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softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years ago

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Did Eddie kill his mum!? If he did, good for him. Also I need a part 2 to the snow prompt I beg of u 🥺

you asked and I delivered. This is part two to this, and set from Eddie’s point of view.

trigger warning: mentions of conversion therapy

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Eddie was quiet on the ride to the station, his eyes glancing out the window at the houses and trees covered in snow. Tears built up in his eyes, but he refused to break down, there was no way he was breaking down in front of the officers. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was a repeat of the events that had taken place that night, all leading up to the look of horror on Richie’s face as he was dragged away.

He wondered how long he’d get in prison for what happened. Ten years? Twenty? LIfe? His mother was dead now, all because of him, all because he couldn’t do as he was told. Eddie’s eyes moved from the window to his arms, which were slowly beginning to bruise, the scratches turning a harsh red colour.

The car suddenly came to a stop, and the officers stepped out, opening the door to pull Eddie out by his cuffed hands. They lead him into the station and through a set of double doors into a pale grey room with a single table and two chairs. It didn’t take a genius to know that this was an interrogation room, and that he was about to be questioned on what happened in the house, less than an hour ago.

“Take a seat, Mr Kasbrak. Someone will be with you shortly.” One of the officers stated as he sat Eddie down in the chair, like he wasn’t capable of doing it himself. Maybe he wasn’t. A thousand thoughts were swirling around in his head, and before the officer could leave the room, Eddie turned around to catch his attention.

“L-Lawyer…” Eddie croaked out, his eyes widening at the sound of his own voice. It hadn’t sounded like that earlier when he had spoken to Richie, but then again the adrenaline was starting to wear off and the pain was beginning to settle in. Carefully, Eddie lifted his hand to his throat, tears springing into his eyes at the pain. “I- I want a- a lawyer.”

The officer just nodded, leaving the room and slamming the door closed. The ringing echoed in Eddie’s ears and he moved his hands from his throat to cover them up, resting his head on the table in front of him. As he closed his eyes, he let his mind take him back to the beginning of the night, to before everything fell to shit.

“Oh come on Eds, are you sure you don’t want to come to the arcade with Bill and me? It’ll be fun! I’ll even let you win a few games.” Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie practically begged him down the line to hang out with them. Of course, Eddie wouldn’t usually pass up on a chance to get out of the house and spend time with his boyfriend, but his mother had been…acting stranger that day and he didn’t think sneaking out of his window would work that night.

“I can’t,” Eddie sighed eventually. “I have…stuff I need to do.” The lie was pathetic, and Eddie knew Richie would know he was making excuses, he just hoped for once that Richie would let it go. He’d see him the next day anyway, as they had all planned to hang out at the clubhouse. “I’ll see you tomorrow though. I promise.”

He could hear the hesitation in Richie’s sigh, but he eventually caved and they said their goodbyes. A few moments later, his mother called him from downstairs. The tone of her voice was harsh, and Eddie felt a sick feeling rise in his stomach, yet he followed her orders and went down the stairs.

The rest of the evening passed by tensely, with Eddie sitting on the couch and his mother sitting on her armchair, staring aimlessly at the screen. Once her show was done, she flicked off the TV and turned so she was facing Eddie, only making his anxiety grow. “Eddie-bear. When were you going to tell me about you and that dirty boy? When were you going to confess that you are defying god and doing ungodly things with that boy?”

Eddie froze up and he looked at his mother with a shocked expression. There was no way she could have known, he was being so careful! Even after she had installed the camera in the hallway, which Eddie knew was to make sure he wasn’t sneaking out at night, he was still careful. “Ma-”

“You are not to see him again, and first thing tomorrow I am taking you to a confessional and we’re going to get you cured.” His mother spoke with no emotion in her voice and Eddie’s heart dropped, tears springing into his eyes. “Don’t start crying, Edward. You did this to yourself.” Within a few seconds, his mother was off the chair and looming over him, wrapping her chubby hand around his wrist, squeezing tight. “No son of mine is going to be the local faggot.”

“Ma- ma you’re hurting me,” Eddie whimpered, tugging his hand to try and get out of her grip, but it only tightened, nails digging into his skin. “Ma, let me go!”

She stared down at him, nothing but hatred in her eyes and for the first time in years, Eddie felt genuine fear around her. ”You are a dirty boy Eddie, and you need to be punished. You need to see that it’s wrong.” She hissed, moving her other hand to attempt to restrain Eddie further. Before she could, Eddie jerked his hand away, removing her grip and he scrambled over the sofa and up the stairs,

He could hear his mother screaming, her feet thundering on the floorboards as she followed him and then banging on his door once he’d slammed and locked it. His heart was racing, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked down at his arm, scratched and bleeding. Fuck, his mother had gone insane and he needed to get out of there before she did something terrible.

Quickly, Eddie shoved as many necessary items into an overnight bag and pulled it over his shoulder. He’d go to Richie’s, he was always welcome there, and now that he was eighteen his mother couldn’t say it was kidnapping as he made his own choice. He pulled up his window and was just about to jump when the door opened and a hand was digging into his scalp, pulling him back from the window and towards the door.

“You really do not want to know what I’m capable of Edward,” his mother hissed as she dragged him from his room into the hallway and onto his feet. “Why did you have to go and be such a bad boy? Why couldn’t you have stayed as my precious Eddie-Bear and married a church girl just like I wanted? Why did you have to be dirty Eddie?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to get out of her grip, but she was strong in her anger. “I-I’m not your little boy anymore! I haven’t been for a while! I’m in love with Richie and there is nothing you can do to stop that! No conversion therapy is going to change the fact that I’m gay and you need to accept it!”

At his words, her eyes darkened just a little and Eddie thought that he had finally gotten through to her, that she would finally just accept it and let him go. What he didn’t expect was for her to move her hands to his throat and start to squeeze. “I didn’t want to have to do this Eddie. You were my little boy and I loved you, but I can’t have a fag for a son, I can’t have a dirty, sick boy living under my roof. I am sorry, but this is for your own good, this will cleanse your soul and maybe you’ll be allowed to enter heaven or you will go to hell and repent for your sins.”

It all happened so fast, Eddie’s vision was blacking out the harder that his mother squeezed at his throat, and he knew if he didn’t act then he would be dead in seconds. Hoping to distract her long enough just so he could escape and run for help, Eddie raised his leg and slammed his foot down on his mother’s. She gasped in pain, removing her hands from his throat and backing up towards the stairs. Their eyes met for a moment, a long halted moment before she lost her balance at the top of the staircase, body tumbling backwards as Eddie tried to lunge forward and catch her.

He was too late, her fingers skimming past his own as she fell down, body thumping against the steps and even cracking a few before her head slammed against the large pillar at the bottom of the stairs with a hard, resounding crack. Silence filled the room, barr Eddie’s intense breathing as he stared down at his motionless mother on the floor of their entrance hall. From where he was standing, he could see the blood pouring onto the laminate floor from her head.

Slowly, Eddie moved his trembling body backwards until it hit the wall, allowing the tears of horror to flow.

What the hell had he done?

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eddie-boii · 5 years ago

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Never Let You Go (part 7/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Here’s some Trashstack friendship for the soul.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Tomorrow was the big day. It still hadn’t quite registered with Richie, that tomorrow two of his best friends would be getting married. It seemed like Bev had only just asked him to be her man of honour and then he’d blinked and suddenly the Losers - plus Audra and Patty - were checking into the fancy-as-fuck hotel where the reception would be held, and Ben and Bev were assigned separate rooms until the wedding had taken place, and Stan was running around with a headset trying to make sure the caterers would arrive on time and the flower displays were the ones they ordered and a bunch of other crap Richie stayed the hell out of for the sake of his sanity. Weddings seemed stressful as fuck, and Richie decided then and there that if he was ever going to get married, it would be while drunk as fuck in Vegas with only the Losers present and probably a shitty Elvis impersonator ordaining the whole thing.

“Your rooms are already booked,” said Stan, taking a short break from yelling into his headset. “Just give your name at reception.” He waved them over to the desk and went back to arguing with someone about the colour of the tablecloths.

Richie waited for Patty to collect hers and Stan’s keys, which took a few minutes as she was happily chatting with the receptionist about what kind of birds could be found in the area, and Richie smiled to himself because Stan really deserved someone like her in his life.

“Sorry, love, I won’t keep you waiting,” Patty said, blushing slightly as she remembered there was a queue behind her. She shuffled out of the way and went to chat with Audra and Bev, who seemed thrilled to have other women to talk to, and Richie moved up to the desk and gave the receptionist a smile.

“Richie Tozier,” he said.

“Richard?” the receptionist asked and Richie nodded. “Yes, I have you booked in for room 3b with Mr Edward Kasbrak.”

Richie, in a moment of pure elegance, started choking on air, and Eddie, who had been standing right behind him, shoved his way up to the desk.

“Excuse me? Why are we not in separate rooms?” he hissed, face red.

The receptionist looked a little frightened which Richie couldn’t blame her for; anyone not used to Eddie’s frequent tirades had a right to be terrified of how intense he could be.

“Um… I’m sorry, sir, but it was requested when the rooms were booked…”

“Stanley,” Richie growled, because who else would refer to him as ‘Richard’ when booking a room. “Stanley!” he shouted this time, turning to glare at his friend who only pointed to his headset and mouthed ‘Can’t talk, I’m on the phone,’ even while grinning gleefully at him. Richie flipped him off then turned back to the receptionist, trying to relax his face into a polite smile. “Do you have any other rooms available?”

The receptionist turned to her computer and clacked away at her keyboard, but frowned and shook her head. “I’m sorry, sir, we’re all booked up.”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and it looked like it was taking all of his energy not to start screaming or at least run across the room and punch Stan in the face. “Are there at least two beds?” he said, voice hoarse.

“Just the one king-sized bed, I’m afraid,” the receptionist said. She looked terrified and Richie quickly put himself between her and Eddie to shield her from the waves of anger he was currently radiating.

“We’ll just take the key, thanks.”

The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief before passing over the keycards and Richie dragged Eddie away.

“Dude, it’s fine,” Richie said, trying to be reassuring even though internally he was screaming. “We used to share a bed whenever you slept over at my house, remember?”

“When we were kids,” hissed Eddie.

“It’s just for tonight,” said Richie. “Tomorrow night one of us can steal Ben or Bev’s room after they hitch up together.”

Eddie ran a hand down his face and groaned. “Okay, but we’re stealing all the complementary shit.”

“Of course.”

“And we’re murdering Stan.”

“I couldn’t do that to Patty,” Richie cried, putting a hand to his forehead dramatically.

“If we play our cards right, we can get her to help us,” said Eddie.

“You’re right,” said Richie, “but let’s wait until after the wedding.”

“Deal.”

They dropped their belongings off in their room and Richie stole both the pillow chocolates while Eddie inspected every inch of the room for germs or safety risks. Thankfully, the bed was big enough to fit every one of the Losers, and Richie doubted they’d even brush hands in the night. Then again, he seemed to remember that as kids, Eddie had always been a cuddly sleeper, always seeking out warmth, and Richie had woken up after many a sleepover with Eddie attached to him like a koala. He wondered if Eddie had changed at all.

They met back up with the Losers soon afterwards for dinner in the grand dining hall, and Richie was tempted to tell Bill and Mike that Stan was trying to meddle with their bet, but he was too caught up in devouring the delicious food. They stayed seated around the table long after the last morsels had been finished, chatting away as easily as they always had, and Richie was thrilled with a new audience of Audra and Patty to tell all his old jokes to and embarrass his friends with childhood stories. As it turned out, they had a few embarrassing tales of Bill and Stan of their own, and Richie listened raptly, silently adding the stories to his internal blackmail list.

Once the sky outside was freckled with starlight, they excused themselves to head to bed, wanting to get a good night’s sleep before the big day. Richie wasn’t tired just yet, so decided to explore the hotel, a mighty thing that was probably over a hundred years old, full of grand staircases and fancy paintings and probably a bunch of secret passageways. Richie wandered outside to the grounds, hands tucked deep in his pockets for warmth against the frigid air. The garden was a spectacle all on its own, with hedges neatly trimmed into animal sculptures and framed in moonlight, and an impeccably groomed lawn that stretched on for miles, the blades of grass shimmering gently in the breeze. And huge fountain stood at the centre, the water frozen over in midair and twinkling like diamonds under the starlight, and woodland bordered the lawn, pine trees towering over everything like silent guardians. He wondered how it would all look in the spring with flowers blooming in the flowerbeds and the fountain flowing freely, the water sparkling in the sunshine.

He made his way over to one of the benches that sat against the hotel wall facing the grounds and found it was already occupied.

“How you doing there, Haystack?” Richie greeted, taking a seat beside Ben who was fidgeting with a piece of paper in his hands. “Pre-wedding jitters?”

Ben gave him a shaky smile and nodded, folding up the piece of paper and slipping it into his jacket pocket. “Any minute now, I feel like I’m gonna wake up and realise this has all been a dream.”

“Long ass dream,” Richie commented. He leaned over and pinched Ben’s arm and grinned when he yelped. “Nope, you’re not dreaming!”

“Still hard to believe,” said Ben, rubbing his arm where Richie had pinched him. “If you went back in time and told thirteen-year-old Ben he’d be marrying Beverly Marsh, he would not have believed you.”

“If you went back in time and told little Ben he’d end up looking hotter than the Hemsworth brothers, he wouldn’t have believed you either, but here you are.”

“He wouldn’t know who the Hemsworth brothers were,” Ben laughed.

“Hotter than, uh...” Richie shrugged. “I dunno, who’s the hottest New Kids on the Block guy?”

“They’re all equally hot, I can’t choose,” Ben said, shaking his head solemnly.

“You’d go for an orgy, huh?”

Ben snorted and nudged Richie affectionately. “Shut up.”

Richie grinned and nudged him back. “Seriously, man, you’re gonna be fine. You and Bev are meant to be, trust me.”

“It’s still so surreal,” said Ben gazing up at the stars wistfully. “I’ve been in love with her since we were kids. Can you imagine-” He stopped short, glancing at Richie. “I mean-” He coughed - “It’s just- It’s just like a dream come true, really. That’s all.”

“I can imagine,” said Richie quietly. He was staring down at his shoes but didn’t miss the surprised look Ben sent his way. He cleared his throat before looking up at Ben once more and giving him a grin he hoped looked genuine. “You’re a lucky guy.”

Ben just looked at him, his eyes soft and brows furrowed slightly in concern, then he edged closer to Richie and took his hand. “Listen, man, if you ever wanna talk, I’m here.”

“Oh, I’m just fine, Benjamin,” Richie said with false cheer. “This is your big day!”

But Ben didn’t relent. “Seriously,” he said softly. “The other’s joke about it, I know. They think it’s just a crush. But I- I know.”

That gave Richie pause. “You do?” he said, his voice coming out hoarser than he meant it to.

“Remember after we beat Pennywise and Eddie was hurt?” said Ben, and Richie nodded because he couldn’t possibly forget. It had been the worst time of his life. “You pulled him out of there and we had to drag you to the Quarry while he was in intensive care so we could clean up a bit and you just- You just started crying.” He paused, squeezing Richie’s hand a little tighter, and Richie just stared fixedly at the ground trying to suppress the emotions from that day that were trying to claw their way back up. “That,” said Ben. “That’s exactly how I would’ve reacted if- If it had been Bev.” He swallowed tightly as if the mere thought of Bev getting hurt caused him pain.

“You love him,” said Ben softly. It wasn’t a question, but Richie nodded anyway. “As long as I’ve loved Bev?”

“Longer, bitch, I’ve got you beat,” said Richie, trying for his usual humour except it came out as half a sob. “Shit,” he said, dragging his free hand down his face. “This is so stupid. I’m like a fucking school girl.”

“You’re not stupid, Rich,” said Ben. He smiled gently, always so soft and sincere. “You’re a lovesick fool, just like me.”

“Same thing,” Richie snorted. “But you can’t talk, you got her in the end.”

“Who says you won’t get Eddie?” said Ben.

Richie snorted again. “Look at you, and then at me. Hot Brazilian soccer player versus weird hobo who can never shut up. You could’ve gotten anyone you wanted.”

“I don’t think Bev likes me just for my looks,” said Ben. “At least I hope not. And I don’t think Eddie’s cares either. And shut up, you’re attractive! In like… and unconventional sense.”

“Thanks, man.”

“You know what I mean.” Ben nudged him again, grinning. “Personally, I think you’re just Eddie’s type. And I know he likes you.”

“Oh yeah?” said Richie. “And how come you’re so sure?”

Ben smiled softly again, his eyes twinkling brightly in the starlight and his expression so open and sincere. “Because he looks at you the way I used to look at Bev.”

Richie gaped at him, witty retort stuck on his tongue. He stammered, flustered, then shoved Ben away slightly, extracting his hand from his grip. “Yeah fucking right, Haystack. You just wanna win whatever bet you have with the others.”

“I never took that bet,” said Ben. He smiled at the surprised look Richie gave him. “I’m rooting for you no matter what you decide, Trashmouth. Whatever makes you happy.”

“You’re too good for this world, Benny-boy,” said Richie. “You’re gonna make a disgustingly wonderful husband.”

“I hope so,” Ben said. “She deserves the whole world.”

“Seriously gonna vomit,” Richie warned and Ben just laughed at him.

They sat there in companionable silence for a while, just gazing up at the stars until Richie figured his nose was gonna drop off from frostbite if he stayed outside any longer and he dragged Ben in with him, telling him to get a good nights sleep for the big day tomorrow.

Richie made his way back to his room a little apprehensively - Eddie would blow up if he got woken up - but he found the room empty. He checked his phone to find some texts from Eddie he’d missed while out with Ben.

[10:23] Spaghetti <3: Don’t wait up

[10:23] Spaghetti <3: Staying with Bev tonight

Richie’s stomach filled with something akin to disappointment which was ridiculous; he’d spent his whole adult life not sharing a bed with Eddie and it wasn’t as though something would happen even if he was. He refused to let his disappointment show, even to himself, and sent a quick reply to Eddie.

[11:39] Richie: Sleeping with the bride on her wedding night?? How scandalous!

[11:40] Spaghetti <3: Shut the fuck up trashmouth

Richie smiled to himself at Eddie’s quick, ever-annoyed response.

[11:41] Richie: Nighty night Eds

[11:42] Spaghetti <3: Night Rich

[11:42] Spaghetti <3: Don’t call me that

Richie tossed the phone on his nightstand. It was probably a good thing he had the room to himself; he’d probably be up all night having a gay panic with Eddie sleeping next to him and end up looking like a complete zombie on the wedding day. And besides, this meant he had the whole bed to himself. Room to stretch out without Eddie koala-clinging to him in the middle of the night. He definitely hadn’t missed that. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

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