#college reddie

[alyssamcdoodle]

College boys

[reddiesworldsblog]

new reddie WIP for an upcoming fic! i finally got the motivation to write a little something 😊

[reddje]

college reddie hc where richie plays guitar and sings while eddie sings the harmonies

[athleticperfection1]

Henderson State Cheer

[ask-eddiekasp]

GUYS! I got accepted to a college out in California and…it doesn’t actually feel as exciting as it should be? Yay me?

-Richie

Part one of a mini comic about these two losers and their college acceptance letters.

[gas-station-trackphone]

Whenever Eddie gets drunk with the losers, all he does is talk to Richie or about Richie. If Richie’s not there, he’ll just talk about how much he misses him. Not in a romantic way (as far as Eddie’s aware, the poor clueless boy), he just gets drunk and immediately wants best friend time because that’s his person! He has the BEST time with Richie, and it’s so easy and fun to talk to him that why would he want to bother with anyone else?

[sunshinereddie]

ok but what if i combined a reddie college au with a coffee shop au with an eddie vampire au,,,,

richie works at a campus coffee shop, and this coffee shop is actually open 24/7 which is really helpful to all the college students needing caffeine and a comfy place to study for pulling all-nighters. richie works the night shift, and he knows all of the regulars who come in between midnight and 5 am.... until a new person starts coming to the cafe.

“beautiful” would be an understatement if richie tried to describe this guy. the first time he came in and ordered, richie made a complete fool out of himself because he was so star struck by this man so gorgeous that he couldn’t possibly be real. he also... doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the coffee shop crowd. everyone that richie usually sees during his shift are sleep-deprived college students, with dark circles under their eyes from their 4th late night in a row and wearing their pyjamas. but this guy (eddie, richie learns that his name is eddie one day when he finally worked up the nerve to ask him) seems... different. he’s definitely a college student, he looks around the same age as richie, and he’s always visiting the coffee shop to sit in the corner booth and study, but he never seems to be tired. he’s always awake, alert, even at 3 in the morning. richie just assumes eddie is a pretty big night owl, and he quickly forgets about that when he eddie’s good looks or his sense of humour or anything and everything else about him fills richie’s mind and makes him fall quickly down the rabbit hole of love and intensifies his lil crush every time eddie comes to the cafe and asks with a smile how richie’s night is going.

it’s not easy being a college student. but it’s even harder when you’re a vampire, eddie quickly learns midway through his first semester. he manages, though- thank god for night classes and the campus hospital always being stocked full with blood donations that he can swipe if he’s fast and quiet enough. studying’s still a real challenge though, so one day he decides to try out what regular people do, and go to a coffee shop. he’s relieved when he finds one that’s actually open during the hours when he can actually leave his apartment...... but then comes along the incredibly cute barista who works at that coffee shop (richie, eddie saw that his name was from the tag he wore on his shirt, decorated with stickers), and then suddenly eddie isn’t going to the coffee shop every night anymore to study, but rather as an excuse to see his coffee-shop-crush. eddie knows that it’s pointless to have a crush on a human- he knows that no person would ever want to be with him if they knew the truth, and that does break his non-beating heart, especially when richie gives him that smile and when richie draws a smiley face on his cup and when richie joins him at his table to talk. but eddie tries not to think about it. instead he just tries to enjoy those moments for as long as he can, until the sun starts to rise.

[eddie-spaghettis-bifocals]

richie likes to commemorate every time eddie kicks his ass at basketball

[dodz107]

Istg if yall like when they like meet when they aren't little i will cry I hate like those college au's where they meet IN college uuuggghhhh, also I may not read smut but I am here for the sexual tension

[turtlecult89]

AU where it’s the late 90s and the Losers know each other in college, Halloween 1996 and Richie dresses up as Woody from Toy Story, cowboy hat and boots to match.

Eddie’s cowboy kink has never been more obvious.

[alyssamcdoodle]

[reddiesworldsblog]

college reddie gives me serotonin

eddie has to leave richies dorm in the morning after spending the night so he can go to class. but since they can’t get enough of each other (and also because eddie’s wearing richie’s t-shirt which richie is kinda really obsessed with seeing btw), they’ve been standing in the threshold of richies dorm kissing for the past five minutes. it’s just been “richie i gotta go,”s and “okay okay, bye eds...wait! no, one more kiss”s through dreamy smiles and warm cheeks. it’s okay tho, eddies not complaining. he was already 15 minutes late anyway.

[rwprincess]

“Untitled Poly Reddie Smutfic (TM)”: Part Three (RichiexEddiexFem!Reader)

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Synopsis: Your first 'date' alone with Eddie gets you both worked up. Luckily, Richie is more than willing to finish what you started. 

CW: There is no plot only smuuuut (two men, one woman; male oral-male giving and receiving; male-female making out; female breast play; dirty talk; praise; all the pet names); polyamory/threesomes; homophobia/murder mention

With everyone agreeing to the new terms of your budding relationship between the three of you, it was now time to take that leap of faith and trust that you would each uphold your parts of the bargain. You and Eddie sat awkwardly on the couch together while Richie was at work. You had already discussed with Eddie why it wouldn’t be wise to have dates in public, since everyone knew you were with Richie. They wouldn’t understand you being out with his best friend and would assume you were a harlot and Eddie was a sleaze. It was even more clear why Eddie and Richie couldn’t be out in the open together. Unfortunately, around these parts, people were still being murdered for that. So here you were, on your first ‘date’ together, without Richie. You had spent plenty of time before with just Eddie, but that was also when you were just friends. Now, you looked at him and your heart sputtered before excitedly ramping up in your chest and drumming a beat only you could hear. You wanted to say something to him, but you weren’t sure what. It was so much easier to be confident and coy when Richie was here. Eddie, meanwhile, was wringing his hands and looking straight forward, afraid to make eye contact with you just yet. You drank in his features: the soft, delicate frame of his face, his tender pink lips, his dark eyes with long eyelashes. You wondered why it took you so long to realize the obvious: Eddie was attractive. You couldn’t believe Richie figured out something before you did and the thought caused a smile to play on your lips.

Eddie saw the change in your expression out of the corner of his eye and turned slightly towards you, “What?”

“Nothing.” You stated, but your smile grew just a little wider.

“No, what, is my hair messed up?” He put both of his hands on his head and tried smoothing it down and you giggled, moving forward and taking his hands from him, holding him at the wrists.

“No, stop it,” you said in a playful tone, “I was just admiring how cute you look, actually.” 

“Oh,” he said, wide-eyed, not sure what else to say. His nerves were wracked, anticipating that he would do or say the wrong thing. You realized you were still holding on to him and dropped his hands quickly, placing your own in your lap. You both looked away and sat in silence for a moment until that silence threatened to eat you alive.

“Look, this is stupid. We shouldn’t be afraid of each other. We’ve hung out many times and we’ve known each other for years. We know how to talk to each other, right?” You asked and he nodded. “I’ll just be honest with you: I…really like you Eddie and I’m glad you’re here right now.”

“Really?” He asked, still unsure, but you looked at him directly and nodded, trying to reassure him. “Can I ask you something?” He followed up, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yes, of course.”

“It wasn’t really your idea to ask me…to join you and Richie in the first place, was it?”

“No, you’re right, it was his.” You replied, and Eddie wasn’t sure what to make of this. While he was grappling with his feelings about Richie, he was sure that he liked you more, and now he knew that it started as the other way around for you and Richie towards him.

“Why did you ask me, then?”

“Rich knew if he asked, you wouldn’t take him seriously. It had to be me.” You said, quietly. You were afraid of the truth hurting him, even though it was still complimentary.

“I think…I think he did that because he knew I wanted you.” Eddie gulped, revealing a not-so-well-kept secret.

“Probably,” you agreed. “But, it doesn’t really matter how it started now, does it?”

“I guess not. But, I don’t know, it makes me wonder if--if I’m being played or something. Like you’re just doing it to appease Richie and he’s doing it to get to me, even though he seems to know how I---how I feel about you.” He finished so quietly that you had to strain to hear him, and his defeated gaze turned to the floor.

“Eddie, dear, look at me.” You braced his head in your hand and lifted it up, turning him to face your gaze. Your eyes searched his, showing him you were being sincere, “I do want you. It isn’t about giving in for Richie. The other day, when I wanted to talk to him alone, I told him--wow, this is awkward and hard and I feel like I’m twelve, but…I told him that I have a crush on you, that I feel something for you.” He blinked twice, pulling himself back to Earth, to reality, and then he smiled. 

“Really?” He asked, and that sweet, shy grin made you melt. You simply nodded and leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips. 

“Really,” you breathed out as you pulled back just a bit, still keeping your face close to his. Your heart thumping against your rib cage so wildly that you were sure Eddie could hear it. He closed the distance between you and kissed you back. Now, with your understanding with Richie, neither of you had to feel guilty about it. 

You pushed back the shoulders of his jacket cautiously; You weren't sure how quickly or slowly he would want to take things, especially with the 'nothing below the belt' limit placed upon you two. However, he hastily assisted you in shrugging it off down his arms. Honestly, this is precisely what he wanted for longer than he could recount, being able to just kiss you.  No audience of Richie. To the point where he could almost pretend it was just the two of you in a relationship, the way he wanted.  The notion fueled him further, pressing his lips needily to yours, deepening the kiss, but he was not sure that it would ever be enough for him. He threaded his fingers through your hair and pulled you impossibly closer. He all but swallowed the moan you let out in response and you began to climb into his lap. One of his hands fell to your waist in an attempt to steady you, but you leveraged yourself by clasping your hands behind his neck, dragging your nails over the nape.

Eddie took a risky dive with his tongue in your mouth, and you obliged, parting your lips further. He ran his hand along your back and your side as your tongue pressed in response to his.  You had never seen Eddie so commanding before, but he was taking the lead and you thoroughly enjoyed it.  Within a few minutes,  he broke apart from your kiss to ask you, "Do you think touching your ass counts as 'below the belt?'"

You had noticed his hands drifting dangerously close a few times but didn't call attention to it. You giggled in response. "I don't think that's what Richie had in mind, but we can always ask him." You then bit your lip and looked at him mischievously with darkened eyes. "You know what isn't below the belt, though?" He looked surprised as you took his hands in yours and ran them up your stomach to your chest, squeezing both of his hands over your breasts to emphasize your point.

"Holy shit," he groaned at your boldness and the sensation. He happily obliged to your request and kissed your lips feverishly before pulling back and trailing kisses down your neck.

"Ohhh, Eddie," you hummed in pleasure as be bit down gently into the crook of your neck and you noticed his hands had started to roam under your shirt.  You pushed him back gently, and his eyes grew wide, worrying he had crossed a line. Before he could withdraw his hands or stumble through an apology,  you lifted your arms over your head, indicating for him to remove the offending garment instead. He shakily complied and then began to lift his own, to even the score. You eagerly grasped the fabric at the hem, assisting him and marveling at the way it mussed his hair.  Eddie was always so put-together, everything about him styled just-so, and here you were absolutely wrecking that perfect image. Seeing this other side of him thrilled you and you couldn't resist diving back in for another kiss.

You ran your hands up his lean stomach and raked your nails over his chest, earning a small whimper in response, so you pulled back. "Shit, sorry. Did I hurt you?" You only meant to scratch delicately. 

"No. No, just surprised me a little. Come back here, please," he begged and pulled you close so that your chests pressed together. His desire, his need for you made you dizzy. 

Soon, he began fumbling with the clasp to your bra. While his hands were shaking, there was deliberate determination in his movements and you didn't want to patronize him by doing it yourself. You also enjoyed the way this worked you both up even more. It added to the torturously slow pace of your interactions so you could truly savor them. However, he was successful in the end and began to slowly slide the straps down your arms, waiting for your permission. When you didn't object and only kissed him with more fervor, he removed your bra the rest of the way and then pressed your bodies together again, reveling in the sensation of your warm skin against his. 

He finally pulled back and stared at you in awe, "I almost forgot how incredible you look naked. Jesus." He swallowed hard and you weren't expecting his comments to fluster you so, but you felt a rouge blush hit your cheeks as the rest of your blood supply traveled down to your core, filling you with a wet heat in response to his words. He gently palmed your breasts with both hands for a moment before kissing a trail down the valley between them. You threw your head back and moaned his name as you felt his warm tongue circle your nipple and suck it in with a pleasant, mild pressure. You unintentionally ground down against his lap, your instinctive side looking for some primal relief. As you did, you could feel Eddie's solid bulge twitch in yearning. The rule imposed upon you both now felt like agony, but you knew you had to stick to it, and tried to relish the little moments that built up to those releases instead. However, you calling his name again had Eddie buck his hips involuntarily against you and you knew you were treading into dangerous territory. You opened your eyes and glanced at the clock. "Shit," you thought as you realized it was almost time for Richie to be home. 

You pulled Eddie's face back up to yours and kissed his supple lips again, noting how much fuller they looked, swollen from your kisses. He whined a little when you pulled away. "I --" you glanced at the clock again and he followed your gaze, "I'm sorry, Eddie. Richie is almost home…" you trailed off and Eddie kissed your neck, almost acting as if he didn't hear you. Likewise, you almost crumbled into the touch as well and forgot about the time constraint. Luckily, Eddie took mercy on you and stopped, pulling back.

"I understand. We should probably. I don't know. Compose ourselves?" He asked, searching for the right word and you nodded in agreement.

"I'm uh…I'm going to get ready for bed, I think. You're welcome to stay. Make yourself comfortable, of course."

"Yeah, uh," he cleared his throat, watching you as you picked up your articles of clothing from the floor, "I'll probably go soon, actually." In truth, he knew he couldn't stand to leave right now if he wanted to. At least, not without it being incredibly painful. 

"Okay. Well, I'll see you soon. Goodnight, Eddie dear." You said, bending over with your clothes in your arms, still topless, to kiss him one more time. Then, you decided a cold shower might be in order. 

Unfortunately, Eddie couldn't stop thinking about your tryst. Even though he was now fully dressed, he kept picturing you over and over again, trying to commit each moment to memory. He was still on the couch and still too erect to leave by the time he heard Richie's keys in the door. He quickly heaped a pillow in his lap and tried to act as casual as possible. 

"Lucy, I'm home!" Richie called out in an overly-thick Desi Arnaz impression. "Oh, Eddie. What a nice surprise," he remarked with a salacious grin as he noted Eddie's small frame on your couch. He looked around for you, and inquired when he didn't see you.

"She said she would be getting ready for bed. She's in the shower, I think. I was just about to head out."

"Nah, stay." Richie coaxed, "I wanna talk. Surprise, right? Me, wanting to talk? But some crazy shit happened at work." He plopped down next to Eddie and started in with a long rant about a particular customer. But, he noticed Eddie shifting uncomfortably partway through and brought attention to it. "Hey Eds, you okay?" He reached out and Eddie flinched away, cueing Richie to know that something was up.

"I'm fine. I just. I should go." He started to stand up but still didn't move the pillow, giving Richie a hunch, so he snatched it away. 

"A-ha! I see!" Richie used his detective voice which should have knocked any remaining desire loose from Eddie, but he still couldn't hide the evidence of how you aroused him. Richie tutted, "aww, you poor thing. Did my girl leave you like this?"

Eddie knew he should have left sooner and  was ready to bolt now, but a cooing Richie offered, "do you want me to take care of it? I can pick up where she left off." He licked his lips and hoped Eddie would say yes. Meanwhile, Eddie was thinking about telling him to fuck off. He was embarrassed that you left him this worked up and that Richie had caught him in it. But he also knew that Richie's mouth would feel amazing and he desperately wanted relief from the problem you two had created together. 

"Fuck it." He threw up his hands, "yes."

"Good answer, I like that." Richie said, immediately kneeling off the couch in front of Eddie. He helped the latter make quick work of his belt, pants, and unceremoniously shoved the underpants down past his knees. "I'm not going to lie, Eds. I've been thinking about this. Every day since the last time."

"Really?" Eddie asked, heat flushing his cheeks. 

"Mhmm." Richie hummed, only paying half-attention as he was distracted by the sight of Eddie's hard cock in front of him. "I can't believe she left you to suffer like this." He teased, breathing warm air over the head, causing Eddie to gulp.

"You're the one who made up the 'nothing below the belt rule,' you bastard." Eddie began through gritted teeth but ended in a gasp as Richie began to stroke his length.

"And you two followed it? Such good lovers. Such a good boy." Richie bit his lip and Eddie became weak at the sight, Richie's next words making his head swim, "I think good boys deserve to be taken care of, to get something special." In one fell swoop, he took the entirety of Eddie's cock into his mouth and moaned in delight. 

Eddie bucked forward in surprise and struggled to keep his volume down as he cried out, "Richie!" In response, Richie just put a steadying hand on Eddie's ass and another on his opposite thigh and held him more firmly as he continued to draw him in and out of his mouth. "Fuck, Richie. That feels so good." Eddie whimpered, curling his fingers into Richie's unruly hair, watching as his dick disappeared and reappeared from Richie's mouth. Truly a magic trick. It didn't take long before Eddie issued a warning. Between handling you beforehand and being absolutely devoured by Richie, it was a miracle he made it over a minute, even. Richie continued, however, resolved to take all of Eddie in his mouth. When Eddie came, Richie swallowed everything with pride. Eddie was barely able to pull up his pants before he collapsed on the couch. Blood was slowly redistributing itself among his body, but his legs were shaky from the pleasure he'd just received. 

Richie gave him a moment, and was proud in his restraint in doing so, before asking, "would you be up for returning the favor?" He glanced down at his obviously tented pants and Eddie swallowed hard. "You don't have to, of course. Just…you got me hot and I thought I'd ask and--"

"I wanna try." Eddie said, quietly, almost afraid to admit it. He placed his hands on Richie's knees as he slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. He wound his fingers up Richie's thighs and started to undo his belt.

"Ok. We're doing this. Jesus fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, Eddie." Richie said sincerely, voice strained with wanting.

"I think I have some idea," Eddie joked and arched an eyebrow at Richie's erection. He expected some off-handed joke back, but Richie just nodded dumbly. He was Eddie's to mold, now, and he didn't want to ruin this opportunity. "Holy. Shit." Eddie intonated as he finally worked Richie loose from his clothing. All of these years, he naturally assumed Richie was joking or lying about having the biggest dick out of all of them. He evidently was not. "That was inside of me?" Eddie blurted, aghast.

"Oh, no, sweetheart." Richie replied, kindly. "Just a bit of it. I didn't want to hurt you and it was the first time for both of us." Eddie blinked again, wondering how you could possibly fit this inside your mouth or inside you and your small frame when he knew he couldn't take it into his own. "You don't have to take all of it in tonight, either. Or at all, really." Richie tenderly stroked Eddie's cheek, trying to reassure him. Eddie looked up and saw the softness and kindness in Richie's eyes and felt a squeeze on his heart. 

"No, I want to do this." Eddie promised, then gingerly licked a stripe up Richie's dick, making the latter shudder. 

"Ohh, yes, baby. Please." Richie begged, which was so unlike him, but he was being honest: he had thought about this a lot. 

Eddie did his best to stretch his mouth and to take Richie's girth in past the tip, letting Richie's pleased moan fuel his confidence to continue. He took what he thought was a reasonable amount, then wrapped his hand around the rest in the tightest fist he could manage. He bobbed up and down, unsure. He thought about the porn he had watched or the tactics applied to him, but it was hard to analyze in the moment and he tried to go with the flow and do what felt right. He hollowed out his cheeks and pressed Richie's tip into one of them, Richie groaning at the sensation of the silky skin moving over the most sensitive part. "That's perfect, honey, really. You're doing so good." He continued to mutter praises at Eddie, goading him on until he neared his climax. "Eddie, sweets, I'm close. You need to decide what you're going to do." Eddie couldn't fathom having the feeling of Richie coming in his mouth or having to swallow what was sure to be an odd taste and texture, so he popped him out of his mouth carefully and stroked the ribbons of hot, white liquid from Richie's tip onto his thighs and stomach. Richie let out a ragged sigh, and then a chuckle. "That was great, Eds, really. Do you think you could get me some paper towels or something, though? Jesus, what a mess." Eddie nodded and quickly headed to the kitchen to get him something to clean up with. He was still in awe that he had done such a thing. 

Richie returned from throwing out the paper towels and asked, "What do you want to do now?" 

"Oh. I don't know. I could always just go home." 

"Stay a bit." Richie shrugged, "I'll get you a beer. We can watch something." Eddie accepted the offer and halfway through a show, Richie pointed out, "you don't have to go home tonight, ya know. I mean, you have been drinking. Wouldn't be safe." 

Eddie rolled his eyes. He had had one beer and Richie's attempts to 'concern' him were transparent. "Yeah, I guess I could. But I've only had one drink."

"Tut tut, Eddie." Richie started in with a wicked grin, "an upstanding citizen like you? Risking a DUI? And getting thrown out of college? Well, I never!" He threw a dramatic hand over his heart and put on some semblance of a southern accent. 

"Please, stop. All of your accents are atrocious. I'll stay only if you vow to cut that shit out."

"Consider my lips sealed." Richie said, drawing an imaginary zipper over them.

"Do you have like, a cabinet with spare sheets or something for me, then? Or am I going to freeze on the couch?"

"What kind of host do you think I am?! No, no. I think you should sleep in the bed."

"You--you mean with you and Y/N?" Eddie asked, incredulously.

"Wouldn't be the first time we shared the bed," Richie winked, trying to remind Ed of their previous escapade. 

"Do you think she'd be okay with it?" Eddie asked, concerned.

"We can always ask," Richie shrugged and then was standing up and marching to the bedroom. "C'mon."

"Now?" Eddie hissed, "but we'll wake her up. Really, I can just sleep on the couch." He whined as he trailed behind Richie, who was already opening the door.

"Hey baby," he gently shook your shoulder. "Y/N…" he said softly, almost singing it and you roused just a bit. 

"Hmm? Richie, you're home!" You gave him a quick peck to the lips. "Are you coming to bed?" 

"Yeah, well actually I wanted to ask you if you minded Eddie staying the night." He nodded to the door and you looked over, seeing Eddie haloed by the light from the main room. 

"Of course!" You sat up, a bit startled that Eddie was still there, but you wanted to be polite. "I think we have a couple blankets in the…"

"I was thinking, he could actually stay the night with us," Richie said, barely above a whisper.

"Oh." You said, then truly processed the words, "oh, okay!"

"Eddie dear, make yourself comfortable. I'm sure Richie has something you can wear. Rich." You pointed to his dresser, trying to command him.

"Come on, love. My legs are longer than the entirety of Eddie. He's not gonna fit--"

"Then get him some shorts." You growled in response. Even in your groggy state, you weren't going to let Richie embarrass or tease Eddie. Not under these circumstances.

"Yes ma'am." He mumbled back, defeated, and fished through his drawers before slinging something at Eddie before beginning to change into his own pajama pants. Eddie was unsure of the protocol here. You'd both seen him naked before, sure, but it still felt odd to change in front of you. However, Richie nonchalantly stripping away his layers before putting on his pants put him more at ease. He quickly switched into the provided shorts and kept his tee shirt on while Richie climbed into the bed behind you. 

"C'mon, Eds." He called out, patting the space behind him on the bed. Eddie carefully crawled up into place as Richie said, "hell yeah, Rich sandwich." 

"Oh God. Is this gonna be a whole thing? I can leave if you're going to be weird."

"I'm always weird, my boy. But stay." Richie said and tenderly touched the side of Eddie's face, surprising him with his seriousness. 

Eddie felt out of sorts and kept to his area of the bed, fidgeting occasionally, but Richie was out almost immediately, breathing softly between you two.

"Eddie?" You whispered into the dark, not sure if he was still awake. 

"Yeah?" Came his reply, just as softly.

"I'm glad you stayed." 

"Me too," he whispered back. 

Next (Chapter 4)

[athleticperfection1]

Henderson State Softball

[ask-eddiekasp]

What does Richie think about Eddie’s thunder thighs? 😂

C’mon dude. Even I know when to keep my mouth shut…..sometimes. You trying to get me killed or somethin’?

He’s got an athletic build. Thank you very much.

-Richie

[bethannangel]

The only fic that comes to mind for part time soulmate, full time problem is a fic where Richie has always called Eddie to get him out of trouble and when they go off to college leaving Derry as platonic best bros, Richie calls Eddie for help and when they finally start to forget each other, it’s a habit for Richie to call Eddie to come get him out of jail or from some place after a bender and Eddie doesn’t know why but he still goes to help this stranger every time. And it’s after Mike’s call that Richie calls by habit again and they’re both confused cause like how does Richie have his number? They haven’t seen each other since they graduated high school. And the fic is a love story of over the years but meeting back up in Derry is where things really take off