❝︎ 𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 . ❞︎ ━︎━︎ 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

『︎𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉』︎

Ship; stozier

Smut and fluff

By Lil_Lizard_Leah on Ao3

For the first time since Stan developed feelings for his best friend, Richie was finally single on Valentine's Day, and Stan was fully planning on taking advantage of it. He invited Richie on a camping trip, just wanting one night where he could pretend, but Richie had different plans.

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When it came to the list of things Richie wanted to be doing on Valentine's Day, Stan knew camping was not high up on the register. Richie was a city boy through and through, but he was also a loyal friend, so when Stan suggested they go camping for the weekend, Richie had gone along with it.

They were both single, after all, and it's not like they didn't hang out every other day of the year... so why should Valentine's Day be any different?

Well, as far as Richie was concerned, it wasn't. But Stan may have been indulging in his yearning just a little bit. For the first time since Stan developed feelings for his best friend, Richie was finally single on Valentine's Day, and Stan was going to take advantage of it. So sue him if he wanted to pretend for one night that things were different.

But the truth still stood that Richie knew nothing of Stan's pining, and nothing about camping, which made the trip a little tricky. They'd gone camping a few times when they'd been kids, tagging along with Stan's parents who had done most of the handy work. All Richie and Stan had worried about was how toasted to make their marshmallows in pursuit of the perfect smore.

But now Richie was standing before him, gazing between the crumpled tent on the ground, and Stan's awaiting expression, clear confusion boggling his mind.

"You gonna help or am I doing this all on my own?" Stan asked with light laughter.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..." Richie drawled, unsure of how to proceed. "I mean yeah, of course, I just don't quite... know... how."

Richie picked up one of the objects sitting atop the tarp-like material. He jumped back when what started as a small bundle of sticks suddenly snapped out into a series of rods.

"Careful Rich! I didn't plan on losing an eye today. We don't have the medical equipment for that." Stan warned, making sure to keep an ease to his tone so Richie knew he was teasing.

Richie nodded earnestly, taking more precaution as he began to snap the sticks into one long rod.

Stan knew what he was doing well enough to not need instructions, but Richie's every move was a gamble between helping, or causing the whole tent to deflate. Stan finally took pity on him and assigned Richie the easy task of getting their blow up mattress out of the car, figuring it would be easier to finish the tent without Richie's helping hands.

Their tent was generously sized, large enough for a twin person air mattress, and then a little extra room for their cooler and bags. Stan assured Richie that there were no bears in the area, so it was safe to sleep with their food alongside them, but Richie was still hesitant. He soothed himself by insisting that Stan sleep on the side closest to the cooler. If a bear attacked, it would be Stanley's job to keep Richie safe. Stan's heart fluttered a bit at the trust Richie instilled in him, no matter how hypothetical, or how unlikely he'd be to actually win a fight against a bear. Stan chose to keep both of those hypotheticals to himself and let Richie think him brave.