This is Mixtape by @hauntcore on instagram or @tatelandgon on wattpad. I don't own or claim this story or any of the characters in it. Yes this is the story we've all been mourning over since they took it off of here. Enjoy 🙃

Mature Audience Only!!! Characters from It by Stephen King Characters are Aged Up Some Chapters May Include: - Alcohol Use - Drug Use - Abuse - Self Harm - Depression Don't Report!! Just ignore

richie texts eddie as a 'prank' and eddie begins to question what exactly he feels for his best friend...

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)

"𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥." 16 in #reddie // heart·less /ˈhärtləs/ adjective displaying a complete lack of feeling or consideration. "heartless thieves stole the stroller of a two-year-old boy" synonyms: unfeeling, unsympathetic, unkind, uncaring, unloving, unmoved, unconcerned, insensitive, inconsiderate, hard-hearted, stony-hearted, cold-hearted, cold-blooded, with a heart of stone, lacking compassion, mean-spirited, without sentiment, hard as nails

Teen Losers= ptsd + anxiety + homosexuals + romance + some cute ass outfits No one dies (okay, except Georgie) Fluff, no smut will be written only implied. Going to be written similar to my other Reddie book, but happier maybe (I'm an emo bitch so idk) (Also it took me like five minutes to come up with this dumbass title)

❝ you're new to this, aren't you?❞ ❝ ...yeah.❞ where eddie's a ghost and sucks at his job

"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.

"Emily, I like you for your brain not your genitals." Emily's throat went dry, her brain shutting down. She waited a moment to see if he'd burst into laughter. Was this a joke? If the world wasn't spinning before it certainly was now. "Eddie, call me Eddie ~~~~ Emily is coming to terms with the fact that she's not Emily- she never was. She's always been Eddie and in a world of confusion, disbelief and out right hatred HE and the boy who would love him even if identified as a tree must find a way to overcome the obstacle handed to him at birth.

on his way to the quarry one day, eddie kaspbrak notices a new carving on the kissing bridge: R+E.