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robinbuckleyshotgf · 2 years

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[🌼] introduction

[🧃] hey! my name is charlie! i’m gonna use my writing skills on the internet so thats why im here! i hope you enjoy my writing!

[🫧] my rules are very important. if you do not obey them, then it will result in me blocking you. please respect my boundaries and rules.

[🌈] rules:

~ dni if you are an nsfw blog

~ i will not write smut with minors. the only exception is if that they are aged up to over 18.

~ if you are requesting a celebrity and they have boundaries, please respect them.

~ i only do x reader. i can do female, male, trans, genderfluid, gender neutral and other genders.

~ if requesting a reader with a different gender, please specify their pronouns.

~ use your imagination!! make it silly! i really dont mind!!

~ dont sexualise me or send me weird messages in my inbox please.

[🌊] fandoms:

IT 2017- Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Finn Wolfhard, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell, Sophia Lillis

A Series Of Unfortunate Events- Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire (platonic only), Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Quigley Quagmire, Malina Weissman

Stranger Things- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jane ”Eleven” Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, Joe Keery, Sadie Sink, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Gaten Materazzo, Maya Hawke

Harry Potter- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Tom Riddle, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, Tom Felton

Arcane: League Of Legends- Violet (Vi), Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn, Ekko, Mylo, Claggor, Hailee Steinfield

My Hero Academia- Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida

Heartstopper- Charlie Spring (Only male), Nick Nelson, Ben Hope, Harry Greene, Darcy Olsson (Only Female), Tara Jones (Only Female), Tao Xu, Tori Spring, Elle Argent, Aled Last

I Am Not Okay With This- Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina (i dont know what her last name is😭)

Metal Lords- Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector, Adrian Greensmith, Isis Hainsworth

The Goldfinch- Boris Pavlikovsky, Theo Decker

[🌸] prompts:

~ Angst

”please stop lying to me.”

”i dont care.”

”please dont cry”

”what makes you think i would want to date you?”

”just shut up for once in your goddamn life!”

”am i going to die?”

“when did you fall out of love with me?”

”are you leaving me?”

” dating you was the worse mistake ive ever made.”

”loving you is a fucking death sentence.”

”i shouldnt love you, but i couldnt help it.”

”always knew that you were too damn selfish.”

”i dont know if i can look you in the eyes after what you’ve done.”

”it’s only 2.am..”

”please dont hide from me.”

”dont take another step in my direction.”

”i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.”

”you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

~ Fluff

”let me walk you home, hm?”

”i wanted to say i love you without stuttering. but i failed.”

”ugh i cant reach it!”

”stop being so goddamn cute.”

”you dont need all that candy, do you?”

”call me as soon as you get there.”

”did you just- throw salt at me!?” ”im not fucking possessed!”

”cuddles please!”

”hey love, can you help me out?” ”im gay and i need a few dollars”

”thats not true! my wife is a bitch and i like her very much.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

”you motherfucker! never do that again!”

” i have no idea what you are talking about.”

”what the actual fu-“ ”HEY GET OUT!”

“im only here for the dog.”

~ Smut 🌝

“come over here and make me.”

”kiss me.”

”looks like we are trapped in here for a while..”

”you heard me. take. it. off.”

”keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to bed.”

”if we werent in public right now, i would have my head in between your legs.”

”i want to taste you.”

”dont be shy now, sit on my face.”

”is that my shirt?”

“be quiet.”

”use your words, baby.”

”what if someone hears us?”

”oh fuck yes, just like that.”

“need any help with that?”

“were you just masturbating?” - “what?! no neve-“ ”do you want some help?” - “huh?”

“relax.”

”did you come?”

”shut up slut.”

~ Funny Ones🌚

”im not wearing any underwear, thought you would like to know.”

”YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILST I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

”at least we didnt break any laws this time.”

”we are literally fugitives of this state.” - “so no pizza?”

”your pretty.” - “your drunk.”

”excuse you?”

”i might of had a few shots.” - “what they mean by a few is about 20.”

”if you do that again im gonna chuck you out the window- what are you doing?” - “checking how high the drop is to see if its worth it.”

”you ate all my noodles! you’ve lost toilet paper privledges.”

”OI THATS MY HOODIE LOSER!”

”haha thats so funny!” *pulls out gun* ”say it again!”

”DUDE STOP HOGGING THE FUCKING BLANKETS!”

”your bleeding!” - “oh yeah no shit sherlock!”

”for fucks sake- MOVE!”

”hey wouldnt it be funny if we made out right now?”

[⚡️] thank you for reading! have a great day!! :))

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kit-nelson-imagines · 2 years

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-> rules, prompts and more <-

[🧃] hey! my name is kit and im a young writer :) my friends recommended that i use my writing skills on the internet so thats why im here! i hope you enjoy my writing!

[🫧] my rules are very important. if you do not obey them, then it will result in me blocking you. please respect my boundaries and rules.

[🌈] rules:

~ dni if you are an nsfw blog

~ i will not write smut with minors. the only exception is if that they are aged up to over 18.

~ if you are requesting a celebrity and they have boundaries, please respect them.

~ i only do x reader. i can do female, male, trans, genderfluid, gender neutral and other genders.

~ if requesting a reader with a different gender, please specify their pronouns.

~ use your imagination!! make it silly! i really dont mind!!

~ dont sexualise me or send me weird messages in my inbox please.

[🌊] fandoms:

IT 2017- Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Finn Wolfhard, Jack Dylan Grazer, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell, Sophia Lillis

A Series Of Unfortunate Events- Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire (platonic only), Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Quigley Quagmire, Malina Weissman

Stranger Things- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jane ”Eleven” Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Joe Keery, Sadie Sink, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Gaten Materazzo, Maya Hawke

Harry Potter- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Tom Riddle, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, Tom Felton

Arcane: League Of Legends- Violet (Vi), Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn, Ekko, Mylo, Claggor, Hailee Steinfield

My Hero Academia- Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida

Heartstopper- Charlie Spring (Only male), Nick Nelson, Ben Hope, Harry Greene, Darcy Olsson (Only Female), Tara Jones (Only Female), Tao Xu, Tori Spring, Elle Argent, Aled Last

I Am Not Okay With This- Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina (i dont know what her last name is😭)

Metal Lords- Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector, Adrian Greensmith, Isis Hainsworth

The Goldfinch- Boris Pavlikovsky, Theo Decker

[🌸] prompts:

~ Angst

”please stop lying to me.”

”i dont care.”

”please dont cry”

”what makes you think i would want to date you?”

”just shut up for once in your goddamn life!”

”am i going to die?”

“when did you fall out of love with me?”

”are you leaving me?”

” dating you was the worse mistake ive ever made.”

”loving you is a fucking death sentence.”

”i shouldnt love you, but i couldnt help it.”

”always knew that you were too damn selfish.”

”i dont know if i can look you in the eyes after what you’ve done.”

”it’s only 2.am..”

”please dont hide from me.”

”dont take another step in my direction.”

”i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.”

”you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

~ Fluff

”let me walk you home, hm?”

”i wanted to say i love you without stuttering. but i failed.”

”ugh i cant reach it!”

”stop being so goddamn cute.”

”you dont need all that candy, do you?”

”call me as soon as you get there.”

”did you just- throw salt at me!?” ”im not fucking possessed!”

”cuddles please!”

”hey love, can you help me out?” ”im gay and i need a few dollars”

”thats not true! my wife is a bitch and i like her very much.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

”you motherfucker! never do that again!”

” i have no idea what you are talking about.”

”what the actual fu-“ ”HEY GET OUT!”

“im only here for the dog.”

~ Smut 🌝

“come over here and make me.”

”kiss me.”

”looks like we are trapped in here for a while..”

”you heard me. take. it. off.”

”keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to bed.”

”if we werent in public right now, i would have my head in between your legs.”

”i want to taste you.”

”dont be shy now, sit on my face.”

”is that my shirt?”

“be quiet.”

”use your words, baby.”

”what if someone hears us?”

”oh fuck yes, just like that.”

“need any help with that?”

“were you just masturbating?” - “what?! no neve-“ ”do you want some help?” - “huh?”

“relax.”

”did you come?”

”shut up slut.”

~ Funny Ones🌚

”im not wearing any underwear, thought you would like to know.”

”YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILST I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

”at least we didnt break any laws this time.”

”we are literally fugitives of this state.” - “so no pizza?”

”your pretty.” - “your drunk.”

”excuse you?”

”i might of had a few shots.” - “what they mean by a few is about 20.”

”if you do that again im gonna chuck you out the window- what are you doing?” - “checking how high the drop is to see if its worth it.”

”you ate all my noodles! you’ve lost toilet paper privledges.”

”OI THATS MY HOODIE LOSER!”

”haha thats so funny!” *pulls out gun* ”say it again!”

”DUDE STOP HOGGING THE FUCKING BLANKETS!”

”your bleeding!” - “oh yeah no shit sherlock!”

”for fucks sake- MOVE!”

”hey wouldnt it be funny if we made out right now?”

[⚡️] thank you for reading! have a great day!! :))

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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so high

summary; after smoking a shit ton of marry jane *wink wink* stan begins to understand why he’s always felt so weird when he is around you.

warnings : fluff , pinch of angst, drug use

word count: 1.2k

a/n: ok hi so this is following the story of ‘i am not okay with this,’ but youre syds sister and he likes you instead of her and you know about her powers okay? ok.

in the mind of stanley barber, no one in this shitty ass town was worth a second look. a town full of fakes, a town full of phony’s. and in the mind of stanley barber, the only women actually worth talking to, was you and your sister syd.

mainly you, your sister was cool, but you just as this gravitating aspect to your aura that he just couldn’t seem to get over. and now, after his 8th bong rip, he is beginning to understand why.

“can i try a hit?” you asked stan, part of your skirt bawled up on your hand. you’ve hung around with stan long enough to catch the effects of second hand smoke, but you hadn’t ever actually inhaled any of the devils lettuce.

his eyes shoot up at you, after being hyper focused on this spinning of his blood witch vinyl. then he saw you, in a different light. the way his basements fluorescent lights hit your skin just right.

“sure, yeah” he hands you the piece and lighter, your hands clang as your grab it and sit across from him on the floor. you look up at him and smile, like you had so many times before. like you did the first time you met.

it was sunday night, you had school the next morning but syd was begging you to drive to the beaver valley bowl to meet stan. you knew he had found out about syd, and you knew if his resilience.

you drove her there, and waited in the car. it took about an hour, until she stormed out, passing your car, and running home.

“syd?!” you called out, getting out of your car. the door to the bowling alley opens behind you, as a distraught stan runs out after her. his eyes look at you, and yours at his.

you’ve seen stan around, known for his eccentric clothing choice, and choice of lifestyle (selling decent weed, so you’ve heard.) stan wants to know you, he’s also crossed your path, he knew you were innocent of your beauty, guys drilled over you and you didn’t even care. you were fairly popular, but not for being rich or mean, but your being yourself. he knew you were a badass, and that you had a bigger heart then you let on.

but he had never been this close to you, you really were even more beautiful now that he got to focus in. this moment of admiration lasted momentarily, before he knew it you were pushing him back into his place of work, stabbing him with questions.

“what the fuck did you say to her?” you pushed him into the wall of the beaten down concession stand. “y/n- please i didn’t mean to!” he pleaded, you let go of his collar and slammed your fist into the metal case next to his face.

“dammit stan! what did you say.” he put your arm down next to your side in attempt to calm you down. “i just tried to make her angry, so that her powers would ya know- come out.” he looked ashamed at the floor.

“shit stan shes sensitive” you ran yourself fingers through your hair, walking to one of the bowling chairs. “i’ll apologize tomorrow y/n god honest” he spoke deflated. “better wear your best retro suit eh?” you joked, laughing at his mismatch shoes.

that smile, damn that smile. stan was an absolute dead man after that smile. he fell, he fell so fucking hard. the way you smiled with your whole face; with your nose, with your eyes, with your lips.

that damned smile was looking at while you were about to hit his bong. your lips on his piece. he watched as your shakes hand it the herb, and how your lips formed a small “o” but drew back before before the small metal piece.

“could you-erm- do the thing” you gestured him to come sit next to you. “shot gun smoke? sure yeah” stan knew you were scared to try it, more scared then you let on. shot gunning it would lesser the effects of the weed and be less harsh on her lungs; she knew this.

stan come and sat next to you. you handed him the bong and he looked up at you once more for re assurance.

“and you’re sure?” “staaaan!!!” you complained, a opted he was treating you like a child.

“staaaan”

stan rolled his eyes, it was fake though. you couldn’t see the sunset, you were standing on the red bridge next to the river and the sun was just setting. “stan please i wanna see the colors”

his heart swelled at your words as he let you climb up onto his back to see the sun set. he looked up and watched as your eyes lit up. the sky was all kinda of pinks, oranges, and orioles, but as fair as he was concerned; you were the only thing to look at.

he shook his head, the memory fading, turning into a new one. the present one, of you sitting there in curiosity watching him take in the smoke.

you pulled in close, making a slit in your lips to let in the smoke. stan leaned in, the smell of your perfume clouding his nose, along with hints of sour diesel.

god that perfume, once when he was over your house he stole in, just to spray his pillow. he gave it back, but he did use a fair amount. your smell drove him through a loop, he didn’t really know why, he was just obsessed with it.

his lips shuttered on yours, his nerves vibrating all over his body. the smoke filled your lungs, it was still harsh, still heavy, but the feeling of stan this close to you was a new feeling as well. stans lips felt right, your stomach had butter flies that felt like they’d never flown before.

you quickly back away, coughing and letting the smoke out of your lungs, your eyes ready as you whip them laughing. stan can name countless time where you’ve looked like this.

“stan please!” you cackled, hitting your thighs and rolling over in his bed, your back arching from the amount of air leaving your lungs

“i’m telling you it’s a true story!” he explained, a smirk playing on your lips “i peed everywhere!” your head fell into his lap, laughing as he looked down on you. your eyes welling with tears, tears of joy and content. moments like these make him want to be with you until the earth dies out.

he could hang with you forever, and never want to leave. his, there’s no one else like you, and there won’t ever be.

you’re everything,

your day your night,

your soft your hard.

your his rock. yours his fucking rock-

his lips smacked yours, quickly like it was almost an auto response. like he didn’t even consciously do this. his pupils shrink with terror, realizing more and more by the second what he has just did.

“oh fuck i didn’t-”

but your lips were already on his, kissing him back like your life depended on it. your hands tangled in his forest green blazer, pulling his torso as close as humanly possible to yours.

in between kisses, he slipped out things like ‘youre everything’ ‘ive wanted this forever’ and the most memorable ‘i love you’

“you what?” the kisses ended abruptly after this statement “i-i love you y/n”

“i love you... too”

he shook his head in dis belief “wow- um yeah cool cool cool cool cool” he slicked back the side of his head, his sweaty palms making his unruly curls stick to the side of his head.

“super cool” you giggled.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED !!! requests and inbox open for you guys ilyyy

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years

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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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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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Not So Great / Stanley Barber Imagine

Request: Hey love! Could you please do a Stanly Barber imagine, it’s set at the end of season 1 and after the whole head incident she watches as everyone runs but she runs over to Stan to see if he’s okay (maybe she could know about Sydney’s powers?).

Yess @confusedmilcc I’m so excited to write for my other Stanley XD <3

Comments are much appreciated!

Boy, what a scream that was.

Madison Block was the first to start screaming, of course. It was the sort of noise that would have made the hair stand straight up on the back of your neck, if you had been able to pay attention, of course. All you could think, in that singular moment, as Jake Hill elbows into you and knocks you back onto the auditorium floor was ‘he punched Stanley, that bastard.’

Pulling bits of pink string and whatever other flickers of decoration lay on your fingers, off, it hadn’t even hit you yet that it was his head who had exploded. The screams were only growing louder, more piercing, screams of hysteria and disbelief - bordering on terror.

The school would never forget this dance, that’s for sure. No matter how much they may want to.

She ran, Sydney did. Ran as fast as she could. She didn't know if the police were still behind her or not, in fact, she didn't want to find out. His blood left a sick trail, droplets of crimson falling to the ground as she kicked off her shoes and kept on running down the street, a street she had walked up everyday of her life. She hoped the rain would come and wash it away, conceal her path, hide her away so no one could ever find her again

The wind doesn’t howl, instead it’s a different kind of horrifying: stiflingly silent as the students push past each other, tripping and tearing up expensive dresses they would never dare to wear again, shoving past each other, hustling and bustling down the corridors and out through the school gates as fast as they could go. The monotone buzz of several-hundred voices hummed like an orchestra as you stumbled to your feet, taking one step forward, and then another, making your way towards Stanley Barber.

He still lay there, in his light blue suit you had helped him pick out in town a couple of weeks ago. You were apprehensive when he pulled it off the rack, but with one eye roll and a small smirk, he had won you over. Holding it up by the hanger, he bowed at you from in front of the mirror, and you could do nothing but grin helplessly as you watched his curls bounce over his forehead, reflecting the warm light of the afternoon.

‘I can pull it off, Y/n.’

‘You can pull anything off, Stanley. That was never in doubt.’ You prod him in the shoulder as you continue, ‘even that horrible bowling shirt you’re wearing right now.’

He sighed dramatically as he placed a hand on your shoulder, not noticing the way you had stilled. The cashier huffed silently at the both of you, continuing to straighten out another row of dress shirts nearby, but all you could feel was Stanley’s warm breath against your cheek.

‘What a world we live in, Y/n, where a man can be teased so relentlessly for dressing as cool as he does.’

Little did he know that that same jacket would soon be lying on the floor, covering a man still flickering in and out of consciousness, the colour making the bloody trail as obvious as the nose on his face. It was already browning with those sickly matted clumps that could be fragments of what was once human. Clamping your hands down on his shoulders, you start to drag Stanley away back towards the bleachers where the two of you had been sitting only moments before. You wished the two of you had just stayed there, hand in hand as you watched the rest of the school dance by. Sure, the redness of your cheeks would have started to burn, and the side glances of Stanley would have begun to make you squirm uncomfortably, but the way his thumb brushed over the inside of your palm was a hell of a lot better than this.

Before his legs had managed to get a meter away from the carnage, you felt a hand clamp down on your arm, and a shaky voice rise from the pale, clammy face of your best friend.

‘You haven’t seen my sunglasses have you? I think I could use them right now.’

You nearly slap him for joking at a time like this, but as Stanley rises unsteadily to his feet, you can’t help but nearly cry out in relief.

‘Yeah, your face isn’t looking so great.’

The bruise that had begun as a purple stain above his eyebrow had sunk into the socket itself, and so now it had the appearance of a black eye.

‘Eh, I’ve had worse. What the hell happened when I was out?’

You say nothing in reply, but Stanley gets the message. Slowly, with almost a knowing grimace on his face, he follows your eyes to where they’re trained behind his back, gulping slightly as he catches sight of Brad.

‘His face looks worse.’

You only slap him on the shoulder.

‘Ow!’ He sighs before covering his eyes with his hand. ‘Syd?’

‘Syd.’

‘We gotta go, now. One thing I’ve learnt from comics, is that nothing good ever happens when the superhero runs away by themselves.’

His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern you wish he would show to you. He senses your discomfort, and lays his hand lightly on your shoulder, wiping off a drop of blood. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words.

‘Okay, you get all that? We need to grab the journal first. Stay right here.’

Stanley disappeared for a second, before the two of you were out and into the empty hallway. It felt different today. Along the walls are balloons pinned on with cheap tacks, many of them already withering. Their colours are garish in the bold strip lights and from some dangle curled ribbons. It looks like a toddler's birthday party minus the cake and gifts, almost haunting in its vacant pleasantness, but the two of you keep going until you reach the edge of the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As you walked, your footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of you in the cold ground.

‘Stanley, this is crazy!’

Under the moonlight, the street into the school lay still; the heat of the day had been replaced by a cool breeze, and all the students had run home. Stanley moved between the pools of streetlight, almost silent until he reached the sidewalk. A pair of headlights came bouncing over the hill, blinding him temporarily before passing and disappearing, but it’s enough to jolt him.

You let go of Stanley’s tugging hand, and he stops, turning around to look at you, almost shocked.

‘We need to go home, Stanley, please. Just let me drive you home. Where’s your car?’

Stanley froze. All he could think of, when he imagined home, was his dad chugging a beer to it's very last drop. He always went for another bottle. He always mistimed it, when he tried to sneak out. When he tried to come out of his room. He always managed to come out when he was on his last bottle. And that was always when he felt the need to discipline his son, to stop him becoming ‘soft’, as he liked to put.

‘You know I can’t do that, Y/n.’

‘The police are going to be here soon, Stanley. We can’t help her! Shit, we don’t even know where she’s gone!’

When you came to a stop in front of him, your eyes were on the floor, scared at what you might see when you looked up. You really, really hoped he wasn’t already gone in his crappy little car, driving far away from you and towards her. You were snapped out of it, and into shock by a finger placed under your chin, tilting it up gently until you could feel his steady breathing against your forehead.

‘Y/n please...I’m going to tell you a secret, right. I’m scared, Y/n, terrified, more than I’ve ever been, but we have got to help her. Sure, she may have been a jackass, but she’s our friend, and I really, really need you now. I can’t do this without you.’

You chew on your lip for a second, gazing up into his eyes as they start to brim over with tears.

‘For you, Stanley Barber, anything.’

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sleepyimpala · 4 years

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little things stan uris does for y/n as a boyfriend

FANDOM: IT (2017). PAIRING: Stan Uris x Reader.

likes to brush his fingers across her lips

traces soft letters or drawings on her back when she falls asleep on him

likes to clasp his watch^^ on her wrist sometimes

flattens her shirts if she has any collars because we KNOW they’re NEVER straight

reminds her to tie up her shoelaces

“You’re going to fall over, babe,”

tells her off for apologising so much

has to speak up for her most of the time

tells her off for letting people step all over her

if she has any, he says that her scars show her how strong she is

likes to stroke her hair and pull her close to him if she has panic attacks

pushes her behind him if things get dangerous

gets frustrated at his friends being stupid towards her

MASTERLIST (requests for stan are open)

#stanely uris imagine #stanley uris x reader #stanley uris angst #stanley #stanely uris #stanley uris fluff #stanley uris fluff imagine #cute stanley uris imagine #wyatt oleff fluff #wyatt oleff x reader fluff #this is scary and disgusting #it 2017 #losers club fluff #stanley uris fluffshot

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fight-me-wyatt · 6 years

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Wyatt Oleff ~ Coffee Stains

Request/Prompt: "Hellooo since you are taking request's can you do a fluffy Wyatt x reader imagine?ily💝💝💘🎈" from @nctzenaf on Tumblr.

Ship: Wyatt Oleff x fem!reader

Summary: Wyatt accidentally bumps into the reader on the street, spilling coffee all over her. They part ways not expecting to see each other again, until the reader goes to her favourite cafe and gets coffee spilt over her again... by the same handsome stranger.

Type: fluff... not super fluffy though, sorry x

Warning: Only warning is swearing

Word count: 4538 (including A/Ns) I swear these are getting longer and longer. Let me know if you want them shorter!

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know! Oh, and an update on me doing ships, I've decided to split them up with imagines in between, so no, they aren't closed, but it'll just take a long time to do them all! Hope this is okay!

Gif credit to @beep-beep-reddie

Y/N POV

8:14am. I was already late.

To make matters worse, I hadn't had my morning coffee yet, so I was tired and ready to snap.

I walked briskly down the reasonably busy sidewalk. The Autumn air was crisp and sharp, a slight wind blowing against my cool face. I had a loose scarf around my neck to fight off the cold and look stylish while doing it.

I checked my watch again, only to find that time hadn't unwound for me. I was still late.

My sister had been out late last night and had woken me up multiple times during the night, calling me every hour. And she wasn't quiet coming back home either. It was 2am when she crashed through the door, waking me from the short doze I had since the last time she disturbed me. I had decided to help her get into bed, so that it was faster and quieter, giving me more time to sleep. That didn't work in with her plans though. It took an hour and a half to get her ready for bed, and another hour to get her to finally fall asleep. Falling back into bed at 4:30am, I was knackered. I was so tired that when my alarm started blaring at 7am, I slept through it. It wasn't until 7:55am when my sister woke me, complaining about the screaming alarm clock and her pounding headache.

I had jumped out of bed, chucked on clothes, deodorant and shoes, grabbed my purse that contained my work badge, my money and house keys, and rushed out the door.

I worked at a cute bookstore which i had visited so often that they offered me a job. It was the perfect holiday job while school was out. I started at 8am and worked until closing time at 6pm. I did this Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, although it would vary.

Except it was a Monday, past 8am, and I wasn't at work. Because I was getting later by the second.

I looked down at my watch once again, as if this would slow time down.

All it did was slow me down. Even further.

Because I wasn't looking where I was going for approximately 7 seconds, I slammed into someone going in the opposite direction.

I got soaked with hot liquid that had spilt from the other persons takeaway cup. Well, at least I got my coffee.

I let out a sound of disgust, stumbling backwards. The other person caught me by the arms, preventing my fall. I looked up, about to give them an earful about watching where they were going when I saw who had hit me.

He looked like he was around my age, tall, and super handsome. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes stared down at me with concern, he had an apologetic smile on, giving him a dimple on his left cheek, and his brown hair was adorably curly. I promptly closed my mouth.

"I am so so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! Lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?? Did I hurt you? Oh god, I spilt coffee all over you! I am incredibly sorry. Shit, did it burn you?" He searched my face with concern, biting his lip.

I managed a smile and shook my head.

"No no, it's fine! I wasn't looking either, checking my watch, I was. I’m okay, are you? Don't worry about the coffee, I hadn't had my morning one anyways! It's mostly on my clothes so it doesn't burn. I would buy you a new one since I'm wearing all of yours, but I'm actually in a rush. I'm late to work, you see..." I talked fast, annoyed that I would have to cut the conversation off short.

His eyes widened and he went into another round of apologies.

"Oh, jeez, you're late! I am so sorry! I've made you even later. Don't worry about me, just go! I'm so sorry about this!"

I shook my head, smiling.

"Nah, it's okay. It's not your fault, but I really have to be going. Sorry about your coffee!" I waved goodbye and hurried off.

He nodded and waved goodbye to me.

"Goodbye! Have a nice day at work! Sorry, again" he called after me.

After I had arrived at work at 8:28am, explained to my boss why I was late, showing him my coffee soaked clothes as proof, and started shelfing books, I realised I was incredibly fortunate to have been running late, for if I hadn't been, I never would have run into the cute stranger who spilt coffee over me.

The thought of his eyes and his smile made my day a lot brighter, despite the horrible start. All day, I thought about him and how we would probably never meet again, much to my sadness.

Every time the bell would ring, signalling a customer entering the shop, I looked up hopefully, wondering if, by some miracle, he'd found where I worked and come to see me. Of course, it was never him that walked through the door. It was obsessive and unhealthy, and I knew that, but that didn't stop me from glancing up from the counter when the trill of the bell sounded.

For some reason, I couldn't get him out of my head. Even after several days had passed with no sign of him, he was still lingering in my mind, and stuck in my heart with a pinch of hope.

I tried my best to dismiss the thought of his brown curly hair, his sparkling brown eyes, his cute smile.... but no matter what I tried, he remained in my heart and mind, much to my disgust.

It was now Saturday, and I had managed to push the thought of the cute - coffee spilling - stranger to the back of my mind where it lingered. I had been asked to come in for a few hours today, to cover for another coworker, and I had willingly agreed with nothing better to do.

My coworker finally showed up for her shift at 2:30pm, freeing me. I decided to head for my favourite cafe, where they made the best coffee (in my opinion), where I could read my book with an afternoon coffee.

I wrapped my scarf around my neck, shoved my hands in my deep pockets, and started walking into the sharp whistling wind and towards the cafe.

Today was particularly cold, so I spent no time taking in my surroundings as I usually did. Not even the coldness of the air biting my exposed skin could stop me scanning the bustling crowd of people, all with their own destinations in mind, for that familiar, yet unfamiliar face. I had only seen it once, but I saw it many times after, in my mind.

I kept my pace up, turning my head to curiously look at the many faces of the city. People watching was one of the great things of living in such a busy city. There were thousands of people, all with different life stories, backgrounds, thoughts and experiences. It fascinated me. You could be walking down the street and see an elderly man in a very formal suit, and a teenage girl with spiky green hair, tattoos and leather clothing could be a few short steps behind him, travelling in the same direction in a weird coincidence.

I reached the glass door, with the vine, flower and coffee bean logo, and something nagged at me. Why, after the many, many trips to the cafe, had the familiar logo pulled at something in the very far retches of my mind? I shook my head and pushed the door open, instantly greeted by the high pitched ring of the bell above me, the flood of warmth, the chatter of other customers, and the smell of caffeine and sugary sweet pastries baking. I took a deep breath in and sighed happily.

Letting the door close behind me, I unwrapped my scarf, stuffed it in my bag, and started weaving my way through the people. The cafe was busier than usual, it was a popular place and in the cold weather everyone had gone seeking the warmth of coffee and baked goods.

I made my way to the back of the long line leading up to the counter.

I peered past the person in front of me, to see about ten people fidgeting restlessly in front of me.

Confirming my suspicions of having to wait a while, I dug through my bag and grabbed out my phone. I aimlessly scrolled through tumblr as the line progressively got shorter. The people in front of me slowly broke off as they placed and received their orders, while additional people were always coming to the back of the line.

It was the guy-in-front-of-me's turn, so I quickly stowed my phone away.

He was dark skinned, with broad shoulders and very toned muscles that he didn't even have to flex to prove their worth. He wore glasses and a simple white shirt and jeans.

I peered behind me to see an older lady who was of Japanese descent, by the looks of the strokes of the characters printed onto her wrinkled skin. That, and the fact she was carrying a Japanese to English translation book, pointed me in the direction of her ethnicity.

I smiled at her, embarrassed, realising I was staring. She smiled back kindly. I was about to open my mouth when I was brought back to the task at hand.

"Next please." Called an ever so slightly irritated voice.

I turned back to the teenage boy at the counter and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry... um, can I please get a chocolate mocha and a Danish pastry please?"

The boy nodded and wrote everything down before ringing it up on the cash register.

"That will be $9.50. Your name please? And will you be having it here or to takeaway?"

I quickly handed him the money, awkwardly putting the change back in my wallet, worried about holding up the queue.

"Oh, ah, have here, thanks. And my name is Y/N." I spelt it out to him before making my way over to the group of people who were also waiting for their orders.

"Y/N?" A voice called out, the owner of said voice looking around questioningly.

I muttered 'excuse me's as I made my way up to the counter. I quickly thanked the girl and grabbed my tray, bee lining for one of the only spare tables I could see.

I made it there just before a teenage couple. The girls face turned up in disgust, stomping away with her girlfriend trailing behind quietly, pulled along by their entwined hands. I shrugged apologetically and sat.

I ate my danish first, glad of the soft, warm pastry filling my mouth.

Lifting the coffee cup up, I tentatively took a sip of the hot liquid, not wanting to burn my mouth. I put it back down, wanting it to cool a bit further.

Something tugged at the back of my mind again, as I looked at my coffee and the cup it was in. There was something I couldn't put my finger on, and it was starting to really bug me.

Simply shrugging, I pulled out my current read out of my bag; John Greens latest book. I quickly fell in between the pages, getting lost in the story.

Tuning out the bustling cafe was easy, despite the constant noise of chatter, coffee cups, plates, and spoons clanking against each other, the bells at the counter and on the door, and the familiar sound of the coffee machine.

I had gone through several chapters steadily, the outside world blocked out, when there was a commotion that caught my attention.

I turned and looked just in time to see a women get accidentally shoved into a guy walking past my table. The two hit each other and bounced off; the women into a man who managed to catch her before she fell, and the guy into my table.

The coffee cup he was carrying slipped from his fingers as he hit the table, and the steaming liquid went through the air, almost in slow motion, and landed everywhere.

I was soaked from head to toe.

In coffee.

Again.

Even my book had coffee over it.

I simply sighed, screwing my face up slightly. Wiping the coffee out of my eyes, I finally got a good look at who had spilt the coffee.

There, standing rather sheepish, was the cute stranger. The one who had spilt coffee on me in the street.

I burst out laughing, looking at his mortified face.

"I'm starting to think I must have done something to anger you, due to the amount of drinks you've dumped over me" I teased, grinning.

He laughed, relief washing over his face as he realised I wasn't mad.

"How could you!? Don't act like you don't know." He said clutching a hand to his chest, going along with the act.

I giggled. Cute, funny, and slightly dorky. How was this boy real?

"But, I am extremely sorry. I mean it was bad enough spilling it on you once, when you were running late, but again? When you were just enjoying your book," he gestured down to the book and winced, "and I managed to get coffee on it as well... I am so so sorry." He apologised wholeheartedly.

I smiled and shook my head.

"Don't worry about it. Any of it. I mean the first time woke me up, which I was glad for, and the second time meant I was able to see you again..." I said the last part shyly, blushing, before rushing on, " and as for the book, it's only a couple of coffee stains. It adds character." I grinned, grabbing a napkin to wipe the rest of the coffee off of my face.

He smiled softly, rubbing the back of his neck and biting his lip. "I-uh- um, is this seat taken?" He asked shyly.

I grinned and shook my head, gesturing to it to let him know he could sit. His eyes widened and sparkled, and once again I was transfixed by them.

He sat down across from me, setting his now empty coffee cup on the table.

"I'm Wyatt, by the way, Wyatt Oleff." He said grinning, holding out his hand.

I reached across the table and shook his hand, smiling softly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Wyatt, despite the fact I'm covered in coffee," I teased kindly, "Im Y/N. Y/F/N." I replied.

He nodded, holding my hand a couple of seconds longer.

"Y/N. Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl" he murmured softly before blushing madly.

I blushed and stammered, surprised by his comment.

"O-oh, uh, th-thank y-you..."

He cleared his threat and looked down at his cup, trying to hide his ever growing blush.

"Uh, I'm just going to go get another coffee, since you're wearing mine" he chuckled awkwardly and rose.

I nodded, looking down at his empty cup also. As he walked to the counter, and I kept my eyes on the cup, the thing that had been nagging me clicked.

The shops logo. I had seen it on Wyatt's takeaway cup the first time we meet. He must come here often.

I smiled, thinking about the chances of us running into each other. And how we both happened to be at the same small cafe at the same time. It seemed as though fate was on my side.

As I waited for Wyatt to return, I couldn't stop smiling as I thought about him.

In the time gone by, I managed to clean up most of the spilt coffee, although I still smelt very strongly of coffee. Not that I minded, it was a welcome smell.

Wyatt returned with a smile on his face.

We chatted for several hours, getting to know each other. Neither of us had places to be, neither of us wanted to leave.

We instantly clicked. We had many of the same interests, and we enjoyed each other's company.

As he talked enthusiastically about Zelda, I rested my head on my hand and smiled. He was gesturing madly, his eyes wide and sparkling as he described it. He grinned while talking quickly, rambling cutely. God, I could feel myself falling for him already. What a fucking idiot. But I couldn't stop myself.

His noodle curly hair shook as his head fell back and he laughed at his own joke. I giggled uncharacteristicly, smiling and shaking my head. I wasn't laughing because of his joke, I hadn't even heard it because I had gotten distracted by his handsome looks... but I was laughing at how adorable he looked and how focused on the topic he was.

His eyes settled back onto mine and there was a moment of silence. His eyes searched mine until he realised he was staring and promptly looked down, blushing.

"So, uh... do you come here often?" He winced at how he sounded, looking up at me with a sheepish grin.

I chuckled and took a sip of my 4th? 3rd? coffee, nodding.

"Yeah, I do actually. It's my favourite cafe. Best coffee for miles and miles," I leaned in to say the next part, "even if it's being poured on you" I teased him with a grin.

He blushed and chuckled, sipping at his own current coffee before setting it down and leaning towards me.

"Well, maybe, we should do this again. Have coffee and chat here. And although I can't promise I won't spill my coffee on you, I will certainly try not to." He said with a grin, his eyes hopeful and nervous despite his confident demeanour.

My eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the invitation. I smiled shyly, fiddling with the teaspoon I had been given to stir my coffee.

"Are you... asking me on a date, Wyatt Oleff? " I asked grinning.

He looked into my eyes and I was once again mesmerised by their soft beauty.

"Indeed I am, Y/F/N." he said with that cute smirk of his.

I nodded slowly, tapping my finger to my chin and screwed up my face, as if I had to think very hard and long about the proposition.

"Well, in that case, Mr. Oleff, I think that we should do this again, although I might have to wear a rain poncho to save myself from the dangerous risk of coffee stains again." I teased, smiling.

Inside, my heart was beating 1000 miles a minute and my mind was screaming at me in excitement and disbelief. He nodded and smiled at me triumphantly, and I could see that he was glad of my answer. This made me soar even higher over the moon.

"And so it's settled, Miss Y/L/N. and that is a fantastic idea, rain ponchos are highly recommended. So, uh, can I get your number?" He said the last part shyly, worried I would decline him and cancel the date-to-be.

I nodded happily and slid my phone across the table to him, open on a new contact. He grinned and picked up my phone, quickly putting his details in and sending a text to himself so that he'd have my number.

After he had passed my phone back to me, I checked to see what he'd put his contact name as.

'Handsome Coffee Spilling Boy' stared back at me.

I burst out laughing and nodded.

"Good name choice. Very suitable."

He grinned and winked. I gently plucked his phone out of his hands.

"Now I get to choose my contact name."

He nodded and held his hands up in mock surrender, waiting patiently.

After thinking briefly I typed in: 'Cute Coffee Wearing Girl' And handed his phone back to him.

I laughed as he read it and nodded.

"Another very accurate name. I love it." He grinned before turning towards the girl wearing an apron who was standing by our table.

I hadn't even noticed her, much less the practically empty cafe.

"I'm so sorry to disturb the two of you, but I'm afraid we are about to close up." She said smiling awkwardly.

My eyes widened, only just realising the time.

"Shit. Time flies when you're having fun I guess." I said quietly, sneaking a look at Wyatt as we both collected our things.

Once we were both out on the street and the shy employee had locked up behind us, we turned to each other, both smiling shyly.

"Well, uh I better get going... it's my turn to cook dinner for my sister and I still have to buy everything... but I'm really really glad you spilt that coffee on me. I enjoyed talking to you..." I said shyly, looking down at my feet.

Wyatt nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah no worries, and to be honest, I'm very glad I managed to spill coffee on you twice, because if I hadn't, I never would've been able to talk to you and ask you out on a date... speaking of, I'll text you tomorrow to see when you're free?" He smiled, almost embarrassed by the confession.

I nodded quickly, over the moon with happiness. I stood up on my tippy toes, leaned towards him and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Can't wait." I whispered before quickly walking down the street to hide my reddening cheeks.

Wyatt cute, surprised lopside smile stared after me.

"See yah!" Wyatt called out after a few seconds of shocked silence.

I glanced behind me to see Wyatt waving at me, still with that cute smirk on his face.

I grinned and waved to him, almost running into an older man walking in the other direction.

I apologised profusely, catching the sight of Wyatt laughing out of the corner of my eye.

I turned and walked in the direction of the supermarket with a large smile on my face and a spring in my step. I got a couple of questioning stares, but I was far from caring.

My smile only increased when the familiar 'ping!' of my phone alerted me of a text.

New Text Message From: Handsome Coffee Spilling Boy

'I'm beginning to think you've got a habit of (literally) running into random guys in the street😉'

I giggled down at my phone, reading and rereading the text.

I was so focussed on my phone that I ran into a teenage boy and almost fell on my ass. My eyes widened and I bit back a laugh as he glared at me.

"Sorry!" I called out to his already retreating back.

I burst out laughing as I started to reply to Wyatt.

'I'm beginning to think you're the one making me run into random guys, since you've been the cause of them all! A brilliant example would be the fact that I ran into a guy on the street because I was reading your text😂'

It was only a minute later that he replied.

'A women with kids just stared at me confused and scared when I started reading your text 😂 You really should look where you're going ya know, even though it's hard not to be distracted by me😉'

I spun around on the street happily, a small squeal escaping my lips. I must have resembled Hermione Granger at the Yule Ball in 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' the movie, when Victor Krum kissed her hand and leaves. Here I was, talking to the cute guy that I never thought I'd see again, and he was flirting with me.

'😂 terrorising little kids now are you? Shame you don't have coffee on you to throw at them😏 I swear you're distracting me on purpose at this stage😂'

I pressed send and bit my lip. I shouldn't have sent that. It was weird and not funny... he'll probably never text me again now...

My phone buzzed again, disturbing my thoughts.

'Damn it, you caught on! I knew I should've gotten a cup to takeaway before we got kicked out! And of course I'm distracting you on purpose, the only way to get your attention is to distract you or pour coffee on you! 😉'

I held back an excited scream, reading his message.

'I'm sure you would've grabbed one if they hadn't ushered us out in ten seconds flat!😂 hmmm hadn't thought of that... have you tried just asking for my attention?'

I bit my lip before looking up and realising that I was at the supermarket.

I went around, gathering everything I needed for dinner in a daydream, all the while chatting to Wyatt.

We continued texting for the rest of the night throughout cooking and eating dinner and I didn't even notice the teasing comments from my sister.

We were still talking as I climbed into bed, and we continued to talk as my eyes grew heavy.

I warned him that I may fall asleep at any moment, and a couple of messages later I couldn't keep my eyes open.

I fell slowly into a pleasant sleep with no dreams that I would remember in the morning.

It may have been a different story if I had seen the text Wyatt sent me 10 minutes later when he realised I had fallen asleep.

My phone lit up and buzzed on my bedside table. In my sleeping state, I stirred, but did not wake, and settled back in again. The bright phone screen illuminating the room announced the text from Wyatt.

New Text Message From Handsome Coffee Spilling Boy:

'It seems like despite all that coffee you wear, you've fallen asleep. So you won't see this until the morning, but I just want to say that I really really enjoyed today, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tomorrow night? (That way the threat of coffee being poured on you is lowered) I totally understand if you don't want to, but I would love to take you on a proper date. '

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ar1aa · 6 years

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/Dating Wyatt oleff/

•You met through Sophia and when he saw you for the first time he was speechless

•He was SO shy at first and he didn't want to talk.

•Finn convinced him

•Awkwardly cute

•After a couple minutes of talking you basically asked him out

•Cute dates

•You once went on the carnival and he saw a clown and he almost cried

•He looks shy but he low key LOVES Pda

•He loves holding you and playing with your hair

•He hates it when you talk to other guys

•He is really self conscious sometimes

•You comfort him and tell him how much he means to you

•Did I mention that he loves you?

•His mother either loves you it hates you at your first meeting.

•Netflix and chill like real Netflix and chill is a must

•You will post cute couple photos on Instagram

•Sophia's OTP

•Everybody's OTP actually

•He will be obsessed with you in a cute way

•When you will be on your period he will bring you billion chocolates and Disney movies.

•He will massage your back if you want

•If you live on different country you will talk on the phone until you fall asleep

•And then he will melt and will take a hundred screenshots

*Slight NSFW*

•Your first time together would be awkward

•But like really cute

•He would be extremely careful with you

*End of NSFW*

•Learning you how to play piano

•Watching horror movies together

•Cuddles

•When you are having sleepovers he will be so weird

•"Hey Y/N do you think sand its called sand cause its between sea and land? "

•"wtf Wyatt its 3am"

•Summing up he will love and respect you to death❤💞

#wyatt oleff #the losers club #dating #stan uris #itmovie #headcanons #wyatt oleff dating #wyatt oleff imagines #wyatt oleff x reader #stan uris x reader #stan uris imagines #wyatt oleff fluff #fluff #wyatt oleff headcanons #wyatt oleff imagine #it2movie #It2

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jellycolors · 2 years

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𝘸𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

#jellycolors #stanley barber x reader #wyatt oleff #ianowt icons #ianowt imagine #stanley barber #stanley barber fluff #stanley barber icons #wyatt oleff icons #netflix icons #i am not okay with this #ianowt #ianowt masterlist #ianowt incorrect quotes #ianowt memes

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sammythelover · 2 years

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𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 / 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙧

Pairing: Stanley Barber x reader

Warning: fluff, weed, cussing

Reader | she/her

Keys | (Y/n) = your name

Summary: Stanley Barber x reader that where the y/n that their parents who doesn’t care about her, and she has no one who also be there for her and that’s when Stanley finds out something was off about y/n, that Stanley who always cares about y/n.

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You walked down stairs at your house and went to the kitchen saw both of your parents were talking about something from at work.

Once you went to the kitchen, your parents looked up at you. Your dad were sitting on the table with his food that your mom made. Your mom is at the stove to make dinner for both of them but not making one for you.

You went to the table to sit down and realize that there’s no food on your plate it’s empty, I looked up at them.

“Uh w-where’s my dinner?” You said as your mom sniffed and said “well I thought you already had dinner since before we got home. And right now it's 6:47, Besides that’s your job to make your own dinner you’re only 16 to cook your own food”

Your dad nodded after he looked up at your mom than to you.

“Yea you can cook your own stuff. I thought you know how to cook?” You looked sad that how much that they didn’t really care about you ever since you were a child. That every kids at your school, they just ignore you and never really talked to you. You actually never had any friends for your hole life that you’ve trying to make friends, but they just kept calling you a ‘𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙙’ ‘𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙’ ‘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙨'

After about 7 years that you’ve never had any friends from pre-school, elementary, and middle school. And now you are in high school in sophomore year.

You felt empty, all alone and everyday you go to school in different classes and going to cafeteria just sitting on the empty table with no one sitting there. You sits there and eating your lunch at school. And your parents who doesn’t care about how was your school or how was your day going. They never said anything about those things.

You sigh “well you wouldn’t let me to cook till I’m older enough” your dad just chuckled “well that not my fucking problem then, it’s yours Job”

“Yea, I wish you could just cook your own food when you started growing up” Your mom said as she walked to the table with two plates of food for her and for your Dad. sitting down right next to your dad then start eating.

You felt your heart clenched and stood up and walked to the front door and putting your shoes on before you open the door and walked out. As you shut it and start walking on the sidewalk, then you realize you know that one person that who really 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, that one the only… Stanley barber.

He been friends with you for the past 3 years, and he knows some about you ever since you both met in middle school when you both were in 8th grade. His dad was an asshole that he actually doesn’t care about him just like your parents. Everyday at school you were at your locker and Stanley was there with you even some of your classes and even in cafeteria that he sitting in front of you, so that you’re not all alone. And you guys been dating for a year and now you both are a couple as a girlfriend and boyfriend. You were so happy that you met someone who always be there for you no matter what.

And that’s when you decided to go to your boyfriend’s house, that was only few blocks away from your house. You got at his front door and knocked it, waiting for him to open the door.

Stanley opens the door and looked up at you smiling at you. “Hey y/n” you smile at him back. “Hey, Stan” he move away so that you go in his house, as he closed the door he grabs your hand and leading down to his basement room. He went to his music player to put the bloodwitch on. And you just sitting down on his couch, he come back to you sitting down on the couch and pulls you onto his lap. So that you’re facing him, and his hands on your waist rubbing up and down softly.

He looked up at you still smiling at you then his smile turns into furrowed that you don’t look happy. Your eyes were tired, your lips were half sad and smile, your face looks a little pale. He wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to him.

“Hey..what’s wrong?” You looked up at him looking into his brown hazel eyes and you fidget with your hands and looked away from him.

“Nothing” you whisper. He looked confused and lifted your chin towards to his face so that he can looked into your y/e/c eyes. “You can tell me anything, you know that right?” You sigh and nodded. “It’s just, seems like my parents doesn’t really care about me. All they care about each other but, not with their Child. I-I feel like…I deserve this and-“ your words got cut off by Stanley kissing you on your lips gently, then he pulled away to look at you.

He shook his head as he said “no, you don’t deserve of what that they don’t care about you. They just don’t have any love for them just like what my father did. He’s doesn’t care about me either, all he do is just hits me, whenever I come home with his car from bowling alley or either at school too”

You looked at him with a sad face. Then you lead down and kissing him, he kissed you back. After 5sec later you pulled away from the kiss and puts your hand on his cheek.

“I’m sorry you went through all of that, Stan. I love everything about you and no matter how things you went through, I still care about you no matter what” you said smile at him. He smile you back and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him to hugged you.

“I care about you too, you know that?” He said as pulls away from hugging and he looked up at you, his arms still wrapped around you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your left hand playing in his brown curly hair.

“Yea, I'm really glad i met you, stan. ever since middle school, I love you...” you said with the blushed on your cheek.

He smile and kissed your forehead. “I love you too, y/n, always”

#stanley barber x reader #i am not okay with this #stantheman #fluff #wyatt oleff #stanley barber #ianowt

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lemon-boy-stan · 4 years

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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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thatwriterkei · 4 years

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Babe, I love your writing so much oml💕 could I get a HC of soft boy Stan dating a musical reader?? They play piano and ukulele + they sing but are a bit shy about it. It’s just me, I live vicariously through these tbh

Oh my goodness tysm 💖💖💖 literally same tho honestly lol

So when Stan finds out you're like super talented with instruments and singing

He's like freaking out inside

Because there you are on the streets

With a ukelele

And just singing your heart out to

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

And he just stares at you for the longest time

You have such a beautiful voice

And the fact that you can play while singing

AND you look good doing it

Like those shorts

If you guys were already dating by that time

He would've approached you after you finished

You would be flustered

Just surprised to see him there

And he's continuously praising you

"why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

And then, "you're so talented, y/n/n!"

"now you're going to give me special attention because you're so cute."

Next time

The two of you are in his room

He's slightly in awe because

You've never shown him your room

It's just some instruments scattered in the corner of your room

Because you haven't had the money to properly place them on your wall and such

He's begging you to sing for him

You give in eventually because

Well, because he's Stan!

So you're playing a short tune on your piano

And surprisingly it isn't Nirvana

It's just a short melody of you humming

"Gosh, you're just amazing at everything baby.."

Stan would just be the most supportive, adorable bean in the entire world

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lavenderruris · 3 years

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robin-draws11 · 4 years

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years

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𝐰𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

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

he finds attractive your whole self –the way you speak, the way you smile when you hear a joke, the way you grab out a piece of chips to eat it… typically your little features, because they are inconspicuous and tiny, but once wyatt explores one of them, he never gonna get enough from you.

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

now don’t, sorry uwu sure as hell. but later, when you two lived out your youths… yeah, definitely.

c = cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

arms hooked around you, his chin on the top of your head. when you two sleep, he drops one of his legs over you, reassuring that you won’t escape from him, not even to go to the toilet.

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

literally the best dates –he wants to show you so many things, like skateboarding at night with light strips on your board, drinking smoothies and coke on the rooftop of your house. he often likes to call his friends too, only to show him that you, this intelligent, fluffy and lovely girl is his girlfriend.

if you want to go somewhere directly, just show him a way –he’s always ready to spend qualitative time with you.

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

„you are my pocket-warmer on the snowiest day of the year when we play around outside.”

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

when you two were on the set of ‘it’, on the field (from the last scene) you two just sit after the tiring day. he bought two sandwiches and one thermos for the two of you, laying his head on your lap. he looked up to the rose sky, while you picked up a little yellow flower, placing in his curly, adorable hair, saying “that’s it, no you're the most perfect boy.” grabbing your hand, kissing it gently, he only said “i’m just trying”, heart full with love for you.

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

if there was a description for the concept “gentleness”, he would be the picture for the precedent-picture. giving you his hoodie when it’s cold or you’re tired, braiding your hair, helping you wipe off your makeup, just like the perfect gentleman he is. but other than that, he always ready to snuggling with you, or patting you while laying on his bed, watching your favorite movie ‘til sleeping.

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

only if he feels insecure, he wants to curl his fingers around yours, don’t caring about who’s staring at you. when he holds your hand, feels like he have now a lifeline (that’s very important to him, so just hold his hand whenever you want, and yo gonna get a very happy wyatt.)

i = impression (what was their first impression?)

when you came with sophia to the set, you were talking and joking with her –even if you had the fear of the first meetings. you two found a dog, patting and playing with him , slowly opening up to everybody, watching your very lovely personality.

j = jealousy (do they get jealous?)

he don’t jealous in his nature, but when another guy sits beside you, he always watching his hands and his eyes, and if they go somewhere he don’t like, he thinks that that’s the end of the pity party. but normally, he always looks after you, trying to have a seat int he near of –or beside- you.

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

wyatt’s kisses are always full of love, never too sloppy, never too rough or intrusive –only if you want to, but when you’re ask him for the nasty things, he would do it, but only with paying attention. he never want to ruin you or rip the confidence and sense of security –you are his little doll, who needs to be taken care for.

wyatt kissed you first on the set of ‘it’, before a shooting, you sat behind him and started to ruffle his hair, trying to get even fuzzier and fuzzier, he suddenly grabbed your hands, turned around and pulled you closer to a hug, then you turned your head to his hide, looking into his eyes, slowly kissing each other in the warmness of his presence.

l = love (who says ‘i love you’ first?)

right atfer your first kiss, he stroked your cheeks, just as you his curly locks, tucking you in his arms, chin on the top of your head, closing his eyes as you sat in his lap.

“you don’t need to prepare?” you whispered, the hair on the crown of your head tickling his neck. that’s the perfect moment, come on.

“no, because i love you.”

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

when you went out to one sleepover at summer, he covered the big trampoline (in the garden) with blankets and pillows, bringing some snack too. laying at night, staring at the stars while talking or listening to the calm music from his phone, talking about sweet nothings –once he did this, he always gonna want to do, again and again.

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

he always tries to, giving you the t-shirt or the shoes what you want the most on your birthday, buying you candy or chocolate bar if you’re in a bad mood, sparing his money to the concert of your favoruite concert –have i told you that he tries everything, when he see a chance? because damn, he always tries his best. and he’s super good at it, please protect my baby )):

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

to him, you are pink. the color of happiness, the color of the baby and the gentle angel who you really are.

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

babylove –the most common. when you two were at one sleepover at jaeden, he grabbed a bag of chips while began to going upstairs. he saw as you picked out the best snack for the movie. „are you coming, babylove?” you turned around, giving him the sweetest smile ever, he was sure that he’s gonna call you again and again like this. between cuddles, at the shooting, sitting beside you while he’s sick and you try to take care of him –always the right spots, sugar.

marshmallow –he teases you with this one, ruffling your hair inhe morning while you’re in one of his hoodies, giving you a warm hug while stroking your sleep-aching back. your cheeks and eyes are puffy from the deep slumber, you reminds him to the marshmallow he ate last week –squishy, melty in the hands, and otherwise ultra-adorable.

doll, honey, baby, my tiny french potato –whatever name that cute and reminds him of you.

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

his old comic books –he always ready to grab out ont he lazy afternoons, with a bottle of coke and a little nachos.

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

absolutely his favourite days –nothing has to do, just snuggling between soft blankets and pillows, sleepily listening to the raindrops ont he window –even better when it’s with you.

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

he don’t want you to see him sad –tries to handle on his own, but when he’s failing, you’re always with him to give him the protecting arms he needs. when you’re sad, he searches your favourite memes, and try to make pancakes –even if it’s end up with the easiest cup noodles.

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

with you, everything and anything. but mostly, he likes to share his shower-thoughts with you. when he wants you attention, he begin to tease you with them.

„y/n, have you ever thought about that if we’re voluming something up, it’s like zooming in but with sound? or… have you every thought about if two mind readers are reading each other’s mind, whose mind are they reading? ah, wait! have y-”

„stan, please, not in the middle of my own shower-thoughts. buta s far as we go, have you ever thought about that everything in this universe is either pizza or not pizza?”

„…i love you so much, sweet potato.”

u = unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

speaking, bragging, bitching –saying out loud his problems helps him a lot, you don’t even need to answer him. just the presence of you, the consciousness that you are with him and he can share his problems, his thoughts –especially with you- gives him a calming media.

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

he’s just porud that you and him can trust each others, can lean on each other –literally, you and him are the strongest couple int he are, and he’s just really proud of it. he don’t like to show off, as long as nobody wants to stand between the two of you.

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

later, he wants to propose to you on a quiet, calmy morning, warm bodies pressed against each other. wyatt forces him to sit up, lingering to the night stand, kissing you for wake up. you are very sleepy, but surprised as well –but when he see the little dimple in the corner of your mouth, he knows that he was always ready to ask you that four words, from the moment when the two of you met.

x = xylophone (what’s their song?)

hundred miles – yall ft. gabriela richardson

„it’s our time to go,

dance with me one more time.”

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

of course, honeycake, he only needs some time for knowing you well, spend the best youth with you –to pamper you well and make some many fantastic memories with you.

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

he don’t interested very much in a pet, but if you gets the idea –or have already a cute little dog or cat, or even raccoon-, he have the curiosity and spirit to have a little third person int he household.

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 <𝟹 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚋 ^^

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