PAIRING: Devil's Minion Aka Armandiel Aka Armand/Daniel

(1) The thing is, Richie knows. He knows this isn't something friends do. He knows that if anyone saw them, it would be... bad. But he also knows that when he touches Eddie's hand, it opens to him, and if he holds on, Eddie holds on right back. He also knows that when they settle close to each other during a sleepover, and everyone else is snoring, if they're in separate sleeping bags, Eddie's arm will steal out, and rest against his own, and sometimes he sees his eyes shining in the dark.

(2) Richie knows that when he teases Eddie, when Eddie shrieks and protests and threatens him, he doesn't mean not to-- not to give him nicknames and tickle him and pick him up and get too close. That he has to say it because he can't, he's not supposed to, like it when Richie touches him and says secret-sweet things. Richie knows that his gut twists every time he sees Eddie flushed and panting and struggling against the brightest, most beautiful grin in the world. He knows what it means.

(3) They're in the room over Eddie's garage, bickering playfully over a comic book, when Richie soothes over the pretend hurt with a kiss. It's supposed to be a joke, it's supposed to be on the cheek, cartoonish playfulness, but it brushes the corner of his mouth and he can feel Eddie's gasp and the soft, warm sigh that follows, and Richie knows that he's crossed a line. But Eddie has let him cross it.

(4) "Eddie?" He whispers, and he knows, he knows, but his voice still trembles, his fingers still tremble as they trace over Eddie's cheek. So soft and so warm, and he knows that if he lets his touch drift down towards Eddie's jaw, he'll feel the first blush of peach fuzz not yet resolved into a beard. He knows that if he brushes his thumb across Eddie's lip, he'll feel that sigh again. "What are we?"

(5) "I don't know." Eddie whispers back, so soft he barely makes a sound, but Richie knows. They are Richie-and-Eddie, and if he takes Eddie past their initials on the kissing bridge and points them out, he knows that Eddie will touch his hand, will give him that look that says 'later', 'alone'. He knows the excited dance of his eyes that comes when they are alone, knowing that they can touch in ways they don't dare do even among the Losers. Doesn't Eddie know, too? "Rich-- I..."

(6) "You can tell me to stop. I will." Richie says, but this, too, he knows. He knows that Eddie won't, because he's always had the power to stop him. He's always invited more. And it's true-- at the mere suggestion that this could stop, Eddie's arms wind around him. Eddie's lips very nearly meet his. They stop short, but Richie knows this for an invitation, because Eddie has always made invitations, has always reached for him and waited for Richie to bridge the gap. It's something they both do.

(7/7) What Richie doesn't know is if he should call this their first kiss, or if he can call it their second. One and a half? He knows that Mrs. K isn't home, and that while she barges into Eddie's room, she prefers not to disturb this space, with its storage boxes and mess of comics, and he knows it's safe to kiss Eddie here for at least another hour of their afternoon. He knows who and what he is, and for the first time the idea fills him with nothing but joy. He is Eddie's.

THANK YOU ANONN !!

Being that Eddie would unsurprisingly visit the hospital a lot, can you imagine the nurse being like "so you're here again. What's your mother think you have now? Well you don't obviously, anyway enough of that. Did you tell that Tozier boy you like him yet?"

PAIRING: a/b/o! tomgreg

SUMMARY:

“I just want you to smell me? And let me know what you honestly think.”

Greg could only look down at him with a furrow in his brow, “new cologne or?”

Tom snorted a quick, “No, you idiot,” before he gave him a big smile, trying his best to de-escalate the realness of the request that followed, “I want you to scent me.”

PAIRING: fem! tomgreg

SUMMARY:

... before she made her crafty way over, Greta held her back by the elbow and, in her skittish way, offered a tit for tat. An exchange that being the ‘punching bag’ would be more worthwhile on her end. Honestly, Tam couldn’t be prouder...

Greta was pretty vague in what she was asking of Tam, and so she decided to play into that. “Oh, the forboden ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Going to beat me up, Gret? Rob me?”

“Not forboden! It’s not!-” Gret gave her a flustered look, “I mean, it’s not something terrible, but like, rather in a sexual manner?”

Tomgreg has made me so Ill, I created a spotify playlist of songs that make me think about them 🥹 y'all, it's an I l l n e s s no ship has ever made me be THISSS sick

(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?”

literally biggest tomgreg proof is just shots Like This of them talking in profile. like so much of succession’s dialogue is based around this idea that what’s left unsaid is more important than whats at the surface, and this is indicated largely through the constant shifting of attention and posture and gaze away from the conversational partner. If you watch shiv or Kendall speak to those around them, for example, it’s super rare for them to spend very long looking directly at them or facing them head on. And even though Greg and Tom engage in the same sort of bravado-riddled nonsense speech as a way to be accepted in the family/workplace culture as outsiders (ex: “I’ve got a dick the size of a red sequoia and I fuck like a bullet train”), they’re always really listening to each other, and we see that in shots like this, where their gazes are fixed on the speaker and everything about their posture is designed to be open to the other (hands open and up, eye contact even when the other isn’t looking, chests squared, etc). Unlike other pairings in the show, they’re really conversing rather than just seeking a means to an end, a diversion from the waystar royco norm and startling openness that makes scenes that we wouldn’t bat an eye at anywhere else feel startlingly intimate when it’s the two of them, especially because they’re so often framed very carefully to show us this sort of naked clarity (as above, both almost fully in frame against relatively stark background) your honor i love matthew mcfayden and nicholas braun they Get It

PAIRING: tomgreg (transfem!greg) SUMMARY:

“This is cousin Greg, remember?”

“Er,” she cleared her throat, introducing herself properly. “It’s actually, um, cousin Gwen, now?” She thinks she nailed it.

“No shit? That’s awesome,” Kendall patted her arm, looking up at her warmly.

Imagine Eddie being harrassed by someone at a party who can't take a hint until Richie comes over and wraps an arm around his waist and says "sorry babe, they don't have the drink you like here, who's this?" and Eddie plays along until the person leaves and Eddie thanks him and asks for his name but Richie just says playfully, "you don't know your boyfriend's name?" and all through the night Richie follows him around as if they didn't literally just meet.