eddie "fuck you, bro" kaspbrak. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
respirations) wrote2025-12-01 12:00 am
respirations) wrote2025-12-01 12:00 am
― open post.
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❪ eddie can't help but grin slightly as he tilts his head back just enough to peek at richie with a soft look of adoration. because, really, he knew the feelings swirling around all too well considering his own ring is nicely tucked away within arms reach of the bed at all times. you know, just in case he couldn't hold it in anymore and randomly just popped the question. ❫
Hmm. Just as long as there isn't any exploration involving fuzzy handcuffs again.
❪ that had been awkward at best. ❫
small time skip
[Neither of them had any intention of returning home, let alone writing back to the family that might exist still in Maine. His joke felt like something worth laughing at, especially with how much Mrs. K had vehemently hated him when he was young. Richie was a blemish on the face of Derry from early on, and his reputation preceded him.
Now, he was just some B class comedian that got by on telling crude jokes to a middle-class audience. Which was fine with him, especially when it gave him the freedom to take Eddie on a trip like this. The sex wasn't the only freeing aspect of their little cabin getaway. No, a masseuse came in the following morning after their hour-long soak and removed any tenseness in their bodies as if it had never existed, to begin with.
After a filling breakfast and another shower, this time somehow putting their bath to shame Richie and Eddie are hand in hand on the beach, the warm breeze flapping his Hawaiian shirt out over the simple blue t-shirt he had underneath.
The beach is barren, it's their own little slot of land and despite it all, the environment still stayed every as romantic. The ring in his pocket is burning a hole in his leg. The walking hand in hand was perfect, but the longer he thinks about it the more overwhelming it seems to be. Richie stops short, pulling on Eddie's palm still grasped tightly within his own.]
Hey.
[Wow. This was supposed to be a whole lot easier, especially given how long he'd been planning it, and thinking about it. When the words don't come out of his mouth, Richie steps in for a long kiss- using that moment to find the confidence he'd had when the plane touched down. Right now it just felt like a head full of hot air.]
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he's grateful for this though. these moment where him and richie can just live their lives without any worries or frustrations. it's moments they had fought so hard for and deserved after everything that had encompassed their lives and shadowed the two of them since childhood.
the gratefulness extended with the masseuse coming by their room, breakfast and the shower that followed. it's more than he deserves, eddie thinks sometimes before he is quick to shake it away. no, he does deserve this and he deserves this life with richie. he deserves to be happy and in love and to marry someone that he loves―
which is why he smuggles the ring into the pocket of his hoodie. it helps fight off the chill of the sea breeze despite pairing the hoodie with running shorts. it is romanatic though being able to walk hand and hand with rich like this and (more than once) he finds himself staring at his boyfriend with a dopey, lovesick smile.
it's one of those times when richie stops short and pulls on his hand, eddie tilting his head curiously and gently adjusting so their fingers are laced together. ❫
Hi...?
❪ he's a little unsure where this is all going but his question dies in his throat when richie steps in and kisses the confusion away. god, he doubts he'll ever get enough of this. really, truly, he knew the right choice had always been to spend his life with richie. now, he just had get the courage to ask. ❫
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It had been an uphill climb, and a lot of fighting to be able to face him now on some isolated beach in an actual paradise. The kiss grounds him just enough to dig into his pocket and hit the sand with his knees. Richie knows himself, knows that if he doesn't immediately cave in to the action he'll run from it again like the coward he is. The determination that grounds him onto one knee floods his vision with searing white pain, he'd been so eager to do it he'd grounded himself on a large piece of a conch shell. It would probably bruise, and he'd definitely be in the tub tonight but there was no going back.]
Eddie, will you-
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his ears are ringing by the time he moves, kneeling down into the sand himself and fumbling to get his own words out: ❫
― marry me, Richie?
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[It's a bad time to say it but they're both in the sand, staring into each other's eyes with rings in their hand. It's like something out of a fairytale and it takes Richie a minute to realize, and he wavers in the sand, his eyes blown wide into something almost vulnerable.
It was mutual. Eddie wanted him as much as he wanted him, he wanted this- a life with him, no matter what it meant.]
Yeah, I mean yes.
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I can't believe this. ❪ he says finally, smiling through a misty eyed look. ❫ And yes, yes― of course I'll marry you.