request: "a wyatt fic please where he plays baseball and reader plays softball in the same school and they steal each others jerseys all the time and everyone including their coaches think theyre dating but theyre just besties until one day that changes thank you!!"
I made this a stanley fic because I don't write about the cast. The fics on my page of the cast are written by my friend and she's going to rewrite them into character form. Hope you enjoy either way!
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You clenched your softball bat tighter as you looked out onto the field. The scoreboard showed that it was all tied up, and there were teammates on all bases. Even if you couldn't get a home run, you just needed to get to first base as time ran down.
You hit the home base with your bat twice and brought it up in a hitting position. You watched as the pitcher wound up and released the ball.
Strike one.
You moved your arms to get looser and not focus on how well you needed to do. The pitcher wound up again and threw it underhand. You moved your softball bat forward, and the aluminium material met with the softball to fling it through the air.
You threw your bat to the ground and took off running while keeping an eye on the ball. You passed the first base and saw the ball fly over the fence. While you could've slowed down and walked the rest of the way, the adrenaline kicked in, causing you to speed up.
In only a couple of seconds, your team engulfed you in a group hug and bombarded you with words of praise. You took in all of the compliments and quickly took off in search for Stanley in the crowd.
You caught a glimpse of curly blond hair and before you can go look for him, you felt his arms snake around your waist from behind. He twirled you around until you twisted in his arms to face him.
"I'm so proud of you." Stanley gushed as he pulled you into a hug.
Once you pull back you see your softball away jersey.
You tug on the shoulder material, "This is theft."
"Pretty sure you gave it to me," Stan commented with his arms still laying on your waist.
"Okay, lovebirds break it up. I wanna hug too." Richie pulled you away from Stan and into him.
You rolled your eyes as you were used to Richie constantly trying to get you to tell him that you and Stan were together. You wished you could tell him what he wanted but it didn't seem to be in your favor yet.
You were oblivious as to how Stan's eyes lit up when you entered a room and how he always insisted on greeting you first. It seemed like second nature now to sit on his lap when there weren't any open seats and whisper comments in his ear to make him laugh.
God his laugh was music to your ears.
After pulling back from Richie's arms you went over to your rightful place next to Stanley.
"Party at my house!" One of your teammates yelled in the middle of the field.
"After I change can you drive me?" You looked up at Stan.
He gave you a small nod along with a smile. You went into the locker rooms and went to take a quick rinse-off shower. Afterwards, you pulled out Stanley's home baseball jersey and loosely tucked it into a skirt.
"I see you're still denying you like him." You teammate commented while changing.
"And I see you're still poking your nose in other people's business." You fired back while gathering up your items.
You didn't want other people's opinions on yours and Stanley's relationship. You worried that if too many people commented that they thought you were together then he would be repulsed by the idea of you.
"My god, could you have taken any longer?" Stanley teased as you got into his truck.
"You don't want me to stink up your truck do you?"
"I don't think a shower fixed that."
You playfully laughed and hit his shoulder in retaliation. Your brain glazed over and didn't take in the slight blush that spread across his cheeks when he saw you in his jersey. You simply thought that he had got too much sun that evening watching your game.
Songs on the radio softy played in the background as you looked out the window and admired the small town scenery of Derry. Occasionally you would hear Stanley either mumble along with the song or softly sing. After a while of trying to find parking on the crowded street and finally deciding to park at the park then walking, you had made it to the party.
People started to shout your name as soon as you passed through the threshold. A wave of people pulled you away from Stanley and straight onto the dance floor. Stanley went to go get you a drink since you knew that though you were somewhat of a people person you could get overwhelmed easily.
When he came back to the living room where the makeshift dance floor was, he found you swaying to the music and admired how carefree you looked. Of course, Richie had to find Stan staring at you and make fun of him.
"Oh don't worry a lot of good is going to happen tonight." Richie winked at Stan and made his way to the punch bowl for the third time that night.
Stan had gotten used to brushing off things Richie said under the influence and just on a normal day to day basis, but for some reason, he couldn't help to think of what he had meant. He didn't have to think for long as Richie had made his way to you on the dance floor and started to pull you to where Stan was.
"Y/n, do you have something to say to mister Stan the Man?" Richie slurred out as he looked expectantly to you while you reached out to take your drink from Stan's hand.
"Um, thanks for the drink?" Your thanks came out more of a question as you didn't quite know what Richie was going on about.
"Come on Y/n you can do better than that, just tell him what you told me last Monday during math, about what you really think of him." Richie gave you a knowing smirk and waited.
Your eyes grew in realisation to what Richie was talking about. During the boring lecture in math, he asked you what you thought about all the losers. You had stupidly thought that Richie was too hungover and stoned to remember anything that had happened that day, so you confessed your feelings for Stanley. You let out everything you had been thinking for years.
That you felt like you were floating on air around him, he felt at home with him, a certain warmth of comfort spread through your chest seeing him and that you couldn't grow a pair and ask him out.
You let out an uneasy laugh and disregarded what Richie just said. You prayed that he wouldn't bring it up the rest of the party and he didn't. Through the whole game of truth or dare, he avoided asking you about it but still had a light in his eyes that said he could whenever he wanted to.
You were tense for the rest of the party and decided to leave early. When you told Stan this he got out of the conversation he was in with Bill and told you he would take you home.
An awkward presence that you had never felt with Stan was very apparent the whole drive to your house. Stanley was scared that you were suddenly going to come out and say that you didn't want to be friends anymore. He had thought about this almost as much as you saying that you had feelings for him.
He would go back and forth in his mind about how you would react if he asked you out. Seventy-five percent of the time you rejected him and the other twenty-five percent you agreed to go out.
While he was in his head that you were going to dump his friendship on the curb, you were swamped in thoughts that he would ask you about what Richie had said. If he did what were you going to say? You could come out and say the truth to finally get it off your chest or you could deny it and potentially hurt your closest friend.
Stan parked his car in front of your house and sucked in a deep breath. You both tried to talk at the same time and after a few awkward hand gestures, you both decided that you would talk first.
"So hypothetically speaking, would you ever date a close friend? Cause I think that I would and I didn't know if that was normal or if it mattered on the situation you were in or-"
Stanley cut you off with a short and soft kiss.
"So you're not into Bev?" You joked as Stanley leaned forward for another kiss.
"Man you are oblivious." Stan chuckled.
You had Richie to thank for bringing up Monday math class and the fact that you had met the perfect guy that always made you smile and feel warm throughout.