#talking to the reddie stans here

[hyperfocuscentre]

only the IT fandom can turn a horror film into an angsty story about gay teens in love

[myuninterestinglifestory]

stanley uris x reader 😒

Stanley Uris x fem!reader, Reddie

"Shut up, Richie!" Eddie screeched from his place alongside Richie in the hammock. "You're so disgusting..."

"But you like it, don't you, Eds," Richie taunted. "I mean, how can you not, you love me, right?"

"Well, yes, but I wish I didn't," Eddie said, shoving Richie out of the hammock.

"Ten minutes, Eds," Y/n stood over the boys, hands on her hips. "It's my turn in the hammock." She gave him a cheeky grin as he begrudgingly stepped out of the hammock. "Thank you." Y/n slipped into the hammock and waved Stanley over.

"I'm not getting in the hammock with you, but I will sit right here and talk to you." Stan sat on the ground, holding Y/n's hand over the side of the hammock.

"C'mon, babe, please! It's just ten minutes, you only have to lay with me for ten minutes."

"Stan doesn't even like laying with you for two minutes, I'd bet," Richie called from across the clubhouse.

"That's not true!"

"Yeah, what he said," Y/n got out of the hammock and put her hands under Stanley's arms, attempting to lift the boy into the hammock. He slumped over in her arms, making his body dead weight. "Come on, Stan! Don't be an asshole!"

"Yeah, Stan, don't be an asshole!" Richie crudely mimicked Y/n's voice. Eddie slapped the back of Richie's head, making his glasses fall to the ground. "Gee, thanks, Eds. Why don't we let Y/n hit me harder than that, shall we?"

"Shut up, douchebag," Y/n retorted, unsuccessfully lifting Stan. She pulled her arms back to her body and Stan fell to the floor, dirt coating his face.

He spit on the floor, scrubbing his tongue. "Why did you do that?" He stood up, dropping into the hammock. "Now I get to sit here all alone." Stan held up his hand and made a shooing motion.

"No." Y/n forced her way into Stan's lap. "Not all alone." She gave him a just try to get rid of me look.

"Fine," Stan put his hands on her hips and she leaned down to kiss him until she was hit in the face with a ball of paper.

"NO PDA IN THE CLUBHOUSE!" Richie yelled.

"Shut up!" Stan and Y/n replied in unison, flipping him off. Stan sat up, pulling Y/n's lips to his as Eddie gagged.

[antisociallilbrat]

We're Not In Hawkins Anymore

So there was a reason why I had the 'Who would win in a fight' poll with Vecna and It- It won by the way. And the reason is because I have this mega It and St crossover that I've been thinking about for a while.

So in this Au, there's a time jump of five years after season four. There's been a war in Hawkins and St crew have been fighting Vecna during this. The only thing they've accomplished though is that Henry's control, his destruction, has been contained to Hawkins.

That is until Henry almost kills Will, but after almost he does, he gives El one last chance to join him. In exchange he would leave her friends and family alone. She takes his offer, feeling as if she is too weak to beat him.

El joins him, against everyone's wishes, feeling like this is the only way to keep everyone safe. El and Henry set out on the country, opening gates and releasing monsters from the Upside Down. Henry either kills everyone or 'flays' them into being mindless zombies for him, building his empire.

Edit: There's more under the cut, holy shit I have a problem with long text posts.

Everything is going according to his plan. The military is no match against him and whole cities, states, fall under his control. Then he gets to Derry. The place were It was supposed to be in It's long rest.

It woke up when It felt Vecna trying to invade Derry, and Vecna, sensing It, sensing the Deadlights, made him stop in his tracks. More out of curiosity then fear.

But you see It kinda has a problem with Henry killing everyone or flaying them. Don't get me wrong, It is a completely evil being but It is an evil being who needs to consume people to survive. In a word, It has a problem with Vecna killing It's livestock.

It and Vecna are kinda at war with each other but it's a little bit more complicated than that. This fic would have a lot of chapters from their perspectives. Really delve into what Henry would think of a being like the Deadlights and what It would think of essentially a human with so much power.

Anyways, Derry ends up not being affected by Vecna's reign of terror, at least not yet, and here comes the Loser's Club. They know It is awake and they know it's because of what's going on outside of Derry. Kinda got some moral dilemmas going on in the group because of this. Derry is safe but it's because of It's doing and there's the fact they find out they didn't kill It in the first battle. Also Bev's aunt moved back to Derry after everything started happening.

Back to the Hawkins crew, they find out that for some reason Vecna hasn't been able to invade this small town in the middle of nowhere Maine. Maybe El finds a way to get a message to them. She doesn't know why Henry hasn't invaded and she doesn't know why he keeps spending so much time at the border of Derry but she thinks the answer to kill Vecna is there. She doesn't know it's a trillions of years old space alien that eats children that keeps Vecna at bay.

The St crew sets out for Derry. They run into the Losers Club, who tells them about It. More chaos ensues.

This fic would include things like psychic mind battles between fearsome monsters, blind Max recovering from season four, Vecna terrifying the shit out of Stan, Mike W and Richie fighting, and ships!

The It ships would be Reddie, Stenbrough, and Benvery, and then for St it would be Mileven (in the beginning) and Lumax, those would eventually turn into Byler and Elumax. And Dustin H and Mike H.

For the people that know my blog, Yes I know these are the popular ships, and while I love niche ships, for this fic I would try to keep relatively in canon (as much as a crossover can be in canon) and these ships are either canon or the most likely to be canon if the writers weren't cowards.

I just have so many thoughts on this crossover and maybe I will write it one day. The reason I’m posting this now is because honestly I just want to talk about it. The idea has been in my head for a while.

[areyoureddieforittaylorsversion]

I just read one of ur fic's on ao3 thank u for keeping reddie alive in 2022 🥺

Alsoooooo not sure what type of prompts you want but I'll just throw this out there... something to do with diners. Diners are so kitschy and grungy and I think the vibes are soooo Derry. I love the idea of one of them working at a diner and the other always coming in to order something and bother them. Or maybe going to the diner at 2 am and splitting a shake together is like their secret thing.

Keep doing what you do!!! ❤️

first of all, this made my day you are so sweet tysm! i've thought about writing this before and i absolutely adore the idea so i hope this does it justice! and bc i couldn't decide, i give you both in the same fic bc i said so.

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As soon as Eddie turned 16, he got a job at the diner down the street from his house. He works there pretty much after school every day and all weekend long. Richie complains about it, saying he misses when they used to just read comics in the clubhouse hammock. They have the same argument every single day. Or, not so much an argument. Conversation. 

It isn't a real complaint on Richie's part anymore. He's fixed the problem by coming in to the diner every single fucking day. It makes it really hard to focus and his boss has yelled at him multiple times for just talking to Richie when he's supposed to be working.

Richie doesn't stop, though. No matter how many times Eddie tells him to or how many times he kicks him out on the days he really can't focus when Richie is around. Sometimes he just ends up staring at him like some lovesick teenager. Which he kind of is, but he goes to great lengths to not be that kind of in love. 

It's the same today, the bell on the door jingling when Richie walks through the door, all smile and blue eyes, making Eddie shake his head.

"Hey, sweetheart." Richie says in the same stupid voice he uses every time he greets him here as he slides into his seat at one of the bar stools.  

"What do you want, Rich?" Eddie says, a smile now on his face as he tries his best to act annoyed. 

"Just you. You look so cute in that uniform." Richie says. 

"Shut up." Eddie says, flicking him with his pen. "It's literally just a shirt. Now either get the fuck out of here or let me work."

"You know I can't do either of those things, Eddie, my love." Richie says, the obnoxious grin never leaving his face. 

"You are such an asshole!" Eddie laughs. "Can't you just go hang out with Stan or something instead of bothering me?"

"I could but why would I when I get to hang out with you and see how pretty you are?" Richie says.

"Just-be quiet. Let me work. I will hang out with you after, I promise." Eddie says and he really wants to kiss him but he can't. 

"But I want to see you now." Richie argues. 

"Stop acting like a child. You should get a job too, you know." Eddie says, starting to actually work while he talks to him, making Richie frown. His efforts never work for long.

"Nah. I'd rather just bother you at yours." Richie says, resting his head in his hand. "I'll shut up, though. You just work and look pretty. I'm content where I am."

Eddie only shakes his head but he doesn't argue.

The strange part of all of this is is that as much as Eddie does his best to force Richie to act like he's just his friend, to leave him alone at work, they still go there every single night. Bev works the night shift and she would never care even if she didn't know them. So every weekend night, Richie sneaks in through his window and they walk down the street to the diner.

"Richie, for the love of God, you're going to wake my mom!" Eddie laughs as he lets Richie pull him out of the window. 

"You're the one who won't shut up!" Richie argues and Eddie rolls his eyes as he jumps to the ground.

"Come on, dumbass." Eddie says, lacing their fingers together and pulling him down the road. 

"You think Bev will give us a free milkshake?" Richie asks.

"You know she won't." Eddie says. "She never does."

Richie only laughs in response as Eddie pushes open the door of the diner. Bev sits on the counter, legs crossed as she flips through some paper. She looks up when she hears them, a smile on her face.

"Hey, lover boys. The usual?" She asks.

"Yep." Richie says, hopping into his seat and pulling Eddie along.

"I'm sorry he's such a bother, Bev." Eddie says as Richie slaps him lightly. "He never leaves me alone at work either."

"He doesn't leave me alone period." Bev says, placing a milkshake between them. 

"Hey!" Richie says defensively. "I do too!" 

"Richie, I love you, but you really don't." Eddie says, placing a kiss on his cheek. 

"Did you hear that? He loves me." Richie says, entirely changing the subject.

"That's painfully obvious." Bev says. "I'm going to leave you to it. I have more work I have to do than I have time to talk to you."

"So rude, Marsh." Richie says, shaking his head. 

"Bye, Bev." Eddie says, elbowing Richie. 

Bev chuckles and walks off into the kitchen, leaving the two boys alone.

"I really do love you." Eddie says, taking Richie's hand with one hand and taking a sip of the milkshake.

"I'll have to tell your mom I've found someone better." Richie says with a soft smile.

It makes Eddie laugh but not for the reasons Richie wants him to. It's so wildly ironic. His mom would fucking disown him if she knew where he was and yet Richie can make jokes about it so easily. It makes him feel light. And free.

"Say you love me too." Eddie says, tilting his head up in defiance.

"I love you too, Eddie. I love you so much." Richie says and before he can say another word, he pulls him into a kiss. 

[elekinetic]

Quick! Tag your top favorite byler blogs (as many as you want) and tell my why you love them in one line to spread positivity on the dashboard and make someone's day!

FINALLY! THE TIME HAS COME!

this is in no particular order

first up. my wheelies. my ride or dies. call it traumabonding or whatever u want but these mfs know secrets of mine they better take to the grave

@hawkinsp0st, my first real friend on here. currently on hiatus but truly a kindred spirit. single-handedly changed the way i looked at the show with their hellfire color post. u simply get me and i miss ur brain!!

@ratt-duffer deserves so much more credit than you all give them. he just gets this show so well and has such well written analyses, but more than that, is just a fun fuckin person to exist around.

@willsglock my sister in glock. what can i say. she has permanently altered the way i think about brba and bcs. refreshingly honest in a way i wish more people were. occasionally breaks hearts w her writing.

@crazycoven no. 1 weezer stan in my heart ❤️ jk but fr hayden is such a cool person with some of the best themes and best takes on this site. very glad to know him

@tntozier deserves financial compensation for what theyve given to this tag. one of the brightest souls on here. everything he posts is a gift and u all should be so lucky 🤨 thank u for screaming abt st puzzle games and convincing me to download. i blame you for my crippling addiction.

ok onto some of my other favorite geniuses on here <3

@quinnick his energy??? immaculate. thank u for putting reddie content on my dash. u are so sweet and are the only valid ask hoarder. yes ofc i will send you more asks!! you deserve it!! even if you won’t stop making ur mom jokes.

@madcleradin just fucking gets it. she has never made a single post i did not wholeheartedly agree with. her understanding of the characters and the dynamics….phenomenal. also genuinely hilarious. very grateful to be mutuals w one sierra loveqbrl madcleradin

@mlchaelwheeler is a certified genius and is single-handedly responsible for getting me to restart succession. we don’t chat very often but when we do it is so much fun. she always puts such good posts i’ve never seen before on my dash and her analyses are genius. sarah’s blog is a gift to this site!!!

@chiquitablanquita changed my life with her poetry fic. i just. wow. wow. oh my god. yeah basically yeah. oh my god. i am in awe of you for the work u do outside of fandom and for the absolute insane talent u so gracefully share with us.

@eightieslesbian is The Gif Maker on here. her visions…holy shit. yes her gifs of my demos and the bitch meredith brooks gifset haunt my dreams bc she is the sweetest person on here and the fact that she DOWNLOADED MY MUSIC?? hello my heart is broken in two. but can we talk about HER original stuff?? HELLO?? she is so insanely talented and her vision is just….omg. OMG.

@elmaxed lumi and i don’t chat all that much but her brain is just so correct always and forever. her writing is wonderful and her energy is stellar. always happy to see her on my dash.

@wibble-wobbegong is such a fun blog to follow. he’s just such a cool dude and has such a nuanced understanding of mike. plus a great signature blog theme. dude has a BRAND, mad respect

@astrobei i cannot believe we are mutuals. i CANNOT BELIEVE we are mutuals. genuinely one of my favorite writers on ao3 and i still fangirl a little everytime we interact. like. the fics….holy shit. HOLY shit. she has such a firm understanding of the characters and has never written anything that doesn’t feel true to the show, regardless of AU or canon compliance. hanleia costume fic my beloved. good god they are such a talented writer.

@smoosnoom the scream i scrumpt when i got the follow notification. first fic writer i actually learned how to use the “subscribe” function on ao3 for. there are no words for the absolute batshit amount talent stored in this tumblr blog. ik y’all have read i’m tearing you asunder (cue “uh yeah, i’ve read the classics” tiktok audio) but every fic in their fix it series….jesus christ. run up that hill to go read rn.

@strangeswift is in a category of her own. abby u are a twin flame and i am so glad to know u. u simply understand me!! y’all she is such a fuckin phenomenal writer and is SO CEREBRAL in the way she approaches the show. her mike s4 pov snippets live rent free in my head. truly the only person who could get me to voluntarily read angst. NEVER misses with her takes and is just. so smart. SO SMART. the most supportive mfer on here fr. you guys aren’t ready for milevenvision or any of the other stuff you should be so lucky for abby to put out.

ok i could talk about my friends and moots for hours and i definitely DEFINITELY missed ppl but pls just know i follow blogs i love love love the content of and if we are mutuals i value u to the moon and back <333

[richierambles]

my opinion on IT ships

what??? richie tozier himself is giving hys opinion on getting shipped with his friends??? more likely than you think ;3 basically i was bored and currently procrastinating switching out so our academic can study (hate my life get me back to derry yall</3) BUT ANYGAY XD here we go ✨✨✨

Reddie: 7/10 I have a complicated opinion on this one. The fandom loves it, and as a concept? Sure it's fucking awesome. BUT. I've had a Bad experience dating an Eddie fictive, I won't say much besides that our old host (hate his ass) basically forced me into that relationship just bc he shipped reddie and that caused a shit ton of trouble 😃 But anygay I still ship it as long as I myself am not part of the relationship XD (I'm. actually writing a reddie fic rn. XD)

Stenbrough: 7.5/10 Another fandom favorite! The way I see it, they'd be sweet af. Like, healthiest relationship ever been. What's wrong with it then? The same thing as reddie, Belle (our Bill fictive, mtf, she/her, misgender and/or deadname her and imma be after your ass<3 and not in the MrsK way) got forced into a relationship with a Stan fictive, but it went So Much Worse than mine for some reason TwT And welp I still ship it but kinda eh-ish (the 0.5 it has more than reddie is bc im not in the ship XD)

Benverly: 6/10 I need y'all to know, I'm talking about IT 2017, not about the adult Losers. Adult benverly get a 9/10 at least, but teen benverly? I don't see it. I don't think bev is ok enough to have a healthy relationship, and I'm pretty sure they'd end the same way as most highschool sweethearts - breaking up. Though, I'm pretty sure they'd be sweeter than stenbrough for the time they lasted

Billverly: 3/10 1. POOR BEN????😭 2. In my exomemories they actually tried it and broke up (in good terms) like 2 months later so- nah they don't work XD

Steddie: 9/10 Stan x Eddie not the ST one 💀 our system's steddie are dating, another system's steddie are ALSO dating, and I can tell you they're a super healthy and sweet relationship. Basically the best one, but the fandom doesn't almost make content of them which sucks ass 🥲

Stan x Richie (idk the ship name 😭): 8/10 YES. I remember having crushed on Stan for So Much Time. Like. Not as much time as crushing on Eds (nor that big of a crush) but almost there. Stan is just so pretty ok XD

Bike: 2/10 2 points just because of the ship name, Mikey is aroace and I'll die on that hill<3

Bill x Eddie: 5/10 If we're talking about the book? Fuck yeah. If we're talking about the movies? Fuck no.

Bichie: 10/10 This is just because of my half-requited crush on Belle. Literally just because of that. I don't even make/read content of it. I've just been crushing on her for like 9 months that's the entire reason for this ship 😭

Connor x Richie: 0/10 No. Nothing else to say. Connor, at least in my exomemories, was a fucking ass and doesn't deserve me<3

Poly Losers Club: 1/10 We're Friends, poly feels weird 😭 how would even a polycule of Seven people work??😭 (no offense to people who are in polycules just. too many people with too many different sexualities. i can't see it XD) I'll still admit, I've consumed content of it just because I couldn't find what I was looking for in the other ships' tags TwT

Platonic Beverly x Richie: 100/10 PLATONIC, romantic would be weird af but PLATONICALLY dating Bev is awesome she's the best<3 (If anyone's curious, yes I'm platonically married to our system's Bev XD)

If y'all wanna see my opinions on any other ship, just ask! Or on anything else tbh, I love rambling about my source XD

[hisbreathcatches]

reddie fanfic recs !

one shots !

i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me - rowen_trash

𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

or, your everyday kissing-in-the-rain-fix-it fic

Eddie’s Favorites - LithiumStew

Eddie has some favorite things about Richie, and they cuddle.

Meeting of Lovers - DumpsterBeagle

Richie and Eddie meet for the first time- mostly due to Mike Hanlon. (a royalty au.)

The Kids Aren't Alright - Eleventhewizard

When Nancy Wheeler hears about seven kids in Derry, Maine, who claim to have experiences with the supernatural, she just has to talk to them. She goes, with her friends and family, to see what's going on. There's two Mikes, two Eddies (BECAUSE NEITHER OF THEM DIE), and Will and Eddie K have a lot in common, apparently.

i dont bite - the_cleriic

the losers are having a sleepover, they’re all super tired. one thing leads to another.

Follow Your Heart 'Til it Bleeds - teej_318

Will and Richie spend the summer bonding over their feelings for their friends Mike and Eddie. Robin gives them some much-needed advice when they hang out at Scoops Ahoy.

Rain falls just as I do for you - reddietapes

See, Richie Tozier had this sort of “Dirty Secret.” It wasn’t that Dirty, no, it was innocent. Really, it was! He might let his mind run wild but he was a teenage boy and it was only his curiosity that made him say the things he did. That and that he wanted to hide who he really was. But he’d never once thought of Eddie the way he thought about the girls on the magazines he’d ‘borrowed’. He didn’t think about the girls at all, that was the issue.

You in My Sweater - Lil_Lizard_Leah

Five times Eddie wore Richie's clothes, and the slow progression of their love.

I'm talking head first heavy baby, cellar dive - DumpsterBeagle

Richie loses his glasses. Things get confusing for Eddie.

say what you mean (out loud) - Redburn

Richie can’t help it when something heavy refuses to leave his stomach, something relentless and daunting. He looks at Eddie and can’t help but want, can’t help but need, watching this boy watch the stars and thinking he would be happy to spend the rest of his life just like this, right here standing next to him.   Or, Richie realizes he likes Eddie and promptly goes through the five stages of grief.

sweet as cherry wine - pearlshop

“Can I come in?” Eddie asks, teeth chattering. 

He’s soaked to the bone, a cornflower blue polo clinging to his small shoulders. It’s the only thing he’s wearing besides a pair of khakis that are also soaked through.

Richie is suddenly very sober.

“Eds?”

or:

Eddie leaves Myra and shows up at Richie's door.

Skittles and Soulmates - qarlgrimes

When both you and your soulmate are sixteen, you're unable to lie to one another. When Richie presses his forehead to Eddie’s and asks, ‘Do you really hate it when I call you Ed’s?’ Eddie lets out an annoyed breath and grumbles out, ‘…No’.

uncompleted / in progress !

Bad Reputation - orphan_account

Eddie is the new kid at Derry High and Richie takes a

particular interest in him. Eddie is wary of him because he stands for everything his mom warns him against.

Aka Richie is a bad boy and he enjoys toying with the new boy, Eddie.

a loserparty groupchat - heydorothea18

Mike refuses to tell Richie anything about his friends. Naturally, this is an issue because Richie feels the need to make his cousin's life torture. After a thorough Instagram stalking (with Bev's help), a group chat is created.

the wind knows - the_cleriic

Richie, Eddie, Bill and Stan have been assigned a group project for school. But the stress of the project leads them all to something bigger.

Pink Petal Love - tr4shmoutht0zier

Richie couldn’t remember a day in which he didn’t have Eddie in his life. A day that Eddie didn’t plague his thoughts. Looking back, Richie had probably always been in love with Eddie, just never realised it. Or more correctly, refused to acknowledge it.

Now it was impossible to just toss this to the side. The petal made sure of it.

OR

A hanahaki fic because it’s an underrated trope.

multi-chapter (completed) !

none yet :)

ill add more as i read more ! if your fanfic is in here and you want it removed, just comment/dm me. :)

also keep in mind that if you reblog this, any updates i add after that won’t show up on your reblog. if you want to see if i added more fics just go to the original post !

last updated 11/7

[l393ndjean]

Welcome to My Blog Earthlings

Sup! This is a formal introduction to my blog. It's probably the only formal thing here.

My online/pen name is Jean Danika Cresswell, but ya know, Jean's fine. I'm on a bunch of other sites, basically if they have the same user name and profile pic, it's me tho. (Ao3)

Wanna hear the podcast I manage and edit? Of course you do! Follow @thethreematchsticks for more info!

She/Her/They/idrc

I'm Bisexual and annoying. That's a deadly combination. Apparently I'm agender too. Welp, that explains a fuckton.

I live in Australia and my favourite pastime is to mock how Americans stereotype Aussies.

My current fandoms are:

STRANGER THINGS

IT 2017

The Osemanverse

I Am Not Okay With This

Pixar

Percy Jackson (I've only read the main series)

The Hunger Games (not TBOSAS)

if there's harry potter stuff on my blog it's because I was a major Harry Potter kid. I can't be assed to change this entire post so count this as a disclaimer that I DO NOT SUPPORT JK ROWLING OR ANY OF HER WILDY WRONG VIEWS.

@red-in-revenge is my tumblr shit little cousin and I reblog about 90% of their posts. They are my favourite mutual, I'm sorry everyone else. 💕

@dailydoseofdumb is my actual real life cousin who i basically forced to get tumblr. He's like the Steve to my Robin but also the Mike to my Max. @twissty4 is my mum, or more accurately, me using mum's blog. She only has tumblr so she can follow my au blog @byler-makemewanttobelieveitsokay

My tags are:

the au: #mmwtbio #make me want to believe it's okay

me talking a lot: #jean rants

things i really like: #jean's favourites

My blog has absolutely no theme.

My Ships are:

Byler

Lumax/elumax/elmax

Stenbrough

Reddie

Narlie

Imogen x Sahar

Tarcy

Taoelle

Bicci

Wenclair

solangelo

My Brotps:

Mike and Max (Madwheeler)

Robin and Steve

Mike and El

Lucas and Will

Dustin and Mike

Richie and Stan

Aled and Frances

Charlie and Aled

They're Siblings your honour

Will and El

Steve and Dustin

me and @dailydoseofdumb

I don't care if they're romantic or platonic

Henderhop

Elmax

Ronance

Notp

Romantic Mileven

Anthing that involves Billy Hargrove

Bro if you just read all that have a drink. OF WATER NOT ALCOHOL THAT SHIT'S BAD FOR YOU.

[sunshinereddie]

hi bestie! <33

long time no talk! I’ve been fully immersed in ST these past few months (still making art like crazy) but I just found this song again and the vision was so clear. so without further ado, another episode of heartie’s reddie song recommendations :,) <3

I can’t get the idea of the losers at prom together out of my head. I’m imagining that they all managed to say together until senior year.

I can see them so clearly, getting dressed up to the nines and posing for photos together.

they’re all going stag but the boys each take turns taking the classic prom pics with Bev, and then with each other.

Richie convinces them to be his “date” in all the pictures, even Mike who had just surpassed Richie in height by about two inches. he puts his head on Mike’s shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist with a stupidly adoring expression (and if Mike keeps it in his wallet for 22 years? that’s nobodies business but his own).

all the boys buy Bev a corsage because they didn’t communicate with each other and decide who was going to do it. she ends up wearing all of them anyway, half on one arm and half on the other.

despite his best efforts, Richie isn’t able to sneak any alcohol into the venue. it’s Bill who surprises them with a flask. his charm and good reputation made him the least likely perpetrator of smuggling alcohol and therefore avoided an inspection.

Bill and Ben spend so much time overthinking that they didn’t ask Bev to dance. Richie steals her away for half the night to do just that, albeit rather badly. lacing their fingers together, he jumps around the dance floor with her, spinning and dipping her an obscene amount of times. their cackling laughter sometimes heard over the noise that is top 40 pop songs.

when the music slows down and the lights dim, the rest of the boys take a seat while Bev dances with Stan. he’d called the first slow dance at the beginning of the night, insisting that Bev get a proper dance with someone who actually knew how.

Stan passes her off to Eddie next who spends half the time looking unsubtly at Richie. she gently teases him before sending him back to Richie with a big wet kiss on his cheek. the kiss mark she leaves behind makes his face so red you could hardly make it out.

Ben finally gets the courage to ask her to dance, which she accepts immediately. he’s red from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck. she spins him and attempts to give him a small dip to loosen him up. it works, they spin and sway and laugh well into a second song.

they call Prom quits after the music picks back up for a second wave of 80s synth pop. they all pile into Mike’s truck, ties loose and hair ruined. they pass the flask around and try not to spill as Mike hits another pothole.

its cold in the bed, no walls to keep the wind from wrapping around their slender frames. they’d given Bev the only blanket, seeing as she was in only a dress. Eddie is very noticeably shivering but attempting to keep it hidden. Richie just laughs and drapes his very ill fitting tuxedo jacket over his shoulders, setting Eddie’s face alight.

they arrive at the cliff over the quarry, the sky is clear and crickets are chirping softly into the mild night air. Mike keeps the truck on and let’s the radio play. they make their way to the rocks near the edge and sit down, wrinkles and dirt be damned, prom was over anyhow.

looking out over the water, the night feels infinite. stars gleam in the sky and reflect on the quarry. here they are, in between two never ending galaxies. they’ll never be as young as they are now. they’ll never be as carefree as they are now. they might not ever be together like this again. but for tonight, anything is possible, and everything is okay.

the flask makes it’s way around the circle again, (aside from mike, who dubbed himself the designated driver) and then cigarettes. the ribbons of smoke dancing in the air and meeting each other. a peace settles over the group and conversations of nostalgia and memories spill from their mouths as freely as the smoke.

the opening chords of forever young start playing gently from the truck and a hush falls over them. they share bittersweet smiles and hum along. Ben asks Bev to dance again, more sure of himself this time. the blush that stains her cheeks make her freckles standout under the light of the moon. she accepts his hand and follows him over to the truck, a blinding smile gracing her features.

Eddie looks over at Richie, who’s smiling gently at the pair, and nudges his knee with his own. Richie turns to him with a smile and Eddie can hardly contain the feeling in his chest. his glasses are slightly askew and his hair is a mess but he looks so charming with his shirt sleeves pushed up haphazardly and tie tugged loose, top button undone.

the question is out of his mouth before he can think better of it, “do you want to dance?” the mortification is instantaneous. he flushes from head to toe and his eyes go as big as saucers. immediately he attempts to backtrack, “I uh- I mean- like just as a question like- I just-“

Richie, for his part, is not faring much better. he’s also red in the face, heat blooming in his cheeks before snaking it’s way from the base of his throat to his hairline. the smile he’d been wearing gave away to a shocked little O shape. he didn’t even have time to formulate a response before Stan called over to them, “yes, yes he does!”

both of their heads swivel in sync to stare at Stan. he looks back with a shit eating grin, arms crossed over his chest in satisfaction. Mike and Bill fail to hide their snickering behind their hands, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

if they’d been red before, it was nothing compared to the shade of scarlet they were now. Eddie turns slightly towards Richie, hoping to gauge his reaction. he finds himself nose to nose with Richie, eyes still blown wide and lips parted in surprise. they jump back slightly but end up giggling at their own ridiculousness.

Richie then stands, extending his hand to Eddie with a small smile. “I’d love to dance Eddie Spaghetti.” Eddie finds himself returning the smile and accepting his hand. they make their way over to the truck, a few feet away from Bev and Ben who are too enamored with each other to spare them any more than a glance.

Eddie’s hesitance is clear when his hands stay suspended in the air, hovering around Richie’s waist. he can’t help the little huff of laughter that leaves his mouth as he redirects Eddie’s hands to his shoulders and his own to his waist. color still stains Eddie’s cheeks even as he starts to relax under Richie’s touch.

Richie takes a step towards Eddie, closing the distance them, leaning his head down to rest on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie follows his lead and leans in close as well, his cheek pressed just above Richie’s collarbone, nose brushing against the hallow of his throat.

gently they begin to sway as the song bleeds into some other sappy love song. it’s cheesy, but between the sounds of crickets and the idle chatter of Bill, Stan, and Mike, everything is perfect.

college would scatter them across the country and career ambitions may keep them that way, but tonight they’re all together. tonight they’re just a group of best friends enjoying the night air. tonight they are limitless.

-

I hope you enjoyed my rambling thoughts because even I am surprised by the length of this. ;__;

I genuinely intended to write no more than like, the first three paragraphs of this and get out of here but the more I wrote the more I had to say :,)

anyway, I’ve missed you sunny! writing this down in your ask box is weirdly nostalgic :,) <3

- 🫀

*takes deep breath*

OK. WOW. heartie, this may be one of my most favourite things you’ve ever sent me. I. ADORE. THIS!!!!!

everything about this little fic, from the song inspo, to the prom setting (i am fucking RAVENOUS for anything losers club prom…. i mean if you couldnt already tell from puppy love ch1 dhajsbaka), the losers taking prom photos with each other, richie stealing bev away for the first dance (i can HEAR him teasing bill and ben with a “you snooze you loose!”) but stanley being the one to give her the first proper slow dance because he knows beverly deserves to “have a dance with someone who knows how” (SOBS AND SCREAMS AND CRIES), to them skipping out on the night early and just going to be with each other, where they’re all the most comfortable and where they all feel the most happy, to eddie being the one to ask richie to dance (and stan answering for richie!!! that was so adorable!!!) and them sharing a dance together, to that ending paragraph…… AUGH. TONIGHT THEY ARE LIMITESS. i think i’ll cry.

bestie you’ve really outdone yourself this time. this was absolutely lovely to read and i loved every word. im so happy to have you back in my inbox & sharing these stories with me <3

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

Fic Masterpost!

This is mostly for me I’m not going to lie to you guys

Non-It Fics:

Stranger Things:

A Complex Analysis on Why Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington Are Not a Couple: A Study by Dustin Henderson

Fem Dustin walks in on Ronance making out

One shot

StarKid:

(i swear) i will die trying

Ted Spankoffski POV during the plot of Nerdy Prudes Must Die

2 Chapters

Locked and Loaded (oh so devoted)

Steph shoots Pete at the end of NPMD, but she misses (...sorta)

TW gun shot injuries

In Progress

it's like hearing a ticking sound coming from unmarked packages (something isn't right here)

Basically a what if for if Tinky was Pete's 'imaginary friend' the way Webby is Hannah's

One Shot

slurpees are a love language (prove me wrong)

Fluffy lautski drabble

Date Idea: sharing slurpees so ur boyfriend doesn't pass out

One Shot for Lautski Week 2023 (prompt: blue)

unfortunately, it's not quite a fairy tale (at least, not the one you were expecting)

Lautski cinderella au (Cinderella Pete/Prince Charming Steph)

HEED THE TAGS PLEASE PLEASE FUCKING PLEASE

In Progress

It Fics:

Unfinished:

Forgotten Familiarity

Richie and Eddie find each other as adults without their memories of each other, fall in love, and get married. And then Mike calls.

It’s unfinished and always will be sorry, like the story is pretty much complete I just got overly optimistic where I should have ended it

Note to Self: Don't be Gay in Derry, Maine

Fem Reddie The Prom au

She’s also probably terminally unfinished

(like) Silence (but not really silence) is Infinity

Loose Matilda Ben au

Ben Centric

Optimistically in progress but who knows

we got the keys (the kingdom's ours)

Descendants au

In Progress (optimistically but like y'know-)

whats found in the palace gardens, as seen through silver-framed eyeglasses 

Richie Cinderella au (reddie)

In Progress

the real world is where the monsters are

Camp Halfblood au

In Progress

Completed Works:

I Know Your Secret. Your Furry Little Secret.

Werewolf Richie au

3 chapters

Life (even infinite) Still Must Have Life In It

Time Traveler Stan and Eddie and Immortal Richie au (Streddie)

1 chapter but it’s LONG

so we took it in turns, and to my surprise, we found my words

Richie loose little mermaid au but like only the losing her voice part

Another fic with 1 very very long chapter

Family Road Trip

Eddie and the Neibolt Kids road trip from Derry to California so she can kiss Richie

4 chapters

One Shots:

Living on the Dance Floor

Stan and Richie were on dance moms as children au

i'm sorry. iloveyou.

Richie’s dead, it’s Eddie’s fault, and she doesn’t know how to deal with it it.

Super Hero Losers Club with powerless tech guy Richie au

This ones.... sad y’all

Radio City Presents: Middle Aged Lesbians Learning to Love

Canon divergence where Eddie lives, Richie has chronic pain, and they love each other a whole lot.

Merry (Fucking) Christmas, 1992 (1995)

Christmas themed Reverse Reddie au

A universe where Georgie Denbrough forgets his rain boots

Canon divergence where Georgie lives and Bill raises her little brother, until she forgets she has one

this one is also! sad!

Eddie Kaspbrak Vs. The Olympic Level Asshole

Olympic figure skater Richie and ice hockey team manager Eddie au

Calculated Gambles

Richie takes the hit for Eddie, but she survives. Now Eddie’s waiting for her to wake up in her hospital room.

Something Is Wrong With Richie

Richie stops talking. The Losers want to know why.

Basically my hot take on how Fem Richie having ADHD affects her differently than a male Richie having ADHD

This one is not well written I'm ngl

Tumblr Only One Shots:

Cheerleader Richie au

Only BESTIES get tortured in a lab together (Platonic Stozier) (also like really really sad)

Dracula au (this one is sort of a glorified head canon post)

Sad Internalized Fatphobia Ben One Shot

Emotober One Shots:

Otherwise known as that once scene from Spy Kids 3-D: Game Over

Prompt: Collapse, "Why do you even care?"

Reddie

Otherwise known as kissing is gross and Queer Eye is a decent backing track to a breakdown

Prompt: Fears, “I know what you need”

Tumblr Only

Reddie

Otherwise known as Dear Miss Michelle Hanlon it is my sincerest pleasure to accept you into the Derry, Maine school of being miserable, graduating class of 2019

Prompt: History, “I quit.”

This ones a sad one y’all

Otherwise known as this anniversary dinner is sponsored by: a shady black market love potion

Prompt: Disaster Date, "I never had a choice."

Another sad one with very creepy Connor Bowers 

Otherwise known as some conversations are worst had on a fire escape drunk at three in the morning

Prompt: Insecurity, “We are not having this conversation.”

Implied Poly Losers, mostly Ben/Stan

Otherwise known as Ben has a nightmare

Prompt: Nightmare, “It’s not enough anymore.”

Poly Losers and posted ten months after October lol

Otherwise known as this anniversary dinner has been interrupted to bring you: the angriest Eddie Kaspbrak the world has ever seen

Prompt: Aftermath, “So it was all a lie.”

Follow up to shady black market love potion

also posted like a year after the rest fhjkl

[mothmanhamlet]

kiss me!

fandom: It (mainly the 2017/19 movies even though at my heart i am a miniseries believer)

pairing: reddie

word count: 12k

summary:

The thing that spawned inside of his stomach felt like both an explosion and a pit at the same time, the way that a supernova creates a black hole. He felt like there was one of those just underneath his ribcage as he realized two things in rapid succession.

One: he really wanted to kiss Eddie.

Two: he was, under no circumstances, allowed to kiss Eddie.

OR

five times richie almost kisses eddie and one time... something else happens

Its been 10 million years and i finally wrote a fic! read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45024529

preview under the cut

5 (age 6)

It was the first day of school and a kid was sitting by himself on the bench next to the swing. Which, obviously, made no sense to Richie.

He was at the top of the slide when he noticed, eyes catching him just before he could push himself down. He was small, even compared to Richie who was already short for his age. He looked tidier than any of the other kids, his bright blue shirt crisp and his khaki shorts unwrinkled. Richie’s mom would have loved him, she was always getting on his case about how dirty his clothes were.

The strangest part was that he wasn’t even crying or anything. Khaki-boy’s face was completely blank, unlike any of the other kids who had sobbed at the disappearance of their parents that morning. He could understand that. If he wasn’t so tough he maybe would have shed a tear himself.

It seemed stupid to Richie, as he sped down the hot metal slide. Why would you choose to be bored? Didn’t he have friends to be playing with?

It then occurred to Richie that he might not have friends to play with.

And, well, he wasn’t going to let that happen. His parents always told him that if a kid looked lonely, he should go up and talk to them and make friends. He hadn’t really ever had to make friends, seeing as his mom was friends with Stan’s mom and Bill came as a package deal with Stan once they started preschool. That was still two more friends than this kid seemed to have, which made him the expert. He figured he could probably wing it.

As confidently as he could, he walked up to the kid. He looked up, face scrunched in suspicion, as Richie approached. He held out his hand for a handshake, the polite way his dad always did.

“Do you want to play dinosaurs with me?”

The kid scoffed at him.

“No.”

Richie was incredibly offended.

“What? Why not?” The kid glared at him.

“Because you’re gross,” the kid explained, like Richie was a dumb two year old, “my mom said that all the other kids had nasty diseases and I should stay away from you.”

This was shocking. Richie had never been so slandered in his whole entire life.

“I am not gross!” Richie protested, folding his arms up, “Maybe all the other kids are, but I’m not! Bill and Stan aren’t gross either!”

“Are too,” the kid countered, “I saw you eating glue earlier.”

And, ok, he did eat glue. But he was a scientist! He had to know what it tasted like! For science! He decided then and there he had to get back at him. He couldn’t let this stand!

“Fine,” Richie said, hatching a devious little device, “you’re right. I do have a bunch of diseases. You know what I have? Cooties. And I am going to give them. All. To. You.”

Richie pointed his finger at the kid to emphasize his point. He looked confused but recoiled all the same.

“What are cooties?” The kid asked, sounding like Richie had just served him a huge plate of broccoli.

“I just told you! It’s a disease!” Richie inched closer to him, crowding him into the bench, “Do you wanna know how you get it?”

The kid looked disgusted, but now a little bit scared. He whipped his arm away from where Richie was almost touching it on the bench. Shakily, he nodded.

“Kissing!” Richie threatened gleefully. A look of utmost horror dawned on the kid’s face.

Richie leaned in and the kid screeched before he could even get close.

[calamity-bean]

shopping list for my ideal fic

[datingdonovan]

Stozier can never compare to Reddie, just sayin'..

indeed, it is not movie canon, so it’s hard to compare seeing as it is not as easily transferrable into shipping fodder, because it does not have nearly the same amount of intense charged and obviously romantic scene--

[record scratch]

oh wait........ it DOES.

[parkshuppy]

Stan didn't go back to Derry, but he didn't die, either. He has a lot of leftover guilt to deal with, but luckily he has the best wife in the world and six of his closest friends to help him out.

(listen i know there are a bunch of quality fics about the Losers going on holiday together post chap 2, but I wanted to write about Stan getting to live and love his wife and his friends like he should have, so this beach house fic happened.)

[strawberryaziraphale]

reddie + babysitting

“You’re doing it again.”

Richie reluctantly tore his gaze away from the captivating sight of Eddie’s mid-morning yoga session in the middle of their lounge, to his goddaughter, Rose Hanscom. She was looking at him knowingly, tapping her colouring pencil against her chin. Richie shrugged, feigning innocence.

“What?”

“You’re staring at Uncle Eddie.”

Richie spluttered in protest, lowering his voice so that Eddie wouldn’t overhear them, “no, I’m not. I was...daydreaming.”

“It’s okay,” Rose said understandingly, looking back at her colouring. She poked her tongue out in concentration, her pencil moving rapidly across the page, “I get it. You love him.”

Sometimes, most of the time, Richie really wished Rose was a lot less like her mother. He couldn’t think of anything to say in response so he just shushed her, gesturing for her to keep it down. Rose just raised her eyebrows.

“Why? Is it a secret? Because it’s not a very good one.”

Richie wanted nothing more for this conversation to be over, especially since Eddie was finishing his yoga and was about to join them in the kitchen. He ignored Rose in favour of retrieving one of Eddie’s disgustingly healthy smoothies, handing it to his friend.

“Feeling better, Eds?”

Nodding, Eddie swigged at his smoothie, “it still hurts a little but I’m getting better. It’s doing wonders for my muscle strength.”

“You wanna go grab something to eat?”

Rose’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, chiming in excitedly, “yeah! Please, Uncle Eddie!”

“Yeah, sure, just let me go shower.” he finished his smoothie, high-fiving the young girl as he walked away. As he reached the door to the bathroom, he heard Richie call after him.

“If you need someone to scrub your back, I’m your guy.”

Richie chuckled as Eddie flipped him off before he disappeared for his shower. He could sense Rose watching him and Richie didn’t need to look at her to know she had that smile on her face. Bev’s smile. Fuck it. He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“Shit, it’s that obvious, huh?”

“Yep.”

"Does Eddie know?” Richie asked, panicked. If Eddie knew it would be the end of his life. He’d have to move out, find a new place, a new group of friends. They’d never see each other again. All because of Richie’s dumb fucking feelings. However, Rose just shook her head.

“Nope. Don’t worry, he’s an idiot, too.”

Richie was too busy basking in his relief to properly focus on what exactly Rose meant.

-

“’And they lived happily ever after. The End.’” Eddie closed the book, smiling down at Rose. She was clutching her teddy bear, looking very much wide awake despite the bedtime story.

“It always ends happily ever after.”

Eddie laughed, folding his arms, “well, yeah. What do you expect?”

Rose shrugged, fiddling with her teddy bear. She silent for a few minutes before she added nonchalantly, “Uncle Richie looked good today. He bought a new shirt...”

"He did,” Eddie nodded in agreement, tucking Rose in gently, “it really brought out his eyes.”

"Mmm. He makes you laugh.”

Eddie lay beside Rose smiling softly, “yeah.”

“Is that why you love him?”

Eddie stared at her for a moment before sighing, shaking his head slowly, “that’s just one of about a million reasons.”

“Why aren’t you together?” Rose asked innocently, blinking her large eyes sweetly. She looked so much like Ben he found it hard to lie to the poor little thing. He shrugged, sitting upright.

“It’s complicated,” Eddie finally said, pressing a kiss to his goddaughter’s hair “but I figure if he wanted to, we’d be together. Get some sleep. Mommy and Daddy will be back tomorrow.”

"Hmm” Rose huffed, throwing his head against her pillow in frustration, “why don’t adults fudging talk to each other?”

She rolled over, facing away from him, making it abundantly clear the conversation was over. Eddie was just confused but didn’t say anything else; he switched on her night light and backed out of the room.

“What are you feeling: Final Destination or Grease 2?” Richie flicked through the options, “but if you want to watch something more Pixar-ish, I won’t be held responsible for my emotions,” when Eddie didn’t respond, Richie peered over the back of the couch, noticing the confused expression on his friend’s face, “what’s up?”

"I like you.”

Richie raised an eyebrow, smirking, “I like you, too, bud. Don’t tell Stan, though. He still thinks he’s my favourite.”

“No,” Eddie rounded the couch and sat beside Richie, picking up the glass of wine waiting for him and taking a large gulp. He was going to need it, “I really like you. I like your dumb shirts and your stupid jokes. I can’t stop thinking about your idiot face and how good you make me feel. I just love your dumbass self so much.”

Richie was silent for a moment as Eddie caught his breath, downing yet more wine. He pushed his glasses into place, taking a careful sip of his own wine. After what felt like an age, he smirked cheekily, “how does you declaring your love for me still sound like an insult?”

“That’s all you have to say?” Eddie lightly shoved Richie, pretending to pout as the idiot guffawed to himself, “fuck you.”

“Hey, if you can’t see how ridiculously in love with you I am, that’s on you,” Richie said, raising his hands in surrender. He was still laughing slightly despite the fact his dreams were coming true right in front of him, “I’ve been informed I wasn’t subtle.”

“We’re both a little at fault here,” Eddie admitted, settling on the sofa next to Richie. A few moments of awkward silence passed, both of them stealing glances at the other person. Finally, Eddie had the nerve to ask the question on both of their minds, “so, now what?”

“Well,” Richie shuffled closer, reaching out to hold Eddie’s hand in his just because he could. He looked down at their hands, smiling, “we’re going to do this properly, Eds. I’m going to take you out on a date. I’m going to treat you exactly how you should be treated.”

Unable to resist, Eddie leaned over and kissed Richie like he’d wanted to ever since he was thirteen. When they finally separated, Richie was a flustered mess much to Eddie’s happiness. He snuggled closer, resting his head on Richie’s shoulder. Grease 2 played on their TV and Richie wound his arm protectively around Eddie’s shoulder. He was the happiest he’d ever been.

-

The following morning, Rose rolled out of bed and grumpily stomped out of her room. She’d vowed to herself last night after Eddie had left that she was going to sit them down and mash their faces together if she had to. When she reached the kitchen, however, she quickly realised it wouldn’t be necessary.

Her godfathers hastily stopped making out but were not quick enough to separate completely, their hands were still clasped. Uncle Eddie was blushing whilst Uncle Richie looked like the cat who got the cream. Rose looked between them before a massive grin spread across her face.

“Thank GOD,” she dramatically fell into a chair, arms spread and head thrown back as she let out a long sigh, “I’m exhausted.”

[baguettehead]

Quarry days

Stan Uris x they/them reader

warnings: some curse words, richie tozer, lil bit of angst, possibly based off of real situations, lil bit of Reddie ;)

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for the brown eyes and mop of curly hair, the voice that made you melt like a Popsicle, but what if you added in scheming friends, darkness, missing gas, and maybe a turtle.

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   You had known the losers since 6th grade. That was the year your parents decided to make the move from Michigan to Derry, Main. You moved around a lot, and you weren’t even an army brat, your parents just seemed to enjoy hopping from place to place. Your parents owned their own business, all the work was mostly online so it was pretty easy to just up and leave. You were born in Washington state, lived their for a while, then you lived in California for a few years, Colorado for a singular year, Michigan, and now the shithole that is Derry, Maine.

    You had no idea why your parents chose Derry, there really wasn’t much here. A few nice shops, a pretty decent arcade, old people with sticks up their butts, and what you thought to be a normal group of neighborhood bullies.

    When you moved to Derry you had no one, and at this point you didn’t care enough to try and make friends, you didn’t know if you were staying long. After an tantalizingly long day of being forcefully introduced to classmates and eating lunch alone, in the library, you honestly just wanted a nap.

  Leaving the school you were suddenly pushed into the wall next to you, your bag thrown off your shoulder, and coming face to face with the wonderful scent of vodka and utter shit. Must be Bowers. He held you by the shoulder of your shirt with his right hand and with his left he put his forearm on your neck, effectively trapping you to the wall

  This was your first encounter with the infamous gang, but you’d heard about them from the few conversations you’d had with kids in classes and passing periods. Let’s just say, he was as disgusting as you’d heard. Has he ever tried a toothbrush before??

  “Look at this” he spoke, looking back to his gang of douchbags “Fresh meat” his goons laughed a little while you just rolled your eyes, you’d dealt with your fare share of bullies and asshats that you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore

 “look” you said in an exasperated sigh “i don’t have cash, my mom packs my lunch”

  “well then” Bowers said “you’ll just have to pay me in another way darling” a disgusting grin overtook his face and his goons began laugh and cheer like they just took a shit on the toilet for the first time

  “i’m good” you spoke calmly as you attempted to leave his grasp. Bowers just stared down at you confused for a second before he snapped back into action and held you a little tighter

 “it wasn’t a question” he seethed through closed teeth

 “and i wasn’t giving a suggestion dipshit”

 Henry’s jaw tightened and you could practically see the anger bubbling inside him while his group of misfit toys got real quite

“now listen here you little bit-”

“no you listen asshole” you cut him off  “i don’t have time to deal with insecure little boys who didn’t get mommy’s attention as a child and now take it out on all those around him” you spoke quickly faking a pout and slowly worming your way out of his grip “your just some stuck up prick who relishes in the hurt of others because you are so hurt that your deranged little brain finds pleasure making other miserable so that you can fake happiness. News flash, hurting others won’t make you happy, you’ll always be an attention deprived, whiny ass child who probably won’t live past their 30′s, will definitely have a substance abuse issue, and even as a 15 year old attempts to drown his sorrows in vodka and punching kids smaller than him for fun” you finished your little rant, taking in a short breath “now” you continued, marveling at the befuddled looks on all their faces “i have a can of pepper spray in my back pocket and if one of you little rascal looking ass children comes any closer i’ll mace you in the face. Got it”

 As soon as you finished you slipped from his grasp and starting running like hell towards your house. You could hear him screaming profanities, and you knew you were now on his hit list, but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to give a shit.

 Once you knew you were far enough, you knew he wouldn’t follow you but didn’t want to risk it, you sat on the curb to catch your breath. Almost immediately you saw 4 bikes coming around the corner, the occupants stopping in front of you and throwing their bikes down.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS INCREDIBLE”  the one with coke bottle glasses screamed at you practically screamed at you, you returned a weak smile

“H-h-he’s gonna f-f-fu-fucking kill you” another rushed out

 You shrugged your shoulders “ive got a at least a few days” you told them “i wounded his masculinity, gotta build that back up” you muttered

 “I can’t believe you did that” the one with the fanny pack stated as he started to pace in front of you “i mean, now bowers and his whole gang are gonna be on your ass” he stopped in front of you and made direct eye contact “your gonna have to watch for him at all times” he deadpanned and you grimaced a little bit

“don’t worry” coke bottle glasses spoke up again “bowers is always on our asses so we can show you the best place to avoid him”

 “a-and the hallways to a-a-avoid h-him” the dirty blonde spoke up

you smiled up at them “i’d actually quite like that”

“Then welcome to the losers club y/n” the forth boy spoke up as he held his hand out for you, the one with curly hair and amazing eyes. You had him in two of classes and he always seems to catch your eye. You took his hand and he helped you off the curb before they gave you their unofficial, official, tour of the town.

 After that you were practically glued to the four boys, you did everything with them now. And if it wasn’t all of them, you were with at east one practically at all times.

You told them about your moving adventures, even opening up about your constant fear that your parents are gonna pack up and leave forcing you to leave them, and earning Richie’s nickname for you Cali. For some reason Richie couldn’t seem to let go of the fact that you lived in California, asking questions about it whenever there was downtime, and telling you about his dream of living there one day and making it big. You always told him that he could do it, because you truly believed he could.

Soon Bev, Mike, and Ben joined the group, making it 8. You gained your ‘secret’ clubhouse, and Bill, Mike, Stan, and Richie all got their licences.

 Now its junior year, you’ve made it almost 5 years in Derry, and you’ve gained the closed friends you’ve ever had

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“You guys wanna go to the quarry after school?” Richie asked, his mouth half full of turkey sandwich and pretty much yelling over all the noise in the cafeteria. You shuddered and watched as Eddie slapped his shoulder and scolded him for talking with his mouth open, Rich pouting like a child. You loved watching them, a knowing smile on your face.  

 “sounds like fun” Bev voiced “y/n and i just went swimsuit shopping and they looked killer in their suit” she smirked at you from down the table while you blushed and rolled your eyes

“i mean i’d prefer to see the suit on the floor but whatever your comfortable with” Richie commented

you threw a baby carrot at his face, which he caught in his mouth promoting cheers from the others and for you to dissolve into laughter

“i is s-s-s-supposed to be like n-n-ninety degrees today” Bill added in

“oh fuck that” you groaned as you lent your head on stand shoulder next you and continued munching on your carrots, missing how he smiled down at you

“quarry it is!” Richie exclaimed before everyone else fell back into their conversations

“sooooo” you heard Stan draw out from above you, moving your head to look up at him but leaving it resting on his shoulder “will i get to see this new suit you apparently look amazing in?” he questioned while wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way. You simply laughed, shoving his shoulder and telling him to shut up.

You’ve had a crush on Stan since 7th grade. You always thought he was attractive, like REALLY attractive, but after getting to know him and spending time together you knew you were fucked.

Bev has tried convincing you that he likes you back but, something in your brain just can’t accept it. She’s gone on and on about how ‘different’ he acts around you, how hes “not such a stuck up prick, he like, actually kinda nice and soft”, her words exactly. But, that was just the Stan you knew, the one you always saw. Caring, kind, funny, and enjoyable.

Bill drove you and Bev to her house, where your suits where from the last time you slept over like 4 days ago, and then took you both to the quarry. Once you got there you saw all the other cars and heard splashing and screaming.

“Those assholes went without us” Bev cried as she ripped the car door open, bolting for the cliff and immediately jumping off. You and Bill just laughed and sat there for a moment.

“r-ready m’lady?” Bill asked as he left the car and extended a hand for you

laughing, you took his hand “Of course good sir”

Bill was already in his trunks so after the short walk up the hill he plunged into the water , full cannonball, soaking almost everyone except Mike who swam out of the way. You watched from the top, laughing as they splashed each other back and forth. Sometimes it was nice to just watch their antics and relish in the moment.

“you coming sweet cheeks” Richie yelled up to effectively drawing every ones attention you

You blushed at the sudden attention “Whatever Tozier” you yelled back before you began stripping down to your swim suit.

Unbeknownst to you at the top of the cliff, you had some effect on poor Stan down in the water. He sat with his eyes glued to you as you exposed more and more skin. He’s seen you in a swimsuit before, hell he’s even seen you in your panties, but every time it still manages to make his mouth go dry and eyes widen.

“They’ll catch you drooling if you stare too long” Richie quipped with a smirk

“Shut it Tozier” he murmured lowering into the water to hide his blush right as you jumped from the cliff.

The eight of you spent hours in the water. Chicken fights, splash wars, and Richie attempting to dunk you, Bill even found a turtle which he claimed meant good luck. You only got out of the water for a bit to dry off before leaving. You and Bev lie on the rocks to dry off and maybe tan, that was, before Mike carried a bucket of water over and splashed you both with started yet another splash war. You finally got out when the sun started to set. You sat around and talked, told stories, before you had to leave. You were all still pretty wet but you didn’t care.

Stan had offered you a ride earlier and you happily agreed, knowing you’d get some alone time with him and ice cream if you begged hard enough.

You layed back on the rocks, to watch the sunset and see the stars starting to pop out.

“alright were heading out” Richie suddenly said

 Mike had already left, taking Ben with him due to their stricter curfews. But Rich was taking Eddie and Bill Bev.

“What, why?” Stan said, narrowing his eyes as if he knew they were plotting something

“j-just tired is all” Bill replied casually before he began walking to his car

“bye” Eddie chimed in

“Bye Edds!” you called back

“wait why can she call you that” Rich argued walking side by side with Eddie

“cause i actually like them” He replied casually with a shrug

Richie just huffed and pouted like a child before Eddie nudged his shoulder and he was all smiley again

“See you at school” Bev called, sending a wink in your direction which you replied to with an eye roll

As they walked towards their cars and began to drive away Stan turned towards you “That was suspicious right?”

“completely” you replied climbing down from the rock you previously lied on

“Okay good, it wasn’t just me” he said with a sigh

You laughed a bit “But when are they not suspicious?”

“You got me there” he said before he leaned back on the rock behind him

You crawled over to sit next to him, laying your head on his shoulder and just admiring the sunset. You both sat like that for a while, surrounded by comfortable silence.

One thing about Derry was that no matter how hot the days were the nights seemed to always be freezing, accompanied by wind. You crossed your arms over yourself in hopes of generating more body heat.

“Are you cold” Stan asked taking notice of your shivering form

“Just a bit” you answered not wanting to ruin the comfortable bubble you’d found yourselves in

“i have a blanket in my car” he started to stand up only for you to groan and cling on to his arm. Laughing, he sat back down and you cuddled into his side.

“you’ll catch a cold babe come on” you blushed at the pet name and melted even further into his side when he started combing through your hair with his fingers. Noticing that you weren’t going to budge he huffed a bit, though, he didn’t want to move either.

“I’ll get you ice cream” he sighed

You bounced up with a goofy grin on your face, pulling his hand towards the car

“Lets not waste time” you started “i’m in critical condition, need creamed ice immediately” you feigned sick with a hand to your forehead and pouty eyes. He only laughed, getting up and heading to the car, his hand never leaving yours as you walked to the car.

“what the fuck” he muttered as you reached the car

Tucked under the windshield wiper of his car was a note that said ‘use protection’, clearly in Richies handwriting, and a roll of condoms

You blushed lightly, giggling a bit. Stan looked to with a puzzled expression on his face “i don’t know” you shrugged trying to prove your innocence.

“I don’t understand half the things he does” you comment as you climb into the passengers seat

“does anyone?” he questions with a laugh

Stan throws the note and condoms into the center console before starting up the car. Your bouncing in your seat, the anticipation of ice cream making you giddy and Stan laughs at that. Well, the car doesn’t start. Stan tried multiple times, clearly getting frustrated

“uh Stan” you try and grab his attention, it works, anytime you talk Stan always has his full attention on you. You point towards the gas meter, which displays empty.

 “I literally got fucking gas on the way here what the fuck” he exclaims as he gets out of the car, you follow. You see him stop and stare at the gas tank opening

“what?” you question before reaching the other side of the car and falling silent

Right below the gas tank, on the ground, lays a rubber pipe.

“Did they fucking siphon my gas?!” He yells

You stand there for a moment longer, staring at the gas lined pipe, before you break out into hysterical laughter. The pure kind that comes from the belly and leaves you gasping for air with side cramps

“its not funny” he yells

you try to talk but it just dissolves into more hysterics and soon enough Stan is laughing with you, your laugh is just contagious and your radiant smile that could light up the entire galaxy never fail to make him follow along.

After you both calm down, clutching your bellies, you break the silence

“so, what do we do now?” you look over to Stan who’s sitting next to you on the curb

“i guess i’ll call Rich and have him come pick us up” you nod

He stands up, pulling out his phone and calling Rich. You sort of zone out, guess you were more tired than you thought, but your brought back to earth by Stan yelling into the phone. All you could catch was

“what?! No! Hey no no no” and “Fucking asshole” as he ended the call. You new what was coming but you asked anyways

“so?”

“He said hes not coming” Stan sighed in defeat as he sat next to you and lied his head on your shoulder. Your hand immediately immersed itself in his hair, gently scratching his scalp and brushing through his curls. You sighed wondering how the fuck you were gonna get out of this one.

“what about Mike and Bill?” you questioned

“in on it” he sighed out and you hummed in response. You both sat there for a moment, in comfortable silence, trying to calm Stan down.

“did he say anything els-”

“do you like me?” Stan’s head rose from your shoulder, looking you in the eyes and cutting off your sentence. You felt your mouth go dry, eyes widening, cheeks getting hot and probably bright red.

“i- uh- well” you stuttered out, really having no clue how to answer that question

“I mean” he started, sighing and nervously running a hand through his head of wild curls “not in a …. friends way” he finished slowly, meeting your eyes

He had a blush of his own covering his cheeks and his marvelous brown eyes danced all over your face as if looking for the answer there. You sat there staring at him for what felt like forever, running over your choices. Just as the though of running away and joining the circus came into your mind you felt a surge of confidence and smashed your lips into his.

He tasted like mint, salt, and something you could only describe as Stan.

Your lips moved together perfectly, dancing around each other in the best dance you’d ever preformed. Teeth hitting teeth as the years of desperation and pining were finally put to a rest. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his lap to straddle him, as yours wound around his neck and wove into his hair.

You both pulled away panting. His lips barely leaving yours, still ghosting over them like a precursor for whats to come. You stared into his eyes, you could get lost in those brown orbs so easily, drowning hopelessly in their beauty and dying happily. Stan was the first to break the silence

“yes?” he questioned

you threw your head back and laughed heartily. The sight alone made him melt in your hands and the sound dug his grave. The brilliant smile you flashed him afterwards felt like the afterlife and when you leaned down to capture his lips one again he knew he was in heaven.

“yes” you breathed as you pulled away from him, as difficult as it was

Stan smiled so brightly and let out a little cheer before falling right back into your lips and kissing you more passionately than anyone ever has and you doubt anyone ever will. There you sat, Straddling Stanley Uris in an empty parking and kissing him until you were gasping for breath.

You pulled away from Stan, leaning your forehead on his, pressed into his chest, barely inches away. He leaned up and peppered your face in small kissing causing you to break into giggles.

“I love you y/n y/l/n” he spoke softly into the night air

You stared into his chocolate eyes, in complete euphoria

“I love you too Stanley Uris” you told him with the most confidence you have ever had in a statement.