your hips started, but that didn’t stop you. The squeeze of his hand around your neck and the throbbing of his cock inside of you egged you on. “Oh my god!”

“Pussy was made for my fucking cock.” Eddie spat on your cunt, his thumb rubbing it along your clit. “Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

His thumb kept rubbing at your clit as your cunt ground back and forth along his cock. You’d leave only the tip in before slamming down on the rest of his cock. The two of you groaned and moaned in unison, both close to cumming. 

Your tits bounced with the grind of your hips, Eddie’s eyes transfixed on them as if you had him in some sort of spell. 

“You’re a fucking goddess.” His eyes trailed up your neck, stopping to look and admire your face. Your lips were plump from all the biting, sweat beading on your forehead. “You look so good when you're fucked out, drunk on my cock.”

You couldn’t say anything, words completely leaving you. Your mind was complete mush, his cock the only thing on it. At this point, you’d say anything to him just to cum. 

Eddie’s hand let go of your neck to slap your face, bringing you back to him. “Feels too good, doesn’t it?” His smirk is brighter than it has been before. 

“Y-yes,” you ground your hips faster, chasing your release. “Your cock feels so good!” 

Both of his hands pinned your hips back to the ground, pulling out. You whined but quickly shut up when he slammed back into your cunt. Your whines now turn into pleasurable screams.

“I can’t take it anymore.” His hips crash into yours at a bruising pace, his balls wetly hitting against your ass. “I got fucking cum.”

You arched your back, grabbing his hands and squeezing them as you kept screaming. “Please turn me, Eddie- please!”

Eddie looked down at you, his cock bulging in your belly with each thrust. Your words replayed over and over in his head, the thought making his cock throb hard inside you. “Bunny- Shit! Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”

“Give it to me, Eddie.” You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. “Need you to cum inside me, fill me up until it's dripping out.”

His eyes got darker as he leaned down, attaching his lips to your neck. What started as sloppy kisses turned into a hard bite. His teeth puncture your sweaty skin, your blood seeping into his mouth. 

Your toes curled, and you pulled on his hair, the bite being enough to make you cum so hard your body convulses. You couldn’t see anything, your vision going totally white. “I-oh, my god! Oh my fuck- Eddie!”

Eddie groaned loudly against your skin as he finally pulled his teeth from the two holes that adorned your neck. The taste of your blood, the clenching of your cunt as you came around his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. You can feel his hard pants against your neck and his cock cumming inside you with a twitch.

He whispered your name as he kept cumming, spilling everything he had inside you. “That’s it, take it fucking all.” 

Your cunt milked him for all he was worth.

The only thing heard over the animals in the night was heavy breathing, the two of you spent. 

Your body felt sore, weak, and used by the time Eddie had pulled out of you, causing you to wince at the sensation. You couldn’t see him, too tired to open your eyes, but you could hear him move around you, fixing your dress so it sat just right and picking you up so he could cradle you into his arms. 

You felt weak, the bite on your neck stinging more than it had before. 

“I promise that you’ll feel better in the morning,” Eddie placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. The total opposite of how he was just acting with his cock inside you. “Just rest for now.”

[ladykailitha]

In the Midnight Hour Part 9

Still hard at work wrapping things up. I’m almost there, though. I’m thinking about 13 parts all total.

Also, I have times where I’ll come up with a line that I like and then I try to work into a story at some point. There is a line this part that I have been sitting on for nearly 5 years. And finally ST gave me a fandom to use it in. See if you can spot it. ;)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Eddie was right, Vecna had been furious about trying to help Steve, but he was more angry that he had attacked that mob.

Steve had spent the day with Wayne before he was able to go home. Wayne had taken the time off from the factory to make sure Robin got to school and to make sure Steve was okay.

Wayne had also spoken to Hopper about the little mob. Thankfully the tape didn’t show who had come to Wayne’s rescue. So as far as anyone else knew, it was Steve and he had past out after the fight.

Hopper had tried to get Wayne to press charges, but Wayne hadn’t been hurt and Steve wasn’t talking so the police were forced to drop the issue.

Two nights later, Wayne called Steve. “I think I have the final piece to your puzzle Steve. It’s time.”

*

Steve got everyone together. Dustin, Will, El, Mike, Lucas, Erika, Max (they were gathered in her hospital room), Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, Robin, Joyce, Hopper, even Murray and Owens were there.

“We’re ready when you are, sweetie,” Joyce told Steve gently.

“Who let Steve plan?” Mike asked.

“How about you listen,” Wayne growled, “before you go about passing judgment. It’s attitudes like yours that started a witch hunt for my nephew.”

Mike’s jaw audibly snapped shut.

“Right,” Steve said looking between Joyce and Wayne who both nodded encouragingly.

He pulled out the sword that Hopper had found in the Upside Down and laid it on the table in front of him. “This is how we kill Vecna.”

Dustin leaned forward and gasped in horror. “But that’s Kas’s sword!”

The younger boys looked at each other in shock and horror.

“No, it can’t be,” Will whispered. “That would mean that Vecna has found his Kas.”

Steve nodded sadly. “Henry Creel deliberately set up the murders to be around Eddie so that Eddie would sacrifice himself, to be reborn as the half vampire, Kas.”

“The jocks!” Robin cried. “There was a vampire!”

All but the adults cried out in recognition.

“What’s been going on with the jocks?” Hopper asked, folding his arms in front of his chest.

Jonathan spoke up from the corner. “All of the jocks were lethargic and pale. The school thought that had an epidemic of mono on their hands.”  

Joyce and Hopper shared concerned glances.

“It was Eddie,” Steve said softly. “I think only Robin and I cottoned on that it was a vampire after the first week.”

Robin frowned at him. “Did you know it was Eddie then?”

Steve shrugged. “I suspected. I thought Eddie was an hallucination at first.”

“Steve...” Nancy said softly. “Why didn’t you tell someone?”

Steve hung his head. “Because if I was then it meant I was important enough to be a threat.”

Everyone exchanged glances.

“Of course you’re a threat, Steve,” Max said from her bed. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“Because I’m not smart like the rest of you,” Steve mumbled into his chest.

Wayne walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. “You’re no genius, Steve, but you’re plenty smart. And don’t let anyone tell you differently.” Wayne looked over Steve’s head to glare at Mike.

After Steve had calmed down, Wayne let him go. “Explain the rest of it, you’re doing fine.”

“Vecna is almost at full strength,” Steve continued. “He would let Eddie come visit me to haunt me, wear me down, feed on me.” He pulled his collar down to show the fading bite marks on his neck.

Dustin let out a pained cry. “That’s why Steve was sick! It wasn’t because of the mob. It was because Eddie fed from him. I thought he was our friend!”

Steve walked over to Dustin and hugged him tight. “It’s not Eddie’s fault. Vecna was starving him. Not letting him feed on anyone else. He lost control for a little bit, but he stopped. He could have killed me, but he stopped.”

“Vecna was starving Eddie?” Lucas hissed. “What the fuck?”

“Language!” Joyce said.

Lucas ducked his head as Erica snickered.

“They are connected somehow,” Steve explained, letting go of Dustin to stand back in the middle of the room. “And not just in the usual ‘step on a vine and wake him’ sort of way.”

Wayne nodded. “I figured it was something like that. I was getting emotions from Eddie that weren’t his.”

“Emotions?” Robin asked, tilting her head. “What do you mean?”

El started bouncing in her seat. “It’s really cool. Mr Munson is an empath!”

Wayne chuckled.

“Like someone who reads emotions like psychics read minds?” Will asked.

Steve snapped his fingers. “Just like that.”

“So what’s the plan?” Hopper asked.

Steve pulled out his bag and started handing out Walkmans. “Everyone gets one. And I mean everyone. You fill up a tape with your favorite songs. Even if it’s just one song on repeat, I want the whole tape filled. We don’t know who Vecna might target, so everyone gets one. Including the adults. I am not taking any chances.”

Everyone quietly took a Walkman and a cassette. El picked up one for Max.

“We’re going to close all three gates at the same time,” Steve said. “That’s going to cause the distraction we need to take Vecna down.”

“So we’re going to split up into groups again?” Dustin asked.

Steve nodded. “Only this time, an adult will be attached to each group. There’ll be five groups. El’s group which will consist of her Max and Erica, here at the hospital.”

“Do we need to get a tub of water?” Jonathan asked.

Wayne shook his head. “I’ve been working with her. She shouldn’t need it anymore, but I would suggest a parent and tub anyway to be on the safe side.”

Steve turned to Dustin. “Do you think your mom would be willing to help out?”

Dustin nodded.

“Each group will also have a walkie-talkie,” Steve continued. “I don’t want anyone out of communication. Ever.”

Everyone nodded.

“I also want everyone to give Wayne a small trinket to carry,” he said. “It has to be something you hold a strong attachment to.”

“I’m not giving anyone anything,” Murray said.

Steve looked over at him. “You wouldn’t have to, I won’t make it mandatory, but it will help in the fight with Vecna.”

Wayne smiled. “It’s so that I have a greater connection to you and your emotions.”

El cocked her head to the side. “It’s going to save Eddie.”

Suddenly there was shouting and talking over each other.

Steve let out a loud whistle. “It might. That’s the hope.”

Everyone quieted down.

He continued to explain the plan to them when he got to the end Robin frowned.

“Hold on,” she said. “Who’s going with you and Wayne to confront Vecna and Eddie?”

“No one.”

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “Like hell you are.”

Steve sighed and ran his hands over his face. “Please...”

“Yeah,” Dustin said and Steve sighed in relief, “because I’m going with him.”

“No!” Steve protested. “If this doesn’t work, I can’t protect you.”

“Which is why I’m going, too,” Robin said.

“I don’t want anyone else hurt,” Steve protested. “Wayne and I will handle it. I promise.”

“Steve,” Jonathan said quietly.

Steve’s head snapped his direction.

“You’re going to need them for Eddie.”

“I‒” he began but the words wouldn’t come. His shoulders slumped. “Yeah, okay.”

Hopper came up and put his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I know it’s hard to lean on other people when you’re so used to going it alone. But you’re going to have to start putting your faith in us. In all of us. We’ve been down this road before. Let us help.”

Mike looked over at Wayne before he turned to Steve. “Look, this sounds like a great plan and all. We defeat Vecna and save Eddie. Yay!” he said the last word sarcastically with a little wave of both of his hands. “But why are you doing this, Steve? We all remember you didn’t like the guy. Called him all sorts of names. Freak was a popular choice as was gremlin. So why?”

The room became so silent you could hear a pin drop, everyone waiting on baited breath for Steve’s response. The air thick with the awkwardness of the outburst.

“You’re right, Mike. But that was before I spent days trying to keep him safe from angry mobs and the Upside Down. And yeah, he’s still foul-mouth little gremlin, but he’s our foul-mouth little gremlin and we’re going to get him back.”

Mike nodded.

Steve turned to Owens for the first time. “How long will it take to get everything ready?”

Owens looked at his watch. “About twelve hours.”

Steve looked at his own watch and nodded. “I hope we make it in time.”

*

“Team Hospital, checking in, over,” Erica said over the walkies. She had been granted the use of the walkie-talkie because she was the only one that wasn’t going to be directly involved in any of the fighting.

“Check, over,” Steve replied.

“Team Byers, checking in, over,” Jonathan said for his team. Joyce was tasked with watching Will, so he was put in charge of communication.

“Check, over,” Steve repeated.

“Team Insanity, checking in, over,” Lucas said, but before Steve could reply. “Why the hell am I on team Insanity anyway?”

Steve laughed. “Because I need someone to keep them from doing something really crazy. And you are far more level headed than any of your friends.” And then as an afterthought. “Over.”

There was silence on the line for a moment before Lucas came back. “That’s fair, over.”

“Team Strike, checking in, over,” Nancy said. Mike couldn’t be trusted not to forget and Hopper was going to be busy.

“Check, over,” Steve said, he handed the walkie-talkie over to Dustin.

“Team Eddie, checking in, over.”

The other four teams all called back ‘check!’

Steve and his team had entered the Upside Down via the Creel House which was the gate that Hopper and the Wheelers were going to take down.

Steve looked back at Nancy and sighed. They had talked about their relationship and how it ended. Where it should go from there. They were different people with different outlooks in life and they were better off as friends.

But he still mourned the life they could have had. The life they would have had if Hell hadn’t decided to make itself a home in Hawkins.

He nodded to her and she smiled back.

“Go get your boy back,” she called.

Steve smiled.

Because that what he fully intended to do. Get his boy back. Whatever it took.

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[luminnara]

hii first of all i love your blog, your writing and your style! seconddd have you seen this new theory going around that eddie might come back as a vampire bc of an existing character in dnd?? of course this got me thinking of even more possibilites with him and the lost boys ahhhh

I have definitely been seeing that and SOOOOOOOO MUCH GOOD FANART AHHH

I’m pretty sure it was Kas(?) who was resurrected in the campaign and that’s what people have been kind of playing off of. I personally don’t really think he’ll come back, BUT that does not matter for our purposes because that is our boy now and he can live on as we desire lol

I really love the idea of Eddie being resurrected or becoming a vampire/vampire adjacent monster, and being really confused and somehow ending up in Santa Carla. Maybe he starts out in the upside down, the gang saves him and brings him back to Hawkins, but he still can’t exactly…stick around. He’s still wanted for murder and there’s no way he’s getting a fair trial in a town that wanted to just kill him anyways, so maybe he just…leaves. He has big hang ups about running, but everyone convinces him that it isn’t cowardly at all to save yourself, so he just starts heading west because he’s always heard that the coast is full of little towns that are popular for runaways and criminals, and he sort of falls under that umbrella.

He travels by night, getting the hang of surviving on his own while he wishes he didn’t have to. He’s tough now, though, and as unbelievable as it is, he’s read and watched enough fantasy and horror to know what he is now. It’s easy enough to figure that he should avoid the sun and that he’s gonna need a little bit more than a burger and fries for dinner. Feeding is hard when you’re such a big softie, though, and he barely manages it, just doing the bare minimum while he makes his way to Santa Carla, California.

It’s the perfect town for a guy like him. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get a very warm welcome—the resident vampires zero in on him immediately, and they’re not too happy to see somebody hunting on their turf. Eddie, of course, has no idea how vampire society or etiquette works, and he’s just kind of got his hands up in surrender as these terrifying dudes corner him in an alley one night. They’re mostly just trying to figure out if he’s alone, where he came from, and what his vibes are like, but to Eddie, they’re almost as scary as Vecna, and it isn’t until they back off that he stops shaking.

“Whoa, dude,” the short one says, “you’re shaking like a fuckin leaf. You gotta eat soon or something??”

“Yeah, I only ever get the shakes like that if I’m fucking starving,” the taller blonde says.

“You need to feed.” The leader says. “We’ll finish this later.”

And Eddie just blinks as they lead him to the beach, and he enjoys the brutality of their hunting way more than he thought he could. That night, he finally finds a place he belongs, and a weird, fucked up family to call his own.

Alternatively:

The boys corner Eddie. They’re all fangs and snarls, intending to scare him shitless so that he never dreams of hunting in their territory, before one of them pushes past the others, lets out an annoyed sigh, and flicks his cigarette butt away.

“Eddie Munson.” He bites out. “Why the hell can’t Hawkins just stay in Hawkins, huh?”

And eddie’s eyes widen when he sees none other than Billy Hargrove, former king of Hawkins high, wearing his signature leather jacket and sporting bright yellow-orange eyes just like the others.

“You know this guy?” Paul asks, looking at Billy.

“Not really.” Billy shrugs. “But he’s not one of the annoying ones, at least.”

[wibble-wobbegong]

no cause i just finished reading over aemiron’s post (go read it!!) on eddie’s death and now im thinking about henry using eddie’s body again because time seems to work different in the ud, so the normal effects of time on someone (thirst/hunger) don’t matter which also suggests eddie’s body won’t decompose so even if animals take bites of him he’d have to be eaten entirely to truly be gone and and the whole kas thing was laid on way too heavy for it to just not matter. he’s gonna be super important in s5 and user aemiron laid out eddie’s connection to mike’s queerness (eddie is vital to mike’s journey with his queerness) and now my imagination is running wild with the thing he also explained about mike’s suicidiality and like.

this doesn’t have a real basis so im just saying shit but i can’t stop thinking of henry using eddie’s body to literally tempt mike into dying because when mike inevitably gets taken to the UD what if he encounters a possessed version of eddie’s dead body? but he doesn’t know eddie’s been possessed? we know mike is much more likely to believe in something that seems impossible if it means there’s a chance someone he cares about is still alive. even if it defies logical sense and dustin’s story, mike would believe that eddie managed to survive somehow in a heartbeat.

personally, i think eddie and mike have talked about being queer before in at least a coded conversation at some point which contributed to mike’s comfort in leaning into his little crush. like, he’s comfortable expressing that part of himself around eddie with leaning into him and he lets himself look in a way he only ever allowed himself to do with will. i’ve talked a little about how mike went from touching to looking with will, and mike is able to do a little bit of both of those with eddie without worrying about it. eddie created a space for him to do that without fear which makes me think mike has to know eddie wouldn’t be mad at him for it.

but basically what if henry uses eddie’s body to tempt mike into staying in the UD? the type of speech that’s like, “we can be free down here” and by using eddie’s body he could literally lure mike to his death. like, using eddie’s body means physically luring mike somewhere that henry can find him. i have the feeling illusions wouldn’t be enough to get that job done because of how quick mike is to recognize when something is off and he makes plans to work against it. eddie’s body being ‘brought back to life’ however is something mike couldn’t worm his way out of — he wouldn’t even want to.

there’s also the thing about eddie being the one to start bringing mike out of his isolating tendencies at the start of the school year. eddie has actually saved mike before, in a sense, by guiding him towards accepting himself and pulling him back into the things he loves. if eddie said he could do it again, actually take mike somewhere that they could be who they are without fear, he’d be much more inclined to follow him again. that, plus mike starting the season with no hope of will loving him back romantically, el breaking up with him, still being under the belief that lucas wishes they were normal, and dustin no longer being able to provide that comraderie he did while they were in hellfire together because he’ll be grieving, mike is going to be feeling more alone than he ever has before. eddie saved him from his loneliness once and he’s offering to do it again.

maybe it leads to mike’s fake death or the hostage theory or something, but this is a really long way of saying that i think eddie’s body could be used to lure mike to danger since mike is too smart to be taken through normal means and henry knows that better than anyone else

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

Reddie having a cuddly day and cuddling while doing absolutely EVERYTHING and being very much in love?

just a bad dream

summary: just another fix it fic!

pairing: reddie

words: 1,619

a/n: this fic is written for my love @tozier-boy because I love her so much and I wanted to make her happy! Also, to make up for my last sad fic, have some fluff!

*click title to read on AO3

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“Honey…honey he’s dead.”

“No! No he’s not dead, he’s just hurt. Guys, please. He’s just hurt!!

“Richie, we need to go! Now!”

“No! Eddie! No please, he’s still in there. We have to help him! Eddie!”

Richie gasped, throwing his eyes open as the memory playing back in his mind on a continuous loop. Eddie throwing the spear at the clow, to knock Richie out of the deadlights and, in some sick twist of fate, died for it.

Eddie Kaspbrak. The love of his life. His first and last love. He was gone before Richie even got the chance to say anything to him. To tell him how he really felt. Bile rose up in the back of Richie’s throat and he threw his arm out to turn on the bedside light, leaning his head over the bed to bring up whatever he had for dinner.

He couldn’t even remember what it was he had for dinner in that moment. All he could think about was that fucking clown completely destorying any chance he had with the love of his life. Fucking asshole.

A groan and a hand on his back caused Richie to freeze up and he tried to rack his brain to when he brought someone home the night before. Just as he was about to turn around and ask them to leave, the voice spoke up, bringing more tears of shock to Richie’s eyes.

“Rich? Why is the light on? It’s like…three am.” The voice was soft and still laced with sleep but Richie didn’t care. He turned around quickly, his eyes focusing on the body next to his that was starting to sit up, rubbing his eyes. Eddie Kaspbrak was right there. Alive and in the flesh.

“Eds…” Richie breathed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh my god Eds.” Ignoring the fact that he had just vomited all over the floor next to his bed, Richie lunged at Eddie, wrapping him up in a hug as he sobbed into his neck. “Oh Eddie, you’re here, you’re alive! I’m not- dreaming am I?”

Eddie’s body sagged a little as the words registered in his brain and a hang was brought up to lace through Richie’s curls. “Richie, babe, look at me.” Richie did, pulling back and looking at Eddie desperately. “Did you dream about it again? About what you saw in the deadlights?”

As soon as the words left Eddie’s lips, all the memories came flooding back to him in waves. The fight with IT, throwing rocks at IT before being caught in the deadlights. He remembered what the deadlights had shown him. His dream…the dream he had thought was reality, was in fact something that wasn’t real at all. It was nothing but a hallucination brought on by the deadlights.

Slowly, Richie nodded his head and Eddie wrapped him up in a hug, tight and secure. Richie could remember all the previous times this had happened, and how Eddie never once batted an eyelid. He was always right there to comfort Richie, no matter what time of day, or night, it was.

Suddenly, Eddie sniffed the air and pulled back, making a face at Richie, “Were you sick?”

“I- Yeah, a little,” Richie admitted sheepishly and Eddie sighed, placing his hand on his cheek and stroking his thumb across the skin. It was something they had both taken to do as an act of comfort ever since the return to Derry.

“I’ll go get the mop,” Eddie smiled. “Go brush your teeth and I’ll make us some tea. Maybe there’s some rubbish talk show on TV we can watch until we fall back asleep.”

Richie’s eyes softened and before Eddie could get off the bed, he wrapped a hand around his wrist. “I’m sorry,” Richie choked, biting his lip. “I know you have work in the morning and you need your sleep and-”

Eddie cut him off with a finger to his lips, “I’m calling in sick. So are you.” He announced, taking Richie by surprise. Many a time Richie had suggested they call in sick, but Eddie was always the responsible one. He kind of liked this side of Eddie. “We’re going to spend all day in bed, eating junk food and watching crappy TV. Okay?”

“Okay,” Richie nodded and let him go before stumbling his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

* * * * *

It was well past four am before they finally fell back asleep. Richie had stumbled to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom to find all the vomit on the floor was already cleaned up. Eddie really was fast at that. A few minutes later, Eddie was back with two cups of herbal tea, something that helped both of them sleep.

True to his word, Eddie had put the TV on and they had fallen asleep to an episode of Dr Phil, Richie’s head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, where it belonged.

He woke up with a crick in his neck, but nothing but warmth and love in his heart. Eddie was still fast asleep, his arm draped across Richie’s shoulder as his head had moved onto Eddie’s chest. He wanted to remain in that position forever, but his neck was really starting to hurt, so he slowly removed himself from Eddie’s embrace and stood up.

One glance at the clock told him that it was just after eleven and his stomach began to growl as it insisted it be fed. He made his way to the kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee before looking through the cupboards for something to eat. They really needed to go shopping at the weekend.

Just as Richie was looking through one of the cupboards, a pair of arms wound around his waist from behind. He smiled and turned around to face a still half asleep Eddie Kasbrak. His hair sticking up in all directions. “Morning,” he mumbled into Richie’s chest.

“Morning,” Richie breathed back, kissing Eddie’s hair softly. “Coffee?”

At the mention of caffeine, Eddie pulled back and made grabby hands at Richie, who simply laughed and poured him a cup, sliding it into his hands. “There you go you demon.”

“Shut up, you know I need coffee to function in the morning,” Eddie grumbled, taking a long sip, followed by a contented sigh. Eventually, after a few minutes, he opened his eyes and met Richie’s. “How are you?”

Richie shrugged a little and reached for Eddie’s hand, squeezing it tight, “I’m good, Eds. I promise. Just a bad dream right?”

Eddie nodded, squeezing back, “That’s all they are Rich, bad dreams. That fucker is dead. We killed it and it can never hurt us ever again.” He sat his coffee to the side and leaned up on his toes, capturing Richie’s lips in a kiss. “I love you.”

His heart fluttered at the words and he rested their foreheads together. Once upon a time, Richie could only dream of hearing Eddie say those words, and now here he was, saying them half naked in the kitchen. Their kitchen. “I love you too, so much.”

“Sap,” Eddie laughed, stepping back to finish his coffee. “I called in sick, and I called you in sick too. So our day is completely free, just for us.”

Just like Eddie promised, they spent the whole day snuggled up on the couch, watching movies and feeding each other the last bits of food they found in their fridge. They would go grocery shopping in the morning.

As the day drew to a close, Richie was laying back on the couch and Eddie was on the other side, his feet in his lap. He had a fond look on his face and Richie was getting more and more curious as to what his boyfriend was thinking about. “Eds?”

“Mhm?” Eddie looked up, having been broken out of his thoughts. “You okay?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Richie answered, sitting up a bit. “You were lost in thought there. Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie laughed and looked right into Richie’s eyes, the smile still on his lips. “I was just thinking…we should get married.”

Richie’s jaw almost dropped to the floor and he felt his stomach flip, “W-What?”

“I mean,” Eddie continued. “We’ve been in love with each other since we were kids. We are basically married already! My divorce has been final for a year now and well…I love you. I don’t want to waste any more time than we have already. I mean…twenty seven years is a long time, right?” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sure it was going to happen eventually so…why not now?”

“Fuck- Eds,” Richie breathed. “Are you serious? You want…you want to get married? For real?”

Eddie nodded his head and moved closer, lacing their fingers together. “I do. I want to get married, I want to adopt a dog with you, maybe eventually kids. I want to get a house and decorate it with you. I want to help you with your nightmares all the time and…and I want to help you with your career. I want to be there, right by your side for the rest of our lives.” He smiled at Richie, soft and loving. “So? Will you marry me?”

As if Eddie ever needed to ask, Richie nodded his head, “Of course I will, Eds,” he breathed, pressing their foreheads together. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side.

Richie smirked, but then softened it to a smile. “You gotta become Eddie Tozier.”

A pause. Eddie smiled back. “I think that can be arranged.”

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[theyearoftheking]

Book Twenty-Six: The Drawing of the Three

“Here is another one ready to die for you, Roland. What great wrong did you ever do that you should inspire such terrible loyalty in so many?”

I’m annoyed. I had almost this entire blog written and thanks to the magic of the interwebz, it never saved as a draft, and is now gone forever. I’m trying to keep my rage to a manageable level, I have a conference call in about an hour, and rage would not be appreciated. 

So, let’s try this again. 

Yes, I totally just saved this as a draft once again. I’m going to be compulsively doing that for the next hour. My apologies, you’ll be getting a far less robust post than I initially intended. Blame Tumblr. 

I loved opening The Drawing of the Three and reading it for the hundredth time. I can’t explain the comfort that comes with Roland waking up on the beach to the lobstrosities, or looking at the bizarre artwork that doesn’t match up with my mental images of the story. Or reading about Eddie and Susannah/Detta/Odetta and their fantastic backstories. This is one of my favorite books in the Dark Tower universe and re-reading it is never a disappointment.

However, I fear I’ve been doing something all wrong up until this point. I have been keeping track of Dark Tower mentions in other books, but I wasn’t prepared for the number of other Steve books mentioned within this one. So far we’ve got:

The Shining: Eddie talks repeatedly about the movie, and even speaks very highly of Stanley Kubrick, so that was fun. 

The Stand/The Eyes of the Dragon: towards the end of the novel, Roland mentions our crafty friend Flagg. 

Misery: Jack Mort, the “pusher” refers to himself as a “Do-Bee;” a reference that would have made no sense to me had I not just finished reading Misery. 

This is me, trying to tie all the threads together...

One glaring thing I never picked up on until this re-read: this book should have been called The Drawing of the Two. Yes, Roland walks through three doors, but only ends up with two members of his ka-tet. He basically just uses Jack Mort as a way to stock back up on ammo and medicine. Wow... Roland isn’t that different from social distancing hoarders right now. But I digress. We don’t get the final member of our ka-tet until the next book.

Ka. 

For those not familiar with the term, Roland defines it as, “...it means duty, or destiny, or in the vulgate, a place you must go...I don’t discuss philosophy. I don’t study history. All I know is what’s past is past, and what’s ahead is ahead. The second is ka, and takes care of itself.” 

The Drawing of the Three opens with Roland washed up on a beach, having his extremities munched on by lobstosities. He ends up losing a toe, and two fingers; which is bad business for a gunslinger. He fights off the lobstrosities, and passes out further up the beach and out of the reach of their little claws. 

Roland eventually starts his sojourn down the beach where he encounters the first of three doors. This one is labeled, “The Prisoner”. The prisoner in question is Eddie Dean, a heroin junkie currently flying back to New York from Nassau, with cocaine taped to his body. Smart, right? Roland basically jumps into Eddie’s body and helps him evade customs officers by transporting the drugs back through the door and into his world. There’s an ensuing gunfight with the Italian mafioso who hired Eddie to smuggle the drugs, and Roland helps him survive. 

There’s also a lot of back story about Eddie’s brother, Henry Dean: eminent sage and junkie; who was responsible for getting Eddie hooked on drugs in the first place; and the guilt Eddie feels for Henry’s death. Eddie is a complex, well-drawn character that you equally sympathize with, and want to kill. 

Roland and Eddie are a hot mess: Eddie is going through heroin withdrawals, and Roland is fighting off an infection from the lobstrosities bites. But they keep pushing on, and make their way to the second door: “The Lady of Shadows”. The “lady” is Detta, or Odetta Holmes, depending on which personality has come out to play. Odetta Holmes is the wealthy heir to a dental fortune, and she spends her days doing the things classy ladies do: shopping, lunching, civil rights protesting, and being driven around town, because a she’s missing her legs from the knees down (the result of being pushed in front of a subway train). Odetta is pretty, kind, and well spoken. Detta on the other hand, is a demon from hell. Neither woman knows of the other, and when Detta is inhabiting her body, Odetta think she’s just had a bad headache and has passed out for a bit.

As someone who suffers from migraines, I seriously hope I don’t have an evil twin who takes over when I’m passed out. My drunk alter ego, Rosie, is already too much for me to have to deal with. 

But Roland and Eddie have their hands full with Odetta/Detta; and Detta keeps trying to kill them every chance she gets. It’s both terrifying and entertaining. Eddie is over the worst of his withdrawals, but Roland is seriously knocking on death’s door by the time they find the third door: “The Pusher”. 

The Pusher is Jack Mort, who is responsible for pushing Odetta in front of a subway train, and in a coincidental turn of events; dropped a brick on her head when she was a small girl, which could have caused the Odetta/Detta personalities. And, remember Jake from the The Gunslinger? Mort was maybe the one who pushed Jake in front of a taxi and killed him. But unlike Eddie and Odetta/Detta, Roland doesn’t bring Jack back with him. Instead, he just inhabits his body to get antibiotics and ammo. As you do. 

Roland forces Jack to jump in front of the same subway train that maimed Odetta/Detta; which kills him, but also causes a battle royale between the two personalities and ultimately creates Susannah Dean: a combination of her two previous personalities. 

Got all that? 

So, Roland recovers from his infection, Eddie and Susannah fall in love, and Roland admits he’s probably going to end up sacrificing them both on his journey for the tower. 

The end. 

I’m pretty sure my first review was more eloquent, but you get the idea. It’s a fantastic story full of deep character development, and it leaves you wondering what’s going to happen in the next installment. Well, if we were reading these in real time, we’d only have four years to wait for the next book. But, we only have six more books to read before we get back to Jake, Blane, and the Wastelands. Bring it!!! 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 16

Total Dark Tower References: 21

Book Grade: A-

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

Next up is The Tommyknockers, which I know absolutely nothing about. But the first few pages involve a beagle, soooo... there’s that. 

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights, Rebecca

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soulmates + matching marks

Eddie remembered watching it happen with Bill. He held both of his friend’s hands tight in his own as Ben pushed a leather belt between his teeth so that his screams would be muffled. Bill knew it was coming as soon as the itch formed on his wrist. That’s how it started. Seeing the agony in his eyes and hearing the guttural shout rise in his throat made Eddie wonder if the pain of a mark searing into your skin was really worth it.

Then he saw the look in Bill’s eyes a week and a half later when a boy with curly hair and sharp, intimidatingly beautiful features rolled his sleeves up two rows down in the lecture hall of their World History class. Utter adoration and hope filled Bill’s gaze as he caught sight of the bird identical to the one on his own wrist.

The boy’s name was Stanley Uris and he slipped his hand into Bill’s when he breathlessly caught up with him in the quad after class, weaving their fingers together and never letting go. Eddie still wasn’t sure that it was worth it. Maybe that was just his fear speaking.

It was his turn. The time creeped closer and closer as he sat on the edge of his bed, fidgeting nervously and trying not to think about it. Bill was ready with the belt this time, giving Eddie a reassuring look from where he sat on his own bed with Stan at his side. It started with a tingle, just over his ribs that turned to an itch as Eddie’s breathing picked up.

Ben squeezed his shoulder reassuringly but it did nothing to help. Eddie’s hands began to shake uncontrollably as he tried to fight through the tight feeling in his chest to suck air into his lungs. He heard Bill distantly telling him to breathe as dark spots clouded his vision. Eddie thought he might black out completely, wondering if it was better to be unconscious when it happened.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” he heard himself wheeze out.

“It will be over soon,” Stan’s calm, collected voice reached his ears.

Eddie shook his head, the world tilting a little as he slumped to the side, his mind swimming.

“He needs to bite down on this,” Bill said, sounding stressed.

“Open your mouth, Eddie,” Ben said gently.

Eddie didn’t even register what he said. The itch became more persistent and he wanted nothing more than to scratch until it stopped.

“He may be having a panic attack,” Stan said.

“What’s your n-name?” Bill asked.

“Eddie,” he gasped out.

“Full name?” Ben said.

Eddie wanted to tell them all to shut up and leave him alone. He wanted it to be over. He didn’t want to have a soulmate.

No one will love you like I do, Eddie Bear.

You need to stay with me. I’ll keep you safe.

You’ll never survive out in the world.

“Shut up,” he whimpered to the voice in his head that sounded so horribly like his mother.

“What’s your full name, Eddie?” Stan said patiently.

He sucked in a slow breath, letting it out shakily before speaking as the itch turned to a dull throbbing pain.

“Edward…” he choked out as hands slid into his and allowed him to grip as tightly as he wanted. “Edward Christopher Kas-Kaspbrak.”

“Good,” Ben said, squeezing Eddie’s hands lightly in return.

“Open your mouth,” Bill told him quietly.

He groaned as invisible flames started to lick at his skin from the inside out. Eddie finally managed to pry his jaw open and felt the tough leather slide between his teeth.

“Bite hard,” Stan told him.

“Don’t hold back,” Bill advised, squeezing Eddie’s shoulder. “It only makes it worse.”

A scream rose in his throat as the pain grew more and more searing. Tears slipped from beneath his closed eyelids as he writhed and cried, trying to get away from it. Whatever drowsy darkness took over him before disappeared, replaced with nothing but scorching agony. Then it began fading, ebbing away slowly until Eddie slumped and let the belt fall from his mouth, breathing deeply and releasing Ben’s hands to shakily wipe at his wet cheeks.

“It’s over,” Bill whispered soothingly in his ear, rubbing at his back.

Eddie felt Stan pat his knee and nodded slowly when Ben asked if he was okay. Then he pulled the hem of his shirt up, peering down at his ribs where the lightest outline of a sun was surrounded by angry red skin. It wasn’t Eddie’s gasp that filled the room but rather Stan’s as he stared at the mark with wide eyes.

“You’ve seen it before,” Ben said as they all looked up at him.

He nodded slowly, his eyes fixing on Eddie.

“Do you want me to…”

“Yes,” Eddie said without thinking.

He didn’t know why. Something made him agree. Something deep in his chest that he didn’t understand. Stan was pulling his phone out a moment later, retreating to the other side of the dorm room to talk in low tones. Eddie only caught hints of the one side of the conversation he could hear as his heart raced.

“Found…yes…I’m sure…don’t run…he’s not going anywhere…yeah…goddammit Richie…Manford Hall…”

Stan turned back towards them when he hung up, nodding once. Eddie didn’t know what to do right now. He accepted a bottle of water that Ben pressed into his hands and breathed out a soft “yes” when Bill asked if he was sure about this. It didn’t take long for a loud knock to come on the door and Stan groaned, crossing the room to answer it.

“Fucking idiot ran,” he muttered under his breath, opening the door.

A tall boy with messy curls, long limbs, and a desperate look staggered into the room with his chest rising and falling quickly. His dark eyes scanned each and every one of them, falling on Eddie last. Before he could even try to stand up, Richie was across the room and dropping on the bed next to him, gathering him into his lap and pressing his face into Eddie’s hair.

Suddenly Eddie knew exactly why it was worth it. The lingering pain faded completely as he wound his arms around the shoulders of his soulmate, breathing in his presence and letting himself relax into his embrace. Soft lips brushed a kiss over his temple and Eddie felt like crying again out of sheer relief that his mother was wrong. He was wrong.

This moment - this feeling - was everything.

“Hey sunshine,” Richie breathed out and Eddie couldn’t help but smile as a warm, complete feeling rose in his chest. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Eddie lifted his head, looking into the eyes of his other half.

“You found me,” he said quietly.

And they never let go.

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“I was trying to propose!” + reddie please? :’)

I found this in my inbox and got the perfect idea to go with it! 

read on AO3

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Eddie Kaspbrak was sick. No, not the kind of sick where he could easily take a few pills and get on with his day, oh no, this time he was really sick. From the moment he woke up that morning, Eddie knew something was wrong, and yet he still went about the day as though nothing was wrong.

He was heavily regretting that decision as he boarded the subway home, sweat trickling down his pale face and an excruciating pain in his right side. A few people gave him an odd look as he made his way to an empty seat, and some even pulled their kids away from him as though they would contract some deadly disease from him.

There was no way he looked that bad was there?

Carefully, Eddie slipped his earpods in, picking some soft music to listen to until he reached his stop. As he shifted however, the pain in his side seemed to intensify and he let out a choked gasp, reaching for it. The action earned him a few more stares but he ignored them, too focused on the fact that he felt as though he was going to die with how bad his side hurt.

Luckily, the subway was approaching his stop, and he forced himself up off the seat and he stumbled towards the door. The people waiting to disembark the train at the same stop let him off first, and Eddie slowly made his way to the exit. Thankfully, he thought, his apartment was only a few minutes away from the station and Eddie couldn’t wait to curl up in bed with a hot water bottle and hope it all passed.

Eddie reached the apartment, weaker than he had been all day, tears of pain in his eyes and he tried the door. He frowned when he realised it was locked, which meant that Richie was still at the radio station, probably working late. Great, looks like he was going to have to make himself something to eat.

He never even made it to the kitchen, as he reached the couch, exhaustion took over him and he collapsed, his vision blacking out.

Eddie wasn’t even sure how long he was sleeping for, but when he woke up, the pain was almost too much to bare, and he felt as though he was going to be sick. He never registered the blanket around his body as he lurched from his position in a scramble to get to the bathroom, only to vomit all over the cream rug that was under the coffee table.

“Eds are you- holy shit!” He could hear Richie’s voice, followed by the bang of something being dropped before he was at his side. “Hey- hey woah, easy baby.” Richie’s voice was in his ear, but he felt like he was floating away. “Baby, what’s wrong, talk to me?”

He managed to open his eyes, almost sealed shut with sweat and sleep and he managed to croak out a single word, “H-Hurts.” He barely got the word out before he was sick again, coughing as Richie rubbed his back soothingly.

Richie jumped into action, grabbing his phone and calling 911. Through his pain induced haze, Eddie could make out Richie describing his visible symptoms to the operator on the other side. “Just- send an ambulance. He’s really sick and he needs immediate medical attention!” Another pause. “No- no I can’t ask him because every time he so much as moves, he’s sick everywhere!”

Eddie honestly thought he was going to die, completely in pain, in his boyfriend’s arms. He could barely even talk without bringing up more vomit, which was soon turning to bile at this point as there was nothing left in his stomach. He faintly could hear the ambulance pull up outside and soon enough, multiple people were surrounding him and strapping an oxygen mask around his head.

That was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

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For some reason, Eddie thought that when he regained consciousness, he would no longer be in pain, but unfortunately that was not the case. He was laying down on a bed, hooked up to an IV line and nurses were bustling around them.

“Eds, fuck, hey,” Eddie’s attention drifted to Richie, who looked as though he’d been to hell and back. “Hey, easy…you’re going to be fine.”

“What- what’s wrong with me?” He asked, his voice raw with how many times he had thrown up. He relaxed a little as Richie ran his fingers through his hair. “Why am I in so much pain?”

Richie brought his hand to his lips, kissing the skin of his knuckles. “It’s your appendix,” he explained and Eddie almost let out a breath of relief, but Richie continued. “You’re booked in to surgery, they need to get them out as fast as possible…before they burst.”

Surgery. Fuck. Eddie hates surgery. He had only ever been under the knife once before, when he was little and he broke his arm, and he hated it. “Richie-”

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be right here okay? Right here. I’m going to leave you. I promise,” Richie’s voice was soft and it was clear he had been crying. The doctor came in just a few seconds later, clipboard in hand.

“Eddie, your awake. That’s good. We’re about to take you in for surgery now.” The doctor smiled and quickly ran through a few questions he had. “Shouldn’t take longer than a few hours, and we’ll keep you in for a few days to make sure you’re recovering.”

Eddie nodded his head, knowing that he had no other choice but to go along with whatever the doctor was doing with him. As the nurses came in to wheel him into the surgery room, he gave Richie one last kiss, keeping his gaze until they were separated by the swinging doors.

The surgeon talked through everything he was doing as the anesthetist prepared the injection. Eddie felt a sharp prick in his hand and the doctor looked down over him, “Count back from ten, and you’ll be out, okay?”

“Ten…nine…eigh-”

Blackness.

* * * * *

This time, when Eddie opened his eyes, the intense pain was gone, and replaced with a little discomfort. By the look of the room, he was in recovery and the operation was over. Thank fuck. He felt a little giddy, thanks to the anesthetic. He really wanted to see Richie. To kiss Richie. God he loved Richie so much.

“We’re going to take you to the ward now Eddie, okay?” The nurse smiled down at him and he nodded his head, giggling.

The nurse wheeled him out of recovery and up to the ward where he would be staying for the next few days whilst he recovered properly. Richie was there waiting for him, and Eddie let out a squeal the second he laid his eyes on him. “Richie! Baby! You’re here!”

A few of the nurses on the ward laughed at how happy he sounded and Richie walked over to them, taking his hand as he was wheeled into his room, “Of course I’m here. I wasn’t going to leave you.”

“Were you worried about me?” Eddie asked, biting his lip, staring at Richie as though he hung the moon. “I almost died.”

Richie blinked, shaking his head, “You did not almost die, but you certainly did scare the living daylights out of me.” He ran his hand through Richie’s hair, kissing his head softly. “But you’re okay, and I’ll be here to take care of you, okay?”

Eddie hummed and settled back into the bed, grinning up at Richie. He couldn’t help it, he was just so in love with him. “Richie-” he started, his words coming out like word vomit. “You wanna know a secret, Richie?” He asked and Richie nodded his head, leaning in closer. “I really don’t like my last name.”

“What?” Richie blinked, tilting his head to the side. “You- why? I love your last name.”

Eddie shook his head again, “Nah, I wanna change it,” he mumbled. “Don’t you wanna know what I wanna change it to?”

Richie chuckled and nodded his head, “Okay, humour me Eddie Spaghetti. What do you wanna change your name to?”

“Tozier.”

Richie blinked, tilting his head to the side, “Eds- what?” he laughed, shaking his head. “You’re doped up baby, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“What-?’ Eddie shook his head. “No- no I do know what I’m saying,” he whispered. “I’m trying to propose to you!”

With another blink, Richie smiled softly, his eyes filling with tears, “If I say yes, will you lay down and rest for me?” He asked. Eddie paused for a moment before nodding his head, realising he was really really tired. “Then yes, I’ll marry you, Eds, but I fully expect a real proposal when you’re feeling up to par. Okay?”

Eddie just grinned, nodding his head. “You got yourself a deal.”

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Can you do 7 and 15 for reddie for the dialogue prompts please?

Prompt taken from this list that I created!

7. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

15. Receptionist/CEO AU

AO3

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“Good Morning, Mr Tozier,” Eddie smiled cheekily from his position at the desk outside Richie’s office. “Your coffee and cookies are waiting for you inside.”

Richie winked at Eddie as he walked past the desk, sliding a piece of paper over to him that was in every way obvious. To both of the men however, they were being as sneaky as they could be. The were completely unaware that the whole office, including the board members, knew of their not so secret relationship.

“You’re too kind to me, Eds. Don’t forget our morning catch up in ten minutes!” Richie grinned before he opened his office door and disappeared inside. Once Richie was gone and there were no lingering eyes, Eddie opened the piece of paper.

Your ass looks amazing in those pants, baby ;)

Eddie’s cheeks flushed a dark red and he swallowed, sliding the paper into his bag as he tucked some of his hair behind his ear. A nervous tick of his. He checked the clock, seeing that it read 11:00, and he stood up to clear his throat. “I have my morning meeting with Mr Tozier. I’ll be gone for about an hour. Suzie would you hold the phones for me?”

Suzie, the other receptionist, just grinned at Eddie and held her thumbs up. If Eddie wasn’t so focused on getting behind the other side of Richie’s door, he would have caught the knowing glance in her eyes, and the teasing smile on her lips. His mind was though, in fact, elsewhere and he just uttered out a thank you before heading to the door, knocking three times and slipping inside.

The moment the door closed, Richie was pushing him up against it, sealing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Eddie breathed out, his arms winding around Richie’s neck and fingers sliding into his hair. Richie grinned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s waist and moving down to cup his ass. “D’you get my note?” He mumbled against Eddie’s lips, biting down a little.

“Y-Yes,” Eddie breathed out, tugging a little on Richie’s curls to get him the reaction he so desperately wanted. Richie loved it when Eddie pulled his hair, something he discovered after only their first night together.

“You know I love you in those pants,” Richie growled and Eddie felt his hands dip under the waistband just teasingly. He knew that Richie wouldn’t go too far, they had made a rule at the beginning to never have sex in the office, even though sometimes they were both very close to breaking it. “Did you wear them just to get a rise out of me?”

Eddie pulled back, their noses just brushing ever so slightly. “Maybe,” he grinned cheekily and Richie groaned, moving his hands to the back of Eddie’s thighs and hiking them up so he could wrap them around his waist. Eddie did so without hesitation, clinging onto Richie’s back as they walked over to the desk and he was sat down on top of it.

“You drive me absolutely crazy,” Richie breathed, his lips making a trail down Eddie’s jaw and to his neck before venturing even further under his shirt where all the other love marks were hidden from view. “From the very first moment I saw you, you drove me crazy.”

They had met in the elevator of the companies Head Office. Eddie had just come out of an interview with the board members for the position of Richie’s receptionist, and Richie was heading out of a meeting about a plan for a new radio show on his station. Richie had been on the elevator first, and Eddie had gotten on three floors later. They were the only two there and from the second the door closed, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife.

Then, about four floors from the lobby, there was a power cut, causing the two of them to be stuck in the elevator together for close to three and a half hours. If Eddie had left the elevator with a few new hickeys and a number in his back pocket then no-one needed to know but him.

When Richie had found out Eddie was his new receptionist, it opened up a whole new list of ideas. They would make out in the kitchen when no-one was around, pass each-other notes during board meetings and most recently, have a morning ‘catch up’ meeting twice a week.

It wasn’t like they didn’t want to come out about their relationship, they just really enjoyed the thrill of keeping it a secret, even if it technically wasn’t anymore. Not like they knew that.

As Richie left another love bite on his collarbone, Eddie tugged on his hair to bring their lips back together, tongue pushing past Richie’s lips as it explored his mouth eagerly. They made out like that for what felt like forever, simply enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips and hands on skin.

Eddie opened his eyes, and just happened to glance to the door, his eyes widening at the sight. In a moment of shock and adrenaline, he shoved Richie backwards, causing them both to lose their balance. Richie toppled to the floor and Eddie fell backwards off of the desk and onto Richie’s plush leather seat. His cheeks were bright red as his eyes caught the figure who was indeed, standing in the doorway.

It was a woman, and on further inspection, Eddie realised it was Richie’s mother. She was smirking at the two of them and Richie turned around, gaining his composure as he started at his mother in shock. “M-mom!” He squeaked, clearing his throat. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough, sweetheart,” Maggie answered and Eddie felt his cheeks heat up even more. Richie’s mother had caught them making out on Richie’s desk. She had caught him with his legs wrapped around her sons hips as he moaned into his mouth. All Eddie wanted was for the ground to swallow him whole.

Richie tried to gain some composure and control over the situation, even though Eddie could tell with a single glance that he was freaking out just as much as Eddie was. “What- What are you doing here mom? You- you could have called, or- or knocked!”

Maggie just held up a brown paper bag, “I had some leftovers and I thought I’d bring you lunch, since I know you have terrible eating habits.” She pursed her lips. “Hello Eddie, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

Eddie’s eyes widened and he lifted a hand to wave at the woman, “Hello.”

“Well, since you boys are very clearly not busy with anything work related, take a moment to compose yourselves and meet me in the lobby.” Maggie smiled, her invite clearly not one that they could object to. Richie sent her a questioning look and she just laughed. “Richard, don’t you think it was time I got to know your boyfriend? You’ve been dating for four months now and practically live together. Five minutes.”

With that, Maggie left the room, leaving Eddie and Richie alone once again, their cheeks bright red. Their secret was out and according to Maggie, it had been since the day it began. Eddie suddenly let out a laugh and stood up, crossing the room to where Richie was standing, also starting to laugh. He held out his hand for him to take.

“Shall we?” Eddie asked, biting his lip and Richie laced their fingers together, nodding his head as they walked to the door.

“We shall.”

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@richietoaster @tozier-boy @eds-kas @eds-trashmouth @strange-reddie-loser @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @tinyarmedtrex @liliemm @inthebreadbinwrites @lo-v-ers @studpuffin @aizeninlefox @reddie-for-anything @richietoizer @girasol-eddie @bi-bi-richie @honeybeehanlon @hawkinsbabe @mrs-vh

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“Looks like you’re having some trouble there, can I help?” + Best friend- Lovers AU for reddie???

Prompt taken from this list that I created!

12. “Looks like you’re having some trouble there, can I help?”

8. Best friend- Lovers AU for reddie???

AO3

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“Fuck fuck fuck!” Eddie groaned and slammed the hood of his car down harshly, wincing at his resounding bang. He was so sure that he had managed to fix the car up, but of course it had to break down when he was only a few miles away from home. Next time he’d be taking it to a damn garage.

The sky above him grumbled and Eddie swore once more as a few drops of rain landed on his shoulder. Quickly he made a beeline for the passenger side and slipped in before the heavens opened the rain began hammering off of the car as well as the ground around him.

“Today really is my lucky day isn’t it?” He hissed to himself, leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, at least not until the rain stopped so he made himself comfortable and ran over the days events in his head once more.

He had traveled a few towns over from Derry for a job interview at a magazine. The interview had gone rather well, at least Eddie had thought so, until the interviewers had brought up a phone call they had received from his mother prior to the interview. Apparently, she had told them Eddie wasn’t suitable for the job as the hour would intercede with him helping her as he, according to her, was her full time carer.

That statement alone was the last straw, and Eddie decided as he stormed out of the building and back to his car, that he was going to move out of the house, and probably Derry as soon as he could. In all honesty, he would have been gone years ago if it wasn’t for one soul reason. Or person for that matter. His best friend, Richie.

Richie, the one person who had been by his side since they were little kids. Richie, the smartest, bravest, most amazing person Eddie knew. Richie, the person Eddie was completely and hopelessly in love with but too scared to make a move.

He wasn’t entirely sure when his feelings for Richie changed from best friend to…oh my god I want to kiss you on your stupid mouth, but at some point that’s what happened. One minute Eddie was telling Richie to shut up after another failed impersonation, and the next he was giving Richie heart eyes whenever he walked into the room. According to his friends, it was a little sickening.

There had been a few times that the words were on the tip of Eddie’s tongue, but he had always pushed them away, too scared that Richie wouldn’t feel the same way, even if Stan was insistent that he did.

As senior year flew passed, everyone went off to college, all accept Eddie and Richie. Richie had been accepted into a one year apprenticeship at the radio station a few towns over and Eddie decided to apply for a one year course in literature at Derry Community College. He didn’t want to leave Richie alone in that hellhole, and when Richie asked him why he didn’t run away, Eddie had come up with some bullshit excuse about not being ready.

Yes, Richie was the sole reason he was still living at home, in Derry, with his mother. However, in two days, Richie’s apprenticeship would be up, and Eddie was more than ready to take him by the hand and drag him away, whether that be as best friends or…more was to be decided.

Letting out another groan, Eddie pulled out his phone and dialled Richie’s number, knowing that he was the only person who would be insane enough to come out in this weather and rescue him. The phone only rang twice before Richie’s voice filled the speakers, “Well if it’s isn’t the light of my life. How’d the interview go, Eds” He asked and Eddie could just tell he was laying back in bed, all relaxed.

“Shit,” Eddie sighed, the bitter feeling returning. “My mother called them, told them not to give me the job as I am her full time carer. Full time carer my ass.”

Richie inhaled sharply and then exhaled, “Eds…I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie shook his head, even though he knew Richie couldn’t see him and he closed his eyes once more. “I’m actually glad, because if I had gotten the job then I’d be stuck here. I don’t want to be stuck here Richie.”

There was silence on the other end of the line, until, “Me neither,” Richie whispered. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Eddie laughed and he bit his lip, “You read my mind.” He paused. “Actually, there’s a reason I called. My car broke down just outside of Derry and I’m sitting in a layby. Would you-”

He was cut off by the sound of what was clearly Richie jumping off of his bed. “Don’t you worry Eddie Spaghetti! Help is on the way!”

A giggle escaped Eddie’s lips as Richie hung up the phone, and of course, no less than ten minutes later a familiar red truck was pulling into the driveway in front of him. The rain had somewhat ceased, only a few drips here and there, but Eddie knew it was only a matter of time before it started up again.

Richie got out of his car and sauntered over to the passenger side window, a grin on his face and Eddie knew that there was an impression coming. Deciding to play along, Eddie rolled down the window just as Richie reached him, grinning as he placed his hands on the door. “Looks like you’re having some trouble there, need some help?”

“Well if you’re offering,” Eddie laughed and rolled up the window, slipping out of the passenger side and locking the door. “I had a look, but I can’t seem to find out what’s wrong with it. I’ll just call a mechanic in the morning.”

With a nod, Richie looked inside the car, as though checking that Eddie had collected everything since they were going to leave the car there until morning. “I’m sorry about the job, Eds.”

“It’s really okay, Richie.” Eddie smiled, lacing their fingers together. It was something they had done for years and no-one ever questioned it, not even themselves. “I meant what I said on the phone. I need to get the hell out of here. I can’t take it anymore.”

Richie frowned at that, tilting his head to the side. “Eds…if you’re so ready to leave, why haven’t you already?” He asked. “And don’t give me the whole ‘I wasn’t ready’ crap because it’s clear you are more than ready to flee the nest.”

A flush took over Eddie’s cheeks and he realised that his cover was blown. Not able to come up with a valid excuse, he sighed and looked at Richie with a serious expression on his face. “Did you really believe that’s why I stayed?”

Silence.

Eddie took a step closer to Richie and squeezed their joint hands a little tighter. “Of course I was ready to leave but…but I didn’t want to. I couldn’t.”

“W-why?” Richie stammered and Eddie gave him a pointed look. He bit down on his lip and stared right into Richie’s eyes, pouring his heart out without the use of words.

“Richie…” Eddie whispered eventually and he watched as realisation settled in and Richie’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“Oh…oh Eds…” He breathed and for a moment, Eddie thought that Richie was going to turn him down. Except he didn’t. Richie stepped closer, closing the distance and taking Eddie’s face into his hands, caressing his cheeks. “You- you stayed here for me?”

A laugh, soft and disbelieving left Eddie’s lips and he nodded his head, leaning up on his toes and pressing their foreheads together. “Of course I stayed here for you, Richie. I- I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for years.” As the words left his lips, Eddie felt a heavy drop of rain land on his face as well as the rumble of thunder above him. However, he ignored it, too lost in Richie’s eyes to care.

Their lips were now mere inches from one another, one more move and they would be kissing. One little jolt forward and Eddie would be feeling Richie’s lips on his, lips that he has dreamt about for years. He didn’t want to wait any longer, so he took that final leap, pushing up on his toes and sealing his lips with Richie’s in a first, long awaited, kiss.

Richie didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, moving his hands down to wrap around Eddie’s waist, tugging him closer as the heavens opened once more and the rain came crashing down, soaking them through to the bone. Even though he was now soaking wet, it still wasn’t enough to force Eddie to part from Richie. It actually was Richie that pulled away, laughing loudly over the sound of the rain.

“I love you too, Eds,” He yelled and Eddie grinned back at him, happiness filling him to his very core. “But if we don’t get inside we’ll catch pneumonia.”

Eddie wanted to say he didn’t care, but he actually did and nodded his head, running with Richie back to his truck and climbing inside. They were both still grinning like idiots, happy that they had finally taken that next step with each other after so long. “I love you,” Eddie whispered, biting his lip.

“I love you, Eds.” Richie whispered back, his glasses steaming up with the change in temperature. “Let’s get home and have a shower before we do catch the cold.”

And that’s what they did…but they still caught the cold anyway.

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