[Richie is a completely whipped little bitch. Not that he minds, of course. He has the love of his life in his bed and at his side almost all the time. The snipe at each other like they're kids and kiss each other in ways kids absolutely shouldn't. They fuck and fight and just adore each other in a way that has Richie weak at the knees when he thinks too much about it. A whole ten minute set of his act is about how grossly in love they are and how it even makes him sick. He loves it.
But what he doesn't love is doing those sets on tour.
There is something about telling a whole group about how much he loves his boyfriend that hits Richie hard when said boyfriend is not around to tease him about it, after. He's whipped and needy and just misses Eddie like a cut off limb. But it's the nature of the job and they get through it. Even when it lands on his birthday.
Richie gets back to the hotel tired and somewhat lonely that night. He did the whole set as a practice and even his seasoned stagehands were laughing. He was good and the small cupcake they got him was a nice touch as well. But he misses Eddie and almost wants to skip their call because of how insufficient it is for how lonely he feels. But then he opens his door. And who is on his bed? Who the fuck just flew out to Chicago on an apparent whim as a surprise?
It's the best fucking birthday gift in his entire life.]
Eds?
[Richie stands in the doorway for a solid ten seconds, gaping. Unable to believe this.]
What...the actual fuck? Did you...? Did I finally drink myself into the fun kind of insanity with hallucinations?
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But what he doesn't love is doing those sets on tour.
There is something about telling a whole group about how much he loves his boyfriend that hits Richie hard when said boyfriend is not around to tease him about it, after. He's whipped and needy and just misses Eddie like a cut off limb. But it's the nature of the job and they get through it. Even when it lands on his birthday.
Richie gets back to the hotel tired and somewhat lonely that night. He did the whole set as a practice and even his seasoned stagehands were laughing. He was good and the small cupcake they got him was a nice touch as well. But he misses Eddie and almost wants to skip their call because of how insufficient it is for how lonely he feels. But then he opens his door. And who is on his bed? Who the fuck just flew out to Chicago on an apparent whim as a surprise?
It's the best fucking birthday gift in his entire life.]
Eds?
[Richie stands in the doorway for a solid ten seconds, gaping. Unable to believe this.]
What...the actual fuck? Did you...? Did I finally drink myself into the fun kind of insanity with hallucinations?