You All Need To Read This Reddie Fic By Belby Called Violet Wonder!! (on AO3) It's Made Me Feel All Sorts

Bruh I’m too old to be this shy and awkward lmao

I wrote this two weeks ago but I got severely sick ;;  a small and cute josuyasu and rohan isn’t having fun.

I picture Giorno being a power bottom so much

Idk how tweets go to the right algorithm or maybe I'm a terrible writer but I have a lil snippet of something I've been working on!

NSFW, wlw steddyhands !!

(1) When Bill asks them who they had crushes on, Eddie had squirmed a little in his seat and named Greta, because she was the only girl he could think of. He couldn't even name any of the girls in their class, or think of what any of them looked like. Bill had volunteered his own crush and Stan had half-heartedly listed the attributes of girls he thought he might like, if he could get to know either of them well enough to know for sure, but Eddie couldn't think of anyone. Not like that.

(2) When pressed, he tried to say why he liked her. He liked that she was tall. He liked her shoulders, maybe? She's older than they are, and cool, unattainably out of his league, why wouldn't he like her? And she's familiar. But he doesn't feel all dreamy when he thinks about her, the way Bill seems to, and he doesn't want to get to know her better, exactly, like Stan wants to. She's just... there, and he can see her some of the time, and maybe she's... pretty?

(3) Uncomfortable with the scrutiny, uncomfortable with the turn of his own thoughts, Eddie turns the spotlight on Richie, the last to answer. He doesn't want to know who Richie has a crush on-- he doesn't want Richie to start hanging out with some girl instead of with them, which is stupid, he doesn't dread Bill leaving them, or Stan. But Bill wouldn't, he thinks, if Bill had a girlfriend she'd have to join them. What if Richie left them for some girl?

(4) "You know I only have eyes for your mom." Richie says, though for a moment he looks as uncomfortable as Eddie with the whole notion. Maybe moreso. Eddie takes a little comfort in the thought that maybe, Richie doesn't have a crush. Maybe, like Eddie, he's a 'late bloomer'-- that's what his mom calls him sometimes, and she always tells him there's no rush to think about things like girls, and maybe he and Richie just both aren't in a rush, and they'll figure it out when they're teenagers.

(5) The rest of lunch goes smoothly, the guys rib Richie a little for not giving a real answer and just sticking to a joke they've all heard before, but mostly they stop talking about girls and start talking about comic books and plans for the weekend and stuff like that, and Eddie feels a weight lift from his chest the further they get from the subject. And then Richie grabs Eddie's tray and trash to stack with his own, like it's not even a thing, like he does it every day.

(6) "I got you, babe." He winks, and Eddie's world shatters. Babe. The word echoes in his head. He hates taking his tray at the end of lunch, because of the little swinging flaps on the garbage cans in the cafeteria, and the whole awkward dance it takes to push them open with his tray so he doesn't have to touch it with his hand and he can still dump his trash in instead of scattering it everywhere, and Richie knows he hates it, but it's the 'babe' that strikes at the core of him.

(7) He doesn't like Greta-- he doesn't like any girls. He likes Richie, and he likes the sound of his voice and he likes that Richie is tall. Well, at least next to Eddie he is, and his hands are bigger than Eddie's, and he's gross and dirty and he's started sweating way too much and Eddie thinks he likes that, too. He likes Richie, not in spite of his being a boy, but because of it. If he didn't like Richie, he would like another boy. He likes boys. He's... He can't breathe.

(8) “Eddie! Hey, Eddie!” Richie is back at his side, as Eddie is still fumbling for his inhaler. He helps himself to the antibacterial gel Eddie carries with him before he takes the inhaler from him, shaking and clearing it before holding it to Eddie’s mouth, steady, other hand cupping the back of his head. “Breathe, okay?”

(9) Richie presses down and Eddie inhales hard. Once, twice. He likes boys, he likes Richie, and Richie is touching him. Touching him so casually, like it’s not immense, like it’s not dangerous. Touching him so tenderly, like it’s allowed. And Eddie wishes it was, wishes he could stay like this with Richie holding him, with Richie calling him things like ‘babe’, but once he’s breathing again, the moment passes. He feels cold where Richie used to be.

(10) "I'm okay." Eddie says, just a slight wheeze under his voice. Richie is watching him with attentive concern, no longer touching him but still lingering close, and Eddie wants him to linger close forever, and can never ask it of him. When Richie doesn't move away yet, Eddie gives him a reassuring nod, and he settles back into his own seat, but he keeps an eye on him just the same, and it's... nice. Not like with his mother.

(11/11) Richie just says okay, and walks him to his locker-- gives him an exaggerated wink and a 'carry your books, babe?' that makes Eddie's stomach flip, but he doesn't push or hover too close when Eddie says he's fine, and it feels good. It feels right. Richie walks him to his next class, bearing both their English textbooks, his smile so bright it could light Eddie's entire world. Cute, he thinks deliriously. Richie Tozier is cute, cute, cute.

(1) "Wait, never?" Richie's eyes just about bug out of his skull, and Eddie feels his stomach churn. He regrets EVERYTHING. He's not even drunk! The others are at least tipsy, he's pretty sure, except maybe Mike. Their first real big weekend home from their respective colleges, the only thing Eddie had felt he needed to be drunk on was getting to see everyone's faces again, getting to be near them all. At least he and Richie are together, but they've both missed the other Losers.

(2) At least, Eddie had been missing them all, up until someone brought up sex, and Richie had been drunk enough that he’d blurted out he really was a virgin, after posturing since twelve or thirteen about his ‘expertise’, but then he’d mentioned making out with a girl in his drama class and the conversation had softened a little from that panic-inducing place, to dating and kissing, and Eddie had gone and admitted, stone cold sober, that he’d never done even that.

(3) “It’s not a big deal.” He huffs, except by now they’ve all had experience kissing, and it feels like maybe it is, and Bev and Stan both look contrite and Bill and Mike and Ben are all trying to be encouraging, nodding and talking over each other to say the right one is just around the corner and he shouldn’t rush himself just to tick kissing off a checklist, he should wait until he meets a girl he really wants to kiss, and he doesn’t know how to say that’s the problem, even to himself.

(4) “Fuck that, I’ll kiss you right now!” Richie says, pushing his way into the spot next to Eddie, worming between him and Bill, his hand warm on Eddie’s cheek, tempting. He could chalk it up to Richie being stupid, he could laugh it off after, just Richie making a joke. He could let him, and then he’d know what it was like… and then the scent of alcohol wafts into his face and he pulls back. Drunk. Richie is drunk and Eddie is sober, and Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing, but does Richie?

(5) “Gross, no.” He pushes him gently away. “You’re going to burp into my mouth– if you don’t vomit up booze all over me, you animal. No– Bill and the guys are right, someone… someone will want to kiss me. That’s when I’ll know it’s the right time, when– when someone wants to do it. When someone– Ugh, I’m cutting you off, you’re a mess. No more drinks for Richie, sober you would be appalled at your behavior.”

(6) The others laugh it off– Bill is quick to agree that Richie must be ready to call it a night and to take his glass away, and to leave him in Eddie’s keeping, and the conversation turns to easier subjects, to things that don’t leave Eddie nauseated, that don’t make his heart pound and his palms sweat. He doesn’t want to kiss a girl, especially not sober, maybe he’s better off not kissing anyone after all. He weakly cites germs before talk turns to classes, and the others accept it.

(7) In the morning, Eddie goes to make breakfast in Mike’s kitchen, since they’d all crashed in his little apartment, and he expects to have the morning to himself, given he’s the only one who hadn’t gotten drunk over the course of the night. They might not all have killer hangovers, but he suspects even Mike will appreciate a little quiet time to sleep in, and maybe an aspirin. He’s surprised when it’s Richie of all people who pads quietly into the room to pour himself some orange juice.

(8) “Hey, are you making pancakes? Make me some and I’ll do eggs.” He bargains, starting the coffee pot up. His hair is wild and his glasses slip down his nose and his pajama bottoms hang low on his hips. When he stretches, Eddie can see the dark line of hair leading down from his navel and he tells himself it’s wrong, the way he looks, but he looks. Eventually, he notices Eddie staring– mercifully not at that part of him. “Hey, flip that before it burns. What?”

(9) 'Oh, nothing’, Eddie thinks, feeling slightly hysterical. 'I’m just noticing your body and your skin and your hair and all the ways I want to touch you, because I’m sick and I’m dirty and you’re perfect and I wanted to take advantage of you last night, did you know that?’– but he can’t say that. He clears his throat, for all the good it does him. “I’m just surprised you don’t have a fucking killer hangover, dude, but okay, if you make me some, I’ll make you some. Put cheese in mine.”

(10) “I know how to make scrambled eggs.” Richie scoffs. And then his cheeks go pink and his expression softens. “I wasn’t really that drunk. Last night. I was just nursing one real drink, mostly. I– I– There’s just so much shit you can’t say sober, not even to your closest friends, and… I don’t know. I thought maybe if I was just a little– I could be a little buzzed and fake it, and everyone would forget anyway. But I was still– I still couldn’t– tell you the thing I never told you.”

(11) “You said you would kiss me.” Eddie has to take his pan off the burner, because he is not going to be able to pay attention to pancakes. His heart is in his throat and he loathes himself so completely, but he loves Richie more. He wants Richie more. He feels sick with himself, but not at the thought of germs. “Richie, you said– And you weren’t?– Richie, did you want to kiss me?”

(12) “Only if you want.” Richie shrugs, but Eddie can see it in the way Richie looks him up and down, hungry. But… hungry in a nice way, in a way he likes. A way that makes his own hunger feel safe. “The– the girl, from drama– it wasn’t– I didn’t– She wasn’t you. Nobody’s you, and I– It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’d just– If you did, I would. If you wanted anything in the world, I would. Since we were kids, if you wanted anything in the world, I would.”

(13) “I want you.” Eddie says, and then Richie is kissing him, sweetly and slowly, his hands cupping Eddie’s face. He has such big hands, he’s so big and he makes Eddie feel so safe. The kiss is unhurried, undemanding, and there are a lot of things Eddie might want that he isn’t ready for, but Richie doesn’t push any of those. He only kisses him until he’s dizzy with it, and then he pulls away with a soft sound, with a warm sigh.

(14/14) “Then I’m yours.” He says, before breaking away. He gives Eddie a smile, one of those secret smiles he never seems to give anybody else, and then he turns to the eggs and the shredded cheese and the butter in his own pan. The world keeps on turning– he’d kissed a boy and the world keeps turning! “You can have another one of those any time. Two eggs?”

PAIRING: tomgreg

SUMMARY: short tomgreg ideas Post-S4 scenarios

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“Did you just spank me?” Tom challenged in a low voice.

I need a fic where the Losers beat IT the first time and Bev still got her future visions and now she just watches Reddie start getting closer and closer (with a little help) until she's at their wedding, just like she envisioned ♡

Someone write a college reddie fic where Eddie, who's open about his homosexuality but because of his mother, is worried he'll die a virgin, and finally decides to do something about it and goes to the weirdo (well known for being an amazing eager lovemaker) to discreetly ask him to take his virginity but Richie doesn't seem to want to let him go after the first time