#stanley uris x reader oneshot

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hi new bestie! can you please write some stanley or bill x reader fluff :)

Bestie indeed I got you 😚😌✨ So this is a strange amalgamation of stuff from the book and stuff from the movie because I couldn't pick one and uh- I hope it isn't too confusing. If you have any questions at all just leave them as a reply and ill answer in no time at all :) Also, in AUs where Stan doesn't die I like to headcanon him as like,,,, some reincarnation of the Turtle or something. It's totally unrealistic but it's a lot of fun to think he keeps all his memories and is just a little bit omnipotent. Yay.

Stanley Uris x Reader Fluff

You sat bolt upright and uttered a sharp gasp, your eyes blown wide. Goosebumps rippled back and forth along your arms, pricking eerily as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end- you were certain you would be screaming right now if you weren't painfully out of breath, your lungs clamped tightly together as if trapped in the unrelenting jaws of some beast. With your heart thrumming too quick inside of your chest you felt as if you were dying, as if you'd run a thousand miles just like you had seemed to be moments earlier in the midst of your nightmare. The menace, the fear, it played back in your head like some sick home movie, terrifying you to your very core and drawing out something akin to a wail, like the sound of a wounded animal, quiet and choked and desperate.

The space around you was vast, eternal, stretching left and right and up forever yet being lit by a yellowish, alien glow. People were with you, seven people but you didn't know their names. Someone had your hand on one side, someone else on the other and your stomach was roiling with horror. Before you was a demon, something that could only have come from hell and even that seemed to be a stretch. Through the endlessness you could only see eyes, glowing and red and promising death, and muscle rippling under fur-covered spider legs.

Your arms clamped around you in a death grip, your eyes slamming shut and begging for the images to be out out out out out. These images, why the hell did you keep seeing these images? This scene from beyond was forced upon you night after night after restless, sleepless night and you didn't understand why. The reasoning was there, you knew it was, you knew that the cause of these dreams lie somewhere in your brain but you just couldn't grasp onto it and right now you weren’t sure if you even wanted to. You pull your knees to your stomach, tears brimming in your eyes, your hitching breaths becoming desperate sobs and no further helping the hurting in your chest. You wanted to scream, to get up and run towards anyone and anything that would keep you safe but everything was too much, too sudden, too frightening and it your chest hurt and your head was spinning and the images, oh god the memories-

The beast roared, deafening, your hair pressing backwards and blowing wildly in the wake of it. The smell overwhelmed your senses and dug up stray memories of the Canal Days Festival, of petting zoos and goats and pigs and the stench of an animal carcass. You felt as if you were going to throw up but the grip on your either hand grew tighter and you swallowed down the bile. The phrase, Turn Light Into Dark, it washed you with a sense of power that only made your head throb more. Blinding lights spun down, down, closer, and though you knew your eyes were shut you could still see Its true form even though you didn't know what It was.

A hand pressed over your mouth to stop another wail from escaping, louder this time now that you had spare breath in your lungs. Tears spilled over and swam down your cheeks like small rivers guided by a canal cut through stone, the Kenduskeag, Derry- You forced the thoughts of Derry away and swept them under a mental rug. When you thought of Derry you grew afraid that you would find out why you were having these nightmares. You couldn't stand that. You were shaking, oh how you were shaking, tremors rocking you back and forth as if a dog- no, a werewolf had sunk its teeth into your spine and was regarding you as nothing but a chew toy. You needed something, someone, you needed to get this to stop-

These lights, the Deadlights, they doused you back into that cold sea of terror that the still-new power had almost saved you from. Seeing them now, here, descending, physical, you did not think that you could kill them. These candle flames would not be snuffed, you thought, and yet you screamed your throat raw nonetheless. A chorus of voices you felt rather than heard chanted over and over Turn Light Into Dark Turn Light Into Dark Turn Light Into Dark and then the lights were gone, swallowed up by something magical, something that killed monsters if you believed it did until the circle broke as one of you went to lock It up in Its new cage. As the circle broke so did the flowing power and a red glow overtook the alien yellow as the lid was pushed up and away and the sleek scarlet surface of a blood-coloured balloon emerged from the magic prison. You felt your stomach sink, your blood run cold, the power drain from your veins for the briefest moment as your belief waned completely and oh no oh God this was it you thought you would have killed It would have extinguished Its flame but It was eternal It was the Eater of Worlds and it wouldn't-

The door whipped open and you let out a startled cry halfway through a choking sob, not having noticed that you had begun to cry aloud. At once you slapped a hand over your mouth yet again, scrubbing at your cheeks with the heel of your palm and slapping on a shaky little smile that entirely contradicted the wild look in your eyes. Your heart was thrumming again both from the memories and the jump as the door flung open. You had to tell yourself again and again and again that you knew this man, that he was familiar and his name was right there at the tip of your tongue, curly hair and brown doe eyes and a kind, concerned crease in his brows that only deepened at the sight of you- Stanley, it was just Stan and suddenly you felt safe enough to cry. Your arms both going to pull your knees into your chest you let the terror grip you and the sobs rip free from your throat.

"(Y/N) what- what happened? Are you okay?" For a moment Stan hesitated, looking instinctively down at the palm of his hand for a reason you did not know and then he went surging forwards and to your side, gathering you up in his arms. He didn't speak just yet, simply holding you close, quiet, something about him dripping with a sense of calm. Laced underneath that pressing security was the power you had felt ripped from you in your dream, the power you did not know the meaning of but were certain was important, had been important, in some vital way. You cried and cried in Stanley's arms as your group of eight, a lucky number, crazy eights, was split instead into twos and ones.

One with glasses, one with a patch on his cheek, one with hair lit aflame like January Embers, one in love and one who was too smart for his own good and one who would lead them to safety no matter what and no matter when- and then there was him, he who let out this forcefield of strength, the one thought to be the weakest now doused in some strength greater than It, than love, than the Turtle whoever that was and he had your hand in his and you were running and trying to get away. Trials, terror, doors and bathroom stalls and clubhouses and (how do you know this?) little brothers and the macroverse. The Deadlights and blood and broken hearts and fear and pain.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was soft, safe, and his hands rest on either side of your face to guide your eyes to his own. They were dark like melted chocolate, solid, calm, steady and unmoving and nothing like the ruby red ones belonging to It, to the creature you didn't think possible to imagine. You didn't have to answer for Stan to know you would decline. He didn't scold, he didn't chastise- he would never do that. Instead, he leaned forwards and placed a kiss on the space between your eyebrows, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. He did nothing more than hold you, silent, waiting for the fear to run it's course.

Belief grew strong all over again, the Leader fanning the flame of hope and driving forth the metaphorical wooden stake at last. You had felt something like hellfire roar through you, a driving agony that nearly drove you into madness but then it faded to the back of your mind and It was flaking away. There was crying alongside the groaning of the earth, a lurching sound like wood moments from snapping in two. Urgency, warm and throttling, tied each of you eight together and forced you onwards despite the exhaustion tethered like weights to your limbs. A hand in yours, you raced into darkness, leaving behind webs to collapse and bodies to fall and be buried. The gargantuan remainders of what was Its nest would lie dormant in the ground for millennia to follow, undiscovered. Eight of you, one two three four five six seven eight, retraced steps with the help of a dying man and grew closer and closer to light and life and safety. You climbed rough rock, something or someone (Turtle? Other?) lending you all the collective determination to move quick and careful and leave no man behind. The earth sang a song of despair as it clung to itself with all of it's force, urging you forwards, cheering you on, hoping you would all make it out before it could cling on no longer and collapsed atop your sorry heads.

"Focus on your breathing, my dear. You're all right. I have you," Stanley let his hand rest on your hair, stroking, smoothing, calming, "You're going to be alright." For a moment the floodgates in your head flung open and you knew everything but then they slammed shut once more and you were left hopelessly, blissfully clueless. You curled tightly into yourself, coiling like a frightened snake, letting the golden power coming off of Stanley in waves lay over you like soft, light silk. Something about this strength, glowing brighter than the sun in a manner much more pleasant than the Deadlights(?) felt ancient as well as young and fresh. You are certain Stanley has had this aura forever, and yet you have never ever felt it this strongly. It was almost as if you could see him lit from the inside out.

More darkness, sewers, the dead things smell fading slowly yet steadily. You passed places that were achingly familiar and yet felt worlds away, not having even the chance to stop and say farewell (did you say farewell to nightmare places?) since the roof was dropping flakes of grit and the rumbling had grown near a roar. Another well, a rope, heaving and pulling, up up up out of the dark and into the light, the homestretch. The feelings you felt were smothering, a sickening concoction of relief and one last choking bout of terror. It was not over yet. Eight of you, all eight, running through the house on (Nelson? Neibolt.) street towards safety, towards the end, towards-

You had never seen this far before. Your nightmares always cut off abruptly before you could even start to flee. They always cut off right before you defeat It, whatever It was, right before you snuffed Its light from this realm. Now, however, as if coaxed forth or caught on the end of a fishing line, you were seeing the ending, the ending of everything. Stan was still petting your hair, rocking gently back and forth as your trembling began to ease and your crying, ever-slowly, began to subside. The memories were still frightening, coming to you in rapid flashes, reminding you of an old black and white film spinning on a reel.

Towards the door. Floorboards creaked and groaned and split, sinking down, breaking underneath your feet. Glass shattered as walls sank towards collapse, as the dirt began to part, opening into a grave. Somewhere behind you the roof collapsed and spilt old dust-soaked furniture, a coffin, a collection of porcelain clowns down towards their resting place. With one final shriek of snapping wood all eight burst out into the Summer sun and the house gave in behind them. They didn't stop; the cement path was cracking, the weeds being reclaimed by the soil. The Earth opened up at last, providing just enough time- maybe held together by some greater strength- for the eight to reach safety. You all spun, watching, awestruck and horrified and solemn as the Earth opened up it's unrelenting jaws and swallowed whole the home of death that It had claimed as it's own.

Your shaking had stopped. Your sobbing had halted. Your heart had slowed to a regulated beat like that of a drum. Slowly, Stan's grip around you had begun to ease and you wrapped your own arms around him in turn. Your eyes, which had been screwed tightly shut, fluttered open and then fell closed once more, soft, not afraid.

"There you are, baby-love," Stan whispered the words into the top of your head and bumped his nose gently against it, "All better, right? You're going to be okay." With a swell of love that almost made you want to cry once more, you believed it. He was going to keep you safe just as he has done forever. With a concrete certainty you knew that Stanley would fight of Heaven and Hell if it meant saving you. With a concrete certainty you knew that, at some point, he basically had. You shift, slow, leaning away from him to gaze into those dark caramel eyes yet again. That's where the power came from, you were certain; from those eyes of his. They were so calm, so collected, so firm and confident and adoring. They shone with nothing but utter love.

"Stan..." Your voice was weak and shaky but Stan nodded his head, patient, waiting for you to find your words again, "Do... do you ever get nightmares?" At this, Stan cracked a radiant smile that was brighter than starshine and glowed in a way entirely different from the burning of the Deadlights. This smile was otherworldly, like the beams of the sun in the form of man. He nodded.

"Of course, dear," he hummed, and let his head fall forwards, forehead against your own, "We're only human." The last sob shook your body, and then you grew still as Stanley bumped his nose gently against yours. Your goosebumps sank away. The tightness of your lungs eased. A honey-toned warmth seeped from a newfound crack in your memory floodgates, letting through scraps of your childhood you had long since forgotten. The Summer of '88 had been pushed from your brain; as far as you had been concerned it had never even happened, it had just been Spring and then Autumn but now, with the door cracked open just a sliver, the memories spilled through and they were brilliant. You remembered the Barrens, playing guns and tag and Parcheesi and jungle hunters, winding through bamboo and splashing in the river and building a dam and an underground clubhouse. You remembered buying ice cream and movie tickets and picking through the dump with the seven greatest friends you had ever known. You remembered Stan the first time you'd seen him, haloed by the setting sun as you fell upon him and his friends on the cliff above the quarry. You remember Beverly's kind smile, Bill's welcoming eyes, Mike's handshake, Ben's timid wave. You remembered Richie's ill-timed joke and the way Eddie had so lovingly punched him so hard in the shoulder he had almost tumbled right off the rock he was seated on. You remember feel- hearing a click like pieces of a puzzle slotting together and you remember thinking these are my people.

Underneath these warm memories were dark ones begging to push through, to smother the good things, but for some odd reason you could imagine Stan fending them off, keeping them at bay for your sake. You can imagine him keeping the door held shut enough that the big ugly thoughts about hurt and fear on the other side of the gates. And you were grateful.

"You know," Stan said, and placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb skimming lightly over your cheekbone, "Those things in your nightmares can't hurt you. Monsters can always be killed," And, as if he had spoken directly to your brain, you feel-heard him saying if you believe they can. You met his sunbeam smile with your own, smaller but just as listlessly beautiful. Yet again you felt the aura around him, around your man, your husband, the only person you ever needed in your life.

"I know," You replied, and kissed him soft, "and I believe they can so long as you’re here with me.”

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Okay i actually,,,,, adore this I think? Stan doesn’t get enough love and I would die for him. So, just to kind of explain this in case I failed to do that through the text itself, Stan was gifted a few nifty little powers by either The Turtle or The Other depending on what makes more sense to you. He can (with a little struggling- that’s why the ‘floodgates’ opened and shut suddenly before finally only letting the good stuff through) staunch and release the memories of It and Derry in all of his friends heads, meaning he can choose what they do and don’t remember. He can also, just a little bit, project his thoughts onto other people. I’m not exactly sure why I went with this idea but I thought it was nice and fun and after playing a lovely It based game called ‘Use You Outside Voice Richie Tozier’ I fell in love with God-Stan. Thanks for reading :)

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Stanley Uris Masterlist

What Is This Feeling?

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BANG! (Stanley Uris)

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

Summary: Meeting your soulmate is something that you've dreamed of for a while. Who would have thought it would happen like this?

Word Count: 0.9k

You couldn't help but wonder what your soulmate would be like once you met them. Would they be chivalrous or frivolous? Would they be talkative or reserved? Where would you two end up meeting?

Sighing, your head came down to lay gently on the table, turned so you could gaze at the small timer on your forearm. 'Only time can tell, I guess.'

"Hey (Y/n), you okay?"

You instantly perked up at the sudden presence of your friend Beverly.

"Oh, Bev! Yes, I'm fine. I was just..." You paused for a moment. You didn't really want to mention your nerves about meeting your soulmate. It was a bit embarrassing, you should be looking forward to it, not shying away from it. "...thinking about something."

Despite your lack of detail, Beverly seemed to understand what you were getting at. She had been your friend for several years and she knew you practically as well as you knew yourself.

"What is it? Are you afraid they won't like you or something? We've already had this conversa–"

"No, no," You waved your hands in front of her, completely dismissing her idea. Some people did really struggle with that, believing that their destined wouldn't like them for some awful reason. You wouldn't lie and say you never had those thoughts but they weren't as relevant anymore. You didn't struggle with that anymore. In your mind, if you were destined, then you were destined, and if your soulmate didn't accept it then it's something they would have to figure out.

You softly skimmed your fingers over the ticking number, the hairs on your arm sticking up slightly from your cold fingers. "I don't have much time. I'm just thinking about them. Who they are, what they look like, what they want to become..."

Beverly smiled at your expression. It was like you were already in love but you didn't even know who they were yet. She knew that your soulmate is a lucky person and whoever it is would get a stern talking from her if they ever hurt you.

"How long?" Beverly questioned, leaning in to look at your arm.

00:19:23:48

"Oh! That means you're meeting them tomorrow morning!"

"Hey quiet in the back! This time is supposed to be used for studying." Your teacher's voice scolded from the front of the classroom.

Beverly ducked her head, a mischievous smile growing on her flushed face. You chuckled at her, grabbing back onto your pencil before turning your attention to your chemistry worksheet.

Even with your pencil in your hand, it was hard to focus on your worksheet with the timer ticking on your forearm.

•••

"Bye, mom!" You yelled into the house as you left, trying not to stumble down the front porch stairs. Your legs were practically shaking at this point and your fingers felt like they were vibrating from the nerves that coursed through you. You knew you didn't have long left but you didn't know exactly how long because you decided to wear a jacket to combat the heavy rain that fell from the sky.

It was a bit thrilling not being able to see the exact time. You knew that when you saw them it would be obvious anyway. Most people say that it's obvious when you find your soulmate. It's like all time stops and you two are the only ones that exist... yeah, pretty cheesy.

Your eyes danced around the sidewalk as you sped walked to school. Not many people walked this way to school, so you doubt you would meet them on the way but–

And then it happened. As your eyes rose from the edge of the sidewalk, it was like all time stopped. Across the crosswalk, there was a boy, staring at you with the same wide eyes. You stood still, eyes unable to move away from him.

Apparently, luck must have not been on his side. He was so entranced by the view of his soulmate that he forgot to look at what was in front of him.

BANG!

You gasped, running across the empty crosswalk and to your soulmate who was covering his nose with his hands, his umbrella laying on the ground next to him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, crouching down and hovering your hands over him, not sure if you are allowed to touch him.

Your soulmate let out a laugh, the corners of his eyes scrunching up as he smiled. Immediately, the tension in your body disappeared and you started to laugh as well.

"That was so not cool of me," Your soulmate groaned after calming down, finally opening his eyes to look at you again. Time didn't stop this time but it didn't feel any less special.

"Really? I think it was, you tried to take on that stop sign just for me." You grinned at him playfully, picking up his umbrella and holding it over him. It was a bit futile since he was already wet but he appreciated your effort.

"Sorry I couldn't do better. The stop sign is pretty invincible."

You shook your head and helped him up, handing his umbrella back to him.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Stanley Uris." He greeted back, his face slightly red from embarrassment.

•••

"Wow, that was really how you met?" Richie questioned, leaning forward in the hammock. "That was so lame, Stan."

Stanley sunk down in his chair. Although it had been a few months, he still got embarrassed from how you two had met. You, of course, didn't care at all. You found it a bit endearing. Not everyone is perfect and seeing how Stanley responded in the situation made you fall further in love.

"Then why don't you tell us how you and Eddie met, Richie?" You inquired, leaning your head on your palm.

Richie's face bloomed red and he shot back into the hammock, burying his face in his comic book.

"That's what I thought."

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝐚 = 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

he appreciate you, but the most attractive in you for him is your loyality. don't matter how many time he get beaten up from the bowers or getting bullied because of his religion, you never leave his side. and everytime you stand by his side, he falls in love with you more and more. 

𝐛 = 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲? 𝐰𝐡𝐲/𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?)

after the school and the university –yes, of course, but if you don't want them, then that's entirely okay. but now, he don't want to talk about kids, or family, he just wants to live his little dream with you. 

𝐜 = 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞?)

stan loves the most when you hug him from behind while he bikes with you. it's even better if you tilt your head to the nape of his neck; the little curls down there strokes your forehead, just like his kisses.

𝐝 = 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?)

he likes the quiet, peaceful dates. the sunny saturdays, where the two of you just go out, sitting under a tree, reading and eating little biscuits. you make pictures about the birds he likes with your polaroid cam, the instant photo get sticked in his book immediately.

𝐞 = 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 ____ (𝐞.𝐠. 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝...))

"you are my precious."

𝐟 = 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?)

stan fell in love with you in the moment when he saw that you sit right before him in history class. your (h/c) locks before him, and when you turned around to give him a pen -

𝐠 = 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞? 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐡𝐨𝐰?)

he's the most gentle boy you have ever know. not the most pda-ish guy, but at home, in your room, he always gonna stroke your hair at night, or telling you how cute you were today in the t-shirt you bought recently. 

𝐡 = 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?)

as i told, stan would kiss you rather than hold your hands, but if you're inscure, or just need a fix point, you can always grab his hand and he would squeeze it, i promise you. 

𝐢 = 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?)

he met you at first in the library, to search for one books he needs for his tests. you sat there at the table, reading already "the hound of baskervilles", your hair lazily falling in your face, your knees propped up to the edge of the table. 

-sorry, can i... can i sit here? -he faltered, grabbing tighter the books he found. you nodded, smiled a little bit. 

-one flew over the cuckoo's nest? pretty good book -you commented, pointing with your pen on the title, than leaning back to your own work, leaving him flustered and lovely. 

𝐣 = 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬?)

he don't get jealous easily, he trusts you, so please don't disappoint my little bean )): 

besides, if he sees that you're close to richie or bill, stan always have an eye to see, whose hand are where. 

𝐤 = 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬?)

you were the first. and also, his first.  

you and the losers watched a movie at mike's, during the movie you and stan gave soft strokes on the hand or pinches on each other's thighs non-stop –you lied your head on stan's shoulder, bringing your knees close to your abdomen.

when the movie's over, stan guides you home, carrying your backpack, and at the doorstep, you walk in, whispering a little "wait" to him. 

–i forgot something -you mutter, surprisingly pushing your lips to his, quieting his mind and savouring it with love and affection.

𝐥 = 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 '𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?)

new saturday, new lazy day with stan.

the two of you met on the end of the street, from that point you two can easily go to the fluffy, green field near to the lake. you like these summer days –no school, no responsibilities, only the two of you, a pair of snadwiches from your lovely mom and a good book. 

you hold stan's hand while walking to your usual place, the grass slightly appressed from the several days you spent here. when you sit down, you heard stan whisper something. 

–did you say something, stan the man? 

stan frowns, then shrugging his shoulders, grabbing your hands, kissing your forehead, his tender kiss tingling on the little curls near your temples too. 

–i just wanted to say... that i love you. and thank you for being here for me, darling. 

𝐦 = 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

laying on your flat roof at night, staring at the starry, dark sky, in the summer. soft rock music playing in the background, your favourites... cuddling with him, giving you the warmth you need, but his hands cold enough to give you the perfect temperature. 

–you like this? –he asked quietly, not letting know your parents that the two of you sneak out in 2 am. you snuggle up to his cheek, nuzzling your nose on the curve of his dimple; your eyelashes tickling his soft skin.

–i love it. and you? 

–i love it, too –he mumbles, lifting your shoulders a little bit, so now you lay on his chest. –mainly because i am with you, babylove. 

and you are freaking happy too –with him, every moment is blissful and dream-like, just like him. 

𝐧 = 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐥 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

he will do everything to reassure you that you're his love, his princess. you saw a missing piece from the comics you read? he'll slip it into your school-box. he always gonna buy you sweets and chocolate, sweet or salty popcorn or your favourite candy ─not only on your birthday, even when you feeling down or stressed. if stan collect enough courage, he will write little love letters to tuck it in your pocket during studying when you don't pay attention  ─just to cause you a small, sweet suprise. 

𝐨 = 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟?)

pastel pink. the color of the soft love and angels. 

𝐩 = 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞?)

stan will call you babylove ─baby and love, just the pure definition of you for him. 

𝐪 = 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

his old matchboxes (𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘴? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘺)): ), little do you know, but when his mother scolds him to clean up his room a little bit, he find them in one old, dusty shoe-box. stan can play with them for hours, and at the end of the turn-out session you can be sure, that he sneaks a pair from them onto the shelf. 

𝐫 = 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲?)

sleep. even better if it's with you. 

𝐬 = 𝐬𝐚𝐝 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩?)

stan is very, very emphatic, he feels immediately if something's wrong or not so right. he would talk with you, give one shoulder to cry on it, kissing and stroking your hair and cheeks ─sometimes he thinks that he can't do nothing, but when you began to snoring calmly, snuggling to his side, he get's a little more satisfied for being a good boyfriend. 

𝐭 = 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭?)

mostly about the future, about a better life, you two can involve into a very deep conversation. stan like it very much when you talk about the things you like, your goals, your ideals –to him, you're a very pleasureable person.

𝐮 = 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱?)

silence. a little bit of loneliness always helps him to purify his messy mind. if the two of you sit beside each other in silence, that's absolutely perfect for stan.

𝐯 = 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐟? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟?)

he's proud of your relationship: you two can talk about everything, and always help the other to find a solution, to figure out something to the actual problem. 

𝐰 = 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞?)

in his mind, his plans are pretty simple: stan would make you the perfect day in your  –going to your favourite town, eating delicious foods, making photos from the two of you (mostly you, but you can't bear the thought to stand alone in all of the pictures; that's so allegoric, isn't it?). then, when the two of you sit on the hood of the car, he gently sneaks his hand into his pocket, gently holding your ring-finger, getting ready with the big speech, waiting for your reaction when you feel the cold stain against your soft skin... 

𝐱 = 𝐱𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠?)

tears for fears – everybody wants to rule the world 

❝𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.❞

𝐲 = 𝐲𝐞𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

yeah, actually –a lot!! but don't want to pressure you, if you don't want to. stan would like to know you to be his, forever. 

𝐳 = 𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚 (𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭?)

stan is not the fan of the animals with fur, he mostly want a little, cute bird, or even more of them –but not to cage those little feather-balls, you help him to build a bird feeder with pastell pink walls and heart-shaped entrance. if you want a cat or dog, he doesn't mind it, but don't let them hurt the birdies, please )): 

—お誕生日おめでとう レビーちゃｎ ♡

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 <𝟹

[cocastyle]

Despite It All

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 2,442

Warning - none

Prompt - (request by @big-dick-denbrough ) Hi! I love your writing and was wondering if you have the time could you write a young bill denbrough x reader? Where bill gives the reader some clothes so she can stay over. And before they go to sleep he's being all cutesy kissing the reader and her neck and just being sweet and clingy. And he falls asleep nuzzled and cuddled up on the reader's chest. Over all just wholesome fluff. 🥰

A/N - quarantine is kicking my butt and all I want to do is just see my friends again and be able to finish my senior year :(( is that too much to ask? in the mean time though I’ve been able to catch up on quite a bit of things and finally painted/rearranged my room and finished some other things I’ve been trying to finish for a while now. I thought I would take a break and write up this request which is super cute!! I hope you all like it!

requests are open so if you all would like something send it to my inbox please :))

The soft pitter patter of rain and the sound of colored pencils grazing across paper was all Bill could hear as he sat at his desk late one night, his sketchbook lying in front of him. He had his concentration face on as he drew, a soft smile taking over his features as the drawing came even closer to being finished.

It was a drawing of a young girl, her h/c hair flowing behind her while she gazed back at the viewer from behind some sunflowers in her hands. This drawing was supposed to be for his girlfriend Y/N. He knew that she had been having some trouble lately with nightmares and he had wanted to cheer her up with a drawing of his.

She had always gushed about his art, saying it was nothing like she had ever seen before. Bill couldn't tell him she was saying that just to be nice, but he didn't care because the way she looked at the art and then to him had him believing it. He had drawn many pictures for her before, but it had been a while since the last drawing he had given her. That led Bill to thinking that giving her a drawing might make her feel better.

Bill was just about to finish with the sunflowers and move onto the last touch details of the hair when a knock had him jumping in his seat. If it had been from his door, he probably wouldn't have even thought twice about it, but the knocking was coming from his window which also happened to be on the second floor of his house.

He found his green eyes flickering over to the window and he was quick to slam his sketchbook shut before rushing over to the window. On the other side was none other than his girlfriend Y/N who had her head lowered as the rain rolled off her already drenched body.

Bill didn't even hesitate to throw his window open, his eyes taking in the girl in front of him as a worried look crossed his face. "Y/N?" he whispered and that was when her e/c eyes flashed up to lock with his.

Bill's breath hitched in his throat just like it did every time he saw her eyes and he would've lost his ability to breath as well from just how beautiful she was if it weren't for the fact that she was crying, her tears mixing in with the rain.

It didn't look like the girl was in the mood to talk so Bill just gave her a soft smile and held his hand out for her to take. Y/N gently took it and Bill couldn't help but smile wider at the feeling of her hand in his, his whole body warming instantly as it always did whenever he held hands with his girlfriend.

Bill helped the girl climb inside and was quick to bring her to the nearest bathroom. Luckily his parents had already gone to bed, so he didn't have to worry too much about being caught but he was still quiet just in case.

He left the girl standing by the bathroom and returned seconds later with not only a towel but a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts as well. "Here," Bill whispered as he handed the items to the girl. "G-G-Go rinse off and warm yourself up so I don't have to worry about m-m-my girlfriend dying from hypothermia."

He sent the girl a teasing smile, but all Y/N could muster was the small upturn of her lips before she had turned and walked into the bathroom, leaving Bill to stare after her in concern.

Bill was sitting on his bed with a worried look on his face by the time Y/N came back and he quickly jumped up onto his feet at the sight of her. It took a second for him to process that she was standing there with his clothes on and once it had, he couldn't help but stare at her agape, his cheeks reddening slightly. How had he gotten so lucky to have a girlfriend as pretty as Y/N?

Her tears were gone now, but her eyes were still a little red as she looked down at the floor embarrassed. It took Bill but a second to put together what must've happened and he sighed before taking a few quick strides across the room.

His arms were wrapping around the girl almost instantly and Y/N was quick to react, balling her hands into fists around his shirt as she tucked his shoulder under her chin. Bill nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck with his arms tight around her waist and he held her like that until he finally felt her begin to relax more and more.

Bill pressed a soft kiss to the girl's neck, smiling softly once he felt her begin to smile against him. He held onto her a little tighter and inhaled her scent once before letting out a sigh of content.

"Another nightmare?" Bill finally asked, his voice warm and comforting despite the heavy topic.

Y/N was silent for a moment as her grip on the boy tightened. She had been getting nightmares ever since the end of the summer and the horrors with It. The nightmare was always the same thing with Pennywise torturing her before realizing it wasn't working and moving onto Bill and her other friends.

They were tortured before her very eyes until It was sure the girl was afraid. Then he would kill them and there was nothing she could do about it, her screams being what woke her up every night. Their screams of pain were what kept her up for the rest of the night, echoing through her ears despite it having been nothing but a dream.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and whispered, "Yes."

That was all Bill needed to hear and he frowned before pressing another kiss to her neck and pulling away to look at her. "You w-w-want to sleep over for the night? I can set an alarm so that we make s-s-sure you're gone before my parents wake up," Bill suggested.

Not wanting to be a bother, the young girl was about to deny, but the hopeful look in Bill's eyes was enough to have her slowly nodding her head. A huge grin broke out on Bill's face at that and he was quick to hug the girl around the waist again, picking her up and spinning her around once out of pure excitement.

Despite all the worry and sadness that had been looming over her, Y/N felt her heart soar as laughter bubbled up through her chest. Bill always had this affect on her and maybe that's why she tended to come to him when her nightmares got too much to handle.

The nightmares were tough for her, but Bill always knew how to get her mind off of it enough to let go and feel happy. He was the light of her life, so it was really no surprise that after only having met him this summer and a few months of dating each other she was already falling in love with him.

Bill Denbrough could do that to a person—make them fall in love with him with just a simple smile—and Y/N sometimes wondered if he knew he had that type of effect on people.

It wasn't long before the two found themselves sitting on his bed, each of them sitting facing each other with their knees touching. Bill was doing everything in his power to keep the smile on Y/N's face and it was only when he felt himself begin to run out of things to say merely because he was becoming to entranced with the girl that he averted his gaze towards his desk where his sketchbook sat.

"I-I-I want to show you something," Bill suddenly said earning a confused look from the h/c haired girl. Bill only gave her a small smile in return before pulling himself up off the bed and heading over to his desk. He returned to her a moment later with his sketchbook in hand and flipped through the pages as he sat back down on the bed.

"I-I-I was going to give this to you when I was done, but I g-g-guess I can give you a little preview," Bill said, a small nervous smile on his face as he handed the sketchbook over to his girlfriend.

Bill watched in a nervous silence as Y/N gently took the sketchbook from him before allowing her gaze to fall on the drawing. She stilled almost immediately, her eyes flickering over the drawing as they began to widen slightly. Bill couldn't quite read her expression and that only made him more nervous as time went on.

But then she was looking up at him, her eyes still wide before a smile of disbelief appeared on her face and she whispered, "I love you."

It was Bill's turn to freeze at that. The couple had never said those words before. It's not that they didn't feel that way because they did, but neither had ever been the first to utter the words. But now it seemed like Y/N was the first one to have enough courage to say it.

Bill's heart was thumping in his chest so loudly that he could hear it in his ears, his face reddening so much that he could feel the heat radiating off of his face. His smile started out small before it slowly began to grow, his eyes flickering over the girl's face in disbelief.

"I love you too," Bill whispered, still in shock from the fact that Y/N L/N loved him. If this was a dream, he really didn't want to wake up.

Before Y/N could even blink, Bill had grabbed the sketchbook and tossed it aside before tackling the girl back onto the bed. Laughter escaped the girl's lips and she quickly had to quiet herself so that Bill's parents wouldn't wake up. Bill was smiling so wide as he showered her in kisses, the girl's face getting redder by the second as Bill kissed every inch of her face.

"Bill, stop!" Y/N whisper exclaimed between laughs.

Bill paused and propped himself above the girl as he grinned down at her. "What? All I'm doing in showering my girlfriend with my affection," he said before going down and kissing her cheek, making the girl blush more than she already was.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh and Bill pulled away to look at her with that goofy grin of his, his eyes sparkling as he stared down at the girl that had stolen his heart.

"I love you," Bill said, making sure to put emphasis on each word so that Y/N knew just how much he meant it.

The grin she gave him almost made him swoon at the sight, his heart beating so fast that he thought he was going to have a heart attack. "I love you too," she whispered, her hand coming up and gently cupping his cheek as she smiled at him.

Bill was quick to duck his head down and capture the girl's lips with his own, propping himself up above her while Y/N's hands slowly went up to his neck so that she could pull him down more. It was a soft and gentle kiss, one that made each of them feel like they were in cloud nine. Kissing Y/N still gave him the same feeling he had got the first time he kissed her and Bill knew that this feeling would never grow old.

Bill pulled away to look down at the girl and he bit his lip before shyly looking down and asking, "C-C-Can we cuddle?"

Y/N let out a small laugh at that and was quick to pull the boy all the way down on the bed with her, an action that made Bill chuckle softly before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his side. He was quick to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck, pressing a soft kiss there before relaxing against her and letting out a content sigh.

Y/N blushed almost instantly and was silently thankful that Bill couldn't see her face. Wordlessly, the girl brought her hand up and began to run a hand through Bill's hair while he pressed another kiss on her jawline before nuzzling into the crook of her neck even more.

The two laid like this for a while until each of them were barely able to keep their eyes open. It was only then that Bill let out a soft yawn and pressed one more kiss to the girl's cheek as he whispered, "I know this past summer wasn't the best, but I'm still thankful because it gave me you."

Y/N went silent at that, her hand freezing momentarily before she continued to run her hand through the boy's soft hair. This summer may have been terrible, but not all of it was. After all, she had met all the Losers this past summer. She had met Bill.

A soft snore was what pulled the girl out of her thoughts and she glanced down to see that Bill had fallen asleep with his head nuzzled into her neck and his arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Y/N let her eyes flicker over the boy's face for a moment and she smiled softly as she admired the boy.

Gently brushing some hair out of his face, Y/N pressed a small kiss to Bill's forehead before whispering, "I'm thankful too.”

Bill was still fast asleep so he couldn't hear her, but for a moment it was like he could because he smiled a little more and tightened his grip ever so slightly on the girl. Y/N kept her eyes on her boyfriend with a small smile on her face until she too fell asleep holding onto the boy.

That night was the night that she knew that despite everything that went wrong with the summer of 1989, she always would be thankful for it—for that was the summer she met Bill Denbrough and not even It could ruin her love for him.

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Cloud Nine Could Never (II)

warnings; language.

word count; 2367

about; Richie Tozier x female!Reader

— part one

— masterlist

You overthought, embracing yourself as you walked down the street unconsciously. Your quiet cries had gotten you the weirdest looks from the pedestrians, as the tears salted your face, a well known voice called for your name from a nearby porch.

Richie fucking Tozier.

You quickly used your uncovered arm as a wipe, miserably trying to dry your dusty face so that he wouldn't see you like that. Yet he did.

Maybe Richard Tozier wasn't generally known for being a gentleman, but he had decided not to tease you about crying… At least for now.

You look over your shoulder to observe a gloomy short boy, his raven hair was a mess and his glasses rested artlessly on the bridge of his nose. Richard's eyes studied your appearance as well, locating a brand new cut on your upper arm.

"What do you want, Tozier?" You faked fierceness, not having enough energy to actually be strong enough.

"Oh, nothing. I heard some weeping and I wanted to check if the person was okay, that's all." So much for not teasing her about crying.

You raised an eyebrow, fleering right after. He was absolutely lying, you thought. Richard Tozier was never one to, in reality, check on anyone else but solely perhaps his friends.

"Yeah, right," you mocked, "Sure thing, pal."

Although Richie was in the worst mood of his life, he couldn't stop a tiny grin from spreading from one side of his face to the other. Well, maybe you were such a bitch and all, but he kept some secrets to himself.

Though it may seem strange, Richie had a teeny tiny crush on you. He found himself admiring your stark attitude, or how you stood up for yourself. Sometimes, you were a literal pain in the ass, yet when you punched Bowers the other day, his heart almost flew out of his chest. The Losers were perplexed by his unexplainable behaviour around you, even though you didn't notice, or maybe it was because you thought he had always looked like that, his cheeks would go beet red, and other times he had to excuse himself and sprint towards the nearest bathroom.

Both of your eyebrows furrowed, insensibly raising your upper lip out of confusion as well. You tilted your head, "What are you smiling at, jackass?"

The Tozier boy gulped, gaining a small amount of courage, "So, uh… Do you want to come in, wash yourself and… Stuff?

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, y-yeah. Why not? I-I means it's really fucking okay if you want to go to your house, it really wouldn't matter."

Your features softened, gazing into his dark brown eyes a tad longer; you were searching for something, a bad sign about the whole thing, or if it was some part of a sick prank. Fortunately enough, you had found nothing, wholly pure honesty.

Clearing your throat, you broke your sweet staring game with him, you ogled everywhere but at him. Licking your lips, you tried denying his kind offer, "Listen, Richie, I don't know why you're being so nice to me and all after hustling you and your friends literally your entire lives. Also, my house is just, like, six blocks away, so I'm good, but-" you exhaled loudly, "Thanks."

You were hesitant at first, however, you strolled away from his house. You appreciated his selfless suggestion, still, you deemed you didn't deserve all that love and special care, you were rude and very ill-mannered, and only punishments were well earned. 

Without a warning, your wrist was caught in something, you glanced over at it to find Richie's fingers wrapped gently around it. You squinted into his eyes once again, preparing yourself for the worst aftermath, nevertheless, he immediately let it go.

"Look, it's fine, I welcome you into my house. I swear on my shitty life that I won't do anything to you, just, I don't know… Clean yourself up or something."

You held a coy simper back, biting your lip instead, not giving yourself the time to think about it, "Okay."

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You were prettied up in a Coca-Cola red striped shirt and a pair of high-waisted denim shorts, never have you ever thought you would be standing in Richie Tozier's bathroom, wearing Juliet Tozier's old clothes.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, rotating your body to check out your new clothes. Your hair was in a clean loose ponytail, and your face was lit up by being spotless. Your shoes were probably the worst part of your whole attire because Richie couldn't find any pair of his sister's old shoes as he rummaged through her room.

Three knocks on the white bathroom door startled your mini fashion show, you hurriedly straightened your already creaseless clothes, then opened the door.

You had no idea why were quite nervous at first, but when your eyes landed on Richie's shocked guise, you were fast to laugh it off and spit a witty retort.

"Did you forget to take the flashlight out of your pocket or are you just extremely happy to see me?"

He swallowed the excess saliva, "W-We didn't bring any f-flashlights."

Your eyes broadened, you chortled bashfully, hiding your mouth behind your clammy palm, nevertheless, it was quick to head straight to your stomach, squeezing densely to control your laughter.

Richard Wentworth Tozier was now sure he had fallen in love with you. He had never seen you laugh before, and Gosh, how bad he had wanted to wallop himself for missing out on such a miraculous thing.

Your giggles soon came to a stop, but the grin never left your face. You lied down on his bed as he watched you stare at the ceiling peacefully from his desk chair, he may have called himself the most cringe-worthy man of all time, yet ogling you was even better than stargazing on a clear autumn night.

Sitting up again, you took a quick look at him, your fading smile making the feeling in his stomach wither away, "I should get going."

He directly stood up, taking one step towards you, "No, you can stay!"

"Thank you, Ritz, for everything, but I should really go… It's already getting dark."

Ritz?

Holy shit, I think I might have a fucking boner.

Heat crawled across the boy's face, leaving an endearing trail of strawberry jam colour as it went back and forth. He had never felt this way, a non-sexual admiration towards someone. He just wanted you to lie down with him all night and play with the dark locks of his hair. He wanted to feel the heat of your body pressing against his as his arms hugged your back tightly.

Richie wanted you to stay.

He had never thought so deeply, yet this time, he used the utmost power of his brain to come up with an excuse to make you stay, and when he remembered, he thanked God the rumors were all over the place.

"Is your mum home?" He questioned anxiously.

She wasn't. Your mum was never home. She had always spent her time doing God knows what outside, and when she came back, she'd make your life a living hell.

You hated her for that… You hated her deeply for robbing you from your childhood, you hated her for not being there for you on your birthdays, on Easters, on Christmases, and even when you felt like drowning yourself in the rusty bathtub.

"No."

A little spark of hope burned in Trashmouth's chest, bringing that surreal feeling back to his stomach. He walked over to you, holding your wrist weakly, "Well, then, sleep with me tonight?"

The indirect question came out with a devious smirk at the very end, making you chuckle and pull your arm away from his grasp. You took a step back, shaking your head at the nasty hormonal teen-ager right before your eyes.

"That's another way to make me want to go to my house, pervert."

Richard tittered, licking his lips when he finished. He put on a supposedly serious expression on his countenance, "All jokes aside, please, stay. I-I don't want to be alone after all the bullshit that happened today."

Smiling, you tipped your head sideways, a demented frown taking over your face, "Tozier, why are you being so nice to me?"

He let out a breathy laugh, "I liked Ritz more, but yeah, whatever you say."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, he was visibly trying to dart your simple query. Richie knew that you noticed, so he stared shyly at his socks instead. He hoped you'd forget about that stupid question and stay and talk about anything else instead.

But you didn't.

"Well, um… Why would I be a jerk to you?"

You cleared your throat awkwardly, hugging yourself as you sought a way to explain your presumptuous actions, you sighed, "Uh, y'know, I was a literal barf bag to you guys."

"Keyword, was."

"Still, why would you forgive me so quickly?"

The youngster beamed, thinking his reason was smart enough, "You stabbed that little shit like a fucking mental, why would you attack It for us?"

Rolling your (y/e/c) eyes, you sat back down on the comfortable bed, picking at the hem of the blanket, "I didn't even know It was attacking you, I just wanted to kill the living crap out of it and get the fuck out of there."

"Why would you want to kill It? What if It was just a druggie in a clown costume?"

"Because I knew it was that scary fucking clown."

Richie took a seat next to you, getting pretty attracted to the subject of the conversation, "Wait, you… That wasn't the first time you'd seen It?"

"What?! Yes, of course it wasn't. Why would I want to kill a random person?"

"When was the first time you saw It?"

You bit your lip, the unpleasant pictures beginning to gather in your mind, you looked away from the brunet, "About a week ago."

He hummed, encouraging you to go on, you signed again, "When I was around eight in the old town that I lived in, I was hanging out with two of my cousins who were brothers. They got into a fight. I don’t really remember about what. But my younger cousin says to his older brother, ‘I fucking hate you. Don't touch me.’ and runs off. I remember thinking I should probably chase him but I didn’t.

"Well, days go by no one sees him. His mom starts frantically looking for him. Well, days turn to a month. Rumors start to fly. People see him random places. Mostly people thought he just ran away. One day, I’m walking home from school and I see a fire truck and police all over an arroyo next to my house.

"I go in to get a closer look. Turns out after that fight, my little cousin hung himself by his own belt and he had been hanging in the arroyo by my house for over a month, The birds had pecked out his eyes and random animals had eaten part of his face. It was the most horrifying thing to see and to know he had been there the whole fucking time. If only I had followed him…"

Your eyes were full of tears, and  your attempts of stopping them from forming where utter fiascos. A sob was let out, followed by another, you tried so hard to stop them but it was only like adding logs to a fire. 

Richie hugged your side, truly upset about your distressing situation. He connected the dots, now knowing why you moved to a town like Derry, also knowing why you had acted the way you did. You were in pain, and maybe letting it all out on other children was your worst way of coping.

You continued as your cries got quieter, "And a week ago, I saw it all over again. I saw my cousin and his half fucking eaten face, I-I saw him hanging from that tree. And… He spoke to me, he told me it was all my fucking fault. It was my fault, I didn't follow him, if I followed him I would have- He would have been alive."

"Listen, it's okay. It wasn't your fault he died, alright? It was a stupid act of him, and what would you have done for fuck's sake? You were eight, (y/n), eight!"

You nodded, sniffing, "You really think so?"

"I know so. And I also know that fucking clown is in one big fucking trouble for bugging you like that."

You simpered, hitting his chest playfully, "You can't do anything about it, zeek."

"Zeek?" Richie's smile dropped, you blushed heavily at your choice of words, slowly putting a space in between your huddled up bodies.

Zeek, (y/n)? Really?

You opened your mouth, pondering the stupid excuse you were going to use to get out of this tricky situation. Anyhow, your mouth was immediately to get shut by Richie Tozier's. It was soft, yet inordinately wet. You let yourself have this moment as an award for staying alive today, you cupped his cheek deepening the kiss and feeling another hand creep towards your waist. 

Both of you were fairly bad at kissing, which was surprising because all what Richie talked about was how good he was in bed. Even though, Richie never wanted this moment to end. 

He kissed you like your lips were air and he couldn't breathe.

You were the one to break the kiss, gasping for some oxygen. The sensation in your chest never diminished, you looked at him like you just knew what love was.

His forehead rested on yours, he giggled not believing that he just kissed the (y/n) (y/l/n). "Can we kiss forever?"

"The problem is, if I kissed you again, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

That reply had the power to send you both into a fit of unavoidable laughter, your foreheads lost the connection between each other and both of your heads landed on the downy mattress.

Cloud Nine could never, you thought.

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started; 11 sept.

ended; 15 sept.

a/n; I'm so proud of myself for finally writing something lmao.

[sejanusbaby]

Pressure — Stanley Uris

A/N: I find the lack of Andy Bean gifs disturbing. I found myself relating to this a lot, because I’m in my last year of high school and I am utterly terrified. Regardless, I loved this request idea, so here you go!

Anonymous asked: could you please write a oneshot where you're Stanley's daughter and you're about to go to college but you feel as if Stan is putting too much pressure on you so you break down. But then you guys make up and stuff? Thank you so much!

Warnings: Maybe light swearing, a very stressed reader and a very stressed Stanley.

Your bedroom was empty now, except for the bare mattress that lay on your bed frame and a few small items. Sat on the floor, you places the last few items into the small cardboard box, feeling some of the stress lift off of your shoulders.

“Y/N?” Your father, Stanley, interrupted your thoughts. He noticed you packing the last of your things and gave you a smile.

“What, Dad?” You asked him, watching him plop himself onto the floor in front of you. He had been hovering over you for so long for the last five months that it was driving you crazy.

“Oh, nothing. Just came to see the progress you made.” He said, plainly, his eyes moving around the room. Maybe he was in hopes that he would notice something off, something worth jumping onto you about. But he didn’t. You made sure of that.

“Yes, Dad. I’m a big kid. I know how to get my own shit together.” You said, snapping a bit, but laughing to disguise the attitude you had towards your dad. It didn’t go unnoticed by him, though.

The packing tape made a loud, harsh sound as you unrolled it, sealing up the last box you had. You felt like you were about ten seconds away from a mental break down. The thought of school, strangers, and your entire future. It was almost too much.

“Well, Ms. Big Kid. It took you two weeks to pack up the small amount of ‘your shit’ that you had left. I thought I’d have to do it myself.” He said, pulling himself up off of the ground, to a standing position.

“You know, funny that you mention it. You haven’t helped me with a damn thing leading up to me leaving. All you seem to care about is how fast I’m going to get out of here. You even made comments about my own intelligence last night! Calling me stupid, basically. When will I ever be good enough, Dad? Like you used to tell me I was!” You were yelling, hot tears rolling down your cheeks and neck.

And of course, your dad just stood there, shocked. You fell to your knees, burying your face into the palms of your hands, sobbing.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I just worry about you. I want your future to be better than what mine is.” He sighed, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t even think about how you feel.” By the look on his face when you looked up at him, you could tell he was sorry. His face flushed and wet with some of his own tears, he gave you a weak smile.

You used your sleeve to wipe your nose, sniffling, and finally catching your breathe. “It’s my last night. I don’t want it to end this way.”

You dad smiled,“It’s okay. Let’s go do something, yeah? Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight.” You nodded in agreement.

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

So, the rest of the night, you and your dad spent time laughing, crying, and having a good time together. As terrified as you were for the next day to come around, at least you had today.

[losersclubimagines]

the coroner’s girl

[the losers club x reader]

warnings: swearing, bullying, blood and body parts.

summary: being the coroner’s daughter means dressing practically rather than flatteringly, carrying your father’s blood samples in your schoolbag, and having maybe too much of an avid interest in human anatomy for your classmates’ tates. you’re an outcast - a loser, something you had always been and been pretty okay with, until the last day of school in 1985, when greta bowie gets a little too familiar with the things you carry in your backpack.

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Being a coroner's daughter was never going to be easy.

It was like being the daughter of the exterminator that came to rid your school of rats or termites; nothing inherently bad about it - it was an honest profession, all right - but goddamn embarrassing.

But you knew that. You'd known that since second grade when the teacher said your class had to go around the circle and everybody said what their parents did for a living. There were four temps, one dentist, one taxi driver, a receptionist and a cashier before you proudly said, "my dad examines dead people to see how they died!"

Your teacher had thought it was interesting. Your classmates, not so much. They thought you were dirty. Most of them didn't touch you, if they could help it. You had your own special brand of cooties, creatively named 'The Y/n Touch" that the others would pass and tease each other with at recess and lunch in games you couldn't participate in. Well, fine. They'd decided you were to be an outcast, you'd do just that.

You stopped really trying in third grade. Stopped putting your hair in curlers every night and teasing it with hairspray every morning like the others, stopped dressing fashionably and started dressing practically, stopped trying to fit in at all. A lot of girls talked about lipstick or boys or singers, or else music you'd never heard of and movies you'd never watched. The boys talked about girls and soccer and bikes, or else books you'd never read or bands you'd never listened to. You didn't fit in with anyone else's conversation - you knew hearts and brains and lungs, vessels and arteries and veins, homeostasis and rigor mortis and symptoms of asphyxiation. But when you tried to talk about that, all you got was disgusted or scandalised looks, so you stopped. You kept to yourself.

All through third grade to eighth grade, the closest thing you had to a friend were our various biology teachers throughout the years. You were hopeless at the other sciences, barely passing, and mediocre at everything else, but your biology always came back with a fat shiny A on every report card.

It was the last day of school before summer in 1985. Before you'd gone to school, your dad had passed you three plastic sample jars, half-full of blood. At your raised eyebrows, he grew defensive.

"The refrigerator's stocked again!"

"Maybe it wouldn't be if you did your job like every other coroner in America and stopped-"

"Yes, I know, I know," he interrupted, looking badgered. "Can you just ask your friend in the prep room to store them, just for a day? I'll have the refrigerator cleared out by then."

"Fine." You checked the lids were done up tightly then stuffed the jars in your satchel. "Can I go now?"

"Yeah, go, you'll be late. Don't go throwing your bag around now, those jars are done up tight but they'll burst with pressure."

"Got it," you called, moving to the front door.

"In the fridge as soon as you get to school!" he shouted from the cellar. "As soon as!"

You shut the door in reply, disgruntled.

You did as bid, making your way to the science prep room before class and sweet-talking Mr Keary into letting you store the samples in the huge refrigerator. They kept the stuff used for dissecting in there - sheep hearts and frogs and pig brains. Needless to say, you'd aced that particular section of biology. A scalpel was so familiar in your hand by now, it felt like an extension of your fingers.

They stayed there throughout the day. It grew hotter and hotter, but you kept all your layers on - black jeans cuffed to keep them from trailing on your battered sneakers, a charcoal-grey shirt of your father's that hung to your thighs and a soft, woolly, dark green cardigan that swung about your calves. You liked the comfort that layers of clothes gave you - like wearing multiple plates of armour. The day passed as usual - you ad no biology class, so you spoke to barely anyone and barely anyone spoke to you, you kept your head down and ate lunch alone and doodled in every class until the final bell rang. Great. Okay. Finally.

You swung by the prep room and grabbed your father's samples, placing them carefully in your backpack, ensuring they were cushioned by your pencil case and textbooks before hefting the bag onto one shoulder and making the trek to the front exit.

You were literally twenty feet from the door when it happened.

Greta Bowie stormed out of her history class with a dark expression on her face, evidently having to be held back to be lectured by her teacher. Her mean eyes flickered over the corridor for someone to take her anger out on, and, most unfortunately, they landed on you. You didn't even notice her until her shoulder collided hard with yours, and your bag slipped from your shoulder and sailed through the air, hitting the linoleum hard and skidding away. As you stumbled, Greta hooked an ankle around your's and sent you flying backwards.

"Sorry, Y/n!" she called, sweet as sugar. Sweet as fucking diabetes, you thought to yourself furiously as you reached for your bag - only to draw back in surprise and dread. A large, dark, sticky stain was spreading rapidly through the fabric. You tore your bag open, pleading with God that it wasn't so - but of course it was. The samples your dad had entrusted you with, that you'd chilled all day and packed so carefully in your bag - had burst on impact, and now two were all but empty, and the third was drooling blood slowly, it'd lid knocked to the side rather than all the way off.

"Shit!" you shouted, jumping up, your hands flying to your hair to grab it in despair. "Fuck it all, shit on it you bitch!" Before you even realised what you were doing, you'd lunged at the retreating Greta and shoved her in the back. Hard. So hard she flew into the lockers and slammed her head on the metal.

She yelled in pain, spinning round to look at you. The whole corridor was raptly focused on the two of you, Greta furious and red-faced, a bleeding split on her forehead where she'd grazed a padlock, and you, realising what you'd just done with your eyes widening and your feet beginning to retreat.

"You are so fucking dead!"

Greta ran right at you, her arms catching you in the midriff and knocking you back several paces. You gasped as your back slammed into the floor, hard, and Greta seized a handful of your hair, yanked your head up, and slammed it back down again. You wheezed and whimpered, trying to push and scratch to no avail, and Greta straddled you, her fist raised, ready to punch-

Your left hand closed over something cylindrical, smooth and vaguely wet and warm. As quick as you could, even as Greta drew back her fist, you whipped the lid off the last jar of blood, brought it out from the depths of your bag and tossed what was left of the sample square into Greta's snarling face.

She shrieked like a banshee, rearing back and gagging, and you took the opportunity to throw her off your body. You sprang to your feet, stumbling only a little as Greta retched and choked, groping for you blindly with red in her eyes. You took of running, pausing only to pick up your soaking red bag on the way, slamming through the double-doors at the end of the corridor.

You jumped down the steps double-time, jumping at the end and staggering as you hit the floor, then you ran again. In your haste you charged straight through a group of four boys making their way leisurely down the path. You knocked into two of them heavily, felt them stagger.

"What the fuck, dude?" someone called after you furiously, and you turned your head, still running, to look back at them.

"Sorry!" you yelled hoarsely, tearing out the front gate and out of sight.

"Fuckin' weirdo," mumbled Richie Tozier to Bill Denbrough, who was bending down to help Eddie stand after that girl had barged into them. Richie hauled Stan, who had also fallen, to his feet and clapped him on the shoulder, before picking something up off the ground.

"Stan my man, you dropped your yokefellow!" Richie told Stan cheerfully, holding a brimless cap up with a flourish.

"Yarmulke," Stan corrected tiredly, snatching it back.

"Bless you."

"E-Eddie, I think that g-g-girl left a suh-suh-stain on your sh-shirt just now," Bill interrupted demurely.

"Is that fucking blood?" Eddie squeaked, his eyes widening in horror.

"What the fuh-fuh-fuck?" Bill laughed.

"Maybe it was that time of the month," Richie said wisely.

"Buh-beep beep, Richie."

Richie looked seriously at Eddie, who was frantically scrubbing at the dark red patch on his perfect pink shirt. "Werewolves," he told the littler boy sagely.

"Shut up, Richie!" all three of the boys said together, as they crossed through the front gate, making for the Barrens.

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a/n: just a lil something to get my creativity going while i work on requests. let me know if you want to be tagged in coming parts!! i’m thinking there will be at least two more <3

[richietozierlover]

Hey y'all. Since this is an IT account, I wanna take some requests. Requests on my other blog are closed, but I wanna give this blog a shot. I won't do matchups, for my other blog does those (they are closed right now though) But yea!!!

If you have a requests for a headcannon, prompt, or even a small little fic...I'd love to do it.

I will write for all the Losers, both adult and young. Just no smut with the kids, only for the adults please!!! But yea... send in requests and do not worry....Never Forget is still going on. 😁😁 I'm ready.

(Also I literally post a Frozen gif for everything because it is my favorite disney movie. Both the first and second)

[tr4shmouth-tozi3r]

H E L P .

i’m writing for a stan request for him basically being a big fluff ball and asking you to move in with him and i’m gonna throw a bit of angst into it just a tad and i’m so fucking bad at titles, if anyone is willing to send me some title ideas for the concept pls do and i’ll gladly give u credit and a mention on the fic😚💕

[wukindly]

Tell You a Secret | Stanley Uris

“Can I request Stan uris x reader, where she constantly is a flirt with the losers club, so it kinda makes Stan jealous/irritated because she’s affectionate with everyone but him, until one day she’s really cuddly and sweet when they have a sleep over at bills?” by anon

Pairing(s): Stanley Uris/fem!reader Word Count: 2.2k Genre: fluff, jealousy, it gets a bit steamy at one point

From the moment (Y/N) (Y/L/N) met the losers, Stan Uris had it hard for her. He didn’t know how or why, it just happened. The girl had surprisingly managed to get along with each member of the group from the time they first spoke, so it wasn’t long before she became the newest member of the Losers Club, to Stan's delight.

One thing worth mentioning about (Y/N) was that she was a really affectionate person and physical contact was her way of showing it. There were a lot of times that she was found, for example, walking around holding hands with Eddie. And he seemed totally comfortable with it.

All the losers seemed to appreciate the way she acted, each in their own way. Ben would always blush with every flattering word that (Y/N) said to him before giving her a bashful answer; Richie thought of her as a blessing in his life - at last he had someone who would flirt back at him; and at any opportunity he had, Mike would gladly hold her in his arms - after she joined the group, he had found out he was a big cuddle monster.

The thing was that she was extremely flirtatious and affectionate with all the losers. All but Stan. Needless to say, he felt a little hurt by it and, obviously, jealous. He felt that jealousy boil inside him every time he saw (Y/N) with her arm wrapped around Beverly's waist or snuggling with Bill.

He couldn’t understand why she wasn’t like that with him - they were as friends as she was with the rest of the group. So why was he treated differently? Stan knew it wasn’t a good thing but he envied his friends by the kind of relationship they had with her - he desperately wanted it.

The boy had never acted on these feelings, however, and had never mentioned how he felt about that situation. Until one day when he went to do some homework at Bill's house. It was just the two boys and after the subject of their conversation turned to (Y/N) - with a bit of manipulation from Stan - the boy finally ventured over everything he was feeling.

He was frustrated and questioned Bill if (Y/N) had ever said anything about having something against him. The Denbrough boy, obviously, snorted at this question, trying to reassure Stan that there was nothing wrong with him or his friendship with the girl. Stan wasn’t very convinced, however, and when he left that house, he was still as frustrated as before.

But then, just a few days after that conversation, Bill planned a sleepover so the losers could stay at his house over the weekend. Stan had not thought much about it but he decided to go. It had been a while since the group had come together like that, and it would probably be nice.

Stan had already noticed that there was something different about (Y/N) the moment he stepped into Bill's house - he didn’t know if it was the different sparkle in her eyes when she saw him coming in, or the soft smile that widened on her face, or maybe the "Hey Stanny" that she said when he'd sat on the couch a few seats away from her. Something was clearly different, he was sure of that. His suspicions were confirmed when she willingly sat down next to him and, little by little, was getting closer and closer to him.

It started with their pinkies brushing against each other. At first, Stan thought it was just an accident, but soon (Y/N) wrapped his pinky in hers. And then, when their movie night finally started and the light went off, the girl slowly laid her head on his shoulder. What the hell was going on? Stan was too busy paying attention to his heart that it was beating way faster than usual to notice the smirk Bill gave to (Y/N) while all of this was happening.

That was just the beginning, though. After a movie and a half, (Y/N) still had her head resting comfortably on his shoulder while her legs were lying on the boy's lap, her arms wrapped around his torso - and Stan, well, Stan was holding her waist as his head leaned slightly on hers.

The Uris boy couldn’t lie - he had waited for a moment like that for months and he wasn’t disappointed at all. He was not really paying attention to the movie the others were watching, he couldn’t even remember the name of it - he was much more interested in the girl in his arms.

Stan found it fascinating how his heart skipped a bit every time (Y/N) moved on his lap, and how comforting was that he could feel her smiling against his neck every time he subconsciously began to caress her waist. He was just loving every minute of it. And the losers, of course, noticed that.

When the second movie was over and someone put on the third one, Bill was the first to say he was getting really sleepy and left the group to go to “bed”. The other losers, trying not to seem too obvious about their intentions, followed his actions shortly thereafter. Ben had been the last one to notice what was happening and got up, wishing a good night to his two friends before running out of the living room.

Although they had noticed the strange behavior of the others, neither Stan nor (Y/N) said anything about it, just enjoying the moment. However, half an hour into the third movie, Stan could feel that (Y/N)'s head had begun to weigh more on his shoulder, just as her arms were beginning to loosen their grip on his body.

"You wanna go to sleep?" he asked her in a low tone, mentally cursing himself when his voice broke during the sentence.

"No, no, I'm not that sleepy." her grip tightened on him again, burying her face in his neck, making the boy shiver with that sensation. "Are you tired?"

He started to gently caress her waist. "No."

Stan could feel her smile against his skin again. "Good."

The boy really wasn’t tired, much less sleepy - it may sound silly, but all the adrenaline he felt for having her in his arms was making him wide-awake - and he wanted it to last as long as it could. (Y/N) also didn’t seem to want to leave his embrace and he wouldn’t be the one to make her leave.

"I don’t even know why I was so nervous about doing this." (Y/N) spoke again after a few minutes, making him frown.

"What are you talking about?"

"Cuddling with you, thinking about it used to make me feel so nervous. You don’t look like the type that likes that kind of affection."

He used to make her feel nervous – was that why she treated him differently? Anyway, that statement made Stan feel his insides warming. "I don’t, usually.” his voice broke again and he cleared his throat. "But I don’t mind when it's you."

"That's good to know." she smiled softly. "I thought you would be totally opposed to the idea if I tried to do something." Stan shook his head slightly. "I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable – and that is the only reason I've never tried anything. I have nothing against you, Stan."

"How-?" her last words caught his attention. They were exactly the same ones he'd said to Bill days ago. That sneaky little bastard. Stan tossed his head back, his hands going to his face. "Ugh, Bill."

(Y/N) laughed, taking her head off the boy's shoulder and positioning herself to sit on his lap. That kind of took Stan off guard and he would have freaked out a little inside but he was way too busy thinking about how Bill had probably told her about their whole conversation. "You know, if you wanted me so bad, you could've just asked."

Stan snorted at her words. "Let's be honest here. You always flirt with everyone but me, I was bound to think that there was something wrong!"

"I think it's cute that you were worried about it." (Y/N) giggled for a few seconds before biting her lower lip, trying to catch the boy's eyes but he seemed to want to avoid her gaze. "To be honest, I've wanted to cuddle with you for quite a while now."

Well, that seemed to be enough to get his attention, making him slowly raise his eyes to her. "Yeah?"

The girl nodded, a smirk widening on her lips. "Can I tell you a secret? I always thought you were the cutest one of them all."

Under her gaze and having heard her last sentence, Stan couldn’t help feeling his cheeks heat up. That moment was so surreal - and a small part of him thought that maybe this was all a prank. No, it couldn’t be, (Y/N) was too good to do something like that. Too good, too sweet, so wonderful. He smiled at her. "I think you are the cutest one of them all too."

(Y/N) frowned but still had an amused expression on her face. "Really? I mean, Bill is pretty cute."

Stan snorted again. "Not cuter than you. I mean, look at you." now it was (Y/N)'s turn to feel her cheeks heat up as she felt Stan's gaze analyze all the features of her face. She had never seen him being so soft - and she wasn’t going to lie, she was enjoying seeing that part of him. "You are just so beautiful."

(Y/N) gave him a little smile, noticing how his eyes alternated between looking into her eyes and her lips. And the next thing Stan knew was that her lips were pressed against his - he didn’t even questioned about it, just closed his eyes and kissed her back.

It was slow and sweet and as good as they both imagined it would be. The Uris boy couldn’t think about anything but the girl in his arms in that time, but later he would remember that moment and he couldn’t help but wonder how that night was totally different from what he had expected at first - just a hang out with his friends, nothing much. Well, it surpassed his expectations in every way. Stan still gave her a few pecks before they pulled away, leaning their foreheads against each other's.

"Do you also do that to all the losers?" Stan said with a husky voice, and (Y/N) thought his voice had never been so sexy as it was now.

The girl shook her head, giving him a brief kiss. "Only you."

"It seems now that I am the one that is a step ahead of them."

(Y/N) let out a chuckle before going to his lips again, the kiss now more intense and much more needy than before. The girl wrapped one of her arms around his neck while her other hand was too busy pulling lightly and messing Stan's hair.

The boy held her tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to him; the friction caused by it making him moan softly. (Y/N) grinned at the sweet sound, a few seconds later feeling Stan licking her lower lip, causing (Y/N) to open her mouth a little, allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth.

It was her turn to moan as she felt the boy's hands sneaking under her shirt, the feel of Stan's fingers running through her skin, stroking it, sending shivers all over her body. (Y/N) realized that Stan knew how that was affecting her when he squeezed her waist, making her moan again.

He gave her one more kiss before getting down to her neck, giving it a little more attention. (Y/N) sighed contentedly as she felt him suck on her skin. She would certainly have hickeys the next day.

"Stan-" she tried to speak but ended up coming out more like a moan, the boy hummed against her skin. "Stan." she called him again and this time he took his head off her neck to hear her better. (Y/N) put her hands on his face, caressing his cheeks and smiling at him apologetically. "I would love to keep making out with you but I'm way too sleepy for that."

The boy chuckled, nodding before taking one of her hands in his and kissing it gently. Oh, he was so soft. (Y/N) squeezed his hand, letting go of it before trying to get out of his lap – yes, trying, because when she was about to do that, Stan wrapped her in his arms again, taking her to lie down with him on the couch.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Stan?"

He started to stroke her waist again, looking down at her. "If we went to the bedroom, we would have to sleep in separate sleeping bags."

It took a few seconds for (Y/N) to nod, a grin on her face. "You're absolutely right." she snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest, sighing once again. "You are so comfy, can't believe how much I have been missing out."

Stan smiled lovingly, tightening his hold on her. "Good night, love."

(Y/N) hummed happily when she heard him call her that, and in a matter of a few minutes, she was sleeping calmly. The boy was still awake for a little while, his mind too busy replaying everything that had happened that night. 

He couldn’t stop smiling, remembering everything while she was in his arms - he could get used to that. And feeling hopeful for what else might happen tomorrow, Stan also fell asleep, the third movie still playing in the background.

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[jakesmysterio]

i’m re-reading it before chapter 2 comes out and fandom writers i am BEGGING you to 🅱️lease make stanley uris call his s/o “baby love” 🥺❤️ he calls his wife that in the book and i just had to pause and breathe that is so precious FUCK

[good-doctor-imagine]

Comfort (Stanley Uris)

Pairing: Adult! Stanley Uris x Adult! Reader (IT Chapter Two)

Summary: Meeting up with Stanley for the first time in years is not only exciting but truly terrifying.

Request by anon: "Hi could I make a request based on 20 26 59 I know they're random but everyone likes a challenge hahah could it be with adult Stanley ik he dies in chapter 2 but could it be a version when he doesn't"

➢ 20. "I'm gonna hit you." "What?" "Ugh, that came out wrong."

➢ 26. "Too bad I wanted to see some ghosts."

➢ 59. "Can I sleep with you? I need someone by my side."

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Something about hearing your old friend made your stomach twist.

"(Y/N), it's Mike."

You had no clue what made you so nauseous but you packed your bags anyway, having an urge to listen to your old friend's request to go back to Derry.

That's how you ended up in front of a Chinese restaurant, staring up at the sign and taking deep breaths, preparing to walk in. You just about jumped out of your skin when you felt a weight be placed on your shoulder.

When you turned around, your heart stopped for a moment, eyes trailing over the familiar curly light brown hair and warm brown eyes. "Stanley?" You said almost breathlessly.

The brunette took his hand off your shoulder and placed it back in his pocket, offering you a small nervous smile. "It's weird seeing you again."

You couldn't stop yourself from grinning widely and wrapping your arms around your former best friend. Stanley returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around your middle. After a moment, the two of you separated, trying to keep your cheeks from warming.

"You haven't changed," Stanley smiled at you, taking a step back to put some space between the two of you.

"And you're still the same noodle boy," You teased, gesturing to his curly hair, "Has it gotten curlier?"

Stanley shook his head at your nickname and teased back, however, there was something off about his tone. "I'm going to hit you."

Your eyebrows furrowed at his serious tone, looking up at him questioningly. "What?"

Stanley's cheeks instantly heated up, a light pink dusting across his cheeks and to his ears. "Ugh, that came out wrong." He brought a hand up to cover his face, about to apologize before a voice interrupted him.

"Yeah, he meant to say 'I'm going to hit on you'. Come on Stan the Man, I thought you would be better at this by now."

You rolled your eyes, not even looking over Stan's shoulder to see who it was. It was pretty obvious by the attitude in his voice. "It's nice to see you too, Richie," Stan rolled his eyes as well, a thing that he found himself constantly doing around his inappropriate friend.

Richie walked up, glancing between the both of you before grumbling. "Why the fuck does everyone look so good?"

By the next hour, everyone was crowding out of the restaurant in horror, Richie a bit embarrassed from yelling at an innocent kid. As much as you were terrified, you couldn't help but be worried for your curly-haired best friend. You knew that even back when you were kids he was sensitive and if you were scared out of your mind, you couldn't imagine how he felt.

"We didn't come here for a haunted house, Mike!" Eddie yelled, starting an all too familiar fight.

"Too bad, I wanted to see some ghosts," Richie chuckled in an attempt to lift the heavy atmosphere surrounding the losers. He instantly shut up when Eddie returned his joke with a harsh glare.

You followed Stanley as he left without a word, his bottom lip trembling slightly as he opened the driver's side door. He didn't stop you from climbing into his passenger's seat, staying silent while gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Are you okay?" Your voice came out soft, not wanting to startle him.

Stanley swallowed thickly, wide eyes slowly moving to meet yours. The fear was practically rolling off of him in waves. "I remember IT," His voice trembled, "I remember everything. E-Even that lady."

Your hand started to reach toward his in an attempt to comfort him but you hesitated, not sure if physical contact was the best for him right now. Stanley looked down at your outstretched hand before taking it in his own and squeezing tightly, reminding himself that his friends were here. You didn't leave him and no matter what, he was not letting you go.

Before Stanley could think about what he was going to say, the words were spilling out of his mouth. "Can I sleep with you?" I need someone by my side."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding before squeezing his hand back, nodding your head. "Of course you can."

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, trying to grasp onto what happened. You glanced over at Stanley, relieved to see his breaths significantly less frantic and his posture more relaxed. You gave Stan's hand one last squeeze before letting go, opening the passenger door again.

"I'll see you back at the hotel?"

Stanley nodded, watching in his rearview mirror to make sure you made it safely to your car before starting his own. The two of you had a rough night with all of the nightmares, but both of you were relieved to have each other's comforting presence.

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[sqltine-crqckers-writing]

richie oneshot

I walked out of the classroom while the bell rang. Crowds of kids started running, shoving, or even getting pushed down. I ran to the lunch room looking for my "friends". I see Greta and her friends sitting at one of the far left tables. I quietly walk over. I feel eyes on me. Don't turn around. They aren't worth your time. I sit down next to Greta and her friends give me these looks like I had done something wrong.

"Y/n! We were just talking about you!" Greta screeched.

"Yeah."

"Uh-huh"

"Uh, okay." I said nervously. I knew they weren't good things.

"So, want to play truth or dare?" One of the girls speak up. Greta glares at her for a second but then turns around to look at me.

"Sure, why not?" I said, confidently. This shouldn't be too bad, right?

"Okay I'll go first. Y/n, truth or dare?" Greta spoke.

"Dare. I'm not a pussy."

"I dare you to go kiss Richie "Four Eyes" Tozier over there while everyone's looking." She pushed. I sighed and got up.

"Is this some sort of prank or are you being serious?" I questioned.

"Oh no, we're serious. We heard the Tozier had a crush on you. So we wanted to humiliate you. I never really liked you, Y/n. You're pathetic. You bring nothing new to the table. You are always talking about those losers too! I wonder if you served them in some way." Greta bellowed.

"Fucking fine. I never liked you anyway. That's why I was always talking about them. They actually seem nice. Maybe that Tozier kid will treat me better." I ranted. I steadily walked to the losers table. While I was Richie was exclaiming about how I was walking over there.

"Uh, Richie. She's right behind you." The boy with the curly hair stated. I looked at him with a warm smile.

"H-hey, hotstuff. What brings you around these parts?" Richie asked. I quickly look around. Everyone in the lunchroom was staring at me, waiting for something to happen.

"Kiss me while everyone's looking."

"What?"

"Holy shit." I hear the smaller boy whisper.

I grab his arm and pull him up so that I can properly kiss him. He looks at me with...fear?

"Are you okay, Y/n? This isn't like yo-" I grab his face and smash Richie's lips against mine. I hear gasps from around the room. His lips are....soft? He just stands there. Eventually I pull away. I dart my eyes down immediately.

"Woah, I'm getting that ass tonight!"

"R-richie, you juh-ust bl-lew your ch-chance." Stuttered another boy.

"Sorry I just-"

"It's fine. I know you're joking. Anyway, may I sit down? My so called "friends" dropped me from their group."

"Sure! Go ahead."

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Change - Ch. 1 | T H R E E

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 4,888

A/N - another chapter!! yay! I’ve only just started this series and I already love writing it so much and can’t wait for you all to see what happens next! I hope you all like this update and expect another one up very soon!

in other news, I have decided that I would like to write a Stranger Things rewrite as well! I am currently doing a tally for who the pairing should be so leave me a comment on who you would like the rewrite to be on! your options are Will Byers, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, or Jonathan Byers! I would love to write for any of the characters but those four are the ones I have ideas for :)

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Y/N was the first to break the silent staring contest the boys all seemed to be having, quickly stepping by her cousin and hurrying over to the boy who was lying in the water with a bloody shirt. "Are you okay?" Y/N asked softly as she knelt down in front of the boy who just stared up at her with wide eyes, surprised that she was talking to him.

"Not. . .not really," the boy admitted and by the slight crack in his voice, Y/N could tell it took all of his willpower not to cry. She didn't blame him for wanting to. Judging by the amount of blood, it looked like whatever injury he had was painful. Not to mention that the events leading up to him getting hurt might've been painful as well.

Footsteps behind her had Y/N turning to see that Stan, Bill, Richie, and Eddie had come over to join her, their eyes on the hurt boy while Eddie grimaced. Y/N looked back at the boy and gave him a kind smile as her eyes flickered over his face.

His dirty blonde hair was matted to his face, slightly covering his brown eyes which stared back at her almost nervously, like he was afraid of what was going to happen or what the group would do to him. He was leaning back slightly as he were afraid they would take a punch and Y/N couldn't help but frown slightly, a sadness flashing through her eyes as she stared at the boy.

No one spoke as Y/N reached out and gently brushed the boy's hair from out of his eyes. The small gesture was enough to make the boy blush as he looked at the girl shyly. Y/N just gave him a gentle smile as she whispered, "We're going to help you, okay?"

The boy stared at her hesitantly for a moment before nodding his head ever so slightly. Y/N's smile was enough to warm the boy's heart as she gently took his hand and helped him on to his feet, turning to the other boys in the process.

To her surprise, they were all staring at her with wide eyes. Stan's was out of pure pride for having someone as sweet and gentle as his cousin. Richie and Eddie were just in shock, having forgotten just how nice and caring the girl in front of them was. Then there was Bill who was staring at her in awe, the corners of his mouth twitching up slightly as his heart skipped a beat.

Y/N didn't seem to notice their expressions and only gave them the smallest of smiles as she said, "Come on, boys. Let's get him out of here."

The four seemed to snap out of their thoughts at that and quickly rushed forward to help Y/N get the boy over to their bikes. With some help they managed to get the boy onto Bill's bike and Y/N made sure that the boy was secure before she looked to Bill, giving him a small thankful smile before she hurried after her cousin to get on his bike.

Bill stared after Y/N for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly as he watched her get on Stan's bike. From behind him, a small voice whispered out, "She's really kind."

Bill glanced behind him and at the boy who shared his bike and smiled softly as he looked back at Y/N. "Sh-Sh-She sure is," Bill agreed before him and the others began to bike away from the Barrens and towards town, neither of them noticing Patrick Hockstetter, a member of the Bowers gang, stumble into the small river right after they left.

The ride out of the woods was mostly quiet as the group biked towards town. It was only when they had left the woods that Eddie began to ramble and lucky for Stan and Y/N, they were the closest to the boy and got to hear all of it.

"I think it's great that we're helping the new kid, but we also need to think about our own safety. I mean, he's bleeding all over and you guys know there's an AIDS epidemic happening right now as we speak. I mean my mom's friend in New York City got it juist by touching a dirty pole in the subway and she got AIDS blood into her system through a hangnail," Eddie said as he glanced over at Y/N and Stan, the girl staring back at him intently while she leaned her head against her cousin's back.

"A hangnail?" Y/N questioned, knowing that the best way to handle Eddie's rambling was to go along with it.

Besides, she knew he secretly liked it when someone actually seemed to enjoy when he talked and it was obvious that still applied by the way he smiled ever so slightly before exclaiming, "A hangnail!"

Stan let out a soft sigh and glanced at his friend before looking back ahead as he followed after Bill and Richie, Eddie right beside him.

"And-and they can amputate legs and arms. But. . .but how do you amputate a wai-? How do you amputate a waist?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide as he realized that the boy they found was going to die because they didn't know how to amputate a waist.

"Eddie," Y/N said softly, her voice causing the boy to look over at her while he nervously bit his lip. "It's going to be okay. We're not going to have to amputate his waist and the boy is going to be just fine."

"But how do you-?" Eddie began to ask.

"Just trust me," she said as her eyes flickered over Eddie's face. "You trust me, right?"

For a moment Eddie was brought back to when the two were six. He had just fallen and scraped his knee on some gravel and since they were too far away from his house to get his mother, Y/N had been the one to bandage him up with the things in his fanny pack as she softly hummed to him, her humming being enough to calm the crying boy down while he stared at her with wide eyes.

Being six years old, Eddie had thought his scraped knee was going to be the end of the world. But Y/N had been the one to calm him down. She had even the one to assure him that he was going to be okay and for the first time Eddie had believed her. It wlas that day that their friendship began to form and by the end of that summer, the two were like brother and sister.

Even after five years of not seeing her, Eddie still saw her as such and knew that his trust in her would never waiver.

"I trust you," Eddie agreed, his eyes staring directly at Y/N while Stan looked back at the two with a soft smile. It always had made Stan happy to see his friends get along so well with his cousin.

Y/N gave the boy a small smile before looking ahead as the group turned their bikes down an alley next to the pharmacy they needed to go to.

"You know that there are alleys full of AIDS infected needles, right?" Eddie spoke up, his tone still coming out nervous but not as much now that he had talked to Y/N. "You guys do know that?"

The group came to a stop and Y/N was quick to hop off Stan's bike and head over to Bill, the two helping the boy get off before sitting him down on top of a box. Y/N and Bill both knelt down in front of the boy and silently checked to make sure he was alright before Y/N whispered, "I'm Y/N by the way. This is Bill."

Bill nodded at the boy in greeting while the boy looked up at them for a minute before nodding. "Yeah, I-I know Bill. We. . .we had a class together," the boy said, not noticing the way a flicker of confusion flashed through Bill's eyes. "We never talked though, so I doubt you know me. I. . .I'm Ben."

Y/N smiled softly at the boy as she reached out to squeeze his hand. "Well, Ben, you're going to be just fine, okay? We're going to go get you some things to clean you up and then you'll be good as new in no time," she said, the optimism in her voice being enough to make Ben calm down slightly.

"Thank you," Ben whispered making Y/N smile widely.

"It's no problem," she assured him as she stood up, Bill following suit.

Bill looked at his friends as he began to back up. "Alright, s-s-so, Richie, wait here. Come on," he said before him and Y/N took off towards the pharmacy, Stan and Eddie right behind them.

Richie frowned as his friends left before looking down at Ben who was holding onto his stomach in pain, "Glad I got to meet you before you died." Ben glanced up at Richie before the two looked away, an awkward silence falling upon them.

At that time, the others managed to reach the pharmacy door and were quick to head in before Eddie led them straight to the aisle that held all sorts of bandages, gauze, ointments and more than necessary supplies than they would need.

Eddie on the other hand seemed to think they needed everything he could possibly grab and went down the aisle before grabbing so much that he could barely hold it all.

Bill and Y/N watched the boy silently while Stan counted the money that they had. "Can we afford all that?" Bill finally asked, knowing that all of the things Eddie was grabbing had to cost a lot.

Stan frowned before showing the three the little money that they had and from what Y/N could see, it really wasn't that much. A couple of dollars perhaps?

"It's all we got," Stan muttered while Eddie turned to look at the money with wide eyes.

"You kidding me?" Eddie asked, his voice soft as another wave of nervousness washed over him. The others all sighed while Stan stuffed the money into his pocket, each of them trying to think of what to do next.

"Wait, you have an account here don't you?" Bill asked, his eyes landing on Eddie while the Uris cousins looked to the young boy.

"If my mom finds out I bought all this stuff for myself, I'll spend the whole rest of the week in the emergency room getting x-rayed," Eddie told them, each of them letting out a sigh as they realized they wouldn't be able to use the boy's account.

It was at that moment that someone else entered the aisle and the four were quick to look at the newcomer, some of the items in Eddie's hands falling onto the ground in the process.

There at the end of the aisle stood a girl with long red hair tied back in a ponytail. Her startling blue eyes stared at the four and Y/N couldn't help but think the girl was extremely pretty. Her freckled face and flawless features being something Y/N would die to have herself.

The girl seemed to be startled as she stared at the four, quickly hiding something behind her back and by the looks of it, Y/N knew exactly what it was. Y/N let her eyes flicker to Bill, Stan, and Eddie and by the startled looks that seemed to be on their faces as well, the four obviously knew each other.

Y/N shook her head slightly at the four before looking at the girl and asking softly, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," the girl insisted a little harshly before she winced at her own words. "What's wrong with you?"

Stan frowned, not liking the tone the girl used with his cousin before saying, "None of your business."

"Stanley," Y/N scolded as she looked back at her cousin, but all Stan did was give her a confused and annoyed look in response.

"There's a kid outside, looks like someone killed him," Eddie suddenly said, Stan and Y/N both giving the boy an incredulous look.

Knowing that there was no way around it, Bill spoke up and said, "We need some s-s-s-supplies, but we don't have enough money."

The girl's eyes flickered over the four before she gave them a small nod. "Okay then. You guys be ready to run when I tell you," the girl told them before she began to walk down the aisle.

The four blinked in surprise before Eddie scrunched up his nose and asked, "Wait, what?"

The girl ignored him and only looked over the group before stopping on Y/N. "Do you mind helping me out?" the girl asked.

"Uh. . .sure?" Y/N said, still unsure what was happening but stepping forward to follow the girl towards the counter.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Wait," Stan began, but Y/N was quick to stop him from stepping forward.

"It's okay, Stanley. I'll be right out there in a minute, okay?" Y/N assured him.

Stan was silent as he stared at the girl before finally allowing his gaze to fall on his cousin. He nodded a little reluctantly and Y/N gave him a small smile before beginning to follow the girl down the aisle while the boys watched after them.

"I'm Beverly Marsh by the way," the red head introduced herself as she glanced at Y/N.

"Y/N," she said as she reached out and shook the girl's hand. "Y/N Uris."

"Uris?" Beverly questioned before it seemed to click. "Oh. So you and Stan are related?"

"Yes. We're cousins actually. I'm just visiting for the summer," Y/N explained.

"That makes sense why I've never seen you at school before," Beverly hummed before the two finally began to approach the counter.

"So what's the plan?" Y/N asked, curious as to what the girl had in store for them.

Beverly just sent the girl a small smile and winked before saying, "Just follow my lead." Y/N didn't have time to question her before Beverly had gently grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her up to the counter.

Y/N didn't quite understand what was going on and glanced back at her cousin and new friends. They gave her a confused look and she merely shrugged, not knowing what was going on.

"I like your glasses, Mr. Keene," Beverly suddenly said causing Y/N to snap her attention back to what was going on. Her eyes flickered over to the pharmacist with the glasses and gave Beverly a side glance. "You look just like Clark Kent."

The man let out a small laugh and adjusted his glasses as he looked down shyly. "Oh, I don't know about that," Mr. Keene said.

"Can I try them?" Beverly questioned as she tried to put as much curiosity into her tone as she could. It was then that everything seemed to click in place for Y/N and she silently chuckled to herself as she realized what was going on.

Mr. K was silent for a moment but nodded, "Mmm. Sure." He then took his glasses off before handing them over to Beverly who chuckled and put them on.

Beverly glanced over at Y/N and sent her a smile. "What do you think?" she asked.

"You look just like Lois Lane! Doesn't she look like Lois Lane, Mr. Keene?" Y/N questioned as she played along and pointed to the girl with a smile.

Mr. Keene smiled softly before saying, "Well, how about that? She does look like Lois Lane."

"Really?" Beverly asked with a small childish laugh that made Y/N want to chuckle at how fake it actually was. Mr. Keene didn't seem to notice as he just nodded and hummed in response.

Beverly took the glasses off, making sure to keep the smile on her face. "Well, here you go," she said as she went to hand them back, but she 'accidentally' hit several packs of Carolina menthol off the counter and onto the floor. "Shoot. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Mr. Keene assured them as he put his glasses back on and bent down to pick the containers up off the ground.

Once he was out of view, Beverly and Y/N looked over their shoulders and made eye contact with the boys. Beverly gave them a small nod and Eddie, Bill, and Stan were quick to rush down the aisle.

Eddie ended up bumping into a display, but Bill was quick to grab the boy before they followed Stan out the front door. Y/N chuckled softly to herself and turned back around as Beverly stuffed a pack of cigarettes in her pocket.

The two girls glanced at each other before smiling softly and giving each other a fist bump. Y/N could already tell this was going to be a beautiful start to a new friendship.

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"Just suck the wound," Richie muttered impatiently as he looked to Eddie who was busy trying to fix Ben up. Ben glanced up at Richie before looking back down at Eddie who frowned as he pressed some gauze against Ben's stomach.

"I need to focus right now," Eddie said, biting his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from yelling at Richie who was currently annoying him. Eddie knew Richie was merely bored, but that didn't stop his actions from being any less annoying.

"You need to focus?" Richie asked, his nose scrunching up as if he couldn't believe what the boy was saying.

Eddie ignored the questioning tone in his friend's voice and said, "Yeah, can you go get me something? Jesus."

"Oh, what do you need?" Richie asked and for a second Eddie swore the boy sounded as if he actually wanted to help.

"Go get my bifocals, they're in my second fanny pack," Eddie instructed,

"Why do you have two fanny packs?" Stan asked confused, while him and Richie shared a look.

"I need to focus right now and it's a long story," Eddie muttered as he pressed the gauze against Ben's stomach a little harder, Ben wincing in response.

"I don't want to hear it," Richie assured him earning a glare from his friend.

Bill shook his head at his friends in slight amusement before biting his lip nervously as he realized Y/N had yet to return. He knew she was fine, but that couldn't stop him from walking out of the alley to look in the direction of the pharmacy, hoping to see her and know that she was okay.

It was at that exact moment that the door to the pharmacy opened up and it was almost like everything went in slow motion for Bill, his eyes locking on Y/N and his mouth dropping open slightly as he watched her walk out.

He swore he had never seen someone as beautiful as Y/N Uris in his life. Even all the celebrity crushes he had would never match up to the young girl in his eyes and he knew he would never forget a face like hers for as long as he lived.

Her h/c hair seemed to shine in the sunlight as she walked out, her braid still being perfectly in tact with a few stray hairs poking out here and there that weren't really noticeable. Her skin was glowing, almost making her even brighter in Bill's eyes and making it hard for him to focus on anything else.

Then there was that smile of hers, the one that seemed to reach her eyes and make them crinkle on the sides. That kind of smile that only belonged to Y/N Uris and that made Bill's heart skip a beat. It was that special smile of hers that Bill knew shamed the sun.

He barely even registered Beverly walking out beside her, the two girls beginning to make their way down the sidewalk before Y/N turned her head and caught sight of Bill. The sight of her eyes was enough to leave him breathless. It was like her eyes held their own vocabulary that Bill desperately wanted to learn and each time he saw them he was met with a new word he had never heard of.

He hadn't felt this way since he last saw Y/N five years prior and that was when Bill knew that he was completely done for. For his feelings for her had never gone away, only been tucked away until the day when she came back and they could flourish once again.

It was a crush he assured himself. Nothing but a crush.

Y/N's smile being directed towards him was the only thing that seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, the two girls stopping in front of the boy while Bill desperately blinked in an attempt to snap himself out of it.

The only thing Bill could think to do was turn his attention to Beverly, the red head already giving him a calculating look as her eyes flickered between Bill and Y/N. Bill didn't give her time to think much longer before he began to reach in his pocket, pulling out a lonely dollar bill.

"Uhmm, th-th-thanks," Bill muttered as he held the dollar out.

Beverly seemed to realize what he was doing, but didn't question it as she held up her pack of cigarettes and smiled. "Even Steven," she assured him with a wink.

"Oh god, he's bleeding," Stan's panicking voice rang out from the alley, causing the three to glance that way.

Beverly's eyes widened slightly before a look of confusion flashed across her face. "Ben from Soc?" she whispered before beginning to make her way down the alley and towards Ben who was surrounded by Eddie, Richie, and Stan.

That left Y/N and Bill standing there on the sidewalk. Y/N turned to look at Bill at the same time as the boy and she smiled softly while Bill looked to the ground bashfully.

"Th-Th-That was really cool. . ." Bill whispered. "What you d-d-did back there."

Y/N tilted her head slightly as she looked at the boy and shrugged. "It was all Beverly's idea. I was just kind of there. I didn't do much," Y/N told him.

"I wasn't t-t-talking about that," Bill said, his eyes flickering up to look at the girl. "I was talking about the b-b-barrens and how you helped Ben. That was r-r-really cool."

Y/N blinked in surprise, her cheeks growing a tinge pink at the fact that Bill was telling her that her helping Ben was 'cool.' Really cool, nonetheless.

"Oh, I would've done the same for anyone," Y/N shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

"I-I-I know," Bill smiled at the girl, his gaze on her soft and gentle enough to make her smile widen slightly.

"Thanks," she whispered and Bill smiled shyly at the girl and bowed his head before nodding towards the others.

"We should-" he began, but Y/N quickly took the hint and nodded her head before the two began to walk down the alley together side by side, only coming to a stop behind Beverly who was watching the boys in silence.

"Are you okay?" Beverly finally spoke up, her worried eyes locked on Ben. "That looks like it hurts."

Ben glanced over at the girl and his eyes widened before he quickly dropped his shirt and sat up, Eddie backing up slightly once he couldn't see the wound anymore. "No, I'm good. I just fell," Ben assured the red head, wanting to seem strong and brave for her.

"Yeah, right into Henry Bowers," Richie muttered, his eyes narrowing at Beverly almost accusingly.

"Shut it, R-R-Richie!" Bill hissed at his friend causing both Beverly and Y/N to look at the boy confused. Y/N didn't quite understand what the big deal was. Why did they not want to tell Beverly what had happened?

"Why? It's the truth," Richie persisted while Ben looked down at the ground almost sadly.

Beverly's gaze fell on the hurt boy once again before she asked in a teasing way, "You sure they got 'the right stuff' to fix you up?" Ben looked up at Beverly and the two shared a small smile that made Y/N look between them suspiciously, wondering what the two were talking about.

"You know w-w-w-w-we'll take care of him," Bill interrupted, the red head looking away from Ben and over at Bill. "Thanks again, Beverly."

Beverly nodded slightly, "Sure, maybe I'll see you around."

"Yeah, we were maybe thinking about going to the q-q-q-quarry tomorrow, if you wanna. . ." Bill muttered, his eyes flickering over his friends who were all looking at him surprised. "Come?"

Y/N locked eyes with Richie and mouthed, "Since when were we going to the quarry?" Richie merely shrugged in response.

Y/N glanced back over at Bill, a small frown appearing on her face as she realized he had made it up on the spot so that Beverly could hang out with them more. It's not that she had anything against Beverly because she didn't, but something about knowing Bill had been the one to suggest her hanging out with them more made Y/N feel weird.

"Good to know," Beverly said as she nodded. "Thanks." She then turned and began to walk away, but not before waving goodbye to the boys and Y/N.

"Bye, Beverly," Y/N called out, waving at the girl and giving her a small smile despite what had just happened.

"Bye, Y/N. It was nice meeting you," Beverly aid before she smiled at the girl and disappeared around the corner.

Y/N stared at the alley for a moment longer before turning around, her eyes instantly locking with Bill who was staring at her. She was quick to look away, the action making Bill's eyebrows furrow in confusion and his happy expression dropped slightly.

"Nice going," Stan muttered causing them to all look at the boy who was glaring at Richie, "bringing up Bowers in front of her."

"Yeah, did you hear what she did?" Eddie asked making Y/N furrow her eyebrows in confusion as she walked over to her cousin. She stopped by Stan's side and the boy glanced at her, sighing in relief slightly at the sight of her.

"What'd she do?" Ben and Y/N both asked, their eyes locking for a moment before they looked to the others for an explanation.

"More like who'd she do?" Richie corrected them. "From what I hear, the list is longer than my wang."

Stan rolled his eyes before muttering, "That's not saying much."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprised before she quickly put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. Richie glared at Stan and Y/N was quick to hide her face in her cousin's arm as she chuckled softly, not noticing Stan's smile as he realized he had just made his cousin laugh.

"They're j-j-just rumors," Bill assured the group while Richie rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, Bill had her back in third grade," Richie explained, this making both Ben and Y/N look to the boy. "They kissed in the school play. The reviews said that you can't fake that kind of passion!"

Y/N's lips twitched downward ever so slightly, but she was quick to hide it, already used to having to hide how she really feels due to everything going on with at home.

Richie clapped his hands together to gain everyone's attention once again. "Now, pip pip and tally-ho, my good fellows, I do believe this chap requires our utmost attention. Now get in there Dr. K! Come on, fix him up!" Richie exclaimed in a Bristish accent as he gently shoved the boy towards Ben.

Eddie frowned and bent down in front of Ben as he glared at Richie. "Why don't you shut the fuck up, Einstein, because I know what I'm doing and I don't want you doing the British guy routine right now," Eddie muttered.

Richie just ignored him and continued on with his British accent, "Suck the wound. Get in there."

The usual banter between the two was enough to make Y/N smile softly, but no one except for Bill seemed to realize that it didn't quite reach her eyes like normal. Y/N ignored Bill's questioning gaze and instead leaned against her cousin as they watched Eddie fix Ben up.

Maybe their first day of summer hadn't been what they had been hoping for, but with her new friends and her cousin by her side, Y/N knew it could only get better from there.

Right?

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WELCOME! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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

PAUL DANO CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:

Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine) ~ NO NSFW!

Edward Nashton (The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox (Fast Food Nation)

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

Thaddius (The Ballad of Jack and Rose)

Paul Sandow (The King)

Don/Light (Light and the Sufferer)

Eli Brooks (The Girl Next Door)

SHIPS:

Klitz & Eli

Riddlebat (Bruce and Edward)

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

STRANGER THINGS:

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley ~ WLW ONLY

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Mike Wheeler ~ NO NSFW

Will Byers ~ NO NSFW, MLM ONLY

Max Mayfield ~ NO NSFW

Jim Hopper

Fred Benson

Chrissy Cunningham

SHIPS:

Jancy (Jonathan and Nancy)

Stancy (Steve and Nancy)

Mileven (Mike and Eleven)

Byler (Will and Mike)

Lumax (Max and Lucas)

Steddie (Steve and Eddie)

IT:

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Beverly Marsh

Stanley Uris

SHIPS:

Reddie (Richie and Eddie)

Benverly (Ben and Beverly)

Stenbrough (Stan and Bill)

Stanlon (Stan and Mike)

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

THE QUARRY:

Dylan (MLM ONLY)

Ryan

Emma

Abigail

Jacob

Laura

Kaitlyn

Nick

SHIPS:

Dylan and Ryan

Abigail and Emma

Jacob and Emma

UNTIL DAWN:

Sam

Josh

Ashley

Chris

Jessica

Matt

Emily

Mike

REQUESTS AND BOUNDARIES:

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

WILL WRITE:

Headcanons, fics, drabbles, oneshots, etc.

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

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

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

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

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

WON’T WRITE:

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

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

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

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

Incest or any other taboo subject.

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