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kafka-ish · 4 years ago

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stuck between a rock and a hard place | s.u.

after one fateful night, stan uris finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place when him and his friend like the same girl.

word count: 5,428

warnings/included: pining, love triangle, fem!reader

request: (from anonymous) “could you write a bill denbrough, reader, and stanley uris love triangle? maybe where they’re always trying to one up each other for her attention? ty”

“I don’t get what you see in her.” Stan was eyeing y/n from across the cafeteria while Bill droned on for what must have been the fourth time that week about how amazing she was.

“Wuh-well, you wouldn’t under-st-hand.” Bill shook his head. He wasn’t about to try to convince his friend how amazing she made him feel. It was just how he felt.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t get it.” Stan squinted at the girl’s figure. Sure, she was pretty, but looks aren’t everything. “And I don’t get why you insist on sending her things anonymously.”

“If yo-you liked some-someone, wuh-wuh-wouldn’t you want t-to sh-show them?”

Stan’s gaze which was previously fixed on y/n switched to Bill. He gave him a glare because he didn’t understand. “If I liked someone, I would tell them,” he scoffed.

Bill could see where Stan was coming from. The only issue was that he was just too nervous to tell y/n, let alone talk to her. The two shared chemistry and a study hall period together but Bill still hadn’t found an excuse to talk to her. He also hadn’t found a way around his stutter. He wanted his moment with her to be perfect; no stutter, no embarrassment; just the two of them sharing a mutual conversation about whatever… and her finally realizing he’s the perfect match.

He shrugged at Stan’s remark. So, what if his friend didn’t understand? That only meant less competition.

“Hey guys!” Beverly drew both boys’ attention away from Bill’s crush. “There’s a party tonight. Whatd’ya say we all go together?”

“Count me the fuck in!” Richie was the first to reply, enthusiastically at that.

“I have a test tomorrow.” If Stan had a nickel for every time the Losers wanted to do something irrational, he’d be loaded.

“All the more reason to get drunk off your ass.” Richie Tozier had a grin on his face that there was no use wiping off.

And if Stan had a nickel for every time the Losers had convinced him into doing something stupid, he’d be stupid loaded.

The party was at who-knows-where’s house serving who-knows-what.

“Stanny! Stan the Man!” It was Richie Tozier, the convincer himself. He slurred Stan’s name and tripped his way over to the corner Stan was huddled in. “Yougottatrythis.” Richie’s words were incoherent and if he hadn’t been friends with Stan for so long, or were shoving a red solo cup full of something Stan didn’t want to know was in, Stan may have never guessed what his friend was trying to say.

“No thanks—”

“C’monnn.” Groan. “Don’t act like you’re above us, just cos yer sober.” Richie gave him a mopey look that Stan was sure was just another way to mock him.

‘Stan the Man’ did eventually take the cup. Not because he wanted to, but because of the way Richie was jerking it so much, he was afraid some of the contents may spill on his shirt, which he just pressed. Curiously, he brought the plastic cup closer to his nose so he could examine the contents inside better.

His nose twitched at the scent.

It reeked of stale beer, vodka, and was that someone’s mom’s wine?

And although the thought of drinking alcohol before an important day was tempting… Stan knew better. Making an appearance at a lame party rather than studying would be the worst of his crimes tonight. He held the cup away from his face, as far as possible, and started watching the morons around him.

They were drunk to their stomachs; happily grinding against each other to the beat of the music that blasted on the radio. They wouldn’t remember this night if they tried.

Stan, however, would remember. He would remember every detail of this boring party, where no one talked to him; where there’d be throw up in the pool to clean out the next day; where the cops would show up in an hour because the houses next door called in complaints. And Stan would be able to pass his Algebra test with ease the next day while everyone else would be using what was left of their braincells to remember how to factor an imaginary number.

“Hey!” Oh god. It was y/n. What was she doing next to him? The two barely knew each other. In fact, if Bill hadn’t taken a liking to her, or if Stan weren’t friends with Bill, he doubted he’d even know of her existence.

“Hi…” Stan looked skeptically at the girl who was practically throwing herself at him. “Do you need something?”

y/n only hummed in response. She was swaying to the song playing in the background, but her movements didn’t match the beat at all, and she looked just as wasted as the rest of the room.

“Do you speak English?” Stan’s eyebrows furrowed. He leaned down to meet her height. His eyes widened with surprise when she, once again didn’t reply, but wrapped her arm around his neck. Her touch was velvet and she smelled like roses.

Until she opened her mouth.

The potent stench of that cheap alcohol potion, Stan had briefly been intrigued by, hit his nose. He wanted so desperately to get away from her—pass her on to Bill, or something. But she placed a sloppy kiss on his lips just in time.

He’d been embarrassed to admit that was his first kiss.

You were supposed to have your first kiss with your girlfriend, or the girl next door, or best friend. Not with a stranger at some raunchy house party you were dragged to by your idiot friends. And certainly not with the girl your friend liked. But here Stan was, breaking all the rules.

There was something encapsulating about her cherry lip gloss which was smeared from when she kissed him and the way she stumbled terribly because of her inebriated state. Maybe Stan did understand.

y/n’s arm was still wrapped around his neck and her lips were dangerously close to his. He thought she was about to go in for another kiss until words made their way from her lips.

“Take me home?” Stan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This girl who he’d never met before was taking a chance on a total stranger to take her home, trusting that he wouldn’t kidnap or murder her.

“I don’t even know you.” Stan tried his best to look bored when, in reality, this offer was tempting.

“Pleaseeee.” She was now clinging to him for dear life. “I think all my friends left me.” Her pouty expression was the final catalyst to Stan’s reaction.

“In that case… How could I say no?” It was as if his whole personality flipped a switch. His once stone cold and albeit, annoyed, features washed away, revealing a kindhearted guy only the Losers really got a chance to see.

A drunken giggle left her lips and y/n’s arm removed itself from Stan’s neck only to find itself tightly coiled around his arm. This was y/n’s signal for Stan to start making his way through the crowd in order to search for the front door. A task the boy already knew would be horrible.

He started awkwardly shifting and contorting himself just so he wouldn’t have to feel the sweaty bodies surrounding him. He also made sure not to lose y/n, but that task served pretty much impossible due to how fixed her grasp on his arm was.

It didn’t take long for Stan to finally reach the front door (which was somehow trashed). Thank god his shoes, and none of the other items on his being, for that matter, had come into contact with sticky liquid or bodily fluids. But the doorknob was covered in a substance that made Stan visibly cringe when he touched it.

“God, what do people do here.” y/n, still lazily hanging on was about to open her mouth. “I don’t want to know,” Stan said, quickly, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

A laugh so pleasant it made puppies look like beasts fell from y/n’s perfect lips. The longer Stan spent with this girl, the more he found to like about her.

A crisp breeze blew its way to the two of them and Stan wondered how it was this cold already when just last week it reached the seventies. The transition from summer to fall always bewildered him, no matter how many times he’d experience it.

“How far did you park?” She grew impatient and Stan couldn’t blame her. If he were in her shoes, he wouldn’t even want to stand. Fortunately, he could see the hood of his car peeking out from behind a someone’s Ford.

“Only a few more steps.” Stan reassured. His pace picked up and before another complaint could slip out of y/n’s mouth. “Oh, look at that, we’re already here.” He opened the door for her, but she didn’t budge. “Are you… gonna get in?” Stan waited rather impatiently for the girl who was lollygagging in front of the open door.

Wordlessly, she turned to face him and held her arms open and Stan understood.

Even though he sighed, Stan still picked her up and placed her gently in the passenger seat of his car.

“Such a gentleman,” she mumbled into his neck before he parted from her. Stan couldn’t help but smile at the remark.

It took awhile for him to find her address. y/n was too out of it to form any coherent sentence besides “you must be the coolest guy ev-ur” and what happened to be the lyrics to Highway to Hell. But after (uncomfortably and frantically) rifling through her purse, after asking where her house was and y/n only pointing to inside her bag, Stan had found the tag of the purse marked with her address in pink sharpie also signed with a heart.

Neither said much on the drive there. Stan was inexperienced with talking to drunk girls, besides Bev, and y/n looked like she was inexperienced with talking. Nonetheless, he tried to make the best of it. He turned on the radio to his favorite station and let the songs carry him through the night.

“Thanks—thank you.” y/n said once Stan had arrived at her place. He walked her up to the porch; her figure stabilized by his arms. Her eyes burned holes through his under the moonlight and Stan was rendered speechless. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” She started to sway again like she did at the party, but there was no music to dance to.

“You’re welcome.” Stan had finally mustered the courage to say, but he scolded himself internally for how lame he probably sounded.

“Well… goodnight.” y/n giggled drunkenly before her lips grazed his left cheek softly. It blossomed pink once she touched him. Could it even be considered a touch? It was so light, almost feather-like, and if Stan weren’t watching her like a hawk, he would have missed it.

The door shut with a slam and he cursed in his head for doing this to Bill and he cursed in his head the next day when his mind drew a blank on his functions test.

This was just great.

He scratched his head, as if that would somehow release the numerical knowledge he needed in order to at least get a sixty percent. Alas, it did nothing but relieve the itching on his dry scalp.

He silently racked his brain, yet nothing came. The only thing that came to mind were the events of last night. Are you kidding?

The bell rung.

Stan looked down at his paper only to find his name written neatly and compactly on the line reserved for it in dark lead and a measly ten questions out of the twenty answered. He pressed his lips together so hard, he thought they may bruise. Everyone else was already out the door, except for the slower kids in the back who took their sweet time.

“Uris.” The hairs on Stan’s arm stood to attention when he heard his name being called. He looked around to find the classroom was empty except for him and Mr. Burgess.

“Yes?” Stan looked up to the authority figure and he was wondering if he should pathetically ask for extra time on his test during another period or if he should turn it in as is.

“Don’t you have another class to get to?” Mr. Burgess was patient, but there would be another round of students filing in any minute now.

“Yeah.” Stan stood up and gathered his things. He was hasty but took enough time to put each item in their designated place. “I didn’t get a chance to finish.” Stan was aware third period was now replacing the empty seats and he lowered his voice.

“I see…” Mr. Burgess eyed the paper, both front and back, and then set it on a stack of papers from Stan’s class. “You can finish tomorrow. Either come in early or stay late.”

And at that, Stan was on his merry way to Mrs. Baker’s World Civilization class- or would be. He stopped dead in his tracks when his path crossed y/n’s, a detail he never noticed. Her hands were covering her face to hide the blush that quickly raced to the apples of her cheeks. She was admiring something in her locker, but he couldn’t tell what. One of her girlfriends was standing with her, sharing the same giggles and same look of awe in her eyes.

Stan soon found out her blush was the work of Bill Denbrough’s when the Losers met up at lunch. They were sitting together like they always did, too engrossed in conversation to worry about what the lunch ladies’ specialty was today.

“I h-h-hope y/n luh-likes wh-what I g-guh-gave her,” Bill said all too suddenly.

“I’m sure she will,” Beverly reassured.

“What’d you get her.” It was hard for Stan to contain the jealousy that leaked from his words and instead of a question it sounded more like a demand.

“W-wuh-well usually I ju-just stick a skuh-skuh-sk-hetch in there or-or flow-flowers or something st-stupid an-and sm-small.” Bill cleared his throat as if that would rid him of his speech impediment. “Bu-but thi-this t-t-time I told her-”

“Did’ya sign your name?” Richie inquired. Usually he wouldn’t be interested in this sort of sappy stuff, but he was eager to see the development between Bill and his crush—rather, if Bill would ever grow the balls to reveal himself as y/n’s admirer.

Bill swallowed and kept silent.

“So, no.” Stan rolled his eyes. “I’m not surprised.”

Bill gave his friend a skeptical look. He was confused. While Stan was usually the most passive aggressive of the group, he was never this… insolent. But he shrugged off the countless possibilities for why Stan was acting this way.

“Are you ever gonna tell her?” Richie seemed about just as annoyed as Stan was.

“Wh-when the t-t-time’s ruh-ruh-right.” Bill looked to both Stan and Richie sternly, but the two knew better than that. When the time’s right.

Yeah right.

Stan thought back to the scene at y/n’s locker from earlier. The morally sound thing to do would be to tell Bill. Tell Bill how y/n and her friend gushed at the sight of what was inside of her locker. Tell him how y/n’s knees were practically weak while she hid her face furiously with the sleeve of her shirt.

But nothing came out of his mouth. In fact, his mouth never opened. Stan stayed quiet for the last fifteen minutes that the Losers all had together. He stayed quiet as he stared at his salad and thought of y/n.

The y/n who was in an inappropriate state when he took her home. The y/n who was his first kiss. The y/n who was Bill’s crush.

Stan sat on this fact for a while.

He was at his desk, his eyebrows furrowed, and nose scrunched, while thinking this ridiculous inner conflict over. Something in his gut told Stan that Bill was never going to tell y/n how he felt. Bill Denbrough was not someone you’d label a coward, but god, when it came to girls, he was a pussy. On the other hand, there was something else that twisted his insides in another manner, telling Stan even if Bill never told y/n how he felt, that doesn’t mean he should swoop in either.

Stanley Uris was in a pickle.

His lips, once again, pressed against each other tightly, so tight he could feel bone. The mental wheels in his mind were turning, but no matter how far they spun, he still reached no conclusion.

An hour had passed when Stan finally looked at the analog clock that stood on the edge of his desk.

“If I tied a noose around my neck, I bet I’d come to a better conclusion,” Stan said darkly under his breath. He was still staring at the clock. It was getting late, but Richie Tozier would say that’s just when the fun’s starting.

Personally, Stan liked getting a head start on his bedtime routine. The other Losers made fun of him for it, but it kept him sane. He stretched, still sitting down and a yawn left his mouth. He padded his way to the bathroom just across the hall so he could brush his teeth and then change.

When his head full of curls hit his wrinkle free pillowcase and his arms pulled over his comforter to his chest, he assumed all thoughts of y/n would be gone. He would go to sleep, leaving the unconscious to take over his mind and body and he would forget.

He would forget the flowery scent that lingered on his shirt that night because she pressed herself so close to him. He would forget the feeling of her fingers that swept against him in the gentlest way and he would forget how he ever longed to feel them against the rest of him. He would forget that she kissed him—twice. When he would wake, he would have no recollection of that night and for all he knew, he’d never been kissed.

But Stan woke up to the burning want—no. The burning need to tell y/n how he felt. He knew he’d only known her for a fleeting moment, and it was absurd to catch feelings for someone you barely knew. But telling her would be the only way to ease the funny feeling in Stan’s stomach which seemed to be in knots lately.

At least that’s what Stan told himself as he walked up to y/n’s locker during the five-minute passing period they had between second and third period.

Luckily, y/n was there, and he wasn’t just about to confess to a slab of metal. She was chatting up the same friend from yesterday and the same glow lit up her eyes as she was explaining something to her.

“Isn’t it so thoughtful?” Stars replaced her pupils and she ran her fingers over the inked piece of parchment that was slipped into her locker from today.

“There’s no name,” her friend deadpanned. She, too, was looking at the note with y/n. But instead of fawning over the piece of work, she stared unimpressed—bored, almost.

“So?” y/n huffed. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“I think it would count more if you knew who it was from.” Stan wanted to smirk and tell Bill I told you so as he overheard their conversation.

“Yeah but—” y/n’s friend was waiting for her to finish but she stopped once she recognized the boy in front of them. “Hi!” She smiled at Stan and it was now his turn to say something.

“Hello.” He looked between y/n and her friend to which her friend then spoke up.

“I guess I’ll be going now.” And then three became two.

“What’s up?” y/n was oddly cheery considering it was eleven a.m. on a school day.

Where should I start?

Stan looked to her awkwardly and scratched his shoulder. He then noticed the piece of paper that most likely Bill had slipped in her locker that morning. It was a landscape drawing of Main Street, but there was a hidden message written within the building signs. Stan couldn’t quite make out what the message said, but he was sure it said something along the lines of: my heart beats for yours. Something Stan would never understand.

“Can you make this quick? Or maybe you can tell me at lunch?” y/n offered. The drawing was now out of sight—either back in her locker or tucked away in her backpack which was slung over her shoulder.

“I’ll tell you at lunch.” Stan felt his toes curl in his shoes and his heartbeat quicken under his skin.

y/n nodded and walked off. They didn’t need to say goodbye to each other because they’d be meeting each other in an hour, give or take.

y/n would be sitting by herself at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. Stan spotted her easily because ever since that night it was as if the image of her was ingrained in his brain.

“I’ve been on the edge of my seat ever since you came up to me at my locker,” y/n admitted. There was sort of a shyness that carried itself through her voice that Stan didn’t recognize. She was different under the influence. Confident. Bold. Affectionate. Different. But here she was, in front of him; hunched over, exposing her insecurity of the situation. The fact that she had told him she was anxious for this moment was big for her.

“Really?” Disbelief marked Stan’s face. Girls didn’t usually jump at a chance at Stan and Stan didn’t usually jump at the chance at girls. His studies took too much time away from his social life and the Losers proved to be enough social interaction for him, no matter how many times they’d encouraged him to get out there.

Bill, Stan, Eddie, and Richie were all hanging out in Bill’s room. Richie leaned against the cracked window while he smoked and Eddie sat next to him, taking puffs from his inhaler similarly to how Richie took breaths of the cigarette. He was cautious of the secondhand smoke he feared would enter his lungs. Bill was busy messing with his new record player.

“Record players are so old.” Eddie’s nose scrunched when The Cure started playing but no sign of malice could be detected from his voice.

“Sh-sh-shut up.” Bill laughed and joined the other three, crossing his legs as he sat.

Stan faintly recalled him then going on about y/n and he could sense the others internally groaning with him.

“T-today, her h-h-hand brushed uh-against mine when we were g-getting beakers… ff-for our lab.” His lips curled into an even bigger smile just thinking about it. But he was always smiling at the thought of her. He was now laying on the hardwood floor. His fingers were laced together and stretched behind his head.

It was just a simple interaction, but Bill remembered every detail. He felt his body transport itself to dream world.

Bill was sitting at the lab table with his two other partners—a football player named Jack and a blonde girl named Stacy. He knew as much about them as they knew about him and it wasn’t in his plans to make buddy-buddy with the two. He took the cue to leap from his stool when their teacher announced that one person from each group gets supplies and y/n y/l/n was the designated supplies-getter.

Hastily, he walked over to the cabinet where the beakers were stored. There was already a crowd of unenthusiastic students lined up to get their share and luckily, they cleared the air soon enough. It proved no difficulty for Bill to reach the top shelf, as he had done many times before, but he found it hard to breathe once another, smaller, hand came into contact with his own. Her nails were filed perfectly and painted a deep shade of blue that were chipped to infinity, reminding him of Richie. A silver band hugged her ring finger that felt cold compared to the rest of her hand that pressed against his.

“Excuse me,” she whispered, and Bill gladly stepped aside.

“You can be a sap sometimes, Big Bill,” Richie said, shaking Bill from his daydream.

Bill rolled his eyes and sat up. He wasn’t in the mood to make a jab at Richie, but it would’ve done him good. “I-ih-t’s called having a h-h-heart. You sh-should t-t-t-try it sometime.”

“Oh, it hurts me that you think I’m heartless.” Richie sighed and leaned a little too close for Eddie’s liking. “You don’t think I’m heartless, do ya, Eds?” He started making kissy faces before he doubled over into his lap.

“Shove off.” Eddie pushed him so his side was pressed into the floorboard as he continued to laugh.

“Wuh-wuh-what ab-out you Stan?” Bill turned his attention towards Stan who was listening quietly. His back stood straight, and he hadn’t changed his position since he sat down.

“What about me?” Stan wondered. He was sure this conversation was going to lead into some sort of back and forth girl talk that he had no business being apart of. It wasn’t like Stan wasn’t attracted to girls. He just hadn’t found the right one yet.

That was, until now.

The sound of her backpack unzipping made his ears perk. She was digging for something Stan couldn’t see. Maybe if he was at a different angle…

“You did this, right?” She shoved the neatly folded drawing from earlier in front of his face.

“Wait, what?” Stan looked at her incredulously and took the paper in his hands. Carefully, he unfolded it and smoothed the wrinkles out—not like there were many. He studied his friend’s work. It was obvious Bill had put great effort into it; into liking y/n. To take his credit would be a new low, even for him.

“You’re the one who’s been putting stuff in my locker!” y/n insisted. “I wasn’t really sure until a few nights ago…” Her eyes broke contact from him, all the sudden becoming nervous. “You know… When you took me home?” She faced Stan again and this time Stan was too nervous to look at her.

“No,” He finally said. He wasn’t looking at her so he couldn’t see her confused expression. Stan passed the paper back to her.

“No?”

“I mean…” Stan was wondering how to word this. He didn’t have all day, but he also didn’t know how to get himself out of this dilemma.

How do you tell someone you like them, but you’re not their secret admirer—your friend is?

“I’m not the one who’s been sending you stuff,” Stan said smoothly. Like that.

“You… aren’t?” y/n’s voice started to falter but was soon swallowed by a chuckle. “Well, this is embarrassing.” She haphazardly shoved the parchment into her bag only for her to smooth it out later in the day when she got home.

“No, it’s not.” Stan’s monotone voice served no reassurance for y/n, no matter how much she wanted to hear those words. But she didn’t say anything, only cocked her head, prompting for him to continue. “I’m not the one who’s been putting stuff in your lockers but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”

y/n’s already tense muscles relaxed at this, but she was still left with a problem.

“I was so sure of it,” she said in a mumble so low Stan almost didn’t catch.

“What’s wrong?” Stan asked. “I like you. Don’t…” Embarrassment crept up the back of his throat as the next sentence spilled out. “Don’t you like me?”

y/n nodded but didn’t say anything. She readjusted herself on her seat, robbing him of an answer.

“Do you remember what happened that night?” Nothing bad happened. Nothing even remotely, as Richie would put it, hot, happened. But it was the night that changed everything.

“Yeah.” y/n sucked in a deep breath as she remembered.

y/n hadn’t planned to get so drunk off her ass that she couldn’t walk. In fact, y/n hadn’t even planned to go out. But there she was, on a Tuesday night. Her friends had left her to suck the skin off each other’s faces and y/n had become a little too good at beer pong.

Whoever was in charge of the alcohol had no taste buds, but she needed all the liquid courage she could get, because tonight was the night. Tonight, was the night y/n y/l/n was going to face Stanley Uris.

Of course, she had known of the boy. She’d gone to the same school as him ever since she could remember. It wasn’t until this year when she was aware of his existence.

He usually stayed behind the scenes; his nose burrowed in a textbook whenever she saw him alone and when she didn’t, he was usually hanging out with the same group of friends from middle school.

Lately, however, something about him just seemed to make sense. The idea of her and him together made sense. Coincidentally, her infatuation with the boy had picked up around the same time anonymous drawings and knick-knacks had found their way in her locker.

Was it so wrong to believe that it was destiny working its magic?

Or maybe the belief of Stan being anonymous was just the workings of her silly little school crush.

Either way, she took the chance; finding the perfect time to fall into his arms. If she had confessed to him any earlier, she would’ve gotten an unwanted response.

“Can I ask?” y/n started, but Stan knew she was going to ask the question afterwards anyway. “Do you know? Do you know who’s been sending me the stuff?”

Stan swallowed. He swallowed so hard his throat burned. He didn’t want what they had to end like this.

What they had. They didn’t have anything.

“Bill Denbrough.” He looked down even though he had nothing to be ashamed of. “Do you like me or do you like the person who’s been sending you the stuff?” Stan asked. It was a fair question. An easy question. But y/n, for some reason, couldn’t tell the difference between the two.

It was clear as day that Bill Denbrough and Stanley Uris were two different people. y/n just couldn’t fathom Stan not being her secret admirer—as cocky as it sounds. For two months, she’s imagined him as the one sending her landscape sketches and confessing his love for her. Her heart couldn’t help but fall into an endless pit, also known as the void.

“I guess I just thought of you as the person sending me the stuff,” y/n answered honestly, and an odd sort of sadness washed over Stan when she said that. They were truly stuck in a catch twenty-two and he still failed to understand how he got there. “Do you like me?” The question was ridiculous, but it was reasonable for her to ask.

“Yes,” Stan said, but he was hesitant. His mind couldn’t help but track back to Bill and the countless times he had swooned over y/n. Stan may be the one telling her how he felt but he wasn’t the one who never failed to stutter her name in conversations and make googly eyes at her from across the room.

What Stan had felt these past few days was what Bill felt these past years.

If y/n were stupid she would have accepted Stan’s answer. She would have given him his third kiss right then and there and proclaimed they were dating as they left the lunchroom. But she wasn’t stupid. She was anything but.

“I really like you.” Stan swore this was something she’d said before, but it wasn’t. It was new. It seemed as if everything was new. “Or… liked you,” y/n spoke again, and maybe the rose-colored glasses she was wearing were coming off.

Stan nodded. He knew what this meant and stood up from his seat. There were only five minutes of lunch left when he looked at the clock that hung from the brick wall and he was going to make perfect use of it.

“Good news.” Stan walked up from behind Bill who was sitting with the rest of the Losers. He ignored Beverly’s where were you’s and took a seat facing his friend. “y/n likes you back.”

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years ago

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Bully / Stan Uris Imagine

Request: Hello love! I was wondering if you could write a 2017 IT Stanley Uris where the reader is sort of in Henry’s gang and they see the lads bullying the losers so she steps in and yeah. Possibly could Stan be slightly older (15-16). Thank you. :)

Of course my darling @confusedmilcc, I hope this is okay! I’m sorry if imagines are a bit slow after this, I have some Uni stuff to do but hopefully I should be able to write as well

Warning, some strong language! The Losers are also around 15 in this one!

Summer break couldn’t have arrived any sooner for the Losers.

The last bell of the day had only just rung, but the halls of the schoolway were already filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Richie knocked his glasses back up his nose as Greta Bowie bashed into his backpack and nearly knocked him back down the stairs.

‘Yeah, and a happy summer to you too Greta! Do you wanna sign my yearbook? Dear Richie, sorry for being such a rat’s ass towards you-’

‘Beep beep Rich’, Eddie mutters as he runs up next to him, Stanley not even two steps behind as he elbows both of them out of the way to stand in the middle.

‘What do you guys want to do now?’

Laughter sounded along the halls, joined with excited conversations and shouts. Stanley ducks as a football flies above his head, between two jocks in varsity jackets. He doesn’t notice Bill run past the two lads, running past groups of high schoolers leaning with one leg pressed against the lockers, laughing and causing all kinds of ruckus.

‘I was thinking we could go and train at the arcade?’

‘I thought you guys were going to come to the B-B-Barrens with me’, Bill pipes in from where he joins at Richie’s hip.

Stanley sighs to himself, shifting his yarmulke back as Richie’s elbow knocks into it again, his arms gesturing wildly as he argues against Bill to no avail. Stepping out the school door, he blinks against the steps: there is no sky today, only a rough woollen blanket of mottled grey smothering the sky and sweltering the air in a thick dullness. Stanley shivers lightly at Eddie’s oncoming words, a sense of fear in the air that makes his heart start thumping.

‘Do you see them?’, Eddie asks, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his inhaler. ‘Bowers is waiting at the bottom of the steps.’

‘They’re probably waiting for that new kid’, Richie adds with a frown on his face.

‘Why is Y/n with them?’

Stanley folds his arms as he looks down at you. Although a familiar face around the school, and a known member of the Bowers’ gang, he had never seen you out for blood like Henry usually is. You always seemed so sweet, so different from the rest, it seemed so out of character. His heart thumped so hard that he swore it was audible, your eyes meeting for a second, and only a second. But in that moment, you had offered him a smile - only a small smile, but it was enough to make Stanley go weak at the knees.

‘No other way, I suppose’, Richie sighs. ‘We’ve got to go through them.’

‘Why are we doing this Henry? Can’t you just leave these guys alone. What’s Ben done to you?’

‘What, you have a crush on him? Shut your mouth before I shut it for you, or just leave for all I care.’

Bowers and Patrick are resting against the wooden telephone pole with faces of utter nonchalance, as if they were merely waiting for the school bus on a spring day, switchblade in hand. Henry isn't slumped at all, yet it is just as relaxed as his face. He's almost smiling, grinning perhaps is more like it, smirking as if something good were about to happen. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes are too distant for that, the only sound Patrick’s hoarse chuckle and the swish of the switchblade as he closes it once again.

You only let your eyes meet theirs for just a moment, giving a slight nod, then casting your eyes downward once more.

‘I’m just not on board with this-’

‘Shut up. Here comes fresh meat.’

‘Well, if it isn’t the fucking Losers. Nice frisbee, flamer.’

Eddie yelps as Belch grabs onto his oversized backpack and throws him backwards, managing to knock him and Richie down onto the grass in a tangled mess of bruised shins and bleeding elbows.

‘You s-s-suck Bowers!’

Henry clenched his fist, a vein popping out of his forehead.

‘You s-s-s-say something, Bi-Bi-Bi-Billy? You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother. Ride's over, Denbrough. For you and your friends.’

Before any of them could speak, his hand had reached out and grabbed Stanley by the corner, his eyes squeezing shut in pain. He lashes out at his hands, his collar tightening in Henry’s fist as his shirt began to ride up. He chokes as Henry leans over and licks the side of his face, and Stanley can’t help the groan of pain that leaves his mouth as he’s lifted slightly up the ground.

‘Henry, stop it! Your dad’s right over there!’

‘Yeah, well see if I care! These assholes need to pay!’

His yell was like a booming bark, it made even Patrick jump like a scared rabbit. I think he liked that. I think it made him feel mighty powerful.

Being brave isn't the same thing as being stupid. Often it pays to weigh up the pros and cons of action versus inaction. When a situation is intractable, when every move is a bad move, it can take courage to take yourself out of the equation. Right now, you can feel the fear. You take a step forwards. You feel the fear. But as you watch Stanley squirm, you take another step. Before you even know what’s happening, your hand has swung out and hit Bowers on the arm, and he lets go of Stanley in shock. Shuffling back, he bares his teeth, making as if to go for you, only stopping when he sees his dad staring at him from behind your head.

‘I’ll get you for this, Y/n. You and your loser friends.’

Rubbing your flushed nose with the back of your hand, surprise lines Stanley’s features as you come down to kneel before him, a protectiveness flaring up like hot flames.

‘Go to hell, Bowers.’

A smile twitches at Stanley’s lips as a soft ‘thank you’ bursts from them, his eyes glowing as he bashfully glances up at you. He reaches his hands out, looking at you with slight desperation behind his eyes as you hesitantly place your smaller fingers into his palm, his knuckles white as he closes his own around yours, as you pull the two of you up.

‘No problem, Stanley.’

‘I’m sorry that Bowers is angry at you now, too.’

‘Well, I’d much rather be a loser than hang out with that asshole anymore.’

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sejanusbaby · 5 years ago

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Stanley Uris Being 𝖺 Dad...

A/N: I have really been cranking these headcanons out and I’m THRIVING. This is a female reader insert. No specified age other than her being 18+. Send me more ideas, I love what you guys are sending me.

Anonymous asked: If you’re not busy (and totally no rush) could you do HC of Stanley Uris as a dad?? I adore your writing

Warnings: Some brief mentions of sex. This is mostly fluff!

You and Stanley were actually trying for a baby.

It was really difficult at first and it took months for it to happen.

Once you gave Stanley the news, he was beyond ecstatic.

He picked you and and spun you around, planting a kiss on your lips.

He would place his hands on your belly, which hadn’t even been showing yet.

“My baby. Our baby.” he would whisper, pressing a kiss to your tummy.

Expect Stanley to be very protective and aware while you’re pregnant.

He barely let you use the microwave most of the time, when he was around.

As months passed and your belly grew bigger, Stan could barely contain himself.

You ended up bringing a little baby girl into the world.

Stan was the first to hold her, cooing at her, gently rocking her in his arms.

“Hi, baby. It’s your daddy. I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Honestly, your heart melted.

Once a couple of months had passed, you both finally invited in some more family to get a glimpse of the sweet baby girl.

You could tell your daughter would be such a daddy’s girl.

Stanley invited Bill, Mike, Eddie, Richie, Bev, and Ben to celebrate the girls first birthday.

Bill often came over a lot, anyway. He’s your daughters godfather you can’t change my mind.

When your daughter reached the age of three, she was suprisingly not as energetic as you thought.

She must get that from her father. Shy and reserved, yet loving.

Stanley would always be the one to put her to sleep, wake her up, help feed her, take her out, and do everything with her.

His heart ached when he looked at her, because he loves her so much.

When you’re holding you daughter or doing anything with her, you often find Stan staring at you.

“What are you looking at, Stan?” you would giggle, your young daughter giggling too, clapping her hands, and shouting something neither of you could understand.

“Just the two most beautiful girls I have ever seen.” He would respond, before looking back down at his puzzle, finishing it up.

After putting her to bed one night, Stan would crawl next to you in bed and turn to you.

Rolling over and laying on his chest, you let out a sigh.

“I want another one.”

#Stanley Uris x Reader #stanley uris #andy bean x reader #andy bean #it chapter two #pennywise #pennywise x reader #headcanon #smut #fluff #angst #imagine #fanfic #bill skarsgard #bob gray #the losers club #richie tozier

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writing-essence · 5 years ago

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Stanley Uris Takes a Bath- Stanley Uris

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Stan gets a phone call from an old friend. Just a short meaningless drabble cus I'm soft for Stan.

Author’s Note: This god-awful app needs more Stanley content. -Kelsie

Word Count: 684

Your house was dimly lit and warm thanks to the crackling fire in the living room. You sat next to your husband who had been busying himself all night with a puzzle. The pieces covered the entire surface of the coffee table the two of you had picked out several years ago at a flea market. To you, the pieces looked random, each puzzling and complex and all out of order just thrown across the surface of the already scratched wood. You knew better, though. Your husband had organized them meticulously despite it still looking messy. He said he wouldn’t mind if you helped, but you knew that each piece had a place both outside of the puzzle and in. You didn’t want to mess anything up so you sat beside him silently, your nose stuck in a book.

The room was silent other than the crackling of the fire across from the two of you. If your husband paused for a moment and listened, he’d notice that the pages of your book weren’t turning. You had sat back to watch him from over his shoulder. Each movement he made was for a specific reason and you loved watching it. He was far too focused on the complex puzzle in front of him to notice, though.

The landline in the kitchen rang suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence. You jumped from your seat, sending your unread book flying to the floor, before running to the kitchen to get it. You didn’t notice at the time, but your husband had to grumply lean over to grab the fallen book and place it on the side table where it belonged.

“Uris residence,” You sang into the phone once picking it up.

“Is Stanley there? I’m an old friend,” A man spoke from the other line.

“Sure, hold on,” You walked back over to the couch and handed your husband the phone, breaking his focus on the puzzle.

“Stanley Uris speaking,”

As you sat back down next to him you watched his eyes light up with recognition.

“Mike! How long’s it been?”

You tuned your husband out before looking out at the puzzle in front of you. Much of it had already been finished. You felt Stanley tense up beside you.

“It’s back, isn’t it?”

The conversation continued mutley to you as you lazily looked over the pieces trying to place them with your eyes so you wouldn’t mess up the sections he had made. Stanley hang up the phone quickly and sat it down on the table, messing up a neat pile sending a few of the pieces to the floor.

“Everything okay?” You asked, watching as he stood up quickly, not bothering to pick the pieces up.

“Everything’s fine,” He mumbled, walking swiftly to the stairs, “I’m going to take a bath,”

You glanced, confused at the pieces out of place on the floor, then at the clock that sat upon your mantle.

“It’s too early for a bath,” You said, but he had already gone upstairs.

Frowning, you quickly got up and grabbed a beer from the fridge before making your way upstairs towards the bathroom.

He was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking down at his hands, eyes unfocused.

“I grabbed you a beer,” You said, setting it down on the counter. He didn’t respond.

You reached up and quickly fixed his untidy hair.

“Can you please talk to me?” You said, pushing his shoulder slightly so he’d turn to look at you, “Tell me what’s wrong,”

“I can’t,” He mumbled after a moment, “I just need to calm down and take a bath,”

“Well can I join you?” You looked up at him, eyes pouting.

He paused, watching you, before smiling softly.

“Okay,” He mumbled before leaning down to hug you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You sighed, forgetting your stress as you hugged him tightly back. Whatever it was that was bothering him didn’t matter in that moment. He’d tell you eventually, and when he does, you’ll be there for him in every way you can.

#stanley uris #Stanley Uris x reader #Stanley Uris fluff #Stanley Uris angst #Stanley Uris drabble #Stanley Uris imagine #it #it chapter two #it chapter 2 #it chapter two imagine #it chapter 2 imagine

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 5 years ago

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park troubles

A/N: so I’ve never done hc’s before so I hope I’m doing this right haha. Anyways I do not see enough love for this ship so I decided to write some myself haha. So yeah please me know what you though! also If you have any requests feel free to request! Oops, this was a long note lol. Also I have no idea how to choose a good title lol.

Summary: Stan, Bill and Richie have been dating for 3 years ( they’re in college). One day a guy from Richie’s drama class kisses him and even though Richie pushes him away he feels awful and is scared that if his boyfriends are gonna find out, they’ll leave him.

- So though Richie, Stan and Bill go to the same college they only share one class together

- they share English

- Richie is a drama major, Stan is a marketing major and Bill is a literature major

- One day there’s a new kid in Richie’s drama class

- his name is Thomas and he has blond hair and is fairly tall. He also has a charm about him and he gets along with most kids in his class.

- He sits next to Richie on his first day and they start talking and they get along great.

- And Richie is happy because aside from the losers he doesn’t have that many friends. Like don’t get me wrong he is acquaintances with a lot of people but he isn’t really friends friends with somebody outside of the loser club. So this new kid constantly sitting next to him in class and making jokes with him is amazing.

- He tells Stan and Bill about Thomas and they’re happy about it too. They just want Richie to be happy.

- They also never get jealous. They trust each other to know that they would never cheat

- So 3 months after Richie and Thomas meet the class gets assigned an assignment which they have to work on in groups. Thomas instantly asks Richie to work with him.

- Richie is so down and they decide to go to the park because it’s an assignment for drama and they need to practice a play.

- Stan and Bill walk with Richie to the park because school is hectic and they didn’t have much time for one another so they spend as much time together as they possible can. They wait with Richie and when Thomas comes they both kiss him and wish him good luck on the assignment.

- They say Hi to Thomas too but he doesn’t respond outside a small hum.

- Bill and Stan kinda frown at this but decide to shrug it off because he’s Richie’s friend and maybe he’s just having a bad day.

- The entire school kinda knows the three of them are together but it isn’t really talked about much. It’s just accepted and nobody bats an eye anymore when Richie walks down the corridor and yells ‘where’s my two boyfriends? I need kisses’

- they never outright said they were together to the school though and Richie didn’t really outright tell Thomas either, but he did tell him story’s about date nights and cute presents they give each other

- Anyways back to the park

- So now Richie and Thomas are alone and they’re working on their play and everything is fine and the work is getting along great so they decide to take a break and they go grab a drink.

- And they’re talking again and Thomas asked when he got together with Stan and Bill

- Richie gets all heart eyes and he get’s into a really detailed story of how they have been friends since they were preschoolers and how Stan kissed Bill and Bill told him he couldn’t just be with Stan cause he liked Richie too.

- And Thomas just nods and when Richie is done he just says: ‘but isn’t it weird? like how can you all love each other equally? Don’t you ever feel left out cause Stan and Bill really seem to particularly like each other”.

- Richie is taking aback by this but he chooses not to respond and goes back to the assignment.

- He’s hurt though, but he doesn't show it. He doesn’t want to lose his friend, so he just writes it off as Thomas not really understanding the relationship. Not him being rude. Plus he knows for a fact that Bill and Stan love him equally.

- He kinda forgets about the comment until the project is done. And he’s getting his stuff ready to leave. He is supposed to meet up with Stan and Bill at the library where they would be studying, and together they would go to quarry to hang out with the rest of the losers.

- But all of a sudden Thomas gets really close in his face

- Richie takes a step back but Thomas just follows. This goes on until Richie can’t back up anymore because he’s pressed back against the park bench. Richie is laughing nervously.

- ”What are you doing”? Richie asks awkwardly

- Thomas doesn’t reply but does shuss him.

- ‘I’m gonna show you what it feels like to have a normal relationship’

- and then he kisses Richie

- For 1,5 seconds Richie does nothing because he is shocked by Thomas words and the fact that he is kissing him even though he knows Richie has two amazing boyfriends.

- But then he’s frantically pushing him away and shouting at Thomas

- “why the fuck would you do that? You know I love Stan and Bill”.

- Thomas kinda smirks and for the first since IT happened 10 years again Richie feels legitimate fear and dread.

- Thomas shrugs his shoulders and tell him that he had a bet with Bowers to kiss Richie.

- Richie feels like crying but he doesn’t want Thomas to get the pleasure of seeing that.

- ‘Let’s see if your boyfriends still love you after they find out about this’

- And Richie feels with a startle that Thomas is right, even though he pushed him away he still kissed another boy, and now he can’t stop the tears because he loves Stan and Bill so much and he can’t stand the though of losing them.

- Thomas laughs and then comes up with an idea.

- He puts his arm around Richie even though Richie flinches back he doesn’t relent.

- ‘hey, it’s okay. If you do whatever I say they will never find out’

- Richie would never lie to his boyfriends and he feels horrible for doing it now but he just can’t see another way.

- So he agrees

- doing ‘whatever he asks’ consist of doing his homework and giving him lunch money and stuff

- and Richie runs home because he can’t stand the though of hanging out with Stan or Bill or really any of the losers.

- He forgot though that to get to his house he needs to pass Eddie’s and the two cross paths.

- Look Bill and Stan may be his boyfriends but Eddie is still his best friend (even though Bill and Stan are a close second)

- Eddie sees Richie crying and runs over to him. He grabs Richie’s face softly and starts wiping his tears away, and he asks what’s wrong

- Richie really wants to tell him, like really really, but he’s terrified of what Eddie is going to say, how he’s gonna look at Richie (even though Eddie would love him no mather what).

- So he shakes his head and tells Eddie that he needs to go home and that he isn’t going to the quarry that day.

- And then he runs to his house

- Eddie is so confused and he want to help Richie, but he figures that he should best ask Stan and Bill and see what they know.

- When Eddie get’s to the quarry he can hear Bill’s agitated voice say:

- ‘h-h-he didn’t e-even show u-up. He wa-as supposed to meet us at the libr-rary’

- And Eddie gets even more confused bc don’t Bill and Stan know what’s going on with Richie?

- So he gets there and tells all their friends what happened and that he saw Richie crying and saying that he wasn’t hanging out with them.

- Stan and Bill’s faces are enough indication that they don’t know what’s going either.

- Stan and Bill proceed to leave straight away and go to Richie’s house, where Richie is still sobbing his heart out.

- And Stan throws a rock to his window.

-Richie know straight away that it’s his boyfriends because one: he knew Eddie would tell them what he saw. And two they’re the only one who throw rocks at his window. Eddie always climbs it when he want to talk and none of the other losers come to his window

- so he stands up and walks to his window, but he makes sure he remains out of sight so they don’t see them.

-Stan and Bill see movement so Stan goes: ‘Rich baby are you okay?’

- And it makes Richie cry even harder, because Stan only calls him baby when he’s trying to comfort Richie. (Bill calls him sweetheart when he’s upset)

- but he tries to clear his throat and yells back that he’s just sick and he’ll hang out with them tomorrow.

- But Bill and Stan don’t believe him for one second.

- ‘pl-lease sweetheart, w-we just wan-nt to hel-l-lp’

- So Richie goes downstairs and opens the door. Bill and Stan are fussing over him the moment he opens the door. Running their hands all over him, asking him what’s wrong. Bill kisses his cheeks while Stan pushes them up to Richie’s room.

- They all lay in Richie’s bed and he nearly tells his boyfriends everything but then Stan kisses his forehead and Bill runs his hand through his hair and he just can’t

- Richie just tells them he doesn’t want to talk about it

- and even though Bill and Stan want to push they’re already happy that Richie let them in, so they decide to drop it... for now

- For the next two weeks Richie starts pulling away from his boyfriends even more.

-It’s in the small stuff. Like he won’t always eat lunch with the losers anymore. In English, when they have a project they have to do in groups of two, Richie goes to someone else, even though Stan, Bill and Richie have a system. (one time Stan and bill will work together, the other time Richie and Bill) and it was supposed to be Richie and Bill’s turn

- Stan and Bill get so frustrated because it seems like the more they try to talk to Richie, the more he pulls away. It’s exhausting and they just want their cute trashmounth, clingy boyfriend back.

-Which is another thing, he barely talks anymore. His isn’t loud anymore, always quite and he barely makes jokes anymore

- One day about three weeks after the park incident Stan is sick of it and he decides that he is done being nice about it.

- He is about to talk some sense into Richie. He doesn’t really tell Bill because he knows Bill won’t approve of his tactic. But he’s just at his wits end.

- Turns out, Bill had the same idea.

- Richie is supposed to be in drama class, but he’s been skipping that class ever since Thomas kissed him.

- He always goes to the bleachers to smoke and calm down for a bit.

- But this time Thomas comes to find him.

- ‘here you are Rich, I was looking for you’.

- Richie cringes because only his friends get to call him Rich. But he doesn’t say anything

- That pisses Thomas off though. So much so that he pushes Richie into the bleachers.

- ‘You should consider fixing that attitude you little bitch, before I tell you precious boyfriends what happened. You wouldn’t want that to happen huh? Don’t want them to leave you because you’re such a fuck up I felt bad for you and kissed you’?

- He raises his fist to punch Richie because Richie is so stricken with fear he doesn't say anything.

- Before Thomas can do anything an another hand grips him tightly and pushes him back.

- Richie looks up and promptly starts crying because Stan is there, and he missed his boyfriend so much but he also knows that there is no way Stan didn’t hear Thomas speaking so know Stan and Bill are gonna break up with him and the losers are gonna be so mad at him and he’s not gonna have anyone anymore and he can’t stand that thought..

- And then two soft hand are gripping his cheeks, Bill. Bill guides Richie’s head so Richie and him are making eye contact.

-’breat-th Rich, come on’.

- Richie looks behind Bill and sees Stan yelling at a scared looking Thomas. He can only hears small bits though. It feels like he’s underwater.

- ‘how fucking dare you... You’re lucky he needs us right now, I would kill you otherwise... You come close to him ever again you’ll regret it’.

- Richie’s breathing is evening out but he squeezes his eyes shut and the tears start streaming.

- Bill’s wiping them away though.

- Then Stan come sit next to them and Richie’s opens his eyes.

- Stan lifts his hand to stroke Richie’s hair but Richie thinks he’s about to get slapped because he feels like he deserves it, so he flinches.

- Stan pulls his hand away in an instant.

- ‘Rich baby, you know me and Billy aren’t mad right? We love you, we would never hurt you”.

- They don’t know the full story, but both of them heard Thomas plus they saw Richie being so upset and they trust Richie with their life, so they know that whatever happened wasn’t Richie’s fault.

- Richie just cries harder and puts his head in Stan’s neck, hiding his face there. Bill nestles him into Richie’s other side running his hand on Richie’s back, while Stan brushes his hair back.

- When they finally go home (they choose Stan’s house), Richie’s tells them everything. Both of them are furious but they wait until Richie is nestled in Stan’s bed enfolded in Stan and Bill.

- When Richie is deep asleep Bill and Stan call the other losers and tell them what happened.

- And if the next day Thomas’s locker is filled with balloons full of paint and his car windows are smashed in then none of the losers know what happened.

#stenbroughzier #stenbrozier #angst to fluff #happy ending #it imagine #stanley uris #bill denbrough #richie tozier #stenbroughzier imagine

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l0velyblu3 · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Started: 06/24/23

Last updated: 06/29/23

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Richie Tozier Distant pt. 1 pt. 2 Beverly Marsh Eddie Kaspbrak Ben Hanscom Mike Hanlon Bill Denbrough Stanley Uris

BTS

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Seokjin Yoongi Hoseok Namjoon Jimin Taehyung Jungkook Date Night

Harry Potter

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley George Weasley Fred Weasley Neville Longbottom Ginny Weasley Draco Malfoy Cedric Diggory Oliver Wood Seamus Finnigan

Stranger Things

Oneshot, imagines, reactions, fluff, angst

Steve Harrington Robin Buckley Eleven Max Mayfield Dustin Henderson Lucas Sinclair Mike Wheeler Nancy Wheeler Jonathan Byers Will Byers Eddie Munson

#it chapter 1 #bts #harry potter #stranger things #ff #angst #fluff #imagines #reactions #oneshots

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sleepyimpala · 4 years ago

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dating finn wolfhard includes

FANDOM: IT (2017)/STRANGER THINGS CAST. GENRE: headcanon. WARNINGS: none. REQUESTS FOR FINN ARE OPEN.

Half the fandom hating you and the other half loving you and one tenth not even aware that you’re dating

(My maths is terrible)

Being on IT and ST

All of your friends supporting you

Being friends with Millie but also being jealous of her

Dealing with all of his weird phases

People making compilations of the two of you before you were dating and you discovering then unintentionally

Being on both group chats

Both casts loving you

Finn is boyfriend material tho

Finn reminding you that you don’t need to worry about him dating Millie ever (even though she’s fifteen, but still)

If you’re not famous, being TikTok famous

Finn writing a song for you

Finn playing his guitar for you

The internet blowing up when you go public

All of your friends knew months before though

Having to turn off comments on Instagram

People are vicious

13 year olds threatinging you

Nick (Wolfhard) walking in on you ‘accidentally’

Finn screeching at people to go away lmao

Finn being a shitty kisser but eventually getting better

Horror movie nights

Finn laughing at you getting scared and you slapping him

Lots of hand holding

Cute pda shit

Yup bye

MASTERLIST (requests for finn are open)

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canislupus-exe · 3 years ago

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Talk to me | stanley uris

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Stanley Uris

reader | no pronouns used

requested | Anonymous

warnings | implied self-harm

word count | 525

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hello. Can you please do a Stan Uris x reader where the does self harm and Stan has to force them to talk about, and it ends in fluff and cuddles.

editor | @feliscatus-exe

>> back to prev <<

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You watched as your friends swam around the quarry, splashing each other with water. You were physically present, but your mind was elsewhere. It’s not like you could help it, of course. Your thoughts always seemed to drift when you were hanging out with them.

“Hey, you alright?” A soft voice questioned. You looked up and saw Stan laying down his towel next to you and sitting.

“What? Y-Yeah um… I’m just thinking, yaknow?” You replied.

“Oh, okay… You’re sure nothings wrong?” He asked, his tone far more comforting than you liked to admit. You gave a meek smile.

“I’m sure Stan. Thank you.”

“And you would tell me? If there was something wrong you’d tell me, right?” He asked, never letting his gentle way of speaking falter. You swallowed and looked away, bringing your knees close to your chest so you could hug them. You nodded slowly.

“I care about you (Y/n). We all do. A lot.” He whispered. You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears from spilling out of your eyes.

“I-I know.” Your voice cracked.

“Then… Can you please talk to me? I know when something is wrong so… What aren’t you telling me?” He asked, grabbing your hand. You instinctively pulled away, no doubt confirming what he was already suspecting. You could see his face fall in your peripheral vision, which only made you feel worse.

“When did you start again?” He asked quietly. You chewed on your lip even harder, doing everything you could to prevent more tears from falling. It proved pointless as your body began to shake slightly from your crying. Admitting it to yourself was always so hard, let alone somebody else. Somebody you cared about so much.

“(Y/n). You need to talk to me.” He whispered as he gently grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. You could see every little sparkle in those beautiful hazel eyes of his, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you. He made you feel safe. So you nodded.

“But… Not here. Please. I don’t want the others to know I started again. At least not yet.” You replied. Stan nodded before standing up.

“Guys, (Y/n) and I are going to head out. Sun’s finally catching up to us.” He yelled to the rest of the Losers, who were all still swimming in the quarry. Half of them protested but the other half showed no obligation and only wished you safety on your trip home.

Stan began to gather his things, as well as yours. Once everything was packed up, he grabbed your hand and led you up the path that his bike was parked on. He hopped on and motioned you to stand on his pegs, which you did happily. Once you firmly planted your feet down, he fastened your arms around his waist. You leaned your head against his back and inhaled, his shirt smelling strongly of pine needles and river water.

“Thank you…” You whispered, your words inaudible due to your face being buried in his clothes. You didn’t mind though. He was there, and that’s what mattered.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 6 years ago

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Birds ~ Stan Uris (Part 4)

Word Count: 2364

Anon: Pidge

Warnings: Basically Stan gets majorly pissed and takes it out on the reader so um... yelling. insulting. cussing. aggression. onesided arguing. Just a lot of hate and hurt and emotion and ANGST!!

MASTERLIST

I just wanna watch the birds up there; track the migratory patterns that they flow. I wanna watch them from my chair with my binoculars, my latte, and my phone.

Stan had just had a really bad day.

He'd stayed up late last night to catch up on homework because he'd had his usual homework time wasted by his dad, who had spent two hours half lecturing and half just screaming at Stan about the B and a C he'd got in English and Government. Stan had the classes with Y/n and spent most of it thinking about or talking to them. The classes were boring and he was having a hard time keeping up anyway, especially when the teachers were so dumb. His English teacher, despite what they were supposed to be teaching, kept making grammatical errors on the board and it fully erasing pen marks and would only yell at him if he pointed it out. In Government, the teacher had hidden agendas and was trying to teach the kids in the class who to vote for instead of teaching them facts about what happened and about who was who. It pissed Stan off so much that not even Y/n could calm him down.

It REALLY hadn't been helping that recently he just hadn't been able to get Y/n out of his head, especially because they had missed the last hang out for birdwatching because their parents were taking them to the dentist for their annual checkup. Y/n had tried to work around it but their parents had made it a hard no. Y/n had explained the whole thing after lunch the previous day and Stan had been in a bad mood ever since. Put on top of that the getting yelled at ad his slipping grades and his frustrations in class...

Maybe it would even be safe to say that it had been a bad week. A bad few weeks.

Otherwise, Stan would have NEVER reacted like this.

He wasn't or to lose his temper when it included his friends other than when it was Richie. Even then, it was usually playful or him goading Richie on or just being generally sarcastic. He didn't hate Richie and he tried as much as possible not to give off anything that would suggest he did. Richie would take it to heart and believe that Stan hated him for months before anyone could convince him otherwise.

With Y/n, that chance of being angry dropped even more. It dropped to zero, actually. Or he would have thought since they made him so warm and comfortable and happy. Not today though. Today they made him go from irritated and bothered to full-on murderous.

Stan was trying to keep his mouth shut, but he was hypersensitive to all the little ticks they had. Pulling the grass, biting their lips, bouncing their leg, tapping their foot. How could he have ever thought they were quiet? Their hair was messy, just out of place from the way they'd styled it when they'd woken up. Their shirt was wrinkly, just a little, and it made Stan want to strangle them. They didn't sit up straight and the small clicking noises they were making with their tongue - even though their mouth was closed, muffling it - was setting Stan on edge even more.

Then they SPOKE.

The skies had been completely clear. Y/n had dug out a sandwich as lunch neared and Stan was refusing to move, eyes on the sky and body rigid with raging anger. Y/n held out her hand and he looked over for a second. "I brought you sandwich today!" Y/n announced with a smile that shouldn't have been there. Stan was upset and the birds weren't coming and they should NOT have been smiling. Instead of answering them, he simply returned his attention to the sky. Sensing he was upset, Y/n didn't push it again, shrugging it off and eating the sandwich themself. As they ate, they pushed the food into their cheek and quietly wondered aloud, "I wonder where they are today..." That drove Stan even more crazy. They were talking with their fucking mouth full what the hell?! REALLY?! After a second, Y/n pulled out a little twist cap bottle of juice. "Do you want water or juice today?" They asked Stan, whose jaw was now clenched so hard that pain flared through his cheek, making him flinch. When he still didn't answer, Y/n frowned. "Stan are you okay? You seem really upset and I-"

Stan finally snapped. Smacking Y/n's hand out of the air as they reached for him, he pushed to his feet and turned sharply towards Y/n with wide, wrathful eyes. "Just. Shut. UP!" He screamed. Y/n's eyes went wide and they recoiled, lips parting in shock. "How stupid ARE YOU? Can't you see that this isn't going to work out? Did you really have to go and ruin the ONLY thing I have left? GOD, Y/n, I knew you were nice and oblivious and I'm sure you want to be friends with all of us but not everyone likes you and this is MY space. This is my peace and quiet away from Bill's bossiness and Richie's spazziness and Eddie's hovering and Ben's poeticness and Mike's... Mike's..." He shook his head. "Mike! And you! This is my time to be alone int he quiet and watch the fucking goddamn birds- are you so separate to not be alone and have everyone like you that you can't just leave me ALONE?" He huffed, running a hand through his air and trying to calm down as he breathed deeply. "Just... leave me alone." He turned away, swallowing hard.

What he doesn't see is Y/n watch him, their heart shattering into a million pieces because they had gotten their hopes up. A tear and then two and then three fell down their face and Y/n stood shakily, wiping them away hurriedly. "I'm sorry," they whispered, their voice cracking and shaking with so emotion that Stan might as well have been slapped he was so suddenly awakened and aware of what he had just said and who he had just said it to. Y/n turned around, grabbing the handle of their icebox and taking it with them as they walked away, head on their feet as they watched their steps, trying not to trip as their vision was blurred by tears.

Stan turned around, eyes wide as he watched Y/n go. He felt sick to his stomach, but just stood and watched Y/n leave the park, put their icebox in their trunk before getting in their car and driving away. He had no idea how to sort his emotions or what to say to possibly make it all okay so he just watched, horrified and slowly filling with the most intense self-loathing he'd ever felt as Y/n never looked back. Not even once.

Trying to spot a lark in the park, parked in nature all alone...

Stan was nervous even before the time marked Y/n late but now that it's almost lunch and they still haven't come, Stan is about to explode. The last while they'd been busy with school so they hadn't seen each other at all, which had left Stan with no opportunities to make up with Y/n or even see where they stood as of now. He hoped with everything he had that Y/n would show, but he was doubting they would before it was obvious that they weren't.

He didn't even wait for lunch before he goes home.

That night he had a dream.

Stan didn’t know if it was sunlight or inside, artificial light, but Y/n made it look good as they smiled, glittering and glowing next to him. Their smile was brilliant and their body fit perfectly against his. He couldn’t look away or stop smiling, his insides warm and soft. He couldn’t determine if he was relaxed or if his heart and stomach and muscles were all twisted up with intense emotion and his heart raced and rammed so hard against his ribs he wondered if his bones would break and it would burst out, bloody and beating and demanding her to hold and cherish it.

They were talking, but he couldn’t hear the words they spoke. Just saw the way their curved lips formed words, hands moving to illustrate whatever they were sharing, eyes focused at the whatever was above them, be a sky or ceiling- Stan didn’t care. He was too focused on their proximity and warmth and how absolutely... pretty they looked. Maybe it wasn’t a fitting description, pretty, but Stan couldn’t think of a more fitting word. The light seemed to bend just to flatter them more, the air around them moving to take Stan’s away and give it all to Y/n. The elements themselves seemed to love Y/n as much as Stan did.

Love them.

“I love you.”

Y/n abruptly stopped, their eyes widening as they looked at Stan slowly. They waited only an extra second, but Stan felt no fear or anxiety. Which was strange, for him. He always felt anxiety. Now, though, as Y/n blinked and a smile slowly grew on their face as the world seemed to become even brighter and warmer, Stan felt nothing but goodness and peace. “I love you too,” Y/n whispered back.

Without even thinking about it, Stan pulled Y/n closer, their noses brushing as his hand cupped Y/n’s face gently, tugging them closer to him with a tenderness he had only when handling injured birds he stumbled upon.

Unlike during his confession, there was no hesitation as he went to kiss them. Y/n responded immediately, leaning forward as eagerly as he was. It was slow and sweet still, both of them grinning at the other’s finally realized feelings. Stan loved Y/n. They loved him back.

Their lips touched and the Earth seemed to shift, as if all the pieces of the universe had finally come together. Everything was right again. Perfectly correct. It was like walking into his room at the end of the day, clean and organized and everything meticulously placed after being at school with his messy friends (especially Richie) and the even messier students, who weren’t taking precautions to appease Stan or because they didn’t have Eddie, who wasn’t OCD like Stan but still desperately appreciated cleanliness.

Y/n leaned back, eyelids heavy as they forced them open. “Stan...” He hummed at his name, following with his eyes as Y/n moved over him, a leg on either side of his hip as they leaned down, pressing their lips together again but this time in a completely different way. Hair brushed skin as Y/n straddled Stan, reaching over to first interlace their fingers and then pull their four hands over their heads, Stan’s elbows bent and Y/n’s holding them up to hover over the boy laying underneath.

Stan could feel Y/n’s smile and he wondered if they had taken as much note of his as he had of theirs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, awed by his own loose tongue and the wonderful ease for which he could finally say the things he had always wanted to. His hand came up, the tips of his pointer and middle finger running along Y/n’s temple, tracing their hair line.

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Yeah, okay, Stanley.” Stan frowned at the doubt in their voice and Y/n leaned down, kissing it away until he smiled again. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

They laughed and then Y/n leaned down again, neither able to get enough of each other. This kiss lingered, though, and suddenly deepened as Y/n turned their head, their lips fitting snugly against Stan’s. Instinct took over as Y/n began to kiss him in a totally knew way, and he kissed her back with a fierceness he did not know he had. The hand that had not been on Y/n’s face now rose to their waist where Stan gripped their hip, pulling their body against his.

The pressure of pressing together made Stans breath catch in his throat and he nearly choked. Y/n reacted without hesitation again and Stan was beginning to realize that maybe the shock that Y/n had initially been caught up in when Stan had first acted was a rarity and from here on out, Stan would have his hands full.

Y/n proved his point true by suddenly rolling their hips, grinding against him. Stan grunted. “D-don’t do that.”

Immediately Y/n stopped, looking up and Stan swallowed another groan as space found its way between them in Y/n’s concern. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want t-“

But Stan had already seen that despite what he’d initially thought because of how suddenly vulnerable he’d unexpectedly been, he very much wanted Y/n in every single way at that moment. He wanted to wake up next to them with morning kisses and breakfast and seeing them in his clothes. He wanted to see them in sweats as they stuffed their face like at lunch, after they hadn’t showered for two days because they’d been frantically busy and life just caught up with them and now they were in Stan’s uncomfortable zone, shoving their face and Stan didn’t recoil- he laughed. He wanted to see them clean, too. Preferably clean as much as possible because if he was going to be with Y/n that meant that he would be interacting with their cleanliness- or lack thereof. He could make allowances though.

Wait what had he been thinking about?

His hand suddenly tightened on Y/n’s waist and Stan blinked. Oh, right. Y/n looked at him with hesitant confusion, hallways between worry and apology. He suddenly jerked them close with both his hands. “I want you,” Stan whispered. “In every way.”

Y/n chuckled. “You’re going to be a handful.” The words were said in the kind of way that Richie would cackle at, all too smoothly responding, ‘Good thing I have two hands.’ But Stan wasn’t Richie and all he could think was:

He had just been thinking that about Y/n.

They went to kiss again, about to delve into the place after just kissing and laughing and heart eyes and onto deeper, more intimate, less innocent territory.

But then Stan woke up.

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