The year is nineteen ninety three. Eddie is popular, kind, loved, and very pretty. Richie is nerdy, loud, funny, and very awkward. But these boys do have one thing in common. Skateboarding. Well, maybe two things in common. In which Richie has been smitten since freshmen year, but Eddie's never glanced his way. Highest Rank: #16 in Reddie #6 in IT #1 in richiexeddie (Includes homophobic slurs, alcohol, drug use, thoughts of suicide, self harm, anorexia, mental illness, abuse)

"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 tozier. apart of henry bowers group of tormentors. eddie kaspbrak. apart of the infamous losers club. two opposites of the same town, same school, and two different beating hearts. but you know what they say, opposites attract. right? (some mature content. if you don't like it, don't read it.) for author: highest ranking reddie: # 16 it2017: # 2 eddie: # 21

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝟑𝟎𝟕. 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭. * 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

NINE CHANCES | REDDIE x x x x x In which Richie has nine chances to save Eddie's life. x x x x x ©VashWritingPro Started | 07|29|2018 Ended | 11|17|2019

In which Richie Tozier dreams about a boy named Eddie every night, though they've never met. What will happen when they do? ⚠️warnings at the beginning of each chapter⚠️

𝒐𝒐𝒐. ❪ ‧⁺◟ 𝓜𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚈┋𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌. ❫ ⤷ ✧.ﾟ٩(˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) ♥︎ 水星. ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡ ❝ 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝗈𝖿. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝗐𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾. ❞ ══ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ══ ▅ ▅ ▅ / 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 . . . 𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. ༉‧₊˚ ⁀➷ ✧₊˚.༄𖤐₊˚. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖤𝖣. ✓ | 𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖮𝖨𝖭𝖦. 𝗜𝗧 '𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟳 ━━ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴. ♡ 𝓡. 𝚃𝙾𝚉𝙸𝙴𝚁 + 𝓔. 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙿𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙺. ♡ © 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 / 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴. 𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙞𝙖𝙘

" 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 " + "𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄 𝙤𝙬𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?" 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨. 𝘼𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙨. 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣. "𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙨."

This is a reddie fan comic by slashapalooza on tumblr, all of the pictures are free from her tumblr, I just put them here so you guys can easier source them All of the credit goes to them This is NOT my work , you can find the artist on tumblr Tumblr: @reddie-fancomic-by-slashapalooza

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