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xvi. define self-indulgence

self-in·dul·gence
/ˈˌself ənˈdəljəns/

noun
me writing this oneshot

Teen!Stan x Teen!Fem!Tozier!Reader (I'm just gonna leave this here,,,)

As any hangout with the Losers' Club would begin, you were all gathered to grab snacks before heading out to the quarry. This time, you met up at Eddie's house to raid the pantries.

Richie was rummaging through the cabinets only to stumble across Eddie's meds. "Hey, Eddie, these your birth control pills?" he teased.

"Yeah, and I'm saving it for your sister," Eddie retorted, heading over to close the cabinet. "This is private stuff."

He's been hanging out with my brother too much, you thought to yourself. You were just coming out of the bathroom when you overheard the conversation. "Speak of the devil and she shall appear," you said. Walking past Eddie, you flicked his forehead.

Bold of him to make a lewd joke about you when he knew you were a few rooms over. You and your brother were usually in that role, so, naturally, you stole and modified one of the club's infamous lines in response. "Beep beep, Kaspbrak— don't even try me."

Stan's eyes then lit up as they met yours, that familiar feeling settling in his stomach. The two of you had been dating in secret, keeping your relationship separated from the Losers' Club— mainly to avoid ridicule and Richie's overprotective brotherly instinct. However, after Eddie's comment, you figured you'd pull a prank on all of them.

You smiled at Stan with the reserved, heartwarming grin that was only meant for him, striding up to him to wrap your arms around his neck. "Hey, babe," you greeted sweetly.

You received the soft, routine "Hey, babylove," like he immediately forgot that the rest of the club was there at the sound of your voice. His hands landed gingerly on your hips. He'd normally be extremely cautious of exposing your relationship, but those thoughts slipped his mind this time upon seeing your beautiful smile.

Everyone's jaws were hanging open as you leaned in to press a light kiss to his lips. "I missed you," you murmured. One of your hands wandered to the curls at the nape of his neck, your fingers trailing through the locks, while the other moved to cradle his jaw. Stan subconsciously leaned into your hold.

"Hey, (Y/N), quick question," Richie sputtered, trying too hard to remain composed. You blankly looked over at your brother. He couldn't. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"