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Eddie Kaspbrak (ekaspbrak) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-03-07 22:27:00

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eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier

.Who: Reddie
What: Birthday Shenanigans
Where: Loser House
When: Early Morning, March 7

There were plans to do things together later, as a group. He and Bev were cooking and it was either going to be amazing or they were all going to die together. There were also plans for a pool even if they didn’t know how to actually make that happen just yet. Was he supposed to talk to one of the wizards? Was that something his teenage father could magic up? Were he and Bev going to have to go out there with shovels and try to dig up the ground before promptly giving up and buying a kiddie pool? He didn’t know. In any case, the pool idea was probably going to have to wait until it was warmer out.

So, yes, there were plans to do things later with the rest of the Losers but mornings were sort of Richie and Eddie time. It was usually just a few minutes spent lying together and enjoying being in a place where they could have that, where everyone was alive and well, before Eddie got up to go on a run or head off to COFFEE and continue being an apprentice baker or whatever the fuck he was doing there. Richie’s birthday, however, was a special occasion. One he celebrated by untangling himself from Richie and slipping out of the room super early.

He came back awhile later carrying a tray. Breakfast in bed wasn’t something he would’ve normally condoned. He didn’t actually like the idea of food in bed or the crumbs that would, undoubtedly, come with it. He was going to hate himself for this later but, for now, it seemed like a good idea. It seemed more than a little worth it if Richie appreciated it.

Setting the tray to the side he climbed onto the bed and then onto the lanky form of his fiance, shaking him just a little. He worried about the headaches and about how Richie was sleeping. Part of him was now worried that waking him up early was a bad idea. He may have needed the sleep… but then Eddie had woken up early and planned out a birthday breakfast for nothing. There was no real stopping now. He was up. The food was made. He was on top of Richie, attempting to wake him as gently as possible, and he was pretty sure the pancakes were bound to turn into a fire hazard if he left them for too long. Or, at the very least, a waxy inedible mess. He didn’t leave them too close to the card, did he?

Okay. There was a chance he was terrible at this and the whole thing was about to go up in flames but, at least, coffee in it’s brand new mug would be fine. He couldn’t have ruined that.

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trashmouthloser
2020-03-09 11:29 pm UTC (link)

In the space between when Eddie had gotten up and then returned, Richie hadn't woken -- but he had curled into the spot where Eddie had been before, like he was reaching for warm that just wasn't there anymore. It wasn't uncommon these days for him to be frowning over something in sleep -- pouts, on the other hand, were a little less common. But he was definitely pouting right now.

He shifted a little, made a snuffle of a noise when Eddie climbed on top of him and shook at his shoulder. Not like any of them, the Losers, were heavy sleepers these days, but Richie wouldn't have slept through that anyway. He blinked one eye open (like that helped him any) and reached up, vague and tired in Eddie's direction. "Birthday Christmas?" He asked, which wasn't exactly the most well thought out question, but frankly he thought it made plenty of sense since it was his birthday and he was being straddled. Seemed like an extra good morning to him.

He'd get with the program eventually. It was pretty hard to ignore the smell of food, fire and coffee all coming from one place. He just -- needed a second. Maybe five.

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ekaspbrak
2020-03-13 02:13 am UTC (link)

Eddie sighed as he leaned forward and took ahold of the other man's wandering hand, pressing a kiss to the palm before settling it on his chest just over his heart. "Yes... birthday Christmas. Idiot." He murmured and shook his head. Honestly, he probably should've expected a ridiculous reply. Richie wasn't serious at the best of time of course he'd say something nonsensical while half asleep.

"Rich!" Eddie groaned when it looked like the taller man was just going to head back to sleep. "Come on. Stan and Bev will be pissed if I burn the house down for your birthday." They'd just gotten new furniture and a new basement clubhouse for Christmas. They were going to get a pool. It would really suck to have to move into a new house and start all over again all because Eddie had created a fire hazard and Richie decided to go the fuck back to sleep.

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trashmouthloser
2020-03-13 02:28 am UTC (link)

"Hmm," Richie said, sort of pleased and smug both with the response. Idiot and all, he supposed. But Birthday Christmas was basically as good as it got, he figured. He smiled, palm flat against Eddie's chest and blinked once, slow, and then sort of just forgot to open his eyes back up again.

Well, until he got that reprimand anyway. Then he blinked again and squinted like the narrowing of his eyes might just gather his wits faster. "Burn the house down?" He asked, and then glanced around because oh, yeah, the smells. And here he'd just been over that. "S'that fire?" He asked, spotting the candles -- or, well the general concept of them sans glasses. It was probably fine and very contained but fuck if he could really tell.

Oh! Wait a second. "Did you make cake?"

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ekaspbrak
2020-03-13 03:00 am UTC (link)

Maybe he should've opened with his fear of setting the house on fire. That seemed to do the trick. Richie was actually blinking his eyes open, actually squinting and trying to focus himself on something. "Yes. Those are candles. What did you think I was going to burn the house down with?" He definitely should've opened with fire but he wanted to wake Richie up nicely and, okay, maybe he just liked straddling his fiancé. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that and no one had to know.

He leaned back to grab the platter and paused, turning back around to look at Richie. "Rich... sweetie, honey, light of my life... do you really think I'd give you cake for breakfast?" Look. There would be cake. He would make a cake a little later and they'd have it after their dinner. Like normal people who didn't think they were getting cake at ass o'clock in the morning. "It's breakfast so... I made breakfast." He said leaning back this time and grabbing the plate.

He was careful, slipping back off Richie just a little in order to give the comedian enough room to sit up and not have to worry about Eddie dropping anything and getting a face full of fire, pancakes, and melted wax. "See?" He said, holding it out to him. "Birthday pancakes." And there were a lot of candles. Nowhere near 41 or 44 or however the hell old Richie actually was but as close as he felt comfortable to getting. It was still a lot. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Eddie sang.

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trashmouthloser
2020-03-16 03:00 am UTC (link)

Opening with a fear of setting the house on fire probably wouldn't have been a very good wake up call, birthday or otherwise. Richie did tend to be a little jumpy in the mornings if he didn't wake up just so these days, and he much preferred the straddling. Hell, he didn't even really need the candles and fire, birthday morning sex would have been a really great gift.

"A man could hope," Richie said, falsely dramatic about it even as he shifted slightly, pulling himself up to sitting when Eddie shifted to grab the not-cake, but still pancake.

"Oh shit," he went on, a little embarrassed and pleased all at once because Eddie had made him breakfast in bed and was singing to him and damned if that didn't press all of his hopeful and domestic buttons. Richie was fucking gone on this man. That was just the truth of it. He smiled, fond, pressed one of his palms over his eyes and let a laugh bubble out of him.

And yeah, he blew the candles out before Eddie was done, but that was doing them both a favor, he figured. No one wanted waxy pancakes or a stressed out about fire fiance. "Eddie Kaspbrak, yours is the face of indulgence." Not that he could see super well, but Richie knew. The concept of breakfast in bed was likely an uneasy one for Eds. "Have breakfast with me."

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ekaspbrak
2020-03-20 04:29 pm UTC (link)

The morning was still young and any planned activities were planned for a little bit later. There was no reason to rule out the possibility or birthday morning sex. It just wasn't the first thing on the list and currently had a place somewhere below 'not setting the fucking house on fire'. Eddie clearly had his priorities together.

He didn't like the idea of breakfast in bed, at all. He didn't want crumbs where he slept or to find an oddly sticky spot thanks to a syrup spill but he liked the look on Richie's face. He liked the way he smiled and he liked the laugh. He liked the way that his fiancé was so happy about a gesture that was small. It made him wonder how he'd lived so much of his life without the other man. How had he managed to deny the way seeing Richie (at any age) happy because of something stupid and little that he'd done made him feel? Obviously, he knew how. He knew why. He just wasn't thinking about any of that at the moment or in this place.

He didn't frown when the candles were blown out before he had a chance to finish. That was the best choice. Even if he'd gotten up and made breakfast for Richie he wasn't about to force him to eat a waxy pancake. He didn't let it stop the song either. With no more fire to worry about, he gently set the plate down between them and leaned in to press a kiss to Richie's forehead. "Happy birthday, honey." He said again before wondering if he could do this without moving from where he was. Maybe it would be better for Richie's legs if he moved off of him.

With a sigh he picked up the plate and moved off of Richie, settling beside him for now. "Not that you'd know what indulgence looks like. You can't see for shit." He teased plucking the glasses off the nearby nightstand and handing them over. "If I'm going to feed you I want you to be able to see where the fork is." He'd liked it on Valentine's day. Being hand fed. It seemed like a nice thing to do for his birthday even if Richie couldn't suck on his fingers this time. "And, yes, I'll share your breakfast with you."

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