Listen, I Came Across This Gif And All I Can Think Of Is "this Is How Will Would Subtly Check Someone

Okay but this is me and im so sorry

(1) "Why would you bring me here?" Eddie asks, shifting nervously. He still lets Richie walk him over to the bridge, leaning on him a little, shaky on his feet after how much time he'd spent bedridden during his recovery. The kissing bridge isn't exactly home to a lot of warm, fuzzy memories. Unless... No. No, he's sure that's not possible. But Richie has an arm around him, and seems nervous himself-- nervous, but certain-- and so what can Eddie do but follow?

(2) “When we were kids, I… Okay, feel free to tell me this is stupid, but– You know that summer? Well… I just want you to know I was thinking about you, I guess.” Richie glances down at the carved initials as they reach the spot, his fingertips brushing over the E. “There’s a lot I might not remember still, maybe there are still things I never will, but… I remember that, and I remember you. How it felt not to see you, when I thought I’d never go more than a day without you…”

(3) “Rich…” Eddie winds his arms around Richie’s neck, leaning into him. He breathes him in a long moment before he moves in for a kiss. There’s more, he thinks– more old pain from that summer that Richie remembers, that they might talk about in time, when it doesn’t feel so fresh again. Now that they remember the bad times, they can actually process it all and move on, at least. But this is what he’d deemed important, this testament to young love, then unspoken.

(4) “And… shit, and I know everyone knew about me, and I was so afraid of what would happen to me if I couldn’t convince them they were wrong… I was afraid the whole time I was writing it, but I didn’t care. If that makes sense. I just wanted to pretend that it was all right, just for a minute, because I was sick of being scared and I was sick of pretending you weren’t it for me. You always have been.” He strokes Eddie’s cheek tenderly, thumb tracing his scar. “You still are.”

(5) The memory hits him then, the more Richie talks about how he’d felt and why he’d overcome his fear just enough, just in secret, to leave their initials on the bridge. Kneeling in the dirt, his heart pounding in his throat, his arm still in a cast. Knowing his mother would be upset at how long he took to come home, knowing she would be upset with the dirt, and being so angry with her because he hadn’t seen any of his friends in days, and he missed all of them, but Richie was different…

(6) “Richie, look down.” Eddie kisses his jaw, soft, then points out the R, encircled by a slightly wonky heart. “I knew I’d… I knew I must have done something here, and I didn’t remember, until– It was that same summer. And don’t be an asshole, it looks like that because I was in a cast, I–” And Richie cuts him off with a kiss before he can defend his own carving ability, one arm firm around his waist, one hand in his hair, and maybe with a kiss like that, he wouldn’t mind a little tease…

(7/7) “It’s perfect.” Richie says, and kisses him again, and then a third time. “Really. It’s the most perfect. It’s… You’re perfect. You, too? All this time, and– Yeah, yeah. Okay. Perfect.” He kisses him one last time, before offering his arm, and pulling out his phone. He gets a picture of the two engravings on the bridge, grinning, and then he leads Eddie back to the car. They’ve got a future together now, far away from Derry… but after twenty-seven years, it’s nice to know.

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ANON THIS IS SO SWEET. I’ll come fix the cut when I’m not on my phone ;;

Idk how tweets go to the right algorithm or maybe I'm a terrible writer but I have a lil snippet of something I've been working on!

NSFW, wlw steddyhands !!

Fic!Stan really will always be that bitch.

Like if Richie were to take his shirt off and there were scratches on it and people would be like "damn who is she, man??" and Stan would look at Eddie and be like "you really need to cut your nails"

And i love that.

In honour of trying to use my Tumblr again, I wanted to ask what supernatural being do you think the whole Roy family would be? i.e vampires.. werewolves... etc

(This is technically for a tomgreg fic, but the post isn't about tomgreg, ty)

College!Reddie - Eddie has been secretly using an app that hooks guys up by showing only a pic of their dick and boy howdy, he's found quite a looker. They decide to meet in an empty dorm and low and behold the picture belonged to his childhood friend, Richie.

"Yeah well, the last time you did see lil Richie was when we were like ten years old. Is this a deal breaker?"

Eddie shuts the door, "absolutely not."

Thanks to an anon before cuz now I'm thinking what if Eddie found out he liked being thrown around by Richie and it all started when Richie accidently pushed him against the wall too hard when they kissed and he's all omg im so sorry eddie im sorry please you're so tiny im so sorry oh god but Eddie is internally fuck im so turned on, could he choke me??

nurse help their lips are glued together

Imagine a divorced, stressed & busy Eddie taking his kid to childcare or school and he meets the carefree teacher, Richie, who seems to actively flirt with him a lot once the kid told him their daddy is single and likes boys. (Like the kid could be one of the Losers, that'd be hella cute, dont lie to me)