#ghost!stanley uris

[cwcthzl]

post ch2 ghost stanley au where he decides to prank richie by speaking complete gibberish and convince him that this is the language ghosts talk while sneaking some words in that will catch richie off guard.

"qhkdhakjajshx bakahxjajdj wkn k ashakc qhskcshqjdjq"

"oh yeah that completely makes sense. is that what jews call a ladykiller?"

"ajksjakdhcysb ajjajdka faggot kwnskak"

"WHAT"

[incorrect-losers]

Bev: This plan sounds like a powder keg that could explode, causing tons of unnecessary drama

Stan: …So you’re in?

Bev: Yes, I love it! Thank you for doing this

[beseriouslywilde]

I Could Sleep When I Lived Alone

“Do you know if there’s some unfinished business or— when do you…” Richie gestured vaguely. “Stop being here?”

IT (Stephen King)

Richie & Stan, Richie Tozier and Stanley Uris

(Ghosts, grieving, paranormal, friends, hurt/comfort, angst, 2278 words)

***

Half of Richie’s brain was constantly screaming at him to leave.

Leave his room, leave his house, leave the neighbourhood, leave town.

But the dumber, more emotional part of him was always begging to stay.

He closed his eyes and rolled over, it was too late in the night to be dealing with existential dread, he could discuss it all with his therapist a few days later, he didn’t have to think about it at 3 am, which is when it always seemed to happen.

When the still air in his old house would stir, and Richie would lay in bed and pray to go to sleep, mumbling under his breath the lyrics to his favourite songs to calm his racing heart.

Because after 27 years of not remembering the horrible things he’d lived through as a child, having all of it flood back to him within a week meant he was a bit behind on the therapy.

Needless to say, his brain was his enemy. Really, it always had been, telling him he was wrong, gross, sinful.

But it was nights like these that were the worst.

When Richie could have sworn there was Something there, lurking in the shadows.

He wanted to call Bill. He wanted to call Bev, Ben, Mike, they were all out of town, living their lives like normal people, writing books, building houses, visiting fricking Florida, and Richie was stuck in Derry with his trauma and his loneliness, just because part of him didn’t want to leave.

Because that part of him wanted to call Eddie.

Eddie Kaspbrak, who Richie watched die in the basement of the Neibolt house.

Richie jumped at the noise of the ancient furnace turning on in the basement, he hugged the bedsheets closer to himself, taking a deep breath.

“Notrealnotrealnotreal.” He muttered like a chant, it was familiar in a gut wrenching way that made him want to throw up.

His eyes were squeezed tight, with his face pinched with invisible pain.

He wanted to cry, scream, die, anything. He just wanted the house to stop seeming too empty.

Because if it was too empty it felt like there was someone there, and he really, really couldn’t deal with that.

Despite being almost frozen with fear, he reached out from under the blanket as quickly as he could to flick on his bedside lamp.

It illuminated the small room with a flash, boxes both emptied and unopened alike littered the space, casting shadows that he scanned with panicked, unblinking eyes.

When it seemed like there was nothing, he let out another deep breath, restarting his chorus of ‘not real’s.

Around him, the bedsheet seemed too tight, and the walls seemed too close, and the lamp just wasn’t bright enough.

He kicked the sheet off of himself, and stepped off the bed cautiously, grabbing his empty water glass from the bedside table.

Richie felt awkward, his cold bare feet tensed on top of the laminated wood floor, sitting at the edge of his bed, contemplating ignoring the screaming in his chest and going back to sleep, or blocking out the way his hand was jittering at the thought of going downstairs for more water.

In an act of courage, he stood up on uneasy legs, stepping numbly through the mess on his bedroom floor, and down the stairs into the kitchen, turning on all of the lights on his way down.

He checked over his shoulder as he made his way to the tap, turning his attention from his surroundings, then to the sink, then back, in a loop until his cup was full.

The entire time, Richie didn’t stop mumbling ‘not real’, to the point where it sounded more like “Noreel”. 

If he repeated it enough he could convince himself it was true, that’s how it worked with IT, and that was how it was going to work with his fears, he was sure.

If he was sure he wouldn’t be awake at such an early hour stressed out about an empty house.

Richie shook his head, he took another breath and continued whispering, raising his voice slightly, since there was no one there to hear him.

He closed his eyes and took a sip of water, it felt cool down his dry throat and helped to quell the feeling of bile rising.

His eyes shot open the moment he heard a sound from behind him.

He gripped the counter with his free hand, torn halfway between facing the noise or just letting it happen behind him.

“Damn.” He heard whispered behind him, raising the hair on the back of Richie’s neck.

Richie froze completely, with his eyes shut so tight it hurt, though his hand must have loosened, since the next thing he knew the full water glass was slipping from his fingers and crashing onto the kitchen floor.

“Seriously?” The Voice asked rhetorically, with a hint of annoyance and amusement.

In his peril Richie almost didn’t notice how familiar it sounded, because the last time that voice had spoken to him in the same way was when they were only 13 years old. Luckily, Richie’s mind was familiar enough with fear to register it.

Without thinking, Richie spun himself around, his foot getting soaked in the water from the smashed glass on the floor and his eyes open wide, staring with confusion in front of him.

“Careful, Rich.” Stan said, wincing at how close Richie’s foot was to the glass shards.

Richie blinked, fully confused, fully astonished, fully concerned.

The emotional half of him wanted to cry.

The other half wanted to run, to wake up from whatever nightmare he was having, wanted to know exactly what was going on.

Stanley effing Uris on the other hand, didn’t seem at all startled to be dead and in Richie’s house. He walked over to the fridge with a misplaced grace, and threw it open, scowling.

“You’re out of milk.”

Richie watched Stanley sift through the contents of his refrigerator.

“Why don’t you have milk? I told you to buy milk, you’ve been out of it for a week.”

“I didn’t think about it.” Richie shrugged casually.

Then blinked.

Then froze on the spot.

So did Stan.

“What?” He looked over at Richie, slamming the fridge door shut.

“I… I didn’t think about it.” Richie repeated, his voice faltering.

“What?” Stan said again.

“I didn’t think about-”

“You can hear me?”

Richie stared, stunned, and nodded slowly.

“Jesus Christ.” Stanley said, mortified.

“You’re jewish.” Richie pointed out.

“You’re talking to a ghost in your kitchen and that’s what you think to say?”

“You’re a ghost?” Richie asked stupidly.

“What else would I be? I’m dead.” Stan ran his fingers through his curls frantically, pacing in a tiny circle in front of the fridge.

Richie shifted his weight from foot to foot, not taking his eyes off of Stanley Uris, ghost.

“My god.” Richie said, staring at his old friend, taking in his scars, his face, his height, his hair, his clothes. “You’re older.”

“So are you.”

“You would have known that if you had shown up.” Richie’s voice held a lot more venom than he’d intended.

Stan’s face fell into a morose frown. “Look, Rich, I’m sorry-”

“No, no, I’m sorry Stan.” Richie said aggressively. “I just… I needed you there. You promised you would be there.”

“I know, Rich-”

“Do you have the scar?” Richie asked.

Stan brought up a hand to run a finger along the small scars spread out around his face.

“Not that one,” Richie didn’t mean to remind Stanley of that happening. Ghost or not, he was still apparently Stan. “The hand.”

Stanley dropped his eyes to his palm, where he traced the crease carefully.

“It never went away.”

Richie sighed. “I’m really sorry.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t mean to bring that all up, but… we could have really used you, man.”

Stanley smiled, “You did it though, beat It.”

“We did.”

“I’m sorry about Eddie…” Stan trailed off.

“It’s- yeah, it’s- thanks.”

Richie willed himself to wake up, he didn’t want this dream to go any further, he wasn’t sure if he could handle the false hope.

When it seemingly didn’t work he pinched the inside of his wrist, but not very discreetly, Stanley noticed but kept his thoughts to himself.

“Why are you here?” Richie asked after pinching himself proved painful.

Stan shrugged, “It’s my hometown… and I feel bad for not showing up, but I still wanted to be here, I just knew that I couldn’t. I would never be able to handle it and I would bring everyone down.” “I got your letter.”

“I know.”

“But really, why not haunt your wife?”

Stan smiled, “I don’t think I can. I didn’t try to come here, it just sort of happened. Lets me look out for you, though.”

“Look out for me?”

“Notes,” Stan gestured to the fridge, covered in Sticky Notes in Richie’s messy handwriting.

“Those are yours?” Richie asked. Most of them he didn’t remember writing, always assumed it had just been nights like this when he’d been far too tired to form coherent memories.

“Yep.” Stan plucked one off the fridge door, holding it in his hands.

“You possessed me?”

Stanley laughed. “I don’t think I can do that, no.” He twirled the sticky note in his fingers. “I’m pretty much entirely corporeal.”

“You can hear me? Talk to me? Touch things?... Are you even dead?” Richie asked with a hopeful lilt in his voice.

“I’m dead.” Stan said, his voice taking a darker tone. “I’m dead, Rich, okay?”

“But you seem basically alive-”

“I’m dead.” Stanley repeated. The bags beneath his eyes darkened against his suddenly pale, sunken cheeks. His curls clumped together with phantom water, dripping down his nose and chin.

Thin routes of red made their way across the fabric of his sleeves, meeting his elbow and dripping down against the kitchen floor, splattering with the dark, beading texture of blood.

Richie blinked at the sight before him, his friend, dead, talking to him in his kitchen.

Before he was finished processing the scene before him, Stanley’s face had regained some of its brightness and he was raking a hand through his wet hair.

“Sorry.” He said in much too small of a voice, a voice that knew the exact horror of what it had just exhibited. “I don’t like doing that.”

“You’re all wet.”

“It’s how I died.” Stan picked at the button on his shirt, which was still drenched.

“In the bath? With your clothes on?”

Stan shook his head. “I’m gonna need another pair of clothes. These ones are kind of… wrecked.” He gestured to the bloodstains blooming along the sleeves.

“So you can wear clothes?”

“It’s murky, I know. But yeah, I can wear clothes, I can touch stuff, I can talk, but I’m dead.”

Stanley pulled the sleeve of his shirt down timidly, a wince written on his face.

“Does it hurt?”

Stan nodded minutely, almost afraid to admit.

“It always hurts. But the blood… it… reminds me.” He looked down, averting his eyes from Richie’s and catching sight of the ground. “Shit, I’ll clean this all up.”

He walked past Richie, never coming too close to him and pulling as far away as possible almost immediately with paper towels in hand.

“Ghost blood.” Richie remarked.

Stan laughed gently as he bent down to wipe the tile gently.

“So, if they came and did a sample on the ghost blood, would it show up as yours? How’s that supposed to work?”

Stan paused for a moment, “No, it would probably not work, or they might not even be able to see the blood. Sometimes I can do that.”

“Sometimes?”

“Sometimes. Being occult isn’t very organised. I didn’t get a Handbook For The Recently Deceased or anything. I’m just stuck with my limited horror film knowledge and estout intellect.”

“Right.” Richie passed Stan some bleach. “Just in case you want to make sure it’s clean.”

Stan took it gratefully, still avoiding Richie’s touch.

He knelt down next to Stan, putting the smallest distance between them of the entire time.

“So, anyways, I’m not sure why I’m here, it sort of happened, I made my way here, half through some ghost-teleportation –Which was honestly cool as hell– and some fumbling around with a lot of phone books, none of which you were in, then asking around until I was brought here.”

“Casa Tozier.”

“Except I’ve been living here as long as you have.”

“Well… living is debatable.”

Richie half expected Stan to roll his eyes or curse his name, smite him, etc. 

Could ghosts smite? It’s quite odd when the ghost doesn’t even know what the ghost can do.

Instead, Stanley smiled a small, friendly smile. The type Richie had grown out of being on the receiving end of.

“Fine, I moved in a few days after you, sort of, I’ve been staying here at night.”

“What about during the day?”

Stan’s smile dropped off instantly. “Cemetery, sometimes.”

“Cemetery?” Ghosts revert back to cemeteries? Even the ones they weren’t buried in?

“The cemetery. Derry cemetery.”

“I got that, but why?”

Stan shrugged. “I get to look around.”

“Oh.” Richie wasn’t quite sure what it meant. But clearly it was something. A big something that Stan seemed torn about talking through.

“If I’d stayed would I be here now? Would I be like this?” Stan cast a glance down at his bloodstained shirt.

“I don’t know.” Richie moved closer to him on the ground, still a few inches between them. “If you’d stayed would I even be alive? It would have changed everything.”

“Well, at least one of us is still here. Physically, I mean.”

“Do you know if there’s some unfinished business or— when do you…” Richie gestured vaguely. “Stop being here?”

“That’s a good question.” Stan shrugged. “I wish I knew the answer. Being dead sucks. I thought that maybe it would be easier, that I wouldn’t have to worry about any of this any more, that there wouldn’t be anything for me to worry about, but… it’s all I do. Still. What was it you used to call me? And the kids at school? Urine? Stanley Urine? Inventive and accurate.”

“Stan, I didn’t mean it.”

“I know you didn’t. But the others did, they always did. And they were right, because look at me. I’m fucking dead, and I’m a mess, and I’m stressed out—“

“Take a breather, man.” Richie said placatingly. “Or— don’t? Do you breathe? Nevermind. Not important. Chill out. There we go.”

Stan did his best, a deep breath in, exaggerated so that Richie could tell.

“I think I’m here to say sorry.” He said after a moment of quiet. “Like, really. Really apologise, complete truth, say it all. And say that I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, man.”

“No. You can know that, but it’s not the same. I’m sorry. Like, really, really sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for everything that’s happened, and I’m sorry I died, and that I even had to, I’m sorry that Eddie died, I’m sorry that you’re staying in this huge ass house all by yourself and that— that none of it’s my fault. Well, most. The other bits, that aren’t me dying. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that me saying sorry won’t fix all of this shit.”

Richie sat, his eyes on Stan’s.

“Shit.” Richie said, half astonished.

“Shit.”

“That was a lot.”

“I had a lot to say.” Stan looked down at his hands, tracing once more over the raised scar on his palm.

“I forgive you, by the way. I think it’s not your fault, but I forgive you.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know if it’s enough to get you out of this limbo, but I hope it’s enough.”

“And… what about you?”

“Me?”

“What’ll you do?”

Richie scoffed. “Live, I guess.”

“And I hope that you live the best fucking life. You should… talk to someone, anyone, Bill, Bev, Mike, Ben, whatever. It doesn’t even have to be one of them, talk to someone else, just… don’t be alone. Not like you’ve been for so long. And I’m sorry I never said anything sooner, I didn’t think it would work, and I didn’t think you needed it. But you do, Rich. I want you to be okay, and I know what it’s like not to be.”

“Thank you.” Richie said softly. “Thank you.”

He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, laying in his bed as the sun peeked in through the windows, there was a lightness Richie hadn’t felt in ages.

**

[icarus-has-falllen]

Master list

Stranger things

Gareth Emerson

reader gifts Gareth with his flannel

Steve Harrington

jealous steve harrington

reader gets vecna'd

Eddie munson

being eddie's best friend turned lover

Billy Hargrove

very short comfort fic

being billy's bestfriend from cali

reader has powers and protects billy

Artist reader

Nancy wheeler

none yet

Mike wheeler

ghost face!byler x reader

coffee shop au

Angst to fluff

Dustin Henderson

learning how to play DND

Lucas sinclaire

none yet

Max mayfield

none yet

Will byers

ghost face!byler x reader

Will finds out reader is trans

wheeler!reader having a crush on will

Jane "eleven" hopper

none yet

Fred Benson

very short kinda fluff

byers!reader introducing fred to their family

Chrissy Cunningham

none yet

Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Diego Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Five Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

late nights and snacks

Allison Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

Viktor Hargreaves

family pt.1

family pt.2

family pt.3

family pt.4

FEAR STREET

simon

none yet

Young!Nick Goode

being ziggy's bestfriend and dating Nick Goode

Ziggy

being ziggy's bestfriend and dating Nick Goode

Marvel

Spider man (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)

none yet

Star Lord

none yet

Miles Morales

non yet

Scream (the original)

Stu macher

none yet

Billy loomis

none yet

Mickey Altieri

none yet

Sidney Prescott

none yet

Ethan Landry

none yet

Gravity falls

Dipper pines

none yet

Mabel pines

none yet

Stanford pines

none yet

Stanley pines

none yet

Wendy

none yet

Bill cypher

none yet

It

Richie Tozier

none yet

Eddie Kaspbrack

none yet

Stanley Uris

none yet

Beverley Marsh

none yet

Bill Denbrough

none yet

Ben Hanscom

none yet

Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton

none yet

Thomas Jefferson

none yet

John Laurens

none yet

Lafayette

none yet

Angelica Skylar

none yet

Eliza Skylar

none yet

Peggy Skylar

none yet

Hercules mulligan

none yet

Aaron Burr

none yet

Ghostbusters

Ray stantz

none yet

Egon Spengler

none yet

Peter Venkman

none yet

Winston Zeddemore

none yet

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

none yet

Xavier Thorpe

none yet

Tyler Galpin

none yet

Enid Sinclair

none yet

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

none yet

Din Djarin

none yet

Han Solo

none yet

Anakin Skywalker

none yet

Spider-verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacey

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

[billcarden]

to whom it may concern

the rest of his mail is abandoned on the cold countertop, all of his focus on the bright white paper, his name and address written in his best friend’s scrawl, the return address orderly inked with a stamp, because of course stan has a stamp for his address. a smile ghosts across richie’s tired face; he expects nothing less from stanley uris, the boy who had been a little adult since the day he turned eleven.

alongside the letter that all of the losers had received, richie finds another letter from stan.

read it on ao3

[bagerfluff]

I Can't Touch You (Cause Your A Ghost)

Stanley Uris x Male Reader

Prompt - Ghost Au

Stanley stretched as he walked out of the bedroom to get himself a cup of tea. But when he entered the kitchen he noticed that all of the cabinets and drawers were open. “Really Y/n!” Stan yelled out as he started to close them. Seemingly out of nowhere a light blue and transparent figure appeared on the kitchen island.

“You know I get bored, Stan” Y/n said as he jumped down and started helping Stan. Stan sighed. Despite living with Y/n for a few years and dating him for a couple months, Stan would never understand the ghost. He was literally a ghost, he could go anywhere in the world. But he chose to stay and annoy Stan. 

Stan wondered why he did that. Y/n could go anywhere and do anything. But he chose to live with Stan, hell he chose to date Stan. A human. When Y/n could date another ghost. Someone that he could actually touch. Stan sighed. Again. How was he so good at turning a good day into a bad day? Stan had been wondering about that ever since they started dating.

It always made Stan sad when he thought about it. But he never told Y/n, he didn't want him to worry about him. Stan had a frown on his face for the rest of his morning routine and it didn’t go unnoticed by his ghost boyfriend. “You okay Love?” Y/n asked right before Stan left. Stan turned around to look at Y/n then down at his watch.

“I’m wondering why you're dating me?” Stan said once he realized he could spare a few minutes. But only a few. “Why?” Y/n asked, getting up from the couch and walking over to Stan. “Because you could have anyone but you chose me” Stan stated. Fully turning his body to face Y/n. “It’s because I love you”

Y/n stated. Y/n tried to reach out to grab Stan's hand but Y/n pulled his arm back once he realized he couldn’t. This didn’t go unnoticed by Stan. “That’s why” Stan whispered. Before looking at his watch. “I have to leave” Stan said as he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

Y/n tried to call out to him but Stan didn’t hear him. Leaving Y/n standing there at the door, staring at his hand.

Y/n spent the rest of the day sad. Y/n knew that he couldn’t touch Stan. But he thought he made it clear that he didn’t care about that. He thought Stan didn’t care either. Guess he was wrong. But how long has Stan been feeling like this? Y/n wondered how long Stan was keeping things bottled up. Did Stan think Y/n didn’t love him? They hadn’t told each other that they love each other but Y/n loved Stan. He loved Stan more than anything.

And the thought of losing Stan hurts Y/n more than when Y/n died. So when Stan walked through the door Y/n said it. “I love you”. When Y/n said it Stan froze and looked over at Y/n. “I love you more than anything” Y/n said while walking closer. “And I’ll tell you that again and again till you believe me” Y/n finished when he was in front of Stan. Stan smiled as tears slowly fell down his face. “I love you too,” Stan said.

Y/n reached up and whipped a tear of Stan’s face. Making Stan confused. Ghost couldn't touch living beings. But Y/n smiled as he spoke. “Maybe things aren’t what you think”.

[aceditwrites]

The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules, 

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest 

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting 

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger 

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 

Dear Evan Hansen: Connor Murphy (my beloved), Evan Hansen, Jared Kleinman, Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck

Heather: Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke, Veronica Sawyer, Jason Dean, Martha Dunnstock

Invincible: Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson, Eve Wilkins, Rex Splode, Amber Bennet, William Clockwell

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

[reddie-ao3feed]

You Don't Have to Write Me Back

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wPcs0bT by MeaMeaAudio, rianekay Richie and Eddie reconnect years later, the ghost of a Seven Minutes in Heaven lingers over them. While on tour, Richie on a whim sends a letter to Eddie. Surprisingly, Eddie writes back. Words: 1997, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough & Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough & Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough & Mike Hanlon Additional Tags: The Losers Club Are Good Friends (IT), The Losers Club Deserve Happiness (IT), Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Period-Typical Homophobia, Seven Minutes In Heaven Game read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wPcs0bT

[esoterium]

muses added!

stephen king's universe.

stanley "stan" uris, benjamin "ben" hanscom, && susan "sue" snell (amy irving / gabriella wilde)

rob zombie's world.

baby firefly, heidi hawthorne, deborah myers (either alive or as a ghost ask for plotting purposes if you wish!)

halloween.

laurie strode

warm bodies.

r

muses removed/added to or put on by request only!

see post.

[evergreenstringbean]

Fanfiction Masterlist- evergreenstringbean

Please read AO3 tags prior to reading! Some of these are old. Some of these were written for tumblr challenges. Sue me if they're cringe now.

Blue text will detail crossover fanfictions, but are included in both fandom lists. Green will signify oneshots, purple will signify multi-chaptered works. All are completed.

Bandstand

Keeping The Ghosts Away (Nick Radel/Wayne Wright): It happens every night at the same exact time. Wayne doesn't know that Nick isn't asleep this time.

Water and Smoke (Jimmy Campbell/Johnny Simpson): They all want to go on a beach vacation. Jimmy knows he can't handle it, but agrees.

Pets Are The Best Medicine (Nick Radel/Wayne Wright): Nick wants a dog. Wayne, of course, doesn't. Nick, of course, doesn't listen.

Thoughts (Jimmy Campbell/Nick Radel): Jimmy doesn't know why his thoughts seem to never listen to him.

Parallels (Jimmy Campbell & Julia Trojan): Julia can't face the band after Donny tells her what happened to Michael. Jimmy comes to visit her.

Once Upon A Time (Jimmy Campbell/Aaron Miller): Jimmy's so grateful to have Aaron in his life.

Forward (Jimmy Campbell/Johnny Simpson): Jimmy can't move on. But he can more forward.

Palliative (Character Study- No Ship): Palliative Coping: Making the situation more tolerable or keeping it under control without directly taking care of the problem.

Something in Return (Jimmy Campbell/Angelo Maggio): The band is exhausted after a nationwide tour. Jimmy most of all. A night at the Blue Wisp sounds like a good idea to relax. Turns out Jo has hired someone new.

Another Language (Jimmy Campbell/Angelo Maggio): Impromptu duets lead to interesting thoughts as Jimmy learns more about the new employee of The Blue Wisp. Continuation of "Something in Return".

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Here It's Safe and Sound (Ted Spankoffski/Henry Hidgens): Henry doesn't mind the silence anymore, but he really needs a break from it.

Still The Dance Goes On (Ted Spankoffski/Henry Hidgens): Showtunes help Henry with whatever emotion he feels.

Everything's Perfect/Nothing's Real (Ted Spankoffski/Henry Hidgens): Henry theorized this exact scenario thirty years ago. But what if it wasn't simply a theory?

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Which Direction is the Right Direction? (Peter Parker & Tony Stark): It's been one month and Peter gets a call in the middle of class. "He'd tried putting it into his computer, that hadn't worked at all. He'd tried looking through old archives that Pepper had allowed him to scan, nothing. He even tried asking Karen, hoping perhaps the man had sent something about it to him without him knowing. Nope. So, it looked like he was stuck with a million questions and no right answers."

The Postcards Protocol (Peter Parker & Tony Stark): Peter finds out about the Postcards Protocol, and wonders why it's called that.

Prisoner of My Past (Peter Parker & Tony Stark): Peter's finally figured it out, with help from Tony. Sequel to "The Postcards Protocol"

IT (Movies)

some time can bring perspective that we need (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier): "The moment he made it to the surface, he was booking it out of the house and made no effort to stop. When panic set in with Eddie Kaspbrak, it failed to stop until he was absolutely sure he was out of danger. He was blocks away from Neibolt before he was able to stop for breath, and he was almost regretting tossing his inhaler into the fire while his lungs burned from the exercise. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his mind was swirling with questions he didn’t know the answers to." In which Eddie Kaspbrak gets the ending he deserves.

To Start Over...Somehow (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris): Most of the things he’ll think about are simple. What his plans are for the days ahead, new ideas for material that he’s now, finally, writing on his own…and how the world is one cruel, fucked up place. / or / Richie is learning to cope alone.

letting go of what might have been (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris): Richie's got it all under control...but sometimes he doesn't / or / Richie's still coping.

words we leave unspoken (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier): Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier has 1500 words left to live. He has more than 1500 words left to say.

From Here to Eternity (Musical)

Something in Return (Jimmy Campbell/Angelo Maggio): The band is exhausted after a nationwide tour. Jimmy most of all. A night at the Blue Wisp sounds like a good idea to relax. Turns out Jo has hired someone new.

Another Language (Jimmy Campbell/Angelo Maggio): Impromptu duets lead to interesting thoughts as Jimmy learns more about the new employee of The Blue Wisp. Continuation of "Something in Return".

Sanders Sides

If I Didn't Believe in You (Roman/Logan): Roman doesn't want to go to another party. Logan knows what's really happening.

There Was Janus (Roman/Logan): Roman and Logan get to know each other after working in the same touring production for the last month, when Logan asks how Roman got into acting.

Must Be a Dream (Character Study- No Ship): Logan's alone, but not completely. An imagining of post-WTIT after Logan sinks out of the living room.

Roundabout (Virgil/Roman, Logan/Patton): Virgil's got a new job as a school secretary, a vast change from his old life. He quickly befriends a few fellow faculty members, including one happy-go-lucky drama teacher. As the year goes on, and Virgil begins to form stronger bonds, his reluctance to revisit parts of his past may begin to put a strain on the relationships he holds dear.

When You Smile (Remy/Emile): Remy just wanted to grab a quick coffee. He didn't anticipate the cute stranger dancing in line. Part of the "Roundabout" canon.

Borderline (Established Roman/Virgil & Logan/Patton, Janus/Remus): Following the unexpected death of their mother, Roman and Remus are tasked with cleaning out their parents' attic. Old photos bring up old memories, old trinkets bring up old feelings, but a stack of letters may begin to distort the thoughts of their childhood, or bring their thoughts of it to new light. A world continuation of Roundabout.

The Old Guard

When The Sun Lights The Room (Joe/Nicky): “We should do something today. We could pick up some flowers at a shop this evening,” Joe offers to his love, squeezing his hand in an absent check-in to make sure the man is in fact mentally there as he’d claimed to be. A matching squeeze confirms so and he takes a deep breath. “He should be here.” Thirty years ago, Joe and Nicky lost their son. The "finality" of death still gives them whiplash at the tricks it plays.

Always Starting Over (Joe/Nicky): Nicolo di Genova has lived many different lives. He's fought many wars, saved many lives, and donned many names. But everything's over, and he's too cold. In which Joe loses his immortality and Nicky struggles to cope.

Stand By Me

Think of Me Fondly (Chris Chambers & Gordie LaChance): Gordie LaChance was twelve going on thirteen the first time he saw a dead human being. Gordon LaChance was thirty-eight going on thirty-nine when the newspaper headline knocked the wind out of him.

M*A*S*H

this is life, with the heartache it brings (B.J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce): It starts with an average day. It ends with nothing being the same. Or, if the American Songbook's "Tribute to the Troops" broadcast took place in 1952 and landed on the ears of the 4077th

Good Omens

I hope you blink before I do (Crowley/Aziraphale): Crowley, after a Hell of a time, sleeps.

Spies Are Forever

All's Fair in Love and Death (Agent Curt Mega/Owen Carvour): Following the final death of Owen Carvour, Agent Curt Mega is thrust into a mission that seems simple at first glance. Retrieve a fellow agent from a completed undercover mission. However, there are a few caveats. For one, the "fellow agent" is a Slozhno. For two, Curt is meant to retrieve the agent in 2016. With the mix of following his mission, learning all about Tatiana's son, and grappling an entirely new world, Curt must leave every stipulation of his real present life behind to protect a potential future at stake.

Detroit: Become Human

So Goes the Roll of the Dice (RK900/Gavin Reed): Gavin Reed and RK900- known as Nines- are ready to move in together, for "convenience" or whatever they claim. What looks to be the ending of a long investigation results in Gavin re-examining the ghosts of his pasts, and the android of his potential future.

[cwcthzl]

au where richie is the famous comedian he is and he gets pressured by his manager to make a deal w a company that wants him to write a book about his life/his autobiography so he makes the deal but misses SEVERAL deadlines and company assigns him a ghost writer who is stanley uris himself and even though richie doesn't like the idea of it at first so he makes ridiculous jokes, dodge stan's attempts at making conversation and tries to hide the answers to stan's too personal questions and lazy eyes who steady his every movement but as time goes on and one night things get messed up on stage and the crowd starts to freak out so they escort richie out of there and assign stan to stand beside him when crew goes to get shit together leaving richie and stan alone and at the moment's anxiety, frustration and the still calm and collected behavior stan shows to him, still smiling and making fun of his jokes on stage, richie laughs and can't help but warm up and conversation leads to them talking about richie's past and whatnot for the book, where stan asks and richie tells with his usual jokes, and stan joins in too with some of his memories and from there he starts falling for stan

[incorrect-losers]

Audra: I’m here for the cult stuff

Bill, and the losers: How’d you find us?

Audra: I saw your ad on craigslist

[wipbigbang]

The final round of art claims is open at @wipbigbang! We have all sorts of great stories left in multiple fandoms, and we'd love any type of fanart for them: traditional art, digital art, fanmixes, moodboards, fic covers/chapter headers...any kind of art you can imagine!

The synopses are located at https://wipbigbang.dreamwidth.org/173272.html

The form is located at https://forms.gle/yyxkCxyXJopMTyUs8.

It

#058

Title: Normal People Scare Me

Pairing/Characters: Stanley Uris/Bill Denbrough Eddie Kaspbrack/Richie Tozier Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh

Rating Explicit | E

Warnings/Tags: Graphic Violence, Major Character Death, Dubious Consent

Child murder, miscarriages, child loss, alcoholism, hate speech and crimes, animal death and suicide

Summary: It’s a stenbrough fic (surprise surprise) and it’s loosely based off the concept of AHS’s Murder House. Bill and his new wife (Susan Brown; his first agent and it’s her bc his wife needs to be a bad person in this fic and I didn’t want to do that to Audra) move into a new home after a devastating miscarriage. That home is the house on Nielbolt, Bill figures some fresh air in a small town would be good for them, maybe also help their failing marriage.

Anyways guess what? The home already has residents. All of the Loser’s and some fun other cameos. Robert Gray is a just a ghost and he was just a human but his death (and what he did) was the catalyst for turning the home into a purgatory for everyone that would die there in later years.

The fic shows Bill and his blossoming friendship turned romance with Stan but they’re really just one of the many stories in this fic. Each of the Loser’s deaths are told- along with some of the cameos- and I’m really proud of the ideas I have for them. Richie’s is probably my favorite bc it adds to his ghost character. Spoiler: it has a lot to do with a pumpkin head. There’s also some side stories featuring their struggles of being stuck in this house.

It's a haunted house story with common themes of child murder/infant death and people making shitty decisions and there's a splash of romance but the main romance is kinda dubious.

[calicohyde]

Tagged by @howlingbreeze to find the given words in my WIP(s). His words for me are blue, mountain, kiss and grow.

blue

Beck is the first to see him, and waves him over. Cal goes to him quickly, relieved beyond measure to see a familiar face. He's wearing almost an identical outfit to the one Cal first met him in, stylish but loose and casual. His nails are painted now, a glittering dark blue, and he's wearing trendy glasses.

from Paid Training draft 2.1, currently 10k

mountain

There’s a snort from just beyond the decorative partition that nominally separates their group table from the rest. A person-shaped shadow moves behind mass-produced ink cranes flying over blue mountains. And, lo and behold, there is Stanley Uris. He holds Richie’s eyes as he emerges, just to really bring it home that he heard that.

from gold rush, currently 29k

kiss

"Whuh…?" Stan croaks. They'd told her he'd feel intensely dehydrated even after transfusion and saline, not to mention pained and weak and confused. They'd told her he might not remember what he'd done, and not to ask him why. Patty had thought, at the time, of course she wouldn't ask him why, not right then. She'd tell him how much she loves him and how grateful she is that he's alive, and she'd kiss his eyebrows and his lashes and the bridge of his nose, the curve of his cheek, the tip of each finger. But here and now it's the only thing she can think: why? Why, Stanley; why, God; why why why-

from summer birds, currently 4k

grow

Crystals grow, after all. Some of them faster than others.

from Curse The Messenger draft 1.4, currently 29k

I tag @blind-the-winds @ceph-the-ghost-writer and @silvertalonwritblr. My words for y'all are message, change, time, hang, and know.

[itnewsletter]

Issue #7

Monday, April 10th - missed in Issue #6:

Fanmix

[x] the losers club by @stained-glass-sketchbook

Tuesday, April 11th:

Challenges/Events

[x] reddie week 2023 official announcement by @reddieweek

Fanart

[x] richie tozier by @horov

[x] stozier by @whatthefuckisasweep

[x] mike hanlon by @whatthefuckisasweep

[x] kaspbrough by @whatthefuckisasweep

[x] the losers club & pennywise by @micelangelooo

[x] bowers gang by @toffiproto

[x] beverly & eddie & richie by @boohonya

[x] stanley uris by @noodles-and-tea

Fancomic

[x] @gloomy-prince now allowing early access on Patreon

Fanfiction

[x] reddie by @fuckbitchesgetreddie

[teenage love triangle] reddie by @eddietoz

[Де ми є] reddie by Katerina_Catharsis on AO3

[Falling in Love for a Second Time] stenbrough by Your_Friendly_Neighborhood_Cryptid on AO3

[Eddie Kaspbrak Cures Homophobia] reddie by hownowredclown on AO3

Gifset

[x] benverly by @proudestof

Polls

[x] choose your (neibolt) fighter by @the-losers-are-still-losing

Wednesday, April 12th:

Fanart

[x] beverly marsh by @tobi-mostly

[x] eddie kaspbrak by snaalfoss on Twitter

[x] reddie by snaalfoss on Twitter

[x] beverly marsh by fredpetrof on Twitter

Fanfiction

[x] bichie by @antisociallilbrat

[When Will You Be Back?] stenbrough by The_Buggs_Brain on AO3

[The Guilt of the Eight] losers club parents & pennywise by Liv45No on AO3

[Take Me Home] reddie by hinaki_mio on AO3

[sleeping with ghosts] hanzier by Anonymous on AO3

[Your new finger nails] reddie by EddieKantBreathe on AO3

[elinorshinning]

Masterlist

🌸 Romance ❄️ Drama 🪄 Fantasía/Ficción 🔪 Terror 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT

Harry Potter:

🌸 Scorpius Malfoy & Lectora: Sweet Dream.

🌸❄️ Ominis Gaunt & Lectora: You're On Your Own Kid.

🌸❄️ Draco Malfoy & Lectora: Caterpillar.

Osomatsu-san:

🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: All Too Well.

🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: The Lonely.

❄️Choromatsu Matsuno & Lectora: We Don't Love anymore.

🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Saturn {One Shot}

🌸❄️Choromatsu & Lectora & Todomatsu: Summer Storm.

❄️Osomatsu Matsuno & Lectora: It's Okay To Cry {One Shot}

🌸❄️Ichimatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Back To December.

🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: What Is Love?

❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Cold As You.

🌸❄️Ichimatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Coffins.

It:

🌸❄️🔪Richie Tozier & Lectora: Just Kiss Her 1.

🌸❄️🔪Richie Tozier & Lectora: Memories... Of Us 2.

Richie Tozier & Lectora: No Place Like You 3 {One Shot}.

🌸❄️🔪Stanley Uris & Lectora: Cornelia Street 1.

🌸Stanley Uris & Lectora: Forever 2 {One Shot}.

🌸❄️🔪Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Beautiful ghosts.

🌸❄️🔪Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Lover.

🌸❄️🔪Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Angel Of The Morning 1.

🌸 Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: You Deserve To Be Loved 2 {One Shot}.

🌸❄️🔪Mike Hanlon & Lectora: Sunflower.

🌸❄️Mike Hanlon & Lectora: Sunset Angel 2 {One Shot}.

🌸❄️🏳️‍🌈🔪Beverly Marsh & Lectora: New Romantics.

🌸❄️Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Finde Me In The Freedom {One Shot}.

🌸❄️🔪Stanley Uris & Lectora: Romantic Bird.

🌸❄️Bill Denbrough & Lectora: Cardigan.

❄️Ben Hanscom & Lectora: All I Want {One Shot}.

🌸❄️Victor Criss & Lectora: I See You, Only You {One Shot}.

❄️Richie Tozier & Lectora: By Your Side {One Shot}.

🌸❄️🔪Richie Tozier & Lectora: Would You Pick Me This Time?

❄️Bill Denbrough & Lectora: Right Where You Left Me {One Shot}

🌸❄️🔪 Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Used To Be.

🌸❄️ Eddie Kaspbrak & Lectora: Las canciones.

🌸❄️🔪🏳️‍🌈 Beverly Marsh & Lectora: Champagne Problems.

🌸❄️ Bill Denbrough & Lectora: Weathering With You.

BNHA:

🌸❄️Bakugou Katsuki & Lectora: The Lucky One.

🌸❄️Tamaki Amajiki & Lectora: The Way I Am.

🌸❄️Kirishima Eijirou & Lectora: Love Language.

🌸❄️Bakugou Katsuki & Lectora: The Lucky & Haunted.

🔪❄️ Look What You Made Me do.

🌸❄️ Todoroki Shoto & Lectora: Timeless.

🌸❄️ Hawks & Lectora: La Chute Est Lente.

🌸❄️ Bakugou Katsuki & Lectora: Jaque Mate.

Demon Slayer:

🌸❄️Rengoku Kyojuro & Lectora: Love You.

🌸❄️Tomioka Giyuu & Lectora: Me arrepiento.

One Piece:

🌸❄️Monkey D Luffy & Lectora: Blue.

🌸❄️Monkey D Luffy & Lectora: Tightrope

🌸❄️ Donquixote Rosinate & Lectora: Family Line.

🌸❄️ Donquixote Rosinate & Lectora: Same Mistakes.

🌸❄️ Sabo & Lectora: Burn So Bright.

🌸❄️ Sanji & Lectora: Fight Together.

🌸❄️ Coby & Lectora: A New Way.

🌸❄️ Ace & Lectora: Battle Scars.

Shazam:

🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: You & The Things You Do 1.

🌸🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: Together 2.

🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: Resurface; The Rest Of My Life 3.

🌸❄️🪄Billy Batson & Lectora: Dashboard Confessional 1.

🌸🪄Billy Batson & Lectora: Stick Together 2.

🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: I Will Love You Piece By Piece 1.

🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: To Be Human 2.

❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora: Welcome To Westview 3.

🌸❄️🪄Freddy Freeman & Lectora:

🌸❄️🪄 Billy Batson & Lectora: Only Love Can Hurt Like This,

X-Men:

🌸❄️🪄Sean Cassidy & Lectora: Dawning Of Spring.

🌸❄️🪄Kurt Wagner & Lectora: Feels Like Love.

Encanto:

🌸❄️Bruno Madrigal & Lectora: Dos Oruguitas.

🌸❄️Camilo Madrigal & Lectora: La Magia Eres Tú {One Shot}.

🌸❄️ Camilo Madrigal & Lectora: Algo Quiero.

Luca:

🌸❄️Alberto Scorfano & Lectora: Go Find Out Yourself.

🌸❄️Luca Paguro & Lectora: To Love A Boy.

🌸❄️ Alberto Scorfano & Lectora: Seven.

Cars:

🌸❄️ Rayo McQueen & Lectora: Our Town.

🌸❄️ Franchesco Bernoulli & Lectora: So American.

🌸❄️ Jackson Storm & Lectora: Please, Please, Please.

🌸❄️ Doc Hudson & Lectora:

🌸❄️ Kal Weathers & Lectora:

Sing:

🌸❄️ Johnny & Lectora: You're Worth It.

🌸❄️ Buster Moon & Lectora: