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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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[sloppybitch]

[It wouldn't surprise him if Eddie kept himself at work late to keep himself preoccupied with work instead of home alone. Richie figured out pretty fast that Eddie did a lot to keep his mind from wandering and he wasn't any different. Two and a half scotches before the show, because his hands would rattle around the longer the silence went on before the curtains came up.

The kiss surprises him because he's still partway through massaging his own feet. When Eddie pulls back there's no hiding the beguiled smile on his face.]

Good. Exhausting. Like usual, but good.

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( he watches for a reaction with a curious expression so, needless to say, eddie is glad to see the beguiled smile that lights up richie's face in a way that makes his heart pound in his chest. quietly, he nods but realizes that it would probably in his best interest to actually talk with richie instead of just staring with wide eyes.

and, so, he finds a seat nearby and sits with a tired sound. )

All the articles I read were singing your praises. ( he says, chuckling but looking at richie warmly. ) I saw a couple of interviews too. It looked like you were having a lot of fun.

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[The look on Eddie's face makes his heart rocket around in his ribcage, so he brings his eyes back down to the sole of his foot with the same stupid smile on his face.

Richie feels the weight shift the bed when Eddie sits down, and the temperature in the room rises enough to feel sweltering. Being close to Eddie always made him feel warm, but after talking to him his skin feels hot in a new sort of way. There was no denying their chemistry. ]

You really took the time to look up my press coverage?

[It's a sweet notion, one that made him feel a little fonder for him. It's amazing how Eddie made him feel like a boy again without even trying. Richie was always finding new ways and new reasons to love him.]

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Yeah, of course. It didn't help that everyone at work seemed to be talking about you too. ( he says lightly as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. ) I even signed up for Twitter to follow your dumb tweets and, well, to see the pictures that people posted once I figured out how hashtags worked.

( leaning back on his hands, eddie gives another warm look. he wouldn't deny that his own skin didn't feel warm, hot almost, in the best of ways. a part of him wants to inch over until their shoulders bump together but he ultimately leaves that thought alone for now and watches as richie works over the sole of his foot. )

And, besides, like I said: I missed you.

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[The thought that a bunch of pencil pushers spending their time discussing his jokes made him beam. Not just because it was in earshot of his favorite person on earth, but also because the new routine was going a lot better than he thought.]

You signed up for twitter? I'm gonna make you show me your account. Later though. I missed you too, buddy.

[Richie leans forward with his free hand and pulls Eddie into a one-armed hug. Somewhere in the process, his hand sneaks up to his hairline above his shoulders. He really couldn't help himself, even after all this time Eddie still felt like home.]

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Like I'd tell you. This is my secret to keep. ( he says with a quiet laugh, smiling. ) How else am I going to get to see all the pictures of you posing with people's little dogs and kissing babies?

( eddie is close to another laugh but it falls short as richie leans forward and wraps him up in a one-armed hug. he breathes out a stuttered sound, ultimately burying his face against richie's shoulder and taking in a deep breath. god, yeah, he missed him. he probably couldn't say that enough. )

[sloppybitch]

I'm sure I can figure it out.

[Dates and timeline being a factor. It's a lot of work, but worth it to see exactly what Eddie's creeping on and if he's following anybody else. A twinge of jealousy follows the thought, there's something almost possessive there. Richie knows he'd love to be the only person on the twitter-sphere worth following.

The hug is nice, not nearly as intimate as he'd wanted but days turned into weeks and with very little human contacting Richie can't help but sink into Eddie's much smaller frame.]

Okay, where are those pictures? Because I'd love to see them. There wasn't a meet and greet.

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Mm. I don't know, I covered my tracks pretty well.

❪ there's a laugh, small but warm as eddie nuzzles himself closer against richie's form. it's a warmth he's missed and, yeah, it's not nearly as intimate as a part of him wishes it was but there is something comforting in having richie sink in against him. it has him pulling his arms tighter around him, nose brushing against his hair and unable to help his smile. ❫

I'll send them to you. They're all really good pictures too, very cute.

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Every now and then I forget what a complete and total fiend you can be.

[Although he'd learned early on that Eddie counted on people underestimating him it never ceased to make his pulse quicken. Eddie could be every bit as conniving and quick on his feet as any of the losers, better even because it paired with his natural compassion.

The tickle of Eddie's nose against his hairline sends a shiver up his spine and goosebumps appear on the back of his arms.]

I don't need some pictures of me with strangers. You can keep them, send them to Bev and talk about what my PR guy decided to put me in for the night.

[Fashion, not his strong suit. After a moment relishing the feeling of Eddie's body heat and the structure of his body pressed against his he pulls back.]

What did you do for a week without me? I half expected to come home and everything rearranged.

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I'll have to be more careful then. Make sure you don't forget.

❪ the grin on his face is playful, at least. honestly, in some ways, he still counted on people underestimating him just so he could throw it right back at them. made for a hell of a work environment but he was always happy to prove how good he was and he was good at what he did. ❫

Already have. What do you think kept me busy during my lunch breaks? We've both decided you need more reasons to break out a fitted suit.

❪ it's not something he exactly likes-- richie pulling back but eddie keeps himself from making or saying anything to give himself anyway. instead, he leans back and tilts his head curiously. ❫

Didn't have the time after deep cleaning this place. ❪ he says, toeing the carpet. ❫ I'll shoot for rearrangements during the next tour.

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Me? Forget - not a chance.

[There was no forgetting that Eddie was a brilliant guy, underneath all the sweater vests and tight pants there was an ingenious and dedicated guy. The sort of person that was a diamond in the rough.]

Any excuse to see you in something that hugs those curves.

[Curves being a stupid joke about Eddie's ass, something he's never been quiet about not even as a kid.]

I'm not leaving for a long time, Eds. So, you can get comfortable. You want a foot massage too? Or is the carpet doing a good enough job?

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Then you better not forget, Trashmouth. I'm gonna hold you to it.

❪ still the comment about curves causes eddie to roll his eyes but he's still smiling nevertheless. it was always hard not to smile around richie. he'd probably smile all the time if he let himself. ❫

I am comfortable, Rich. I like it here but I'm a little suspicious about this foot massage. You're the sort of asshole that might just try to tickle me instead.

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Scout's honor.

[Never mind that he was neither a scout, never had been, nor was he particularly honorable. At least not in a general sense, but his dedication to Eddie was incomparable. Instead of a salute, he does the hunger games sign. To play up the obvious truth of things.]

Wait. I wasn't even thinking about tickling you until you brought it up.

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Mm-hmm. Scout's honor.

❪ eddie repeats looking skeptical at best but he ultimately smiles, shaking his head. well, at least until richie continues on and shoots him another skeptical look. ❫

Yeah, alright, sure. Well you can stop thinking about it anyway.