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[Complete] Richie gets a guitar and it drives Eddie crazy, until Eddie catches Richie singing a song that seems to profess his love for one of his best friends. Angst for DAYS. Rated Mature for sexual content. Aged up characters.

"Life is hell, and I intend to rule it." Based off of season 2 All rights go to Daniel Handler, Mark Hudis, and Barry Sonnenfeld. I own nothing except my character(s).

Y/n Strauss is a polite, educated, quiet young girl. One day, a handsome boy moves in nextdoor. And suddenly, she's head over heels for Klaus Baudelaire. Little does she know that he feels the same way. I'm really bad at writing descriptions. I'm sorry.

CURRENTLY ON HOLD - It's the summer before their Junior year in high school, and Richie is prepared for the best summer of his life. There's only one problem, he's gay, and 100% head over heals with his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak, who's straight, right? What happens when drunken thought's turn into actions? How will they cope in a town that doesn't like change? And will the lucky seven ever really get past that dark summer of 1989? Read to find out! I am SO sorry, I'm terrible at intro's, but it's a good story! I Promise! Lot's of reddie, and some billverly and Stozier in the background. WARNING: LIGHT smut (they're both 17), lots of swearing, drugs/alcohol, blood/violence in later chapters, a little dark in some points

E: "Shit" R: What is it?" E"My mom. She wants me to go home" R: "Are you seriously gonna let me here alone?" E: "I seriously don't want to" R: "Yeah? Then stay"

richie texts eddie as a 'prank' and eddie begins to question what exactly he feels for his best friend...

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

"Beep beep Richie" I told him, he looked at me the same as he always had. And once again tried to lean in, just as he always does. And I pushed his face away. Just as I always do. He frowned. "Sorry hot stuff, but you and I both know you want it" and he was right. But I just never let him have it. No matter how many times he tried. It wasn't me playing hard to get or anything like that. It was me not wanting to get hurt.

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