This is a fanfiction about Richie and Eddie from the beginning and stuff where they fall in love, ect lol enjoy (and just to be clear this is after the whole pennywise thing and Patrick didn't die. And it's also modern so they have phones and stuff) again, enjoy. #17 in rankings for #it Tysm for all the reads💞 *NO INTENSE SMUT* Only fluff😁

Eddie; well, now I feel bad Richie; why is that? Eddie; cause I'm not gay. Richie; oh. {HIGHEST RANK ON RANDOM #20}

Every Tuesday during football practice, sixteen year old Sem Bolton finds himself stealing glances at the gorgeous college boy jogging down the path next to the fields. He was his dirty little secret. His guilty pleasure. His unobtainable fantasy: safe and distant on the other side of the chainlink fence. Then, through a series of unpleasant events including being forced on a camping trip, it turns out his unobtainable fantasy is not so unobtainable after all. Not only is gorgeous college boy gay as well, he also wants to date Sem. Now, Sem was never one to play it safe. But outing himself was in a whole different league than testing his mother's patience or taking hits in the boxing ring. Was he really ready to date a guy, all consequences included? As if internal struggles weren't enough, count on girls, friends, and an estranged brother, to complicate stuff even further. Photo on the cover by: https://unsplash.com/@nickkarvounis

{UNDER EDITING} My name is Valentina-- Val for short. I'm a little unique... There's something about me nobody knows... I'm not really a girl. I was born a boy. I never felt like I belonged. I always felt different. I'm like a lot of girls. I love dancing and I want to be great at it. we're working on The Twelve Princesses now (that's what it's called right) and I want to be the lead. Or, I did want to be the lead, before something happened...

i'd much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people. - lowercase intended- © don-t-call-me-eds

being a hopeless romantic with a sarcastic mind is pretty exhausting.

June 12, 2016. Pulse, Florida. The biggest hate crime against the LGBT community in 21st century America. It took some lives and changed others. Mine was one of them. Hi, I'm Matthew Westbrook. I live in a small apartment with my roommate, Austin Sherry, in Orlando. I'm doing literature from the University of Central Florida. I usually wear plaid shirts over colorful T-shirts and a pair of washed out jeans. And I'm gay. I'm gay. This is the story of my struggles to accept my sexuality, of how I got out of denial, of how I came out, of my first crush, my first kiss, my first boyfriend and my first heartbreak. This is the story of how I tore apart and then patched everything up. But most of all, this is a story of how a few people's hatred destroys so many lives. I was one of the people in the shootings in the gay club that night. I was one of the people huddled in the bathroom, fearing for my life and that of the guy I loved. I was one of the people who experienced the fatal mixture of fear and contempt first hand. And when my boyfriend got shot to save my life, I was left in a hopeless race to save everything that I held dear- my biggest secret, my sanity and the guy I owed everything to; even my heartbeat. Hi, I'm Matthew Westbrook. And this is my story.

"we're g-g-going t-to find each other, o-okay?" stanley took in a shaky breath before responding. "promise?" "p-promise."

; in which stanley has amnesia, hes also a bully. - stenbrough

❝Derry's gonna have to deal with us, Eddie. If they can't handle us being together, then that's on them.❞ ♚ In which Eddie and Richie haven't talked for awhile, but fall in love again. And now they have to hide it from the homophobic world.