#reddie prompts

[areyoureddieforittaylorsversion]

Send me a number for these reddie prompts!! I made this myself so ik it seems weird but I won't write it if you guys don't tell me to.

First kiss post-chapter two (it makes me warm inside)

Wedding (Stan is Richie's best man and Bill is Eddie's I said what I said)

Adopting a cat

Adopting a kid

Honeymoon

Artist Richie x writer Eddie

Eddie coming out to Richie

COVID quarantine

Double date with Stan and Bill

Christmas

[nic-coughlan]

a meet cute idea

[mastercherry]

Sooo.... just had the idea for a bookclub, but instead of books we read fanfics and we talk about it when we're done.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Writing prompt: When Eddie mishears Robin when she tells him that Steve is partially deaf. Eddie thinks she said that Steve is dead, what's Robin to do but to fuck with Eddie and tell him that her best friend is a ghost who doesn't know he's dead. Now, she gets to watch as Eddie tries to work up the courage to tell Steve he's a dead man.

Edit: Steve yells at Robin: "QUIT TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD."

[lab-of-trash-prompts]

A offers B a hip massage after taking it up the ass for the first time and it just leads to more sex.

Or it maybe it doesn't. Maybe it just leads to some nice cuddles and emotional intimacy. That's super cool too. If not much cooler.

[lab-trash]

That classic "person saves their crush's life, crush is 'in love' with person now, but it's really just feeling overly thankful for their act," thing from iCarly and Head of the Class, but make it not that.

Person is convinced that the only reason their crush could actually love them is because of what they did, and so they confront their crush, telling them their worries on it.

Their crush immediately gets upset. They talk about how they were always in love with person, but it took almost dying to actually do anything about it because they were so scared of the many ways it could fail. They didn't want to possibly die without exploring the possibility of their relationship.

[glorious-spoon]

Not sure if you still post for the IT fandom but 18+reddie pretty please

Thank you! Number 18 was Ghost Towns by Radical Face, so here's a bit of established-relationship Reddie returning to Derry.

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no past or future here

~800 words

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Just past the Derry town line, Richie swerves the car to the right so suddenly that Eddie thinks an animal must have run out in the road. Then he brakes jerkily and guides it onto the shoulder, gravel crunching beneath the wheels. The close-growing goldenrod brushes against the passenger door as he throws it into park with a lurch.

Eddie lifts his head, blinking heavily. Usually, he drives—Richie likes to tease him for being a control-freak, but the truth is they’re both happier when Richie can fuck around on his phone and Eddie can focus on the road instead of biting his tongue on complaints about how fast Richie tends to take the turns—but he took a Xanax on the plane and he's still a little groggy.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yep,” Richie says tightly.

“You're not about to throw up, are you?”

Richie shakes his head. His shoulders heave, and he says, “No, I think I'm gonna fucking cry.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. And then, “Oh, shit, sweetheart, come here—”

Richie folds into his arms. It’s awkward with the center console between them, the cup-holder digging into Eddie’s hip, but he pays it no mind. Richie is clutching at him—shoulder, hip, the back of his head, quick frantic touches like he’s reassuring himself that Eddie is here—and his whole body shakes with sobs. It’s deeply jarring. Richie is a self-proclaimed crybaby, inclined to get teary-eyed at movies and romantic gestures and often enough during sex, but the only time Eddie has ever seen him cry like this in all the time they’ve been together was at his father’s funeral.

Just like he did then, Eddie holds him close and tries his best to hide his shock.

“Hey,” he says softly, into Richie’s hair. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay, come on.”

“Yeah,” Richie says raggedly. His face is still pressed to Eddie’s shoulder; Eddie’s t-shirt is wet with tears and snot, but he’ll worry about that later. "This fucking place. Do you remember?"

"Some," Eddie admits. He's been getting bits and pieces ever since Mike's phone call. It's all still tangled up: the playground and the Barrens and the bridge with friendly phrases like suck my infected cockkk carved on it. Big Bill. Stanley. Mike and Beverly and Ben. Sepia-toned flashes of memory, all out of order. Playing Chutes and Ladders on the floor of the Denbrough house with Bill and Georgie. Standing in the funeral home in his one good suit, watching Bill stare at a tiny coffin with a blank, stunned numbness that seemed beyond tears.

There's more. He knows there's more. More, and impossibly worse.

“Something really bad happened to us here, didn’t it?” Richie asks eventually. His voice is still thick.

Eddie nods. That memory still feels slippery and shadowed, like he’s digging through dark mud to grasp at some slimy wriggling thing with sharp teeth, but it’s there. The echo of that fear. Richie’s voice, young and terrified and furious, screaming, welcome to the Loser’s Club, asshole!

“Yeah,” he says. His voice is rusty, creaking, strange. An old door hinge on an old house with something terrible underneath it.

His mind slams down on the thought nearly as soon as it surfaces, but the dread remains.

“Yeah,” Richie says. He straightens finally, wiping ineffectively at his face, and Eddie allows annoyance and instinct to override him for a moment.

“Stop that, Jesus, you’re just going to smear snot all over your hand,” he says, leaning down to root through the bag at his feet until he comes up with a packet of wet wipes, which he hands to Richie. Richie takes it, and gives him an extremely wobbly smile.

“I love you,” he says.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah.” And then, “I don’t want to go back.”

“We don’t have to,” Richie says immediately. “Seriously. Say the word and I’ll turn around right now. We can be at the airport by three. We don’t owe this town shit.”

For some reason, even though he was just thinking exactly the same thing, that gives Eddie pause.

“Not the town,” he says, “but.”

“Them, yeah.” Richie sags back against his seat, then sets the wipes down to drag both hands through his hair. “Fuck.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Eddie says again, and this time he finishes it. “But we do have to, don’t we.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but Richie nods anyway. His hands drop, flex in his lap. Eddie can see the scar on his palm—the familiar little white line that he’s run his fingers over so many times, marveling thoughtlessly at its similarity to the one on his own hand. And no fucking wonder. They both came from the same piece of broken glass. He reaches out to touch it, then brings Richie’s palm to his lips. Richie lets him do it, then cups his chin and draws him into a brief kiss that still tastes like salt.

“Okay,” he says when they break apart. “Okay.”

Eddie drops back into his seat and re-buckles his belt. Richie nods, and then turns the key, puts the car back in drive, and pulls out onto the road.

[t4tozier]

heyyyy so i just had to drop almost $1k to get my car fixed. would ppl be interested in fic commissions by any chance??

[14dayswithyou]

Reddie: I can’t help but imagine living with you years from now.

Teva: Please don’t let this be temporary.

Soft spot prompts | No longer accepting !!

Born to say "💗💖💕💗I love Reddie💕💖💗💕"... forced to say "I enjoy Teo"....... T_T /j

Under a "read more" because I wrote a whole novel????? teehee

001.

"Yeah? We livin' in a Hot Topic store together?"

While it was meant in jest, the dark-haired man couldn't stop his mind from drifting to bittersweet thoughts of 'what if...?'.

Bitter, because it was impossible to think that Eddie would ever find the man tolerable — let alone interesting enough to stick around for. And sweet, because despite it all, anything that had to do with Eddie always manages to pull at his heartstrings and make him stumble over his words.

I can imagine it too, Ren thinks, easily imagining the two of them in a quaint house near the city. Close enough for Eddie to visit his twin whenever he'd like, but far enough away from all the fucked up memories that haunted them both. Besides, Ren never needed anything in that hellscape of a place anyways. He already found his home in Eddie.

But the words that left his mouth were something entirely different.

"It's not a bad idea, the Hot Topic thing." He turns away then, though his pinky doesn't stray far from Ed's. "Maybe it'll stop me from borrowing your jackets all the damn time."

Liar. He liked the smell of Eddie too much.

002.

He's on his phone again, doing everything he can to distract himself from the woman currently occupying the right side of his bed. It was hard to ignore the way Diva's manicured nails idly traced over his snake tattoo, but it was even harder to ignore the fact that he felt a million miles away from her in that moment.

And it was all his fault.

What started as a casual hookup soon turned sour. It was only supposed to be a one-off thing; he'd treat her to dinner, bed her, and then leave the next morning — and Diva knew that too. But somehow... Something changed along the way. He started paying attention to her; seeing her in places where he shouldn't. Lipgloss stains on his pillows. Glitter on his shirts. Marks on his chest. Green press-on nails in his car. Eyebags from staying up all night texting her. A void in his heart that only seemed to fill whenever she was around.

Teo was getting attached to Diva and he knew it. He wasn't one to get feelings involved, yet he could do little to ignore the burning sting of envy whenever he'd listen to Diva talk about someone else.

When she slowly started to turn into someone else.

Green nails that were now purple. A custom Luis Vuitton bag that was switched out for a Hello Kitty ita backpack instead. A blurry lockscreen of his shadow now replaced by a carefully made art piece in her likeness. Her most recent texts going from T💚 to KK💜.

With a sigh, Teo finally acknowledges Diva's presence. He doesn't dare look at her, knowing fully well that she'd be sporting those soft, sparkly eyes that he just can't seem to say 'no' to. And so, he throws his phone somewhere on the bedside table and leans in close enough to press a kiss against her jaw — but not before pulling away with cold eyes and an even colder heart.

"It was never permanent in the first place, was it?"

[sunshinereddie]

For the soft fic prompt thing could you maybe do number 3 or 30?

sorry anon that this took forever to reply to!!! hope you enjoy reading :D

3: forehead kisses

There were lots of things that Richie loved about his boyfriend.

He loved Eddie's smile, and the loud laugh that he let sometimes slip whenever he heard something really funny. He loved the way Eddie cared for him- both in a physical way, in making sure Richie ate lunch every day, as well as an emotional way, in giving Richie a shoulder to cry on and giving him loving reassurance whenever he felt down. He loved the way Eddie cuddled into him at night like a koala bear, wrapping his arms and legs around Richie so tightly that Richie wouldn't be able to get up if he tried (it's made Richie late for work a few times, but he doesn't mind in the slightest).

One of the other things that Richie loves about Eddie, is that Eddie is the perfect height for forehead kisses.

When Richie is cooking dinner and Eddie comes to stand beside him, Richie can easily plant a kiss on his forehead. When they're sitting on the couch together and Eddie falls asleep, he is always just at the perfect height and angle against Richie's chest for Richie to wake him up with a gentle kiss to his forehead. When Eddie comes home from a bad day at work and he walks straight into Richie's arms for some comfort, automatically tilting his head up ever so slightly to give Richie access to his forehead.

Richie showed his love for Eddie in a thousand different ways, but a gentle press of his lips to Eddie’s forehead was definitely one of his favourites.

BONUS: Growing up, Eddie had always… disliked his height. He had always been short than his friends, his classmates, and even throughout college and his young adult years, he always found himself to be one of the shortest in whatever group he was in.

For nearly 40 years, he had always disliked his height… until he started dating Richie, and discovered that he was just the right height to receive a forehead kiss from Richie.

For the first time in his life, Eddie hoped his growth spurt would never come.

30. ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

"Oh my god, did you see who's over there?"

"No, who?"

"Over at the bar- that's Richie Tozier!"

"Who?"

Bill raised his eyebrows at his coworkers. "Richie Tozier?" he repeated. "The comedian? He's like, one of the most popular guys in comedy these days? He's starring in that upcoming movie with Brad Pitt?"

Beverly rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. "You know I don't watch that kind of stuff, Denbrough."

"That's not the point," Bill said, looking back across the room to the tall, curly-haired man standing at the bar. "What the hell is Richie Tozier doing here, at our office party?"

"It's a public bar, Bill," Ben pointed out. "Ever think that maybe he's just here to get a drink?"

Stanley frowned. "A rich, world-famous comedian is getting a drink in a tiny, crowded, 2-star pub in Brooklyn?" He shook his head as he watched the comedian chat animatedly with the bartender. "Doesn't add up."

"Well, you can't be implying that he's here for the office party, right?" Mike said.

"No, but, I mean there must be a reason-"

"Hi, everyone."

While they were all indeed curious about Richie Tozier's attendance at their little party, Stanley's theory was cut short by a new addition to their table as Eddie Kaspbrak squeezed himself into the spot in between Beverly and Mike.

Eddie Kaspbrak was very much a part of this little office friend group, though he was the most mysterious out of all of them. He didn't talk much about his personal life... or anything other than work, really. So while things like Stanley's marriage and kid on the way, Beverly's side business, and the novel that Bill was attempting to write when he wasn't in the office were all common knowledge amongst them, the most that any of them really knew about Eddie was that he was married- and only because of the ring on his finger, not because he had told them. They were all definitely curious about the mysterious life of Eddie Kaspbrak, but they also respected him enough not to pry.

They all returned cheerful hello's and how are you's in reply to Eddie, but when Bill noticed the comedian at the bar move out of the corner of his eye, their conversation from before quickly resumed. "Hey, Eddie, do you know who Richie Tozier is?"

Eddie's eyes widened slightly, and if Bill wasn't mistaken, he seemed to have the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "I've heard of him," Eddie replied.

"Well, he's here, apparently," Beverly said. "And Bill's getting all excited about it."

"I am not getting all excited about it," Bill said, to which Beverly grinned. "I'm just wondering why he's here."

"Maybe you should go ask him," Ben suggested. "Maybe he'll even give you his autograph."

"Oh, shut it, Hanscom."

"What do you think, Eddie?" Mike asked, after the laughter and Bill's blush had died down. "Any ideas on why a famous celebrity would be here, at this bar, at our office party?"

Eddie glanced between his friends, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He looked almost nervous, but the smile on his face seemed to grow. "Ah," he said after a few moments of thought. "Well, actually, you see-"

"Eds!"

A voice cut through the music playing and all the conversation around them, and when Bill looked over to the source, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Richie Tozier was walking towards them, a big grin on his face, and his eyes set on Eddie. Bill thought he must be mistaken, that Richie Tozier was definitely not approaching them, that he was calling for someone else who just happened to have a similar nickname to Eddie, there was just no way...

So Bill could only watch in amazement and confusion as Richie Tozier stopped directly beside Eddie, and handed him one of the drinks in his hand. "They didn't have your favourite wine," Richie said as Eddie took the glass. "Or your second favourite, either. So I got your third favourite, which I know is not ideal, but it's the best this place and their pathetic wine selection could do."

Nobody could quite believe what they were seeing, or hearing. The five of them had worked with Eddie for almost six years now, and collectively they probably knew five facts about Eddie Kaspbrak... but somehow, celebrity comedian Richie Tozier has the knowledge of Eddie's favourite type of wine, as well as his second, and third? And he even has a nickname for Eddie, who as far as Bill knew, hated when people tried to give him a nickname?

Eddie glanced down at his wine, not looking too happy about having to settle for his third choice, but looked back up to Richie with a smile and thanked him anyways. Richie beamed proudly as he took a sip of his own drink, before glancing over to the group standing around them, and the five pairs of eyes staring at them in surprise. "So, Eds," Richie said. "You gonna introduce me to your friends or what?"

Eddie returned his attention back to his friends, and Bill noticed that his blush was even more prominent now, though his smile was as big as Bill had ever seen it. "Right," he said. "Uh, Richie, these are some of my coworkers, the ones I told you about- this is Bill, Mike, Beverly, Stanley, and Ben." Richie eagerly shook each of their hands, greeting them with a genuine-sounding, Pleasure to meet 'ya!

Eddie hesitated for a few moments after Richie let go of Ben's hand, as though he was trying to figure out what to say next, but was having trouble. Bill found this rather odd, as at work Eddie never seemed to have a problem with speaking in their meetings, but Bill was still trying to process the fact that Richie Tozier was standing in front of him and just shook his hand, that he didn't spend too much time pondering over Eddie's behaviour.

Finally, after taking another sip of his third-choice wine, Eddie spoke up again. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Richie- my husband."

[sohannabarberaesque]

Meanwhile, imagine for a moment--

Kwicky Koala spending some time back in his native Australia on some remote stretch of Queensland coast between the Sunshine Coast (north of Brisbane) and the Tropic of Capricorn at Rockhampton, sipping on the local ginger beer infused with eucalyptus juice and lemon ...

Ruff and Reddy just trying to make up their minds over what to have at the local steakhouse buffet, trying all along not to annoy fellow diners (or what few there are, considering that it's at a slack part of the afterlunch) ...

Top Cat and clowder performing in glee club manner evenings at none other than the Original Farmer's Market in Hollywood just as the "blue hour" comes along ...

Orange Julius with added banana being a favourite with Magilla Gorilla, enough so that on one occasion, he downed no less than a half dozen chili cheese dogs and as many Orange Julius with banana, such being his appetite to the moment ...

The Banana Splits, as a publicity exercise, doing some swimming at The Land of Natura in Wisconsin Dells, and looking none the worse for their wet fur in seeking to reclaim their good name and repute as much as an impromptu "meet-and-greet" ...

The Skatebirds' Scooter, what with his fondness for skate skis, leading a group of cross-country skiiers in summer training likewise outfitted, and discussing his fondness therefor over a subsequent supper ...

[timetravellauvie]

Strange Things x It (2017) Crossover where

Mike Wheeler is Richie Tozier who is in a secret long distance relationship with Eddie Kaspbrak. They were managing it fine until Will Byers saw a red balloon and El saw a clown in the Upside Down with Vecna.

Ik that they are kids and it's literally not the same timeline BUT HEAR ME OUT MIKE AS TRASHMOUTH RICHIE?!! HIDDEN PERSONALITY?? WAHHHH

[thepoisonroom]

it's not cool to admit but itch2 really did change something in my brain chemistry

[mastercherry]

Y'all it matters what you say to kids. I'm 31 years old, trying to write something, but I'm still thinking about when my 10th grade English/Literature told me I shouldn't write about werewolves because they don't exist and I should only write about what I know about.

All because I was talking to my friends about trying to name my main werewolf character in something I was trying write.

To this day, I can see him sitting behind his desk telling me how he wrote a book about baseball cuz he played baseball.

So, like, be careful. Please.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Blind Steve, while happy that Robin isn't treating him differently, doesn't really appreciate it when she steers him in wrong directions. Although, he was happy when she pushed him into a chair, and it turned out to be Eddie's lap. Eddie was happy, too. . . Who wants to write this?

[mellaga-karagani]

Okay, weird request, but- Arjun reddy?

Arjun Reddy《Arjun Reddy》Romance Dialogue Set

Requests are open, and my asks and inbox are always open!

“The problem is if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

“My darling, you can never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul.”

“I don’t care how complicated things get, I still want you.”

“No-one can understand the love I have for you. Not even you. And not even me.”

“I look at you and I just love you so much. I love you so much it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.”

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Note: Requests are open, I write mostly for telugu characters, but I also accept general Indian!!