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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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[sloppybitch]

[Fuck New England, fuck the upper north-eastern coast of America and all the states surrounding it. Except maybe New York and New Jersey because he had regular shows there and a huge following. It'd be damning on his career to give that up, and he knew deep down Eddie loved going to New York to get his shop on while Richie was busy telling his jokes.

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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❪ he sighs against richie's lips as they break apart, eyes fluttering open but suddenly surprised as rich vanishes from his line of sight as he kneels in the sand. more than that, he can feel his heart racing as he begins to piece everything together. he breathes in sharply, jaw dropping slightly and shakily reaching for the box in his own pocket.

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?

[sloppybitch]

You've gotta be kidding.

[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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❪ for what it's worth, eddie finds himself unable to help himself and starts to laugh. he near tumbles over in the sand but manages to keep himself upright by bracing himself with his free hand, head bowed and shoulders shaking slightly. ❫

I can't believe this. ❪ he says finally, smiling through a misty eyed look. ❫ And yes, yes― of course I'll marry you.