A Promise to You
Pairing(s): Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak
Warnings: none. literally none - are y’all proud?
a/n: why do i keep writing short fics?? i hate myself??
Eddie giggled, his fingers gently curled around the warm palms covering his eyes. The room smelled wonderful; like sweets, vanilla candles, and Richie. He took blind steps, putting the entirety of his faith into his boyfriend’s hands. But, for once, anxiety did not rage in his body - he felt content, giddy even, just to have Richie so close to him.
“No peeking, Spaghetti Head!”
Richie practically radiated with enthusiasm and passion, and it made Eddie’s heart flutter.
“How am I supposed to peek with your big, fat hands on my face?”
Richie let out one of this contagious laughs, and although Eddie couldn’t see him, his lips also tugged up. Together, they took a few more steps before coming to a stop. Eddie was bouncing with anticipation, his fingers gripping Richie’s hands with slightly more pressure.
“Okay, my dear Eddie, are you ready to be romanticized?”
Eddie let out a snort, “You don’t have a romantic bone in your body, Richie Tozier.”
“You’re going to eat your words, Kaspbrak.”
Before another word could be said, Richie removed his hands. Eddie let out a gasp, his heart practically leaping in his chest as he saw the setup Richie had planned. Lit candles lined the dining table, which had been covered by a beautiful red cloth that looked incredibly similar to a bedsheet. Also residing on the table, a well-cooked dinner completed with spaghetti, meatballs, and baked bread. Soft music played in the background to finish off the sickening cliche setting.
“Oh, Richie,” Eddie spoke quietly, “Did you cook all of this?”
“Absolutely not. Stan truly is the man.”
Richie dramatically approached the table, pulling the chair out for Eddie and taking a large bow.
“Mi’lady,” he announced in a posh voice, “We are doing this full Lady and the Tramp style.”
He grinned as Eddie threw his head back with a laugh. Eddie took a seat, gripping the edges as Richie attempted to push the chair back in. He let out a long slur of curse words, pressing his body against the back of the wooden chair.
“You weigh like 10 fuckin’ pounds, why can’t I move this chair?”
Eddie glanced down at the floor to see what the chair was stuck on. As he did, Richie stopped trying to move him. Eddie gasped, eyes locked on the small box propped up against the leg of his seat. He realized Richie had been doing what he does best - putting on a show.
“Rich,” He leaned down to grab the box, but Richie beat him to it.
Eddie looked back at his boyfriend, who was now on one knee with the small box sitting perfectly in his palm. His eyes welled up with tears as Richie pulled the top open, Eddie’s mouth gaped out but no words came out.
“This isn’t a proposal, my sweet Eds, so don’t freak out.” Eddie let out a small laugh, hands covering his mouth, “I know you’re worried about going to college, about what will happen to us - so this is my promise to you.” Richie’s free hand enveloped Eddie’s shaking one, “I promise to never stop trying, even if you go to New York and I don’t. I promise to call you every night and send you nudes every chance I get (“beep beep, richie”) so you won’t forget the hot bod that’s waiting for you at home. I promise not to see the new Star Wars movie without you, and I will DVR every episode of that dumb show you like so much. But, most of all, Spaghetti, I promise to love you unconditionally until the end of time.”
Eddie cried even harder as Richie slid the thin golden band onto his ring finger, his other hand still cupping his mouth. Richie grinned at his boyfriend, who was staring down at the ring like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“You’re such a fucking sap, Richie Tozier!” Eddie laughed through his tears, grasping the older boy’s shirt collar and pulling him close to embrace him.
Richie smiled again, “You love the sappiness, don’t deny it.”
“You’re right.” Eddie agreed, his head stuffed in Richie’s neck, “I do. I love it - I love you.”
“I love you, too, Eds. So much.”
The position was awkward; Richie sat up on his knees, arms snug around Eddie’s waist - while the latter sat perched on the end of his wooden chair, hands fisted around Richie’s shirt to hold him impossibly close - but neither wanted to move.
The band weighed heavily on Eddie’s finger - sitting foreign, and he loved it. The feeling of it was almost enough to make him full on sob. His heart swelled in his chest until it sat almost uncomfortably, a warm euphoria soaking into his bones.
“Do you have one, too?” he asked, twisting one of Richie’s curls between his fingers, “A ring?”
Richie pulled away, pressing a sweet kiss to Eddie’s nose as he fished around in his own pants pocket. He pulled out another gold band - identical to Eddie’s - and held it up with a sheepish smile.
Eddie took the ring, gently sliding it onto Richie’s ring finger. His cheeks were still tear stained, Richie’s quickly becoming the same way, as they met in a loving kiss. Eddie’s arms circled around Richie’s neck. One kiss became two, then three - and, after the fourth, they settled for resting their foreheads together.
Eddie sensed a new type of bond, and he knew Richie did, too. He could tell by the way Richie gripped his hips, the way his fingers rubbed soft circles into his back. This was no longer some silly love - it had blossomed into a complete infatuation.
And Eddie never wanted it to end.
The promise lingering in the air - wrapped around his finger - assured him it wouldn’t.