* EDDIE KASPBRAK .
with an amused ( maybe - possibly - drunk ) grin and an adoring spark in his eyes , eddie nods softly , ❝ mm-hm , it does . ❞ with everything surrounding them lately , tonight felt like the break he’d needed . a night to not think about the oddities that seemed to be popping up left and right - stuff that left him awake at night and glancing over his shoulder when he walked alone . no , tonight he didn’t feel uneasy or paranoid or out of place . just the opposite , there was a knowledge that despite it all , this was exactly where he was supposed to be . there’s a sense of calm when richie is the only thing on his mind , a calm with the feeling of fabric between his fingers and warmth from closeness . he quirks an eyebrow , lifting his glass to take a small sip ( only wincing at the taste a tiny bit , this time ) , ❝ yeah , don’t let it go to your head . ❞ his response is as casual as the shrug that rolls off his shoulder , because he’s having fun . it’s a moment where all he can care about is how close they are , the painted blush on richies cheeks that appeals to him better than any artwork ever could , and how he’s looking at him ( it’s enough to send chills , and it does ) . it’s a moment where he realizes something like this is all he’s wanted - something like this with them . his eyes trail down to his fingers on his dates jacket , realizing his grip had probably been there for too long . ❝ thanks for coming with me , ❞ there’s a pause , enough time for him to bite down on his bottom lip again , wondering if he should let anything vulnerable slip between them . giving a small pull to the jacket because they should be closer in his mind , he lets himself look back up at him - a personal definition of a vision , he concludes . ❝ i’m really happy . ❞
mere centimetres feel like miles when it’s the only distance separating the pair ; he’s so close he can almost FEEL the warmth that perpetually seems to emanate from eddie’s touch and it’s setting off that muscle in his jaw . clenches , unclenches , takes a pause to gulp down bourbon that continues to lay a filmy gauze across his sight ( and he can’t exactly see well anyway , not with contacts in instead of his glasses ) --- - but there is something about this moment that has him relaxing , sinking into other’s grip on his jacket even more so than he already has . ❝ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 , spagheds , your compliments just keep on pumpin’ my head bigger . i write ‘em all down for when my head feels smaller than usual . ❞ laughter , languid and long and low , rumbles deep and nearly sets him off - balance / and fuck it , he’s always 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 throwing caution to the wind : he’ll splay his free hand across the small of eddie’s back , callused fingertips almost reaching across to dig into the flesh of his hip . the contact burns in the most pleasant way possible . ❝ s’good that you’re having a good time . so am i . i’m glad you insisted we come , sure beats spendin’ the night inside of your mother . ❞ ( pause for a beat , 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻 --- - even when longing is high on his mind , a crude joke about sonia kaspbrak is never far away . ) ❝ all 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 , though , i’m . . . i’m havin’ a real good night , eds . all thanks to you . ❞


















