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antisociallilbrat · 11 months
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I keep thinking about Stan getting a pet parrot, naming him Whisper and how Whisper absolutely hates Bill. Chases him around the house, is constantly nipping at him, and screams anytime he enters the room. In Stan’s eyes Whisper can do no wrong and so he’s always like “What did you do to him?!” At Bill and poor Bill is like!!! “Nothing! That bird is just the devil!”
Bonus: Whisper loves Richie and Stan hates it bc he’s always teaching the bird to say cuss words.
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cosmicbrowniefan · 2 years
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thinking about a stenbrough coffee shop au one-shot that i read years ago that was cute as FUCK but was deleted and i stg there is next to no stenbrough content so seeing that fic get deleted was really my villain origin story
cutest line was at the end when bill was working and waiting for stan to come in and he didn’t because he was sick so richie bursts in and just yells “ALRIGHT WHICH ONE OF YOU IS STAN’S CUTE BARISTA”
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allen-richie · 2 years
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Mismatched Beauty || past stozier
Well, who would’ve thought that out of everyone he had met in the 14 years of his life, out of everyone in the Loser’s club, that he would fall for who he proclaims as the most annoying person in Derry, Maine?
With his rat nest for hair, his mismatched outfit that is always accompanied by the most obnoxious looking Hawaiian open shirt, that big glasses that magnifies his eyes, and his shit-eating grin. Who would’ve guessed that he’ll soon think that those traits are the most beautiful thing he had ever seen? 
“STANLEY, LOOK AT THIS!” 
Letting out a sigh of exasperation, Stanley looked up from his book and turned to his right, his expression automatically switching from annoyed to disgust as he watches Richie cross-eye watching the caterpillar on the bridge of his nose. Eddie, as always, was beside Richie, trying to tell him about how disgusting the action was and ‘what if it fell to his mouth with him laughing so much?!’. Beverly was cheering the rowdy teen, with Ben trying to stop her from doing the same thing. Bill’s just laughing his stuttering ass off while Mike’s taking a picture with his newly bought camera. 
“What the fuck, Richie?” Stan scowled, placing an a bookmark on his page before closing his book, handing it to Mike as he stood up. “Do you how dirty that worm could be?” He hastily brushed the caterpillar off of his boyfriend’s nose, rolling his eyes as the other teen just grins at him, ignoring the way Eddie continued to rant about how unsanitary Caterpillars are beside him. Stan narrowed his eyes as he watched Richie push up his glasses before smirking.
“Technically,” Richie started, “Caterpillars are insects, not worms, babe” 
Babe... Will he ever get used to hearing Richie call him that?
“You know what I fucking mean, you ass” Stan huffed before turning to go back to his seat, not being to stop the small smile as he hears Beverly teasing Richie about upsetting his soulmate. 
Taking back his book from Mike, he sat back down on the log he was previously sitting on, looking up as he feels Richie sat next to him, the teen’s arm making it’s way around his shoulders as Stan rests his head on his shoulder. “What’cha reading about?” Richie asked, gently taking the book from his hands and opening it on his page. Stanley watched as his crystal blue eyes shines as he takes interest on the species of bird Stanley was previously reading about. He supposed it was one of the many things that made him fall for this teen, the way the other acts so dumb yet is one of the smartest person he knows. Another trait of his that mismatches with everything else. 
As the sun begun to set and Ben begun to desperately stop Beverly from trying to eat the caterpillar, Stan sighed in content as he and Richie read his book, not bothering to hide his laughs at the jokes and commentary his soulmate was making.
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“STANLEY, LOOK AT THIS!”
Rubbing his temples, Stanley glares at his wife as she laughs at his expression, apparently finding his annoyance to be something funny. With a quick prayer for patience, the man turned around to find him doing the same thing he did in their childhood, instead with a slug, off all things, this time instead of a caterpillar. 
“Oh my fucking god, Richie!” He, alongside the now Eddie Tozier, exclaimed, disbelief and disgust in their eyes. Stanley merely sighed in annoyance as he watches Eddie march his way to his husband, who just laughs as he threw the slug back to where he found it. He watched with fond eyes as Eddie gently wipes Richie’s nose as he scolds him about how slugs are extremely unsanitary, bringing Stanley into a train of deja vu. 
“Stanley, help me make this idiot see reason!” Eddie yelled, looking at him demanding back-up while gesturing to the smirking comedian. 
Stanley merely raised an eyebrow before taking a sip of his cup of soda, lips twitching at the sound of his wife and Beverly giggling. “I did that before and I am not going through that headache again, he’s yours to stress about now” he stated, glancing at the glinting golden ring on Eddie’s finger. 
“I still cannot believe that you two used to date,” Patty giggled, not even a drop of anything negative in her eyes as she brings up Stanley and Richie’s past relationship, “You are literally polar opposites!” 
“Opposites attract, I guess” Richie chuckled, glancing down at his husband, his hand making its way onto Eddie’s lower back. 
“Come to think, you guys never actually broke up,” Beverly mentioned, still giggling alongside Patty and Audra, the three looking like they wanted to start a conspiracy. 
Richie let out a dramatic gasp, his unoccupied hand coming up to cover his mouth, “Does this mean you’re cheating on me with Patty, Stan?!” Stanley looked at him with an unimpressed expression.
“You’re married as well, dipshit.” 
“I can’t believe he two-timed us, Patty!”
“I am not two-timing anyone, Trashmouth!”
“I should stop calling you Stan the Man, I should call you Stan the Cheater!” 
And as the two starts to bicker like they used to, not as legendary as Eddie and Richie’s bickering but just as entertaining, Beverly smiled as the best sense of nostalgia envelops her. Making her feel like she’s 14 and unburdened once again. 
‘Those two really fit each other despite being the complete opposite,’ she thought, ‘They may not be in love with each other anymore, but they certainly are still each other’s soulmate’.
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strugglequill · 19 days
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My writer's block has been hell over the past 3 months and few things make you more self-conscious about your writing than having to dictate it aloud in a quiet room. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things with some shorter fics as warm-ups for longer projects.
Here's a one-shot as a belated birthday present for Richie and for everyone who has stuck around in the sewers for all of these years. 🎈
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Title: California Dreamin' (Here on AO3)
Rating: T with reduced tagging to avoid spoilers
Word Count: 1,148
Ship: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier; Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier & Stanley Uris
Summary:
Faint pink morning sunlight filters between the cracks in his eyelids as the sounds of the world rustle back to life with a gentle movement, a dip in the mattress. Time has passed, enough for him to feel dazed.
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bagerfluff · 8 months
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If you like what you see here then you my like my Ao3.
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Harry Potter
Stranger Things
It (2017)
Teen Wolf
Voltron
Legend Of Zelda
Riordanverse
Pokémon
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Requests Are Open
I write one-shots, headcanons, and drabbles for male and nonbinary readers, no females or fem aligned readers, so fem DNI. P.S. I don't write for OC's. I do not write NSFW or smut, but I do include refences, and I imply smut/sex and I use curse/dirty words.
I count a drabble as a fic that is below 500 words. If you have a different opinion, that is fine, but this one is mine, so please don't be rude about it or rude to anyone else opinion. :)
And apology in advance if I don't do them for a while I can sometimes forget stuff.
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IT - Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh,
STRANGER THINGS - Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield,
HARRY POTTER - Anyone in Harry's era and Marauders era, but no adults. So, no adult versions of Remus, James, Regulus, etc
RIORDANVERSE - Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico di Angelo, Leo Valdez,
POKEMON - Gladion, Goh, Hop,
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imbadatwrighting · 1 year
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Dude if your writing for Stanley uris could I ask for x trans male one where the reader is absolutely completely in love with him but he hasn't transitioned yet and they don't know whether or not Stan accepts people like him so he ask bev for advice cause she like already knew a stuff. If not that alright but I've had this idea for a while and I can't write sooo....
I don’t think I’m really good at writing trans reader so I apologize if it’s kind of crappy but I tried so 🤷‍♀️also I tried to write this as an one shot but I didn’t like it so I changed it to Head-canons
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Pairing: Stanley Uris x Closeted Trans! Male reader
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Honestly the only person that knows you’re trans is Beverly
She knew before you did-
She also knows about you big crush on Stanley
You and her talk about him at your house while she gives you a shoulder massage
You tried to reciprocate that but it didn’t work out that well, so let’s just say it’s never going to happen again
She tried to be your wingman and she’s was honestly good at it…. Sometimes
Other times she’ll go one showing pictures you took of Stan to him
I mean it does help you a lot and always make him blush and like you a little bit more but not so much for you as you just think he’s embarrassed and doesn’t like you talking photos of him
When you finally muster up the courage to ask him out he of course says yes which is amazing in the moment but of course makes you realize that you will now have to definitely tell him your trans which isn’t going to be the most fun in the world
Cue complaining to Beverly now about having to put yourself to Stan instead of the usual ‘Im in love with Stan’ stuff
But even though you were talking to Beverly you still couldn’t tell Stan about it
Until after the whole Pennywise situation
I mean after getting stabbed your self and Stan almost getting his face bitten off from Pennywise, it’s a safe bet that you would want to tell him before he died
Especially after realizing he might not have a lot of year to live
Random thing but Beverly wanted to tell you so bad about not seeing Stan in the future but every time you would talk about him made it worse and worse until she just decided that she couldn’t
Who knows it might not even have been that big of a deal… right?
When you finally got to muster up your courage to tell him my boy Stan was so understanding and happy for you
You and him ever other week will go out to shops and by some more boy viewed clothing
Honestly it’s so sweet
And not at all what you thought would happen-
I mean you expected something more of him not accepting you and finding you as ‘weird’ and ‘abnormal’
Which of course was never something that was going to happen
It doesn’t matter that Stan has different views for the world
When it’s about you he’s the kindest man in the world
Omg if you wanted to get your hair cut-
He would go with you during it and might get like a trim for himself too
He would be so happy for you
But if you didn’t then that’s ok too
He tries so hard not to push your boundaries and make you happy
But the only thing that he pushes is the fact that your closeted
Honestly he doesn’t care about that stuff
You could also tell them that you two are dating and if you guys get hate then you get hate
It’s not going to stop him from loving you
But if anyone was outright mean to you about switching your gender-
It doesn’t matter if you can handle it yourself or don’t care he will be your #1 defender for life
If he had to growl and bark in order for you to not be made fun of for something you can’t control then so be it
He might like it you’ll never know until you try 🤷‍♀️
Overall this boy is literally the sweetest boy out there and he will always be there for you no matter what
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I think I did pretty good for my first time writing something like this but I don’t think I’m going to be doing trans readers often :(
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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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one shots
drabbles
imagines
song!fics
multi chapter fics 
AUs
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Not sure if I'm missing anything.
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Who I'll write for:
HP
— Golden trio era —
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ginny Weasley
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Luna Lovegood
Cedric Diggory
Pansy Parkinson
Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)
— Marauders era —
James Potter
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Regulus Black
Lily Evans
Peter Pettigrew
— General/non specific era —
Bellatrix Black/Lestrange
Tom Riddle
Narcissa Black/Malfoy 
IT 
— Losers Club —
Beverly Marsh
Bill Denbrough
Richie Tozier
Stanley Uris
Mike Hanlan
Eddie Kaspbrak
Ben Hanscom
— Bowers Gang —
Henry Bowers
Victor Criss 
Patrick Hockstetter
Reginald (Belch) Huggins 
STRANGER THINGS
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
001 / Henry Creel
Max Mayfield
Robin Buckley
Billy Hargrove
Will Byers
OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 
Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)
Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)
Elio Perlman (cmbyn)
Hal (The king)
Rue Bennett (Euphoria)
Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)
CELEBRITIES
Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 
Jenna Ortega 
Sadie Sink
Sophia Lillis 
Timothée Chalamet 
Finn Wolfhard 
Zendaya 
Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.
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Types of Readers I’ll write for:
In regards to fluff, smut and angst:
fem!reader
gn!reader
male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)
plus sized!reader
In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.
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What I will not write about:
Sexual harassment/abuse
Self Harm
ED's
Con-noncon / noncon
Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)
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Things to include when making a request:
who you want to be in it
what kind of fic you want
any specific reader you had in mind
a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about
any prompts from my prompt list (optional)
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That’s all from my side, love ya <3
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agaypanic · 1 year
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Could you do a stan uris fic where reader is sitting by the lake that they hangout(I forgot if it had a name or not) and Stanley came alone or something to calm his head and basically finds her bird watching (we all know how much he loves his birds) but he basically watches her till she finds him and basically just have it be really cute and fluffy ☺️
Bird Watching (Stan Uris X Reader)
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Summary: Stan goes to the quarry to cool down and finds that he’s not the only bird watcher in Derry.
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It had been a few weeks since the Losers had split up from Bill and Richie’s fight. No one had really seen any of the others that much, especially if they didn’t side with the same person. 
Stan had sided heavily with Richie, which was a very rare occurrence. The boy was a skeptical and anxious person, so of course, he was immediately against any efforts to investigate the terrifying things that the friend group had been experiencing that summer. Stan was glad to have at least one friend because, on top of the strange things they couldn’t explain, his bar mitzvah was coming up.
This was why he wandered through the woods to find his way to the quarry. Stan’s ceremony hadn’t really gone the way anyone planned. Of course, Richie applauded him when he said he was a loser and “always fucking will be,” but Stan’s dad, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate it in the slightest. Things had been tense in the Uris household ever since.
Bird watching had always calmed Stan. Flipping through his book to read about the birds he was seeing, sketching them, or even just admiring them up close with his binoculars. Stan needed that calm feeling now more than ever.
Stan was almost at the quarry when he halted all movements. He had heard some noise and was straining his ears to see if it was a figment of his imagination. It sounded like a whistle, like someone was mimicking a bird call. Stan slowly moved forward, out of the cluster of trees and into the clearing of the quarry. He gulped as he stared at the girl sitting on a large rock.
Stan recognized her from school, but no name came to mind. She was hunched over a book, looking up every few seconds. She would flip through pages or mimic a bird call every now and then. Upon closer observation, Stan realized she was making calls to a blue jay that was flying around.
Stan didn’t know anyone in Derry who shared his interest in bird-watching besides maybe some of the older people. He watched as the girl’s eyes darted around, following the blue jay. The bird soon left the clearing, zipping through the trees. That’s when she finally saw Stan.
“Hi.” She looked shocked but welcoming of his presence. They smiled awkwardly at one another. “Are you just gonna stand there?” Stan realized how weird he must’ve looked, standing stiffly staring at this girl. He hesitantly walked closer to her. He noted how she seemed even more pretty up close.
“I’m, uh, I’m Stan.” His hand shot out in front of him to shake hers, his other in a tight fist out of nervousness. The girl either didn’t notice or ignored it because she just grasped his hand.
“I’m Y/n.” He nodded as they shook hands, muttering her name under his breath. It sounded very nice and fitting for her.
“Do you bird watch?” He asked. It felt like a dumb question, but Stan liked to be sure of things.
Y/n broke into a wide and bright smile. It somehow made Stan both calm and more nervous.
“Yes! Oh my gosh, I love it.”
“Me too!” Y/n scooted over to make room on the rocks for Stan, who immediately sat next to her. All jitters went away as he watched her flip through the book in her lap, which was a more worn version of the bird book that he had at home.
They discussed their favorite birds and exchanged fun facts. Stan was glad he had come alone because the Losers definitely would’ve teased them about how dorky they were probably acting. He had long forgotten about the problems he was trying to get away from by being here in the first place.
An hour later, the sun was starting to set, which seemed to be the only thing stopping Y/n and Stan from continuing their conversation. Stan sighed as the natural light dimmed, not wanting to leave the peace of the quarry.
“I better go. Mom’ll kill me if I’m not back for dinner.” Y/n laughed, standing up and grabbing her things. Stan did the same.
“It was cool talking to you.” Stan smiled weakly, not wanting to go. 
“Well, you’re cool to talk to, Stan.” Y/n had the same expression. “I’ll see you around.” She then started to walk away. Stan turned to leave, but he stopped himself from taking a step.
“Wait!” They turned to face each other. Y/n looked expectantly at Stan, who for a moment blanked on what he had wanted to say. “Do you, maybe, wanna hang out on purpose sometime?” Y/n grinned.
“Yeah!” She reached into her bag, pulling out a pen and a loose piece of paper. She scribbled something on it and walked over to hand it to Stan. “Call me whenever.” Stan looked down to see the scribble was a phone number.
“Absolutely.”
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tryingtofindava · 9 months
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-ˋˏ [RUL3SSS!] ˎˊ
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What I Will and will NOT write!!!
✎I WILL write for:
Romantic, Platonic, angst, comfort, fluff, gore, NSFW,
SFW, Headcanons and one-shots.
And I only write for Fem readers & gn readers!! (soz)
✎𝗜 will 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝘄���𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿:
p£d0philia, r4p£, ANY proships!!
piss kink (can’t believe I had to add this lol)
(Anyone who asks otherwise will be blocked<3)
✎QUICK MENTION!!
I work on asks in the order I receive them, and I’m sorry
If it takes awhile for me to get to yours :)
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FANDOMS I WRITE FOR!!
Creepypasta (examples: Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, BEN Drowned, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, ‘Ticci’ Toby, X-Virus, Kate the Chaser, Clockwork, Homicidal Liu.)
Marble Hornets (examples: Tim Wright/Masky, Brian Thomas/Hoodie, Jay Merrick/Skully, Jessica Locke, Alex Kralie.)
Mushroom Oasis (Mycheal obvs.)
Five Nights at Freddy’s (examples: Michael Afton, Michael Schmidt, Vanessa. any other characters are platonic!)
Life is strange (examples: Max Caulfield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber.)
Sally Face (examples: Sal Fisher, Ashley Campbell.)
The Amazing Digital Circus (examples: Pomni, Ragatha, Jax, Gangle, Zooble, Caine, Kinger. PLATONIC ONLY!!)
The Last of Us (examples: Ellie & Dina.)
Doki Doki Literature Club (Yuri, Monica, Sayori, Natsuki.)
Stranger Things (examples: Eleven Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington.)
South Park (examples: Stan, Kyle, Eric, Kenny, Wendy. PLATONIC ONLY!)
I Am Not Okay With This (examples: Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina Bryant.)
End Of The Fucking World (examples: James & Alyssa)
IT (examples: Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kasprak, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris. PLATONIC ONLY)
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if you have any questions feel free to as them in the ask box<3
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graveincarnate · 2 years
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WELCOME! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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As of right now, this page is dedicated to all sorts of fanfiction! I write x readers, canon ship fics, etc! I have five main fandoms that I stick to, but odds are if you request something else I’ll give it a shot too; if i’ve seen the source material of course.
PAUL DANO CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:
Klitz (The Girl Next Door)
Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine) ~ NO NSFW!
Edward Nashton (The Batman)
Calvin Weir-Fields (Ruby Sparks)
Brian Wilcox (Fast Food Nation)
Martin Blythe (The Emperor’s Club) ~ NO NSFW!
Thaddius (The Ballad of Jack and Rose)
Paul Sandow (The King)
Don/Light (Light and the Sufferer)
Eli Brooks (The Girl Next Door)
SHIPS:
Klitz & Eli
Riddlebat (Bruce and Edward)
I’ve seen all of Paul’s filmography so if there’s a character not listed here that you’re looking for, I’m still open to writing them! These are just the ones that I feel most comfortable writing.
STRANGER THINGS:
Eddie Munson
Nancy Wheeler
Robin Buckley ~ WLW ONLY
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Mike Wheeler ~ NO NSFW
Will Byers ~ NO NSFW, MLM ONLY
Max Mayfield ~ NO NSFW
Jim Hopper
Fred Benson
Chrissy Cunningham
SHIPS:
Jancy (Jonathan and Nancy)
Stancy (Steve and Nancy)
Mileven (Mike and Eleven)
Byler (Will and Mike)
Lumax (Max and Lucas)
Steddie (Steve and Eddie)
IT:
Eddie Kaspbrak
Richie Tozier
Beverly Marsh
Stanley Uris
SHIPS:
Reddie (Richie and Eddie)
Benverly (Ben and Beverly)
Stenbrough (Stan and Bill)
Stanlon (Stan and Mike)
No nsfw for when they’re kids, obviously, but I am flexible with high school and college settings if that’s what you’re after. Regarding adult era, obviously nsfw is okay! Just please specify which era you want when requesting.
THE QUARRY:
Dylan (MLM ONLY)
Ryan
Emma
Abigail
Jacob
Laura
Kaitlyn
Nick
SHIPS:
Dylan and Ryan
Abigail and Emma
Jacob and Emma
UNTIL DAWN:
Sam
Josh
Ashley
Chris
Jessica
Matt
Emily
Mike
REQUESTS AND BOUNDARIES:
Requests will always be open, here’s a short list of things I will write and won’t write. I hope it’ll be helpful when requesting!
WILL WRITE:
Headcanons, fics, drabbles, oneshots, etc.
Fluff, platonic, nsfw/nsft, and anything else in-between.
Things involving drugs, preferably just marijuana, but I’ll consider harder substances if asked.
Any sort of kink, I have a few exceptions which will be featured in the ‘won’t write’ section. Anything else is free reign.
I’ll consider topics including self harm or other things of that matter, but if I feel the request is romanticizing or glamorizing mental illness it won’t be accepted. It’s important to me that depictions like that are accurate.
Female, male, and non-binary/gender neutral readers. I normally keep everything gender neutral just for more inclusivity, but if asked specifically I’ll accommodate. When requesting please specify afab or amab! If not specified I’ll try to keep it ambiguous, or offer both.
WON’T WRITE:
Kinks including: Any sort of non-con, pee, scat, or snuff. Really anything involving bodily fluids or intense violence.
Requests with names or anything specific, I want to be as inclusive as possible so anything that’s specific to a single person will be denied!
Things involving abuse of any kind (sexual, physical, emotional)
Any sort of fic about real people, this is non-negotiable!
Incest or any other taboo subject.
Please don’t be afraid to request something! I’m always itching to write and will be more than happy to write something for you!
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antisociallilbrat · 1 year
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hmmmmm richie🐰
Wilbur asking about an It character? wowowow
If Richie was a little more sober, he wouldn’t think that sounded like Bill was coming on to him but as it is he is very drunk. Okay he’ll entertain this crazy notion, it’s not like Bill can be serious anyways. “Was that a pass at me, Big Bill?”
From my Stenbroughzier one shot that one day I'll finish
Emoji wip ask game
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greenpidge101 · 11 months
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Snapchat apparently have an chat AI now… so I asked it to write me a story about Stanley….
Stanley Uris was a quiet and reserved man who lived a simple life. He was content with his job as an accountant and his loving wife, Patty. But Stanley had a secret. He was haunted by the memories of his childhood, memories of the terrifying monster that had terrorized him and his friends.
Despite his fear, Stanley knew that he had to face his demons. He reached out to his old friends from the Losers Club, hoping that they could help him confront his fears. They welcomed him back with open arms, and together they began to piece together the truth about the monster that had haunted them all those years ago.
As they delved deeper into the mystery, Stanley began to realize that he was stronger than he had ever thought possible. He found the courage to face his fears head-on, and with the help of his friends, he defeated the monster once and for all.
After the battle, Stanley returned to his simple life, but he was forever changed by his experiences. He knew that he had grown stronger, and he knew that he had a family of friends who loved and supported him. He was no longer haunted by his past, but instead, he was inspired by it. He knew that he could face anything that life threw his way, as long as he had his friends by his side.
Tell me why the AI wrote a fix-it one shot
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elinorshinning · 1 year
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Masterlist
🌸 Romance ❄️ Drama 🪄 Fantasía/Ficción 🔪 Terror 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT
Harry Potter:
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🌸 Scorpius Malfoy & Lectora: Sweet Dream.
🌸❄️ Ominis Gaunt & Lectora: You're On Your Own Kid.
🌸❄️ Draco Malfoy & Lectora: Caterpillar.
Osomatsu-san:
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🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: All Too Well.
🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: The Lonely.
❄️Choromatsu Matsuno & Lectora: We Don't Love anymore.
🌸❄️Karamatsu Matsuno & Lectora: Saturn {One Shot}
🌸❄️Choromatsu & Lectora & Todomatsu: Summer Storm.
❄️Osomatsu Matsuno & Lectora: It's Okay To Cry {One Shot}
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Watching You Watch Her
Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)
Pairing(s): Pining but not established Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak), Richie Tozier x Sandy Montgomery (OC), Stenbrough (Stanley Uris x Bill Denbrough) and Benverly (Ben Hanscom x Beverly Marsh), Mike Hanlon x Mila Roberts (OC)
Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Sandy Montgomery (OC), Mila Roberts (OC)
Rating: T
Description: Eddie struggles with the fact that Richie has a girlfriend, one that is actually pretty much perfect.
Author’s Note: This is the REVISED version of Watching You Watch Her. If you see any typos, let me know!
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Why did she have to be so fucking great?
Eddie contemplated this question as he watched Sandy Montgomery from across the room, cuddled up against the side of his best friend. Richie’s arm was slung over her shoulders and with her free hand, she had reached up to intertwine her fingers with his. He was absentmindedly tracing from her knuckles to the blood red fingernails that matched her shade of lipstick and the ribbon in her hair oh-so-fucking perfectly while he talked enthusiastically with Mike beside him.
Mike was a traitor, Eddie thought as he narrowed his eyes on them and took a sip from his red solo cup, grimacing slightly at the concoction Beverly had made him. Mike had promised him that if he came to the stupid fucking party with the rest of them that he and his current girlfriend, Mila, would stay by his side. Mike was across the room and Mila was doing shots with Beverly in the kitchen. And Eddie was standing against the wall all alone, per usual.
They were probably talking about their fucking stupid band. Richie played guitar decently and Mike could drum. They’d just started playing together at the start of the school year a couple months back and now it was all they fucking discussed. 
Sighing, Eddie rolled his eyes and felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to find Stanley sliding into place beside him. He quirked an eyebrow and had to practically yell to the other to be heard over the music, “I thought you weren’t coming?”
“It’s Jack Colins’ party. I’m not leaving Bill alone with all these drunk baseball players.” Stan sighed, looking out at the room. 
Eddie shrugged. Jack Colins was the captain of Derry High’s baseball team, which Bill had played main pitcher for since Sophomore year. He, Mike, Ben and Bev were the only reason the Losers had even been invited parties of this kind, as the athletes of the group. Mike was the varsity star quarterback and Ben and Bev both ran track and field. 
His eye line fell back upon Richie and Sandy and he felt annoyance flare to life in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he said, “Sandy wasn’t even invited.”
Stanley eyed him from the corner of his eye before sighing, “She’s Richie’s girlfriend. Loser by association, right? Those are the rules so she gets the same invites the rest of us do. Mila, too.”
Eddie set his jaw before taking another long gulp from his drink, “I know that. But we came up with those rules in middle school, when we were desperate for friends. It’s different now.”
“Different because?” Stanley asked, turning to give Eddie a hard look.
Eddie glanced away and shrugged, taking another drink, “Just because, okay? You’re dating another Loser, it’s not like it affects you anyway.”
“Are you jealous?” Stanley asked, bluntly.
Eddie nearly choked on his drink, sputtering and stammering, “What?! Why—Why would I be— I’m not jealous!”
Stan shrugged, looking between his friend and the other Losers across the room, “It would make sense, Eddie.” 
Would it? Eddie thought, following Stan’s gaze to Richie, who was still wrapped around beautiful, funny, perfect Sandy. Would it make sense?
“You’re the only Loser who isn’t dating right now.” Stan continued, having not noticed the way that Eddie had tensed up.
Eddie felt himself deflate slightly and slipped his eyes closed, leaning back against the wall and nodding slowly. Clearing his throat, he glanced at Stan before nodding and looking at his feet, “Right… yeah, because I’m not dating anyone…”
“Speak of the devils,” Stan muttered and Eddie looked up to see Mike, Richie and Sandy heading toward them. He bit back a groan and kept his expression neutral as they approached.
“Hey, Stan The Man, came to keep an eye on your boy toy?” Richie asked with that twinkle in his eye he always got when mildly intoxicated. Eddie wondered if Sandy noticed it too before shaking the runaway thought from his mind. He couldn’t think like that, it was wrong and, more importantly, it was pointless.
Stanley said nothing, just gave Richie a look before pushing off the wall and muttering, “I’m going to go find Bill.”
Mike slipped into the spot Stan had been in and nudged Eddie, “Where’s Mila? I thought she was going to hang with you?”
“She went with Bev to do some shots in the kitchen,” Eddie shrugged, looking down into his cup.
“Damn! That sounds fun!” Sandy’s melodic voice exclaimed, drawing Eddie’s attention back up without his consent. He watched as she looked up at Richie and gently tapped his cheek, “You’re lucky I like you and am willing to stay sober enough to drive your drunk ass home.”
“I know and I cherish you, San,” Richie muttered, burying his face in the thick, curly hair a top her head. 
Eddie glanced away and met Mike’s eyes, “I can take you to find Mila.”
“Nah,” Richie cut in, looking over at them with his chin resting on Sandy’s hair, “I got it. I need a refill anyway. Eds? Need anything to drink?”
Mike moved to stand with Richie, who was finally detaching himself from his girlfriend, as Eddie shrugged and shook his head, instinctually snapping, “Don’t call me Eds. And no, I’m fine.”
“Cool,” Richie nodded and quickly leaned down to kiss Sandy, “Play nice, I’ll be back.”
“Later, Loser,” Sandy laughed, shoving him away. He laughed, shortly squeezing her hand before letting her go and following after Mike.
Why did they have to be so good together?
Eddie sighed, inspecting his cup closely to avoid looking at Sandy and thus being pulled into a conversation with her. She wasn’t bad to talk to or anything… she was actually really nice and funny, which just made it all the more fucking worse. 
He shouldn’t feel this way… he had no reason on Earth to feel this way…
His luck ran out within a minute as Sandy looked around the room, her eyes falling on him as her redrum lips curled into a smile, “Eddie? Can I ask you something?”
No, he wanted to say. Fuck off, he wanted to add. But he didn’t.
Instead, he just shrugged and muttered too quiet for her to hear over the music, “Free fucking country.”
Sandy ran her gaze over his face before crossing her arms over her chest and saying loudly, “So, you really don’t like me, huh?”
His stomach dropped and he stood there for a long moment, opening and closing him mouth as he stared at her like a fucking deer in headlights.
He… he should say she was wrong, right? Wasn’t that what a good friend would do? What a best friend should do? Because he was still Richie’s best friend, right? Besides, he really had no rhyme or reason for not liking her. At least not one that made sense and didn’t make him out to be a total dick.
Finally, he managed to shake his head, “No! I— I don’t not like you, Sandy. I— I don’t even really know you.”
“And you don’t really try to,” She cocked her head to the side, “Actually, most of the time it feels like you’re avoiding me, trying to duck out of talking to me and I just wanted to know, you know, why?”
“Why?” Eddie echoed, still floored. Sandy was watching him with observant but unbothered eyes. If she really felt like he didn’t like her, it was clear that she didn’t care all that much about his opinion. He blinked and looked away before glancing back at her, “I don’t—“
“Is it because you don’t think I’m right for Richie?” She asked, tucking some of her flowing hair behind her ear, which was pierced in three places. Jesus, if he brought home a girl like her to his mother… It could possibly be worse than the way he was sure she’d react to finding out he was gay.
“No!” Eddie shook his head instantly, “That’s not it!”
“So you admit it, then? You admit you don’t like me?” Sandy quipped, a flash of something like triumph in her lush green eyes, those lips forming a confident smirk.
Eddie’s mouth slammed shut again and he shuffled uncomfortably, shaking his head and looking anywhere but at her. It felt like she was picking him apart, taking his walls away brick by brick and worming her way behind his exterior to the things he didn’t want anyone, especially her, to see. Again, he didn’t know what to say and he figured anything he managed to come up with, Sandy wouldn’t listen to anyway. 
She’d already made up her mind that she knew everything. That she was totally right…
She was right, though, wasn’t she?
“Come on, that’s gotta be it, Eds. You think I’m wrong for Rich—“
“Do not fucking call me that,” Anger flared, hot and fierce in his chest, roaring up his throat and burning it. He spun his head back to look at her, glaring and continuing on hotly, “That’s not fucking it, Sandy, okay? You’re fucking perfect for Richie, you’re goddamn everything he’s ever wanted! It’s great, really, is it! I just don’t like you because I don’t fucking like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Sandy watched him as he practically yelled at her before falling silent. She sighed, shrugging, “I mean, I don’t think that’s something anyone wants to hear but okay. There’s hundreds of personalities out there, some are bound to clash.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Eddie rolled his eyes, spotting Richie head back their way with Mike and Mila trailing behind him, “I’m leaving now, Sandy.”
He ended up having to walk home, as Mike had been his ride.
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Two weeks after the party, Eddie had finally started to wind down from the whole thing. He’d spent almost all his time since waiting for Richie to confront him about being a dick to his girlfriend but he never did. Sandy must have not told him… shocking, really, with how wrapped around each other those two were. 
Maybe it should have endeared him somewhat to her, having some secret that she’d kept, but it didn’t. He still felt like screaming every time she sat with them at lunch, on Richie’s other side, and wanted to throw up when he caught sight of his best friend leaning over to whisper some sweet nothing into her ear. It was getting to the point where he was avoiding ever hanging out with the Losers anymore because she was just always fucking there. There on Bill’s couch, snuggled into Richie’s side while they watched movies, there in the library, passing notes to Beverly about Bev’s clothing sketches, there all the time. 
He couldn’t get away from Sandy and Richie and their nauseating obsession with each other.
However, he had agreed to pattering along with Mike to a rehearsal for his and Richie’s band in their bassist’s, Danny’s, garage. 
Danny was fine… maybe even cute when Eddie gave him a little more attention but he wasn’t all that interesting or entertaining. Good enough at bass, though, Eddie guessed as he sat on the couch in the corner of the garage, reading his assigned book while the guys practiced. 
“We could try You Shook Me All Night Long?” Danny suggested, playing with some cords on his bass nonsensically.
Richie shot him a look, “Can you fucking sing Brian Johnson, Danny? Cuz, I sure as hell can’t. I can barely manage some of Jagger’s range so no, we’re not going to try You Shook Me All Night Long. Ideas, Micycle?”
“I don’t care, Rich,” Mike sighed, glancing over at Eddie, who was still hunched over his book, “Something from Queen? We’re decent with Under Pressure or Another Bites The Dust.”
“See, Danny?” Richie snarked, pointing to Mike, “That’s what a good idea sounds like, you should try it on for size sometime.”
Mike laughed as Danny flipped Rich the bird before starting the iconic bass line for Under Pressure. Hearing this, Eddie glanced up, his eyes immediately finding Richie. He watched as the spastic asshole looked back at Mike, nodding in unison before they both joined Danny and started singing at the same time. 
Eddie loved Queen… And he loved watching Richie play. Watching Mike and Richie play, that is. 
Eyes trailing to follow Richie’s spidery digits as they found the cords on muscle memory alone, he suddenly felt like all the air had gone from his lungs, like Henry Bowers had just clocked him cold in the gut. Biting his lip, he forced his head back down and stared at the words on the page before him but not reading a single word.
All he could think about was that look of earnest concentration on Richie’s face that he only got when he was still getting comfortable playing a song… 
He let out a breath of air and felt his face burn. Fucking humiliating.
Humiliating and pointless.
They played through the song and followed it by striking up the rhythm of Everybody Wants To Rule The World and then playing into Bastards of Young. After that song, Richie called for a break, eyeing the clock. He sighed, “Alright, San just got off work so she’ll be here in a bit, that cool, Danny?”
Danny shrugged, “I don’t care. Just don’t, like, fuck in my house.”
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and forced the image of Sandy and Richie intimately wrapped up together from his mind as he heard Richie chuckle, “I swear to save all the fucking for her place later, Danny Fanny.”
Jumping up from his seat on the couch so that his book went tumbling to the floor, Eddie hastily snatched it up and ran a hand down his face, “I—Uh—I just remembered I gotta go so I’m just going to—“
“Seriously?” Richie asked, eyebrows drawing together. “You have to leave?”
“I— Yeah, my mom’s got, like, a thing so I’ll just walk back home before she freaks the fuck out,” Eddie shrugged, being uncharacteristically rough as he shoved his book into his backpack and kept his eyes on the ground.
Richie sighed, watching him, “Why are you so fucking busy all the time, now? You skip movie nights, you flake out of study sessions at Bev’s and Bill’s… It sucks, we barely hang out anymore, Eds.”
Eddie let out a humorless laugh and shot Richie a look, “Yeah, because that’s my fault.”
“Guys…” Mike broke in, raising his eyebrows.
At the same time, Richie rubbed the back of his neck and shot back, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Eddie huffed, turning back to face Richie fully, “You’re the one who’s been too busy shoving your tongue down some random girl’s throat to make plans, not me.”
“Some random girl?” Richie snapped, sounding genuinely angry for the first time in the conversation, “Sandy’s not some random girl. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, I know,” Eddie shook his head, “So, I’ll just wait the month or however long this one’s gonna last and then just hang out with you after.”
“Eddie!” Mike scolded, shaking his head. 
Danny was watching the two like they were a tennis match.
Richie turned his head away, laughing to himself in a humorless fashion before nodding and looking back at Eddie, “You know what? Fuck you, Eds. At least I’ve been in more relationships than just one four-day long fling from a year ago. What are you, twelve?”
Eddie glared, jaw set as he slung his bag over his shoulders, “Fuck you, too, asshole. As if there’s even anyone in Derry worth wasting my time on.”
With that, he shoved his way out of the garage and out of the house, heart still hammering in his chest and his blood boiling. Why was everyone always so fucking obsessed with how many people you’d dated anyways? And it wasn’t like he had a ton of options, being gay in Derry, anyway and Richie fucking knew that! 
Crossing his arms over his chest, he made it to the end of the driveway before Mike caught him.
“Eddie!” He heard his friend calling to him, “Eddie, come on, wait!”
Throwing his head back dramatically, he spun on his heel to face him, “What do you want, Mike?”
Mike stopped before him, opening and closing his mouth and glancing away before sighing and rubbing his hands together, “You… you can’t really be mad.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?! He said—“
Mike cut him off before his voice could rise up too high, “He said what he did because you started it! And you… really don’t have a right to start stuff about him and Sandy.”
“A right?” Eddie demanded, “What does that even—“
“You could have done something about it, Eddie,” Mike broke in again forcefully before sighing again and continuing softer and more somber, “You— you had every chance to make a move and you didn’t.”
Eddie stood there in Danny Costello’s driveway and felt like sinking right through the crust of the Earth so that he could burn up in the fucking core. That would be better than this, then having this conversation, because this couldn’t be happening. No one— No one could know that he— 
He swallowed and stared at Mike, barely whispering, “I— I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Mike let out a long breath and nodded, keeping Eddie’s gaze, “Well, I think you do… And you can’t be mad at him for not waiting around for you to do something about it.”
“I’m not mad,” Eddie answered without thinking, “And I’m not— I didn’t expect— I don’t— Mike, I — I gotta go. My mom— I gotta go.”
He nearly tripped over himself in his haste to get away. 
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It was movie night again and Eddie had forced himself to go.
He was being ridiculous, he had realized that on his walk home from the band rehearsal two days before. He was the one with the problem. He was being unreasonable, he was being crazy. And in the long run, it wouldn’t matter one way or another what Sandy thought of him but it would matter if Richie was mad.
His own idiocy wasn’t worth fighting, really fighting, with Richie. They didn’t fight, well, at least not the kind of fighting where they ended up honestly mad at each other. They snapped, they bickered, they argued but they didn’t ever mean any of it. It was just the way they were and Eddie wasn’t willing to risk that just because he was being a fucking psycho. 
He’d gone to Richie’s locker first thing the next day and apologized. He even taken it a step further, promising he would make time to get to movie night that week… Which was how he’d wound up in his current situation.
It wasn’t actually bad yet, he thought, laughing as he watched Beverly, Mike, and Bill playing  flip cup, without alcohol as Bill’s mother was upstairs, around the coffee table before him. 
Richie, and by extension Sandy, hadn’t gotten there yet, his eyes unwittingly flickering to the other end of the couch, where the two usually snuggled. His chest constricted and he almost reached for the inhaler he didn’t carry anymore before grasping the pillow he had been hugging tighter.
Stupid.
“D—Dammit, Bev, how are you suh—so good?” Bill asked, leaning back on his hands as Beverly won yet another round against him and Mike.
The red head winked at him, adding, “I’m even better at beer pong.”
“We know,” Mike rolled his eyes, reaching up to flick one of the empty solo cups at her. Beverly easily caught it in air and set it on the edge of the table, flipping it in one try before giving Mike a cocky smile.
“Where’s Mila?” She asked as she gathered up the other cups and handed them up to Ben, who took them out to the kitchen for her. 
Mike rolled his eyes, “She had to work and she refused to switch shifts with her friend because I guess she’s mad at me for something, I don’t know. She said she wants a night where she doesn’t have to see my face.”
Beverly laughed, leaning into Ben’s side as he took his spot beside her once again. From the chair over to the side, Stanley glanced over at them from his homework, “Well, you must have done something. Mila is the first sane girl you’ve dated.”
“I think she’s bugged that I cancelled plans to meet her parents this weekend,” Mike shrugged, “I didn’t want to but my grandpa said he needs me all weekend to help with this seasons harvest.”
“Still,” Bill said, shaking his head, “C—Can’t cancel on the girlfriend’s p—parents, Mike.”
Mike was about to respond when the front door flew open, causing half of them to jump. Eddie, so thoroughly desensitized to Richie’s dramatic entrances, merely glanced over his shoulder and felt his heart jump into his throat. Richie was grinning, actually grinning, not the smirk-smile thing he did most of the time, and he was alone. 
He felt his palms grow sweaty as he turned around fully to greet the trashmouth, “You’re late, asshole.”
Richie raised his eyebrows at him, still smiling wide and real, “Am I? Whoops.”
Behind Eddie, on the floor Beverly shot him a playful glare, “Yeah, Trashmouth, and it’s your turn to pick the movie, too, so we couldn’t even start anything without you.”
“Right,” Richie laughed a little and shook his head to himself. 
Eddie’s eyebrows drew together and he glanced over his shoulder at Stanley, who also looked perplexed. Something was off. Usually about now, Richie would make some joke about how his pick for the week was some porn knock-off of a famous movie or something like that. He’d have already climbed over the back of the couch and pinched Eddie’s cheeks, saying hi and commenting about how cute he looked. 
Instead, he was still just standing there, smiling to the point Eddie was starting to wonder if he was high on something.
Stanley spoke before he could, asking, “What are you giggling about, Trashmouth?”
Richie reached up, rubbing the back of his neck, and laughed again before declaring dramatically, “My dearest friends, I have come to the conclusion that I am completely obsessed, utterly in love, totally devoted!”
Before he could stop it, Eddie felt his expression go slack, his lips parting slightly as his breath caught in his throat. 
Richie didn’t seem to noticed that or anything else, throwing his arms skyward as he rambled on, “I am in love with Sandra Penelope Montgomery and I must declare my love to the Heavens!”
“Please,” Eddie heard Beverly’s voice from somewhere distant, even though he was sure she was within reaching distance behind him, “Don’t do that, Tozier. But congratulations, I like Sandy. She’s good for you.”
“Yeah, that’s awesome, Rich,” Ben, again sounding miles away, added.
Eddie blinked, feeling the air in his throat and lungs like a fire that was licking him up from within. He couldn’t look at Richie, at his big, wide smile anymore, his eyes darting to his hands instead as he heard all the others cracking jokes or talking about how fucking great Sandy was and how happy they were for Richie. He wanted to join them, wanted to be happy for Richie too, but instead all he felt was that burning and a sense that he was on the verge of an asthma attack. 
Breaking into a coughing fit, grasping his throat, he muttered something about needing water and bolted for the kitchen. He barely stumbled through the door but managed, going to the sink and turning the cold water on to full blast. 
Each breath of air felt like pins and needles in his lungs and he felt his eyes prickle with tears as he reached out to grasp the counter so hard his knuckles turned white. His vision was becoming tunneled and it hit him a like a Mac truck that he was having a panic attack. A full blown, real deal panic attack.
He was having a panic attack and he wasn’t sure wether he was going to pass out, vomit down his front or just fall over dead right there. All he was sure of was that something awful was happening, something so awful he couldn’t even think it without wanting to cry.
Leaning down, he forced his eyes closed, taking in one breath at a time. He started off shaky and lightheaded but slowly, slowly managed to achieve some semblance of steady oxygen flow before he felt a hand fall onto his back. He jumped, standing up straight and whirling around to find Mike leaning against the counter beside him.
Eddie met the other boy’s eyes and quickly darted his gaze away, shame and embarrassment welling in him. He looked up at the ceiling, letting out a long, shaken breath before barely whispering, for only Mike to hear, “He’s in love with her.”
“I know...” Mike mumbled, shifting beside his friend, unsure of how exactly to help. He settled on reaching out to rub Eddie shoulder, “I’m— Eddie, I really am sorry.”
Eddie shook his head, bringing his hands up to run them down his face, wiping away any tears that had slipped through his defenses, “It doesn’t matter.” 
He wasn’t completely sure who he was trying to convince, himself or Mike. Either way it was true. It didn’t matter, how he felt about Richie, how Richie felt about Sandy, none of it. It never had. Because so what if Mike had been right? So what if he did have feelings for Richie? Not a single part of it changed what was happening now. Richie was in love with Sandy and Eddie...
He squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head at himself before turning his head to Mike, “I’m fine Mike, I just need some water. You’re going to miss the start of the movie. Just, go.”
Mike watched him carefully for another minute before nodding slowly and slipping out of the kitchen. Eddie stood there alone for another minute, feeling that overwhelming sense of dread wash over him again but this time keeping himself together despite it. He bit his lip hard and bounced on the spot, taking more deep breathes before turning around and getting himself a glass of water.
He wasn’t dead, he reminded himself.
He could live with Richie being in love with Sandy. He could move past that, right? Surely. 
Eddie’s brain flickered back to that sight of Richie, smiling bigger than he thought he’d ever seen, coming into the house just moments ago. Richie, looking happier than Eddie could remember him being in a long time. That couldn’t be a bad thing, could it?
Richie being happy?
He could survive this, live with the burning in his chest. As long as Richie was happy, he could do that easily.
Gulping his water, Eddie schooled his expression into a casual smile and went back to the living room to watch whatever dumb ass movie Richie had picked with his friends.
As long as Richie was happy, Eddie would find a way to be fine with it.
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bagerfluff · 3 months
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Half Asleep and In Love
Stanley Uris x Male Reader
Prompt - "Will you marry me?"
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Y/n yawned as he entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Maybe he shouldn’t have stayed up playing video games. Because he felt like shit. Y/n then moved to sit out on the porch. “Told you” Y/n heard a voice say. Y/n smiled as he recognized the voice as his boyfriends. As soon as Y/n saw Stan Y/n stopped moving.
Stan was sitting in a porch chair that they had installed a couple months ago for hanging out on the porch when the weather was nice. Stan was also reading a book. This had been Stan’s routine ever since they had put that chair in. Stan woke up an hour before Y/n so he would make himself a cup of tea and read before Y/n woke up. 
This was the first time Y/n ever saw this and he loved it. Stan was in a baby blue robe and he was laying, taking up the entire swing. He was facing Y/n but his sight was in his book. The sun was rising so it caused a golden hue to cast itself over Stan and Stan looked like a god.
His hair was a mess since Stan always got ready at exactly eight. It was right now six. An hour before Y/n got up. That caused Stan’s dirty blond hair to look like a halo. Stan also looked relaxed. That was something that you didn’t really see with Stan ever since ‘it’ happened. Stan was always stressed with something. The fact Stan was happy and looked like an angel made Y/n’s heart race.
It was that moment that Y/n realized that he wanted to marry Stan. He wanted every day to be like this one. He wanted to be Stan’s husband, not boyfriend. He wanted to talk to people then point at Stan and say ‘that’s my husband’. Y/n smiled at the thought of marrying Stan and placed his cup of joe on the railing as he walked over to Stan.
“I told you you shouldn’t have stayed up late” Stan stated without sparing a glance at Y/n. Y/n nodded as he placed himself on top of Stan. Wrapping his legs around Stan’s hips and arms around his chest. His head right under Stan’s head. Listening to Stan’s heart beat. Stan sighed as he kissed Y/n’s head and placed his hand on Y/n’s hair. Playing with it. 
Y/n tired to sleep but that thought lingered in his head. Y/n had to tell Stan. So he did. “Will you marry me?” Y/n asked, playing with a string on Stan’s robe. Stan’s hand stopped playing with Y/n’s hair for a moment, scaring Y/n. But it continued a few minutes later. “Did you just ask me to marry you?” Stan asked. Y/n nodded as he moved so he could look Stan in his eyes.
Y/n could look into Stan’s eyes forever. Y/n could die and as long as he saw Stan’s eyes before he did he would be happy. “We're twenty,” Stan pointed out. “So what” Y/n shot back almost as soon as Stan said it. “You're half asleep,” Stan pointed out. “And in love” Y/n added. 
Both were true. Y/n was tired but he was in love too. More than he was tired. Stan blushed. “In that case” Stan said with a smile as he closed his book. “Then yes, I will marry you” Y/n smiled as he kissed Stan before laying down. Y/n fell asleep almost instantly and Stan then went back to his book.
Putting his hand in Y/n’s hair to play with it after pressing a kiss to it. It wasn’t a normal proposal. But both boys were happy. And that’s all that mattered. Plus now Y/n would call Stan his fiancé. And that was one step closer to calling his husband. 
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marvelous-maeve · 2 years
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𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂
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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
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