Shiv Sitting On Every Chair, Table Or Surface She Could Find

Imagine if Eddie decides to go to a masseuse for his back and shoulders from work and the only person working that day is a goofy flirty guy named Richie.

At first Eddie thinks this guy won't do a good job until he finds the right spots that have have moaning and whining and Richie is like "Jeez, Eds, we haven't even gone on a date yet"

Richie: .. you look pretty

Eddie: oh..tha-

Richie: pretty stupid *rushes away*

(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 !!

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 can't believe this fic made me feel SO MANY THINGS AND ITS NOT EVEN FINISHED YET.

Please read for better, for worse!! THE LATEST CHAPTER IS EVERYTHING

Eddie starts out doing a great job with the asmr right up until Richie whispers something stupid in a Voice to set him off and then he’s struggling not to laugh and barking out a lecture about ruining his video and it’s a MESS but it’s hilarious.

Anon ❤❤❤

I can imagine Richie not even knowing what ASMR is at first, but he'd definitely get the tingles from Eddie's version!

They'd definitely be laughing! I gotta add this to my fic!!

Imagine Eddie driving Richie home after he got his wisdom teeth out and Richie is delirious from the drugs and has so much to say without any filter

Your posts are seriously the BEST thing ever.

Omgg this touches my hearttttt AND SOUL

PAIRING: tomgreg SUMMARY:

Greg finally stuck up for himself after all the constant prodding, poking and putting him down. He fucking landed one on him; his cheek still burned from the slap, and as much as he’d deny it, the hot skin was like he was wearing a badge of honour.

He swelled with pride at being able to not only witness it but feel it first-hand. And it felt really fucking good.

Shifter Eddie... I can't help but see him as a cat. All little and he acts prickly and standoffish sometimes but he's really SUPER affectionate and clingy if you let him do it on his own terms, and YEAH, his ears are just ALWAYS swiveled towards Richie. He's pretending to ignore him as he hides his giggles in his hand. (and like a cat, even if it seems like he's ignoring you, he's VERY demanding when he wants that attention, and he's just selective about who he loves and trusts)

IF EDDIE IS A CAT, RICHIE WOULD DEF BE A DOG. CAN YALL IMAGINE?!?!

Eddie would be like "STOP SNIFFING ME YOU MUTT" BUT WOULD SECRETLY SMELL HIM BACK ALL THE TIME?!