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So yeah this is Star Wars! AU. Or more like Stormpilot AU starring Richie as a Resistance pilot prodigy (despite his poor eyesight) and Eddie (or ED-2314) who was a Stormtrooper and rescued by Richie (and rescue Richie) who immediately named him Eds but Eddie didn’t like the name one bit and renamed himself Eddie lol
This was destined to happened. Btw Richie is not suave in the slightest so the first picture is actually a complete accident
My mother hurt me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this. I’m afraid I’ve become her, that she will live on through me. I’m afraid of the hurt she’s committed that I might perpetuate. How do I end this, I want to end this
You are not your mother, you never were. You’re different, you’re better. You are capable of love.
R + -
my mind: ITS GONNA BE AN E
also my mind: WHAT IF RICHIE DOESN'T CARVE AN E, THEN WHAT WILL YOU DO? HUH
but he knew well enough
the black cauldron has always been one of my fave movies
so anyways i threw klance in it
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Gift i did for a friend and her Reddie Peter Pan Au
Sometimes you just gotta hang out with your best friend in the bathroom
request please! (reddie) eddie falling asleep on top of richie’s arm. but they’re strangers, richie didn’t push him off though.
Richie shifted in his too small seat, trying to get comfortable. Of course, it would have been easier if he could move however he wanted. The problem was that someone was sleeping on his right arm, caging him in.
Normally, he’d be annoyed. Planes already didn’t have enough room, especially for his lanky frame, and he didn’t want to give up any of the little space he had. But this was different. Partially because the guy who was sleeping on him was the cutest man that Richie had ever laid eyes on and partially because, until he’d fallen asleep, they’d spent the whole ride flirting.
When he’d found out that his small TV was broken he’d expected the ride to be awful but then the cutey had taken mercy on him and shared his screen, leading to lots of casual touches and Richie whispering jokes to him that made the smaller man clap a hand to his mouth to stop the giggles from escaping. Richie had fallen in love with the noise and was determined to hear it as much as he could.
Much to Richie’s delight, it turned out that both of them were studying abroad in France for a semester. The smaller man had even laughed at Richie’s french accent, an instant win in his book.
The only issue was that he still didn’t know the man’s name. Richie had forgotten to ask and now he was fast asleep, his head nestled on Richie’s shoulder and an arm falling over his leg.
Richie was debating what to do when an announcement came on, saying that they would be landing soon. The noise woke his cute companion up, he jerked awake, looking confused. Rubbed the sleep from his eyes he looked at Richie. “Shit! Did I fall asleep on you?” He grimaced. “I didn’t drool did I?” He looked so cute, eyes bleary but wide with concern. Richie knew he was smitten.
“Only a little.” He teased. “The talking was worse, something about falling in love with a red headed stranger on a plane?” He said, pointedly running a hand through his hair.
He smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not sure I believe you on that point.”
“But are you willing to take that chance?” Richie asked, “What if I’m the love of your life and we never see each other again?”
“That would be quite the travesty.” He replied, pretending to be alarmed.
Richie nodded. “Exactly! The only solution is to give me your name and number. Can’t let love slip through your fingers.”
The other man hummed, pretending to think about it. Then he leaned forward, grabbing his notebook and jotting something down before tearing the page. “I wouldn’t normally do this but- true love and all.” He held the paper between two fingers, letting Richie snatch it.
He grinned. “Exactly. Paris is the city of love after all.” He glanced at the paper. “Eddie, you just made this study abroad so much better.”
Can I request a teenage Richie trying contact lenses for the first time and Eddie freaking out about how pretty he is. But Richie freaking out because he can see Eddie w/o scratch marks and dirty lenses.
“You don’t get it Bev! He’s gorgeous now! Did you see how blue his eyes are? I lost my chance. People are going to be all over him, they’ll see how attractive he is and everyone will suddenly want to date him.” Eddie whined, flopping onto Bev’s bed. “My life is over.”
“Eddie, relax. Please. He’s still Richie, he’s not going to instantly change because he got contacts.”
“You don’t get it!” Eddie sat up,shaking his head. “You didn’t see how everyone was looking at him when we were walking down the hall. Even Greta noticed him. Greta!” Eddie frowned, remembering how she’d looked at Richie, like she was noticing him for the first time. Eddie had noticed him years ago! She had no right to notice him now that he had contacts.
“But who was Richie looking at?” Bev asked.
“Me.” Eddie admitted. “But that’s because I was telling him about the trains I saw over the weekend.” He had started to watch the trains when he needed a break from his mom, much like Stan’s bird book he wrote down the different types he saw. “But he always asks about them.”
“Eddie, listen, I say this with love- no one likes hearing about your trains in great detail. Richie asks because he likes you, not the trains.”
He shook his head. He’d rambled the whole time he and Richie had walked, worried that if he stopped talking he would say something stupid about how good Richie looked. Why would Richie like him when he could have anyone now?
When Richie had shown up at Eddie’s house that morning to drive him to school he’d dropped his backpack- right on his foot. Once Eddie recovered he’d had to stop himself from staring at his friend. Richie hadn’t told anyone that he was getting contacts. He’d just shown up, looking stunning, his bright eyes no longer hidden under thick frames. Eddie had instantly had a panic attack. It had taken him several minutes to remember how to breath. Richie had rushed to him, grabbing his shoulders, and that hadn’t helped. It meant he’d been staring into those stupid blue eyes.
Eddie swallowed, realizing that Bev was waiting for him to say something. “Really?” He squeaked, not quite daring to believe her.
“Eddie you dumbass.” Bev said, sitting next to him on the bed. “Yes really, Richie totally likes you. Now, what are we going to do about it?”
“You don’t get it Stan! I can see him now- all 5’6 of his gorgeousness is being beamed directly into my head!” Richie cried, dramatically falling onto Stan’s bed. “I never had a chance with him. How has he not been swept off his feet already? He’s a pocket sized Greek god. Especially with those thighs? Fuck!” He threw a hand over his head. “My life is over. There’s no way he won’t figure out how I feel now.”
Stan watched his antics, arms crossed. “Richie, shut up. It’s Eddie, he’s used to you being all over him. Nothing’s changed.”
“Everything’s changed!” Richie leapt up, shaking Stan’s shoulders. “Don’t you get it? I couldn’t stop staring at him this morning. He was rambling about his trains and I was staring at his perfect pores. Like some lecher. I can’t do this. I’m going back to glasses.”
“Don’t you dare.” Stan said, pointing a finger at him. “I did not spend an hour on the phone listening to you freak out about touching your eyes to have you go back to glasses right away.”
“But Stannnn,” He whined. “Even this morning, he was having a panic attack and all I could think about was smashing my lips to his until I sucked the anxiety out!” He thought back to this morning, to Eddie dropping his bag and then starting to hyperventilate. He had no idea what caused the attack but he had moved in immediately, grabbing Eddie and trying to help. Of course, that meant he was closer to those perfect lips and big brown eyes. Every part of Eddie was distracting, the only reason he hadn’t seen it before was because of his constantly scratched glasses. “I don’t know what I’m going to do! I have been bested by my one sided crush!”
Stan rolled his eyes, staring at Richie. “Richie you dumbass. Eddie likes you too.” He stepped back, out of Richie’s grip and looked at him straight on. “Now, what are we going to do about it?”
what do you think of an au where richie is part of a boyband with a target audience of preteens and teens, so when eddie develops a crush on him and starts stanning the band, hes super embarrassed by it?
So I might’ve definitely changed everything about this… I’m so sorry…. I had an idea and I started rolling with it fuck–
The Ugly Chaps were a new age modern rock band that people were really hyping up for some reason, right? It seemed like another shitty boy band that would be popular for a year, but would eventually die out. But they didn’t– unfortunately for Eddie. Working in a vintage record shop became draining when he only ever got questions like “Do you have records by the Ugly Chaps?” or “Do you know when their first album’s gonna be here?”, “Do you have Ugly Chap merch?”
“Why do you dislike them so much?” Beverly asked during their lunch break one evening.
Eddie popped another french fry into his mouth and grunted, deleting messages on his social media accounts of his friends sending him videos from “The Ugly Chaps debut concert!!!” so fucking annoying. “Bev, they’re just another boy band. An annoying one, too.”
“You haven’t even heard them play yet– you might actually like them. They aren’t my scene.”
“What genre are they anyway?”
“That’s sort of the thing…” Beverly trailed off, looking down at her phone to pull up an article for Eddie. “According to Music MVE? It says that they don’t believe in genre and would rather focus on feeling.” Eddie snorted.
“So they’re shit– that proves my point.”
It went on like that. Eddie would avoid everything he could on his social media, he would ignore customers when questioned about the bands records, and he never once listened to them.
Until they coincidentally had a surprise showing at his favorite bar. What was his favorite bar. He sat down, curled up in the back as he sipped on his drink. His night spoiled by the sudden rumors that:
“the ugly chaps are here!”
“do you think they’re going to play something?”
“they were talking to the bartender! i think they are!”
“this is so exciting!”
Eddie rolled his eyes and sat up in his seat. He knew this was inevitable, but he didn’t think being forced to listen to a shitty boy band would be sprung on him so suddenly. He figured he would end up listening to their trashy music alone at home while he was nursing a beer. He walked up to the bar and ordered another drink, ignoring the way he was pushed and shoved by as people moved up to the respectable stage they had in the far corner of the bar. The lights dimmed, and Eddie knew it was time to listen to garbage.
“Hey! I’m Richie Tozier and we are The Ugly Chaps!” A roar of screams sounded through the crowd. And Richie laughed through the mic. Eddie’s eyes flickered over to him, and he felt a sudden pull for some reason. “I guess we’re gonna sing Richie’s Midnight Spacemen– since that’s what made us so famous here a year ago!”
When they began singing the song, Eddie could feel his face flushing a bright red, memories rushing back to him of this nostalgic song that he couldn’t quite place forcing itself through his skull. This song that Eddie had drunkenly danced along to in that very bar, laughing and twirling around while a curly haired stranger sang to him. He sat up suddenly, downing the rest of his drink before he was squeezing through throngs of people to escape whatever that feeling was.
“Eddie? Hey, Eds!” came a shout from the stage, with the music still playing with such vivacity it left Eddie’s head swimming. Everyone turned back to face Eddie where he was, and he couldn’t help but back away, shaking his head and slipping out of the entrance of the bar before running off wherever he could.
I’ll meet you in the meadow.
WHAT IS THIS BASED OFF OF
So I’m going.
Last and first kiss on the battle field.
Based on this
- Richie is a famous Actor/Comedian/Writer, well known for starring in Saturday Night Live and hosting his own ‘Roasting’ Show. He’s also written Fictional novels and an autobiography.
- He has a lot of money, and he is very popular amongst the ladies. So much that he gets wedding invitations in his fan mail.
- He always tells whoever gets the invitation to send out a present, something nice, but sometimes he makes an appearance. It’s always random.
- One Saturday night, he decides to show up at the wedding reception of Benjamin Hanscom and Beverly Marsh at a high end hotel in New York.
- When he gets there he holds up the invitation and walks in, heading straight for the bar. He tries to remain as neutral as possible, last thing he needs is to take the attention away from the bride.
- So he gets to the bar and orders a whisky and turns his head to the side. He almost chokes on his drink because sitting next to him is the most beautiful human being Richie has ever seen.
- He’s shorter than him, maybe around 5’4 and he’s dressed in a fancy suit, clearly a member of the wedding party.
- For the first time in years, Richie is actually nervous to say something, he’s somewhat star struck.
- That is until the stranger pipes up with, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.
- Richie laughs and that’s their conversation starter. He finds out the cute strangers name is Eddie and he is the bride’s best friend.
- Eddie doesn’t seem to be affected by Richie’s presence, which makes him all the more special.
- That’s when people start noticing him, and asking for pictures. Richie keeps apologising to Eddie and when he finally gets the chance to explain Eddie just laughs.
- “Oh I thought you were a cousin of Ben’s or something. Now I get it. Bev loves you.”
- Richie swears he’s staring at Eddie with literal heart eyes. He asks if Eddie’s seen any of his work, just on the off chance.
- Turns out Eddie hasn’t, because of his long ass shifts at the hospital, where he works as a doctor on the children’s ward.
- He explains that because of lack of funds, they are seriously understaffed, so if Eddie doesn’t work then they are basically screwed.
- Richie stores this information in the back of his mind for later.
- Then he asks Eddie to dance and they make their way over to the dance floor.
- It’s clear to anyone with eyes that they have a lot of chemistry.
- After the dance, they’re approached by Bev, who gets her picture taken with Richie and then pulls Eddie to the side.
- “Eddie! You getting with him tonight will be the best wedding gift you can give me! You need to get out there and date and there are literal fireworks exploding from the two of you.”
- When Eddie was talking to Bev though, Richie got a call asking him to come in for a late taping of SNL, so he leaves Eddie his number and leaves a little sad.
- Eddie comes back and the bartender gives him his number. But will Eddie call or not?
TBC!
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me? making up for the fact that i haven’t posted in eons? whaaaat?
Yep, people think he’s beck oliver when in reality he’s robert shapiro at best
rare picture of fanon richie and canon richie standing side by side
Oh my fuckING GOD WHERE IS THE LIE
