a girl finds love in her brothers best friend

will is the president of the belittled flower club; also known as the sissy club to bullies. when the bullying gets violent, mike wheeler, one of the most popular boys in school, decides to join the club in attempt to end the bullying, but he finds a lot more than flowers.

"i dont like you in that way eddie," "oh..." "eds?" or in which eddie falls in love with his babysitter

«in simplicity, there is truth» hey babes! i have been dying to make an eighties book and finally have gotten around to it! so, feel free to request any actor/actress/character!

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Mike Waters (a gay hustler) , and his best friend Scott Favor (son of the mayor) travel off to find mikes long lost mother. Mike suffering from narcolepsy finds himself falling in love, but which someone whom he does not expect.

BRUISED | ❝stay soft, eds. it looks beautiful on you.❞ It's 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others. ©angeIbug [ HIGHEST RANK ; #14 in Reddie ] [ I also just want to say rn that this fic is quite cringeworthy at times and there are mistakes!!!! But thankyou for your continuous support on this book:) ]

"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.

After the earth shattering loss of his mother, Kace is struggling to find color in a world that is suddenly black and white. That color comes in the form of a handsome, mysterious stranger named Xavier, who shows him that life truly does get better after the loss of a loved one. _____________________________________________ Inspired by a fictional scenario on tiktok, not real life people. enjoy! If you're my mom or God reading this then I'm sorry. ((c)) All Rights Reserved