Things that Remi has in his bag: - pencils and a fountain pen -
penknife - paints and brushes, Emilia’s stuff he gathers by mistake when in hurry (he’s often in hurry :)) - notebook with very important notes - lemon candies and a lot of wrappers xD - conkers he found somewhere - letters - car key - Whiskey’s toy (Whiskey’s his cat, it always drops something into his bag) - books: dictionary, textbooks and something he likes (probably poetry) - notes, student’s works and most likely some of Emilia’s sketches (probably chewed by Whiskey at some point…)
Request → “Can i have a Stan, Richie with a s/o that wears their hoodies/shirts and they just think that it’s so adorable?”
→ I wasnt sure if you meant both stan and richie w the same s/o, so i wrote both separately just incase. drop another req if that is what u asked for though, sorry!!
Pairing → Stan Uris x Reader, Richie Tozier x Reader
Warnings → neh? a little bit ft. smoking book richie
“My hairs still wet! And
“It’ll dry. It’s still
better than you catching a cold”
You felt guilty as you
shrugged on Stan’s hoodie. He looked away as did so, smiling to himself at the
fact that you had said ‘swimmers’.
The soft cotton was warm.
He wasn’t getting this sweater back, but Stan already knew that. He rolled his
eyes, trying to fight that smile, as you shot him a goofy grin and a “Thanks”.
It smelled floral, like
Grandmas or fancy perfumed bookstores. He was a little taller than you, and it
fell a little longer than it should’ve. Stan smiled to himself the whole bike
ride home, letting you pedal in front of him just to see you wearing it.
It made him feel a little
more… Secure? He couldn’t quite place it. But seeing you wearing something that
belonged to him, and you doing that so happily on your part, kind of reaffirmed
everything between the two of you. Was he being selfish for thinking like that?
You returned it to him
months later, after numerous laundry cycles left it smelling like your detergent
and not his. (Was that creepy? No. Was it?) Stan appreciated it though, asking
himself that same question.
It wasn’t long before all
the Losers were hanging out again, messing around in the park, and you managed
to snag another one. You had made some excuse about it being late, and getting
cool. Stan rolled his eyes at you, but you saw the quirk at the ends of his
You wondered if his
parents ever thought it was strange, or if they even noticed that a jacket
would disappear for weeks on end, and then be returned as another one did the
You wondered if your
parents noticed. You shrugged it off, tugging the hoodie closed by the
drawstrings. Stan sat beside you on the park bench, shoulder against yours.’Maybe he should stop this before it grew into a bad habit’ he thought. But then
dually ignored himself.