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[x] pennywise by @weirdswirl

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[sandcrdriesens]

okay so i have a prompt idea,, it’s like that scene in love simon where simon comes out in the car,, BUT it’s stan coming out to mike in a car

BETH !!! ALWAYS THE INTELLECTUAL !!!! i love this, i hope you do too !!! 💌🦋🧚‍♀️

“Honestly,” Mike starts, his voice raspy ‘n’ soft, “Richie used to annoyed the crap outta but me but he’s actually kinda a cool person,” he nods.

Stan nods in agreement before he clears his throat, “Actually I’ve been meanin’ to talk about you, about the, uh, thing you said back at the Waffle House about your parents? What happened with that? You don’t gotta tell me of course I’m just.. I’m really curious,” he chuckles.

Mike hesitates but opens his mouth, “Oh uhm... I don’t like to talk about it a lot ‘cause it... I guess it messes with my image? But with all that happened with them I guess.. I don’t believe in love anymore,” he exhales deeply.

“C’mon... you still believe in love! Right?” Stan says, his voice laced with kindness as it usually is when he talks to Mike alone.

“Maybe... have you ever been in love?” Stan can’t sense the hurt in his voice, as Mike is scared he’ll talk ‘bout someone ‘n’ make him feel all jealous.

Nonetheless, Stan’s breath hitches. Yeah, with you, he says to himself in his head. He pulls over the car quickly, ‘n’ puts on his blinkers.

After a coupla moments of silence, Mike finally perks up by placin’ his hand softly on Stan’s shoulder, “Stan? What’s up?”

Stan keeps his eyes on the steering wheel, “Mike?”

Mike frowns, with the face of someone worried, “Yeah?”

“I’m bi,” he closes his eyes tightly, afraid of Mike leavin’ him, or sayin’ somethin’ against him.

Mike smiles warmly at him, squeezin’ his arm, “Oh.”

He finally opens his eyes to look at Mike, as beautiful as after. He takes in a deep breath, before takin’ a leap of faith, “But.. there’s a catch.”

Mike tilts his head, which causes Stan to melt, “Oh?”

“I’m in love with you,” Mike eyes widen, so Stan looks away, “I’m sorry.”

Mike bites his lip ‘n’ slowly places his soft hands on Stan’s faintly freckled cheeks, “Stan, look at me.”

And he does, ever so slowly, as if time is slowed down. His lips quiver.

”I’m in love with you, too. I’m so glad you trusted me enough to tell me first, I love you,” he quickly places a kiss to his nose before softly sayin’, “‘n’ I’m pansexual.”

”Please.. tell me you’re not fuckin’ with me?” A tear slowly falls down his flushed cheeks.

Mike wipes that very same tear, “Never.”

Stan exhales, before leanin’ in to kiss the love of his life.

[eddieeatsass]

Bakery + 25 + stanlon?

Bakery AU + Accidental Sexual Tension from this prompt list(CW: very mild mention of alcohol)

When Mike had suggested they open a bakery together, Stanley had seen no drawbacks to the idea. They’d been best friends for nearly a decade, had gone to culinary school together and roomed in the college dorms with one another; Running a shop together seemed like a logical next step.

What Stan hadn’t taken into consideration, however, was that working in close quarters late into the night and early each morning would leave room for suppressed feelings to resurface.

Stan had had a crush on his best friend for years. It had always been there, simmering in the back of his mind. Who wouldn’t have a crush on Mike? Though, he’d decided early on that nothing would happen between them, not wanting to jeopardize their friendship.

It had been easier to ignore his feelings when they were in college. There’d been no shortage of attractive people to distract himself with, and his studies took up most of his brain power anyway.

But those simmering feelings always seem to find a way to show themselves, and these particular ones came to a head a month into their new lives as business partners.

They’d found a little shop to rent just off the edge of one of the busiest streets in the city. They’d renovated it pretty quickly thanks to their friend Ben who was a licensed architect, and his wife Beverly, an interior designer. Together, and with the help of a small team, their shop had been ready within two weeks.

The first couple weeks after the opening were too hectic to even get a moment to breathe. Mike and Stan were often up all hours of the night baking things for the next day. But as the buzz of the new bakery settled down, so did the flood of customers, and therefore so did Mike and Stan.

It was a Saturday evening in mid July as Stan was closing up shop that he heard the telltale sound of a cork popping in the other room. He wandered into the back to see Mike standing in the middle of their kitchen, champagne in one hand and champagne flutes in the other, a grin plastered to his face.

“HAPPY ONE MONTH OF BUSINESS!” Mike cheered, grabbing Stan and pulling him into a sloppy hug, the champagne bottle and glasses clanking behind Stan’s back.

Stan relaxed into Mike’s hold, delighting in the momentary warmth and sweet cinnamon smell that Mike always emanated.

“You too, Mikey.” Stan murmured happily.

The hug ended too soon and Stan had to school his features not to show his disappointment. He watched as Mike poured them each a little champagne and then walked over to one of their fridges.

A tray Stan didn’t recognize was pulled out, dollops of chocolate scattered across the surface.

“What’s that?” Stan asked, walking towards the counter where Mike placed the mysterious treats.

“I wanted to make us something special to celebrate, so I tried a new recipe. They’re chocolate caramel crème brûlée truffles.”

Stan could feel himself already salivating, always eager to eat anything Mike made. If Stan was a master at baking, Mike was a God.

Mike picked up one of the truffles and brought it to Stan’s lips, unaware of the intimacy of his action. Stan’s face flushed as he took a bite, his lips grazing Mike’s fingers in the process. As Stan chewed, Mike popped the other half of the truffle into his mouth, making a sinfully loud groan in appreciation.

“Okay, I did good.” Mike boasted.

“You always do good.” Stan responded, catching Mike’s eye and trying to convey sincerity. Mike’s eyes sparkled as he returned the smile Stan was holding, and the sight of warm brown skin curling around pearly whites made Stan’s breath catch.

“I know what these need.” Stan tore his eyes away and walked over to the fridge, rummaging around before he pulled out a batch of left over whip cream from earlier.

Mike chuckled as Stan carried the bowl back over.

“Why am I not surprised. You put whip cream on everything. If I offered you a hot dog right now, you’d use whip cream instead of condiments.”

“Please, I have standards, Mike.” Stan defended before rolling one of the chocolate truffles around in the bowl until it was coated in enough whip cream to drown a small child.

Stan popped it into his mouth with glee, chewing happily and letting his eyes slide shut as he indulged in the blend of flavors.

Mike watched Stan, taking a small sip of his champagne and letting his thoughts wander. Over the past year Mike had taken quite the interest in Stan. It’s not that he hadn’t noticed him before; he’d always thought that Stan was attractive, he’d just been too preoccupied with other things (and other people) to seriously consider his friend as a romantic option.

Since they’d graduated and moved in together, however, Mike had found himself entertaining the idea more and more. Opening the bakery together had been the cherry on-top; If this was what their life could look like together, why not take a leap of faith.

As Stan reached for another truffle, the likes of which had already began melting from the heat of their recently used ovens, Mike noticed a smidgen of whip cream on Stan’s cheek. Without thinking it over, he reached out, thumbing at the spot and bringing the finger to Stan’s lips to suck clean.

Stan froze, his face melting into a crimson palette. Mike realized too late the tension his move had created, the energy already palpating between them. Mike was quick to pull his hand back, an apology blooming on his tongue until he felt Stan’s grip hold him still.

Stan kept his eyes locked with Mike’s as he leaned forward, closing the space between his mouth and Mike’s receding hand. He took Mike’s thumb into his mouth, plush pink lips molding around the digit, soft tongue coming to wrap around the tip. It all happened within seconds, but to Mike it felt like it stretched on for a lifetime.

Was he imagining the sensuality of Stan’s movements, or was Stan really trying to put on a show? Could the exhaustion of the day’s work be playing with his mind?

Mike had always considered himself to be quite level-headed, but at that moment his head had flown up into the clouds.

And if anyone asked, that’s what he’d blame his next actions on.

Mike reached a hand around Stan’s back, swiftly pulling him up against his chest. He pulled his thumb out of Stan’s mouth, dragging it down his bottom lip and following the movement with his gaze. When he looked back up into Stan’s eyes, he saw hesitant fire illuminating amber, the flames of which were just beginning to lick at Mike’s reserve.

They stood like that for a few beats, each waiting to see who would move first, letting the tension build and become insufferable.

They ended up moving at the same time, their mouths clashing together. They were quick to get messy, desperate, open mouthed kisses with battling tongues. Both of their minds were swimming through molasses, trying to piece things together but getting lost in the feeling of one another.

From where their bodies were pressed together, Mike could feel Stan’s growing arousal. He wasted no time in dropping to his knees and beginning to unbutton Stan’s pants.

“Woah, Mike you- I- fuck.” Stan stuttered through his whiplash, the stakes rising so fast he had trouble keeping up. A minute ago they hadn’t even been kissing, and now Mike was staring up at him through those chestnut irises.

“Is this okay?” Mike asked, the pause in movement giving room for his nerves to sprout.

Stan nodded furiously, tripping over his own words as he blurted out a yes.

Mike laughed warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he reset his sight on the task at hand. With steady fingers he pulled Stan’s pants down along with his underwear, letting them sit around his hips just under his balls.

“Wow…” Mike murmured absentmindedly, appraising Stan’s half-hard cock.

Stan blushed as Mike stared, fidgeting under his gaze.

Mike suddenly grinned wickedly, reaching forward with one hand and beginning to pump Stan’s length to full hardness, his other hand reaching up to the counter and grabbing one of the truffles.

Stan watched in confusion as Mike brought it to his cock, rubbing the melting chocolate along his shaft. It was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant. He watched as the sticky sweet substance coated his cock, making it look like a chocolate drizzled treat.

Then, with concentrated determination, Mike brought his lips to Stan’s tip. He began teasing his slit, collecting the salty pre-cum on his tongue before sinking down the length of Stan’s cock, gathering the light coating of chocolate on his way.

When he pulled off, Stan’s cock was clean, Mike’s tongue having been as thorough as possible. Mike looked back up at him through lidded eyes.

“Salted chocolate has always been one of my favorites.” He joked, winking.

Stan let an incredulous laugh bubble up, the joke was just ludicrous enough to be funny, but it was also incredibly hot to think of himself as providing the salty tang to Mike’s sweetness.

It didn’t take long after that for Stan to cum down Mike’s throat, a lusty groan filling their kitchen. As Mike popped off, Stan’s knees started to buckle, sending him tumbling down on top of Mike.

Mike caught him with a surprised chuckle.

“You okay?” Mike tease, petting Stan’s hair back from his face before re-dressing him, tucking him back inside his pants.

“Sorry, that was just… a lot.” Stan admitted, face flushed fluorescent pink.

“Yeah, agreed… but good a lot, right?” Mike clarified, slight insecurity trickling into his tone.

Stan’s heart bloomed. He leaned forward, capturing Mike’s lips in a much lighter, softer kiss than their exchanges before.

“Good. Definitely good.”

[moonlandingtrip]

Soulmate AU:

Soulmarks are art/symbols representating who your soulmate is. A person's soulmark only appears AFTER they both fall in love with each other.

Person A is already in love with Person B, but they get into a fight and go their seperate ways. With Person A's absence, B realizes they love A and they both get their soulmarks. But by the time they meet again, Person A has moved on and both soulmarks have faded away.

[xandertheundead]

Jealous Mike for Stanlon? I never see jealous Mike!

Sure thing, Anon! Here you go!

Mike had never really been the jealous type. 

Sure, when he was little and he’d seen other kids have something that he wished he could have he felt a small pang, but nothing as ugly as jealousy.

Nothing he truly cared about was ever in a situation where he felt those bitter ugly feelings well up in him. His dog, his parents, his grandfather even his favorite BB gun his dad had gotten him when he was little, he’d never had to worry about someone else having them because they were Mike’s and everyone knew that.

Stanley Uris however, wasn’t his and he wished more than ever that the boy was.

That’s why when he saw Stacy Briggs talking to Stan in the hall he felt something painful and awful rise up in his chest.

Bev had heard that Stacy Briggs wanted to ask Stan to the homecoming dance and Mike watched as she laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear. She wasn’t being very subtle and Mike had to stop himself from rolling his eyes when she reached out to gently push at his arm.

When Stan laughed at something she said Mike couldn’t help it, he let the word slip out from his mouth before he could even think about it.

“Bitch.”

“Who’s a bitch?”

Mike jumped when Richie slung an arm around his shoulder, moving his head around to see who Mike could be talking about. Immediately Mike felt shame rise up, his cheeks going red as he quickly shook his head at Richie’s question. He was being rude and unfair, all Stacy did was like the same guy he did and that wasn’t a reason to call her that.

“No one, Richie.” Mike said with a sigh and he could tell Richie didn’t buy it, but luckily he didn’t ask anymore questions.

“So, you ready to ask Stan-the-Man to homecoming?”

Mike gulped, watching the way Stacy moved a little closer to Stan, suddenly the tickets to the bird exhibit were burning a hole in his pocket. He had invited Stan to the bird exhibit, saying no one else wanted to go with him and Stan had quickly agreed to go with him, never even questioned why Mike bought two tickets before knowing how many people were going. The losers had helped paint the sign, it was now folded up neatly and carefully in his backpack and Mike took took a deep breath as Stan glanced to the side from his conversation with Stacy.

Their eyes met and the smile that moved over Stan’s face made Mike’s legs feel weak.

They both watched as Stan turned to Stacy and said something, her smile dimming a little when he said something but she nodded and waved as he started jogging towards them.

“Hey guys.” He said a little breathless and Mike just wanted to hug him. “Mike I just have to get my chemistry textbook from my locker and we can head out.”

“Uh, yeah. Hello!” Richie called before Mike could respond. “What am I chopped liver?”

Stan rolled his eyes, but his mood didn’t seem to sour in the slightest. “Yeah. Hi, Richie.”

“That’s more like it.” Richie replied, removing his arm from Mike’s shoulder a tossing them a wave. “Alright. You nerds go and enjoy your bird date, I’m going to find my sexy Spaghetti.”

“It’s not a date!” Both Stan and Mike sputtered, and they both looked at each other with their cheeks red.

“So,” Mike started and jerked his head in the direction of the stairs. “Should we go get that text book?”

Soon they were in Mike’s truck, he had meticulously cleaned and vacuumed it out the night before, and headed for the zoo. Stan even commented on the little air freshener Mike had gone out to buy specifically for the trip. Fresh lemon in the shape of a small bluebird that could clip to his air conditioning and Stan loved it which made Mike beam with pride.

When they had parked, got in to the zoo and found the exhibit, Mike’s palms were starting to sweat. As they waiting in line for their ticket to be checked he started wondering if maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It would put Stan on the spot in front of others and what if he really didn’t want to go with Mike like that, 

This was a bad idea. A huge mistake.

They made their way into the area where hundreds of parakeets flew around freely and the way Stan looked as the flew over him was just amazing. He pointed to every different color parakeet he saw, telling Mike why their colors differed and when Mike bought two long popsicle sticks covered in bird seed he thought Stan’s mind was about to explode when a small yellow parakeet landed on his arm to take a nibble.

“This is amazing.” Stan whispered, watching as the bird hopped to his hand so it could start to eat the birdseed on the stick. “Seriously, Mike. Thank you for asking me to come.”

“O-of course.” Mike choked out and they both watched as the bird finished it’s meal and flew back into the branches. “Um, so Stan I wanted to ask you something.”

“Wait.” Stan said suddenly, looking up at him suddenly so serious. “I have to ask you something first.”

“Okay?”

Stan licked his lips, glancing down at the floor before taking a big breath in and letting it out slowly. “So, you probably heard the rumors about Stacy and homecoming.”

Mike’s gut twisted and he started to feel chilled. “Uh, yeah I did.”

“Right.” Stan nodded and then grimaced. “So, I’m sorry if this makes me look like an absolute bastard but you kind of already knew I was one.”

Oh god. Did Stan know? Was Stan rejecting him before Mike could even ask? 

Mike hated that he felt like he was about to cry and when Stan took Mike’s hand in his Mike could feel his eyes start to sting.

“Mike, will you go to homecoming with me?”

Mike blinked. His world came to a screeching halt as his brain had to restart and rewind because he had missed something very important.

“Wait...what?” Mike replied quietly, then started to gain his voice back ashe let his thoughts tumble from his mouth.. “I’m confused. Why are you a bastard for asking me? Why are you asking me and talking about the rumor with Stacy? Did Stacy ask you already? I heard she wasn’t going to ask till Friday.”

Then Stan looked confused as well and he dropped Mike’s hand to gold his arms over his chest, a look that was seriously hot but Mike couldn’t enjoy it right now. He had things to figure out.

“Why would Stacy ask me when she is planning to ask you?”

Mike had no idea why but he suddenly burst out laughing. “What?! Why would she ask me? Bev told me she wanted to ask you.”

Stan shook his head quickly. “Why would she? We only have one class together, you're the varsity football Quarterback and she's the head cheerleader.”

“S-so?!”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Mike, anybody would be nuts not to want to be with you. You’re on the football team, you have amazing grades, you sweet as fuck and you look like some GQ model.”

“What’s GQ?”

Stan waved his hand in the air like he was trying to wave Mike’s question away. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m being a fucking asshole and sniping you from her before she has a chance even though she just trusted me not to tell you when she asked what your favorite cookies were.”

Mike stared wide eyed at Stan quietly, Stan’s face becoming red as a tomato when he realized something and had to look away. “I mean...if you want because...I’d really like to go with you. I really like you.”

Mike couldn’t stop the large grin from spreading on his face and instead of answering, he moved to set his backpack on the ground and opened it up. Carefully he pulled out the hand painted poster, handing it over to Stan, smiling as he unfolded it and read it.

Stan’s face was priceless and he looked up at Mike in shock before it slowly started to turn into a smile.

“You were going to ask me?”

“Yep.”

“So I just betrayed a nice girl when you were going to ask me anyway.”

Mike gave a small shrug. “If it makes you feel any better, I called her a bitch when I saw she made you laugh.”

Stan then started to laugh and Mike couldn’t help it anymore, he pulled Stan to him and held him tightly, happy when Stan held him back.

“Yes,” Mike whispered into the dark brown curls. “I’ll go with you.”

“And I you, Mike.”

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[pettypeer]

Writing Prompt

Person A and Person B have been eneimies for as long as they’ve known each other, but their guardian angels fell in love with one another a long time ago, so they keep on seeing each other EVERYWHERE

[siriuslysenseless]

I have a shit ton of Stenbrough prompts,,, who wants them?? I'm too lazy to write myself 😳

[stellarbisexual]

#24 for reddie???

literally bumping into each other

I took this *super* literally.  Enjoy!

I channeled @speakslowtellmelove for this Richie... and myself for this Eddie. XD

***

Richie tips the styrofoam cup up as high as it’ll go, tapping on its bottom to release the hot cider sediment-y goodness, swallowing it down with a happy hum and hook-shotting the empty cup into the nearest bin.  He’s a little disappointed that Stan and Mike left him doing bumper cars solo so they could smooch while cozied up in front of a plate of funnel cake, but there’s nothing he loves more than the autumn festival, so he can’t be that mad.  

“I work on cars for a living; why wouldn’t I be the driver here?”

His attention’s suddenly grabbed by the couple in front of him: a douchey jock-looking dude who’s almost as tall as Richie and his much shorter, saltier companion, who’s just gone from zero to sixty.  From his profile, Richie can see he’s got fiery hazel eyes and a pretty mouth.

The jock turns to his boyfriend, clearly trying to be cute and make a joke of it.  “Aren’t you supposed to be at least this tall,” he levels a palm a few inches above Short Fuse’s head, “to drive?”  He nudges him playfully with his shoulder, but Short Fuse isn’t having it.

“That’s not fucking funny.  Don’t patronize me.”

“Eddie,” Jock Guy sighs, “you’re taking this way too seriously, babe.”

“Well if it isn’t such a big fucking deal, why won’t you just let me drive?”

It’s a good point, Richie thinks, one for which Jock Douche apparently doesn’t have a response.

Short Fuse–Eddie–shakes his head as they finally approach the conductor at the front of the line.  “You and your bullshit ego can ride alone.  I’m getting my own car.”  He pays for a second ticket and splits from his boyfriend in an admittedly adorable huff.  

Richie seizes on the opportunity, jetting over to the car nudged up right next to Eddie’s and launching himself inside.  He straps himself in and leans on the tiny steering wheel while they wait for the other cars to be filled, Eddie gripping his own wheel with murder in his eyes.  

“Eddie, right?  That was very well handled, that whole situation.  I’m impressed.”

Eddie deflates somewhat, hurt flashing across his features.  “He’s being a dick.”

Richie licks his lips and raises his eyebrows.  “‘Being’?  Orrrrrr…?”

“Undecided.”

“Welp,” Richie drums his fingers on his wheel, “either way, I’m gonna fuck with him.  I’ve made up my mind.”

“…What?”  Eddie turns to him, an amused smile playing at the edges of his mouth.  

“I don’t like the way he was treating you, so…”  Richie purses his lips in mock-consideration.  “I’mma ram his ass into a wall.  Repeatedly.”

Eddie cackles, and it’s so fucking cute, Richie silently vows to himself to try to blow up his boyfriend’s little electric car, even if it isn’t physically possible.  “I don’t even know you.  You definitely don’t have to–”

“Richie.”  He lays a hand over his heart.  “I never play to win, anyway.  If my friend Stan hadn’t abandoned me, I’d be ramming his ass into a wall instead–only in that case, it’d be out of love.  Besides, I’ll help clear the way for you to dominate and prove your boyfriend wrong.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Eddie confesses in a lowered voice, mindful of the other drivers.  “It’s our second date.”

Richie bites his bottom lip, leaning over the wheel even more in a move that he hopes looks seductive instead of like a six-foot-four guy in a toy car.  “Is there gonna be a third date?”

“Doubtful.  I don’t know what happened; he was nice on the first.”

“Sounds like the tagline for a Lifetime movie.  Now I have to ram him into a wall in self-defense.”

Eddie hides another smile, his cheeks flushing.  “Is this your preferred tactic for hitting on random guys at carnivals?”

“Pssh.  I’m not hitting on you.”  Richie leans back in the driver seat, shifting into game mode.  “If I were hitting on you, you’d know.”

Just then, the grid turns on, their cars humming to life and hovering above the floor.

“Get your game face on, Eds.  It’s go time!”  The buzzer goes off, and Richie blows him a kiss as he peels out.

Richie stays true to his word, putting on quite the show, pinning Jockface into a corner almost immediately.

Eddie’s date whips his head around while trying in vain to separate from Richie’s car.  “What the fuck?  Are you serious?!”

“Stop underestimating the vertically challenged!  It’s not cool, bro!”

Across the floor, Richie can hear that now familiar cackle from Eddie again.  

“Get away from me!  What the fuck is your problem?!”

“You’re my problem, my dude–and everyone else’s!”

Pretty soon after that, the Jock is threatening actual bodily harm on Richie, which is his cue to peel out and zip clear across the floor and far away from him.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”  Eddie’s pulled up next to him and breathless with laughter.  

“I’m a man of my word, Eds.”

“Too bad I don’t play so fair,” Eddie teases–right before he slams Richie into the nearest wall.

“OHH!”  Richie clutches his heart.  “BETRAYED!”

Eddie quickly tries to get away from him, but Richie gives chase, tapping his car playfully in a bumper car version of grab-ass.  They continue on like that for the rest of the game, having forgotten nearly everyone else on the floor, including Eddie’s asshole date.  

When the cars go lifeless, the guy storms off in a cloud of testosterone and self-righteousness, and Richie chuckles to himself, fully planning to celebrate with another cup of cider.  Except Eddie’s standing right in front of him when he exits the vehicle.

“Shit, you’re tall,” Eddie laughs, looking up at him as he stretches to full height.  

“Tall with the reflexes of a mongoose.”  Richie does a faux karate move.  “You’re not trying to reconcile with…?”  He looks around for Eddie’s date.  “Guess not.  He’s gone.”

“Good riddance.”  Eddie stuffs his hands in his back pockets.  “Wanna go get a funnel cake?”

Richie smiles wide.  “Am I your date now?”

Eddie spins on his heel, walking ahead of him.  “I wouldn’t go that far.”  Then, he turns over his shoulder.  “Not yet.”

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93 and stanlon!

I don’t normally write Stanlon but for you love....anything. 

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Stan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

When he had come back to Derry-against every fiber in his being-he had only done so because it had been Mike on the other end, pleading for him to return. If it had been Bill, or Richie or who the fuck ever he would have laughed right into the receiver and went back to his puzzle. But no, it had been Mike’s shaky breathing on the other line, his soft voice and broken words that pulled all of those memories from his brain. Memories of a lost summer, of a stolen kiss, of fun and adventure. Memories of happiness. Of love. 

This however, was not what he had expected. 

Mike looked so broken, so pulled thin that his cheeks were sunken in and eyes dull. His time in Derry had obviously taken its toll on his body, that much was obvious. His mind however seemed to have taken the worst of it because when he spoke it was quick, rushed and so desperate that Stan could taste the salty residue that it left in the air. Mike hung onto Bill with desperate fingers that bit into the writers expensive jacket, begging for them all to listen, to understand why he had lied. 

Of Course the trashmouth was having none of it, and it was no surprise that Eddie followed him all the way back to the Inn. Ben and Beverly went god knows where and Bill had decided to think things through alone. Stan couldn’t stand the wide eye look that Mike had, the hurt that was clear as day playing like music from his lips. So when Mike had asked him to go see his research he had agreed because this was still  Mike. 

His Mike. 

The small attic above the library was littered with parchment and books, it was as if a toddler had come in and thrown his things around-no rime or reason to mess that cluttered up the small space. Stan listened to Mike’s rambling, his voice like a string that had been pulled too tight. When he had finished, he was out of breath, collapsing into a chair with utter exhaustion. Silently Stan went and grabbed a glass-keeping the water spots from itching that long forgotten nerve-and poured his host a drink of water. When offered Mike downed it like his thirst couldn’t be satisfied, small streams coming from the corner of his mouth and falling onto his shirt. 

“I-I’m sorry.” Mike whispered to him, rubbing his face. 

“It’s fine.” Stan assured, sitting down beside his friend. 

It was quiet then, a long bout of silence stringing the night along. Stan wanted to ask what had happened to the once put together Mike, to ask just exactly when things began to get so goddamn messy but knew that those questions could never be answered because Derry had a way of sucking the soul from anyone who dared to live in it. Mike had once told him that he had wanted to move to Florida, to live in the sunshine and fun but now he lived in a dark and dingy attic, alone and scared of his own shadow. It hurt Stan, more than he would ever want to admit. His life had been good, successful while Mike had paid the ultimate price for keeping their promise alive. 

“This isn’t who I am.” Mike said in a whisper, making Stan jump in surprise. “All of this-this isn’t who I really am.” 

“I know.” Stan assured. 

“I see the way you look at me.” Mike choked out, his voice quivering under the pressure. “I don’t need your pity.” 

“I know that too.” And he did because the pity wasn’t for Mike, it was for himself, for who he had become. “You’re the reason I came here Mike. I didn’t come here for IT or for Bill or for any of the others. I came here to save you.” 

“I can’t be saved.” Mike muttered, as if his destiny had already been decided. “The only thing that can be saved is those kids. If we do everything right, the kids can be saved.” 

“You’re wrong.” Stan replied sternly, gathering enough courage to trace the back of Mike’s thin hands. It felt so right, their skin touching and it left his heart swollen with guilt. “I’ll save you Mike, I’ll save you from this fucking town, from all of this.” 

Mike sighed, melting into is chair. “We will see.”

[hxnnibxi]

Story prompts

Please leave a number and a ship my inbox

"So....you do this often?" "What, getting thrown into a police cell with a random person I just met? Yeah, all the the time actually."

"The next time you try to turn me on in public, I'm leaving you and never coming back."

"How do I know you're not lying?" "Because I'm in love with you you idiot."

"Are those my pants?" "Yeah. And what about it?"

"Sometimes I think you don't even like me." "You have no idea just how wrong you are."

"I swear to god if you press the doorbell one more time I will call the police."

"Should we tell them?" "How would we? 'Oh hey guys, remember how we used to do nothing but fight? Well, now we're married.' I don't think so."

"Okay, I know I kidnapped your dog but you're cute and I needed a reason to talk to you."

"There's a couples discount. We share a bed but it's 75% off. You wanna go for it?"

"Do I really mean that much to you." "Of course you do, you asshole."

"Because of you whenever I see a [item to be decided] I get horny."

"Wait, are you drunk?" "....no."

"Remember when you were actually fun to be around? God I miss being 3."

"Have I ever told you that you're the most beautiful man/woman I've ever met?" "Yes. Hundreds of times." "Well time to hear it again."

"You are the most disgusting person I've ever met." "You say that as if you wouldn't tap this ass."

"I just wanted to propose to you, I didn't think you'd swallow the ring."

"I don't think you realize how much I love you."

"How long have you been watching?" "Long enough."

"Please don't lie to me. You know I hate it when you lie"

"Do you trust me?" "Yes." "Then kiss me."

"I told you my secret, now you tell me yours." "I don't think you'd like it very much." "Try me."

"I've been in love with you since I was 16." "13." "What?" "13. I've got you beat."

"Don't freak out, but I might have told our friends that we're dating."

"Can you please stop playing Whats New Pussycat on repeat?" "Fine." *plays It's Not Unusual*

"You got a text while you were in the bathroom. What's operation T by the way?"

[sandcrdriesens]

the kissing prompt list and it’s stanlons first kiss in the rain,, haha jk.... unless?

ah, always the intellectual, beth. thank you so much,, haha jk... unless ?

“I’m tellin’ you, it’s the stupidest show to ever exist!” Stan groans, shakin’ his head.

This gains a hearty laugh from Mike, “You’re right, it’s the worst, right next to Riverfail,” he says, makin’ Stanley giggle. ‘N’ what an adorable sight that was.

You see, Mike Hanlon may or may not have had the biggest crush on Stanley Uris since he was thirteen. It’s been seven years, ‘n’ Stan still remains the most important person in his life.

Stan looks up at the grey sky, sensing that it’s aboutta lash rain. “Well fuck, I forgot my jacket.”

Mike starts to take off his coat, but Stan refuses lightly. “Nah, you don’t have t—“

He waves a dismissive hand at Stan, “It’s no bother! You need it more than me,” which was true, as Mike had one of the fluffiest sweaters known to mankind.

All Stan wanted to do durin’ the movie, was to cuddle up beside his best friend ‘n’ kiss him all over!

But that wasn’t possible, ‘cause Mike had many reasons not to be with Stan. An’, let’s face it, Mike is prob’ly the most heterosexual dude alive, right next to the Biggest Het, Ben, at least that’s what Stanley told himself.

“So...” Mike says quietly, bumpin’ their shoulders together ‘by accident’.

”So?” Stan replies teasingly, his eyebrow perkin’ up ‘n’ his heart flutterin’ like a freedom-filled butterfly in the summer, content ‘n’ happy.

“So! What did you think of that movie?” Mike’s eyes have a glistening tint to ‘em, makin’ Stan practically swoon!

Stan softly sighs, “Well, I loved it! But I preferred the book more if I’m honest.”

This time, Stan wasn’t just sayin’ this to impress Mike, since he works at Derry’s Library, but because the book truly was.

The sweater wearin’ boy nods his head in agreement, “Oh yeah, totally. I think it was just like witnessing a gay being repressed. Come to think of it, that’s basically the whole book in a nutshell.”

This remark causes Stan to snort, one that he thinks is ugly ‘n’ horrendous, but unbeknownst to him, he thinks the exact opposite. “Yeah, you're right. I think my favorite—“

Stan’s sentence is cut off by the rain pourin’ down heavily, followed by a lightning streak, which makes both boys jump, Mike protectively bein’ all grabby hands at the curly haired boy.

Stan gulps, audibly so, their faces are so close that if either of ‘em were to lean in, they’d be kissin’.

“Stan can I, uhm,” Mike sighs, “can I ask you a question?” The grip he has on Stan slowly grows tighter, yet even more gentler ‘n’ softer.

Stan nods, his curls bobbin’, “Always.”

”Do you.. do you feel what I feel? Like this connection? Like I think—I think I’m fallin’ in love with you!” He passionately whispers.

Stan moves in to rest their foreheads together, “Oh dove, I’ve been in love with you for seven years, it’s always been you,” he whispers back, with the same passion as Mike once had.

Before they knew it, Mike leans in to kiss Stan, and it’s perfect ‘n’ soft ‘n’ romantic, ‘n’ most of all it’s somethin’ they deserve after seven years of pinin’.

[eddieeatsass]

i saw you're taking requests and if you're cool with this ship maybe some stanlon smut? like where stan is being good for mike and mike is like praising him and yeah

“That’s it, you’re doing so good baby, so good for me.” Mikepraised Stan from his position behind him.

Stan was quivering beneath him, laying with his face pressedto the mattress and his hips high in the air. His arms were reached back tohold himself open like Mike had instructed.

Mike was two fingers deep in Stan, pumping in and out of himat a torturously slow pace. Mike loved stretching Stan open, always reveled inthe noises he could pull from his boyfriend, or the way his thighs would startto shake after a while of teasing.

Mike knew Stan was ready for a third finger, had been for awhile, but he loved dragging this part out for as long as Stan could take it.

“God, so pretty, Stanny.” Mike ran his free hand down Stan’sspine soothingly.

Stan choked on a whimper when Mike hit that delicious spotinside of him, stroking it for only a moment before pulling away.

“Mikeeeee-” Stan started to complain.

“I know baby, I know.” Mike responded by finally slipping athird finger in alongside the others. There was barely any stretch, yet thefeeling had Stan arching his back, moaning at the fullness he felt.

Tears flowed freely from Stan’s eyes, mingling with thedrool he couldn’t be bothered to care about. He was an absolute wreck, fuckedout of his mind, but that’s how Mike liked him.

“Love watching you come apart on my fingers.” Mike mumbledmore to himself than anything.

Stan knew that he needed more to get himself to the edge. Asskilled as Mike’s fingers were, he still hadn’t mastered the art of prostateorgasms. He wanted so desperately to grasp his cock, give it the attention itcraved, pull himself close and closer to release. But he knew he could getbetter if he just held out a bit longer.

The teasing went on for another ten minutes. Ten long minutesof Stan feeling like he was coming apart at the seams, melting down into apuddle of pleasure, no longer human but just a receptacle for Mike’s fingers,his tongue, his cock, whatever he chose that Stan deserved that day.

Just when he started feeling like he couldn’t handle anymore, Mike’s soothing words broke him out of his bubble.

“Ahhh, someone seems ready to cum. Do you want to cum, baby?”

Stan didn’t have the energy to form words, only a choked-outmoan escaped his raw throat. Mike chuckled lightly in response. His strong armfolded around Stan’s body, using it to maneuver Stan on to his back as hisother hand stayed buried inside the ring of muscle. The jostle caused Mike’sfingers to reach spots he hadn’t reached before, causing Stan’s hole to clenchdown around them.

“Can’t believe cupid sent me an actual angel for Valentine’sDay…” Mike said softly, pushing a few stray curls back from Stan’s forehead ashe observed Stan’s softened features.

As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, Mike hastily loweredhimself to be leveled with Stan’s crotch. His fingers, which had stilled whenthey’d flipped over, now resumed their pace.

With a cocky smirk, Mike leaned forward to take the head ofStan’s cock in his mouth. The new feeling was overwhelming, causing Stan tobuck up unintentionally.

Stan looked down at Mike apologetically, lowering his hipsback to the bed and sighing contently when Mike’s arm came to lay over hisabdomen, holding him down securely.

Mike was good with his fingers, but he was even better with his mouth. Soft plump lips,a skilled tongue, and zero gag reflex made for a quick trip straight toeuphoria every time Mike sucked him off.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck-”Stan was quickly getting lost in the combination of Mike’s mouth and hisfingers, moving in tandem to pull him closer and closer to the edge.

Stan let both his hands find purchase on Mike’s head,fingers tangling into the tight black coils and pulling slightly just as heknew Mike liked.

“I’m gonna cum.” Stan warned softly. Mike made a noise ofunderstanding that reverberated through Stan’s cock, causing him to hit hispeak.

Stan went silent, mouth open in a quiet scream, hips erraticallytrying to fight against Mike’s hold. Mike fingered him through his high, swallowinga few times as Stan came down his throat in hot spurts.

When Stan stopped squirming, Mike slowed his fingers to astop and popped off his cock with an accomplished smile. Mike met Stan’s shy gazebefore he quickly threw his arms over his face to hide his growing blush. Stanalways got shy after sex, and it never ceased to make Mike’s heart swell withadoration.

“Such a good boy.” Mike placed a kiss to Stan’s hip bonebefore crawling back up the bed and peeling Stan’s arms away from his face. “Mygood boy.” He added quietly, before leaning into kiss Stan deeply.

[reddiess]

opening prompts again!

send me literally any prompt for any pairing from IT (i'm not willing to write pennywise x anyone though, because no.)

i do have 2 prompts i'm writing right now, but i'm in the mood for it so send me more!

these are my works from the last time if u want something to read:

One more

Eddie Kaspbrak hates germs but maybe for Richie Tozier he can make an exception.

for the prompt: reddie first kiss

Burnin' For You

for the prompt: Where Richie pathetically attempts to get Eddie to wear his jacket without actually saying 'pls wear my jacket u would look so cute'.

[stan_the_man messaged you]

Stanley Uris has an undying crush on Instagram model Bill Denbrough. Which is fine, until Richie Tozier goes and messages him.

for the prompt: stenbrough social media/college au where person A is an instagram model and person B is a fan who has a friend that forces them to follow and comment, and !! person A notices him!!!

Accidental

Richie and Eddie kiss on accident. It's somehow still more than Eddie bargained for.

for the prompt: reddie, where they accidentally kiss and realize they have feelings for each other.

Wrapped around your finger

How the hell is Eddie not supposed to feel jealous, when Richie is going around chatting up every single female that will spare him a glance?

for the prompt: Can you do a reddie fic where Richie is talking to a girl and realizes that Eddie is jealous?

Take this flower

After graduating from high school, Mike Hanlon starts receiving flowers he thought only he knew the meanings of.

[xandertheundead]

Are you accepting Stanlon prompts? We could all use some Stan riding Mike in our lives and I think you’re the one to do it. Please? You write the best smut!

Aw! Thank you so much and I sure can!!

Mike Hanlon was the poster child for the perfect man.

Hell, when Stan had first met him he thought that the whole thing had to be an act.

The perfect smile, the soft low voice, the constant kindness, animal lover, volunteers in his free time with the farm, could grow anything and make an amazing dinner out of it.

Sometimes Stan was still shocked that he, sour face with an equally sour attitude, was able to make Mike his. Be on the receiving end of that beautiful smile every morning and every night before they went to bed. It was honestly surreal sometimes when Stan would think about it.

Though being and now living with Mike had shown Stan that Mike wasn’t all together perfect. He had flaws, he swore when he stubbed his toe, he sang badly in the shower and he always put way too much mustard on his sandwiches. 

But Stan’s favorite non-perfect thing about Mike was when they were in bed and Mike let him mess him up.

“Ah!” Stan gave a warning, reaching behind himself to smack at Mike’s clenched thighs, the man hissing at the swat before groaning and returning his wandering hand to the bedpost. “Keep trying to touch and I’ll make this longer.”

Stan resisted the urge to moan as he rocked his hips a bit, Mike’s cock sliding out of him a little bit before sliding back in wonderfully and goosebumps erupted all over his skin at the pleasure. Stan bit his lip at the picture below him, Mike’s hands wrapped around the bedpost like they were his salvation, his gorgeous arms flexing as they tried to hold on. Mike’s chest was slick with sweat, his deep breathing making it expand beautifully and his face was pinched in that way that told Stan Mike’s resolve was about to snap.

They played this game sometimes.

Stan teasing Mike until he finally burst.

It was amazing to see that gentle lamb turn into the ferocious lion that he really was.

Stan rolled his hips again, shuddering at the deep moan Mike let out, feeling Mike shift his legs but not move his hips which was a no no.

“Oh?” Stan purred, leaning down so he could press a soft kiss to Mike’s parted lips. “Did that feel good?”

The glare he got thrilled Stan, making his gut clench and his hard cock leak.

“You have no right asking that.” Mike hissed, then groaned as Stan started moving his hips again, starting to pant as his orgasm grew closer. Stan stopped again and grinned when Mike growled out fuck. “You are the fucking devil.”

“Now, that’s no way to talk to the man who is literally riding your dick.” Stan joked, moving his hips again, this time unable to stop a soft moan from escaping his lips as Mike’s cock hit the right spot and from the look on Mike’s face they both knew the end was coming.

“Say the magic word.” Stan whispered softly, his eyes tracking Mike’s tongue as the man licked his dry lips from panting so hard.

“Stan,” Mike answered just as softly. “Please.”

Stan didn’t need anymore encouragement, his hand coming down to rest on Mike’s chest and his hips snapping into action, he rode Mike hard. His legs started to burn as pleasure started to build rapidly, the long teasing not only affecting Mike and soon Stan’s moans joined his boyfriend’s. He felt Mike thirst his hips up, the feeling of electricity shooting throughout his body when he could feel Mike so deep. He heard Mike let out that telltale grunt, and Stan gave a few more thrusts before he heard Mike shout, the feeling of his cock pulsating inside him was unbelievable.

“Keep going, baby.”

Stan didn’t need to be told twice and he rocked his hips until he felt that tidal wave wash over him and he came. Both panting, Mike thoroughly marked as Stan’s all over his stomach and chest, Stan groaned as he slipped off of his boyfriend and rolled to lay on his side.

“That was-“ Stan started breathlessly, but couldn’t find the words.

“Intense? Amazing? Sexy as hell?”

“All of the above.”

Mike laughed and Stan watched as Mike got up to get a towel so he could wipe himself off. 

So, Mike wasn’t perfect, but perfect was so fucking overrated.

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I want to try something different tonight, so send me in a Disney song title (from any movie!) and I’ll write a short fic!

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the person you had a one night stand with died. turns out death has a crush on you