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[respirations]

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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if you wanna set another scene we can!! just figured this could be the first night or w/e

[sloppybitch]

[It was nice, and a small saccharine smile creeps its way onto Richie's face to replace the indignant look that had previously been there.]

Well, okay, then Rock Star. I was writing some lines when you called. I have to get back to that so I can send them to my editor.

Holler for me if you need anything.

yesss def sounds good to me!!

[respirations]

Yeah, okay, Rich. Thanks again.

❪ in the long run, rich doesn't expect to be here too long. he doesn't want to bother rich and his hospitality but it turned out living together was kind of nice. not that his younger self hadn't fucking dreamed of it at one point but he had dreamed of a lot of fucking things before shitty sewer clowns uprooted and ruined most of it.

besides, they were roommates if anything... it wasn't the sort of living together he had actually imagined once upon a time.

it turns out that living together also did a number with rediscovering more forgotten, old memories that eddie probably should have never forgotten in the first place. ones that leave him stealing lingering glances, wondering if he should cross that unspoken boundary but also wondering just what the point would be to bring it up all of the sudden. it's annoying awkward, he finds, to ignore a lot of good fucking memories.

barely a month into the move from new york and he has himself a temp job crunching risk numbers but still, by the books, on the lookout for something more permanent. it's had him out of rich's place for long hours recently but he still makes sure (and looks forward to) their daily texting: ❫

Just got out of my interview
Did you want me to pick something up for dinner?

[sloppybitch]

[The same memories plague Richie too, but he's been reluctant to bring it up when Eddie is still recovering from not only what happened in Derry but his divorce. It would cheap, but some nights when Eddie falls asleep on top of him watching TV and drinking wine Richie doesn't move him, he lets him sleep there and revels in the feeling because of it takes him back to what they'd had when they were younger before IT had ruined everything.]

How did it go?
And yeah- of course. pick up whatever you're in the mood for!

[respirations]

Good, I think
This one pays better than the last one but it involves a lot of travel
Like on a plane every week sort of travel

❪ and he might just be too old for that shit but really, in truth, he's comfortable. he likes seeing rich every day. it helps bring a sense of peace over him that he hasn't felt in a long time. ❫

Right, okay
Indian sound okay?

[sloppybitch]

Extra somasas for me please.
My taste buds say yes but my stomach says to be continued....

haha, well I'm glad it went well.
you sure you want to be on a plane every week though?

[respirations]

Chaat yes or no
But, yeah, I hear you on the extra somasas

Probably not, honestly, even if the money is good
Maybe if I was 25 again but even if my doctor says I'm doing good in recovery
I still get tired out too easy

[sloppybitch]

Gonna pass on the Chaat or I'll be in the bathroom all night
What about Biryani?

Don't worry about work.
You'll find something.
I'm glad you're not into it I think you flying in and out of town would take its toll on both of us lol

[respirations]

Gross, Rich
But, yeah, okay biryani sounds good

And I know
It's just a little frustrating
But how would that take a toll on you?

[sloppybitch]

Cool :) Bring it home dude

And we're roommates now IDK I feel like it'd be weird not having you around to bitch at me for leaving dishes in the sink.

[respirations]

Done and done
I should be home in 20

And I don't bitch at you
I just kindly remind you that the dishwasher is fucking empty

[sloppybitch]

And where would I be without all of that tough love?
You make me a more thorough person.

[respirations]

You make me sound like your wife instead of your roommate
Maybe I should slap on an apron too

[sloppybitch]

You could but I'd text a pic to Bill

[respirations]

Or just keep it for yourself
I also feel like we've had this conversation before
But I get that with a lot of the shit we talk about

It's fucking weird just realizing how much we forgot, huh?

[sloppybitch]

You're telling me.
Now that we're back it's like it all keeps filtering. Awake, asleep, doesn't matter.

[respirations]

It's crazy to think I ever forgot you
Forgot any of you after everything we went through

Fuck, it's just like
Just how different do you think things would be now if we never forgot anything?

[sloppybitch]

I think most of us forgot. Mike was the only one who kept sense of things, but he mentioned Stan was quick on the uptake too.

Maybe not remembering is what kept us together in the end. As sick as it sounds.

What do you mean different?

[respirations]

Stan always was quicker to get shit than the rest of us.
But, yeah, maybe. You might be right to think like that.

But man, I don't know. Lots of random little shit might be different if we had all stayed together. Like maybe Ben and Bev would have gotten their lovey-dovey romance together sooner or all of Bill's books might not have shit endings.

[sloppybitch]

Stan really was the man. He put up with a lot of shit from me and you, personally. Tail end of our trio. Man, I miss him.

Awww. Feeling nostalgic, Eddie Spaghetti? That's CUTE.

[respirations]

Isn't that the fucking truth. We were such little shits, I don't know how he didn't just beat the two of us down but he was the best of us. I really miss him too.

Whatever, man. I can be nostalgic as shit if I want. We had a lot of good times, you know.

[sloppybitch]

What do you mean were?

We did. I'm glad I was able to carry you out of there before the place crumbled.

I guess what I'm trying to say is:

[respirations]

Correction: you're definitely still a little shit.

And I'm glad you decided to carry my half-dead ass out of there. I'll always be grateful for that.

If I say you're like my other half then it's not allowed to go on Facebook, ok.

[sloppybitch]

You had me at hello!!!!

[respirations]

I'll be home in like two minutes, you ridiculous man-child.

So come and get your food before it gets cold.

[sloppybitch]

I'm there.

[True to his word he was too, it was an off day for Richie. No interviews, no PR to do whatsoever so he's in a pair of sweats and an old tee-shirt when he comes bounding down the hall to help Eddie in with the bags.]