The world can deal with us, Eddie. I will always love you.

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.

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.

"hen, just st-" "shut up eddie," ©️ @reddje

"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.

no plot, just fluff(and maybe some angst idk) mostly reddie posts but sometimes the others posts too I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS OR THE PICTURES!!! I FIND ALL PICTURES ON WE HEART IT OR PINTEREST. CRED TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS

or when eddie meant to text his mom to get a refill of pills but he gets the wrong number -modern day au