LOGAN: That's It?

I like to picture whenever Eddie goes on a tirade, he'd squeak and stop instantly if Richie gets really close.

The height difference is so good, and the way Richie's got the broad shoulders and Eddie is pretty slender on the whole, but I LOVE that Richie just mentally exaggerates the size difference between them, like it doesn't occur to him that ANYONE could be more smol than Eddie and he just needs a way to hide the fact that he needs to blurt out how small (read: cute) Eddie is at all times and he ABSOLUTELY gets off on this at least aesthetically if not in a sexy way. (1/2)

Richie: Well we gotta watch out for Eddie, he's like a little ant! He'll get squashed! Look at his tiny little body

Eddie: I'm not that small, asshole! We're not all fucking giant gangly bears like you! With your big fucking shoulders

Ben: this is a weird conversation...

Omgg the idea of Eddie going to regular track meets and eventually meeting the weird but hot 'stoner' Richie who hangs around the same area at high school or college makes my heart bounce okKAYY.

Like Richie flirts with him and smokes and Eddie acts put off but he's definitely into itttt

(1) A week. He spends a fucking week in the deadlights, a week in a world that has the fucking balls to keep on turning without Eddie in it, a week after he watches him die, a week tasting Eddie's blood no matter how many times he rinses his mouth, brushes his teeth, slugs back hard liquor. He spends a week in the deadlights living with Eddie dying in his arms. He doesn't say the words but everyone knows. He recarves their initials on the bridge, and while he's doing it, he hears Eddie calling.

(2) He should probably be more disturbed than he is, hearing Eddie calling for him when Eddie died in his arms a week ago, but after everything else, all he can think is that it's fucking Derry. He hasn't been able to leave and maybe it's because he knew Eddie's ghost would come back for him, if he didn't stray too far. He hears Eddie call his name and he calls back, promises he's coming, he'll find a way to him, and that should also be disturbing, but it isn't. And suddenly, suddenly...

(3) Suddenly he's flat on his back beneath the house on Neibolt and Eddie is over him, alive and filled with worry-joy-relief, and he's seen how this story ends. He's seen too much of what comes after the end. He rolls them to the side and the claw rips through him instead, but not the way it had ripped through Eddie. It gouges into him, and it destroys everything he's wearing above the waist, but it doesn't punch through him, it's more a deep graze than anything.

(4) "Pathetic fucking clown!" He screams-- well, there's an inarticulate scream first, and then a loud 'motherfuck--', and Eddie is dragging him to safety, but then he screams something useful. Eddie is whipping off his sweater and trying to staunch Richie's bleeding, but he catches on fast, he knows. He's hurt It before. And Mike is able to rally the others with what they have to do. It goes a lot smoother than it did in the deadlights, he thinks, watching Eddie tear into It.

(5) Mike and Ben manage to carry him out, Eddie running alongside them fussing over him the whole way. This time, when they carry him out, he isn't fighting them, so it figures they'd do that smoother, too. And then he's in a hospital room, he's in a hospital room where he's been stripped and scrubbed and stitched and now he's carefully positioned on a row of pillows in his bed, so that he's not lying on the healing wound that wraps around his back and side, and Eddie is in the room.

(6) "I called Myra, you know. While you were in surgery." Eddie is saying, already in the middle of whatever running monologue he's kept up while Richie was unconscious. He's behind him, hand gentle in Richie's hair. Even if he wasn't talking, Richie thinks he'd know him. "I asked for a divorce. I can't live a lie like that anymore now that I remember... now that we've done what we've done. Even if you couldn't-- even if I'd be alone I had to leave. But Rich, you've gotta know, I've always..."

(7) "You won't be alone." Richie says, hoarse. He can't really reach for him or turn to him, but it doesn't matter-- soon Eddie is on the other side of the bed, facing him, leaning down to meet his eyes and touching his face like he's a miracle, even though Eddie's the miracle, Eddie died in his arms in the deadlights and now he's here before him and on the verge of saying everything Richie's ever wanted to hear. "Come out to LA with me. You won't ever-- you won't be alone, Eds. Promise."

(I didn't receive (8) but I'm hoping it was a miscount otherwise I'm SO SORRY)

(9) "I love you." Richie nods, reaching for Eddie in return as relief floods him, a happiness he never thought he'd know. His hand is shaking so bad he can see it shaking, and he doesn't have his glasses, and it's not that he lacks the strength to lift it, but the enormity of the moment... It wasn't so long ago that he thought he'd never be happy again, that he thought he'd lost any hope of this. He hadn't had hope, or needed it, but he'd had knowing Eddie was alive and then he lost that...

(10/10) When his hand meets Eddie's cheek, Eddie's free hand is there to hold it in place, over the fresh bandage. Eddie winces a little before they adjust the way they touch, mouths the word 'stitches' and then kisses the heel of Richie's hand. He's still shaky, maybe he'll never stop shaking, but Eddie leans in close enough that even without his glasses, Richie can see him clear enough. For now, that's all he needs.

Here me out. Eddie, a risk analysist, using a computer and needs to call I.T. and it's an asshole by the name of Richie.

Is there a reddie discord I can stalk???

You know that part where Richie is like "next time, we go through the regular scary door" and Eddie is like "next time?!"

I want to read an AU fic where they meet through tinder or bumble whatever and Richie thinks it'd be a great idea to go to a carnival and picks a scary ride - and it is TERRFYING - and through all of it, Richie implies there'll be another date and even though Eddie is like "Next time?!" because of course there'll be a next time and Richie asks "yeah, why wouldn't there be?" Like it's OBVIOUS

Imagine Eddie getting annoyed by a biker who keeps revving their loud engine down the street when his mother keeps calling him and checking in on him.

Until one night he has a breakdown and just sits on a bus bench and the biker stops in front of him and Eddie wanted to scream at him until they took off their helmet and it's a curley haired hottie with a great smile asking if he wants a ride home

I need a fic where the Losers beat IT the first time and Bev still got her future visions and now she just watches Reddie start getting closer and closer (with a little help) until she's at their wedding, just like she envisioned ♡

do u write?? cuz ur ideas are amazing and i’d kill to read fics like that

Hii! I try to write! I’m currently writing the next chapter for my ‘Smash or Pass’ (on AO3) but I hope if this all goes well I can write some of these ideas too!!