❪ although he jokes, it had been a perfect night. though eddie thinks every night they're together is perfect but there was something special in the more intimate moments where nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of them. ❫
I'm not wearing a fucking dress. ❪ he hisses, exasperated. ❫ I'm not wearing a fanny pack either. You're especially not allowed to wear a tuxedo t-shirt.
❪ but it's a little hard to think as richie kisses his kiss, settling on his scar and causing his breath to hitch. it took a long time for eddie to even look at his scar without it stressing him out, worried about infections or it opening and him bleeding out again. richie, of course, helped ease him into a mindset of it being proof that i lived instead of i almost died.
gently and carefully, he cards his hand through richie's hair with a stuttered gasp. eddie is just about to close his eyes when richie suddenly stops, realizing something that has eddie raising his brows and huffing. ❫
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I'm not wearing a fucking dress. ❪ he hisses, exasperated. ❫ I'm not wearing a fanny pack either. You're especially not allowed to wear a tuxedo t-shirt.
❪ but it's a little hard to think as richie kisses his kiss, settling on his scar and causing his breath to hitch. it took a long time for eddie to even look at his scar without it stressing him out, worried about infections or it opening and him bleeding out again. richie, of course, helped ease him into a mindset of it being proof that i lived instead of i almost died.
gently and carefully, he cards his hand through richie's hair with a stuttered gasp. eddie is just about to close his eyes when richie suddenly stops, realizing something that has eddie raising his brows and huffing. ❫
Something like that... yeah. Why?