Aerial Silks, and Other Ways to Fall in Love

Richie elbowed Connor, not taking his eyes off of the amazing performer.

"She's kinda hot, right? I mean, short hair, flat tits, not usually my type, but, damn, can she move her body." Richie whispered at him, blindly shoving popcorn in his mouth. He felt him shift to look at Richie, so he tore his eyes away and looked.

Connor blinks at him like he's an idiot. "That's a man, dumbass."

OR

The 1950's circus au where Richie's part of a gang that hates Eddie and his circus-freak friends, even though he most certainly does not.

cover credit to @ryls.art on instagram!
idea credit to our great friend jasmin!
cowritten evenly between @jjjjuicy and i
can be found on ao3