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

" I've never fell in love , I've saved those feelings for you . " ▼in which eddie kaspbrak and richie tozier follow each other on instagram .

:) requests are y/n

"What if her dad comes back? "Do what you always do, start talking!" "It's a gift!" This book includes; - Preferences. -oneshots -gif imaginations. -Texts. (Ik, but I thought it was funny xd)

started; 27.02.18

It's lonely inside this mansion

"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.

"Richie, I-" Beverly's voice broke. "It's been years since Eddie has left us, all right? We're already 18! You've got to move on. He's gone - and as far as I know, he won't come back." Richie huffed. "You make it sound like he's dead." "You make it seem like he's dead." Salty tears streamed down the girl's face. "You smoke too much, you grieve nonstop, you d-" "I know! Do you think I don't realize that?! I know I smoke too much and all that shit. I know damn well that he's not going to come back." / Years have already passed since Eddie moved out of Derry. The Losers are having a hard time. Will the two lovers meet again? - Sequel for "Hurt | Reddie"

A creek fan fic

I want to love him but I can't even touch him.....why does everything I touch die?