#reddie imagine

[panties-on-boys]

oh look it’s eddie’s blood circling richie’s ring finger like a wedding band

[clownmovieyaoi]

a little doodle i did based on @beartigerry's fic !!!! go read that shit NAOWWE it is PEAK!!!!!!! richie and his mashed poteddie...

[seecarrun]

He admits to being in love with Eddie during an interview with Out Magazine.

He doesn’t say so by name, exactly, but it’s obvious, and if Eddie reads the interview he doesn’t bring it up, which Richie is super grateful for, as the rest of his shitty friends have no problem talking to him about it and frankly, it gets old.

But Eddie plays it cool.

Until he doesn’t.

They’re on the phone, Richie has him on speaker while he’s browning ground beef for tacos and telling him about the big wig party he went to at Bill’s over the weekend.

“Yeah, this director said I might be perfect for this part in some slasher movie he has coming up. I might do it? I can’t act for shit, but I think I’ll get killed pretty early on in the film so—”

“So are you hanging out with Bill a lot?” Eddie interrupts, and Richie blinks down at the phone quickly in surprise.

“Uh yeah? I guess? When he’s actually in town. You know how hard it is to keep that asshole in one place.”

Eddie hums. “And it’s not…awkward?”

“Why the fuck would it be awkward?”

“The interview,” he says, slow, syllable by syllable, like Richie is an idiot.

He rolls his eyes. Guess they’re finally talking about it. Goodie. “Why would I care what Bill thought of my interview?” he asks.

Eddie is quiet for a moment too long before scoffing out an annoyed “Because you’re in love with him?”

Richie tries not to laugh, he really does, but he definitely snorts, like, loudly. “Bill?”

“Yes.”

Richie bites back another snort. “Biiill?”

“Yes Bill!” Eddie snaps back stubbornly. “You said you’re in love with your best friend who is short and handsome and brave and a little dumb. That is literally Bill.”

“Dude,” Richie laughs, “I also said anxious and angry and the only person I know who might be funnier than I am, which is very much not Bill. Or did you just ignore that part?”

Eddie is quiet again before finally clearing his throat. “I didn’t read that far,” he admits.

“It was literally in the same paragraph, you dingus.”

“Hey, fuck you! I thought the guy I love was in love with someone else, okay? I was distraught! Why would I keep reading that shit?”

Richie opens his mouth, about to tease that maybe he should have said he was ‘really dumb’ instead of just ‘a little dumb’, when Eddie’s words finally register.

“Wait, Eds… You’re in love with me?”

The line is quiet, until Eddie squeaks out a little “Fuck.”

[beepiesheepie]

i wanna do doodles with this but Bidwell being from Boston and Reddy being from New York City. Hale cannot tell the difference between their accents (especially since Bidwell really suppresses it) but Bidwell and Reddy can because Bostonites and New Yorkers are enemies until the end of time (Bidwell and Reddy are friends and business partners though)

[louis-xiv-was-gay]

Imagine your OTP:

“Ow! Is it bleeding?”

“Yeah…do you want a magic kiss?”

“Yes please…”

*Kiss*

“Wrong spot, idiot.”

[sm0kingcrack]

decided to make a messy little comic from the headcanon from this post because even though i did that whole pretty picture, the idea was still stuck in my head

[gas-station-trackphone]

Eddie pulls a Cady Heron in high school and pretends to be bad at math so Richie will tutor him, but Richie is also bad at math so he gets Ben to tutor him to he can tutor Eddie

[liv45no]

*on a nature hike*

Mike: it’s beautiful out here

Bill: and quiet

Eddie: too quiet

Beverly: did we lose someone?

*cut to Richie trying to befriend a bear*

[doggyfood]

Me bc my (online) friends are the best and I would be shot in the heart 10000 times over for all of them

I won't tag but some of y'all are keeping me alive rn..

[sunshinereddie]

im thinking again about one of my favourite reddie aus that ive ever made and its the one where richie livestreams himself working or studying an eddie watches them to also study along and then he and richie slowly become friends through richie's livestreams. god i love that hc so much i need to go find it

[finks-spaghetti]

Imagine

Richie lifts up his phone to let Spotify play out--outside of Eddie's bedroom window to give Eddie one of those famous rom com consepts and of course "Richie Tozier being one of those cheap skates" an advert plays through before playing the song.

Richie: hang on--it's like 20 minutes left.

Eddie: * leaning out of the window, giving him a deadpan expression--falling Inlove with the idiot all over again.*

[rederick-ignis]

These came to me in a vision

[seecarrun]

“Richie Tozier, what in the hell is wrong with you?!”

Richie blinked down at his phone and put it back next to him on the counter on speakerphone so he could keep making his sandwich. “You gotta be more specific, Red,” he told Bev matter-of-factly.

“Eddie Kaspbrak, the literal love of your life, calls you to ask you on a date, and you turn him down?!” Bev’s voice shrieked from his phone. “I know you’re like, the king of self-sabotage, but this is ridiculous.”

Richie gave his phone a Look at that, putting down the jar of mayonnaise and picking the phone back up. Apparently this was not going to be a speaker phone kind of conversation. “Dude, what are you talking about? Eddie never asked me on a date.”

The silence on Bev’s end was deafening. “He didn’t?” she asked finally, her words dripping with malice.

“Trust me,” Richie snorted, “I would remember something like that.”

“That lying little—Did he call you at least?”

Richie thought back to the last day and a half. “Yeah, yesterday eveningish? On his way home from work. Said he got tickets to some show or something. Sounded boring as fuck.”

Bev let out a loud groan at that. “That was him asking you on a date!” she cried.

“Bullshit,” Richie countered. “He didn’t ask me shit.”

“It was implied, Richard!” she snapped, and with a grumble, mumbled under her breath, “Have to do everything around here. Jesus Christ.”

Richie bit back a snort and opened his mouth to retort, when Bev interrupted him.

“Richie, would you like to accompany Eddie on a date to some boring-ass show he has tickets to?”

“Uh, yes?” he answered, bemused.

“Good. I’ll let him know. He’ll text you with more information. Now I have to call him. Ugh. Bye.”

“Bye?” he asked, somewhere between greatly amused and straight up flabbergasted.

Bev sighed heavily once more, and then, with what was actually some loving-ass sincerity, tacked on one last heartfelt,

“Congrats. You big idiot.”

[toyboy-molloy]

richie on stage: my husband said to me ‘when someone graffitis the word ‘slut’ on your car you’re not supposed to drive around in it like you’re proud’

[louis-xiv-was-gay]

Imagine your OTP:

They’re on a pirate ship. They’ve been captured by the British. They only have a few days left before their executions. Will they finally act on the feelings they’ve been holding back for so long, immortalizing their love in legend? Or will they repress until the end, fading out into oblivion?

[reddieswift]

NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU DON'T. YOU DON'T.

NOT FORMING WORDS NOT FORMING ANY WORDS AT ALL

I, USER REDDIESWIFT, AM JUST STRUGGLING TO COMPREHEND THIS CHOICE OF WORDS, THIS CHOICE OF YEAR, IN THIS TAYLOR SWIFT SONG, GOODBYE, I'M NEVER BREATHING AGAIN,

THE DATE ON THE BACK SAID 1958. I'D DIE FOR YOU IN THE SAME WAY. GOODBYEEEEEEE