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kate-bishops · 5 months ago
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I see this… this spark in you, it’s amazing, it’s why I push you. But it’s yours, and whatever you choose to do with it, you’ll be great.
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doin-stuff · 4 months ago
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KAT'S YEAR REVIEW & A THANK YOU NOTE
hello my lovelies! we reached the end of this year (thank god) and i have a few things to say and a lot to thank for you guys.
(i promise that the rest of my writing is not in this font lol)
this year sucked. bigtime. everyone was all over 2020, how bad it was and all but lemme tell you, 2021 wasn't that much better either. first half of this year was spent with struggling trying to find a job while spiraling down into the rabbit hole of self-pity and depression. finally in may (after 8 months of searching), i got accepted to a place that wasn't (and isn't) any better than what I had left behind in 2020. still, it is somewhat better and i least i have a monthly income for now.
but i still very much like to move on to something else in 2022 so here is the first thing im hoping for next year: a good job with a good salary, something i enjoy doing. (huh good luck you dumb biatch lol)
so all in all, i hated this year but!! there are a few things that made is somewhat bareable and it is all thanks to you guys! (here comes the soppy part so buckle up)
i (re)discovered the world of fanfiction throughout the pedro fandom sometime in november, 2020. i have all that time in my hands since i didnt have a job and i got really into it. ever since then, i find it hard at nights to go to sleep without reading anything before it (kinda became a tradition of mine if you will) and during the winter, reading fanfics helped me tremendously. they helped me escape from my miserable, jobless, futureless and lonely af life and they helped me get through the day. they brought me joy, sometimes tears in a good way and i caught myself staying up til 2 or 3 just to read "one more" chapter of a certain fic.
i still cant believe you guys are doing this for free, for our entertainment (and yours) ! sharing your wonderful works with us and expecting nothing in return (except for the obviously well deserved likes & reblogs) is truly a wonder i never be able to comprehend!
tumblr is truly a hellsite, it gave me so much anxiety since i joined back in actively yet... tumblr is also that thing that gave me the most joy this year with y'all in it.
and now for the thank you notes:
⭐ yes of course im starting with my dearest, my love, my one braincell, @queenofthefaceless. ari, you were one of the first 'big' blogs that started following me after i started making gifs again and i was all over and back and that support still holds up til today. thank you for your neverending support and for always being there for me, no matter what. ilysm. 💜
⭐ although we dont speak much lately, @keethus-arts I ll never forget your support and nice words whenever i was feeling down. thank you keeth! 💜
⭐ when @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa started following me, i was just about to go to bed around 2 am, but when i saw the notification i got so excited that i couldnt sleep for another half an hour and then the next morning i checked in there again to see if i wasnt dreaming. for a while i was intimidated by Katryn for some stupid reason (you know big blog with amazing and popular fics and all) but honestly she's the absolute sweetest and I'm so glad I got to meet you! You have such amazing & wonderful stories! i also wanna thank you for your infinite support towards my maxie gifs and towards my other works too💜
⭐ the same happened with @qveenbvtch, i was (and am) so in love with her javi series, i never thought that such a big and amazing (and intimidating) writer would ever talk to me, let alone follow me but she is also one of the sweetest person i've ever met here and i hope she is doing alright and having a nice holidays wherever she is right now 💜
⭐ @mandocrasis birdie, you know this by now but i found you and your blog through your mind blowing fic interruption which is probably something i will never shut up about, but through that smutty one piece i got to meet a wonderful person with wonderful stories & i thank you for your never fading support towards me and my gifs 💜
⭐ @asta-lily lil beans, although you are not that active anymore on tumblr (which i hope will change one day), you were one of the first people i became mutuals with and i was lucky enough too meet the sweetest, loveliest person in you. and your AOJ story forever remains dear to my heart 💜
⭐ sweet, sweet @anaaaispunk ! the first thing i read from you was the first chapter of your crazy in love series (during my summer holiday, on a beach, with people all around me... ) i was instantly blown away and sweating (and not just from the hot wheater 🤭), I just knew I had to follow you for more haha. but this way I got to meet another sweet soul of tumblr with an amazing writing talent. thank you for all the love and support you have shown towards me and my gifs 💜
⭐ MEG! i feel like i am so lucky for finding your soft max lord series, it seriously changed my life, i fell in love with the story, with max, the whole thing.. and when you dedicated your latest chapter to me with that sweet note, i felt like i could cry, because honestly, one of the best thing that happened to me lately haha. you are an absolute angel and dont you forget that @perropascal !! 💜
⭐ and i also wanna mention and say thanks to @babydarkstar! Your ezra story had blown me the fuck away, seriously, its amazing, wonderful and beautiful.. just like you anya, thank you for support and your amazingness! 💜
Alrighty, i talk way too fucking much so im just gonna tag the rest of y'all to whom i say a massive thanks because without your amazing fics i dont think i would have survived this year ( i know with some of you we are not mutuals but that doesnt stop me from loving your works):
@absurdthirst, @toomanystoriessolittletime, @storiesofthefandomlovers, @honestly-shite, @littlemisspascal, @radiowallet, @queridopascal, @just-here-for-the-moment, @softpedropascal , @javier-pena, @f0rever15elf, @danidrabbles, @lellowberry, @pedro-pascal-love, @foli-vora, @krissology @frannyzooey, @starlightmornings, @wordsnwhiskey, @juletheghoul, @dincrypt, @mandosmistress, @yespolkadotkitty, @songsformonkeys, @the-ginger-hedge-witch, @astroboots, @brandyllyn, @charnelhouse , @ezrasbirdie , @novemberrain221, @oonajaeadira
And to every other lovely mutuals I am lucky enough to have: without your support I'd be nowhere. Love y'all tremendously 💋❤️❤️
@beskarboobs, @300mirrors, @over300books, @artsymaddie, @phantomviola, @djarsdin, @sirtadcooper , @lucrezia-thoughts, @wild-at-heart-kept-in-cage
Here's to another shitty AMAZING year with you guys on this hellsite!! 🥂🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️
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canislupus-exe · a year ago
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That Was Never Delivered | stanley uris
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YOU ARE READING PART TWO
>> gif credit to @/juliendouvier on tumblr <<
fandom | It: Chapter One
character | (17) Stanley Uris
reader | They/them (she ver.) (he ver.)
requested | @romantic-insanity
warnings | Swearing
word count | 2,272
keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian’s noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc.), (h/h/t) = her, his, or their, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they
summary | hello there! idk if you do stan x reader but i'm requesting it anyways lol. so like y/n used live in Derry and even fought It with the losers but after that their family moved away. they came back though when they were like 16/17 and realize that after all this years they're still in love with stan? and they're like "well i don't have anything to lose" so they tell him and he likes them back and fluff? thanks
>> part one | linktree <<
Keep reading
You sighed as you stared at your ceiling. Your blanket was barely on you and even though you were cold, you had no intentions of adjusting it. The sun was bright through your window but you didn’t know that. You had done everything you could to mask its cheeriness. Today was just one of those days. One of those days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed, do nothing and listen to the sweet tunes of the radio.
A familiar beat met your ears and you couldn’t help but smile. You closed your eyes and began to sing along. As the words fell out of your mouth, you found yourself reminded of Stan.
“I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling
Gotta make you understand.” You sang, lightly tapping your foot on the bed.
“Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.”
Except, that’s exactly what you had done. You had said goodbye. You had given him up. You had deserted him. You groaned loudly and pushed your face against your pillow. You were so wrapped up in your self-pity that you didn’t even notice that your (g/n) walked in until you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.
“(Y/n)…” (S/h/t) trailed off. You grunted, signaling (h/h/t) to continue.
“What’s wrong?” (S/h/t) asked. You sighed and moved your face away from your pillow.
“Nothing. I’m just not feeling very good.” You replied.
“It seems like your always ‘not feeling very good’. You’re unhappy here, aren’t you?” (S/h/t) asked.
“No, I’m fine (g/n). It’s probably just because I’m getting older.” You mumbled. (S/h/t) raised (h/h/t) eyebrows before standing up.
“Oh, okay. If that’s the case then I guess you’d still be out of it if we moved back to Derry.” (S/h/t) said as she began to walk away. As soon as the words reached your ears, you sat bolt upright.
“Pardon?” You asked, not believing what you had just heard. Your (g/n) smiled.
“Well, I overheard my boss saying that he was letting some people go because of budget cuts. I thought it’d be nice if we sold all this fancy stuff and bought the next ticket to Maine, but, since it’s just ‘getting older’, I’m sure you’ll still be sad there.” (S/h/t) said. (S/h/t) began to open the door but before (s/h/t) could leave, you stumbled out of your bed.
“No! No no no no no! I hate it here! I hate the stupid school! I hate the stupid people! I hate the stupid stores! All of it! I just hate New York!” You shouted frantically. (S/h/t) laughed.
“Then you better help me move all this furniture outside.” (S/h/t) replied. You raised your eyebrows.
“Wait, why are we selling the furniture?” You asked.
“Well I called some old friends who still live in Derry and it turns out that no one even moved into the old house.” (S/h/t) answered.
“So it’s just been empty for all these years?” You questioned. (S/h/t) nodded.
“Empty except for everything we left there.”
>> timeskip <<
You smiled as your old house came into view. The wall’s paint was slightly peeling and the weeds were overgrowing but it was still so beautiful. Perhaps you only thought this because you had missed it so much, but either way, you were more than ecstatic to be there.
As soon as the car came to a not-so complete stop, you rushed out. Your feet hit the pavement and you found yourself running to the front door. You pushed it open with blunt force, laughing childishly as you jumped on your old couch. You stretched and smiled before a thought crossed your mind. M.B.
You got up faster than you ever had and ran outside, almost knocking your (g/n) over. You turned the corner of your house and ran to the back. It was surreal, honestly. Seeing your bike there, slightly rusted and leaning against the wall. The bike that had meant so much to you but you had to let go of was right there. You grasped the handlebars and could feel yourself about to start crying. Wow, (Y/n), crying over a bike. Nice.
You swung your leg over it and situated yourself, smiling at the foreign yet familiar feeling of the seat underneath you. You lifted the kickstand and pushed on the pedals ever so slightly. You began to ride away from the spot it had rested for years. You circled around your house once before slowing down as something caught your eye. You glanced through the window of your old bedroom and saw a folded piece of paper on the floor. Huh, I guess it fell out of one of my boxes when I was moving them. Wonder what it is?
You dismounted your bike and popped open the window, remembering that you always left it unlocked which probably wasn’t the best idea. You were kinda glad, it saved you the time of having to walk all the way back around. You steadied yourself and walked to the paper, picking it up and unfolding it. As your eyes began to scan it, your heart began to speed up.
Dear Stanley,
I guess I’m just gonna get all of this off my chest straight away. I’m moving to New York so I’m probably never going to see you again. I know, it sucks. I know I should’ve told you and the Losers in person but I guess… I guess I just didn’t have the courage. For me, writing this seems a lot easier than having to tell you face to face. But this is less of a farewell letter and more of a confession.
You see, I think I’m in love with you. Well actually, I know I’m in love with you. It all started the first day I met you when you asked if I wanted to be a part of the Loser’s Club. It didn’t mean much at first but as time progressed, I found myself so infatuated with you. I used to tell myself that it was just as best friends and nothing more, but I knew better than that.
I knew every time I looked at you and my heart sped up, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew every time you said my name and I had to look away because I turned so red, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew that every time you touched me and I got that stupid knot in my stomach, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. None of it was because you were my best friend. God this must sound so cheesy.
I don’t know if you ever returned my feelings, and I suppose I never will. Maybe I’m doing this because I don’t want to live with the constant reminder that I never did anything. That I never took the leap. By the time you read this, I’ll probably be halfway to New York. By the time you forgot about this, I’ll probably have forgotten you. I doubt that, though. I don’t think I could ever forget you. Not with a face like yours I couldn’t. If that’s the case then it’ll be really easy for you to forget me. There’s not much worth remembering anyway.
So here I am, at seven in the morning spending hours on writing a stupid love letter that you’ll probably just end up throwing away in seconds and reminiscing about the time we spent together. I’m sleep-deprived and running on nothing but coffee and pure adrenaline, so here’s to me, the person who was so scared of opening their mouth that they’ll never know whether he liked them back or not.
~(Y/n)<3
As you finished reading it, your throat became dry. Four years ago you had spent so much time crafting this letter and here it was, sitting on your bedroom floor, rotting away with no one to appreciate it. You checked your watch and closed your eyes. You had to give this to him. You couldn’t just let this go to waste. Not again. You climbed out of your window and onto your bike. If the Losers were still the Losers, then you knew exactly where they’d be.
>> timeskip <<
You brought your bike to a stop behind the trees. You could see your friends from afar, drenched from head to toe in water. You smiled as you watched Eddie hold Richie underneath the water, and laughed as Bill tried to pull him away. Then there was Mike and Ben, innocently floating in the background. You couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing.
“Hey fellas, you wouldn’t know where I could find a boy named Stan, would you?” You asked, revealing yourself from the woods. They glanced at you nonchalantly before abruptly stopping what they were doing. They stared with open mouths as Richie popped back up from the water, coughing.
“What? Did I miss - Holy fuck! (Y/n) is that you?” He asked as he wiped the water from his eyes. You raised your eyebrows.
“How can you see me? Don’t tell me you’re wearing contacts?” You asked. He smirked.
“Yeah, I am. Kinda glad too, or else I wouldn’t be able to see that fine ass of yours. What are you doing looking for a square like Stan anyways?” He asked. You laughed and rolled your eyes.
“That’s none of your business, Richie. All you need to know is that I’m looking for him.” You replied. He laughed.
“He said he saw a Mockingbird. Odds are he’s at his house obsessing over it.” He said with a shrug. You smiled.
“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later. Next time your gonna do a group hangout, I’m sure my number hasn’t changed.” You called out as you walked back to your bike.
>> timeskip <<
The large house came into view and you could already feel your heart speeding up. You gripped your handlebars until your knuckles turned white. This is it. You exhaled and placed the kickstand down. After grabbing the letter from your pocket, you walked to the front door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and knocked. You could hear footsteps from the other side and held your breath as it opened.
“Hello, can I - (Y/n)?” Stan’s father said as he opened the door. You smiled.
“Hi Don, long time no see, huh?” You asked. He smiled and embraced you.
“Yes, too long actually. What are you doing back?” He asked as he pulled away.
“(G/n) thought it’d be nice to move back. Is uh, is Stan home?” You asked. He nodded and opened the door for you to come in. He lead you to Stan’s room, even though you still remembered how to get there. You nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek as he opened the door.
“Stanley, there’s someone here to see you,” Don said. Stan didn’t even move.
“Who is it?” He asked. You laughed.
“Why don’t you turn around and look.” You said. After hearing you, he turned around immediately. His eyes were wide as he stared at you.
“(Y/n)?” He asked. You smiled. Stan stood up and rushed towards you, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced. As you hugged him back, you could hear his dad shutting the door. Minutes passed by with nothing but sweet silence and the amazing smell of pine trees that Stan always seemed to emit. After he pulled away, he gave you a smile like never before.
“Hi.” He breathed out. You laughed.
“Hi.” You replied. Stan pulled away entirely but kept holding on to your shoulders. You looked down at your hands, the letter still firmly in your grip. You glanced up and sighed.
“Listen, before I get cold feet and end up not doing this I… I need you to read this.” You said and handed him the paper. He raised his eyebrows but unfolded it. You began to breathe faster as you watched his eyes read over the words. His face stayed stoic. After about two minutes, he looked at you. Before he could speak, you spoke first.
“I wrote that before I left. I put it inside the book I gave you, but I guess it fell out. I came here today so I could give it to you for laughs, but… but then you hugged me and all those stupid middle school feelings came rushing back. I thought maybe after four years away from you, I’d be fine but I’m not. I still love you.” You said. Stan stared at you as you covered your face, too embarrassed to let him see you. Nothing was said, and you knew this was a bad sign. You sighed.
“And you know, now that I’ve just got here and you obviously don’t return my feelings, we can just start over.” You said, your words still muffled by your hands.
You could feel Stan grab your wrists, moving them away from your face. You tried to keep your eyes on the floor but found it impossible when he grabbed your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. He lightly brought your face closer to his, pressing your lips together.
It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You were bewildered. Befuddled. You were just about every word in the dictionary at this point, but that didn’t stop you from kissing back. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you in closer, causing you to wrap yours around his neck. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity but you knew that your breath wouldn’t, so you pulled away. Stan smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.
“You finally opened your mouth and found out that he did, in fact, like you back.”
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wonkasmissstarshine · a year ago
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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.22
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Summary: It’s Rose and Willy’s first morning together. And things get a little heated between them.
Warnings: Soft smut.
A/N: Any chapter that has any kind of smut in it will be different versions of the original chapters on Wattpad. Tumblr is a lot more lenient with the smut than Wattpad is.
Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers @sleepiesapphicxoxo
Willy woke up before Rose that following morning. That was the best sleep he had ever had and it was all because of his starshine. Willy didn't want to wake her up yet. She looked so beautiful and peaceful when she was sleeping. He simply admired her. Gently, her caressed her face and stroked her soft skin.
"Rose," He whispered her name softly. "My beautiful, beautiful, Rose" He saw her lips slightly twitch into a smile. His gaze lingered on her lips, wanting to wake her up with a kiss. Willy smirked slightly, before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
Rose was now awake but she didn't open her eyes yet. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Willy and pulled him closer to him so that their bodies were pressed against one another.
Willy pulled away from Rose slightly to greet her. "Good morning, starshine"
Rose smiled at him, bringing her hands up to cup his face. "The Earth says hello" She greeted him in return. They quickly went back to kissing.
It was becoming more and more heated, with Willy eventually taking control and rolling them both over so that Rose was laying on her back, and he was hovering above her.
"Willy..." Rose breathlessly said when his lips left hers.
"Starshine..." He spoke in that same breathless way. He began kissing her along her jaw and down her neck. "I love you" He mumbled against her skin. "I love you so much"
"I love you too" She purred back to him, her eyes closed in bliss. Rose was absolutely loving this affection.
And Willy, he was loving it too. He used to hate any sort of affection, but then he met Rose and that's all he ever wanted. Though, he only wanted it from her, and he wanted to give every bit of affection back to her.
Suddenly, Rose made a noise that she only ever made when she tasted the most heavenly treats. It happened when Willy kissed a particular spot on her neck. She couldn't help but let out a moan. Her eyes opened wide in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry..." She mustered out. "I didn't mean to... it's just... you were... and I..."
"It's okay, starshine" Willy told her. He wasn't going to lie. He loved the sound that came out of her mouth. It sent shivers down his spine. Rose bit her lip, staring up at him. She looked to be deep in thought. “Is everything okay?” Willy asked when she wasn’t saying anything.
“Do you...?” Rose started to ask, and then she paused.
“Do I what, starshine?” 
“Do you want to touch me?”
Willy swallowed. “You want me to what?”
Rose sighed. She sat up, shaking her head. Feeling embarrassed, she hid her face in her hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t--”
Willy cut Rose off, taking her hands in his. “Rose, it���s okay” He assured her. Rose looked up at him and met his eyes. “I... I would like to touch you, starshine, but only if you’re okay with it”
She smiled at him. “Of course I’m okay with it. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t” She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in, pressing her lips against his. “I’m gonna drop the top of my nightgown, okay?” Rose muttered against his soft and supple lips.
“Okay” Willy nodded. He leaned back and watched as Rose slipped her fingers under the straps of her nightgown and pushed them off her shoulders. The fabric dropped and bunched at her waist, revealing her breasts to him. 
His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. “Oh, starshine” He spoke ever so softly. “You’re beautiful” His lips curled into a smile. “May I?”
“Please”
He reached over and started by grazing his fingers over the soft flesh of her breast. Rose gasped at the touch. Willy, afraid he’d done something to hurt her, immediately retracted his hand. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. That just felt good. Like when you were kissing my neck”
“Oh!” Willy giggled.
“You can grab them if you want” Rose urged him. “You don’t need to be afraid of hurting me”
He cupped his hands over both of her breasts. “They feel so soft” He began to knead at them. Rose’s eyes fluttered closed in bliss. His hands felt amazing massaging her breasts like this. She could just imagine where else his hands would be magic. 
“Am I doing okay, starshine?” Willy asked her.
“Yes” Rose breathed out as answer. “You’re doing just fine, cocoa bean” She felt his thumb flick against her nipple. Rose twitched at that and let a moan slip from her lips. 
Willy could tell that she liked that, and he smiled, feeling proud of the fact that he was making her feel good. “Did you like that?”
“Mmm, yes” Her eyes were still closed so she didn’t see Willy leaning in to place a soft kiss on her breast. She opened her eyes as soon as she felt his lips on her soft skin. Instinctively, she arched her back, pushing out her breasts forward. 
Willy couldn’t help but let out a small moan. He was enjoying this just as much as Rose was. His lips wrapped around her nipple. Rose rest an open palm on the bed, while the other hand tangled with Willy’s hair. He sucked at and flicked her nipple with his tongue for a bit, before moving over to the other breast to give it the same attention.
Once he was done, Willy sat up straight again and looked at Rose, a big smile plastered on his face. “I really enjoyed that, starshine” He confessed.
“I did too, cocoa bean” She smiled at him, touching his cheek.
Willy nuzzled into her touch and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Can we try more things later?”
“I would love that” She pulled her hand away and pushed her nightgown back up so that she was covered. “"I'll make us breakfast. Anything you want in particular, my handsome cocoa bean?"
"Surprise me, my beautiful starshine!" Willy said, kissing her on the cheek in return. "I'm sure I'll love whatever you cook up!" He got up and was about to leave the room to give Rose some privacy so she could get dressed.
"Cocoa bean, wait!" Rose called out to him. Willy stopped just before the curtain and turned to face her. "What colour are we wearing today?"
"Good question, starshine!" Willy said. He eyed Rose up and down. "Blue! I think you'll look really pretty in blue!" And with that, he left the room to give Rose some privacy. Just before he left the room, though, Rose was quick to notice the tent that had formed in his pyjama bottoms.
******
Rose was hard at work making crepes for breakfast. She was dressed in a midnight blue halter dress. The skirt of the dress was shorter in the front and then longer in the back. Of course, there was a W pinned onto the collar of her dress. She matched the dress with a sky blue sequined blazer and a pair of blue suede boots.
"It sure does smell good in here, starshine!" Willy said when he joined her in the kitchen. He was wearing an outfit to match Rose, every article of his clothing some shade of blue, with the exception of his hat and his purple gloves.
"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks" Rose said hopefully. Willy came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "What are you doing, cocoa bean?"
"I just love holding you in my arms" Willy said. He brought a hand up and pushed some of her hair back so that her neck was exposed. "I also love kissing you, starshine" He peppered kisses all along her neck.
Rose's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his warm and soft lips against her skin. "Willy..." She gasped. "I'm trying to cook"
Willy let go of her with a smirk on his face. He let her get back to cooking as he went to take a seat at their little dining table. Rose eventually got the crepes done. She prepared the plates. She added some strawberries and blueberries to crepes, as well as whipped cream and then drizzled them with chocolate.
"Breakfast is served!" Rose announced as she walked over to Willy, carrying the two plates in her hand. She set one down in front of him, and set the other one in front of herself when she took a seat across from him.
"These look absolutely delectable, starshine!" Willy complimented her dish. He then took a bite out of the crepes and his mouth simply watered at the taste. "Oh, these are delectable!"
Rose giggled at how much he was enjoying her cooking. "Why, thank you!" She chirped happily. The two of them continued to enjoy breakfast and each other's company. "What's your plan for today, my love?" Rose proceeded to ask.
"Well, I wish we could spend the whole day together, just you and I" Willy confessed, reaching over the table to grab and squeeze Rose's hand. "But unfortunately, we both have a busy day today. I'm planning to work with Charlie in the inventing room for the most of the day, and there's chores that have to be done in some of the other rooms. I was hoping you could take care of some of them?"
"I'd be happy to" Rose smiled, returning Willy's affectionate squeeze.
"Of course, the Oompa-Loompas will be around to help, but I think it's a good idea that you do some work around the factory. Get to know it a little bit more. Oh, that means you'll need these!" Willy reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring of keys. "Your very own key ring" He handed it off to Rose. He then took out a list of tasks for Rose to do today. "Don't worry about getting those all done today. Anything that isn't done today, can be finished tomorrow"
Rose scanned the list. One particular task caught her eye. "Treat day for the squirrels?" She said with a giggle.
"They work hard, sorting those nuts all day! They get a special treat about once a week" Willy explained. "Don't forget! They'll be very upset if they don't get their treat, and they won't work as well"
"Don't worry. I'll make sure they're given a treat, and I'll get most of what's on this list done"
"I believe in you, starshine" Willy leaned forward a bit and brought Rose's hand up to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "And stop by the inventing room when you get a chance. I don't want to go all day without seeing you"
"I will" Rose smiled lovingly at him. "I promise, cocoa bean"
Willy smiled and giggled. Hearing her call him by "cocoa bean" made him feel all warm and giddy inside. "I love it when you call me that!"
Once their breakfast was finished, Rose grabbed the dirty dishes and kissed Willy's cheek as she walked by him. She placed the dirty dishes in the sink. When she turned back around, she saw that Willy had disappeared on her. Rose just shrugged to herself and made her way for the door.
"Starshine! I have a few more presents for you!" Willy called out to her. "Close your eyes!" Rose closed her eyes. She felt Willy standing in front of her. He waved his hands in front of her eyes, making sure that they were closed. "Are they closed? Good!"
"What more could you possibly have for me?" Rose asked with a small giggle.
"You'll see soon enough. Now, keep your eyes closed until I tell them you can open them!" Willy said. Rose didn't know what he was doing but she felt something being placed on her head. Then, she felt Willy take and put something over her hands. She recognized the feel of latex. "Okay, open your eyes!"
Rose opened her eyes and the first thing she saw were purple gloves on her hand, much like the ones worn by Willy. She smiled at that and then touched whatever was put upon her head. It was a top hat. A black felt one with a silk black ribbon wrapped around it. "My own gloves and hat!" Rose cheered happily.
"Yep!" Willy said, nodding with a grin. "Like a Wonka should have!" Rose's heart leapt when she heard him say that. He just called her a Wonka... and they weren't even married yet. "Though, it's missing just one more thing" He then presented her with her own walking cane. It was striped with red and white, just like a candy cane, and the top of it was decorated with colourful jewels.
Rose's eyes lit up when she saw it. "Oh, Willy, I love it" She took the cane from him. "How do I look?" Rose asked, twirling around.
"Gorgeous" Willy muttered softly, staring at her with a lovesick grin. She looked perfect. She looked like a Wonka. But was it too soon to ask her to officially be one?
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canislupus-exe · a year ago
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That Was Never Delivered | stanley uris
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YOU ARE READING PART TWO
>> gif credit to @/juliendouvier on tumblr <<
fandom | It: Chapter One
character | (17) Stanley Uris
reader | He/him (she ver.) (they ver.)
requested | @romantic-insanity
warnings | Swearing
word count | 2,272
keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian’s noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc.), (h/h/t) = her, his, or their, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they
summary | hello there! idk if you do stan x reader but i'm requesting it anyways lol. so like y/n used live in Derry and even fought It with the losers but after that his family moved away. he came back though when he was like 16/17 and realize that after all this years he's still in love with stan? and he's like "well i don't have anything to lose" so he tells him and he likes him back and fluff? thanks sweetie💕
>> part one | linktree <<
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You sighed as you stared at your ceiling. Your blanket was barely on you and even though you were cold, you had no intentions of adjusting it. The sun was bright through your window but you didn’t know that. You had done everything you could to mask its cheeriness. Today was just one of those days. One of those days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed, do nothing and listen to the sweet tunes of the radio.
A familiar beat met your ears and you couldn’t help but smile. You closed your eyes and began to sing along. As the words fell out of your mouth, you found yourself reminded of Stan.
“I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling
Gotta make you understand.” You sang, lightly tapping your foot on the bed.
“Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.”
Except, that’s exactly what you had done. You had said goodbye. You had given him up. You had deserted him. You groaned loudly and pushed your face against your pillow. You were so wrapped up in your self-pity that you didn’t even notice that your (g/n) walked in until you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.
“(Y/n)…” (S/h/t) trailed off. You grunted, signaling (h/h/t) to continue.
“What’s wrong?” (S/h/t) asked. You sighed and moved your face away from your pillow.
“Nothing. I’m just not feeling very good.” You replied.
“It seems like your always ‘not feeling very good’. You’re unhappy here, aren’t you?” (S/h/t) asked.
“No, I’m fine (g/n). It’s probably just because I’m getting older.” You mumbled. (S/h/t) raised (h/h/t) eyebrows before standing up.
“Oh, okay. If that’s the case then I guess you’d still be out of it if we moved back to Derry.” (S/h/t) said as she began to walk away. As soon as the words reached your ears, you sat bolt upright.
“Pardon?” You asked, not believing what you had just heard. Your (g/n) smiled.
“Well, I overheard my boss saying that he was letting some people go because of budget cuts. I thought it’d be nice if we sold all this fancy stuff and bought the next ticket to Maine, but, since it’s just ‘getting older’, I’m sure you’ll still be sad there.” (S/h/t) said. (S/h/t) began to open the door but before (s/h/t) could leave, you stumbled out of your bed.
“No! No no no no no! I hate it here! I hate the stupid school! I hate the stupid people! I hate the stupid stores! All of it! I just hate New York!” You shouted frantically. (S/h/t) laughed.
“Then you better help me move all this furniture outside.” (S/h/t) replied. You raised your eyebrows.
“Wait, why are we selling the furniture?” You asked.
“Well I called some old friends who still live in Derry and it turns out that no one even moved into the old house.” (S/h/t) answered.
“So it’s just been empty for all these years?” You questioned. (S/h/t) nodded.
“Empty except for everything we left there.”
>> timeskip <<
You smiled as your old house came into view. The wall’s paint was slightly peeling and the weeds were overgrowing but it was still so beautiful. Perhaps you only thought this because you had missed it so much, but either way, you were more than ecstatic to be there.
As soon as the car came to a not-so complete stop, you rushed out. Your feet hit the pavement and you found yourself running to the front door. You pushed it open with blunt force, laughing childishly as you jumped on your old couch. You stretched and smiled before a thought crossed your mind. M.B.
You got up faster than you ever had and ran outside, almost knocking your (g/n) over. You turned the corner of your house and ran to the back. It was surreal, honestly. Seeing your bike there, slightly rusted and leaning against the wall. The bike that had meant so much to you but you had to let go of was right there. You grasped the handlebars and could feel yourself about to start crying. Wow, (Y/n), crying over a bike. Nice.
You swung your leg over it and situated yourself, smiling at the foreign yet familiar feeling of the seat underneath you. You lifted the kickstand and pushed on the pedals ever so slightly. You began to ride away from the spot it had rested for years. You circled around your house once before slowing down as something caught your eye. You glanced through the window of your old bedroom and saw a folded piece of paper on the floor. Huh, I guess it fell out of one of my boxes when I was moving them. Wonder what it is?
You dismounted your bike and popped open the window, remembering that you always left it unlocked which probably wasn’t the best idea. You were kinda glad, it saved you the time of having to walk all the way back around. You steadied yourself and walked to the paper, picking it up and unfolding it. As your eyes began to scan it, your heart began to speed up.
Dear Stanley,
I guess I’m just gonna get all of this off my chest straight away. I’m moving to New York so I’m probably never going to see you again. I know, it sucks. I know I should’ve told you and the Losers in person but I guess… I guess I just didn’t have the courage. For me, writing this seems a lot easier than having to tell you face to face. But this is less of a farewell letter and more of a confession.
You see, I think I’m in love with you. Well actually, I know I’m in love with you. It all started the first day I met you when you asked if I wanted to be a part of the Loser’s Club. It didn’t mean much at first but as time progressed, I found myself so infatuated with you. I used to tell myself that it was just as best friends and nothing more, but I knew better than that.
I knew every time I looked at you and my heart sped up, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew every time you said my name and I had to look away because I turned so red, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew that every time you touched me and I got that stupid knot in my stomach, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. None of it was because you were my best friend. God this must sound so cheesy.
I don’t know if you ever returned my feelings, and I suppose I never will. Maybe I’m doing this because I don’t want to live with the constant reminder that I never did anything. That I never took the leap. By the time you read this, I’ll probably be halfway to New York. By the time you forgot about this, I’ll probably have forgotten you. I doubt that, though. I don’t think I could ever forget you. Not with a face like yours I couldn’t. If that’s the case then it’ll be really easy for you to forget me. There’s not much worth remembering anyway.
So here I am, at seven in the morning spending hours on writing a stupid love letter that you’ll probably just end up throwing away in seconds and reminiscing about the time we spent together. I’m sleep-deprived and running on nothing but coffee and pure adrenaline, so here’s to me, the boy who was so scared of opening his mouth that he’ll never know whether he liked him back or not.
~(Y/n)<3
As you finished reading it, your throat became dry. Four years ago you had spent so much time crafting this letter and here it was, sitting on your bedroom floor, rotting away with no one to appreciate it. You checked your watch and closed your eyes. You had to give this to him. You couldn’t just let this go to waste. Not again. You climbed out of your window and onto your bike. If the Losers were still the Losers, then you knew exactly where they’d be.
>> timeskip <<
You brought your bike to a stop behind the trees. You could see your friends from afar, drenched from head to toe in water. You smiled as you watched Eddie hold Richie underneath the water, and laughed as Bill tried to pull him away. Then there was Mike and Ben, innocently floating in the background. You couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing.
“Hey fellas, you wouldn’t know where I could find a boy named Stan, would you?” You asked, revealing yourself from the woods. They glanced at you nonchalantly before abruptly stopping what they were doing. They stared with open mouths as Richie popped back up from the water, coughing.
“What? Did I miss - Holy fuck! (Y/n) is that you?” He asked as he wiped the water from his eyes. You raised your eyebrows.
“How can you see me? Don’t tell me you’re wearing contacts?” You asked. He smirked.
“Yeah, I am. Kinda glad too, or else I wouldn’t be able to see that fine ass of yours. What are you doing looking for a square like Stan anyways?” He asked. You laughed and rolled your eyes.
“That’s none of your business, Richie. All you need to know is that I’m looking for him.” You replied. He laughed.
“He said he saw a Mockingbird. Odds are he’s at his house obsessing over it.” He said with a shrug. You smiled.
“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later. Next time your gonna do a group hangout, I’m sure my number hasn’t changed.” You called out as you walked back to your bike.
>> timeskip <<
The large house came into view and you could already feel your heart speeding up. You gripped your handlebars until your knuckles turned white. This is it. You exhaled and placed the kickstand down. After grabbing the letter from your pocket, you walked to the front door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and knocked. You could hear footsteps from the other side and held your breath as it opened.
“Hello, can I - (Y/n)?” Stan’s father said as he opened the door. You smiled.
“Hi Don, long time no see, huh?” You asked. He smiled and embraced you.
“Yes, too long actually. What are you doing back?” He asked as he pulled away.
“(G/n) thought it’d be nice to move back. Is uh, is Stan home?” You asked. He nodded and opened the door for you to come in. He lead you to Stan’s room, even though you still remembered how to get there. You nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek as he opened the door.
“Stanley, there’s someone here to see you,” Don said. Stan didn’t even move.
“Who is it?” He asked. You laughed.
“Why don’t you turn around and look.” You said. After hearing you, he turned around immediately. His eyes were wide as he stared at you.
“(Y/n)?” He asked. You smiled. Stan stood up and rushed towards you, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced. As you hugged him back, you could hear his dad shutting the door. Minutes passed by with nothing but sweet silence and the amazing smell of pine trees that Stan always seemed to emit. After he pulled away, he gave you a smile like never before.
“Hi.” He breathed out. You laughed.
“Hi.” You replied. Stan pulled away entirely but kept holding on to your shoulders. You looked down at your hands, the letter still firmly in your grip. You glanced up and sighed.
“Listen, before I get cold feet and end up not doing this I… I need you to read this.” You said and handed him the paper. He raised his eyebrows but unfolded it. You began to breathe faster as you watched his eyes read over the words. His face stayed stoic. After about two minutes, he looked at you. Before he could speak, you spoke first.
“I wrote that before I left. I put it inside the book I gave you, but I guess it fell out. I came here today so I could give it to you for laughs, but… but then you hugged me and all those stupid middle school feelings came rushing back. I thought maybe after four years away from you, I’d be fine but I’m not. I still love you.” You said. Stan stared at you as you covered your face, too embarrassed to let him see you. Nothing was said, and you knew this was a bad sign. You sighed.
“And you know, now that I’ve just got here and you obviously don’t return my feelings, we can just start over.” You said, your words still muffled by your hands.
You could feel Stan grab your wrists, moving them away from your face. You tried to keep your eyes on the floor but found it impossible when he grabbed your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. He lightly brought your face closer to his, pressing your lips together.
It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You were bewildered. Befuddled. You were just about every word in the dictionary at this point, but that didn’t stop you from kissing back. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you in closer, causing you to wrap yours around his neck. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity but you knew that your breath wouldn’t, so you pulled away. Stan smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.
“You finally opened your mouth and found out that he did, in fact, like you back.”
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