#stanely uris imagines

[sweetdreamling]

why you?

pairing; stanley uris x male!reader

words; 875

note; stan & the reader are 18!

“Shit! Y/N’s coming this way!” Stan mumbled as he quickly turned the opposite way. “Hey Staniel, class is this way!” Richie called after him but he was ignored.

“He’s been avoiding Y/N for like three weeks. I’m surprised Y/N has let it go on for so long.” Ben says as the losers watch Y/N roll his eyes and follow Stan down the hall.

Truth was Stan was trying his hardest to avoid you. Every time he’d catch a glimpse of you, he’d head in an opposite direction. In class, he’d ignore you and when hanging out with the others, he’d avoid you like a plague.

He hated himself for avoiding you but honestly, you were better off. Hell, he was better off. Why set himself up for heartbreak? Over the past couple of months, he found himself having a crush on you but he knew you wouldn’t return his feelings. You’d probably spit in his face if you found out he liked you.

“Stan!”

Hearing you called out his name, made him quicken his pace and he hurried into the bathroom. Of all places and he chose to hide in the bathroom. He’s such an idiot.

He rushes into a stall, locking the door as he sits down. “Seriously Stanley? Hiding in the bathroom?” He hears you ask as you walked into the bathroom.

”Staaannnn?” He doesn't respond, leaning his head back against the wall.

”Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something?” Stan takes a deep breath, exhaling. He didn't respond. No, you didn’t do anything it was him that was the problem.

“Stan, c’mon. Please, just say something. It’s been weeks since you’ve said a word to me. Just tell me what I did so I can make it right.”

“There’s nothing you can do to make it right, Y/N.”

“At least tell me what I did?” You placed a hand against the door. “Please?”

Inside the stall, Stan ran a hand through his curls. A series of Why’s rang around his thoughts. Why was he such a fucking idiot. Why did he have to fall in love with one of his best friends?

“I-“ he cuts himself off. “Shit, this is hard.” He mumbles, running a hand over his face.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me, Stan. I just want you to stop avoiding me. Stop acting like I don’t exist. I miss you, Stan.”

“Why did it have to be you?” Stan questions, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt them fill with tears.

“Wh-?”

“Why’d I have to fall in love with you? All of the people in the world, it had to be you. My best friend. I didn’t even like guys. I thought I was straight until I met you, Y/N. You’re the reason why I lay awake questioning my sexuality at night.

And the funny thing is, I don't see anyone but you. It's like you're the only person that's worth my time.”

”Stan? Open the door.”

“And I know, you’d never love me back. I mean, I’m Stanley Uris, the losers resident tight ass. I’m the disgusting Je-“

You cut him off, “don’t fucking finish that sentence, Stan.”

“But, it’s true.”

“No, it’s not. You’re Stan The Man, one of the losers. Sure, sometimes you can be an ass but all of us are. You’re one of the brain cells of the losers, cause honestly we’d be fucked plenty of time if you weren’t with us.”

“R-really?”

“Hell yeah, Stan. We wouldn’t be complete without you, man. Honestly, me and Richie would be a fucking mess if something would happen to you.”

Stan reaches up, wiping his eyes.

“I love you too, y’know. More than a friend.” Stan felt his eyes widen, he reached over to the lock of the stall.

“It’s been killing me, not speaking to you for the past couple of weeks. I thought I had slipped up and you found out. A-and you were...disgusted and hated me.”

Stan stands, nearly rips the door of the hinges as he opens it. “I would never hate you.”

You both take in your tear stained face and red eyes. “I know that now.”

“Can I kiss you?” You question, softly.

Stan nods as he stares up into your (e/c) eyes. He sees how much they’re filled with happiness and focused on him. His breathe hitches as he feels a warm hand on his lower back. You pull him closer, gaze never faltering.

You lean into him, hesitantly.

“How's this?"

 

He couldn’t find any words, soon there barely an inch of space between their lips. Stan's heart nearly stops.

“HEY GUYS!” The main bathroom door bursts open, Richie comes trailing in with the Losers sans Beverly behind him.

“WE’VE BEEN WA-“ Eddie slams a hand over Richie’s mouth. “Holy shit, you guys were making out in the bathroom? Do you know what’s floating around in the air? What’s on the toilet seats?! And you’re kissing in here?!”

Stan lets out a mournful sigh, burying his head in Y/N’s shoulder. So close but of course his asshole friends had to ruin it.

“Maybe next time, Stan?”

“Somewhere-far away from the cockblockers.”  

[sleepyimpala]

tutoring

FANDOM: IT (2017). PARING: Stanley Uris x Reader. REQUESTS FOR STANLEY ARE CLOSED.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

You walked home, your feet treading into the concrete pathway.

You’d tried so hard on your maths test and yet your grade was still there, in it’s big red ink, etched out into the paper.

You knew your mum would be so mad when you told her that your grades still hadn’t changed.

She’d blame it on the boys you were hanging out with - the only group of friends you’d ever had since you were all five.

“A proper girl associates herself with other girls who show a good example, not a group of boys who are rash and violent,” that’s what she’s said, many, many times.

“So bitches like Gretta are the kinds of people you want me to hang around with?”

You’d answer, always upset she referred to your friends as ‘violent’, ‘rude’ and ‘barbaric’.

The only other person in your school who you got along with was Beverly Marsh - and you only hung out with her on weekends because she was your partner in Drama class.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

Your mum only liked Eddie and Bill - Eddie because he wasn’t so 'boyish’, he was polite, and Bill because she said his stutter was cute.

You didn’t understand why she didn’t like Stanley, of all people.

What? Just because he was Jewish?

Richie was Jewish! No one cared that he was Jewish!

Well, your mum didn’t, but of course, she still disliked him, but only because he was rude and swore, like, a lot.

You thought your mum would like Stanley - with his ironed clothes and curly hair and polite attitude, but she just chose to focus on one thing.

You sigh, going in through the back door.

The first thing you did after chucking your school bag to the floor was sneak into the living room and call Stanley - your mum wasn’t back from work yet.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

“Hey!” Stanley picked up the phone as soon as you called him. “Stanley Uris, Who is it?“

Your boyfriend had a phone in his room so he didn’t have to worry about his parents answering for him.

“My mom’s gonna kill me,” you groan loudly. He laughs.

“What? Why?"

At least he took it seriously, unlike Richie, who you learnt the hard way not to call when you had a problem because he’d just blurt it to everyone else.

"I got another F on my maths test,” you throw your head up in annoyance.

There’s silence coming from his side, and you knew he was doing that thing where he closes his mouth halfway between a thought.

“Well, I can help you?” He offers.

“I mean, my dad’s not here and we have another one in like, two weeks, and our next one is in like, two weeks, and like - ” he starts.

”Two weeks?“ You almost yell. "Fuck it. Okay. Can I come over?” He chuckles softly again.

“You’re cute. And, yeah, I don’t see why not.” You could tell he was grinning. “Just tell your mum you’re at Bill’s, or something,” he sighs softly.

“I will. See you in a few?”

“Mhm. I’m free the night, too. And tomorrow,” he was probably leaning against the wall now,  propping himself up with his arm.

“Same. Bye,”

“Love you,” you smile softly, murmuring in response.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

You remember to write something on a sticky note before you leave, scribbling 'Gone to Bill’s for a sleepover’, forcing yourself to bring the test with you, grudgingly shoving it into your bag.

You’d gotten bored the first two minutes Stanley started talking about the Pythagoras Theorem and explained the properties of triangles.

“Do we have to do this?” You groan in frustration, your pencil snapping for the fifth time already. “Can’t we just make out, or something?”

“As appealing as that sounds right now, I think it’s vital that you learn maths to at least the average level,” he was just poking fun at you, you knew that, but it did sting, kinda, coming from your boyfriend.

“But triangles aren’t gonna help me to publish a story or become a famous actor with Beverly!” He gave you a judging look.

“You hang out with Beverly? Whatever. Just a few more minutes, I promise. Then we can go get ice cream or hang out with Richie, I don’t know,” he shrugs and you sigh, Stanley was pretty good at maths, and he did keep his promises.

“You know, Beverly’s actually really nice,” he gives you a look and you laugh. “Right. Sorry. Continue,”

“So you basically just have to square a and then b, add those two together and…” needless to say, Stan Uris was the only person alive who could explain maths to you.

“Oh, so you don’t subtract them from each other, you add them!” You exclaim. He laughs.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to tell you that,” he rolls his eyes and you pout at him. “For the last - I think thirty minutes,”

“Oops,” you make a small smile. “Sorry!”

“It’s okay. So, you get it now? Because that was pretty much the entire test. I cannot believe you just subtracted them - didn’t you see what everyone else was doing?” He gives a sly smile.

“No!” you say. “I don’t cheat! I’m not Richie! I’m just stupid,”“You’re not stupid,” he says.

“Come on, let’s go get ice cream?"

"I think you’re the only person who would actually put up with me a whole thirty minutes and bother to explain something to me without wanting to rip my head off every five seconds,” you say thoughtfully.

“Hmm. Our relationship is precious, isn’t it?” You smile, burying your head into his arm.

“In a way,” is all he says, before kissing your forehead.

“I love you,”

“I love you too. Thanks for making triangles less exhausting, Bird Boy,”

MASTERLIST (requests for stan are open). 

[iamwallpaperz]

@gauchebaleine hope you enjoy!

[yikestripes]

Same old

A/N: Here you go anon!!! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Pairing: Bill x Reader

Request: May I request a fic with Bill Denbrough x reader that has Bill saving the reader from her worst fear that Pennywise is putting her through? (which can be something related to bullying or some sort of phobia). And I do think it’s more fitting as adults considering what happened in the second movie, but it’s also fine if they’re written younger—

(Y/D/J) = Your dream job

You swallowed hard, pulling up outside of the Chinese restaurant Mike had picked. You weren’t particularly prepared for the potential horrors waiting for you inside; you felt anxious as hell, being reunited with the people you’d called friends your entire childhood with barely any recollection of their names or virtually anything about them. As a matter of fact, you hardly remembered anything Mike had brought up during your brief phone call the night before about your childhood. You never had any reason to bring it up in conversation, or think about it for any other reason, so why would you remember? But then again, how could you forget? Isn’t that someone everyone does, forget? Especially when they grow up and move away? Apparently not.

You shook away the negative thoughts that swirled around your aching brain, and got out of your car as another car pulled into the parking lot. You paid no mind to the other car, too distracted by the restaurant looming overhead and what awaited you inside, when someone calling you from behind brought you back.

“(Y/N)?” You turned at the sound of your name being called by a distinctly deep, male voice, and were met with a man around your age squinting at you behind his glasses, seemingly confused. You stared for a second before it clicked; Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier stood before you, hands tucked sheepishly into his leather jacket, with his hair wild from running his fingers through it moments before.

“Oh my GOD! Richie!” You felt yourself running at him and attack him in a hug. He didn’t move at first, still slightly taken aback by having seen someone he hadn’t seen in 27 years look so painfully familiar but like a beautiful stranger. He moved to hug back but you’d already stepped back to get a better look at him.

“You look great, Trashmouth! What the hell!” You laughed and Richie’s awkwardness eased up as he smiled a bit.

“Look at you, you look gorgeous! What the fuck happened to me?” He glanced at his reflection in the glass of the window and shook his head a bit.

“Oh stop. When did you get in?” You asked, stuffing your own hands in your pockets, quickly becoming re-acquainted with the chilly air of Maine.

“Last night. You?”

“Earlier this afternoon. Have… have you seen anyone yet?”

“Nope. You?”

“Not yet. Wanna go in?”

“Not at all.”

“Alright, let’s do this.” You took your hands out of your pocket with a deep breath to calm your racing heart, and ripped the door open as Richie followed behind you.

The restaurant seemed nice and was brightly lit, which helped to relax you a little bit.

That might make it easier to recognize everyone.

The hostess led you and Rich to a private room aside from the main dining room, where 3 grown men near the fish tank, becoming readjusted to each other once again.

“Wow, take a look at these guys!” The shorter man in the red jacket said, attempting to relieve some of the tangible awkwardness.

You pressed your lips together as you made eye contact with the taller man, who seemed to be familiar in a different way than the others. His muscles contracted as he crossed his arms over his chest, his silver watch winking at you in the light. His blue eyes were bright, and full of hazy memory.

“Look at her TREMBLE girls! She’ll be a laughing stock by the end of the day!” Gretta Keene was cackling as you shook like a teapot, your back so far against the lockers that the locks were pressing into your back. You had no idea why Gretta was so terrifying, but she just was. There were no limits with her torment, and that certainly didn’t exclude you. She’d thrown wet trash on you, poured paint in your backpack in art class, and hid your clothes after gym class. She made you miserable at any opportunity, purely because she knew it bothered you; plus you were an easy target, you had no one to protect you. She had all the power. Especially since she found your sketchbook, filled with embarrassing drawings of one Bill Denbrough.

“Oh s-shut up, G-gretta.” The all-too-familiar lanky boy stepped out from behind Gretta, meekly followed by a few other boys you’d recognized from your classes through the years, who were always with Bill. Gretta whipped her ponytail around to look at who’d interrupted her fun, allowing you to sneak a bit closer to the boys.

“Aw would you look who it is, Stuttering Bill Denbrough! Coming to protect your little girlfriend, huh?” Bill’s blue eyes hardened, ignoring Gretta’s comment.

“Just leave her alone, she never did anything to you.” Bill crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh yeah? Or what?”

“O-or I'll r-r-remind the w-wh-whole school a-about how R-Ri-Richie p-p-pulled up your skirt d-during the cl-class play i-in 4th grade.” Bill smirked as Gretta’s face turned a shade of pink.

Richie snickered as he adjusted his glasses, clearly still amused by the memory. Eddie glared at him and Richie shrugged.

“You win this round, Denbrough,” Gretta glared at him, clearly trying but failing to intimidate him. “Next time, Stuttering Bill won’t be around to save your ass, you little slut.” Gretta lunged at you and you slammed back into the lockers, trying to hide your wince after hitting a lock particularly hard.

She sashayed away as you recovered, rubbing the lower part of your back.

“Thank you.” You whispered to Bill, casting your eyes down. You were extremely shy, especially after Gretta’s torment had begun. You looked back up and Bill smiled kindly at you, extending his hand to help you up.

“I-I’m Bill D-D-Denbrough,” You shook his hand with a shy grin. “I-I know w-we’ve had c-cl-classes together f-for a few y-y-years, b-but I d-don’t thi-think we’ve e-ever spoken.”

“I’m (Y/N).” Bill nodded.

“I’m Richie!”

“Edward Kaspbrak, but you can call me Eddie.” “Call him Eddie Spaghetti, he LOVES that!”

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Alright Eds, have it your way.”

“I hate Eds too! It’s Eddie!”

“Calm yourself, Eduardo.”

“RICHIE!” Richie snickered again as Eddie crossed his arms, huffing in frustration.

“I”m Stanley, Stanley Uris.”

“Oh, yes! We have math together.” You smiled at the curly-haired boy. He sat behind you at math, always answering the teacher’s questions.

“Bill?” You whispered, frowning slightly. Bill broke out into a grin and approached you slowly, memories streaming back.

“(Y/N).” He said almost breathlessly, pulling you into a tight hug. Your knees almost buckled beneath you at his familiar scent and feeling of him holding you so close and so tight.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long, I just, I can’t believe it…” You trailed off, an eruption of memories causing your previous headache to return. You grimaced slightly, and shook it away, not allowing something so silly to ruin your evening.

“I know. It’s been what, 18 years? 17? Right after college, I believe, is when we last saw each other.” Bill took a step back, suddenly feeling like he was back in high school with the way his emotions were running so rampant.

“Something like that. How have you been?? What’s been going on? What do you do?” You became readjusted quickly, the other Loser’s looking on with a familiar feeling, as if they’d seen the same sort of interactions between the two of you. As a matter of fact, they had. When you were all much, much younger, and a lot more unable to speak your feelings.

You and Bill caught up very quickly as you awaited the other’s arrivals, one by one. You learned he followed his heart and became a writer, and you’d actually read a few of his books! Contrary to popular belief, you thought his endings were not that bad. He’d been married for a few years, but it never quite worked out, so they ended up divorcing on civil terms. He found out you hadn’t married; never quite finding the right person. Little did you know, the right one had been only a few hours away, subconsciously writing your personality into book characters. You’d become (Y/D/J), traveling the world like you’d always wanted to, and settling down in a place that was the complete opposite of Derry. Not that you’d remembered what it was like in Derry, but once you returned, you shuddered at how much the place had affected you.

You left the Chinese restaurant feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders, weighing down on you like never before. Between finding out about why Stanley hadn’t been at dinner, the fortune cookie massacre, and your feelings for Bill all coming rushing back at once, there was almost nothing keeping you from leaving. Almost.

“I-I’m gonna go w-w-with Mikey to the library, you o-okay to get back by yourself?” Bill asked, mentally cursing for allowing his stutter to rear its head.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m probably gonna go to bed and mull things over.” You rubbed your hand up and down his arm, watching as he untensed a little bit. Your touch was always enough to relax Bill, especially back in the days after the first battle.

You slept over his house pretty often, sneaking in and out of his window on the days you were afraid his parents would think you were spending too much time there. Half the time when you would wake up in the middle of the night by yourself, usually after a Gretta or Pennywise induced nightmare, and sneak over to Bill’s and climb into bed with him; your safe space. He would crack an eye open, smile, and open his arms to you. You climbed in and wiggled up next to him as he held you close, a smile gracing both of your faces.

“I’ll see you back there, then.” He smiled at you and his hand lingered on your shoulder for just a moment, before joining Mike in his car. You made it back to the motel without incident, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The following morning, you woke up and found yourself shivering for the first time in years; and you knew it wasn’t because of any sort of draft. Along with the horrid memories that poisoned your childhood, the ones that remained untouched by the horrors you experienced also recurred. It was almost as if you were reverting to the person you were while living in Derry, complete with your need for Bill Denbrough to protect you.

“It’s only going to work if we split up,” Mike said, glancing at each Loser.

“No way, statistically speaking we’re much better off if we remain together as a group!” Eddie said, nervousness lacing his already edgy voice.

“W-we can’t. You w-won’t b-be able to find y-your tokens, it’s a sort o-of… personal journey. E-each of us h-has to par-partake.” Bill said, clapping a hand on Mike’s shoulder.

You shrugged and started climbing the ladder, squinting in the filtered light of the Barrens as you walked forward, feeling propelled by some unknown force. Just as Mike had advised, you all split up. You’d crossed paths with Bill a bit later in the day, who looked extraordinarily pale. Assuming he’d already grabbed his token by the look on his face, you just pulled him into a hug.

You pulled away with a smile, quickly realizing your mistake. A mangled sort of Gretta Bowie stood in front of you, hair matted and her typical blue eyeshadow was replaced by something red and gooey, assumably blood.

“Did you miss me, freak?” A voice that was only partially human seemed to be coming from Gretta, even though her mouth didn’t move.

You stood in frozen horror, mouth agape.

“I missed you, I thought you’d never come back to talk with me.” The creature that resembled your former tormenter remarked. “No one ever wants to talk with me.” The creature flipped its matted hair. “Look at you TREMBLE! The whole school is gonna know about your pathetic little crush on Bill Denbrough, the boy with the stutter. You know he never loved you, right? He thought you were a freak, like the rest of us. Just a quiet, little freak. He only pretended to like you, because he’s such a nice guy. Look at you now! All grown up and the same little crush on Big stuttering Bill Denbrough!” Gretta cackled in the most sickeningly familiar way, and you dropped to your knees in tears.

It’s not real.

It’s not real.

It’s not real.

It’s real.

You felt like you were going to throw up, all the anxiety and shame rushing back at you all at once.

Bill had crossed the street near his old neighborhood, still slightly unnerved by his encounter with Pennywise. Subconsciously, he had been hoping to run into you on the hunt for your token, looking for some sort of excuse to see you. He hated the idea of the whole group splitting up, despite the visions Mike had forced him to see the previous night. He knew it was the only way but the reality of the situation sat heavy like a rock in his stomach; he couldn’t stand the idea of losing another loved one to the goddamn clown that had been terrorizing him since he was just 13 years old.

An ear piercing scream rang out suddenly, breaking Bill from his thoughts. A very familiar scream.

“(Y/N)!” Bill whipped around wildly, looking for some sort of direction to go in. Another scream rang out and he followed the sound to Jackson Street, where he found you on your hands and knees, screaming unintelligible words. It was almost as if you were screaming at someone, not just something.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled again. You hadn’t heard him, and just kept on screaming your head off. Suddenly you stopped, and curled up in a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. You were clutching something to your chest that Bill couldn’t quite see as he tried to ease you into sitting up.

“H-hey, it’s okay. It’s me.” You looked up at him, your face completely tear stained with mascara running down your cheeks. Bill’s heart clenched a little bit.

“What h-h-happened?” You jumped into his arms, and began sobbing all over again. “Shhh, it’s o-over now. T-the clown c-c-can’t hurt you any-anymore.” He whispered into your hair, trying to get you to relax a little bit. Your heavy breathing eased as your breaths became more even, and you sat back on your heels.

“It was Gretta.” You said, your throat feeling raw from screaming. “She was telling me all these horrible things, and I-I just lost it.” You hugged the book tight to your chest.

“Well,” Bill’s eyes darted from the book to you. “At least you got your artifact.” He smiled his same old smile, making you feel a little bit warm inside. That smile could make anything seem a little bit brighter.

[ohlovelywar]

okay now i have been sitting here for the past ten minutes now trying to remember if richie tozier canonly had a sister or if that was something i read on here but all i can say is andy muschietti please make a losers club tv show and cast malina weissman as richie’s sister  

[randommarveler]

2017!Richie Tozier X Reader Fic Recommendation

If you have any Masterlists or Authors I’ve missed, feel free to send them to me.

Note: This has been updated to accommodate the new formatting I’ve gone with and also a lot of the links are dead and I really wanted this to be like a list of one I enjoyed rather than dumping a list of people I’ve read. idk, just keep on writing everyone 😊(and yes, I fucking reread so many fics and got hit with 2017/2018 nostalgia). 

One Shots

Innocence @loverssclub

Everyone’s Favourite Siblings @loverssclub

Halloween Tradition @wukindly

Stuck Together @wukindly

Under The Mistletoe @wukindly

Soulmates @wukindly

Sleepless @coffeestainedtales

Well Guys… @coffeestainedtales

Wink @losers-witch​

Protect You @losers-witch

Stupid @losers-witch​

Jump @tozierswheelers

Truth & Dares @tozierswheelers

The Losers Club’s Master Plan @tozierswheelers

In Love @tozierswheelers​

More Than Friends @lcvett

Shameless @lcvett​

You Can’t Be Serious @lcvett​

Quiet @multi-parker

Kiss @multi-parker​

How To Fight @asthmaticeddie

A Mute Richie @asthmaticeddie

All Talk @asthmaticeddie

College Roomates @gibbonsofsummer

Detention @fight-me-wyatt​

I Tolerate Him @fight-me-wyatt

Good Girls Can Be Bad @maroon-richie

Opposites Attract @maroon-richie

Oh How The Tables Turned @maroon-richie

Dear Diary @maroon-richie

A Cake To Remember @peachywise

The Woods, The Night & You @peachywise

Accidental Stabbing @thecreativeangel

A Pile Of Sticky Notes @thecreativeangel

Five Seconds @thecreativeangel

Hermione Granger @beep-beepbitches

Alone Together @beep-beepbitches

Sunshine @just-jordie-things​

Home @just-jordie-things​

Drinking Confessions @just-jordie-things

An Angel’s Trashmouth @just-jordie-things

Snow Days @just-jordie-things

A Rush @justauthoring

Cuddlebug @justauthoring​

Series

Kiss Me To Make Her Jealous @asthmaticeddie

Kiss Me To Make Her Jealous

Kiss Me To Make Her Jealous Part 2

Secret Relationship @gibbonsofsummer

Secret Relationship Part 1

Secret Relationship Part 2

Realization @wolfhardstozier

Realization (Part 1)

You’re Wrong (Part 2)

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. @thecreativeangel

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 1

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 2

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 3

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 4

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 5

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 6

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 7

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 8

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 9

S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E. Part 10

Headcanons

Headcanon #3 @losers-witch

Being Richie’s Crush @tozierswheelers

Richie Realizing He Likes You @tozierswheelers

High School Crush @tozierswheelers

Richie Tozier Dating a Short!Reader Would Include… @multi-parker

Being Richie’s Girlfriend @gibbonsofsummer

Dating Richie Tozier @stevensbat

High School With Richie @stevensbat

Dating Richie Tozier Would Include… @thecreativeangel

Richie Tozier x Smol!Reader Would Include @thecreativeangel

Dating Richie Tozier @dangerousreputation

Headcanons @just-jordie-things​

[ravishmeclownboi-blog]

“Straight outta Derry, crazy motha fucker named Michael”

[timetofuckingneck]

New girl

The Losers Club x Female!reader

Word count: 514

Requested: yesyesyes

Summary: im really sozzles i couldnt even find the request but i just remember it abt the reader being the new girl and she sees henry bullying the losers and she fucking decks him so yeah

Side note: i’m not gonna even say it. y’all should know lmao

It’s your first day at your new school and honestly? It’s not great but it’s not that bad either. Everything is pretty simple and nothing too horrible has happened so that was good. You could get used to this place.

For some unknown reason your parents moved to Derry and at first you were against it but it’s not so bad. 

You were walking back home from school when you heard a lot of laughter in a near by alley way. 

You had a little peep to see what the noise was. There was an older boy harassing some kids from your class. He pushed down the one with the glasses to the ground then kicked him in the stomach and laughed like a mad man. Then he turned to the other boy, grabbed him by the shirt then threw him to the concrete ground. 

That set you off. You marched up to him.

“YOU” you called out to the bully.

He turned around obviously startled. Then he smirked. 

“More punching bags. Just what I-” 

BAM

He was cut off by you swinging your fist right into his face. And god, punching someone in the face hurt like a bitch. He stumbled back from the sudden impact. He wiped his nose smearing blood across his face. 

The boy with the glasses that was on the ground, you helped him up. He looked at you with wide eyes, like he just witnessed someone being murdered.

The bully turned to you with anger evident on his face. Then he stalked towards you.

“You’re so fucking dea-”

You swung your leg up his crotch and he fell to the ground, kneeling and holding himself. You heard gasps from behind you from the boys and girl.

You gave him one last kick. A big one.

“Now fuck off” you spat.

Then he ran off still holding himself. After he was out of sight you turned to the group of people he was harassing. 

“Are you all okay?” you asked. 

They didn’t answer for a moment. They just stood there. Shocked and amazed. Until one of them finally spoke up. 

“W-what you did for us, f-for Richie. Thank y-you”. 

“It’s no problem. He deserved it”.

The boy with the glasses grabbed you by the shoulders. “You. Are. My. Fucking. Hero. Why can’t I have the courage to punch Henry Bowers in the face!” he exclaimed, causing you to chuckle. 

“I’m Richie. And thats Bill, Bev, Eddie, Stan, Mike and Ben”.

“Hello everyone” you waved. 

“That was just so fucking amazing” Stan said. 

“Really fucking amazing” Eddie huffed. 

Beverly put a hand on your shoulder, “so thank you again for helping us out back there”.

You smiled with a nod. 

“We were just on our way to get some pizza and maybe ice cream too. Do you want to come?” Mike asked.

“Oh no, I don’t wanna intrude”.

“You’re not intruding. Please come. We want you to come” Ben told you.

You thought why not. “Yeah, I’d love to come”.

“G-Great” Bill smiled. 

Looks like you made some new friends 

[darling-i-read-it]

Painting

Stanley Uris x reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: nothing I don’t think? 

Author’s Note: I missed Stanley after writing the Richie request so here’s this 

Summary: AU where everyone lived through the last movie and is HAPPY 

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

Stanley loved his home. It was perfect in every sense of the way. You both loved it so much when you first stepped foot in it and that hadn’t changed till this day. You would walk into your house excited to decorate and throw around paint together and laugh together.

You and Stan had been friends since you were kids. You grew up on the same street and the same friend group. When that one summer happened and everyone seemed to split up you and Stanley stayed together. You started dating and dated on and off all the way up to college when you got actually serious. 

Eventually you got married which was as perfect as anything you could imagine. 

Then came your little home.

Perfection.

Stan liked perfection.

It just seemed to work out. 

“Stanley, this ending is terrible,” you called to the other room. He laughed loudly, walking over to where you were.

“Are you going to come and help me paint now?” he asked, pushing his glasses up above his head. You looked up at him and shook your head.

“What I’m going to do is call Bill and tell him his book sucks.” 

“They’re making a new adaptation to it as well that you can be annoyed about,” he said. You shook your head and grabbed your phone, dialing the number as you walked into the room. You had on overalls that were covered in paint from having repainted your bedroom. You were in the midst of repainting the bathroom now. 

“Hey! What’s up?” Bill said over the phone. You put him on speaker and turned to Stanely who had climbed up the small ladder to get to the edge of the room.

“Stan and I have something to tell you,” you said bitterly.

“From your tone I don’t think it's a pregnancy announcement,” he said with a small laugh. Stan shook his head and blushed lightly, turning away from you.

“No but trust me we aren’t shying away from that. The ending of your new book is-”

“Terrible yeah I know. I told you not to read that stuff anymore if they’re gonna make me push out a new chapter every two days. Read something different!” 

“I like to support you Bill!” 

“I’ll be okay. Is Stan there?” Stanley turned around and leaned a bit over to be closer to the phone.

“Right here!” 

“Don’t let her buy any more of my books.” Stanley nodded, pointing to you with the wet paint brush. You backed up so you didn’t get any paint on your face but he flicked it at you anyway.

“Will do,” Stan said. 

“And we’re still going to Richies show next week right?” 

“Yes sir! At least we are, you may have to call Bev and Ben out from the adventures overseas again.” He laughed.

“I will. See you guys soon!”

“Bye!” you and Stanely called at the same time. You hung up and stuffed the phone in your pocket before turning to your husband who was struggling to paint a straight line.

“You want help?” you asked and he nodded, moving aside. You got one of the straight edges and put it up for him to paint over which he did perfectly after your assistance.

“Thanks.”

You nodded and backed up, leaning against the bathroom door. You looked up at him and admired his curly hair, the way his shirt fit, the size of his hands. He had a focused look on your face that was easily broken when he realized you were staring at him and not the wall.

“What is it?” he asked, blushing a bit. Still blushing after 28 years. It amazed you.

“I was just admiring your painting job. It’s spectacular,” you said, giggling. He put his arm down and turned to you on the latter.

“You think you could do better?” he teased. You shook your head, raising your hands in defeat. 

“I was complimenting you!” 

He got down from the step stool and walked over to you. You put your hands on his hips, rocking yourself forward so that your chests were touching.

“You’re so handsome,” you said seriously, putting a finger under his chin and then moving your hand up to caress his cheek.

“You have to say that because we’re married,” he said. You shook your head.

“It’s true. I mean I’d marry you with that kind of face.” Stanley kissed you gently and you smiled into it. 

“You’re not getting out of painting this bathroom.”

“It was worth a shot. You are handsome though.”

[mini-cryptid]

Who Are You, Really?

Chapter: Prologue 

Word count: 2,823

Warnings: Non-graphic character death, vomiting

Author notes:  Here we go ya'll, I haven't written in a little under a year so please forgive me :,) 

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[ 135 Years Ago, 1866]

The wind howled through the sewer drains, bouncing off the walls and fading into nothingness the deeper into the sewers it traveled, the further from safety.

A lone and fluttering leaf that once belonged to a thriving maple tree was swept into the sewers, the wind taking it through many twists and turns and around bends before it landed softly, and gracefully in the slow-moving water, bobbing up and down with the current as it made its way through the darkened tunnel of the sewers, the sound of water trickling and rushing was the only sound now as the wind had long been forgotten now, the whistling dying out, never to reach these parts of the sewers, nothing reached these parts of the sewers- well, nothing alive at least.

The leaf swayed unsteadily yet gracefully through the currents as they got stronger at some points before almost becoming immobile at some points as the water would slow down, however, at last, it gave a final little flutter as it took its final landing in place, it landed with barely a sound on top of the wet concrete ground of the sewer, looking up from the leaf and to its new surroundings, the place was large, it didn’t seem like it would be apart of a sewer system, it was similar to that of a lair, like the ones used in children's books. The ceiling was high and there was a constant drip, drip, drip of water echoing throughout and bouncing off the walls, the main source of the dripping unknown to most that would initially viewing it, however upon closer inspection it could most likely be chalked up to the blood dripping off the large pile of children’s corpses that towered upwards towards the tall ceiling, and whilst that was most certainly peculiar there was something else, quite a few of them appeared to be floating, with no why or how just floating in the air.

Many of the kids were missing body parts, one leg, one if you looked close enough had their shoulder blade ripped out, another having looked like it was simply sliced in half, no single body seemed to have been left unscathed by whoever or whatever left them here.

Aside from the constant dripping, all was quiet, despite the situation, the place was calm in a way, peaceful almost, had it not been for the obvious amount of wrongs when looking at the scene, it still was peaceful. Well, that was how it had been, until a loud deep rumble filled what could only be assumed as the entire sewer drains, it was loud and piercing and made the dark place shake violently, for just below the place of the floating bodies- 30 feet or so, in a meteor crash site that had been formed a long, long time ago, a new being was in the process of creation.

The walls shook and the ground rumbled violently as another wave seemed to hit, deep inside the meteor crash site, five out of world deadlights were shaking and shuttering violently, creating smaller rumbles as they bumped into each other at points, as if they were all fighting with one another, until finally one separated from the rest as the others seemed to almost work together to expel it, it slammed into the ground with an explosion and it dispersed into a bright and wandering light and it seemed calm, and the rumbling stopped, the walls stopped shaking and it was peaceful once again aside from the falling of rocks that had yet to land, until seemingly out of nowhere a second deadlight slammed down into the first one, and they both burst into a large explosion of light, one so bright it would have blinded anyone looking at it, even from a large distance.

The light was slow to dissipate, from the explosion, small orbs fluttering down to the ground and being put out soon after touching the moist floor, and in the middle of the explosion site, stood a new and young being- a being that was made, solely for the purpose of helping one eater and destroyer of worlds.

-

This new predator was at the sewer opening now, it looked like a young boy, twelve or thirteen perhaps, he was short too, at least it appeared that way with the bottom half of his legs hidden by the murky water that seemed to be still and calm, content with gently lapping at the edges of the sewer and the banks that resided on either side. He had rather soft features, curly brown, almost black hair, thick black frames perched on his nose and the faintest hint of freckles danced across his features.

The being looked out across the still water, his ears picking up on the smallest of sounds from animals in the woods and the rumbles of cars driving on roads not too far away from the place he stood, he had been given an order, he needed to fulfill it

( even if he didn’t want to )

he needed to

( Kill )

Befriend humans, the young ones, although they- technically speaking- would’ve been older than him, only truly being created forty-seven minutes and seventeen seconds ago. He waded through the water, the quiet ripples made him look down to fully engage his reflection for the first time, it had only made sense for his form to be that of the target he was created too hunt, too lure then into a sense false of trust, and allow his superior to eat them whole, that's why he was here, that's what he was made for, it must be all he was good for,

Making his way up the bank, the being-with-no-name walked into the town of Derry, it was a small town, which in reality made their jobs easier, it was easier to make such a small amount of people turn a blind eye to what was happening, turn a blind eye to the masses of kids that go missing every twenty-seven years or so, turn a blind eye to the obvious evidence of what was really happening in the small town.

He barely made a noise as he scaled a rotting brick wall, vaulting over it to be greeted with a small shopping district where people of all ages were walking up and down, some parents shopping, some kids hanging with friends, it was lively and bright, much more alive compared to the conditions of the underground network running under Derry.

The being's eyes seemed to find and focus in on to two kids who were leaned up against a wall across the road, talking amongst themselves, and the beings eyes narrowed, a smark twitching its way onto his lips,

So it begins.

-

It had happened quickly, the two kids, who the being now knew to be called Stanely and Charles,

( “I'm Stanely, and this is Charles.” The tall one with curly hair had said, gesturing to his friend, the being felt his heart rate pick up for a second before his eyes landed on a sign behind the two kids it read ‘Richie’s ice-cream palace’ some sort of human market he supposed as his focus returned to the two, “I’m Richie.” He had said, peering at the two through his glasses.)

It only took a bit of talking before the being- or Richie he supposed was regarded as one of their ‘friends’, whatever that meant, something about humans trusting another or some bullshit.

Now the three of them stood out the front of the house on neibolt street, it was abandoned and to anyone looking at it from the outside it would seem empty, the being- Richie- knew this was far from the case, this was the place where all the sewers in Derry met up, like the center of a spider web it was where the monster awaited its prey, under this house was the place where it operated, it was the place above where all those kids bodies were floating, it was the place where Stanely and Charles would become no more than another pair of missing kids out of the many in the town of Derry, destined to be forgotten with time.

Richie led them up to the house, a smile twitching on his lips as he could feel it’s presence inside, waiting, Richie had done his job. Turning to the two of them he smirked seeing that they were both at least somewhat hesitant to go inside, “What, you wussies aren’t scared are ya?” He asked, a mocking tone in his voice, a pout forming on his face.

Charles only gave him a dirty glare back in response as he walked up to the front door where Richie was leaning on the doorframe of, making a point of walking in past him with Stanely close in tail, Richie only smirked in response.

“This place is so disgusting,” Charles commented as him and Stanely took in the inside of the house, meanwhile Richie had stepped in behind them, scowling a little bit at Charles’ comment, it was a house, wasn’t it? This was what humans also lived in was it not? Richie frowned in thought, he certainly didn’t see it as disgusting.

“Imagine having to spend the night here.” He continued after no one responded to his initial comment, but Richie was too busy, slamming the door shut behind them, causing them to jump to whirl around and face him, to which he just smiled, eyes narrowing.

“What the hell Richie?” Stanely asked, his voice shrill, if it wasn’t already clear he did not want to be here, it was very much obvious now.

But Richie didn’t respond, just smirked, rolling his shoulders as he let his extra set of limbs unfold, four spider legs, all popping into place with the soft noises of bones crunching- not that it hurt- in fact, it felt like a nice stretch more than anything, his teeth sharpened and his eyes darkened as he began advancing on the other two, who stumbled back in response, clearly confused and most importantly fearful.

Unfortunately for them, they happened to stumble directly into a clown, who just looked down at them with a hungry and menacing look in its dilated eyes,

“Time to float.”

Stanely Uris and Charles Dunkum knew no more.

-

[ Present Time, 2001]

Richie gasped awake, sucking in a large amount of air as he sat bolt upright, his eyes darting around, fuck, where was he? Where the fuck where his glasses? And more importantly, who the fuck was screaming?

Finally something- someone, Richie corrected himself handed him his glasses and he wasted no time in shoving them onto his face, desperately looking around, realizing the screaming had been from the TV that had since been paused and he was, he was at Bill’s house, in the garage, with the rest of the loser clubs.

Shit- when Richie looked up he found he was situated on the couch between Eddie and Bill, Beverly and Ben were sitting on another couch and Stan was on the other side of Bill and Mike was on an armchair by himself, and they were all staring, mixed emotion on their faces.

“The fuck was that Richie?” Eddie asked, worry lacing his tone as Richie turned to face him, “Sorry guys, was dreaming about what I was gonna do with Eddie’s mum tonight.” He quipped back immediately, putting no thought into it as he looked down at his hands, frowning as he noticed their tremors, shoving them in his pockets.

“You think trashmouth?” Bev asked, raising a brow, her lips pressed into a thin line, clearly in thought.

“You bet.” He smirked, opening his mouth to add on something he didn’t know, and would never know as Eddie could already tell some quip about his mum was coming and he quickly elbowed Richie’s side which caused Richie to let out an incredibly manly sound.

“You wound me Eddie.” He said, dramatically raising a hand to his forehead as he pushed himself off the couch with the intent of getting a glass of soda, well that was before his gaze fell on Stanley, who like the rest of the losers club was looking at him with a concerned gaze “Oh.” was all he let out as a familiar something pulled at Richie’s gut, causing his face to pale with what the other losers could only view as horror, the look was only there for a couple of moments before Richie had turned and all but sprinted down the hallway and upstairs to the bathroom.

By the time the rest of the losers arrived at the door frame Richie was already leaned over in the toilet, retching and his entire body convulsing violently.

“Shu-shit Richie!’ Bill said, the first to fully step into the bathroom, Stanely following close behind whilst the other stood at the doorway, for the simple reason of not wanting to overcrowd the bathroom, Eddie for other reasons obviously as even though he couldn’t see exactly what was happening he looked like he was about to vomit as well.

Stanely turned around once him and Bill crouched on either side of Richie who seemed to not be retching anymore, rather just hovering over the toilet bowl as if he expected to start up any second, his hands were gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white, “One of you go get a glass of water.”

After a few more minutes of Richie vomiting again once or twice and Stan rubbing circles on his back he finally pulled himself away from the toilet bowl and collapsing onto the floor, his dark mop of curls was sticky with sweat as he breathed heavily, gratefully drinking the glass of water Bev had received in one go, before throwing his head back against the wall, his weary gaze scanning the bathroom, realizing everyone but Bill, Stan and Bev had thankfully retreated downstairs.

After a few moments of nothing but his heavy breathing, his eyes darted up towards the others, who were still watching him carefully, “What? I still look as good when I vomit, you guys flatter me.” He said, obviously meaning to lighten the mood, not that it worked as the three of them all scowled and Richie looked away from their disappointed gazes.

“Wuh-what the hell wa-was that Richie?” Bill asked, voice angry which caused Richie to wince back a bit, he didn’t enjoy making any of the losers angry, but more especially Bill and Stanely, who were now both looking at him with expectant gazes.

Richie squinted, looking at the both of them, trying his best to play off the impending dread he could feel building up in his stomach, “Why I’m pretty sure it was vomit, what are you fucking blind?” He asked, his voice edging on acidity as his thoughts slowly unscrambled and the reality of what is currently happening- out of this room- and under Derry, hit him.

Stanely, who had previously been keeping a calm composure, broke, “You know what we mean Tozier!” He snapped back, his hands running through his curly hair, clearly stressed. “First you start shaking and twisting whilst your sleeping, and then you suddenly wake up to dart out of the room to vomit!”

Richie shrugged, “Guess I’m sick, lay off Stanley!” He spat, before clamping his jaw shut at the hurt expression on Stanley’s face, and the narrowing of Bill’s eyes.

“W-we’re- we’re juh-just concerned,” Bill said, looking between the two, also looking taken aback, it wasn’t often Richie ever got so directly angry with any of the losers, considering it was usually them getting angry at him for cracking a joke once or twice, they rarely ever got to see Richie genuinely mad.

“Yeah, well drop it.” He spat, shakily and unsteadily rising to his feet, slapping Bill’s hand away when it offered help, “I needa go.” He said, pushing past Stan and Bill who both tried to get in his way but he easily slipped past them and thankfully Bev stepped backward as he walked out the door, which only got her two short-lived glares from Stan and Bill as they followed Richie out a few moments later.

His footsteps thumped loudly as he made his way down the stairs, the rest of the losers that had left were all back on the couch, obviously having some sort of conversation that quieted down as Richie came down, “You okay?” Mike asked, Richie, ignored him as he opened the front door and slammed it behind him in record time, making his way down to the street, frankly not giving a shit as the door opened a couple of moments later with confused yells of “Richie!” and “What the fuck?”

[iamwallpaperz]

request by anon! cherry blossom barber

[sleepyimpala]

little things stan uris does for y/n as a boyfriend

FANDOM: IT (2017). PAIRING: Stan Uris x Reader. 

likes to brush his fingers across her lips

traces soft letters or drawings on her back when she falls asleep on him

likes to clasp his watch^^ on her wrist sometimes

flattens her shirts if she has any collars because we KNOW they’re NEVER straight

reminds her to tie up her shoelaces

“You’re going to fall over, babe,”

tells her off for apologising so much

has to speak up for her most of the time

tells her off for letting people step all over her

if she has any, he says that her scars show her how strong she is

likes to stroke her hair and pull her close to him if she has panic attacks

pushes her behind him if things get dangerous

gets frustrated at his friends being stupid towards her

MASTERLIST (requests for stan are open)

[sleepyimpala]

love letters

FANDOM: IT (2017). PAIRING: Stanley Uris x Reader. GENRE: Fluff. REQUESTED: yes. WARNINGS: none. FROM MY OLD BLOG: selfish-archipelago (THE ORIGINAL ONE). REQUESTS FOR STANLEY URIS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED!!!

luciferlxve asked:

Hello! May I request a Stan x fem!Reader where Stan tries to cheer the reader up and anonymously writes her a love letter but accidentally puts his name on it and yeah, well…fluff? Only if you’ve got the time and want to, xoxo 🙂

THIRD PERSON POV

Stanley watched her from across the table as she sighed some more, sniffing, stabbing her food with her fork quite violently as the others argued over the rules of time traveling.

Y/N’s hand slips and her fork, along with the rest of her food (just a bit, not a lot), clatter to the ground.

She groans frustratedly, her eyes already tinted red.

Only Stanley seemed to notice.

Of course, he did.

Y/N had been his crush ever since he met her.

She sighs again, this time with a louder sniff before bending down to pick up her things.

The bell rang.

All the way through science, Stan couldn’t help but think about how miserable his crush looked.

Normally, he liked subjects like science and math, because he found them interesting, but today, something seemed to be nagging away at his mind.

He kept on picturing her… crying.

Getting upset about things.

Bottling things up inside.

“S - Stan?” Stanley was so caught up in his own thoughts he’d even forgotten Bill was with him. “Are you OK?”

“What?” snap out of it, he told himself. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Are you worried about N - N/N? I thought it was only me.”

“Yeah, actually,” Stan scratches his head. “What’s wrong? Do you know?”

Bill bit the inside of his cheek.

“Crap,” Stan says. “Wait, what did I do?”

“I don’t think you m - meant it,” Bill starts gently. “But remember Saturday, at the Quarry?”

“I spent the whole time there with her,” Stan recalls.

“No, not the w - whole time,” the stuttering boy shakes his head.

“What do you mean?”

“Stan, we literally saw y - you f - flirting with B - Beverly.”

“Yeah, but - ”

“Oh my God!” Bill explodes. “She likes y - you! OK, listen, Stan, how would you like it if I flirted with Y/N?”

“Well, I would probably beat - wait, what? Are you saying what I think you’re saying? She likes me back?”

“IT’S BEEN ALMOST TEN YEARS!” Bill crows. “How did you n - not - ”

I have to make it up to her, Stan’s mind was already racing. Write. Because… because I’m kind of good at it. Write a… I’ll write a letter.

“Mr. Denbrough! Mr. Uris! Would you like a detention?”

“No, thank you, Miss,” Stan quips. Bill nods.

Stanley zoned off once again, this time coming up of what to write.

// later //

Stanley sat at his desk, armed and ready with a pen and paper, eyes drooping shut, but he forced himself to stay awake.

I’m sorry if I made you feel unimportant that day at the Quarry. I was honestly just taking one of our friends’ advice. But, if it makes you feel better, I love being with you. You’re practically the reason why I get out of bed and the reason why I deal with all of these idiots rather than just finding new friends. I know you try so hard to be perfect, although in my eyes, you already are. I love you just the way you are, and I’ll never look at another girl the way I look at you.

He was pretty sure he didn’t sign it off, and he was pretty sure he never wrote poetry like that.

But, again, he was pretty tired, so he could have been mistaken.

// the next day //

Y/N found the letter at around noon on a Sunday morning.

She was grumpy and tired, and still upset from the Quarry when the envelope made its’ way into her postbox.

Curiously, she took it inside to her bed, where she carefully tore the blue paper open.

These were the closing lines:

I love you just the way you are, and I’ll never look at another girl the way I look at you.

- Stanley

She gasped as she read the name, over and over again.

“I’ve got to tell him,” she exclaims to herself.

Grabbing the letter, she rode a few houses down, ringing the doorbell of the Uris household.

His mom opened the door.

“Is Stanley here?” She says quickly.

“I think so. He’s upstairs, probably.” His mom affirms.

“Thanks,” Y/N smiles before running upstairs.

“Teenagers,” his mother mutters.

Stanley was in his room, reading.

“Stan?” Y/N whispers.

He looks up, surprised, before noticing the letter in her hand.

He groans and shoves his head into his palm.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters. “No! I did - god.”

“Stan, did you write this?”

He nods miserably.

She smiles, a blush creeping onto her face.

“Bill told me…” he admits. She rolls her eyes. Of course, he did. “And I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was flirting with her, I thought I was just being friendly, honest!” He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Stan,” she cuts in. “It’s not your fault. Well… mostly. I’ve been having a really shitty week, and I guess… you and Bev… that was the final blow for me,” Stan gets up and closes the door.

“Well,” he takes the letter out of her hands, placing it on the bed. “I think I know how to improve your week,” he smiles.

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

He pulls her close before planting his lips on hers.

They both breathe before pulling away.

“Holy shit, you do.”

MASTERLIST (requests for stan are open)

[yikestripes]

Just Believe

Stanley Uris x Reader!

A/N: I always feel like stanfics don’t get enough attention so here’s a super cute one I thought up in the shower! Enjoy! (also, someone find me a man like this DAAAAMN)

OH and they’re aged up in this one; not a specific age, but just older than 13 i guess? so likeee 16-17. alright cool ENJOY!

(y/f/g): your favorite gem (emerald, sapphire, ruby, etc)

“Believe in what your heart is saying, hear the melody that’s playing,” Josh Groban’s deep voice rang out from the tv set, and bounced off the walls in the living room as Stan looked at you with stars in his eyes. You were watching the end credits of your favorite Christmas movie “The Polar Express” so intently, all the while Stan remained focused on you. He grinned at how adorable it was that you were so invested in just the end credit scenes, quietly and subconsciously humming along to “Believe” by Josh Groban playing through the speakers.

Suddenly, Stan reached out and took your hand, breaking you out of your trance. You made a face as he pulled you off the couch and let his hands come to rest on your hips, a small smile playing at his lips. You relaxed at his touch and let your arms come to rest around his neck as you slowly swayed around the room, pausing to giggle at Stan’s goofy grin.

“You know, as many times as I’ve looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, I have never come across someone with quite the same color.” He whispered. You giggled again as a blush rose to your cheeks.

“Oh really? What color do you think they are, then?”

“Some mix between (Y/E/C) and (E/C).” He said, scanning your face with his big brown eyes.

“I’m so in love with you, Stanley Uris.” You whispered back, pressing a light kiss to his cheek as his grin reappeared.

He picked you up and spun you around, before putting you back down and letting his hands return to your hips, still swaying around your living room. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat so quickly, both afraid it might spring out of his chest.

You stayed like that until the song ended, and as you pulled away to turn off the TV, Stan stopped you. You raised your eyebrows as he picked up the remote and rewound back to the beginning of the song.

“Children sleeping, snow is softly falling.

Dreams are calling, like bells in the distance.

We were dreamers not so long ago.

But one by one we all had to grow up.” Stanley hummed along, and reached out his hand again. You pretended to not want to, and Stan made a shocked face, when you kissed his wide open mouth, causing you both to giggle.

“If you just believe,” You sang quietly, letting your forehead come to rest against Stan’s, a stray curl falling into place.

You got on your tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away to clean up the room before your mother got home, while Stanley watched, still amazed at how he was currently dating the girl he knew for a fact he wanted to marry one day.

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Stanely paced the floor of his office for a straight hour. You had dinner plans with your friends that night in the heart of the city, and were due back at any moment. It was the middle of December and you had promised Stan a night together earlier that week, saying you could sit down together and watch a movie like you used to when you were younger.

You were both relatively introverted, quiet people who enjoyed the simple things in life, like spending time with one another and watching movies while cuddling on the couch. It was Stanley’s favorite thing in the world, and you knew that; you always would make special time to sit and watch a movie with him.

Little did you know what Stan really had going on in his head. The ring box sat open on his desk and stared at him as he continued to pace. Suddenly, he heard the front door open and you call out, alerting him that it was time while his heart leapt into his throat.

“Hey Stanny, I’m home!” You called, hanging your coat up in the closet in the foyer.

“I’m in my office, I’ll be out in a second.” Stan said, his voice cracking. He was hoping the shaking in his voice wasn’t too obvious as he negated the thought and shoved the ring box back in his pocket.

“Hi gorgeous,” Stan grinned, joining you in the hallway.

“Heya handsome.” You kissed his lips softly and pulled back, wiping away some lipstick that smeared on the corner of his mouth.

“What movie are we watching tonight?” You asked as you entered the kitchen. Stan grinned wide.

“I was thinking ‘The Polar Express’,” He bit his lip.

“Aw, I haven’t watched that movie in forever!”

“Yeah, you save it for Christmas time every year, babe.”

“Oh, right.” You ran upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes while Stan lit the fire and quickly hung some mistletoe in the living room to mark the spot where he would propose to you, the love of his life.

You returned quickly and popped some popcorn, settling into your spot curled into Stan’s side, preparing for your all-time favorite Christmas movie. Stan could hardly pay attention, he was too busy with a million thoughts running around his head.

What if she says no? Or what if she laughs in my face? What if she was planning on breaking up with me? I can’t do this, it’s too much.

A familiar sound began playing through the surround sound, causing Stan to swallow hard. Whether he liked it or not, now was his perfect chance.

Just as they had been when they were younger, (Y/N) was absolutely entranced by the end credits and the familiar melody and deep voice of Josh Groban.

Stanley cleared his throat, grabbing your attention away from the screen. Stanley gestured up with his eyes to the mistletoe above your heads. As you were busy focused on that, and wondering how he got it up there without your knowledge, your attention returned to Stanley, who had gotten down on one knee. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, as the most beautiful (Y/F/G) sparkled at you in the firelight.

“(Y/N), will you please do me the absolute honor of being my bride, my wife, my lifelong love?” Stanley asked, his eyes shining.

“Yes, yes of course, oh my GOD yes!” Stanley barely got up when you slammed your lips onto his, and threw your arms around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He breathed a sigh of relief as you dismounted to allow him to slip the ring on your finger.

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“And do you take this man to be your loftly wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the great state of Georgia, you may now kiss. Congratulations, you two.” Similar to the day Stanley had proposed, and multiple days before and after that, you slammed your lips onto his and found your hairs exploring his curls as cheers exploded around you.

You ran down the aisle, hand in hand, giggling and screaming with excitement, as you ran towards the fountain in front of the museum.

Once you were alone, you turned to face your new husband, and grinned.

“Hi.” You said, slightly out of breath.

“Hi.” Stanley replied.

“Ready to go into the reception as the Uris’s?”

Stan sighed a little bit, then laughed.

“Dammit, I knew I should’ve taken your last name.”

You rolled your eyes but grabbed Stan’s hand anyway, and led him into the ballroom.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time ever, let me introduce to you, The Urises!” You were met with a deafening cheer from your family and friends, as you caught your mother’s eye, who wiped away a few tears.

She knew you were going to marry Stan from the first moment you’d told her about him. The way you described him, and how your eyes lit up, there was no way you’d ever find someone so perfect for you as Stanley Uris ever was. Boy, was she right.

“Are you ready for your first dance?” You looked back at Stan and he nodded, leading you to the dance floor.

“Children sleeping, snow is softly falling.

Dreams are calling, like bells in the distance.

We were dreamers not so long ago.

But one by one we all had to grow up.”

Tears welled up in your eyes a little bit as you wrapped your arms around Stan’s neck like you had the previous year, and multiple years before then. He smiled down at you with the same goofy grin, and watched as your eyes shone brighter than ever.

“You know, as many times as I’ve looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, I have never come across someone with quite the same color.” Stanley whispered.

“You know, I’ve actually heard that before.” Stanley burst out in laughter, and shook his head, pulling you a bit closer. You swayed around the dance floor for the length of the song, allowing your head to come rest on Stan’s chest. You could hear his heart beat so loud and so fast, that you swore it was going to fly out of his chest.

[yikestripes]

Homecoming

Y’ALL CAN THANK TIK TOK FOR THIS ONE, I HEARD THE SONG THAT’S ITALICIZED IN A VIDEO AND I COULDN’T GET THIS IMAGINE IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD UNTIL I WROTE IT SO HERE YOU GO!

Older!Richie x Older!Reader at their high school homecoming dance!

Okay so they’re aged up in this one, they’re like 17; they’re juniors in high school. there’s the potential for a part 2 if i get any requests ;) lemme know what you think of this one, writing it was both great and fun but also tragic (as i’m painfully single and crying in the corner but we bounce)

Richie took a deep breath, and raised his shaking arm to knock on your door. You were all meeting at your house for photos, since it was your first school dance in years. It was homecoming, and although all the boys thought it was lame, somehow, you and Bev managed to convince them to go.

Sort of.

You managed to bribe Richie with candy and empty promises, and Beverly managed to convince Bill with something special. Wherever Bill and Richie went, the rest followed suit.

Not only was this YOUR first homecoming, but it was also the entire Losers club first. You’d all gone to the 8th grade dance together, all meeting at your house, where your mother’s gathered and gushed over how nice everyone looked. Your parents had never seen all of you dressed up in one room, ever since you became friends, there was never a purpose; until now.

You’d known the majority of the Losers pretty much your entire life; you’d met Richie, Eddie, and Bill in Kindergarten, and the rest was history. Henry gave you all shit constantly, and it sort of united you all. It started with Richie for having glasses and not knowing how to keep his mouth shut, Bill for his stutter that improved as you all got older, and your severe anxiety. Well, your “shyness” as you called it growing up. The Losers did a lot of speaking on your behalf, till when you got to high school, you finally found your own voice, and gained the confidence to speak your damn mind.

As your little “club” of sorts grew, you all became like a small family. Stan, Mike, even Bev. They all had your back, and you had theirs in return.

However, with Richie, it was an entirely different dynamic. Although he did it to both you and Beverly, and virtually anything female that moved, his constant flirting never really seemed to bother you. You brushed it off as if you just thought it was amusing, which it was of course, but little did your friends know your heart was absolutely burning for Richie Tozier. It had been since kindergarten.

Little did you know, his burned for you as well.

“Hey (Y/N)! You’re so hot, you must be the cause of global warming!” Richie said, a shit eating grin crossing his face as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You giggled a little bit. “Actually, it’s because there’s too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”

Richie looked somewhat deflated, but his smirk reappeared almost immediately.

“Wow, hot AND smart? I never thought I’d find my perfect woman!” You tried to hide your blush, but Richie almost certainly caught you, but you didn’t exactly care. He wouldn’t say anything anyway, you were sure of it.

Your mom opened the door, and pulled Richie into a tight hug.

“You look so nice!” She said said as Richie walked inside, and shut the door behind him.

“Oh, t-thanks Mrs. (Y/L/N).” He looked down at his feet and readjusted his glasses nervously.

“(Y/N) should be down in a minute, she’s just finishing her makeup.” Richie nodded, and continued to stand awkwardly.

Of course he was the first one here.

Movement at the top of the stairs caught Richie’s eye, as his jaw stood open.

You slowly descended the stairs, being extra careful as to not fall on your ass in your 5 inch heels.

Richie stood speechless. As he looked on, when you finally reached the bottom, he was staring at you as if it was the first time he’d ever seen you. He was looking at you like you were the moon and the stars.

“Y-y-you look… gorgeous.” He stammered, readjusting his glasses again. A blush crept up on your cheeks as you looked up, and he was still looking at you.

“Thanks.” You said, barely above a whisper. You stood close together, so close Richie could reach out and grab your hand, and more than any other moment before, he wanted to.

A knock at the door pulled you both from your thoughts, and as Richie reached up to scratch the back of his neck out of awkwardness, you ran to grab the door.

Soon, the foyer was filled with girlish screams.

“OH MY GOD YOU LOOK AMAZING!” Bev cried, running in and squeezing you in a hug.

“THAT DRESS IS PERFECT FOR YOU!” You pulled back to get a full look at your fiery haired best friend. She was wearing an emerald green dress that brought out the light in her eyes and the red in her hair perfectly. Bill was going to absolutely melt when he saw her.

“Aw look at you Rich! All dressed up with a bow tie and everything!” Beverly reached out and adjusted his askew bow tie and grinned as he hit her hands away.

One by one, the rest of the Losers showed up, the boys admiring each other in their suits, while you and Beverly chatted in the corner about how the boys forgot how to stand and walk normally, just because they were wearing suits.

Once the parents (save for Richie and Beverly’s) had taken enough pictures, some group shots, just the girls, just the boys, smaller groups, and individuals, you were ready to pile in your mother’s mom van and head to the dance.

You sat between Richie and Stan, and rested a hand on the seat for support while you turned around to talk to Eddie, you felt a hand atop yours for just a moment. Your breath caught in your throat as you made eye contact with Richie, and smiled at him, then looked down.

For just a moment, you thought you saw him blushing as you both pulled your hands away.

The ride to school was relatively short and next thing you knew, you were all unloading from the van and entering the school gym, which was all dark except for the string lights they’d hung around the room. The DJ played a familiar song as kids piled in, you and the Losers standing along the outskirts of the dance floor, looking around with mild curiosity. Bill and Beverly had disappeared within moments, only to return a bit later, slightly disheveled. You raised your eyebrows to Bev, who just grinned.

“I’m BORED.” Richie complained, readjusting his bow tie for the 5th time in an hour.

“Shut up, Richie. You’re not dancing, of course you’re bored! Do you expect to be a wallflower the entire night?” You asked, flinging a piece of hair out of your face.

“I’d like to do a certain kind of dance with you in that janitor’s closet over there.” Richie smirked.

You rolled your eyes and tried to hide your smile, not wanting to encourage him.

“Suit yourself! Not everyone can handle the Tozier charm.”

“Tozier charm my ass! Come on, let’s dance!” Richie’s confidence melted as you grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the outer part of the dance floor, away from the wall.

“I don’t even know how to dance!” He whined.

“Neither do I! Just do whatever!” You began moving your shoulders and your hips to the beat, and Richie followed suit.

“See! You’re doing great!” You grinned, happy to finally have a dance partner.

“Your moves are pretty good, I like that swing you’ve got to your hips!” He wore his shit eating grin as he looked you up and down.

You shook your head in an attempt to conceal your blush as the song came to an end.

A slow, familiar song began playing over the speakers, and you and Richie locked eyes.

“Uh, I think I’m gonna take a, um, break for this one.” You said, running a hand through your hair.

You began to walk away when a hand grabbed yours and gently pulled you back.

It was Richie.

“No, I kinda like this one.” Richie raised his eyebrows, his hand still in yours, waiting for a response.

You looked around and saw all the couples come together and converge in the middle. There was nothing stopping you, especially not Richie, so you returned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt his hands on your waist, right above your ass.

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

You spun in slow circles, making eye contact with Richie every time you dared to look up. Each time you did, he offered you a sweet smile, almost as reassurance.

“I gotta be honest, Rich, I never thought you the type to want to slow dance with someone, let alone me.” You said with a small laugh. Richie made a face.

“What’re you talking about?”

“I don’t know, you’re all confident and flirty and stuff with everyone, I never expected you to be the slow dance type.”

“No, not that part. What do you mean “let alone you?”” He pulled you a little bit closer.

“I don’t know, i’m just the girl you knew from kindergarten who became one of your best friends.” Richie frowned.

“You know you’re so much more to me than that, right? Like, you’re shy and I’m not and you don’t think I see you laughing quietly at my jokes or hiding your smile behind your hair when I draw attention to you by flirting and stuff, but I actually do see you. What you don’t know is that sometimes I do those things just to see your response.” Your breath hitched in your throat, as you looked up at Richie with your sparkling (Y/E/C) eyes.

“Really?” You asked quietly, not breaking eye contact this time.

“Yeah.” He whispered back, searching your face for some sort of sign that you felt the same way.

Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game

Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say

Take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

The song continued in the background, little known to either you or Richie. You were still processing his words, and he was internally panicking because you weren’t saying anything.

“As dorky as this may sound, you stole my heart, Richie Tozier.”

Richie just grinned.

“(Y/N), that was the best thing you ever could have said.”

Richie closed the gap and kissed you.

It was the sweetest kiss you’d ever had. It was comfortable, familiar, and most of all, long awaited, which made it feel even better.

You heard the Losers cheering in the distance, but in that moment, you were entirely focused on Richie, who stood in front of you, heart on fire.

[yikestripes]

School’s Out for Summer: Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

Here’s my first IT lil writing blurb! I’m so excited to get back into writing and stuff, especially since I got yeeted into the IT fandom headfirst just 2 weeks ago, and haven’t gotten anything about it off my mind since then but we livin. Anyway, here’s young bill x fem!reader!

Warnings: cursing, kissing, the like.

The summer had barely gotten started, when things around your hometown were getting a little weird. Derry, Maine was never the most particularly normal town, but usually it was nowhere near this... eerie, all the time.

Nevertheless, you were still ready to plunge into the quarry the first day of summer.

Suddenly, a flash of black and red flew in and out of your vision, whipping passed you like you weren’t even there.

It was Richie Tozier, the king of impatience.

“Beep beep, Richie!” You say, smirking.

Richie rolls his eyes and tries to hide the small smile that crossed his lips.

“I don’t usually do slow, but you know what, ANYTHING for you baby!” Richie replied, looking you up and down thirstily.

You just shake your head. Before you get the chance to say something back, your childhood best friend disappeared among the crowd of kids pushing their way out of the school in a mass, ready to start their summer adventures.

Suddenly, a hand fell on your shoulder.

You whipped around, ready to rip away from whoever was touching you, but it was just Bill.

Bill Denbrough.

The love of your life.

Your neighbor.

Your childhood best friend.

Your loser.

“Hey, r-r-ready to g-g-get your ass dunked at the q-quarry?” He stuttered, grinning from ear to ear.

“Me, get MY ass dunked? Please!” You lightly nudged his shoulder as you walked through the crowded hallway.

“P-please what? Don’t w-wanna get your hair w-w-wet?” He ruffled your hair as you tried to swat his hand away.

Bill was, at best, a head or two taller than you; swatting his hands away every time he tried to put his hand near your hair was difficult, and most of the time useless, since Stan would usually tag team it, and get your nicely done hair frizzy anyway.

“Bill stop!” You whined.

Bill laughed and let his arm come to rest on your shoulder, making heat rise in your cheeks. This isn’t the first time he’s done this, and most certainly not the last, but it sure made you wonder.

“Puh-LEASE! He’s so obviously in love with you!” Beverly said, running a hand through her messy hair.

“I don’t know Bev, have you SEEN the way he looks at you?” You let your mind wander to all the times you’ve caught Bill staring at Bev, especially when he thought neither of you were looking.

Little did you know, he was always staring at you. The way your hair fell and framed your face, the way your whole face lit up when you were talking about something you’re passionate about, or even when you showed all the boys up at the quarry, the first day they brought you.

He had been in love with you since the day he met you. But he couldn’t ever find the words to tell you.

A voice to your left took you out of your thoughts; it was Ben, going on and on about some new fact he read about in his latest musings in the library.

You were half paying attention, still slightly preoccupied by Bill’s arm that had since deserted your shoulder.

His hand was so close to yours, that in a single move you could reach out and grab it, and never let go. You played with the idea for a minute, had it gone poorly, you could’ve found some convenient excuse. You didn’t mean to, you weren’t paying attention, you thought he was grabbing yours, the possibilities were endless.

Of course Bill would believe you, he would believe anything you said, just because you said it.

Unbeknownst to you, he wanted more than anything to just reach out and take your hand in his, and finally tell you how he felt.

The idea made him more sick than the time Richie made the loser’s ride “The Vomit Comet” 6 times in a day.

Bill absentmindedly smiled at the memory.

You had brought your new camera you had just gotten for your birthday, which you were celebrating at the theme park, and took pictures of every possible moment.

Eddie lecturing the Losers on how unhealthy the food was and how questionable the rides were, Richie making some snarky comment to Eddie about doing it with his mom, Eddie and Richie bickering.

There were also some really nice photos; Bev had taken the camera when you weren’t paying attention, and snapped a few really cute candids of you and Bill laughing, smiling, and looking at each other the way only two childhood sweethearts could.

You got shots of Bev playing games and smacking Richie in the back of the head, then Richie giving you both the finger.

“HAPPY SUMMER LOSERS!” Bev yells, jumping on your back.

“Talley ho and pip pip my good fellows! We must be on our way!” Richie said, causing Eddie to roll his eyes.

“I hate when you do that accent!” He muttered, fiddling with his fanny pack.

“What’s that, Eddie? I can’t hear you over the sound of me fucking your mom!”

The bickering ensued for the entire walk to the quarry.

“Will they ever stop?” You wondered out loud, only half serious.

“N-nope. Not even w-w-when we’re adults,” Bill replied with a shrug. “They’ll g-go on this way f-f-forever.”

“Do you think we’ll all still be friends when we’re adults? Like, our parents ages?” Stanley asked, sounding worried.

Bev slung her arm across Stan’s shoulders and ran a hand through his messy curls.

“Of course we will, kid!” Stan shook her off, trying to contain his smile despite his worry.

The brief walk from school to the Quarry came to an abrupt end, when you all prepared for the next step. Conquering the cliff for the first time that summer.

“YIPPEE KI-YAY MOTHERFUCKERS!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging yourself off the edge of the jumping cliff, into the cool water below.

You immerse yourself in the water, allowing it to swallow you entirely for a brief moment.

You resurface, and come face to face with Bill, who’s looking up to the sky, trying to convince Ben to jump.

“Come on, New Kid! You can do it!” Beverly encouraged.

“Let’s go Ben! We don’t have all day!” Richie chimed in, impatient.

You catch Bill’s eyes darting towards the other Losers, then at you, making you a bit nervous.

You raise an eyebrow at him; “what?”

“This.” He smirked, and pulled you under.

Once he pulled you down, you opened your eyes and looked around, only to sense a small tap on your shoulder. You whip around to see Bill, a closed mouth smile permeating his face, waving at you.

You grin as he just looks at you, as if you were the only person in the entire world.

For just a moment, you were.

You swim up and break the surface, to see the other Loser’s have already crossed the pond, preoccupied with picking teams for chicken fights.

Bill begins swimming towards them, when you grab his hand underwater.

He looks back at you with his eyebrows raised, speaking without words.

You pull him close to you and wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes darting back and forth between his eyes, and his lips.

He grins, and closes the gap between you two, pulling you into the sweetest kiss you’d ever had.

A kiss that was worth the wait, and then some.

You both pull away and hear the cheers and cries of the Losers from across the Quarry.

“It’s about damn time!”

“FINALLY!”

“I told you so!”

“You owe my 5 bucks!”

Bill grabs your hand and spins you around, smiling at you like you were the only thing on his mind.

You were.

You pulled him close, and kissed him again.

This was going to be the most interesting summer of your life.

And it all started with Bill Denbrough.