he uses scrunchies s o much he (almost) always has one nd his favorite one is one that looks like his cat, skittles, that he found at claire's

when he can't find one he just puts it up in a bun w a pen

oh i am in love,, thank you for these wonderful thoughts !

i am 1000% certain that he has the scrunchies organized; he’s stylish, so they’re in little boxes by rainbow order. and i’ve been notified by my nephew that middle school boys wear their gf’s scrunchies on their wrists, so it is now Canon that eddie wears one of richie’s.

(hot pirate richie with a bun in a low cut shirt covered in blood for halloween yeah yeah)

also ! his hair in a bun with a pencil or pen,, hot english major vibes. maybe arts. personally, i believe that he would be a teacher because he loves kids and is a literature/art nerd. so… yeah, college richie with ink and paint smudged on his face, graphite on his palms, and eddie going absolutely feral for his nerdy bf.

Richie taps the end of his pencil on his desk, glancing at the clock as he realizes he has about thirty minutes left of class. Richie tunes out the teacher as he doodles horribly in his notebook. Richie sighs, resting his chin against his hand as his eyes wander back over to Stan.

Richie is so lost in awe, captivated by how beautiful Stan is. He loves how the natural sunlight from the windows makes Stan’s curls glow like a halo above his head. Richie has convinced himself that Stan is his angel on earth; he doesn’t know what he’d do without Stan.

Stan leans back in his chair, stretching slightly as his own eyes scan over the room. He goes to take a quick glance at Richie, only for him to catch the other’s gaze, locking eyes for what feels like years.

Stan blushes brightly, snapping himself back to reality as he goes back to quickly scribbling notes. Stan’s heart starts hammering away at his chest, the beating so intense as butterflies swarm around his stomach.

He likes Richie, he likes Richie a lot. He loves his stupid humor and awful jokes. He loves when he makes Richie laugh, adoring his snorts and squeals. He loves the way their hands brush against one another as they reach for the same snacks or clothes - even the remote.

And in those moments, Stan wishes they could last forever. That’s how he knows he’s deeply in love.

c: i love your blog

e: you’re nice

- aww thank you! ditto! <33