omg heyyy. lol. SO. if you follow me, you can obviously see that I am not consistent with posting anything on here <3. and I'm actually not consistent in writing at all but I had the BRIGHTTT Idea of doing NanoWrimo this year...... yeah. So not only am I prepping for NanoWrimo, I've decided to have the bright Idea to write 10k words this month with four fics this month <3. I'm a dumbass. I know. but I feel like it's good practice to get on a good consistent schedule of writing and posting. So here's the goal fr:
Write a fic a week
10k words for the whole month (it's not a lot but a a lot for me lol)
lol that's it.
Anddddd with me posting this on the 9th... That means I'm late! :) so I got a fic to write lol. let's hope I stick to it! IF I DON'T, PRETEND THIS POST DOESN'T EXIST.
Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober19 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!
"It will be fun, trust me."
"Just follow me, I know the area."
"Now? Now you listen to me?"
"I know you didn't ask for this."
"I might just kiss you."
"Yes, I'm aware. Your point?"
"No, and that's final."
"Can you stay?"
"There is a certain taste to it."
"Listen, I can't explain it, you'll have to trust me."
"It's not always like this."
"What if I don't see it?"
"I never knew it could be this way."
"I can't come back."
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"Listen. No, really listen."
"There is just something about them/her/him."
"Secrets? I love secrets."
"Yes, I admit it, you were right."
"You could talk about it, you know?"
"Change is annoyingly difficult."
"We could have a chance."
"You can't give more than yourself."
"Patience... is not something I'm known for."
"I could really eat something."
"You keep me warm."
"Can you wait for me?"
"Enough! I heard enough."
"I'm doing this for you."
"I'm with you, you know that."
"Scared, me?"
This event is open to all fanfiction and original fiction.
Start October the First. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober19. Please state if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom at the top. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.
You observe Light’s face tensing up as he stays incredibly silent, both of you waiting for Misa to show up so that he can explain the next move of the plan. Though, the atmosphere tonight is heavier than usual, your best friend since you two were little kids having only said a mere ‘hi’ to you when you joined him on the street, and you couldn’t help but think that you might have done something wrong.
“Light...” He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, grinding his teeth as soon as he sees your confused expression. “What’s going on?”
“I learned something interesting today.” A flash of anger seems to go through his eyes, making you worry. “You had an offer from L last night, had you not?”
You stare at him blankly, not quite understanding how he learned about that so quickly. But then again, he has known about a lot of things concerning you for the past few months, things no one could have ever known aside from you, so this shouldn’t surprise you.
“Yes.” He seems taken aback by your honesty, but he shouldn’t be, you’ve always been honest with him, haven’t you? “He said he’ll make sure I stay alive if I give him proof that you’re Kira… but I didn’t accept his offer.”
“You didn’t refuse it either.” His frown seems to deepen as he moves his body towards you, the young man towering you with his height. “Do you seriously think you can betray me that easily?”
“What- the hell is your problem?” Your confused expression turns to an annoyed one, taking him by surprise for the second time. “I didn’t accept or refuse the offer because if I did, I would have had to acknowledge that I know you’re Kira, which is something that might have made your plan failed. So instead, I acted as if I didn’t know anything, as if you were innocent and that L was too obsessed for his own good. And now… now you’re accusing me of betraying you?” You shake your head in disbelief before turning away, your feet already taking you somewhere else. “Unbelievable.”
“Wait, (Y/N)-” You stop in your tracks when you feel his fingers grab your right shoulder, slowly turning back to him to see that his expression has faltered into an apologetic one. “I-I’m sorry, I went into conclusions without listening to you-”
“Damn right, you did.” You glare at him for a moment before you give out a sigh, grabbing his hand still on your shoulder and intertwining your fingers with his. “I’m with you, you know that.”
“I know, it’s just…” He closes his eyes for a second, then gives out a small smile. “I just got scared and mad that you were gonna leave me because… well, you’re my best friend. And I don’t think I’ll ever survive a world you’re not in it.”
Your smile stretches out. “Why is everything you say both sweet and terrifying at the same time?”
He gives out a laugh, his free hand approaching your face to push away a few strands of hair from your eyes. “You know, Misa won’t be here for another minute...”
“Hm...” Your smile slowly turns to a smirk. “Are you asking me to help you cheat on your girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend-” You can’t help but let out a laugh at his annoyed expression. “Stop laughing! She’s not, okay? You know I’m just using her.”
“I know, but-” You tiptoed so your lips are a few inches from his. “-if she sees us together like that-”
“I won’t let her kill you.” He puts his forehead against yours, giving you the rare sight of him being open and relax. “No one can take you away from me.”
“See? Sweet and terrifying.” His smile widens at your words, though it’s when you give his lips a quick peck that a bright light seems to pass through his eyes. “Here. That’s all you’ll get for now.”
You free your hands from his and take a step back before he can protest, though he does give you an exaggerated pout until a blond figure suddenly jumps at him.
“Light!” She giggles happily while his expression turns to a very annoyed one, a chuckle getting out of your throat upon seeing him almost choking under the star’s embrace. “I missed you so much!”
“Hello to you too, Misa.”
You’re glad he got distracted by the blond because it gave you the opportunity to send the voice memo you just recorded to a certain detective.
Because between the world and your best friend, you choose the world.
Hello and welcome to my Masterlist for each year I have done fictober! This is just for me to keep track of what I have been writing for fictober, so there will be doubles if you have come from a specific book. There are some fics that aren’t in their own book because I have not written a lot for them, so maybe you can find some hidden gems here! Have fun!
2019
Summary: This year I did a stringed together story of an AU for Danganronpa. All of the days are connected and each day is a chapter!
Here is the post where I link to the AO3 where it is ordered and such!
2020
Summary: This year I tried to branch out a bit and write more have more varied fandoms. There is Star Wars, Danganronpa, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Harry Potter.
Day One: Come Back
Prompt: “no, come back!”
Fandom: SDR2
Pairing: established Hajime x Nagito
Warnings: fluffy!!! Be warned!!
Day Two: The Mechanic
Prompt: “that’s the easiest part”
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Warnings: language
Day Three: Shatter
Prompt: “you did this?”
Fandom: original work
Pairing: eventual Joey x Artemis
Warnings: language
Day Four: To Kiss
Prompt: “that didn’t stop you before”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: established George Weasley x Reader
Warnings: sexual themes/slightly nsfw
Day Five: Training
Prompt: “unacceptable, try again”
Fandom: ATLA
Pairing: eventual Zuko x reader
Warnings: language
Day Six: Gunslinger
Prompt: “that was impressive”
Fandom: JJBA
Pairing: eventual Mista x reader
Warnings: language?
Day Seven: The Mechanic pt2
Prompt: “yes I did, what about it?”
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Warnings: none
Day Eight: Hung Over You
Prompt: “I’m not doing that again.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: George Weasley x reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, language, and slightly nsfw themes
Day Nine: Training pt2
Prompt: “will you look at this?”
Fandom: ATLA
Pairing:eventual Zuko x reader
Warnings: language
Day Ten: Training pt 3
Prompt: “all I ever wanted”
Fandom: ATLA
Pairing: Zuko x reader
Warnings: language
Day Eleven: Pranks
Prompt: “I told you so”
Fandom: ATLA
Pairing: established Sokka x reader
Warnings: language
Day Twelve: Get the Girl
Prompt: “watch me”
Fandom: ATLA
Pairing: eventual Sokka x reader
Warnings: none
Day Thirteen: Miss You
Prompt: “I missed this”
Fandom: ATLA
Pairing: unrequited Sokka x reader
Warnings: ANGST/hurt no comfort
Day Fourteen: Unexpected Reunion
Prompt: “not interested, thank you”
Fandom: ATLA
Pairing: eventual Zuko x reader
Warnings: none
2021
Summary: I am starting this fictober a couple days in and it will be very chillax.
Summary: you’ve always had a crush on him bcs he simply was your type but nothing really happened unitl You & Luka get set up as project mates
Side note: I know that it’s the twelth of october but i just started it, i’ll write some more for fictober but i’ll use the prompts as i see fit bcs i’m just like that so yeah. anyways i hope this makes some kind of sense, its been a long time since i finished something i began writing. okay so i also wanted to write luka because there’s not many fics with him with an “x reader” tag. okay talk over, enjoy the story babes!!!!
"Hey."
I turned around in my seat and smiled. "Hi, Luka."
"So... how'd you wanna do this?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Do what?" Luka shared an amused smile. "Oh!" I face-palm. "The project! Right." I picked up the notebook with my notes from my desk and slammed it on his desk. Then I rotated it in his direction. "This is how we're going to do it."
"Wow, you've really thought this through already."
I rest my face on my hand and smirk. "It's no coincidence that I ace my presentations."
"I guess I'm lucky then."
"More than you think." I straighten my back. "Okay, no funny business tho. You fuck up and I'll make you suffer all the way to June. Take a picture of them notes so you have a copy and have a slight idea of what's going on."
He puts up a half-amused smile, "this ain't my first rodeo."
"But it's your first bullfight, so keep up." He laughed and I bit my lip. I might've gone overboard.
"I'll do my best," he assured in a soft voice. Holy shit. He's so mellow. As soon as I was sure he had a picture of my notes, I took his phone. I entered into his contacts and added my number then dialed myself.
I show him the screen of my phone. "Now we have each other's numbers." He smiled before I turned around just in time for the teacher to get in.
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I was watching dessert recipes on YouTube when I received a message from Luka. The popup appeared from an Unknown number which reminded me that I forgot to add him to my contacts.
"hey"
"hi"
"what's up?"
"i went through ur notes"
"yeah?"
"they're amazing, aren't they"
"u made those in class"
"how???"
"they're too good"
You sent an image:
Unknown sent an image:
"anyhow"
"i wanted to know when you want to get the project finished"
"i thought that you'd want to finish it asap"
"u look like you have a busy schedule"
"i'm free whenever, really"
"but i don't want to finish it in one go"
"so we'll spend a couple of days on it"
"if u dont mind that is"
"btw you give me too much credit"
"right"
"it's fine, yeah"
"more time to clown around"
Unknown sent an image:
"> AUDIO (laughter)"
"IM DYING"
"WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY"
"i took clown courses in my childhood"
"where's the diploma huh?"
"wait, lemme look"
"wait"
"ur serious???"
"photo(clown certificate)"
"I CAN'T BREATHE"
"clown code: never joke about being a clown"
"AND HERE I WAS"
"THINKING YOU WERE THE COOLEST GUY AT SCHOOL"
"BUT ALL THIS TIME YOU WERE JUST A CLOWN"
"I WAS SO FOOLISH"
"ur now officially added to my contacts as clown boy 🤡"
"coolest guy huh? ;)"
"don't let it get to your head, clown boy"
"as much as i'd love to know about your clown career, i have to go make dinner"
"we'll talk more about it at school"
"don't vanish on me"
"i'll snap my fingers into Thanos' ass if i have to"
"right 😂"
At dinner, I couldn't stop thinking about Luka. We might've never talked much to each other but I always had the hots for him. He was just my type: tall, supposedly long hair for a boy, dyed hair, punk-like feel and especially (these just get me going) those black gauges in his ears. Anyways, I'd lie if I said I never got distracted in class because of the smell of his cologne.
"Thank you for dinner, [Y/N]," said my mom after she cleaned the table.
"Don't forget to do the dishes, love."
"Yes, Dad," I chuckled.
"We're off to bed, then. Goodnight, [Y/N]."
"Goodnight, mum. Goodnight, dad."
That night, I fell asleep thinking about how nice that chat conversation with Luka was.
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I groaned loudly when I got into class. I ran because I was late for geography. When I got to class, the lack of a teacher at the desk made me want to kill myself. My classmates were scattered around the classroom in groups, as usual when a teacher was absent. Done with life, I walk to my desk, drop my backpack and accommodate my face on the desk. Suddenly, somebody is standing next to me. But I really just wanted some sleep so my first intention was to ignore whomever until well, it's self-explanatory.
"Looks like someone spent all night thinking about me."
"What!?" I see Luka. Now fully energized and heart pumping, I stutter: "No, no. What are you even saying?"
He laughs and takes a seat on the vacant spot in front of me. He rests his arms on my desk. "I'm just messing with you, wanted to see the reaction I'd get out of you. I wasn't expecting to fully wake you up." He smiles broadly and I stare into his eyes.
Have you ever met that person, no matter who they are, their eyes are so enthralling that you just can't help but keep staring at them? These kinds of eyes just have something... Something I'm unable to describe. And when I stare at them, they're so glossy and shiny.
"I think you'd look amazing if you wore eyeliner."
"Huh?" Half of his face moves upwards in sync. "That's very random."
"I mean, yeah." I look away, fidget with my bracelet and then look back. "I just thought it'd bring your eyes out even more."
"Ooh," he exhales knowingly. "Because they're blue, right?"
I knit my eyebrows together. "No," I say offended. Had this boy never realized how nice his eyes are?
"Why then?" He asks and nods his head onto his arms.
"Well," I lick my lips, "I don't know." I shrug "It's not because of the color, which is beautiful just so you know." I caress my arm and try very hard to maintain eye contact, occasionally looking away. "Your eyes, I don't know, they just have something."
He smiles at my words, "look who's talking."
"Not a clown, that's for sure." He groans in a boyish way and it melts my insides so warm I almost let it show.
"You won't let it go, won’t you?" He lays defeated on my desk, arms sprawled.
"You did that to yourself." He hummed in a way that seemed a mixture of displeasure and annoyance. His long hair was sprawled in every direction of my desk. I could tell that he washed his hair either last night or this morning —it smelled so nice. Luka smelled really nice and I couldn't help but bite my lip to restrain myself from sniffing him all over like I was some kind of dog-bred. I started playing with his hair and it was so much softer than I expected it to be, it was dyed after all. He let a pleasurable groan slip through.
"Does this bother you?"
Luka abruptly opened his eyes and forced my head to rest on the desk as well. With very soft caresses he ran his hand through my locks and I understood what it was that he intended.
"What about you?"
I stared into his eyes for a moment and closed them, then resumed playing with his hair as he did the same. We were so close, I could hear his silent breathes. I wondered if this could be considered as cuddling. Honestly? I didn't care because I was enjoying it.
"Hey, guys, look at [Y/N] and Luka."
"Woah, when did that happen."
"Never thought [Y/N] liked that type of guy."
"You're kidding, right? Luka's definitely her type."
We spent the rest of the hour like that. Somewhere in between, the rest of the class noticed us but, frankly, we paid them no mind. But it made me anxious. Not because of what they said but about what Luka might've thought about it.
"I kind of like this," he whimpers softly as if scared he'd break whatever we had going on.
I agree with him softly, just as scared to ruin the mood.
When the bell rang, we hesitantly broke apart. Luka returned to his assigned seat behind me and then class started. The moments the teacher repeated subjects the class already went through, Luka played with the ends of my hair.
After the school bell rang for the last time that day, Luka approached me. He asked if I wanted to start on the project today. Luka was so cute while he asked. He didn't do anything particularly cute but the way he looked when he leaned on the wall had sent me flying. Obviously, I said that it was a good idea. Not desperately, of course, even though I wanted to grab him and steal him away. I kept my cool.
"What time?"
He grimaced to hide a grin. "I was hoping, like, right now?"
"Uh, well... On any other particular month, I'd agree and take you to my house. But we're getting reformations done so it's a very big mess."
"We can go to my place." He states like it's a universal fact.
"But all my shit's at home, and I'd want to empty my backpack, grab some money, etcetera."
"Okay, I get it. I can take you home and we'll head right over to mine?"
Even though I might pass out any moment out of pure embarrassment, I cross my arms in an 'X' in front of his face.
"No way that's happening, clown boy."
"What? Why?" He frowns.
"No way in hell I'm letting you drive me on your motorbike."
A small laugh escapes his lips. "You've never been on a motorcycle?"
I act displeased.
Luka laughs with a hand on his stomach. "You haven't!" I scowl and his laughter subdues. He waves his hands in front of him and apologizes for laughing. "I'll be careful, just for you." He assures.
"Even if I agreed... I doubt you'd have a second helmet. And we all know that police officer which has an obsession for the law."
"I got us covered on that one, I have two."
I stare at him. "You had this all planned out, didn't you?"
"No," he grins, "it just happens to be that I usually pick my sister up from her school."
"Oh, so she's gonna have to walk all the way back to your house. We can't let her do that, can we?" No matter how much I crush on Luka, anything that can get me out of sitting on that devil's contraption, I'd go with.
"I said 'usually', didn't I?" I can feel his smirk soaking right through me but in a much more softer tone he said "it'll be fun," and smiles "trust me."
It was his goddamn smile that convinced me to agree.
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"I never knew you could live in a boat."
I looked around the main deck and, for some reason, I felt very lightweight and free.
"You don't like it?"
"The contrary, I love it!" I smile at him, "it adds to your charm."
Luka smiles back, "thanks."
Both of us walked inside the boat. I took everything all at once. You rarely get the chance to be inside a boat-home. But the most surprising thing was that it was stable —at least more than I thought.
"My room's the one at the end. Get yourself comfy —I'll be right there."
I bite the inside of my cheek. "Okay."
Once I get into his room, I relax and take a look around. I leave my backpack by the door and head straight for the most valuable thing to me in his room. Luka had one of the nicest guitar stands available on which laid the most basic electric guitar ever... but since looks can deceive, I pick it up.
I make myself comfortable on his bed along with Luka's guitar and a guitar pick I snatched from the wall. Without thinking twice, I started to play. It didn't matter to me that I hadn't plugged the guitar into an amplifier, this particular tab didn't need the magic of electricity. I suppose I should have asked first if I could play but it's too late now-
"That's 'Lonely Day', right?"
"Ah! Shit! Sorry!" I stood up hastily, the guitar pick went flying to the floor and I placed the guitar back where it was supposed to be. I turn to him to apologize, "I should've asked-."
Luka walks past me, grabs the guitar by its fretboard and puts the strap around himself. He shuffles around me and I was too confused to realize what he was doing. Then he hands me the guitar fully-tuned-connected-to-an-amplifier guitar. He lifts it by the fretboard again and hands it over to me as if telling me to take it. I stare into his eyes and do exactly that.
At that moment, we didn't need any words as I accepted his silent offer. I strum dumbly and then start fidgeting with the knobs on his amplifier. I bite my lip, it doesn't have as many options as mine and it's smaller than the one I have at home but I managed to get the right sound.
I started playing a song that I had played countless times and felt very confident. This moment was about impressing Luka and I was determined to blow him away. But the moment I started playing, I couldn't keep up the cool-girl act and grinned as I played around the room.
"Wow," he said amazed after I finished. "I never knew you played guitar, let alone that well."
"I'm amazing, I know," I wink.
"What did you play?"
"You don't recognize it!?" I gasp loudly. I put my hands over my heart. "Oh, my heart! It hurts! I have never been so hurt before!"
He holds back an embarrassed smile. "Guilty as charged."
"It's Crowd Chant, by Satriani," an exaggerated sad smile adorns my lips.
"Oh, right! The guy from 'Surfing with the Alien'!"
"Yes, that one! I love him, he's my idol!"
"He's good."
"Good? He's a GOD." I pout at him. "Your idol is Jagged Stone, that's why you have so little appreciation for him."
"Right."
I playfully punch him. "Just kidding."
"I thought I was supposed to be the clown around here."
I laugh very loud at that. "Yes! I will - haha - leave - ha - the rest to you."
During the week we were making the project we had gotten really close and we kept hanging out at each other's houses even when the project was long ago finished. I met his very cool mum, and his sister, who is physically exactly like him but both of them don't seem to admit it. And he met my small family too.
"I keep telling you! You do look alike! Genetics is no joke."
"I agree with [Y/N]!" Juleka's friend said one day over dinner. I can't remember what her name was but I always thought there was more than 'friends' between her and Juleka.
"We do not look alike; you both must be very blind," Luka jokes and I pinch him very hard. "Ow! Stop!" He pinches back.
"No! Luka! That was payback for yesterday!" He stuck his tongue out at me and I growl. "You're very mean."
He shrugs, "whatever you say, [Y/N]."
"Oh, 'whatever I say' it is, is it?" I crossed my arms and pondered without breaking my staring contest with Luka. "So if I said you're ugly, you'd agree?"
He smirked, "sure." I felt how triumph tasted and literally a second later I tasted defeat. "But it won't affect the fact that my eyes have 'something'."
I became a blushing mess and everyone at the table stared at us.
"So..." Juleka started, unsure. "Does that mean that [Y/N] confessed first?"
Juleka's blonde friend nodded, "I knew it!"
"I'm happy for the both of you," Mrs. Couffaine cheered with a very sweet smile.
There was a problem with their cheers which made Luka and me quite uncomfortable. It was wrong. Nothing had happened between us.
"It's...! It's not like that!" I attempt to defend ourselves and turn to Luka. "That's not what that was, right, Luka?"
He was looking in the opposite direction, scratching his crimson red neck. "I mean..."
I hide my face in my hands. "Oh my God, I want to kill myself."
"You know what? We will leave you both to work out whatever misunderstanding there might be, okay?" And with no answer, all three of them left.
"Let's go outside." With no warning, Luka took me by the hand and guided me to the main deck. It was chilly outside and I shivered but kept it to myself. "Here." Luka handed me his jacket.
"Thanks," I smile and put it on. It still smells like his cologne.
"About what Juleka said..." He avoided my gaze by looking into the river. "I might've told her that I like you," he turns to me and takes my hands, "a lot." Luka squeezes my hands out of nervousness. "The way you and I understand each other, without any words, just the music is enough. I feel like we're connected through it like we are the power-chords to any rock song."
My heart was melting, I always knew deep down that Luka's a very sweet romantic and he was killing me with his cuteness. I never knew you could look cute and hot during a confession. "Luka, I-"
"Remember when we sang 'Anything better than you'?"
"Yeah."
I recalled the memory. At the end of the song, when the part that goes "I can sing anything sweeter than you" our lips were so close... I couldn't stop thinking about it before I fell asleep every night.
"I wanted to kiss you so badly, but I just couldn't do it." Luka pulled me in and we were as close as that other time, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. "Until now."
Luka kissed me and I kissed back. We kissed each other so desperately and I ran my hand through his hair. Fuck, how I loved the softness of his hair. We break apart for a kiss and stare at each other's eyes, dumbfounded. We kiss again except this time it wasn't as desperate. It was softer, a kiss only Luka could make amazing. Luka had thin lips but made up for it with the way he kissed. I wanted to kiss him more, I wanted more from Luka so I kissed him harsher. Then he broke apart the kiss, clearly taken aback from it.
My heart stopped, "I... I'm sorry-!" He cut me off by kissing me harsher than I did and I loved every second of his harshness. I began feeling his neck, his back, his chest and pushed myself closer to him as every second that passed it became hotter.
We broke the make-out apart. Our flushed faces appreciated the cool night breeze. We keep wrapped around each other. "I think we should get back inside."
I listened to his pounding heart through his chest. "Not yet, clown boy."
prompt number: 20 - “you could talk about it, you know?”
fandom: it (stan uris x reader)
rating: e for everyone
warnings: uhhh no
word count: 1.4k
a/n: boy do i love stanley uris.
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you ran your fingers lazily through the curls of the boy who was currently resting contently with his head in your lap. he hummed quietly as you did, a faint smile teasing the corners his lips. your other hand was entwined with his, resting at your side.
it was somewhere near midnight, and you were absolutely exhausted, but right then, none of that mattered. all you cared about in that moment was making sure that stanley uris felt safe, and loved, and happy.
~a while earlier~
you'd woken up from a peaceful sleep to a furious storm thrashing outside your house- rain crashed down on your roof, and from what you could see through your bedroom window, it wasn't stopping anytime soon.
as soon as you'd woken up, you knew that there was already a slim chance of you getting back to sleep. throw a thunderstorm into the mix? now, there was just no hope for you.
you let out a weary sigh, turning over in your bed so that you were facing away from your window. however unlikely your goal, there would be no harm in at least attempting to get some sleep. you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping for the best.
much to your distaste, the storm continued to rage on outside your window. you silently begged your ears to tune it out, but soon gave up, figuring it was no use. wait- was that the storm?
you'd thought you heard a knocking sound on your window. you looked behind you, in the direction of the window, waiting to hear it again. when the sound didn't return, you figured it was just your imagination, and laid back down.
knock knock.
there it was again! you propped yourself up on your elbows, squinting through the darkness and towards your window. "better not be that damn clown," you mumbled before throwing your covers aside and standing up.
you crept slowly through the dark, half of you expecting to see the bug-eyed face of pennywise the dancing clown staring back at you. however, once you did reach your window, you were met with a different surprise.
when stan saw you, his face lit up. he was positively drenched, and it was hard to see him through the downpour, but you could spot those curls from a mile away.
you opened your window, completely ignoring the vicious weather. "stan? hold on- go to the back door, i'll be there in a second,"
he nodded, and you closed your window. you worked briskly to mop up the puddle that had collected under the window, using some clothes that had been discarded on your bedroom floor.
then, as quickly and quietly as you could, you slunk out of your room, and down the hallway to your kitchen. after a moment of rummaging in one of the drawers, you found a flashlight. you turned it on, just to check that it was working, and then turned it back off. hurriedly, you tiptoed through your house, and finally opened the back door.
you shone your flashlight directly into your friends face, causing his hand to fly up. "hey!"
"sorry, stanny," you said, pointing it down a bit. "i didn't know you were standing there." you turned off the flashlight and motioned for him to come in.
"but i'll get water all over your-"
"relax, stan," you smiled, pulling him in by his arm. "i'll make up some excuse to tell my parents,"
the boy followed you as you returned the flashlight to its drawer before heading back to your bedroom.
once you closed your door, turned your bedroom light on, and got stan a blanket. you thrust it toward him, waiting for him to reach out and take it.
he shook his head, accidentally sending water flying. "i'll get it wet!" he pushed the blanket away, but you forced your hand back.
"but it'll get you dry!" you dropped the blanket in his arms, turning around and walking away from him. he wrapped himself in the blanket, however begrudgingly, as you flopped down on your bed.
you watched him carefully. you thought his eyes looked a bit red, but under your dim bedroom light, combined with the fact that he was already soaking wet from the rain, you couldn't tell if he's been crying or not. what you could see, though, was his facial expression. he looked sad as hell, and scared, for that matter.
"you could talk about it, you know?" you said softly, throwing him a smile. he looked up from the ground to meet your gaze. now you could clearly see the tears streaming from his eyes.
"it was awful," his voice shook as he spoke. "it was a nightmare. i was in the neibolt house- alone- and the door of the room i was in slammed closed behind me. it felt so real," you gestured for him to come sit next to you on your bed. "no, i'll get water all over your-"
"stanley uris, no one fucking cares about a tiny little wet spot! i wouldn't mind it, i promise! i just want you to sit next to me!" he looked surprised, but complied. "keep going,"
"i, um-" he coughed a little bit, looking down. "it wasn't the lady from the painting." you made a face. that portrait was the signature thing pennywise used for stan. there was a special thing it used to torture all of you, and for stan, it was the painting. why would it switch up on him, but not on any of you?
"then what was it?" you asked, your brows knitting themselves together. "why would it change? do you think it changed for anyone els-"
"it was you." stan said quickly, looking down at his feet. you tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out. you? it was you?
you took a deep breath, taking another shot at speaking. "stan, i don't-"
"it's because i love you, okay?" he had finally decided to look at you again, but your eyes were glazing over quickly. he loved-? no, no, that couldn't be right.
you let out an awkward laugh, rubbing your eyes with your fingers. "sorry, stanny, i guess i'm still half asleep or something. i thought you said you-"
"i love you." he said again, more clearly. he straightened his spine so that he was sitting entirely upright. he was a lot more audacious with it this time, adding a little nod at the end. now there was no denying it- you'd heard correctly. you wanted to respond, but your brain had frozen. you couldn't think of anything; stan's word replayed over and over again in your brain, obstructing your train of thought.
"you don't have to say anything, i know you don't like me back," he muttered, after a while, looking away from you.
no! no! you did, you did, you did! of course you liked stan! you loved stan! you'd loved him since the two of you were little kids! you loved stanley uris with every fiber in your being, and you wanted to scream it from the hilltops! despite your very passionate feelings on the issue, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't make a single sound.
you reached out and grabbed his hand, in a desperate attempt to communicate. he looked back at you, confused. you continued to try to talk, but, once again, nothing was coming out.
“okay, this is getting sort of old,” you thought, rolling your eyes internally. “fine then. don't talk,” you were done fighting with yourself. besides, you'd found a work around. you closed your eyes, and started to lean in.
all at once, your lips were pressed on his, the tips of your noses rubbing together as you tried to navigate the kiss. when the two of you finally broke apart, stan's cheeks were flushed.
"i love you too, stan," you mumbled, grinning widely as you allowed your head to come to rest on his shoulder.
you weren't really sure what had happened after that, but somehow, the two of you ended in the position you were in now: his head laying in your lap, your fingers laced through his curls.
the room was silent, but the air was not tense or awkward. it was more of a tranquil, relaxed quiet than a silence; just two soft presences, enjoying one another's company.
"stan?" you said quietly. no reply came. you grinned at him, watching lovingly as he breathed. he'd finally gotten to sleep, and so far, as far as you could tell, wasn't heading for nightmares.
you stared at him as he slept, overwhelmed with the joys of the night. "you have my heart, stanley uris," you whispered into the darkness.
"i know," he replied, startling you. so he wasn't asleep! he smiled lightly towards you, his eyes still closed. "and you have mine,"
