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Eddie Kaspbrak (ekaspbrak) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-14 17:07:00

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eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier

Who: Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak
What: Little Eddie may have made a mess of things
Where: The Loser House
When: Sunday night into Monday morning?

So maybe things hadn’t been perfect. Maybe he’d freaked out a little and ruined things but not really. It had disrupted the routine a little but things had gotten back on track. Richie had even brought him back something from some Eddie-less adventure he went on with that Dick guy. Maybe it was kind of childish (because he was 13 and they’d been living on their own so they were practically adults) but the stupid penguin was the greatest thing ever and had a prominent place in their bed since the other had brought it back. Which meant it had a place in the hammock too when they decided to curl up in there for the night.

Or when Richie did. Eddie had tried valiantly to get him to move. To go back upstairs where they had fucking pillows and blankets and a mattress. Upstairs where it was too fucking dark for his liking. It ended with teasing and a pissed off Eddie storming upstairs… which probably surprised Richie until he returned with both the penguin and a blanket from the bed they’d been sharing. Figuring Richie wouldn’t move, because when had he ever been helpful, Eddie just crawled right in tumbling over his best friend until he was curled up next to him; blanket pulled across and over both of them, bathing them both in darkness. If he pressed a hesitant kiss good night to the other’s lips they didn’t need to talk about it. Maybe he’d messed up before by running away but the feelings were still there. After talking with Sirius and hearing Sirius talk about Moony he didn’t regret having them.

Eddie woke to sunlight filtering in through the large window at the front of their house. His cheek hurting, his back hurting. He didn’t remember doing much rough housing the night before. At least… nothing that would’ve lead to actual bumps and bruises. They were lucky his mom wasn’t there. She’d stick him in the hospital for a week. Blinking his eyes open he was surprised to find himself curled up against a much larger male body in clothes that definitely didn’t fit him. It only took a moment to connect the guy in the hammock with him to Richie and realize that, yes, they were definitely curled up together in a hammock that, thank god, was big and sturdy enough to hold two adults.

The memories came back then, accompanied with a minor panic attack. “What the fuck did I do?” Maybe he would’ve run. Maybe he would’ve gone to what he was remembering was his favored hiding spot (huddled behind the house out of view because he wasn’t going to run anywhere too far) until his hand came in contact with a penguin wearing a bowtie and, oh. Richie loved him, didn’t he? The proof was on the door and in a stupid gift he’d brought back specifically for him. It was in memories of ties and brushed hair and a realization of what he’d been looking for.

Of course, Eddie handled it in the most romantic and kindest way he knew how. He kicked Richie in the shin. “Wake up, fucker, we need to talk.”

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trashmouthloser
2019-10-20 12:17 am UTC (link)

Yeah, that never would have happened -- even on one of Richie's worst days, he wouldn't have told Eddie off for anything. Richie loved all of the Losers, of course, but all of them had their differences and occasionally grievances. But Richie'd never been mad or annoyed with Eddie, not really. And there wouldn't have been any reason he could think of to really ever think otherwise. He'd been too fond, too hopeful. Too busy trying to be equally annoying back at Eddie because a little attention didn't cut it when he could be getting a lot instead.

In some ways, Richie Tozier really hadn't changed much in those twenty seven years. In other ways, he might possibly just be a whole different and new person. And so might Eddie. It was sort of an interesting, curious thought. And Richie -- well.

He was certain of one thing, at the very least. He wanted to find out who they could be now more than he wanted to just reminisce on who they'd been.

"I know," he said, because -- well. He did. Maybe not the exact same way, and he hadn't taken the exact same path as Eddie but there was truth in his words. "I did too. I still -- it's. Hard. But it's all bullshit, isn't it?" He asked, and struggled a little to sit up more because chilling back in a hammock didn't feel right for this kind of conversation. "Why should we be suffering just to meet someone else's ignorant standards?" They shouldn't. That was the answer. It was rhetorical, or something. They didn't need to make more excuses for their own misery.

"Fuck you," Richie said, over Eddie's assessment of the moment and Richie in it. Yeah. He was an absolute mess right now that no amount of brushed hair or a tie probably could have fixed because his clothes were way too small and he hadn't even brushed his teeth or scavenged up any coffee yet. He'd had better mornings.

But none that he could remember.

This shit was kinda perfect, and Richie loved Eddie. Loved that he was jokingly unimpressed with him even as he was asking for more. And fuck if it didn't make his heart melt a little, and his smile to go goofy. "Eds," he said, honestly -- maybe too honestly, but now seemed like the best and maybe only time he could get this out without fucking it up for himself. "I've lived my life without you in it for too fucking long. I'm gonna do better than try."

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-28 04:48 pm UTC (link)

Eddie looked up again at Richie's words. Of course he understood. Their paths were different but, ultimately, the same. They had been two little boys hopelessly in love with each other. Scared of the world. Scared of what would happen if anyone else found out. Afraid of being beaten up, afraid of their parents. Afraid of their friends. Mostly though they'd been afraid of losing each other. They'd been made to believe that the only way to deal with any of this was to hide it. So they had for years. They'd both lived lives they didn't want because they'd let other people dictate who they should be. It was all bullshit. They both knew that. Maybe here they could start living the lives they wanted. Even if it took time.

Eddie laughed again as Richie cussed at him, finding humor in the words and the situation. He knew he probably didn't look much better. The clothing he had on was too small for him too. The shirt too tight and riding up over his stomach, too much of his legs showing in too tight sweatpants that he just wanted out of. His hair was a mess instead of brushed as neatly as possible. He looked terrible but Richie didn't seem to think so. He hadn't even brought up the idea that maybe Eddie did. A joke about his own appearance could be made but it wasn't and that meant something. Richie would never miss an opportunity to tease when it was presented.

The smile hadn't actually changed too much since they were kids even if Eddie had. It was still bright but shy in the same way it had been as kids. It was still a smile reserved for Richie and only Richie though Eddie doubted he'd ever actually caught on to that fact. He'd never smiled that way for anyone else. He smiled that smile at Richie as he got up and moved, hammock swaying as he tucked himself back into that place he'd abandoned at the start of this. "You better." He before allowing his voice to become softer because they were close and he didn't need to be loud or tease in this moment. "Because I will too."

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trashmouthloser
2019-10-28 10:21 pm UTC (link)

It was true that Richie would be the first one to point out how dumb pretty much anyone looked at any given time -- he wasn't one to let things get by him without poking fun, after all. And maybe Eddie's clothes looked silly on him, all tight and too short and he looked just one wrong move away from flexing once and ripping his shirt apart but --

But he was handsome too, and the way too tight shirt wasn't leaving much to imagination and apparently Eddie was just more fit than Richie had previously been picturing and that was something he was filing away for later contemplation even as he squirmed back over on the hammock until they were pressed up against each other again. He filed that bright smile away too, because it felt important and big.

Richie squirmed until his arms were around Eddie, until he could bury his face happily in the crook of his neck and let out a noise that spoke of a contentment that he couldn't really find proper words for. This was a fantastic moment. Just the best. He felt giddy, going on stupid about it. Unfortunately after a few moments, even Richie had to be practical. "This is -- you know. Fucking awesome. But I think I've lost circulation in my everything. I need change my clothes, man. Or be surgically cut out of these ones. Let's do some more of this later though."

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ekaspbrak
2019-11-06 05:03 am UTC (link)

This was all important and big. The fact that the two of them had just agreed to taking steps towards a future together. The fact that neither of them were hiding anything from each other anymore. Or... nothing that they both wanted to know. Richie still had all the details on Eddie's death tucked away but Eddie was in no hurry to hear those secrets. Yeah, no thank you. He was happier not knowing how things would end for him. He was here now and he and Richie were a thing. That was all that mattered.

Scrambling back over to the other, he curled up against Richie, head on his shoulder and a hand placed upon his chest. It was a little too innocent to really be forward. He just wanted to touch. Truth be told, he'd wanted to touch since they were originally 13. He had just been lucky that Richie seemed to want that just as much and took every chance he got to lean or brush up against him. This was sort of like that but in a more obvious way. The position changed when Richie started moving and he really couldn't complain too much. Not when he had those arms around him and that face pressed against his neck. Not when he was being held the way he always wanted.

All good things had to end though and he agreed with Richie. The clothing was too tight. It was definitely going to cut off circulation somewhere and then they'd have to start amputating limbs. He chuckled as he pulled back and nodded. "Don't ruin my fucking clothing. What will I wear?" Not that it wasn't already ruined. They had had it shrunken down to fit. Maybe he had a pair of pants that were still his size but the shirts were going to be a problem. "I guess I have to raid your closet. I hope you have something decent I can wear."

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trashmouthloser
2019-11-07 02:31 am UTC (link)

Yeah, Richie didn't want to know what life was like without a fantastic dick. The sooner the pants he was wearing now came off, the better. So he pressed a kiss to the side of Eddie's head (and he got to do that now? That was? A thing? Richie was going to have a freak out about this later. In private) and then went to squirming his way out of the hammock. It was, strangely, a little easier to do as an adult. Less floundering around and looking for the floor.

"I've got clothes," he said, already pulling his shirt off because he hated how squished he felt. "Are they decent? Unfortunately so. Shopping at the one store in town doesn't leave a lot of room for personal taste. Mark my words, I'm finding a way to get Hawaiian shirts back into my life." But for now, Eddie was safe.

Richie was like seeing him in his clothes, either way.

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ekaspbrak
2019-11-11 10:50 pm UTC (link)

The kiss to the side of his head made him smile. That was definitely a thing. They could do that now. They could hold hands if they wanted and not worry about whether or not the other liked it. They could do lots of things. It was exciting and a little terrifying but, mostly, exciting. Eddie was looking forward to doing more of these things. Probably mostly in private because the thought of too much PDA still scared him a little. They could work towards that some other time.

Climbing out of the hammock after the other man he blinked as he watched Richie pull off his shirt revealing skin. So much skin. Yes. He was definitely into what he was seeing. He definitely thought Richie looked good without a shirt on even if he wasn't ripped like Ben probably was. He could think about that some other time.

"Well, now it's your turn to share." They'd get dressed and talk about the rest later. Maybe they could go back to being curled up together in the hammock. Maybe they could even share another kiss. As adults this time. Whatever the rest of the day held Eddie was looking forward to it.

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