“My head,” he croaks, turning to tuck himself further into Cas.
“I know, Dean. My grace is working first in the places where I am touching you. I cannot help your head without dropping you.” He sounds defeated and almost like he has been crying, which doesn’t make much sense. Angels don’t cry, do they?
“Cas,” Dean says anyway, because he cannot seem to manage anything else. He isn’t even sure what exactly he is asking for. “Please.” At first, Dean gets no answer. As the seconds tick by, he loses faith in ever getting one.
That is, until he feels lips press gently against his forehead.
[or: the one where freckles are angel kisses and dean freaks out about it]
ID: 1. Waist up of Cas and Dean on a mottled background. Cas holding his trenchcoat and jacket open with one hand, the other hand glowing with grace as he treats a bloody wound on his side. Dean comes up behind him with a look of mild concern, an arm extended hesitantly behind Cas's back. He asks, "Does it hurt?" Expression bland, Cas replies, "Not at all."
2. Dean claps his hovering hand down on Cas's shoulder and grins suggestively, asking, "So no need for me to kiss it better?" Cas whips his head around with wide eyes and red cheeks, dropping the hem of his coat in shock, and blurts out "Its hurt so much. I was confused you see." The hand he was using to heal himself jerks back and reignites the stab wound for good measure. To ensure it is visibly in need of kisses. /End ID
It wasn't a dream... that was actually very much real... oops
Finally got around to finishing this, also cause I wanted to post something sweet for byler today. This art is inspired by this post @miwiheroes made a while ago ^^
Please zoom in for details. If you like my art then I would love a reblog, thank you <333
Also please look at the textures and patterns of the clothes here, I'm very proud of those, also i added some buzz to the backgroud that increases every panel until Max says something and then the buzz goes away. It's a really small detail that probably isn't even visible but I wanted the kissing to feel a little fuzzy and dream like and then that stops once they realize that this isn't actually a dream ^^ That's what I used the buzzing effect for but again I might have made it not visible enough
I think drawings 8 and 9 are my favorites because of the pose and also because of Tounge Kiss yessss!!!!! I also really love drawings 3 and 4 (and btw I love them all, but those are probably my favorites, like I'm proudest of those ones) <33
Summary: “Eddie, what are you whispering?” The wife says, tossing her hair around and giggling. “You don’t have any surprises for me, do you?”
Eddie visibly chokes back another round of land-lover vomit. “Actually, Myra. I do have a surprise.” He reaches into his suit jacket with trembling hands, and Richie doesn’t really want to see what he pulls out. They’re already fucking married, according to this broad, so what else could they possibly do in front of him?
“Why don’t I get you two started off with something to drink?” Richie says, remembering he’s here working and not actually trapped in a torrid love triangle with two strangers.
take my breath away | 14,773 | nuvvanda
Summary: “Can you be at the airport in like, eight hours?” Eddie asks, apropos of nothing.
Richie breathes out a short laugh. “Um, what?”
“The airport, idiot, can you be there? I mean, I could, like, Uber to your apartment…house? Do you live in an apartment or a house? Fuck, why haven’t we talked about this before now, I don’t know anything about LA… Anyways, yeah, eight hours, can you do it?” Eddie is rambling, and Richie would be comforted by the familiarity if he had any idea what the fuck was going on.
OR: Eddie comes to LA, and Richie is in love with him.
Summary: The Grindr pictures are nice, just two good ol’ Eddie K headshots the likes of which Richie has more than a few saved on his own phone. One is without a smile, one with. Richie likes the second one more. He does have that one saved, he's pretty sure. Or one just like it.
Richie reads Eddie's description. It's pretty short. Name, age, weight, height. Body type: Toned. The sexual health section is extensively covered, he's even got a list of vaccinations like he's a shelter dog up for adoption.
Vers, it says under Position. Okay, Richie thinks. Okay.
Richie helps Eddie out with his Grindr profile.
Midnight Hour | 1,510 | Anonymous
Summary: Eddie and Richie share a bed on a camping trip. It gets out of hand.
we were the pretenders | 3,918 | Anonymous
Summary: He watches Richie twist again, the shift of muscle beneath his t-shirt, and then, possessed by some impulse he doesn’t want to examine too closely, says, “I could give you a massage, if you want.”
Richie glances back at him, eyebrows jumping, then grins. “Does it come with a happy ending?”
body rock, sit back and watch | 4,573 | playedwright / @playedwright
Summary: Richie scrunches his nose. “What do you look like that for?”
Eddie looks down at himself, confused by Richie’s question. He doesn’t think there’s anything out of the ordinary. Button-up shirt, tie, suit jacket, hair neatly combed back. Clean shoes. Tidy clothes. He looks the same as he does every day he goes into work. Eddie huffs, “This is just the way I fucking look, asshole.”
“No, you look,” Richie tries to explain. He waves a flimsy hand in the air. “You look. Obnoxiously neat.”
“I have a meeting,” Eddie says in exasperation.
“I can’t let you go to your meeting looking like that,” Richie says resolutely, with a shake of his head. He stands and makes his way across the room. He closes Eddie’s office door soundly. The lock makes an audible sound as it clicks.
shake this world off my shoulders | 5,491 | glorious_spoon / @glorious-spoon
Summary: “So let me get this straight,” Richie says slowly. “You want me to fuck you, but like, as bros?”
Top Me Up | 6,513 | Anonymous
Summary: The world is spinning pleasantly and his face feels stupid and numb, and Richie is very warm when Eddie flops down half on top of him and sticks his nose in his throat.
Summary: “I was horny, alright?” Eddie says, his cheeks flaming. “I was horny. I am horny.” He heaves a sigh, avoiding Richie, who he can see staring at him from his periphery. “I’m lonely and I’m pathetic and I’m sick of jerking off. I was kind of hoping I’d at least get laid if nothing else came out the stupid date.”
Richie has the decency to pause, and look back toward the television. “Oh.”
"Yeah, oh."
Eddie and Richie try to be friends with benefits. Then they try to have sex. Nothing quite goes to plan.
Heat Wave | 7,689 | Anonymous
Summary: He doesn’t usually do this. For one thing, Richie will admit that he has some minor, totally manageable body image issues—it’s not like he insists on fucking under a blanket with the lights off, or anything, but he tends to avoid positions that put him on display like this. For another, in his experience most guys do not look at a big, hairy middle-aged dude and go, Oh, I want that man to ride my dick.
Except for Eddie fucking Kaspbrak, apparently.
soak up the sun | 8,929 | tempestbreak
Summary: “Okay. So. It’s called…” Richie straightens up and splays out his hands, as though he’s about to pitch a marquee, Eddie’s name up in lights. He takes a deep breath and then exhales, beatifically: “Taint tanning.”
Eddie stares at him. Blinks. “Excuse me?”
Or: Richie hears about taint tanning and thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. Eddie does not agree.
touched for the very first time | 9,842 | camerasparring / @tinyangryeddie
Summary: “I thought maybe we could go out on a date,” Eddie says, quick and tense, his boring, low-fat vanilla held casually in his hand.
Richie’s mind blips out. He doesn’t drop his own cone, but it’s a near thing.
“Wh-what?”
“A date,” Eddie repeats slowly, like Richie’s a fucking idiot. And maybe he is, because he has absolutely no fucking clue what’s going on. “Dinner. Or a movie. Or… I don’t know, a club? I haven’t dated in a long time.”
Or: Eddie and Richie make assumptions and go on a date.
New Page, Same Old Book | 16,595 | Rend_Herring
Summary: He thought he’d hidden these feelings from himself, stowed them away in some dark corner and learned not to think about it. But the second Eddie peeked in from around the corner at the Jade and looked at Richie with those big, limpid pools of Christmas Orphan meets Bambi, and started rambling about gluten and cashews, it all came flooding back into focus. Richie has loved Eddie so long that it’s become an ache that goes beyond reason.
like an open book | 18,242 | skeilig / @skeilig
Summary: Eddie’s had this alarming habit recently of staring at Richie’s face while Richie is talking and completely tuning out whatever Richie is saying to instead scrutinize each one of his physical characteristics and decide whether or not he finds them attractive. It’s probably flattering because, on the whole, his judgment is: attractive. But the entire exercise has an air of anger and incredulity that makes it difficult for Richie to feel too smug about it. Eddie thinks Richie’s ears are cute and he wants to bite them, but he’s fucking pissed about it, apparently.
Or, Richie has a side-effect from the deadlights: he can read Eddie’s mind.
we've been here before | 71,434 | hyruling / @344j3
Summary: Richie starts seeing Eddie everywhere after Derry. He's obviously hallucinating, until he isn't.
in the heat of the summer (you're so different from the rest) | 109,525 | kaboomslang
Summary: There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.
or
One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.
slam fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched by ShowMeAHero / @andillwriteyouatragedy
4 Part Series | Rated G-E | Total Words: 11,719
Part 1 Summary: “Shut the fuck up, Richie, Jesus Christ,” Eddie snaps, still trying to park. Richie shoves at him, and Eddie shoves him back.
“Just park the car, God, you’re not performing brain surgery—”
“Fucking forgive me for trying to drive safely—”
“Park, dipshits!” Stan calls out, hands cupped around his mouth. “I’m not interested in seeing either of you!”
Quickest Way to a Man's Heart by oxfordlunch / @oxfordlunch
2 Part Series | Rated T & E | Total Words: 16,604
Part 1 Summary: "Are you... allowed to do that?"
The guy's forehead turns into a mess of wrinkles as he raises his eyebrows and gives a little bark of a laugh. Richie recognizes him just as the guy says "Dude, it's my fucking restaurant."
Ordinary People by stitchy
2 Part Series | Rated T & E | Total Words: 24,490
Part 1 Summary: “Don’t you think it’s fucked up for Bill to imply that like, you guys had lifelong boners for each other?” asks Richie.
Bev scoffs. “Look, I haven’t read it yet. It's not like I’m thrilled that Bill wrote a book where thinly veiled versions of us make out when we didn’t, but who is it hurting?”
A story in which the film events are the canon of Bill's book, and reality is much more mundane. And Richie is definitely not still crushing on Eddie after thirty years, what the hell, Bill.
i am easy to find 'verse by zach_stone / @joshuawashinton
3 Part Series | Unrated & T | Total Words: 59,093
Part 1 Summary: Richie grabs the edge of the polaroid and slides it out from underneath the comic books. It’s a picture of a group of kids, all sitting on a porch in someone’s backyard. He recognizes his tween self pretty quickly — stupid hair, enormous glasses that made him look constantly bug-eyed. He’s really hamming it up for the camera, grinning with his arm slung around some dark-haired kid with a cast on his arm. He can’t remember who the kid is, who any of these kids are, but the way they’re all huddled together and smiling like they really give a shit about each other… he doesn’t remember ever having friends like this.
“Who the fuck are you,” he whispers at the kids in the picture. He flips it over, and sees his own childish chicken-scratch handwriting on the back.
Bill, Bev, Ben, Eddie, ME!, Stan, & Mike. September 1989!
Or, 25-year-old Richie Tozier doesn't know why he can't remember his childhood, or why he has nightmares about yellow eyes looming in the dark. Then he finds an old photo of friends he can't remember, and things start to change. A "what if Richie and Eddie found each other again during the 27 years" fic.
