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lack back and touch yourself for hanzier pls. i will name my first born child after u
Early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting shapes against the white walls of Mike and Richie’s little apartment.
It was their first day waking up in their new little home. The pair was sleeping on a small mattress on the floor, moving boxes stacked in castles around them.
Mike stretched his arms above his head, his back cracking from a night of uncomfortably curling into Richie just to fit on to their makeshift bed.
Richie’s eyes blinked open at Mike’s movements, watching his boyfriend with exhaustion and glee.
“Mmm morning.” Richie tried, his voice small and rough with sleep.
Mike curled back into Richie, discomfort be damned.
“How’d you sleep?” Mike asked, petting back some of Richie’s unruly curls from his eyes.
“Like a man who slept on a twin mattress with his boyfriend on the floor all night.” Richie responded, letting his eyes drift back shut while he spoke.
“Yeah, a new mattress is top priority. Also maybe a bed frame, if we’re feeling wild.”
Richie cocked a small smile, keeping his eyes shut and letting the warmth of Mike’s body nearly lull him back to sleep.
“You want coffee?” Mike whispered, bringing Richie back from the cusp of slumber.
Mike was the morning person in their relationship, always had been and always would be. But thankfully over time, Mike began learning exactly what Richie needed in the mornings. Even though Mike wasn’t a coffee drinker, he’d always brew Richie a pot and bring him a steaming cup in bed, where Richie would slowly sip his mug while Mike curled up and read beside him.
“Do you even know what box the coffee maker is in?” Richie asked, peeking his eyes back open.
Mike looked over all of the boxes that laid around them, his demeanor falling.
“I do not.” He admitted sadly.
“Then back to sleep.” Richie announced, pulling the blankets up further over his chest.
“Baby, we’ve got things to do today.” Mike said, attempting to coax Richie out from under the covers. When he didn’t budge, Mike got an idea.
“Fine then, you sleep as much as you want. I’ll just be here.”
Mike slipped his hand under the waistband of his pajama pants, beginning to put his plan into action. He fondled himself slowly, building up a warmth that soon turned into a stiffness in his pants.
Just when Richie’s breaths were starting to slow, indicating he was slipping back into sleep, Mike let out a small noise.
Richie’s eyes popped open, widening as he found the source of the sound.
“What are you doing?” Richie asked, sounding much more awake than he had a few minutes ago.
“Don’t worry. Go back to sleep, love.” Mike offered, letting his bare chest puff up as his hand kept a steady rhythm.
“Not fair.” Richie pouted, throwing the covers off his body. “I’m awake now, let me help.”
“Nu-uh, you wanted to sleep. Now I’m having me time.” Mike tormented, a sly smirk on his face.
Richie stared at his boyfriend incredulously, his own pants stirring as he watched the movement under Mike’s.
“Well now I’m horny.” Richie tried again, hoping to sway Mike.
“Then lay back and touch yourself.”
Richie’s mouth fell open, his cheeks taking on a blush that highlighted his freckles.
“Are you serious?” He stumbled out.
“Yeah. If you’re horny, then go ahead and take care of it.” Mike challenged.
“Fine.” Richie gritted out, determined to make Mike regret his choice. He’d make Mike beg to let him touch him.
Richie kicked off his boxers, leaving him nude since it was all he’d slept in. His cock was already weeping, riled up from the view he was getting.
Mike followed suit, pulling his own pajama pants and boxers down his legs and letting them pool at his ankles.
The two stared at each other until Richie grasped his cock and began stroking.
Soon the empty room was echoing with the sounds of their effort, moans bounced off the wall and grunts reverberated through the floor.
Mike’s eyes had long ago glued themselves to Richie’s cock, watching as he pulled thin strings of pre-cum out of himself. Mike’s own hand had sped up at the visual, his resolve dwindling fast.
As beautiful as it was to watch Richie touch himself, Mike’s fingers itched to hold him. What had started as a challenge had now turned into torture, and by the look on Richie’s face, he knew it too.
“You know, if you’re getting tired, you can go back to sleep.” Richie goaded, his stomach muscles visibly tightening as he presumably approached his peak.
“I’m fine. Never tired. Could do this all day.” Mike shot back through shallow huffs. He noticed Richie’s body beginning to twitch, a salacious smile accompanying his next thought.
“You getting close?”
Richie grunted in response, squeezing his eyes shut. He was about to grit out a response when his orgasm hit, wracking his body with tiny convulsions and leaving a trail of cum painting his chest.
Mike’s own release came as he watched Richie come apart. He stroked himself through his high, squeezing every last drop out of himself, coating his hand in it.
When he came back to, he noticed that Richie was laughing. Looking over he saw Richie peering down at his chest and shaking his head.
“Well that was a new way to wake up.” Richie finished, his laugh petering of as he let his head fall back to his pillow.
“As fun as that idea was at the beginning, I regretted it immediately.” Mike admitted. “Not touching you is the worst I’ve ever played myself.”
Richie grinned, turning to face Mike and scrunching his nose up in disgust as he accidentally smeared cum on their sheets.
“Well, do you want to touch me now?” Richie joked, wiggling his body closer to Mike’s.
“Get away from me, creamsicle.”
“Come on, you know you want a taste. I’m such an interesting flavor.” Richie continued trying to squeeze his wet torso into Mike’s until Mike rolled off the mattress, falling in a heap to the floor.
“I think this is defeat.” Mike muttered, his face pressed to the floor.
“What do you say we shower and then we can search for the coffee maker?” Richie suggested, standing up and stepping over Mike’s body.
“Do you know what box we packed the towels in?” Mike asked, pushing himself up from the floor.
“… I do not.”
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Dangerous Woman!
This is for an AU I’m super excited for that I’m working on with @reddies-spaghetti (with help from @lili-back-from-the-dead and @tinyarmedtrex)
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beverly, pt 2
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Stozier; it’s like marmite. You love it or you hate it.
I love reddie and stenbrough but here’s why I fucking ADORE stozier, strap yourselves in
- they’re literally childhood best friends, they met when they were super young and are around each other 24/7
- they’re polar opposites but that’s what makes them perfect
- richie would literally kick anyone’s ass that tries to make fun of stan
- and honestly, stan would do the same
- Stan keeps richie in line
- richie gets stan to loosen up
- their fiery tempers cause a lot of sexual tension, frustration ensues
- Stan hates hugs and cuddling, but for some reason he lets richie do it?
- richie hates having people in his house because of his parents but his mother actually knows Stan’s name and Wentworth actually tries with stan
- out of all the losers club couples they are the angstiest just try and fight me on this
- stan has seen richie at his WORST, like hysterical sobbing and screaming
- richie has seen stan at his LOWEST, because Stan’s mental health is something no one but richie knows about
- They would follow each other to the end of the goddamn earth (because richie wants to annoy stan forever and stan needs to make sure richie doesn’t end up hurting himself over something dumb)
- their banter is so savage and everyone is so shocked they don’t actually get upset over it
- but if someone else insults the other person they square up
- ‘Only I can say belittling and down right mean shit to him, how dare you!’
- their fights are explosive but they last like 2 minutes
- he’ll never admit it, but seeing richie blush is Stan’s favourite thing in the world
- Stan is a smooth talker and gets richie flustered sometimes in the most annoying places and Richie hates the shit eating smirk on Stan’s face
- their first kiss was during an argument because richie is a jealous little shit and hates stan being around bill so much
- Stan kisses him to shut him the fuck up (and also because he’s been wanting to do it for years)
- To calm him down stan holds Richie’s hand behind their backs and rubs his thumb over his knuckles
- Stan gets panic attacks a lot and Richie knows that he just has to tell him to breath and to make sure he’s not touching him (claustrophobia is a bitch) before he can calm down
- RICHIE WAS THE ONLY FUCKING LOSER TO GO TO STANS BAR MITZVAH OKAY NOT EVEN BILL WENT SO YEAH EXPLAIN THAT TO ME.
- They’re the most stubborn boys on gods green earth and will never admit they love each other and just kiss and hook up as ‘friends’ because it’s easier
- It’s also a good way for stan to take out his anger and richie loves it??
- But one night richie has a bad night at home and stan literally spends HOURS worshipping him to make him see that he’s loved
- Richie was a mess afterwards and even cried, but stan held him so close and stroked his hair and cried with him as they fell asleep together
- Stan attends every one of Richie’s band gigs even though he hates crowds and loud music because he lives for seeing the look of pure joy on that boy’s face when he’s on stage
- Richie goes bird watching with stan even though he can’t sit still and asks dumb questions throughout their time together
- Richie sang ‘ever fallen in love’ by the buzzcocks one night and stared at stan the entire time and stan literally had a panic attack and ran out because oh shit he really is in love with this fucking idiot SHIT
- Their first real ‘I love yous’ are outside stans house at 3am in the pouring rain and richie can’t see because he’s glasses are soaked and stan is shivering because hes only wearing a thin jumper but richie still kisses him like Stan’s air and honestly stan just melts
- THEY ARE SOULMATES. *Wyatt Oleff voice* FIGHT ME, FIGHT ME
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The cutest boy in Derry
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Ben/Mike H moodboard, and if you need something more specific... their occupations. Or something even more specific, their bedroom decor.
here ya go babe
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kinda angsty Bev & Ben HCs
Random stuff that popped into my head that I wanted to share with all of you!
• Ben has always been the most patient person Bev knows.
• As adults, after reuniting and going home together, Ben gives her all of the space that she needs.
• A month into their new arrangements, she starts climbing into his bed at night. At first it’s because of her nightmares, then it’s because she can’t be away from him during the night.
• Things escalate, and during the night they’re soft and they’re intimate. Nobody ever touched her the way that Ben does.
• But she cant commit to anything. She can’t commit to him.
• Ben doesn’t push anything. He wants to go at her pace and for over a year that’s how things go.
• It isn’t easy to see their friends so happy and in love when he cant scream how much he loves Bev from the rooftop like he wants to.
• He’s not even allowed to tell Bev that he loves her.
• He did once, and she didn’t take it well.
• ‘please don’t say you love me, Ben. I can’t say it back’
• Ben liked to hope that maybe Bev loved her back but just couldn’t say it yet, but the voice in the back of his head told him that he would forever be her chubby friend who would pick up the pieces whenever she needed him to.
• After his confession, Bev stops coming to his bed at night.
• She even stops their casual affection during the day.
• Her nightmares quickly come back with a vengeance and it’s not like Ben can stay in his own bed and listen to her screaming in her sleep.
• When he wakes her from her nightmares and slips into her bed to hold her, she thanks him and listens to his breathing until she falls asleep again.
• One night, during this time, he wants to put her mind at ease.
• “I understand, Bev. You don’t love me, and you’re never going to. I can live with that, but I can’t live without you so please, please don’t pull away from me.”
• She’s in shock. To hear Ben say out loud that she’ll never love him feels like a smack in the face even though he didn’t mean anything bad by it.
• Of course she loves him, and she finally feels ready to admit it to herself and to Ben.
• “I love you, Ben. I love you more than anything.”
• “Wait, What?”
• “You heard me, Ben Handsome. I love you.”
• They quickly get to work making up for all of the time they lost.
• She can’t believe how lucky she is to have her very own angel sent from heaven just for her.
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paris! stanlon au!
> met at an american university in paris
> got together during their second year
> moved in together after college
> decided to open a cafe in central paris after their 4 year anniversary
> they struggled at first, obviously it’s hard building a business from the ground up
> they got through it and it only made them closer
> on their 5 year anniversary mike took stan on the best date he’d even been on
> they went to their favourite restaurant and bought a bottle of champagne and watched the sun set over the river
> after mike drove them to a park a little out of the city with a view of the whole of paris
> they had a picnic and wine and a big blanket which they watched the stars under
> as the sun rose and lit up stan’s golden curls mike got down on one knee and presented a ring, inscribed with the words ‘Forever, my Lamb’
> stan, crying at this point, let out a small chuckle and got down on his knee, pulling out a ring inscribed with ‘Always, my Dove’
> the two dumbasses just know eachother too well, and kiss as the sun lit up their city
—> Paris Stanlon requested by @howdyhanscom
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Got any hcs on our precious Stan the man? :)
STAN MY MAN we love him!!!! i sat on this for so long, because im terrible but let me praise Stanley Uris for a moment.
First of all, Stan is the Best person to go when you’re in trouble or need advice in general. Stan’s comforting in the best way, but he also won’t sugar coat it for you. Stan will tell you what you need to hear, and it will be truthful, but never brutal. He respects the way you’re feeling, but he’s not going to let you make the situation worse by babying you.
STAN IS KING OF DARES. He will do anything you ever dare him to do, with a straight face and somehow little to no repercussions but even more than that… he’s KING of giving dares. Utterly ruthless, holds nothing back. The only person who’s ever gotten Richie Tozier to back down from a dare.
Stan is a secret TV drama stan, he’s obsessed with it. Anything that’s a crime show or a hospital show- especially CSI or Law & Order - he watches regularly, has seen every episode, and has genuinely mourned the characters. Only Mike knows this, and Stan silently suffers whenever Ben or Eddie talk about Greys Anatomy and he has too much pride to admit he’s seen it.
Stanley Uris is useless in English. His spelling is awful, his handwriting/printing is absolutely terrible and he’s read maybe one book in five years.
He and Richie once went to a “peaceful” protest over school budget cuts, and ended up getting detained because Stan punched somebody who was making fun of Richie.
He once broke into Bill Denbroughs bedroom while he slept, and stole all his socks. He then broke into Richie’s locker and put them there. He even had Richie convinced that Richie had stolen them.
Stan used to be afraid of cats because his grandmother had one who scratched him when he was little, but he and Patty get a cat when they’re engaged and Stan instantly falls in love with them.
Stan’s 80s celebrity crush was Michael J Fox.
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hey. some good ol ben + stan with " i love hearing you moan " if that's okay. thanks!
(STANSCOM!!! Listen, I’m not gonna lie, I am petrified of writing for this ship because I just… fear not doing these boys justice. Their relationships, platonic or otherwise, is so wholesome and I want to do right by them. So I hope this was okay.)
The office Christmas party is not where Ben Hanscom expected his first sexual experience with a man to happen. Admittedly, up until a few months ago, he didn’t expect to ever have a first sexual experience with a guy, or a second, or a third, or so on. It wasn’t until he met a particular coworker that he started to consider the fact that he might not be as straight as he once thought.
Stanley Uris, the man in question, walked into Ben’s office that day and unknowingly changed his world. Now, said man was sitting in his lap in their boss’ office during their company’s holiday bash, grinding his plush little behind into Ben’s groin and causing salacious sounds definitely too lewd for an office.
Thankfully Ben was the only one with access to this floor of the building, leaving them virtually undetectable to the party goers below them. It also meant that they could technically be as loud as they wanted and reap no repercussions, but Ben, always the precautious one, was still biting back every noise Stan ground out of him.
Ben couldn’t believe he was even in this situation. Twenty minutes ago they’d been downstairs, politely sipping their drinks as they made small talk with their other coworkers. Fifteen minutes ago, Stan had been asking Ben if they could sneak off somewhere, since the party was a bore. Ten minutes ago, Ben was sneaking them into the off-bounds area of the building, unaware of Stan’s intentions for their alone time.
“God you’re hot.” Stan mumbled, loosening Ben’s tie.
Ben let out a sudden laugh, not used to such blatant compliments. He interrupted the laugh with a clear of his throat, red tinting his cheeks.
“Sorry, uh, I’m not… Y-you are too. Hot, I mean. Like, really fucking hot. Like ‘what are you doing with me’ kinda hot.” Ben rambled, the heat of Stan’s stare melting him into a puddle on the spot.
Stan’s hands traveled up from his tie and wove into the hair at the nape of Ben’s neck. He was in need of a haircut, his hair longer than he usually let it get, but with Stan’s fingers scratching at his scalp he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Ben,” Stan started honestly. “You are one of the most handsome guys I’ve ever met. The first day I walked into the office and saw you sitting there, I thought I’d accidentally walked on to the set of a movie. I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with you, honestly. I figured you had to be taken, or worse, straight.”
Ben smiled at the irony of that comment.
“But then I met you and, wow, I mean… you’re kind.” Stan began pressing kisses down Ben’s jaw. “Open.” A kiss to his neck. “Honest.” One to his collarbone. “Empathetic.” His chest. “And you’re witty.” Stan finished, raising his head. “Not many people can make me laugh, but you never fail to.”
Ben’s heart was beating so quick he thought it might break through his skin just to get closer to Stan. Never had anyone talked about him the way Stan had described him. He felt like he was floating above his own body, watching everything happen from an on-looker’s perspective. It felt surreal.
“I kinda gotta confess something.” Ben said, his throat constricting around heavy words. Stan stayed still, gaze encouraging.
“I’ve, uh, never been with a guy before.” Ben cast his eyes down, hoping that his confession didn’t change anything, but feeling it necessary to admit.
“Am I an experiment to you?” Stan asked, his tone calm and non-accusing.
Ben’s head snapped up immediately, eyes boring into Stan’s exploring ones.
“No! No, not at all. This- it may be new to me, but it’s not an experiment. It’s real.”
Stan nodded slowly before letting his thin lips split into a smile.
“Then I don’t mind if you don’t.”
Relief flooded Ben’s chest, spreading into all of his limbs and releasing the tension from all of his muscles. He finally let himself touch Stan for the first time since they’d sat down, letting his hands settle at the curve of his hips.
“Besides, it’s always more fun with a newbie.” Stan teased, leaning in and catching Ben’s lips in another kiss.
This time, as their tempo started back up, Ben didn’t restrain himself. He let his hands explore, let his hips rock into Stan’s, let his noises ring out a little louder than previously.
“I love hearing you moan.” Stan hummed into Ben’s mouth.
Ben responded with a buck of his hips, feeling the warmth and firmness of Stan’s cock straining against his own.
Stan’s body was so different from everyone else he’d ever been with. He could feel the slight chafe on his neck from Stan’s incoming stubble, his torso didn’t curve in at the waist where Ben held him, his hands were bigger as they cupped Ben’s growth through his pants.
“Hnnng- fuck.” Ben cursed, the feeling too euphoric to hold back.
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.” Stan chuckled, palming Ben’s stiff cock. “I like it.”
Ben was seconds away from toppling over the edge, the grinding had been enough, but now the addition of Stan’s warm hand, massaging his nerves right to their tipping point, it was too much.
Ben crashed over the edge with a drawn out groan, cum smearing all over the confines of his pants. Stan’s hand continued to guide him through it, a comforting voice encouraging him to let everything go.
His orgasm rushed through him so forcefully it left him panting, his legs quivering under Stan’s body. Through heaving breaths, Ben surged forward, hands grasping at either side of Stan’s face and pulling him close as he slotted their lips together.
The kiss began heated; passionate and feverish and full of the things Ben couldn’t find the words to say. But gradually, it eased into something more light, more tender. When they detached, neither pulled away, instead leaning their foreheads together and sharing their breath.
Ben couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off his face, and Stan observed him with thoughtful elation.
“Can I take you on a date?” Stan asked suddenly.
Ben’s smile grew wider, butterflies hitting the walls of his stomach.
“Yeah.” Ben agreed bashfully.
“Good, let’s go then.” Stan said, grabbing Ben’s hand as he bounced off his lap.
“Wh-what, right now?” Ben stumbled out of the chair, shaking legs protesting the movement.
“What, are you busy?” Stan asked teasingly.
Ben looked down at himself, a wet spot prominent on his pants, then looked to the clock on the wall, reading 12:28 am. He wanted nothing more than to go home, clean himself off, and get into bed.
But then he looked back at Stan, who was beaming from head to toe, awaiting Ben’s answer with eagerness and hope.
Okay, maybe there was one thing he wanted more.
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can you maybe do a hc for richie and mike's first kiss because hanzier is a gift and I love those boys
yes yes i love hanzier
they’re 15 here
-so richie and mike have been dating for a few weeks now-and mikes been trying to work up the courage to kiss richie-one night they’re at mike’s family’s farm-no one else is home but them-so mike set up a picnic for them on the grass-they eat sandwiches and chips and cookies and veggies for dinner-mike keeps telling richie how beautiful he is-and richie is blushing the whole time, and tells mike how he’s adorable and the best-they lay down on the blanket and look at the stars together, just talking about whatever-richie has his head on mikes chest and mikes arm is around richie’s waist as richie hugs onto him -they stay like that until it starts to get cold and they decide to go inside-richie stands up first and helps mike up-mike decides to just go for it because holy shit does richie look cute with his hair messy from laying down and his cheeks pink-so mike leans down a little and presses a gentle kiss to richie’s lips-richie is shocked but closes his eyes and kisses back almost immediately-since mike is a lot taller than rich, richie stands on his tip toes to reach his boyfriend-mike keeps his hands on richie’s waist and richie keeps his arms around mikes neck-mike pulls away first leaving richie speechless-he smirks because he managed to make the trashmouth quiet-and then picks richie up and carries him inside to cuddle on the couch and watch ghostbusters
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Just a quick clean up of this picture. Because I can never turn down a request for Bichie smooches. Been trying to practice a shading style that better fits my open-lined inking style. but alas, I got bored and didn’t shade the clothes.
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A moodboard for every thought - No Worse Than This
Once Stan sets foot to Mike’s farm, it starts to rain. Can this be the heavens weeping? He asks himself. Maybe he shouldn’t have called Mike those names. And maybe Mike shouldn’t have been kissing that girl in the first place, just so he would explode in jealousy. But then, he remembered afterwards, that Mike was never his to be jealous of. So yeah, Stanley Uris is now on Michael Hanlon’s door, with his heart on his sleeve and his clothes completely soaked. The thing is, Mike is outside too, he shouldn’t be and the only reachable shelter is a cabin.
The perfect opportunity for an apology, right?
Wrong.
If things were already terrible, Stan thought yet again, it can’t get worse than this.
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'Shit i sent that to the wrong person i like you too' Stanlon
Stan sits at his desk, number two pencil tapping rhythmically against the edge of his textbook as he eyes scan uselessly over the text. He’s just about down with his homework, only a few more problems to solve, but he finds his mind repeatedly wandering away from calculus. He’s already stepped away from his desk multiple times and done multiple laps around his house, including bathroom breaks and snack breaks.
Each time, thoughts of Mike occupy his mind. The way he smiles, the way he smells, the way his arms feel wrapped around him in a bear hug. Stan’s been infatuated with Mike ever since they first went into high school, and his feelings have only deepened over the years. But he never went for it, mostly out of fear that Mike would not reciprocate. Stan would never be able to handle that kind of rejection.
An apple and a bottle of water in hand, Stan heads back up to his bedroom and over to his desk. He sits down and immediately notices a text notification on his phone. Picking it up, he opens it up and nearly drops it back to the table at the words printed across his screen.
It’s a message from Mike and all the notification shows him is the beginning, stating “I’m in love with Stan…” It’s a frantic scramble to calm his shaking hands long enough to open the message up in its entirety.
“I don’t even know what to do when he’s around. I get nervous and sweaty and my hands feel like they’ll never stop shaking. But when he’s away, I feel like I can’t breathe. He is so beautiful but he doesn’t even realize it. His laugh is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard and when he smiles, it lights up the whole room. I am so painfully in love with Stan and I always will be and I just don’t know what to do.”
Stan sits at his desk, dumbfounded as his jaw hangs open in disbelief. How could this be real? There’s no way that Mike is talking about him and yet, he states it twice in one message. Almost immediately following, his phone pings with another message.
“Ummm, that wasn’t meant for you, Stan.” Another ping. “Maybe we can just forget this happened?”
Finally, Stan manages to still his hands long enough to type out a short reply, “Did you mean it?”
“Every word.”
“Then come over.”
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Gothic! Losers Series
[ 1 ] Kasplon as Witches
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Stanlon -ADOPT A PET!!
“Stan, look at this one!” Mike held up another yipping puppy, who immediately tried to lick his face. Stan pulled back as Mike cradled the dog, telling him what a good boy he was and how sweet his little face was.
“Maybe something smaller?” Stan said, glancing at the info card. “It says he’ll be way over 100 pounds.”
“Hear that! You’re going to be so big! That’s so exciting!” Mike told the dog, putting him back down. “Okay, what about one of them?” He pointed to the next pen of puppies. The woman sitting in the pen handed him one and it started to gnaw on his shirt. “He’s feisty, like someone else I know.” Mike said, smiling at Stan before turning his attention to the dog and asking him to stop. The puppy didn’t listen.
Stan shook his head again. “Too much energy.”
Mike played with the puppy for a little longer, ruffling it’s hair and nuzzling it, then gave him back. “You pick one.” He said, “I love all of them.”
Stan sighed, looking around. He knew he was being difficult. He had agreed to come and look at dogs. Mike had wanted to get one for years, since they had bought their house, but Stan always made an excuse. But finally, for Mike’s birthday, he had agreed. But now, seeing all the dogs, all he could think about was pee in their carpet and torn up shoes. He didn’t find puppy breath nearly as endearing as Mike.
Mike, sensing, his hesitation, slid a hand into Stan’s. “We can leave.” He offered.
Stan shook his head. “You want a dog.”
Mike nodded. “I do, but you don’t. We’re a team, we have to both want this.”
If Stan could have he would have fallen even more deeply in love with Mike at that moment. He knew that if he said he wanted to leave they would and that Mike wouldn’t resent it at all. That was enough of a motivation for him to shake his head again. “Let’s keep looking.”
They wound their way around the space, Mike making eyes at every dog they passed and the pit in Stan’s stomach growing until, finally, one dog caught his eye. It was sleeping and opened a lazy eye to look at him. “Mike.” He said, squeezing his hand.
“Do you want to hold her?” The breeder asked and Stan nodded, accepting the ball of fluff. She looked him over and propped a chin on Stan’s shoulder. Behind him he heard Mike laugh. “What?” He asked, petting her back.
“Akita,” Mike said, reading the card. “Known for being similar to cats in temperament.” he smiled at Stan, petting under the dog’s chin. “Sounds like the dog for you.”
Stan looked from Mike to the puppy in his arms and nodded. “I think you’re right.”
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