Reddie Oneshots

Ed's in a Wheelchair

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"Oh, I swear I'm in love," Richie exclaimed.

"You're not in love," Stan told him again, "You're just horny."

"How dare you invalidate my feelings," Richie said, sniffing, but he was back to staring at the Boy. Stanley wasn't entirely wrong, but he wasn't entirely right either. Richie didn't think so anyway. Richie had TR classes with Stan and after class they would head out to the library to do their homework together.

College level chemistry wasn't too hard, but they were lab partners and it was a lot easier to do all their work together instead of apart. Even Richie had to admit that the library was easier to work in than either of their dorms. Richie's roomie reeked the room up with weed, and despite popular belief, Richie hated the shit. Smelled worse than a fresh shit and it made his head spin. If he was going to party, it was going to be with booze.

Stan, on the other hand, had a pretty all right roomie, but the guy was a music major and almost always had noise going. Anytime either of them pointed it out, the guy would say that he had no choice but to practice all the time. It was bullshit, and Richie was just glad that they were rooming together next year.

Freshman year of college meant being away from Derry for the first time for the two of them, and they had decided on attending the same college, but had figured maybe they could try to open up their social options a little by rooming with other people. Like total idiots.

Not everything was bad though. Like the Boy. He was always working the front desk whenever they came in, typing away on the computer. There was no name tag, but it didn't matter. There was only one boy Richie was ever talking about when he'd said The Boy.

He had never actually had a crush before. It sounded pathetic even to himself, but Derry had been isolating for boys like him. And truth be told, even if Derry was throwing Pride every other week, it wasn't like there had been a list of boys Richie would have been calling up.

Mullets just weren't his thing. He just suffered four tragic years of being indefinitely horny and lonely instead like most gay boys in Derry. If there were even any other gay boys in Derry. Richie was skeptical, but Stan insisted he couldn't be the only one. Said it was statistically improbable. Stan was probably right. It was generally known that Stan Uris was hardly ever wrong, was the thing.

In any case it meant Richie was aching for it by the time he took his first step onto his college campus. The guys there were all right. Definitely better than Derry trash, but no one was really his type, he'd discovered.

"I can't believe you of all people are picky," Stan had said, amused, and somehow impressed sounding.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Richie asked, hand over his chest.

"Dude," Stan said pointedly, and Richie just sighed.

"Okay, yeah, that's fair," Richie agreed. "I have to maintain my rep, Stan. People can't know I let things like looks and personality get in the way of what I wanna hump. They might think I'm...sentimental." He whispered the last word, cupping his hands dramatically over his mouth.

And maybe he was sentimental was the thing – even though Stan had snorted and rolled his eyes. Truth was that he was a complete sap. Even during his faceless fantasies in high school, it had never just been some random guy he was dreaming about. It was always the illusion of a long-term boyfriend he was having sex with or sucking off. He had even created numerous backstories and everything.

Richie was in love with the idea of being in love, but he was too rational to just trip up over the first guy who handed him a pen. That was Chad from history. He was okay looking, and seemed genuinely friendly, but there just wasn't that something-something.