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@medsbrak
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Derry, Maine has one of the top colleges in all the world and for all the students that attend the college, theyâre expected to be the best of the best. However, thereâs something odd about the town that just doesnât sit right with many of them. No one really knows what kind of secrets Derry holds unless they grew up in the town. However since the college is so well known and established, there are many other students who donât understand the entire concept of Derry as a whole.Â
 The fact of the matter is, one student ended up dead and the school is doing the best they can to cover the fact that Derry, Maine is not as clean cut as it tries to be.Â
 When a mysterious blog suddenly shows up, showing off the weakness of all the students in its attendance, everyone is either going to have to work together to take the blog down or fall apart at the hands of the person behind the blog.
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richie/eddie + post ch 2 aesthetic
kind of want to play dead by daylight. kind of want to sleep. my muse is extra sassy tonight for some reason which means i shouldnât do any rping - probably. idk.
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@medsbrak / nye kiss from richie.
Itâs been long overdue. Ben and Beverly had hosted this party. Well, no, it had been technically something Beverlyâs fashion company was hosting, but all the losers were in attendance, including a recently divorced Kaspbrak man. Richie had told himself he was going to calm down, not go after him. In fact, the whole night had been Richie avoiding even looking at Eddie, but he was a few drinks in and thank god for liquid courage, sometimes. He didnât know how to really talk to Eddie if he wasnât drunk.
Sliding in next to Eddie, he put an arm around the other man and grinned. âRemember when we were in that hell hole of Derry and you drunkenly said âletâs take our shirts off and kissâ? Well, I think Bevâs business friends would find that highly entertaining, and it would add some spice if we did it at midnight, wouldnât you think?â What a way to start a conversation, Tozier.
It was weird to be out celebrating something such as a new year, but for Eddie it really held some intense meaning for him. He was busy focusing on all the good that the new year was going to bring him, after surviving a lot of the bad that had happened over time, he was eagerly excited and pleased that he was going to be able to start a new. Practically dying was definitely not something he wanted to dwell on so once that clock struck midnight he would be living his life to the fullest. Already off to a good start in regards to ending his marriage to Myra and simply allowing himself to really be the man he wanted to be.
When Richie was next to him, the man sucks in a breath and turns to look at him momentarily. âI donât think we should do that - at all.â he states with a roll of his eyes. âThat sounds like literally the worst idea in the world, and I donât think itâll make Beverly look good in the slightest with her coworkers.â Wanting to kiss Richie was definitely on his list, but he just... wasnât all that eager to make a show out of it. Eddie was a few drinks in though,so he felt a little bolder. âIf youâre looking for an excuse to kiss me at midnight, all you had to do was ask if it was okay.â

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eddie kaspbrak loves richie tozier with his whole damn heart. send tweet.
i want to get back on kennedy but like.... shrugs.
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The drive in silence is killing Richie to the point where he finally puts in a tape, something to fill the air. A mixtape he had been working on. Apart of a series that Eddie would never know was dedicated to him. Casettes lay all over the bottom of the passenger floor in his car. All marked with the same three letters in pen on the clean lines âY O Uâ. He had hesitated to swap out for a different tape. Something a little bit less⌠laying it on thick, not that Eddie would know. Nor did he ever ask any time he was in Richieâs car anyhow.
As they pull up to the bar and get out, Richie just stops and looks over at Eddie, sighing. He doesnât even know why heâs bothered driving Eddie out here. This is a stupid idea but he wants Eddie to have fun. To remember the nights of them and just them, no one else. Richieâs desperate for that loser to hold onto memories of just Richie that Richie knows heâll hold onto of just Eddie.Â
Walking up to the bar, Richie orders himself a beer and then looks over at Eddie before thinking. âPlease give my fine gentleman here a mojitoâ bacardi, please.â Eddie really doesnât look like much of a beer drinker anyhow. This bar already knows Richie. They know that heâs loyal to them. He pays his tabs. They also probably know heâs underaged, but he brings in people sometimes so it makes up for it. He motions for Eddie to follow him.
âCâmon, thereâs a dance floor upstairs. We can just dance and not have to worry about anything.â Heâs glad that he had the fakes, though he knew that if they didnât have their fakes, they could have just washed the ink off their skin like the majority of people did at concerts and bars underaged.Â
â iâm sorry your mom is a shithead,â he says, finally, as theyâre dancingâ the beat just droning behind them. â iâm sorry sheâs taking you from us. fuck your mom, dude.â
eddie was thankful that richie decided to put music on. he was drowning quietly in the silence and he needed something to keep his mind stable. all he wanted was to just stay here and live in a moment with richie. one that he wouldnât have to give up and one he would never end up forgetting at any time. but he knew that he wouldnât be able to live in any memories. they would just be a memory he would think of often.
when he has the drink that richie ordered him in his hand and heâs taking small sips of it because alcohol was not his friend, he was ready to get upstairs and away from the really intense crowd of being downstairs. by the time theyâre really upstairs dancing eddie has most of the dirnk downed and is feeling a lot better, a lot more free.
â itâs... it sucks. â he mutters knowing that richie was still going to be able to hear him because of how close they were dancing. â i donât wan to leave you. â he adds softly, his eyes lifting up to catch richieâs before adverting somewhere else, anywhere else. â iâm going to miss you all. â
it was sad to think about, sad to talk about and so because of that eddie takes richieâs beer bottle from richieâs hand and takes a few chugs of it before handing it back. â sorry... i just... sorry. â he wants to be numb. to not think about two months from now. â i donât want to think about it. â
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âmy ideas are almost never good ideas, eddie kaspbrak, you should know that of all people,â he explains as eddie and him climb down the side of eddieâs house and back down onto the god awful derry dirt. he doesnât want to focus on the fact that eddieâs leaving. he has two months. thatâs⌠not long⌠but it already seems like itâll be next week. as he goes to his car, he glances over as eddie asks where theyâre going.Â
â i know a bar thatâs 45 minutes away. progressive. fun. iâve gone there a lot. they all know me there already, but i figured you should bring your ID anyhow just in case,â he explains as he gets into his car, seatbelts and turns on the car, glad that he had parked a little bit away from the kaspbrak house.
you canât drink away the fact iâm leaving, rich.
richie tears up and slams his hand against the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as he looks away. â i want to enjoy the last months i have with you. i might not be able to stop it but i want you to have so many fucking memories of me eddie kaspbrak that you know youâll never forget me. âÂ
â seeing richie like this destroys him, because richie was the one person that eddie never wants to see hurt. heâs the most important person to eddie and he would do anything for the boy. he loves richie tozier and it kills him that he canât even say it. the words sit at the tip of his tongue consistently dying to come out because he just wants to scream it. but it wouldnât make a difference and at this rate it would leave them on a sour note right when he was about to leave.
â iâm never going to forget you, richie. never. â he immediately promises, reaching his hand over to grab richieâs, holding it tightly and giving it a squeeze of reassurance. â i have so many memories, i have so many pictures and laughs and so much of everything to remind me of you every single day of my life. and itâs not goodbye forever. iâm going to see you again. â eddie knew he would never be able to say goodbye to richie.
another second too long on holding his hand and he pulls it back, resting them both in his lap now as he gazes out the window, occasionally wiping the angry tears that are falling down his cheeks. itâs not until the car comes to the stop that eddie is climbing out of it and waiting for richie to lead the way into the bar. he doesnât know what more to say, words right now arenât enough.
eddie didnât have the words to make it okay again.
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richie doesnât say something at first especially when eddie mentions how little time they have. two months. thatâs nothing. you have to let me go. richieâs face drops and he just tries to keep positive. eddieâs already close to tears. he doesnât want to start making this worse for his friend. â youâre living,â he protests at eddie saying that sonia thinks eddie is abandoning her. â she realizes she canât hold you hostage anymore so sheâs dragging you because youâre not 18 so youâre forced to be with her again until you can be on your own.â the brunet curses under his breath and then looks over at eddie noticing the tears.Â
âno. no. edward kaspbrak stop those fucking tears right now,â he says, moving to wipe them away as he devises a plan. âif you only have two months, then weâre going to live it like youâre a god damn make a wish kid. câmon,â he moves over towards eddieâs window and opens it again. â still have that fake i got you for your birthday?â he asks, winking at eddie. â iâll have you back before she even notices.â he needs to go out. he needs to not think about the fact that theyâre all leaving. it doesnât even help he hasnât talked to stan in months. everyone is slipping away from each other.Â
â â richie no, i canât. â he whispers to his friend but he knows that richieâs mind is set and so he doesnât argue. he just moves to his closet, taking off the shirt he was wearing ( he was getting ready for bed ) and throws on one of his polos that he has lying in the closet before heading over to her drawers. â found it. â he mutters pulling the fake ID out of one of the socks he has in there. it was his only way to hide it from his mom. â this going to be a terrible idea, rich. â he states but he doesnât hesitate to follow richie out of the window and down the drainpipe.
maybe going out wouldnât be the worst thing. if his mom was going to take him away to protect him from richie and the other losers who were still in derry, he was going to make sure to spend every last second with them. especially richie. he couldnât bear to say goodbye to him. â where are we going? â he asks moving quickly to keep up with his friend, arms crossing over his chest. â you canât drink away the fact iâm leaving, rich. â a pause. â i wish we could but itâs not going to change it. â
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â this is bullshit, â he snaps at eddie before looking towards the door. heâs about to bolt and yell at sonia. but he also knows eddieâs about to burst into tears and richie isnât sure he can deal with that either. itâs going to go badly. shit. shit.. â when? â is all richie can ask as he sits down on his knees in front of eddieâs chair, genuinely concerned about eddie. soniaâs just going to drag him away with her like that? she already has eddie wrapped around her fingers. itâs not fucking fair.Â
â no. no. no. iâm not fucking letting my senior year go without you,â he fights, making small fists as he tries to center himself. âis your mom home? iâm about to tell her to go to hell or something,â he gets up and looks around, knowing he damn well wonât cause issues in eddieâs home because heâs not like that. he knows eddie needs a stable home. âthis isnât fair you canât just leave. eddie youâre better than her. youâve been so freaking good.â
â he doesnât know how to make this better, he doesnât know what else he can say because itâs final. the moving is final and thatâs just how it has to be at this point. â richie you have to let me go. â he says, grabbing his hand and tugging him so he doesnât go anywhere. he wasnât letting him go and yell at his mom, that was exactly the kind of behavior that sonia was trying to get eddie way from. and it sucked, it truly fucking sucked.Â
â my mom has made up her mind. we are leaving in two months. â he hated saying that, he hates saying that this is the way it has to end. â i know iâve been good, but itâs not enough for her. me lashing out and not taking her shit anymore is really fucking me up in the long run it seems. she doesnât know what to do and she thinks iâm abandoning her. â and maybe in reality he was trying to. he was trying to live his life and be happy. â iâm sorry, richie, i really -- â he coughs back a little sob because now the tears were coming. â i canât do anything. â

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his head snaps over to his best friendâ wait. what. heâs sitting up and richie looks concerned. â new york? why the fuck would your mom go to new york?â he asks, narrowing his eyes. âminus to mate with one of the rats since yâknow theyâre just as big as her,â he pauses and looks over at the door to make sure sonia isnât about to come in somehow aware that richie and eddie are talking about her.Â
what. eddie canât leave. â what do you mean looking at apartments? like for you to board at for college?â he knows the answer and he almost hesitates- about to get up to go yell at sonia. â no. fuck no, kaspbrak. youâre staying here. we already lost bevâ now you? i already know stanâs going away for college. how the fuck am i supposed to keep on?â he asks, moving to turn eddieâs chair so heâs looking at his best friend. â i canât do our senior year without you, eddie. â
â he knew that this was a conversation that was going to have to happen at some point. he knew what his mom had planned and he knew why it was planned. he knew that she wanted to get him away from the remaining losers that were still here, which was everyone but beverly. â richie, stop. â he mutters under his breath before his chair is spun and heâs facing his best friend one on one right now. he couldnât handle this right now, even though he knew he brought this upon himself. he knew that this was going to end poorly.
â no, richie. iâm going to new york with my mom because she wants to get away from all of you. â he says softly, blinking his eyes rapidly because holy shit he seriously wants to burst into tears and just cry. â you will kill senior year without me, rich. â he says giving his friendâs face a pat before letting his hand linger against the skin for a little too long. he takes it back a second later and shakes his head. â iâm sorry, rich, i canât do anything about it. â
imagine this tho.
high school reddie discuss their feelings for each other. but then eddie moves away before senior year and forgets everything that happened.
richie hangs on a bit longer to it but then when he moves he forgets too and then when they come back to derry they try to pretend none of that existed at all because eddie is married.