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Tweak says, "SPIDER?!!"

Tony Stark (campusking) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-07 22:05:00

Entry tags:

bucky barnes (mcu), clint barton (616), gamewide plot, john constantine (vertigo), leia organa, loki (616), peter quill (mcu), richie tozier, thor (mcu), tony stark (avac)

Who: All the town kids who want in
What: Hot Tub Party
Where: Tony's house
When: Today

This place was great, his dad wasn't around and he didn't have classes or tutors or anything to bother him. And he had a house full of bots and his pokemon, it was quite possibly the coolest place he'd ever been and people were coming over, it was gonna be a party!

Sure he didn't do much in the way of planning but he had his fridge full of cheese and there were drinks everywhere and Dum-E would totally make juice if people wanted it, it seemed to be about all he could do but Tony loved him and he was glad to have him there.

And well .... it was gonna be cool, he'd never had a party before, not with kids his own age so he was ready and he was antsy kind of pacing a little bit while he waited for people to show up. And just when he thought he had it all ready Tony realized there was one thing left he needed and quickly found a piece of paper and some tape scribbling a hasty note and taping it outside on his door.

Come on in! It's party time.
No adults allowed!!!

[standard party thread rules folks, just tag your threads and go nuts!]

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Eddie | Richie

ekaspbrak
2019-10-09 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Under normal circumstances, hearing that he'd been right all along would turn Eddie's soft little smile into a smug one. He might even gloat a little because he'd been sure Richie hadn't wanted to ask Tony. That he'd been weirdly jealous of the kid in a way that didn't make sense because, obviously, Richie wasn't jealous. He would've pointed all of that out without a second's hesitation any other day. This time, however, he didn't. His smile remained soft and his fingers remained in Richie's hair. "I still can't believe you went and found one." That's what made this different. The tie. The effort. The fact that Richie had gone out of his way to do or find something simply because Eddie had asked for it.

That actually was kind of romantic even if Richie probably hadn't intended it to be. As impressed as he was by this entire thing doubt still had its hooks in him. Fear too.

Fear had his smile falling just a little as Richie looked up at him. It had him expecting a joke about his mother because that's what always happened, right? They had a moment and Richie, inevitably, stomped on the brakes and pushed him away. He expected it to happen this time. Dreaded it a little because that meant this moment was coming to an end. Richie, however, surprised him yet again. There was no joke. No voice. Just Richie who'd gone a little pink in the face (that was fine, they matched now). "Yeah... of course I do. I've always liked you." And because Richie was brave enough not to push him away with a joke, Eddie was brave enough not to do the same by bringing up their friendship.

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Eddie | Richie

trashmouthloser
2019-10-10 12:07 am UTC (link)

Of course he hadn't wanted to ask Tony. Tony Stark, who was Eddie's new hero because he knew about stuff like pokemans and bacteria. Richie could know about those things too, if he wanted to. Well. At least the bacteria parts. He didn't know what a pokemon was even after now having seen several. But that wasn't the point. The point was, Rich hadn't really asked Tony specifically anyway. He'd just volunteered. And it was kinda hard to be jealous of a kid who was so nice anyway. But that didn't mean he was gonna leave Eddie alone with him at any point, either.

"Well, you asked me to," he said, as if that explained everything about his tie wearing and hair combing tendencies for the day. It did not, actually. If anything, his behavior only lead to further questions, but apparently neither of them were planning on asking those questions. And that was fine. Richie was too busy being equal parts relieved and happy and terrified to deal with more things.

Of course he thought it was nice that Eddie liked his hair the way it usually was, that he knew that Richie didn't actually like having it combed down into place, and that despite the tie he liked Richie just how he normally was. He liked Richie. And jesus fucking christ, if Richie didn't like Eddie right back. More than, really. He'd carved their initials into the kissing bridge back home and sometimes it was all he could do to not just blurt it out, especially when Eddie did that smile at him.

"Well," Richie said, and the tie around his neck felt tight, his grip on his burning juice firmer than was strictly necessary. "There's more where that came from." And it shoulda been a joke. It kind of was a joke. If not for the anxious and hopeful tack on at the end. "If you want."

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Eddie | Richie

ekaspbrak
2019-10-10 05:03 am UTC (link)

Tony was a nice kid. He was also incredibly smart and kind of cute. There was absolutely nothing to be jealous of because Tony, while great, wasn't Richie. The only real thought Eddie gave to their host was that he'd have to tell the kid thank you and make sure Richie returned the tie without any stains or something on it.

He'd worry about that later even if, with one little statement, the tie became both unimportant and the most important thing in the world. Richie wasn't wearing the tie to impress anyone. He was wearing it to impress Eddie, wearing it because the other boy had just asked or mentioned it somewhere. The effort he'd put into finding the tie, attempting to tie it, and, even, brushing his hair down hadn't been for anyone else. It was for him and that made him feel special in a way.

Slowly, Eddie's hands slid from Richie's hair. They passed over his ears and the frame of his glasses to rest, for the moment on either side of his face, simply caressing the other's cheeks as Eddie looked at him. He didn't remember when it started. He just knew that, sometimes, when he was close to Richie like this, when they were stuck in one of these rare moments (before Richie found his own way out of these), he sort of wanted to press his lips against the other boy's. He was ignoring that now, attempting to push it as far back in his mind as it would go. He could deal with it later or not at all.

He didn't let his hands fall away too quickly, afraid of losing that contact and breaking whatever this was. Whatever it was that made the party sort of fade into the background. Especially when Richie started talking again and Eddie felt his heart speed up. Yes. He wanted that. "I... I do." He said softly, so softly that only Richie could actually hear. "I want that. More of... whatever else."

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Eddie | Richie

trashmouthloser
2019-10-10 02:42 pm UTC (link)

Rich had gone totally red now -- flushed from top to bottom and he felt hot like, overly warm in a way that no amount of air conditioning or cold water could ever fix. But he didn't really want to fix it, either. Because it was -- it was kind of nice, even with all the butterflies in his stomach and the way that his vision had sort of locked on to Eddie -- half blurred because he was peeking though the top bit of his glasses. But it didn't matter, because it was Eddie and Richie knew what he looked like without even needing to see and he always would.

This felt Big. Important. Too important for jokes or voices and Richie was, admittedly, really bad at turning that part of himself off. Or any part really, because ever since he could remember he was too loud, too fast, too fidgety and sometimes his parents made him take stuff for that but most of the time he didn't because he hated how it made him feel slow and Off and like nothing mattered at all. But right now everything felt too slow and too fast all at once, and Richie was feeling everything. Eddie's fingers on his face were grounding and Rich reached up to circle his free hand around his wrist gently, like he didn't want him to take it away. "I'm right here," he said, and he didn't really know what it meant, except that it was as much of a reassurance as it was a plea. He wasn't going anywhere, he never was going to go anywhere and he'd keep giving or trying and wearing ties and really actually learn how to tie them properly or whatever it was but god, jesus he just wanted this attention so badly.

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Eddie | Richie

ekaspbrak
2019-10-11 12:34 am UTC (link)

The fact that Richie had gone from a shade of pink straight to red was concerning. He'd felt the heat rising to the other boy's face just beneath his fingertips and he should be pulling back, right? Richie had a fever or something. Or maybe... maybe Eddie was making him sick? Infecting him with whatever it was that Eddie had that made him frail and weak and weird.

He should've pulled away. Should've apologized and stopped staring into Richie's too bright eyes. He should've moved back and away and just stopped this whatever was happening. He didn't. He couldn't. That wasn't entirely by choice. He felt his own skin heat up and turn the same matching red as Richie's the moment the other boy's fingers wrapped gently around his wrist to hold him in place.

There were no jokes. No voices. Just Richie, still bent over a little so that Eddie could reach his hair. Still red in the face with too bright pleading eyes and three words that should've made no sense but somehow did. He thought of his first encounter with It. Of feeling alone and lost and untouchable because of things that seemed too big for a boy his age and his size. It had asked him what he was looking for before proceeding to scare the shit out of him. He didn't know. He hadn't known but maybe... maybe it was what had been in front of him the whole time.

He didn't think he was brave enough to kiss Richie in front of a bunch of strange kids. He certainly wasn't ready for the two of them to find out what these kids did to boys like them because, of course, he would assume the worst. They'd grown up in a town that was basically the worst during an era that was pretty terrible. He couldn't do that to Richie but he did move. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the other boy in a tight hug. If his lips grazed against the other's cheek for a split second no one else had to know. "Promise you'll always be."

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Eddie | Richie

trashmouthloser
2019-10-11 02:27 am UTC (link)

Eddie'd never been sick. Not before and not now. It'd all been gazebo bullshit, and Richie would fight anyone on that point. It wasn't -- there was nothing wrong with him beyond the fact that he was a dork. But Richie liked that, so even that wasn't wrong.

When It had terrorized him that day -- after he'd been yelled out of the arcade by Bowers and his good-looking asshole cousin who'd had to go and ruin everything when Richie'd just wanted to play Street Fighter -- It had known. Had called him out on his dirty little secret, the one that he'd tried tamping down every single day since he'd realized it in the first place. That day, he'd felt bad. Horrified. Sick. He was just as scared of the clown as he'd been of someone else finding out. Because bad things happened to kids like him in Derry. Adults too.

But right here? Right now? Richie was nervous, sure, but he also felt a little hopeful. Because Eddie liked him, and he hadn't said it like duh, you're my best friend and super platonic soulmate, Trashmouth. He'd said it like... like like. Whatever was more than like. And Richie wasn't an idiot, okay? They'd held hands the other day and maybe even before that he'd kinda been -- curious? But he'd always sort of thought he was projecting, just seeing things he wanted to see.

But it kinda really felt like that wasn't the case, and Richie was happy enough he could almost cry for it. He didn't though. Instead he let out a laugh, genuinely pleased, and hugged back - completely oblivious to the fact that he was getting his drink kind of everywhere that wasn't in the cup. "Wild frickin' horses couldn't drag me away," he declared, because obviously butchering the Rolling Stones was the best way to prove he meant business.

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-13 11:42 am UTC (link)

No. Eddie had never been sick. He was actually a perfectly healthy little boy whose mother had faked illnesses in him. He was too aware of what the children's wing in the local hospital looked like. Too familiar with picking up prescriptions at the drug store. He'd been hospitalized and bed ridden over things that had never existed in him in the first place. He didn't even need his inhaler. He could breathe easily so long as he wasn't having a panic attack. He wasn't sick but it was easier to believe he might be than to believe that his mother had made the whole thing up to keep him scared and close or that she would hurt him in anyway.

Part of thinking he was sick for liking the things he liked, the person he liked, was a sort of justification of everything he'd been through. He was sick just not in the way she expected. In other ways. Ways that couldn't be fixed by pills or doctors.

The longer he was away from her and the pills, however, the more he began to think that she was wrong. Sure, he still insisted because saying so out loud was kind of terrifying. Coming to the realization that his mother didn't have his best interests in heart and was hurting him was too scary to actually think about or come out and say to anyone. So he wouldn't. He didn't. Not even to Richie.

He liked Richie. He more than liked Richie. He like-liked Richie in a way his mother wouldn't have approved of. She would've found fault with it in spite of how right it felt. How good it felt to be around the other boy. How nice it had been to hold his hand. How clinging to him now made Eddie's heart soar while simultaneously not being quite enough. It didn't convey things enough. Not like Richie's words...

He both knew the song and didn't but that didn't matter. He understood the meaning. Nothing was going to tear them apart. There was nothing Eddie could do or say (other than something he never would do or say and, even then, it might not work) that would drive Richie away or make him turn his back and give up on Eddie. He pulled back just enough to stare into Richie's eyes and that happiness, that joy that was directed at him, caused by him. It was his breaking point.

He'd seen Bill and Bev do it once. He'd seen Ben do it too so there was no mystery about how it was done. He couldn't fuck it up. His hands moved to both sides of Richie's face again as he pushed himself onto his tiptoes and pressed his lips against the other boy's in a clumsy sort of kiss.

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Eddie | Richie

trashmouthloser
2019-10-13 09:57 pm UTC (link)

No, there really wasn't a hell of a lot that Eddie could ever say that'd make Richie change his mind. He'd been in love with Eddie for about as long as he could remember now, and even when they annoyed each other, that had never changed. No, Richie had been finding excuses to poke at and lean on, and walk up on curbs in order to lose his balance in Eddie's general direction since about forever and he was gonna keep on doing that. Especially now that he basically had just made a verbal contract with Eddie about it. Way better than a ten minute hammock rule -- this was the sort of agreement that Rich wouldn't soon pretend to forget about.

He could live in this moment forever, he decided. Replay it on a bad day, or when he felt nervous or sick or like maybe he was doing something wrong just for being himself. Maybe it'll help him remember that it wasn't, that he didn't need to always have to hide behind a joke when he was scared. Because Eddie liked and had hugged him and --

And Richie lost every single thought he'd ever had and might ever have again in a quick whoosh because Eddie leaned back a little from the hug only to come in close again and kiss him and it was clumsy but not really sloppy because Eddie probably didn't know the meaning of the word and honestly it was just a peck of the lips to start and Richie might have died happy with just that but for the fact that he was given just enough opportunity to kiss back and he couldn't not. He had no fucking idea what the Rolling Stones had to say about this but Richie was all the fuck over it, leaning in until his glasses bumped up against Eddie's face and who cared because this was everything he wanted and maybe even more.

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Eddie | Richie

ekaspbrak
2019-10-14 12:52 am UTC (link)

This was... nice. It was nowhere near as gross or scary as he thought it would be. Well, maybe not as gross. It was still fucking scary. He was pretty sure the entire party could hear his heart pounding out of his chest. So it was scary as hell but... it was nice. Richie's lips were soft, warm, and there was something else to it too. Something that shot through him like an electric charge, that left him feeling warm all over. Something that made him blush bright red from head to toe.

And that was just a light peck to the lips. He was completely unprepared for the way it all just seemed to build when Richie kissed him back. Like everything Richie did it was rough around the edges, a little overly enthusiastic. Maybe he pushed too hard or too much but everything about it was Richie and that meant it was perfect.

He could've lived in that moment. His hands on Richie's face, their lips pressed together, and Richie's arms still around him. He could've forgotten about the party and the other kids if something hadn't caught his attention. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it wasn't the party or the other kids at all. Maybe it was something in him. Something he didn't quite understand. Whatever internalized fear caught up to him in that moment had him pulling back. Not pushing. Never pushing. He didn't want to push Richie away. He just needed to end the kiss. For a moment he just stared up at the other boy, eyes wide and face red. Before turning and running without explanation.

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