❝ rich i love you but its twelve in the fucking morning ❞ highest ranking: #175 in [hot] humour. reddie texting oneshots. © -evenings START | 01.14.18 FINISH | 02.19.18

Mental institution breakouts, breakdowns, murders, and more. The Losers are a dysfunctional group of misfit teens on the run. And they won't stop for anyone or anything. Get ready to float. Literally. This is a gang of evil super humans. STENBROUGH!!! also Reddie. the whole gang. #1 in Stenbrough!

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. _______ Disclaimer : All credits of writing this go to Littleluxray, the original one can be found on archive of our own! Credits to art/book cover also goes to Rheatan which can be found on Deviantart As said I do not own this story, I just wanted to share it :>

Time is running out. Daichi goes on a road trip with his Sugawara, occasionally checking on what time it is on his wristwatch. - a (fairly) short daisuga fanfic. please be gentle, this is my first creation. © sugawaranderland 2021

"There's not much of a reason for me to stay here. Besides the fact that you're here, Eds."

two girls, chillin' in a hot tub, no feet apart cause they're gay as fuck. #PRIDEMONTH © 2018, AUTHORIS Highest Ranking so far: #1 in PenYourPride

❝ WE'RE NOT JUST FRIENDS. WE WERE NEVER JUST FRIENDS, AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT. ❞ STARTED MARCH 10TH, 2019 FINISHED MAY 12TH, 2020. © 2019 softiestbzy ᵎ!ᵎ NOTE: THIS STORY IS AN OLD WORK OF FICTION WRITTEN DURING MY TEEN YEARS. I NO LONGER CONDONE SHIPPING REAL LIFE PEOPLE AND I NO LONGER SUPPORT THE PEOPLE WRITTEN ABOUT IN THIS STORY. PLEASE READ WITH UNDERSTANDING.

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)

"BUT WHAT'S THE GOOD IN GOODBYE ANYWAY?" ××××× In which a heartbroken Richie Tozier receives letters from his missing best friend. ××××× ALOSERSWORLD RICHIE X EDDIE GONE BOY STARTED| 10/24/17 ENDED| 2/5/19

"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.