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 🙃

I do not take requests anymore because this book is finished. :) (I wrote most of these when I was like 12 so don't mind the absolute cringe) Disclaimer: if the chapter says it's been edited that means I recently re-wrote it. Which just means the writing will be better than the un-edited chapters. Bye!

Richie Tozier has his whole life figured out. He has his gang, known as the losers club, he is the quarterback on the high schools football team and practically every girl in the school wants him. Richie had no troubles...until the new boy joined.

❝Derry's gonna have to deal with us, Eddie. If they can't handle us being together, then that's on them.❞ ♚ In which Eddie and Richie haven't talked for awhile, but fall in love again. And now they have to hide it from the homophobic world.

I DO NOT OWN IT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, THE ART IS NOT MINE. TRIGGER WARNINGS: ABUSE, CUTTING, ALCHOL ABUSE *UNDER GOING VERY HEAVY EDITING*

"If Eddie had a choice he would've never left Derry. He would've never left Richie."

"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.

its richie tozier lowercase letters intended. mature content! all characters aged up. all credits to IT i guess.

" 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 " + 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙮 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚.