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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

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

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

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

Jenna Ortega

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis

Timothée Chalamet

Finn Wolfhard

Zendaya

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

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

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

plus sized!reader

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

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

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

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

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the-angry-pixie · 8 months

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Story time...

This face walked into my eating disorder clinic today. Slightly younger (teenage), but same golden curls. Same slightly blank, haughty expression. Still striking as all get out. Even the same sort of buttoned up fashion style (though my guy was wearing a white turtleneck).

And because Max (the model in the photo) for many years has been the face I think of when I think of young adult Stanley Uris... my imagination couldn't help running away from me.

I'm only on Admin so I didn't really have a chance or a need to look into what this young man was engaging with the clinic for, but if I had to hazard a guess I would say anorexia nervosa.

So now I can't help imagining an alternate universe where Stan's OCD and perfectionism develop into disordered eating (very common for those conditions to go hand in hand with an eating disorder).

What would that look like? Would his friends notice? How long would it take for them to notice if he was just careful with what he wore? Would the first thing they notice actually not be the physical, but more a personality change or a deterioration in cognitive ability because he is starved and can't think straight?

Its sad but fascinating to think about.

Especially since we already have a character who in canon displays a different type of disordered eating (Ben).

Sorry for the ramble, I just wanted to share.

#stanley uris #pixie headcanons #the losers club #IT movie #trigger warning: eating disorder #trigger warning: anorexia

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marvelous-maeve · 2 years

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𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

FANDOMS;

STRANGER THINGS;

-EDDIE MUNSON

-STEVE HARRINGTON

-BILLY HARGROVE

-JONATHON BYERS

-DMITRI ANTANOV

-MURRAY BAUMAN (PLATONIC)

-JIM HOPPER

-ROBIN BUCKLEY

-NANCY WHEELER (PLATONIC)

-MIKE WHEELER (PLATONIC)

-MAX MAYFIELD (PLATONIC)

-LUCAS SINCLAIR (PLATONIC

-JANE HOPPER (PLATONIC)

-DUSTIN HENDERSON (PLATONIC)

-JOYCE BYERS

THE WALKING DEAD (SEASON 1-SEASON 8);

-RICK GRIMES

-DARYL DIXON

-GLENN RHEE

-MAGGIE RHEE

-MICHONNE

-ABRAHAM FORD

-NEGAN

-CARL GRIMES (PLATONIC)

-SHANE WALSH

IT CHAPTER 1 & 2;

-RICHIE TOZIER

-BEVERLY MARSH

-EDDIE KASPBRAK

-STANLEY URIS

-MIKE HANLON

-BILL DENBROUGH

(ADULT ROMANTIC, KIDS PLATONIC)

SLASHERS;

-MICHAEL MYERS

-JASON VORHEES

-FREDDY KRUEGER

-GHOSTFACE (DANNY JOHNSON)

-BO SINCLAIR

-LEATHERFACE

-BILLY LOOMIS

-STU MACHER

-PENNYWISE

PEAKY BLINDERS;

-TOMMY SHELBY

-ALFIE SOLOMONS

FEAR STREET;

-HEATHER

-ZIGGY

-DEENA

-KATE

-SIMON

-CINDY

-TOMMY

-ALICE

(ADULT ROMANTIC, TEEN PLATONIC)

GENRES/FORMATS;

ANGST

FLUFF

COMFORT/HURT

DRABBLES

HEADCANONS

IMAGINES

ONE SHOTS

#eddie munson #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #slashers #fear street #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #twd #the walking dead

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spider-self · 7 months

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@loyaltybroken liked this for a starter

How easily they wandered back into IT’s web, responding to IT’s summons so readily. Did they so badly want to die? Children so rarely had a sense of self preservation. Caught in the euphoria of life, they could never imagine a scenario where they were killed until the moment it happened. IT had seen it so many times, the final flicker of recognition, the wild terror at the sight of their demise, death with a painted smile. Adults were more practical, far more likely to be prone to fanciful visions of their ends. But even these were abstract in their own ways, another stubborn denial of the possibility. Of course it couldn’t happen to them. How could it? They were special, they were far more alive and real than anyone else could ever hope to be. Someone else might die yes, but not them. Never them.

One of them at least had known that to stand against IT was futile. IT had felt his life snuff out a few days ago. The feeling like a soft brush against the back of IT’s mind. Stanley Uris.. It was a shame really, IT would have liked to him to have come back and done the deed at home in Derry. IT would have gathered his body and had it take pride of place in the depths of IT’s lair. There IT would croon over each lovely bone and let IT’s laughter gurgle out of every drain.

His loss would have hurt them badly. What seven children could accomplish was far more than what six adults could. They were weak now and IT was strong. IT had bided IT’s time, resting and dreaming, letting IT’s wounds heal in preparation for this final confrontation. They would lose and they would die and IT would keep them forever among IT’s other little trophies. Perhaps when all this was done, IT would seek out Uris and take his body. It would be good to have the full set.

Of all of their little club, IT found Richie the most irksome. Rather than cower or at least show some semblance of respect to IT’s power. The brat had thrown nothing but insults and sly quips, as if that might possibly make his death quick. No…Richie would die slowly, his throat ripped to shreds so that chattering voice was finally silenced forever. Perhaps IT would leave him alive long enough to make him think that if he’d only kept his mouth shut, IT might have spared them all.

A foolish notion, but it was one IT entertained as IT watched him, drumming IT’s fingers idly on the table IT was sat at. The human disguise was disgustingly limiting. All of IT’s glory compressed down into a creature constrained by its own mortality. The heart that beat sluggishly in IT’s chest reminded IT sickeningly of the meat that comprised this form. Weak flesh and brittle bones, human horrors. Hardly fit for a hunt of any kind. Even the thought of speaking felt disgusting, a heavy tongue so very inefficient in comparison to simply speaking directly into Richie’s mind. But even he, dull as he was would probably notice that. And IT wasn’t keen to reveal Itself just yet. IT wanted to play first.

“Hey excuse me. Are you Richie Tozier? I’m such a big fan.”

#loyaltybroken #Hiya! I hope this is okay

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stanthemanstan · 4 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒌𝒚 𝑰𝒔 𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 ❧ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰

A/N: thank you guys for a hundred followers! Sorry about the delay between the uploads, I haven’t been writing a lot lately and I’m still working on the chapter after this. I figured that posting this would be a good way to celebrate a hundred! Hope you enjoy the series, and remember that I’m always open to feedback, questions, etc :)

Word count: 1.4K

Series masterpost

It was twenty-seven years after your final encounter with It when you were called. It was funny, since, like you were of the passing of time, you were unaware of who was on the other line. It took a minute of recollection to realize what the Derry, ME on the phone screen meant to you, and who this man was saying he was. Then it all began to flood back.

“Hello?”

“Is this (Y/N) (L/N)?” you heard on the other line.

“Yes, who is this?”

“It’s Mike. Mike Hanlon, from Derry.”

Derry. The word was so familiar. So strange at the tip of your tongue, yet so… mnemonic. It was the name of your hometown.

“Oh my goodness… Mike, hi, it’s so good to talk to you again.”

It was the place that had seemed to escape your mind for almost twenty years. Where you grew up. Went to school. And, through odd circumstances, formed your strongest relationships and deepest fears. It also wasn’t just the odd place, you thought, that was flitting back into your memories; it was also the people.

“I agree. However, the subject at hand isn’t exactly the most lighthearted.”

It was also the events.

“Hold on… This couldn’t possibly be about—”

The dreaded summer of ’89.

“I hate to say it, but it is. It has returned, (Y/N). You need to come back home.”

The vivid image of that horrid clown pierced your mind for the first time in years. Those were the thoughts that were burned into your brain for the rest of your high school career, only fading when you escaped Derry to attend college.

“I’ll— I’ll make plans to leave as soon as possible, Mike. You’ve called the others? Are they gonna come?”

You remembered your friends, the Losers, the misfits that banded together. There was stuttering Bill Denbrough. Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier. Beverly Marsh. Eddie Kaspbrak the hypochondriac. Ben Hanscom.

“I’ve called almost everyone by now.”

And there was Stanley Uris, the boy who was there for it all.

He was your love and your fear— it was terrifying to realize. While the illusion of the tarantula towering over you was scary enough to your thirteen-year-old self, the thought that came after was much more shattering. The thought of losing him.

“…Do you have Stanley’s number?”

Even though you were deemed too young to have known what love was at the time, you knew that Stanley was too important to you to possibly lose. And that was exactly what you were shown. Being vulnerable, especially after Its assault on him, it was heartbreaking for you to see two of him.

One had begged for you to be okay, telling you that he was there for you, that he would never, ever, ever leave you, that you were everything to him. His voice was hoarse from his previous panicking, screaming, sobbing, and it was ever so desperate when he called out to you. He had blood and sweat and tears staining his face that was bent with fear and worry. He had fresh wounds on the sides of his face from where he was bitten by that horribly warped lady.

The other begged for you to save him, telling you to stop hurting him, that you were killing him, that he would be gone because of you. His voice was hard with disappointment and accusation, sharp enough to pierce your heart and break it permanently. He had blood dried in smears across his face and more of it leaking and sputtering from his lips as he berated you. He had the palest, most lifeless skin, and his eyes were even more so. This impression —Its impression— on your feeble mind was almost emotionally fatal.

The confusion and paranoia lasted a fair amount of time since then.

Completely unwilling to recover and clean up by yourself that day, you accompanied Stan home. You worried that if you weren’t there with him, he would be gone and you would see that deathly vision in his place.

You insisted on helping him disinfect his wounds, even as your hands were trembling, and he eventually had to take care of the matter himself. It was a bit of a predicament for the both of you. You did, however, manage to secure the bandages around his head when he finished. He then cleaned up your scratches for you. It was slightly difficult with one hand, for you were tightly gripping his other one in your own, but he was innovative and concentrated. You just needed to be sure he was beside you.

“Yes, I do. It’s four-oh-four…”

When the oath was made at the Barrens, everyone received a cut on their palm as a token of their promise. You winced as the glass shard pierced your skin, immediately cradling your other hand beneath the cut one. Soon, though, your bloodied hand gripped Stan’s.

You had felt him squeeze your hand, lightly and mindfully enough so that it wouldn’t hurt; a sign of comfort. You gazed at him with such a deep look of admiration in your eyes. The sight of his bandages made your heart ache.

On your right, you held Mike’s hand, and everyone together formed a circle. The eight of you stayed there for a few silent moments before letting your hands fall back to your sides. Your hold on Stan’s was more prolonged.

“Okay, thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Stan had glanced at you and then looked up at Bill, who was across from him. I gotta go. Your breath hitched and your heart dropped. I hate you, he told Bill. One by one, everyone cracked grins and laughed. Your smile was a weak echo of the others’. You were nervous.

When the laughter died down, Stan caught your eye. I’ll see you later, he said softly. He began walking, setting out towards home, but he also let himself linger a moment or two longer.

Yeah, same. Bye, guys, you said with a wave to the group. While you didn’t want to leave everyone so abruptly, you couldn’t be without Stan after what It had shown you. The Losers parted ways with the two of you.

“Bye, (Y/N). Be seeing you tomorrow. Travel safe.” Mike ended the call.

When you met up with Stan —you had to rush only a little since he had gotten a head start— it was oddly silent at first. You began overthinking. Does he notice how I’m practically following him around like a lost puppy? I’m probably annoying him really badly. Does he know what I saw? Why I’m so afraid?

You looked between your cell phone and the notepad that you had scrawled a cursory phone number onto. Stan’s number. You hadn’t even realized that your heart was throbbing until then.

Stan, I’m sorry, you told him on your walk. I just— I can’t be alone right now, after everything that’s happened. I should probably be going home, but…

With the foreboding weight of your fear on your shoulders and with shaky hands, you began punching in the numbers. Four… zero… four…

It’s okay, he said quietly in return. He didn’t prod or ask for an explanation, but it did seem like he already knew. However, at that moment, you had a tacit agreement not to ask each other what you had seen.

The dial tone sounded, echoing through your head. One ring.

You remembered spending that day at his house, practically locked in his room. Neither of you wanted to talk about what had happened —not then, at least— but it was evident that you both needed comfort and protection from it.

Two rings.

You made small talk as you sat about a foot apart on his neatly made bed. You learned more about each other. That foot was reduced to inches. You confided in each other. Those inches were reduced to closeness. You cried to each other. That closeness became contact— shoulder to shoulder. You consoled each other. That contact became an embrace.

Three rings.

You spent that night in his arms, needing the constant reassurance that he would be there. That he was real. That he was okay. That he still believed in you. There was always a raging mental battle going on— you could never tell if he was there or just another twisted illusion.

The line connected.

Was he there?

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running-through-honeyvenom · 3 years

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Losers Club HeadCannons?

Richie is struggling with addiction, being a famous comedian has its perks, but it also doesn’t. Sure he has met some actors here and there, but he has a crippling addiction. He refuses to admit it until returning back to Derry. He realizes that Beverly is in an abusive relationship with a man who has the spitting personality of her father. Eddie is married to his mom essentially. Bill is a romantic mess, doesn’t know what he wants or who he wants. Mike, ha the poor man probably hasnt gotten laid, ever. Richie jokes about how the only ass he would be getting is from old ladies, or porn. Ben, well he has an alcohol addiction. But Richie thinks you wouldnt even be able to tell if he didn’t know the man. But I guess no one would know he’s addicted to cocaine unless they knew him either. But what can Richie say, “All the cool kids are doing it,” no because then he seems like an old man, and he would prefer to stay far away from that title. When Richie arrives at the Jade of Orient, he meets Bev and Ben first. He is honestly shocked because Ben really had a glow up, Bev had too. But she still had the same sad eyes when she was younger. I mean they all did. They all looked frightened to be here. Except it was almost enlightening to see they were all alive. They were all alive right? He walks into the restaurant and immediately clenches his fist. Pulsing his fingers to calm him down. This all was so surreal to them all. Bill, Ben, Bev, Richie, Mike, Eddie, and Stan. Wait Stan? Stan wasn't here, It was just the six of them. Where was Stan the Man. Richie keeps pulsing his fingers in his palm to calm him down. His mind was pacing every memory so fast he felt like he was about to throw up before he ate. He needed to step outside. Richie excused himself, “Hey I am gonna be right back,” everyone looked at him with concern, Richie was pale as a ghost and his smile was gone. Eyes that crinkled with lines when he smiled all seemed to flatten against his face. Eddie peeked up from his arms against the table giggling, he was a little bit tipsy, and far to tired to keep his head up. “Where ya going chee’ I haven’t said hello to the trash mouth yet.” Richie knew it was time to strike, “I am going outside I am getting a booty call from your mother, I have kept her waiting for 27 years, I need to go show her some love,” He jokingly pointed to his phone that he struggled to get out of his front pocket of his jeans. Making aggressive moaning into the phone. “Oh Sonya, I have missed your sexy voice for so long. Oh Mrs.K you know I love it when you talk to me like I am a disgusting bug on the wall.” Everyone rolled their eyes, chatting amongst themselves again. Joking and catching up with each other. Eddie peaks up again, looking around the table to see if Richie left. He grumbles, “He actually left, that fucking troglodyte.” Richie continued to walk to the exit of the restaurant where he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. Lighting it with a match as soon as he steps outside.

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in-my-clown-era · 3 years

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wait...so richie tozier has his voice named “kinky briefcase” who’s a sexual accountant...mayhaps he needed some accounting work and met a sexy accountant who may or may not have been named stanley uris??? he just changed the way the voice sounded but thinks of the sexy accountant (cough cough, STAN cough) for inspiration 👀👀👀

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 3 years

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I can’t keep my eyes of off you

A/N: this is my secret santa story for @liilaac, I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

Summary: You can’t have a wedding without a ring, is his reasoning behind this, and so the first stop on his; propose to Eddie Kaspbrak and make that man his for the rest of his life- list, is a jeweler store. Or; Richie Tozier has no clue how to propose to Eddie, but that won’t stop him from doing it anyway. Featuring Stanley Uris.

Read it on AO3

#My writing #reddie fic #reddie #reddie fluff #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #richie and eddie #adult Richie #eddie x richie #eddie kaspbrak imagine #richie tozier imagine #stanley uris #adult stanley uris #stan x richie #in a best friend way #I really hope you like it Lily!

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overheardlosersclub · 4 years

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Do not tell me richie tozier did not make this tiktok

#losers club #overheard losers club #losers club quotes #stanley uris #bill denbrough #richie tozier #it 2017 #over heard losers club #richie trashmouth #shut up richie #richie and eddie #richie toizer imagine #richie x reader #adult richie #reddie group chat #reddie smut #reddie quotes #incorrect reddie #reddie

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dreamdaydreamer · 4 years

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27 Years [Adult Stan Uris]

A/n: This is over 2000 words, I got carried away, sorry about that! But anyway, hope you enjoy. Requests are open! :)

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Twenty-two years. That’s how long it’d been since you’d last seen Stanley Uris. He left Derry in 1994, just like you, to go to university. You promised to keep in touch, to see each other as often as possible, you were in love after all. But for some reason that had never happened. At first you would call each other as often as possible. Then it slowly became less and less. Until one day you just stopped speaking. Stopped meeting up. Stopped everything.

Soon after you finished your degree, you ended up back in Derry, having to move back there when your father died and deciding to stay. Until then, you’d forgotten all about Stanley Uris, it was only when you had gone back to Derry that you started to remember. Started to remember him, and the days you would spend together, bird watching, playing board games, studying. You had a lot in common with him, at the time you had believed that you were soulmates, but you didn’t believe that anymore. You didn’t even believe in soulmates anymore.

You’d tried to pursue some sort of happiness in Derry. You dated a few guys, no one special though, no one like Stan. You never fell in love with anyone like you had been when you’d been in love with him. So instead you settled by yourself, opening a little book shop in town, quite popular with the locals. You lead a quiet life, and for the meantime, you were happy with that. You attempted to push Stan to the back of your mind and, although you really did try, it proved very difficult, seeming to be able to relate anything to memories of him.

The autumn season had started to come into its own. The weather cooling down from the blistering summer, breezes whistling through town although it still wasn’t cool enough to wear a coat, orange and gold leaves scattered the path.

It was just a routine day in your simple life, stocking shelves and serving the few people who came in. It wasn’t really the shopping season yet, most of your customers came closer to Christmas, burdened with the rush to buy presents for others. And so today you mainly sat behind the counter, reading a copy of one of your own books, sighing to yourself from time to time when the reading strained your eyes too much and you had to put the book down, boredom overtaking you once again.

Stan made his way through the Derry streets, reminiscing about all the time he’d spent there as a kid. When Mike had first called Stan, memories of Derry had come rushing back to him. Mostly the Losers Club, what they had faced together, as well as the good memories they had made over the years. And then he remembered you. He wondered how he could have ever forgotten about you. You were his first love, his only love. Quite possibly his soulmate, Stan realised this was probably why he had never married over the past twenty-two years. He had tried to settle down, to be in a serious relationship, but he never could. The people he had dated were nice but there was always something that wasn’t quite right, Stan could never put his finger on it. Until now.

Throughout his short time back in Derry, Stan had wondered whether you were here. He knew that you’d gone to university, and he knew that you had bigger dreams outside of Derry, but maybe, just maybe you were here. Maybe he would get to see you again.

Derry hadn’t changed much since the last time Stan had been there. The shops were mostly the same. The antique shop, the pharmacy, the ice cream shop, all stood exactly where they had done twenty-seven years ago. It was like Derry was its own time capsule. History trapped in modernity. The buildings looked more derelict than Stan could remember, but the signs and decorations stayed the same, paint peeled off them now. There was something new though. A bookshop. A bookshop that stood on the corner of the street, the most recent shop to open judging by the appearance of it. The oak wood hadn’t faded, the windows were sparkling clean and the signs hadn’t started to peel off. Stan had to double-take when he saw the name of the shop. Y/n’s Corner. His mind instantly thought of you, you had always loved books. He crossed the road, moving to stand in front of the window, peering in. At first, he couldn’t see anything, and his heart sank. Of course, you wouldn’t be here, you were probably out living your best life, successful, married maybe, a family. The thought chewed Stan like a dog would a bone, sinking its teeth into his flesh. It’s not that Stan wouldn’t be happy for you, he would, he would just wish that it would have been him you had married, him that you’d chosen to settle down with. As he flipped the idea over and over in his mind, he caught a glimpse of someone at the counter of the shop, and with a closer look, he knew it was you. Even though it had been so long since you’d seen each other, he recognised you immediately, you were still the same beauty he had been in love with twenty-two years ago. You disappeared into the back of the shop as Stan entered, the little bell above the door chiming.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” God, Stan thought, even your voice is the same. Lilting, and made Stan’s heartbeat twice as fast. In a few moments, he would be face to face with you, after all this time. What would he say to you? He had too much to say, not sure where to even start. He wanted to apologise for being away for so long, for forgetting, he wanted to tell you that he’d missed you, even if he hadn’t remembered you, there was always a part of him missing, and that it was you, he wanted to tell you how much he loved, loves, you, and how, even now, after all of this time, his heart beats only for you. How when he hears your voice, a smile makes its way onto his face subconsciously, how when he sees your face, he can hear the blood pumping round his body, he becomes light-headed and his knees turn weak, just like they had done when he saw you for the first time. He feels like a teenager again, feelings all jumbled and messy but it’s perfect and he feels liberated for the first time in years. He’s planned a speech in his head of everything he wants to say and how he wants to say it, maybe it will be just him spilling out his thoughts and feelings into one big sentence, the words tumbling out of him before he’s able to pull them back into his mouth. But they’ll be there, out in the open, no matter how they get there, then you’ll know. You’ll know how much he loves you. But how will you react? What if you hate him? What if you resent him because he forgot about you? What if you don’t love him anymore? Stan wouldn’t know what to do. What would be the point in carrying on when all he’s lived for is gone. You’re the reason he forced himself to come back to Derry, to face this clown, the hope that he will finally be able to live the life he’d always wanted too, with you. Even so, he’s ready to tell you all that he feels, no matter the outcome.

But then suddenly you’re stood in front of him. And everything he had planned to say, everything he wanted to tell you, runs away from him so fast that there’s no point chasing after it. Neither of you say anything, there was no reason too. Everything that the both of you wanted to say hung in the air between you, hidden in the irises of your eyes, pushed out in the short breaths. You couldn’t believe that he was there, in front of you, and your face paled, like you were seeing his ghost. He’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. And to him, you are. You’re every star in the sky, every pearl in the sea, every flower on the land. You’re every breezy spring day and romantic winter night wrapped up into one, emitting warmth and light and love with every movement. He’s looking at you in awe, he’s making you feel like he used too twenty-two years ago. He’s making you feel loved.

Twenty-two years ago, you had been in love. Twenty-two years later, you were still in love. You wondered whether it was Derry, everything here always stayed the same, maybe that meant the people within it too, maybe the reason why you still loved him was because Derry had frozen you in time. Still ageing, but always the same. But you also wondered whether it was just Stan. Stan. The man you’d loved for so long simply because of who he was. Maybe you were still in love with him because it was too hard to fall out of love with a man like that.

Then he smiles at you shyly, almost like he’s embarrassed, and in that moment, he looks younger, much younger. Like when you first met and he was looking up at you from the floor of the school corridor, after you’d shouted at Henry Bowers for pulling Stan’s Kippah from his curls. Any thought that the man in front of you isn’t Stan, that he’s some kind of imposter, fades away from you as realisation sets in. It is him. For some reason the thought shocks you more than his presence, after believing for so long that you would never see him again, the fact that he’s here, before you, makes you violently shiver and you wrap your arms around yourself as a tear slips down your face. You don’t know why you’re crying; you’re feeling too many emotions at once. Elation, love, relief, but also sadness too, sad that you’d missed out on so much time with him.

Stan doesn’t know why you’re crying either, so he panics, maybe he shouldn’t have come back. Maybe you really do hate him. He’s hurt, of course, but he only wants the best for you, only wants you to be happy.

“I…I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have come. You must hate me, and I understand, I mean I…” Stan continues to ramble, listing all of the reasons why he should leave, and then he is. He is leaving and you’re pulled out of your trance. You can’t let him leave again. Stan makes his way to the door, but he’s stopped by a small tug on his woolly cardigan, when he turns, he sees you stood there, tears streaming down your face as you continue to cling to him.

“Please don’t leave me again, Stan.” You push yourself into his arms, burying your face into his chest and crying even harder than before. Instinctively, his arms come to wrap around you as he immerses himself in your scent. Your hair still smells heavenly and your scent takes him back to when he was young, warming him from the inside out and sending tingles down his spine, a feeling of safety blooming in his stomach. Stan doesn’t think he’s ever been as happy as he is right now, knowing that you’ve missed him as much as he’s missed you.

The past twenty-two years Stan had been frightened, frightened of his past. And sure, he has good reason, he was traumatised by a child-killing clown. He almost nearly skipped out on returning to Derry altogether, not sure whether he was brave enough to face his fears again, but now he’s glad that he did. Now, Stan’s more motivated than ever to kill IT, so that he can have the life he’d always wanted, with the person he’d dreamt about could never quite remember.

You and Stan spent the next hour catching up in the back room of your shop. It served as a mini kitchen, small but practical, with a little breakfast table pushed up to the wall. You both sat, sipping from your warm mugs, as your hands intertwined on the tabletop, neither one of you wanted to let go now that you had found each other. The way that you both talked, it was like you’d never been apart. Stan tensed up after you asked what he was doing back in Derry.

“It’s…a long story. A story I don’t think you would believe. Hell, I don’t think I believe it myself.” You nodded, in slight disappointment, Stan had never been the type to keep anything from you. “I want to tell you, I do,” Stan rushes out, “I just don’t want you to think I’m crazy!”

“You know I would never think that about you, Stan.” You try to reassure him, but he wouldn’t crack.

“When this is all over,” he starts, unsure that it ever would be over, “I’ll tell you, I promise.” You nod slightly. “I need to go. Duty calls.” A small chuckle escapes the both of you before Stan pulls himself out of the chair, reluctantly slipping his hand out of yours. He reaches the door, but then turns to look at you, a soft smile on his face.

“I’ll come back, if that’s alright with you?”

“Be careful, Stan.” You couldn’t explain it, but somehow you knew that this thing, whatever it was, was serious. Dangerous, even. “Promise me I’ll see you soon?”

Stan’s heart flutters, you did want to see him again. He nods,

“Very soon. I promise.”

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lecircusfreak · 5 years

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Richie: [eating a greasy burger] hmm, you can really taste the heart-attack in this.

Eddie: [flabbergasted] Rich, that's not a good thing.

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sejanusbaby · 5 years

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Pressure — Stanley Uris

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

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

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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loving you

request: omg nsfw stan x reader where his wife (the reader) has been away on a business trip or something for her job (you can decide) and she comes home to stan and he’s all needy and clingy with her and just wants to make love to her bc he missed her ASKDKEXJ IM SOFT I-

A/N: Shdhfsbdfhdsb hello. We about to do this. I'm soft, too ahsbdfahshdshah. I sure hope it's good what I'll have written. I'm nervous about writing this. This is a first for me in some ways. I'm watching the Corpse Bride while I write. Fitting, I know. But it's one of my favourites and, since it's the 9th of halloween, what better cartoon to watch if I've already watched Coraline twice and the Nightmare Before Christmas? Three more horror cartoons to go! Happy reading!

This gon' be hot and steamy!

warnings: smut :)

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Stanley had missed her a lot. Y/N's work trip to Europe had dragged much too long for his liking. He was so ready to see her again and wrap her between the white bed sheets, along with his love and his lust and affection.

He had waited for her at the airport and greeted her with flowers, the romantic. She had nothing against it, in fact, Y/N loves cliché things such as flowers and chocolates in heart-shaped boxes and rose petals and candles… She embraced him tightly, and he spun her like a ballerina in his arms. Her face was covered with his tender, quick kisses and she had smiled, blushing as deep a red color as the roses he brought her.

Sitting in their car, Stanley was craving the feeling, the touch of her so bad, he'd gladly let her sit in his lap. But that would be against many rules of driving and steering the wheel. Screw rules, right? No, Y/N wouldn't have allowed it.

So Stan settled for his hand on her thigh for the car ride. She told him about her work trip to Europe, told him how romantic it'd be to go to Paris together, walk the streets of Venice, visit Vienna's opera house. Stanley listened and even put her words in the back of his mind as notes for later anniversary, Christmas and birthday gifts.

But Y/N noticed his hand was making bold moves on her thigh. His hold was different from his previous ones, firstly, much more grabbing. She could feel it in only the tip of his fingers, his intentions and thoughts. How the digits were pressing deeper in her skin than usual. He was never bold, he was always gentle and careful, and she loved that about Stanley. This feeling she got from his hand now was exciting her, though.

She glanced over at Stanley when his hand grasped closer to her crotch. She was only wearing a dress and his hand would soon discover her underwear. Due to comfort reasons, Y/N chose to wear her favorite pair on her return day. Soft pink, they were. Hugging her bum and hip area perfectly. That sight Stanley about to behold in a few minutes time.

Stanley left the car with Y/N's bags in his hold in a hurry. And when the door was open and the bags were on the floor, Stanley couldn't hold himself back any longer. Y/N didn't wish he would have for a second.

The couple reached their bedroom in time before all clothes were thrown off and skins marked completely, though the competition was intense. Just as their everlasting feelings for each other.

Y/N hadn't seen such an eager and lustful side of Stanley in their years of marriage. The wedding night was very similar, but not the same in excitement, she must admit. This is more than marital love, this feels more than that.

Stanley's fingers are digging small holes into the inner thighs of his wife and his lips are covering any inch of her they can get to. His pants are already gone, as well as his jacket, and Y/N's still in her dress. They're moving against each other, the movements synchronised by some inner rhythms only love can create. Y/N can already feel the length and width of how eager her husband is and she moans at just the thought of what's to happen.

She's about to have an introduction because Stanley finally reaches beyond the limits of her pink underwear. Y/N sighs, gladness spreading over her face and through the body, and her grasp tightens around Stanley's arms.

“You've… no idea how much I've missed you.” Stanley tells Y/N. His hands spread her legs wider, as well as her labia lips. Stanley's digits are soft against her skin, her very soft, velvety skin.

Y/N moans, loud and whining. Or is it…? Craving. Longing. Hunger, you might as well. Her head presses into the pillow. “Show me.” She pants to Stanley who keeps on his sweet torture on her clit as teasing and enjoyable for both as possible. “Show me now.”

“I wouldn't hold it in for the world, baby-love.” Stanley tells her in response. They both giggle, Stan realises he's made an accidental joke.

Y/N pushes Stanley off her gently, with her little hands, and sits up on her knees on the bed. Stanley's hands reach for her waist while she tries to get her dress off.

The man is in complete awe watching her. His eyes only see her and he thinks he'll see only her for the rest of his life. She's in front of him and shining like an angel. There might as well be a light blasting from behind her.

Her pink underwear is the only garment she wears. Stanley's eyes fall upon her breasts, her stomach, her neck, her arms, her legs… There's so much for him to see, too much almost. God, the things he would do to her now and the following hours and nights and days… He's got too many thoughts and options to choose from.

His wife senses his fastidious expression and grins. She knows all about what's going on his mind. Y/N slides closer to him and starts lifting his shirt off of him. Time seems to have stopped, they're in no rush. Stanley's feelings, of course, stay as intense and blood-rushing as they were the whole car ride, and all the time he waited for her at home.

Y/N puts her arms around Stanley's shoulders and tilts her head slightly. There's a soft smile itching he corners of her lips while she looks at Stanley. She's finally home, and she's so glad to be. Y/N runs her hand slowly through Stanley's curls and touches his scalp on the way. Stanley smiles. He's missed this small gesture from her, he realises.

“Mind if I show you how much I've missed you now?” Stanley questions and his hand takes Y/N's waist in almost a possessive manner. She chuckles and nods, agreeing. “You were asking for it.” He points out.

Y/N pokes his shoulder. “Shut up and make love to me, you fool.” She commands and lets go of him, dropping back down on their bed. She lays there for a second, waiting for Stanley to join her.

“I promise to.” He says, and it's all quick and hurried and lustful and everything both of them want from that second on. Quick and grabby hands, bedsheets ruffling, hair getting in the way, pairs of underwear thrown in the air. All hurried and fast, as if they were losing time. But they had all the time they could wish for, and Stanley was sure to use every second of it.

He smothers her with kisses from her lips down to her knees. Each one makes her shiver, her whimpers like music to the man's ears. His curls tickle her skin and his lips crush against her. Y/N can't wait anymore.

She takes a hold of Stanley's face and brings it back up to face hers, and she gives him a tight kiss. He can feel her impatience and knows it matches his. Stanley grins.

The second he's gone inside of her, they both feel like seven feet in the air. Stanley's head drops in the crook of her neck and he grunts, gripping the sheet under his hand. Y/N's eyes flutter shut. This is what she's been missing, what both of them have.

He's completely absorbed in everything she gives, her love, her body, her sounds, her juices and her lust. Stanley gives his love to her with every thrust of his hips and every kiss to her neck, gives his craving and tries his best to make up for the time lost.

Y/N's hands grip the back of his neck tighter and needier with each of his thrusts, and she tries to meet his hips with her own. They're not far from release, despite the desire to make this last longer.

No words need to be exchanged. Stanley knows Y/N's body as well as she knows his, he can feel that she's about to reach her peak. Stanley makes her look at him, tilting her face and she meets his eyes. Desperation, excitement, lust.

Cloudy eyes meet another pair of the same sort. Y/N nods at Stanley, encouraging him to quicken his pace and meet his release with her. She runs her hand through his hair again and pulls him down to her, their lips meeting in a kiss that make their heads spin.

Grunts and moans and whimpers, ones of success and reaching release, fill the room once the couple comes undone. Almost in sync—Stanley was only a second late.

He moved them both closer to the headboards, where the heavenly bed of pillows lay, and wrapped his arms around his wife. They had to catch their breaths. Y/N had never had love as intense as this made to her before. She found Stanley's hand with her own and interlocked their fingers.

Y/N looks at Stanley from below, her head resting on his bicep, and he smiles down at her. He presses a kiss to her forehead and Y/N giggles, pulling herself closer into her husband's embrace.

“Hope you've got more in ya'.” Stanley says to her and Y/N raises her head in question. Stanley winks.

“You mad man.” She tells him. Stanley laughs.

“A mad man in love.”

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stanthemanstan · 4 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒌𝒚 𝑰𝒔 𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

"It has a place for both of us... For you with the birds, and for me with the stars."

TSIASH masterpost...

Summary:

A phone call: a reaching out.

Memories of several forms of fright returned. Moments spent with old friends —moments spent vanquishing the unknown forces of evil that plagued the town— came back to mind. The thoughts of terror that you had managed to bury had resurfaced. You’d have to return. You’d have to face them again.

Another phone call: a final conversation.

Memories of young love returned. Moments spent with someone held impossibly close —moments spent admiring and comforting each other over those other recollections— came back to mind. The thoughts of perpetual affection that was only buried with distance had resurfaced. You thought you’d return to that, but you never faced those anticipations— only with thoughts of grief.

By the time you arrived in Derry again, Stanley Uris was gone.

When you finally meet up with the remaining Losers after all of those years, you realized that there was still danger lurking in the town. As a result, you were tasked with remembrance. Remembering everything, memories from the past, little moments, the good and the bad. And with those memories came new fears to accompany the old.

Links: Chapter I ... Chapter II ...

Pairings: Stanley Uris x gender neutral reader (as well as platonic!Losers x reader, background Richie x Eddie, Beverly x Ben, and slight Bill x Mike)

Warnings: suicide, trauma, blood, death, entomophobia, arachnophobia, spoilers for both It movies

A/N: takes place mainly in It Chapter 2. Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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randoms-world · 4 years

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Imagine advent day 24=This is love (Richie x Eddie x oc x Stanley x bill)

It was the trip they had all been planning for months when the topic of their new mate came up, they could all tell they had one more mate and they had made plans to go to a witch that could tell them were they are. Bill was just brushing his teeth when there came a nock at the door "love we're now leaving" stan says threw the door "now coming" bill says and he makes his way to the car seeing the 3 others sat in there "ready to go?" Eddie asked from the back as richie was say next to him. They drive to the dock then catch their boat to get the to the island of the witch "olay this is the most nervous I've ever felt" eddie admitted "listen it will be alright, besides ben & bev are meeting us their for support" richie says and they make the trip. After an hour they arrive and ben and bev are waiting for them "thank god you guys are finally here, this is place is amazing" bev says as she and ben helped the others with their bags and that night they had been shown where they can hunt. This is just what they need since their vampires but only feed on animal blood, what they didn't seen was a group of young dragonswas watching them from the cliff

The little ones where curious of these new comers as they had never seen anything like then before "hey guys look" stan says as they looked up at them "wow" is all richie says as the distant call of what must be there mother is heard. The 3 little ones flew towards her and the men Followed close behind them and soon the babies had landed and what the guys saw had them awe struck at what they were seeing

It was incredibly beautiful to them and what they found a little weird was that this was their mate "okay that's a little strange" richie says and they saw what they guessed was the witch they were meeting tomorrow. She did a small bow "look I know it's out if the blue but I'm meeting 4 vampires tomorrow and you need to be there" she says "need the kids too?" The dragon asked "yes, that would be even better actually" she says "yay we meeting new friends mummy" the baby that's white and black with green eyes says. The guys oddly couldn't wait till tomorrow for this meeting now "okay we'll get our answers tomorrow" stan says as they made their way back to the hotel their staying in.

*the next day*

As they finally arrived at the meeting location they had seen that the dragon from yesterday was there and it looked right at them

It let a cooe out as its babbie played close by "I see you've met her" the witch says as she steps into sight "okay now please explain" bill says "okay, jane you can change back now" she says and the dragon transforms into a very beautiful woman. The guys were in complete awe at her beauty "wow" is all she could say as she looked at each man closely "I can now say it, this is your other mate" the witch says and of course everyone was a little surprised. That's when the little ones came running over with smiles "who are they?" One of the kids asked "I guess you do deserve an explanation" jane says as she explains carefully the truth. The oldest looking one looked to then men and she grins happily "I think she liked you already" jane says smiling and they all got to know one another, what kinda saded the guys was that jane had a mate before them who was the farth to the kids but he was killed protecting them from hunters. Jane sighs a little bit "listen we promise we'll always be there for you" stan says and that made jane smile, her smile grew as she watched her kids interact with the guys.

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