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[respirations]

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. picture prompts • quote prompts • music prompts • etc

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[respirations]

I'll call you as soon as I'm finished up.

❪ whatever 'finished up' might mean in this case. he hopes, prays, it'll be myra returning to new york but that alone might be harder than he imagines. it's not going to be pretty, he knows, that's for sure but it's something he has to do now. he can't keep living this lie anymore. he can't keep living in this spot just because it was familiar, comfortable.

returning the squeeze, eddie watches him curiously as he moves about the room. the words throw him off for just a moment before he sighs, smiling faintly. ❫

Love you too, dickwad.