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[tv-girllover07]

Hiya again! So could I request a Jaeden Martell x reader where she’s never kissed anyone, and they ending up talking about it and Jaeden “helps” (he has a crush on her so he figures this is the best way to act on it lol) ? Like he ends up being her first kiss. You could make it fluffy or smutty in the end depending on what you want, though I’d prefer it smutty hehe; Hugs!

A/n: Yeah of course bb thank you so much for requesting, sorry if this is too long

📸Lights! Camera! Annnnd…Kiss! 📸

Jaeden Martell x fem!reader

!Smut!

A/n: Just wanted to say that they are 18+ there Jaeden’s actual age rn their in there 20s

Today felt to long and to stressful you loved the role you had, playing a love interest with Jaeden (your best friend) but there was only one problem, you’ve never kissed someone before and you and Jaeden had a intimate scene so you were really nervous to screw it up and it’s been weighing heavily on you and Jaeden could see that so once you got back to the hotel he wanted to talk to you, once the day was over and you got back to the hotel you were staying at while filming you went to your room and your room was next to Jaeden’s

You get into your hotel room and take a shower washing today’s stress away and the troubles and worries while working, after the shower feeling more relaxed and refreshed you change into your Pj’s, finally getting into bed trying not to worry too much much about about having to kiss Jaeden you’ve been friends for six years ever since IT chapter two came out, you played as Richie and Eddie’s kid (Reddie shipper) and you got to meet the cast and you never felt more welcomed. You and Jaeden clicked instantly, everyone on set shipped you two together but even though you two were friends it doesn’t mean you don’t have feeling for each you two would flirt jokingly (but sometimes it wasn’t) you would sometimes hold hands in public but nothing more but you always thought what it would be like to be in a relationship with him-- you were pulled out of your thoughts as you hear you phone ding, it’s Jaeden

Jaeden <3

Hey y/n are you busy?

Y/n :)

Nope just showered, what’s up?

Jaeden <3

I was wondering if I could come over so we could practice are lines

Y/n :)

Um…yeah I think that’s a good idea

Jaeden <3

Okay I’ll be there in a minute I’ll grab some snacks, iced tea and doritos?

Y/n :)

Yes pleassse thank you love

Jaeden <3 liked your message

After two minutes there’s a knock on the door and you know it’s Jaeden “It’s unlocked, you can come in” and you could see Jaeden handsome face in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt “Hey handsome” you beam him a lovely smile “Heya beautiful” you always loved the nickname you gave each other it was just something you would always say to each other and it stuck then you ask Jaeden “So you want to practice our lines?” “Yeah I thought we could practice our lines and get a feel for the up coming scene” he explained but you feel just a little bit warry about the up coming scene cause that’s the BIG scene, the kiss scene.

“Uhh sure okay, sooo do you also want to play out the scene as well” you asked him wanting to know so you could talk to him about the kiss

“Yeah for sure so then we could get a feel of everything” he added

“Okay um I know this is really awkward but… ihaventkissedanyonebeforeandidontwantthekissoncameratobereallyawkward” you spoke really fast hoping he wouldn’t fully hear you.

“Y/n it’s okay, seriously it’s okay, I can help you if you would like ” he mumbled the last part

“Seriously? You’d do that for me” you asked him feeling the warmth flow into your cheeks

“I mean yeah I’d do anything for you y/n your the best person ever in the universe of course I’d do any--” before he could say anything else you cut him off by scooting closer to him and placing your hands on both of his cheeks, both of you lean forward finally feeling his lips on yours all,you can feel is the plumpness of his lips and his soft skin beneath your finger tips and after what it felt like hours the two of you pull away to catch your breath.

“Holy shit” Jaeden said and you think you did somethings wrong “What?” You laugh nervously

“Nothing just umm are you sure that was your first kiss cause that was fuckin amazing” he said with a small laugh and you feel yourself relax “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for” you said in a quite tone.

“Yeah me too…y/n I’ve like you for a long time and I get it if you don’t like me back and you just wanted to have your first kiss it’s fine but I just want you to know, I really really like you” he finished speaking and sighed

You were shocked he even said that “Jaeden I don’t think you understand how much I like you, I’ve liked you since the day I met you, you are so kind, you are so so talented for a younger actor, you are one of the funniest people I know, and you’re so handsome--” he then cuts you off by placing his hands on your waist and placing his lips on yours.

You gasp taken by surprise that Jaeden was kissing you again so he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in (I’m cringing) and you moan, then he starts kissing down your neck sucking hickeys “Don’t leave too many marks dumbass”

Just then he sucks your sweet spot and you throw your head back, “Do you want this” he ask cautiously “Yes more than anything” then his hands go down to the hem of your shirt and takes it off leaving you in your bra and sleeping shorts

Jaeden tilts his head back with a groan and smiles “Fuck y/n you’re beautiful your killing me” and he leans forward pulling you closer, continuing to kiss your neck while his hands go to the clasps of your bra and takes it off “Oh fuck” you whined,

Then you sit on his lap with his hands resting in your waist and your hands around his neck and sighing and accepting the warmth he offered enveloping your body

You start moving your hips back and forth and he groans “fuck y/n” and he leans forward and sucks your left boob in his mouth and you let out a moan “oh my fucking god holy shit” you whined “yeah? You like that?” Jaeden said as he pulled away and looked at the hickeys on your tits and you chuckle and kiss him.

your hands reach the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and throw it to the floor and kiss down his chin and down his neck while your kissing he groans as you start palming his through his sweatpants and he whines and he lifts you up and tries to pull off your shorts but fails and you laugh “oh Jaeden baby that was sad” and you continued laughing so he flips you over and you let out a squeal and he lifts up your hips and pulls them down and you stop laughing “haha I did it who’s laughing now” and you both look at each other and let out some giggles, he lays you down on the bed and he kisses down your chin to you neck down your collarbone to your stomach and stopped by your underwear looking up at you for permission and you nod your head and he pulls them down very slowly “Jae stop teasing” you whined and he dived in, Jaeden licks a stripe through your folds, sending shivers sound your spine. His mouth attacks your heat, his tongue working wonders.

Jaeden is like a starved man, feeding on anything and everything he can get his hands on. Feasting upon you and the pad of his pointer finger came into contact with your slit. he took one finger and pushed it inside you till he was knuckle deep in, a large moan falling off of your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His finger sped up, soon being joined with another one that slipped in with ease you can feel the coil in your stomach about to snap you grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Jaeden, s-shit." Your eyes screw shut as you cum on his face; pleasure coursing through your system as your pussy clamps down around his thick fingers.Jaeden works you through your orgasm, waiting until you're fully unwound the pleasure is so overwhelming you start to feel overstimulated pulling on his hair “Jaeden” you whined but he’s so pussy drunk you can start to feel a second orgasm coming and you moaned “oh my god Jae” you can feel the coil burning and burning ready to snap “fuck your so tight your squeezing the shit out of my fingers there about to slide out” he groan in your pussy and the vibrations add to the pleasure “fuck I-I’m gonna c-c-cum oh my god” and you come all over his fingers again “holy shit thank you, thank you baby” and he lolled you through it then you get really overstimulated “Jaeden to much it’s t-too much” after coming down from your high you look down at the boy between your legs and he’s got a grin on his face. “You did so good for me baby.” he says and removes his fingers from your overstimulated pussy licking them clean “thank you baby” you said

The you play with his hair feeling the silky silt hair between your fingers scratching his scalp he lets out a low moan “god that feels good” and he kiss up your stomach to your boobs lightly kiss each one “so pretty for me” he hums deeply “what did I do to deserve such a beautiful girl huh?.” He questions and continues kissing up to your neck to your chin and finally kissing your lips then kisses to your jaw and you whisper in his ear “please fuck me”

“Okay but you have to be quite” he mumbled out while continuing to kiss all over your face but then he gets up to take off his pants and to grab a condom and you whine at the lost of contact and he copy’s your whine “do you want to have a child?” You shake your head no “didn’t think so” he said in a sassy tone and you laugh as he got back on the bed and you snatch the condom from his hand and tear it open and roll it onto him and he groans “fuck sakes baby” and you kiss the tip and lay back down he reaches down and grabs his dick and and slaps it against your pussy and you moan at the amazing feeling “baby please fuck me”he pushes the tip inside you, the stretch making you sigh with pleasure, you whined and he slides into you and you let out the highest pitch moan “oh my god oh my god fuck me” he grabs your hips with a tight squeeze

“Relax, baby,” he says, his voice mocking as he thrusts into you ever so slowly, inch by glorious inch You’re unable to speak, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure as he fucks you, the head of his cock hitting against your sweet spot with every thrust. He's also mesmerized by your tits and how much they bounce as he fucks you. You love how perfectly he fills you, you love it when he fucks you, you never want this to end

“oh god baby I’m close” you said “me too babe” You squeeze around him, whining, feeling his thumb rubbing against your clit, the sensation sending you hurtling toward your third orgasm of the night, barely able to stop yourself from screaming his name. “Fuck” his voice cracked a little and you moaned your back arches into him, and Jaeden buckles down, chasing his nearing high. You’re just about to tell him you can’t take it anymore when he cums, spilling into the condom.

His brows furrowing and his mouth agape. He lets out the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard, you never want it to end he pumps a few more times, riding out his high. “Oh, fuck.” He whispers, he stays inside of you and you could feel him get soft, he fell down onto your chest the both of you breathing heavily skin sweaty and skin sticky.

Jaeden gets up from the bed, he quickly discards the condoms and pulls his boxers on and want in the en suite and grabbed a damp cloth and came back to clean you up and while he was In the bathroom you already put a shirt on it was one of walkers and it was your favourite t-shirt he sat on the bed and cleaned you up then helped you put on a pair of underwear and got into bed and laid your head on his chest while he stroked your hair “I love you so much y/n l/n” “I love you too Jaeden Martell my beautiful boy” you move your head up and kiss him then you turn on the tv and watch the office you give him one last peck on the lips and put your head his chest “I’m really happy this happened” you said quietly “Me too it was lovely” he said and kissed you on the head “good night Jae” “Good night y/n while talk in the morning” “okay”

Then you both fall asleep into a blissful and peaceful slumber.

The End

[steddiesupportpodcast]

Meet the Podcast Team!

It's about time that we introduce ourselves, we're the team behind the Steddie Support Group Podcast 👋 Big thanks to @glitterfang for the amazing portraits 🎨🖌️

ALENA aka @peter-pantomime

Any Pronouns | Virgo | 30

I’m a veteran fan and amateur academic who loves analyzing individual characters and their interpersonal relationships, the plots, themes, symbols, and genre staples of pop culture media, and the dynamics between media fans and creators. I’m coming to Stranger Things from a long history of examining how fans participate in the process of making meaning through their interactions with media texts, and to Steddie from an even longer history of being emotionally devastated by blorbos and ships, the most notable being Destiel, Stucky, and Reddie. I love talking to people about all these ideas everywhere from Tik Tok comments to academic conferences, and so I’m super excited to have the opportunity to be a part of this podcast with so many wonderful people!

Guest & Host Appears on: Episode 4, 5, & 6

Twitter: @peterpantomime TikTok: peterpantomime Youtube: Peter-Pantomime

AMY aka @mojowitchcraft

She/Her | Scorpio | 33

I’ve been a fan of Stranger Things since day one, but fell headfirst into the Steddie hole last summer. There is no way out, I’m trapped, I’m stuck in here with them. Before Steddie I’d been an avid fanfic reader but I was always too shy to write anything. Over the past year my confidence in my writing has grown so much and I’ve met so many amazing and wonderful people in this community. Very excited to be part of the podcast team and lend my voice to our discussions! 

Producer, Host, Guest & Promo Team Appears on: Episodes 1, 4, 6, 7, & 13

Ao3: weird_witchcraft Twitter: @mojowitchcraft TikTok: mojowitchcraft

ASH aka @steddiehands86

They/He | Gemini | 37 

Joined the Steddie community around October and have been nonstop writing and cosplaying since. I have been writing on Ao3 since ‘09, but never so much as with this fandom. I’m so fortunate to be a part of this lovely group of people to talk about our brainrot in a safe, sane, consensual space… I’m also a Gemini, and like long walks in the woods. 

Guest, Mod Tech & Transcript Editor Appears on: Episode 1, 8, 11 & 12

Ao3: steddiehands86 Twitter: @steddiehands86 TikTok: steddiehands86 Instagram: steddiehands86

BECCA aka @glitterfang

She/Her | Taurus | 35 

I was a casual fan of Stranger Things up until Season 4. Now the brainrot’s got a hold of me and won’t let go. I’ve spent most of my time in this fandom as a small potatoes fan artist but have recently started writing fic as well! I love our little Steddie family and community and I’m just happy to be here. 

Host, Guest & Resident Artist Appears on: Episode 3 & 9 

Ao3: pizzabones Twitter: @glitterfangart TikTok: glitterfang Instagram: glitterfangs

BECKS aka @beccichu

They/She | Aquarius | 24

“Nope, you can’t start watching Stranger Things just because of him” were my thoughts last year after hundreds and hundreds of Stranger Things and Eddie Munson edits on tiktok. Well, after binge watching 4 whole seasons (the last one two times in a row) I fell head over heels for Steve and Eddie and into the Steddie hole pretty fast where I’ve been here ever since. I do write every now and then but my passion is cosplaying, talking about the blorbos nonstop and sharing my love for this community with others! 

Promo Team

Ao3: MsBecciChan Twitter: beccichuu TikTok: beccichu Instagram: beccichu

BIRDIE aka @audacityofbird

She/Her | Leo | 39

Bird isn’t even her real name, but she wasn’t sure if going by ‘The Motherf*cking Lizard King’ would be appropriate. Bird has been a fan of Stranger Things since the start. The ensemble cast, nostalgia and the way the show wove music into it in such a beautiful way hooked her immediately. The brain rot didn’t set in firmly enough to scour Ao3 until  2022 at the release of Season 4 but then the rest was history. A fandom lover and fanfic reader/ writer at heart, but her favorite role in fandom spaces is cheerleading, beta reading and being a part of the community. The love for these characters and the stories run deep but her gratitude for the friendships she’s formed here runs deeper. 

Guest, Mod Tech & Audio Editor Appears on: Episode 3 & 10

Ao3: audacity_of_bluejays Twitter: @audacityofbird

CADY aka @lostinadmiration

Any Prounouns | Capricorn | 33

Cady was a casual fan of Stranger Things until Eddie Munson flirted with Steve Harrington and then went and fucking died. She went online to cope with the grief, and stumbled onto Steddie art, which snowballed into discovering fanfiction, and landed her in a beautiful community of loving and supporting friends who love talking about those gay dudes! In the year of brain rot she completed two fics, has two neglected WIPs, and loves chugging out art. She also wants everyone to know she’s IYLO’s biggest fan and would love to discuss it with everyone and anyone!

Guest & Host Appears on: Episode 1, 9, 10, & 13

Ao3: lostnadmiration Twitter: @lostnadmiration TikTok: lostin_admiration  Tumblr: lostin_admiration

DAE aka @strawberryspence

She/Her | Libra | 23

Dae has been watching Stranger Things from the beginning, falling in love with the friendships and found family tropes in its core. She has always had a soft spot for Steve Harrington, this only intensified when Eddie Munson was thrown in the mix. Dae spends her time writing Steddie fics (mostly angst), editing and having mental breakdowns about gay fictional characters. 

Guest, Graphics Creator & Promo Team Appears on: Episode 4

Ao3: strawberryspence Twitter: @strawberrysomin TikTok: strawberryspence

JESS aka @mydarkdevotion

She/They | Pisces | 31

I’ve been watching Stranger Things since the beginning and fell in love so hard that I ended up getting Eleven’s 011 on my wrist in my cousin’s bedroom. I’ve been reading fanfiction way before stepping into Steddie and writing has grown more since then too. I guess you can say my friends see me as the person that would dive right into the danger (No tag reads/ No summaries) What can I say? I love surprises. Even if they end up in tears. Anyone who's seen my tiktok knows. But all in all just a real down-to-earth friendly person enjoying the thing I love.     

Guest | Appears on: Episode 5 & 11

Ao3: MyDarkDevotion Twitter: @mydarkdevotion TikTok: MyDarkDevotion

KAYLEE aka @sweetz059

She/They | Libra | 24

Kaylee has loved watching Stranger Things since she was 16, reading cutesy Byler fics and appreciating all the found family the fandom had to offer, and always having a soft spot for Steve Harrington. They didn’t really dive in until Season 3, however, when she finally was given a character that they could see themselves in. One Robin Buckley. Which just intensified her love for Steve even more. Then Season 4 happened, and Eddie Munson happened, and Kaylee finally saw the perfect match for Steve. Now they’re one fic down, and who knows how many more to go, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Guest, Host & Producer Appears on: Episode 3, 6, 8, 11, & 12

Ao3: sweetz059 Twitter: @sweetz059 TikTok: sweetz059 Instagram: sweetz059

KK aka @knormalizeknitting

Any Pronouns | Taurus | 39

KK is a genderless void who has been a nerd since time immemorial so naturally they’re obsessed with Stranger Things. They were a “normal” level of into the show, for a total geek that is, until Eddie Munson appeared and the Steddie ship set sail. Now KK spends all their time projecting Steddie onto every fictional pairing that has ever existed in media and finding new ways to torture Steve Harrington before letting him finally kiss Eddie. They’re extremely excited to be part of the podcast, make new friends on the server and talk Steddie / ST with so many lovely people when they’re not giving Steve even more trauma on ao3.

Guest, Host, Audio Editor & Mod Tech Appears on: Episode 2, 8, 12 & 13

Ao3: knormalizeknitting Twitter: @knormalknitting TikTok: knormalizeknittin Instagram: knormalizeknitting

KRIS aka @kwills91

They/Them | Gemini | 32 

I’ve written and read fanfic for many, many years, but it had been a while since I existed in a particular fandom. Then Season 4 of Stranger Things came out and I fell in love with Steddie. After mass consuming as many fics as I could get my eyeballs on, I decided that there weren’t nearly enough Steve breakdowns in them and began writing my own, and I’ve been unable to stop writing since. Hundreds of thousands of words of writing and millions of words of reading later and the brainrot is showing no signs of dying. And hopefully never will. Which is why I’m so excited to be part of this podcast.

Guest, Host & Mod Tech Appears on: Episode 2, 3, 8 & 10

Ao3: Kwills91 Twitter: @k_wills91 TikTok: kwills91

MANON @transmascsteveharrington

They/He | Aries | 26

“The binge watch format of Netflix shows hinders the growth and development of fandoms compared to linear released shows. Therefore it is unlikely that many viewers of Stranger Things will ever participate/form a fandom and read or write fanfiction-” is a sentence I once wrote in an essay in 2017 for my undergrad. Then the universe had a right laugh and several years, one gender crisis, and about 250k words of written steddie fics and countless words of read steddie fics later I am now here. I’m an avid writer and reader of stangst (Steve angst) and could talk about it for hours. That’s why I’m super excited to be part of this podcast. 

Guest, Host & Producer | Appears on: Episode 2, 6, 8, 10, & 13

Ao3: ChristinMKay Twitter: @t4teddiemunson TikTok: ger_manon

SAGE aka @miserablekingsteve

They/Them | Virgo | 24

I watched Stranger Things back in 2016. Only because my mum was watching it in the other room, and I heard Joy Division’s ‘Atmosphere’ start playing. Causing me to come running out of my room and question what she was watching. Prior to that fateful moment, I was probably holed up, writing Torchwood fanfiction or listening to the audio dramas while live posting on tumblr. Safe to say I’ve been in fandom spaces for quite some time. Yet never had written anything with as much velocity as I did when Steddie quite literally dove into my periphery. What? Eddie Munson was doing Ketamine and being ridiculous, hard not to relate to that one. I’m super stoked to have had any opportunity to be involved in fandom this much and I’m excited to see where it continues to take me!  

Guest & Promo Team Appears on: Episode 6, 8, 11 & 12 

Ao3: miserablekings TikTok: miserablekings

SARA aka @3blackhearts

She/Her | Leo | 36

I’ve been watching Stranger Things since the beginning. I loved how creative and nostalgia-driven the show is. The death (maybe, hopefully not, let me be delulu a little longer) of Eddie Munson is what drove me to read my first fanfiction ever. I hadn’t resonated with a character that much in a long time and having his ending be so unsatisfying on the show led me to want a world where that’s fixed or never happens (shout out to AUs). Since joining the fandom I’ve found my niche by making podfics, and now this podcast. In real life, I work for a local non-profit and am a visual artist.  President & Founder of the DILF Steve Harrington Fan Club.

Guest, Host, Producer, Mod Tech & Audio Editor Appears on Episodes: 3, 4, 5, 10, & 11

Ao3: 3blackhearts Twitter: @3_blackhearts TikTok: 3blackhearts

[artistictea]

Time for some @itfandomsecretsanta ! Happy holidays @reddie-set-nope​ 8) I picked the ‘Being bad at snow angels’ prompt and it got out of hand. Hope you like it!!! BONUS:

[lluvguts]

all better // reddie

pairing: teen!richie tozier / eddie kaspbrak

genre/warnings: fluff and angst, trauma, h/c

word count: 2111

summary:  Eddie has a bad day and Richie does his best to cheer him up.

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It’s just Richie’s front door.  

But no amount of convincing worked for Eddie’s mind as the sight of it warped into the small door in the sewer...With the grotesque face of the leper staring back at him. As he stared at the Tozier’s oak door he swore he saw a thick trickle of blood seep from the threshold and hear the sound of sickly, rasping breath from inside the hollow door. Just a few more moments and he’d be face to face with It..

It’s dark out, he told himself. That’s why I’m seeing things. But I’m here, Richie’s here. I’m safe. No need to be scared.

But that didn’t stop the nightmares that assailed him all night long—ever since they defeated It—keeping Eddie wide awake and strangled in worry for what could be lurking in the murky blackness outside. Eddie’s mother had caught on to his insomnia since the first week, making him take all sorts of supplements and medicine claiming to be a “sleep aid.” They did nothing to keep the images at bay. The noises. He only slept well on nights when Richie snuck over, or when Eddie drove to his house.

Richie could never know.

Eddie shook his head and knocked again. His eyes searched the window with its drawn curtains. I did tell him I’m coming, right?

But then the lock swung back and the door opened, showing the face that soothed all his worries. Richie grabbed Eddie’s arm and brought him in for a hug. He was suddenly pulled into Richie’s open chest and the familiar stink of cigarettes and black tea consumed him. It was a bold and comforting smell, one that Eddie loved. It made his nerves settle and for Eddie was unmistakably Richie Tozier.

“You look like shit, Eds,” Richie held him tightly, “On the phone you said it was a bad day, right?”

Eddie nodded against his shirt and they pulled away. I’m not entirely wrong. It was a bad day. He just doesn’t need to know exactly why. And that was the great thing about Richie: he didn’t need an explanation. He was more than happy to let his boyfriend curl up in his arms, his face still burning from fearful tears while Richie whispered little jokes or Voices in his ear until Eddie wiped his eyes and laughed. Most of the time they weren’t even funny.

“That’s alright, Eds. I’ll fix us some dinner, yeah?”

“You can cook?” Eddie followed Richie into the kitchen and sat on an island chair.

Richie pouted at him, his lower lip sticking out. “Don’t be hateful, sweetheart. Of course the Trashmouth can cook.”

“What’s on the menu then, Chef Tozier?”

“You’ll see.” Richie laughed and rummaged through the pantry.

Eddie glanced around the empty kitchen, not a single sound filled the house—except of course for Richie banging around looking for a stove pot.

“No parents?"

"Nope. My folks are out of town for the weekend, some family thing.” Richie said, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand.

“And they left you alone?” Eddie asked, unable to help the smile that drifted into his voice.

“I’m seventeen. I don’t need constant supervision.” Richie growled.

Eddie pointed to him. “Yet you were about to pour marinara sauce into a pasta strainer.”  

“Okay, scratch that. I’ll always need you, Eddie my love...Plus I promised them I wouldn’t burn the house down.”

“What on Earth are you doing with all that?” Eddie caught sight of two boxes of macaroni, lettuce, and red sauce.

He tried to stifle his giggling, but it was useless. “Rich, are you trying to make spaghetti?”

“Maybe.” He replied defiantly with an embarrassed blush.

“With iceberg lettuce?”  

Richie inspected his ingredients again with his eyebrows raised, his eyes looked more doubtful now from beneath his glasses. “..That’s a thing, right?”

Eddie sighed and joined him at the counter. “You’re hopeless, Richie. Give me that ladle,” He loosely gestured to the wooden spoon next to him while putting back the lettuce.

“This is the wrong type of noodle.” Eddie held up the box of pasta while the marinara sauce simmered on the stove—the one thing Richie had done correctly.

Richie snorted and put his hands on his hips. “Not everything can be perfect like you.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and let Richie’s arms snake around his waist. “Okay, fine. Macaroni it is.”

He waddled over to the sink—with Richie still attached from behind—to pour water into the pot. As he let the faucet run Richie bent down and kissed his bare neck softly, his glasses poking into his skin.

Eddie stiffened. “What was that for?”

“For helping me with dinner. For being cute. Why, can’t I kiss you just because?”

“Of course you can. You’re just..distracting.”

“Oh? You mean like this?” Richie laughed and placed a trail of teasing kisses up his neck, making Eddie grip the handles of the pot tighter while he fought to breathe. He knows just where to kiss me.

“Am I distracting you now?” His mouth rested just above the space between Eddie’s jaw and earlobe, his warm lips and breath tickling him. One of Richie’s hands drifted down toward his pants and Eddie stepped on his bare foot.

“Cut it out Richie,” Eddie gasped. He realized in his daze that the pot of water was about to overflow and quickly shut it off. He carried it to the stove and set it to boil, then poured in the macaroni noodles.

He turned to him. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”

Richie returned his hands to his sides and smirked. “Awe, shucks. To think I have that effect on people.”

“Only me, dipshit.”

“And that’s just fine,” Richie pecked his cheek and hugged him again.

“Feeling any better, Eds?”

“After some dinner I will be.” Eddie replied while wrestling out of the bear hug to set two plates on the tile counter. Richie drained the pasta and Eddie turned off the burners.

“Like mother, like son.” Richie said philosophically at the sink.

“Be quiet,” Eddie gave his chest a playful shove and handed him the food. They sat at the table on opposite sides, and just as he was about to eat Richie stuck his fork at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Letting you try some!” Richie pushed the fork further towards Eddie’s mouth.

“I have some right here,” He gestured to his own full plate, “And you’ve been eating off that already.”

Before he could pull his fork away a few stray pieces of macaroni slipped off the fork and fell across Eddie’s shirt, staining the front with oily red sauce. Richie’s eyes widened, and he drew the fork back guiltily.

“Gross!”

“Oh, shit. Sorry Eddie! I’ll go get one of mine!” He hopped off the chair and dashed up the stairs. Eddie took the chance to eat some of the “spaghetti” before Richie returned with a fresh shirt.

“I am not wearing that,” Eddie said firmly, picking the noodles off his lap and into his empty plate.

“Just take that off and put on mine. It’s mostly clean, don’t worry. I’ll wash yours.” Richie held his shirt out to him, waiting with closed eyes for the dirty one. Eddie diverted his eyes and pulled his shirt up over his head. He threw Richie’s on hurriedly, his face was red the whole time. God, it smells just like him.

“Okay, you’re good.” Eddie told him and he opened his eyes. Richie examined him wearing his own clothes then flashed a grin.

“Why do my clothes look better on you? And the Cutie Award goes to..”

Eddie thrust the stained shirt at him. “My ass.”

“He’s not wrong, folks!” Richie shouted into the empty hallway as he went back upstairs to the laundry room.

“You want me to clean this up?” Eddie called. Richie had left a trail of dirty dishes and stray pasta noodles in his wake as they had cooked, not caring to pick up.

“Just come up here! We’ll do it later.” came his reply. By “later,” Eddie knew he meant “tomorrow.”

Eddie headed up the stairs and sat on Richie’s bed, waiting for him. Even without him there—just for a few seconds—the thoughts came racing back, like a flip of a switch, no matter if things were happy and easygoing minutes before.

He was no longer in Richie’s room. He was on the burning asphalt with a broken arm, he was running through the yard of the Neibolt house, desperate and out of breath. He was staring directly in the face of Henry Bowers, his entire arm engulfed in flames as searing as a hot iron with Patrick’s spit stuck in his eyes. He was reliving every memory.

“...Eds? What is it? What happened?” Richie appeared in the doorway but Eddie could hardly see him through the haze; he only heard his footsteps thundering in his head as he came to his side, taking his face and forcing him to look into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Eddie? Talk to me, please,” Richie was pleading, sitting down next to Eddie and keeping his hands placed firmly on his shoulders, helping to relieve his staggered breathing.

“It hurts,” Eddie said weakly but his words got choked up in a fresh wave of tears.

“Where, baby? Where does it hurt?” He searched his face and scanned his body frantically.

“God, Richie. My head..the memories, it hurts so much. They never went away,” He cried, truly feeling every ounce of that childhood pain. Richie grabbed his sides and pulled him into his lap, his face set into a hard, serious frown that left Eddie startled.

He’s always been there for me.

“N-no,” Eddie tried moving away, “I’ve been crying..It’s gross, Rich. Let me go wash my face or something.” He sniffed loudly.

“Shhh,” Richie shook his head and held him more fiercely, Eddie could feel the beating of their hearts together against his chest. He closed his eyes and counted each rhythmic thump of Richie’s heartbeat until he could breathe again.

He brought his face to Eddie’s cheek, wet with tears, and kissed him.

“Let me make it better,” Richie whispered. He moved his lips to tenderly kiss every spot on Eddie’s face: each tear, his pink nose, his eyelids.

“It’s gone, we killed It, everything’s alright now,” He kept his lips pressed to Eddie’s temple, and as he did the ache there subsided, “You’re safe with me, Eds.”

Eddie let out a shaky laugh. “You’re such a sap, Richie.”

“Only for you.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes with Richie running his hands through Eddie’s hair. He loved when Richie did this, when his gentle fingers sent shivers down his spine. His comforting touch made different tears slide down Eddie’s face.

“Is it still there? Did the nightmares go away?” Richie asked with another twinge of concern when he felt Eddie crying quietly again into his shoulder.

Eddie tucked his face into the crook of his neck to hide the embarrassment and mumbled, “No, they w-went away.”

“What’s wrong? Why are you still crying, Eddie?” Richie leaned against the headboard so he could see the smaller boy’s face and he cradled the back of his hair.

“I’ve never had someone be so..kind to me before. Not like this. No one would ever do the things you’re always doing for me. I-I don’t think I deserve it.”

Richie lifted Eddie’s legs up higher so he was more comfortable and the smaller boy snuggled in. He spoke with his chin resting on top of his head, “I know I’m kind of an ass most of the time, but I don’t mean to be. I’m always looking out for you Eds, even when you think I’m not...It’s cause I love you.”

Those three words silenced everything and left Eddie blissfully calm—despite his frantic heart.

He loves me?  

Eddie questioned it as soon as he said it, but after thinking it over he knew Richie wasn’t lying.

Who else would clean me up after a panic attack, or wake me from a nightmare, even if I was covered in sweat and tears and who knows what else? Who else would hold me the rest of the night, even if it meant he didn’t sleep?  

“I love you too,” Eddie said against his neck. And then, after a thoughtful pause,

“But don’t call me Eds.”  

[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 12 | previously: part 11 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi!! ahh im so sorry for getting this out later than expected! i had finals this past week so i was pretty busy, but all good now :)) 💕 enjoy xx

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twelve: wear this please

After you had fully calmed down, Iida helped you carry the remaining boxes from the basement over to the venue. The rest of your friends were already there to lend a hand.

“Sorry I'm late guys. Um okay, I need about four people to help set up the chairs and tables and about four people again helping with decorations. Everyone else can help with cleaning. I can take care of the other stuff,” you explained. Your friends nodded and dispersed among themselves. You went up to the balcony in hopes of setting up the lighting system as best as you could.

The balcony was dark. You looked down at your friends. You watched as Iida and Deku speedily set up the tables and chairs. You saw Mina and Aoyama argue over the order of the streamers. Soon, another scene caught your eye. Kirishima was arranging the tables as well, placing the tablecloths and centerpieces in their desired places.

Then, the one person you didn’t want to see most of all entered the gym. Bakugou stomped over to Kirishima, grabbed him by the collar and led him outside the gym. You watched as Bakugou left with Kirishima.

Uh okay then...

You sighed. Silly of you to hope that he would come talk to you after what happened. Still, your focus needed to be on the dance, not Bakugou.

You finished organizing the lights before heading back down to the main floor. You waved your friends over.

“Thanks again for your help everyone. No way I would’ve been able to get this all done in time by myself,” You said.

“We were happy to help Y/N!” smiled IIda.

“Well, everything looks pretty good. I’m just gonna do some final touches. You’re free to go and get ready,” you explained. Your friends nodded.

“Are you sure you’ve got this Y/N? I don’t mind staying back to help,” insisted Deku. You shook your head.

“No that's okay. Anyway, I want some stuff to be a surprise for everyone,” you insisted. Deku nodded, leaving with the rest of the group.

You looked around the theatre, rubbing your eyes. You took a deep breath and began to set up the photo booth.

~

[One week earlier]

“You know what we should use the leftover money for?” Bakugou looked at you, raising a brow.

“What dumbass?”

“A photo booth!”

“That’s stupid,” groaned Bakugou. You huffed. You went over to Bakugou and stood behind him. You held a magazine and placed it in front of Bakugou’s face, your arms resting on his shoulders.

“We wouldn’t get a shitty one. We could do an open photo booth where you have one backdrop and an actual photographer. Look how cute.”

You had the magazine opened up to a life-size prop heart. The heart lit up with those old-school Hollywood light bulbs and it was a vibrant shade of red.

“I think it would be a good finishing touch. People could take pictures in front of it with their dates or friends and make stupid memories. We could even get some lowerclassman to take the pictures,” you explained.

Bakugou took the magazine from your hand to take a closer look. You left your arms on his shoulders.

“I can’t really say no to you can I?”

“Nope!”

“Fine, if it makes you that happy, we can get it princess,” he said. You gave Bakugou a squeeze.

“Thank you Katsuki!”

~

You stared at the silly prop piece. At the time, you were beyond excited for it. You thought it would really tie the decorations together. Now, it just reminded you of Bakugou. This whole Prom reminded you of him. Crazy how one second you were on top of the world with him and the next you’ve hit rock bottom. Maybe three hours had passed since you overheard Bakugou in the common area. Maybe five? Regardless, you were ready for today to be over. Maybe things going back to normal was for the better. After all, that's what you expected what would happen. You just didn’t think it would hurt this bad.

You dragged the large prop over to it’s designated area. You pinned up the gold ‘firework’ backdrop behind it and set up the camera stand. The banner reading “My Emotions Feel Like Explosions When You’re Around” hung up on the backdrop. You read that sentence about ten times. What annoyed you most about it was how it taunted you. Those words. Those words perfectly described how you felt about a certain someone, and you hated it.

We really just had to pick the longest title possible.

You finished organizing the small details, making sure everything was nicely in place. You checked the time. It was a little past 4pm. The dance starts at 9pm. You were supposed to meet the girls in your class to get ready together. You locked up the theatre and headed back to the dorms.

~

“There you are! We were gonna start getting ready,” said Mina as you entered the dorms.

“Mina, we have like five hours. Why are you getting ready now?” You asked.

“Pictures and dinner are at 7, so really we have about 3 hours,” explained Mina. You sighed.

“Okay okay I’ll grab my stuff and head down.” You went over to your room but stopped in front of the door.

What the…

In front of your door there was a small clear box with a note on it. When you realized what was inside the box, your heart dropped a little. You sighed, and picked up the box. Inside there was a corsage made with black and white roses.

The note read: ‘wear this please’.

Your eyes began to water a little and you couldn’t understand why. You entered your room, still looking at the corsage and note. ‘Wear this please’. The ‘please’ ending the sentence is what threw you off. The note was typed, so there was no way to tell from handwriting. Why would they say please? If it were Bakugou who wrote it, it would make more sense for him to write ‘wear this dumbass’. But who else would think to give you a corsage, and one that matched your dress. You wiped your eyes, setting the box down on your nightstand.

God damn it Katsuki.

You regrouped yourself and started to grab everything you’d need to get ready. You picked up your dress, makeup bag, shoes, and the little clear box. You weren’t sure if you would actually wear it, but you thought there is no harm in bringing it.

You stepped outside your room with all your things, seeing that your friends were waiting for you. You all had decided to get ready together in the dressing rooms that the school uses for plays.

“Alright, let’s go ladies!”

~

You set down your things on the dressing room counter and hung up your dress.

“Y/N, I love your corsage!” smiled Mina, pointing to the small box.

“Oh uh thanks. Decided to get myself one,” you lied.

“Okay, I need someone to help me curl my hair!” said Momo. You laughed.

“I can help.” Your friends all began to get ready. Makeup, hair spray, and perfume filled the air. You were never one to care too much about dressing up but something about doing it with your friends put a smile on your face. You continued to curl Momo’s hair and looked around as your friends pampered themselves.

All this for a 3 hour dance?

“I hope they play a few slow songs,” gushed Uraraka.

“Not like you’d have the guts to ask anyone to dance though,” teased Jirou. Uraraka crossed her arms.

“Maybe I will!”

“Slow dancing is so awkward,” you laughed.

“I think it’s cute,” said Uraraka.

“Jirou you do know Kaminari is gonna ask you to dance,” joked Momo. Jirou laughed.

“If his hands stray for even a second you can bet he will be short-circuited for the rest of the night.”

After you had made yourself ‘Prom ready’ it was time to slip on your dress. You loved your dress, it was your favorite thing about this whole Prom situation.

“Zip me up?” You asked Momo. The zipper glided up your back, securing you in your dress.

“This dress was made for you Y/N, you look stunning,” smiled Momo. Your face got warm.

“Says you, you look gorgeous.”

“We all do!” Cheered Mina. Everyone looked picture perfect.

“So? Ready to go?” asked Jirou. You looked over at your clear box. You took it, opened it, and slipped the corsage over your wrist.

“Yup. Let’s do this.”

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reddie + the historical au part two that no one asked for

Edward had changed since he’d met Richard. Everyone had noticed but, unlike Bowers, no one else seemed to mind. The young ruler no longer wished to be called Edward, preferring the much less formal ‘Eddie’. Richard, or ‘Richie’ as people had taken to calling him, was setting into the high life very well. He often greeted the public kindly, offering fist bumps and high fives to random people. He seemed quite popular and it was obvious to many why he was sticking around, often in the new king’s company.

Eddie had taken to dressing down more often, choosing casual robes and attire rather than the fancy garments his mother had made him wear when he accompanied her. Richie enjoyed pampering and lavishing Eddie with gifts, despite the fact he had everything already. He’d once returned from the market with a gaudy ruby ring for him; Eddie had been delighted with the cheap jewellery and wore it proudly on his pinky finger. But the worst thing, besides the affectionate looks, lingering touches and lack of personal space, was the fact that Eddie insisted on promoting Richie as often as he could.

“What do you think about Richie being more involved?” He’d said aloud one morning, to his group of confidantes. William and Michael agreed wholeheartedly, having grown fond of the loudmouth. Bowers didn’t say anything, hoping his distaste was evident in his expression. Lady Myra looked positively disgusted, “perhaps even Captain of the Guard?”

Bowers scoffed, “I don’t think he’s capable.”

“And he would be away a lot,” Stanley said nonchalantly, feigning disinterest in the whole thing. This seemed to pique Eddie’s curiosity, as if he’d just remembered Richie would actually have to do the job he’d given him. He shrugged, “maybe a title that would keep him here. Like, King Consort or something.”

“That’s hardly appropriate,” Myra started but was silenced by a wave of Eddie’s hand. She huffed, folding her arms and storming out of the room. Not that he noticed. He was too busy thinking about Stanley’s words.

“You don’t think that’s too presumptuous?”

"Who cares? He obviously likes you,” William said encouragingly whilst Michael nodded along. They seemed to have forgotten that Bowers was there. He certainly wouldn’t encourage this behaviour. If Sonia could see her beloved son now...

Emboldened by his friends’ words, Eddie was soon hurrying off in search of Richie. He was buzzing to tell him the good news. He didn’t have to look far. Richie was in Eddie’s bedchamber, practising his royal bows. He was looking particularly good today, his hair wild and untamed. His grin was wide and wolfish when he noticed Eddie.

“You know I could get used to all this stuff,” he emphasised his point by picking up a grape from one of the fruit bowls, popping it into his mouth, “some lady said to me today I’d make a good king. I thought she was making fun of me.”

“I’m glad you feel that way because I want you to stay,” Eddie sat at the foot of his bed, watching Richie parade around in the new robe he’d bought for him, “for a long time.”

He laughed, ruffling Eddie’s hair playfully, “well, I wasn't planning on going anywhere.”

Eddie watched him fondly, unable to stop the soft smile spreading across his face, “I was considering a position for you.”

“I like the sound of this,” Richie wiggled his eyebrows, gracelessly leaping onto the bed next to Eddie. He rolled onto his side in what he hoped was a seductive pose. If the other man’s laugh was anything to go by, he’d failed.

“I mean I suggested enlisting you as captain of the guard but I don’t think I could bare to be away from you...and if you came to harm,” it struck Richie then just how much Eddie cared for him. In the short time they’d known each other, their bond was strong and unbreakable. He would lay down his life for Eddie without question. He sat up, suddenly much closer to Eddie than he had been before, “I would like you at my side permanently.”

Swallowing, Richie reached up to move a stray hair from Eddie’s face, “you mean like...a jester? ‘cause I’ve always wanted one of those hats.”

Eddie chuckled, taking Richie’s hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to his palm, “my people have accepted you, adore you even, my friends are your friends. You make me laugh, you have made my life better since I’ve known you. I feel like I’ve known you forever. And-”

Richie silenced him with a kiss so powerful Eddie thought he was going to drown in the pleasure of it. His hands flailed until they found Richie’s shoulders; he held tight, afraid he was just imagining the moment. When they finally pulled away, Richie looked just as breathless as he felt.

“Sorry for interrupting you and I totally feel the same and stuff but I really wanted to do that,” he paused, taking several deep breaths, offering a sheepish smile, “you’re not going to throw me in prison, are you?”

"Shut up, Richie.”

And so he did.

-

"Duke of his King’s Pleasure?”

Bowers raised his head from some royal documents he’d been in the middle of signing to stare at his king, perplexed. The royal was sitting in the throne (although he used the term ‘sitting’ loosely, more like draped across it lazily), watching Richie chatting to William with a dazed look on his face. Bowers cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, your Highness?”

“Richie’s new title. Thoughts?”

Bowers resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was no secret what the king and his new friend had gotten up to last night; there were strict instructions for no one to disturb them and no one dared to. Bowers had spent most of the evening comforting Lady Myra, assuring her it wouldn’t last and she’d have her king. But even he wasn’t so sure anymore. It was quite clear to everyone that Richie was more than just one of Eddie’s passing fancies. Perhaps it really was true love. He shuddered at the thought.”

“I don’t think there is such a title, my lord.”

“Oh,” he paused, returning Richie’s enthusiastic wave fondly, “well there is now. We’re taking our first official outing today.”

Bowers couldn’t hold back any longer; he’d made a promise to Sonia that he’d protect her son but that didn’t mean he had to support him. He gritted his teeth, “if you’re not careful, your highness, people will start talking.”

Eddie finally looked away from Richie, frowning at Bowers, “meaning?”

"Well, they’ll think of you and Richard as...more than friends,” Bowers signed a final document, adding the royal seal. He made no effort to hide his distaste of Eddie’s lifestyle, adding, “it’s improper.”

The young king nodded, leaning back into his throne, “you think?”

"I do, yes.”

"So, I should be more subtle?”

"Yes,” Bowers sighed in relief, pleased Eddie was finally listening to him. 

He was beginning to think the boy was a lost cause. That he was still trying to punish his mother. If he had any sense, he’d settle down with Myra, have some children and forget all about Richie. Eddie rose from his throne and Bowers thought that was the last of it until Eddie approached him.

“I see. In that case, consider this: Richard, my one true love, High Consort, Coveter of the King’s Royal Backside, Divine Lover and Top Pleasurer. Would you prefer that?”

By the time he’d finished speaking, he was standing in front of Bowers’ table, leaning his hands on the desk, an eyebrow raised at the man in front of him. Bowers stared back blankly, considering his options. He could say what he really thought but that might end up with him banished or worse executed. He didn’t really believe Eddie that cruel but he wasn’t one to tempt fate. He sighed, defeated.

"Duke of his King’s Pleasure, it is, your Majesty,” Eddie smirked in satisfaction, fixing his outing attire. He’d made sure to go to the extra effort for his first walkabout with Richie. He was proud and wanted to show him off. As he walked away, Bowers followed, attempting one last effort to convince him to stop giving Richie stupid meaningless titles, “my lord, do you not think that Sir Richard the Wise, King Consort, Commander of the Empire, Master of the Bedchamber, Most Honoured Lord and Keeper of his King’s Love has enough titles already?”

Eddie considered this for all of five seconds before shrugging, “nope,” he flashed Bowers a happy grin and flounced towards Richie. He smiled as the other man kissed his cheek, taking in his outfit appreciatively. Eddie held out his hand, “ready, my love?”

“Hell yeah.”

[richietoaster]

As I Am, You Understand

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Richie has a date. It’s not his first date, but it’s the first time he’s felt alive in a long time. He makes sure to shower double the time he usually does, scrubbing his body with his dad’s Sandalwood and Eucalyptus bodywash, and, fuck it, he even conditions his hair too.

He feels like he’s in a movie and that’s how he knows he’s got it bad. Richie dances in the shower using the bottle as a microphone to sing loudly. He feels ignited- on fire. Honestly, it’s a surprise to him that he’s going on a date. To the fucking carnival. What kind of teen movie is this? Richie will be going to college with the love of his life type of shit? Actually, he thinks, that’s not a bad idea. 

Richie doesn’t want to think about college, to be fair. He got accepted into UCLA, the best university ever, but all his mind consists of golden brown hair and eyes, consists of his best friend, the love of his life, and-- quite frankly, he’s not sure how Eddie said yes to a date with him. Him. Out of all people.

Richie looks over to his friends at the lunch table and throws a fry at Stanley’s face. “Any you fuckers goin’ to the carnival?” He says as Stan steals another off of Richie’s plate for payback. They’re all waiting for Eddie to get his lunch and come sit with them.

“Yeah, this weekend.” Bev responds, “Ben and I are going on a date.”

“Well, good for you for finally figuring out your feelings. It only took, what? Since the eighth grade?” Richie smirks at them. He supposes he’s not one to talk, since everyone under the sun except Eddie himself, knows about Richie’s crush on him. 

“You are not one to talk,” Mike says with a pointed look. 

“Y-Yeah,” Bill agrees, “Why don’t you ask Eddie to go with you?”

“Yeah, ask him on a date.” Ben shrugs. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“The worst?” Richie asks incredulously. He counts on his fingers, “Well, one, he could say no. Two, it could make him uncomfortable. Three, he might never talk to me again. Four, he could say no. And, five, he might never fucking talk to me again.”

Stan rolls his eyes, “You’re being dramatic. Just ask him, Rich. I’m positive you’ll get the answer you want.”

Richie shakes his head, “No, nope. Mhm-hmph. I am not asking Eddie.”

Everyone’s eyes go wide, staring right past Richie. Richie feels goosebumps on his arms immediately, because oh. Oh no.. That can’t be good. 

Richie turns around and focuses his gaze on Eddie, who’s looking at him with a confused expression.

“Ask me what, Rich?”

Richie turns around to look at his friends for help, but they all exchange glances and get up to move to another table. 

“Thanks, you guys. Yeah, love you too!” Richie calls after them. 

“What was up with that?” Eddie asks, sitting down next to him, setting his tray on the table.

“I-.. Shit..” Richie breathes out a shaky breath. “I.. I.. we were talking about the town carnival this weekend.”

“Oh.. yeah, I heard it’s gonna be really fun this year.. But what does that have to do with-?” Eddie cuts himself off, and Richie can see the second it clicks for Eddie. “Richie, were you going to-?” 

This time Richie cuts him off.“N-Not like that! I mean- or- or- unless you wanted to of course? I don’t know, I figured it could be fun- like the two of us! We always have fun together. And.. And like recently it seemed like things might be feeling different between us- like- like- I don’t know, like-” Eddie covers Richie’s mouth with his hand.

“Richie. Ask me.” Richie’s eyes widen. Eddie removes his hand from Richie’s mouth.

“Eds, will you be my date to the carnival this weekend?” Richie gulps, almost afraid of this just being a cruel, and very unfunny joke. Except, Eddie’s smiling wide, and straightening up.

“Of course I will, you big dummy.” He stands and picks his tray up. “I wasn’t planning on staying long, I actually wasn’t going to even stop by the table.. but I wanted to see you guys. I have to go to the library to work on a project, but..” Eddie bites his lip and Richie really feels like he’s in a cliche movie. “I’ll call you later?”

Richie can barely process what just happened, so he settles by answering with a weak nod. 

“Great!” Eddie has a faint blush rising to his cheeks. “I’ll.. call you later, then.”

Richie watches Eddie walk away, and once he’s out of sight, he’s fist pumping the air. 

And now it’s an hour before they’re supposed to meet and Richie’s heart is booming in his chest. Honestly, Richie feels like the world’s luckiest guy. Like, for real, how the fuck did he score a date with his best friend in the entire universe? The cutest boy in mankind? It’s completely unreal, if anyone were to ask him. 

Richie arrives ten minutes early and sits on the wooden fence to wait for Eddie. He told Eddie earlier that he could come pick him up, but Eddie insisted on meeting up- claims it would be aesthetic, like an eighties movie. The cheeseball. 

But as he checks his phone each passing minute, before he knows it, it’s almost an hour. And he’s about to leave, accept that it was in fact, a cruel and unfunny joke, but he hears his name being called out.

“Rich! Richie!” He can hear Eddie sounding out of breath as he gets closer.

“Did.. did you fucking run here?”

Eddie puts his hands on his knees to breathe easier and nods, “I.. I couldn’t find my phone.. Was gonna text you and.. tell you that I’d.. I’d be late…” He inhales deeply a few times after struggling to complete a sentence. Eddie finishes, “but I couldn’t find my phone.. And then my mom was yanno.. Sonia-ing it up..”

Richie stifles out a loud laugh, “Sonia-ing it up?”

“Yeah!” Eddie chuckles. “Her being like ‘don’t go out Eddie, air is bad.’ shit like that.”

“Air is bad..” Richie repeats and continues to laugh. Eddie grins at him and takes Richie’s hand, threading his fingers between his own.

“I’m glad I got you laughing.” Eddie admits.

“Why wouldn’t I laugh at that?” 

The two walk in together, immediately going to the ticket booth and buying just enough to ride every ride if they wanted to. But their first stop is to the cheese fries. 

“Because,” Eddie shrugs, finally responding. “I was afraid you’d be upset that I was late. I didn’t want you to think that I was-”

“-standing me up?”

“Yes, exactly. But, you know that wasn’t the case, now.” 

“I’m not mad, Spaghetti. Can’t be mad at someone as cute as you.” Richie winks and Eddie’s face flushes.

“Yeah- actually, that reminds me- when did you start liking me? Because I’ve been literally pining over you for.. for.. At least freshman or sophomore year.” Eddie leads them both to a table nearby and they sit together.

“Hah,” Richie says, “I got you beat by at least a year or two. I’ve been in-” He coughs, “I’ve liked you since 8th grade when I accidentally made you trip in the hallway going to science class. You picked yourself up like it was nothing, and just smiled at me and said, ‘you’re lucky I like you’ with that little huff you do when you’re either annoyed or embarrassed.”

Eddie does the exact huff that Richie’s talking about and says, “I do not do that.”

Richie smirks at him.

“Oh, fuck off.” Eddie pauses and looks up at Richie through his eyelashes, and Richie thinks for a split second that Eddie might be debating on kissing him, but instead he continues, “I never expected in like, my wildest and probably wet dreams that you would ever like me back. But you were just babbling on and on at lunch and it just.. It just clicked for me. I figured if I didn’t help you out, you’d have a fucking stroke, so, there’s that. You’re welcome.”

“Okay first of all- wet dreams, huh? You have wet dreams about me, do you?” Eddie pushes at his shoulder and chuckles. “Okay, okay!” A quick pause. “And second of all, I wasn’t gonna have a stroke, thank you.”

“Oh, no. You definitely were. And then you had the audacity to be like ‘but it can be a date if you want it to be’ like? Have you not been with me in the same situations the past two weeks? I swear.. We both almost confessed feelings multiple times.” 

“When we were in your bed a few nights ago, your head was on my chest and I was actually terrified you were gonna wake up to the sound of it beating so loud.” Richie tells him, “You have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you then.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea, actually.” Eddie admits. And then they’re both quiet, staring at one another, not sure if they’re supposed to make the first move or not. The moment passes, and Eddie stands up, the empty box of fries in his hand. “I’m gonna throw this away real quick.”

“Yeah, no, go ahead.”

And then Eddie’s returning seconds later to grab at his hand, “Come on, let’s get in line for the Ferris Wheel.”

Richie groans, “But the Ferris Wheel always has the longest line!”

“Stop complaining.”

“Fineeee,” Richie says.

“You’re so dramatic,” Eddie laughs. “Speaking of which, are you excited about UCLA? I know it must’ve been hard picking your major. But I’m glad you went with Theater. You’re an amazing performer.”

Richie is silent for a minute. He was really hoping they would stay away from the topic. He’s terrified of the future. “I.. thanks, honestly. It’s.. It’s so weird, you know? That graduation is literally in like, a month. We have the summer.. Together.. And with our friends.. But then everyone is off to college. It’s kinda scary, Eds. Don’t you think?”

“Well, not really, since we all got accepted into schools in California. I think it’s pretty great. We’ll be closer than you realize. And.. I’ve kept it from you for so long, but.. I got accepted into the University of Southern California.” Eddie smiles softly at him.

“Eds.. holy shit, that is literally like a twenty minute drive from UCLA.. did you fuckin’ plan that?”

“No,” Eddie laughs, “But it is super convenient, right?”

“Don’t think for a minute I won’t be spending every second I can with you. You won’t be able to get rid of me.”

“Next!” The ride operator interrupts their conversation and holds on his hand for the tickets, which Eddie hands him.

They get in the cart and the guy slams the cart’s gate shut, locking the side. “Keep your arms, legs, hands, and feet, inside the car at all times. Have fun.”

They stay quiet for a few minutes, two times around the Ferris Wheel, and then Richie speaks.

“I was actually afraid you guys would like. I don’t know. Want better friends than me in college.”

Eddie looks at him, “Rich, you know that’s absolutely crazy, yeah? We could never want to replace you.”

“That’s not what I said,” Richie grumbles.

“It’s what you meant.” Eddie retorts. “But that would never happen. We’re all gonna have the time of our fucking lives in California together. Crashing each other’s dorms parties-”

“-you’re gonna be a pariter? Yeah, okay, right.”

“New school year, new state, new me!”

“It’s not New Year’s, Eds.” Richie chuckles.

“Might as well be. Anyway, the point is we’re all gonna be together.. and.. And most importantly,” Eddie links their fingers together, “We get to be together.”

“Aren’t we together right now? I mean-” The Ferris Wheel stops and they’re at the very top. “Do you want to be together? More than friends?”

“Finally you’re getting the hint.” 

Richie chokes on his own spit. “Well, I- me too. I want that to.”

“Good,” Eddie rests his head on Richie’s shoulder. “Then that’s what we are. Together. Boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends.” Richie breathes.

“And it’ll be better when we’re out of buttfuck Derry, and in literally one of the most beautiful places in the world.” Eddie says. 

“Good.” 

“Good,” Eddie agrees, “because like I said, you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, Rich.”

“Well, then I don’t plan on going anywhere, so I guess you’ll just have to get used to the fact that I’m gonna be in your future.”

Eddie pauses for a moment, lifting his head off of Richie’s shoulder, “Well.. then, here’s to the future.”

Without missing a beat, Richie looks down and tilts Eddie’s chin up. “No.. Here's to right now,” and leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips, Eddie’s hand reaching up to cup Richie’s cheek. Their mouths move slow and in sync together.

And, yeah, their future may be important, as graduation is slowly approaching and college is nearing closer, but so is this moment.

This moment is the start to a beautiful beginning; their beginning. 

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26 + 2 Various BL Series Fic Recs

Fandoms included in this fic rec list: Love By Chance, TharnType, Until We Meet Again, My Engineer, 2 Moons, HIStory3: Trapped (plus a bit of bonus Theory of Love and WHY R U?)

I’ve found a handful of good fics for all of these tiny pairings that I am newly obsessed with, and I thought I’d share them with you if you’re also looking for something good to read. Please, if you have recs of your own, point me in the direction of any other good stuff!

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

IT chapter 2 list one and two - Reddie 

Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

(All recs are complete) (I’ve noted pairings, length, and rating, but not any warnings or additional tags.)

** denotes personal favorite

LOVE BY CHANCE / THARNTYPE

1. the count up series by sweetiejelly - Tin/Can - ~34,000 words, explicit - A fix-it fic post-canon where Tin and Can slowly work out their issues with some missteps and learning along the way.

So two weeks later, when Can first does it, Tin doesn't know what to do. For the longest while, he just turns off his phone screen. And then turns it back on.

good night, tin. it's been a while but i promised to say good night. so, good night, sleep well.

Every damn time the text is still there.

In the end, Tin deletes it.

The next morning, Can does it again.

good morning, tin. looks like rain today. don't forget your umbrella.

Tin deletes it.

The texts keep coming.

2. ** LBC Aftermath series by Mara - LBC/TharnType crossover- ~6700 words, mature - Were you too horrified by Techno’s ending in LBC? This author feels your pain and did her part to get some justice for Techno. This fic has zero sympathy for Kengkla, which I deeply appreciated. This will help you work out some of your anger. It features LBC!Techno and the TharnType versions of Tharn and Type. Mind the warnings, since this deals with the serious consequences of Kengkla’s actions.

Kengkla stayed at the house through the morning and Techno was so jumpy he nearly leaped out of his skin every time Kla looked at him or talked to him. Even though Kla had explained what happened and how he wasn’t upset to be dating, Techno still felt weird. He kind of wished he remembered what had happened. A guy should remember how he lost his virginity, right?

Kla grabbed him in a big hug and Techno froze, managing a weak grin when Kla pulled back to smile at him. “I’ve got to go home now. But I’ll call you later. Let me know if you go somewhere.”

“O-okay.” Techno stared as the boy let himself out the front door.

3. 5 + 1 by strokeofluck - Tin/Can- ~3600 words, rated general - This is a sweet story about the times when Pete sees Tin having feelings for Can. 

Pete weighed his options as he glanced back and forth between Tin and Can. Can didn’t seem to be bothered by the whole thing, he even had a shy smile on his face. Or at least, Pete thought it was a shy smile, he had never really seen this kind of expression coming from Can before.

He could let this whole thing go, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. It was time for him to finally say to Tin: I told you so.

“You were born in Bangkok,” he said, casting a wide net and hoping Can would find himself caught in it.

Can did.

4. That Testified Surprise by Mara - Techno/Tharn/Type - ~7000 words, mature - This is a LBC canon rewrite that stars the TharnType version of all three characters. Type realizes something is not...quite...right with Kengkla and invites Techno to stay with him and Tharn instead of going home drunk.

Pouring Techno into the passenger seat, Type sat down in the driver’s seat and pulled the phone out to check it, entering the passcode. (The passcode was the birthday of Thai national football team captain Siwarak Tedsungnoen, of course. Duh.)

Fuck, it looked like Nic had been either texting or calling every 20 minutes since they got to the bar. What was up there?

Scrolling back through the evening’s texts, Type scowled harder. Loving brother or not, this was fucking creepy. Going back farther, it looked like it was a pattern. Did the kid do anything other than pester his brother about his whereabouts?

THARNTYPE

5. everything he wants by minkit - ~5100 words, explicit - Type accidentally ruins one of Tharn’s shirts and agrees to do whatever Tharn wants to make up for it. Which means it’s porn stretched over the bare bones of a plot, and it’s great. 

Tharn’s hands moved across the bed, slowly, inch by inch and it was frustrating because Type knew they were heading to him, but Tharn took his sweet time. And then they were covering his hands and Tharn’s face was mere centimeters from his and Type could barely breathe. It took everything he had not to lean forward and capture those lips that also belonged to him, but he had a feeling if he tried, Tharn wouldn’t let him. He had that look on his face and Type knew what it meant.

He knew he was in for a long rest of the night.

6. You’ve Got Mail by perthbysaint - ~7800 words, explicit - Type sends Tharn nudes at the most inconvenient times.

A selfie? From Type? Tharn was thanking all of his lucky stars as he happily taps to load the image. The picture loads and Tharn’s phone slips from his suddenly lax grip. Convinced he couldn’t have just seen what he thought he just saw, he picks his phone up hastily and stares very intently at the picture.

It’s a mirror selfie, obviously taken in a changing room, but that thought comes secondary to thighs. Type is holding the camera in front of his face to take the picture, shirt clenched in his other hand and pulled up slightly to show off the shorts. The fucking shorts. He had seen Type in his soccer gear before and yes, Type has most definitely asked for the wrong size and Tharn is more grateful than he’s ever been for anything in his whole life. The shorts are riding up so high they can’t cover more than a few inches of skin, Type’s smooth, powerful thighs on full display. On the inside of his left thigh, there’s a tiny purple mark peeking out from under the bottom of the shorts. Tharn knows exactly what it is because he was the one who left it there just two days ago when he sucked marks into Type’s thighs for a half-hour before he slung Type’s legs over his shoulders and ate him out until Type was sobbing fat tears and begging Tharn to let him come.

7. pet names series by LokelaniRose - ~50,000 words, explicit - A series of post-episode fics that gives us the sex that the show only hinted at, starting with the shower scene.

Tharn prides himself on his self-control. All his passion and intensity is saved for his music, when he’s safely behind a drum kit and can let it all out. He’s never been as irritated by anyone else as he is by Type and all his playground bullying nonsense. Something about the other boy just shakes something loose inside him, rattles at Tharn’s iron discipline until he has to grit his teeth constantly not to just – what? Kiss him? Kill him? Tharn has enough composure (and pride) to put up a front that’s all smiles and wry amusement, but really he regularly skips between one of two daydreams – twisting Type’s head off or fucking him into the ground.

(Tharn is absolutely not going to admit to the third set of daydreams, of curling up around Type when he’s cold or cheering him on at matches or bringing him home to meet Tharn’s father. Nope, no, definitely not.)

2MOONS SERIES

8. ** The universe where we do not commit reckless, unlubricated buttsex by startledoctopus - Forth/Beam - ~8700 words, explicit - This is a great story about Beam giving in and trying to seduce Forth the same way he seduced all of those girls in his past. This Forth is great, and the story retcons their first time to something far more pleasant for Beam.

   "We're heading into a unit on disorders of the spine and I need to review my basic skeletal and muscular anatomy. But it feels stupid to keep studying these weird-looking diagrams and drawings." None of this was, strictly speaking, factual, but an engineering major wouldn't know any different. Beam gathered up all his bravado, walked behind Forth, and began rucking up his shirts as if this were completely normal.

   "What! I..."

   "Shut up, I need to look at a real back so I know what I'll be looking at as a doctor." Forth let him take the shirts off, glancing back at him several times but giving in meekly to Beam's stern look. Forth shuffled the papers some more.

   "All right. Okay, um...Ah!" Beam smirked at Forth's reaction as he ran his thumbs down the nape of his neck.

9. Good Things Come To by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~4300 words, explicit - Kit gets drunk and reveals more of his feelings for Ming than he probably means to.

"Hmm." Kit closes his eyes and leans his head back on the headrest. "Ming, Ming, Ming. Do you know your name's a kiss? I'm kissing the air everytime I say 'Ming'!" Kit pops his mouth and it pops Ming's mind a bit. "And then I think about kissing you. Why do you make me think about you so damn much? You're so annoying, Ming. No one's ever..." and Kit leans to the side, almost like he's going to conk out or throw up, only to straighten back up. "... made me this crazy."

Oh shit. Ming doesn't know what to do with all of this information. He knew somewhere deep down that Kit likes him. Kit's eyes can't lie. Kit's mouth can't either, the cusses coming out whenever he's keyed up and flustered, and then there are his kisses.

10 + 11. ** how to fail flirt your way into his heart (a guide by Kit) and a little conversation (and a little action please) by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~30,000 words, explicit in the second part - This story makes a tiny plot divergence. It has Kit put a little more effort into finding out if Ming is really into Yo and then from there, it loosely follows the plot of the show with some key differences. I really enjoyed this.

"Can I have your number?" Kit mentally face-palms. Why? Damn Pha. Damn Beam. Just damn everything, ugh. He has never flirted in his life. Pin asked him out, okay? He doesn't know how to do this. "I'm Kit, Phana's friend," he says, trying to make it less weird.

"I'm Ming. And of course, P'Kit!" Ming flashes him an easy grin and holds out his hand.

Oh right, the phone. Kit shoves it at Ming, nearly hitting him in the chest. Great, he's acing this.

Ming smiles at him, bemused or confused, probably both, and brushes his hand, totally unnecessarily, over the back of Kit's hand as he takes the phone. "In case of emergency, right?" Ming looks up at him from under his lashes and boy, this nong is brazen.

12. ** In Control series by LokelaniRose - Ming/Kit - ~27,000 words, explicit - Kit struggles to tell Ming that he wants something other than the careful, gentle sex they’ve been having. Ming discovers that Kit has some anxiety and panic problems. He also discovers what helps him feel better. [spoilers: these two things are connected.] I love how attentive and caring Ming is throughout this series. The anxious Kit also rings true to the character we saw on the show.

But now that Kit is fretting over things, he might as well fret over this as well. So Ming is great in bed. And let’s be honest, Kit probably isn’t. He hasn’t had a hundred previous partners – okay, tiny exaggeration, but still – and doesn’t know all the fancy moves and techniques and tricks…and just like everything else, in bed Ming is somehow casual and sincere at the same time. He never seems to want anything except what Kit wants, is always happy to do whatever, to take his time making slow, gentle love to Kit. Kit knows that he always comes at least – he secretly really likes it when Ming comes, he’s not quite sure why – but what if there’s more that Kit could be doing, to make it better for him? If Kit was better in bed maybe it would make up for being a shitty boyfriend in other areas, one who can’t be nice in public or talk about his feelings.

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

13. another nightmare fic by itsmylifekay - Win/Team - ~2300 words, not rated - Team tries to sleep without Win and it doesn’t go well. 

Team’s room feels suffocating, the air too thick and the space too dark and the covers sticking to his skin with sweat. His breaths are too loud in the quiet, but the quiet itself is deafening. It reminds him of the water. The muted sounds. The frantic pounding of his heart. (The same one he feels now echoed in his chest.)

Flashes of the dream come back to him unbidden.

Everything is too dark, too bright, no way to see what way is up or what way is down. He’s trapped. Can’t get out. Can’t breathe.

14. ** Different With You by blackrose9212 - Win/Team - ~6900 words, teen - It’s open swim week, which means that the swimming club offers free lessons to any of the students who would like to participate. Team doesn’t understand why his teammates hate it so much - until he does. Great jealousy in this one from both sides. 

“Nice to meet you,” the boy gushes. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to join your group. Auntie said there needs to be at least three people, and no one was sitting across from you two. I’ve been paying attention so I already have ideas. Is that okay?” Team watches as he pulls out his books and drops them onto the table, pushing them a little farther out so they’re nearly touching Win’s notebook.

Team shrugs. “Sure, that’s fine. I don’t think Win has been paying attention so I’m glad you have an idea of what’s going on.”

Win hits him lightly at the back of the hand and Film giggles behind his hand. “Oh, no, P’Win looks very smart. I’m sure he’s been listening.” He looks at Win and smiles a little, blushing when Win gives him a smile back.

Team looks between the two of them. Then back at Film, who’s watching Win leaf through his literature textbook like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, and then past Film at the table he left from, where he sees three boys, laughing behind their hands and making cooing faces.

15. seven hundred thirteen by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~6800 words, mature - Win spends two years abroad in England, and he and Team have to navigate a long distance relationship. It’s very sweet and written very true to life. 

“I kind of hoped you were going to show up at the airport tomorrow morning and chase the plane,” Win says. He kisses Team’s hair, lingering there to memorize the fresh, clear scent.

Team says, “Is it weird that I thought about doing that?” and Win feels him smile against his shoulder.

It’s late, nearly nine thirty, and Win had plans of how to spend tonight that can’t be realized anymore. He wanted to invite Team to dinner with his family. He wanted to play video games with Team and View. He wanted to talk about London with Waan and Team. He wanted to include Team in his family’s warmth in some small way, to make him feel less lonely.

He can’t do any of that now but he still wants to sneak Team upstairs and have him in his arms all night. He wouldn’t, but he wants to. It’s been a month since he moved off campus permanently, and weeks since he was last able to spend a night alone with Team.

16. ** You Can Cry by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~19,600 words, mature - Win goes missing while on vacation with some friends. Team is left at home trying to handle it. I like the way the author built up to the accident happening. They did a good job creating tension and showing us exactly how Team felt about Win. And spoilers, this story has a happy ending.

“You’re going to fail out of university,” Team tells him. “You’re not really going, are you?”

Win rolls onto his side and perches his cheek on his hand. “What if I say yes?” he asks. “Will you miss me?”

Team’s warning look is more venomous than usual. “Not at all,” Team says, and Win smirks because that isn’t true and they both know it. “You still shouldn’t go. What if you miss the flight back? You’ll fail out and I’ll break up with you for being a dumbass.”

The very recent phenomenon of Team acknowledging that they’re a couple has its usual melting effect on Win’s heart.

2GETHER

17. ** Love Songs on Our Skin series by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~15,700 words, explicit - A soulmark AU where Tine is born with the notes to a song that hasn’t yet been written wrapped around his chest. I enjoyed how Tine’s obliviousness in the show carries over to this fic. 

Only Mr. Chic would have a song no one had ever fucking heard of permanently etched on his chest. For fuck's sake .

Still, he waves it off, and he tries not to look too closely at other people's marks. Tries being the key word. He doesn't envy the elegant watercolors of a guitar pick and an open novel he catches sight of on the wrists of some couple's interlinked hands when he's in town. And he certainly doesn't envy the dude he once saw in a coffee shop with the words " I hate you " scrawled across the back of his neck. But yeah, okay, he might be a little jealous of the people who are lucky enough to have something as simple as their soulmate's name on their skin. That definitely isn't fair.

"Why couldn't it at least have been a Scrubb song?" he asks the mirror as he wipes it clear shower-born condensation. The mirror and him are well acquainted with this conversation by now. In fact, the mirror sees the stupid mark more than anyone, so it might as well put up with his equally stupid questions. "It could have been 'Together.' Just think of it, how romantic it would be to meet some cute girl's eyes after bumping into them at a concert, my favorite song playing . . ." He draws a nail over the winding bars of the music on his chest, frowning. "That would be so much easier."

18. Drown Your Sorrows by HyacinthsSoul - 2gether/Theory of Love - Sarawat and Third meet at a bar and bond over being in love with oblivious men.

“No, he’s an angel,” Sarawat says. “Unfortunately he’s a very stupid, very straight angel.”

“Mine’s stupid too,” the other man admits. “But definitely no angel. I’m Third, by the way,” he adds, offering a slender hand to shake.

“Sarawat,” says Sarawat. “Can I buy you another? I think we’re drinking the same thing, although I can’t remember what it’s called.”

20. ** Your Body Is My Instrument by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~12,000 words, explicit - This fic does a good job doing what, in this reccer’s humble opinion, the series failed to: showing Tine attracted to Sarawat. There’s great first time sex and some fun sexual tension. Plus, we get to see them switch off, which is extremely rare in BL. And most importantly: hand kink.

It starts innocently enough. Or, well, innocently enough for a guy whose first words to him were, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kiss you till you drop.” So, you know. It starts kinda like that.

They’ve been officially dating for a grand sum total of three days and altogether not that much has changed. Except that Sarawat touches him more now. Normally this would be fine, no big deal, right? But Sarawat has magic, evil hands, and apparently all he has to do is glance Tine’s way to deduce the exact right places and ways to touch Tine to drive him up the fucking wall.

And the worst part is it’s almost never the same place or the same way twice, and the only warning Tine ever gets is that sneaky little glint Sarawat gets in his eyes just before he does it, the bastard.

MY ENGINEER

21. Cool Boy(friend) by HyacinthsSoul - Ram/King - ~22,000 words, explicit - So this is technically a WIP, but each chapter feels like a completed fic without a cliffhanger or anything. This is a very sweet, comfortable story about King and Ram getting to know each other as their relationship develops.

In the selfie King sends, he’s holding up a full shot glass while someone’s arm reaches into the frame to hand him another kind of drink, something tall with a straw and a paper umbrella. Ram frowns. Whose arm is that? The person is wearing a red long-sleeved shirt, which doesn’t match what any of their friend group was wearing, and the engineer bar doesn’t offer table service.

Frowning, Ram looks back through the previous photos until he spots a detail he’d overlooked before: a red-shirted man at a neighboring table. He’s visible in the background of two or three pictures taken by Tee, and in each of them he’s staring intently at King.

Not that it’s any of Ram’s business. Not that he cares.

HISTORY3: TRAPPED

22. it’s too late (to turn back now) by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~7200 words, general audiences - Canon divergence fic where Tang Yi pushes Shao Fei away after he saves Hong Ye in order to try and protect him. Shao Fei reacts to that about as well as you’d expect.

“Tang Yi, what do you mean-“

“I think you’ve fooled around for long enough,” Tang Yi interrupts, his voice cold, nothing like the man who had dabbed at his lips with a cotton bud last night, the man who had smiled at him when he made the cannon joke.

“You’ve disrupted my life, and the life of my family and friends in the past few weeks, Meng Shao Fei. This has gone for long enough,” he continues, unwavering. “I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. Take a good rest here in the hospital, and I’ll get someone to pack up your things back at the house. Jack will deliver it back to your apartment.”

23 + 24. ** just waiting, waiting (on you) and between you and me by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~16,000 words, general audiences - These are stories about how Shao Fei and the rest of the gang deal over the years when Tang Yi is in jail. Found family fics are my jam, so I loved this.

The thing is, it’s been almost three months of this. 90 days, give or take. 2,160 hours. 129,600 minutes. And more than 7 million seconds of this — not having Tang Yi at his side.

Shao Fei wonders for a moment if he will ever stop seeing Tang Yi in every corner of the house. When he comes down the stairs in the morning, some part of him expects to see Tang Yi standing at the kitchen island with a bright smile, asking him if he wants jam with his toast that morning. Shao Fei sees Tang Yi in that apron he loves, cooking at the stove when he fixes himself dinner, alone in the spacious kitchen. Seeing Tang Yi’s favourite blue bathrobe, Shao Fei can almost see Tang Yi leaving the bathroom, his hair all wet and falling over his eyes.

25. amuse bouche by sarahyyy - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~2400 words, general audiences - This is more of Jack seducing Zhao Zi through food and attention. So basically an extension of the show. Mother hen Jack is the cutest.

“Jack?” Zhao Zi murmurs blearily. “Why are you here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jack shoots back, herding Zhao Zi back into the house. He checks for Zhao Zi’s temperature with the back of his hand. “Fever?”

“Just the flu for now, I think?” Zhao Zi says.

Jack purses his lips. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“I had some bread earlier?” Zhao Zi says, but he also looks shifty enough that Jack mostly takes it with a grain of salt.

26. Absolutely Nothing Goes Wrong by anon - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~4500 words, teen - This is an AU where Zhao Zi is the son of a rival mob boss, but he’s still, you know HIMSELF. And when his father says he’s useless, he decides to prove him wrong by seducing Tang Yi’s second-in-command. It’s absolutely adorable.

The man pulled him by the arm, resisting Zhao Zi’s attempts to unhook his claws without causing a scene.

“Hey, stop grabbing me!” he shouted, as the other man played deaf.

“While I admit this is a very loud bar, I didn’t think it was quite so easy to mishear what this young man just yelled straight into your ear,” a newcomer who’d witnessed their conflict said lightly as he walked up to them. His words were accompanied by a wide, almost chilling smile. Zhao Zi blinked once and the odd peculiarity of that smile vanished, leaving just a regular smile in its place. He must’ve just been imagining things under the harsh shadows of the dimly lit bar.

AND +2

Because I’m shameless, I’ll add my own two fics to the end, if you’re interested.

WHY R U?

27. Sorry A Thousand Times - Fighter/Tutor - ~3200 words, explicit - This is a canon divergence for the series finale. I needed more catharsis after the intensity of episode 12.

Tutor narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides. He took a deep breath. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before you listen?” he asked. I don’t know how many more times I can bring myself to say it.

“Only once,” Fight said and then added, “if you mean it.”

Tutor crossed his arms over his chest and said, “What makes you think I don’t mean it now?”

The corner of Fight’s mouth turned up and he took a step closer. Tutor stumbled back until he was stopped by his legs hitting the edge of the bed. Fight reached out a hand and gently ran the back of his fingers over the line of Tutor’s jaw.

Until We Meet Again

28. Dream On - Win/Team - 8900 words, explicit - Takes place alongside show canon, so that we see how the bed sharing began and how Win and Team’s relationship developed over that year.

“Do you want to do well tomorrow?” Win asked, throwing one of his legs over both of Team’s.

“Yes,” Team said as he did his best to put some space between them on the tiny mattress.

“Then you need to get some sleep. I’m helping.”

“How is this helping?” Team demanded.

“Would you stop…” Win said, shifting closer every time Team pulled away. “Five minutes, Team. Just be still for five minutes, okay?”

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Just wanna say, i adore how you write reddie! If your still taking these asks, I wish you would write a reddie kinda "love at first sight fic" where they first see each other while Richies doing stand up and Eddies in the audience. sorry it sounds really cheesy but that trope always kills me (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ (also love your work!)

(thank you so much you’re so kind! )

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Eddie couldn’t believe that he let Bill convince him into coming to the stand up show at their college’s comedy club. If there was anything that Eddie hated more, it was sitting back and fake laughing along with lame wannabe comedians who found even the slightest thing funny. Never in a million years would Eddie have come here willingly, but Bill mentioned the show was for charity, and Eddie was nothing if not a good samaritan.

So here he was, sitting alongside Bill and his girlfriend Audra, listening to one of the comedians drag through their set. He was gaining a few laughs, but Eddie could tell that most of them were just faking it so things didn’t turn out awkward. It was for charity after all.

Finally, the host of the night announced that the last act was about to start, and that they had saved the best for last. Of course, Eddie doubted that was the case, as everyone so far had ranged from mediocre to absolute trash, so he wasn’t holding out hope for the best of anything. However, Eddie had been here all night, and he really could use a real laugh.

When the final act stepped out, introduced as Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier, Eddie went to roll his eyes, only to halt as they landed on the person stepping out onto the stage. His jaw dropped as he got a good look at the man; tall, lanky, glasses and really curly hair. Eddie never really thought he had a type, but if he had to point it out, the man in front of him would be it.

“Oh- wow,” he breathed, leaning a little over the table, completely missing the shared look Bill and Audra gave one another. He really couldn’t care less anyway, his eyes were on the man in front of him. His set began, and unlike the other five comedians before him, Richie was genuinely funny, cracking jokes about his real life and Eddie felt stitches form in his stomach from all the giggling. There was even a moment that Eddie swore their eyes locked and Richie winked right at him. It was probably just all in his head though, like it always was with guys.

He was extremely disappointed when the set came to an end, but made a note of Richie’s announcement of when he would be next on the stage. When he stepped off the stage and the lights came up, Eddie turned to see Bill and Audra were staring at him. “What?”

“Little lovestruck there, Eddie?” Audra asked, nudging him in the side. “He’s handsome isn’t he?” She added, moving her head to the stage where Richie had vanished. “You should go talk to him, he’s really nice. We have a few classes together.”

Bill started nodding his head at the same time Eddie shook it, “Oh no, no no no. No way. You know how I get when I speak to people. I go all...weird. I’d scare him off. Nope, sorry. No can do. I’ll just admire from a distance.”

“Well you better put some distance, because he’s heading this way,” Bill grinned and Eddie squeaked, turning around to make a break for it, only to bump into Richie himself. Now they were on the same level, the height difference was even more prominent and Eddie had to stop himself from blushing.

Richie grinned down at him before turning to his friend, “Hello Audra, Bill. You didn’t say you were bringing along a cute friend. Might have warned a guy.” He glared at Bill and that was when it clicked for Eddie. This was a set up. Bill dragged him here so he could introduce him to Richie. That bastard. “Nice to meet you, I’m Richie.”

Eddie froze up, his eyes widening and he could feel his usual antics build up. “I- I’m uh, I’m Eddie-”

“Eddie, cute name for a cute guy.” Richie winked and then looked up. “Hm, looks like we’ve been ditched. Care to join me for a drink, Eds? I swear I’m funnier when I’m not on stage.” He held out a hand and for the first time...ever, Eddie didn’t hesitate to take it.

“Sure. I’d love to.”

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Reddie meeting on a flight and maybe richie is a first time flyer? ❤️

Eddie had settled in, accepting the champagne from the stewardess and spreading out his newspaper in front of him, ready to read it during take off.

He used to hate flying but he’d learned how to make it manageable- one drink, a few newspaper articles and half of a sleeping pill was his magic formula. He’d take the pill once everyone was boarded and usually woke up about the time they were landing. It was perfect. 

“Hey thanks I’m just sorta- well fuck look at you.” A man appeared next to Eddie, scruffy and unkempt.

“Coach is back there.” Eddie said, barely glancing up.

“Nope, I’m first class all the way, next to you cutey.” The newcomer said, falling into the seat next to Eddie. “My agent insisted.” 

Eddie glanced at him. He vaguely recognized the man but couldn’t place him.

“Are you an actor?” 

He shook his head, “I’m much lower in the celebrity caste system, I’m a comedian. Richie Tozier,” He said, sticking out his hand and grinning at Eddie. Eddie found himself grinning back. He’d seen videos of the man’s comedy sketches, funny enough and definitely attractive. He was even better in person, even if he dressed like a bargain bin sale.

“Eddie Kaspbrak.” Eddie replied, shaking it. 

“Well Eds you look like a pro over there.” Richie said, pointing to his set up.

Eddie nodded. “I fly a lot for work.” 

“Sexy.” Richie strapped in and looked around. “I don’t. Ever. I haven’t been on a plane before actually. Always insisted on driving but you can’t drive to Hawaii. Which is dumb really, it’s 2019 can’t we build a fucking highway across the ocean already? I mean come on. What the fuck? Make it happen Elon.”

As Richie rambled Eddie took a longer look at him and immediately noticed how nervous he looked, beads of sweat had formed on his forehead as the flight attendant announced that the doors were closing. He had a death grip on the armrest, looking like he was ready to leap up and demand to be let out.

“Do you want a sleeping pill?” Eddie asked.

“Nah, that shit makes me vomit. Not sexy. Especially with this first class cutey next to me. I’ll just suffer through it, people do it every day right?” Richie said as he ordered a beer and whiskey from the flight attendant. Eddie got another champagne, impressed with Richie’s ability to flirt while also being terrified.

“Flying isn’t bad.” Eddie said as their drinks came. “Especially in first class.”

Richie nodded then downed the whiskey in one go. He clearly didn't believe Eddie.

The plan was starting to move and Richie looked panicked. “Are we taking off?” He asked, leaning over Eddie to look out the window. 

Eddie pushed him back. “No we’re taxi-ing. Jesus you are nervous.” 

“Only completely.” Richie said, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. “Planes are fucking tiny metal lunchboxes that fly hundreds of miles up in the air. I’d be stupid not to be. Humans aren’t meant to be up in the air. We aren’t fucking geese.”

Eddie watched, worried that Richie was minutes away from dry heaving. He took pity on the man.

“Here,” He said, offering his hand.

Richie opened his eyes and glanced over. “You gonna jack me off? That would definitely take my mind off things.” 

“No you asshole, you can hold it.” 

“Oh, well, that’s not as good but alright.” Richie said, slipping his hand into Eddie’s. “Wow your hand is rough.” Richie said, looking down at him. “I thought you were like an investment banker or some shit. Are you with the mob? Don’t kill me man, I’ll pay I swear. My horse just needs to win one race!”

“Are you always like this?” Eddie asked, shaking his head at Richie’s rambles. Richie shrugged as if to say ‘maybe’. “I work in finance but in my spare time I fix old cars.”

Richie looked at him, eyes flicking over Eddie and his tailored suit. “You in coveralls? That’s gotta be sexy. Do you end up covered in oil? Sexy oil?”

Eddie fought a blush, glaring at the man instead. “You can’t be that panicked if you’re hitting on me.”

“That’s not true at all. Maybe I’m aiming for a final fuck before I die.” 

The plane started to ascend and Eddie’s reply was cut off by Richie’s low scream. He held Eddie’s hand tightly, gripping it as they rose.

“Talk to me about your cars, please.” Richie said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I need to focus on anything besides the fact that my stomach is still on the runway and the rest of me is rising into the air.”

Eddie nodded and started telling him about an old roadster he was fixing up. Richie threw quips at him but mostly let Eddie talk until they leveled out. He finally relaxed as the flight attendantannounced that they could use approved electronics.

“Fuck, okay. I didn’t shit myself so that’s good.” Richie said, slipping his hand out of Eddie’s and running it through his hair. Eddie was only a little disappointed. “Thanks Eds, for your help.”

“No problem.” Eddie said, thinking about how he’d missed his window for his sleeping pill. He rummaged in his bag for headphones, planning to watch a movie.

“Ah shit, I didn’t bring those.” Richie said enviously. Then he snapped his fingers. “Let me watch with you.” 

“The flight attendantwill give you a pair.” 

“But they’re always shitty. Come on, it’ll be fucking romantic, like in the movie.”

“Or gross, these go in your ear.”

“Please?” Richie pushed his bottom lip out, pleading with him. “Make my day and let me watch a movie with the cutest guy in first class.”

“Only first class?” Eddie asked, playing with the ear bud.

“Well I didn’t really get a look at coach sooo...”

Richie waited and Eddie gave in, handing him an earbud. Fuck, this wasn’t like him. Normally Eddie hated talking to people on planes, he didn’t see the point, but Richie was worming his way into Eddie’s heart.

”Fuck yes, you’re the best.” Richie said as he lifted the arm rests and moved in. “Let’s watch a comedy. Something where everyone is on land.”

“You’re very comfortable with other people.” Eddie remarked as Richie leaned over him, flipping through the movies.

“Only with cute guys who saved my life.” He replied with a wink. 

Eddie’s mouth dropped and snapped shut. He had no idea if Richie was actually interested or just teasing him but he liked it.

It took a while but eventually they settled on a movie- which Richie then proceeded to talk through, telling Eddie why he would have been a much better pick for Amy Schumer’s love interest than this schmuck. Eddie laughed more at Richie’s jokes than anything in the movie.

The lights were dim in the cabin by the time the movie ended and Eddie let out an unintentional yawn.

“Shit I kept you awake didn’t I?” Richie asked, his glasses reflecting the bright screen. 

“No, no, it’s fine.” Eddie found he didn’t want to sleep. The trip was only about six more hours and if he slept he’d miss out on the remaining time he had with Richie, something that he found he really didn’t want.

“It’s cool, I’m tired too. Here.” Richie grabbed the blankets the flight attendant had given them and draped one over Eddie, effectively tucking him in. 

Eddie started to protest but then Richie leaned in, smiling. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” Then he kissed Eddie’s forehead and Eddie melted. 

“Fine.” He replied, grumpy at how easy it was for Richie to get him to agree. He leaned back and watched Richie do the same.

He didn’t remember falling asleep but when he woke up he was laying on Richie’s shoulder, curled next to him. Richie was snoring softly and only woke up a little as Eddie moved back. The flight info showed that they had just under one hour left until they landed.

Eddie crawled over Richie, heading to the bathroom and splashing water on his face. He reminded himself that he barely knew this guy, he shouldn’t be so hung up on the the man.

The ‘fasten seatbelts’ light flicked on as he was in the bathroom and when he returned he saw a very shaky Richie, his eyes wide with panic.

“Richie!” Eddie rushed to him, taking his hands. 

“This is it, the plane is going to crash and I’m going to die in my third favorite Hawaiian shirt.” Richie told him with absolutely certainty. 

Eddie crawled over him and back to his seat, taking both of Richie’s hands again. “You aren’t going to die. And if that one only ranks three I’d hate to see one and two.”

Richie laughed. “Fuck, I’m going to die without even kissing this hilarious cutey.”

Then Eddie did something that he would normally never do.  He leaned in and kissed Richie, brushing their lips together briefly. Richie kissed him back, his lips following Eddie as he pulled back.

“Eds?” 

“To take your mind off your impending doom.” Eddie said, knowing that he was bright red.

“Well I’m still scared, we’d better do it again.”

Eddie scoffed but leaned in, kissing Richie again and for longer. Richie kissed like Eddie thought he would, messy and with everything he had. If they’d been anywhere else Eddie knew how this would have ended, with him on top of Richie, riding him. The admission made him both horny and disappointed.

“You know,” Richie said when they pulled back minutes later, his eyes bright. It seemed like he at least wasn’t terrified anymore. “I’ve heard about this mile high club and-”

“We’re about to begin our descent. Everyone please buckle up.” The flight attendant’s voice called over the loudspeaker. 

“Next time.” Eddie said, leaning back in his seat. 

Richie grinned and leaned back too, bringing Eddie’s hand to his lips and kissing it quickly. The landing went well, Richie only crushed Eddie’s hand a little, and soon they were on the ground, grabbing their carry ons and heading off the plane. 

Eddie wasn’t sure what happened now. Richie had bolted off first, claiming he’d been holding a piss for the last eight hours because he really didn’t want to die in a bathroom with his pants down. Eddie milled around, trying not to look like he was waiting for the other man. 

When Richie emerged from the bathroom his head whipped back and forth and he grinned as his gaze settled on Eddie. “Thought you’d left.” He said, walking over and standing in front Eddie. 

“Not yet, unless you want me to?” Eddie resisted the urge to shift his weight as he stared at Richie.

“Not at all.” Richie hesitated then asked. “Can I take you out? Maybe make up for my death grip on your hand with a nice dinner?” 

Eddie didn’t bother to hide his smile. “I’d love that.”

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[sparkie96]

AU: parent!au (also Omegaverse, cuz Dante has Cereza’s babies) Trope: exes (Cereza and Luka used to date) Prompt: “You had no idea, did you?”

Dante narrowed his eyes at the newcomer as he looked over the top of his magazine, trying not to look like he was watching, but also not helping himself. It was a man who was taller than Cereza, which Dante didn’t think was scientifically possible, and evidently was a very good friend of hers. He watched “Luka” put his hand on her shoulder, his eyes looking into hers fondly...romantically. 

Dante growled low in his chest, burying his face deeper into the magazine, “Good friend, my ass.” he muttered to himself. 

“Did you say something, love?” Cereza called over to Dante. 

“Nah, just reading something.” Dante lied, cocking a brow at her “Friend”, “Who’s this guy again?” 

“The name’s Luka Redgrave.” Luka introduced himself, tipping his hat at the Omega, “Photo-journalist and aspiring writer. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” 

Dante gave the man an unimpressed once over before going back to reading his magazine, “Nope. Sorry.” 

Luka gave the Omega a look before sighing and going back to Cereza, Dante watching him once more. He eavesdropped on their conversation, listening as Luka talked about a case involving demons and angels alike, asking Cereza if she was absolutely sure that Dante was the man for the job. If she was absolutely sure she wanted Dante’s company and not his own, since Luka considered himself qualified. 

Dante laughed aloud at that, “You? What? Are you a witch too?” 

Luka sneered at the devil-hunter, about to make a retort until Cereza cut in between them, “Okay, boys. Behave. We have a mission to complete and I’ve no patience for your childish behaviors.” She scolded, looking to Dante with a sincere smile, “And you know better, darling.” 

Dante mumbled something under his breath before setting down the magazine, “Fine...I’m gonna go check on the babies before we get moving. Just to make sure Patty and Nero can handle them.” 

He slammed down his magazine before going upstairs, Luka and Cereza watching after him before Luka turned to Cereza, “What crawled up his ass?” 

Cereza sighed as she put her hands on her hips, watching her white-haired mate, “I think someone is a bit jealous…” 

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Dante was quiet the whole car ride up, watching the passing scenery while occasionally turning back to look at Luka and Cereza, both sitting in the front seats. The Omega grunted as he tried to stretch his legs out once more, not liking how cramped it was back here. Cereza offered to push her seat up, but Dante didn’t want her to have cramped legs. He spread himself out in the backseat, but his legs were still bent at the knees due to the lack of space. 

“Ah!” Dante shouted as Luka hit the breaks, sending the Omega flying into the back of Cereza’s seat, “Shit! What the hell was that?!” 

“Sorry,” Luka said, but Dante sensed it wasn’t sincere, “Thought I saw something in the road.” 

Dante flashed him a glare in the rearview mirror, “Right…” He growled, righting himself before fastening his seatbelt, “So, is your driving always as bad as your outfits?” 

Luka glared back at him, “I’m a very good driver...usually.” 

They made a stop at one of Rodin’s secret shops, Cereza informing them that she would be right back. She then reminded them to behave and that the car had better be in one piece when she came back. They both begrudgingly agreed. With that, she left and went inside the seemingly abandoned building just outside, leaving the feuding Omega and Beta alone. 

There was a tense silence between them before Dante broke it, “So...what are you to her?” 

Luka raised a brow as he looked at Dante through the mirror, “What’s it to you?” 

“Well,” Dante began, his hand on Ebony, “I wanna know if I’m gonna have to worry about some son of a bitch stealing my mate and the Alpha Mother of my children.” 

Luka’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, “Alpha Mother of your children? Wait...you two have kids?” 

Dante chuckled at that, “You had no idea, did you?” Luka shook his head, “What kids did you think I was talking about before we left?” 

“I don’t know!” Luka admitted, “I thought you two ran an orphanage or something!” 

“Nope!” Dante said with a cheshire grin, “We have three little demon babies.” He said, pulling a picture out of the breast pocket of his coat before showing Luka proudly, “Reddie, Greenie, and Blue.” 

Luka looked at the picture in shock, “Huh...guess that makes me an Uncle.” 

“Now you are,” Dante said, “Though, not their favorite Uncle. Vergil holds that position. And I sure as hell wouldn’t let you be their stepfather.” 

“Stepfather?” Luka asked, before laughing, “Oh...so that’s why you’re so hostile toward me...don’t worry, she’s all yours.” He said, handing the picture back, “I was the one who broke up with her due to creative differences.” 

Dante accepted the picture, tucking it back in its hiding place, “Creative differences?” 

“Apparently, my car insurance doesn’t cover Angels and Witches.” Luka admitted, “And neither does my house insurance...or health insurance.” 

“...you’re the one who got his back broken in the bedroom.” Dante realized, laughing, “Yeah, she can be a bit rough.”  Luka rubbed the back of his neck in memory, chuckling as well, “You’re telling me.” 

[gazebobullshit]

tell me when 

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier ( reddie )  rating: teen ( for language )  word count:  2284 summary:  Richie and Eddie spend a night in, Eddie asks some important questions. gift for: Christine ( ladystvrk ) for the @it-fandom-exchange ao3 link: here

“Alright, alright Trashmouth!” Eddie’s hands are up, half empty beer dangling from his right. “If you were so sure, then when did you know?”

Richie snorted, his own beer nestled in his lap. “Are you seriously asking me when I realized I had a crush on you?”

“Yeah, well-” Eddie opened his arms out in a challenge, face flushed from the drinks he’s already had that night. “You keep saying since we were kids and I’m calling bullshit.”

Richie can’t help but laugh at that, elbow resting on his knee and body leaning forward to support his chin on his open palm. “I know. Hard to believe that I, Derry’s number one pussy slayer, was in fact very gay for one Mr. Edward Kaspbrak.”

“Please. The closest you’ve been to a naked woman is Bev in her underwear.”

“Ouch Eds.” He pointed with his free hand, “I mean you’re not wrong, but- ouch.”

“C’mon. I’m serious.” Eddie straightened his legs out on the floor, enough to bump his socked foot against Richie’s knee. “When did you know? And be real with me Tozier, no jokes.”

“Fuck. If I’d have known we’d be playing twenty questions tonight I’d have vetoed the booze.” He straightened, hands pressing against his face, pushing his glasses up into his hairline. He could feel Eddie tapping at his knee with impatience and he grumbled low in his throat as a response. Hands dropping enough to let his glasses slide ( somewhat ) back into place. Just enough for him to glare at Eddie over the tops of his fingers. “Give me a goddamn minute. We only got these memories back like four months ago.”

“Bullshit. You’re fucking stalling.”

“So what the fuck if I am? It’s embarrassing.”

“Please Rich. I want to knoooow.”

Richie might have found it amusing, even borderline adorable,  that tipsy Eddie got whiny. His cheeks flushed as he took another sip of his drink, shooting Richie a look that’d put the puppies in those adoption commercials to shame.He looked so comfortable, and far more at ease than Richie thinks he’s ever seen him, even back when they were kids.

“Okay. Okay. Just- don’t fucking laugh at me.”

“Absolutely no promises, but continue.”

That earned Eddie a middle finger, which got Richie double the response back.

Richie settled back against his couch, head tilting up towards the ceiling. He knew of course, how far back the crush went. Maybe not the exact date and time when he’d realized it, but he did know a vague enough answer.

“Well, there’s that summer.” And sure, saying it like that’s kind of vague, but they all know what ‘that summer’ usually refers to. Sweet summer of ‘89 with its clown bullshit. “I was kind of ignoring it until then.”

“The crush or the-”

“Both.” Richie shrugged, nail scraping at the label on his beer. “Figured if I just never shut up about how much tail I was getting on the reg’ people wouldn’t notice, you know? Or I dunno, fake it till you make it, I guess.” He flinched, letting his head fall forward again but keeping his eyes squarely off of Eddie’s face. “It took Bowers being an asshole and the clown chasing me through Bassey as that fuck ugly lumberjack for me to think, ‘Hey dickhead. Maybe this is a thing.’”

“So, what? When we were thirteen? That tracks I guess. You were extra annoying that year.” Richie might not have been looking at him, but he could hear the expression on Eddie’s face. That frown of consideration that made the wrinkle between his brows more prominent. “Still not seeing the whole crush on me thing.”

“Eh, I’m getting there.” He exhaled, shifting where he sat, lifting his beer to take another big sip. When the bottle was back in his lap he let his gaze drift, spacing out somewhere in the general area above Eddie’s head. This memory, unlike some of his others, was crystal clear and distinct. The very first one to hit him when he’d walked into the Jade and set eyes on Eddie for the first time. It was almost...too much to look at. The colors are too vibrant, the feel of the wood assaults the nerves at the end of his fingertips. He got a splinter that day and he can feel it now, like it’s been digging itself under his fingernail for the past twenty-seven years. It takes him a minute to wade through all of that to find his words again. “Remember the Kissing Bridge?”

“Of course. Isn’t that where Bowers got Ben the day we met him.”

Richie winces, and nods. “Yep.” He pops the ‘p’ on that, “Well, I didn’t go there to carve up new kids like Thanksgiving turkeys. Call me old-fashioned but I kind of prefered the original purpose.”

“Oh God. Don’t tell me. You fucking didn’t.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh my God Rich.” Eddie snorted, “What the fuck.”

Richie finally let his gaze drop to Eddie’s face only to find Eddie trying to muffle his laughter with the palms of his hands.

“Hey! I told you this was fucking embarassing!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think- Jesus Christ Richie, the Kissing Bridge? Are you serious? You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Fuck you.” He pointed a finger at Eddie, wagging it in the air between them. He’s trying to be serious but the grin on his face and the laughter in his voice is giving him away. “I thought it was fucking romantic, and it wasn’t like I was about to confess my undying love for your hyperactive ass.”

“You’ve gotta be bullshitting me. There’s no fucking way. Nope. I don’t believe it.” Eddie’s head is shaking, and he’s leaning back on his hands. “You know I’m not about to step foot in that town again to check.”

“Hah, but that’s where you’re mistaken. You don’t have to do shit. I took a picture.”

“Bullshit.”

“Get ready to eat your words Kaspbrak.” Despite himself he was grinning as he shifted to pull his phone from his back pocket. Thumbing quickly to clear the screen of the avalanche of twitter notifications and angry messages from his manager. Pulling up his camera roll he pulled up the snapshot he’d taken of the Kissing Bridge just before he’d left town, his old carving done up fresh and standing stark against the wood. “Read it and weep, bitch.”

Tipsy Eddie did not have the sort of hand eye coordination necessary to catch a phone but Richie tossed it anyway. Then laughed as the other man fumbled not to drop it before it flopped face down on his lap. Once he could actually look at his screen, Richie watched as his eyebrows did some complicated gymnastics routine on the upper part of his face, mouth turning down in a frown.

“I can’t believe you’re serious.” He squinted, fingers moving to expand the picture, before he glanced back up. “This shit looks too fresh to be from 1989.”

“Recarved it.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.” He brought his beer back up to his lips, drinking the last of what was left in one quick gulp. Tongue dragging out  to lick his lips before continuing. “You almost died-”

“But I didn’t.”

“Right, but you didn’t.” He shrugged, “I don’t know, it just felt cathartic. I thought maybe if I carved it again I could just leave all those feelings there. Put them to rest.”  He gestured between them vaguely, “I didn’t think- I mean, I had every intention of keeping it to myself for the rest of forever.” He never once thought he’d be here, with Eddie. That talking about all this shit would be so easy, embarrassing sure, but easy nonetheless. Because Eddie knew and Eddie was here, and despite everything Richie woke up with the man of his dreams half tucked under his side.

Eddie was back to staring at the picture, only this time his face was all pinched in thought. “So that’s when you knew? When we were thirteen.”

Richie moved, stretching to put his bottle on the coffee table, before settling back in his spot. “That’s when I accepted it. Realizing it was a lot more fucking embarrassing.”

Eddie looked skeptical. “More embarrassing than carving our initials on Derry’s horny make-out spot?”

“Remember the day we met?”

“No! Richie- Richie we were six years old! No fucking way.”

“I told you this shit was embarrassing!”

“You were not in fucking love with me when we were six.”

“Hey! You’re the one holding my phone. Go ahead, dial my mom, ask her! I swear on Ben’s perfect abs I told her I’d marry you the second she picked me up from daycare.”

“I’m not- Richie it’s like 3 in the fucking morning where they are. No.”

“Then you gotta take my word for it.” He lifted his hands, palms up towards the ceiling. “Your mom dropped you off and you looked so mad about it. I thought you were one of those kids who bursts out crying the second their parents left them alone, but nope! You were just pissed because everything was a mess.” He laughed, and this memory- this memory wasn’t like the other one. It was faded and delicate. When Richie picked it up he felt like he had to be careful or he’d risk tearing it apart, like an old piece of film. Bits and pieces shone through well enough, the things that he’d always liked about Eddie since the start. His loud, fast voice, and animated hand gestures. The way his fanny pack looked too big and cumbersome, especially back then when he was nothing but tiny hips and twiggy legs.

The way he’d looked at Richie like he found everything he did physically repulsive, and yet didn’t pull away. Instead he’d clambered all over him, manhandled him into obedience so he could apply brightly colored bandages to the scrapes and bruises on Richie’s knees. All while yelling about cooties and calling him a dummy.

He expected to hear Eddie laughing, but when he looked up, he was looking at Richie’s phone, thumb pressed lightly to the screen.

“Eds? Spaghetti?”

“Don’t call me that.” Absent and automatic, without bothering to look up.

“Which one?”

“Both, dipshit.” One eyebrow arching up as their gazes finally met for a moment, before Eddie was taking his beer and downing the last of it in a series of furious gulps.  

Exhaling, he set the empty bottle down next to Richie’s, and held  the phone out. Not like he was handing it back, but so that Richie could see the screen. The picture had been shifted, zoomed in a little off to the side to show a different part of the screen. Another carving, faded with time but still visible.

R, with a heart around it.

“Eddie…”

“For the record. It was that summer for me too.” When their eyes met over the phone Eddie’s were intense and focused. No signs of the alcohol in his system, though he was breathing a little harder. “You told me to look at you. You kept telling me to look at you instead.”

They both swallowed, not really wanting to relive that moment, but finding it bursting through their defenses unbidden anyway. For Eddie it was the way the clown’s hand had felt on his face, the pain of his broken arm, and the smell of rancid breath washing over him. For Richie it was hearing Eddie scream, seeing the clown standing over him with drool dripping from IT’s jaws.

Then it was just the two of them. Richie’s hands on Eddie’s face, his voice yelling at him to look away. Just like it was the two of them right now, only instead of chaos and children screaming, the world was quiet, like it was holding its breath.

“I can’t believe you gave me shit. You’re just as big a sap as I am.” Richie’s voice sounded hoarse to his own ears.

Eddie just smiled, pushing up onto his knees so he could close the distance between them. Dropping Richie’s phone in his lap, before lifting that same hand to tilt up Richie’s chin. “You’d probably think I was body snatched if I didn’t give you shit, admit it.”

“Touche.”

Eddie’s head lowered, Richie could taste the beer on his breath and it made him feel drunker than any of the alcohol he’d had that night. Light-headed and wanting. Head tilting to the side to accommodate the kiss he felt like he’d die without.

“One more question.”

“Jesus Christ, Kaspbrak. You’re going to kill me.” He groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. This close he could feel Eddie’s laughter like the rumble of a distant thunderstorm vibrating the air between their bodies.

“Do you still love me?”

Richie’s head snaps back up slightly, one eyebrow trying valiantly to reach his hairline. His hands had settled on Eddie’s waist, but now he let them slip down the rough fabric of his jeans. Giving him a brief pat on the ass, before he hooked the back of his thighs and guided Eddie into his lap. “Eddie my love, that is the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.”

“That’s not an ans-”

Richie can only hope that the kiss they share, just like every kiss that came before and all the ones he prays are still to come, will be answer enough. When they pull apart it’s with Eddie’s hands cradling his face, and a dopey smile slowly spreading across Richie’s features. “I love you Eddie Kaspbrak.”

Eddie beams, actually beams, and Richie feels his heart stutter. “I love you too Richie Tozier.”

“Sap.”

“Oh fuck off, Trashmouth.”

[tozierpunks]

re: the losers having kids who become friends

Stan and Patty planned for kids; they were definitely trying before that call came. So when IT is defeated and Stan is a-okay, they finally get the babies they want. Jennifer comes first; she’s a firecracker of a kid. She’s loud and she’s uninhibited and she’s everything that would’ve exhausted Stan as a child. He adores her. He combs her hair at night before bed, and ties ribbons in her pigtails before school, and he’s so incredibly proud to be her father.

After deciding to have their two (and absolutely NO MORE) kids close together, Patty gives birth to little Andrew. He’s very much a follower, and hangs on to his sisters’ every word. She gets them into all sorts of shenanigans, and Andy is a dutiful baby brother. He’s constantly got his thumb in his mouth; which is CUTE.

Stan brags to the other losers that his kids never fight.

Bill and Mike take their time getting together; Billy has a divorce to get through after all. As soon as it’s all said and done though, they start looking to adopt. It doesn’t take long at all -- in fact, it seems like... fate. Whether it is or isn’t, Mike is awed when their little Lucy stumbles through the door.

She has a fairly large burn on the left side of her face, which will become a permanent scar. Her parents died in a car crash, which gave her the mark in the first place. Mike says she looks like an angel, which rapidly gets her out of her shell.

They adopt her as quickly as they can. Then it occurs to them, one CRUCIAL fact they didn’t quite consider: the world............. is horrifically dangerous.

Most of their time is spent keeping Lucy’s curious behind out of trouble. She’s the Tommy Pickles of the kids; danger is her middle name and she also laughs in the face of it. She’s got courage but also... no offense to Bill, but she’s got his Big Stupid. She finds a feral cat and - despite it scratching her to ribbons - she wants to take him home and give him a bath. Mike has to quickly yeet her out of the bathroom and trap the cat inside before calling animal control.

Ben and Bev? They have five (5) kids, which... is on brand. Two sets of twins; Milo and Miles, followed by Olivia and Owen, and then finally their baby, Archie.

Milo Hanscom is a sweet lil poundcake; he’s very much like his dad. If a conversation isn’t going EXACTLY how he mapped it out in his brain, he will turn and walk away with no added explanation. On the other hand, Miles is a lot like his mom. He’ll sneak cigarettes and he’s incredibly smart; he’ll swipe a bag of candy from Keene’s store and sell each piece for a quarter on the schoolyard. Bev has no idea where he gets his income, but she is SUS.

Miles and Jenny are actually best friends; as toddlers, they would go up to each other (sneak up, really), and smack each other on the heads as a greeting.

Olivia and Owen are as close as sisters can be; they have their own language, and both of them are brilliant, scholarly girls. Owen will absolutely stab anyone in the way of her GPA. They’re the masterminds when they’re babies: all those shenanigans the Rugrats get into? Owen or Olivia hatches the plan, and they have their older brothers wrapped around their fingers! So they have the muscle to back up their ideas.

Archie is the super sweet baby child. He is SCARED. Of EVERYTHING. He cried during his first haircut. Animals terrify him. As a baby, he’d sob when the sun disappeared behind clouds. Ben tried playing peekaboo with him once, and Archie was inconsolable bc “WHERE IS MY DADDY?!?” Those kawaii stress balls - the squishy things with cute faces? THOSE are harder than Archie Hanscom.

Finally, we have Richie and Eddie’s kids: Julian and Deana. Biologically (because yes, they chose surrogates), Julian is Eddie’s, whereas Deana is Richie’s. And... it kinda shows through their behavior.

Julian is the first of the Losers 2.0 to say no to his parents. His first word: No his second word: Nah-uh his third word: Nope his fourth word is stinky, but that’s neither here nor there.

HE KEEPS BREAKING SHIT. Ofc it’s an “accident.” How far can this lamp tilt? How much water is too much for the doggie bowl? How much of this lotion and toilet paper can he fit in the toilet? (He counts to twelve, but to be fair, he skips numbers 3-11 cause he doesn’t know those. “1, 2, 12.”) How much Julian can fit through the doggie door? (the answer is half)

Now Deana-- they panicked in the hospital. Eddie grabbed Richie by the shoulders and said, “Every gay couple our age has a pet or daughter named Diana. We can’t name her after the princess.” and Richie goes, “Psh, of course.” and haphazardly scrawls and “e” over the “i” on her birth certificate.

Julian is one and a half years old when he meets his baby sister, and Eddie carried him in to see the newborn infant. Her weird beady eyes terrify him, and his immediate response is to smack her lil face. This instigates their childhood long fight, because they don’t stop for the next thirteen years.

On Julian’s third birthday he asks for them to take Deana back to the hospital bc, “she’s stinky, and I hate her,” and he smiles like :D when he proposes the idea. He’s convinced Deana is broken because she refuses to eat; she’ll suck the salt off fries, and eat a lil piece of pepperoni off the pizza, but other than that, no thanks!

Now when you get all the kids together? Ultimate chaos! Jenny and Olivia lead all the others on their bikes to ride around Derry, and when Miles finds the Barrens, those girls have the brilliant idea to build a clubhouse. Ofc neither of them wanna get dirt under their nails, so they enlist Miles, Milo, Lucy, and Julian. Deana keeps trying to eat the dirt, and Julian is huffy bc he has to stop her.

Archie screams every time a bug flies by, and Lucy gives him her sweater (she knows he likes it, because it’s a pastel green and v. soft), telling him, “My daddy made this for me, and it protects you from monsters, if you believe it does.”

Throughout digging, each of the kids rotate who brings snacks and games. The Hanscom kids always have a great haul (mostly because there’s more grabby hands to raid their pantry), and everyone is so-so when it’s Julian and Deana’s turn, bc the only sugary thing in their cupboards are cereal.

While everyone’s digging (they’re about two feet into the project at this point), Andy and Owen are playing a game of scrabble. Neither of them wanted to get their hands dirty! Much to Owen’s surprise, Andy wins. She’s not a good loser, and she very huffily throws the board a couple feet away. Andy, a patient and good sport, goes to get it, when he falls through the large mound of leaves.

All the Losers 2.0 panic (Jenny “strangles” Miles as she shouts that her parents will be SO PISSED if she let the earth eat her brother), and are relieved when he pokes his little head out from the leaves. He looks excited, and he shouts, “GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”

Julian puts Deana in her wagon (which all the other babykids ride in too, so Deana, Archie, Lucy, and usually Andy) and pulls them over - with Milo’s help ofc, and Olivia is the first to venture down. She turns on a flashlight and echoes Andy’s excitement, “GUYS, LOOK!”

Climbing down the ladder, one by one, the kids marvel in complete awe at their discovery. There’s a swing, a dusty old hammock, and even a super old-looking stereo. With a little elbow grease, this hole could be turned into EXACTLY the clubhouse they wanted. Their entire summer goes to making the clubhouse a perfect hangout spot.

One night, while the original Losers Club is having a barbecue, Patty asks, “Where do you think those kids run off to all day?”

Ben fondly thinks back on the clubhouse he and his friends created together, and he can only hope his kids find something half as great. “Probably somewhere fun,” he says.

“It’s probably how it was when we were kids,” Richie says, looking at each of his friends. “The best.”

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[lluvguts]

extra sugar // reddie

pairing: modern! richie tozier / eddie kaspbrak

warnings: none!

word count: 1964

summary:  Richie has been going to the same coffee shop for a week now but the barista still won't get his name right.

Richie’s stomach did a little flip when he opened the cool glass door into the coffee shop. Not because of the menu, showcasing their outrageously priced drinks, but at the young barista behind the counter. Richie couldn’t seem to shake that jittery feeling, he got his coffee from the same place every morning and still that kind face smiling back at him sent a new shiver of want every time.

The first time they’d met was a week before. A Friday, filled with Richie scrambling to get his stand-up act written on time in the early hours in that secluded coffee shop before his theatre class started. Richie had noticed between sips of a sugary mocha latte that the barista was sneaking careful glances at his hunched, furiously typing frame from behind the bakery display case. An older woman had taken Richie’s order before he sat down, but that didn’t stop the younger boy from hiding behind the large glass of pastries so Richie might be led to believe he wasn’t staring. But today, it was him taking Richie’s order, like it had been ever since he’d decided to return for some good coffee over the weekend—and to see those warm brown eyes again.

The barista did a small wave, inviting Richie into the comforting blanket of coffee smells and churning espresso machines that he’d grown to appreciate. Richie’s wallet, however, was not as happy. Each drink was eight dollars or more.

When he’d stepped up to the register his heart did that annoying jumpstart again, almost surprised to see the familiar face. The name Eddie was written with a practiced hand on one of the pins tied to his apron, among other buttons and colorful patches. Of course he knew his name , but he’d never stopped to examine the array of shiny pins across his chest. Richie took note of the newest addition to Eddie’s pin collection: a rainbow pride flag nested under his name tag, its colors glinting bright and well, happily in the golden house light.

“What can I get you?” Eddie’s voice brought him out of his head. He flashed a grin, making Richie’s heart lose it. “The usual?”

“If by ‘usual’ you mean whatever sends me into heart failure the quickest, then yes ,” Riche replied, gaining enough of that on-stage confidence to smirk back, earning a blush from Eddie.

“How about I surprise you?” Eddie turned to the screen in front of him, punching in a few details to the order, giving Richie the perfect amount of time to realize how many freckles spanned across Eddie’s softened features. And maybe even imagine how delicate his fingers would have to be if he’d let his hands brush across those flushed cheeks. Or what else his long fingers could brush over...

Nope. He saved those thoughts for when his classes were over and for nights spent in bed alone, after rehearsing his lines while inhaling microwaved instant ramen. Not right now when he was standing in front of him.

They’d only made small talk at the register, and every time Richie’s hands touched Eddie’s to get his coffee (knowing now was really the only time to say something) his mouth wouldn’t open. He’d remain frozen in place, the only sign of life chugging through his sleepy system being his wide eyes as he read the name on the cup. Or rather, the misspelled name . He had been keeping track of Eddie’s butchered attempts at writing Richie Tozier, finding it to be a constructive use of his free time—and a wonderful reason to flirt back.

Just Rich. Chee. Mr. Toziér. Richi Tozeer.

At that point he wanted to yank the coffee cup from Eddie’s hands and write his own damn name for him. Just to have an excuse to see if his palms were calloused and weathered, or warm and plush like he fantasized them to be.

Richie dug into a pocket of his skinny jeans for his wallet. “Go ahead, surprise me. But extra sugar .” Eddie nodded at this but was still focused on the register.

“Roger that. I’ll bring it to your table,” Eddie said with a wink.

“Thanks Eds,” Richie said back and handed over the money. Eddie lost all of the teasing glint he’d had before, instead he fell into his repertoire of shy little smiles. He was flustered and Richie found it very adorable.

“Oh, it’s just Eddie.”

“I know, I just like seeing that look on your face.”

Eddie stiffened, ignoring the other customers waiting behind Richie. “ What look?”

He chuckled and went over to an empty couch. He plopped down with his backpack while Eddie scooped a shaky cup of coffee beans into a grinder, trying not to blush and look his way.

Richie watched Eddie make his drink, peering down the edge of the counter to see that despite the growing overcast outside he was wearing shorts—ones that hugged his upper thighs and made Richie curse him to the depths of hell for even thinking of wearing them. His mind started to go south so he quickly slipped his backpack over his lap to hide his excitement at the sight of Eddie crouching down to rummage for new coffee syrup in a low cupboard—it was a serious effort to tear his longing gaze away from those painfully visible legs. He got out his phone instead, opening up some mindless puzzle game with a pounding heart so he’d stop thinking about the stupid barista with the cute ass only a few feet away. But that stupid barista was all he could think about ever since he saw him...

A to-go cup was set before him on the little rustic table, followed by a voice. “Mind if I join you? I’m on my break.”

Richie stopped sorting bright, pixelated candies and looked up at Eddie’s hopeful smile and the waft of steam peeking out of the plastic coffee lid. Before he said anything back he turned the coffee cup around until he could see the name scrawled in sharpie.

“‘ Riche Tisher ?’ How are you further off than yesterday?” Richie laughed, then nearly choked. Written after this was a phone number. Eddie’s phone number.

Eddie shifted on his toes, blinking nervously at the floor. “I know your name. I just liked seeing your reaction every time. It was um, kinda cute.”

Richie cleared his throat and hoped his next words didn’t sound too idiotic. “ Oh . Well, thanks, I guess.” Richie made room on the couch then hesitantly lifted his backpack off his jeans to set it on the floor. He kept his eyes level with the table so he wasn’t too tempted to glance down at Eddie’s bare legs dangerously close to his. He screamed at himself to say something other than his default of: a flirty insult or half-heard blubbering, but Eddie pointed to the cup.

Richie almost visibly sighed in relief and reached for his drink. “What‘s in it?”

Eddie smirked. “Surprise, remember? You tell me.”

Richie stared at that shiny rainbow pin on Eddie’s apron as he took a sip, consumed with the sweetness of honey and lavender.

“It’s my favorite thing on our menu. And the least pricey,” Eddie said.

“Well that’s good, cause I’m going to go broke after all these coffees.”

Eddie pondered over this. “You do come here often. Do you live in the area?”

“Actually, I go to the college a few blocks down. But the dorms suck.”

Eddie’s brown eyes livened at that information. “What’s your major?”

“Performing Arts. I wanna do comedy, but for now I’m stuck doing acting.” Richie said and returned that interested stare.

“Yeah, the dorms really do suck.”

Suck was an understatement. Half the time Richie’s roommates only showed up at the crack of dawn, tripping over themselves they were so wasted, to collapse onto—usually—Richie’s available bed and wouldn’t move for the rest of the morning. Even if Richie was still under the covers, fighting to breathe under their immense weight.

“You go there too? How come I never see you?” Richie tried not to sound overly eager.

“I take night classes...So I can still work,” He said with a tentative smile.

His face fell. “Oh. Sorry, I don’t know why I didn’t realize that.”

“You know, to be a great comedian you have to be able to pay attention,” Eddie teased.

Richie had been paying attention, but maybe not to all the right things.

He exposed the side of the coffee cup with Eddie’s number on it. “Well, if I’ve been reading my audience, it looks like someone is trying to get me to call them.”

Eddie let his eyes wander to Richie’s backpack, where he too had a rainbow pride flag pinned to its front. His eyes widened and the color faithfully returned to his cheeks.

If Richie thought he had it bad, Eddie outshone his awkward attempts at conversation in the very attractive, breathless, asking-a-guy-out category. “Yeah, you definitely hit the mark on that one. Maybe, if you want to, of course...We could um, get dinner sometime? If you’re not busy— or if you aren’t seeing anyone! I totally didn’t realize. Well, if you want to?...”

Richie hadn’t really been listening, ironically enough. He was too caught up in that warmth on Eddie’s face, almost able to feel the heat of his embarrassment from across the couch. Eddie sat waiting for a reply, and in place of one Richie leaned forward with a delicate hand, just to let his fingertips touch the curve of Eddie’s jawbone. Only briefly, the slightest feel of his cheek, his racing heart, trailing a finger down to his chin, then hesitantly returning to his lap. Though bold, it was the only way to communicate with his actions what his stammered words had failed to say for the last week. Hey, I think I like you. You’ve got a cute face, too. See how soft it is?

Eddie’s breathing was reduced to a short little stutter in his throat, eyeing Richie’s hand with surprise as it was no longer against his cheek.

“Y-You certainly a put on a good show,” Eddie said when he could use his lungs again, shifting to stare at Richie’s dark eyes. It was like the rest of the coffee shop fell away, and Richie found himself stuck in a scene he didn’t know the lines to, with no stage directions to rely on. There were no wings, no gaping audience—only his own feelings to drive him forward. Only Eddie next to him.

Richie took the empty cup, swirling around the last dregs of honeyed coffee before examining the number so he could type it into his contacts. “This is only the first act, Eds. You could come by my dorm before your classes start? We’ve got pizza. A five star meal, of course.”

He grinned. “It’s Eddie . So is this... play, a comedy or a tragedy?”

Richie pretended to be deep in thought. “I was thinking something along the lines of a romance , but it’s totally your call. We could Romeo and Juliet this bitch and both die in the end.”

Eddie playfully bumped Richie’s shoulder, then glanced at his phone for the time.

“I gotta get back to work, but...dinner? Around seven?”

“Perfect.”

“And, if this is only the first act, ” Eddie toyed with one of the bracelets on Richie’s wrist. For a shy little barista of a man, he sure could flirt. “How many scenes are we talking here?”

Richie gave him a knowing smile. “You’ll have to wait and see. And thanks for the coffee, Eds.”

He frowned at Richie’s expectant grin, fighting the urge to smile through his irritation. “That’s not my name.”

“‘Riche’ isn’t mine either!”

[tinylilemrys]

So due to some tumblr ask box fuckery, I published this prompt by accident this morning before I filled it, so the post format is a little off.

Anyway, here is the prompt from @softbeefeminist:

I have a whole list of reddie prompts but the one I've been thinking about the most today is never have I ever (I haven't seen a lot of the sleep over game trope for them which is odd because they're kids) Essentially they accidentally confess, possibly through a specific pointed never have I maybe Mike says he's never had a crush on a member of the club as a way to make Ben lose but accidentally winds up making all the losers put up a finger.

Thanks so much for this! It was really fun to write.

Never Have I Ever

Richie knew Bev was trying to catch him out before she even opened her mouth. She had that gleam in her eye that meant she was scheming and he braced himself accordingly.

“Never have I ever been so scared of Ronald McDonald that I hid behind my friends when we went for shakes and he was there doing a kids’ party.”

“Fuck off, Ringwald,” said Richie, putting up a finger for what felt like the millionth time since the game started. The Loser’s Club laughed and though Richie was used to losing at this game, it was starting to get ridiculous. It wasn’t his fault he was the friend who did all the crazy shit. Well, okay it kind of was, but that didn’t mean he should be punished for it. They were all staying over at his house – surely that should grant him some kind of immunity?

“Jesus, Rich, how many is that now – like fifteen?” laughed Eddie.

“Twenty,” Bev responded, wearing that shit-eating grin that Richie both hated and loved. “Out of twenty seven questions.”

“For fuck’s sake, what did I ever do to you guys?” asked Richie, putting down his hand again and preparing himself for the next round.

“You’re just an easy t-target,” Bill replied.

“Yeah, you’re fun to annoy,” Eddie added, eyes sparkling mischievously. Richie relented. It was hard to stay mad when Eddie was smiling at him like that.

“Don’t worry, Richie, I’ll go easy on you this time,” said Stan. He seemed genuine enough, but knowing how good Stan’s poker-face was, there was every possibility that he was lying through his teeth. “Okay, here’s a good one. Never have I ever had a crush on another member of the Loser’s Club.”

For a moment, no one moved. Richie’s own heart was beating against his ribcage and his palms began to sweat. There was no way Stan knew, was there? He’d been so careful.

Slowly, Ben raised a finger and then Bev, who was watching Ben with wide eyes. Bill followed after and then Mike, who was staring determinedly at the ground. When he turned and saw that Eddie was looking at him with his finger raised, Richie knew he couldn’t lie. He raised his finger too, though he would go to the grave swearing that he was madly in love with Bev if that’s who it turned out the rest of the Losers had a crush on.

“Holy shit,” said Stan. “That was not how I thought this was going to go.”

He glanced around at the rest of the room. Bev’s cheeks were filling with colour slightly and Ben looked as though he’d been hit over the head with a mallet. Bill was glancing over at Mike who still hadn’t looked up. When Richie turned back to Eddie and realised that he was still staring at Richie, wearing a similar expression to the one on Ben’s face, Richie’s stomach swooped.

Perhaps…

“So I guess we move on to Truth or Dare, then?” said Stan. “Ben you can start since you were the first person to put up your hand.”

Ben looked like he was going to throw up.

“I’ll go,” said Bev. “I pick dare.”

“Hmm, okay,” said Stan thoughtfully. “If you still have a crush on someone here, I dare you to kiss them. Otherwise, I dare you tell us who it was.”

Bev took a deep breath and then a step closer to Ben before pressing her lips to his in a sweet, gentle kiss. She pulled away beaming at Ben who in turn looked dumbstruck for a moment, before his face broke into the biggest grin any of them had ever seen. Richie was happy for them, there was no doubt about it, but there was also no denying that it complicated his plan to pin all his feelings on her if it turned out that Eddie liked someone else.

“Bev, who are you picking next?” asked Stan.

“Richie,” said Bev and his heart sank. She’d been playing mean the whole night and it wasn’t likely that she was going to stop now. “Truth or dare? I promise I’ll actually take it easy on you this time.”

There was no way he was telling the truth, but there was also no way he was going to be able to kiss Eddie if that’s what she dared. Or her for that matter. He was screwed. However, there was a softness to Bev’s eyes that suggested that maybe she was telling the truth about taking it easy. Taking a deep breath, he made his choice.

“Dare.”

“Aha. I dare you and Eddie to go play ding-dong-ditch at Eddie’s place.”

“Bev, are you shitting me?” hissed Eddie. “It’s past midnight. My mom would kill me.”

“Not if you’re fast,” said Bev with an evil grin. “Good luck.”

“I hate you so fucking much sometimes,” said Eddie, glaring daggers at her.

“Come on, Eds, it’ll be an adventure,” said Richie. He tried to sound braver than he was, but his heart was still racing. The fact that Eddie had been staring at him so intensely, like he was only interested in seeing whether or not he would put his finger up had to mean something, right?

Eddie’s house wasn’t far from Richie’s, only a couple of blocks, but with neither of them saying a word, the walk felt excruciatingly long. There were several times where he tried to start the conversation, but the words lodged uselessly in his throat. He was saved from the burden of having to say anything when he heard Eddie take a deep breath with his inhaler. When he turned around, Eddie was putting it away, eyes fixed on Richie.

“So, uh, you had a crush on someone in the Loser’s Club,” said Eddie, with a nervous quiver to his voice.

Well, fuck. They were in it now.

“I, uh, still do actually,” said Richie, fighting the urge to screw up his face in embarrassment. “How about you? You still suffering through your crush?”

“Kinda. Though, I guess the term ‘suffering’ depends a lot on how the other person feels.”

“Well Bev and Ben have made their feelings pretty clear, so I guess if it was one of them you’d already know whether you’re suffering or not.”

“It’s not Bev or Ben,” said Eddie.

“So it’s definitely a guy then?” Richie’s heart was already running away with itself, despite his best efforts to rein it in.

“Is that a problem?” Eddie replied, stopping in his tracks. Richie turned to look at him, and even in the ghostly white from the moon and streetlights overhead, Eddie looked paler than usual.

“Not at all,” he replied, reassuringly. “It would be kind of hypocritical of me anyway.”

“You mean your crush isn’t Bev? It’s a guy too?” Eddie’s voice was so filled with hope and oh how Richie suddenly longed and prayed for that hope to be about him. Surely that was too good to be true, though? There had to be some catch from the universe.

“I guess so,” said Richie, before setting off again for Eddie’s place, feeling overwhelmed that they were having this conversation at all. Eddie stayed rooted to the spot for a moment before following.

“I’m taking it that it’s also not Ben?” said Eddie, who’d had to jog a little to catch up with Richie’s long strides.

“Definitely not Ben.”

“Bill?”

“Nope.”

“Mike?”

“For fucks –“

Richie stopped again. They were almost at Eddie’s driveway. He lowered his voice, knowing how nosey Sonia Kaspbrak was when there was any kind of activity on the street outside.

“Look, we could eliminate all the possibilities one by one, or I could just grow a pair and tell you that I’ve been in love with you for almost as long as we’ve been friends and that if it turns out that you like another one of the Losers it’ll kill me, but I’ll try – “

“Oh my god, shut up,” said Eddie, clasping a hand over Richie’s mouth and dragging him to crouch behind a bush as a light at the house next door went on. Eddie looked at Richie apologetically. “Sorry, if Mrs Johnson sees us out here, she’ll definitely call my mom. She’s kind of a dick.”

“She would be with a name like that,” said Richie, though it was so muffled through Eddie’s hand he doubted he could understand it. He still didn’t know if Eddie felt the same way and the suspense was going to murder him long before Mrs Johnson or Scary Sonia would. He gently pulled Eddie’s hand away from his mouth and looked him in the eye.

“Eddie,” he whispered, taking a deep breath to get him through the rest of the sentence. “Please, for the sake of my sanity, is it me or someone else?”

Eddie reached up a slightly trembling hand and placed it on Richie’s cheek, swiping his thumb softly along his cheekbone. Though his hand was cold from the frosty October air, it was also the warmest thing Richie had ever felt in his life.

“Of course it’s you,” he said with a shy smile. “It always was.”

When the light next door went off a moment later, Eddie immediately sprang to his feet.

“Jesus, Spaghetti, warn a person,” said Richie, scrambling to his feet with his heart racing at the sudden change in atmosphere.

“Sorry,” he said, “but if we’re going to do Bev’s stupid dare, this is our chance.”

And before Richie could say anything in protest, Eddie was dragging Richie up the steps to their porch.

“As soon as I ring the bell twice, we’ll run and hide around the side of the house. She won’t think to look there.”

Richie had never been more in love.

“See, Eds, this is the kind of shit that makes me so crazy about you. Here we are in the middle of the biggest, most important conversation of our lives and you’re interrupting it for the sake of being a brave little bean doing shenanigans. Where else would I ever find anyone as perfect as that?”

Eddie didn’t respond, but Richie saw the pleased smile creep across his face. With hands still trembling, he reached up for the doorbell and pressed it once, then twice and without even waiting to hear if Sonia would come ambling to the door, the two of them ran. Eddie jumped the railing with a practiced ease and though Richie thought he would have no issues following suit, his foot caught the top of it and he tumbled to the ground. As the door began to swing open, Richie tried desperately to get to his feet and was rescued a moment later when a hand reached out and pulled him into the shadows next to the Kaspbrak house.

“Fuck me, that was close,” breathed Richie.

“Shh,” Eddie giggled. They were standing close together, probably closer than he’d ever stood in front of Eddie before and what little space there between them felt suddenly charged like it was full of electricity. It wasn’t even spoiled by Sonia’s furious threats to call the police on her invisible assailants.

“Eds, can I… I mean, can I kiss you?”

Eddie didn’t reply, but a second later Richie felt Eddie’s lips on his and the rest of the world disappeared.

It wasn’t his first kiss. He’d kissed Sally McCarthy after school one day a few years back because they were both bored and kind of curious about what it would be like. It had been awkward and weird, made only weirder when he had heard Eddie walking past the classroom he and Sally were in, calling out his name.

This was completely different. This was right. Eddie seemed nervous and hesitant at first, despite being the one who initiated the kiss, but once Richie reached up to splay his hands across Eddie’s soft neck and jaw, he seemed to gain confidence, pulling Richie closer and even slipping his hands up between Richie’s jacket and his shirt.

When they heard the front door slam, the two of them pulled apart.

“Just so you know, I carved our initials into the Kissing Bridge,” said Richie. “That’s how much of a heartsick cliché I am.”

“I did too,” laughed Eddie. “So I guess we’re both pretty sappy.”

“God, what do we tell the Losers?”

“I’m pretty sure Bev already knows. That’s why she sent us on a dare outside of the house – so we’d have a chance to talk without the rest there.”

“Holy shit, I knew it. She’s an actual hero,” said Richie. “Look, I mean, do you want the rest to know?”

“I guess I don’t mind them knowing, but the thought of telling them is…”

“Super embarrassing, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, let’s not tell them then. We’ll just do our thing and if they find out they find out. Saves us a conversation we don’t actually need to have.”

“Yeah, okay. I like that.”

Richie couldn’t resist giving Eddie another soft kiss.

“Well then, with that decided, shall we?” He held out a hand for Eddie to take.

“Hell yeah,” Eddie replied, threading his fingers through Richie’s. Richie forgave every romantic comedy he’d ever scoffed at as he walked down the street holding hands with the boy he’d been in love with forever. It really was as magical as they made it look.

When they arrived back at Richie’s house, it seemed that everyone was getting ready to settle down to watch another movie, although Bill’s sleeping bag was now a lot closer to Mike’s and Ben and Bev were cuddled up on the sofa. When Stan came through with an enormous bowl of popcorn to see that Eddie and Richie were holding hands, he rolled his eyes.

“Fucking Ben. I was just trying to catch out Ben,” he muttered to himself as he made his way back to the living room.

Eddie stood on his toes to press a kiss to Richie’s cheek.

“Never have I ever been so happy that a Stan Plan backfired,” he muttered against it.

The fingers that weren’t tangled with Eddie’s stayed firmly in Richie’s jacket pocket.

[toyboy-molloy]

reddie but eddie is richie’s bodyguard | part two | part three

If there was one thing Richie Tozier was proud of, it was his fans. They were much like him - loud, desperate for attention and knew how to have a laugh. He’d never particularly worried about his safety. There was the odd overzealous fan who would sneak into his dressing room and take a memento or break into his hotel room. Richie always shrugged it off, even sharing a drink with the fans before his manager, Steve, dragged in hotel security to escort them out. Eventually, he’d had enough and insisted Richie hire his own personal security before things got worse. The comedian was reluctant. It wasn’t his style, he didn’t want to appear unapproachable to his fans. But that all went to shit the moment he met Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie first met him in his dressing room after one of his shows. Steve had hurried him backstage and through the crowd before he could even say a word, slamming the door behind them. He caught Richie’s eye immediately and he wasn’t disappointed with what he saw. Eddie was shorter than he expected but he was cute, lean, nice smile, lovely eyes. The whole package. Steve was busy pouring drinks, indicating the bodyguard as he did.

“Richie, this is Eddie Kaspbrak, the guy I was telling you about,” Eddie nodded in acknowledgement, accepting his drink of water from Steve. Richie didn’t say anything, choosing instead to glare at his manager. Steve rolled his eyes, knocking back his shot of whiskey, “I know what you’re gonna say, Rich, but that’s three times this week you’ve had a close call. What if next time they’ve got a gun?”

“What, you think he’s gonna stop them?” Richie indicated Eddie, who looked up, frowning slightly. The comedian hadn’t meant to offend him and quickly added, “no offence, man, but you know, you’re like five feet tall.”

“Five nine, jackass. It’s average height.”

It sounded to Richie as though that wasn’t the first Eddie had said that. The thought made him smile. He placed his empty glass on the coffee table and folded his arms, facing Eddie.

“Have you ever beaten anyone up before? And I’m not talking about for lunch money.”

Eddie and Steve exchanged a glance, the latter giving a single quick nod. In an instant, Eddie was on his feet and rolling up the sleeves on his jacket, “okay, asshole, you think you can take me?”

Richie smirked, “are we talking a fight or...?”

“Yeah. A fight.”

Richie wanted to laugh. The man was a little spitfire, small and angry. He wanted to wrap him in a blanket and play with his hair, not fight him. He glanced at Steve, noticing he was setting a handful of tissues and a bottle of whiskey on the table. He shrugged, stepping closer.

“Okay but I don’t wanna hurt-”

Eddie punched him, not hard enough to break his nose but hard enough to knock him off balance and stumble into the chair beside Steve. He held his throbbing jaw as Steve smugly handed over a pre-made ice pack. Richie grumbled, pressing it to his bruised mouth. Eddie sat beside him, tenderly dabbing at the small cut on his lip. Richie stared at him in awe, sighing dramatically.

“Okay, now I’m hard,” Eddie laughed, ducking his head to hide the cute little blush on his face. Richie smiled, too, “and you’re hired.”

-

“Well, this is me,” Richie said as he and Eddie entered his apartment. Immediately, the bodyguard swept the apartment, checking the windows and various rooms, “you don’t have to do that. I’ve been away on tour so the place is empty.”

"Does anyone use the apartment whilst you’re gone?” Eddie was frantically tapping away on his phone. Richie shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Nope. I mean, Stan waters the plants and looks after Beef Jerky but apart from that it’s just me.”

Eddie paused his typing, looking up curiously, “Beef Jerky?”

“My cat. BJ for short,” he said with a pleased smirk, “you should see the look on the neighbours faces when I call him in the mornings.”

Eddie didn’t know why but he found himself laughing, shaking his head as he continued to make notes. He’d never had a client make him laugh as much as Richie did. He’d also never enjoyed working a job as much as this one, despite only having had the assignment for a couple of hours. Richie was a great guy, funny, charming and good-looking. His stupid large glasses that kept slipping down his face, his wide goofy smile. Eddie could get lost in his eyes if he wasn’t careful.

“Okay, I’m going to need a list of friends and relatives you trust so I can give them clearance,” Richie nodded understandingly, watching Eddie pace around his messy apartment, “I’m gonna head home. We’ll go over basic defensive procedures in the morning. Here’s my number if you have a concern,” he handed over a card, displaying his personal contact number and emergency number, “lock the door behind me, don’t let anyone in you don’t trust.”

“Do you wanna stick around?” Richie almost blurted out the question, swallowing urgently and slowly adding, “you know, off the clock?”

Eddie looked amused as he removed his coat and jacket, draping them over the chair, “you want me to stay?” Richie nodded quickly, glancing briefly at his hot bodyguard. He’d rolled his sleeves again, the sight nearly making Richie pass out. Eddie, however, smiled at him, folding his arms, “I am kinda hungry. Do you wanna order some food?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Richie smiled softly, moving over to the couch and patting the space beside him like a little kid with a crush. Eddie joined him shyly, keeping a respectable distance much to Richie’s disappointment. He quickly placed an order on his phone, tossing it aside and reaching for a controller, “Street Fighter while we wait?”

Eddie smiled, “you’re on.”