Who: Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak What: Little Eddie may have made a mess of things Where: The Loser House When: Sunday night into Monday morning?
So maybe things hadn’t been perfect. Maybe he’d freaked out a little and ruined things but not really. It had disrupted the routine a little but things had gotten back on track. Richie had even brought him back something from some Eddie-less adventure he went on with that Dick guy. Maybe it was kind of childish (because he was 13 and they’d been living on their own so they were practically adults) but the stupid penguin was the greatest thing ever and had a prominent place in their bed since the other had brought it back. Which meant it had a place in the hammock too when they decided to curl up in there for the night.
Or when Richie did. Eddie had tried valiantly to get him to move. To go back upstairs where they had fucking pillows and blankets and a mattress. Upstairs where it was too fucking dark for his liking. It ended with teasing and a pissed off Eddie storming upstairs… which probably surprised Richie until he returned with both the penguin and a blanket from the bed they’d been sharing. Figuring Richie wouldn’t move, because when had he ever been helpful, Eddie just crawled right in tumbling over his best friend until he was curled up next to him; blanket pulled across and over both of them, bathing them both in darkness. If he pressed a hesitant kiss good night to the other’s lips they didn’t need to talk about it. Maybe he’d messed up before by running away but the feelings were still there. After talking with Sirius and hearing Sirius talk about Moony he didn’t regret having them.
Eddie woke to sunlight filtering in through the large window at the front of their house. His cheek hurting, his back hurting. He didn’t remember doing much rough housing the night before. At least… nothing that would’ve lead to actual bumps and bruises. They were lucky his mom wasn’t there. She’d stick him in the hospital for a week. Blinking his eyes open he was surprised to find himself curled up against a much larger male body in clothes that definitely didn’t fit him. It only took a moment to connect the guy in the hammock with him to Richie and realize that, yes, they were definitely curled up together in a hammock that, thank god, was big and sturdy enough to hold two adults.
The memories came back then, accompanied with a minor panic attack. “What the fuck did I do?” Maybe he would’ve run. Maybe he would’ve gone to what he was remembering was his favored hiding spot (huddled behind the house out of view because he wasn’t going to run anywhere too far) until his hand came in contact with a penguin wearing a bowtie and, oh. Richie loved him, didn’t he? The proof was on the door and in a stupid gift he’d brought back specifically for him. It was in memories of ties and brushed hair and a realization of what he’d been looking for.
Of course, Eddie handled it in the most romantic and kindest way he knew how. He kicked Richie in the shin. “Wake up, fucker, we need to talk.”