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EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2

voice strength: ★★★★★
shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers
preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life.
notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not.

hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok.

picture prompts • quote prompts • music prompts • etc

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Hey man!

I heard that your boyfriebd was kinda being a major fucking dick, royal king of major dicks. You can't sit in your hotel everyday, dude! You're in the best state ever! Cali is your oyster and all that shit!

You need to get out and enjoy the city. Wanna come to a party with me tonight? It's gonna be down town.

How's your ankle holding up? Any idea when you're mom is going to let you run again?

If ever?

It's pretty wild to be on your way to stardom at a pretty young age, at least it is for Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier who's just barely into a few months of being twenty. He's also been a boy that's aimed for fame, a smart mouth kid that can be a little too crude and witty for his own good. In other words Richie's lewd humor and nasty mouth has never failed to take him places. It's no surprise that he left his shit hometown at the young age of eighteen and tossed himself into a world away from terror and torment. He can't really explain what made him gravitate to California, maybe it was the fame bug calling his name? It wasn't all easy at first, Richie struggled horribly his first year in such a huge city. He spent many months living out of his car and failing miserably at minimum wage jobs. He fell into some pretty heavy drinking, which later were replaced by drugs.

Who would have thought his luck would change for the better?

He was only nineteen when he slowly started doing a bit of stand up in some shady clubs and broken down bars in hope to scavenge up some cash. Richie had no idea that his talent in comedy would have him traveling as a now young comedian. He was still trying to make a name for himself, this line of work sure as hell was not easy and the competition was always extremely competitive. He was learning that quickly with the group of performers he often traveled with or went on after during a show.

Typically being one of the opening acts or with a group of other performers trying to make this their reality. It took him places and tonight he found himself in the grand city of New York. It was a sold out show but the crowd was being stiff, a lot of the performers were in a mood because they got little to no laughs.

Not Richie. He was a fucking hit.

He came off the stage beaming, face and hair damp from the brightness of the lights. Clearly still on his performance high, this was usually the time of night he would be balls deep in some sexy college boy's tight ass. He seemed to always attract the sexy ones, the shy boys that wanted to be spanked and play dirty. Of course he had a way of attracting the dirty boys too. But they never stayed, Richie never gave them the chance.

Tonight was different, tonight Richie couldn't keep his eyes off a boy by the name Eddie. Eddie was a guy who would sometimes come out to shows to support his boyfriend, Sebastian. Sebastian was another "performer", one that tried his hand at stand up and modeling. Richie wasn't too fond of the dude and he wasn't too big on Richie either. Mostly he was jealous that Richie seemed to have a way with the crowd while Sebastian just wasn't cut out for this type of work. He was nothing more but "a pretty face." Yet this asshole had the most perfect and adorable boyfriend whom he treated like dog shit. Richie got to know Eddie a little bit through the tour and talking to him before and after his own performance, it helped kill the boredom of waiting.

The two young men flowed together so nicely that they were typically mistaken by a couple or at least possible roommates. Sebastian wasn't too kin on that either but Richie wasn't the type to just smash someone's boyfriend, well he tried not too anyway and besides Eddie seemed content in the relationship. Seb would often gush about the nasty sex they would have (Which really pissed Rich off because he knows Eddie is private when it comes to their relationship) and Richie has heard them going at it a few times. (He too has had his share of hotel fucking.)

This particular night is the first night he's seen Eddie in a few months. He knows the younger boy is balancing both school and a job here in New York, he can't attend every show like his boyfriend wants. Richie happens to catch sight of him in the huge bar area, which is buzzing with the attendees of the show. He isn't able to say hello as he wants, not with his asshole boyfriend buzzing around his time to take stage so instead Richie decides its best to step out on the huge patio area on the roof. (Which happens to be just as busy as the inside bar.)

A little air would do him some good. Plus the on roof bar has a lot more options to select from.

So you coming in for Bev and Ben's weekend get together extravaganza? Apparently there will be a cookout and fireworks.

( To say that Eddie's life had been turbulent in the near year since IT was destroyed for good in the hellmouth cave underneath Derry was something of an understatement.

It was somewhere between his return home to New York and a month into his physical therapy that he realized he couldn't do this anymore. He hasn't managed to put a pin on just what this is but it basically amounted to the life he had built before Mike's phone call that brought him back to Derry. So, yes, turbulent was a good word— certainly the flight to Los Angeles had been turbulent and his divorce proceedings could also be called turbulent though that had been more comparable to the sun being drawn to the Earth and destroying life (his life, anyway) as we know it.

But when you literally died (more than once, at that) maybe starting anew wasn't such a bad idea. You have to cut all the bad out so the healing can begin, yeah? At least that's what his doctor, therapist and everyone else involved in his recovery had been saying on repeat.

It's what leaves him here. Here being Richie's front doorstep with one suitcase and a general mess of a person in clothes that don't quite fit right since he lost weight between all the surgeries, medications and doctors' appointments. It's been about ten minutes now and he's sure someone is going to pass by and think he just might be some homeless guy trying to break in or some crazed fan so he looks to his phone screen with a tired sigh.

Maybe he should have better thought this through, but: )

Hey, Rich
I'm outside
Outside the door, I mean
YOUR door
I left
Myra— divorced her, or served her divorce papers
Divorce is New York is fucking crazy and
You are home, right?

YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I FOOUUUUNNNNDDDDD!!!!

HOLY FUCK!!!!!

😄

[Don't Edward....]

You going to your track meet after class?

hey eds everybody else is drunk and the happy couple's fully enjoying the honeymoon suite so
there's a waffle house open just a street away
wanna hang out?
just the two of us and my only love now that mrs. k's gigantic tits are gone from this world
hash browns covered in ham and melted cheese and grilled onions and chili
you in?

( Richie had found it difficult to keep his hands off Eddie the entire time. Even when they were sat in the main hall, shoulder-to-shoulder on those shitty chairs, he’d ran his hand over Eddie’s knee and up his thigh until the other man told him to stop in a scolding voice. It’d only made him want him more.

Bill was a smart man so for him to receive an award wasn’t a surprise. He deserved it, and the fact that he’d invited all the losers to see him receive it was a nice gesture. Either that, or he was showing off. Richie wouldn’t blame him. And so what if Richie wanted to get a little hot and heavy? It was an awards evening which meant it was downright boring for anyone who wasn’t receiving an award.

So what if Richie wanted to get a little romantic? Although Richie’s idea of romantic right now was whispering dirty fucking things in Eddie’s ear as they tried to eat their food after the awards had been given out. Now it was time to party.

He wanted him; Eddie looked fucking delicious in his suit, his fucking bowtie and smart button-down, his hair all neat and tidy. Richie wanted to ravish him, wanted to mess his hair up and cover his neck in hickies and tell everyone that he was going to marry Eddie. )

How about a blowjob?

( Richie asked during dessert, keeping his voice low so the other losers didn’t hear. Richie tried his luck again, his hand groping for Eddie’s thigh, the shit-eating grin on his face giving him away to anybody who knew Richie Tozier. )

You look so fucking good, Eds, I can’t keep my damn hands to myself. Your ass looks so tight in those pants…

( Richie leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Eddie’s before withdrawing because he was definitely going to get too carried away. He was teetering on the lines of jerking Eddie off under the table. )

No one’s gonna know.

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