problematic ➳ reddie

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May ❀ age 22-23

Richie got out of the bed quietly in the middle of the night. He glanced at his fiance who was sleeping peacefully, the blanket shoved between his legs. He smiled a little until sneaking into the bathroom.

He locked it behind him and opened the cabinets, ramming through the pill bottles, looking at the labels, then letting out small grunts. He tried desperately to find something, but these useless pain meds were getting boring.

Richie let out a breath through his nose and dug deeper, finally getting his hands onto oxymorphone. Eddie had put it in the very back, because neither of them rarely needed medication for that intense pain or the fear before surgery. But when Eddie got the flu, (which was rarely) his pain got terrible. Richie has never seen someone get so intense cramps and physical pain from so innocent and regular sickness than the flu. So that's why they still had it.

Richie opened it and looked at the blue pills. He took a few in his hands and without hesitation, he put them in his mouth, but considered swallowing them with water. He crushed them between his teeth before he could ever reach for the mug which was laying next to the sink. He swallowed the crushed pills and put the pill bottle back in the back of the cabinet. Then he went to the living room and sat on the couch, looking at the black screen of TV. He saw his own reflection from it.

He began smiling, which would've scared many people away. It was a wide grin. He didn't know why he was smiling, he just was. It wasn't those usual Richie Tozier smiles. This one was different. It wasn't forced, but it wasn't quite genuine either. It was right in between and that's what it made so scary. It looked like a murderous smile, but it was washed off his face when Gatsby jumped on his lap.

Richie looked down and petted the cat's head. "Hello, little one"

Gatsby knitted his paws against Richie's thighs, until settling down with a purr. The raven haired beauty's eyes began fluttering shut, until he was letting out soft snores.

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"Richie?"

Richie flinched and opened his eyes, hissing as the sun light hit his eyes. He blinked and squinted his eyes, looking towards the source of the voice. It was Eddie, a morning gown around him. He was looking at Richie with confused eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Richie looked at the couch he was sitting on, until bringing his eyes back to Eddie. "I couldn't sleep"

Eddie glanced at behind Richie and sighed. "Clearly."

The taller one furrowed his brows and looked behind him to see all the food from the fridge laid out on the counter, the trash was laying on the floor right next to the puddle of vomit.

"Shit. Who the fuck did this? Were we invaded during the night?" Richie turned to Eddie, who looked shocked now.

"Are you fucking with me?!" he groaned and grabbed Richie's wrist and pulled him up. He walked him to the nearest mirror and that's when Richie was met with a man, dried vomit on his neck and chin and food all over his face.

He let out a shaky breath and turned to Eddie. "Okay, I know this looks bad, but I didn't do that"

"Maybe you were sleep walking again" Eddie sighed and went to the kitchen.