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That Was Never Delivered | stanley uris

YOU ARE READING PART TWO

>> gif credit to @/juliendouvier on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Stanley Uris

reader | They/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | @romantic-insanity

warnings | Swearing

word count | 2,272

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian’s noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc.), (h/h/t) = her, his, or their, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they

summary | hello there! idk if you do stan x reader but i'm requesting it anyways lol. so like y/n used live in Derry and even fought It with the losers but after that their family moved away. they came back though when they were like 16/17 and realize that after all this years they're still in love with stan? and they're like "well i don't have anything to lose" so they tell him and he likes them back and fluff? thanks

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You sighed as you stared at your ceiling. Your blanket was barely on you and even though you were cold, you had no intentions of adjusting it. The sun was bright through your window but you didn’t know that. You had done everything you could to mask its cheeriness. Today was just one of those days. One of those days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed, do nothing and listen to the sweet tunes of the radio.

A familiar beat met your ears and you couldn’t help but smile. You closed your eyes and began to sing along. As the words fell out of your mouth, you found yourself reminded of Stan.

“I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling

Gotta make you understand.” You sang, lightly tapping your foot on the bed.

“Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.”

Except, that’s exactly what you had done. You had said goodbye. You had given him up. You had deserted him. You groaned loudly and pushed your face against your pillow. You were so wrapped up in your self-pity that you didn’t even notice that your (g/n) walked in until you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.

“(Y/n)…” (S/h/t) trailed off. You grunted, signaling (h/h/t) to continue.

“What’s wrong?” (S/h/t) asked. You sighed and moved your face away from your pillow.

“Nothing. I’m just not feeling very good.” You replied.

“It seems like your always ‘not feeling very good’. You’re unhappy here, aren’t you?” (S/h/t) asked.

“No, I’m fine (g/n). It’s probably just because I’m getting older.” You mumbled. (S/h/t) raised (h/h/t) eyebrows before standing up.

“Oh, okay. If that’s the case then I guess you’d still be out of it if we moved back to Derry.” (S/h/t) said as she began to walk away. As soon as the words reached your ears, you sat bolt upright.

“Pardon?” You asked, not believing what you had just heard. Your (g/n) smiled.

“Well, I overheard my boss saying that he was letting some people go because of budget cuts. I thought it’d be nice if we sold all this fancy stuff and bought the next ticket to Maine, but, since it’s just ‘getting older’, I’m sure you’ll still be sad there.” (S/h/t) said. (S/h/t) began to open the door but before (s/h/t) could leave, you stumbled out of your bed.

“No! No no no no no! I hate it here! I hate the stupid school! I hate the stupid people! I hate the stupid stores! All of it! I just hate New York!” You shouted frantically. (S/h/t) laughed.

“Then you better help me move all this furniture outside.” (S/h/t) replied. You raised your eyebrows.

“Wait, why are we selling the furniture?” You asked.

“Well I called some old friends who still live in Derry and it turns out that no one even moved into the old house.” (S/h/t) answered.

“So it’s just been empty for all these years?” You questioned. (S/h/t) nodded.

“Empty except for everything we left there.”

>> timeskip <<

You smiled as your old house came into view. The wall’s paint was slightly peeling and the weeds were overgrowing but it was still so beautiful. Perhaps you only thought this because you had missed it so much, but either way, you were more than ecstatic to be there.

As soon as the car came to a not-so complete stop, you rushed out. Your feet hit the pavement and you found yourself running to the front door. You pushed it open with blunt force, laughing childishly as you jumped on your old couch. You stretched and smiled before a thought crossed your mind. M.B.

You got up faster than you ever had and ran outside, almost knocking your (g/n) over. You turned the corner of your house and ran to the back. It was surreal, honestly. Seeing your bike there, slightly rusted and leaning against the wall. The bike that had meant so much to you but you had to let go of was right there. You grasped the handlebars and could feel yourself about to start crying. Wow, (Y/n), crying over a bike. Nice.

You swung your leg over it and situated yourself, smiling at the foreign yet familiar feeling of the seat underneath you. You lifted the kickstand and pushed on the pedals ever so slightly. You began to ride away from the spot it had rested for years. You circled around your house once before slowing down as something caught your eye. You glanced through the window of your old bedroom and saw a folded piece of paper on the floor. Huh, I guess it fell out of one of my boxes when I was moving them. Wonder what it is?

You dismounted your bike and popped open the window, remembering that you always left it unlocked which probably wasn’t the best idea. You were kinda glad, it saved you the time of having to walk all the way back around. You steadied yourself and walked to the paper, picking it up and unfolding it. As your eyes began to scan it, your heart began to speed up.

Dear Stanley,

I guess I’m just gonna get all of this off my chest straight away. I’m moving to New York so I’m probably never going to see you again. I know, it sucks. I know I should’ve told you and the Losers in person but I guess… I guess I just didn’t have the courage. For me, writing this seems a lot easier than having to tell you face to face. But this is less of a farewell letter and more of a confession.

You see, I think I’m in love with you. Well actually, I know I’m in love with you. It all started the first day I met you when you asked if I wanted to be a part of the Loser’s Club. It didn’t mean much at first but as time progressed, I found myself so infatuated with you. I used to tell myself that it was just as best friends and nothing more, but I knew better than that.

I knew every time I looked at you and my heart sped up, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew every time you said my name and I had to look away because I turned so red, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew that every time you touched me and I got that stupid knot in my stomach, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. None of it was because you were my best friend. God this must sound so cheesy.

I don’t know if you ever returned my feelings, and I suppose I never will. Maybe I’m doing this because I don’t want to live with the constant reminder that I never did anything. That I never took the leap. By the time you read this, I’ll probably be halfway to New York. By the time you forgot about this, I’ll probably have forgotten you. I doubt that, though. I don’t think I could ever forget you. Not with a face like yours I couldn’t. If that’s the case then it’ll be really easy for you to forget me. There’s not much worth remembering anyway.

So here I am, at seven in the morning spending hours on writing a stupid love letter that you’ll probably just end up throwing away in seconds and reminiscing about the time we spent together. I’m sleep-deprived and running on nothing but coffee and pure adrenaline, so here’s to me, the person who was so scared of opening their mouth that they’ll never know whether he liked them back or not.

~(Y/n)&lt;3

As you finished reading it, your throat became dry. Four years ago you had spent so much time crafting this letter and here it was, sitting on your bedroom floor, rotting away with no one to appreciate it. You checked your watch and closed your eyes. You had to give this to him. You couldn’t just let this go to waste. Not again. You climbed out of your window and onto your bike. If the Losers were still the Losers, then you knew exactly where they’d be.

>> timeskip <<

You brought your bike to a stop behind the trees. You could see your friends from afar, drenched from head to toe in water. You smiled as you watched Eddie hold Richie underneath the water, and laughed as Bill tried to pull him away. Then there was Mike and Ben, innocently floating in the background. You couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing.

“Hey fellas, you wouldn’t know where I could find a boy named Stan, would you?” You asked, revealing yourself from the woods. They glanced at you nonchalantly before abruptly stopping what they were doing. They stared with open mouths as Richie popped back up from the water, coughing.

“What? Did I miss - Holy fuck! (Y/n) is that you?” He asked as he wiped the water from his eyes. You raised your eyebrows.

“How can you see me? Don’t tell me you’re wearing contacts?” You asked. He smirked.

“Yeah, I am. Kinda glad too, or else I wouldn’t be able to see that fine ass of yours. What are you doing looking for a square like Stan anyways?” He asked. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“That’s none of your business, Richie. All you need to know is that I’m looking for him.” You replied. He laughed.

“He said he saw a Mockingbird. Odds are he’s at his house obsessing over it.” He said with a shrug. You smiled.

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later. Next time your gonna do a group hangout, I’m sure my number hasn’t changed.” You called out as you walked back to your bike.

>> timeskip <<

The large house came into view and you could already feel your heart speeding up. You gripped your handlebars until your knuckles turned white. This is it. You exhaled and placed the kickstand down. After grabbing the letter from your pocket, you walked to the front door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and knocked. You could hear footsteps from the other side and held your breath as it opened.

“Hello, can I - (Y/n)?” Stan’s father said as he opened the door. You smiled.

“Hi Don, long time no see, huh?” You asked. He smiled and embraced you.

“Yes, too long actually. What are you doing back?” He asked as he pulled away.

“(G/n) thought it’d be nice to move back. Is uh, is Stan home?” You asked. He nodded and opened the door for you to come in. He lead you to Stan’s room, even though you still remembered how to get there. You nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek as he opened the door.

“Stanley, there’s someone here to see you,” Don said. Stan didn’t even move.

“Who is it?” He asked. You laughed.

“Why don’t you turn around and look.” You said. After hearing you, he turned around immediately. His eyes were wide as he stared at you.

“(Y/n)?” He asked. You smiled. Stan stood up and rushed towards you, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced. As you hugged him back, you could hear his dad shutting the door. Minutes passed by with nothing but sweet silence and the amazing smell of pine trees that Stan always seemed to emit. After he pulled away, he gave you a smile like never before.

“Hi.” He breathed out. You laughed.

“Hi.” You replied. Stan pulled away entirely but kept holding on to your shoulders. You looked down at your hands, the letter still firmly in your grip. You glanced up and sighed.

“Listen, before I get cold feet and end up not doing this I… I need you to read this.” You said and handed him the paper. He raised his eyebrows but unfolded it. You began to breathe faster as you watched his eyes read over the words. His face stayed stoic. After about two minutes, he looked at you. Before he could speak, you spoke first.

“I wrote that before I left. I put it inside the book I gave you, but I guess it fell out. I came here today so I could give it to you for laughs, but… but then you hugged me and all those stupid middle school feelings came rushing back. I thought maybe after four years away from you, I’d be fine but I’m not. I still love you.” You said. Stan stared at you as you covered your face, too embarrassed to let him see you. Nothing was said, and you knew this was a bad sign. You sighed.

“And you know, now that I’ve just got here and you obviously don’t return my feelings, we can just start over.” You said, your words still muffled by your hands.

You could feel Stan grab your wrists, moving them away from your face. You tried to keep your eyes on the floor but found it impossible when he grabbed your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. He lightly brought your face closer to his, pressing your lips together.

It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You were bewildered. Befuddled. You were just about every word in the dictionary at this point, but that didn’t stop you from kissing back. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you in closer, causing you to wrap yours around his neck. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity but you knew that your breath wouldn’t, so you pulled away. Stan smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You finally opened your mouth and found out that he did, in fact, like you back.”

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That Was Never Delivered | stanley uris

YOU ARE READING PART TWO

>> gif credit to @/juliendouvier on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Stanley Uris

reader | He/him (she ver.) (they ver.)

requested | @romantic-insanity

warnings | Swearing

word count | 2,272

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian’s noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc.), (h/h/t) = her, his, or their, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they

summary | hello there! idk if you do stan x reader but i'm requesting it anyways lol. so like y/n used live in Derry and even fought It with the losers but after that his family moved away. he came back though when he was like 16/17 and realize that after all this years he's still in love with stan? and he's like "well i don't have anything to lose" so he tells him and he likes him back and fluff? thanks sweetie💕

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You sighed as you stared at your ceiling. Your blanket was barely on you and even though you were cold, you had no intentions of adjusting it. The sun was bright through your window but you didn’t know that. You had done everything you could to mask its cheeriness. Today was just one of those days. One of those days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed, do nothing and listen to the sweet tunes of the radio.

A familiar beat met your ears and you couldn’t help but smile. You closed your eyes and began to sing along. As the words fell out of your mouth, you found yourself reminded of Stan.

“I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling

Gotta make you understand.” You sang, lightly tapping your foot on the bed.

“Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.”

Except, that’s exactly what you had done. You had said goodbye. You had given him up. You had deserted him. You groaned loudly and pushed your face against your pillow. You were so wrapped up in your self-pity that you didn’t even notice that your (g/n) walked in until you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.

“(Y/n)…” (S/h/t) trailed off. You grunted, signaling (h/h/t) to continue.

“What’s wrong?” (S/h/t) asked. You sighed and moved your face away from your pillow.

“Nothing. I’m just not feeling very good.” You replied.

“It seems like your always ‘not feeling very good’. You’re unhappy here, aren’t you?” (S/h/t) asked.

“No, I’m fine (g/n). It’s probably just because I’m getting older.” You mumbled. (S/h/t) raised (h/h/t) eyebrows before standing up.

“Oh, okay. If that’s the case then I guess you’d still be out of it if we moved back to Derry.” (S/h/t) said as she began to walk away. As soon as the words reached your ears, you sat bolt upright.

“Pardon?” You asked, not believing what you had just heard. Your (g/n) smiled.

“Well, I overheard my boss saying that he was letting some people go because of budget cuts. I thought it’d be nice if we sold all this fancy stuff and bought the next ticket to Maine, but, since it’s just ‘getting older’, I’m sure you’ll still be sad there.” (S/h/t) said. (S/h/t) began to open the door but before (s/h/t) could leave, you stumbled out of your bed.

“No! No no no no no! I hate it here! I hate the stupid school! I hate the stupid people! I hate the stupid stores! All of it! I just hate New York!” You shouted frantically. (S/h/t) laughed.

“Then you better help me move all this furniture outside.” (S/h/t) replied. You raised your eyebrows.

“Wait, why are we selling the furniture?” You asked.

“Well I called some old friends who still live in Derry and it turns out that no one even moved into the old house.” (S/h/t) answered.

“So it’s just been empty for all these years?” You questioned. (S/h/t) nodded.

“Empty except for everything we left there.”

>> timeskip <<

You smiled as your old house came into view. The wall’s paint was slightly peeling and the weeds were overgrowing but it was still so beautiful. Perhaps you only thought this because you had missed it so much, but either way, you were more than ecstatic to be there.

As soon as the car came to a not-so complete stop, you rushed out. Your feet hit the pavement and you found yourself running to the front door. You pushed it open with blunt force, laughing childishly as you jumped on your old couch. You stretched and smiled before a thought crossed your mind. M.B.

You got up faster than you ever had and ran outside, almost knocking your (g/n) over. You turned the corner of your house and ran to the back. It was surreal, honestly. Seeing your bike there, slightly rusted and leaning against the wall. The bike that had meant so much to you but you had to let go of was right there. You grasped the handlebars and could feel yourself about to start crying. Wow, (Y/n), crying over a bike. Nice.

You swung your leg over it and situated yourself, smiling at the foreign yet familiar feeling of the seat underneath you. You lifted the kickstand and pushed on the pedals ever so slightly. You began to ride away from the spot it had rested for years. You circled around your house once before slowing down as something caught your eye. You glanced through the window of your old bedroom and saw a folded piece of paper on the floor. Huh, I guess it fell out of one of my boxes when I was moving them. Wonder what it is?

You dismounted your bike and popped open the window, remembering that you always left it unlocked which probably wasn’t the best idea. You were kinda glad, it saved you the time of having to walk all the way back around. You steadied yourself and walked to the paper, picking it up and unfolding it. As your eyes began to scan it, your heart began to speed up.

Dear Stanley,

I guess I’m just gonna get all of this off my chest straight away. I’m moving to New York so I’m probably never going to see you again. I know, it sucks. I know I should’ve told you and the Losers in person but I guess… I guess I just didn’t have the courage. For me, writing this seems a lot easier than having to tell you face to face. But this is less of a farewell letter and more of a confession.

You see, I think I’m in love with you. Well actually, I know I’m in love with you. It all started the first day I met you when you asked if I wanted to be a part of the Loser’s Club. It didn’t mean much at first but as time progressed, I found myself so infatuated with you. I used to tell myself that it was just as best friends and nothing more, but I knew better than that.

I knew every time I looked at you and my heart sped up, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew every time you said my name and I had to look away because I turned so red, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew that every time you touched me and I got that stupid knot in my stomach, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. None of it was because you were my best friend. God this must sound so cheesy.

I don’t know if you ever returned my feelings, and I suppose I never will. Maybe I’m doing this because I don’t want to live with the constant reminder that I never did anything. That I never took the leap. By the time you read this, I’ll probably be halfway to New York. By the time you forgot about this, I’ll probably have forgotten you. I doubt that, though. I don’t think I could ever forget you. Not with a face like yours I couldn’t. If that’s the case then it’ll be really easy for you to forget me. There’s not much worth remembering anyway.

So here I am, at seven in the morning spending hours on writing a stupid love letter that you’ll probably just end up throwing away in seconds and reminiscing about the time we spent together. I’m sleep-deprived and running on nothing but coffee and pure adrenaline, so here’s to me, the boy who was so scared of opening his mouth that he’ll never know whether he liked him back or not.

~(Y/n)&lt;3

As you finished reading it, your throat became dry. Four years ago you had spent so much time crafting this letter and here it was, sitting on your bedroom floor, rotting away with no one to appreciate it. You checked your watch and closed your eyes. You had to give this to him. You couldn’t just let this go to waste. Not again. You climbed out of your window and onto your bike. If the Losers were still the Losers, then you knew exactly where they’d be.

>> timeskip <<

You brought your bike to a stop behind the trees. You could see your friends from afar, drenched from head to toe in water. You smiled as you watched Eddie hold Richie underneath the water, and laughed as Bill tried to pull him away. Then there was Mike and Ben, innocently floating in the background. You couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing.

“Hey fellas, you wouldn’t know where I could find a boy named Stan, would you?” You asked, revealing yourself from the woods. They glanced at you nonchalantly before abruptly stopping what they were doing. They stared with open mouths as Richie popped back up from the water, coughing.

“What? Did I miss - Holy fuck! (Y/n) is that you?” He asked as he wiped the water from his eyes. You raised your eyebrows.

“How can you see me? Don’t tell me you’re wearing contacts?” You asked. He smirked.

“Yeah, I am. Kinda glad too, or else I wouldn’t be able to see that fine ass of yours. What are you doing looking for a square like Stan anyways?” He asked. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“That’s none of your business, Richie. All you need to know is that I’m looking for him.” You replied. He laughed.

“He said he saw a Mockingbird. Odds are he’s at his house obsessing over it.” He said with a shrug. You smiled.

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later. Next time your gonna do a group hangout, I’m sure my number hasn’t changed.” You called out as you walked back to your bike.

>> timeskip <<

The large house came into view and you could already feel your heart speeding up. You gripped your handlebars until your knuckles turned white. This is it. You exhaled and placed the kickstand down. After grabbing the letter from your pocket, you walked to the front door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and knocked. You could hear footsteps from the other side and held your breath as it opened.

“Hello, can I - (Y/n)?” Stan’s father said as he opened the door. You smiled.

“Hi Don, long time no see, huh?” You asked. He smiled and embraced you.

“Yes, too long actually. What are you doing back?” He asked as he pulled away.

“(G/n) thought it’d be nice to move back. Is uh, is Stan home?” You asked. He nodded and opened the door for you to come in. He lead you to Stan’s room, even though you still remembered how to get there. You nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek as he opened the door.

“Stanley, there’s someone here to see you,” Don said. Stan didn’t even move.

“Who is it?” He asked. You laughed.

“Why don’t you turn around and look.” You said. After hearing you, he turned around immediately. His eyes were wide as he stared at you.

“(Y/n)?” He asked. You smiled. Stan stood up and rushed towards you, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced. As you hugged him back, you could hear his dad shutting the door. Minutes passed by with nothing but sweet silence and the amazing smell of pine trees that Stan always seemed to emit. After he pulled away, he gave you a smile like never before.

“Hi.” He breathed out. You laughed.

“Hi.” You replied. Stan pulled away entirely but kept holding on to your shoulders. You looked down at your hands, the letter still firmly in your grip. You glanced up and sighed.

“Listen, before I get cold feet and end up not doing this I… I need you to read this.” You said and handed him the paper. He raised his eyebrows but unfolded it. You began to breathe faster as you watched his eyes read over the words. His face stayed stoic. After about two minutes, he looked at you. Before he could speak, you spoke first.

“I wrote that before I left. I put it inside the book I gave you, but I guess it fell out. I came here today so I could give it to you for laughs, but… but then you hugged me and all those stupid middle school feelings came rushing back. I thought maybe after four years away from you, I’d be fine but I’m not. I still love you.” You said. Stan stared at you as you covered your face, too embarrassed to let him see you. Nothing was said, and you knew this was a bad sign. You sighed.

“And you know, now that I’ve just got here and you obviously don’t return my feelings, we can just start over.” You said, your words still muffled by your hands.

You could feel Stan grab your wrists, moving them away from your face. You tried to keep your eyes on the floor but found it impossible when he grabbed your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. He lightly brought your face closer to his, pressing your lips together.

It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You were bewildered. Befuddled. You were just about every word in the dictionary at this point, but that didn’t stop you from kissing back. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you in closer, causing you to wrap yours around his neck. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity but you knew that your breath wouldn’t, so you pulled away. Stan smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You finally opened your mouth and found out that he did, in fact, like you back.”

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