#reddiememe

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Richie: *does something stupid*

Stan, leaning over to Eddie: Are you absolutely sure you want that one? We can get you a better one.

Eddie: *sighs* I want that one.

[kamkaishere]

Eddie: how high are u right now?

Richie: how what?

Eddie: HIGH.

Richie: HELLO!

[richies-kid20]

lmao me everyday. I cannot possibly stop making gay jokes. 

Source: https://twitter.com/reddiememes/status/1175030207738187776

[rosy-eds]

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Reddie oneshot - ‘Cheeks As Red As Rudolph’s Nose’

Summary: Richie buys an ugly Christmas jumper, but lies to the shop assistant and says it’s for his mum in embarrassment. Later, Richie sees the cute shop assistant again, while wearing said awful jumper.

Richie loved the idea of Christmas.

Christmas time was a happy, joyful time in which you’d see your family and friends. It seemed amazing, and it was - when you had family or friends, or even a boyfriend, it’s spend it with. But this year, Richie was alone.

He had his family, sure. But after moving out of Derry to New York to fulfil his acting career, which his family were supportive of, he was broke. And so were they. Meaning, he did not have the money to go and visit this Christmas. Be with his family.

Being alone didn't seem so bad anyways. He didn't need people to have a Christmas dinner, and he didn't need people to watch stupid Christmas movies and eat chocolate with.

He didn't need it, but he wanted it.

Taking a long, self-deprecating sigh, Richie glanced at the Christmas decorations as he stepped into his local store, Morrisons.

Deciding to not be a complete grinch and actually have involve himself in the Christmas spirit, he quickly grabbed a basket and popped a few, cheap and tacky Christmas decorations in.

And then, he saw it.

An ugly Christmas jumper, that happened to be the mouldiest shade of yellow possible. It had a bad excuse for a Christmas pudding plastered in the middle, and the designer had made the poor choice to have the pudding dripping off the jumper (when really the pudding just ended up looking like shit, literal shit).

Richie snorted, prancing over time jab at it and make some funny comments to poor shoppers walking by; when he finally touched it.

And holy shit, was this jumper soft. Running his fingers through the fabric felt like heaven.

Trying to keep his pride, Richie quickly scattered through the racks before finding his size, and throwing it in his basket. Grabbing a chocolate bar and a sandwich, he made his way over to the self-checkouts, not in the mood to talk to an overly enthusiastic cashier that day.

But it was just his luck today, because as he scanned his "ugly but looks really

comfortable" Christmas jumper, ‘Satan’s Girlfriend’, as Richie called the self scan alert; making people turn to look at Richie.

'Please place your item in the bagging area.' The voice said, and Richie groaned in annoyance.

"It's in the fucking bagging area!" Richie shouted at the self-scanner gaining him some strange looks from confused shoppers. Some glaring at him for his language.

"Do you need any help?" A quiet, timid voice said from behind him. Richie just nodded in annoyance, not even bothering to turn around and look the shop assistant in the eye.

Richie groaned, “Uh, yeah. This machine has got a major case of dumb bitch disease. It doesn’t even realise my shit is in the bagging area.” He complained, still slamming the Christmas jumper onto the bagging area repeatedly.

"Wait,” the shop assistant said, obviously a little startled by Richie’s aggressive nature. “let me help you out." The man said, and Richie turned around to face him.

And holy shit, was he cute.

Richie grinned, “Can I put you in the bagging area? Or somewhere else, if you’d like?”

The man (or angel, as Richie had just decided) only scoffed, before swiping his badge onto the self scan checkout.

He looked back up at Richie, “There, all sorted.” He said, looking down at Richie’s shopping. “tell me if-“

He paused suddenly. Richie seemed to notice a distraction so he filled the gap, “what’s the matter? Am I too beautiful to handle?”

The man glared at Richie, but it was obvious he was surpressing a smile, “seriously?” He started. “You’re buying that?” He finished, pointing at the ugly and ridiculous Christmas jumper.

Richie, for the first time ever, was lost for words.

"You know, you’re the first person I've seen buying that Christmas jumper." The shop assistant continued. “It’s the ugliest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Richie panicked and tried to think of millions of excuses, before attempting to hide his burning red cheeks and stumbling out a weak, "What?”

The shop assistant pointed down at the Christmas jumper Caspar was now stuffing into his plastic bag. "They aren't very popular, you obviously like the more...different kind of styles."

Richie shrugged, regaining his posture, "It's for my mum." He lied. "She always likes ones like the ugly ones. Makes her feel more christmassy. Do you seriously think I’d put a jumper like that, on a body like this?” He asked, jokingly running a hand on his hip.

Yes, I would, Richie thought.

The shop assistant didn’t respond, and looked slightly flustered at Richie’s action and words.

“Anyways,” Richie started. “What’s your name then, sweet cheeks?”

“Don’t call me that.” The shop assistant quickly responded. “And it’s Eddie.” He smiled.

Richie grinned in return, “Well, Ed’s, I think you’d look pretty damn cute in one of these jumpers. You’d make it work.” He commented.

“Don’t call me that either,” Eddie snapped again. “And-“

Before Eddie could finish his sentence, another one of the self scan machines went off. Eddie flashed him an apologetic grin before quickly jogging over to fix the problem.

Richie, in a moment of quick panic, payed with his contactless card and started for the exits. He felt like he was going to pass out, but, in a good way he convinced himself. Cuteness overload maybe, he thought.

He felt damn stupid walking away, but he knew he’d see him again, he’d make sure of it. But he’d be more prepared.

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It was now Christmas Eve and Richie, like planned, was alone. He was frantically cleaning his apartment preparing for Christmas Day, even though nobody was coming over.

"Oh crap," He mumbled to himself. "I haven't brought any lunch."

He rumaged through his cupboards hoping there would be something to eat in there, anything at all. The truth was, if there was nothing in there, then he'd have to go to Morrisons. There were no restaurants or other places where he could get food nearby by walking distance.

He could have punched someone when he realised he had to go to Morrisons. Not because he hates it there, because he might bump into Eddie again. And he was terrified, he's been thinking about him since that day in the Morrisons with the self-scanner.

He was halfway to Morrisons, remembering what had happened. Firstly he ran out the store, and ran straight into the revolving doors straight after the automatic doors. He ate his chocolate bar on the way home out of worry from just meeting Eddie, and for the jumper, he was wearing it right now.

Fucking hell, he thought. He was wearing the Christmas jumper right now. In plain sight, without a coat or anything. He was too lazy to go back and get his coat or change, and not to mention absolutely starving.

There was a chance he could bump into Eddie, and he's probably going to laugh at him for his stupid Christmas jumper. And be angry at him for lying and never ever want to see him again or even breathe the same air and oh no...he was fucked.

After a few moments of waiting outside Morrisons car park planning what to do, he finally decided to turn on his ninja mode and successfully get a sandwich and bag of crisps and pay for them without being spotted by Eddie.

He put his plan into action, by firstly sprinting to the other end of the store to where all the sandwhiches were. Possibly knocking a few things down in the process, but he considered it collateral damage.

He grabbed a chicken sandwhich, and walked over to the crisps. Grabbing a packet of Salt and Vinegar, his plan seemed be turning out very successful.

Paying for it was the hard bit, because that's where Eddie was.

Cute cute cute Eddie. Who made Richie nervous in a good way. Who Richie had chickened out and walked away from in a moment of gay panic.

Richie did some kind of run-jogging thing over to the tills and placed his items down.

Eddie, to Richie’s luck, was at the self scanners. This was his best bet.

"I'm sorry sir, you need ten or more items to use the tills. Can you please take your items to the self-scanner?"

Okay so now this was his worst bet.

He nodded in defeat, and grabbed his food and tried to go over without being spotted. He placed his items down and scanned the crisps, when suddenly the lady blasted out again with the 'place your items in the bagging area.'

"Oh...shh up! I'll pay you extra money if you just be quiet-"

"Hey.” A voice said behind him. It was Eddie, of course it was.

Richie tried not to turn his body around so he wouldn't see his jumper, and he attempted to get out of this.

"Don’t worry, everything is fine. Go back to your scanning shit or whatever!” He almost begged.

Richie, still trying to scan his sandwich hopelessly trying to get out of this, looked like a mad man. It wasn't working affectively because he couldn't see what he was doing, and his hand was shaking. He was sure he hit someone. He couldn't think of any excuses, "I’m not who you think I am.”

"What are you talking about?" Eddie asked with a sigh. “If you need help-“

“No I’m fine.” Richie cut him off.

‘Item not detected’ the lady rang out again.

Eddie huffed loudly, "For Gods sakes, if you don't want to talk to me just say. But at least let me help you so the machine can shut up.”

Richie shook his head, "It's not that." He breathed out. "I'm bisexual and I saw you yesterday and I nearly passed out because you were so hot and nice and stuff.” He glanced up to see Eddie looking at him intently.

“So I ran because I was scared because I've been alone for a while and now I'm here and I'm trying to get away from you because I'm in that ugly Christmas jumper that‘s actually super comfortable but embarrassing.” Richie blurted.

Eddie nodded, a small smile on his lips, “so it’s not for your mum?” He questioned. Richie just shook his head.

He giggled, which Richie almost passed out again at, "I thought you hated me. Now turn around, I want to see you with this Christmas jumper on."

Richie nodded, "Okay." He turned around and Eddie burst out laughing. Richie decided it was his favourite sound.

"I have to be honest, it really suits you." He said muffled by laughter.

"Are you trying to say that I'm ugly?" Richie playfully joked, and Eddie looked up at him.

"No, quite the opposite, actually." Eddie commented. “I never asked your name.”

“Richie,” he breathed out. “Richie Tozier.”

At that moment, a lady in the line for the self-scanner spoke up, "excuse me, you are kind of holding up the que." she said politely.

They both nodded and apologised before Richie paid the money, and took his sandwich and crisps.

"But surely you knew I was going to be here." Eddie told him as they walked a respectable distance from the self-scanners. "So why wear the Christmas jumper? If you said it was for your mum after all.”

Richie shrugged, "I was cleaning my apartment and I decided to be more festive so I put on some Christmas music and my jumper. I then discovered I actually didn't have any thing to eat, and I wouldn't admit it but I really wanted to see you again even though I was worried and...yeah I forgot I was wearing it."

Eddie laughed, "Okay, how's this. I take you out on a date tonight. But one rule, you don't wear the Christmas jumper on our date. I promise I won't wear my ugly Christmas jumper." He giggled.

Richie took his hand to shake, but he didn't let go afterwards, "Yeah,” He agreed. “Sounds groovy.”

Eddie almost groaned, “don’t say groovy.”

Richie only winked in return, “the Christmas jumper won't be the only thing I won't be wearing."

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go check out my wattpad “mychemicalsophiee” for this reddie fanfiction:

description:

Richie is a prince - and a different one at that. Usually you'd think that being a prince is a dream come true, but not for Richie. He just wants a normal life, normal friends, maybe even a boyfriend.

Finally, he gets the chance to move to a place far away from his small kingdom and live with his Auntie Eleanor. The problem? He has to pretend that he's not a prince.

Lying? He's not so great at that.

But for someone who desperately wanted a boyfriend, he never expected to actually fall in love.

Eddie Kaspbrak. The boy with the fanny pack, who actually likes Richie for Richie. And so Richie can't tell him that he's a prince in a place on the other side of the world - and he wants it to stay that way. If someone were to find out, he'll have to move back home and never return.

Will everybody find out? Will his chance at a normal life be ruined?

Richie finds out that not everything is as expected, and most definitely, you can never avoid being one of those who love.

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A Proposal Or Two - Reddie

Summary: Richie proposes to Eddie, but little does he know, Eddie has the same thing planned.

Richie bit his lip nervously as he walked down the park, his hand in Eddie's. He looked down at the smaller boy, smiling fondly at the way he ranted about how unsanitary the benches were. Eddie glanced up to see Richie smiling adoringly down at him, and Eddie instantly returned the gesture, gripping Richie's hand tighter.

Richie wasn't bored, or scared, nor unhappy. He was nervous. He was going to propose to Eddie.

He had been planning this for months and months now, having so many stressful phone calls at night with Bev worrying that Eddie would say no and their relationship would be ruined. Eddie was everything to him, and he never wanted to lose him, especially not like this.

Richie was planning to propose when the sun started to go down, it was extremely cheesy and cliche - and that's what he wanted it to be. He wanted to get down on one knee, while tears rolled down his cheeks, and ask the question.

He knew Eddie was a sop.

He scratched the back of his neck restlessly, hoping to his lucky stars Eddie would say yes. Otherwise, well, it would be very awkward. He didn’t do well with awkward.

"You okay Rich? You seem really tense." Eddie whispered into Richie's ear, and Richie gulped.

"Yeah!" Richie shouted out, making Eddie jerk away quickly in shock. Richie's eyes widened when he realised everybody was staring at him. He looked down at his shoes, his cheeks burning a bright red.

Usually he’d love the attention, but not right now.

Richie grinned, regaining his confidence once he saw Eddie’s brown eyes staring up at him, “Just thinking of different ways to rail your mother.” He added. Eddie just scoffed, but he knew he was hiding a smile.

It was almost sunset. Richie could feel his palms sweating, and he nervously chuckled and unwrapped his hand from Eddie’s and wiped his hands on his trouser leg. Eddie crossed his eyebrows in confusion at Joe's action.

"Are you sure you're okay? Cause we can go home if you want, it looks like it’s going to rain anyways and-" Eddie started, until Richie shook his head.

"No, we can't go home! At least, not yet." Richie interrupted him, his body quickly coming to a stop, causing him to let go of Eddie’s hand. Eddie just nodded, used to Richie’s outbursts and different quirks.

Richie took Eddie's hand again, and sat him down on the bench.

Most people would think that this was just a normal bench. It looked like one, but it wasn't, not to Richie and Eddie. This was the bench where they first admitted their feelings for each other and kissed for the very first time.

And, hopefully the bench where Eddie agrees to marry him. It was their bench. The sun began to go down, in perfect view from the bench. It was just like he and Bev had planned. It's now or never, Richie thought to himself.

"Wow, the sun looks so pretty from here." Eddie said, his eyes mesmerised by the sun. Richie watched his boyfriend, love swarming in his heart. He had finally found someone who understood him, who loved him. He couldn’t wait to tell him.

"Eddie. I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you, and I can say that feeling will probably and hopefully never go away. You're beautiful, inside and out. I'm forever captivated by your adorable yet strange personality, and I'm forever in love with you." Richie confessed, like practiced.

Of course, Bev had made him prepare a speech. She knew that Richie would freeze up and probably end up insulting Eddie and his mum - which wouldn’t be a good start to the soppy proposal he wanted.

He got off the bench, taking one of his hands out of Eddie's and going down on one knee. Eddie covered his mouth with his free hand, tears forming in his eyes. Richie took out the black box with the ring in it.

"Eddie...Ed’s, will you marry me?" Richie asked, smiling from ear to ear. His heart was pounding.

Everything was perfect.

Until Eddie burst out laughing.

Richie's smile dropped, and his chest twisted with worry. For once, he didn’t know what to say. Eddie let go of Richie's hand, and put his head in his hands and carried on laughing. Richie felt like crying and he probably could.

"W-what? I'm sorry that I asked but there's no need to laugh at me. You could have just said no." Richie whispered, his heart slowly breaking.

"No, no. It's just." Eddie paused, and he got on his knees to face Richie. Suddenly, to Richie’s surprise, he got down on one knee too. And he pulled out a ring too.

"I had the same thing planned. Bill’s been helping me plan it for weeks.”

Richie started to laugh too. They both were on one knee in front of each other, smiling, two rings.

"Richie, will you marry me?" Eddie asked, and Richie nodded while laughing still.

"Yes, I will. Eddie, will you marry me?" Richie asked, and Eddie grinned.

"Yes." They both stood up, rings still in hand, and bought each other into a sweet kiss.

Richie smiled as he pulled back, “Can I make a your mum joke now?”

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eddie kaspbrak: straight to the public eye, has a wife and has been married to a woman for years, has forgotten richie and the chemistry they had, has moved on

eddie: *sees richie tozier again after 27 years*

eddie: 

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This is my new reddie fanfiction, updating basically two chapters a day (because I’ve already wrote it all and it’s completed) go check it out I’d appreciate some love to get it going!!

Description of Those Who Love:

Richie is a prince - and a different one at that. Usually you'd think that being a prince is a dream come true, but not for Richie. He just wants a normal life, normal friends, maybe even a boyfriend.

Finally, he gets the chance to move to a place far away from his small kingdom and live with his Auntie Eleanor. He gets to go to school, and hang out with friends like a normal kid would. The problem? He has to pretend that he's not a prince.

Lying? He's not so great at that.

But for someone who desperately wanted a boyfriend, he never expected to actually fall in love.

Eddie Kaspbrak. The boy with the fanny pack, who actually likes Richie for Richie. And so Richie can't tell him that he's a prince in a place on the other side of the world - and he wants it to stay that way. If someone were to find out, he'll have to move back home and never return.

Will everybody find out? Will his chance at a normal life be ruined?

Richie finds out that not everything is as expected, and most definitely, you can never avoid being one of those who love.

(If the link doesn’t work my wattpad is mychemicalsophiee) :) happy reading

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CHECK OUT MY NEW REDDIE FANFICTION, UPDATING A NEW CHAPTER EVERYDAY (3 chapters will be up tonight):

https://my.w.tt/yjvLgxlzS7

Richie is a prince - and a different one at that. Usually you'd think that being a prince is a dream come true, but not for Richie. He just wants a normal life, normal friends, maybe even a boyfriend.

Finally, he gets the chance to move to a place far away from his small kingdom and live with his Auntie Eleanor. The problem? He has to pretend that he's not a prince.

Lying? He's not so great at that.

But for someone who desperately wanted a boyfriend, he never expected to actually fall in love.

Eddie Kaspbrak. The boy with the fanny pack, who actually likes Richie for Richie. And so Richie can't tell him that he's a prince in a place on the other side of the world - and he wants it to stay that way. If someone were to find out, he'll have to move back home and never return.

Will everybody find out? Will his chance at a normal life be ruined?

Richie finds out that not everything is as expected, and most definitely, you can never avoid being one of those who love.

[kamkaishere]

Eddie: I hate you!

Richie: Yeah, i hate me, too.

Eddie:

Eddie concerned: Richie we've talked about this.