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canislupus-exe · 2 years ago

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Like Always | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/sanriogaki on weheartit <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | she/her (he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 1,189

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

>> prompts <<

56 | “Are you flirting with me?”

67 | “Stop being so cute.”

68 | “You’re making me blush!”

summary | hi!! can I req a Richie x reader (teenagers- around 15-16?) where they both like each other but are oblivious to each other's feelings? I think it prompts 56, 67, and 68 will work with this!

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You stretched out on the hammock that hung from the posts of the clubhouse. The other losers were strewn about the rest of the space, doing various things to keep themselves occupied. Richie had taken the liberty of staring you down since you were lying on what he considered the second coming of Jesus.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, dickwad.” You said, stretching out to get more comfortable. Annoying him was just a bonus.

“Eddie, didn’t you say it was a 10-minute limit?” Richie asked.

“Uh yeah well considering you didn’t respect that rule when it was my turn I think (Y/n) has every right to overstay her welcome on that hammock.”

“Aw stop it, Eddie, you’re making me blush.” You teased. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t make me take it back (Y/n).”

“Love you too Eds.” You replied as you went back to reading your comic book.

“Fuck this bullshit,” Richie exclaimed as he walked toward your reclined body. You lowered your book just in time to see Richie sidle up next to you. You groaned.

“Oh come on man, have some self-respect.” You grumbled as he made the fabric sway. He smirked and got comfortable the best he could.

“Ah, that’s refreshing. I mean honestly, my back was killing me. You know, now that I think about it, I could really use a massage. (Y/n), would you be so kind?” He asked, his voice patronizing. You rolled your eyes and set your book down.

“Why of course Mr. Tozier, you should’ve said something sooner. Come real close and I’ll get all that tension out for you.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Finally getting the royal treatment I deserve.” He replied jokingly, knowing there was no way you’d go for it. You adjusted yourself and to his surprise, actually began to massage his back. His face slowly turned red as he felt your hands climb up his skin, gently pressing your fingers and palms down interchangeably.

“You're actually…?”

“Anything for you Richie.” You teased. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears. His skin was so soft you were scared your fingertips might just pass through him. You tried to play it cool like this was just your normal, run-of-the-mill, Richie pulling punches and (Y/n) being the only girl dumb enough to punch back, but you knew that was a lie. You knew your hands were trembling as you caressed the back of the boy you’d had a crush on for God knows how many years and you knew he’d start to feel it soon as well.

“Are you flirting with me?” He asked, his voice almost faltering in his throat. He was joking. He had to be joking.

“So what if I am?” You asked, leaning your chin on his shoulder and resting your hands on his hips. Richie practically burst at the seams from this, but what happened next threw him out of the trance faster than he’d fallen into it. You roughly shoved him off the hammock, smirking in triumph at the sound of surprise that jumped out of him. He fell to the floor, and the wind immediately knocked out of his chest. All he could do was lie there for a solid minute, processing what had happened.

“You skank!” He shouted, sitting up and turning toward you. You smirked and reclined again, picking up the comic book you’d set down.

“You love me.” You replied. He gave a slight chuckle before shaking his head and leaning against the wooden post that held up one side of the hammock. He did. He really did.

>><<

You yawned as you approached the arcade snack counter. You’d been going at Street Fighter for far too long and decided it was time for a pick-me-up. An ultra delicious total brain-freezing wild cherry slushie. Or just a cherry slush, as those less passionate than you would call it.

You sauntered over to the counter and the employee who stood behind it and smiled. He placed a cup under the cherry spout, already knowing what you’d gone there for. To say you were a regular was an understatement. You placed $1.50 on the counter, and the employee finished in record time, sliding the drink to you and putting the cash in the register. You walked away, knowing that he knew that you didn’t need the change.

As you walked away, you ducked behind a hanging tarp. The part of the arcade that was always under construction for whatever reason. You liked laying low here to enjoy your slushes in peace and quiet. Plus there was a working Computer Space cabinet so that was the sickest part.

“How did I know you’d be here?” A familiar voice asked after the rusting of the tarp stopped. You snickered and looked over your shoulder, seeing your best friend.

“Richard Tozier. How often have I told you not to bother me in my super-secret lair?” You replied. It was now his turn to snicker.

“Lair? Seriously? This dingy old place has got to be one of the lamest ‘lairs’ I’ve ever seen.” He said. You exhaled and leaned against the cabinet.

“Yeah, I guess you're right. But it’s gotta be worth something with this original Computer Space cabinet which has an unbeatable high score held by… Well… me.” You replied, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips. There was nothing in the world that pissed Richie off more than the fact that he just couldn’t seem to top you in that damn game.

“Again with this. I swear it’s like the only thing you have over my head. Computer Space this Computer Space that meh meh meh meh meh.” He mocked you.

“Aw, someone’s getting all worked up. Come on, yell at me some more, I like it.” You taunted as you took a sip from your slushie.

“You like everything I do (Y/n).” He said as he leaned on the cabinet beside you.

“Why yes. Every night I go to sleep dreaming of my knight in shining armor Richard Tozier who will sweep me off my feet one day.” You jeered sarcastically.

“I bet you do. I bet you dream of kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Oh not just kissing Richie. No no no. In my dreams, we do so much more than just kissing.”

“God just stop being so cute!” He exclaimed, his tone much more genuine than he’d intended. You choked on your slushie slightly, your face growing warm from the blood that rushed to it.

“Wh-What?” You stared at him. His face dropped as he registered what he’d said.

“Oh, I just- um… I-I’m kidding. Like always.”

“Then why are you so red?”

“It’s warm?”

“You’re so full of shit Tozier.” You replied before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. He made a noise of surprise but within seconds he was practically melting into your touch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss as much as he could. You still tasted like the cherry slushie, and he couldn’t get enough.

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heytherejulietx · 3 years ago

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“a character sleeping with a stuffed animal that their lover won for them at the amusement park “ with richie or stan?

bear - stanley uris

↳ prompts - a character sleeping with a stuffed animal that their lover won for them at the amusement park

↳ content warnings - none i think. this is all just super fluffy

↳ 1.3k word count

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stanley tried to be as quiet as possible as he turned the doorknob to her bedroom door and pushed it open. y/n’s mother had let him know that she was taking a nap when she had let him into the house, and stan had promised to not disturb her, but to wait until she woke up to talk to her instead. stan spent so much time at her house that her mother trusted him. many nights of the week he had dinner at her house, and he had pretty much integrated into the family.

the door pushed open with a quiet though noticeable creak, the old hinges on the door complaining at the action. her bedroom, although it was still daytime, was dark as she had pulled her curtains. she had blackout ones that kept the room dark when she wanted it to be. in the darkness stan could just about make out y/n’s body curled up underneath the covers on her bed, though his eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the dark enough to see much else. he pushed the door shut, cursing under his breath at the creak, before he gently dropped his bag to the floor so he could move over to the bed.

as his eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark, he could see y/n much clearer as he stopped beside her bed. she was curled up on her left side in a tight ball, and it made him smile a little more. she always curled up as small as possible in her sleep, and when he stayed over she didn’t let go of him the whole night. he could see since he hadn’t been there when she had fallen asleep that she was holding onto something else, and as he carefully kicked off his shoes he noticed that she was hugging the teddy bear that he had won her at the amusement park a few weeks ago.

the losers had made a day of it - getting up early and taking two cars to get there (ben, mike, bev, and bill took the latter’s car, and stan and y/n carpooled with eddie and richie in his car), and then they spent the whole day at the park. richie wanted to go on all of the huge rides (that eddie and ben skipped on going), bev was a fan of the water rides, and in the evening y/n found the fair side of it all really fun. she spent ages at the slot machines, shooting cups with rubber bullets, and the dreaded claw machines. as richie wanted to go on the rides again before they shut (much to eddie’s misery), stan joined y/n walking around the fair, and eventually won her a huge teddy bear at one of the stalls. it took him a while, granted; it was one of those water pistol ones that had him knocking down cardboard ducks, but it was worth it seeing her smile when he handed her the humongous pink teddy bear afterwards that she later proudly named ‘stannie‘, after “the hero who won him for me“.

stan smiled fondly at the memory as he carefully sat on the bed beside her, making sure not to jolt it too much so she didn’t wake up. she looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, and he didn’t want to disturb even just a moment of her peace.

he propped himself up against the headboard and leaned back, relaxing into the soft bed. y/n was still curled up beside him, undisturbed by his movements, so he gently moved an arm around her so his palm was flat on her back. he slowly started rubbing small circles through the material of her shirt (which was also his, he noticed that she often wore his clothes to bed) not to wake her up, just to be touching her. physical contact was a big thing for stanley, it was his love language. maybe not so much in public - he hated any sort of pda that was more than holding her hand or kissing her cheek. though in private he couldn’t get close enough to her.

he had sat there for approximately another half an hour before y/n started to stir. stan could feel her moving beside him, stretching out slightly as she rolled closer to him. she kept one arm around the bear as she turned, though when her other arm had come in contact with stanley she seemed to pause, startled by the sudden person on her bed. when her head had tilted slightly to look at him her eyes were squinted, and she reached out to touch him again - tapping his hip - as if she were checking he were really there.

“stannie?” her voice was quiet and still thick with sleep, and combined with her not-so-awake confused expression, she just looked adorable to stanley.

“hi love,” stan whispered, and he could see her physically relax when he spoke. “i didn’t want to wake you when i came in.”

“s’okay.” y/n nodded as her eyes already started falling shut again. she relaxed again once she knew that it was stanley laying beside her, and shifted to let her head lay against his stomach. without hesitation stan brought his hand up to gently drag his fingers through her hair, and almost immediately he could see she physically relaxed more. a soft sigh passed her lips, and stan smiled to himself when she moved her arm to hug his hips.

she seemed like she had fallen asleep again as she leaned against him so stan stayed quiet as he continued moving his fingers through her hair, though was surprised when she tilted her head so she was looking up at him and squinted her eyes open slightly.

“how’d you get away from richie to come over? he throws a tantrum when he’s gonna be left alone.” she mumbled, and stan tipped his head back and laughed.

he had been at richie’s house all morning reading some new comics that he had gotten recently. though y/n was right, richie hated being alone. which is why he filled his days with going out with his friends whenever he could. though thankfully eddie had come over to richie’s house, which allowed stan time to sneak away. richie wouldn’t have noticed him leave as he was too in love with eddie to see anything else when he was there.

“eddie came over.” stan told her and she smiled sleepily.

“remind me to thank him on monday. you wouldn’t be here otherwise.” she smiled and stan nodded as he continued gently stroking through her hair.

“will do, love.” he said softly, and leaned down to place a gentle kiss to her forehead, her skin warm against his lips.

he moved to lean back again, though her arm had caught around his neck and this time she really did seem to be falling back to sleep, so stan carefully slipped an arm underneath her legs and his other behind her back to carefully lift her to be cradled to his chest instead. she smiled softly as she tucked her head against his neck, and her hand made a fist in his jumper as he slipped his hand underneath her shirt to gently rub her back.

“love you, stannie.” y/n mumbled, her voice slightly muffled by his jumper.

stan smiled softly and pressed another gentle kiss to the crown of her head. “i love you too.”

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overheardlosersclub · 4 years ago

Conversation

Beverly: you are what you eat.

Richie: no, you aren't.

Beverly: Yes, you are!

Richie: then why does Eddie look like Eddie and not my d -

Stan: Stop.

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sapphicwhxre · 3 years ago

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──────── like bad dreams ─────

“I lived my whole life afraid. Afraid of what would come next. Afraid of what I might leave behind.”

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#stanley uris #stanley uris x reader #stan uris x reader #stanley uris imagine #stanley uris fluff #stanley uris smut #stanley uris angst #it #it x reader #it imagine #it masterlist

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lluvguts · 3 years ago

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middle spoon

this is hardly edited so ignore any mistakes!

eddie and richie had invited stanley over for a sleepover, but couldn’t help but feel as though he was being extra grumpy. not just grumpy...jealous. richie would reach out and take eddie’s hand and they’d hear a soft sigh coming from stanley, in the furthest corner from them, with a book pressed as close to his eyes as it could get. eddie would giggle as richie snuggled closer during the movie, and stan would roll his eyes and get his own blanket. as the night wound to a close, richie turned to eddie with a knowing question in his eyes. eddie climbed into bed first, flipping open the covers and motioning to stan to come closer.

“come on, i’m giving up little spoon for this.”

stanley shot a worried look at richie, though his cheeks were burning. richie laughed and gave him a gentle push so he’d lie down next to eddie.

only after richie had slipped under the covers last and shut off the lights did stanley relax, the pressure building up in his chest the whole night finally releasing as eddie carefully rested a sleepy hand on his shoulder from behind.

“you two are always so affectionate,” stanley whispered in the dark.

richie laughed again and leaned against stanley’s chest.

“aw, was poor little stan feeling left out?”

in the end, he just wanted to be comforted. stan fell asleep warm and full on love.

#this appeared in my brain at work #why brain #stanley uris #headcanon #it hcs #hcs #drabble #it fanfic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #losers club #it movie #it 2017 #reddie #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #throuple #imagine your ot3 #streddie #reddie fluff

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lavenderruris · 4 years ago

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𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

(*)- smut

𝗗.𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗲

|| derek hale headcanons

𝗟.𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻

|| lydia martin headcanons

𝗦.𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

|| stiles stilinski headcanons

{MORE MAY BE COMING SOON}

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years ago

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Quarantine / Stanley Uris Headcanons

Request: I absolutely adore your writing! If you’re taking requests could you do something about being stuck in quarantine with either richie or stan (but like married bc I’m soft for domestic fluff)!

Thank you so much darling! I hope you don’t mind I made this into headcanons! <3

Comments are much appreciated!

The start of this Quarantine season was a DISASTER for your husband, Mr. Clean Freak Stan Uris.

One morning, near the start of the first wave, you’d wake up at 6 a.m. to a squeaking noise and cold, empty sheets perfectly made up beside you. Wandering down the stairs, you yawn as you spot the set of your husband through the living room door frame, standing in nothing but his pyjamas. He’s surrounded by about fifteen different types of cleaning clothes, and about five different brands of window sprays. His hair is all messed up, his glasses slightly askewed on his nose as he meticulously wipes down the living room windows.

‘Stanley, we are literally the only two people who have set foot in this house since Richie and Eddie popped round last month!’

‘I know hun, but I sneezed in here yesterday and I couldn’t sleep until I had wiped every surface in this household down.’

He’s constantly running baths for you once you’ve finished working for the day, just as a small reminder that he loves you. He always places your favourite smelling bath bomb in the tub as he mixes the steaming water with his arm, swirling in a few rose petals he keeps in a glass jar under the bathroom sink for special occasions.

When he leads you up, hands placed over your eyes as the two of you laugh against each other, the little gasp of surprise you give makes everything worth it.

When you slip off your clothes and sit into the warm water, he kneels down by the side of the tub and runs his pointer finger over your cheek with a warm smile, before leaning in to kiss you. You make him squeak, however, by grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him into the bath on top of you.

After the suds spill out over the edge, and the water level steadies against the rim again, he throws his glasses onto the counter and leans down to kiss you again, smiling against your lips as his hands reach under the water to grip onto your thighs. His kisses become a little sloppier, a little more heated, when you reach up to pull his soaking jacket off his shoulders.

The two of you are so busy during the day, that Stanley always likes to make sure the evenings are yours, and only yours, especially now since the two of you can’t get outside.

Making dinner together is a big quarantine activity for the two of you. The radio hums lowly in the corner by the spice rack, a slow 80s song echoing through the kitchen. Your husband comes up behind you, where you stand cooking by the stove, and places his head heavily on your shoulder, smirking into your neck.

You try to shove him off, giggling as he takes the spatula from your hand and places it next to the sizzling pan, trapping you against his chest as he slowly sways the two of you to the music.

One night was special, though, when the radio started playing the song that was your first dance at your wedding - the same song that was playing in the arcade when the two of you met for the first time at thirteen years old.

Let’s just say, that night was a GOOD night.

He buys the two of you matching pyjamas online when time starts to go on and he sees you need cheering up.

Constantly stealing his knitted jumpers and jackets when you wake up in the morning, because they always seem so warm, and they always have that warm smell of strawberries and shea butter that surrounds him. His jaw always drops when he walks into your shared study with two cups of tea in his hand, jumping out of his reverie when the hot droplets splash onto his thumbs.

You wake up one day to find the house a MESS. You follow the trail of thrown blankets, knocked over ornaments and kicked off slippers down to the living room, only to see a pair of scared eyes and a few curls peer out from a mass of blankets, pegs and pillows you could only assume was supposed to be a blanket fort. You try to stifle a laugh as he begins to try and wiggle out of the blanket and string of fairy lights he had managed to wrap himself in.

'Help!’

If you go out to buy groceries, he will annoy the ever living heck out of you because he texts you every five seconds to make sure that you're okay, that you still have your mask, to ask if they had bananas at the store.

Jigsaw times! When the two of you need a little relaxing time, he’ll pull two of the sofa cushions to the floor and pulls you next to him, pulling out his favourite robin jigsaw from underneath the table. This always ends up with you sitting on his lap, one arm wrapped around your shoulder and idly playing with your hand as he kisses your forehead, the two of you talking about vacations you’ll take once all of this is over.

He loves to fiddle with your wedding band, just to remind himself that you’re real, and he’s safe, and so so in love.

#it 2019 #it chapter two #stan uris #stan uris imagine #stanley uris #stanley uris imagine #stan uris headcanons #stanley uris headcanons #stan it #stan uris x reader #stanley uris x reader #andy bean #andy bean imagine #stan uris fluff #stanley uris fluff #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #quarantine headcanons

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l0velyblu3 · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Started: 06/24/23

Last updated: 06/29/23

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Richie Tozier Distant pt. 1 pt. 2 Beverly Marsh Eddie Kaspbrak Ben Hanscom Mike Hanlon Bill Denbrough Stanley Uris

BTS

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Seokjin Yoongi Hoseok Namjoon Jimin Taehyung Jungkook Date Night

Harry Potter

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley George Weasley Fred Weasley Neville Longbottom Ginny Weasley Draco Malfoy Cedric Diggory Oliver Wood Seamus Finnigan

Stranger Things

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Steve Harrington Robin Buckley Eleven Max Mayfield Dustin Henderson Lucas Sinclair Mike Wheeler Nancy Wheeler Jonathan Byers Will Byers Eddie Munson

#it chapter 1 #bts #harry potter #stranger things #ff #angst #fluff #imagines #reactions #oneshots

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lemon-boy-stan · 4 years ago

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the quiet ones - 1/3

An empty bottle, a dusty basement, and a childish game of truth or dare were the curlrpits of the drama which unfolded in front of Stanley Uris' eyes.

If there were people he could blame for the hurt Y/N felt right now they would be Richie, because he wanted to play, and Beverly, for being the other girl in the basement.

Don't be ridiculous, he scolded himself. It's your fault, and you have to make things better.

"I kissed you because you're pretty, not because I like you."

Why would he say that? The girl obviously had a crush on him! Dick move, Stan, dick move!

He could still hear the silence which flew over the eight of them after he spoke those words to the blushing girl and the anger which rose in Beverly's once gleeful eyes.

She was his best friend - he felt things for her and cared what she had to say, yet still, he pushed her away from him.

And now she sat, as far away from him as possible (Richie's basement was small), knees tucked under her arms, being comforted by Bev and Bill, casually looking over at him as if to say, 'why?'

Everyone hated him - it was obvious. Even Eddie, Mike, and Ben, the least vicious ones of the group, shot him glares.

"I don't know," Beverly whispered gently. "I promise I'll talk to him, OK?"

Perhaps this was not a conversation meant for his ears, but he couldn't help himself; he didn't want her to cry any more, he hated it when she cried, it hurt him almost as much as the pain she felt.

Then why did you make her cry?!

Screamed the voice in his head, annoyed and frustrated at how stupid he was.

Y/N nodded and sniffed before resting her head in Bill's lap. God, how he wished that were him.

Stan was always the one to comfort her. He always held her close whenever she had a nightmare, reminded her that scars were beautiful and not to be ashamed, protected her from others - and herself.

Beverly approached his miserable state carefully. Stan groaned internally at this, he didn't want a lecture when he was already beating himself up!

As usual, Beverly got straight to the point - he hated that about her.

"Stan, why would you say that?" Her voice was quiet enough only so he could hear.

"I don't know," he mumbled sheepishly. "I didn't mean to," he shrugged and looked over at Y/N and Bill miserably.

"She loves you," she whispered.

"I know," his voice was dry, hoarse. He hated himself, too. "I love her, too."

"Then why didn't you tell her?!" Beverly had become impatient, the love she had for her friend exploded in a burst of fury.

"B - because," he stuttered. "Because I can't," he shook his head. "No, I can't. Sorry. She'll have to find someone else."

He was weak. He knew that now. He was weak. He wanted to kick himself. And it would hurt him enough, because he was weak.

Part 2

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝐚 = 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

he appreciate you, but the most attractive in you for him is your loyality. don't matter how many time he get beaten up from the bowers or getting bullied because of his religion, you never leave his side. and everytime you stand by his side, he falls in love with you more and more.

𝐛 = 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲? 𝐰𝐡𝐲/𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?)

after the school and the university –yes, of course, but if you don't want them, then that's entirely okay. but now, he don't want to talk about kids, or family, he just wants to live his little dream with you.

𝐜 = 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞?)

stan loves the most when you hug him from behind while he bikes with you. it's even better if you tilt your head to the nape of his neck; the little curls down there strokes your forehead, just like his kisses.

𝐝 = 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?)

he likes the quiet, peaceful dates. the sunny saturdays, where the two of you just go out, sitting under a tree, reading and eating little biscuits. you make pictures about the birds he likes with your polaroid cam, the instant photo get sticked in his book immediately.

𝐞 = 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 ____ (𝐞.𝐠. 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝...))

"you are my precious."

𝐟 = 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?)

stan fell in love with you in the moment when he saw that you sit right before him in history class. your (h/c) locks before him, and when you turned around to give him a pen -

𝐠 = 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞? 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐡𝐨𝐰?)

he's the most gentle boy you have ever know. not the most pda-ish guy, but at home, in your room, he always gonna stroke your hair at night, or telling you how cute you were today in the t-shirt you bought recently.

𝐡 = 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?)

as i told, stan would kiss you rather than hold your hands, but if you're inscure, or just need a fix point, you can always grab his hand and he would squeeze it, i promise you.

𝐢 = 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?)

he met you at first in the library, to search for one books he needs for his tests. you sat there at the table, reading already "the hound of baskervilles", your hair lazily falling in your face, your knees propped up to the edge of the table.

-sorry, can i... can i sit here? -he faltered, grabbing tighter the books he found. you nodded, smiled a little bit.

-one flew over the cuckoo's nest? pretty good book -you commented, pointing with your pen on the title, than leaning back to your own work, leaving him flustered and lovely.

𝐣 = 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬?)

he don't get jealous easily, he trusts you, so please don't disappoint my little bean )):

besides, if he sees that you're close to richie or bill, stan always have an eye to see, whose hand are where.

𝐤 = 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬?)

you were the first. and also, his first.

you and the losers watched a movie at mike's, during the movie you and stan gave soft strokes on the hand or pinches on each other's thighs non-stop –you lied your head on stan's shoulder, bringing your knees close to your abdomen.

when the movie's over, stan guides you home, carrying your backpack, and at the doorstep, you walk in, whispering a little "wait" to him.

–i forgot something -you mutter, surprisingly pushing your lips to his, quieting his mind and savouring it with love and affection.

𝐥 = 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 '𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?)

new saturday, new lazy day with stan.

the two of you met on the end of the street, from that point you two can easily go to the fluffy, green field near to the lake. you like these summer days –no school, no responsibilities, only the two of you, a pair of snadwiches from your lovely mom and a good book.

you hold stan's hand while walking to your usual place, the grass slightly appressed from the several days you spent here. when you sit down, you heard stan whisper something.

–did you say something, stan the man?

stan frowns, then shrugging his shoulders, grabbing your hands, kissing your forehead, his tender kiss tingling on the little curls near your temples too.

–i just wanted to say... that i love you. and thank you for being here for me, darling.

𝐦 = 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

laying on your flat roof at night, staring at the starry, dark sky, in the summer. soft rock music playing in the background, your favourites... cuddling with him, giving you the warmth you need, but his hands cold enough to give you the perfect temperature.

–you like this? –he asked quietly, not letting know your parents that the two of you sneak out in 2 am. you snuggle up to his cheek, nuzzling your nose on the curve of his dimple; your eyelashes tickling his soft skin.

–i love it. and you?

–i love it, too –he mumbles, lifting your shoulders a little bit, so now you lay on his chest. –mainly because i am with you, babylove.

and you are freaking happy too –with him, every moment is blissful and dream-like, just like him.

𝐧 = 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐥 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

he will do everything to reassure you that you're his love, his princess. you saw a missing piece from the comics you read? he'll slip it into your school-box. he always gonna buy you sweets and chocolate, sweet or salty popcorn or your favourite candy ─not only on your birthday, even when you feeling down or stressed. if stan collect enough courage, he will write little love letters to tuck it in your pocket during studying when you don't pay attention ─just to cause you a small, sweet suprise.

𝐨 = 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟?)

pastel pink. the color of the soft love and angels.

𝐩 = 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞?)

stan will call you babylove ─baby and love, just the pure definition of you for him.

𝐪 = 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

his old matchboxes (𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘴? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘺)): ), little do you know, but when his mother scolds him to clean up his room a little bit, he find them in one old, dusty shoe-box. stan can play with them for hours, and at the end of the turn-out session you can be sure, that he sneaks a pair from them onto the shelf.

𝐫 = 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲?)

sleep. even better if it's with you.

𝐬 = 𝐬𝐚𝐝 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩?)

stan is very, very emphatic, he feels immediately if something's wrong or not so right. he would talk with you, give one shoulder to cry on it, kissing and stroking your hair and cheeks ─sometimes he thinks that he can't do nothing, but when you began to snoring calmly, snuggling to his side, he get's a little more satisfied for being a good boyfriend.

𝐭 = 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭?)

mostly about the future, about a better life, you two can involve into a very deep conversation. stan like it very much when you talk about the things you like, your goals, your ideals –to him, you're a very pleasureable person.

𝐮 = 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱?)

silence. a little bit of loneliness always helps him to purify his messy mind. if the two of you sit beside each other in silence, that's absolutely perfect for stan.

𝐯 = 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐟? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟?)

he's proud of your relationship: you two can talk about everything, and always help the other to find a solution, to figure out something to the actual problem.

𝐰 = 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞?)

in his mind, his plans are pretty simple: stan would make you the perfect day in your –going to your favourite town, eating delicious foods, making photos from the two of you (mostly you, but you can't bear the thought to stand alone in all of the pictures; that's so allegoric, isn't it?). then, when the two of you sit on the hood of the car, he gently sneaks his hand into his pocket, gently holding your ring-finger, getting ready with the big speech, waiting for your reaction when you feel the cold stain against your soft skin...

𝐱 = 𝐱𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠?)

tears for fears – everybody wants to rule the world

❝𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.❞

𝐲 = 𝐲𝐞𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

yeah, actually –a lot!! but don't want to pressure you, if you don't want to. stan would like to know you to be his, forever.

𝐳 = 𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚 (𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭?)

stan is not the fan of the animals with fur, he mostly want a little, cute bird, or even more of them –but not to cage those little feather-balls, you help him to build a bird feeder with pastell pink walls and heart-shaped entrance. if you want a cat or dog, he doesn't mind it, but don't let them hurt the birdies, please )):

—お誕生日おめでとうレビーちゃｎ ♡

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 <𝟹

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