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EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2

voice strength: ★★★★★
shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers
preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life.
notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not.

hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok.

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[Richie sniffles into a laugh as he lets Eddie kiss at his wet cheeks. Out of the two of them, the Losers would probably be surprised that he was the emotional one. The amount of times he's cried is probably high in the forties by now. But it didn't matter, really, since every single one of those times had been out of his own happiness. Just like now.]

I can't believe you did this. You have no idea how maudlin I was gonna be on the phone with you. I did the whole bit about that first morning I woke up next to you. It made everyone on staff lose it but, fuck. I missed you so bad.

[He finally recovers enough to take Eddie's hand and lead him back toward the bed so they can both sit and continue all of this kissing. ]

I can't believe you remembered it was my birthday...

I can't believe you know a word like maudlin. ❪ he says with a laugh but lets himself be lead back toward the bed. eddie had no complaints about sitting close, pressing in and letting his fingers trace over richie's jawline with a warm, attentive smile. ❫ I missed you too, Rich. I've missed you so much.

❪ it's sappy as shit and rather unlike him but it's the honest truth. ❫

How could I forget? I've only been thinking about it since before we got together.

[Richie smiles at Eddie and the gentle touches to his jaw. Without preamble, he grabs Eddie's hips and pulls him into his lap. It's the perfect position to drag him in for another kiss and a soft nuzzle against his neck. ]

I can't believe you're really here.

[He laughs and strokes Eddie's hair back, even though he doesn't need it. ]

You were always the best part of my birthdays as a kid. Remember the one year you got me fucking bleach?

❪ there's no protest from eddie as he's pulled into richie's lap. if anything, he shifts to be more comfortable as richie kisses and nuzzles him. he hums, utterly content and letting his hands snake under richie's shirt to touch warm skin. god, as sappy as it is, he can't deny the evident loneliness he's felt ever since rich left for this tour. ❫

And what can I do to make you believe this? ❪ it's said lightly between kisses before eddie leans back, grinning at the memory. ❫ Yeah, well, you were a disgusting kid. You needed it.

Mmm... How about you...keep doing what you're doing and we'll see if I can somehow get on board. [He kisses up into Eddie's mouth and licks against the seam of his lips to get access inside. He had been so tired after all the prepwork for the show. Now Richie is renewed in every sense. He is thrilled with the knowledge that Eddie will be curling up on this big, empty bed, now. And when Richie wakes up, he will still be there. Just like home.

Because home was wherever this man was. ]

This is better than the bleach, you know? I dunno how I can top it for your birthday...

❪ there's a chuckle as eddie dips into kiss, pressing in closer and opening himself up to a deeper kiss. his hands continue to wander against warm skin and trace over the outline of his body with another pleasant sound bubbling up from him. there's no doubt, after all, that he is equally happy with the knowledge that he'll wake up tomorrow and richie will be right there.

he breaks the kiss finally with a needy breath of air, flushed and kiss-swollen. ❫

Mmm. Could always go to Vegas, get married.

If that is a proposal, you need to try again. I'm a classy broad, Kaspbrak.

[He turns them both so he can push Eddie off his lap and onto his back. Richie descends like a lion onto wounded prey and blankets him as soon as he's there so he can continue kissing him. Eddie is just too pretty with those swollen lips and mussed hair. ]

Besides. Losers need to be there. [He kisses along Eddies neck and to the top of his shirt. His hands go toward the hem, ready to lift it up and over as soon as he has an opportunity. ] And I need to see you in a dress.

Oh, please. You cried the first time we had sex. You're an emotional wreck is what―

❪ but he can't finish that thought because suddenly eddie finds himself in motion. he's pushed from richie's lap and onto his back on the bed with a huff of air. thankfully, richie is moving in to kiss him because it's the surest way of shutting him up and keeping him from complaining. he moves in tandem with rich and leans into the return the kiss as another pleased sound grows in his throat. ❫

Of course they'll be there. ❪ it's said lightly, surely― because to eddie he'd never have something so important happen without their family. and, thankfully, richie doesn't have to wait long because eddie is eager to lose his shirt and toss it somewhere at the end of the bed. the comment gets a pause, eddie raising his brow and huffing. ❫ I'm not wearing a dress, asshole.

[He absolutely did cry. He sobbed like a baby for nearly five minutes as Eddie held him. What else could he do? This was the most perfect night of his whole life. Of course he was going to cry.]

You're gonna wear a real nice dress. With a fanny pack.

[Richie kisses from the top of Eddie's pants to the bottom of the scar on his chest. Even now, Richie has some intense emotions about it. Some nights he just paws at the skin, a distant look on his face. Other times he seems to almost hate it and refused to look at it long. Though, most of the time, like tonight, Richie loves it.

He kisses against it. Slow and soft, tracing the edges and slowly going in toward his heart. There, Richie presses his lips right over Eddie's pulse and exhales nice and slow. His. This is his heart. Richie kisses it again.

And then he realizes something that almost floors him.]

Wait. Wait, are we actually talking about a wedding?

❪ 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. ❫

Something like that... yeah. Why?

[The conversation had started as a joke, almost. Something to tease each other about and poke at like the ridiculous thing it was. But talking about it now doesn't feel like a joke, anymore. It feels like something that Eddie actually has though about. Something that he might actually want. The whole mood that creates is a vastly different one than what had been in the room moments before.

Richie looks up at Eddie with warm, adoring eyes. ]

You want to marry me? Like. No bullshit. You would actually want to maybe marry me, one day?

❪ eddie can't help but flush red as richie looks at him with those eyes. no one has ever looked at him the way that richie looks at him― not any of girlfriends when he had been younger and certainly not his ex-wife. it gets his heart thudding in his chest so hard that he's sure that even rich can feel it.

with a soft breath of air, he reaches out and cups richie's cheek with a warm smile. ❫

One day? Idiot. I'd marry you now if I could.

[It shouldn't be, Richie thinks, but it is surprising to hear that. It is one thing to know that Eddie loves him and quite another to know that he is ready to marry him. Ready to really commit to him forever.

That fact might actually be a better birthday gift than Eddie being here at all. ]

Eds. Eddie... Don't fuck with me. Because I will run out of this room and buy you a ring if you're serious.

❪ eddie stares up at richie curiously, lips pursed and head tilted curiously. as he talks there is a small laugh as he adjusts and sits up on his elbows in order to kiss richie properly. he lets it last, breathing out and breaking away with a smile. ❫

I'm not fucking with you, asshole. I want to marry you, I want to be with you but if you run out of here I'm going to kill you. I've been waiting here for you all afternoon.

Too late. I am gonna be back in a second.

[Contrary to his words, Richie doesn't leave for a ring. Instead he charges forward and pushes Eddie back down to the bed, kissing him hard. He spends a good, solid few seconds there, kissing Eddie as deeply as he can.

When he pulls back, he's grinning.]

What kinda ring do you want? Diamond? Gold? Silver? I am gonna get you the best ring, baby. Because we're gonna get fucking married.

[He leans back and visibly ponders. ]

Eddie Tozier. Yeah. I like that.

❪ he opens his mouth as if to protest but richie, thankfully, does quick work of shutting eddie up. he all but melts into the kiss, returning it just as deeply and holding richie's face close as they kiss.

when they do part, eddie is breathing hard but smiling. ❫

Something simple, Rich. Maybe not gold though. ❪ since, you know, his last wedding band had been gold. ❫ But, yeah, we are. We're gonna get married.

❪ again, he has to smile and near laughs as richie seemly talks to himself. ❫

I like it too.

[Richie can't help but beam. This is the best day of his life. He has Eddie in his bed and a ring to buy. He reaches back to yank his shirt off just for the sake of expediency. His mind is still half in the moment and half planning a wedding. ]

I used to write that in my notebooks. The ones for classes we didn't share. I used to write 'Richie Kaspbrak' and 'Eddie Tozier' and sometimes just stupid Richie Kaspbrak-Tozier II because I was planning a kid, I guess? I don't know.

[He leans down and strokes Eddie's cheek reverently. ]

I woulda eaten glass to have what I have now.

❪ he breathes out a sound as richie yanks his shirt off. immediately, eddie has his hands on him and lets them explore the length of his body as richie talks. he gets it though, honestly being split between the moment and this future they had just settled on. at least the bed is comfortable, the sheets aside.

although he smiles there is always a touch of pain thinking back to their teens and everything they could have had then if they had just gotten their shit together. on the other hand, it's still near overwhelming to imagine that richie has been thinking about him for this long. it makes his heart swell and ache pleasantly. ❫

I stuck to daydreaming mostly. I wanted so many things but you were always at the forefront of everything else. ❪ he murmurs and pulls him closer for a small kiss. ❫ Sometimes I think I'm dreaming. That maybe I'll wake up and we'll still be in that fucking sewer.

❪ he lets a hand come up to cup his cheek with a slow breath of air. he doesn't mean for things to be so emotionally but fuck if it wasn't hard sometimes. ❫ I can't lose you again, Rich.

[Richie's whole mood transitions seamlessly into loving concern. He drops his head down and lets their foreheads press close. ]Hey. Hey, you are never gonna lose me. It would take like, fifteen Ben's to get me away from you, now. You hear me?

[He kisses Eddie softly, his own hand brushing tenderly at whatever skin he can get to. Every inch of Eddie was perfect, after all, so it didn't matter; Richie always wanted to worship all of it.]

You're part of me, now. You're part of my fucking soul, Kaspbrak.

And besides. [He will always, always still be Richie. ] You pay half the rent and that place isn't cheap.

❪ eddie can't help but breathe out slowly as richie leans in and presses their foreheads together. he closes his eyes and finds himself unable to help smiling at the image richie paints in his head. ❫

M-mm. I hear you. ❪ he says and presses up to return the kiss as his hands trace along richie's side with a soft sound. ❫ We're stuck together, you and me. Makes sense then since we're getting married and all.

❪ it's still hard to believe despite being the one to bring it up in the first place. and, yeah, richie will be richie and eddie can't help but grin. ❫

Oh yeah? I'd hate for you to lose out especially when we were lucky enough to grab a place with a fucking yard.

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