Reddie Oneshots

Was Sorta Hoping You'd Stay

not tEcHNiCaLLy smut (but it is implied) found dis 1 on tumblr (originally from ao3 so ill credit the author) by richietoaster (what a lovely username)

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Everyone thinks Eddie Kaspbrak has been wasting his whole 'college experience' away. He's supposed to want to hang out with his roommates and go party and drink and get high but.. parties are filled with people he doesn't like and germs he doesn't want. He'd rather be at his dorm drinking by himself, if he's being honest.

It's the day after midterms and there's a huge party being hosted in the west wing of his building tonight. Eddie had been invited to it by three different people and he still didn't plan on going. That is, until the door burst open, revealing his best friend and roommate, Bill Denbrough.

"Eddie, I'm going to s-skin you alive if you d-don't go to that party to-tonight," is the first thing he says to the petite brunette in front of him.

"Bill, you know I don't do parties."

Eddie adverts his eyes back to his phone, not pulling it away fast enough when Bill makes a grab for it.

"Hey!"

"It's after midterms, one party can't hurt," Bill pleads with giant eyes and his ridiculously effective pouting lips, "C-Come on, it'll be fun. Please?"

Eddie sucks on his bottom lip, narrowing his eyes at his friend. "You think you can get me to do anything you want just because you're my best friend, don't you?"

"Kinda, yeah."

There's silence for a moment, but then Bill's blowing a bubble with the gum he's chewing, and pops it with his tongue. "So will you?"
"Fine, but I'm not going to enjoy myself."

"You will, I p-promise."

Bill never breaks a promise.

But Eddie's starting to think it's the first one to be broken, especially when he's left all alone to push through the many sweaty college students, dancing and spilling alcohol all over themselves. He finds it disgusting and dirty and - Christ , he really needs a drink.

He forces himself through the crowd, toward the kitchen to pour himself something strong. Eddie doesn't plan on getting drunk, but one drink can't hurt.

"You should mix it with Kool Aid," a voice suddenly calls out, making Eddie jump and spill some of the contents of his drink.

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Strong liquor isn't that tasty," the stranger says, "Only freaks like that hardcore shit," he pauses, "I bet you're a freak, aren't you?" He steps closer to Eddie.

The question sounds like something else and hits Eddie in a different way. He shudders, taking a step toward the boy, smirking, "Something you'll never know."

"Well I'd love to find out," the college student rests his hand on the wall beside Eddie's head.

Eddie leans up, lips brushing against the stranger's jawline, "I bet you do.. Just sometimes we don't always get what we want, do we?" His lips linger on his skin for a moment before he's backing away, walking back to his original spot across the room. And if he sways his hips more than usual, he knows that the other boy is eyeing him closely.

Eddie locks eyes with him from across the room, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he definitely knows he's got the beautiful stranger wrapped around his finger.

"H-Hey, Eddie!" Bill saunters over and puts a hand on his shoulder, his face is flushed, "I think I'm g-going home with someone tonight.. Are you okay being here b-by your-yourself?"