#reddie drabble

[stan-the-cinnamon-roll-uris]

Started watching the new Barry episode yesterday night.

Blacked out for 20 Minutes thinking about Eddie's reaction to that last shot of Bill Hader-...

Bon appetite!

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Alright, so maybe Bev feels a little bit bad for laughing as hard as she does.

Really, normally she is good at being sensible if Eddie asks that of her and it shouldn’t be this goddamn funny. On any other day but today really, in any other situation, Bev would just shut it and talk Eddie through it. But not today.

Because as of 10 Minutes ago she watched Eddie lose his mind over 4 seconds of screentime for Richie’s shoulders on TV.

And the thing is she gets it. Richie does have nice shoulders and it’s not like Bev can’t appreciate a nice back in general, especially in a nice suit, but this thing between Eddie and Richie, ever since their return to Derry over a year ago, also has been going on for way too long at this point.

Richie and him keep dancing around each other and because they aren’t able to talk to each other about their feelings like adults, Bev now has Eddie face first lying on her couch.

Because of a pair of shoulders.

There’s no way she won’t tell Stan about this immediately.

“Hey Eddie, say cheese.”

Eddie flips Bev the bird but doesn’t move any further from his face down position on the couch, while mumbling something into the pillow that Bev doesn’t even try to understand as she’s taking the picture. She knows what he’s trying to say, anyway.

“You could just talk to him you know, get to see that nice back up close.”

Just as Bev opens her messenger, Eddie makes her jump back with a yelp by kicking after her with his socked foot.

“Hey! I’m just trying to help.”

Before Eddie can trip her up any further, Bev sends the picture to Stan with a quick caption about how Eddie had to lay down after the new episode, before sitting down on the floor besides Eddie’s head. She starts poking his cheek but doesn’t get any other reaction besides a frustrated groan.

Bev doesn’t hide her laugh at that either “Well, at least you’ve got good taste. Besides Ben, Richie's got the nicest shoulders out of all of you."

Another muffled groan into the pillow “God, they’re so nice!”

The urge to tease Eddie some more almost wins out when her phone starts vibrating with a message from Stan.

Is he ok?

Bev huffs out another laugh at the question, quickly typing in her response

Oh yeah. The 'sexy shoulder shot' (Eddie's words, not mine) at the end just took him out.

A moment later another pair of dots appears on the screen and it takes Bev exactly two seconds to realize how majorly she just screwed up, announcing herself with a startled shriek at her phone which finally gets Eddie to look up with wide eyes.

“What? What happened?!”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry! I thought I was talking to Stan but I accidentally opened the group chat-“

Eddie hurriedly pulls the phone from her hands and throws it back with his own yelp a few seconds later after getting a look at Richie's message at the bottom

Uh sorry but Eddie called it what-

[argyleheir]

Drabble - First

It's Argyle's Fandom Cheese Plate - Day 30! | Fandom: IT | Pairing: Richie/Eddie

"Uh, Rich?"

"Yeah, Eds?"

"What in the actual fuck was that?"

"What do you mean that? You mean like when I kissed you just now? Oh. Oh shit, Eddie, I am so fucking sorry. I don't even know what I was thinking—"

"Richie."

"All of us finally back together like this, and everyone just going at it—speaking of: earth to Benverly, why don't you sickos get a fucking room—"

"Richie, would you just—"

"And, y'know, the whole New Year's thing—and the champagne—mmph. Mm. Mmmm…"

"There. Now that's what I call a fucking kiss."

"Um. Best of three?"

[doffensaltar]

Pretty Woman Reddie AU (this is my first post I’m begging be nice to me)

Richie is Vivian

Eddie is Edward (bc of course)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Edward Kaspbrak, billionaire, savaunt of deals, buyer of companies. He navigates the corporate world as if it’s his own personal dollhouse; building companies bit by bit, buying others and tearing them apart, each person he meets just another pawn in his game, manipulated into position just as he needs them.

Who can blame him for needing to let loose a little?

His mother never encouraged drinking, but his father encouraged it as part of the game, he’d raised Eddie in the business world, and what a fool he was for it. As such, he’s no stranger to the gentlemen’s clubs of New York City. He starts there, but the slow, subdued atmosphere and the deep browns and maroons of the furniture doesn’t ease him quite as he thought. He needs a thrill, and not the anxiety sewn adrenaline that runs through his very core as he shakes hands with an unsuspecting competitor, but the kind that he can laugh through.

It’s this such desire that lands him stumbling through Greenwich Village at two in the morning, leaning against walls every few blocks to try and steady himself, he can’t call his driver at a time like this, god forbid he show his vulnerabilities, he refuses to be weak.

His chest heaves as he leans against the red brick, head tilted back and eyes closed. He swallows thickly, his mouth tastes like tequila and cigarettes and shame.

Eddie twitches as a laugh, loud, hearty, confident, rings out across the street, and he spots a man that makes him sober up in an instant.

The man is tall, broad, built like a brick shit house, and Eddie swallows again as the thought of climbing him like a damn tree floods through his mind. Brown curls fall into his brow, flicking up at the back of his neck, the temples of his glasses disappearing into the thick, dark mop. Underneath, his eyes and nose crinkle as he laughs at whatever one of the scantily clad women he’s talking to has said. He’s wearing a tank top (surely he’ll catch a cold?) and thinner, but just as dark, chest hair ghosts the neckline of it, the hem tucked into blue jeans and belted around a waist that Eddie needs to stop looking at before he pops a boner so fast he passes out. The man’s thighs press against the denim, faded from the friction of being worn every day, and his hands hang loosely where he’s tucked his thumbs into the pockets.

Is he dying? Eddie feels his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest, his face and neck hot where a collar is buttoned snugly and he fumbles to undo the top one, tugging his tie down.

“Hey buddy! I can take care of that problem you got, but it’ll cost ya!” The man calls across the street, laughing as he leans on the hood of the shitbox car in front of him and his friends, they laugh, one of them whistles.

Before Eddie can even think he’s opening his mouth to reply, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer. “How much are we talking?”

[jessewithapen]

Reddie legally blonde au who else is with me. During the 27 years apart, Richie's girlfriend leaves him because he doesn't take their relationship seriously enough and she leaves for college. Richie gets into the same college with a short film instead of an essay. When he's there he meets Eddie, who's a little older and gives him advice on stuff. Blah blah Eddie is the only person able to see that Richie is more than the jokes he makes and his funny persona and they fall in love. Richie proposes to Eddie in the end as well.

This is one of my more sane crossover ideas.

[itficlibrary]

Hello everyone!!! As you probably know, our Valentines event was the first ever event the library has held, and we were ecstatic at the amount of participation! So many lovely creators came together to make beautiful works!

Below you can find links to all of the submissions from our lovely participants! Please make sure to show them some love! 

Motion Sickness by tozierlvr (@tozierlvr)

And accompanying art by @striderepiphany here!

It was utterly pathetic to still be in love with your college boyfriend after five years. Unsurprisingly, this was the situation Richie Tozier found himself face to face with on Valentine's Day 2007.

In collaboration with & art by missydogblog (striderepiphany on tumblr)

Prompt: exes to lovers

Killer Clowns from Outer Space! by searcher_of_amroth (@spagedster)

And accompanying art by @bikebian here!

Chance leads librarian Mike Hanlon and author Bill Denbrough to a circus tent in the Barrens. What they find inside is, in fact, carnival-themed, but it's also from space. And it wants to kill them.

Inspired heavily by the movie Killer Klowns from Outer Space Written for itficlibrary's valentines event with the prompt: Bill/Mike | Comedy | Accidental Kiss

I Give My Heart by ithoughtghostsjustfloatedaway (@ithoughtghostsjustfloatedaway)

And accompanying art by heartons!

With additional accompanying art by coloringthebanner!

That’s right, folks. Edith Francis Kaspbrak was now Edith Francis Tozier-Kaspbrak. And that was something she was sure she wouldn’t get over until the day she died. (And probably after that.)

A FemReddie Honeymoon Drabble.

Open, blink, shatter by moichi and nonbinary (@clownbrainrot and @oshaskell)

"Richie," Eddie pants. "How many more times?"

Three doors stand in front of them. The tunnel's shaking.

What’s your choice?

—

Or, in the depths of Derry during their confrontation against It, Richie and Eddie arrive at three doors. Again, and again, and again.

maybe i’ll never treat you right by himsical_hoe and thewayilovetheocean (@himsey and @derrypubliclibrary)

"Ever since she was young, Beverly has had a… strained relationship with soulmates. The whole point of them. ...Of course, she has her mark too. An envelope, sealed with a heart, right on her collarbone. She knows that, logically, according to anyone ever, there’s going to be someone that shares that. She knows that that “Someone” is going to be the “Someone” that she’s supposed to fall in love with."

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"Ben has always loved the idea of soulmates. As far back as he can remember, he’d been fascinated at the thought of it – that someone somewhere out there was destined to love him, so fiercely and unconditionally that they’d see him one day and just know. Know that he was the One. ... Then he meets a girl named Beverly, and thinks, maybe."

or- our fic for the itficlibrary valentines event!!! our prompt was benverly & soulmates & highschool au !!

like you a latte by trashmouthuris and tree_chime (@billcarden and @tree-chime)

it's almost valentine's day, and richie is dead set on getting the cute regular at the coffee shop to be his valentine.

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For the It Fic Library's Valentines Collab 2025.

Prompt: Reddie / fluff / coffee shop

Shock me with your electric feel by soultragedy (@soultragedy)

And accompanying art by @maridle!  

Eddie Kaspbrak has always had two great loves: robotics and Richie Tozier. With a 3.7 GPA, Eddie is determined to get into MIT’s competitive robotics program, but when his guidance counselor suggests it might not be enough, his world starts to crumble.

Blue Cardinals by Asexual_Asshat and tallula03 (@asexualasshat and @alicetallula)

And accompanying art by @alicetallula here!

As the new girl at school, Patty knew her prom probably wouldn't be anything special. She had no idea it would this completely terrible.

*****

“Are you okay?” A man’s voice came from the gym door, around ten feet from her. Her breath hitched and she jumped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Created for the It Fic Library Valentines 2025 Event

allergy season by fredastaire (@it2017)

And accompanying art by clownmovieyaoi here!

A fifteen-year-old Richie Tozier receives his first valentine; a bouquet of flowers, signed his secret admirer. He's ecstatic, overjoyed, happier than a three-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.

There's just one issue.

He's really, really allergic to pollen.

Thank you so much to everyone who participated!!!

[sunshinereddie]

so lots of people seemed to enjoy my firefighter eddie/paramedic richie au which is super fun for me, because it's also a fav of mine hehe...... and i just couldn't help but write a little something something about it.

this is not going to turn into a full fic, i see yall asking and i hear ya, however unfortunately i do not have the time or energy to start a whole new actual fic (sorry....), but i just couldn't stop thinking about these losers so i had to write a little thing for them<3 if anyone enjoys this maybe i'll use this au as writing practice/warmup and just make little ficlets about it lol.

anyways, firefighter eddie/paramedic richie drabble under the cut! (also it's been a long time since i last wrote reddie, and really have done any writing in general, so pls excuse & forgive me if my writing is a little rusty T^T)

Not to brag or anything, but Richie was a superhero.

Well, at least... that's what he told the kid in the ambulance.

The kid couldn't have been older than seven, crying so hard that his Spiderman pyjamas were wet with tears and snot from using his shirt to wipe his face. He was screaming so loud that Richie couldn't get a word in sideways, and even when he did speak, he doubted the kid could hear him.

Not that Richie could blame him, of course. After all, the kid had been woken up to his bedroom in flames, the sound of screaming in his house, and a stranger climbing in through his window to pull him out. Not to mention... he was still the only one who had gotten out so far. Hell, if Richie was in his shoes, he'd be screaming as well.

But Richie wasn't in his shoes. Richie was a paramedic, he was here to save lives- he had to be the strong one, and he was going to do everything in his power to help this kid. And judging by the Spiderman pyjamas the kid was wearing and the Batman plushie he'd been holding tightly onto when he was rescued, Richie had a pretty good idea of something that might help.

"Hey, kid, no need to cry!" he said, putting on a brave, confident voice. "I'm... Super Richie, and I'm here to save you!"

Just as Richie had hoped, his words caught the kid's attention just enough to stop the screaming, enough for him to look up at Richie through watery eyes. "You... are you a su-superhero?"

Richie nodded, placing his fists on his hips and puffing his chest out. "You bet I am! And guess what?" He turned slightly, stretching his arm out to gesture at the rest of the paramedics and the firefighters rushing around the scene. "They're all superheroes too!"

The kid sniffed, bringing a hand up to wipe his nose. "Really?"

Richie nodded. "Yup! We're all here to help you and your family, okay? But right now, I'm going to need you to help me as well, do you think you can do that?"

The kid was silent for a moment, thinking, before he sat up a little straighter, and Richie couldn't help but think that he was trying to mimic the superhero stance that Richie had taken. The kid nodded, and Richie smiled wider. "Awesome," he said. "Now, I'm going to ask you to take some big deep breaths for me, okay? Slow breath in, slow breath out- that's it! Okay, you keep doing that, and I'm just going to take a look at you and make sure that none of that nasty fire got to you, alright?"

With the kid having calmed down significantly, Richie got to work. He checked for burns or any other wounds, and thankfully found none. The kid had been extremely lucky to have gotten rescued quite early on, but Richie still thoroughly made sure that he hadn't suffered any injuries. As he was checking the kid's breathing, listening for any signs of difficulty due to smoke inhalation, the kid spoke up for the first time since he'd stopped crying.

"Are my mommy and daddy okay?"

Richie's heart sunk. The firefighter who had pulled the kid out had brought him to the ambulance furthest away from the fire- so he wouldn't be able to see his house going up in flames... or anybody getting pulled out. It had been a while since emergency services had arrived on the scene, and Richie didn't want to make any assumptions... but he'd been to his fair share of fires to know that there was a time limit to getting people out.

He was lost for words, not knowing how to respond to the kid without lying, without breaking his heart... but thankfully, he didn't have to. Because right then, a loud cry cut through the night, and Richie turned to see a man and a woman running and full speed towards them. Both of them were disheveled, their faces and clothes dark with ash and grime, the man's shirt practically burned off, but they were alive. They were being followed by Mike, one of Richie's fellow paramedics, who was politely urging them not to run, to please return to the ambulance, but neither the man nor woman seemed to be listening- they had their sights set on the kid in the ambulance, and they didn't slow until they had pushed past Richie and were holding their little boy in their arms.

Richie had basically been finished with his checkup, so he took a step back and allowed the family reunion. When Mike caught up to them, Richie gave him a look that said Give them a minute, and Mike nodded, standing by Richie has he caught his breath.

Richie was watching the woman check her son all over for any injuries, as if he wasn't currently sitting in an ambulance with a paramedic right there, when he heard footsteps approaching, and then the sound of someone clearing their throat. Then, there came a polite "Excuse me", and Richie's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice.

Everyone- the family, Richie, and Mike- turned around at the voice, to see one of the firefighters approaching them. He must have been on the crew that had gone into the house for the rescue, for his uniform was darkened from the fire, and he still wore the protective mask and helmet that covered his face. Richie was confused for a moment as to why he was here when, you know, there was a fire to be put out... until he held his arms out, and cradled in them was a small, ash-covered kitten- trembling, but meowing fiercely.

The little boy gasped and jumped out of the ambulance, running over to the firefighter and taking the cat from him. "You saved Mittens!" he exclaimed, as the cat immediately became more comfortable in his owner's arms, curling up and nuzzling its face against the boy's. The kid looked up at the firefighter, his eyes once again filled with tears, but this time, with a big smile on his face. "Thank you, superhero!"

The firefighter reached out and gave the kid a gentle clap on the shoulder, then stepped out of the way as Mike began to guide the family back to the other ambulance- leaving Richie and the firefighter standing there together.

Richie barely had the chance to open his mouth before the firefighter was ripping his helmet off and turning on Richie, sending him a glare so cold it could have single-handedly put out the fire.

"Not. A. Word," Eddie Kaspbrak snapped.

Richie raised an eyebrow, bringing his hand up to place it on his chest. "What ever do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"Don't play dumb, Tozier," Eddie replied.

"I'm not! I was just going to congratulate you on another life saved- I mean, just think about it- how many cats is that you've rescued throughout your career now? Ten? And this one you saved from an actual fire, not just from a tree or a rooftop! My, my, the city should give you an award for this."

Eddie glared at him, and Richie's grin grew larger. "I also pulled that kid from the house," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Isn't that your whole job, Mr. Fireman?"

"I swear, one day I'm going to-"

"Kaspbrak!" The booming voice came so quickly, so loudly, that it made both Richie and Eddie flinch, turning simultaneously to see the Fire Captain walking past a few feet behind them. "I sent you over here to get checked out, not to chat!" he barked. "Get to it!"

Eddie nodded as the Fire Captain walked past, all while mumbling something under his breath that Richie couldn't quite catch, but was sure wasn't anything nice. He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head in question as he looked back at Eddie. "What was that about?" he asked.

Eddie refused to meet his eyes as he let out an irritated sigh. "Captain noticed that my... my air tank was broken when I came out of the fire," he said, his voice softer, though still distinctly annoyed. "Broken latch, or something- it wasn't secured. There's a good chance I was breathing in smoke the entire time I was in there."

At no point did Eddie ask for Richie's help, but Richie knew that Eddie would rather run back into a burning building than ask Richie for help, so Richie didn't wait. His smile remained on his face, though most of the smugness was replaced with the care he showed to all his patients, as he removed his plastic gloves to switch them out for a clean pair.

"Come on," he said, nodding towards the open ambulance doors. "Take a seat. Go on, Eds, doctor's orders."

"Don't call me that. And you're not a doctor."

"Ouch- spitting fire there, Eds. Not very heroic of you."

"Bite me."

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

For the Drabble/doodle prompt:

Fem!Reddie But I’m a Cheerleader AU

ohhhh babey hell yeah

me and @haaawaiianshirt actually discussed this au like a million years ago but I genuinely can't remember who was who, so after like a full forty five minutes of staring at a wall, thinking about Them, I reengineered it to make eddie megan... except she still gets to be a little butch

ficlet below cut:

i haven't written these babies in so long so I sincerely apologize if im rusty but have some Eddie-specific, non-canon scene, but i'm a cheerleader vibes:

Eddie… didn’t quite see it working out like this.

Which to be perfectly fair, isn’t, like out of the picture. The past almost two months have been exclusively didn’t quite see it working out like this. 

Being accused of lesbianism, being sent to conversion therapy, and, goddamnit, especially not the accusation being right.

But when she’d been sitting outside the office, panic coursing through her nervous system, waiting, Eddie had genuinely thought that she was going to lie. She was fully prepared to pretend she was straight, to say that none of it had ever happened. That she’d never loved Richie Tozier and she was so, horribly, incredibly excited to graduate into a dull, mind-numbingly pink life of heterosexuality.

Richie was going to look at her with huge, betrayed eyes. Richie was going to get kicked out. She’d already carved out a place in her brain for the guilt.

Eddie was a good girl, Eddie was a catholic girl, Eddie was her mother’s perfect daughter, Eddie was a fucking cheerleader. Richie was the brave, snarky, proud-to-be-a-dyke one, not her.

But for some fucking reason, staring her mother down as tears and snot dripped down her face, demanding she reconsider, while Robert fucking Gray in neat little blue suit grinned at her and told her she could have a second chance, she couldn’t do it. Fuck that, she’d thought, considering a life of boyfriends and a raised ranch in the suburbs and two and a half kids, Fuck that.

Richie had said she was braver than she fucking thought that night, her hand slid under her skirt in the back of the Cocksucker, her voice all soft and smiley and genuine. She hadn’t really realized that she’d meant it comparatively. That Eddie was brave because Richie wasn’t.

Maybe that wasn’t fair. Eddie just… doesn’t know how to feel fair right now. 

She was supposed to leave with her and she hadn’t.

(The spot in her head she’d reserved for betraying-Richie guilt has been instead taken up with the image of Richie herself, pale and crying and more quiet than she’d ever seen her be, mouthing silent ‘I’m so sorry’s. With the words, ‘It’s been decided, then. Richie will do the simulation with Connor. Edith, you can go.’)

Adrien and Don had told her to take her time with the whole thing. Stan had rolled their eyes and told her that she’d get over it. She doesn’t think either of them are fucking right.

Not when she’s so fucking mad and confused, and every time she closes her eyes she pictures Conner fucking Bowers, sleazy, gay Conner Bowers, simulating sex that she knows Richie doesn’t want to have. 

She stares hard at the ceiling of her new bedroom. It’s smaller than her one at home, the walls painted a bright, angry red, and self-help books and dyke memoirs and magazines she knows you can’t buy in the grocery stores unsubtly sitting on the bedside table. 

It’s a weird, hands off sort of acceptance she’s not used to. And it’s better than her Mother’s cloying need to have control, but it almost makes her uncomfortable.

She doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing, in general and as a fucking lesbian and… god, maybe it’s selfish but she almost wishes Richie were here just so she could tell her the steps. 

Richie was the same age as her, sure, but she had more experience with this whole thing. She’d kissed girls, she knew what fucking… scissoring meant, she was good at it, she had the fucking training hours and everything that Eddie specifically lacked. 

(Though, she realizes, maybe that's the difference.

Richie knew. Richie came into this whole thing well aware she was a lesbian. From what she’d whispered, hidden in the dark corners of New Horizons, when they’d stopped making out just long enough to talk, it’d been one of the openly apparent things everyone around her knew and hated since she was thirteen. 

All her sex talk and bold sexuality shit that Eddie’d been so intimidated by at first, that she kind of longs for now, was just a defense mechanism that could be easily broken down and manipulated. 

Eddie… had honestly just never considered the idea before her mom sent her away.

Having sex with Conner would have grossed her out before, probably. She’d never even wanted to kiss Myran when they were dating, and now that she knew why, she wasn’t about to back down.

Somehow, Richie having more time to figure everything out made it even more complicated.

Christ, it’s not like any of this shit feels simple for Eddie, though.)

Without thinking about it she kicks herself off her bed and slams into the bathroom. 

‘Sweetheart, don’t worry about being a perfect lesbian,’ Adrian had soothed when she’d shown up, crying with suitcases, ‘Just worry about being yourself.’

It’d probably been good advice. If she’d known who the fuck she was.

She knew she was a cheerleader, that one had just been a fact.

She knew she was a lesbian, she’d figured that one out fast and then let it sink it incredibly slowly. 

She knew she was angry and she knew she was sad, and she knew that Richie might have had a point about her being brave. And that one had been after doing something impulsive and maybe stupid. 

She doesn’t really have time to recreate the first two, slowly burned life changes, but she can probably do the impulsive stupid one again. 

The least she could do was try, she thinks, digging in one of the drawers under the sink until she finds what she’s looking for. 

Her hair falls in clumps as she hacks at it with dull, bathroom cabinet scissors, uneven and probably ugly and she’s gonna have to get someone to fix it. Suddenly, though, she doesn’t think she gives a shit. 

She wonders if it’s a cliche, a dyke with short hair. She’s not necessarily sure she cares any more. Her head feels lighter than it ever has. 

She wonders why the fuck she hadn’t done this earlier, short hair would be so much easier for cheer than a fucking hair-sprayed stiff blow out. 

She wonders if Richie would like it. 

Richie. 

Fuck.

(Mother fucker… well, impulsive and stupid worked twice, right?)

She slams into Stan’s bedroom, the sudden plan shaking its way out of her skin too hard to take anything slow. They blink up from their book and look her over, cocking an eyebrow, “Nice hair.”

“Thank you,” She grins, feeling hot all over and shaky and kind of like she’s gonna pass out. Just, in a good way, somehow, “Wanna go crash the graduation tomorrow?”

[reddie-ao3feed]

Hot

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JR3DzVB by Arrow_Jaeger “You’re hot…” “You’ve mentioned…” “Are you telling me I’m wrong?” AKA Richie makes Eddie watch himself cum via their bedroom mirror to prove to him that he’s hot. Words: 4763, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 13 of Reddie Drabbles | Arrow_Jaeger, Part 17 of this is just a lot of smut | Arrow_Jaeger 2024 Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Anal Sex, Boys Kissing, Mirror Sex, Missionary Position, Doggy Style, Hand Jobs, Richie Breaks The Fourth Wall Like He's Deadpool, Banter read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JR3DzVB

[danhumphreydefensesquad]

Super curious about your writing process, do you write ahead of time and then edit later? How does it work? And how did you become such an amazing writer?

Wow thank you so much. I do! I write ahead of time! So far everything except the ending is written. I did that on my reddie longfic too. That being said, I do start posting before I hit that point. I do wait till I have a pretty good jump on it to post though. So, while I have an idea for another longer fic for Charlotte and George, it might be a little before posting it. That being said I’d be happy to write Drabbles and one shots to fill the space!

I write first usually to the point where I like it okay and then do a LOT of rereading and editing. The final editing comes usually right before I post. I edit once that day on docs and once again on AO3.

And thank you so so so much. This is such a huge compliment. I started writing really young. My first fanfic was when I was three or four and recited to my parents what I wanted and they wrote it down (it was a super embarrassing Star Wars fic where Vader was defeated when Luke said Nani Nani boo boo). Once I overcame actually learning to write (which was really hard for me) I never stopped. I have tons of drafts of both fics and original work and I rp consistently as well.

Again thank you SO much for the overwhelmingly kind comment on my writing 🥹

[lemonleafloser]

- Me at my desk writing on my chrome book.

- Dad comes in asking if I fed the pets.

- I tell him I fed Mickey (my cat) because I thought he fed the others (Ziggy, Dads Dog and Kitty, Mums cat)

- He says he hasn’t but he’s happy to do it now.

- I tell him I don’t mind feeding them cause he’s cooking.

- He insists he can do it saying “You keep doing what you’re doing because it’s important isn’t it”

- Me trying to to crack the fuck up because I’m literally writing fanfiction right now and I don’t want to reveal that so I say hesitantly “… yeah”

[argyleheir]

Drabble - Bunk

[For this week's contrelamontre "heat" challenge | Fandom: IT | Pairing: Richie/Eddie]

"Uh, Richie?"

"Yeah, Eds?"

"You're not gonna believe this… but I forgot my sleeping bag."

"You looked in your backpack?"

"I looked everywhere."

"How about your other backpack?"

"Everywhere."

"…My backpack?"

"Richie! Fuck! Yes, I looked in your backpack—which, ew. When are those granola bars from, anyway? The nineties?"

"Maybe? Anyway it's too late to start hiking back tonight—we already spent like three hours setting up the tent—and these marshmallows ain't gonna scorch themselves."

"So?"

"So I guess that means we'll have to share."

"…Fine. But if you take your fucking socks off, I will kill you."

[fourteentrout]

Hey, thanks so much for the tag @achaotichuman!!

I gotta start by saying I feel like we run in the same circles so I may not think of as many people to tag, so I encourage anyone who's interested to partake in this game! It's such a great way to know other writers and members of the fandom(s)

Okay here goes!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Right now, 17 (as of yesterday-ish!)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

404,659

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've posted for A Court of Thorns and Roses, The Social Network, Steven Universe, Hunger Games: A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, It (Chapter 2 mostly), Jesus Christ Superstar, and The Dead Poets Society. Right now I pretty much only actively write for ACOTAR but I am susceptible to being pulled into other directions (I've had an idea for a fic for Nope that I started jotting down, I'm pretty into Batjokes so I kinda wanna write for them at some point, stuff like that)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fair and Square (posted anonymously as a part of a kinkmeme prompt game)

Observations on the Life of Edward Kaspbrak

What Do Richie Tozier and Kim K Have in Common? (Hint: it's more than you might think)

I'd Let You Climb Me Like a Rock Wall, and other bad rock climbing puns

The Mortifying Ordeal of Getting Better

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely. I don't think there's a single instance where I haven't responded to a comment. They feed my passion and my greedy soul and the rush of serotonin and dopamine and other happy chemicals when I see that I have something in my inbox is genuinely unparalleled.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It was more of a character study drabble, but probably "The Death of Neil Perry, Actor and Honorary Member of the Dead Poets Society". It was the first thing I ever published to ao3 actually, and it's literally just what's on the ticket. "the price of knowing your love" is an arguable contender though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Any of my (actually complete) It Chapter 2 fics probably. They're almost all fix-its, and some of them are literally just like fluffy PWP.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Mostly mlm, as that's what most of the ships I write for are anyway, but I have written one threesome ("The Solution"), and I wouldn't be opposed to other kinds of pairings. Overall my smut is fairly vanilla, I don't get too adventurous with it. This can lead to it feeling kind of repetitive (to me) but I enjoy reading it and implementing it in my works, so I don't really care too much that I'm a little bit of a smut one trick pony.

9. Do you write crossovers?

Nope! I've thought about it though. I came up with this whole elaborate crossover between ACOTAR and The Boys. But like, idk if it could be considered a crossover cause it didn't actually have any characters from the boys, it was more like what if all the characters in ACOTAR were in The Boys universe, and all the characters in The Boys were just. Not. Idk if that would count as a crossover. But I digress.

10. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Also nope.

12. What is your all-time favorite ship?

I mean I feel like I have to say Richie/Eddie of It fame. I was just so dedicated to them for so long and have written so. much. for reddie that it would feel wrong not to put them. Plus like theyre just one of thee iconic gay ships at this point like it's very easy to have them in the top slot. I'm also big into mark/Eduardo from the social network (SPECIFICALLY) and Tamlin/Rhysand of ACOTAR

13. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a ton of abandoned reddie fics, some of which I actually started posting before finishing (yeesh). I also have a markwardo apocalypse au fic that I actually really do want to finish, but im just so entrenched in ACOTAR that idk if I'll ever get around to it. I REALLY wanna finish my TBOSAS fic and I am actually determined to get around to it at some point, but who's to say.

14. What are your writing strengths?

Woof. I'd say dialogue, emotion heavy scenes, introspection, and character chemistry.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am a chronic yapper, so like not enough editing, weird pacing, that sort of thing. I unfortunately do a lot of telling where I should be doing more showing. I also am not too great with humor, which is fascinating to me because I LOVE humor, like I love watching standup comedy, I love hanging out with funny people, I love cracking jokes, but I just can't really think of anything actually funny to write oftentimes. And even if I do, I don't always know how to fit it into a scene. Another thing is, plot. I often don't really write things with real plot. I'm not too creative when it comes to coming up with original ideas and scenarios to put the characters in, so a lot of my work ends up being more character driven than actually plot driven. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but I wish I could be comfortable with both, not just the character analysis-y stuff.

16. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never really done it so I've never really thought about it! I sometimes like when a fic has something that I have to look up or translate, but I don't like actively seek fics with other language content, as I really only speak English.

17. First fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking what's on AO3, technically The Dead Poets Society. But if we're talking first fic ever written, I suppose I could consider the self insert Percy Jackson story I started writing in fifth grade (before I even knew what fanfiction really was).

18. Favorite fic you've written?

I'd say right now it's "Colors in a Dead Garden." I just dedicated so much time and effort to it and I ended up really happy with the results. I think it really shows a lot of my progress as a writer and it just felt so much more meaty and like layered than other fics I've written.

So, there it is! Again, I feel like practically everyone I know of on this side of the ACOTAR fandom was already tagged, and not to be blunt, but I'm also practically falling asleep. I may come tag others later when my mind's in a more working order lol. But yes, anyone who sees this and is interested, please join! Id love to see what other people's stats are like!

Thank you so much for the tag @zenkindoflove, I freaking love being tagged in writing games!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 32 (To think I started??? This year??? Or end of last year???)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 271,982

3. What fandoms do you write for? ACOTAR & DC Comics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Regrets (Superbats, DC Comics)

Little Secrets for my Soul (Batjokes, DC Comics)

The Lighthouse (The Aquaman Family, DC Comics)

Wildflowers (Tamsand, A Court of Thorns and Roses)

The Justice League's Mom's Book Club's Guide to Vampire Slaying (Martha Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Hippolyta & Atlanna, DC Comics)

5. Do you respond to comments? Always! My readers made the effort to comment on my fic, so I will absolutely respond with the utmost enthusiasm. It means the world to me when I get comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, it's absolutely Wildflowers. I mean, it's canon ending so does it really count?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think most of them have happy endings, especially the oneshots. If they're not happy, they're some kind of tender, or sweet. I do think Regrets has the most upbeat ending.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. More and more lately. I would say I write the kind of smut that makes you question yourself (and I haven't even dived into the kinkiest kinks). Are you confused? Yes. Do you know what happened? No. Do I know what happened? No. Were we all entertained? HELL YES.

9. Do you write crossovers? I didn't name my blog home of the crackships for nothing. I LOVE crossovers. I have a few on my AO3, but so many on my to-write list.

10. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! Not formally. I do roleplay with a partner. I tried to re-write one of ours as a fic, but it's soooo tricky.

12. What is your all-time favorite ship? SUPERBATS SUPERBATS SUPERBATS. At least, if we're talking something that has a fandom. If we're talking my fav ships forreal, it's Lambert x Gojo Satoru x Clark Kent, Orm Marius x Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen x Hal Jordan x Komand'r, Lilith x Eskel, etc.

13. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? None that I know of. I usually circle back and/or can be swayed to finish one.

14. What are your writing strengths?

Details. I think I have a few. I get weird fixated on details that I think make the writing feel more 'lived in' and immersive.

Side characters. I think I'm very good at creating intriguing side characters that you'll get attached to. My trick is that the character is fully developed with their own story before they appear on my page. How else will I get their interactions down, even if it's for a chapter and they're never seen again?

Humour. I literally cannot be serious. I have to shitpost halfway through my story.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?  

Pacing. I am impatient, I wanna get to the juicy parts, but some stories need to cook a little before getting to the fun stuff. I tend to use the excuse that since it's fanfiction, I can #yolo and post.

I cannot write something short for the life of me. Everything needs to end up being multi-chapter, I'm TIRED.

Smut. It's not raw enough. It's not filthy enough. I need to let go and be less formal about it. Just dig right in and have a meatier writing. I just don't think my current style fits pure smut. It does fit trying to fuck an eldritch horror and soul-shattering orgasms tho 😂 But sometimes, I just wanna go to pound town, not achieve self-actualization through butt stuff, you know???

16. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I have some foreign words in my Illyrian fic, and I am fluent in french. I do hate seeing other people write dialogue in different languages SPECIFICALLY FRENCH, so I won't be doing that.

17. First fandom you wrote for? A Court of Thorns and Roses.

18. Favorite fic you’ve written? I have different favourite ones for different reasons.

I like cosmic bloom because it's unhinged smut.

I like Regrets because it's my first ever Superbats fic and got so many kudos!

I like Wildflowers because it's my first story I ever wrote from start to finish.

I like Needle & King because it's healing a lot of trauma to write it, and I get to discover my identity and explore lore/worldbuilding that I've been putting off for ages.

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[stan-the-cinnamon-roll-uris]

A while ago I had this idea for a Reddie AU where Richie got in with the wrong crowd after he left Derry for College and eventually ends up as a wanted criminal in New York, where Eddie has started working as a police officer.

This eventually resolves in a cat-and-mouse chase where they keep seeking each other out, even without their memories.

Until Mike calls them back to Derry and everything comes rushing back.

This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I don't think I'll continue the story but for anyone who's interested in some angst, here's the moment after Eddie gets hurt in the cave:

"Eds, come on. Who am I supposed to play cops and robbers with now, huh? You haven't even caught me yet."

It pulls a weak laugh from Eddie, followed by a bloody cough that wipes Richie's smile straight from his face. Thankfully Eddie doesn't seem to notice.

"Not my fault you tricked your way out of custody the last time."

"That's a shitty excuse, even for a cop, Eddie." Richie tells him and tries to blink against the burning in his eyes.

He just has to keep him talking and if anything, Richie knows he's good at that.

He readjusts his jacket against Eddie's chest but Eddie doesn't even flinch. Instead he slowly blinks at him and for a moment it reminds Richie of his cat at home.

"You gotta meet Alfie."

Another slow blink "Who's Alfie?"

"My cat. Alfredo Howard Tozier the first. I got him from a shelter last year."

Eddie huffs out another weak laugh. "Of course you did." Richie can tell that Eddie's starting to have trouble breathing. It takes a long moment for Eddie to go on with the conversation.

"What does he look like?"

Richie quickly wipes at his eyes with a wet laugh "Oh he's a huge black tabby cat that likes to stand on his backlegs a lot. If Al Capone ever got reincarnated as a cat, that would be Alfie."

Richie startles at the loud screech on the other end of the cave. As he looks up he can't see any of the others. He just hears them shout.

[derrymilk]

Richie towering over a kneeling Eddie, holding his chin in place while he spits in his face and calls him a dirty fucking pervert. He pushes his boot into Eddie's erection, just hard enough for Eddie's face to redden with pain and mortification. Richie is fully clothed while Eddie is completely nude... completely vulnerable... completely debauched.

Richie makes him cum with just his words and a few rough tugs of his cock. Eddie ends up a sobbing mess on the floor, completely spent and completely sated.

[eddieeatsass]

how about richie's birthday and he blows out his candles making a wish that eddie would kiss him

(Send me birthday themed prompts; smut and fluff welcome.)

What sweethearts, awe! Since you didn’t specify if you wanted fluff or smut this one will be purely fluff, hope you enjoy. :’)

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Richie Tozier had been on this earth for seventeen years, and he had made the same birthday wish for the last ten of them. It doesn’t matter that he was too young to fully understand what it meant to be in love at the ripe age of seven, he knew deep in his heart that he wanted to kiss his best friend.

Some things have changed, however. Kissing didn’t mean the same thing now than it did when he was seven. While his thoughts had started out with images of cheek kisses and long hugs on the playground, the years had matured his pining appropriately.

So as he took in a deep breath, steeling himself to blow out the candles on the shoddy cake-attempt his friends had lugged to his house on this Saturday afternoon, only one face flashed in his mind.

I wish Eddie would kiss me.

He opened his eyes and they locked with the same face sitting across the table, a cheery smile staring back at Richie’s dumbfounded one.

“Did you forget the next step, dumbass?” Beverly’s voice broke through Richie’s bubble, sending the world back into regular orbit.

“I was just building up the anticipation before performing my blow job, Beverly.” Richie recovered. He pursed his lips and blew the candles out in one breath. Half hearted cheers rung out around him and he couldn��t help but notice the way Eddie’s face flushed even as he rolled his eyes.

“Who wants the f-f-first piece?” Bill asked, leaning forward and cutting into the cake with the dull side of a spatula. The icing crumbled apart in chunks and scattered across the table.

“Not it.” Stan quipped, shooting his hand up to touch a finger to his nose.

“Stan, you made the cake.” Beverly retorted.

“Yes, and that is why I can confidently say it is not edible.”

“You made me a non-edible cake for my birthday?” Richie cocked his eyebrow, staring down at it as if it had offended him.

“You’re welcome.” Stan nodded.

“Well... if it’s not edible...” Richie didn’t think twice before shoving his hand down into the cake and grabbing a handful of its filling. The world moved in slow motion for the next second; Richie could hear his friends yelling, saw as Ben grabbed Beverly and moved her out of the range of impact and Mike dove on to his stomach, but his mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Richie’s palm made impact with Eddie’s face as it smeared cake across his skin, frosting and filling melding together to coat freckled features in muck. Richie only had a second to recover before short limbs were attacking him, knocking him to the ground and using their surprising force to climb atop Richie and pin him down like a starfish. Eddie barked out orders and the other Losers complied, grabbing the cake and shuffling over to help Eddie exact his revenge. By the time they were done, Richie was covered in cake from the top of his head to his collarbones. He was pleading for mercy, bucking his hips like he was a bull trying to throw Eddie off (which was half-way true). Finally, small hands detached from Richie’s wrists and he was able to properly buck Eddie to the ground.

“You got icing in my hair.” Eddie pouted once everyone’s laughter died down. “Sorry spaghetti man, but if it’s any consolation I probably have icing in my pubic hair after the beating I just got.”

“No one would ever willingly go near your pubic hair, Richie.” Stan deadpanned.

“Speak for yourself, Staniel. Mrs. Kaspbrak happens to love my pubic hair, says it makes me look like a man of the 70s.”

“Fucking gross, Rich.” Eddie slapped his arm lightly and pushed himself up off the ground. “I need to shower. Please tell me you own something other than two in one shampoo and conditioner.”

“So you want me to lie to you?”

“Dear god someone help this man.” Mike mumbled, helping Stan up off the floor.

“My mom might have something up to your standards.” Richie offered, standing up and brushing the stray crumbs off of his shirt. “Follow me.” They left the rest of the Losers downstairs as they wandered down the hall to Richie’s bathroom.

It was a small room consisting of only a toilet, a shower bath, and the tiniest sliver of sink they could fit into such a tight space. As it were, having two people in the room was a tight squeeze, but Richie never minded when it was Eddie.

Eddie sat on the sink as Richie pushed the shower curtain aside, searching the array of bottles for something Eddie could use to wash up. He whistled absently, some tune too unfamiliar to place but just familiar enough to warm the atmosphere until Richie finally found what he was looking for. “Ah-ha! Here we go.” Richie turned on his heels and handed the pink bottle to Eddie, whose eyebrows raised as he read the label.

“This is bubble bath.”

“It’s strawberry scented.” Richie offered.

“It’s bubble bath.” Eddie repeated slowly, as if Richie hadn’t quite understood him the first time. “Isn’t all soap the same?”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love.” “What-” “WHAT.”

Richie’s stared at Eddie in horror as he realized what he’d said. It had been a joke, or at least, it had meant to be one, but the truth was too palpable and it cut right through any humor that tried to soften it.

“THAT WAS A JOKE, RELAX EDS.”

“You’re yelling-”

“NO I’M NOT, YOU’RE YELLING.”

Silence stretched out between them as Richie’s heart threatened to break through his ribcage and pull an Alien. It took everything in him not to physically run out of the room, but something in Eddie’s gaze glued him in place.

“You’ve got a dumb way of professing your feelings for people.” “Wha-”

“You’ve told all of our friends about it, how did you not expect it to get back to me?” A smirked played across Eddie’s lips, triumphant, almost.

“Those sons of bitches.” Richie muttered, deflating slightly.

“Richie, you know you’re an idiot right?”

“Yeah yeah, I get it.”

“No, you don’t.”

Richie looked up from the spot he’d been focusing on on the floor, meeting wide brown eyes and an unwavering smile. Eddie reached forward and pulled Richie in between his knees.

“You don’t get it.” Eddie repeated, hushed.

He leaned up and closed the distance between them, slotting plush lips against Richie’s own slightly chapped ones. The kiss was chaste, quick to come and quick to go, but electrifying nonetheless.

Richie blinked down at Eddie in an absolute haze, his brain stuttering to keep up with the changes happening.

“Do you get it now?” Eddie asked, a bit of a shyer tone accompanying his question. “I’m not sure, let me just-” Richie swooped in then, grabbing Eddie’s face and pulling him impossibly closer as he kissed the life out of him. This time things were drawn out, slower and more heated. Eddie’s arms came to clutch at Richie’s, holding on to him tightly as Richie nearly pulled him off the small section of sink he was sat on.

When they finally pulled away they were both breathing heavy, silent as they let the weight of everything settle. Richie was the first one to speak.

“That was kinda gross, huh?”

“Absolutely disgusting.”

“We probably should have washed the cake off first.”

“What did Stanley even use to make it taste like that?”

“Our first kiss will forever be tinged with the flavor of dog shit.”

“I’m going to leave an angry yelp review.”

[edspageds]

kyle im gonna bother you again bc i have my notifications on for you 😘😘😘 sorry im annoying 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ but i have to give you a prompt im so sorry i just love your writing so much. it's the "did you at least think of me when you were having sex with her" i love you 😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

Prompt: “did you at least think of me when you were having sex with her ”

Ship: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier - Reddie

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.3k

CW: notSFW, affairs, basically Eddie is having an affair with Richie and it’s good for neither, but they can’t keep themselves from each other.

I may have gone slightly off the rails with this one, but I hope you still enjoy! You’re never a bother, and I love hearing from you!! sorry this took as long as it did!!

Send me your prompts! <3

Richie licked a strip up the column of Eddie's throat, savoring his shuddering breath, his fingers tightening on his biceps. Eddie trailed his hand up, splaying one across the jut of his chin, the other digging into his scalp, carding through his hair. 

He never wants it to stop, Eddie's hands drawing him closer, heated skin pressed together. He can ignore all the signs; the pale band on his finger where his wedding ring normally sits, the secret meetings in far off private locations, the distance spanning between them in the light despite their tender embrace in the dark. 

It's not hard for him, pretending that is. Lost in the bliss of Eddie's throat, peppering little kisses and love nips. Eddie arching against him, his hard cock rubbing against his thigh. His pulse racing, the thud of his heart roaring through his veins. 

He can pretend it's all for him. That he's not sharing.

That Eddie's heart belongs is his alone, encased snug in the spot where Richie's used to be. Because he gave his to Eddie months ago. 

If he were any more of a romantic he might even say he gave it to him that first night they met. Dim lights and booming music forcing them close, Richie leaning toward the bartender, and into Eddie's space to order another drink. 

He didn't notice him at first, but he tugged on his sleeve. Richie turned to him, and almost swallowed his tongue at this gorgeous man, blurry, but glowing under the neon beer maid sign hung above the bar. He scrunched his nose, the stench of alcohol strong on Richie's breath, but he didn't move away.

Eddie reached into his bag, and offered him a Listerine strip, still entranced in the bob of Richie's adams apple. 

"You need it." He said it matter of fact, maybe even a little snootily, and Richie was smitten. 

Like a gradual heat, spreading from the base of his neck outwards to the very tips of his fingers and toes, his fondness for Eddie grew. It happened so slowly, he didn't even realize what he'd given away, until he laid in bed, watching the sun tickle across Eddie's cheeks. His chest aching where his heart used to be, that he even realized he'd given it away. 

And he likes to think Eddie's given him his. In between lingering lips, and sweet nothings fucked out of his throat, he belongs to him. Stretched on his cock, holding Richie still so he can take in the slight sting, pleasure racing up and down his spine. 

Their breaths mingling, only thinking of each other. Richie can pretend, lost in Eddie's enchanting brown eyes. 

He can pretend that his heart beats only for him, and that beyond this room he can hold his hand, whisper love into his lips until his cheeks are a bright cherry red, and have those eyes reflect it right back.

He's drunk on them, the lies he's built up to fool himself. But, in this room he can. Because here, here it's them. Just them. So, Richie can lie, can pretend, as long as he has this. 

As long as he has Eddie. 

(He tells himself that, every day, and every day, the words ring a little more hollow.)

Richie presses against him, savoring his name rolling off his tongue in pleased hums. The head of his cock smearing cum across Richie's abdomen. "Richie, Richie…" whispered in the night like the sweetest, saccharine promise. His nails scraping down the expanse of his back lightly, tingles spreading like ripples in their wake. 

He thrusts in little movements, savoring the drag, and briefly wishing he could feel him without a condom on. It's safer this way (safer for her anyway). Bubbling deep beneath the surface, in the pits of his mind, he wonders what Eddie would do if he took it off. Felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against him, weeping in white across his rim. Would he shudder in want, tugging Richie closer? 

Mindless of anyone else but them, a sign of his true desires. He doesn't, because he respects the other man's wishes too much, and because he's afraid of what might happen if Eddie tries to push him away. If the beast hiding away under his flesh, just past the subcutaneous tissue, will lunge out not caring past its hunger, past its craving for Eddie, whole and completely. A beast that's been fed on jealousy and envy gnawing away at its gut, and only knows want. 

Eddie tightens his legs around him, breathlessly whispering "Harder" into his ear as if he can feel the beast slumbering inside him, howling out for relief! Like he knows Richie, can see that part of him, and wants just as much. 

Richie adjusts, getting his legs under him, thrusting into Eddie in a harsh, quick snap of his hips. The slap of skin on skin just as rewarding as the quick pants of his name spilling out in each thrust. Pure primal lustful fucking, the kind he can never get from her, and the kind Richie won't let Eddie soon forget. 

He fucks an impression of himself into his body, in place of the love he wants to cradle him with, because at least there's that-at least she can't touch him like this, have him like this, make him moan like this, Richie's name slipping off his tongue like a prayer. 

Eddie pants harshly, fingers scrambling for purchase traveling from Richie's hair to his shoulders, to his arms and back again, arching into each trust. As if he can't get enough of Richie, as if being balls deep inside of him isn't close and he wants even more-everything Richie has to offer, only Richie has to offer. 

Richie strangles a moan in the column of Eddie's throat, pumping the other man’s cock as he cums grinding into his prostate, a glow of devotion in Eddie's half-lidded brown eyes. 

Eddie follows right after him, beautiful climaxing crescendo playing through every muscle, as he clings to Richie just as tightly. Both panting, muscles loosening with every breath. 

Eddie tugs at him insistently, and Richie meets his waiting lips with his own. A wet, messy slide of tongue, spit dribbling into Richie's beard. Every cell in Richie's body yearning for the other man, screaming with each press of his lips 'I love you, I love you, I love you' but he doesn't say it. 

Barely holding the words clogged in his throat, too scared to admit it first, because of what Eddie might choose over him. But, looking in his eyes now, the dim light of the moon split in ribbons across his face, Richie can't imagine he'd pick anyone else. 

It might be the confidence the afterglow gifts him, it might be foolish, it might be reckless, but he can't stop the tide bubbling out, the words right there, right there on the tip of his tongue because Eddie… "Eddie, I-"

It's barely a whisper, just a hint of a ring muffled by distance, but it's familiar and shatters the illusion built up in Richie's mind. Eddie scrambles out from under him, shoving his shoulder and barely paying any mind to him in his pavlovian conditioning to answer that fucking phone.

The conversation is hushed, Eddie at least having the good grace to huddle into the on-suite to spare him listening to whatever bullshit he tells his wife to keep up the illusion of a happily married straight man. The sound of the tap running as he cleans off the evidence of his affair. Platitudes of affection dribbling in half-truths, her name on his lips like he wasn't just singing Richie's while getting railed on his cock. 

He doesn't bother removing the condom, letting his limp dick rest against his leg, semen seeping out just because he knows it'll piss Eddie off. He grabs a cigarette from the bedside table, the nicotine barely soothing the bitter jealousy spooling in his gut. 

It's not long, but it's enough for the distance between them to grow like years in the yawning distance of the bathroom to the bed. 

"You could clean up, Richie."

He blows a smoke ring at the other man, flicking ash to the floor. "And you could be less off a prissy shit."

Eddie scrunches his nose at the stale smoke lingering in the room, but his eyes also don't leave Richie's body which should say enough about his hypocrisy. Richie's not being fair, he knows he isn't. The unnecessary cruelty clenching his heart might have made him bite his tongue, apologize, but he already gave that away to the man hallowed by the bathroom light.  

In its place, resentment festers.

Eddie scoffs, gathering his clothes. "I don't have to stand here and listen to you be an asshole. I have a perfectly good bed at home that isn't being occupied by a gargantuan man baby."

"Yeah, it just has your gargantuan wife, Eds." It's a joke, but it's said as an insult, the words leaving his mouth like molten garbage.  "How is she by the way? You know, she's got a lot of cushin' for the pushin'. Bet her pussy feels real nice around your dick, huh? Or can she even feel it, like a tiny prick in the hay."

"Don't fucking talk about her that way, she doesn't deserve your shit!"

"But, she deserves you coming here getting your brains fucked out, while you simper at her. Yeah, real chivalrous of you Eddie-bear." Eddie's face is scarlet, sputtering indignantly even as he stands naked in the face of the truth. 

Because that's it, the simple truth of the matter. Eddie's willing to get fucked within an inch of his life, but fuck if he can be honest about it. 

"What the hell has gotten into you, you know why we have to do it like this." He hesitates a moment, eyes flickering between his gathered clothes and Richie spread out glowering at him. Internal debate, clear on his face. 

Maybe he should leave, quit this endless cycle they've found themselves in. 

Instead of backing away, Eddie comes closer perching on the edge of the bed, hand resting right by Richie's foot. "What will my job think, my mother- and I can't just leave her and run off with you in some happily ever fucking after! Like we're some Sunday lifetime special. I can't-"

Richie smiles sardonically, taking the cheap shot. "Be honest? Yeah, kinda got that already."

He scoffs, but it's not hurt in his eyes. He looks at Richie like he understands, like he knows what he keeps asking, and how much it hurts every time he walks out that door and pretends they don't know each other. Pretends like their relationship is this dirty little secret to stay shoved away in the dark. 

"Fuck off, you know I would if I could. You know that." He implores, lightly brushing Richie's ankle, but that gentle touch isn't enough to stem the tide of dark, possessive jealousy that spills from the aching pit in his chest. 

"Do I? Because what I know Eddie is that I have to meet you in far off dive bars just to have a conver-fucking-sation. What I know is you're too afraid to even text from anything other than a burner phone for fear of your wife finding out." Richie feels sick, the words coming out cutting, but he can't stop the muck from bubbling over out of his mouth. He's not loud, barely speaking above a whisper, but Eddie recoils like he's screaming in his face. 

"What I know is that you're more than willing to sell your shit to her for a few more minutes riding my cock. But, you want to know the thing I don't know Eds? The one thing I'm really dying to know?"

Eddie's fists open and close, refusing to meet Richie's eyes, but steeling himself nonetheless. Richie, for a moment, wants to take it all back. He can't stand hurting him, can't stand the person this is turning him into. Twisting into his guts, serrated knife kissing his intestines. Can't recognize himself from the ploppy shit that floats down in the sewers. 

He can deal with it, pull him close regardless of the hurt festering away, because isn't the lie more beautiful than the truth? Isn't it better to have him, have this, then nothing at all? 

Eddie looks at him then, defensive eyes and a haughty tilt of his head looking at Richie like he's the scum of the earth. 

And maybe he is, to hurt the person he loves most. "What? Do I still love her? That's what this is about isn't it. You're so fucking pathetic Richie."

But, Eddie's hurt him too. 

He doesn't move suddenly, doesn't seem even slightly rushed as he puts out his cigarette on the bare bedside table. Eddie furrows his brow, clearly a lecture quivering on his tongue, but he holds it in as Richie lazily slides closer. 

He lightly brings his hands to Eddie's cheeks, the other flinching, before leaning into the warm touch sighing in comfort. 

Richie smiles like a predator, cruel and all bright white teeth. "Do you think of me, when you're fucking her?" 

Eddie's breath hitches, startled gulps, but Richie doesn't give him a chance to catch it. He crashes their mouths together hot and heated; pouring in all his hatelove hatelove hatelove, teeth clacking harshly. Eddie grips his shoulders, blunt nails digging into his skin as they jam their lips together till he tastes blood, either his or Eddie's doesn't really matter at this point. 

Eddie presses closer, clambering into his lap as Richie yanks him, the mess leaking from his condom between them in a disgusting sticky mess. It's harsh and heated and says everything and nothing it needs. Eddie tugs on the hairs on the back of his neck, kissing him like it's the last time. 

But, holding him close, primal and near violent intensity sparking in flames, the biggest lie is that he could ever let this go.