Just Know When I Think About Reddie, I Want To Clutch My Heart And Fucking Scream

I need to finish writing a tomgreg fic but instead I've thought about writing another. wip is the devil's work

whenever i see whatever guys of the week tumblr is obsessed with im like. oh. they can't be that gay. and sometimes they aren't. but sometimes they're tom and greg from succession.

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

Can you imagine 40s reddie where Richie is doing something mundane and Eddie tugs him away to go somewhere private and Richie is like "No wayy, this is doing something for you??" and Eddie is embarrassed but horny and like "just stfu and come over here"

PAIRING: tomgreg SUMMARY:

Greg finally stuck up for himself after all the constant prodding, poking and putting him down. He fucking landed one on him; his cheek still burned from the slap, and as much as he’d deny it, the hot skin was like he was wearing a badge of honour.

He swelled with pride at being able to not only witness it but feel it first-hand. And it felt really fucking good.

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When I think about the ending.

PAIRING: tomgreg

SUMMARY:

basically if Greg was the underdog au

“Kiss you? I mean…” Greg started with a sluggish shrug and fiddling with the glove in his hand, “I would, but we’re in public, man.”

(1) Eddie might just be going crazy-- he thinks it's entirely possible, maybe even likely. After all, his mother was crazy. He might just be going crazy, because it seems to him like Trashmouth Tozier's instagram account has gotten... sexier, of late. Like, joke sexy, rather than sexy in earnest, and it's just Eddie's poor luck that he actually finds Tozier... attractive. Shit.

(2) He finds him attractive. He's married, he has a wife, he's-- he spends a lot of time telling himself he's straight, but... he feels something looking at pictures of some unfunny comedian that he doesn't feel any of the times he's supposed to feel something. Well... no, it's not that he's unfunny. His jokes are unfunny. His instagram is... he actually seems like he is funny. But the joke 'sexy' photos...

(3) He makes these ridiculous faces, like no one could actually find him sexy, like it's all a big gag, and then he lifts his shirt in the mirror or he poses on his bed, or some other thing that's a clear parody of people who actually take sexy photos, but the thing is, he's... well, Eddie can't tell exactly how tall he is, but he's tall, and his hands are enormous, and he has nice biceps, not like... built, but nice. Like, arms Eddie can easily imagine holding him. Tight.

(4) And that's not crazy, noticing that. It's some new goofy thing he's doing and he's clueless about how hot he really is and that's honestly kind of cute, it's just... it only started happening after he'd commented on a very unsexy picture (only it wasn't unsexy, he'd kept thinking about those enormous hands, on him, he was thinking about those hands when Myra had-- during the span of time he usually tried to think of nothing at all), and he hadn't realized...

(5) Well, he hadn't realized Tozier would reply, or that he'd start following Eddie of all people, though that might have been a random follow-back deal, he doesn't know, he doesn't know anything anymore because Tozier had made a joke about Eddie talking dirty to him (literal dirt, he was talking about literal dirt) and now every other picture is weirdly actually sexy and if Eddie wasn't going crazy before, he might just start.

(6) He resolves not to overthink the coincidence, and then Richie Tozier posts a professionally taken picture, and his jeans are tight and his legs are spread and he had clearly been ordered not to make a funny face and you can see him struggling not to, out of sheer reflex, and Eddie can imagine him being self-conscious with something earnest, and he looks really good and Eddie is officially overthinking it. He hates himself a little. He needs a divorce.

(7/7) And then, the phone call comes, and Eddie is sitting in an airport looking at his phone and that's Richie, that's his Richie, and it all rushes back to him... and he really needs that divorce, he really does. It's going to be a while before he expects either of them will check social media, but he leaves a comment on Richie's airport selfie. If something goes wrong, with this reunion, at least... at least he's said he remembers him, and... maybe it's enough somehow.

(1) "It's just..." Bev says, her expression wheedling as she holds up the tape measure-- Eddie feels a chill of pure dread run down his spine, because he knows, he knows he hasn't got it in his heart to refuse Bev anything. It would be hard to refuse any of his friends anything, really, but Bev is the sister he never had, they understand each other on a level the others just don't, and he won't say no to this. "I think your measurements are the same as one of my models."

(2) It's menswear. How bad could it be? It's something for a magazine shoot, so maybe it'll be a little more high fashion than the stuff she actually sells for people to wear, but he likes her stuff. Back when he couldn't remember her, or Derry, he'd bought a tie from her spring collection, it's still his favorite tie. He used to wear it for important days at work-- more recently, he's worn it out to dinner with Richie. Saying yes doesn't seem too scary.

(3) Bev takes his measurements and lets out a triumphant whoop when he proves just right-- she's made one round of alterations already and wants to know if she needs to change anything else. She starts him out in a suit. It fits like a dream, and it's a little more... well, 'fashion', than anything Eddie could see himself picking out, but not in a crazy way. Just... too high-end for work. He likes it, though. It's the sort of thing he thinks he'd get married in, if...

(4) There are two pairs of jeans he has to try-- he asks Bev what the odds are of his getting a pair when the casual line drops, because his ass looks fantastic, and she laughs and tells him he can get the pair he's wearing back after the shoot, since any pair he bought wouldn't be pre-tailored. The jeans for Eddie, she jokes, can be Richie's Christmas present. There's a sweater, and a jacket he also likes, a little bit edgy, but maybe New Eddie is a little edgy, too.

(5) And then, she has him try the mesh shirt, with the tighter jeans, the edgy leather jacket, and a mesh shirt doesn't make Eddie think 'fall'-- and it's definitely too edgy even for New Eddie, who dates boys and is back in school for a career he cares about and gives so many fewer fucks what people think than Old Eddie, but he kind of likes getting to play pretend for a little bit. He's not self-conscious like he thought he'd be, not with Bev.

(6) The black mesh softens the look of his scars, though they're visible. The shirt's collar, cuffs, and placket are satin, and he likes the way it all feels, even if there's nowhere on earth he would wear it, and very few people he would wear it in front of. It's when Eddie is just taking off the jacket that the second person he would wear it in front of walks in, Richie's jaw dropping as he takes Eddie in. Black denim, black mesh, half-shrugged out of black leather...

(7) "Wow." Richie takes a halting step forward, and then another, reaches out until his hand just hovers at Eddie's side. He moves over him as if there's a forcefield keeping him just an inch from touching Eddie's chest, his ribcage, his abdomen. "Wow. You look... wow. Can I touch, or will I be killed for crimes against fashion because I wrinkled something? Wow, you... you should get a shirt like this, honestly."

(8) "You can touch." Bev laughs, helping Eddie out of the jacket and hanging it up in its garment bag. "Just don't tear it off him. And don't try to have sex with him while he's wearing any of this, I know you're tempted. Actually, be very careful with that, it's going to be in a magazine shoot this week. And tell me what you think of those jeans, because those are coming back to Eddie after the shoot. You like?"

(9) "Yeah." Richie's voice is soft and shaky, his hands finally landing on Eddie, warm through the mesh. His thumbs rub gentle arcs over Eddie's ribcage, before his hands slide down to rest at his waist, before he leans in for a kiss. It's warm and slow, and Richie is just a little breathless when he pulls away to give Eddie another look-over. "Yeah, I like all of it. Babe, why aren't you modeling for real? I refuse to believe the real model looks better than this."

(10/10) "I'm not modeling this look for anyone else but you." Eddie scoffs. And he knows they'd understand, that if Bev asked her friends to do some kind of concept shoot instead of using real models, he wouldn't be in this, but it isn't really important now. What matters is that he had fun, that he got to play pretend with one of his best friends and be a model for an afternoon. What matters is that Richie thinks he looks good, scars and all. What matters is, New Eddie is happy, edgy or not.