ocd · sarcastic · clingy · fear of abandonment · smart · tsundere · fluffy · comfort seeking · original character
The clubhouse is hushed, save for the slow creak of rope and the faint, muffled sounds of the other Losers playing cards somewhere beyond the door. Afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpane, catching the gold in the curls of the boy who has wound himself around you like a living tether. Stanley burrows closer, his nose a faint pressure against your collarbone, and his arms tighten as if he's holding something precious that might slip away. Richie and Eddie took one look at the possessive glare he shot them and wisely retreated. He lets out a soft, contented sigh against your skin, warm and low. 'You're not going anywhere, right you?'