Reddie & Stenbrough | ONESHOT | FLUFF |

Halloween

Eddie's POV:
The two of us walk up the neat arrangement of stepping stones to Bill's front door, dressed as Prince bubblegum and Max, a genderbent version of Princess Bubblegum and Marceline. Richie is looking sideways at me, making a goofy face as I go to knock on Bill's door. Stanley opens the door, greeting us with a huge grin.
"Prince Bubblegum, Max." He says in a snooty accent, bowing down and opening the door wide. Richie, 'Max', slings the hand-crafted axe over his shoulder, clutches my gloved hand and confidently struts through the open door.
"Stanley," He says, matching Stanley's accent, and bowing down.
"Hi Stan," I say, following my dorky boyfriend through the door.
"Where's Bill?" I ask Stan. As soon as the question left my throat, footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway.
"W-w-well look at you g-guys!" Bill stutters.
"Hot, right?" Richie flexes his not-so-large arms and snickers delightfully. Stanley sighs and quietly chuckles under his breath as he's walking down the hallway.
"Y-you guys look n-nice..!" Bill stutters. Richie looks up at me over his glasses and smirks, waggling his eyebrows at me.
"Thanks Flynny boy. Spaghetti head made this cool doo-dad," he twirls the large axe above his head, "cool, ain't it?"
"Hey, hey careful with that!! It's fragile, dipshit." I shout grabbing at the prop being flung carelessly around above my head.
"Yea, yea okay mother. I know, im being careful" He snarkily replies.
Ignoring Richie's remark, I resume the conversation with Bill.
"Thank you, you look very nice too!"
Stanley struts out the hallway, in a purple prince uniform and tassels on his shoulders.
"How do I look?" He asks, posing, then laughing with a huge smile on his face.
"G-great!" Bill says, clearly flustered. I have to admit, the costume is quite flattering on him. It fits his body nicely and overall compliments his body type.
"Who's ready to go pound on random strangers doors and demand for candy!" Richie shouts.
"Polietly and traditionally ask." I correct my boyfriend.
"Who's ready to politely and traditionally go pound on strangers doors and demand candy?!" He says, looking at me with big eyes.
Bill and Stan match Richies energy, all three of the loud boys parading out the door, pillow cases in hand, ready to be filled with candy. I stand there, relishing this moment, these three idiots, my three idiots.
"Cmon Eds!" Richie calls through the door. I chuckle, lock the door behind me, and rejoin my group of oblivious boys.

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After a long and exhausting night of knocking on doors for what felt like eternity, we arive back at bills house.
"I am BEAT!" Richie exclaims, clearly ready for sleep to overcome him, his eyes drooping with fatigue.
"Y-y-you have to a-admit, that was f-fun." Bill says with a beaming smile.
"Definitely!" Stan agrees.
"Oh yea, for sure!!" I reply.
Richie is hardly awake anymore, responding with a mere nod before trudging off to the bathroom to change out of his costume.
"Do y-you guys want to p-p-pull out the futon, make popc-corn and gorge on c-candy with a halloween m-m-movie marathon??" Bill asks, already knowing the answers. Its tradition for us, couples costumes, trick or treat, then halloween movies, popcorn and candy. Stan goes to prepare the couch, nodding with a genuine smile.
"S-sounds like a p-p-plan!" Bill exclaims, racing for the kitchen. This was always his favorite part of Halloween. He says it every year.
I knock on the bathroom door to check on Richie.
"Rich? Are you good in there?" I call out.
Richie opens the door, dressed in fuzzy black and orange pumpkin jammie pants, a white t-shirt and orange fluffy socks.
I admire my boyfriend for a minute, soaking it all in.
"Alright that's enough ogling at my sexiness, your turn bubble gum," he laughs and kisses my cheek, and heads for the rest of our friends.
"Hey smarty pants. Your shirts on backwards." I point out to him.
"Is not!" He says matter-of-factly, looking at the inside collar on his shirt.
"Oh." He chuckles and switches his shirt around the proper way.
"There you go." I laugh and watch as he jumps over the arm of the couch and starts talking to Stanley.
Quickly, I change into matching jammies with my boyfriend and friends and return to the darkened sitting area to find quite the interesting scene. Richie tossing freshly popped kettle corn into Stanley's open mouth, and celebrating when the treat actually goes in. Billy watching the odd but most definitly not unexpected interaction, with the intro of 'Nightmare on Elm Steeet' playing on the large television screen. A classic horror film, although the four of us have watched the movie countless times, it's still a hit at our halloween move marathons.
"I was in there for maybe eight or so minutes and you boys are already making quite them mess." I mutter under my breath and laugh at my friends.
God I love my friends.
"C'mon Eddie Spaghetti!!" Richie enthusiastically pats the seat directly next to him, completely abandoning his little game with Stanley. I laugh quietly and join the boys on the couch. Cuddling up to Richie, I shove kettle corn in my mouth and watch the movie. I feel my eyelids get heavy, beginning to fall asleep in this wonderful boys' arm, with my friends, mirroring Richie and me, directly next to us.
"Goodnight spaghetti head."
"Goodnight my love."

~♡~

A/N: HELLO! IM NOT DEAD!! I havent really been into writing my stories all that much, but I do enjoy writing small oneshot fanfics of my favorite ships so here's this!! I deleted all my previous books on here, and this will be a fresh start! I hope you guys enjoyed this reddie/stenbrough oneshot fluff fanfic!! IT is a wonderful movie!
~Westley