could you write a soft morning short reddie fic pls??? xx
richie wakes up with a freezing cold nose stuffed into his armpit. little hands knotted in fists are nestled into his side and when he turns his head, he gets a nose full of hair. the clock next to the bed blinks 7:30. richie scoots away from eddie in the bed, careful not to roll onto eddie’s small hands that sleepily reach for him, and when he climbs out of bed, eddie makes a tiny snuffling noise, a whimper, and then one eye cracks open.
“richie,” he says, his voice scratchy and sleep worn and richie smiles softly at the little bundle under the covers. eddie sticks one hand out of the covers and waves it around, his eyes scrunched shut against the weak light that filters in through the blinds.