WELL I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN A LONG WHILE BUT HERE I AM, POSTING A FIC.  The Fic Where Bucciarati Is

I love the idea that since Reddie reunited and finally got together, Eddie can't help being all over Richie.. which includes wanting to join the mile high club and of course Richie caves, "you're killing me, Eds"

'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that

LListennnnistennn, imagine if Richie hung around the bad crowd and they all decide (excluding Richie) to pull a prank on Eddie Kaspbrak by sending him a fake love letter from Richie and to meet him somewhere for their date and Eddie shows up looking all cute and Richie is awestruck until the others appear to laugh and make fun of Eddie the f**got and when Eddie leaves, obvsly upset, Richie runs after him to ask why he came and Eddie says "I thought you liked me" and Richie is like well DAMN OKAY FUCK THOSE GUYS, LETS DATE.

I originally thought of this for a fem!reddie but it doesn't matter!!!

(1) "I recognized Eddie right away." Richie gestures towards him with his empty glass, fighting a laugh. Bev almost says 'I bet'-- it wasn't something she saw that summer, the brief time she'd known and loved these boys, she hadn't had the chance to see it and she wouldn't have known it if she had, but she's seeing something now, watching the way he looks at Eddie. "I recognized Eddie right away because he's the exact same height he was the last time I saw him."

OMGGG THANK YOU ANON!! THIS IS CUTE!

(2) "What? Fuck you!" Eddie squawks ('fuck me?', Richie laughs, Richie laughs and laughs, like he's been holding it back for twenty seven years or like he forgot how and he's only been faking it all this time). He throws a pea pod at Richie's head, it bounces off his chest instead. "I'm average height! Okay, you're just, your perspective is skewed because someone put you on the rack and stretched you out, you're a circus freak. I'm not the problem."

(3) "The rack? Kinky." Richie pops the pea pod into his mouth, to Eddie's theatrical disgust. He glows over the reaction it nets him, he sits up even taller in his seat. "I didn't say you were a problem, I just said you were little. Like a teddy bear. Where are you the average height, the Lollipop Guild?" (and he breaks into the song, does the voice and everything, while Eddie says 'The Wizard of Oz, really?', and Bev remembers the ghost of a school play, just for a moment)

(4) "Average height for men worldwide, you can look it up! You can look it up! I'm normal." Eddie bristles, defensive, and her memory sharpens. He'd been the tin man, with a funnel strapped to his head. Richie was the scarecrow, mugging for all the parents. Was it second grade? "You're the statistical outlier, your legs are RIDICULOUS." (Richie egging him on, braying with laughter, gasping out 'my legs?', mock-scandalized, throwing one up on the chair between them for Eddie to kick at...)

(5) "That worldwide average is like... taking in little people, right? And countries where everyone is short because of widespread nutritional problems? Because you are little, dude. You could sit in my lap like a little ventriloquist's dummy." Richie says, and Bev's eyebrows go up a good quarter of an inch as he scoots back in his chair and pats a thigh like he really wants Eddie to go for it.

(6) "You're the dummy." Eddie rolls his eyes, has to turn away from Richie to hide how hard he's fighting his smile. "I can't even believe you right now, I'm a normal adult man, I'm not sitting in your lap. I'm not a puppet or a teddy bear or a munchkin or a-- whatever other dumb thing you want to say, dude, it's just that you're a freaking giant... freaking giant freakish gangly bear man."

(7) "Otter." Richie says, and then his mouth clicks shut hard and his eyes bulge comically as he rushes to cover, as Eddie mouths 'what' at him. "I oughtta just-- you're a tiny baby boy, I oughtta pick you up, I could pick you up because you're so cute and little. You're so small I could like... carry you around, or throw you around, you're-- like I could just pick you up, I could do that, it would be easy."

(8) "I'd like to see you try, bro." Eddie shoves Richie's leg down from where it's reclaimed the chair between them, so that he can move into the seat beside Richie's. "I'd love to see you try to pick me up and carry me. What, you've got-- you're just gonna lift me, old man? You think you can lift me? You got some strong arms, you're gonna pick me up with your giant hands?" (She'd think she was crazy if Ben didn't turn to her at last to whisper 'what?', if Mike and Bill weren't staring, too)

(9/9) From 'strong arms' and 'big hands', somehow they wind up arm wrestling, and if it wasn't some kind of weird Richie-and-Eddie mating dance before, Eddie screaming about taking off shirts and kissing would get that message across. The way his eyes darken when Richie slams his hand down on the table. It feels a little like intruding on something, until the moment passes without either of them commenting on it. Really, she thinks, if they're the last to know, it goes to figure...

Imagine a modern AU where Stede enters "Blackbeard's Bar and Grill (and Other Delicacies, and Delights, And Fishing Equipment)" and raves to the waiter about how he loves the food, adores the gift shop, even though the waiter said the owner was worried about bad reviews, but Stede LOVES IT, and this whole time he didn't realize he's been flirting with the owner the whole time.

My heart still pours at the Richie-trying-to-protect-Eddie moments in the movie. It's just so goddamn cute. Like if the losers didn't seperate, would he have always been like that??

All my fem writers, I neeeeeed a cute fem!reddie where they get closer, Richie climbs up to Eddie's window, all the classic sweetness and you can bet Mrs K doesn't like the way that Richie girl looks at her sweet Eddie

(1) The thing is, Richie knows. He knows this isn't something friends do. He knows that if anyone saw them, it would be... bad. But he also knows that when he touches Eddie's hand, it opens to him, and if he holds on, Eddie holds on right back. He also knows that when they settle close to each other during a sleepover, and everyone else is snoring, if they're in separate sleeping bags, Eddie's arm will steal out, and rest against his own, and sometimes he sees his eyes shining in the dark.

(2) Richie knows that when he teases Eddie, when Eddie shrieks and protests and threatens him, he doesn't mean not to-- not to give him nicknames and tickle him and pick him up and get too close. That he has to say it because he can't, he's not supposed to, like it when Richie touches him and says secret-sweet things. Richie knows that his gut twists every time he sees Eddie flushed and panting and struggling against the brightest, most beautiful grin in the world. He knows what it means.

(3) They're in the room over Eddie's garage, bickering playfully over a comic book, when Richie soothes over the pretend hurt with a kiss. It's supposed to be a joke, it's supposed to be on the cheek, cartoonish playfulness, but it brushes the corner of his mouth and he can feel Eddie's gasp and the soft, warm sigh that follows, and Richie knows that he's crossed a line. But Eddie has let him cross it.

(4) "Eddie?" He whispers, and he knows, he knows, but his voice still trembles, his fingers still tremble as they trace over Eddie's cheek. So soft and so warm, and he knows that if he lets his touch drift down towards Eddie's jaw, he'll feel the first blush of peach fuzz not yet resolved into a beard. He knows that if he brushes his thumb across Eddie's lip, he'll feel that sigh again. "What are we?"

(5) "I don't know." Eddie whispers back, so soft he barely makes a sound, but Richie knows. They are Richie-and-Eddie, and if he takes Eddie past their initials on the kissing bridge and points them out, he knows that Eddie will touch his hand, will give him that look that says 'later', 'alone'. He knows the excited dance of his eyes that comes when they are alone, knowing that they can touch in ways they don't dare do even among the Losers. Doesn't Eddie know, too? "Rich-- I..."

(6) "You can tell me to stop. I will." Richie says, but this, too, he knows. He knows that Eddie won't, because he's always had the power to stop him. He's always invited more. And it's true-- at the mere suggestion that this could stop, Eddie's arms wind around him. Eddie's lips very nearly meet his. They stop short, but Richie knows this for an invitation, because Eddie has always made invitations, has always reached for him and waited for Richie to bridge the gap. It's something they both do.

(7/7) What Richie doesn't know is if he should call this their first kiss, or if he can call it their second. One and a half? He knows that Mrs. K isn't home, and that while she barges into Eddie's room, she prefers not to disturb this space, with its storage boxes and mess of comics, and he knows it's safe to kiss Eddie here for at least another hour of their afternoon. He knows who and what he is, and for the first time the idea fills him with nothing but joy. He is Eddie's.

THANK YOU ANONN !!

he said i covet you on day ONE

I finished Death Stranding and my goddamn emotions.. I'm a mess... but also I need to read them fics ..and listen... there needs to be AUs for me where Cliff isn't you know because I didn't suspect until passed halfway but my mind was already at the Cliff/Sam ship AND IM SORRY. Im a goddam disaster.