#stan Uris deserved better

[whatthefuckisasweep]

i wish to repair the fandom trauma we have with baths and stan. what if he had a rather… really nice one? :,)

[darkcrowprincess]

The losers club parents:

*trigger warning use of homophobic words*

*their parents have all noticed their children have been missing together for hours. They start looking in all the spots the kids hang out.*

Mrs and Mr Uris calling out together, their voices echoing together out near the barrens: STAN!! STANLEY!

Mrs Denbrough freaking out and hyper ventilating: We cant lose another child Zack! I can't lose another baby!

Mr Denbrough tries to console her but it feels like empty words: We'll find him. He'll be alright. Its not like Georgie he's with his friends.

Mr and Mrs Hanlon yell out together next: MIKE!!

Sonia Kaspbrak: Your children are never going near Eddie again! You hear me!

Mr and Mrs Hanlon call out again: MIKE!

Maggie Tozier is unfortunately stuck near Sonia, her husband up ahead with Ms Hanscom so they both could call out for Richie and Ben together. The parents have spread out in a big circle near the woods of the barrens. Each calling out their childrens names hoping they'll hear it. Maggie was unfortunately left to deal with Sonia( who they were surprised that the hypochondriac actually agreed to look with them)

Maggie tries to be nice and puts a comforting hand on Sonia's shoulder: Sonia it will be alright. Well find them. It's not any of the boys fault.

Sonia slaps the women's hand away and goes on a horrible tirade: NO! My Eddie Bear is delicate. He should have never run off with any of these boys! Especially your son!

Maggie is finally pissed off(and protective): What do you mean by that?!

Sonia with a cruel smile on her face: You know what your son is like. The whole town knows what a dirty boy he is. But I will not have that little faggot infecting my son with his disgusting feelings!

Maggie slaps the woman hard across her face. Red is in her vision. Her long nails leave scratches along her fat cheek.

Wentworth, goes to stop his wife from full on beating the shit out of Eddies bitch of a mother: Maggie!

Maggie: Our children are missing and all you care about is saying hurtful things about my son! I don't give a shit if my son is gay or both our kids have feelings for each other! As long as they're happy!

Maggie is about to jump on the vile woman but her husband picks her up. She's still tries to kick and hit at Sonia (unknowingly, she looks a lot like her son in that moment).

Maggie: You are a vile woman and your son deserves better. FRANK WOULD HATE YOU, especially for what your doing to your son.

Sonia: YOU BITCH! You take that back!

Sonia is held back by Mr and Mrs Denbrough.

Maggie: Why its not like I'm lying, Frank if he was alive right now would take Eddie away from you and never look back! And it be within his right! Your suffocating your son!

Sonia screams in anger: I'm protecting him! Its because of all your kids!

The two mothers keep fighting. Which causes the other parents to come closer and try to help. Unknowingly their children are at the top of the cliff of the barrens hearing everything.

All 7 of the losers peak their heads over the cliff to watch everything. Like little animals popping their heads out of hidding.

Eddie and Richie both stare at each other in shock.

Bill: W-we need to get down there. I-I can't believe t-the-y ww-were looking for us.

Richie: Do we have to, I'm actually finding it really cool how badass my mom is being right now.

Bill: R-richie! What about Eddie?!

Eddie with a bit of satisfaction for himself: Give it a few more minutes. Mrs Tozier just tackled my mom into the mud.

The losers all look back to see the fight.

Eddie to Richie: Your mom is so cool.

Richie with stars in his eyes: 🤩 I know right.

Richie without thinking moves fully out of hiding to cheer his mom on: GO MOM!

Maggie who finally hears her son, looks up to see the kids on the cliff: RICHIE?!

The other losers: Richie! How are we suppose to explain this to them?!

*This being the fact that they just finished fighting an evil space clown*

Richie: Oops.

Maggie dropping Sonia Kaspbrak back into the mud, yells back up to her son: RICHARD WENTWORTH TOZIER! Get your ass down here now! You know how worried we have all been!

Richie nervous now: Ooooh full name not good.

[reddie-ao3feed]

I (don't) deserve this

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/V6ikng0 by watchoutforthefanfics “Stan?” Eddie asked, and his throat felt scratchy like he hadn't spoken in a long time. And he doesn't know how he could tell. But it was. It was Stanley Uris. Tight brown curls, and a soft sweater, and that same pinched frown. It was Stanley. Eddie felt fucking elated for a second, smiling, “Stanley? Shit, I’m so-” And then, something settled under his skin -heavy like lead. “You're…” Eddie breathed out, unable to finish his sentence. Because if he did, it would be real. He would be- “Dead,” Stanley finished, “-Eddie, you're… Did it not work? Is It-” “No, no, they-” Eddie let out a breath, “-they did it. I know they did. They were doing it when I…” Stanley just seemed to relax a second, but then something settled onto him. And something shot through Eddie then. That's Stan… Stan's… I'm- “Fuck this,” Eddie growled out, eyes darting along the landscape, “-no, fuck this. I'm not dead. No-” “Eddie,” Stanley placed his hands on his shoulders, lips pressed into a heavy frown, “-you're dead.” Or Eddie Kaspbrak dies, and decides to fight (the turtle) god about it. Words: 8708, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Stanley Uris Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Kaspbrak Lives, It's Not a Fix-It if Stanley Uris is Dead, Stanley Uris Lives, Mentioned Patricia Blum Uris, Mentioned Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Post-Canon Fix-It, Eddie dies but like decides to fight it, Explicit Language, Excessive Capitalization, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Song: I Love You I'm Sorry (Gracie Abrams), Temporary Character Death, (both Eddie and Stanley are dead for a little bit), The Turtle CAN Help Us (IT), Love Confessions, (Richie confesses before Eddie dies), Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier-centric, Arguing with God, Post-IT Chapter Two (2019), POV Eddie Kaspbrak, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Blood and Injury, Richie Tozier is Not Okay, Adult Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Little Shit, (he literally argues with God), Eddie Kaspbrak is So Done, The Losers Club Deserve Happiness (IT), Post-Canon, Movie: IT Chapter Two (2019), IT Chapter Two Fix-It, Fix-It, T for trashmouth, the whole eddie's death scene is different so work with me, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, Gay Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Mess, Major Character Injury, (eddie does in fact die but like only for a little bit), Major Character Undeath, Eddie Kaspbrak is Stubborn, Men Crying, (Obviously), you know those fics where Eddie is super oblivious and hesitant?, this is not one of them, Mentioned Maturin | The Turtle, Afterlife, (they do go there), Eddie Kaspbrak is a Good Friend, Stanley Uris is a Good Friend, (this actually dives into their friendship a lot), The Author was Bitter, yeah - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fear, Fear of Death, deathbed confessions, also Richie and Eddie are alluded to have sex at the end, no like scene or anything though read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/V6ikng0

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[unfinishedslurs]

Flip of a coin

(I got really into Richie and Patty fics for a while so this is based off all the ones I read. Which was every single one published before roughly halfway into 2021)

Patty remembers that Stan always had a strange obsession with Richie Tozier.

He kept up with the news around him, watched his specials even though he rarely laughed and hated them with a passion. I don’t know why, Babylove, he’d say, but I don’t think he writes his own stuff. Have you seen his interviews? They’re much funnier. It was one of his little oddities, like his need to buy every Bill Denbrough book ever published, or buy clothing from the Rogan&Marsh line, even though he’d never much cared for fashion. These obsessions made a lot more sense after Stan’s hastily scratched letter, detailing a clown and impossible things that Patty clung to in a desperate attempt to rationalize.

She knows, distantly, though gossip and magazines at the store, that he’d broken down on stage the same day Stan died. She knows he’d cancelled all his future events, made a serious video where he confessed the ghostwriters, came out as bisexual, and said he was going to take a break from comedy.

According to the internet, he’s currently on a cocaine binge in Guatemala. According to Patty’s eyes, he’s in Georgia, looking less like a man on cocaine and more like a man whose life had been steamrolled with no idea what to do with the empty space left behind.

“Patty Uris?”

She looks at him, and sees a tragedy told in three parts. A greeting, some growing, a goodbye. She looks at him, and sees a mirror.

She looks at him, and knows he sees her too.

“Blum-Uris, actually,” she says, and opens the door to let him inside.

—

“You could always try voice acting.”

“You sound like my manager. I came here to get away from my manager.”

—

Richie makes Patty laugh for the first time since Stan died

—

Richie has a nice chest for crying, she thinks, and hysterical laughter tumbles out with her tears.

—

“It’s just…I love them. I do. They’re my family, God, they deserve every happy ending they get, but I’m jealous. I’m jealous and angry and I don’t understand why they get to move on when...”

“Our happy ending was with them.”

“Yeah, that.”

They stayed silent for a while, until Richie breaks it by taking a swig and saying, “Bev’s pregnant.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s freaking out about it. I don’t think they meant to have a baby this soon. Or ever. I don’t think they realized that with the clown gone they could have a baby. And she just got out of her shitty marriage after her childhood with a shitty dad, and…yeah, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. She’s had about five panic attacks since she found out.”

“When did she find out?”

“Yesterday.”

Patty isn’t resentful. She thinks of all the years she and Stan spent trying to conceive, and how they eventually decided they’d be better off waiting anyways. They’d looked up adoption agencies a few times, but ultimately agreed it wasn’t the right time. She isn’t sure whether she’s grateful they never got around to it, that she doesn’t have to be a parent all on her own on top of everything else, or if the fact that she could have a piece of Stan right now, a small, babbling infant with his eyes and blood, makes her want to cry. Probably both.

She isn’t resentful, but she is jealous. It doesn’t matter. She’s a big girl, she can handle it.

She is going to be the best aunt ever.

“Do you think she’d appreciate another girl talking her through it?”

“Probably. You should call her and see.” He takes another long pull. “They want to name it after one of them. Stan or Eddie. Maybe both. She asked me to ask you whether you’d be okay with that.”

It takes a minute for that to register, and another five to get around the ache in her throat. “That’s…he’d love that.” He would. He’d pretend it bothered him, or that he wouldn’t want it, but he’d probably cry the minute he heard it.

Traditional, too, to name the baby after him, though she wasn’t sure he’d care so much about that part. She doubted his friends even realized.

“That a yes?”

No. “Yes.”

—

“He said…Patty,” he sobs. “Patty, he loved me back. He loved me back, but it didn't matter because he died and he’s gone and I spent two months begging and praying and getting drunk off my ass and it didn’t matter because he’s fucking dead.”

“It mattered to him, Richie.”

“Not enough to survive. Not enough to fucking say it without choking on the fucking blood in his mouth just to say—” he chokes the words down.

She rubs his back. “Don’t let it fester,” she reminds him, and the dam breaks.

“Why the fuck didn’t I just say it?” He explodes. “Why the fuck did I spend my entire fucking childhood pining for his firey ass when we could have had some fucking time? Why didn’t he say something? If he’d just fucking said it sooner, said anything…he was always the brave one between us. And it ended up with him fucking dead, and me on this fucking couch with you crying over misssed opportunities like a fucking…I dunno, Pats.”

“I know.”

“I don’t mean I don’t like sitting here with you,” he adds unnecessarily. They both know it’s unnecessary. She lets him do it anyway. “I just wish we were bonding over fucking…wedding photos or some shit.”

If she lays her head back and closes her eyes, she can picture it.

—

Patty breaks her fist on the wall.

It was bound to happen eventually. She’s been cycling through the anger stage of her grief for a month. Something was going to give.

Not the wall, though.

Richie takes her to the hospital.

“Sorry,” she says on the way there. She thinks she may be crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it just happened, I swear—”

“Patty.”

“I’m sorry,” she says again. She’s not talking to Richie anymore. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

She doesn’t realize that he’s pulled over until he’s grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her into his arms, both of them leaning uncomfortably over the gearshift. She doesn’t mind.

“I don’t understand,” she sobs into his chest. “I don’t know what I did wrong. Why couldn’t he just stay?

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Richie says. She thinks she can feel him shaking. “It…he made his choices.”

She pulls away, suddenly furious. “That’s the problem! He fucking made that choice! He deliberately decided to leave me! And everyone says that he must have been suffering, that he must have been secretly unhappy, but I know better. We were fucking happy! Life wasn’t fucking perfect, but it was good. And he threw it all away, for—for what? What the hell was it all for?”

“I dunno, Pats, I think it was to save me and my friends,” Richie says dryly, and she knows, okay, she knows she’s angry, she knows he uses humor as his coping mechanism, she knows those two things can make a deadly combination that will leave ash in her mouth for weeks.

She says it anyways. “And look how well that worked out.”

His face shutters, and the regret comes pouring in as he turns back to the steering wheel without saying anything else. “Richie…”

“I know,” he says, holding up a hand. “I know you didn’t mean it. Let's get you to the hospital already.”

The rest of the drive is silent.

—

“Richie, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Pattycakes. I forgive you.”

“I know, but I need to say it anyways, because I’m glad you’re here, Rich. I want you here. It’s just…”

I wish things were different.

“I get it.”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t, not really, but it’s the closest thing she has. Just like she’s the closest thing he has. They’re two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?

“I blame him sometimes, you know?” Richie admits quietly. “For Eddie. It was supposed to be the seven of us…sometimes I think we could have all made it out, if he hadn’t been such a fucking—” he breaks off, taking his glasses off to rub a hand over his face. “Sorry.”

“No, I get it.”

They smile at each other, bitter things in a bitter world, because she knows Richie’s thinking the same thing she just was. She doesn’t get it, not really, but she knows better than anyone the pain of loving and hating Stanley Blum-Uris.

Flip of the coin. Heads, a life together, tails, a life apart.

—

They’re not filling the holes in each other’s lives. They’re too…them for that. There’s nothing romantic about the way Patty will sometimes make Richie’s coffee with two sugars and no cream and break down, or the days Richie will get a far off look in his eye when she does, and then they’re both mourning two different kinds of loss. They’ll never know how Eddie liked his coffee, after all.

Nothing romantic about the nights Richie wakes up screaming Eddie’s name either. They both have nightmares, but Patty’s are quieter.

They’re not filling the holes, but they’re not not filling them either. Hole-adjacent. The ache in Richie’s voice when he says Pats instead of Eds, the equal aching in her chest when she wakes up to see a dark head that isn’t her husbands.

So, no, they’re not in love. She doesn’t feel that way about him. Doesn’t think she could, even without the dead hovering over their shoulders like shrouds. They’re too similar in their differences, not each other’s types, any number of reasons they could never fall in love.

Sometimes, though, she wishes they did. Wishes Richie were the one she met at that party, wishes Richie wore a matching wedding band to the one she’s moved to her right finger.

She knows it’s less about Richie, though, and more about not feeling like she’s being picked at from the inside out. The fantasies are there because he is, not of any actual desire for a romantic connection. Doesn’t stop her from dreaming.

She only voices it to him once.

“Do you think, if things were different, we would have made a good couple?” Patty doesn’t really think so, or want to think about it, but the wine is making her maudlin and she misses him. Misses Stan so much her insides feel like a bag of rocks that’s just waiting to split open and spill out every part of her. She hates it, the missing. More than anything.

Richie snorts.

“No, really.”

“Maybe, Batty-Patty,” he says, shooting her a grin that misses humor by a mile.

She laughs at that. “I am batty for asking, aren’t I?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” He did, just through the name, but she won’t point it out.

“We’re not compatible.”

“Nope.” He punctuates it with a drink.

“I wish we were,” she says fiercely. “I wish I’d fallen in love with you instead.”

He lowers his glass, expression somber, and watches her for a minute. Whatever he sees in her face makes his mouth quirk.

“You don’t mean that,” he tells her.

“I want to.”

“And I want to have not wasted my career parroting other people's bullshit. It is what it is, Batsy.”

That makes her giggle, despite herself. “Batsy?”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“I love it,” she says. She does. It’s fitting. “Pour me another glass.”

He indulges her, then himself. “We never could have been a good couple,” he says, trying and failing to seem flippant, “but, you know, my mom always wanted me to have a sister.”

“A sister, huh?” She stares at him, considering. “Is that what we are? Siblings?”

“Well, no,” he shrugs, “but I think it fits better than anything else.”

—

They make a chore chart.

It’s kind of dumb, Patty thinks. Objectively. They’re not college kids, they should be able to do housework on their own, without prompting.

She and Stan had never needed one.

But that’s the whole problem, isn’t it? Stan’s gone, and Richie’s here, and they both have days where they can’t even get out of bed, much less remember to make dinner or wash the dishes. The chart helps. It helps a lot.

—

Patty doesn’t sing much anymore.

—

She and Richie both have a four drink limit, established sometime between the third time Richie finds her sobbing in the bathtub, and the seventh time Patty finds him comatose on the floor. They pretend not to notice when the other breaks it.

[sunshinereddie]

HEY stanley is my favorite loser pls tell me your. thoughts about him 🙏🏼🙏🏼

HELLO. stanley ???? stanley uris ???? you mean my most favourite sweet boy of all time ???? AAAHHHHH DHSJSJSKHSAK i love stanley so much !!!!

i made a post ab this before i disappeared but i go through cycles of my favourite loser. like every few months my favourite loser changes (because i truly do love them all and i cannot pick) and right now i’m in the stanley part of my cycle.

he’s just so ?????? the most character of all time ?????? like of course i love all the losers but when i sit down and actually think about stanley and his character i just. dvsjsgakgskaha i don’t even really know how to describe it but stanley has a very very special place in my heart and he deserved better. i also have a few stan-centric fics on the go atm so recently he has just been on my mind !!!!!!

[liv45no]

My reddie Ordner on instagram is an actual rainbow. Scrolling through, you’ll have heartbreaking reddie edits of Eddie dying, a Richie-is-awesome edit with Eminem in the background, Reddie depression again, Beverly-marsh-is-a-goddess-edits, the-losers-are-such-wholesome-friends-edit, Reddie depression again, random IT/Losers Club fanart, we-miss-our-boy-stanley-uris, stenbrough, hanbrough, miniseries reddie depression, Gays-are-swag-lgbtq-edits (in where you’ll also find Reddie mentioned), reddie/losers club/Pennywise memes, random cosplay, random benverly, we-stan-stanley-uris, it miniseries again, r.i.p.-jonathan-brandis, Dennis-Christopher-as-eddie-kaspbrak-is-just-💕💕💕💕, richiexmax-edits, random fanart, conan grey and Adele singing about their lost loves (reddie depression), reddie-fanart-tiktoks, miniseries-stenbrough, miniseries-hanbrough, lgbtq-appreciation, Reddie-tumblr, the-losers-club-are-found-family, IT cast 2017/19, IT cast 1990, Bev-marsh-has-daddy-issues, reddie fanart, Stan-Uris-deserves-better, and bill-Hader-🤝-Jessica-chastain-interview.

[watchoutforthefanfics]

my oneshots...

CONTENT TAGS:

😳 - smut

🫣 - suggestive

💞 - fluff

⛈️ - angst

REDDIE (IT):

a carving on some wood || ⛈️, 💞

Summary: (REQUEST) "can u do one where eddie catches richie carving r+e into the kissing bridge"

Available on Ao3

again, again, again || ⛈️,💞

Summary: Eddie's dead.

Richie's eyes eventually closed. Darkness taking over his vision, as he laid his head against the stiff pillow. He knew it'd hurt in the morning, or it should. Richie didn't feel shit anymore. He didn’t think he ever would again.

Even still, they shut.

And he dreamt of a turtle, something about him recognized it. Even though he'd never seen it before.

When he started coming to, his head did really fucking hurt, like a sharp pain. Not the dull ache it should have been. What the fuck was in these pillows?

"Richie-"

Richie's eyes snapped open, and he wasn't in the Townhouse anymore, not on the shitty bed, not fucking hungover like he should be. And he... And he-

"Eddie?"

Or Richie Tozier gets stuck in a timeloop.

call me hot (not pretty) || 💞, ⛈️

Summary: Beverly pulled the conversation that time, “Why don't you ask him out?” Mike nodded at her, almost in agreement. “Because-” Eddie started flailing his hands around a moment, “-I've had this dream since fucking 6th grade that Richie would ask me out.” Beverly stared at him sympathetically then and opened her mouth to say something. “You can ask him out first,” Stan interrupted, pointing out, “-and then he can ask you out. Simple.” “It's not-” “I get it, Eddie,” Mike followed, maybe trying to break up fucking… Stan, “-he's been flirting with you for so long, you just want to see him execute on it.” “Yes, yeah,” Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair, “-it's kinda fucked up if I have to finally do it.” “Well,” Bev pursed her lips (cherry red, it was kinda her signature thing) like she was thinking, “-why don't you just kick it up a notch?” Or Eddie is stubborn and wants Richie to make the first move (Beverly has a solution).

goodbye for now || ⛈️

Summary: Richie was ready to leave Derry. But that doesn't mean he's ready to leave everything in it.

Available on Ao3 (soon)

I (don't) deserve this || ⛈️, 💞

Summary: “Stan?” Eddie asked, and his throat felt scratchy like he hadn't spoken in a long time.

And he doesn't know how he could tell. But it was. It was Stanley Uris. Tight brown curls, and a soft sweater, and that same pinched frown. It was Stanley. Eddie felt fucking elated for a second, smiling, “Stanley? Shit, I’m so-” And then, something settled under his skin -heavy like lead. “You're…” Eddie breathed out, unable to finish his sentence. Because if he did, it would be real. He would be- “Dead,” Stanley finished, “-Eddie, you're… Did it not work? Is It-” “No, no, they-” Eddie let out a breath, “-they did it. I know they did. They were doing it when I…” Stanley just seemed to relax a second, but then something settled onto him. And something shot through Eddie then. That's Stan… Stan's… I'm- “Fuck this,” Eddie growled out, eyes darting along the landscape, “-no, fuck this. I'm not dead. No-” “Eddie,” Stanley placed his hands on his shoulders, lips pressed into a heavy frown, “-you're dead.” Or Eddie Kaspbrak dies, and decides to fight (the turtle) god about it.

I'll follow you (until you love me) || ⛈️, 💞

Summary: (REQUEST) When Eddie finally got to be with Richie, he never really thought of what that would mean. Other than waking up with him and dealing with him every day (which he'd say he hated but he actually loved). The harsh reality of Richie being a famous comedian (being recently involved in a scandal and then coming out didn't really make it any better) is overwhelming, especially when he experiences it's fruits for the first time.

Available on Ao3

I need you here to stay || ⛈️, 💞

Summary: Richie sees Eddie's death in the deadlights, and by the grace of god rolls him away. Before he can stop himself (memories of just blood and leaving him in the sewers), he confesses his love. And somehow, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

Available on Ao3

SPN:

the apple pie life for me (and you) // Fandom: Destiel || ⛈️, 💞

Summary: 'One minute, Castiel is confessing his love as he sacrifices himself, so Dean can live. The next, Dean is dead, and Castiel's avoiding him in Heaven. Or maybe Dean's avoiding him. Dean has probably never been more confused in his life, feelings for his best friend and all.'

Available on Ao3

Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who):

Curse of the Companion // Fandom: Eleventh Doctor × you || ⛈️

Summary: anon request "the reader deals with the consequences of being the doctor's companion and unrequited love."

My John // Fandom: Eleventh Doctor x you || ⛈️, 💞

Summary: At the news of an unknown distress call from the Tardis, the Doctor must go undercover. With the trust of thousands of years, he places himself (both watch and being) into your hands. Enter Dr. John Smith (not really a medical doctor just has his doctorate) your new roommate.

Available on Ao3

[michoelbicho]

“…If you wait around a while I make you fall for me, I promise you I will”

[floralreddie]

The bird puzzle scene with Stan is probably one of my most loved characterisation scenes of him. I mean, what a refined and perfect creature he is. I feel he just absolutely resonates this collectedness which really keeps the group in tact whether people realise this or not. He could honestly do no wrong and in saying that he is probably the most calculated yet boldly understated loser and we need to cherish this.

this. just....this my dude

[loverboytrashmouth]

don’t mind me just thinking about how stan wanted the losers to stay friends forever SO BADLY he was so worried they weren’t gonna be friends as adults and then they didn’t stay friends and then stan didn’t get to see them all again before he died it’s fine i’m fine

[tsuchann]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎''𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬; 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒

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notes: not really a songfic but i did write this while listening to “you are in love” by taylor swift

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it happened gradually, happened without you even noticing. so slow you didn’t realize (as most things do) until your thoughts wandered to him any time you listened to a love song, or until your mind was too focused on sweet words he said to you that day instead of sleep, or until you were staring into his pretty doe eyes for a moment too long, counting the colors.

you can’t quite remember when it started- maybe when he complimented your dancing during the 6th grade dance even though you stepped on his foot a gazillion times (and you had heels on), or when he held you as you cried a week straight after your pet hamster died with no complaints, or hell maybe it was on the very elementary playground you met.

you’re not sure why either. maybe it was because he never failed to catch you when you tripped over air (even if he had to sprint from a couple feet away), or maybe because he always held your hand anytime you saw him, or maybe it was because he was just so undeniably stanley.

and you couldn’t get enough.

you can, however, pinpoint the exact moment you realized- it was too memorable to forget and you were sure you would be able to pass the story off for bedtime when you and stanley eventually have kids like you both knew you wanted (though you weren’t sure if you’d want them with anyone else).

it was saturday night- of course it was, the losers were cooped up in bill's basement, a random horror movie playing on the tv while the rest of your friends began to doze off.

richie and eddie wrapped in a cocoon blanket on the floor, mike on the armchair, and bill, bev, and ben squeezed on the couch. you and stan take the loveseat (as always)- your body on top of stanley's own, arms tangled, and legs hanging slightly off the loveseat's arm.

he was still awake, as far as you could tell. either that or he was humming in his sleep. his fingers were tangled in your hair, braiding it maybe, or just toying with it. your face in the nook where his neck and shoulder dove to meet as you played with the fingers on his other hand absentmindedly.

he shifted a bit, and let go of your hand to place his keys on the table and out of his pocket so it would stop poking his leg. but, his finger hit the corner of the table as he went to hold your hand again, and he hisses out a quiet “fuck.”

you let out a tired giggle, all you could muster in your sleepy state. “language.”

you could almost feel stan roll his eyes, his pretty eyes.

“didn't know you were awake, angel.” he mumbles, trying to play it off, but you can hear the smile in his voice. god, those damn pet names that make your stomach flutter.

you shift to rest your chin on the palms of your hands, elbows trapping stan's torso between them, so you can look up at him just to find him smiling fondly down at you. you don't say anything, just stare at him, admiring him with a dopey smile.

that's when it hits you, you think, as your eyes land on his lips. friends don't want to push their lips against each other's until they need to come up for air again. friends don't wonder how good their lips would feel against your neck. friends don't think about each other like that.

his smile widens, cheeks flushing a little as you unconsciously reach out and grab his hand again, interlocking your fingers. “you look sleepy, babylove.”

babylove.

you gulp, smiling weakly when all you wanna do is tell this boy how infatuated you really are with him. “just nearly there, love.” you offer, pet names slipping out so naturally and you realize you barely call each other by your names anymore.

it happens gradually, you think, but it doesn't seem like it. it seems like it hits you like a train, so fast, faster than your heart beating when he smiles.

he hums contently, carding his fingers in your hair. god, this boy, this boy. you were whipped.

“you're my best friend, y/n.” he says, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

you smile back, but you don't meet his eyes. just a best friend. “you're mine, too, stannie.” you reply meekly.

regardless, you drift off to sleep comfortably in his safe arms.

“i love you.” you said once, nervous even though you had said it before. but, that was before you realized the real intensity of your love for stan.

stan grinned blindingly down at you, standing tall over you still in his baseball jersey, sticky with sweat, curls sticking to his forehead, and eyes bright after winning his game. “i know, angel. i love you, too!”

he pulled you closer by your waist, leaving his hands to rest at the curve on your back, pressing your chests impossibly closer.

“yeah.. but,” you averted your eyes, making his eyebrows knit in confusion. “i love you... but,” you but your lip, finally meeting his eyes again as his stared down questioningly.

“but?” he prodded in that voice you loved so much- you loved everything about him so so much.

your voice was quiet, “more than.. just a friend.”

his eyes widened, you could see it, and you prepared yourself for a rejection, but before you could even say anything, he was pushing his lips on yours.

cheers erupted from around you and whoops of “stan the man's getting some!”- right, you were at a party with all of stan's teammates and more-but you couldn't find it in you to care as he locked your fingers and smiled into your first kiss.

it happens so slow, so fast- you shrugged, only took you 8 years.

god, you were so in love.

[stansgazebo]

Today I’m supposed to become a man, but I don’t feel any different. I know I’m a Loser. And no matter what… I always fucking will be.

[reddie-ao3feed]

again again again

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mvo5PEb by watchoutforthefanfics Eddie's dead. Richie's eyes eventually closed. Darkness taking over his vision, as he laid his head against the stiff pillow. He knew it'd hurt in the morning, or it should. Richie didn't feel shit anymore. He didn’t think he ever would again. Even still, they shut. And he dreamt of a turtle, something about him recognized it. Even though he'd never seen it before. When he started coming to, his head did really fucking hurt, like a sharp pain. Not the dull ache it should have been. What the fuck was in these pillows? "Richie-" Richie's eyes snapped open, and he wasn't in the Townhouse anymore, not on the shitty bed, not fucking hungover like he should be. And he... And he- "Eddie?" Or Richie Tozier gets stuck in a timeloop. Words: 12875, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom, Stanley Uris Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Lives, Stanley Uris Lives, It's Not a Fix-It if Stanley Uris is Dead, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-Canon, IT Chapter Two Fix-It, Canonical Character Death, (Eddie dies at first), Time Loop, Blood and Injury, Blood, Crying, Men Crying, Suicidal Thoughts, (both Richie and Eddie are going through it), Canon Divergence - Eddie Lives Richie Dies, (that's in one of the loops), Angst with a Happy Ending, Gay Richie Tozier, The Turtle CAN Help Us (IT), Idiots in Love, Stanley Uris is a Good Friend, Stanley Uris is So Done, Oblivious Eddie Kaspbrak, Adult Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Post-IT Chapter Two (2019), Movie: IT Chapter Two (2019), Explicit Language, The Losers Club Deserve Happiness (IT), Temporary Character Death, (Richie sacrifices himself for Eddie), richie does meet stan up there, Stanley Uris Ships It, (he also literally fixes the whole situation), (you'll see), Song: The Night We Met (Lord Huron), yeah so this is gonna hurt, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, but it does in fact get better, POV Richie Tozier, this idea plagued me for weeks, and i went through like 3 drafts, Song: Talking To The Moon (Bruno Mars), i basically turned on a sad playlist and started writing, Love Confessions, Grief/Mourning, (not the healthy kind), Richie Tozier is a Mess, Richie Tozier is Not Okay, Minor Patricia Blum Uris/Stanley Uris, I cried writing this read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mvo5PEb

[crowley1990]

One day I’ll write my essay about how Stephen King did Stan dirty and how Andy Muschietti marginally improved it while still keeping the same big things from the book.

[stanrichie]

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