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Inspired by my past prompt, Richie has a persistent girl trying to get in his pants so Richie shouts out "I'm gay. I'm very very gay," and the girl doesn't believe him so he grab the next boy (Eddie) and quickly whispers, "just go with it okay," before he plants a big kiss on him and the girl walks away, defeated, and Richie actually really likes the kiss and says "well okay maybe I am gay 'cuz wow."

Imagine Reddie meeting through a rideshare (strangers sharing a ride like an uber of sorts)

(1) Eddie might just be going crazy-- he thinks it's entirely possible, maybe even likely. After all, his mother was crazy. He might just be going crazy, because it seems to him like Trashmouth Tozier's instagram account has gotten... sexier, of late. Like, joke sexy, rather than sexy in earnest, and it's just Eddie's poor luck that he actually finds Tozier... attractive. Shit.

(2) He finds him attractive. He's married, he has a wife, he's-- he spends a lot of time telling himself he's straight, but... he feels something looking at pictures of some unfunny comedian that he doesn't feel any of the times he's supposed to feel something. Well... no, it's not that he's unfunny. His jokes are unfunny. His instagram is... he actually seems like he is funny. But the joke 'sexy' photos...

(3) He makes these ridiculous faces, like no one could actually find him sexy, like it's all a big gag, and then he lifts his shirt in the mirror or he poses on his bed, or some other thing that's a clear parody of people who actually take sexy photos, but the thing is, he's... well, Eddie can't tell exactly how tall he is, but he's tall, and his hands are enormous, and he has nice biceps, not like... built, but nice. Like, arms Eddie can easily imagine holding him. Tight.

(4) And that's not crazy, noticing that. It's some new goofy thing he's doing and he's clueless about how hot he really is and that's honestly kind of cute, it's just... it only started happening after he'd commented on a very unsexy picture (only it wasn't unsexy, he'd kept thinking about those enormous hands, on him, he was thinking about those hands when Myra had-- during the span of time he usually tried to think of nothing at all), and he hadn't realized...

(5) Well, he hadn't realized Tozier would reply, or that he'd start following Eddie of all people, though that might have been a random follow-back deal, he doesn't know, he doesn't know anything anymore because Tozier had made a joke about Eddie talking dirty to him (literal dirt, he was talking about literal dirt) and now every other picture is weirdly actually sexy and if Eddie wasn't going crazy before, he might just start.

(6) He resolves not to overthink the coincidence, and then Richie Tozier posts a professionally taken picture, and his jeans are tight and his legs are spread and he had clearly been ordered not to make a funny face and you can see him struggling not to, out of sheer reflex, and Eddie can imagine him being self-conscious with something earnest, and he looks really good and Eddie is officially overthinking it. He hates himself a little. He needs a divorce.

(7/7) And then, the phone call comes, and Eddie is sitting in an airport looking at his phone and that's Richie, that's his Richie, and it all rushes back to him... and he really needs that divorce, he really does. It's going to be a while before he expects either of them will check social media, but he leaves a comment on Richie's airport selfie. If something goes wrong, with this reunion, at least... at least he's said he remembers him, and... maybe it's enough somehow.

(1) A week. He spends a fucking week in the deadlights, a week in a world that has the fucking balls to keep on turning without Eddie in it, a week after he watches him die, a week tasting Eddie's blood no matter how many times he rinses his mouth, brushes his teeth, slugs back hard liquor. He spends a week in the deadlights living with Eddie dying in his arms. He doesn't say the words but everyone knows. He recarves their initials on the bridge, and while he's doing it, he hears Eddie calling.

(2) He should probably be more disturbed than he is, hearing Eddie calling for him when Eddie died in his arms a week ago, but after everything else, all he can think is that it's fucking Derry. He hasn't been able to leave and maybe it's because he knew Eddie's ghost would come back for him, if he didn't stray too far. He hears Eddie call his name and he calls back, promises he's coming, he'll find a way to him, and that should also be disturbing, but it isn't. And suddenly, suddenly...

(3) Suddenly he's flat on his back beneath the house on Neibolt and Eddie is over him, alive and filled with worry-joy-relief, and he's seen how this story ends. He's seen too much of what comes after the end. He rolls them to the side and the claw rips through him instead, but not the way it had ripped through Eddie. It gouges into him, and it destroys everything he's wearing above the waist, but it doesn't punch through him, it's more a deep graze than anything.

(4) "Pathetic fucking clown!" He screams-- well, there's an inarticulate scream first, and then a loud 'motherfuck--', and Eddie is dragging him to safety, but then he screams something useful. Eddie is whipping off his sweater and trying to staunch Richie's bleeding, but he catches on fast, he knows. He's hurt It before. And Mike is able to rally the others with what they have to do. It goes a lot smoother than it did in the deadlights, he thinks, watching Eddie tear into It.

(5) Mike and Ben manage to carry him out, Eddie running alongside them fussing over him the whole way. This time, when they carry him out, he isn't fighting them, so it figures they'd do that smoother, too. And then he's in a hospital room, he's in a hospital room where he's been stripped and scrubbed and stitched and now he's carefully positioned on a row of pillows in his bed, so that he's not lying on the healing wound that wraps around his back and side, and Eddie is in the room.

(6) "I called Myra, you know. While you were in surgery." Eddie is saying, already in the middle of whatever running monologue he's kept up while Richie was unconscious. He's behind him, hand gentle in Richie's hair. Even if he wasn't talking, Richie thinks he'd know him. "I asked for a divorce. I can't live a lie like that anymore now that I remember... now that we've done what we've done. Even if you couldn't-- even if I'd be alone I had to leave. But Rich, you've gotta know, I've always..."

(7) "You won't be alone." Richie says, hoarse. He can't really reach for him or turn to him, but it doesn't matter-- soon Eddie is on the other side of the bed, facing him, leaning down to meet his eyes and touching his face like he's a miracle, even though Eddie's the miracle, Eddie died in his arms in the deadlights and now he's here before him and on the verge of saying everything Richie's ever wanted to hear. "Come out to LA with me. You won't ever-- you won't be alone, Eds. Promise."

(I didn't receive (8) but I'm hoping it was a miscount otherwise I'm SO SORRY)

(9) "I love you." Richie nods, reaching for Eddie in return as relief floods him, a happiness he never thought he'd know. His hand is shaking so bad he can see it shaking, and he doesn't have his glasses, and it's not that he lacks the strength to lift it, but the enormity of the moment... It wasn't so long ago that he thought he'd never be happy again, that he thought he'd lost any hope of this. He hadn't had hope, or needed it, but he'd had knowing Eddie was alive and then he lost that...

(10/10) When his hand meets Eddie's cheek, Eddie's free hand is there to hold it in place, over the fresh bandage. Eddie winces a little before they adjust the way they touch, mouths the word 'stitches' and then kisses the heel of Richie's hand. He's still shaky, maybe he'll never stop shaking, but Eddie leans in close enough that even without his glasses, Richie can see him clear enough. For now, that's all he needs.

Everytime someone writes "what the fuck, Richard" in a reddie fic, please tell me you're thinking of the vine. I love you

When you want to google reddit but your fingers instantly go to reddie on their own. It's just so natural

What if there's a fic where Richie is famous and Eddie, for the life of him doesn't know WHY maybe because he's kind of hot... follows him on IG.

Richie posts a story where he's at somewhere gross or touching something and Eddie couldn't stop himself leaving a comment, something like "That's so unsanitary, do you know you could get a disease from that, asshole?" and didn't realise the comment gets sent as a DM until he gets a response back something like "damn talk dirty to me more hotstuff," and now Richie won't leave him alone

MY HEARTTTT

reddie school dance au

What if Eddie got drunk for the first time with the gang and he's actually an affectionate drunk and Richie doesn't know what to do because usually Eddie is mean but now he can't even pry Eddie off of him but it wasn't like he wanted to anyway

Anyone want to read a reddie where Eddie's a teacher and Richie has a wingman kid, please read this! (AP)Parent Trap It's so cuuute. I have so many meat cute fics to read

*the losers get superpowers*

Bev: What's your power, Eddie?

Eddie: I'm not sure. Maybe I didn't get one?

Richie: You're already a mess anyway. Who needs a superpower on top of that?

Richie's thoughts: iloveyoueddieiloveyoueddieiloveyou

Eddie: .. OH.

Richie: What? What is it?

Imagine Eddie wanting to escape his mother and hiding the fact that he's royalty by stowing away on some pirate ship as his last option, only to be found out by said pirates and they're all surprisingly friendly and one in particular is already very attached to him

EDITTTTT

Fic request for the Losers in a office!universe where Richie keeps flirting with the new guy, Eddie.

I'm sorry but this sounds like it was straight out of a fic and you're telling me it's in the book?! Maybe I should read it again after so many years

Stan would be that guy who'd steal Eddie's first kiss just so Richie would finally react and do something.

The idea of Richie sneaking into Eddie's room is cute but also the idea of Richie having to hide somewhere IN THE ROOM if Sonia comes in gives me feels because I can imagine

Sonia: What was that sound, Eddie-bear? Why are your lips so red?

I can't believe this fic made me feel SO MANY THINGS AND ITS NOT EVEN FINISHED YET.

Please read for better, for worse!! THE LATEST CHAPTER IS EVERYTHING

Since chapter two, I always had this thought that if Richie did tell Eddie and if Eddie reciprocated it, I can imagine Richie wanting to then reach out and touch Eddie to be close and his hands would be fucking trembling

Okay but imagine adult!reddie babysitting one of their friend's kid and they take them to a carnival or whatever and Eddie sees how great Richie would be as a dad and maybe he doesn't need to worry so much if they were to adopt their own...

THIS IS SO SWEEEET

Imagine Reddie finally getting together, only Eddie's worried about their first date because this'd be the same Richie who laughed so hard milk came out of his nose at lunch, and he'll be picking him up tonight and would this even be romantic or will it just feel like no spark??

Cut to Richie pulling all the stops by dressing really nice, being very gentlemanly and thoughtful... I don't care which reddie age you go because this could be incredibly sweet but also Bill Hader would also be endearing, I CANT DECIDE

All my fem writers, I neeeeeed a cute fem!reddie where they get closer, Richie climbs up to Eddie's window, all the classic sweetness and you can bet Mrs K doesn't like the way that Richie girl looks at her sweet Eddie

Imagine Reddie finally getting together, only Eddie's worried about their first date because this'd be the same Richie who laughed so hard milk came out of his nose at lunch, and he'll be picking him up tonight and would this even be romantic or will it just feel like no spark??

Cut to Richie pulling all the stops by dressing really nice, being very gentlemanly and thoughtful... I don't care which reddie age you go because this could be incredibly sweet but also Bill Hader would also be endearing, I CANT DECIDE

(1) "Wait, never?" Richie's eyes just about bug out of his skull, and Eddie feels his stomach churn. He regrets EVERYTHING. He's not even drunk! The others are at least tipsy, he's pretty sure, except maybe Mike. Their first real big weekend home from their respective colleges, the only thing Eddie had felt he needed to be drunk on was getting to see everyone's faces again, getting to be near them all. At least he and Richie are together, but they've both missed the other Losers.

(2) At least, Eddie had been missing them all, up until someone brought up sex, and Richie had been drunk enough that he’d blurted out he really was a virgin, after posturing since twelve or thirteen about his ‘expertise’, but then he’d mentioned making out with a girl in his drama class and the conversation had softened a little from that panic-inducing place, to dating and kissing, and Eddie had gone and admitted, stone cold sober, that he’d never done even that.

(3) “It’s not a big deal.” He huffs, except by now they’ve all had experience kissing, and it feels like maybe it is, and Bev and Stan both look contrite and Bill and Mike and Ben are all trying to be encouraging, nodding and talking over each other to say the right one is just around the corner and he shouldn’t rush himself just to tick kissing off a checklist, he should wait until he meets a girl he really wants to kiss, and he doesn’t know how to say that’s the problem, even to himself.

(4) “Fuck that, I’ll kiss you right now!” Richie says, pushing his way into the spot next to Eddie, worming between him and Bill, his hand warm on Eddie’s cheek, tempting. He could chalk it up to Richie being stupid, he could laugh it off after, just Richie making a joke. He could let him, and then he’d know what it was like… and then the scent of alcohol wafts into his face and he pulls back. Drunk. Richie is drunk and Eddie is sober, and Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing, but does Richie?

(5) “Gross, no.” He pushes him gently away. “You’re going to burp into my mouth– if you don’t vomit up booze all over me, you animal. No– Bill and the guys are right, someone… someone will want to kiss me. That’s when I’ll know it’s the right time, when– when someone wants to do it. When someone– Ugh, I’m cutting you off, you’re a mess. No more drinks for Richie, sober you would be appalled at your behavior.”

(6) The others laugh it off– Bill is quick to agree that Richie must be ready to call it a night and to take his glass away, and to leave him in Eddie’s keeping, and the conversation turns to easier subjects, to things that don’t leave Eddie nauseated, that don’t make his heart pound and his palms sweat. He doesn’t want to kiss a girl, especially not sober, maybe he’s better off not kissing anyone after all. He weakly cites germs before talk turns to classes, and the others accept it.

(7) In the morning, Eddie goes to make breakfast in Mike’s kitchen, since they’d all crashed in his little apartment, and he expects to have the morning to himself, given he’s the only one who hadn’t gotten drunk over the course of the night. They might not all have killer hangovers, but he suspects even Mike will appreciate a little quiet time to sleep in, and maybe an aspirin. He’s surprised when it’s Richie of all people who pads quietly into the room to pour himself some orange juice.

(8) “Hey, are you making pancakes? Make me some and I’ll do eggs.” He bargains, starting the coffee pot up. His hair is wild and his glasses slip down his nose and his pajama bottoms hang low on his hips. When he stretches, Eddie can see the dark line of hair leading down from his navel and he tells himself it’s wrong, the way he looks, but he looks. Eventually, he notices Eddie staring– mercifully not at that part of him. “Hey, flip that before it burns. What?”

(9) 'Oh, nothing’, Eddie thinks, feeling slightly hysterical. 'I’m just noticing your body and your skin and your hair and all the ways I want to touch you, because I’m sick and I’m dirty and you’re perfect and I wanted to take advantage of you last night, did you know that?’– but he can’t say that. He clears his throat, for all the good it does him. “I’m just surprised you don’t have a fucking killer hangover, dude, but okay, if you make me some, I’ll make you some. Put cheese in mine.”

(10) “I know how to make scrambled eggs.” Richie scoffs. And then his cheeks go pink and his expression softens. “I wasn’t really that drunk. Last night. I was just nursing one real drink, mostly. I– I– There’s just so much shit you can’t say sober, not even to your closest friends, and… I don’t know. I thought maybe if I was just a little– I could be a little buzzed and fake it, and everyone would forget anyway. But I was still– I still couldn’t– tell you the thing I never told you.”

(11) “You said you would kiss me.” Eddie has to take his pan off the burner, because he is not going to be able to pay attention to pancakes. His heart is in his throat and he loathes himself so completely, but he loves Richie more. He wants Richie more. He feels sick with himself, but not at the thought of germs. “Richie, you said– And you weren’t?– Richie, did you want to kiss me?”

(12) “Only if you want.” Richie shrugs, but Eddie can see it in the way Richie looks him up and down, hungry. But… hungry in a nice way, in a way he likes. A way that makes his own hunger feel safe. “The– the girl, from drama– it wasn’t– I didn’t– She wasn’t you. Nobody’s you, and I– It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’d just– If you did, I would. If you wanted anything in the world, I would. Since we were kids, if you wanted anything in the world, I would.”

(13) “I want you.” Eddie says, and then Richie is kissing him, sweetly and slowly, his hands cupping Eddie’s face. He has such big hands, he’s so big and he makes Eddie feel so safe. The kiss is unhurried, undemanding, and there are a lot of things Eddie might want that he isn’t ready for, but Richie doesn’t push any of those. He only kisses him until he’s dizzy with it, and then he pulls away with a soft sound, with a warm sigh.

(14/14) “Then I’m yours.” He says, before breaking away. He gives Eddie a smile, one of those secret smiles he never seems to give anybody else, and then he turns to the eggs and the shredded cheese and the butter in his own pan. The world keeps on turning– he’d kissed a boy and the world keeps turning! “You can have another one of those any time. Two eggs?”

Imagine a no penny and the gang reunite anyway at the restaurant and Eddie isn't married and Reddie still bicker flirt and Stan announces loudly "I can't believe you two haven't gotten together yet. You're both so dumb"

archiveofourown. org / works / 21272672 (for Eddie calling Richie 'daddy')

ITS HERE !!! Waaaahhh! Go read!!

Definitely need a reddie fic where Richie gets his wish granted where Eddie calls him daddy

I've read so many reddie fics that I can't help saying "cute cute cute" outloud and I blame you all!

I want to picture a young Bill Hader and James Ransone so I neeed a college!reddie where the gang are still as close as ever and because Eddie had always been concerned about diseases, he never got to experience kissing and somehow it slipped that he's never had a good kiss and Richie eagerly volunteers to give him the best and they both decide to just continue forever~

I literally have 23 tabs of fics to read but I sincerely hope there's some reddie fics of vampire!Eddie and werewolf!Richie waiting for me~

SHERLOCK AU fic tho?!