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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]

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.

[respirations]

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.

[sloppybitch]

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?

[respirations]

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.

[sloppybitch]

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.

[respirations]

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.