#mwah take care Stanley my boy

[shinakazami1]

WHATS FERNATOR'S FAVORITE. THING TO TALK ABT ? what's his favorite conversation topic, least favorite conversation topic, what's his favorite color, least favorite color and why?

what's his favorite room? least favorite room? what's a room that he finds neutral feelings in ? [I hope your day gets better!! sending support and love mwah mwah 🧡🫶 /p]

🌿 Well those are some fantastic questions! You earn a cookie - I have nine of them anyways.

1. Favourite thing to talk about is my story, of course! I have worked hard on it - I do deserve some recognition!

Stanley loves to listen about them. He sits down in his chair and softly careless my leaves. And then, then he tells me his new ideas. I do like when Stanley gives me them - I didn't like it before, at all but I've warmed up to it. He's been so kind and nice towards me, even if I wasn't in the best state most of the time... But he still stayed with me after everything. He truly is kind to me and right now is taking care of our garden. I adore his suggestions - the tomatoes really look lovely in there.

So yeah, story is my favourite topic.

2. Least favourite topic... Oh that's a hard one.

If you'd have asked me in the past, I'd say I dislike talking about my work to people who would decide to critisize it. Why can't they just enjoy the story as it is? But, I've grown to accept it - sometimes, opinions are important. Even if some folks should think about their life before they send anything. Why have a brain it you just let it rot in your skull?

Ahem, anyways.

I think... I dislike when past is discussed. I wasn't always good for Stanley. I'm anxious when it gets mentioned. And sad.

Stanley? Come here for a second.

Thank you for being patient with me.

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Ok, let's return to the questions.

3. Favourite colour - well, if you would have asked me before, I'd probably say red. It is a colour of innovation, of something new, something fresh. Maybe yellow too - but not all, some colours should be really scrapped from the pallete. Now... Well, I think it's blue. Stanley likes blue. I've created a blue flower for him. I like when he wears the ring I've made for him, too.

He looks pretty in blue.

4. Least favourite colour - whatever this colour is. Who decided this was a good idea to let it exist?? I don't like when my form gets this colour in. I really dislike it.

5. Favourite room - does Freedom Ending count? It's not a room by definition but Stanley and I have a little hut in there. I like to come there with him. It's our place. It's our garden.

It's ours.

6. Least favourite - the Zending stairs were once my top 1 hated choice. But we've changed it into a bungee! I think The second most hated one is the original apartment. It's cramped as intended but... I don't like it. I like the Bucket version way more.

7. Neutral room - the Lounge, I suppose. It is okay.

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He's gay alright siuwjahsusia a bit boy crazy even

This was so nice to think about, thank you for all the details and for caring bout me ><

[foxydodo]

[honkhonkrichard]

Pairing: Stozier AU Setting: Skipping class to go record shopping

OKAY SO THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR A MILLON YEARS BUT I DID WRITE IT I WAS JUST REALLY UNHAPPY WITH IT FOR  AHWILE BUT I DESPERATELY WANT TO CLEAR OUT MY INBOX SO HERE U GO LOVE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MWAH

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Richie needed more vinyls. Well, “needed” was a strong word. Stan knew Richie probably had around 30 vinyls stocked up in his room, mostly of the same genre but at least 3 of them were country music.  

Stan also knew that he couldn’t do it after school. Richie was busy nowadays, busier than he ever had been. He finally landed a job at the comedy/music joint “Chuck’s FunHaus” which meant he spent most of his free time in his cluttered bedroom scribbling lyrics and jokes while strumming lightly on his guitar.

With the distinct lack of free time, Richie and Stan thought it only fair, or at least maybe logical, that he made free time through skipping class.

Charlie, brother to Chuck and one of Richie’s favourite people, ran “The Vine Shop’”, a music shop near where Richie worked, gave Richie and Stan a side eye glance as they walked in during class time.  

Stanley ran his fingers across the rows of vinyls. He never really cared too much for music, he favoured showtunes instead. But there was a lingering happiness in spending time with Richie, watching the studious look in the older boy’s eyes as he looked through all the discs. Something about being alone with Richie like this made Stan’s heart flutter.

“Lookit.” Richie mumbled, picking up a vinyl and passing it to Stan. “This is watch you need.”

Stan took it from him and broke into a smile. It was a March of the Falsettos vinyl. The one Stan didn’t have. He traced his finger over the image until he felt the heat of Richie’s body against his; the closeness, and the musk of Richie’s cologne made Stan feel hot.

“I brought my wallet.” Richie told Stan, his sly fingers taking the disc from him. He flipped it around, quickly looking the whole thing over. “You owe me $17.99”   

“I-I can pay for it-” Stan mumbled, cursing himself for stuttering as he gently reached out to grab it back from Richie. Stan was taller than Richie by a few inches, and had been for a while, but his arms were shorter. Richie was one lanky son of a bitch. His whole body seemed to be out of proportion: his hands were big, his legs and neck were long, his eyes looked too big behind his glasses. With all the Big Dick jokes he made, Stan expected his-

Stan stopped his line of thinking right there. There was no way he was going to pop one right here in the record shop.

It was then that he realized he was standing in the middle of the record shop, probably look a bit lost.

“Stantoni?” Richie’s voice was from across the room. “You good?”

Stan, who was not nearly as good as he wished he was, nodded quickly, and walked up to Richie, who was taking out an album by AC/DC.

“I can pay for it.” he said again, more stable this time.

Richie looked up at him, big green eyes blinking with confusion and a bit of anarchy behind him. “No.” He said simply. And fuck, Stan really couldn’t say no to Richie.

Richie skipped over to the cash and made banter with his boss’ brother. They talked like relatives.

Richie always looks so happy here. Stan never passed up the opportunity to come to the record shop with Richie. He loved seeing how Richie’s face lit up when they brought in new vinyl players, or watch his fingers flip through all the rows with expertise. Or watching him bounce on his heels as he walked around.

Fuck Stan loved Richie so much it was disgusting. He’d hate both himself and Richie if he was literally anyone else.

He followed Richie out of the store, and watched as his best friend bounced to the car, singing an AC/DC song to himself.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go back to school.” Richie sighed, climbing into the passenger’s seat of the car. No one drove Stanley’s car. No one. Richie was no exception. “Let’s go to the quarry and make out.”  

Stan knew it was a joke. Not only would Richie never suck face in public, he’d never do it with Stan. People were always throwing jokes around about how they were joined at the hip and probably secretly married but-

“Yeah, okay.” Stan muttered. Sounding a bit more sour than he had meant to.

“Nah, Fuck Stan.” Richie said. “Let’s go make out by~…”

Richie stopped and hummed for few seconds before snapping and pointing up. “The barrens. No one goes there.”

“I don’t know what’s more concerning; you wanna make out with me or you want to make out outside of all places.”

Richie shrugged.

“So,” Stan concluded, starting to pull out of the parking lot. “Barrens?”

Richie nodded. “Barrens.”

Stanley must’ve spent 20 minutes steadily parking the car in the barrens. When he finally turned the car off, he huffed and relaxed into his seat. Richie got out of the car. Stan sighed and followed.

Richie leaned against the hood of the car and took a deep breath in. “Y’know for all the shit said about the outdoors.” He looked over to Stan with a dazed grin. “It’s kinda nice.”

“Kinda nice?” Stan asked, not settling in one spot. Stan loved being outside. Especially by the woods. “Try gorgeous.”

“My mistake.” Richie’s voice was heard from behind Stan, and he could hear the grin on the older’s face.

Stan felt a hand grip his wrist, as he looked down to it, Richie pulled Stan closer. “Now for the main event.” he whispered, turning Stan to face him and cupping Stan’s face in his hands.

“W-” Stan blinked, holding Richie’s hands. “What?”

“Makin’ out in the Barrens, remember? That’s what we came here to do.” Richie told him.

“You weren’t serious.” This was a prank. This was a prank. This was a prank.

“Says who?” Richie brought their faces closer together. Stan could feel Richie’s breath. This was a prank. This was a prank. This was a prank-

Stan couldn’t do anything more than let out a low whine.

Richie looked at Stan’s eyes, a glint of mischief there combined with a haze of want.

Stan pressed their lips together.

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