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canislupus-exe · 4 years ago

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Class Clown | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/gypsyastronaut on giphy <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

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

requested | Anonymous, @wolfhard-tozier, @wukindly, @beepbeeprichtozier

warnings | Angst, underage drinking, hints of an abusive relationship, cheating

word count | 3,021

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (Y/i) = Your initials (Tina Diane Albertson = TDA), (Bf/n) = Boyfriend’s name (can be any random name)

song | Class Clown - Anthony Amorin

summary | Hi,,, I love your blog smmmmmm I’m such a huge fan!!!!!!!! Can I request a Richie Tozier x reader angst/fluff sonfic based on the song Class Clown by Anthony Amorim????? I think it fits him a lot,,, thank you in advance!!!!

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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I hope this doesn’t freak you out

But I thought I’d just say, “Hey”

I know we’ve barely spoken out of school

But it seems I’ve grown attached to the thought of you

>><<

Richie walked through the front doors of the arcade. The vibrant lights flashed before his eyes and despite his need to squint, he couldn’t have felt happier. The pungent smell of dorky pre-teen sweat made his eyes water. He and many other boys spent their weekends cooped up in this marvelous place. Smashing buttons until their fingers were cramped and their brains were rotten.

Years passed and some might tell him it was childish for a 17-year-old to still spend his summers in an arcade, but he would always tell them to shove off, right before flaunting his unbeaten high scores in every single game in the joint. It was a safe haven, to say the least. There wasn’t a time in his life where he couldn’t run to the ugly square building he considered home. Even when his pockets were barren of any quarters, he had learned how to pick the locks and steal those already residing in the clunky machines.

He made his way down the path which was burned in his memory. The path to Galaga. The path to endless hours of unparalleled delight. Except, Galaga was occupied. And it wasn’t occupied by just anyone. It was occupied by you. Your fingers were dancing across the buttons as if that’s what they were crafted to do. And it seemed all he could do was stand and stare in awe.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Not only was the most attractive person in all of Derry, Maine playing Galaga, but they were damn near close to beating his high score. And his high score was pretty damn high. He didn’t know what to say, or even if he would say anything. But, his presence didn’t go unnoticed, especially not when the familiar chime of the game over sequence sounded.

“You know, I do a lot better when the feeling of staring eyes aren’t on the back of my neck.” You said, typing in your initials to the high scoreboard. (Y/i), right underneath the topmost score, RTT. You were short of his score by a couple hundred.

“Ah… Sorry about that… You just don’t see many people like you here. I was just surprised is all.” He replied. You laughed before turning around, leaning against the machine. You would’ve asked what ‘people like you’ meant, but there was something familiar about him.

“Oh hey, I know you.” You said. He raised his eyebrows.

“You do?” He asked. You nodded.

“You’re Derry, Maine’s very own band boy.” You replied. His eyes dropped to the floor.

“Oh… Yeah, I… I guess you could say that.” He said. The air was silent for a while, an awkward tension beginning to form.

>><<

And to tell the truth, I use humor to mask my insecurities

Oh I try to be funny, quite a bit

And look at me now

Stumbling over a joke you’ve probably heard before

>><<

Richie cleared his throat.

“So… I recently took a pole and found…” He started. You gave him a quizzical look. He saw this and his hands began to form sweat and his throat started closing up.

“I found that… uh… people are… angry… shit, I messed up the joke.” He said, dropping his face into his hands. He heard your sweet laugh and separated his fingers to look at you. A smile was adorned on your face as you looked at him.

“Were 100% of the occupants angry with you when their tent collapsed?” You asked. He moved his hands away from his face.

“You… know the joke?” He asked. You giggled and nodded.

“You’re not the only joke connoisseur here Tozier.” You replied. His shoulders became less tense as he returned the smile.

“Jeez, somebody my age who plays arcade games and likes puns. What factory did they make you in?” He asked.

“Sorry to disappoint but I’m one of a kind.”

>><<

‘Cause all I’m paying attention to is the way you look at him

So I cross the room and clear my head

Wishing it was me instead

Who always keeps you interested

I close my eyes and count to 10

I need to stop overthinking it

>><<

“(Y/n)!” A barely familiar voice called. You looked to where the voice came from, and your face changed from lighthearted smiling to absolute adoration. Richie followed your gaze to the entrance to see the guy he only knew as your boyfriend.

“(Bf/n)!” You shouted happily. He walked towards you quickly, not even a smile on his face.

“Richie this is (Bf/n) my boyfriend, (Bf/n) this is-”

“What are you doing here?” He cut you off. Your smile fell.

“What do you mean?” You asked. He sighed.

“I’ve told you how I feel about you being here.” He said. You gave a small smile.

“I just thought-”

“It doesn’t matter. Come on. Let’s just go before anyone else sees us.” He cut you off once again, grabbing your wrist and beginning to walk away. You turned to Richie and gave a small wave before turning back to (Bf/n).

Richie watched with a frown as you walked out of the doors. He stuck his hands in his pockets before leaning on the arcade game. He never did like the way (Bf/n) treated you. It was never anything serious. He never hit you. He was just… mean. And any time Richie wanted to say something about it, everyone told him he was being overdramatic. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to clear his head.

>><<

I might not be everything you asked for

I know that

And you might take a look at me and say

“Is this the kind of guy who chases after me these days?

Guys who use humor to mask their insecurities?”

>><<

The day may have changed to night but Richie’s feelings didn’t change. They never did. He still laid in bed thinking of you. He still hated himself for it, because he knew very well that you could never love a guy like him. He knew you loved people like (Bf/n), and he was nothing like (Bf/n).

He was Richie. Richie who uses humor to mask his insecurities. Richie who hides behind a punchline. Richie the jester. Richie the joker. He could bring up with all the synonyms in the dictionary but overall, he was Richie Trashmouth Tozier who couldn’t get his damn mind off you.

He turned on his side, now staring at the wall. He didn’t want to think of you. He didn’t want to think about all the flaws he would change if it simply meant you would like him. He hated thinking about it because all it did was make him yearn for something he could never have.

>><<

Well, I try to be funny, quite a lot

And look at me now

Stumbling over myself at a party I wasn’t invited to

Drink in my hand, trying to find a spot to sleep

>><<

Richie sat up. This was torture with no end, and for what? Of course, he was in love with you, and of course, it hurt to know you’d never return those feelings. But did it have to? Did he have to let it hurt? Why couldn’t he drown his sorrows in empty solo cups? No one was telling him it was a bad idea, so he saw no reason not to.

He stood and walked to his closet, finding the closest thing to an acceptable party outfit he could, and threw it on in a frenzy. He raked a brush through his hair and slipped on a stray pair of converse. He wasn’t going to the party to look cute. He was going to the party to get his mind off you, so the way he looked was the farthest from his mind. As long as he could throw back a couple of shots, he was good.

He popped the locks of his window and climbed out, grabbing his bike from the ground and hopping on. He began pedaling to a house he knew was partying. It was always partying. He didn’t know how they got the funds or why their parents were never home, but no matter what day he went, the music was always loud and the rooms were always crowded.

And sure enough, this fact was proven to be right again. As he walked through the front door, several bodies moved to the beat of the loud music. There was an entire table dedicated to poisons he could graciously pick from. And to top it all off, you were nowhere in sight.

He tripped over many ankles making his way over to the alcohol setup. He would have apologized if anyone cared, but they were much too wrapped up in their own heads. He wouldn’t have been surprised if no one even noticed him. He wouldn’t be mad either.

Once he got to the table, he grabbed a solo cup and gladly topped himself off with whiskey. He then moved away and into a hallway where there were considerably fewer people. There were still many, but a lot more breathable than the living room which they had transformed into a pill mill dance floor. He leaned back onto a wall, and simply enjoyed the burning feeling of alcohol running down his throat and sinking into his stomach.

>><<

And I see you, you with him

I start to drift off, nothing left but me and my thoughts

Does she even know that I exist?

I close my eyes and count to 10

I need to stop overthinking this

>><<

That was, until, he noticed something. Less of something, more of someone. And not just anyone either. It was you. You with him. You had a large smile on your face as your arms were wrapped around him. He seemed less enthusiastic. But Richie didn’t care. He wasn’t the one that mattered. You were.

You looked stunning. Your smiling face was like artwork. Your outfit accented all the best parts of your figure. Your entire presence just seemed to render him breathless. When he saw you, his dopamine rose, but just as quickly, it dropped.

Because along with your beauty came the thoughts he tried running away from. All the insecurities he tried to bury. The “Do they even remember my name?"s and the "Do they even care?"s. All questions he both knew and dreaded the answers to.

He turned away, tipping his glass into his mouth and downing the remaining liquid. Ignoring the burning, he rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and leaning over the sink. His eyes watered and his fists clenched. He couldn’t escape you, no matter how hard he tried.

>><<

I would ask you to take me as I am

But it won’t do any good

Because what you see isn’t who I am

I would show you if I could

>><<

Richie dropped his bike on the ground, not caring about the damage it took. He climbed through his window and shut it behind him, dropping on his bed afterward. His eyes stayed stuck to the ceiling, even when they began to pour out tears. He always tried not to cry. To keep his feelings bottled inside so no one would ever figure anything out. But quite honestly, he was so fed up he didn’t care.

What started as an innocent child crush became life-consuming and destructive. He was so in love with you that it was beginning to physically pain him to not be with you. He wanted nothing more than to call you his and you call him yours, but it could never be that way, and that’s what stung the most.

He got up, tears still running down his cheeks, and sat at his desk, pulling out a black, leather-covered book and a pen. He sniffled and opened to a blank page, doing the only thing he could ever seem to do right. The words seemed to flow out of him just as easily as his tears did. And he hoped he could turn his own pain into a masterpiece others could enjoy.

>><<

I change the way I speak

And how I act and what I say

'Cause I’m afraid that you won’t like me any other way

And I use humor to mask my insecurities

>><<

The sun was slowly rising, and so was Richie. He had stayed up all night, channeling his teenage angst into an even angstier song. He wasn’t sure how good it was. He became semi-delirious after four hours of nonstop writing, erasing, revising, and repeating. He wanted to go over it with fresh eyes, so when he was waking and deciding to be a functioning human being, he skimmed it over.

Maybe it wasn’t his most amazing piece, but with a solid beat, it could be something he was proud of. His strong suit, however, was never instrumentals. He was good with a guitar when he was told what to do and he could beat the drums if you told him how, but that’s as far as his talent reached.

He needed reinforcements. People who were good at creating tunes for words. People who wouldn’t make fun of his vulnerability. People he could trust. And those people were his bandmates, The Losers. He stood and opened his bedroom door, walking down the hall to his phone and dialing Bill’s number.

"Hello?” A deep voice he recognized as Bill’s father chimed.

“Hi, can I speak to Bill?” Richie asked. He heard Bill’s dad call out his name and then waited patiently for the signal that the line had been switched.

“H-hello?” Bill asked.

“Hey, it’s Richie. I threw together a song last night. Would you mind calling up the others and heading over to see what we can do with it?” Richie asked.

“Yeah, s-sure. I��ll gather them and h-h-head over soon.” Bill replied.

“Thanks. See you in a bit.”

“See ya.”

>><<

So, I try to be funny all the time

And look at me now

Stumbling over the words of a song I wrote for you

A song you’ll probably never hear

>><<

Hours had passed and Richie was restless. The Losers had come over and after they all read over what he had written, it seemed everyone was on board with it being a solo song to a soft ukulele beat. He was the only one who seemed opposed to this. He wanted it to be loud because it would distract from the true meaning of the lyrics, but they wouldn’t let him.

So, they spent the next chunk of the day plucking at the strings of a ukulele, figuring out what sounded good and what didn’t. It took a long time but once they got all the chords down, they forced the small guitar onto Richie and waited tentatively. He looked at their prying eyes before sighing and starting on the first chord. He found it easy to play the song and sing, and quite honestly really enjoyed how the song fit the strums.

You had been walking down the street when you heard the melody. The voice sounded familiar and pleasant to your ears. You stayed hidden from the opening of the garage, not wanting to interrupt what might have been a tender moment. You closed your eyes and began to really listen to the lyrics, analyzing them and what they might mean to the singer.

>><<

Because I’m too ashamed and too afraid

What kind of person writes a song

About a girl he’s barely spoken to?

I close my eyes and count to 10

>><<

Richie finished the song on a perfect note, causing everyone to clap. They smiled at him, and some even hugged him.

“That was really good Richie. I’m honestly surprised you put that much vulnerability in a song.” Beverly said. Richie shrugged, his cheeks becoming red from embarrassment.

“Trust me Bev, I’m as surprised as you are.” He replied. She laughed.

“I know I wasn’t the one singing but man am I parched. Mind if I raid your fridge?” Mike asked. Richie nodded.

“Go right on ahead.” He replied.

“Anyone joining me?” Mike asked. Everyone but Richie volunteered. He didn’t mind though. Being alone after performing a song like that might’ve done him some good. He watched as the six teenagers funneled into his house with a small smile. However, that quickly fell when the door shut and he heard more clapping. He turned, and almost screamed out loud when he saw you leaning on the frame of the opening.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” He asked, setting the ukulele down and standing upright. You shrugged and stuffed your hands in your pockets.

“Just strolling around the neighborhood. I needed to clear my head. Then, I heard the telltale voice of Richie Tozier, but not in the way it usually is. Instead of loud and over electric guitar, it was soft and over a ukulele. Singing a song about a situation that sounds a bit familiar. Imagine that.” You said. Richie swallowed before looking at his shoes. Maybe it was time to come clean. It’s not like he could go back now. You already knew who it was about so what else did he have to lose?

“Look (Y/n)… I needed to get these feelings out, and I didn’t know how else to do it other than writing a song. I know you’re with (Bf/n) and I wasn’t trying to accomplish anything with this I just… Maybe it’ll help me get over you.” He said, avoiding eye contact the entire time. You sighed.

“(Bf/n) cheated on me last night at the party.” You said. Richie looked up, his jaw dropped.

“He… Oh wow… I’m so sorry.” Richie replied, trying to form the best response he could. You shrugged.

“He tried to blame it on me. Said it was my fault for giving you 'googly eyes’ all the time.” You replied. Richie scoffed.

“That sounds just like (Bf/n). I really am sorry (Y/n).” Richie said. You gave a sad smile.

“No… It’s okay. He was bad for me anyway. I really only dated him because I didn’t think the guy I did like returned my feelings.” You said. Richie nodded.

“Well, on the bright side you can figure out if the other guy does like you.” He replied. He was hurt, but he would mask it. The last thing you needed on your plate was his stupid feelings. At least that’s what he thought. He was proven wrong yet again though, for you gave a small laugh and did something he never would have expected. You kissed his cheek.

“I already figured that out, Tozier.”

>><<

I need to stop overthinking you

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conjoinedchaos · 4 years ago

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thinking about nonbinary stan ,,,,,, they/he stanley uris ,,,,, yes.

#stanley uris #nonbinary stan #nonbinary stan uris #non-binary stan #non-binary stanley uris #enby stan #it 1990 #it 2017 #it 2019 #stephen kings it #stan uris

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mairibarra · 4 years ago

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my headcanons about the losers genders and sexualities are correct and i won’t be swayed ever.

#richie tozier is a trans man and he is bi #stanley uris is non-binary and they prefer the label queer #beverly marsh IS a lesbian #bill denbrough is a dumbass who is bi but has a preference for women #eddie kaspbrak is gay. non-negotiable #mike hanlon is gay #ben hanscom is cishet sorry but he loves his gay friends #i could also see ben hanscom as a trans man that’s very much good as well i could get behind that

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bonbon-acide · 5 years ago

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I HAVE MADE LOSERS PRIDE ICONS

Anyways I’m very proud and also really scared,, if you want any other flag, just dm me 💛 feel free to use them but pls tag me ✨

#it 2017 #it chapter one #it2019 #it #it chapter 2 #richie tozier #stanley uris #the losers club #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #lesbian pride #gay pride #non binary #transgender #pansexual #asexual

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flirtingwithflextape · 5 years ago

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Pt1 - LGBTQIA+ Headcanon: Stan Uris (It) Being NB If nobody draws your headcanon(s) make it into a drawing series that nobody will care about.

More little HCs in IT about NB Stan:

- They doesn’t mind any pronouns but prefers They/He - Stan comes out to Richie first because Richie is also trans (FTM) and Richie awkwardly responded with “Can I still call you ‘Stan the man’?” and it all went well after that. - Stan doesn’t mind if he is called ‘Stan the man’ but only by Richie and maybe the other losers (Though they never call him that). - Came out to the others all together later after Richie came out. It was all chill after explaining what non-binary is. - In canon timeline he doesn’t some out to anyone else until late into adulthood - Modern AU he tells anyone that asks but is afraid what his parents would think - Considered he was just Genderqueer but felt Non-binary felt better to them - Found out about being trans when Richie when they were small that he was now a boy and Stan was like “Oh cool, I didn’t know people could do that” - Found the actual terms in a book from the library when the losers were there, he didn’t have the guts to get it out but came back and read it secretly. - Loves being called pretty, won’t admit it to anyone but absolutely melts when they are called it. - Does the same when their hair is played with, always keeps it at a playable yet short length cause of this - Dysphoria can get to them but at least one of the losers are there for them. Overall the losers says NB (and trans) rights

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nancythebisexualslutwheeler · 5 years ago

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With the permission of my lovey dovey @veganmikehanlon I’ve borrowed an idea from their upcoming fic which is cheerleader!Mike.

So there’s been boys on the cheer team before. With the pants and T-shirts ready to throw the ladies in the air. There’s been boys before. But there hasn’t been people.

Everyone assumed when Mike joined the team that they’d slide into the place of the boys on the team and do nothing but stiffly smile and catch.

But that wasn’t what Mike wanted and that wasn’t what a cheerleader was like to them. A cheerleader did the flips in the air and the spirit fingers and wore pigtails and did somersaults and wore skorts.

No one in their friend group questioned them anymore, no jokes, inquisitive looks or inquiry’s, just general acceptance. Mike was sure they could say the most outlandish thing and it would simply be met with a nod, smile or roll of the eyes.

They tell Stan first, because it’s Stan and he understands everything. Not that Mike is embarassed, they’re not, but messing up something as sacred as their school’s three time champion cheerleading team was something that was going to get them messed up if they weren’t careful.

So Stan and Mike are munching on Lays and laying face down on Stan’s bed, drinking Red Bull and playing 2k when Mike just let’s it spill. They were always obsessed with Bring It On, obsessed with their cousin’s games, all to watch the pretty people dance. It’s mediocre. Nothing like a performance or something that needs to be celebrated excessively it’s just as good as it is. High School Cheerleader.

The first time they ask for a skort, Dina Carter looks at them. The second time they ask, she rolls her eyes and walks away. They third time they tell her. Third time is a charm after all. They try it on for the first time in Stan’s room, which has been bringing a lot more comfort than any other room lately. Stan’s face turn, and some leftover shaving cream when Stan nudges them. “Grow it back out.” Mike does.

They do burpees until they feel like vomiting, practice cartwheels until their vision spins and suddenly all of their effort pays off because they get to do the main flip of the cheer. They’d busted their ass and all but begged and finally Dina had come to her senses. The only one probably more excited than Mike is Stan. Stan who’d ironed they’re uniform. Stan who’d given numerous massages after too many somersaults.

He’s always been a good friend, but these days he was feeling more like a . Well, if it was anyone but Stan, Mike would say he was acting like a boyfriend, but they quickly dismissed that thought. They couldn’t think like that. They just couldn’t.

#mike hanlon #stanley uris #it 2017 #it 2019 #non binary mike hanlon #t writes #my writing

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reddiestears · 6 years ago

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i keep on seeing different non-binary stan headcanons and crying oh my god i love them so much everyone is making me have this headcanon and i love it

#you cant say stan is non-binary to my stan loving non-binary ass i will cry #im gonna bust a nut #ok so #now stan is non-binary sorry i dont make the rules #Stanley uris #personal #Stanley #i saw one of Twitter and it was an au and #stan had they/them in his bio and i almost started crying #on Twitter *

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mercedesvince · 2 years ago

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Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(

RULES

This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers

I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)

I will only write for series listed below

no smut (I am not comfortable with that)

There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing

I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)

I can write angst, fluff or both

If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)

If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing

Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!

SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR

(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))

South Park

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCornmick

Eric Cartman

Butters

Tolkien Black

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentis

Jason Gideon

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Like Alvez

Kate Callahan

Tara Lewis

Sam Cooper

Gina LaSalle

Beth Griffin

Jonathan Simms

Mick Rawson

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Julie Powers

Wallace Wells

Lucas lee

Gideon Graves

Matthew Patel

Todd Ingram

Young Neil

Roxy Ritcher

Stacy Pilgrim

Stephen Stills

My Hero Academia

Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(

Anyone from Class 1A

Anyone from Class 1B

Any Pro Hereos

Any Villians

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki

Shun Kaido

Aren Kuboyasu

Aiura Mikoto

Kokomo Teruhashi

Reita Tortisuka

Riki Nendo

Kineshi Hairo

Chiyo Yumehara

Metori Saiko

Chisato Mera

Hunter X Hunter

Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucifer

Any Phantom Troupe Memebers

Ging Freecss

Any Zodiac members

Kite

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

April O’neil

Stranger Things

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max mayfield

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Jessica Drew

Miguel O’hara

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider Noir

Penny Parker

MASTERLIST LINK

This Masterlist includes all works i’ve written on this blog so far!

That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))

#south park #south park x male reader #south park x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #scott pilgram vs the world #mha #saiki k #hunter x hunter #rottmnt #stranger things #it #it x male reader #into the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x male reader

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wavehq · 2 years ago

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enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, stanley uris ( kingverse ) and nina zenik ( grishaverse ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, lily!

( kingverse (stephen kings ‘it’), dupes not allowed. dylan arnold, they/them, non-binary. ) ——- hey, is that ( stanley “stan” uris ) hanging around ( celestire wildlife reserve )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-four ) year old ( accountant ) and ( bird watching )? they’re notorious for being ( efficient ) yet ( quiet ), and i always seem to hear ( evergreen ) by ( omar apollo ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( turning down yale and staying in celestire ), and they’re associated with ( rambling on and on, the number thirteen, clown paintings ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( living his life afraid ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ lily, 20 / cet, she/her. ]

( grishaverse (six of crows), dupes not allowed. aisha potter, she/her, they/them, he/him, genderfluid. ) ——- hey, is that ( nina zenik ) hanging around ( 375 bakery )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty-six ) year old ( tiktoker ) and ( making pinterest boards )? they’re notorious for being ( extroverted ) yet ( shameless ), and i always seem to hear ( genie in a bottle ) by ( christina aguilera ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( being in a rina sawayama music video ), and they’re associated with ( hidden intelligence, sneaking out past curfew, being loud in public transport, midnight secrets shared with a best friend ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( turning in matthias ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ lily, 20 / cet, she/her. ]

#kingverse rp #it rp #grishaverse rp #six of crows rp #multifandom rp #appless rp #whq.accept

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graveincarnate · 3 years ago

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WELCOME! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

As of right now, this page is dedicated to all sorts of fanfiction! I write x readers, canon ship fics, etc! I have five main fandoms that I stick to, but odds are if you request something else I’ll give it a shot too; if i’ve seen the source material of course.

PAUL DANO CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:

Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine) ~ NO NSFW!

Edward Nashton (The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox (Fast Food Nation)

Martin Blythe (The Emperor’s Club) ~ NO NSFW!

Thaddius (The Ballad of Jack and Rose)

Paul Sandow (The King)

Don/Light (Light and the Sufferer)

Eli Brooks (The Girl Next Door)

SHIPS:

Klitz & Eli

Riddlebat (Bruce and Edward)

I’ve seen all of Paul’s filmography so if there’s a character not listed here that you’re looking for, I’m still open to writing them! These are just the ones that I feel most comfortable writing.

STRANGER THINGS:

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley ~ WLW ONLY

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Mike Wheeler ~ NO NSFW

Will Byers ~ NO NSFW, MLM ONLY

Max Mayfield ~ NO NSFW

Jim Hopper

Fred Benson

Chrissy Cunningham

SHIPS:

Jancy (Jonathan and Nancy)

Stancy (Steve and Nancy)

Mileven (Mike and Eleven)

Byler (Will and Mike)

Lumax (Max and Lucas)

Steddie (Steve and Eddie)

IT:

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Beverly Marsh

Stanley Uris

SHIPS:

Reddie (Richie and Eddie)

Benverly (Ben and Beverly)

Stenbrough (Stan and Bill)

Stanlon (Stan and Mike)

No nsfw for when they’re kids, obviously, but I am flexible with high school and college settings if that’s what you’re after. Regarding adult era, obviously nsfw is okay! Just please specify which era you want when requesting.

THE QUARRY:

Dylan (MLM ONLY)

Ryan

Emma

Abigail

Jacob

Laura

Kaitlyn

Nick

SHIPS:

Dylan and Ryan

Abigail and Emma

Jacob and Emma

UNTIL DAWN:

Sam

Josh

Ashley

Chris

Jessica

Matt

Emily

Mike

REQUESTS AND BOUNDARIES:

Requests will always be open, here’s a short list of things I will write and won’t write. I hope it’ll be helpful when requesting!

WILL WRITE:

Headcanons, fics, drabbles, oneshots, etc.

Fluff, platonic, nsfw/nsft, and anything else in-between.

Things involving drugs, preferably just marijuana, but I’ll consider harder substances if asked.

Any sort of kink, I have a few exceptions which will be featured in the ‘won’t write’ section. Anything else is free reign.

I’ll consider topics including self harm or other things of that matter, but if I feel the request is romanticizing or glamorizing mental illness it won’t be accepted. It’s important to me that depictions like that are accurate.

Female, male, and non-binary/gender neutral readers. I normally keep everything gender neutral just for more inclusivity, but if asked specifically I’ll accommodate. When requesting please specify afab or amab! If not specified I’ll try to keep it ambiguous, or offer both.

WON’T WRITE:

Kinks including: Any sort of non-con, pee, scat, or snuff. Really anything involving bodily fluids or intense violence.

Requests with names or anything specific, I want to be as inclusive as possible so anything that’s specific to a single person will be denied!

Things involving abuse of any kind (sexual, physical, emotional)

Any sort of fic about real people, this is non-negotiable!

Incest or any other taboo subject.

Please don’t be afraid to request something! I’m always itching to write and will be more than happy to write something for you!

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canislupus-exe · 3 years ago

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Smackdown | stanley barber

>> gif credit to @/elvarcu on tenor <<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

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

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 1,434

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (R/n) = random name

summary | bro ur stuff is so good I genuinely love it ur so talented. I was wondering if you could write an imagine about reader x Stanley barber from IANOWT where they're in a musical ??? I didn’t think of the plot while thinking of this I’m sorry😭😭😭

editor |@feliscatus-exe

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You let out a sigh as you weaved through the many students in the halls. Everyone was desperate to leave school and get home, relieved that the day was finally over. You, on the other hand, were walking farther inward, trying to get to the theater on time.

Your math teacher had asked you to stay after class, and despite your begging to have this talk another time, he insisted on having it right then and there. Something about your answers to one of the worksheets, blah blah blah, you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting to play rehearsal, and right now you would barely make it by the skin of your teeth.

In your haste to reach the building on time, you weren’t exactly paying the most attention to your surroundings. You ran face-first into somebody in the halls, significantly propelling you backward and causing you to fall on your ass. You blinked a few times before looking up.

“Woah, that was a wicked smackdown. Are you alright?”

You recognized him. Stanley Barber. It would be a complete lie on your end if you said you hadn’t dreamed of working up the courage to talk to him one day. It wasn’t like he seemed unapproachable, it was just that he already had his group of friends, and you were so incredibly awkward. And you surely weren’t helping your case by staring at him blankly while not saying anything.

“Did you hit your head or something?” He asked. You shook your head as his words brought you back to reality. You began to stand up before dusting yourself off.

“Uh no, no. I’m fine. Sorry about that, just in a rush. Trying to get to- shit! Play rehearsal!” You pushed past him and began running once again. Stanley turned and watched you round the corner, gone just as fast as he’d seen you come. What a strange person.

>>timeskip<<

You entered the cafeteria, your nose buried in your script as you walked to an empty table. Your eyes stayed fixed on the words as you pulled your lunch bag out of your backpack. You didn’t need to look at what you were doing, practically running on autopilot.

“Hey, smackdown. You want some lunch with that assignment?”

“What?” You asked as you looked up, Standing before you were Stanley and two of his friends, one who you vaguely recognized.

“Who works during lunch?” He asked with a laugh and began to sit down.

“Oh uh- It’s not an assignment. It’s the script for the musical I’m in.”

“Musical? We put on musicals here? I didn’t even know that…” The one with red hair said. Stanley laughed.

“Wow, Sydney, way to disrespect their passion.”

“Who do you play?” The other girl asked.

“Oh um… Lurch from the Addams Family.” “You guys are performing the Addams family? I love that movie. I wonder why I didn’t know.”

“Oh well, we haven’t done much advertising. We’re barely in the first week of rehearsing.”

“That’s seriously awesome! I can’t wait to watch it.” Stanley replied. You almost choked on your spit. He wants to see me perform? Why in God’s name does he want to watch me perform?

“A-Are you sure? The musical is a lot different than the movie… I don’t know if you’d like it.” You mumbled, now feeling completely unsure of yourself.

“Oh definitely! Besides, it’ll have you in it, so it’s bound to be great.” He said. You raised your eyebrows.

“You don’t even know me?” You replied, your voice laced with confusion. Stanley laughed.

“You’re right! My name is Stanley, yours?”

“(Y/n).”

“Great! (Y/n) this is Sydney and Dina, Sydney and Dina, this is (Y/n), and you all know I’m Stanley and I know all of you so now, we’re all friends!”

“I hope you’re ready for the most annoying group of friends you’ve ever had (Y/n).”

>>timeskip<<

You shook your head and exhaled, hyping yourself as the overture played. You waited patiently for your cue, praying that your nerves would settle themselves. And there it was, time to go on stage, no more time to worry about it, just time to do it. You followed the rest of the cast, standing on the far right of Gomez, behind Morticia and Grandmama.

“Ah, the intoxicating smell of the graveyard. Once a year when the last leaf of autumn falls, we gather to honor the great cycle of life and death. Come, every member of our clan - living, dead, and, undecided - and let us celebrate what it is to be an Addams.” Gomez spoke, and then you began with the first choreographed dance.

You looked into the audience, which was much more full than you thought it’d be. You knew you shouldn’t have been looking, that it would only make you more nervous, but you just couldn't help it. Amongst the faces in the crowd, you saw one that made your heart skip a beat much more intensely than the others. Stanley followed through with his promise to see you perform. You exhaled. Time to put on the show of your life, for him.

>>timeskip<<

The crowd’s claps were practically overwhelming as you bowed next to Grandmama, holding her hand. You smiled and basked in that amazing feeling. There was nothing else quite like it. After the curtain closed, you couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal.

“Come on! I want you to meet my parents!” Grandmama said as she grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the stage exit.

“Wait what? Your parents?” You asked.

“Yeah. I’ve been talking about this for ages and they wanted to meet the person who introduced me to theatre in the first place.”

“Oh jeez, you talked to them about that? That’s embarrassing.” You replied with a laugh and followed her out to the crowd. Both her parents stood toward the front and smiled when they saw the two of you approach.

“You guys were so good! You must be (Y/n)! (R/n) has talked so much about how you’ve helped her discover her passion for acting. You’ve really made a difference in her.” Her mother, or at least that’s what you assumed, said. You rubbed the back of your neck and laughed awkwardly.

“Oh really? T-that’s great, um…” You weren’t really sure how to respond.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones wanting to congratulate you on your performance.” She replied and ushered behind you. You turned to see Stanley waiting. He gave you a small, sheepish wave.

“(R/n), we also wanted you to introduce us to Morticia, her performance was spot on.”

“Sure mom. I’ll catch you later (Y/n).” (R/n) said before leading her parents away. You watched them go before turning back to Stanley.

“Hey there Smackdown.”

“Again with that corny nickname?” You asked and he laughed. You smiled.

“So, what did you think?” You asked.

“It was amazing! I uh… I got you these.” He replied, pulling the hand that he was hiding behind his back into view, revealing that he bought you flowers. You blinked a few times before grabbing them.

“Flowers? That’s… That's really sweet Stan. T-Thank you.”

“Yeah… I feel kinda dumb about it now though. You and (R/n). I should’ve known.” He said with a shrug before shoving his hands in his pockets. You looked between Stan and (R/n) before laughing.

“(R/n)? No, God no. She’s just a friend. Very much a friend.”

“Really?”

“Yes. 100%.”

“That’s good. That makes me feel less dumb about the flowers.”

“Even if we were together though, flowers are a pretty customary thing to bring someone after a performance. Friends and family do it all the time.” You said. Sure, you hoped these had a romantic undertone, but you didn’t want him to think that that’s how you were perceiving them.

“W-Well, I was kinda actually hoping that… um… D-Dina and Sydney are waiting for us at the diner and they’re… On a date. I was hoping maybe we could join and like… Y-You know…”

“Double date?” You asked, your heart skipping a beat.

“Yeah. If you want to, that is.”

“Of course! I would love that.”

“Really? Awesome. Shall we, my Gomez?” He asked, offering you his arm. You laughed.

“As much as I would love to go eat dinner in this getup, it’s not mine. I have to go change out of it.”

“Oh right. That makes sense. Meet you in five?”

“More like ten. These shoes are a bitch.” You replied with a laugh. He smiled.

“Alright. Meet in ten.”

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley uris x reader #fluff #non binary reader #smackdown #canislupus.txt

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