It's Literally 2am Rn But Richie Seems Like The Type To Fall Ridiculously Inlove With A Statue Or A Painting

Listen, I know I already requested for a fic but I love how Richie has a size kink with Eddie by saying how small he is... but also I want a fic where they’re adults and everyone lives and Richie finds out Eddie still wears his tiny lil shorts

PAIRING: tomgreg

SUMMARY:

A re-telling of "Do you want to make a deal with the devil?" where it's a supernatural AU, the Roy family are all vampires and Tom is a familiar wanting more security that he'll also be turned.

(1) "Why would you bring me here?" Eddie asks, shifting nervously. He still lets Richie walk him over to the bridge, leaning on him a little, shaky on his feet after how much time he'd spent bedridden during his recovery. The kissing bridge isn't exactly home to a lot of warm, fuzzy memories. Unless... No. No, he's sure that's not possible. But Richie has an arm around him, and seems nervous himself-- nervous, but certain-- and so what can Eddie do but follow?

(2) “When we were kids, I… Okay, feel free to tell me this is stupid, but– You know that summer? Well… I just want you to know I was thinking about you, I guess.” Richie glances down at the carved initials as they reach the spot, his fingertips brushing over the E. “There’s a lot I might not remember still, maybe there are still things I never will, but… I remember that, and I remember you. How it felt not to see you, when I thought I’d never go more than a day without you…”

(3) “Rich…” Eddie winds his arms around Richie’s neck, leaning into him. He breathes him in a long moment before he moves in for a kiss. There’s more, he thinks– more old pain from that summer that Richie remembers, that they might talk about in time, when it doesn’t feel so fresh again. Now that they remember the bad times, they can actually process it all and move on, at least. But this is what he’d deemed important, this testament to young love, then unspoken.

(4) “And… shit, and I know everyone knew about me, and I was so afraid of what would happen to me if I couldn’t convince them they were wrong… I was afraid the whole time I was writing it, but I didn’t care. If that makes sense. I just wanted to pretend that it was all right, just for a minute, because I was sick of being scared and I was sick of pretending you weren’t it for me. You always have been.” He strokes Eddie’s cheek tenderly, thumb tracing his scar. “You still are.”

(5) The memory hits him then, the more Richie talks about how he’d felt and why he’d overcome his fear just enough, just in secret, to leave their initials on the bridge. Kneeling in the dirt, his heart pounding in his throat, his arm still in a cast. Knowing his mother would be upset at how long he took to come home, knowing she would be upset with the dirt, and being so angry with her because he hadn’t seen any of his friends in days, and he missed all of them, but Richie was different…

(6) “Richie, look down.” Eddie kisses his jaw, soft, then points out the R, encircled by a slightly wonky heart. “I knew I’d… I knew I must have done something here, and I didn’t remember, until– It was that same summer. And don’t be an asshole, it looks like that because I was in a cast, I–” And Richie cuts him off with a kiss before he can defend his own carving ability, one arm firm around his waist, one hand in his hair, and maybe with a kiss like that, he wouldn’t mind a little tease…

(7/7) “It’s perfect.” Richie says, and kisses him again, and then a third time. “Really. It’s the most perfect. It’s… You’re perfect. You, too? All this time, and– Yeah, yeah. Okay. Perfect.” He kisses him one last time, before offering his arm, and pulling out his phone. He gets a picture of the two engravings on the bridge, grinning, and then he leads Eddie back to the car. They’ve got a future together now, far away from Derry… but after twenty-seven years, it’s nice to know.

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ANON THIS IS SO SWEET. I’ll come fix the cut when I’m not on my phone ;;

I didn't expect all of you to follow my trash blog but wowww. Should I make myself attempt a reddie fic when I get to 100?? Im nervouss

*guy who is very clearly going through. something* oh yknow. just a little tired haha

Hii REMEMBER WHEN I WROTE CHAPTER 1 AND 2 and disappeared??  IT’S FINISHED. THANK YOU FOR WAITINGGGG Pairing: Reddie (Richie/Eddie) Summary: It started with a simple game on twitch. A reddie fic with streamer!Richie and youtuber!Eddie. COMPLETE

Re: Eddie realizing things because Richie calls him 'babe', this is one hundred percent accurate. When I was young and in love with my best friend, he once casually and platonically called me 'babe' on the phone to confirm movie watching plans and my soul ascended to another plane of existence. I said something incredibly stupid. (at this point, we've got a definite sibling vibe instead of anything romantic but at the time... I was a very reddiecore small-town queer)

omggg Anon, thanks for sharing <3 <3 <3 my hearttt!!! RE:

There needs to be more reddie prom fics! I can't get enoughh

In a world where demons and monsters exist, the gang are still together and Eddie is a stubborn virgin succubus/incubus and he finds it harder to fight as they all get older and after constantly having Richie volunteer himself, Eddie finally gives in. because I can picture eddie practically drooling over richie's dick or enthralled while riding richie and richie is absolutely estatic and somehow can endure everything