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typoqueenwrites:

closed starter for @slccplessniights

While he was excited for his friends, Emrys was bored with them. Richie especially, but that was probably due to his giant crush on the other. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

This was why the second Richie had text him he was home, Emrys had instantly driven over. The other was probably tired, but it wasn’t like Emrys was actually going to make him do anything - he just craved the others company. His knuckles rapped against the door as he shuffled on his feet waiting for the other to open the door.

He wasn’t surprised to be greeted by Bells, who instantly scoffed in amusement before patting him on the cheek and walking out, calling goodbye to the both of them. Not that Em actually paid her much attention.

“Richie!!” His face lit up into a grin, shooting the other finger guns. “Did ya miss me?”

As much as Richie loved being on tour, going a bunch of different places and interacting with all the fans, expanding their fan base. It was thrilling in an entirely different way than how it was when they did their local gigs. He was just as happy to be home and in his own space.

What Rich was even more excited about was seeing Emrys again. It was no secret that the guitar player had a crush on him, the way he tripped over himself to talk to the guy. He was practically buzzing with excited and nervous energy as he waited for him to come over.

He practically jumped up off of the couch when there was a knock on the door. “Later, Bells!” he called after the girl as she left.

“Emrys!” Richie replied with a bright smile of his own, laughing and finger gunning back as he made his way over to the other and dragged him in for a hug. “You kidding, man?” he asked, shaking his head and clapping him on the back. “Like crazy, get in here!” he told him.

#typoqueenwrites #richie x emrys 1

bellskinsman:

“It’s you? Little more enthusiasm for the greatest person in your life please,” Bells mused, rolling her eyes at the other. At his comment, her nose wrinkled upwards. “Course you did, that’s why you’ve got Real Detective playing then? Didn’t know that’s what got you off, Babe,” She scoffed, walking over to the counter and setting the bottle of tequila down.

“So that means you plan to throw everything in the suitcase last minute, I’m assuming,” Bells shot the other an exasperated look, not that she hadn’t expected exactly that. “Well, it’s the first night before the tour. I was going to suggest we all celebrate, but apparently the other two had plans,” She huffed, searching his cupboard for glasses. “So, you and I are going to get shitfaced, and they can just blame themselves when we inevitably do something stupid.”

“Oh, my sincerest apologies, Ms Kinsman,” Richie replied, shaking his head and placing a hand over his heart. “Bells! It’s you, how I’ve missed you!” the taller male exclaimed dramatically and reached a hand out towards her. “Come here to me, give me a proper embrace that I’ve longed for!” he told her, making a grabby hand at her to beckon her closer. He laughed at that and rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Ooh, Isabelle gets off a good one!” he told her, shaking his head at that. “No, it’s not what gets me off, but the detective was hot, and i got off to his detecting skills, duh,” he told her as if it were a matter of fact. “You know how a good deduction gets me going.” Richie laughed, following her back into the apartment.

“Precisely,” He replied, nodding along to her answer. “If you already know, why bother asking?” he asked, brows raised at Bells. Richie couldn’t be trusted to do the responsible thing, everyone that knew him knew that the man would need supervision to get anything done. Unless it was something that was of interest to him, it was doubtful he’d ever get it finished. Especially when it was work or even slightly laborious. “Yeah, the fuck is up with that?” He asked, shaking his head at Bells’ observation about their fellow bandmates. “What could possibly be more important than US?” he asked, shaking his head again and sighing in disappointment. He grinned at what she said next and nodded. “Hells yeah, THAT, I can do. It’s their own fault, really. They left us both unsupervised with the alcohol and the license to ingest said alcohol.”

#richie x bells 1 #bellskinsman

bellskinsman:

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Bells’ let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose as she crossed the corridor that separated their apartments. She wasn’t entire sure where Allie or Isla was, but it was their last night before they were leaving on tour and Bells really didn’t want to be alone.

Her knuckles rapped against the wooden door frame, eyes rolling impatiently as she waited for him to answer the door. Her right hand was curled around bottle of fairly expensive tequila, something she’d planned for the four of them to share but it seemed as though there was a change in plans. A smirk curved up at her lips at the sight of her friend, only growing as her free hand pushed lightly against his chest as she slipped past him and into his apartment. “You took your time, do I even want to know why it took you so long to open the door?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow. “You’re all packed right? Because I’m bored and need entertainment and I have no idea where Isla is.”

Richie should have been packing up for the trip, should have probably started packing days ago instead of procrastinating everything like he always seemed to do. It was just a special talent of his to leave things to the very last second and just throw everything into his bags to be a rumpled and wrinkled mess.

He was completely engrossed in another episode of Real Detective when there was a sudden knock at the door. “Who the fuck?” Richie frowned in confusion and glanced around the apartment. Nobody else was home, Allie had gone out shopping or something, Isla and Bells weren’t over, but they usually just let themselves right in. He tossed aside the pillow he had been hugging to his chest and dropped his feet from the coffee table to the floor to push himself up off of the couch. Richie padded over to the door and slowly opened it, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he did. “Oh, Bells, it’s you,” he greeted his best friend and rolled his eyes fondly at her words. “Had to get decent, just finished wringing one out,” he told her with a smirk and nudged her side as she walked past him into the apartment. “Define packed...” he commented as he followed her into the apartment. “And is that tequila I see? You really are here for a good time.” he laughed.