I love how I’ve had the unfinished part three of my reddie Smash or Pass fic on my computer for so long purely because I feel like I’m going to ruin it. It’s 800 words and I’ve re-written it maybe three-four times. what am I doinggg
Can you imagine Richie being the type to never date and just fuck 'em and leave 'em kind of guy until he meets Eddie and all of the sudden he has to google search what to do on dates. Eddie would be his sassy self of "if you don't want to do more than just fuck me, you're wasting my time". Basically Richie is like a puppy Eddie pulls around and everyone else is like HOW DID HE DO THAT??
Re: Eddie realizing things because Richie calls him 'babe', this is one hundred percent accurate. When I was young and in love with my best friend, he once casually and platonically called me 'babe' on the phone to confirm movie watching plans and my soul ascended to another plane of existence. I said something incredibly stupid. (at this point, we've got a definite sibling vibe instead of anything romantic but at the time... I was a very reddiecore small-town queer)
omggg Anon, thanks for sharing <3 <3 <3 my hearttt!!! RE:
Imagine if Reddie got together as young adults and Richie is so goddamn happy and so excited that the boy of his dreams is with HIM that he always wants to blurt things out about it, as if he'll explode.
For instance the gang having lunch and Richie shouting "EDDIE AND I KISSED", and everyone is very surprised - but of course happy - and Eddie being downright embarrassed but not wanting to stop him because Richie looked purely happy to share (until it gets to the point where they eventually have sex and it takes every ounce to make sure Richie keeps his mouth shut.)
Imagine a no penny and the gang reunite anyway at the restaurant and Eddie isn't married and Reddie still bicker flirt and Stan announces loudly "I can't believe you two haven't gotten together yet. You're both so dumb"
I'm still in my jujutsu-hyperfixation rn so pardon my regular followers, but since JJK is on a break, I can't help swimming in the fushiguro ships but I noticed some things from the anime that I haven't seen been posted about (with terrible screencaps).
For the Sukufushi shippers, can I just say this scene really is a chefs kiss. Personally, it looked to me like Sukuna's target was ultimately Fushiguro, even though Gojo was the one antagonising him.
He didn't go next to Fushiguro - which was where Gojo actually was - he straight up aimed for him. And that look!! (whereas the manga, Suku goes straight to attacking Gojo, so thank you anime for giving us more material~)
But the fact that Gojo somehow expected where he'd go??? Possibly knew Sukuna was aware of Megumi's potential from the start.
Another thing I noticed, following that thought, is when Gojo gives Itadori the second finger...
Once he gives it to him, Gojo backs away and specifically puts his hand on the door while waiting to see what happens.
And I was thinking, that's specific... why? But who's on the other side?
Personally, again, Gojo was protecting Megumi just incase, but also somehow he suspected if Sukuna did appear, he'd go straight to Megumi?? (Obviously in the manga, he tries the second one outside and Megumi just appears right after it was confirmed Itadori could control it so not as dramatic lol).
But anyway, just my thoughts. Thank you for keeping it spicy, anime~
Being that Eddie would unsurprisingly visit the hospital a lot, can you imagine the nurse being like "so you're here again. What's your mother think you have now? Well you don't obviously, anyway enough of that. Did you tell that Tozier boy you like him yet?"
PAIRING: fem! tomgreg
SUMMARY:
... before she made her crafty way over, Greta held her back by the elbow and, in her skittish way, offered a tit for tat. An exchange that being the ‘punching bag’ would be more worthwhile on her end. Honestly, Tam couldn’t be prouder...
Greta was pretty vague in what she was asking of Tam, and so she decided to play into that. “Oh, the forboden ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Going to beat me up, Gret? Rob me?”
“Not forboden! It’s not!-” Gret gave her a flustered look, “I mean, it’s not something terrible, but like, rather in a sexual manner?”
"Well, I'm Hansel, in case you didn't know," the man reached his hand out for a shake, "and who might you be?"
Loki shifted to greet him "I'm Loki.
"Hansel smiled, eyes gleaning, "hi Loki."
Listen, I really decided to wake up and write something like this on my day off.
(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 !!
All I'm saying is, I better get a large variety of quirky gay fics for Death Stranding when I finish or I'm gonna throw hands
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