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❛ i want you to hold me when we’re done. ❜
“You know I can’t do that...” Richie trailed off, sitting up and onto the edge of the bed as he swiped the floor for his suit. It was hard, slipping a tight latex suit back onto his body after an angry round of fucking. He winced as the material dragged and pulled at his skin uncomfortably until he had it settled up to his waist. Eddie watched from his place in bed, a thin sheet covering him below his hips, effectively keeping Richie from falling back into bed with him.
“Why not?” Eddie murmured, curling a little into his pillow as he eyed Richie. He knew why, but this was almost a routined conversation for them. As though the words they were using were shallow and meaningless while the way Eddie looked at him held all the heartbroken pleas that he didn’t need to say aloud, along with the panicked thoughts flooding through Eddie’s mind, it was enough to leave Richie a little dizzy.
"You know they’d kill me if they found out I was fucking the kid that was responsible for saving the world– you know that, right?” Richie murmured, but Eddie only shook his head, but his thoughts said it all, and they were flooding Richie’s mind like a faucet someone forgot to turn off. “Stop– fuck. Why are you fucking thinking so much? Just say it.”
Eddie sat up, twisting around in the sheets until he was facing him. Richie’s eyes dropped to the sheets, barely keeping Eddie’s cock from being exposed to him, and it was hard to look away, until Eddie was coughing quietly and covering himself more. “You don’t think my team wouldn’t string me up if they found out about this?” he asked, but Richie elected to ignore him to find the rest of his things. “I’m willing to put it all on the line for you, and you can’t even stay with me until I fall asleep.”
“You know why I can’t. I don’t get why we have to do this every single fucking time–”
“Because I love and care about you?” Eddie questioned back, with Richie looking at him curiously. “Yeah, asshole. I love you.”
An explosion stopped Richie’s response from being heard, as the sky lit up and crackled with burning heat beside Eddie’s apartment window.
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Another set of gross high school Richie Tozier hc’s that I’m projecting on because… why not
- Richie wanted to get rid of his bed in his room so he could be one of those edgelords that has a hammock instead of a bed. and when his dad asked why he wants to do that he said, “well my gf broke up with me so i wont be needing one anytime soon if you know what i mean.”
- Eddie ends up teaching Richie the etiquette of making a bed. And Richie did not know that you were supposed to replace your sheets and pillow cases as often as people do…
- once Richie had lice and he was too embarrassed to tell anyone that he looked up how to fix it online himself and rubbed coconut oil onto his head and it looked like he didn’t shower for a month and he smelled like a coconut. no one else got lice though
- Richie doesn’t have AC in his house so he usually has his window open,, except he doesn’t have a screen to keep the bugs out so he tells eddie that he is one with nature.
- once he drove onto a freeway with his friends late one night to get home. when his friends told him that it was a toll freeway, he drove onto the side and reversed out of the toll freeway, not thinking of the potential dangers of it
- Richie has never gotten into a car accident before– even though all of his friends are terrified of his reckless driving. He has accidentally crashed his car into his garage door before though. whoops.
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reddie + eddie comes out to went
“I’m gay.”
Wentworth Tozier wasn’t usually lost for words. His son took after him in that respect. But now, sitting opposite said son’s best friend and watching him nervously play with his hands, he didn’t know what to say. He started with closing his mouth, nodding slowly.
“Eddie, that’s…” he shook his head in confusion, drumming his fingers patiently on the table, “why me?”
“If I told my Mom, I’d never see Richie again,” Eddie said matter-of-factly, picking at the loose strands on his oversized jumper, “I’m not ready to tell the guys yet. Richie knows but…” he held his breath, finally looking up to meet Went’s gaze, “you’re the only one I’ve told. I had to tell someone.”
Wentworth felt tears pricking at his eyes, remembering the conversation he and Maggie had with Richie a few years ago. He stood from the table and approached Eddie, pulling him into a tight hug and patting the back of his head soothingly.
“It’s okay, Eddie. You’ll always be part of our family, too. Frank would be so proud of you. And that’s a fact.”
Eddie sniffled, separating from Went to wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper, “thanks, Mr. Tozier.”
Went smiled fondly. Over ten years and Eddie hadn’t changed a bit. He fetched a fresh glass of water for the emotional teen, setting it on the table in front of him. A few silent minutes passed whilst Eddie drank. As he set down his glass, Went finally rested his hands on the table, smirking playfully.
“So, you and Richie…?”
“We’re just friends,” Eddie murmured, a telling blush spreading across his face. Even if that was true, Went could tell both of them wanted more. He sighed, softly and patiently.
“Ah. Shame,” when Eddie fixed him with a questioning stare, Went continued with an affectionate tone, like he was speaking to his own son all over again, “my boy’s got it bad for you, Eddie. And I’ve seen the way you look at him, too,” Eddie didn’t bother to deny it. He just lowered his gaze, as though he struggled to believe his feelings were reciprocated. Ever patient, Went smiled gently, “I know this is a lot to deal with right now but trust me when I say, you don’t want to waste any time. If it feels right, it can never be wrong.”
Before Eddie could ask how Went could possibly know, Richie stumbled through the Tozier’s front door, carrying a large pile of books. His hair was tousled, no doubt where he’d run his fingers through it whilst trying to solve a particular problem. Richie’s post-mathlete meeting look was certainly one of Eddie’s favourites. Even now, his breath caught and he swallowed the lump in his throat. Richie tossed his books onto the couch, a grin spreading across his face as he noticed Eddie.
“Eds!” He bounded over, ruffling Eddie’s hair playfully, “sorry I took so long. Hope this old man hasn’t bored you to death.”
"Less of the old guy, whippersnapper,” Went replied, pretending to swat at his son with an invisible walking stick. Richie rolled his eyes whilst Eddie laughed politely; Went caught his eye and winked supportively. The boy took a deep breath and stood, reaching for Richie’s hand.
“Rich, can we go for a walk?”
Richie looked down at their entwined hands, wondering why all of the air seemed to have left the room. He swallowed thickly, nodding quickly, “y-yeah, I, erm, I can do that. I can walk. Pretty well.”
Eddie chuckled cutely, pulling Richie in the direction of the front door. Richie turned back, giving his father a confused, questioning look. Went just smiled, making an ‘okay’ gesture with his fingers. And then he was alone.
Later, much later, long after Went had retired to bed for the night, Richie returned and tiptoed into his parents’ room, unceremoniously shaking his father awake. Went groaned, blinking himself awake and grunting at his assailant. It was pitch black and he could barely make out his son’s enormous grin.
“Hey, pa, I dunno what the fuck you said to Eds, but you’re SO gonna be our best man.”
Went laughed quietly into the dark room, falling back asleep with a smile on his face.
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The Himba (singular: OmuHimba, plural: OvaHimba) are indigenous peoples with an estimated population of about 50,000 people living in northern Namibia, in the Kunene Region (formerly Kaokoland) and on the other side of the Kunene River in Angola. The OvaHimba are a semi-nomadic, pastoralist people, culturally distinguishable from the Herero people in northern Namibia and southern Angola, and speak OtjiHimba, a variety of Herero, which belongs to the Bantu family within Niger–Congo. The OvaHimba are considered the last (semi-) nomadic people of Namibia.
The Himba often cover themselves with otjize paste, a cosmetic mixture of butterfat and ochre pigment, to cleanse the skin over long periods due to water scarcity and protect themselves from the extremely hot and dry climate of the Kaokoland as well as against mosquito insect bites. The cosmetic mixture, often perfumed with the aromatic resin of the omuzumba shrub, gives their skin and hair plaits a distinctive orange or red-tinge characteristic, as well as texture and style. Otjize is considered foremost a highly desirable aesthetic beauty cosmetic, symbolizing earth’s rich red color and blood the essence of life, and is consistent with the OvaHimba ideal of beauty. The OvaHimba are also accustomed to use wood ash for hair cleansing due to water scarcity.
Hairstyle and jewelry play a significant role among the OvaHimba, it indicates age and social status within their community. An infant or child will generally have his head kept shaven of hair or a small crop of hair on his head crown. This soon is sculptured to one braided hair plait extended to the rear of the head for young boys and young girls have two braided hair plaits extended forward towards the face often parallel to their eyes. This style is called ozondato, the form of wear being determined by the oruzo membership (patrilineal descent group). The style remains during preadolescence until reaching puberty. Some young girls, with exception, may also have one braided hair plait extended forwards, which means they are one of a pair of twins.
OvaHimba girl
OvaHimba girl dancing
OvaHimba boy
OvaHimba girl, one of a set of twins!
OvaHimba children, both boys and girls, removing ticks from goats.
From pubescence, boys continue to have one braided hair plait.
A young man wearing a braid known as ondatu. Namibia. Photo by Nigel Pavitt
Once they reach puberty, OvaHimba girls will have many otjize textured hair plaits, some arranged to veil the girl’s face.
This girl is going through puberty, a fact made plain by her hairstyle, which has been designed to cover her face and help her avoid male attention. The puffs at the bottom are either goat hair or synthetic.
(In daily practice, the hair plaits are often tied together and held parted back from the face.)
This girl’s braids are arranged to reveal her face, indicating that she’s ready to be married.
Women who have been married for about a year, or have had a child, wear an ornate headpiece called the Erembe, sculptured from sheepskin, with many streams of braided hair, coloured and put in shape with otjize paste.
Married women wearing erembe
Unmarried young men continue to wear one braided hair plait extended to the rear of the head. When Himba men marry, they start wearing turbans, which they never take off unless someone in the village dies. After a death, their heads are shaved. Because the turbans are never removed, things can get a little itchy underneath, so men carry pointed arrow-like instruments to scratch it with.
Married OvaHimba men. #s 1 and 3 wear a scratching implement in their turbans.
Widowed men will remove their cap or head-wrap and expose un-braided hair.
Himba widower. The habit of using a head-scratching implement is hard to break.
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❛ you don’t have to be so gentle with me.
“Baby,” Richie breathed, his lips dragging along Eddie’s bare shoulder as he ran a wet cloth along his back. The stinging heat of the water sprayed hard at the base of his shoulder blades, igniting a dull stinging pain from where Eddie dug his nails into him. “If I wasn’t gentle, I think I’d end up killing you.” he murmured, a small smile etching over his features as he felt Eddie’s body tensing just slightly.
Eddie looked back at him, a look in his eye that Richie couldn’t quite recognize. He twisted his body around completely, facing Richie to rake his eyes down his chest and back up to his eyes. “Maybe I want that.”
“Does that do somethin’ for you?” He asked, nosing along Eddie’s forehead as he pulled him a little closer. “Knowing I can crush your neck if I’m feelin’ too excited?” Eddie nodded, and Richie was already beginning to feel the hardness of Eddies cock pressing into his hip. “Disgusting.” He mused, as Eddie shyly rolled his hips forward, never breaking away from Richie’s gaze.
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headcanon that both richie and eddie talk in their sleep but richie always says ridiculous dream-things like “give me my banana back sir” and “maybe i like kissing your knee eddie, what about it?” that makes eddie giggle whenever he hears it, while eddie says the most terrifying nightmare shit like “there’s something watching us through the window” and “she’s here. the little girl. she’s angry” and richie, who is lying next to him, woken up from his nice kissing eddie’s knee dream, is just
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god... country boy richie being all sweet with eddie right before they fuck and eddie is lowkey annoyed that richie isn’t being a rough alpha with him like he very much wants, but just before eddie can complain about it richie is harshly shoving two fingers up eddies ass. richies words are jsut teasingly very sweet while he fucks into eddie as hard as he possibly can, and eddie loves it and it somehow makes him feel like even more of a whore than when he’s being degraded.
god anon, your brain has me vibrating? thank you for this, I finally feel like I can answer a nsfw ask??
When they finally start dating, Richie is a fucking simp. He’s so kind to Eddie all the time, even when they’re making out (which is the furthest they go for awhile) Richie’s pressing gentle hands against him and holding him close and telling him just how beautiful he is. And Eddie loves it, of course he does. He loves how sweet Richie is because you don’t get to see a lot of that in alphas but Richie just loves being soft with him.
and the first few times they have sex its wonderful– it’s heaven, really. It’s sweet and slow and soft and there’s so much love there that Eddie gets a little light headed from it. And Richie is always so patient with Eddie, and he’s always telling him how great he’s doing. he’s doing such a good job for Richie, Richie’s so lucky to have him, blah blah blah. This goes on for about a month and Eddie thinks that this is gonna be his life. Where Richie is so sweet and kind and it drives him up a wall because a big strong meat head of an alpha like Richie shouldn’t be THAT nice.
But at some point he must have told someone about it, like Stan or Beverly, because the next time he’s out with Richie, Richie’s being extra kind to him. He doesn’t know why Richie’s being so sweet, but he takes it of course, he can’t be mad at his boyfriend for being so nice, he’s just gotta learn to accept it. Until they’re falling into bed together and Richie’s yanking eddie’s clothes off of him as fast as he can but he’s keeping his on,, and then he’s got his fingers lubed up a little too fast and circling around Eddie’s hole. “You think you could take two at a time right now?” he’d ask, and Eddie’s making a choked off sound when he feels two thick fingers pressing into him in one fluid motion. His hands fly down to try and get a hold of Richie, any part of him, but Richie moves away just in time. “Lets see if I can make you cum with just a finger fuck, yeah darlin?”
and Eddie’s clutching the sheets as Richie’s fingers are pressing in so deep and so hard and so fast, like he wants to bully his way into Eddie with a charming smile as if he’s doing the lords work, right then. And Eddie’s trembling under him and trying to squirm out from Richie’s grip but he can’t because Richie’s god his fingers pistoning into him with his other hand is gripping his thigh to keep his legs spread and he hasn’t even broken a sweat yet while Eddie’s just near tears and overheated with sweat dotting his forehead and slick drenching Richie’s hand.
and when he’s coming for the first time Richie’s pulling his fingers out of him too fast so he doesn’t even get to enjoy it–– until he’s unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out to press against Eddie. “You want it?” and Eddie knows he isn’t prepped enough for Richie’s cock but he also knows that it’s something he desperately needs,, and then the head of Richie’s cock is pressing against his hole and he’s waiting for Richie to fuck into him but he’s just sitting there with a smile on his face. “You can put it in yourself, baby. I know you can.” and Eddie’s shaking his head because he can’t, he knows he cant. He’s lying on his back at an awkward angle and he’s got almost no muscle in his arms to hold himself up properly. But Richie’s just staring him down with that smile that holds so much love and Eddie’s trying to push his whole body down the bed so he can press against Richie’s cock and try to get it inside of him.
and Richie’s no help at all. He messily jerks Eddie’s cock off as Eddie tries to push back on Richie’s cock but it keeps fucking slipping through his slick and Eddie’s whining and tearing up because Richie isn’t helping him get what he needs and why isn’t his alpha taking care of him like he’s supposed to– and then a small sob is bubbling up from Eddie’s throat and he’s desperately trying to get Richie’s cock in him because he needs it,, he needs it or else he won’t be able to breathe– he needs Richie’s cock more than he needs air, and the feeling of that blunt head teasing him as it slips and catches against his hole makes him cry more.
and Richie’s smiling and taking his cock in one hand and gripping one of Eddie’s legs with the other and he’s pressing his cock into eddie with one harsh thrust, relishing in the way eddie’s head falls back against the bed and the relieved noise he makes is,, incredible. and eddie’s shaking his head and clawing at the sheets and curling his toes as Richie relentlessly fucks into him,, where he’s barely prepped and delirious from the pained pleasure he’s feeling because it hurts so fucking good because his alpha’s finally fucking him just right–
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Okay I’m here! Just read all of it, loved every second. Absolutely adored the lesbians bc I’m big bi and I really like girls. Anyway, country boy Richie is my shit! I’m imagining him standing up for Eddie against Sonia and Eddie finding it super hot?
okay so this is gonna be bullet point format sorry hahaha
- they start dating at some point right? it’s inevitable, their chemistry is just so good ofc ofc ofc.
- when richie brings up meeting eddie’s mom he’s so fucking against it at first but seeing richie’s face, he can’t help but feel all soft for him. so he decides that the best time to introduce richie would probably be during christmas or something because bill’s mom throws this big christmas party that everyone goes to right?
- so when winter break comes, richie decides to spent part of the break with eddie’s family. eddie convinces bill to let richie stay over there because he knows his mom would never be okay with that
- at the party richie’s got his more “modern” fit on because bill and beverly consistently make fun of him for his little outfits and as much as he loves it, he’d rather not be asked how many turkey’s he’s wrangled or if the one they’re eating for dinner is one that Richie caught himself. he’s trying to be vegetarian for crying out loud.
- richie’s already there when eddie comes in looking like a gorgeous christmas treat right? he’s wearing an ugly christmas sweater that has a reindeer vomitting with a red solo cup on one of its antlers (i have this sweater i fucking love it) and his moms walking in, in this red pantsuit type thing with her hair up and she’s smiling at everyone who passes by
- richie makes his way over and he’s wrapping an arm around eddie and giving him a gentle squeeze. sonia’s giving him a look as he stretches his hand out. “Hi, you must be Sonia.”
- “Ms. Kaspbrak,” she would limply take his hand and shake it, before she’s smiling at eddie.
- “be a dear and get me a drink, would you?” and eddie reluctantly leaves richie’s grasp to do it for her.
- this is what sets richie off. the entire night, eddie is doing every single little thing for his mother. get me a drink please. would you grab my pills from the car. please get me some food honey. oh myra looks so pretty tonight, would you talk to her for me? please help me sit down honey, my legs hurt. stay with me, won’t you?
- and richie’s tried talking to her, and getting to know her. but she’s short and rude and doesn’t respond to any of richie’s kindness. and then when Sonia starts talking about girls-- he just goes batshit.
“why haven’t you introduced me to any girls yet?”
“ma- you know why.”
“it’s because you haven’t met the right girl–”
“ma please don’t–”
“myra is such a kind girl. she would probably be able to straighten you out.”
“ma’am,” Richie would interupt her, smiling when Eddie shot him a look, “I’m sorry to break your heart this way, but your son needs a man to keep him satisfied.” and she’s stumbling over her words and her face is heating up. “You didn’t ask, but my names Richie. ‘m the boyfriend.”
and her brain would definitely Error 404
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i can have a lil sketch between commissions, as a treat
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What about a little fic where Eddie and Richie promise to each other as young teens that if they’re still virgins by the time they go to college they’ll lose it to each other
NSFW! (also long, this got long)
“There’s no way I’m not getting laid before we go into the great beyond.” Richie said, flipping over in the too small hammock to face Eddie. “I mean look at me.” He gestured at himself and Eddie held back a snort.
“My point exactly.” He jabbed Richie’s side, making him squirm and the hammock sway dangerously. “Also the great beyond is death, not college.”
“Whatever.” Richie fell back, staring up at the ceiling of their clubhouse. “You know what I mean. I’ll get tail before I leave Derry.”
Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. “Did you forget that you’re a loser? It’s going to make it hard to convince any girl to kiss you, let alone more.” Eddie’s stomach squirmed uncomfortably at the thought of Richie kissing someone but he pushed it down. They were teasing each other, it was lighthearted fun. That’s it. Richie was exactly as single as him- that is to say, extremely. Neither of them had even tried dating. Eddie knew why he didn’t date- being in love with your best friend was a full time job- but had no idea why Richie didn’t. Eddie was sure if he wanted to he could get a date. He’d seen Cyndy Johnson checking Richie out when they were at the arcade. People liked him. Eddie had liked him first but that didn’t matter, not anymore.
“Ah but you forget my secret weapon.” Richie moved again and Eddie rolled his eyes, about ten second away from yelling at the other boy for moving. “Being bi! Twice the options.” Richie wiggled two fingers in front of Eddie’s face until Eddie grabbed them, forcing Richie’s hand down. If he held onto it for a little too long, well, neither of them said anything.
“I don’t think that’s a good thing in Derry.” Eddie replied, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He remembered when Richie had come out as bi, how Eddie had thought for just a second that he’d actually had a chance before he reminded himself that his life didn’t work that way.
“You’ve got a point there.” Richie looked Eddie over slowly, sucking in a big breath. His next words came out quickly, all as one. “What if we did it. Like you and me. Doing the deed. Gettin’ busy. Naked field hockey.”
“What?” Eddie screamed. He tried to stand up but it wasn’t exactly easy to leave a hammock quickly and he ended up tangled in it, trapped against Richie as his chest constricted.
“Listen!” Richie spoke quickly, probably aware of how little time he had before Eddie had a panic attack. He grabbed Eddie’s wrist as he spoke, his thumb moving over Eddie’s skin as a way to keep him present. “We don't want to be the nerds who go to college as virgins! And you said you wanted your first time to be with someone you trusted. So yea, why not me Eds? We’ll go to college like the studs we are and not have this big V hanging over our heads.”
Eddie swallowed, a million thoughts running through his head about germs and STDs, about how dangerous sex was and - and-
Then he forgot about those things and found himself focused on how Richie’s hand felt wrapped around his. He wanted that physical connection, wanted that with Richie. Plus, they were only 16. He was sure he’d never have to follow through. Richie would get a girlfriend or boyfriend and forget all about this conversation but Eddie would always know that Richie had asked him first.
“Sure ‘Chee. Okay.” Eddie looked down and missed the surprise and excitement on Richie’s face, the hope that appeared there.
They didn’t speak of it again, not during their junior or senior year. Not when Eddie dated a long distance runner from another school or when Richie asked Sue to prom. They didn’t even talk about it when they packed up for college, the two of them going to opposite sides of the country. Eddie mostly forgot about the conversation but never his feelings for Richie.
He missed coming home for Thanksgiving because he was working, Richie missed Christmas because of his new job at a radio station but when the two realized their spring breaks lined up Richie insisted that Eddie come to visit him in sunny California. Eddie pretended to hem and haw while he booked a plane ticket. It had been too long since he’d seen Richie in person and he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to be alone with him for a week.
Richie was waiting for Eddie in the airport, holding a huge sign and a bouquet of flowers. Eddie couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.
“Flowers huh?” Eddie said, practically throwing himself into Richie’s arms. He looked a little different, shoulders broader, hair longer, but he still hugged like Richie, still picked Eddie up and spun him like Richie always had.
“Well the traditional California gift is weed but I didn’t think you’d like that.” Richie told him, still hugging Eddie tightly. Neither of them wanted to let go.
They spent the day sightseeing. Eddie loved California, the warmth and sites. Mostly though, he loved having Richie to himself, loved that things hadn’t changed between them. They still stood a little too close and moved away a little too slowly.
By the time they made it back to Richie’s dorm Eddie was exhausted.
“My roommate said you can sleep in his bed. He’s back home for the week.” Richie offered, pointing to the far cleaner side of the room. But Eddie didn’t want to sleep there. He could lie and say it was because he didn’t want to use someone else’s sheets but really it was because he wanted to be curled up next to Richie, like they had been as kids.
Richie must have sensed his reluctance because he added, a little tentatively, “Or you can sleep with me.”
Eddie turned to him, wondering if this was when they were finally going to talk about it, about how their relationship was different, about how they always seemed drawn together.
But Richie didn’t say anything else and neither did Eddie. Instead both changed into pajamas, Eddie went and brushed his teeth then crawled into the small bed, cramming himself against the wall as Richie flicked off the lights.
Richie laid down, facing Eddie. In the dim light Eddie could barely see Richie’s features. He wanted to reach out and smooth down his hair, which was sticking up from the heat.
“Did you have fun today?” Richie asked.
“I always have fun with you.” Eddie said, only wondering after if that was too honest.
Richie’s grin seemed to say it wasn’t. “So Eds, any sexy New York boys that you have your eye on?” Richie asked, his hand moving down to find Eddie’s, threading their fingers together. The simple act made Eddie’s heart pound in his chest.
“No, not really.” Just a sexy California boy, Eddie added to himself. “You? Anyone catch your eye?”
Richie chuckled then nodded, making Eddie’s heart sink. He should have known. Of course Richie had found someone out here. Probably a theatre major or surfing instructor.
Richie’s next sentence surprised him. “Do you remember the promise we made each other?”
For a second Eddie’s head went fuzzy, remembering a promise all the losers had made, a cut across his palm, a fear in his chest.
“In the hammock? When we were talking about college?” Richie continued and Eddie shook his head, focusing on what Richie was saying.
“About- about us having sex?” He asked.
“That’s the one.” Richie’s eyes scanned his face, waiting for Eddie to say something.
“I remember.” Eddie said, chewing on his bottom lip. “But we never- we never talked about it. I thought you and Sue-”
Richie shook his head. “No, we weren’t really compatible. Did you and Jake-”
Eddie answered with his own head shake. “Never went that far. I didn’t want to-” Eddie couldn’t quite admit the reason.
“So we would still be each other’s firsts.” Richie squeezed Eddie’s hand and Eddie wondered if this was all really happening, if they were really talking about this.
He nodded, meeting Richie’s eyes as best he could. “So are we- are we really doing this?” Eddie wanted to ask if it would mean as much to Richie as it did to him but he couldn’t bring himself too. Instead, when Richie nodded then opened his mouth, probably to assure Eddie they didn’t have to, he moved in, pressing his lips to Richie’s. It wasn’t a perfect kiss, he was off center and Richie’s mouth was open but they easily adjusted, like they’d been doing this for years. Richie tilted his head, pressing his lips firmly to Eddie’s and Eddie’s hands went to Richie’s hair, carding through it like he’d wanted to for years. Richie let out a soft moan as he did, spurring Eddie on. In an easy move he straddled Richie before he could second guess himself.
“Shit Eds I’ve- I’ve thought about this.” Richie said, running his hands over Eddie’s torso. “More times than I want to say.”
“Me too.” Eddie admitted, pushing his hands under Richie’s shirt and feeling his fine chest hairs. He wanted this, more than he dared to admit. He’d wanted to try this with Richie since he’d realized that sex wasn’t nasty or disgusting or going to make his dick fall off. Since then he’d dreamt of this, never thinking that it would actually happen.
His hands went under Richie’s shirt, pulling it off and throwing it aside. As he did he thought about saying all of that to Richie, finally telling him how he felt, but he couldn’t find the words. Instead he rolled his hips against Richie’s, both of them moaning at the sensation.
Before long the rest of the clothes were shed and Eddie was laying back on the bed while Richie scissored him open. It was a wonder that neither of them had cum yet. At first, Eddie had tried to bite back his moans until Richie had asked him not to, telling Eddie he wanted to hear everything. Since then Eddie had given into it, his breath coming in moans and broken swear words.
“Eds I think- fuck you look amazing. Are you ready?” Richie’s face appeared over his, claiming his lips again.
Eddie nodded, his hands on Richie’s back, trying to keep him close.
“You still want to do this?” Richie whispered, kissing Eddie’s the curve of his ear then neck.
Eddie wanted to tell him that Richie was the only person he wanted to do this with. Ever. But that was too much. He settled for nodding, watching as Richie sat up and ripped the condom open, rolling it on himself.
“God Eds, look at you.” Richie ran a hand over Eddie’s torso and he arched into it, his eye fluttering. “Shit, I can’t believe we’re about to do this.”
“Not if you keep talking.” He muttered, feeling himself flush under Richie’s gaze.
“Right to the point. Alrighty then.” Richie swallowed. “If it hurts-”
“I’ll tell you.” Eddie promised. “Now-”
“Okay, okay.” Richie lined himself up with Eddie, pushing in slowly. At first it was uncomfortable but then the pain receded and it was only pleasure. Eddie couldn’t believe how good it felt, to have Richie in him, moving in him.
Richie seemed to feel the same.
“Shit fuck Eds, fuck. God fuck.” Richie kept up a constant stream of mostly incoherent words, pushing slowly into him.
Eddie could only nod, trying to keep his breath even so he didn’t cum already. Once Richie started to thrust though, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
“Richie, you gotta-” He couldn’t believe how wrecked his voice sounded. He wanted to do this over and over, to always be this close to Richie.
“What baby?” In contrast Richie’s voice was unbelievably soft and sweet. “What do you need?” He punctuated his words with small thrusts, driving Eddie insane.
“Touch me. Shit I’m close, I’m not going to last Richie.”
Richie’s hand was on him before he even finished his sentence, stroking him. “Me either Eds. I want you to cum first though, I want to see you.”
It only took a few strokes and Eddie came, seeing stars as he moaned Richie’s name. Richie thrust once more and then came too, collapsing on Eddie after.
Eddie tried to enjoy the afterglow but it only took a minute for him to feel sticky and sweaty and for something like regret to sink in.
“Richie I need a shower.” He muttered, pushing at the man on top of him.
“Can I join you?” Richie asked, kissing his neck.
Instead of being romantic like before it made Eddie still. He didn’t know what this meant, if it meant the same thing to Richie that it meant to him.
So he shook his head, saying he wanted to be alone. Richie seemed disappointed but Eddie ignored it, slipping away to the empty dorm bathroom to give himself a minute to think and figure out what the hell had just happened and if things would ever be the same between them.
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Richie cracking jokes to make Eddie laugh is great, but Eddie making Richie laugh is cute cute cute. Richie’s true laugh is a big guffaw and Eddie blushes and is pretty darn pleased with himself.
GOD THE FEELING OF ACCOMPLISHMENT EDDIE WOULD GET BY MAKING RICHIE LAUGH WOULD BE GIJGYXUFJG he absolutely would feel butterflies inside every time he does it while trying to play it cool (but still unable to hide the pleased blush painting his face).
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A reddie fic where they've been dating but not really using the term, and Eddie accidently blurts out that he wants to go to the prom with only Richie and is mortified and quickly leaves to go home, while Richie has a mind explosion that this is official and omg is this real???
Cut to Eddie sulking in his room until he hears music playing outside and you guessed it, Richie either holding a stereo above his head or playing guitar and shouts happily EDDIE EDS SPAGHETTI KASPBRAK, WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?
Sonia comes out to the side with WHAT IN THE DEVIL IS GOING ON? while Eddie doesn't give a shit and says YES, YES I WILL.
Thank you for listening.
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Please do it
What a concept
Listening to You’re the One That I Want from Grease and I just see Richie as Danny and Eddie as Sandy except Eddie doesn’t take shit from ANYONE he’s like consistently this fiery ball of wild confidence after Richie is kind of really a dick to him right? and Richie’s like holy holy hoooooly shit right? So all throughout the movie Eddie is this sweet track runner and he’s bright and bubbly and of course Richie is this edgy greaser who couldn’t give a fuck about nothing so it’s the basis of grease but during this PART where Eddie goes all greaser on Richie and all Richie is thinking about is that Kaspbrak ass in those tight jeans and that black leather jacket and all that confidence Eddie has when he’s pushing Richie up against a wall or something idfk and Richie is just shaking in his boots because he realized he’s definitely willing to let Eddie step on him and he’s really willing to shape up and get his act straight just to keep Eddie’s eyes on him. And then the flying car or some shit idfk
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May I formally prompt you: Reddie having a serious fight and (temporarily) breaking up, but then realising they just can’t be without each other? 🥺
Eddie was trying to convince his hair to sit the right way when the doorbell rang. He took one last look in the mirror and decided it was good enough. Tom wouldn’t care. Probably. Eddie wasn’t really sure. It was only their second date together and Eddie was trying to convince himself to fall for the guy. On paper he was perfect, kind and soft spoken, willing to take things slow and never called Eddie any nicknames.
Yea, perfect.
“I thought we were meeting at the restaurant!” Eddie called as he walked over to the door. No response. “Tom? I’m not quite ready.”
But when he opened it wasn’t Tom. It was Richie, looking nervous and guilty.
“Surprise.” Richie said, doing sad jazz hands.
Eddie’s stomach clenched. Richie wasn’t supposed to be here. That was the point. They’d broken up, done the division of things and talked about how to manage friends. It was over between them.
“Do you wanna invite me in?” Richie asked, peering into Eddie’s apartment. His new apartment, the one he’d gotten after moving out.
“No.” He said, brows furrowed. He felt itchy, too warm. He wanted to pull his sweater off but knew he couldn’t.
“Eds-”
“That’s not my fucking name.” He snarled. He couldn't do this, he didn’t want to.
But they’d promised to be civil, that they would try to be friends. They didn’t want to make the losers choose, it was on them to get along. His shoulders slumped. “Sorry I just- what are you doing here Richie?”
“I wanted to talk.” Richie said, a hand hanging on his neck. “You didn’t answer my texts.”
“I didn’t see the point.” He inhaled, counting to ten and reminding himself that his therapist had told him that he’d eventually have to talk to Richie. He couldn’t cut the man out of his life.
On the exhale he added, “You can come in.”
Eddie stepped aside, his heart hammering in his chest as Richie peered around the apartment, toeing his shoes off. “It’s nice, clean.”
“It’s a shithole but it’s all I could find on short notice.” Eddie was surprised how much he hated having Richie here. It felt wrong for Richie to be in his home, examining the fragile new life he was building.
Richie nodded awkwardly, making his way to Eddie’s futon and sitting down. Eddie followed, sitting in the nearby chair. Richie looked disappointed but didn’t say anything about it. Instead he looked Eddie over, probably noticing that he was wearing his softest sweater, one that Richie had always loved.
“You look nice.” The comment was strained.
“I have a date.” Eddie replied, fingers digging into the arms of the chair. “So make it quick.”
He hated how cold he was being, how cruel, but he didn’t know how else to act around Richie. Anything else would throw him back into Richie’s arms and he couldn’t do that, not again.
“Right. Cutting to the chase. Well-” Richie looked up, gathering his words. “I want you back. The bed is too big without you and- I miss you.”
“Oh fuck you.” Eddie wheezed. “You can’t say that. You can’t come here, unannounced, before my date, and drop that bomb.” It was such a Richie move, everything on his terms, designed to throw him off. He pinched the bridge of his nose, not looking at Richie.
“How else was I supposed to say it Eds? You won’t answer my texts! You won’t meet me for coffee! I had to do something.” Richie moved to the edge of the couch, reaching for but not touching Eddie. “Eddie, I love you. I’ll always love you. These weeks without you- they’ve sucked. I know we fight and argue but that's something I love. I love your passion and spitfire attitude. I don’t want anyone else!”
Eddie shook his head, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill over. “No, you don’t get to say that! The time to say all of that was six months ago when we started fighting! Not now!”
“Give me a second chance.” Richie reached over, taking Eddie’s hand, his eyes pleading. “Please. I’ll go to therapy, I’ll get my aura cleansed, whatever. Anything.”
Eddie looked down at their hands, Richie’s larger one covering his. It made his heart ache.
“You need to leave.” He said, yanking his hand back and standing, putting some distance between them. “I told you, I have a date.”
“Eds-”
“No!” He reeled around, pointing at Richie. “No more Eds! No more us! We’re not together Richie! Leave! Get out of my apartment!” He was overreacting but he didn’t care, he couldn’t do this. Not now, not ever.
Richie nodded, giving in far easier than Eddie had expected. “I’ll go but I want you to know that you’re it for me Eds. There’s no one else.”
Eddie tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he watched Richie leave. Once the door was closed he collapsed onto the couch, refusing to cry. He didn’t want to shed one more tear over Richie.
His date went horribly. Eddie wanted to pretend it was because their food was late or that their waiter got his drink wrong but that wasn’t it. It was because he couldn’t stop thinking about Richie. The old Richie would have never done that, never put his heart on his sleeve in a meaningful way. He hid behind layers of jokes and self deprecating humor, real emotions were hard to come by.
As Eddie drove home he couldn’t stop thinking about it. All the things he’d wanted from Richie he’d offered- therapy, real communication, a commitment. Things Eddie had assumed were never going to happen. Eddie loved Richie, that was never in question, but he knew that wasn’t enough.
But maybe this was. Maybe-
Eddie found himself turning left instead of right, following the road to his old apartment. He could see the light on in the second story apartment and wondered what Richie was doing. Probably listening to music, his go to mood lifter.
His feet carried him to the door and he rang the buzzer, his stomach twisting in knots. He didn’t even know what he was doing there, he wasn’t sure if they could actually do this or if it would just end in heartbreak again.
But he knew he wanted to try, if Richie still did, if Eddie hadn’t scared him off.
“What- what are you doing here?” Richie asked, opening the front door to the building. He was in his faded nirvana shirt and pajama pants patterned with dancing monkeys and Eddie knew he was in love. He had been telling himself he wasn’t, that he was over Richie, but the truth was that he’d never be over Richie.
Eddie forced the words out. He was never a talker like Richie but he had to try. “I’m here for you, for everything you said earlier, if that’s still on the table. I know it won’t be easy and that we have a lot to work on but- Richie it’s you. It’s always been you. Since we were twelve years old and shoving each other out of the hammock.”
Richie paused long enough that Eddie started to doubt himself. He was about to back away when Richie looked at him, eyes full of hope.
“Really Eds? You’re sure? Because earlier- you were convincing.”
“I’m sure.” He realized how true it was as he looked at Richie. He was the person Eddie wanted to be with, the one that he felt fiercely for. “I love you Richie.”
Slowly, a grin spread over Richie’s face. Eddie had missed that expression. “Well then, you’d better come in. We have a lot to talk about.”
Eddie couldn’t agree more.
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