"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘴?" "𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴?" or richie meets a boy with OCD in his history class

"pretty mama sews, stitches in all your bitches broken hearts" - Eddie was weaving sweet flowers' stems into each other. Flower after flower. Soft little daisies that glided against Eddie's fingertips. He stopped and looked at the view in front of him, his feet dangling off the edge carefully. Eddie peaked at Richie and noticed the way his hair was unbrushed and greasy. It was very unruly. He noticed the way his rosy lips took a long a drag of the cigarette that was pressed between his thumb and pointer finger and the way his denim jacket sat loosely on top of his broad shoulders. He must have gotten a size too big. His sneakers were always the same ones. The same old Vans that were all torn. His freckles were growing grey as the sun was slowly setting. One of his knees was brought up to his chest. Eddie noticed the way Richie's eyes were fixated on the setting sun. He was fucked up. Eddie knew, Richie told him. He hasn't gotten any sleep in the past 3 days, his humour was slightly fading because of that and weed or cigarette smoke was escaping out of his mouth instead of silly, inappropriate comments. But it was okay. Eddie liked the silence anyway. Though he did wish it was substituted with loving, tender words. Eddie smiled and his hands found they way back to the crown on his lap. He was almost done, just tying the ends. "Rich?" he softly said, and Richie turned around to meet his gaze. He took the flower crown and placed it on the boy's head. Richie grinned and took one of the left over flowers from Eddie's bunch and tucked it behind Eddie's small ear. His hand lingered there for a while and then dropped. He shifted his numinous stare back to the setting of the bright colours melting into each other. Eddie smiled. He had two of his favourite things in the world. Flowers and Richie. But what Eddie didn't know was how his sweet Richie, the same Richie who had been putting stupid flowers in Eddie's locker, was fucking bitches behind his back.

❝ how do you manage to always hurt yourself? ❞ where richie constantly gives himself papercuts in class to get the shy boy's attention

Richie doesn't know how to handle the way Eddie makes him feel. Neither does Eddie. After the events of IT chapter 1 (2017) The losers club slowly get to find out more about Richie, then what he would have wanted them to. This story follows to journey of growing up, and the issues with self image, abuse, romance, friendship. And... Forgetting all your friends?? After the events of IT chapter 2 (2019) The losers club need to learn how to live the the memories of troubled pasts, and... dead people? Rating is NC-17. (For language, violence, eternized homophobia, sexual scene [that you can skip] and use of tobacco: other substances) (I have also posted this fan-fiction on A03, my username is Animebrains) It's called: In The End We Are Still The Same. Same fanfic. Same name. Feel free to read this Fanfic on A03 I update the chapters at the same time, it's just a lot more organized and has Author's notes on A03

A book where Eddie and Richie have a crush on each other but Eddie is so love struck he forgets how to breathe around Richie trashmouth Tozier, he's trapped barely able to breathe at the sight and thought of the boy who stole his heart. Or would they be so lovestruck? Read to find out. • • • • • • • • • (No smut but mentions and close encounters will be mentioned plus underage drinking and smoking will also be involved. Homophobic slurs,slightly sexual scenes,abuse, and other topics similar will be mentioned or noticed. You have been warned. Hope you enjoy the story.