#ahh i was practicing expressions and im really happy with his face :"D

[jojothembo]

Love Galore (La Squadra x Reader)

so im back this is probably gonna be a hot mess but happy new year!

TW: sexual content nsfw under the cut, gangbang, orgy, slapping, slight dacryphilia, mentions of breeding (still gender neutral), face fucking, oral, creampie

“Ah, they’re playing hard to get how cute”. illuso taunted you, he twisted your nipples as Formaggio spread your legs. You were pressed onto the couch Surrounded by a huddle of hungry men as they decided who would get the first pick. The sunken living room of the new base proved quite helpful for “team meetings”. The fireplace behind the couch washed your body in a warm yellow glow as your associates began undressing you. 

“Well, I guess if we’re already here I might as well start.

With that Formaggio pulled you into a kiss as he pressed and kneaded your thighs. you wrap your arms around his neck giving you something to hold on to. You could still feel Illuso behind you twisting and tugging at your chest, growing impatient with the man on top of you. 

“No time to get shy sugar” Formaggio teases against your neck, sliding one hand down to unzip his pants. Your breath began to hitch as the man behind you started kissing down your neck, you hardly had half a mind to feel Formaggio press the tip of his cock against your entrance. Your eyes meet his as he strokes your cheek and pushes into you. A soft moan escapes your lips causing you to turn your eyes from your room of assassins ready to defile you. 

Formaggio began pressing his hips into yours folding you up into the couch losing himself in the sensation of fucking you for show. You couldn’t hold back your volume as his movements became rougher. You moaned his name as he 

“Ah! Nico!”

Hearing you say his name just fueled the fire inside of him. He fucked you into the sofa causing your legs to shake and tremble with each thrust, Formaggio leans back and wraps his hand around your throat. 

“Too. Fucking. Tight ah! Fucking christ honey!”

His hips snapped up into you as illuso finally grew tired of his position behind you. He hopped the wrap-around couch of the conversation pit 

And gripped your jaw towards him watching you and your curves being pushed onto the sofa. 

“How about you and I give them a real show?” 

Illuso runs his fingers up Formaggio’s back causing him to buck his hips up one last time as he shot him inside you, spilling his cum inside of. Formaggio glares at Illuso as he zips up his pants 

“Not fucking cool man.” 

Illuso snickers before grabbing your arm and drags you to the coffee table before illuso could grab hold of you, slamming your face down on the chilled varnished cherry wood. You can feel the prying eyes in the sunken living room. The warm low lighting on your flushed skin as you felt a hand grip your jaw.

“Hey, Prosciutto Hold them down for me.” excitement brushed up inside of you as you heard Prosciutto's footsteps circle the table. You glanced through your peripheral as he pushed your plush thigh to your chest folding you up to get a better look.

“You're a goddamn mess, looks like we’re gonna have to whip you into shape .”

You tried to shift your face towards Prosciutto until you feel Illuso’s fingers grip the sides of your throat 

“Eyes on me baby.” 

Your eyes lock with his zipper, slowly unzipping his pants, anticipation building in your stomach being tugged and roughed up between two hitmen in heat. Prosciutto rushing to unbutton his pants, illuso wasting no time preparing your mouth pumping his cock with his free hand as he ran his thumb over your lips.

“You can take both of us can’t you?” with that you felt Prosciutto spit on your hole prying you open with his thumb before pressing the tip of his cock inside you. You whimper at the sensation of being filled again, hardly having half a mind to notice Illuso’s cock being pressed in between your lips, he smacks your cheek and pushes inside the warmth of your mouth causing you to choke around the base of it. 

“That’s right take it all honey.” Illuso practically groans your name as he fucks your mouth, prosciutto grabbing your hips practically slamming his cock inside of you. You tried to steady yourself on the table between both bodies  Prosciutto places his hand on your tummy to fell the growing bulge as he fucked you

“Do you feel me cara?” he begged for a response by picking up the pace, slamming your body down on his cock as you tried to keep steady sucking off Illuso. Tossed up and down, back and forth between the two of them as you notice another body closing in. out of the corner of your eye you can see the brush of lavender hair peak into your vision, caught up in table-top debauchery. He palmed his growing erection through his bodysuit.

“Don’t mind me, dearest, I want you when your full and ready.” Melone licks his lips at the sight of your fucked out blushing expression, Prosciutto scoffed at Melone as he continues fucking in to at a vigorous pace, his hand came down on your thigh causing you to jolt again. 

“You got it bad for me don’t you, you fucking whore.” his hand came down striking your chest causing you to yelp around Illuso’s cock.the vibration of your mouth sent shivers down Illuso’s spine as he let his cock hit the back of your throat. Every time you choked around him prosciutto could feel you grip and tense around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm. Melone finally gave in to his instincts, stripping off his clothes in record time. Boldness is what took over your mind as you try to reach for Melone’s cock, drunk of voyeuristic sex, ready to be used. Melone melted into the grip of your hand as you felt your body reach full occupancy, you could here much he was enjoying it. 

“Would you look at that, so eager for me already~” a blush blankets your face as your body tries it's hardest to move in time with the men hovering over you. Melone grabs your wrist leading your hand up and down his cock “touch me all you like deary~” with that you begin to stroke the base of his cock, jerking his length out of rhythm as Prosciutto cums inside you without warning, your legs twitching as he snapped his hips hard against you, watching the small strands of blonde hair plaster his forehead above you

“Take it,

“Such a good little slut for us aren't you bunny~” Illuso snaps his hips into your mouth, gripping your jaw as he empties his cum in your mouth. Both of your teammates pulled out of your used body. Watching over you in depraved Melone slips your hand off his cock and pins your wrist down on the table”looks like there’s room for two on here”  he practically pounces on top of you, caging you in with his body. He scooped you up onto his lap and started kissing down your disheveled body, taking your vulnerable state into consideration as he began to wrap your arms around his neck. “This way I can really feel you amore.” Your hand held onto his back. your moans became messy and broken as he tried to  “puzzle-piece” your fucked out body unto his dick .He Pressed the tip against your sex, agonisingly slow before pushing inside you your nerves felt like firecrackers as he bottomed out “Melone ah!” you wailed as he moved your hips down onto his cock, your slick allowing him to stroke off inside you, pulsing and gushing around the right curve of his cock. His pace was methodical yet unpredictable as he watched your legs sputter.

” filled to the brim with cum, you feel like a fucking dream!” He fucked up into you making you grip for dear life moaning and whining as he rocked his hips “Ah di molto darling, hmm keep me inside you ah! Fuck!”.Melone’s movements were smooth and deep, thrusting into you with deep fluid motion. Kneading your thighs, his hands moved up and pressed into your back as he lowered you down onto the coffee table, he kept you legs folded on either side of him , letting your ankles meet your elbows as he arched your back, he pulled your hips in to his, plunging his cock full force inside of your sex, clenching your heat around his shaft as he buried himself inside of you.“

“Don’t struggle -Ah!God I could knock you up if I wanted to deary~!”

Melone pressed his hands into your hips 

“So young, so fertile, I don’t care how honey, it’s about time you let me fill you with a baby~!”

His words were dripping with sex as he continued to fold your body back into the fucking of a lifetime” your mind was slipping in and out of reality as you noticed two bodies approach the coffee table 

As Melone bucked his hips you pulsed around his cock on the brink of climax, the heat rushing through your body right to your sex “your gonna cum for me aren’t you! Ah go ahead please Deary Ahh~” the tension in your core was seething hot, begging for release making you shamelessly desperate, letting prying eyes size you up and down. That’s all you were at that moment. A vessel for someone to feel pleasure. Hollowed out by moans and praises

Melone’s movements were smooth and deep, thrusting into you with deep fluid motion. Kneading your thighs, hands pressed behind you as he lowered you back down onto the coffee table, letting your ankles meet your elbows. Melone plunging his cock full force inside of your sex, clenching your heat around his shaft as he stroked himself inside of you.

“Don’t struggle -Ah!, God I could knock you up if I wanted to deary~!”

“So young, so fertile, I don’t care how honey, it’s about time you let me fill you with a baby~!”

His words were dripping with sex as he continued to fold your body back into the fucking of a lifetime orgasm crashed over your body in waves as Melone filled your body with his cum, his head fell back slowly pushing you off of his cock watching you spill out in the glossy low light.

Melone turned his attention to the couch again 

“I think they might need a minute before taking another participant~”

“That it!” All you heard was someone shouting across the sunken living room, you were still hazy with satisfaction .you feel your limp body get pulled across the table and hauled over Ghiaccio’s shoulder. He threw you back down on your knees tilting your head up towards him.

“You wanna act like a slut you’ll get treated like one” he struck your cheek before unzipping his  pants, starting to pump his hardens cock, you started to drag your young song the upward curve beginning to suck down the tip. He began pushing your head up and down at a punishing pace, slamming the back of your throat. You felt helpless as he used your mouth, watching you gag and choke. “I wanna here you cry” Ghiaccio pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, still holding your hair in his fist pulling you on all fours, facing away from him. He gripes you by your elbows pulling you up on your feet,your knees felt like giving out mad he pressed his cock against your entrance, pulling you into his cock by your arms, you started wailing and crying as he fucked you. You felt your knees tremble and shake every time he speed up abusing your sex from this angle, “I think you can be a little louder for me can’t you?” With that Ghiaccio warped his hands around your neck to leverage you on his cock causing you to let out a strained squeak of pleasure as you started pour out onto his cock, letting your comrade’s cum spill down your thighs while getting fucked. Ghiaccio was jackhammering into your as you sex continued to leak, his hips snapped behind you one more time as he emptied his cum inside you. 

your mind was slipping in and out of as you noticed two bodies approach your body, still propped up on Ghiaccio’s cock . Sorbet and Gelato peering over your body as Ghiaccio finally let your body collapse,sprawled out on the shag carpet, the sheen layer of sweat covering your body as you scan the men above you. You notice a twitch in Gelato’s knees, sorbet with his hand in his pocket. I’d didn’t take long for you to know what was going on. “Oh we’re about to have so much fun with you.” Sorbet pulls his hand out of his pocket to reveal a small black remote pressing the button causing gelato to moan. “He’s very excited to play with you.” He tilted your face up to look at him grabbing a fistful of your hair and walked you back to the coffee table, he sat on the edge of it as you felt gelato come up behind you.

you turn your attention back to Sorbet and his jet black hair, and deep fierce eyes he was was already enjoying this. “He’s going to fuck your while I use your mouth sound good?” Before you could respond, Gelato was positioned Behind you, you heard sorbet unzip his pants. He placed his hand on The back of your head as you settled on your hands and knees between them. Sorbet guided your lips to the tip of his cock as you felt Gelato’s hands wander up and down your body, sorbet pressed the button on his remote causing gelato’s knees to cave in, his cock hard against your ass. “Start fucking them, I wanna know how they feel~” you here the sound of a belt unbuckle as gelato positions himself behind you. Coating his tip with the residual slick of your hole as Sorbet fucked your face. As gelato was pushing into you you could feel a low vibration as he pushed you down in the base of his cock which pulsed in between your hips backing just into his, you let out a moan around sobers cock any time the Gelato’s vibe hit against you at the right moment, your we’re being pulled back and forth between the two as Gelato became desperate to leave inside you, sorbet taunted the both of you from above “your taking the both of us so well, tell me how they feel, do they feel nice” 

“Ah ha!- so tight- hmm! They feel so good!” Your mind was going blank as you were pumped full of cum in both ends watching the both of them exit you. There was a stillness in the room as you heard footsteps behind you. 

“You didn’t think you were done did you” Risotto’s deep honeyd voice dripped from above you.all he had to do was snap his fingers and you turned in your knees following him over to the fireplace again. Risotto rested your head between his thighs. You felt his cock through his signature striped pants,looking up with pleading eyes.

“Go on now.” You unzip his pants, eying his impressive length, running your hand up the pierced shaft, you count six rungs of a silver Jacob's ladder leading up to the tip.

 “I think you're more than ready.”

He grabs your wrist pulling you up on the couch, using his other hand to grip your waist, turning you around with your back on his broad chest. Your eyes hang low from exhaustion as Risotto locked you in a full nelson with your legs folded behind your head, forcing you to look down as his heavy, pierced cock. You dripped down the tip of his cock coating the tip with your less that decent display of “teamwork”

“your such a good little slut for your capo~” he starts pressing the head of his cock inside you causing you to whimper as he stretched you out. You legs twitched with in the constraint of the position, you felt like you were gonna break as you noticed the bulge in your stomach, griping and mewling as he began to move you up and down his shaft, the sensation of the silver bars rubbing inside of you as Risottos thick cock pounded you into a full break, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you screamed and moaned “ Ah! Fuck me capo! Keep fucking me please!”

Just before you cum he slams you down on his length one last time, “that's right beg for my cock beg for your capo.” making you scream and moan from all the overstimulation. You wanted him to ruin you. “Who else fucks you like this”

“Who owns you?” His hips buck one last time watching the bulge in your tummy expand being filled with your capo’s cum 

Thoroughly fucked and strung out, your cheek still pressed into the table. just as you feel your eyelids flutter shut Risotto’s fingers traced gentle circles down your spine, Risotto’s touch  caused goosebumps that ran in waves. He scooped you up in his arms. As everyone started to complain.

[svnaslove]

flustered.

summary: y/n trying to get s/o flustered

genre: fluff + suggestive

characters: akaashi keiji, kenma kozume

part II | part III

it very lowkey kinda pissed you off

he could always make you such a stuttering mess, even after dating for about 5 months now, akaashi can make you blush and flustered whenever he pleased

you had made so many attempts lately to try to see even the slightest of a tint on his cheeks but it just never worked?? IS HE HUMAN??

it was not a question of whether he loved you, he told you and showed just how much he loved you everyday, you knew how much he loved you

but you just wanted to nudge him a lil to see him stutter just once

so you started racking that brain

akaashi didn’t really do much PDA, it’s not that he didn’t feel comfortable with it really since you guys would do it a lil here and there, it was more like he just didn’t think much to do it since you two were always together anyways, how you are always cuddled up in private

so you just assumed this was your best shot at flustering him since it’s not something he was used to

ngl you’re not used to it either but you were willing to sacrifice whatever just to be able to tease him

you had waited for the perfect time, you were sat in the bleachers of the gym, watching the volleyball practice develop

you intently watched as the practice match went on of the Fukurodani team split in half, one half on one side of the court and the other half in the other

even though you watched his every move, you held back on your cheering, even though you cheered loudly every time you saw Keiji play 

this is how it was going to start

you were going to confuse him a bit, he wasn’t a whiner but you could tell that deep down he was getting a little whiny to not hear his s/o’s yells and yips of love for the setter

the match had ended, concluding the practice for the day

you half jogged over to Akaashi who was still surrounded by his teammates, a huge smile branded on your face.

“you did amazing baby!” you yipped to Akaashi who smiled softly. 

“thank you, you were kinda quiet today though, why weren’t you cheering?” he pouted slightly, you could tell that the way you held back on his best moments had downed him a little. you almost felt a little guilty but you had to go on with your plan.

you raised your voice slightly higher than the rest of the team, a tone where it wasn’t too loud, but it wasn’t too quiet either, one where everyone would hear the soft voice and not think you were doing it on purpose.

you looked down and up and your finger curled around the band of Akaashi’s volleyball shorts and tugged so he became closer to you. you already felt him start to stiffen at the sudden difference in your movement.

“i was being kinda quiet and had dialed back on the cheering because uhm... im a little needy Keiji” you said looking up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Akaashi’s expression went from a pout, to a confused expression to panic as your words settled in and he understood what they meant. when he realized that you had said it just loud enough for the rest of the team to hear you and that you two were a little too close and your index finger was still tangled around his band of his shorts he immediately turned red.

“woah, get it Akaashi!” yelled Konoha laughing at the state of his setter, how his calm and cool demeanor had totally been shattered and now instead his face was fully covered by a deep blush and his eyes were widened at the embarassment. the team mates around him started chuckling slightly.

“hEY HEY HEY, AKAASHI IS GETTING SOME TONIGHT”

i don’t even have to tell you who said that.

you know who said that.

and that was the final straw of Akaashi’s panic.

He grabbed your wrist, tugging your hands from his volleyball shorts and speed walked as fast as he could to get yourself and himself out of that gym as soon as possible.

“y/n w-why did you d-do that” he asked stuttering over himself.

this was a sight to behold, you had never thought you could get Akaashi to loose his cool that much.

“Awee sorry baby i’ve just never seen you get flustered.” you replied feeling a tinge of guilt at his current state, wrapping your arms around him.

“what do you mean you never see me get flustered?” he asked confused.

now it was your turn to be confused, you looked up at him with your head tilted to the side.

“babe, i get flustered by you like ten million times a day, im just better at hiding it then you” he laughed at your bewildered look.

“you do ?!?$@%$#*”

okay okay, you’ve seen him get blushy one (1) time, and that’s it

but you just could never get over the pretty sight of him shying away from you and you were always dying to see it again, it was just so cute

so your started thinking

what can i do to kenma’s eyes to pay his upmost attention to me just enough to get him blushy again?

it clicked

you were always just wearing hella baggy clothes

no matter where you went, to the store, uni, hanging out with friends, shopping, the theatre, at home

always

since you and kenma just started dating you realized he had never really seen you without your baggy clothes and with just tighter fitting clothes

it’s not that you were insecure of your body, you just felt more comfy with baggy clothes, but it was fun to wear fitting clothes here and there

so one day you and kenma were going to go out together on a little date, just walking around and have a little lunch

one thing was already working out, kenma never brought his games when you two were going out together, so you knew getting his attention wouldn’t be hard at all

you chose to wear a frilly and cute sundress, it was light blue and it synched in at your waist, it truly enunciated your features and your curves

even yourself, as you looked in the mirror was in awe at how nice your body was since you had forgotten because you always wore those baggy clothes

you and Kenma were to meet each other in front of the water fountain in downtown. you stood there waiting for him, making sure to have arrived a little early to be there before him. you stood excitedly to get his reaction. 

you peaked, looking around all the people walking by when you noticed the familiar stature of none other than your boyfriend. he hadn’t seen you yet, since he was still kinda far.

you watched where his eyes travelled around all of the people and then his eyes laid on you. baby wasn’t used to you wearing fitting clothes and he had to take a double take to make sure it was you SFJSLDKJ

his eyes lit up when he saw your face and then dazed down to your dress, “you look so good baby🥺” 

he was getting closer and closer towards you when he finally got right in front of you, and then it really hit him.

“thank you kenma :)”

his eyes were avoiding your gaze and he started fidgeting with his fingers a little bit. 

“ken, are you okay?” you asked a little worriedly.

your voice sent a jump through him and it was the cherry on top, Kenma’s face turned a deep red and all he could do was just stare at you.

“uhm, you just look really pretty” he mumbled, still looking down

your heart literally melted. he was so cute T-T

you reached for his hand and went on tippy toes a little and gave him a kiss on his cheek, “thank you baby” (kenma is like 5′7 and idk ab u but das kinda tOLL, maybe im just short fml)

you two started walking together to the little greek cafe for lunch that was around the corner holding hands and the entire time kenma was just so out of it (poor boi)

you two sat down at the tables that were outside after ordering and you two were just talking to each other and enjoying each others company.

you loved watching the way Kenma’s eyes would light up when he started talking about volleyball or about a new game that he was excited for. it made you so happy.

a wind started blowing and your napkin flew and landed next to Kenma, before he could reach for it for you you were already up and reaching.

and let me tell you.

you thought kenma was a mess before?

you thought wrong.

being your clumsy self you forgot you were wearing a whole dress.

and you just leaned down to get it and the angle that Kenma was leant down gave him the perfect view and your entire ass was on display, your cheeky, lacy underwear inches from his face.

KENMA NEARLY FELL OFF HIS CHAIR LFJDSLK

he was so stiff and he just looked straight ahead, his face was so red and the tint was now starting to reach for his ears.

you stood back up and sat on your chair parallel to his not knowing what the hell just happened.

“Kenma what happened to you?” 

“i- uh...uhm,, y-you, im sorry”

“huh?”

“w-when you leaned down, y-your,, umm”

you finally realized what he was trying to say and now it was your turn to get flustered.

“KLFJLSKD KENMA IM SO SORRY OH MY GOD, I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT, IM SORRY I FORGOT THAT I WAS WEARING THIS FJDKLSF”

you freaked out and you were so embarrassed, to make matters worse, Kuroo just happened to have been walking by the very front of the cafe and witnessed the whole thing

WHAT A SMALL FUCKING WORLD HUH

“Kenma, you dog” Kuroo smirked.

Both of you jumped on your seats and turned to see the captain of the Nekoma team, smirking at you two and the events that had prevailed.

“i was just walking by and noticed you two so i came to say hi but i think it’s best to leave you two alone” Kuroo winked walking away leaving you two just sitting there both short-circuited.

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this whole plan had slapped you across the face.

both you and Kenma were both so flustered that for the rest of the day you two would blush just looking at each other.

ahh mon ami, young love.

[stansghost]

Im having the shittiest day and I’m wondering if you could do some platonic/romantic hcs of Stozier (aslo if you could add Richies reaction to Stan being dead bc that’s so fucking tragic ??)

ahh I’m sorry you were having a bad day !!! Hopefully this can help you cheer up a bit ?? (Also holy shit I’m so sorry, I promise these were just supposed to be headcanons but I have Absolutely No Self Control) I hope you like them !!

~

• their late middle school years and early high school years are stolen glances, forbidden daydreams, and butterflies that neither of them completely understand but neither of them mind too much either

~

• Richie almost never has nightmares, but when he does it’s the same one (he’s at a funeral in front of a coffin, he looks down to see himself in it, when he turns around, he sees all of the seats are vacant)

• he always wakes up in a panic, tears streaming down his face, usually he’s able to calm himself back down, but some nights he just can’t deal with it alone

• he sneaks to Stan’s house, and climbs through the window

• when he first started, Stan was super annoyed (“Richie, it’s like 3am, what are you doing here??”)

• but when he sees the hesitant and shy way Richie is holding himself, and his red eyes and puffy cheeks, Richie is in his bed and cuddling under the covers in seconds

• he tells Stan about his dreams, and Stan quietly reassures him (while also thankful Richie’s head is pressed against Stan’s chest so he can’t see the worry on Stan’s face)

• “you won’t forget me, right?”

• “how could I ever forget you”

• Stan plays with Richie’s hair, humming nonsense songs until they both fall asleep

• Stan wakes up to Richie next to him on the bed

• he can’t believe how such a beautiful, innocent looking boy could turn into such a fckn asshole

• he has the strongest urge to lean over and kiss Richie’s forehead

• he shakes his head and gets up to make waffles

~

• Richie calls Stan “Staniel” when they get into drunk arguments

• drunk!Stan™ usually comes back with “Richinold”

• before long they’re usually too busy giggling to continue their argument

~

• Stan has really bad social anxiety, and while he’s usually ok in public spaces, sometimes he just needs a minute in a quiet space

• the losers really wanted to try out the new waterpark that had just been built, Stan really d i d n o t want to, knowing how crowded it always was, but how could he say no when the others were so excited ?

• once he’s there, he has fun with his friends and everything is ok

• but suddenly everything becomes louder, its harder to breathe, everyone is moving so fast and his vision starts tunnelling and he needs to Get Out

• he jumps out of the pool and basically sprints to the changing room and locks himself in one of the bathroom stalls

• Richie noticed Stan getting out of the pool and is immediately rushing after him before Bev can even ask what happened

• Richie runs into the change room looking around for Stan when he hears laboured breathing from one of the bathroom stalls

• Richie calls his name softly and knocks on the bathroom stall

• He hears the breathing stop for a moment, then the door opens and the next thing Richie knows he’s on his ass holding a panicking Stan

• Stan starts rambling uncontrollably, stuttering and stumbling over his words, trying to explain what happened

• he tries to tell Richie he tried to calm down and it’s never been this bad before and he doesn’t know what to do and he doesn’t know how to calm down

• Richie just shushes him and tries to get him to breathe

• He’s trying not to let his tears fall because he’s sure he’s never seen his friend this scared before but somehow this feels so familiar and he can’t help but be a little scared too

• they just sit there on the ground, holding each other until Stan finally starts to calm down

• whatever strange looks they get from other men and boys walking by, Richie deflects with a glare of mind your own fucking business

• whenever the losers club suggest going to the pool again, Richie always makes sure he and Stan “already have plans”

~

• Stan only does stupid shit around Richie

• he cackles internally when none of the losers believed Richie when he told them Stan had dabbed 15 times in a row to All Star

• “why Stan, why”

“because no one will believe you”

“you monster”

~

• Richie joins Stan on one of his birdwatching adventures

• because lately, for some reason, he really wants to hang out with Stan more often

• Stan spends most of the time walking to the meadow near the barrens, talking about the northern lapwing his father had told him he’d seen the other day (“they’re very rare for this area, Richie, people would kill to see one of those), and that he vowed he wouldn’t leave until he saw it too

• Richie starts getting super bored though, he’d finished his funny book and the sandwich Stan’s mom had packed him

• he starts looking around, taking in everything around him, when he notices Stan’s bag is open and he can see a worn out journal inside

• “*gasp* Stanley Uris did you really break your mother’s favourite vase ? you naughty boy tsk tsk…”

“yeah yeah, it was gre- wait what”

“and theN YOu blamed it on me?? how Rude™”

“ Richie Tozier put that dowN DON’T READ THAT”

• Richie tried to take the journal and run (seeing his name for a brief second and becoming curious) though he didn’t get far before Stan fckn tackled him to the ground

• they start fighting over the journal, wrestling and rolling all over the ground

• little known fact about Stanley Uris; he’s extremely ticklish

• Richie uses this unfairly in Stan’s opinion to his advantage

• Stan pins Richie to the ground and finally gets his journal back

• they’re both out of breath from the effort and the mini tickling war, that at first they don’t realize how close they are to each other

• when they do the whole situation just seems a little less funny

• Richie is taking in all of Stan’s features; the way that one little curl falls just right over his face; the little crinkles by his eyes when he smiles, his angelic smile

• Richie can feel himself leaning in closer an-

• Stan gives a little chuckle and stands up, brushing himself off (“come on Richie, it’s getting late and now our clothes are all dirty,,, I’ll just come back another day)

• Richie stays where he is for a minute, trying to process what just happened what he almost did

• Stan has butterflies in his stomach and he won’t let himself understand why boys aren’t supposed to feel that way about other boys Stanley dear, you’ll grow out of it

~

• Richie’s phone once autocorrected Stan’s name to Satan

• Richie kept that as Stan’s contact name for almost 5 months until Stan broke into his phone to change it

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• It wasn’t until their second year of high school that they finally realized/admitted how they felt about each other

• they were both tipsy on New Year’s Eve at the clubhouse when someone suggested spin the bottle

• Stan sat beside Bill, secretly not at all secretly looking at Richie

• Richie sat beside Bev, they were whispering about something that Stan couldn’t hear, occasionally looking his way

• when it finally came down to Stan’s turn, he spins the bottle and it lands on Richie

• they both look at each other in shock, the cat calls and playful whooping fading into the background

• Stan is still trying to process the situation when he realizes Richie already crossed the circle to him

• he’s inches away from Stan’s face when he whispers a quiet “I c-can’t” and immediately jumps up

• he looks around to see the confused and shocked faces of his friends (and the confused and hurt look on Richie’s face) before he quickly exits the clubhouse

• Richie takes a minute to take in what just happened, before he’s out the door just as fast

• he catches up to Stan, and grabs his arm to stop him from walking away

• Stan yanks his arm out of Richie’s grasp, trying to hide his face because he won’t can’t let Richie see the tears that he couldn’t hold back

• Richie practically begs Stan to look at him and tell him what’s going on

• Stan refuses to, as he runs his hands through his hair and mutters to himself (“this isn’t right, this isn’t right, I can’t do this, I can’t)

• Richie grabs Stan’s shoulders and forced him to look at him, the uncertainty and hesitance on Stan’s face scared him

• “when I tell you you’re going to hate me”

“Don’t be ridiculous, how could I ever hate you”

“I… I like… you”

• Stan refused to look at Richie in the eye as he confessed, but his head snapped up when he heard laughter

• he looked up to see the biggest smile he’d ever seen on Richie’s face

“you like me? Like, you’re not fucking with me right?”

“No this isn’t a fucking joke Richie, this is real. Fuck i knew it, i knew I shouldn’t have said anything, I fucked everything up, everything was so good and now I’m going to lose the one person I care most abo-“

• Richie grabs Stan’s face in his hands and looked at him right in the eyes with a dead serious expression

“You aren’t going to lose shit you noodle-haired doof” Richie smiles at him “I like you too. I’ve known it since that day in the meadow, I know it when I see your smile, or hear your laugh. I know it when I see you talk about something that makes you happy, I know it when you tell me about your day, or what you want to do with life. I know it when it hurts to say goodbye, and I know it when I find myself getting butterflies thinking about seeing you the next day. Fuck Stan, I like you, I like everything about you. So please, don’t ever talk about losing me again because I swear on my life, for as long as you’ll have me, I’ll never leave you

• Stan has never been happier in his entire life

• Richie asks if he can kiss him

• Stan tells him it’s ok

• it’s so sweet and soft, and so much better than either of them could have imagined

~

• they come out to the losers a week later

• they walk to the barrens holding hands, heads held high (but lowkey kinda terrified)

• Ben, being the adorable romantic he is, runs up to them and congratulates them

• Bev turns to Mike with a smug look and Mike begrudgingly takes out a dollar bill and shoved it into Bev’s open palm, before they both go up to congratulate them as well

• Eddie and Bill stay back, overwhelmingly proud and happy that their friends were finally able to express their love for each other (because honestly it was so fckn obvious, they can’t believe it took them this long)

• amidst the barrage of questions the two get about their newfound relationship, Stan and Richie make eye contact

• Stan smiles at Richie

• Richie smiles and winks back at him

~

• sometimes Stan will go on huge rants about things going on in the world, or things he learned in school, and Richie just sits there, not really listening, but rather watching

• watching as sometimes Stan will stumble over words when he gets too excited

• watching as Stan’s forehead will crease every now and then with his expression

• watching his arms subconsciously animating his words

• watching him worry his bottom lip when he’s trying to think of his next set of words

• watching the beautiful boy he’s completely and utterly in love with

~

• their first and last time was the day before Stan left

• at first it was rushed kisses and hurried touches

• but then it melted into soft caresses and innocent love

• the next morning was filled with messy hair, featherlight kisses and soft laughter

• Richie swore he wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t let Stan see how much he needed him there

• he tried to cover up the pain with laughter

• Stan knew Richie too well, he could see it in his eyes

• he held Richie tighter

• “you’ll see me again, I think. I have the weirdest feeling none of us are quite done with this place yet”

• Richie can’t trust his voice, he settles for light kisses to Stan’s neck, jaw, cheeks, nose, lips

• it’s time for Stan to leave, Richie doesn’t want to let go

• Stan doesn’t want to let go either, but if he doesn’t then he’ll stay there with Richie forever

• he forced himself out of the bed

• they get dressed

• they say goodbye

Years Later

• when Richie gets that phone call from Mike, his entire world breaks

• he doesn’t remember too much at first, but something inside tells him he can’t go, he can never go back

• there are so many emotions and new (old?) memories flooding his mind

• then he remembers him

• Stan “the man” Uris

• one of his closest friends, the one who was there for him every goddamn time

• his first.. love ? yes that’s it, his first love

• suddenly, he’s not so scared anymore, suddenly the whole journey looks a little less impossible

• sure he’s scared, sure he really doesn’t want to face… whatever it is he’s sure they’re going to face, but if Stan’s there then everything will be ok

• if he gets to see Stan again, it will all be worth it, he’s sure

~

• their first dance was at junior prom

• Making Love Out Of Nothing At All by Air Supply was playing, and Richie grabbed Stan’s hand and pulled him onto the dance floor

• “Richie, I don’t know how to dance”

• “Neither do I”

• “They’re all looking at us”

• “Fuck ‘em, it’s you and me and the music tonight, that’s all I care about”

~

• while driving to Derry, Richie suddenly gets a horrible feeling

• it feels like something just punched him in the gut and it hurts to breathe, he thinks of Stan

• he pulls over, clutching at his chest, trying to regain proper breathing

• suddenly memories of Stan pop into his mind

• the good

• the bad although, were there really any bad memories of Stan?

• he’s unsure why, but he chalks it up to his anxiety of going back to Derry and not knowing what happened to Stan all these years

• he tries to convince himself that when he sees Stan, this horrible feeling will go away

• he finally regains his breath and continues on

~

• that year for Hanukkah, Stan’s mother had asked him to do some baking to give out to friends and family

• naturally when Richie heard “baking” he tagged right along home with Stan

• Stan’s specialty is sufganiyots, but he’s super particular about how they’re made, and Richie is not meeting his requirements

“sift the flour Richie, you have to sifT IT”

“sift this bitch”

• Richie proceeds to throw the flour in Stan’s face

• Stan stands there for a second, absolutely in shock, before he grabs a fistful of flour and shoves it down Richie’s shirt

• and the famous junior year flour fight had commenced

• chaos ensued as innocent particles of flour were tossed and hurled about, most missing the target but some hitting dead on. The flour massacre only stopped when Richie grabbed Stan’s hands and pinned them on the wall above Stan’s head

• Stan, realizing his defeat, tries to smooth things over with a quick smooch

• as Richie leans down, Stan seizes the momentary distraction and dumps the remaining flour in the bowl over Richie’s head

“Checkmate, bitch”

• Stan goes upstairs to take a shower because now he’s filthy thanks to a certain someone, inviting Richie to join him after he’s done cleaning his mess

• Stan makes sure he’s finished long before Richie is done cleaning

~

• when he gets to the restaurant Mike had told him about, he’s surprised to see Stan hasn’t arrived yet (Stan is absolutely never late)

• the horrible feeling is threatening to come back again

• he tells himself that he doesn’t even know how Stan had planned to arrive, his flight could have easily been delayed, or traffic jams and construction could easily slow down a bus or car travel

• it doesn’t make him feel better

~

• later on in the evening in the library, reassured by everyone that Stan is just uncharacteristically late, Richie starts having a good time with the losers

• he’s laughing and making jokes, but at the same time he’s becoming more and more anxious because where the fuck is Stan, why isn’t he here yet, I swear to god when he gets here I’m gonna let him fucking have it for making me worry so much

• he gets up at some point to go grab another beer from the kitchen, laughing at a story Ben had just finished telling them

• he hears a phone ringing in the background

• he hears the laughter die down, and stop

• “guys what’s up? Who died in…”

• he trails off when he returns to the lobby, taking in the complete change in mood

• Mike is solemnly putting the phone down, he looks up carefully to Richie

• Ben is staring at his hands in,, disbelief ?

• Beverly has a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back tears as she stares at the phone

• Eddie is staring cautiously at Richie, skin white as if he’d seen a ghost

• Bill immediately stands when Richie enters the room and starts toward him

• Richie weakly asks who was on the phone

“Richie,,,”

“who was on the fucking phone Bill”

• that horrible feeling is back, and this time it won’t leave

• his lungs, his throat and his heart, everything feels like it’s collapsing and it hurts, it hurts so bad

• all the hope he’d clung to ever since the call with Mike is slowly evaporating as he desperately tries to keep hold of it

• when Bill utters those two hateful words, Richie’s world stops

• he can’t think, he can’t breathe, his legs feel like they could collapse at any second, and all he can do is reply with a small “no” no please god, please let this be a cruel joke, let Stan walk through those doors, let him call back on that phone and say “gotcha Richie, get any good chucks out of this one?” please, anything but this because this hurts so bad and I don’t know what to do

• he looks around at his friends, searching for the answer he wants needs

• he doesn’t get it and oh god why can’t he breathe

• they all take time to mourn Stan

• they all share their favourite memories of him

• no one points out the fact that Richie hasn’t said a single word

• after a while, Mike slowly eases them back into planning for the events of the next day

• once a plan is decided, Richie quickly excuses himself, and leaves for his hotel room

• he’s numb the entire cab ride there, watching out the window but not really seeing anything

• as soon as he’s in his room and the door is shut, is when he finally breaks

• he sits down in the entry way, pulling his knees to his chest and trying to breathe between the sobs

• he falls asleep there, his last thought is of the smile Stan had given him when they came out to the losers

Years Later pt 2

• Richie doesn’t remember the losers club anymore

• he’s forgotten all about his childhood in Derry, and the reunion he’d had with his childhood friends

• their final encounter with It had worked, It was dead

• even though he desperately didn’t want it to, the forgetting had begun again (this time permenantly)

• but

• every now and then, Richie will see someone in the street with short and perfectly curled hair

• he gets the strongest urge to call out to them

• but when they turn around and he sees their face, he’s always disappointed, but he never knows why

• the day he was driving to propose to his boyfriend of three years, the radio was playing throwback songs to the 1980’s

• just as he was pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant Making Love Out Of Nothing At All comes on

• he is hit with a powerful ache of nostalgia

• all he can do is sit there, eyes closed and listening to this song, reliving something he had long since forgotten but it must have been so good

• “why do you want sufganiyots as one of the deserts in our wedding Richie? It’s nowhere near Hanukkah”

“Because they look fucking delicious, that’s why. And, you said I couldn’t have that “northern lapwing”, or whatever it’s name was, statue that I wanted, so I get this.”