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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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[ Everything Richie is feeling would be way too overwhelming if Eddie weren't right here with him, experiencing those same emotions. He manages a smile of his own, sniffling again before pressing soft, gentle kisses to Eddie's cheeks and lips.

This feels so right. They've done this countless times - almost daily, when they were in high school - and the quiet comfort it evokes in Richie's heart is just as potent now as it was all those years ago. After a few moments his tears subside, and for a little while he just lies there with Eddie, still in disbelief that not only did he forget all about this, but that he somehow managed to get it back, too.

Eventually, though, that nagging thought from earlier finds its way to his lips, despite his best attempts to hold it back. ]

Eddie, [ he murmurs, suddenly nervous, ] what about... what about your -

[ even saying the word is difficult: ]

- your wife?

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[respirations]

❪ eddie breathes out a tired sound as richie presses those soft, gentle kisses to his cheeks and lips. it's hard not to be taken back to those times from before― before all of this and before they forgot each other. it's harder still not to let himself just near collapse into all and forget about everything else.

but, as it turns out, that's a little harder said than done. since they began this literal trip of memories, he hadn't given much thought to myra back home but now it's hard not to look at his wedding band. ❫

The longer I'm here the more I remember about my mom and the more I'm reminded about the relationship I have with Myra. I forgot and got myself involved with someone that does the same exact shit that she used to do. ❪ he chuckles but it's a sad sound. ❫ And I realize that the sort of shit that I feel with you, felt when we were together, I can't remember ever feeling anywhere close to that with her.