#Sydinastan

[barclaysangel]

Sydinastan

Inspired by this!

[favoriteliar-archive]

i know homecoming is lame but maybe we can be lame together

[charmix]

[thesydneynovak]

First Kiss (Sydney x fem!Reader)

Tonight Sydney invited me over, of course, as we have been dating for about three weeks now- it would be fitting that I finally got to see the inside of her house. This will be our fourth date, which is a huge step for both of us. 

As I walk into her house, Syd opening the door for me and Liam eagerly waiting to say hey, I notice that her mom isn’t home. That’s not unusual, but I figured she would at least be back by 7pm. 

Liam sat me down on the couch and went on about some of the tv shows he’s watched since he last seen me. I can listen to that kid ramble all the time, but right now i have something else on my mind. 

“Hey, Syd, can you show me your room,” I say as Liam is looking around in the kitchen for something to eat. Syd takes me by the hand and leads the way, closing the door behind us. She leans in for a hug, her head resting on top of mine, my arms around her waist. This felt like a dream- so incredibly comfortable. 

I grab her laptop from her backpack and slide underneath her comforter, patting the empty space beside me to coax her to lay with me. Of course she accepts, and soon enough we get cozy while watching her favorite TV show. I’ve noticed that her hands like to wander, she hates staying still. She cant do it for the life of her. Her hands constantly find themselves draped over my stomach, hips, or neck. Her legs are always enveloped into mine, or vice versa. She’s so comfortable and warm, I could go to sleep right here. 

“(y/n), look at me,” she whispers.

As I turn my head to look at her, she kisses me, a little violently, not that I’m complaining. We both pull away, I think in a mixture of shock and greed, but we quickly go back in. 

Her mouth moving against mine, her body making its way on top of me. She grabs my hips and pushes them down, completely taking control. I try to bring my hand to her cheek, but she just pins my wrists down. Her hand makes its way down to my stomach, right above my pants, as she starts to fiddle with the zipper. As our breathing becomes labored and we become too close for our own good, we hear Liam’s footsteps coming closer to the door. Syd throws herself down quickly and we pretend to watch the movie. 

“Hey (y/n)!” He looks towards Syd, “do we have anything to eat in this house?” 

“No, Goob, let’s all head to the store, it’s only a short walk.” 

Syd climbs over me to get to the edge of the bed, smiles, and is on her way, grabbing my arm to drag me out of the bed. 

Liam looks at my slightly disheveled hair, ‘What were you guys doing anyways?” 

[reddiesetspn]

I miss ianowt! I miss stan, I miss sydney, I miss dina! I miss their dynamics and their relationships! I miss their storyline’s and their personalities! I miss the show and I want my season two right now!!

[derrybarryblock]

i am not okay with how cute these repressed gay teens are,,,

[sunshinewalters]

sydinastan. thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

[bigestink]

Can i just say, and feel free to add ur own thoughts, but if stan, syd, and dina were all in one relationship. I am a firm believer that stan would be like the baby. Like yea he's chaotic and goofy but? Between him, dina, and syd, he would sooo be the baby of the group. Like sure, syd can by shy and has anxiety about her powers and stuff but i feel like she so would be more dominant in the relationship??? Also dina. Just a queen. A literal goddess. She's definitely the one who "wears the pants" so to speak. Thank you, good day, pls add ur own thoughts

[i-eat-bread-and-cry-on-the-floor]

Bitches be arguing about Sydstan vs. Sydina vs. Sydinastan.

We all know Stina (StanxDina) is superior. Goodnight.

[barclaysangel]

Stan: So, Syd, when’d you get your driver’s license?

Syd: My what?

Dina: *in the backseat* I need to get out of this car.

[favoriteliar-archive]

sydinastan + smiling

[dollsulli]

just thinking. about sydinastan band au.

[ick-ick-bick]

maybe......all three of them.....are bi

[thesydneynovak]

What if it Lasted? (Sydney x Dina) (Dina’s POV)

Dear Diary, 

I cant lie to myself, I have always had a small crush on Sydney. In a small town like this, everyone is close-minded and homophobic. After Brad, I can’t afford to have my reputation drug through the mud anymore. But at this point, I’m beginning not to really care. We’re teenagers, soon we'll be grown and we will be able to move away from this shitty town and won’t have to worry about what anyone has to say about us and our choices. Maybe our reputations don’t matter as much as I thought. 

When Syd told me that she lost her virginity to Stanley, at first I really didn’t care that much. I was happy for her, until I saw her expression and her body language when she was talking about it. She wasn’t as happy about it as she was putting on. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it wasn’t that I wasn’t happy for her, it was that I was jealous. Not jealous of Sydney, but I was jealous of Stanley. I’ve always had an underlying feeling for girls specifically, I didn’t really put much thought into it until i met Syd. 

Tonight, I am coming to my boyfriend’s party with Syd. As much as I hate to do it, I think I am going to break up with him. It’s not that I don’t like him, it’s just that I can’t get Syd out of my mind. I need to do some more thinking before i settle down into anything too serious. I’ll continue writing later, but for now Syd is here and we have to get ready. 

The party went a lot better than I had imagined. I did break up with Brad, it didn’t go so well, he took his jacket back and I was left on the bed, crying and confused. Until Syd came into the room looking for me. She laid down beside me, tried to make light of the situation to make me feel better, but to no avail, that didn’t work. It didn’t work until she kissed me. I wish it would have happened sooner, tonight was the happiest I have been in forever. She makes me feel whole. There is something about her, I’m not sure what, but she is much different compared to anyone else I have ever laid eyes on. Now, I have to think about how to ask her to homecoming. 

[sarah-snook]

36 + stanpat 🥺

↬“Is that my shirt?”

mmmm this is prob gonna flop bc it’s 1am and also unbeta’d but like yolo

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Patty groaned as she began to stir awake, blindly reaching for a pillow to put over her head. She could hear noise coming from the kitchen and, without even opening her eyes to check the time, knew it was too goddamn early to be awake. Before she could ask herself who could possibly be making so much noise, she remembered what had happened last night. 

Stan had spent the night for the first time. They had gone on a date last night, one of many over the course of the semester since they had met at a frat party. It was a simple dinner and a movie situation that turned into an ice cream nightcap at her place. They had talked about the movie they had seen, laughing at how cheesy it had been and ranting about scenes that hadn’t made any sense. It was one of the best dates she’d ever had.

Patty smiled at that, realizing that she’d said that about every date she’d been on with Stan so far. Yet, it was true. Stanley Uris was not only kind and sweet, but someone Patty could imagine sharing a future with. He always made her laugh and every conversation they had fascinated her. He was opinionated, but also eager to hear her thoughts as well. He opened doors for her and always offered to pay for things, but also let her pay when she insisted on it. He never pressured her into anything and always asked her for permission before holding her hand or kissing her.

She giggled, burying her face into the soft sheets of her bed in an attempt to hide her blush. Thinking about Stan always turned her into a giggling, blushing mess. It was as if she’d never had a crush before Stan. This was different though, way more than a simple crush. Patty was in love. The kind of love where all you think about is the next time you’ll see the person you’re so gone on. The kind of love where you think about whether they’ve eaten or if they’re happy. The kind of love where you imagine a future where one day, you’ll wake up with them next to you every day, and not just when you accidentally spill ice cream all over their shirt.

Patty groaned at this, remembering how embarrassed she’d been when she tripped and dumped her cone of ice cream all over Stan. He had laughed it off, assuring her it was no big deal, as he began to stand up and head towards her bathroom. She covered her eyes as he began to take his shirt off, gasping as she turned away from the door and chanting “I’m sorry” over and over again. 

Stan had laughed, telling her it was no big deal. After all, they’d been dating for almost a whole semester now. Patty blushed, not wanting to admit that the only time she’d ever seen a guy shirtless was when she went to the pool. That she’d never seen a guy she’d been dating shirtless because none of her relationships had gone past the making out stage.

She had admitted that to him last night, and he’d been apologetic for laughing at her. That only made Patty fall a little more in love with him. When she had offered to let him stay the night, they had both been surprised. She could see the blush begin to bloom across his cheeks and knew that her face was probably just as red as his was beginning to turn. Patty never made the first move. She always let Stan ask her if something was okay before eagerly agreeing.

Despite the offer coming off as suggestive, all they ended up doing was making out and falling asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. There would be time for more later. Besides, she wasn’t prepared with the…proper items to go any further than some kissing and groping. She knew that was perfectly fine with Stan, could feel that they were on the same page regarding their future together.

As she began to get up, stretching her arms over her head as she yawned, she thought about how it might be a good idea to get some condoms for when they finally did more than literally sleep together. Now that he’d stayed the night, it would happen eventually, and honestly, she couldn’t fucking wait. She walked towards the kitchen, ready to make a joke about how loud Stan was being when she choked out a laugh instead.

“Is that my shirt?”

Stan jumped, quickly setting down the mug he had been filling with coffee as he turned around to face her. He was blushing as he began to laugh nervously. 

“Y-yeah it is. Sorry, my shirt was still damp when I went to get it from the dryer and I didn’t want your roommates to see me shirtless so…”

He pulled at the shirt he had on, a black t-shirt with cats wearing sunglasses on it that she had gotten on a whim while out drunk with Richie. She eyed him, attempting not to laugh but couldn’t help it, covering her mouth as she began to laugh at the sight in front of her.

“God, I need to get my phone this is amazing!”

She began to rush back to her room, eager to get her phone and take a picture of Stan to send to Richie. He’d definitely get a laugh out of it. She could hear Stan following behind her, and sped up.

“Don’t you dare! I’ll never live this down if Richie sees me in this shirt.”

He caught up to her as she was about to get her phone, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down onto the bed with him. They both laughed as they began to wrestle, attempting to get the upper hand on one another. Stan suddenly paused, leaning in to kiss her. Once their lips met, nothing else mattered to Patty. She kissed him back eagerly, phone forgotten on the bedside table. 

“You’re a little cheater. Using my love for you against me.”

“I love you too Patty Cake”

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[biggestc4tl0v3r]

A BuddingRomance

The bell rang overhead, sound lingering as the door was closed behind the intruder. Richies nose was red, cokebottle lensed glasses steaming up at the sudden damp warm the shop provided, it was like a large greenhouse.

The walls and shelves were filled with ferns, flowers and shit he couldn’t name. It was like some tropical forest, or something! His lips twitched up into a grin, Ivory teeth on show as he tried to navigate his way through.

“Hello? Anyone around?”

His voice called out, rebounding from the walls and seeming almost muted. The air was wet and dense, heavy with an earthy scent, like a muddy river bank or a farm in April. It was familiar, so very familiar, yet the memory was fuzzy and out of his grasp.

He continued to search for another person within the shop, eyes focusing on a scrawny, tall man behind a counter. His stomach flipped and his heart ached, eyes widening as he watched closely.

Tall, lean, sharp features and cold grey eyes that seemed so focused but so far away, as if In another world. His skin was pale and speckled with almost as pale freckles that barely stood out. Small, dotted scars along the edge of his face, evenly spaced, precise. His heart swelled with an overwhelming feeling he didn’t know, face heating up the longer he stared.

His name tag read ‘Stanley’.

Richie's heart fluttered, his smile dopey and wide. For some reason, seeing this stranger had overwhelmed him with.. something he didn’t know. But he knew he had felt it before, a long while ago.

He began to search the shelves, smiling at the many flowers he brushed past, fingers gently stroking the silky petals of an almost golden flower. He wondered if His mom would like it, she was a very traditional and simple lady.

His mind began to wander as he stroked the flowers, a soft hum escaping his throat as his mind wandered back to the boy at the counter. Stanley, the name would roll off his tongue as if it was natural, as if he had done it all his life. He was attractive, really fucking attractive. But Rich knew better than to approach; he’d just make a fool of himself. It wouldn’t be a first, but it wouldn’t be exactly truthful to say Richie didn’t imagine an interaction. He had even considered some pick up lines he could use on the florist.

“I may be picking flowers, but I’d rather be picking you.”

He let out a small chuckle, his voice barely above a whisper. Was it his best? No. Was it good? No. Would it stop him making another? Fuck no.

“If I had a garden, I’d put our two lips together-“

He laughed again, nose wrinkling as he grinned at his own, shitty jokes. They weren’t funny to anyone but him, most likely, but he liked them. That’s all that mattered. He let out a snort, thinking of an even better one.

“Melons are fat, my ass is too, so why don’t you let me sleep with-“

“Hello.”

The interruption was out of the blue, such a surprise that he jumped, hand knocking aside the flower and its pot that he had just been admiring. He spun on his heel, eyes looking up as they met the gaze of the man. Of Stanley. He cleared his throat, face a bright red as he tried to figure out what he should say.

“I uh.. uh I um… yo dudeeee-“

His voice was strained and very clearly panicked, heart thumping in his chest and throat, blocking his airways; suffocating him. Richie didn’t move his eyes from Stanley, hands fumbling to stand the plant he had tipped. He pulled his hands back after he accomplished his tasks, wiping the damp dirt onto his shirt. Stanley watched him, his cold eyes unforgiving but his smile sly, curled upwards in the corners and his lips pulled thin. It made the Boy with the buck teeth weak at the knees.

“How may I help you, sir?”

His voice was as harsh as his gaze and it took Richie a moment to understand, heart throbbing and chest tight. Stanley had reduced him to putty in just seven words, but he couldn’t complain. He wanted to hear everything he had to say, every word in every language, his voice was wonderful. A godsend, really.

“I’m uh.. looking for some flowers. For my mom. For her birthday. Tomorrow. Yeah-“

He felt stupid, more so than usual. He didn’t even know the guy but Richie felt so helpless with him staring with those cold eyes. He seemed amused, watching Richie flustered and unable to form proper sentences. Who could blame him? It was quite funny.

“Alright. Let’s have a look, shall we?”

The rest of the morning was spent with Stan at Richie’s side, eyes fixating on the plants that lined the shelves. As time moved on, it grew easier to be around him - Rich had even managed to make conversation. He spoke about his talk show, about his parents, he felt as if he could discuss anything with stan. He felt as if he had known stan for his whole life. But of course, he hadn’t. He’d never met Stan before and if he had, he would’ve remembered. How could he ever forget?

The bouquet was placed in his hands, Stans fingers lingering against his own for longer than need be. Warmth radiated through Richie at the simple and brief touch, heart aching as he knew he had to leave.

“Catch ya later, staniel!”

“My name is Stanley.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. See you later...”

He turned on his heels, chest heavy with a longing he shouldn’t feel. He left the shop, bell chiming cut off as the door closed, the cold afternoon air engulfing him one again. Yet, his eyes caught on the tag, the ink smudges looking out of place. He brought it closer, reading the neat text, the breath being knocked from his lungs in one large, foggy huff.

‘xxxx-xxxx. Give me a call sometime, Richard. Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer ♡’