#stanley uris x abused reader

[sleepyimpala]

tutoring

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

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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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). 

[a-constant-gay-panic]

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics 

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

HP

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy 

IT 

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss 

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins 

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 

Jenna Ortega 

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis 

Timothée Chalamet 

Finn Wolfhard 

Zendaya 

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

[graveincarnate]

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!

[anieswrld]

Hockey Stan pt.1

Im a a dumbass and I deleted this, so here it is again

pairing: stan x reader 

warnings: teasing, swearing, drugs, alcohol.

word count: 1.1k

enjoy babes!!

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“Wait what’s wrong with Bill?” You asked Richie as you got passed the blunt by Bev. “He literally fucked every single girl, I heard there was this one girl who he fucked in the ass and the the tits.” Bev rolled her eyes, “Chee you do know it’s y/n right?” You slapped Bev “Bevvy!!” She shrugged and hit the blunt. “Holy shit you let Denbrough hit it from the back?! Damn you got balls dude. How was the titty fuck though?” You sighed “More for him not me, I just had to act like I enjoyed his dick in between my boobs.” Richie laughed so loud that you guys would probably get caught. You all started to pack up the weed and put on your backpacks.

 “Just stay away from the hockey team y/n they literally all suck dick, well Toby did suck me off once-“ Bev hit Rich upside the head, “Beep beep bitch.” He rolled his eyes and walked off to class with a wave. “Bev why would I fuck with the hockey team after I let Bill do that.” Bev shrugged “Be careful please, I gotta go to bio, see ya.” You decided to go to english today even though it was your least favorite class. 

It was only because of the Stanley Uris, hockey team captain and Bill’s right hand man. He was such a dick to you and your friends. He hit on you a couple times and after you fucked Bill it only got worse. He’d always try to finger you in class or try to give you his number. One day he put it in his phone without knowledge, you didn’t block it only because he didn’t try to text you. You walked in to class 20 minutes late, the entire class looked at you. “Mrs, you are late again, see me after class.” 

A mist of ‘oooohs’ were heard from across the room. “Oh shut the fuck up and bite me losers” You sat in your seat right next to Stan. You copied whatever you got from the board. Stan leaned over and whispered to you “Hey doll wanna-“ “No. I don’t want to do anything with you.” Stan rolled his eyes. “You let Bill-“ You rolled your eyes. “Listen Stan just because I got railed by big dick Bill doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you, shrimp dick.” 

He leaned back in his seat, huffing out of anger. You smiled to yourself and kept taking notes on your assignment. After class you met with your teacher who simply said to be on time, you went to lunch and sat with your friends. There was Mike Hanlon, the quiet sweet mom friend. There was Eddie, the worrying friend, who always had a first aid kit. Richie, your best friend since diapers, he’s your neighbor and he’s a dumb bitch whore but you love him. Beverly Marsh is your girl-friend, like you guys sometimes casually fuck no feelings or strings attached. “Hey guys, what’s the plan today?” Eddie shook his head “Not today gang, I have work then I have to fix my car.” Mike shrugged, “I have farm work to do y’all, sorry.”

 “Bev, Richie? I know you’re free.” They nodded and picked at their school lunch. “Yeah we can smoke at the quarry.” After ten minutes Bev fell asleep at the table, Richie rolled blunts, Eddie listened to music, and Mike was doing homework. You got up to take a break from that awful smelly crowded lunch room. You walked right into somebody and quickly apologized, “Sorry dude, my bad.” Stan chuckled and ran a hand through his curls, “It’s all good doll.” You sighed “I take back my apology.” Stan smiled “So, why aren’t you with your crackhead friends?” You sighed “They’re all being dull. Even Richie and he is never and I mean never, dull.” Stan chuckled and cleared his throat, “Will you come to my game tonight?” You rolled your eyes “And why the fuck would I do that?” Stan smiled, “Because who wouldn’t want to see this cutie on the ice, and i’m not asking.” You smiled, “I will think about it” 

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“No fucking way y/n! No fucking way am I going to the hockey game! Have you lost your shit?!” You grabbed Richie’s hand, “Please Chee pleasssseee” He rolled his eyes, “Wait, did Stan ask you to go?” You nodded slowly “Then no. I’m not going, not for him- wait Toby’s gonna be there, where’s the face paint bitch?” You laughed, painted his freckles black and orange,  and grabbed your old letterman jacket from track. “DAD ME AND CHEE ARE GOING TO THE HOCKEY GAME WE’LL BE BACK BY CURFEW!” You left your house and ran to the drivers side. “Richie there is now way in fucking hell you’re driving my fucking car.” He pouted and got in the other side. 

     When you walked into the ice rink and smiled at Stan. “Y/n don’t you hate him?” You shrugged “He ain’t as bad as he seems Chee.” Your two got some popcorn and sat down. You kind of forgot that hockey is so violent so when they basically started fight you freaked. “Bub relax it’s allowed.” Richie rubbed your arm. When the game was over you went to congratulate Stan on his winning goal but bill stopped you.

 “Hey babygirl, up for some more fun?” You backed away from him “Just because I said yes doesn’t mean it’s consent forever. No I don’t want your dick near me ever again please.” Bill smiled, “Whore.” You walked away and heard Richie yell something, you turned and saw him punch Bill in the face. “You learn a bit when your dads abusive, aint that right billy” Richie got up and walked to you, “Sorry about that bub, you alright?” You nodded and found Stan. “Good job tonight Stan. Winning goal huh?” Stan chuckled and smiled, “Maybe I could...uh, put that number to use?” You gave him a wink before heading to your house with Richie. You dreamt of Stan that night. 

[yikestripes]

Once

a/n: OKAY here’s the losers club x dead ghost reader request!!! sorry it took so long to get up anon, but i really really hope you like it!!!

“I just wanted to call this meeting of the Loser’s Club to order, and raise my glass to the two greatest friends and happiest people who unfortunately couldn’t be with us tonight.” Bill said, raising his glass with a shaky hand. Everyone at the table looked at the two empty seats, feeling somewhat guilty. One was intentionally left, the other definitely was not, and was even less planned. Bev wiped away a small tear, and took a long sip of her beer. The moment each of the Losers besides Mike had moved out of Derry, all the memories from their childhood had been forgotten. Especially the summer of 1989. That was something not a single one of the losers’ had ever planned on delving back into, if they had a choice in the matter. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a kind-hearted person with their soul on fire, had passed that fateful day in the sewer, at the hands of the goddamn clown.

“Beverly!” (Y/N) screamed upon seeing their best friend floating among the trash of the cistern. They looked frantically to Bill, Richie, and then Ben, searching for some sort of support in the way of getting Bev down.

“Here, climb up on my shoulders!” Bill said finally. (Y/N) looked skeptical, as if they were afraid Bill wouldn’t be able to do it, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and Bill was a lot stronger than he appeared. He hoisted (Y/N) onto his shoulders and they were able to grab Beverly’s ankle. They pulled her to the ground, her eyes iced over in a milky white fashion, her irises barely visible.

“Bev?” (Y/N) whispered, their voice cracking. No response. “Bev!”

“(Y/N) stop, shaking her isn’t working.” Richie put a gentle hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, and guided them away, where they sat miserably. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel this was all their fault. They should’ve kept a closer eye on Beverly, she was their best friend. (Y/N) shouldn’t have left her alone after the day of the fight. Richie left (Y/N)’s side, and rejoined the others in their efforts to wake Beverly up. They were all completely distracted, leaving an unsuspecting (Y/N) vulnerable. She watched as Ben kissed her, bringing her back to life, just as Pennywise was able to grab (Y/N).

Bill gulped down about half of his beer, and grimaced as he sat back down. The tension in the room was almost suffocating; being surrounded by strangers who were once your entire world, two lives stopped in the middle of a sentence, and six others that felt immense guilt that they could never quite shake, even before returning to Derry.

“Well, now that things are awkward, how is everyone doing?” Richie joked, attempting to cut the tension back a bit. Eddie just kinda looked at him, while the others stared into their quickly emptying glasses.

Everyone was not only remembering (Y/N), but Stanley Uris as well. Stanley, the Jewish boy with a strange sense of humor, who was extremely bright and very shy, and was the most different after the encounter in the sewers. He was separated. The only one who was separated. They found the woman who had been haunting his nightmares for a very long time preparing to eat his face, and was in the midst of it when they found Stanley, crying and shivering, screaming about how they had left him, and they weren’t really his friends. Patty Uris, and later Beverly, had confirmed he had in fact died at his own hands, after the phone call he received from Mike.

As the evening bore on, and more drinks and food began circling around the table, the Losers quickly became re-acquainted. Bill was a famous author, who couldn’t write a book ending for shit. Beverly was in fashion with her abusive husband, Ben was a rich architect, and Richie did was Richie did best, telling jokes. Doing voices. All of the Losers were moderately successful, but none truly happy in their own lives. Eddie had married a woman who was exactly like his mother, constantly worrying about him and his safety, not to mention coddling him. Mike had stayed behind in Derry and became the town historian, never leaving behind the traumatic memories as the other Losers had been fortunate to do.

“Yeah,” Ben grinned as he took a bite of his dinner. “(Y/N) was the best. She was always looking out for us.” The other Losers smiled fondly, and as you watched from a distance, you smiled too.

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As the 6 Losers’ descended into the cavern, they each felt sick to their stomachs. Richie had violently thrown up not long ago, after sinking a hatchet into the back of Henry Bowers’ head. They’d made it this far, what did they have to lose?

So much more than they expected, unfortunately.

As they group got closer and closer to the face off with the demonic clown that had been terrorizing them since they were just 13 years old, each member couldn’t help but feel as though they weren’t alone, besides being surrounded by 5 other people from their childhood club.

The truth was your spirit had been trapped in the caverns for 27 years, unable to be at  peace until Pennywise was destroyed, and you saw that your friends had made it out safely.

“Are we all ready?” Mike asked, looking to the others. “Did you all get your tokens?”

“Mine is something I’ve kept with me every day for, uh, 27 years.” Ben said quietly, tossing the old yearbook page with solely the signature of Beverly Marsh into the flames.

Eddie took a quick final puff from his inhaler, and threw it in without a word.

“Yeah. I, uh, got a token from the Capitol Theater.” Richie sighed, throwing the token into the small fire.

“Dude, that’s metal, that’s gonna take forever to burn.” Eddie said, turning to Richie.

“Well yeah but so will your inhaler, plus the fumes from the plastic and stuff.”

“Same for Mikey’s rock, it’s-” Mike cut Eddie off by reaching out to join hands, just as they had when you were children, that day at the Quarry. The blood oath.

You stood behind Richie and allowed your hand to come to rest on his shoulder. You felt him tense up a little bit under your touch, but he kept his eyes closed and chanted with the others, quietly.

Slowly, they got louder and louder, as the deadlights began descending into the ritual box.

You removed your hand from Richie’s shoulder and stayed back, waiting with bated breath to see if the creature would finally be vanquished.

“Why isn’t this working?!” Someone screamed out.

“Keep chanting!” Mike yelled back.

They continued chanting, but to no avail. The Ritual of Chud had not worked.

The sound of someone -or something- snickering came from the misshapen shape behind the Losers, and out came Pennywise mixed with some sort of spider creature.

Mike looked like he was ready to cry, and the others immediately turned to him angrily.

“Tell them why your silly little ritual didn’t work!” Pennywise was saying, slowly circling the Losers club.

“Fuck Mikey, you lied to us again?!!” Bill rang out, sprinting in the opposite direction.

You narrowed your eyes, prepared to do everything in your power to help your friend’s one last time.

Holding your nonexistent breath, you watched as the Losers scrambled and avoided Pennywise’s claw-like daggers and pincers.

Everything was happening so fast, no one was sure what was happening. One minute everyone was running, then they all disappeared, hiding. Pennywise was getting frustrated and bored, they weren’t putting up the sort of fight he had been hoping for.

“Wanna play truth or dare? Here's a truth, you're a sloppy bitch! Yippee ki yaya mother f...” Richie yelled to distract the clown. Pennywise whipped around and opened It’s mouth, revealing the very deadlights that had entrapped Beverly all those years ago.

“NO!” You screamed, not prepared to watch the Loser’s lose anyone else, the way they had lost you.

Eddie looked down at the jagged piece of metal in his hands and repeated to himself what Beverly had said to him probably not even an hour ago.

“It kills monsters if you believe it does.” Eddie heaved the jagged thing as hard as he could, hitting Pennywise directly in the throat, and releasing Richie from the deadlights.

Richie hit the ground with a thud, rendering him unconscious.

“Richie, wake up! I did it, I did it Richie!” Eddie was grinning, shaking the man beneath him.

“EDDIE WATCH OUT!” You screeched, launching yourself in place of Eddie to distract the clown demon from his initial target.

Eddie rolled out of the way as Pennywise, though confused and angry, still aimed directly for Eddie’s chest.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?!?!” He spluttered, not believing his own eyes.

He’d seen a lot of things in his life, but not once did he ever expect to see you after the funeral.

Hell, he hadn’t even remembered you until a few days ago, let alone recognized you from another world.

Richie was finally semi-conscious, and didn’t believe his eyes.

“Man, I must’ve really hit my head hard, I’m seeing (Y/N) again!” He said, rubbing the spot where he knocked his head on the rock.

“MOVE!” You screeched, attempting to stop Pennywise’s dagger attacks as best you could. He was still sputtering some fiery substance from where the metal pole had made contact, but that hadn’t stopped him quite yet.

From across the cavern, Bill rubbed his eyes incredulously. He thought he had seen you, with your (Y/H/C) hair flowing and your eyes burning, the same way they had when you were 13 years old.

Bill thought he had hit his head, or was seeing some sort of Pennywise-induced vision, or maybe some after effects from whatever root Mike had slipped into his drink a few days prior.

Mike smiled next to Bill, fully knowing you’d been around for quite some time. You’d visited him in a few different dreams on a couple occasions, reminding him that the 27 years had almost been up by the time Mike was seeing you again.

Beverly and Ben had been separated from the rest of the Loser’s and were wandering around a different part of the cavern.

Eddie still looked confused, trying to ask you several questions as you fended off Pennywise.

“Mike! You know exactly how to defeat this bitch, PLEASE! Wrack your brain, I can’t hold him off forever! I’m sorry!” You cried, quickly losing leverage.

Mike’s eyes widened as he recalled something very, very important that the Derry Natives had imparted onto him; “All living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit.”

As Pennywise was still trying to get around (Y/N) in an attempt to gain access to Richie and Eddie, Mike stood up from his hiding space.

“We have to make him believe he’s small,” Mike said as the others joined him.

“Me? SMALL? I’m the eater of WORLDS!” Pennywise laughed.

“You sure about that, big guy?” You asked.

“I’m the EATER OF WORLDS!” He repeated, shrinking back slightly, snapping a pincer in Eddie’s direction.

“No you’re not, you’re just a clown.” Mikey said, advancing.

“EATER OF WORLDS!” Pennywise said again, a look of fear flashing across his features.

“CLOWN! CLOWN! CLOWN!” The Loser’s chanted, getting closer and closer.

“You’re just a stupid fucking clown.” You said from behind the Losers. Pennywise crumbled quicker and quicker, making feeble attempts to make the Losers stop. Mike proceeds to rip out his heart, and as they finally unite, the Losers crush the heart of the demonic clown together, and their nightmare is over. Finally.

Especially (Y/N).

The Losers’ turned from Pennywise’s smouldering ashes to face you, who began to glow.

“Thank you, guys. I’ll see you all in the future,” You said, tears streaming down your pale face.

They all smiled in a sad, confused sort of sense. None of them understood how they were able to see you again, or process the fact that you were able to help them by distracting Pennywise, then remind Mike of the missing piece.

You scanned the Losers over one final time, committing them to memory as you finally, and joyously ascended; only to be met by one Stanley Uris.

[reddieao3feed]

Lethobenthos || Mike Hanlon x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35U3JVJ

by edgeh0g

COMING SOON 🎈Mike Hanlon × Reader || IT Rewrite

𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨 // n. the habit of forgetting how important someone is to you until you see them again in person

Mike Hanlon and Y/n L/n - two young outcasts who have grown up in isolation - meet and fall in love when they join the infamous Losers Club that comes to face an evil entity that preys on the children of their small town of Derry Maine. After the groups encounter with IT they each make an oath to come back to Derry if It should ever return. They live in peace for a short while, until Y/n is forced to move away and depart from her young love Mike.

Tragically, anyone who leaves Derry is doomed to forget, including Y/n. 27 years pass and Mike, the only member of the Losers Club to remain in Derry, is the only one of any recollection of the groups encounter and the rest of the Losers - especially his long lost love. Y/n has moved on and long forgotten Mike, but she always felt as if something was missing. That is until she receives a call from her forgotten home town, from a familiar voice that calls her home.

⚠️Gore, as well as instances of racism homophobia, fatphobia, domestic abuse & mentions of suicide. I own nothing

Words: 1300, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Reader, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Pennywise (IT), The Losers Club (IT)

Relationships: Mike Hanlon/Reader, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough & Stanley Uris

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Lost Love, Forgotten Ones, Friendship/Love, Flashbacks, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35U3JVJ

[stenbrozier]

At Least I Have You (teen!Stan Uris x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of past domestic abuse, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, swearing (obvi), and a fluffy baby named Stan Uris

A/N: Stan Uris is my love and he’s just so perfect and I love him so have some Uris angst and cry with me okay? Okay.

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You sighed, threading your hands through your hair as you stared at the packet in front of you. The problem didn’t make sense, hell, math didn’t even make sense. You stood up, pacing your room and stomping your feet, trying to let all of your frustration out on the floor so you wouldn’t break anything. You heard your mom scream something that you couldn’t quite make out, so you just stopped, assuming she was about to barge into your room and beat you to death with her fists. Someone knocked softly on your bedroom door, and when you went to open it, you opened it cautiously; however, once you saw who was on the other side, you ripped it open, wrapping your old friend in a hug.

“Uris, what the fuck,” you said into his neck, feeling him laugh and wrap his arms around you. You pushed yourself away a little, just so that you could see his face, and you took in the all too familiar smile that he was sporting as he studied your face. “Why are you here?” You pulled away completely, leading him over to sit with you on your bed. He shrugged as he sat down next to you, taking his backpack off and putting it on the floor beside the bed.

“I know that it’s weird that I haven’t spoken to you since,” he gulped and you could see his hands shaking, “that summer, but I just...I-I just needed to see you.” He hid his face, sniffling and wiping, and you scooted closer, pulling him into another hug and running your fingers through the tiny curls at the nape of his neck. “I missed you.” His sobs were muffled by your neck and his hands grasped at the back of your shirt. You pulled his face up so that he could look into your eyes. His dark brown eyes were seas of tears and redness and you could tell he probably hadn’t had a good night’s rest in days, maybe weeks.

“Stan,” you asked as your thumbs wiped over his cheeks, “are you okay?” He broke down again at your question, crying into your shoulder, and he didn’t even have to speak for you to know his answers. You shushed him quietly, rubbing his back and letting him grip and cry until he eventually calmed down and just sat against you, rubbing circles into the fabric of your shirt. “Do you wanna talk?” Your voice was meek, not wanting to throw him into another fit of sobs.

“I-I came to say goodbye,” he said quietly as he sat up. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not knowing what he meant by ‘goodbye.’ “My dad’s been really pissing me off lately and school has been a mess and I’m so fucking lonely and...I just didn’t know if I was going to be able to...do it...without saying goodbye.” You gasped at his words, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I’m just done.” He looked down at his hands, fidgeting with him and peeling at his nails. You rested your hand on his chin, causing him to look up.

“Listen to me Stan,” you said in as strong of a voice as you could muster. “School has been shit for me, too and my mom’s horrible and the only person I talk to is that annoying junior Millie, but I will be damned if I let all of that beat me down. I will also be damned if I let it beat you down. You are so strong, Stanley Uris. You’ve known me since we were seven, and we might’ve drifted but that doesn’t stop me from caring about you and l-loving you.” He perked up at the word ‘love’, causing a bubble to rise in your throat. “I love you Stan, and I have since we were kids and I-I just need you to be strong. I’ll help you, I’ll do anything I can, but I just need you to stay...” Stan rammed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your back. When he pulled away, you leaned your forehead against his.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll...I’ll try.” You pressed a small kiss to his nose, causing him to scrunch it up and you to laugh. “I brought my stuff cause I knew that you struggled with math...and I wanted to help you...one last time.” You stood up, leading him over to your desk and picking up the packet.

“But it’s not the last time,” you said to him, grabbing a hold of his hand with your free one and intertwining your fingers. “It’s the first of many.”

[gone-cotta]

Stan Uris x Reader: help me

Summary: Stan helps Y/N after she breaks down after an encounter with her parents

Warnings: Mild cursing, Abusive parents

“Y/N, honestly, sometimes I wonder why I’m even friends with you” Stan remarked, and you playfully nudged his shoulder. He laughed before swinging an arm over your shoulder. You and the golden boy were walking back from the quarry, and he was dropping you off at your house.

After two years of hanging around the Losers, Stan had become your best friend. Sure, you were extremely close with everyone, but Stan would always come first. You two had shared many memories, but at some point in the last 4 months, you realized what used to be just a friendship was turning into something else.

What used to be just a hug, now sent shivers down your spine. Him glancing in your direction when he thought you weren’t looking now made butterflies appear in your stomach. What used to be his simple laugh, had turned into one of the most beautiful sounds you knew.

“Wow Stan. Anyways, are you gonna be at the arcade tomorrow with everyone else?” you asked, as your house loomed closer. 

“Yeah. But I probably won’t play too many games. I’m not a nerd like Richie, I don’t spend half my life in there” He said, casting a quick glance at you with those light brown eyes you admired so much.

Turning into the path of your house, you turned to face Stan. “Ok good. See you tomorrow, Staniel” you smiled and waved, using Richie’s nickname for the boy. He rolled his eyes, and poked your forehead. 

“See you, Y/N” he replied, and you walked up to your front door, pulling it open and stepping inside. As you sat down on the nearby couch, you looked through the taupe curtains to see the boy walking away, his curls bobbing. 

“Where have you been Y/N?” A voice demanded, and you turned to see your mother standing angirly in the doorway, arms crossed. 

“Oh, sorry, I was at the quarry. I forgot to tell you this morning” you said nonchalantly. You sat on the arm of the couch, mentalling preparing yourself for the lecture to come. 

“You need to tell me where you are Y/N. All the time” She said, and you nodded to show your acknowledgement of her words. “Hey, we are not done here. Who was that boy?” your mother snapped, coming closer.

Glancing at Stan outside the window, who was turning up the street, you sighed. “That’s Stan. He’s just a friend” you said.

“Well, are you two dating or something? Do you like him? Does he like you?” Your mother fired the questions at you, and you immediately looked up at her with alarm. 

“No! No way! I don’t like him, and he doesn’t like me” you say loudly, standing up. Your mother looked at you with narrowed eyes.

 “You aren’t allowed to hang out with him now. Or any boys for that matter” She said after a pause, and you were immediately outraged.

“What? No! He and the others are my friends!” you yelped, and she took a step closer. Without being able to stop yourself, you flinched, taking a step back. Years of unexpected slaps have influenced this reflex of yours, along with the habit of putting a peice of furniture between you and her whenever you argued.

“What others?” she said, in a deadly quiet voice. You regretted your choice or words.

“Just a few other guys. But its not only boys, Bev Marsh hangs out with us too” you defended, the bright cheery redhead popping into your mind.

“Marsh? Oh, I’ve heard of her... What have you been doing after school with her and those boys? Why don’t I know about this? Do I even know you anymore Y/N?” She advanced towards you, and you couldn’t help the tears of anger springing to your eyes. Hating that you were now crying, you attempted to choke back the tears.

“I-I...” you took a breath, but your mother pressed on. 

“Y/N L/N, what has been going on? I won’t tolerate this, and neither will your father. Sit here, I’m calling him right now” she ordered. No. Not your dad. He was like your mother in many ways, but he was also ten times more physical. 

Instantly, you took a few steps back to the door, turning the knob and taking a step outside. Once you did however, you knew there was no going back. Your mother was infuriated, calling you name in a fierce scream, but you didn’t look at her. You ran to the sidewalk, before looking back at her.

She stood in the doorway, and you began trying to think of ways to calm her down without worsening the situation. “M-Mom! No” you screamed as your mother took quick steps towards you, her eyes blazing.

“If you don’t come here right now, I’m calling the police” she said through gritted teeth, and you flinched. 

“Do it then! You won’t!” you yelled back, and her eyes widened. The gravel crunched beneath your feet as you crossed into the neighbors yard.

“Y/N, now. Last chance” Your Mother warned, and that was the last straw. The tears spilling out of your eyes, you turned and ran. Hearing her screams from behind you, you didn’t stop, sprinting up the street with impossible adrenaline.

You ran to the only place you could think of through your foggy mind; Stanley. You ran blindly up the deserted streets, wiping the tears from your eyes. Slowing down eventually, you began taking deep breaths, shuddering.

What was going to happen now? You didn’t want to go home at all, scared of what would await you. Surely, your father would be furious. As you stumbled up the street, you heard someone call your name.

“Y/N!”

Flinching, you didn’t pause to look up, instead turning to go the opposite direction. How your mother got here so quickly, you didn’t know. However impossible it seemed, you took off, before stumbling and falling. Then you broke down, sobbing and shaking on the sidewalk, sitting up and wrapping your arms around your knees.

The sound of footsteps running up to you made you flinch back. “Stop! S-Stop!” You screamed, and lowered you head onto your arms. However, the hand that was set upon your shoulder was warm, and not at all threatening.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” a soft voice asked, and you looked up to see Stan looking at you with worried eyes. You had caught him as he walked home. Without a word, you just wrapped him in a hug as you tried to stop shaking. Hesitating only a moment, the boy wrapped his arms around you. After a few moments, you let go, and the boy helped you up.

“Come on Y/N. We are going to my house, and I’m going to help you with whatever is going on, however I can” he assured you, and you mumbled a quiet thank you.

You walked in mostly silence. You were aware of the golden boy glancing at you every so often, and kept your eyes down. How embarrassing that you were caught in this situation, but then again, since it was happening, you were glad it was him out of the others.

After arriving at Stan’s house, he led you up to his tidy room and sat you on his bed, where he sat next to you. You leaned into him, still shaking after what had happened. He wrapped an arm around you, setting his chin atop your head. How long you two sat like that, you didn’t know.

“Y/N...what happened?” he murmured after a while, holding your shoulders. You looked up at him with uncertain eyes, before opening your mouth and telling him everything.

He listened quietly, with dark eyes and furrowed brows. “How long has this been going on?” he asked quietly. “A-A while. Since before the Losers” your voice cracked, and Stan sighed.

“Well, since you can’t go back, you can just stay here” he declared. 

“Stan no. It’s fine, I can always go back and deal with them. I would never want to put that kind of thing on you and your parents” you insisted.

Stan stood. “Y/N, I don’t want you to go back. I’m gonna go tell my parents you are having a private family emergency and will be staying for a while, just sit tight” the boy maintained, and you sighed. You were lucky to have someone like him in your life.

You got along with Stan’s parents very well, and once Stan told them aboout your ‘family emergency’, they understood and were very helpful. The next half hour was spent getting Stan’s room ready, which was the only room with enough space for a person to stay. Stan had made himself a couple blankets on the floor, insisting you take his bed for now.

Soon, night fell. You and Stan decided you would just tell the other Losers about what had happened tomorrow at the arcade, and Stan was focused on you getting some rest. And so, you crawled under the thick sheet and blanket of Stan’s bed, watching as he got settled on the blankets on the floor.

“You shouldn’t have to take the floor Stan” you said for the millionth time, and Stan just shook his head. 

“Wow Y/n, after all that’s happened to you today, you can only focus on that?” he said, and you let out a feeble laugh. Curling to your side, you closed you eyes lightly.

“Y/N? What are you doing? Get back home right now!” the voice of your father called from the darkness. The echoes of his and your mother’s voice flooded you mind, screaming at you. 

“Stop! Just stop!” you screamed, hands over your ears, but the voices kept coming. Shadowy figures approached you, raising their arms back to hit-

You jolted up, gasping. It wasn’t real. You sighed, before touching a finger to your cheek and realizing you had been crying.

“Y/N whats wrong?” the voice of Stan came from your side, and through the darkness you saw the boy looking up at you, his hair even more curly and wild than normal. You had woken him up.

You didn’t respond, instead just gesturing for him to come over. To your surprise, instead of protesting, he complied, getting up and laying next to you. “S’cold” he muttered, before tugging the blanket from under the corner of the bed and wrapping it under himself.

Staring at him, this boy who was helping you through this, who was doing so much to help, you were flooded by emotions. Your eyes welled up, and Stan’s light brown ones widened. He moved closer.

“W-whats wrongs? Did I do something or-”

And then you kissed him.

Stan didn’t even hesitated, he just wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You hands snaked around his neck, tangling themselves into his fluffy, coffee colored hair.

After you pulled apart, he stared at you breathlessly, as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Thank you” you murmured, and closed you eyes, snuggling against his chest, somehow knowing that you would be able to fall asleep much easier with him at your side

Okay. So. That happened. My first time writing an abusive parent fic, although I have read many. This is actually based on experience I had with my own mother. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and feel free to give me requests in the future.

[sleepyimpala]

dating stanley uris includes

dealing with him being kinda annoyingly paranoid sometimes

him being VERY patient

MUCH more patient than usual

tbh if you were richie or even eddie he would’ve slapped you already or walked right out of there, no explanation

stan is a very good tutor tho tbh

lots of study dates

being the quiet, cute, shy couple everyone ships

no doubt bev and mike planned your wedding 100 YEARS in advance lmao

arguments between you guys and the group over who’s more clingy lmao

ok we all know stan’s a touchy boyfriend

there is a LOT of hand holding

you ride with him on his bike SO MUCH now that the others forgot you had one

stan making you feel a little less insecure about yourself

“it’s funny how y/n is such a messy person and stan’s always cleaning up after her,”

stan teaches you a lot of stuff about birds

“One day they’re going to be famous for that book they wrote about birds let me tell you that,” (probably beverly)

stan making mixtapes for you and getting frustrated with it

stan definetly helps you with your panic attacks tho

and depression/self harm (triggering content sorry should’ve warned you)

stan’s better than therapy tbh

he likes to line your shoes up

and tie your shoelaces for you

I THINK STAN HAS OCD

his blue shirt is your favourite one

you’re not very big on pda tbh

like there are forehead kisses and stuff like that

and sitting in his lap a lot

getting him to read to you

indie music is your aesthetic

Also why do i feel like stanley would date a character played by Taissa Farmiga’s younger sister or something tbh

stan thinks you look cute in blue sweaters

asking him to write lyrics on your favourite converse because let’s face it, his handwriting is WAY neater than yours

writing poetry

your fear being something emotional rather than a physical fear like spiders, so pennywise messes with your head more than the rest of the losers

you are a VERY big target tbh when it comes to the clown

Stan gets SO pissed at the fucker ^^ tho

stanley being the only one who can calm you down if you wake up screaming/have a nightmare

he calls you ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ or 'princess’ when he does this^^

doesn’t call you princess any other time cause he knows youll slap him

except maybe during sex

“shh, baby, it’s ok, nothings going to hurt you,”

stan is kinda protective

he’s more protective tho when you get bullied or attacked by pennywise

“get the fuck off my girlfriend, you asshat,”

lots of photos taken together with a polaroid camera that are all stuck on your wall

journaling with him at the quarry

dates where y'all just look at birds or have picnics at the quarry

surprisingly, stan kisses first

he likes to push your hair back

like loose strands

ok that’s it

[myaltao3feed]

by edgeh0g

COMING SOON 🎈Mike Hanlon × Reader || IT Rewrite

𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨 // n. the habit of forgetting how important someone is to you until you see them again in person

Mike Hanlon and Y/n L/n - two young outcasts who have grown up in isolation - meet and fall in love when they join the infamous Losers Club that comes to face an evil entity that preys on the children of their small town of Derry Maine. After the groups encounter with IT they each make an oath to come back to Derry if It should ever return. They live in peace for a short while, until Y/n is forced to move away and depart from her young love Mike.

Tragically, anyone who leaves Derry is doomed to forget, including Y/n. 27 years pass and Mike, the only member of the Losers Club to remain in Derry, is the only one of any recollection of the groups encounter and the rest of the Losers - especially his long lost love. Y/n has moved on and long forgotten Mike, but she always felt as if something was missing. That is until she receives a call from her forgotten home town, from a familiar voice that calls her home.

⚠️Gore, as well as instances of racism homophobia, fatphobia, domestic abuse & mentions of suicide. I own nothing

Words: 1300, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Reader, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Pennywise (IT), The Losers Club (IT)

Relationships: Mike Hanlon/Reader, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough & Stanley Uris

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Lost Love, Forgotten Ones, Friendship/Love, Flashbacks, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending

[sleepyimpala]

a melancholy romance

FANDOM: IT 2017. GENRE: angst. PAIRING: stanley uris x reader. WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of child abuse. 

"Just tell me what's wrong," Stan whispered.

You shook your head.

"Y/N," the same, soft tone.

"What happened, Y/N?"

"Nothing," you shook your head once again.

"Nothing happened, Stanley, everything's fine,"

"Why do you keep lying to me?" He was hurt; upset.

"I know you're not okay, so why aren't you telling me the truth?" He whispered.

"We're supposed to be watching a movie," you cut in.

"So let's watch a movie."

He noticed the way your lip shook, the way you bit the inside of your cheek to stop the tears.

"Y/N!"

You flinched at his raised tone.

"Show me."

"We're supposed to be watching a movie," you trembled.

"I don't want to ruin the movie. Please,"

"I can't really watch the movie if I keep on thinking about how you're hurt," he said solemnly.

"Please," you whispered. "Stan,"

He rolled his eyes and sighed, resuming the opening credits of the film, jaw clenched, eyes darting towards you and the screen back and forth.

About halfway through the movie, there was a scene where a parent was hitting a child.

Not even that bad.

But it was enough.

Stanley was just about to fast-forward the scene but it was too late, you already saw it.

"I told you I didn't want to ruin the movie and I'm ruining it. I'm ruining it, Stan," you couldn't help the tears.

They just... they just...

"You're not ruining it, baby," he whispered. "You should've just told me..."

"I'm sorry..." you whispered.

MASTERLIST (requests for stan are open)

[sleepyimpala]

stanley uris scenario masterlist

leave requests for any of the following which aren’t crossed off! i’ll be adding the links to the ones i’ve written in a bit!

headache (coming soon)

tired reader (coming soon)

the reader is on her period

the reader has bad period cramps

grumpy sleep-deprived reader

stomach ache

watching a movie

cuddling in the freezing cold at night

the reader is cold

boiling hot day

locked outside

those days where you don’t want to do anything at all

the reader is tossing and turning in bed and can’t sleep

the reader and stan are in a long drive which they don’t really like

the reader just got told off

it’s a shitty day - raining, cold, miserable.

the reader is getting frustrated with her school work

the reader never has a partner to work with in class

the reader gets laughed at in PE class

sleeping together at night (spooning, etc)

the reader can’t sleep, she’s restless

the reader has bad friends and cries about it

stan and the reader go on a school excursion together

science project

stan makes a quite frustrating class in online learning just a little bit better for the reader

the reader is getting mad at everything

the reader still can’t do something even after the twenty-fifth time

the reader feels insecure

the reader cries about never being invited to any parties or anything

stan celebrates the reader’s birthday even though everyone else forgot to wish her

[sleepyimpala]

MASTERLIST 

I’M MOVING TO @lemon-boy-stan! So go follow that blog! 

*** not very well-versed in all seasons of this fandom, still worth reading. 

❀ smut; ❁  fluff; ✾ angst;  ✿ headcanon;  ✽ request.

IMAGINES

IT 2017

FINN WOLFHARD (open)

❀ bad idea! - the reader just got dumped. it’s up to her best friend to make her feel better.

❁ baking - finn and the reader make a chocolate cake together.

❁ pool party - millie hosts a pool party.

✿ dating finn wolfhard includes

RICHIE TOZIER (closed)

✾ hot stuff - richie hates the reader. the reader hates richie an equal amount.

❁ ✽ jealous - richie is jealous. 

JAEDEN MARTELL (closed)

✽ ✿ ❁ face-timing jaeden because of self-iso includes

✿ dating jaeden martell includes

✽ ✿ interuppted cuddles - jaeden x (chris)evansdaughter!reader

❁ ✽ exams - the reader is studying far too much for jaeden’s liking.

STANLEY URIS (open)

❁ ✾ ✽ love letters - stanley anonymously writes the  reader a set of love letters.

❁ tutoring - stan helps the reader study

✾ a melancholy romance - the reader gets abused at home. 

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

WYATT OLEFF (open)

KNIVES OUT (closed)

JACOB THROMBEY (closed)

✽ ❁ inseparable - jacob and the reader simply cannot be parted.

✽ ✾ bad days - jacob gets beat up by a bunch of panic! at the disco fans.

✽ ✾ distant - jacob is an asshole towards the reader.

✽ ✾ complaints - jacob has an anxiety attack about his shitty parents.

✿ dating jacob thrombey includes

✿ ✽ being jacob thrombey’s older sister and being in college includes

❁ ✿ ✽ being jacob thrombey’s twin sister includes (jacob x platonic! reader)

RANSOM THROMBEY (closed)

COMING SOON

THE GOLDFINCH

YOUNG! BORIS PAVILOSKVY (open)

✿ dating boris pavioloskvy includes 

SUPERNATURAL***

SAM WINCHESTER (open)

❁ ✾ stay put (part one) - the reader disobeys sam’s orders

JARED PADALECKI (open)

✿  dating jared padalecki includes

FERRIS BUELLER’S DAY OFF

FERRIS BUELLER (open)

✿ dating ferris bueller includes

CAMERON FRYE (open)

✿ dating cameron frye includes

SLOANE PETERSON (open)

STRANGER THINGS

MIKE WHEELER (closed)

✾ episode - the reader (will byers’ twin sister) has an episode. mike comforts her. 

✾ ❁ blame - at prom, mike kisses eleven. the reader dances with dustin. 

PROMPT LISTS, SCENARIOS, ETC.

Stanley Uris Scenario Masterlist (open)

Boris Paviloskvy Scenarios/Prompts (open)

[sleepyimpala]

the summer of 1989: a scrapbook by stanley uris.

took several sleepless hours lmao. 

comment for other characters!!!

please credit if you repost on other social media as my watermark isn’t there (i’m just too lazy and it hasn’t been made yet lololol). click for better resolution.