It's drinking night.
The Losers are 15 and they are playing truth or dare. Richie and Eddie are dared to exchange clothes and, while Richie had a growth spurt over the summer and looks like a proud giraffe, Eddie still looks like a 12 year old boy.
Anyway, it's all fun and games for Richie until suddenly it's not.
Prompt: “Don’t think I won’t fight you in the toy aisle for that. I don’t care how old we are.”
Word Count: 440
Requester: Anonymous
“Why are we in a toy store again?” Stan asked looking at a rack of baby dolls.
“Because I need to get some presents for my nieces and nephews. Besides who cares how old you are who doesn’t like toys?” you smiled picking up a laser gun and shooting your boyfriend in the chest a few times.
He looked down at his chest and you shook your head, “Have a little fun.”
You shoved the toy in your boyfriend’s hands and he smiled softly at your childlike wonderment. As you skipped off into the next aisle he set the gun on the shelf and followed right behind.
“Slow down,” Stan chuckled as you practically ran through the store, seemingly on a mission. You were on a mission. You had been playing with all the toys you could find and Stan while laughing with you had not yet joined in on the action.
“Where are you going?” he asked as you slipped down another aisle.
You didn’t answer him instead you looked around until your eyes landed on what you were looking for. You grabbed the toy and tossed it to Stan.
“What’s this?” he looked down at his hand.
“Um, a lightsaber. Duh,” you flicked your wrist causing the lightsaber to extend. You held it, ready for battle, “C’mon. No one can resist a lightsaber battle.”
Stan looked at the lightsaber and you were afraid he was going to put it back but then he looked at you and swung the toy, in one swift motion turning it on.
Your face lit up as the two of you began to dual in store. You were careful not to destroy any of the displays but you did give each other a good whack here and there. Stan went for your leg and you fell to your knees.
“Please have mercy,” you begged.
“Mercy?” Stan asked. “You only brought this on yourself.”
He jabbed you carefully in the chest and you collapsed onto the floor ‘dead’. A few people started to clap and you looked up with a blush. Stan’s own cheeks were rosy as he helped you off the floor.
You took a bow then pulled Stan to another part of the store to actually shop now that you had gotten him to play. You realized you were still clutching your lightsaber, “Oh, we should probably put these back.”
Stan put his arm around your waist, preventing you from turning away, “Maybe we’ll keep these. We can have a little fun at home too.”
“Really?” you lit up.
Stan smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and nodded, “Really.”
I love your writing! Could you possibly write something with Kyle Taylor or Stan Lewis? Where one of them take the reader out on a 4th of July themed date? Thanks :)
Word Count: 999
“Hey, is everything okay?” Stan’s eyebrows furrowed as he caught sight of you and quickly took a seat next to you.
You jumped in surprise that anyone was even at the office today. You had come here to get some work done as a distraction plus you know you’d have the place to yourself since people would be out celebrating the fourth of July or getting ready for RTX.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I just figured I’d get ahead of the curve today and take advantage of the quiet,” you half lied but only half.
“No plans? I mean I just came here to grab my bag since I left it here yesterday. You’re seriously the only one here. I thought your car was only here because you got a ride or something and left it yesterday,” Stan admitted.
“Um,” your voice became softer. You didn’t want it to crack, “It’s actually my first time celebrating without my family. The first holiday without them really. And I know it’s stupid since it's only the fourth but we’d always spend it together doing all those stupid traditions lawn games, eat watermelon, play with sparklers.” You realized you were crying suddenly and sniffed, “Sorry. I miss them you know. I love this job of course but this is my first time really on my own.”
Stan wrapped a warm and comforting arm around you, squeezing you into a tight hug, “Don’t be sorry. If I flew halfway across the country I’d miss them too. You know what. I have an idea. Are you okay here by yourself for a little bit?”
You nodded softly.
“Can I, uh, see your phone?” Stan questioned, sitting up a little.
You raised an eyebrow but pulled your phone from your pocket and handed it over. Stan tapped his phone number in, making sure he added a dog emoji next to his name and passed the phone back.
“That’s in case you need me or want to see pictures of Kevin. I will happily help in any way I can,” Stan smiled at you.
You wiped away a few left over tears, “Thanks. I’ll see you soon?”
“Soon,” Stan nodded before wandering off.
You looked down at your phone and opened a new text, ‘Can I have a picture of Kevin now? This is Y/N btw’
Your phone buzzed shortly after and a picture of a fluffy happy looking dog appeared on your phone. Content, you typed out a quick thanks and went back to work.
You tried to focus the next two hours but you were just so curious as to what Stan was up to. The two of you had chatted from time to time and worked closely in animating but Stan and you had never spent time out of the office together.
Finally, you heard footsteps and lifted your head with a bright smile though it fell quickly when you saw Miles.
“Well, hello to you too,” he laughed.
“Sorry. I just thought you were someone else,” you explained.
“Oh,” he raised an eyebrow, “Do tell?”
“Shove off,” you tossed a pencil at him. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Grabbing my phone because like an idiot I left it here,” he admitted nonchalantly. “And you?”
“Working,” you replied like it was the most obvious thing.
“On a holiday?” Miles shook his head. “You know there is no employee of the month here.”
“Yeah only because I’d win it every month,” you replied with a smirk.
You and Miles chatted a little longer when Stan finally turned back up. You smiled at him.
“Oh. I get it now,” Miles smirked as he looked between the two of you. “I’ll be on my way now.”
“What did he mean by that?” Stan questioned.
“Nothing,” you waved it off then asked excitedly, “So where’d you go?”
Stan laughed softly, “Where is not important. What is the real question.”
“What?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Exactly,” he confirmed and held out a hand for you.
You shrugged and took his hand. Stan led you through a few halls then led you finally to the live action stage.
You gasped as you caught the site before you. Stan had managed to pull out a picnic blanket and loads of pillows. He even got some food fit for the fourth of July. The lighting was dimmed and he had little LEDs around to create the effect of fireflies.
“It's not much but I figured this way you won’t be alone and hopefully it’ll still get you the same feeling. I mean, I know I’m not your family but hopefully, you’ll miss them a little less now.”
Stan looked at you nervously and you didn’t even take a second to hesitate in tackling him with a hug, “This is seriously the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Stan seemed to melt in your arms for a moment before jumping to attention, “Oh, one more thing.” He ran off and the lights dimmed completely before a project hit one of the green screens. You gasped as a fireworks show was displayed in front of you. “What Fourth of July is complete without fireworks.”
You looked to Stan, teary eyed as he took the spot next to you, watching the fireworks.
“This is so sweet but why? We’re barely even friends,” you pointed out.
You couldn’t really tell in the dark but you were sure Stan was blushing, “You’re so kind and hard working and no one should be alone on any holiday.” He paused and added, “Though there are some selfish reasons there. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off your smile since we met and I couldn’t let that be diminished for even a moment if I could help it.”
You had no words of how grateful you were and how sweet Stan was so instead you opted to take his hand in yours before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
Colors by Tritonal feat. Paris Blohm with Stan L. please :)
Word Count: 907
Warnings: Guns, Knives, Slight Violence
Song: Colors but Tritonal ft. Paris Blohm
You leaned down letting the bike gain speed before rounding a corner sharply. You skidded to a sharp halt, almost falling off the bike as you came across a group in the middle of the road.
You ripped off your helmet, “Hey! You asshats want to get out of the road before someone comes along and runs you over. Namely me!”
“Can’t you see we’re busy,” one of the gang members sneered and whipped around, pointing a knife at you. You just smirked. “What are you smiling at, bitch?”
“You’re all such cliches all the time. Didn’t anyone teach you not to bring a knife to a gun fight?” you laughed and drew your weapon, shooting the handle of the knife.
The gang member yelped and jumped back as a few more turned to look what was going on. You aimed at them, “Might want to fucking move or this is going in one of you next time.
They shuffled around, blocking your view of something but made a path. You looked to the path then back at them. You revved your bike but something in your gut told you not to go. Not yet.
You sighed and turned off your vehicle, throwing down the kickstand and climbing off.
"We moved!” one of them shouted at you.
“Clearly but I’m not stupid. What’s going on here?” you asked taking a few steps closer, gun still aimed in their direction. That’s when you heard a moan from behind them. “Petty theft. Really?”
“With your boss taking all the good jobs it’s all we got left,” one of them stepped forward.
You walked straight up to him and pressed the gun to his jaw, “If it weren’t for my boss then you’d all be behind bars. You couldn’t possibly pull off the stuff my crew does. Tell me has anyone here landed a plane on a roof? Hmm? Do any of you own a plane? Flown a plane? How about a helicopter? Escape from police custody on multiple occasions?”
“I- I- No,” he admitted, shaking now.
“That’s what I thought. Now fuck off before I decide to call my boss and get him involved,” you warned.
The group scattered.
You looked to the ground and saw that luckily they had just gotten started. The poor guy only had a busted lip.
“Thanks for that,” he groaned, pushing himself off the ground.
You holstered your gun before grabbed his arm and helped him up. “Well, hey there Muscles Mcgee. Look at those guns,” you commented on his arms. “You didn’t even need me to play knight in shining armor. You could have punched your way out that.”
He blushed and stuttered as he took back his arm softly, obviously trying to hide them but if anything it was just showing off his muscles more. He gave you a nervous laugh, “I- They- I’m not really a fighter.”
“So those are just show muscles,” you poked his arm with a playful smile.
He blushed harder.
“Is that your car?” you pointed to a beat up, green Camino.
“What?” he whipped around. “Oh, no. I walked here. Well, I was walking home from work. They sort of jumped me.”
You tossed him your helmet, “Come on.”
He looked at the helmet in his hands then back up at you. “Oh, no. I can walk the rest of the way.”
You crossed your arms and gave him a look. His eyes widened slightly and he was quick to slip the helmet on. You climbed back on your bike and kicked up the stand before patting the spot behind you.
The guy looked around. For what? You weren’t sure but finally, he jogged over and swung his leg over the back of the bike.
“Hold on,” you called over your shoulder to him.
“What?” he shouted back but as you revved your bike back to life he got the hint and grabbed your waist as you took off down the street.
Three blocks away you hit a red light and he tapped your shoulder.
“What’s up?” you asked as you idled.
“My apartment is actually the other way,” he told you.
“So is mine,” you laughed and started to drive off again before he could ask any more questions.
You finally slowed down again as you arrived at a run-down diner.
As you got off the bike, you took the helmet back from the guy you rescued and placed it safely under the seat of your bike.
“You know I never asked for your name,” you pointed out as you started to lead him inside.
“You did not,” he agreed and you gave him a look. “Stan.”
“Y/N,” you removed one of your gloves and held out a hand for him to shake, “Nice to meet you, Stan.”
“Nice to meet you too,” he took your hand.
You lead him inside and to your usual booth.
“Not that I’m not thankful for you saving me but what are we doing here?” Stan asked as the two of you sat down.
“This place has the best milkshakes in Los Santos and you, my friend, look like you could use one,” you explained.
He stared blankly at you for a moment then seemed to relax, you could have sworn you even saw a smile, “You know what I could.”
You grinned at him knowing this was going to be the start of something beautiful.
“Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?” With Stan please
You tapped your foot as you waited impatiently for Stan to open the door.
As he did his face lit up and your icy exterior almost melted, almost.
“Oh, wow. You look so beautiful,” his eyes gazed over you and you did your best to hold back a blush.
“Don’t even. Don’t think you can get away with this by flattering me,” you crossed your arms.
“W-what I do?” his smile fell.
“You did it again. You called me and texted me through my entire date. He even left me with the check, didn’t even say goodbye. Why? Why do you do this every time?” you demanded. Stan’s eyes instantly averted to the ground. “Well?”
He finally looked back up at you, a deep blush across his cheeks, “I just wanted a chance before someone else swept you off your feet.”
I've seen a lot of stuff with Stan in it recently so I was wondering if you could write something short and sweet with Stan being clumsy around the reader and accidentally drops his drink on them thank you in advance!
“I, um- I’ve never actually eaten here before,” Stan admitted putting his menu down and in the process hitting both your drinks causing them to pour directly into your lap.
Luckily, it was just water but that didn’t stop Stan from going into a frenzy and jumping out of his chair, bumping into a waiter who dropped someone’s dinner onto the floor.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry,” he apologized to you and the waiter. He looked panicked from you to the waiter. He passed you his napkin to help clean up before bending down onto the floor to help pick up spaghetti. You laughed at the scene as you dabbed yourself dry as best you could.
After the wait staff finally shooed Stan back into his seat. He placed his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, “I’m officially the worst date ever.”
You reached across the table to take his hands from his face, holding them on the table and massaging the back of his hands soothingly with your thumb. “Clumsiest? Yes. Worst? Not by a long shot. As far as first dates go so far this is the most entertained I’ve ever been. Besides I like you a lot, Stan. It’s going to take a lot more than spilled drinks to scare me away.”
“Really? You like me?” he questioned sincerely.
You chuckled and gave a soft nod, watching him become more at ease with your simple reassurance.
