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“Tah-dah.”
The combination of the deadpan tone and the perky little spirit finger wiggles is enough to make Eddie roll his eyes and scoff at Richie’s antics, so he opens his mouth and starts to call him a fucking idiot.
That is, until he actually gets a look at what it is Richie is showing him.
There, carved into the old wood of The Kissing Bridge, are the letters R+E.
He blinks down at them in something like surprise. “The fuck is this?” he asks. Richie frowns, irritated.
“It’s our fucking initials. What the fuck does it look like?”
“Well, why are our initials carved here?” Eddie asks, not meanly or anything, but definitely bewildered. “Who the fuck wrote our initials here?” He steps closer and bends down to get a better look. “This looks old. Is this from when we were kids? I never noticed this before. Did someone do this to make fun of us or something? Why wouldn’t they tell us? Did they tell you? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Richie waits for Eddie to finish the worst game of twenty-questions in history, exuding the kind of patience he didn’t even know he was capable of as Eddie goes on for what feels like forty fucking minutes.
“Dude,” he finally bursts out, unable to take it anymore, “I carved those. Me. Jesus Christ.”
Eddie blinks up at him, all eyes and freckles, confused. “You did this?”
“Yes.”
“When we were kids?”
“Yes.”
“So…” Eddie looks at the wood and then back at Richie again, and Richie tries not to burst into a million pieces as he sees the cogs slowly turning in Eddie’s head.
“Oh my god, get there faster!” he finally snaps, and Eddie shoots him a glare.
“Shut the fuck up, dude! You had thirty years to know about this shit, I’ve had thirty fucking seconds, I’m fucking processing!” Richie throws his arms into the air and does a weird, exasperated little circle as Eddie continues to inspect the carving, his brows furrowed. “You carved our initials into the kissing bridge when we were kids,” he states again, just to hear the whole thing put together, and gingerly runs his index finger over the plus-sign. “Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Richie asks, cringing.
“Obviously not, if I’m fucking asking.”
Richie’s heaves a sigh. “I liked you,” he finally admits. Somehow, the world doesn’t end. He briefly thinks teenage-Richie would have been surprised by that.
Eddie traces his finger along the E now, slowly. “You liked me back?” he says, so quietly it takes Richie a moment too long before he realizes what Eddie said.
“Wait, back?!”
#reddie#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#car’s fanfiction#story starter maybe? I could see myself finishing this I think 🤔#it chapter 2
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Just thinkin’ up there, huh?
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Hey Bluey fans, how are we doing?
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My federal student loans have been forgiven, you guys!!! 😭
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“Rich, she was t-totally flirting with you.”
Richie scrunched up his nose and shrugged his shoulders, trying his best not to let on just how much he didn’t really care to Bill. “Cool.”
Bill’s brows furrowed. “‘Cool’? That’s it?” he asked. Richie shrugged. Now or never.
“Yeah, man,” he mumbled. “I mean, I’m gay, so I’m not really interested.”
“You’re gay?!” Bill cried, making Richie wince.
“Yes, William,” he hissed, motioning for him to keep it the fuck down. “I’m gay. Let’s say it louder so the entire state hears it, huh?”
Bill shook his head, looking sheepish. “Sorry, sorry, I’m j-just surprised, is all. I mean first Eddie and now you? Wow. I appreciate you tell—”
“Wait, what?” Richie interrupted what he was sure was going to be coming sappy and corny. “What about Eddie?”
Bill blinked in surprise. “Eddie came out to me like, two weeks ago,” he explained. “Did he not tell you?”
“No, he didn’t fucking tell me! What the fuck!” Richie cried, looking just a hair away from maniacal and tearing down the sidewalk, back toward his car.
“Rich!” Bill called, sprinting to catch up.
Geeze. What the hell was up with him?
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Me: Okay, it's time for bed.
Tumblr: Wait don't go. You can hit people for free.
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happy April fools day you weeaboo shits *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you* *hits you*
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30 days has September, April, March and November. June and November. Today is March 31st.
PARKS AND RECREATION (2009-2015)
2.21 “94 Meetings”
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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
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Richie feels someone staring him down, and isn’t at all surprised to see Eddie’s giant brown peepers leering at him when he looks up from his phone.
“Dude, what?” he asks, and it’s only then that Eddie seems to realize what he’s doing, and he blinks in surprise, looking down at his phone quickly in response.
“Nothing. Fuck you.”
Richie rolls his eyes, but bites back a smirk. “No, do I have something on my face or something?”
“Just a bad case of the ugly, like usual.”
Richie breaks at that, laughing out loud in surprise. “Dude, are you thirteen again? What the fuck?!”
Eddie throws his arms up in the air in frustration, looking just on the right side of manic. “You got new glasses!” he cries out. Richie chuckles.
“Yeah, got them like two days ago. I made Bev pick them out for me in the group chat, remember? You said the other ones made me look like homeless Dwight from The Office.”
Eddie frowns, glaring down at his phone, refusing to make eye contact. “They look nice,” he grumbles.
Richie, embarrassingly, flushes just a little at that, a, what he’s sure is a pathetic, lovesick little smile sneaking across his lips.
He too returns back to his phone, scrolling mindlessly.
“Thanks, Eds.”
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It’s about a week after their trip down to the sewer that Eddie tells him about the placebos, and Richie sees fucking red.
“She made it all up?!” he nearly shrieks, and Eddie hushes him, looking, of all things, embarrassed.
“It’s fucked up, right?” Eddie asks, and it pisses of Richie even more, knowing Eddie can’t even trust his own feelings of betrayal because the manipulation has gone so far. “I dug around, right? And I found a whole folder of all my health records. No sign of chronic illnesses, no allergies, no asthma. I wasn’t even born premature; I was late, even! I did have a small bout of pneumonia not long after my dad died, so maybe that freaked her out and started all this shit but—” He sighs and turns his big doe eyes to Richie. “I’m…normal. All these years worrying…and I’m actually healthy.”
Richie’s heart aches, and for once he lets his face do whatever it needs to do to let Eddie see it. “Dude. Fuck that. Fuck your mom. And not in the good way.”
“Beep beep,” Eddie sighs, and it lacks its usual bite. “It’s just… What now, ya know? What do you do when everything you know about yourself is a lie?”
Richie thinks about it for a second, then reaches into his backpack and pulls out an open bag of Reese’s Pieces, wiggling it temptingly. “You eat some goddamn peanut butter, Eds,” he tells him.
Slowly, Eddie grins and grabs the bag.
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Taking a break while trying to be the VERY BEST… like no one ever was…
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i fussed with this drawing for months but i had a blast drawing it. i think a part of me was sad to be finished with it. maybe i'll draw more of this pokemon au someday.
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