I love how you guys write Reddie especially sleepy Eddie!! Can I get more of sleepy Eddie pleeeeeeeeasssee?? Maybe like, some other members of the LC pretend to be Richie so they can see him be all soft lmaoooo!! Thanks
Hell yeah you can Sleepy!Eddie is my guilty pleasure :]
(This was only small so I’m just going to post it like this - Admin Tozier)
When Beverly entered the living room of the Kaspbrak residence what she expected was painfully-clean carpets, dust-eradicated surfaces and, if she was being more dramatic, plastic sheets to be covered all the furniture. What she didn’t expect was to see the only male of the home, curled up, knees almost against his chest, hands twisted into fists resting in front of his face and swallowed by a dark green hoodie that she instantly recognised as Richie’s from the ketchup stain on the right shoulder.
The sight shocked her so much that she paused her step, Stan bumping into the back of her with an indignant grunt. He followed her surprised and adoring gaze. He cocked an eyebrow before furrowing them.
“Why’s Eddie on the couch? He hates sleeping on the couch.” He muttered. The two of them flinched suddenly as the unnoticed TV clicked onto a channel after previously being on low-volumed static. Beverly leaned down to push at Eddie’s shoulder, lightly.
“Hey? Eddie?” She whispered but pulled back quickly as he stretched his arms out, a small yawn roaring from his throat.
“Richie? Baby?” He murmured, rubbing his eyes. Beverly and Stan’s jaws dropped and they looked at each other, a silent phrase said in unison. Oh my fucking god.
Beverly grabbed Stan’s arm, a grin spreading across her face, “That is so adorable, holy shit! They call each other baby?!“
But Stan was hardly listening, his mouth slanting into a mischievous smirk and he crouched down across from Eddie. Stan and Richie were original best friends - it was just fact. Stan had known Richie the longest, a full glorious and emotionally-taxing 15 years now, so he liked to think, though he also sort of knew, given how much Bill had chuckled and complimented over it, that he could do a pretty accurate impression of his best friend. And now it will finally come in handy.
“Yeah, Eds, it’s me.” He drawled and Beverly smacked a hand over her mouth to stop her rough snort, bending over in silent laughter.
Eddie smiled sleepily, reaching out a sweater engulfed hand towards the sound of Stan’s voice, shifting back on the couch, “Cuddle with me, baby?“
Beverly was sat on the floor beside Stan now, both her hands clamped on her face, red with both laughter and joy at the adorableness of the relationship both her best friends shared. Stan was grinning wildly now, ignoring Eddie’s limp sweater drooped arm to mutter, “Gimme a minute, Spaghetti-head.“
Eddie groaned, curling tighter in himself similar to a grumpy cat, his brow scrunched cutely and voice taking an adorable edge of a sluggish whine, "Chee, baby, come on, you’re so warm. I’m cold."
Stan felt like this heart was going to explode along with his teeth breaking from the cavities slowly forming in all of his mouth. Beverly was pulling out her phone, her mouth screwed tightly to keep her laughs in, Richie’s contact name blaring from the screen as she motioned to the door. Stan nodded, giving in with that sweet, cuddly Eddie was way better than an angry, embarrassed Eddie.
He could hear the faint conversation with Richie, Beverly mentioning their initial plan to ask Eddie for help with their English homework but then of the picture they stumbled upon.
”…yeah, he’s sleeping on the couch calling for out you, baby.“ She teased, biting her lip to stop her grin. She heard a crashing noise and then an abnormally loud, "I’M ON MY WAY.” before she was hit with a dial tone.
Wandering back in, she tugged on Stan’s sleeve and jerked her head to the door. Stan nodded and stood, watching for a moment as Eddie rubbed his eyes again. They had made it to the door and had just opened it when Richie was stood there looking distinctly dishevelled and hand poised mid-air as he had been about to open the door.
“Did you fucking sprint here?” Stan asked as they curved around one another to switch positions on the doorstep.
“Maybe,” Richie replied breathlessly and disappeared into the living room.
Just before Stan left, rolling his eyes at how it had fallen to him to close the door as Beverly had skipped down the steps towards their bikes, he caught a quick exchange between the two of them.
A deep chuckle, ”‘Course, Spaghetti, nowhere else I’d want to be. I love you.“
The last voice was muffled, "Love you, too."
Stan was smiling as he closed the door.