' i can't say anything to your 𝒻 𝒶 𝒸 𝑒 cause look at your 𝒻 𝒶 𝒸 𝑒' __ in which someone who reads books for a living meets someone who pretends to be someone else for a living or in which an internet personality falls in love with an academy award nominee [ s o c i a l m e d i a x r e a l l i f e ]

"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.

Max is stuck in a cycle, and the only one who can bring her out of it is well, Mike fucking Wheeler. --- COMPLETED ... still can't believe you guys are reading this, thanks for the undying support

"It takes a whole lot of lying to convince myself I'm not in love with you."

" Maybe that one stupid party could change both their lives at once. But he didn't mind. And neither did she. "

- in which a romantic story is told between the walls of a mental hospital. 『 " finn was proof to her that the world wasn't out to get her. there was good in the world, happiness. she happen to find her happiness in a very unexpected place. a mental hospital. " 』 ( lowercase intended )

𝟶𝟷𝟷 - 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ~ 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟶𝟾 - 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍 ~ 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟷𝟼 - 𝚈/𝚗 ~ "𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎?"

This is a story about a girl named Y/N, Who is Subject number 013. She was taken away from her family, To now be Experimented. She escaped, And found a group of girls. Who also found someone that had the same past as Y/N! 011. She now became Dustin's new sibling, And now has to find her sister 011. And to also stop all the bad things from the upside down, That 011 accidentally caused. 011 And 013 May have a perfect life? Who know! Probably a mysterious life, Or probably just a regular old life like every normal child would have.

Y/N L/N is a prisoner that made a deal to go back to 1983 to save Will Byers and prevent demogorgon hybrids. What will happen in your adventure to the past? I don't own any of the stranger things characters, I only own the reader insert.

{FANFICTION} "We'll find her... I hope" In which a girl named Maxine Mayfield goes missing. Her friends set out to find her and hope for the best. With their history of missing persons in a little town called Hawkins, where she is can't be goof.