"𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕠" "𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕠" Tw: Suicide, depression, anxiety, smut, assaults and etc. Hope you enjoy

"you don't.. you don't have to do that. you're more than what your family thinks of you." "that's the problem," richie laughed. he looked at the small boy next to him, "they don't think of me." -- modern day reddie

"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.

In which two of seven were dating, two of seven were pining after another, two of seven were friends with benefits, one of seven was mildly confused.

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.

instagram ! reddie au richie and eddie are best friends who happen to be instagram famous, then people start to ship them together - discontinued

" 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙣 ( 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 ) " + 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙐𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝘿𝙤𝙬𝙣.

" 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞'𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 " + 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚'𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨. 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙛𝙞𝙭𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. "𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙀𝙙𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚," 𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚'𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠, 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣. "𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪," 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙞

"Is it gone?" Beverly whispered after what seemed like years. "No." Bill answered, almost calmly--so much so Eddie wouldn't have even been alarmed if it hadn't been for the blood rolling out of his nose. The contrast was jarring against the white of his skin--when had he gone that pale? They killed the damn clown; it should have been over. Its death left a vacuum--drawing them out, calling for them. It's not over. Not yet. Or The one where the Losers have superpowers.

if you're not until some fucked up relationships or get triggered easily then this book is a no for you. i will give warning at the top of each chapter that could be triggering. //set in modern time //wouldn't recommend reading this if u don't wanna read a toxic reddie book. tw- this does talk abt touchy subjects such as smut, slurs, drugs, and even sum abusive relationship problems, all containing teenagers in high school