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

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Entry tags: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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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