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neirawrites · 6 years ago

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WIP Questions tag game

Thanks for the tag @peoniepoetals you’re awesome :D

WIP: Phantom Limb

Yeah, I said i wasn’t going to touch Phantom Limb for a while, but the more i look at it, the more i like it, even if it’s sad.

1. Describe the plot in one sentence?

Four months after her death, it’s up to Alma, her one armed girlfriend Danica and their best friend Ozren to solve the mystery behind the terrorist attack that claimed her life and save the world in the process.

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

Sight: Ferhadija street at night Smell: cinnamon and coffee Feel: a touch of a familiar hand Taste: rose Turkish delight

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

A što ćemo ljuba kriti?

Računajte na nas

Par godina za nas

Hungarian rapsody

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

From Christmas Eve to New Years of 2018 in Sarajevo. Write what you know...

5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

Not really. This one was born as Phantom Limb.

6. What’s the first line of your novel?

After giving the matter some thought, I have to admit being dead isn’t actually the worst thing that has happened to me.

(sidenote, I’m really proud of this one)

7. What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?

-You have a future ahead of you. It will have its ups and downs, good days and terrible ones and I won’t be there to see any of them. And, that’s ok, Danica. That’s how it is, in this uncaring world. But, you will have other people. Ozren and Kristian, my family, a thousand kind strangers on the tram and who knows what else? I’m gone, but you are not, so live, Danica. Live for both of us.-. ....... –It would be easier if you were by my side.- ....... -And I will be. In your memories, in your thoughts, in our friends. That’s what stays behind. That’s our soul, the core of our existence in this world.-

I really like this entire chapter, no matter how sad it makes me.

8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

-I wish we had the chance to grow into better people together. To find our mistakes and fix them when that could have meant more.– I tell her –That opportunity, that’s what I’ll miss the most.-

(yeah, this one is melancholic enough)

9. Who are your character(s) faceclaims?

By either pure accident or some subconscious unresolved part of my brain, my two acquaintances I’ve known most of my life, who are best friends, look almost exactly how I pictured Alma and Danica. They post a lot of those bff pictures together and i’m always in awe at how well they fit.

10. Sort your character(s) into Hogwarts houses.

Gryffindor: Danica (the Neville kind) Ravenclaw: Alma Hufflepuff: Ozren, Sergei Slytherin: Zana, Kristian

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

After I changed the setting, i had to change the names and I think I did a pretty good job (although, there is a part of me that wants to pull an araki and name them all after local singers, bands and songs). My fave is probably Kristian Kapikul because it just sounds like a name of a world wide famous cellist.

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Danica was raised to be very feminine and girly and it stuck with her. loads of pink. skirts and flowery dresses. always impeccable.

Alma “what is an iron and can you eat it” omerbašić wears tank tops, t shirts and pants/shorts depending on the season. has left the house in her pidjama on numerous occasions. owns crocks and at least 12 different plaid shirts.

Ozren, my literally poor son, tries his hardest to look well put together, mostly because he knows he can’t afford to look shabby. Kinda a boring dresser. same shirts and pants combo.

Kristian spends his time in the closet learning about fashion. his cheapest shirt costs Ozren’s rent. Loads of designer stuff, make Danica look like Alma.

13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?

Well, Alma’s a bit dead at the moment, but her knees and legs are full of scars from when she was an injury prone kid who fell of her bike and ran into Miljacka at least once.

Danica survived and she has a lot of scars all over her body. the biggest one is on her face, under her right eye. she’s also missing most of her right hand.

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

Alma and Danica have all the sad gay tropes you can think of and I’m sooo sorry

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Ozren is a journalists and he’s a pretty good writer at that. Zana probably picked up the skill in her 2 millennia. Alma learned all she knows about writing from terrible shonen anime.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Best: Probably Kristian. Worst: Probably Alma, but Ozren isn’t that far behind.

17. What character swears the most? Least?

Alma. Ozren (tho, they are all from ex yu. we aren’t exactly known for our manners.)

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Danica and Zana write caligraphy. Edin is the worst.

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

This is a story of my last two brain cells after one of them has died. Danica has my depression, my pessimism, my inability to vocalize my feelings. Alma has my optimism (shut up, i am an endless supplier of both), my overwhelming desire to prove myself and be the best, for the sake of those like me who didn’t have the same chances and the front i keep putting on even when I don’t need to.

20. Which character would you most like to be?

All of these character are at best kinda sad and at worst clinically depressed, but I’m going with Kristian because he’s rich af and travels the world (i would go with Alma, but she’s kinda dead)

Now I want to go back to editing this even tho all of my friends are yet to read it and it makes my depression worse, but dang it i care about it sooo much.

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sweetlysilent · 7 years ago

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Daffodils

Requested By: Anonymous & @teenwolftrash9241114

hi can you do something where reader went away for the summer and had a MAJOR glow up while she was gone so when she comes back stan is SHOOK

can i get a stan imagine where they meet as kids but then one of them moves away and they reunite as teenagers or something of the sort? thanks xx

I recommend you listen to this song, while reading, bc I listened to it while I wrote it and it puts you in the mood. Also, I can't link it to YouTube anymore because my computer is whacked and thinks everything is a virus, so I linked it from Tumblr that connects to Spotify. Hopefully it works!

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Description: They say when you're young you remember the important things, so when you met a young boy with curly hair, you remembered when he gave you a daffodil, a flower that meant to new beginnings, also your new friendship; but then one summer you moved away without any notice, leaving the boy confused and hurt, but deep down he knew the universe would somehow reunite them one day.

Warnings: Slight swearing, some sadness, cute fluffy ending !!

Word Count: 5,425 (got WAY carried away asdfghjkl)

A/N: hOLY WOW okay so I loved these two ideas and I had to merge them together because it was just so perfect?? And I absolutely LOVE this fic so much, it's another one of my faves that I've written if I'm being honest. I spent probably four hours just writing this and making sure it was perfect, so I really hope you enjoy it!! :))

"Y/N why don't you go play in the field alright sweetie? Find some pretty flowers to bring back and we can put them in a vase for our table." Your mother smiled, her hand cupping your cheek gently as you smiled happily up at your mother, nodding eagerly before skipping across the street, into the field.

You skipped throughout the field, the colorful flowers blowing around from the wind, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. The field was glowing in a way you had never experienced before, it was mesmerizing, magical.

You walked through the flowers, your fingertips running along the tops of the yellow and white petals, a bright smile on your face as you breathed in the fresh air.

Your mother and father told you one evening while you were all on a family walk; that kids your age only remembered the important things, or the tragic things that happen to them when they were younger. You had asked them why that was, and they simply responded with 'It's something special enough that's worth remembering Y/N, for example, our evening family walks, when you get older, you'll have a family of your own, and maybe you'll do your own family walks too.'

Now here you were, sitting in the middle of the field, taking in the scenery around you, even though you were seven years old, you had a deep appreciation for nature and the life around you. You liked how the sun would glow on certain things and didn't on some, or how when the wind blew you could sometimes hear it whistling in your ears, or how if you sat still enough, you could hear the bees buzzing in the flowers.

It was a life experience you would never forget, something that would stick with you until you grew old and died, which you were okay with, because that meant you lived your life to the fullest.

Your fingers ran along a white flower, the petal soft and silky between your fingertips, the wind blowing ever so slightly, causing your hair to move along with the direction it was blowing, as a twig snapped a few feet away from you, catching your attention.

"Hello?" You called out, your voice echoing slightly from the emptiness in the field, your eyes scanning the horizon before something, or someone, emerged from within the flowers.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't know anyone was here.." The voice called back, making you giggle slightly at how hesitant the person was.

"It's okay! You can come join me if you want!" You shouted once more, before seeing the appearance of a boy come through the petals, he looked about your age, curly hair, a book in his hand.

"H-Hi." The boy smiled shyly, raising his hand up slightly to give a small wave, making you giggle once more, waving back at him.

"Hi." You smiled, squinting up at him from the sunlight which was shining down right on top of you two.

"I'm, Stanley, but you can call me Stan." He smiled, hesitantly walking over to you, taking a seat beside you as you smiled softly at him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." You turned your head, smiling at the boy, putting your hand out for him to shake, which he did.

"I didn't know anyone else would be out here, normally I'm the only one who wanders into the field at this time." Stan admitted, his face flushing slightly as he squinted his eyes.

"Well I hope you don't mind sharing Stanley, but I'm quite fascinated with nature myself, it's beautiful." You breathed out, your eyes scanning across the field, the sun radiating off a small pond of water.

"My mother also told me to pick some flowers for our table, we just moved here." You smiled, twirling a yellow daffodil between your fingers.

"Oh cool! Where'd you move from?" Stan questioned, the curiosity laced within his voice as he glanced over at you.

"Texas." You responded with a sigh, a feeling of sadness taking over, the thoughts of leaving your friends behind entering your mind once again.

"That's a long ways away, do you -do you miss your friends back home?" He questioned, as if reading your mind, as you gave a slight nod, leaning your head on his shoulder.

His eyes widened slightly, his face flushing once more, before he let his own head rest against yours. You didn't know what overpowered you do to this gesture, but for some reason you felt a connection with Stan, as if you had known him all your life, you felt at ease with him, peaceful.

"Y/N honey! Dinner!" You heard your mother calling for you, making you sigh slightly before lifting your head off his shoulder, giving him a shy smile.

"It was nice meeting you Stanley, I hope I see you again." You giggled, as you picked a few flowers for the vase, giving Stan a shy wave and began to walk home.

"Wait! Y/N!" Stan called after you, making you stop and turn around, watching as he jogged to catch up with you, a white flower in his hand.

"T-This is for you. I read that daffodils mean a new beginning, a fresh start, and I think, -or at least I hope that we can become really good friends, -so, this is uh -for you." He stammered, a shy smile on his face as he handed you the small white flower.

A smile overtook your lips as you accepted his kind gesture, twirling it between your fingers as you looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes.

"Trust me Stanley, we're going to be great friends, I'll never forget you." You smiled genuinely, placing the flower behind your ear, your hair falling over it slightly, before giving him a small wave, heading back to your house for dinner.

He watched you walk off, your silhouette fading as you got farther away from him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, a bright smile on his face. Not only had he made a new friend, but it was someone who understood him, someone that was interested in the same things he was, and it made something within him blossom.

A few weeks after you had met Stan, you both met up in the field each evening, in the beginning you were both just getting to know each other, what you both liked and disliked, what your favorite food was, favorite color, basically everything.

You had found out he loved bird watching, and that the book you had saw him carrying the first day you both met was actually a bird book he was reading. He let you skim through the pages one day, his heart beating as he saw you were genuinely interested in what he loved.

The next time you both met up at the field he brought binoculars, and you got to experience bird watching from a whole different level, it was breathtaking. However, Stan would secretly take small glances at you, the birds weren't the only thing that was breathtaking in his eyes.

As more time went on, you and Stan got even closer, you both also got older too, you both were now ten years old. Time was flying by and you didn't mind, especially if you had Stan to be around, he was your best friend.

"Y/N I have a surprise for you." Stan grinned, walking up to you with something behind his back, as you gave him a skeptical look.

"Stanley Uris what are you up to?" You crossed your arms, squinting up at him as you sat on the checkered blanket that was spread across a small patch of grass in the field.

"Close your eyes and I'll place it in your hand." Stan smiled, waiting for you to shut your eyes, before placing the object in your hands.

Once you felt something being placed into the palms of your hands, you heard him say 'Now open.' and your eyes flickered open, seeing a white and yellow daffodil between two sheets of glass.

"This, -This is beautiful Stanley." You smiled, observing the two flowers, their color radiating off of them.

"I got my mother to help me make it, but I thought you'd like it. You remember how I gave you the white daffodil the day we first met?" Stan smiled, sitting down next to you as you nodded.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's all dried up by now, but these, -these will stay like this forever, they were preserved in the glass, so they'll never lose their color." Stan explained, a soft smile on his mouth as you grinned down at the object in your hands.

"Stanley this is amazing, thank you." You smiled, setting down the glass and giving him a hug, which he immediately responded to, wrapping his arms around you.

It was a gesture that found a place in your heart, a place where only special memories go, ones that you'd remember until the day you died.

Evening soon turned to night and you and Stan had gone back home, while you were making space on your dresser, placing the glassed flowers in the center, a smile on your lips as you really got to observed it, your eyes quickly catching something behind the flowers.

There, engraved in the glass was two names.

Behind the white flower was, Y/N, Y/L/N and behind the yellow flower was Stanley Uris and then underneath all of it was written, Best friends since seven years old.

Your fingertips ran over the engraved words, a tear slipping down your cheek, your heart racing slightly. Stanley wasn't like other boys you'd met before, he was different, he appreciated you and what your interests were, he liked you, for you.

Your life was finally going the way you had always dreamed of, until one night you were woken up suddenly, your mother rushing into your room, telling you to pack whatever you could, and that they had to leave right that moment.

Your eyes were wide, as you nodded frantically, grabbing the duffle bag from underneath your bed, shoving in whatever you could, clothing, bathroom necessities, your stuffed animal, whatever money you had saved up, and then your eyes trailed to the glassed flowers.

You walked over to it, a sad smile on your face as you grabbed it, placing it in your duffle bag, before grabbing your blanket and pillow, zipping up your bag, tossing it over your shoulder, and exiting your room.

Your parents were already outside, the car engine started already, as they tossed their duffle bags as well into the trunk, while you took yours into the back seat, setting it on the floor as you buckled in. Your father and mother also getting into the car, before your father backed out of your driveway, and sped down the street.

You turned your head back, taking one last look at the field you loved, a place that opened you up to new things, new friends, a new beginning, a beginning that was now being put on hold.

The field started growing smaller the farther you drove away from it, the darkness being the only thing you could now see, making you sigh and face the front once more, you didn't even get to tell Stanley goodbye.

The next day Stan waited for you in the field, but you never showed up, at first he thought you had just gotten busy, so he let it slide. The next day he thought for sure you'd show up, but you didn't, and you didn't the next day after that, and after that and that's when he finally admitted you were just not coming anymore.

His heart broke, had he done something to scare you off? Was the gift he gave you too much? His mind was going into overdrive as he tried to come up with reasons as to why you never showed up.

He decided one day he'd try apologizing to you, so he went to your house, walked up to your front door, and rang the doorbell, only for there to be no response. He then noticed all the mail and news papers scattered across your front porch.

His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the dates on all of the papers, these were from weeks ago, why were they just laying around on your porch?

A few minutes passed by, until his eyes widened slightly in realization, you had moved, you had left, without saying anything, without any notice, without saying goodbye.

His expression dropped quickly, tears starting to pool in his eyes, this is why you never came to the field, this is why you never got back to him, because you were gone.

From that day Stan went through the stages of sadness, his mother and father were concerned for him, trying to convince him that he didn't do anything wrong, that he'd move past this, that he'd get over you eventually, that it just took time.

But he couldn't, as hard as he tried to, he couldn't get over you.

Three Years Later

"It's like this church full of Jews right, and Stan has to take this super Jew-y test." Eddie explained to Bill and Riche as they wandered down the busy school hallway.

"But how does it work?" Bill questioned, glancing at the smaller boy beside him.

"They slice the tip of his dick off." Eddie answered, shrugging his shoulders as he waved his hands around for emphasis.

"But Stan will have nothing left." Richie grinned, making Bill laugh as Stan approached from behind them.

"Hey Stan, what happens at the bar mitzvah anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-d-dick off." Bill questioned, looking over at the curly haired boy, a smug smile on his face.

"Yeah and I think the Rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, and turn to the crowd and say 'where's the beef?'" Richie joked, laughter escaping his lips and Bill and Eddie snorted in response.

"At the bar mitzvah, I read from the Torah and then suddenly I become a man." Stan explained, as he rounded the corner with his friends, walking past Henry Bowers and his puppet friends.

"Think they'll sign my yearbook?" Richie joked, as they all went down the stairs to exit the school.

As they made their way outside, they all slung their backpacks off their shoulders, dumping whatever they had into the trashcan.

"Best feeling ever." Stan grinned, as he threw his last notebook into the trash, before his gaze snapped over to Richie who was about to tell a joke, but he gave him a look before he could speak.

"So, what do you guys want to do tomorrow?" Eddie questioned, readjusting his now empty backpack on his back.

"I start my training." Richie explained, watching as Eddie rolled his eyes in response.

"What training?" Eddie questioned tiredly, crossing his arms as Bill and Stan stood around the both of them.

"Street fighter." Richie replied excitedly, giving him a wink making Eddie laugh sarcastically.

"Is that how you really want to spend your summer? Inside an arcade?" Eddie grimaced, the amount of germs in that place was enough for Eddie to be put in quarantine for the rest of his life.

"Beats spending it inside your mother." Richie replied, raising his arm in the air with a 'OOOOHHH' leaving his mouth, before Stan rolled his eyes and yanked his arm down.

"What if we go to the Quarry?" Stan suggested, as everyone gave a slight nod, but then remembered that they were all supposed to go to the Barrens to help look for Georgie.

They all started to walk away from the trashcan, before Henry and his puppet gang shoved their way through their group.

Henry yanked Richie's backpack straps, shoving him right into Stan as they both stumbled to the ground, making them groan. Patrick, another puppet from Henry's group picked up Stan's kippah, a grin on his face, "Nice Frisbee, flamer." He laughed, before throwing it onto a moving school bus.

Belch, another puppet member burped in Eddie's face, before shoving him into this friends, while Henry bumped his shoulder into Bill's.

"You s-s-suck Bowers!" Bill shouted, causing them all to stop walking and slowly turn around.

In that moment they all knew they were screwed, Henry was for sure going to murder them right then and there.

Henry sauntered towards Bill, his face stern, full of rage as he got in Bill's face.

"-Hey guys, I hope you don't mind me interrupting whatever this is, but can someone show me how to get to the front office?" A voice spoke over Henry, causing their attention to focus to where it came from.

Bill's eyes widened at the sight of you, he was afraid you just marked yourself as a number one enemy in Henry's murder book.

"I-I can, I mean, w-we all c-can if you'd l-l-like." Bill stuttered out, as he slowly backed away from Henry, who was grinning at you.

"I don't think we've met before, I'm Henry, Henry Bowers." He introduced himself, as you crossed your arms, an eyebrow raised.

"And your name is..?" He trailed off, a smug smile on his lips as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Not interested." You gave a fake smile, giving him a wave, before shooing him off and away to wherever him and his puppet friends go.

Henry only shook his head, a dark laugh leaving his mouth, before him and his friends left, but of course, messed with the boys once more, making you grit your teeth slightly.

You hated bullies, absolutely hated them.

"Man that guy is full of himself." You muttered, walking over to the boy with glasses, helping him up, before walking over to the next boy, holding your hand out to him.

He stared up at you, his eyes widening slightly, his breath getting caught in his throat before accepting your kind gesture.

"T-Thanks for h-helping us." Bill smiled slightly, as you gave a slight nod in response, glancing at the four of them.

"You don't actually have to show me were the front office is, I just wanted to get those shitheads away from you guys." You shrugged your shoulders, a soft smile on your lips as you gave them a small wave, before making your way to the school building.

"Wait! Hold on!" One of them shouted after you, making you halt your feet and turn back around.

"Would you like to come to the Quarry with us later?" Eddie offered, making you smile slightly.

"I'll think about it. See ya." You winked at them all, before making your way into the school, leaving them all mesmerized, especially Stan.

It wasn't possible, was it? Was it really you?

"Stanley? Hello? Earth to Stanley." Richie snapped his fingers in his face, making him blink rapidly, before swatting his hands away.

"What's up with you?" Eddie commented, as they walked next to their bikes.

"You remember when I told you about someone I knew from when I was younger? How I met them in the field and we became best friends and then they were just gone?" Stan explained warily, his fingers twitching from the memory of you disappearing.

"Yeah, what about it?" Richie questioned, his eyes magnified from his glasses as he looked at his friend.

"I think that was Y/N." Stan whispered, a faint smile on his lips, as the rest of the boys stopped walking, now slightly concerned for Stan.

"How d-d-do you k-know that for s-sure?" Bill questioned hesitantly, as Stan shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I just know."

Once you registered for school the next year, you decided to go to the one place you knew, the one place that made Derry feel like home.

You rode your bike down the road, back to the field that started it all, and where everything also seemed to be put on hold.

You dropped your bike off, wandering your way throughout the flowers, a smile on your face as you made it to the center of the field.

Your eyes flickering around, before landing on something, there laying a few feet from you was a checkered blanket, the same checkered blanket you and Stan used to sit on when you were kids.

You slowly made your way over to it, the blanket was faded, as if it was left there for a long time, as if it was forgotten, it now had some holes in it, which made your heart break at the sight.

You sat down on the blanket, your fingers running along the fabric, before you shuffled your backpack off your shoulder, bringing out the one thing that kept you sane those past three years.

You let your fingertips run across the engraved words, as you looked at the still perfectly colorful flowers pressed in-between the glass.

"Where are you Stanley?" You whispered to the glass, as if he could hear you and lead you to where he was, if he was even still in Derry.

You sat in the silence for a while, taking in the scenery of the field as if it was the first time you were doing it, still holding the glass in your lap.

You knew it was getting late, that you were supposed to meet the boys at the Quarry, but you couldn't help but feel guilty, you should be looking for Stan, not hanging out with some strangers you'd just met.

Your mind couldn't help but wander and think about how Stan had probably been waiting for you that day you left, how he was probably sitting right were you were on the checkered blanket, his book about birds beside him along with his binoculars, but you never came.

Your heart broke at the thought, you didn't want to leave him that day, but you didn't have a choice, it's how your family worked. A tear slipped down your cheek as you stood up, placing the glass back into your bag, before grabbing a fresh yellow and white daffodil.

You then made your way to the Quarry, Stan had taken you there once when you were little, saying it was the best place for bird watching, which was true.

You pedaled your bike down the road for about fifteen minutes, before turning into the forest, making your way through until you heard voices shouting.

You hopped off your bike, letting your bag sit beside it as you walked into view, catching their attention.

You still held the flowers in your hand as you glanced at all the boys, noticing there was someone new to the group, who you soon learned was named Ben.

"You made it!" Richie cheered, making you smile and laugh lightly.

"We weren't sure if you were going to come or not." Eddie confessed, making your eyebrows furrow.

"And miss you guys jumping off a cliff? I wouldn't miss that." You teased them, smiling as they all laughed nervously, they were bluffing when they said they did cliff jumping all the time, but of course, you didn't need to know that.

You walked up closer towards them, wanting to see the view for yourself, while Stan could not take his eyes off of you, before his eyes flickered down to the flowers in your hand.

"Daffodils." He whispered, catching your attention, as you looked over at him in curiosity.

"Yeah. They're my favorite." You smiled softly, twirling the two flowers between your fingertips.

"Mine too. I like the yellow ones." Stan choked out, his eyes starting to water slightly.

Your eyes flickered back up to his, noticing how they were starting to get blurry, you felt your stomach churn a bit, was he okay?

"W-Where did you get them from?" He whispered, a faint smile on his lips as his heart started racing faster.

"From a field a few miles from here.. It's a place that I used to go to as a kid, I met this boy there when I was younger, he gave," You paused for a moment your throat tightening slightly as you attempted to clear your voice before continuing, "-he gave me this glass frame with a yellow and white daffodil in it." You smiled softly at the memory, your own eyes starting to water.

"They're still colorful, just like he said they would be." You whispered, running your index fingers underneath your eyes to wipe the tears away.

"Holy shit."

"You were right."

"No way."

"This is crazy."

You looked over at the other boys who were staring at you in shock, their eyes wide, making you slightly confused.

"It's, -It's really you." Stan whispered, his eyes fixated on you, as yours flickered back over to focus on him, as his lip began to quiver slightly.

"-I don't.. -Am I supposed to know what's going on?" You trailed off, looking at him in confusion.

"Y/N, really look at me." Stan whispered, making your brows furrow even more, but you did what he said and you really looked at him, studying his features, the curly hair, the sparkling eyes, the soft smile.

It was as if you were having flashbacks, you and Stan sitting on the checkered blanket in the daffodil field, his eyes were sparkling from the sunlight shining down on him, you were laughing at a lame joke he had told you, his smile growing wider as your laughter filled his ears.

Your eyes started to water at the memory, your gaze never leaving the boys in front of you, you shook your head slightly, a strangled noise coming from your throat.

"S-Stanley? Is it.. Is it really you?" You choked out, a tear sliding down your cheek, as you covered your mouth with your hand as he nodded in response.

You immediately rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, as he did the same, your fingers getting tangled in his messy curls as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"How did I not realize it was you this whole time? Ohmygod." You choked out between sobs, making Stan laugh lightly.

You both broke apart after a few minutes, unable to wipe the smiles off each others faces.

"We both grew up Y/N, I mean look at you, you're even more gorgeous now than before, not that you weren't gorgeous before but-" He stammered, making you laugh.

It was true, from the moment he had seen you at the school he was blown away, he remembered how you looked when you were ten years old, you had short hair, your face was a bit chubby, you had braces. Yet, he still loved everything about you.

But here you are now, standing before him three years later, you're both now thirteen, your hair is longer, healthier looking, you no longer have braces, your face has slimed up a bit, along with a few light freckles dancing across the bridge of your nose.

Stan was awe struck, he couldn't believe that it was actually you, standing before him, after all this time.

His mind snapped back into reality once he noticed you giving him a small smirk, making his face flush instantly.

"I know what you mean Stanley, same goes to you, you've gotten taller, your voice got a bit deeper, your face is still adorable, and for the win, your hair has gotten curlier." You smiled, observing his features, he really had grown up a lot since you had last seen him.

You had always thought Stan was cute when you were kids, how his hair was slightly curly, how his eyes would sparkle in the sunlight, how his laugh could light up an entire room.

And now, here he was, no longer ten years old, now thirteen, looking handsome as ever, his hair curlier, hanging in his face a bit, which you loved.

Now it was his turn to snap you out of your thoughts, his voice bringing you back to reality as he shuffled his feet slightly.

"I really missed you." Stan admitted, a sad smile on his face as you let out a shaky sigh.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I left without telling you, without saying goodbye, I didn't have a chance to, my family sometimes has to leave in sudden moments without a word, and that's what happened." You explained, a tear slipping down your cheek, but Stan was quick to brush it away with his thumb.

"Makes sense as to why you never came, and why there was so much mail on your front porch." Stan smiled softly, as you nodded in response.

"You're the only thing that kept me sane the entire time I was gone, you know that?" You confessed, making his eyebrows raise slightly, as he saw your eyes light up brightly.

He watched you quickly run off to grab something from your bag, before making your way back, holding the object out to show him, seeing his eyes widen in surprise, it was the glassed flowers he had given you the day before you left.

"You really did keep it." He breathed out, his eyes sparkling as he held it in his hands, turning it over gently to see the words still engraved on the back.

"I wasn't going to leave without it." You smiled softly, watching as his face expression brightened like the sun, a smile on his lips.

"Oh for the love of god, just kiss already!" Richie shouted, startling you and Stan, you both clearly forgot they were all still there.

Stan gave you a hesitant smile, but you were done messing around, you waited three years for this moment, and you were going to take it.

You grabbed the glass from his hands, setting it on the ground, before pulling him closer to you, pressing your lips against his, causing him to freeze at first, but slowly relax and kiss you back.

Your fingers wandered through his hair, while another was resting on his cheek, while his one hand went to the mid section of your back, and the other resting gently on the side of your face.

You both eventually broke the passionate kiss, needing air, before hearing the cheering and clapping sounds from the other boys.

"YES. GET SOME STAN THE MAN."

"Shut up Richie!"

"Just sh-shove h-him off the c-cliff."

"Fuck you Bill."

You and Stan both laughed, your foreheads pressed together as you smiled at one another, the glassed flowers beneath the both of you.

The universe really did have it's way of bringing people back together, even by nature itself.

Which is exactly where you and Stan both had your first date, the place where it all started, the daffodil field.

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Hi Liz!! I love your blog and congrats on your follower milestone!!! ❤️❤️ for the prompt party 🐬 jimon or clizzy + your fave song? You're a ray of sunshine in this fandom and I hope you never forget that!! 💜💜💜💜

based off this prompt a part in (this) video (starts at 7.58 and ends at 9.13) where the two of them are dancing together in the dark in their room. plus i’m absolutely smitten with clizzy so i loved writing this. the song for them is “tenerife sea” by ed sheeran. i hope you like this, thank you so much for sending one in. 💜

Clary walked through the door to their room and almost immediately took off the heels she’d been wearing all night. “I love Luke, but if he makes us stay that late at another party, I’m gonna kick his ass.” Clary was joking and her tone was playful, she obviously would never mind spending her time with both Downworlders and Shadowhunters alike. The party had reminded her of the many years ago when they’d thrown a party after they defeated Valentine. Since then, the tension between many of the Downworlders and Shadowhunters had nearly disappeared. And with the wedding between Magnus and Alec last year, the last bit of tension had vanished. She exhaled a soft breath, running her fingers through her curled hair, the locks falling down the side of her neck and down to her mid-back.

“I don’t know. You may have been uncomfortable, but you looked gorgeous.” Izzy shot her a sympathetic smile, slipping off her heels as well and grabbed Clary’s before she went to the closet and put both pairs on the floor of the closet. She then went over to the drawers on the other side of the room and got both her and Clary some more comfortable clothes; just sweatpants and tee shirts for the both of them. She turned around to see Clary struggling with her dress, not being able to quite reach the zipper in the back. “Need help, love?” Her voice nearly cracked, as she was holding herself from bursting out in giggles at how frustrated Clary seemed to be getting.

Clary rolled her eyes at the tone of Izzy’s voice, letting a whine slip past her lips. “Shut up, if I needed help I’d-” Before she could finish her sentence, her girlfriend was by her side, helping her unzip the back of her dress. She sighed in relief when she finally slipped the dress off of her shoulders and down to the ground, almost immediately pulling the tee that Izzy had grabbed over her head. She kicked the dress off from where it had pooled at it her feet and it landed near the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. Clary turned to face Izzy and was met with her girlfriend’s back, as she also needed help with the zipper on her back. “I suppose you need me to help you as well?”

“Definitely not. I grew up with all brothers, had to learn how to unzip a dress by myself. But having you help me is much nicer than doing it alone.” Izzy’s words brought a wide smile to Clary’s lips, and before Izzy felt the dress unzipping, she felt her hair being pushed to the side of her neck, over her shoulder, and Clary’s lips pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. Her cheeks heated up, and she could feel the blush traveling down her neck as well. Clary finished unzipping the dress Izzy had on and Izzy wasted no time in changing from the dress to the large tee she’d gotten herself. She bundled up her dress in her hands and tossed it over to the hamper. “Much better. Now, I can deal with heels and dresses, but coming home with you and changing into our lazy clothes is always much more comfortable.” She pulled Clary close to her by wrapping both of her arms around her waist, locking her hands together behind Clary’s back.

Clary’s wide grin had become just a lazy smile, and the corners of her eyes were still crinkled slightly because of it. “I agree, one hundred percent.” She let Izzy pull her closer and her arms instinctively went around Izzy’s neck, her hands finding their way to Izzy’s hair easily so she could run her fingers through it. “Glad we got to be with everyone tonight, but I missed you.” Her words were mumbled, soft, and quiet, but she knew Izzy could hear her based on the smile tugging at Izzy’s lips. She rested her forehead against Izzy’s and let her eyes fall shut.

Izzy’s eyes fell shut as well, a content sigh falling from her lips as she slowly rocked them back and forth in the spot where they were standing. They stood there for a few moments before Izzy spoke up again, her eyes now open as she slowly pulled away from Clary. “M’gonna put some music on, yeah? Like the other night when we got home from that hunt?” She only fully pulled away when Clary nodded her head and she walked out of their room and into the living area of their apartment. After she and Clary had been together for two years, the two of them decided upon getting an apartment outside of the Institute. Clary had missed living in an apartment, and Izzy had been excited to finally have a real home and not just the Institute. So the colorful interior of their apartment still made Izzy’s heart jump every time she was in their home, and it just reminded her of what she and Clary have, and that it’s real. She grabbed the bluetooth speaker from the coffee table and Clary’s phone off of the kitchen island, knowing that Clary had a wider taste of music that she did. Before going back to their room, she turned the speaker on as well as Clary’s phone and started going through the songs. Ed Sheeran appeared to be one of the most recently played artists, and despite not really knowing who he was, she clicked on the green cover of an album and pressed the shuffle button. When the music started playing through the speaker, she walked back into her’s and Clary’s room.

Clary had picked up the room a bit, actually putting her dress into the hamper, tidying up the makeup on the counter in their bathroom, little things, while she waited for Izzy. She was putting away a little bit of laundry that had been done earlier in the day when she heard Izzy walking in, and she heard a familiar tune playing from the bluetooth speaker. “You chose one of my favorites. Was that on purpose?” Clary shut the dresser drawer and stood up straight, walking to where Izzy was near the door, taking both the speaker and phone from her girlfriend’s hands and setting both on the dresser top. She turned the music up to a louder volume and then turned to face Izzy again. “Promised me a dance?” She smiled at her girlfriend, her hands held out for Izzy to take. When Izzy did take them, she let out a breathy laugh as Izzy tugged her over to the center of the room.

“Hush, can’t hear the music you goof.” Izzy pulled Clary closer to her once more, her arms resting around Clary’s waist and Clary’s arms already looping around her neck. She ducked her head down and rested her face against the space between Clary’s neck and shoulder. She pressed a few gentle kisses to the skin there, her eyes falling shut as Clary rocked the two of them this time.

“So in love…. So in love.” Clary hummed along to the song, her words soft against the volume of the song. She ran her fingers through Izzy’s hair again, rocking the two of them from side to side, her eyes shut as well as she continued humming along to the soft tune of the song.

“You look so beautiful in this light, the way it brings out the green in your eyes is the Tenerife sea.” Izzy barely knew the words to this song, didn’t even know it was by Ed Sheeran until this day, but she knew enough of the lyrics that reminded her of her girlfriend. She heard Clary let out a quiet giggle and couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face. She brought her head up from where she was resting on Clary’s shoulder and instead rested her forehead against Clary’s. She didn’t open her eyes, she was happy just keeping her eyes shut and holding Clary’s body close to hers in their dimly lit room.

“Sorry, babe, but the sea isn’t green, it’s blue. And those aren’t the lyrics.” Clary pressed a kiss to Izzy’s nose, then to Izzy’s lips, smiling into the kiss when Izzy’s lips moved with hers. She held the back of Izzy’s neck with one hand and the other rested on Izzy’s shoulder. She only pulled away from the kiss when she knew the both of them needed to actually breathe, and when her eyes met Izzy’s, she couldn’t help the grin that overtook her features. Her eyes were lit up, the corners of her eyes were crinkled up, and she was truly happy.

“Love you.”

“I know.”

#liz's prompt party #i hope you love this #i think it's okayish #maybe not my bect #bimgnusbane #shadowhunters #clizzy #fic #my writing #clizzy fic

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