Stozier headcanons! (Mostly based off the book and miniseries)
Stan is autistic and his special interest is birds
Richie has ADHD and gets a new hyper fixation all the time, though his longest one is impressions and ventriloquism
Richie and Stan will bird watch together. It started out with Richie spoting Stan sitting alone by a bird fountain and decided to sit with him. Now they sit together about once a week
Most people find Richie rude and annoying but Stan doesn't(well occasionally he's annoying), he understands that Richie doesn't mean how he comes off
Richie will find the dumbest ways to get Stans attention
Despite the fact Richie seems to take nothing seriously he's pretty emotionally intelligent when it comes to Stan. He's the only one who can calm him down fully. Richie will sit with Stan, arm around his shoulder, and ask him to talk about birds until he's OK again
Stan has a pretty unique sense of humour that noone else really gets but Richie will always laugh even though he has no idea what the joke was about
Stan will help Richie practice his impressions/ventriloquism. They will spend hours coming up with ideas to make it better. Stan still obviously teases him though
They like to dance together, sometimes when Stans parents are out they'll take advantage of the houses large kitchen and use it as a dance floor. Richie is surprisingly good at slow dancing
Richie basically ERROR 404s whenever stan holds his hand/kisses him, Stan finds this both hilarious and cute
Sometimes they'll go to the club house by themselves just to be alone with no fear of judgement. Its where they had their first kiss
Richie thinks Stan is the most beautiful person ever (if ben has Bev then I gess Stans my Bev)
Stan loves to run his fingers in Richies hair or gently stroke his back
Stan can't not smile when thinking about Richie, his mum has questioned him about this but he couldn't tell her. Everyone picks up on this because Stan almost never smiles
Stan and Richie have stupid nicknames for eachother. Richies is "dick"(for obvious reasons) and Stans is "bird" which is always said in an Irish accent
They are way more cheesy in private. Stan calls Richie love and it makes his heart melt every time
They read comics together. More specifically Richie reads them in an assortment of voices while Stan rests his head on Richies chest listening and looking at the images
Richie put a ton of time into picking his outfit for Stans bar mitzva, wanting everything to be just right, he never told Stan
They move out of derry together and live happily ever after with no mental issues or homophobic extraterrestrial clowns and get married when it becomes legal the end😊
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kiss me!
fandom: It (mainly the 2017/19 movies even though at my heart i am a miniseries believer)
pairing: reddie
word count: 12k
summary:
The thing that spawned inside of his stomach felt like both an explosion and a pit at the same time, the way that a supernova creates a black hole. He felt like there was one of those just underneath his ribcage as he realized two things in rapid succession.
One: he really wanted to kiss Eddie.
Two: he was, under no circumstances, allowed to kiss Eddie.
OR
five times richie almost kisses eddie and one time... something else happens
Its been 10 million years and i finally wrote a fic! read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45024529
preview under the cut
5 (age 6)
It was the first day of school and a kid was sitting by himself on the bench next to the swing. Which, obviously, made no sense to Richie.
He was at the top of the slide when he noticed, eyes catching him just before he could push himself down. He was small, even compared to Richie who was already short for his age. He looked tidier than any of the other kids, his bright blue shirt crisp and his khaki shorts unwrinkled. Richie’s mom would have loved him, she was always getting on his case about how dirty his clothes were.
The strangest part was that he wasn’t even crying or anything. Khaki-boy’s face was completely blank, unlike any of the other kids who had sobbed at the disappearance of their parents that morning. He could understand that. If he wasn’t so tough he maybe would have shed a tear himself.
It seemed stupid to Richie, as he sped down the hot metal slide. Why would you choose to be bored? Didn’t he have friends to be playing with?
It then occurred to Richie that he might not have friends to play with.
And, well, he wasn’t going to let that happen. His parents always told him that if a kid looked lonely, he should go up and talk to them and make friends. He hadn’t really ever had to make friends, seeing as his mom was friends with Stan’s mom and Bill came as a package deal with Stan once they started preschool. That was still two more friends than this kid seemed to have, which made him the expert. He figured he could probably wing it.
As confidently as he could, he walked up to the kid. He looked up, face scrunched in suspicion, as Richie approached. He held out his hand for a handshake, the polite way his dad always did.
“Do you want to play dinosaurs with me?”
The kid scoffed at him.
“No.”
Richie was incredibly offended.
“What? Why not?” The kid glared at him.
“Because you’re gross,” the kid explained, like Richie was a dumb two year old, “my mom said that all the other kids had nasty diseases and I should stay away from you.”
This was shocking. Richie had never been so slandered in his whole entire life.
“I am not gross!” Richie protested, folding his arms up, “Maybe all the other kids are, but I’m not! Bill and Stan aren’t gross either!”
“Are too,” the kid countered, “I saw you eating glue earlier.”
And, ok, he did eat glue. But he was a scientist! He had to know what it tasted like! For science! He decided then and there he had to get back at him. He couldn’t let this stand!
“Fine,” Richie said, hatching a devious little device, “you’re right. I do have a bunch of diseases. You know what I have? Cooties. And I am going to give them. All. To. You.”
Richie pointed his finger at the kid to emphasize his point. He looked confused but recoiled all the same.
“What are cooties?” The kid asked, sounding like Richie had just served him a huge plate of broccoli.
“I just told you! It’s a disease!” Richie inched closer to him, crowding him into the bench, “Do you wanna know how you get it?”
The kid looked disgusted, but now a little bit scared. He whipped his arm away from where Richie was almost touching it on the bench. Shakily, he nodded.
“Kissing!” Richie threatened gleefully. A look of utmost horror dawned on the kid’s face.
Richie leaned in and the kid screeched before he could even get close.
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