#inhaledlies

Stan let out a snort to the comment. “Yeah, I probably could but I’d much rather not.” He mused, shaking his head in amusement. “Everyone always forgets that I’m not actually as old as they think.” He hummed, reaching up to brush his hand through Eddie’s hair. “I’ve got so many better people to be with than a bunch of elderly ladies anyway.”  Stan let out a soft sigh, a small smile resting on his lips.

“I’m full of shit, am I?” He replied, smiling growing. “Okay, Bill was pretty.” Stan admitted. It was true that Bill was definitely attractive and Stan had thought that much growing up but his focus had been, well Eddie. Eddie had been a fire that Stan had always wanted to touch, to hold and to have as his own but could never quite touch and obtain. “Bill…. Bill was more… puppy love. A first crush that dwindles for a period but dies out rather quickly when a much brighter fire decides to shine.” He shrugged.

To Eddie’s confirmation of being oblivious, Stan couldn’t stop the smirk from making an appearance. “I’m definitely going to agree with you there.” He answered. “Especially since you haven’t seen a single person look at you the way I’ve seen.” Stan tugged at Eddie’s jeans, popping the button open. He stilled his hands, eyes on Eddie. “Everything that I’ve told you is true.” He stated, moving his hands up to hold Eddie’s face. He pressed his forehead to Eddie’s and smiled. “I am in love with your oblivious ass, Eddie Kaspbrak.” Stan told him firmly before pressing his lips back to Eddie’s again. 

Continued.

Richie’s brow arched as Eddie jabbed at his chest. He expected this fully. He knew the other man needed to get it off his chest and Richie was okay with that. Rich hummed as he nodded his head, listening to Eddie’s angry ranting. The comedian sighed as he pried Eddie’s hands out of the male’s hair and held his hands. “I’m not trying to find a new fucking boyfriend.” He stated, calmly. “All I was doing was talking to him.” Richie told him honestly. “I was leaning forward because the god awful music was making it impossible to hear any fucking thing that was being said.”

Richie pressed his lips to Eddie’s head. “I don’t give a flying fuck about anybody that isn’t you. You are the absolute love of my life and you have been for more than twenty fucking years.” He commented. “I don’t even recall what the fuck we were fighting over.” Richie admitted, giving his love a sheepish grin. “Even when we fight over something, I’m always happy you're mine.” Rich laid his cheek against Eddie’s head. “Eddie, nothing in this world means as much to me as you do. Absolutely nothing.”

Anonymous said: I ship you with that Eddie kid. From what I see on the dash, he has a kind heart and actually treats you with respect and sees you for a genuine soul who deserves love, and not just some lame punk who spends most of his life in detention. It seems like you prefer the titty, but having someone who is opening their heart to you and not just their legs is kind of an adorable change to see.

Richie hadn't expected it, he just got home from a show that didn't go great; getting started in the entertainment business was rough. His fanbase was building, but some crowds just didn't want to give the newer guys a break.

Richie kicked his sneakers off, letting his bags fall unceremoniously off his shoulder, shrugging his leather jacket off. It was late, he had figured Eddie would be asleep by now; he always tried to make a point of going to bed early because 8 hours were needed for optimal health.

He quietly entered what he thought would be their dark bedroom, but instead he was welcomed with the soft glow of candles, and the absolutely breathtaking sight of the man he loved more than anything laid out on the bed, giving him a cute yet still seductive smile.

The idea wasn’t exactly typical for bachelor parties but his brother wasn’t exactly a typical sort of person. He liked different things compared to most. Bill didn’t want strippers and frankly Georgie couldn’t understand the appeal to them anyway. Plus his brother wanted his fiance anyhow and while it wasn’t normal to invite the fiance to this bachelor party, Georgie was doing just that by inviting Eddie.

Look, I get that. I can be a lot. That’s not a dig at myself I just know I can legit be a lot. I’m a virgo with a scorpio moon, my people are intense people and okay- I can’t promise to write with anyone because I don’t know how Dean’s gonna be. 

But what I can tell you with absolute certainty is that I’m so glad you’re here. I’m glad you sent me this. Thank you so much for opening up like that and hey- me and Dean are always here for you! 

“OH MY. I had no idea I was dealing with royalty herself. Do excuse my rudeness, it was never my intention to step all over your integrity. However, next time perhaps, do watch where your going, yeah?” 

The sarcasm coats his words heavily, and even if there’s no real malice in what he says, there’s a slight hint of annoyance lingering deep. Silver never meant to snap, but it’s been a trying day. A SHITTY day, to be more exact, and the ‘ Oi mate! Watch where you’re fucking going ‘, did slip from his lips before he had the time to stop it. 

OH WELL. Damage done. 

What now? Should he apologize? Explain his situation? Or simply just play it out with sarcastic insults, because he is pretty sure he can see a fierce fire burning behind the eyes of this stranger. 

It’s just that... being back in Derry makes his skin crawl. Puts him on edge. Brings forth uncertainties in which he can no longer HIDE behind his mask of confidence and secrets. 

“We always knew it wasn’t going to be an immediate fix,” he shrugged, one shoulder up and down as he watched the coin roll on Eddie’s finger tips. He meant what he said, though. Eddie had come a long way and his ninety-day clean streak was proof of the hard work he put into it. He was proud and inspired all at the same time, but... 

But he wasn’t there yet. Even when his counterpart nudged him. Eddie was never going to be able to pull one over the other because yes, they knew each other far too well since they were the same person. 

Sighing, he dipped his head down and pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I will — I’ll get there, I promise...” He gave a soft, sad smile. Waking up in twenty-sixteen had been a shock to the system. Adjusting to the knowledge that almost twenty-seven years had passed and he was with people who were him and his friends had done a number. Nightmares plagued him, depression and anxiety had been high that pills had quietened them down. 

Vitamins and pain killers had done wonders, although he noted, they weren’t as strong as he remembered. And worst of all, he had brought three new inhalers, one he kept on him at all times, one in the bedside drawer and one in the bathroom. He knew he didn’t need them, but had spent forty (or now sixty?) years relying on them that it was just too hard of a habit to break. 

Even now, his hand was hovering over the pocket that kept the small device in.