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Forever and Never

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this series ❤️ I’ve had so much fun writing this and am very proud of and excited for it, I can’t wait to see how people react to this. Um I know there are plenty of warnings for a first chapter, but I promise it’s not as depressing as it sounds. It’s just that this story can deal with heavy stuff sometimes, so I just wanna let you know that. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of marijuana, death, sexual assault and mental illness

Word Count: 3194

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One: Hi, My Name Is

“So, what was your time in Pennsylvania like?”

“Uh… I’d have to say it was the best… and worst time of my life.”

“Best and worst, huh? Would you like to elaborate?”

“Well, I, uh… I mean, I don’t really know how to, like… explain it. It’s a lot. I don’t even know where to begin… Or how I would even word it or anything.”

“Well, you told me you like television and movies, right? You know those shows and movies where the main character tells the plot as, like, their life story? Maybe you could try that.”

“You aren’t… You aren’t serious, are you?”

“You’ll know when I’m joking, trust me.”

“Oh… Okay, then. Well, um…”

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Hi? My name is… (Y/N)? This is my life story, I guess.

So, if we’re going to talk about my life in Pennsylvania, we’re going to have to start with my life in Kansas, first. I had two loving parents that soon turned into one at the too-young age of nine years, when my mom died. I remember her as one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known. She had this way about her that was so carefree, yet she gave a shit about everything. You could never pin a thought to her because she never let you in on what was bouncing around in her head. She was stubborn and patient and lively. I miss her so much. I don’t usually think about her unless it’s a particularly hectic day, which I then resort to talking to the ring I wear on my left pinky finger at all times. Wasn’t anything special, just some cheap ring with a little emerald inside she found at a thrift store. It used to be hers and she’d wear it on the exact same finger. My dad said she’d want me to have it.

My dad is my favorite person. He isn’t the most… present, though. His mind is never set in one place, always racing with hundreds of unrelated thoughts. It’s why when you finally drag him back into reality, he can’t repeat a single sentence spoken to him. Regardless, he’s all I had for a long time. I never really learned what he does for a living, but I just know that it forces him to leave town sometimes. Well, more like all the time. Before my mom died, it was easy for him to leave for weeks on end, but when he became my only guardian, he didn’t really know what to do with me. It was like he completely forgot how to take care of a child, his child. When I turned twelve, that was when he started travelling again. I would then be home by myself for a month to eight weeks. In these times, I had no choice but to learn to cook for myself, go grocery shopping and housekeep. I became pretty independent at a young age. It wasn’t like Dad left me totally alone, though. He would call every two or three days and he sent me two hundred dollars every two weeks. Like I said, I don’t know what my dad did, but he was definitely getting paid. At the end of eighth grade, Dad had a particularly long trip to go on, so he sent me to Pennsylvania, where his sister lived.

Pennsylvania was partially the best part of my life because of my family. My Aunt Pam was like a second mother to me. She was never able to have another child after my cousin Jacob and she’s always wanted a daughter of her own, so that’s what I was to her. The daughter she could never have. I’d often find her staring at me with a bittersweet smile on her face, watching my every move with a sense of pride, but when I’d ask her what was wrong she’d only brush it off as her admiring me. My Uncle David didn’t necessarily view me as a daughter, but he certainly treated me like one. When he wanted to spend time with Jacob, he included me as well. We’d usually go on drives around the town, but I always fell asleep to the soft and serene music that filled the car from the radio. On the weekends, we would head down by the lake and spend hours learning to fish.

I hated it, but I couldn’t complain. It gave me a sense of certainty to live with a father figure who didn’t leave me alone every two or three months.

Jacob was like a brother to me. He’s a year older than me, which, to him, meant that he had to protect me at all costs. I always assumed it was because he always wanted a younger sibling, and I was the closest he was ever going to get to that. I always felt as though I’d never be able to equal Jacob on an intellectual level because he practically had the IQ of Albert Einstein himself. I felt inferior to him until I found out how much of a joy he really was. On the weekends, he would beg me to accompany him in a movie marathon. I learned that Jacob was a huge fan of Tim Burton (his favorite was Beetlejuice). He’s the only cousin I’ve ever known. Mom and Dad didn’t like each other’s families, so I never met anyone besides this little family. Moving in with them meant that they’d have this huge burden on them.

Yes, I almost forgot to mention that I struggle with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or OCD. It just means that my mind is flooded with these crazy and unnecessary thoughts and so my behavior is affected by them. For example, if I were to blink and felt I put more pressure on my left eye than my right, I would have to repeatedly wink with my right eye until they felt balanced. Sometimes I can’t enter a room until I have inhaled eight times. If I scratch an itch on my left knee, I have to scratch the right one in the exact same place. At the sink, even if I don’t use both knobs, I have to hold both in my hands. And when I turn them off, I often have to check about four times before I am certain they’re turned off all the way. I know, it sounds tiring. Just imagine being on my end, having it be a part of who you are. I can’t do anything to stop it, I wish I could. I was always afraid to make friends because of this. If I couldn’t be balanced, I’d freeze, and I mean actually stop whatever I’m doing and stand still, until my body felt as if I were balanced once again. Who wouldn’t make fun of me for this?

Apparently, no one gave a shit about it. After moving to Pennsylvania, I made quite a name for myself at school. Literally. My name was Zip. I have no fucking clue how that ridiculous name came to be, but that’s what I went by day after day. One could say I was considered popular, but it wasn’t like I actually spoke to anyone. When it came to extracurriculars, I only participated in theatre. I never was part of the cast, just the stage manager. Secretly, I wanted so badly to audition and be a part of the magic they created on that stage. Not to boast or anything, but I had the talent and potential to be a starring role. But I could never bring myself to break out of my shell. Nonetheless, being stage manager still got me quite the attention. Everyone was always so nice to me, so I felt a little bad for not considering any of them as friends. That was until I met Dina.

Dina was new to our school sophomore year. She had this sort of light to her that attracted the pesky moths that were our dull and boring school body. We had the same social status in school. People liked our personalities, so we were well-liked and accepted without doing much to prove ourselves worthy. She was sweet and compassionate and so fun. I didn’t mean to become her friend, but she was so welcoming, despite being the newcomer. We became close friends, but not best friends. We already had people filling those roles.

Dina’s best friend was Sydney Novak. Sydney moved to Brownsville around the same time as Dina, so the two became best friends quickly, but Sydney wasn’t very popular at all. She was shy and introverted, but I thought she was nice enough. I liked her and thought she was a pretty cool person. We weren’t necessarily friends, we were just well acquainted simply because we were both close with Dina. The transitive property, if you would. I just wish we could’ve talked more, our relationship was pretty much nonexistent.

Speaking of nonexistent relationships, let’s talk about Richard Berry. I honestly don’t want to even think about him, but he played a role in my life that was too vital to just offhandedly mention. For some odd reason, Ricky Berry was absolutely in love with me. It was so obvious to everyone except for me. Sophomore year, he expressed his love through the most arrogant and cheesiest of pick-up lines and compliments. I wasn’t so easily won over, if you could guess. I tried being good friends with him, but he’d always fuck it up when he tried to initiate intimacy. I didn’t want to hold hands with him in the halls or receive “friendly” cheek kisses. I’m not what you would call affectionate, especially towards people I’m not close to. It’s just never been comfortable for me. Junior year, everyone around me was buzzing with excitement when they heard Ricky was going to ask me to be his girlfriend. The cheerleaders, who got to know him through his high school football career, constantly pestered me with reasons as to why I would be so lucky to date The Richard Berry. Granted, he became less of a dick junior year, so I thought, Why not?, and accepted. Being in a relationship with Ricky was the most one-sided… anything I had ever been a part of. He was undeniably enamored with me, but I couldn’t find it in myself to reciprocate those feelings. He would show me off to his family and friends like a trophy, but if someone asked me if I had a boyfriend I’d go, “I mean, yeah. I guess”, so not a very healthy relationship. It also didn’t help that Ricky knew nothing about boundaries.

One night, we were in his bedroom, studying for a science test. Ricky wasn’t focused at all and kept trying to kiss and cuddle with me. I let him for awhile, but then he took my book from me and set it on the ground beside his bed. He suggested we have sex right then and there. Now, I was never a prude and definitely didn’t wait to have sex for the first time, but I never wanted Ricky to be my first. He hadn’t earned enough of my trust to even touch me suggestively. So, of course I refused. Ricky only took that as me teasing him, so he advanced, nearly forcing himself on me. Using all my might, I shoved him off of the bed. He stood to his feet, utterly confused, but I only gathered my things and left his house. He tried following after me, but I ignored him until he turned and went back into his home. The next day at school, he was holding me and kissing me and showing me off to everyone like he always did. As if nothing happened between us the night before. It was difficult to do, since he was so inconsiderate, but I managed to break up with him. He tried to deny that we were Splitsville for about a week, but everyone caught wind of our break-up. Once everyone knew about it, it became true for him. I never really felt comfortable with being intimate or open with guys after that.

Besides with Stanley Barber, of course. Stan was my best friend in the entire world. I told only my deepest, darkest secrets to him. And he told me his. The only things we really had in common were our lack of mothers and our hideous bacne. Stan lived a few houses down and was eager to get to know me a week after I moved in. I’d never met anyone in my life like Stan. He was so awkward, but loveable. I don’t know, I guess he reminded me of my mom. The way he didn’t care, but he so clearly did. Whenever I wanted to talk about something that was difficult to voice, we’d smoke to ease the tension. Of course, this wasn’t how we always communicated. Despite his nervous stuttering, he was easy to open up to. Stan provided a sort of security in my life. He was never going to leave me and that put me at ease when hanging out with him, which we did regularly. I don’t know when exactly I developed a crush on him, but I never wanted it to surface in our bond. He was to never know. It was just a stupid crush, right? He was a guy who wasn’t family and was so unbelievably caring towards me. It was bound to happen, but that didn’t mean he had to be aware of it. Though, it was a little hard to keep such a secret when we’d both made out twice already. The first time was while I was dating Ricky, the kiss was very awkward and ended after about a minute and a half. The second kiss was just half a week after my breakup. That time, we’d both known what we were doing. And I may be a little biased, but you couldn’t have even thought to fake the passion in that makeout session. We never talked about either of those kisses and remained friends both times. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me that we didn’t become anything more afterwards. It was for the best, though, because two weeks before spring break, my dad returned from his job in Georgia and moved me to Kansas again. The move was so abrupt that I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to anyone besides my family.

My life in Kansas for the second time was something I’d never want to experience ever again. Since it was a little late in the year, I finished junior year online. For some unexplained reason, my dad had us get new phones and new numbers, so I lost all contact with my friends. I had no one to talk to and it wasn’t like my dad paid much attention to me. I remember spending every waking moment with him when I was younger, talking or playing games or watching television. It used to be so fun being his daughter, but when we moved back to Kansas, I just felt like this huge burden in his life. Our relationship was strained and he clearly had other priorities in his life. Like whatever he left back in Georgia. I’d see his phone ring and the same number from that state would pop up before he’d leave the room and privately talk with whoever. It wasn’t the secrecy that was off-putting to me, it was the fact that it was so much more important to him. Once again, I was ignored by the one person in my life I wanted to spend the most time with. So, you can imagine the joy I felt when Dad had to go back to Georgia for work. I had been attending public school for my senior year and left not even a full month in. It didn’t bother me, I had no friends and nothing to leave behind. Mid-September was when I moved back to Brownsville with Aunt Pam. Everyone accepted me right back in. Especially my classmates. As I walked the halls I heard whispers like,

“Oh, my god, is that Zip?”

“Zip’s back! Where’d she even go?”

“I thought she died.”

The only person I really wanted to notice me was Stan. I missed him so much, I even got into his favorite band to have something to remember him by. I remember the day I got back to my aunt’s house. Jacob had picked me up from the airport and was driving me to the house. He was attending community college, but was still living with his parents. As we drove, he tapped his index fingers rhythmically to the shitty pop music that played on the radio. “So, what are you excited about for senior year?”

“Not much, I just missed Dina and Stan. Theatre, too. I wonder how they’ve been doing without me.” I chuckled. Jacob huffed in amusement.

“But you didn’t miss Ricky?”

“Fuck, Jake, you know I didn’t miss him for a second.” I frowned, waving my hand in dismissal. My cousin tauntingly laughed at me. Had he actually known about what happened between Ricky and I, he wouldn’t have teased me. In fact, Ricky wouldn’t even be alive that day if Jacob found out. No one knew about the incident, not even Stan.

Pulling up in front of the house, we got out of the car and headed to the trunk to pull out my bags. I tried carrying them in, but Jacob insisted that he do all the heavy lifting and simply asked me to carry my backpack and close the trunk. I did what little I was asked of and headed to the front door to greet my aunt and uncle inside, but stopped. In the corner of my eye, I saw movement from the Barber residence. Turning, my eyes locked on Stanley, who was frozen beside his car. He was wearing his work uniform and staring at me with the most bewildered expression on his face. It was like he thought himself to be hallucinating my existence. Smiling, I simply waved at him before walking back inside. When he got home from work that night, he headed over to my house and knocked on the door. I answered with a grin on my face. “Stan!”

“If it isn’t the famous Zip, showing back up in my life.”

“Ugh, do not call me that.” I rolled my eyes playfully before bringing him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin at the top of my head. I would’ve stayed there all night if I could’ve. When Stanley pulled away, my heart hollowed and a pit formed within my stomach. I felt unfinished, unbalanced. And I hate imbalance. He asked if I wanted to hang out and I accepted his offer. All we did was lay on his floor, listen to music and get high, but in that moment, that’s all I needed.

Bloodwitch, a joint, and Stan laying by my side.

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Taglist: @melinda-hargreeves @sapphicsyn @stqnley @lonely-kermit

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Your titles SENT ME lmfao

masterlist (x readers only)

stan uris

This is the stupid fanfiction that started everything - request - angst/fluff

Stanley Helps a Stupid Bitch Study - fluff

You And Your Fictional Crush Who Isn’t Real Look at Birds - fluff

You Waste Your Time Daydreaming about Cuddling with Skinny Stick Boy in a Hammock - fluff

Little things Stan Uris does for Y/N as a Boyfriend - headcanon

wyatt oleff

richie tozier

The Love/Hate Cliche That People Still Crave - slow burn/fluff?

finn wolfhard

You And That Guy From Stranger Things Attempt to Cook Together - fluff

bill denbrough

jaeden martell (literally just see my knives out blog lmfao)

other memorabilia and headcanons:

This took Up 30 Precious Minutes of My Life which I will Never Get Back And I don’t Regret it

Some BIRDS

An educational post about soap

some people may find this offensive

Prompts for the Losers I wish I never Posted

The Losers Doing exactly what you’re doing right now in quarantine

Richie tries to shove marshmallows into his trashmouth

Bill And Stan Helping Each Other With their Problems And Just Being Gay

i’m so limited lmfaooo

also in case its unclear these aren’t actually the real titles

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Wyatt Oleff could spill a scorching hot bowl of ramen on my lap and and I would thank him

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I love him I love him I-

hcs for friends to lovers with Stan Barber? your fic abt that was super cute!

Thank you so much!! <3

-So you and Stan have always had a hands-on relationship

-Nothing too crazy, of course

-But whenever you two were hanging out there was always some form of contact with the other person

-His hand on your knee or your head on his shoulder

-When you were alone it was even more

-Movie nights would be spent with your chest against his back or vice versa

-Then one day it just hit you

-Holy shit, I really like Stan

- You weren't exactly sure how it came up in your mind, but when it did it STUCK

- You didn’t want it to be weird, so you never acted on it

-That is, until all the emotions piled up and you told him

-Thankfully, he reciprocated the feelings

-And boy oh boy what happened when you started going out

-It didn’t change much, everything was just amplified

-Now instead of silent cuddles during movie night, there were silent whispers to the other and soft kisses on the cheek or temple

-Dina and Syd were basically attacked with PDA

-You’d all hang out after hours at the bowling alley and you and Stan would be sharing a seat, all gushy over each other

-The other two would feign disgust, but in reality knew that you two were the cutest

-In conclusion: very cute, very touchy, very wholesome

I love Stanley Barber

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Rubik’s Cube II

Pairing: Stanley Barber x Reader

Summary: So you ended up with something that doesn’t belong to you. What are gonna do now?

Wc; n/a

A/n: ♡ Comments/Reblogs are very appreciated! ♡

Part I

Okay... So..... You have his Rubik’s cube.

What are you gonna do now? You should have just left it there dumbass.

That’s right. You still have it.

Frowning, you spun the cube around in your hands and contemplated your options. Whatever you did at this point, he would eventually have to find out that you brought it home with you.

Unless you, like... Just left it at his doorstep or something.

Actually... That’s not a terrible idea. Yeah. You could just walk right next door and leave it on his porch. You could even write a little note, without signing your name, of course.

Grinning, you sat up and tore out some paper from your notebook, writing down the first thing you thought of.

This belongs to you

“Good enough.” You mumbled. You folded up the paper and grabbed the cube. You tiptoed out of your room in an attempt to not wake your dad up, as he was asleep in the room next to you. Probably drunk, though it didn’t matter to you anymore.

You didn’t know what Stanley’s schedule looked like, but you figured the odds of him just hanging out in his front yard right now we’re pretty low. So after softly shutting your front door, you made a run for it, only slowing down when you noticed some woman giving you a weird stare from across the street. You smiled and waved awkwardly. Somehow feeling like you were doing something you weren’t supposed to. But that always happened when you kept things secret. It just felt... wrong.

So here you are, estimating ten more steps until you make it to his porch. You could leave the cube there and it would be like none of this had ever happened. You could go back to your boring-ass life, and all would be normal.

“Y/N?”

You jumped, scrambling to hide the note and Rubik’s cube behind your back. That stupid note... what were you thinking.

“Oh, hey, Stan.”

Stanley looked at you curiously, and then his eyes found their way to his cube.

“..Oh yeah! This is um.. You uh- Dropped this, yesterday. And I uh...” You decided to shut up and just hand him his thing already, shoving the note into your back pocket.

He glanced between you and his cube a few times before nodding and accepting it.

“Well... I uh.. I better get going. I’ll see you at school.” You turned around quickly, excited to get the hell out of there.

“Wait-“

You froze, turning back towards him awkwardly.

“I was just thinking.. maybe, you know.. would you wanna maybe come inside?”

You blinked. Was he really asking you to come into his house? You barely even knew him. He could be an axe murderer for all you know.

“-We can get high.” He added.

You nodded, biting your lip. You’ve never been high.

“Or not... I just thought-“

“Okay.”

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Thanks for reading! And sorry it took me literally two months to update this. I hope you liked it! As you can probably tell, I kind of want to make this an ongoing series. So we’ll see what happens!

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#stanley barber x reader #losers club x reader #wyatt oleff x reader #rubiks cube #stanley barber imagine #stan barber fanfic #stan barber x reader #stanley barber fanfic #ianowt #stanley barber #ianowt fanfic #ianowt imagine #ianowt x reader #i am not okay with this

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Hiii! Would anyone be willing to maybe... send in Stanley Barber x reader requests?? I want to write a part two to Rubik’s cube, but I’ve just had a lot of writers block. Maybe this could help?

#stanley barber x reader #losers club x reader #ianowt fanfic #ianowt imagine #ianowt x reader #stanley barber fanfic #stanley barber #i am not okay with this fanfic #i am not okay with this imagine #i an not okay with this

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stOp I’m DECEASED

All I Need My Baby (And A Cigarette) - Stanley Barber

word count: 12,795 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) (y/l/n) and Stanley Barber may be neighbors, but they haven’t been friends since they were children. Stan plans on changing that, even if (y/n) is a bit more of a popular girl now. He’s pretty convincing though… and charming… + based (very loosely) on this song ___

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Clubhouse

Pairing: Young!Stanley Uris x Reader

Request: young stan x reader in the clubhouse scene, and he comes up to the reader and does the whole “so you dont get spiders in your hair when you’re down here!” and the losers just make fun of him, but hes really just a sweetheart :(( (I miss stanley uris goodnight )

Requested by: anon

Word Count: 698 words

Warnings: language, SO MUCH FLUFF

a/n: thank you for the request lovely anon, i miss him too :( i absolutely adore him in this scene (and every other scene he’s in)!! this is a shorter one but i love it and i hope you do too <3

NOT MY GIF! CREDIT TO THE OWNER!

You were sat on the floor in front of the hammock Richie currently resides in, reading one of his comic books that he promised you would enjoy. So far, he was right; he had given you one of his Wonder Woman issues to read and you were loving it. You glance up from the page upon hearing Eddie yelp from the other side of the clubhouse, holding back a laugh as you watch him frantically hitting at an insect with a stick.

Turning back to your page with a chuckle, you notice Stanley approaching you with a box in his hands. You look up, noting how adorable he looked; his striped shirt complimenting his eyes perfectly and a shower cap sat comfortably on his head. You feel your heart jump at the sight, smiling brightly at him as he stops before you.

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stanleyitssummer · 4 years

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If Andy bean got cast as adult Stanley let me just say it would make my entire life

ok imma talk real quick about my theory on the person (?) following syd in ianokwt

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For any of ya’ll who are still well in the IT fandom as of 2020, please reblog this. I need reassurance that not everyone is gone.

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i noticed everyone has been making quizzes so instead of studying for my exam tomorrow i put together a little quiz that identifies which loser you are. so feel free to reblog and put with loser you got in the tags.

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

likes to brush his fingers across her lips

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

likes to clasp his watch^^ on her wrist sometimes

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

reminds her to tie up her shoelaces

"You're going to fall over, babe,"

tells her off for apologising so much

has to speak up for her most of the time

tells her off for letting people step all over her

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

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

pushes her behind him if things get dangerous

gets frustrated at his friends being stupid towards her

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Rubik’s Cube

Pairing: Stanley Barber x Reader

Summary: Another boring day in your boring life. But when you happen to bump into none other than Stanley Barber, things just might become a little more interesting.

Wc; 749

A/n: ♡ Comments/Reblogs are very appreciated! ♡

Part 2

Beep Beep. Beep Beep.

Fuck. Me.

Beep Beep. Beep Beep.

Fuck. You.

Beep Beep-

“Fine!” You jolt up quickly, reaching over for your alarm clock, only... You miss the button, successfully knocking it out of reach. Groaning, you threw yourself out of bed and picked up the clock.

“Y/N Y/L/N! Turn that goddamn thing off, or I’m going to come in and turn it off for you!”

You weren’t exactly sure what that threat meant, but you figured when it came to your Father, it was better safe than sorry.

Finally turning the sound off, you sighed, throwing your head back.

Good morning Brownsville.

Alright, first order of business, get dressed. You liked getting dressed, it might, arguably, be the best part of your day.

Is that sad? You wondered. Could your life really be so dull that the part of your day that brought you the most joy was simply putting on clothes?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You decide to shrug it off for now. You really need to get out of your own head. You reach into your closet and decide on some mom jeans with a tee-shirt tucked in and some black combat boots. A simple, easy outfit. Plus it’s stylish and it’s comfortable. There’s something about putting on a good outfit that just... makes you feel good about yourself. And hey, feeling good about yourself can be nice for a change!

Okay. School. School sucks, but... It’s better than being in your crappy home (that doesn’t have a heater or air conditioning) and it’s better than being with your crappy Dad (Who doesn’t give a shit about anything you say or do). So yeah, school’s kind of an upgrade.

So here you are, walking to your locker, not knowing that your life is about to change forever. Is that dramatic? Who gives a fuck. Your life sucks, you’re allowed to be dramatic. As you walk, you take note of the people around you. The kids around you were being kids for the most part. Some just talking, some having full on make out sessions.

Yup. That’s high school.

Average, average, average. Wait... Hold on.

Somewhat interesting.You think to yourself.

Blinking, you see Stanley Barber (Your neighbor), Walking by with Sydney Novak (Also your neighbor, but not quite as close.) You’ve never seen them talking before. This is a new development. Stanley Barber is something else, that’s for sure. He’s so weird. But he’s funny, and interesting, and smart, and maybe kinda cute-

“Oof-”

You collided with something. Someone.

“Shit a-are you okay?”

What the fuck?

You look up to see Stanley, standing over you. Just standing. Blinking.

You stared at him as well, trying not to blush. This might be the very first time he’s actually looked at you. And he’s really cu-

“Jesus Stan, I told you not to use that stupid cube in the halls!”

You looked over and saw Sydney, smacking him upside the head.

She looked down at you, “Are you okay?”

Get it together, Y/n. Snap out of it!

“Oh- Uh... Yeah, yeah, I’m fine...” You started to push yourself off the ground.

“Ow-” You heard Stanley mumble. (Sydney must have smacked him again) “Oh... Sorry! Here!” He scrambled to offer you his hand, but by that time you were already halfway off the ground.

After you stood, a few awkward moments went by before Sydney stepped between the two of you, smiling uncomfortably.

“We better get to class. So... We’ll See ya’ around...”

“Y/N.”

That happened in unison. Unison! With none other than Stanley Barber. You blushed. Stanley Barber knew your name?

Stanley coughed when he realized that both you and Sydney were practically staring bullets into him.

“Yeah well- We uh... We have a few classes together and-”

“We’re neighbors!” You smiled.

“Right.”

“Well anyway,” Continued Sydney, “We gotta get to class. See ya around!”

Stanley gave you a small smile before being pulled away. So far away from you.

Whatever. Nothing new.

You stared at your peers, trying to make out their quiet muttering as they walked down the hall together.

“Huh.” You said allowed. You wanted to be annoyed, but, you couldn’t help but smile. Stanley Barber knew your name.

Looking at your watch, you realized it was way past the time you were meant to be in class. So you bent down to pick up your books. But while you were hanging out down there, you noticed something that was left behind.

Stanley’s Rubik’s cube.

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Part two?

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3/19/2020

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When You’re Gone

anon requested: may i suggest an angsty richie or stan x reader, if you take suggestions based on songs could you base it on When You’re Gone by Avril Lavigne? kinda where they have a big fight in front of the losers and where the reader runs off crying? ends in fluff? thank you 💕

pairing: Stan x Reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: @only-if-it-matters @kaspbrough-club and @starryoleff @retrowrites and @okaylosvers and everyone else who helped THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME AND GIVING ME INSPIRATION ILY GUYS SO MUCH sorry if its not proofread i rushed the ending kshfjdhfjd

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I always needed time on my own I never thought I’d need you there when I cry And the days feel like years when I’m alone And the bed where you lie Is made up on your side

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Stan burst out, glaring at Richie who blinked.

“It was just a joke Stan, relax.” Richie chuckled, but that infuriated Stan further.

“No, it was stupid and childish.” Stan said hotly. The Losers stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“Stan..” Y/N touched his arm gently. “It was just a joke. I understand if you didn’t find that funny but you don’t need to-”

“To what?” Stan demanded, turning to Y/N, who looked taken aback. Scoffing, he shook his head. “Of course you’d find that funny.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked, furrowing her eyebrows. The Losers sat uncomfortably, watching this encounter silently.

“Just judging by how childish you are yourself.” Stan shrugged venomously. “You’d obviously stick up for him. Need I remind you of the multiple stuffed animals you still sleep with?”

She heard a snort of laughter. Feeling the burn of the tears rising in her eyes, Y/N tried to forcefully push them down, standing abruptly, rushing off, ignoring the protests from Bev, not seeing the regretful look that overcame Stan’s face.

When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now?

Sniffling, Y/N touched her tear stained cheeks with the paws of Bun-Bun the rabbit, sighing lightly, enjoying the small comfort that came from this action.

She wished Stan were there, not knowing what had gotten into him, wiping the tears away himself, lying here with her instead of Bun-Bun, Gerald the teddy, Liz the Lizard, and Snuffles the dog.

Y/N smiled softly, remembering introducing them to Stan embarrassedly the first time he came over to her house.

When you’re gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you’re gone The face I came to know is missing too When you’re gone The words I need to hear to always get me through the day And make it OK I miss you

“What’re their names?” Stan asked amusedly, picking up the fluffy teddy bear, touching the frayed bowtie it wore.

“That’s Gerald. He’s cool. He’s smart. As you can probably tell by his name and his snazzy style.” Y/N said bashfully.

“And this one?” Stan put Gerald down, picking up a floppy chameleon.

“This is Liz. She lives forever as you can see, regenerating limbs.” Y/N smiled, standing next to him now, touching the mismatched crudely sewn on arm from when the original one had ripped off.

“Snuffles has some issues, but he’s pretty neat. A good guy.” Y/N nodded, patting the tongue lolling dog.

“Last is Bun-Bun. She loves tea parties..” Y/N went on, explaining to Stan fondly, smiling.

“Nice to meet you.” Stan grinned as Y/N finished, and Y/N flushed.

I’ve never felt this way before Everything that I do reminds me of you And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

“Y/N, please, open the door!”

Sticking her head out her window, Y/N frowned at the desperate looking Stan standing on her front lawn.

“Why? Come to tell me more about how childish I am for sleeping with stuffed animals?” Y/N tossed out, wanting nothing more than to embrace him, but still upset. “Gerald says I shouldn’t let you in.”

“He’s probably right.” Stan said quietly. “I’m sorry babylove. I.. I know this doesn’t make up for what I said, but I brought some friends.” Unzipping his backpack, he pulled out a chubby brown object.

“This is Mr. Tufts.” Stan declared, holding it up. “He’s a great horned owl. He’s my stuffed animal.”

Holding Mr. Tufts in one hand, Stan pulled out another, a bright pink one. “This one’s for you. Her name is Pinky the flamingo. To say I’m sorry.”

A smile twitched to her lips, and Y/N disappeared, shutting her window. She opened the door, much to Stan’s relief, smiling softly .

“He said you can come in now.”

We were made for each other Out here forever I know we were, yeah, yeah All I ever wanted was for you to know Everything I do, I give my heart and soul I can hardly breathe, I need to feel you here with me, yeah

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