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mwahmisfiire · 4 years

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reddie: separation anxiety.

ADULT AU !

as eddie took out the keys to the apartment he shared with richie, he already had an idea of how he was going to be welcomed to the household.

ever since a certain evil clown had been defeated, the losers had decided to turn their lives around now that they had each other for support. richie and eddie, of course, got together for they knew it was long overdue.

and richie was desperately trying to put on a brave face, to convince everyone (including himself) that he was okay. but eddie wasn't stupid, he knew him like the back of his hand after all. he knew that sometimes he wasn't okay.

because whenever he or richie left the apartment, richie couldn't help but feel his chest tighten with anxiety. suddently he found himself dreading the moments when eddie had to go to work, because that meant not being with him. and for some reason, that felt weirdly unsettling to him.

it basically meant that richie could only be completely fine and at ease whenever eddie was around. otherwise, his mind would be clouded by negative thought as if a tiny voice in his head lived to remind him that an essencial reason for his happiness was missing.

richie tried to hide it to the best of his advantage but sometimes it was impossible. he just missed his boyfriend too much.

on this particular occasion, the losers had planned a fun night out at the movies but richie (reluctantly) had to count himself out from the plan because he had some material he needed to finish. so he was left alone in the house.

he managed to get work done, it wasn't an entirely wasted evening. but at regular intervals, he'd stop and think of eddie before shaking his head slightly and getting back to work while biting his nails off.

with a little sigh, eddie opened the front door with the keys. once he stepped inside, he put the keys in their little key bowl and closed the door. "rich, i'm home." he spoke up, knowing that he'd be awake.

he heard a little gasp coming from their shared room before he was met with richie's lanky figure running towards him and engulfing him in a tight hug, burrying his face on the crook of eddie's neck.

eddie hugged him back, running his hands up and down his back. he could feel hin taking deep breaths to calm himself so he pressed a couple kisses to richie's shoulder. "you okay?" he asked quietly.

richie hummed, rubbing eddie's waist soothingly and not at all ready to let go of the love of his life. "how was the movie?" richie asked.

eddie shrugged. "it was okay." he simply said, wanting to focus on richie and not the night out. "i love you." he murmured against the shell of richie's ear.

"i love you too, eds." richie answered almost immediately, snaking one hand under eddie's t-shirt to feel his skin under his fingers. "come to bed with me?" he whispered, pulling away to press his forehead against eddie's.

"try and stop me." eddie smiled, leaving a quick peck on richie's lips. they both headed to the bedroom, gand in hand, to get ready for bed. "so, are we gonna talk about this or not?" eddie asked once they were both under the covers.

richie frowned. "about what?"

eddie gave him a look. a look that meant that he knew that richue qas full of shut and that he knew exactly what he was talking about. "richie, how dumb do you think i am? i know what's wrong with you." he paused, in case richie wanted to say something. when he didn't (choosing to look away), eddie started talking again. "it's called separation anxiety."

richie sighed in defeat. "i know, eds." he replied. "i looked it up a couple weeks ago because it was starting to be a pain in the ass." he chuckled dryly before laying down, facing the ceiling. eddie leaned to the side so he could face him. "i read a lot of babies have it with their parents. tell me that's not the lamest thing you've ever heard in your life." he groaned, burrying his face in the pillow so he wouldn't have to look at eddie.

"stop it, it's not lame." eddie said, scooting closer to his boyfriend as he tangled his fingers in his hair. "you've had a traumatic experience, we both have. you don't just... come out of that untouched. it's okay." he murmured, kissing the top of richie's head. "you just gotta give it time, it's perfectly normal for you to feel like this."

richie huffed, taking out his head from the pillow. "so i'm just gonna have to feel like this every day until it magically goes away? sounds like a shitty plan to me." he said. "eds," he ran his fingers through his dark hair. "every time i hear you say 'see you tonight' when you leave in the morning, i feel like i'm about to have a panic attack. it literally feels like someone's using my lungs as a damn punching bag." eddie noticed his eyes getting more watery with every word he spoke. "and boy, you should see me at six pm. i literally count the minutes for you to come home because i know that at eight pm sharp you'll be crossing that fucking door." he made a hand motion in the direction of the front door. "i just... god eds, i feel so helpless. it sucks." he choked out those two last words before finally allowing himself to cry.

eddie clicked his tongue, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's body, pressing him again his chest. richie returned the embrace, clinging onto eddie for dear life. eddie ran his fingers through richie's hair pressing kiss after kiss on the top of his head.

"baby. baby look at me." eddie cupped richie's damp cheeks with his hands. "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, alright?" richie sniffled at the words. "i am so in love with you, it's insane." he smiled. "wherever i go, i'm always gonna come back to you in the end. you know why?" he asked, gently wiping richie's tears away with his thumbs.

richie shook his head slowly. "beats me, spaghetti man." he joked.

eddie shook his head. "because... i legitimately can't imagine living a life without you in it." he pressed the tip of his nose against the tip of richie's. "heck, i don't even know how i managed to live twenty seven years without you. it's beyond me, i swear to god." he chuckled, making richie smile. "so whenever you miss me too much, i'm just one phone call away. whenever you need me, i'm there." he placed a kiss on both of richie's cheeks and then a longer one on his lips.

richie hummed contently against his boyfriend's mouth. "god i love you..." richie murmured, pressing his lips on eddie's neck while leaving kiss after kiss. "you make me so happy, what the actual fuck." he said, making eddie giggle.

richie knew it would take him time to be completely okay. but as long as eddie was there with him, very little things could go wrong.

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drabblemesilly · 7 years

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Leon Draisaitl #1

Requested by Anon: Could you do a Leon draisaitl one FILLLLLLLLED with angst?

*I hope this is angsty enought!! Enjoy!:)*

Word count: 998

What are you doing here? What are you doing freezing your ass off in the middle of Canadian winter when you can be safe and warm in your apartment in Germany. Did you really have to spend that much money and twelve hours of traveling just to get to Edmonton?

Two days ago, you would answer that yes, you had to go to Edmonton. Leon is in Edmonton and you missed him so much that you’re willing to take five days off just to spend time with him. Actually, you’d pretty much do anything and everything for him. He knows that.

Which is why it’s frustrating that you finally get to his apartment only to catch him packing for a road trip. Somehow, he failed to mention that he’s going on a road trip the day after you arrive, for a week and a half… effectively leaving you in Alberta while he’s off playing hockey in California or wherever. He won’t even be home in time to see you off.

So, yeah. What are you doing here?

You shut your eyes tight before exhaling slowly, willing away the frustration and annoyance you are starting to feel, “maybe I can extend, change the date of my flight,” you offered, sitting on the edge of his bed.

He didn’t even look up when he answered, “I don’t want you to miss any more than you have to,” he breathed out, turning around to shove a loose pair of skate guard on his luggage.

You balled your fingers, “then what am I supposed to do?” you asked, tapping your foot on the carpeted floor.

He shrugged, “ich weiß es nicht,” he said in a low voice before looking up at you, his eyes wild and so so mesmerizing that for a second you almost lost all your thought. Then you remembered what he just said.

You scoffed at him, “did you just say you don’t know?” you asked rhetorically, “I traveled just to see you and you didn’t even have the audacity to tell me that you were going away on the same days I’m here?” you stood up and walked over to him, “the least you could have done was tell me so I can reschedule,” you told him, seething now, “I’m not here to go to Tim Horton’s. I’m here to see you,” you whispered, turning around to walk out the door, “in case you forgot.”

The long distance relationship you try to have with Leon was hard enough when you’re in Germany one hundred percent of the time and he’s in Canada for eight months a year but you never realized it would be harder when you’re the only one making the effort so you can see each other.

Ha. At least you got a welcoming kiss out of it.

You grabbed your luggage, the one that is parked by the bedroom door, and dragged it outside. Maybe because you’re a girl and you’re not as strong as your try to project but you’re half expecting to feel him hug you from the back, telling you not to leave.

Instead, you heard him zip his bag and say, “wo gehst du hin?”

Here you are trying to be overdramatic, with a million thoughts running through your head, and all he could ask is ‘where are you going’.

You looked back at him and gave him a small smile, throwing his answer from earlier back at him, “ich weiß es nicht,” you shrugged.

You pulled your luggage back to the living room and sat on the couch. Taking your phone, you looked at flights back to Cologne. What’s the point in staying here if he’s going to be gone? What are you going to do? Clean the apartment?

You heard him walk in and sit beside you but you kept your head down. Not for anything but to keep the tears at bay.

He didn’t say anything so when you finally calmed down, you looked up at Leon, “maybe it’s my fault,” you whispered, studying the sharp ridges of his face and the beauty of his jaw, “maybe I’m pushing too much, pushing for this relationship to work,” you shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” he answered, voice so quiet that you almost didn’t hear him, “I should have reminded you and double checked your flights,” he paused, reaching out so he can tuck your hair behind your ear, “ it’s my fault,” he added.

You looked at him and tried so hard to memorize his face, “I can’t even bring myself to be mad at you,” you sniffed, “I just missed you so much and the only thing I have in my mind is that I’m just happy I get to see and hug you,” you sighed, “gosh, Leon,” you leaned into him and kissed his jaw. You pulled back an inch and asked, “do you want me here?”

Leon turned slightly so he can look at you, “I love you,” he whispered back, “but I don’t want you to pause everything for me.”

The first of your tears finally trickled down your cheek, “you’re worth pausing things for.”

He raised his hand and rubbed your tear with his thumb, “I don’t want to keep disappointing and hurting you.”

“We will always keep on hurting and disappointing each other whether we like it or not,” you smiled sadly, “it’s a matter of are we willing to fight?”

He nodded, “yeah,” he leaned down to brush his lips against yours, “always,” he answered. He put an arm around you and pulled you in, “stay?”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head, “you won’t be here.”

“I’ll be back,” he said eagerly, “and we’ll fix this, I promise,” he kissed you, “we’ll be better, I’ll be better.”

“I don’t want to wait for nothing,” you told him honestly.

“This is not nothing,” he argued, “this is everything,” he pleaded, “stay?”

Hope bloomed in your heart and finally, you managed a genuine smile, “okay.”

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