In which two boys with strange, wealthy families decide to become runaways in the 1960's. "Let's bug out." ((reddie)) ((60's runaway au))

don't read this if you don't wanna hate richie started / 20.1.18 finished / 2.7.2020

─ ⊹⁀𖨂 * +. 000. | ❪ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ❫ ↳ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Eddie was sitting alone in the rain when a tall figure appeared in front of him " What do yo- " before he could finish he felt a pair of soft lips press against his own. He melted into the kiss not knowing why he was mad a Richie in the first place. He only wanted Richie to hold him in the cold rain and never let go. He didn't care that it was raining all he could think about was Richie. ( @ 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 ) ( 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 07.13.19 ) ( 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 )

[DISCONTUNUED] Eddie peers at Richie through his raven black eyelashes. His bambi brown orbs twinkling in the moonlight which dances on his polka dotted cheekbones as he utters the words Richie Tozier has been deprived of his entire life. "I love you." ©ephemeralreddie

"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.

miles fairchild imagines ! miles fairchild x fem!reader warnings: -strong language #1 in miles 9/24/20! 100k reads 7/19/22!!! started: 12/?/19 completed: 9/30/20

"You're poetry, Richie Tozier."

" '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙠𝙚 " + 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙙𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙

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

richie worked his ass off at the pharmacy. nothing ever happened, until a boy came barreling into richies life, asthma and all. he happened to faint in isle 5 as richie was closing for the day. 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. tw/ slurs, homophobia