A Thought Came To Me In The Middle Of The Night. Imagine Reddie In A Photobooth And They Have One More

Richie groaning, with his lap/arms full of Eddie, because he just KNOWS this man is going to kill him, but what's he going to do, tell him to stop? He WANTS those kisses and cuddles and the little bit of grinding and groping that comes with, and sometimes a little nibble or a request for something more from Richie... he's not going to STOP him. He's just going to DIE.

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THANK YOU ANON!!

truer words have never been spoken (x)

I was just minding my business until I thought, what if succession Greg was a gaming streamer who brings his bf Tom on with him occasionally because his subs kept begging for it, and Tom is just clueless reading the comments and streaming lingo

PAIRING: tomgreg

SUMMARY: To her credit, Tommie wasn’t a normal woman. She was not only a bitch, she could also be childish, complicated, inordinately layered, infuriating, a tease, hot and gave Gwen a mommy kink she didn’t prepare for.

(1) A week. He spends a fucking week in the deadlights, a week in a world that has the fucking balls to keep on turning without Eddie in it, a week after he watches him die, a week tasting Eddie's blood no matter how many times he rinses his mouth, brushes his teeth, slugs back hard liquor. He spends a week in the deadlights living with Eddie dying in his arms. He doesn't say the words but everyone knows. He recarves their initials on the bridge, and while he's doing it, he hears Eddie calling.

(2) He should probably be more disturbed than he is, hearing Eddie calling for him when Eddie died in his arms a week ago, but after everything else, all he can think is that it's fucking Derry. He hasn't been able to leave and maybe it's because he knew Eddie's ghost would come back for him, if he didn't stray too far. He hears Eddie call his name and he calls back, promises he's coming, he'll find a way to him, and that should also be disturbing, but it isn't. And suddenly, suddenly...

(3) Suddenly he's flat on his back beneath the house on Neibolt and Eddie is over him, alive and filled with worry-joy-relief, and he's seen how this story ends. He's seen too much of what comes after the end. He rolls them to the side and the claw rips through him instead, but not the way it had ripped through Eddie. It gouges into him, and it destroys everything he's wearing above the waist, but it doesn't punch through him, it's more a deep graze than anything.

(4) "Pathetic fucking clown!" He screams-- well, there's an inarticulate scream first, and then a loud 'motherfuck--', and Eddie is dragging him to safety, but then he screams something useful. Eddie is whipping off his sweater and trying to staunch Richie's bleeding, but he catches on fast, he knows. He's hurt It before. And Mike is able to rally the others with what they have to do. It goes a lot smoother than it did in the deadlights, he thinks, watching Eddie tear into It.

(5) Mike and Ben manage to carry him out, Eddie running alongside them fussing over him the whole way. This time, when they carry him out, he isn't fighting them, so it figures they'd do that smoother, too. And then he's in a hospital room, he's in a hospital room where he's been stripped and scrubbed and stitched and now he's carefully positioned on a row of pillows in his bed, so that he's not lying on the healing wound that wraps around his back and side, and Eddie is in the room.

(6) "I called Myra, you know. While you were in surgery." Eddie is saying, already in the middle of whatever running monologue he's kept up while Richie was unconscious. He's behind him, hand gentle in Richie's hair. Even if he wasn't talking, Richie thinks he'd know him. "I asked for a divorce. I can't live a lie like that anymore now that I remember... now that we've done what we've done. Even if you couldn't-- even if I'd be alone I had to leave. But Rich, you've gotta know, I've always..."

(7) "You won't be alone." Richie says, hoarse. He can't really reach for him or turn to him, but it doesn't matter-- soon Eddie is on the other side of the bed, facing him, leaning down to meet his eyes and touching his face like he's a miracle, even though Eddie's the miracle, Eddie died in his arms in the deadlights and now he's here before him and on the verge of saying everything Richie's ever wanted to hear. "Come out to LA with me. You won't ever-- you won't be alone, Eds. Promise."

(I didn't receive (8) but I'm hoping it was a miscount otherwise I'm SO SORRY)

(9) "I love you." Richie nods, reaching for Eddie in return as relief floods him, a happiness he never thought he'd know. His hand is shaking so bad he can see it shaking, and he doesn't have his glasses, and it's not that he lacks the strength to lift it, but the enormity of the moment... It wasn't so long ago that he thought he'd never be happy again, that he thought he'd lost any hope of this. He hadn't had hope, or needed it, but he'd had knowing Eddie was alive and then he lost that...

(10/10) When his hand meets Eddie's cheek, Eddie's free hand is there to hold it in place, over the fresh bandage. Eddie winces a little before they adjust the way they touch, mouths the word 'stitches' and then kisses the heel of Richie's hand. He's still shaky, maybe he'll never stop shaking, but Eddie leans in close enough that even without his glasses, Richie can see him clear enough. For now, that's all he needs.

You can't tell me Eddie wouldn't have grown up with some kind of lip balm/chapstick in fear of chapped lips and Richie internally screaming at how shiny and distracting they are

Imagine Cop!Eddie just doing his job in a small town when he finds this big drunk guy and takes him to a jail cell to make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy, but ends up hearing this guy blab drunkenly on and on “hey dw i’m famous, people laugh at me and give me money, i’m actually funny, hey, you’re pretty hot, do you want to be gay with me? I’m thirsty, can you buy me a drink, cutie??” and pretty much gives Eddie a headache during the night and only realizes the next day that he put the famous comedian, Richie Tozier, in jail for the night.  Odd thing is, Richie keeps hanging around and maybe Eddie doesn’t want to push him away all that much. 

My friend sent me a cute clip of Celebrity First Dates Hotel where the show sets up two people... all I could think of is what if Reddie were actors (Richie from SNL naturally) and people adored their interactions from one film they did together.

Imagine if the show put Richie and Eddie on a blind date - both are surprised to see each other but laugh because they had no idea and obviously the date goes really well (and the shows ratings skyrocket obvsly).

That point during the girls night when we just sit with the horrors:

Imagine Richie not looking where he's going, because he's damn late, and collides with a runner and finds himself sprawled over a hottie who wears the shortest shorts he's ever seen and he hears himself gawk a "fuck me... look at you."