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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Calm Your Nerves - Stanley Uris x Fem! Reader (NSFW)

Description: Stan's nerves are eating away at him before he and his wife are set to meet up with the other Losers again, luckily his wife knows just how to help him calm his nerves. Part 2 of A Better Bath

Warnings: Smut

Names used: Babylove, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 3.1k

Note: I have one more Stanley Uris request in my ask box, but after I finish that I'll be taking a break from writing for Stan!

“You still aren’t dressed?” She stepped into the small room they’d been given at the townhouse. She’d wanted to make her own reservation for the trip, if only to give herself something that she could control, but Mike told her that he had everything handled, and that was that. She stepped closer to Stan, worry clear on her face.

She’d been hard-pressed to let him out of her sight since they’d gotten the call, since she’d practically broken down the door to his office, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the letters that he was writing. She’d known. She’d probably known he would try it since they were kids, since he’d taken that broken bottle piece and jokingly pretended to cut his own wrists when they made their vow. That memory had come from the depths of her mind. The vow. Derry, Maine. The Losers Club. Georgie. It.

All of it had come rushing back to her and if it hadn’t been for the trashcan that Stanley kept by the door to his office, she knew she would have ruined their carpets. That didn’t matter though. It didn’t matter because Stan was here, he was here in front of her, sitting on a bed in the Derry townhouse, looking like a miserable puppy who’d been forced to take a bath, his wet hair from his shower still clinging to his forehead.

She stepped closer to him, moving to stand between his legs so that she could properly brush the hair from his face. He leaned into her touch, his arms coming to wrap around her legs as he leaned his head against her stomach. “It isn’t too late for us to leave,” he mumbled to her, his voice hoarse. “We can still go home and pretend this never happened.”

“Stan,” she scolded lightly, “We made a promise.”

“When we were kids!” He stressed, pulling back to look up at her with wild eyes. She could see the fear that was reflected in them and it made her heart constrict in her chest. She hated to see Stan so worried.

“Hun,” she took his face in her hands, trying to comfort him as best she could, “It’s just dinner with some old friends.”

“But Mike-”

“Could be wrong,” she interrupted. She leaned down, capturing his lips with her own in a sweet kiss. She took one of Stan’s hands in her own as they pressed their lips together slowly, sweetly. His hands were shaking. There was another moment as she pressed closer to him, his hands began rubbing at the back of her thighs, skating over the curve of her ass. She pulled away from the kiss slowly, her hands pressing into his shoulders to push him back toward the bed. “I think,” she slowly climbed onto the bed to straddle him, “that you need to take your mind off of things. Calm your nerves a bit.”

Stan’s hands landed on her hips, tugging her down to grind against him in a slow roll. She gave a gasp at the delicious pressure, her hands coming to rest against his naked chest for support. Stan only tilted his head back with a satisfied sigh. “I certainly won’t say no.” He brought her down to roll against him again.

She could feel him growing harder against her, his boxers were the only thing separating his growing cock from her jean-clad legs. She ground down against him again, tilting her head back as the move caused the seam of her pants to rub against her deliciously. “We have to be quick,” she warned him.

“I can be quick,” he assured her, his hands already tugging at the button of her pants, “But you have to get these fucking things off.” His words were nothing more than a low growl, ripped from his throat viciously. His cheeks were going pink and with that clouded look in his eyes, she knew that he was focused on one thing and one thing alone: burying himself deep inside of her.

She was quick to climb off of him, shimmying out of her pants and panties as quickly as she could. Stan was in a similar boat, kicking off his boxers quickly to reveal his hard cock to the world. She licked her lips at the sight of it, feeling heat pooling in her stomach and her hands aching to wrap around his length.

She watched wide-eyed for a moment as Stan wrapped a hand around his cock, giving himself a few slow jerks as moans pulled from his throat. She wasn’t going to stay still for long and was quick to take the few steps back toward the bed, batting Stanley’s hand away to replace it with her own.

Stan’s head tilted back against the bed, his lidded eyes watching her face as her hand slowly worked his cock. She let her hand tighten and loosen in a quick rhythm. Tighter at the bottom and softer at the top. Her face flushed slowly as Stan’s moans grew more desperate, his hand coming forward to yank at her shirt, trying to tempt her to just climb on top of him and take him already. Her cunt throbbed at the thought.

Still, she couldn’t force herself to, not when she could see the little bit of pre-cum at the tip of Stan’s cock, the sight was just too tempting. It was too tempting and she loved to hear the noises that he made. With that thought in mind, she let her hand stroke to the bottom of his cock before she dived down, giving a quick kitten lick to the tip of his dick. Stan’s hips jerked under the quick movement. “Fuck! Babylove,” she interrupted his words by wrapping her mouth around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around him quickly. His voice sounded wrecked as another breathy moan pulled from his lips, “fuck, I thought we had to be- oh god, quick?”

She didn’t answer, only hummed amusedly in response. His responding whine made her throb. She dropped to her knees in front of the man, a bit more comfortable of a position than trying to lean over him. Her mouth continued working him, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, laving her tongue over the side of his cock. It wasn’t until she’d taken him almost as deep as she could that she hollowed her cheeks, giving a harsh suck that had his hands flying to her hair and his hips jumping up into the feeling.

She nearly choked on his length as it abused the back of her throat, but she managed to keep her gag reflex in check, allowing Stan to use his hand in her hair to begin guiding her mouth up and down on his cock, quicker and quicker as his moans grew more desperate. “So good for me,” he moaned out, “so fucking good, letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

She whimpered around his cock, feeling her face flush red again. She could feel herself clenching, aching to have some sort of pressure against herself. Her free hand dropped down, teasing her clit with slow strokes at first before speeding up to match the pace with which Stan was fucking her mouth. As usual, Stan seemed to know exactly how much she was getting off to this. He knew her inside and out, and he could tell from her moans the second she’d started to touch herself.

“Playing with your cunt, aren’t you?” He gave a moaned-out laugh, his hips beginning to jump up into her mouth. She could feel him twitching on her tongue. At his words, she pressed her fingers harder to herself, moving quicker to feel those jolts of pleasure work through her legs and slowly begin to fog her brain. “God, I wanna fuck you so bad, babylove.”

Spit slicked down her chin, the force of his growing thrusts making her gag around his length. He felt too good fucking her throat, she couldn’t even think about the fact that she likely wouldn’t be able to speak properly afterward, but she knew she wanted it. She wanted him to wreck her, she always did. The thought made her moan around his length, her hand on her clit slowly sinking lower to tease around her entrance. She prodded one finger inside of herself, it was far too little of a stretch, but soon she was able to add another and that, combined with the pressure of her palm still stimulating her clit, was enough to have her mind going blank.

The sounds of moans and obscene sucking noises were the only thing in the room. They were being loud, as per usual, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. The walls in the building were thin, and she knew if anyone else was there they would be able to hear exactly what they were doing. The thought only made her lick and suck at Stan more vigorously. Let them know, let all of their friends know just how much they loved each other.

Above her, Stan’s hips began to jerk more wildly, his hand tightened in her hair, and his moans grew more and more desperate, choked off with every move. She knew he was close, which was why she was so disappointed when his grip in her hair forced her off of his cock, a small bit of drool still connecting her mouth to his soaked cock. “Fuck,” He sat up from the bed, his face red and his eyes wide, “Get up here babylove, Let me finish in you, huh? Fuck you full.”

The words pulled a startled gasp from her and she gave herself one last good pump of her fingers inside of herself before pulling them out and scrambling to her feet. She moved to straddle Stan, crawling on top of him and feeling his cock rub deliciously over her entrance. Stan was quick to capture her soaked hand, the one she’d buried in her cunt. He brought it to his mouth, locking eyes with her as he let his mouth wrap around the digits, licking them clean.

He moaned around her fingers, “You taste so good,” he pulled them out of his mouth, placing a kiss on her palm and beginning to trace kisses up her arm so that he could sink his face into her neck as his hands pulled her hips flush to his, both of them gasping at the resulting pleasure. “When this is all over,�� he muttered into the skin of her throat, “I want to taste you. We’ll make an afternoon out of it.”

“Stan,” she muttered lowly, embarrassment and lust in her voice. Just the thought of Stanley with his face buried between her thighs had her cunt clenching around nothing. “Please, baby,” she begged.

“Please what?” Stan muttered against her ear, amusement clear in his voice. “You have to be a bit clearer, babylove.”

She whined, feeling his teeth nipping against her neck, leaving little marks as one of his hands trailed up, tracing under her shirt and up to her bra. He groped at her breast through her bra, pulling a gasp from her throat as his thumb rubbed deliciously over her nipple through the material. “Please,” she rolled her hips against his, pulling a breathy laugh from his throat, “Fuck me. Please!”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Stan pulled away from her throat, quickly capturing her lips against his own, a grin on his face. His hand on her breast pulled away, slowly skating down her stomach to teasingly brush against her clit. He used his grip on her hip to pull her down, his hand grasping his cock to line himself up before he was ever so slowly sinking her down onto his length.

She gave a gasp at the feeling, a long moan pulled from her throat as her head tilted back. He was moving so slowly, so torturously slowly. She tried to roll down, seeking that little bit of friction from him, but his hands on her hips stopped her, forcing her to take him at the pace that he set. “God, Stanley,” she whined out, her legs shaking as her arms came to grip his shoulders, pulling him tighter against her in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss.

They both gasped when he finally bottomed out. Stan moved away from her lips, burying his face back into her throat to suck marks against her skin. He just held her there for a moment, not moving. Finally, after she started to squirm against him, desperate little whines leaving her throat, he began to move, using his grip on her hips to roll her against him. “Go on, babylove,” he muttered into her ear, giving a quick nip to the skin there, “ride me.”

He leaned back then, a smug grin on his face as his hands stopped moving her. It was clear to see that he was going to make her do most of the work. The thought had a shiver running down her spine, her heart beating faster in her chest as she clenched around him. He moaned at the feeling.

She let her hands move to rest against his chest, using the leverage to slowly lift herself up, before dropping back down onto him hard, both of them moaning loudly at the stimulation. She repeated the movement again, building a slow but hard rhythm that had both of them desperate, harsh little moans forced from their throats. With every move of her hips, she could feel Stanley inside of her, brushing pleasantly against her walls and hitting that spot that had her back arching and her nails digging into his chest. Her clit was rubbing deliciously against the hair at the base of his cock, sending little jolts of pleasure up her spine with every move.

Stan’s hands grasped at her hips harder, tugging her against him harder and harder with every thrust. His hips began canting up into the feeling, little grunts escaping his mouth as his eyes grew hazy and his mouth dropped open. Whispers of her name, of how good she was, of how much he loved her escaped his mouth, causing her to slam herself harder against him.

Her legs burned with the movement and she knew that she would be sore by the end of this, but she couldn’t make herself care, her head tilted back at the exertion, but pleasure wracked her spine. Her mind was cloudy, the only thought in her head was a constant stream of his name. Just him, him, him over and over and over. “You feel so good,” she moaned, tilting forward to hover over him.

He groaned at her words, his body tense. She could tell her movements were growing slower by how tense he was. He was trying to let her do it, trying not to just snap and fuck into her. The thought made her warm and she clenched around him again. There was an itch in her as well, they both knew that neither of them was going to be able to reach their end this way. It just wasn’t going to happen. “Stan,” she moaned, dropping down to press kisses against his naked chest. She took his nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it and rolling forward at the desperate gasp he gave. “Fuck me,” she spoke against his skin, “Please, please, fuck just take me, baby.”

He didn’t need any more permission than that. With a quick grab of her hips, he was flipping their positions, smoothly rolling her over to her back so that he could begin to pound into her at a quickening pace. Each of his thrusts pulled a whining moan from her throat, the bed beneath them creaking dangerously at the pace and force that he was fucking her with.

She could feel pleasure rising up inside of her, every thrust forcing it higher and higher until she was threatening to spill, her hands scratching across his back and shoulders. He was giving harsh little grunts into her skin, sweat slicking his forehead as he fucked her harshly. His words stayed sweet though, “So good for me, babylove, so fucking good. Taking me so good, so fucking tight.” She could feel his pace beginning to change, his hips moving more erratically as he neared the edge as well.

“Please,” her head lolled back against the bed, arching up against him, desperate for that stinging pleasure to continue hitting at her. Stanley delivered, pulling her leg up over his shoulder so that he could fuck into her deeper and deeper.

It wasn’t long after that, the sounds of skin slapping skin speeding up, growing more erratic, when she finally found herself being pushed toward the edge. She could feel herself shaking, her entire body going tense as the pleasure continued building higher and higher before finally, with one last harsh snap of Stanley’s hips against her own, she was thrown over the edge with a call of his name.

Stan wasn’t far behind her, the tightening of her cunt around his cock sending his hips stuttering against her own. Only a few more thrusts and he was giving a grunt, burying himself deep inside of her with a harsh grunt.

She came back to herself several moments later, wrinkling her nose at the feeling of warm cum seeping down her thighs. She didn’t say anything though, only brought her hand up to begin carding it through Stanley’s hair, just letting him lay with his head against her shoulder. They would have to move soon, no doubt they were already late, but she wasn’t going to tell him that just yet. They could take a few more moments, they could be late if they needed to be.

“Alright?” She checked with him again as they pulled into the parking lot. She was driving, knowing that he was far too nervous and distracted to be behind the wheel of a vehicle.

He took in a deep shaky breath, wiping his hands on his pants but giving her a smile nonetheless. “I’ll make it,” he leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Come on, I think we’re late.” He sent her a playful wink, one that had her heart fluttering in her chest and a smile pulling at her face.

She didn’t know what was about to happen, she didn’t know if what Mike told them was true, but she did know that she would be able to handle it. She could handle it so long as she had Stan beside her, he helped her calm her nerves.

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 3 months

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Richie: I know how to drive

Eddie: You do?

Richie: Yeah, I drove your mom

Stanley: Yeah, up a wall

Credits to @certifiedscarecrow

#these three #what do i do with you richie #stanley is trying to save the day #eddie is so done with richie #so is stanley #richie tozier #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #steddie #stan uris #richie x eddie #richie x stan x eddie #it 2017 #it 2019

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kalsiferdraws · 10 months

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Stan is definitely bragging

#art #digital art #artists on tumblr #my doodles #illustration #it #bill x stan #richie tozier #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #stanley uris #stenbrough #band au #also featuring #self doodle #its technically a preview #if you read the fanfic #i was excited #cant be contained.

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walmarttrashbag · 6 months

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Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

So many Losers x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I need a longer break please...

Bill Denbrough:

Stuttering mess around you. Would kill Pennywise X10 for you... Even other people just for you, too....

Beverly Marsh:

Lesbian for you. She lost her feelings for Bill a long time ago when she saw you. Will burn people with her cigarettes for you.

Ben Hanscom:

Writes lots of poems for you. Will try to protect you around Henry and his goons. Things will get bloody.

Richie Tozier:

Will always make you laugh. Beats people up with his trusty bat. Lets you try his glasses.

Stanley Uris:

Is scared with you. Tries to comfort you. Let's you play with his ramen hair. Holds you so tight.

Mike Hanlon:

You already know. This man will murder for you. People and sheep are much different. Will show you so much love aftward.

#richie trashmouth #richie tozier #richie tozier x you #richie tozier x reader #mike hanlon #mike hanlon x reader #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #stan uris #stanley uris #ben hanscom

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tastytoecheese · 2 years

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When Stan fought the bird in the tunnel and Richie was the first to thank/congratulate him

#it book #stozier #stan x richie #richie x stan #richie tozier #stan uris #richie trashmouth #stanley uris #this is from the book #even if you don't ship them they are definitely best friends

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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I don't think it's mathematically possible that Will and Bill got together on their own so my idea is that Mike W and Stan teamed up because it was getting ridiculous watching them do what has been dubbed "The Staring Dance" where one of them will openly stare until looking away when the other turns to openly stare. I like the idea of Stan pretending to be disgusted and just looking at a fully checked out Bill and being like "I'm trying to eat here dude"

Ah ha the brain worms!

Okay hear me out, back to that coffee shop, Will and Bill are both regulars but sometimes Mike W and Stan joins them respectively.

Mike W is bitching about something that happened at his fancy college professor job and when he sees Will isn't paying attention, he gets frustrated and goes like: "What are you staring at thats so important??" and turns around to see Bill across the loft. Mike is a little shit and he makes it his game plan to get Will to talk to Bill.

OKAY Wait I also really love ElStan so one day when El joins Will in the coffee shop, Stan right in the middle of poking fun over Will when he looks up and sees El and he just,,,stops mid taunt. Now Bill has something to make fun of Stan over.

Back to Bryough (Yes this is the ship name I've decided) Mike and Stan eventually end up talking and come up with a plan to get Bill and Will to stop dancing around each other and,,, oh my, I need to make this a one shot don't i?

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little-nobody · 2 years

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i am going insane, if you couldn't tell

#it movie #richie tozier #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stanley uris #losers club #i would die for them and i mean it #ok but they are a bunch of dorks #stan when he hates everyone /j #these idiots were so hard to categorize #but i KNEW what to do with richie without a doubt in my mind #misery x cpr x reese's puffs x apple bottom jeans x material girl #this was fun but probably a huge waste of time #hope you guys like it <3 #oh yea figured i should mention #i'm going on a date with your mom on monday

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adalynn · 1 year

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𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙍

(CHAPTER ONE: SCHOOL’S OUT FOR SUMMER)

word count: 5.9k+

warnings: swearing, bullying, the use of the word “slut” used, and that’s about it

enjoy chapter 1!

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𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘦 13𝘵𝘩, 1989

6:45 𝘢.𝘮.

stephanie palmer stepped out of the door of the gray, two-story house on kansas street and sniffed the air. it was warm and fresh with a bit of coolness and spice to it. to the pre-teen girl, it felt like it had a special significance: it marked, in her own mind, the official start of summer. if it hadn’t been for the fact that the school year wasn’t over just yet, she would have honestly thought that the summer season was really here. but, unfortunately for her, it wouldn’t end for another seven hours and forty-five minutes. at least the last day of school was today, even if it seemed so far away.

nevertheless, steph thought about how she felt her summer break might go. she felt that same mixture of eagerness, excitement, and slight dread that most teenagers that lived in derry, maine felt about the season.

she was a very pretty girl of twelve years (although she would be turning thirteen the next month), slim and angular with messy, blonde hair falling without fanfare right to her shoulders. there were a lot of crazy hairstyles in the 80s, but steph just thought it was a trend; she had tried herself but it was a fucking pain in the ass for her to keep up with. she wasn’t like those colorful girls at derry middle school, and she wasn’t the most beautiful young lady — at least, in her mind — so she honestly never understood the mess. in her opinion, there were more interesting things to do in life, like reading, than spending all that time washing, blow-drying, teasing, or just doing whatever to your hair that would just ruin it.

steph’s life as a pre-teen was more simple and boring than all that stuff and that was just fine with her.

she was dressed in simple school attire, although she was wearing clothing that was slightly warm for the hot weather on the horizon: a print skirt, leggings underneath that, tennis shoes, and boy’s shirt under a jean jacket. loaded down with a heavy backpack, she appeared to be round-shouldered and flat-chested, but that didn’t worry her at all. today was a school day and there was no way you could look glamorous when you went. so you do the best you can and if your friends tease you about how you dress, you grin and deal with it.

she was slightly surprised to see several children around her age already rushing out their doors and riding their bikes to school. even though she was a very proud loser, she sometimes couldn’t help but feel as if she didn’t belong in this shitty town, but she always ignored that feeling. she was quite happy with her friends.

and she always would be.

her unusually dark blue eyes crossed over two young girls with their mother as the woman put them in the car. they had bright smiles on their faces, and steph knew that they were happy that summer would be arriving by the end of the day. she herself knew that neither of the girls was amber o’connor, one of the children she often babysat from time to time; that young girl lived down the street, not right across from her.

ah, babysitting: the number one boring job in derry. to every single teenager, with the exception of steph herself, babysitting was a fucking chore to get through! but the pre-teen really didn’t mind watching over her two hosts that she would be in charge of every now and then, from once a week to every two weeks: justin and amber o’connor. and that was exactly what she was going to be doing tonight, just like she always did. but she at least never got bored of it, unlike the other teenagers that had the same job as her.

teenagers always used babysitting as an excuse to get money, and sure, steph needed some money for whenever she needed to get groceries for her and her mother, but she never begged for it like the others did. she genuinely cared about justin and amber; in fact, she could even call the children her friends. and, because of this, she would happily be spending another evening supervising justin’s strange addiction to horror movies (although she was the same way), reading amber 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 for the millionth time before putting her to sleep, and satisfying their craving (and hers) for popcorn and soda.

“stephanie, stephanie,” she said under her breath, shaking her head as she chuckled, “at this rate, you’ll end up being like laurie strode. oh, how far you’ve fallen!”

“what’re you daydreaming about, sweetie?” came a voice from behind her and steph whipped her head around. she grinned when she saw who it was.

jamie palmer, a woman of forty-three and who was steph’s mother, was standing on the front porch with the door open a little. she was a beautiful middle-aged woman who had wavy and messy brown hair that complemented her sea green eyes perfectly. while steph’s eyes were often compared to an arctic glacier, jamie’s were like a clear lake in a dark forest; if you looked closer at that lake you could see a round shallow crevice filled with completely transparent water. they were the prettiest part of her kind face that looked a lot like her daughter’s.

“oh, you know,” steph replied merrily, “the usual: going to parties and acting stupid with my friends.” she knew that her mother wouldn’t take her seriously.

and she didn’t.

“oh, thank goodness!” jamie exclaimed, sighing with fake relief. “i thought you were thinking about getting a good education and actually studying in school. phew!” she pretended to wipe perspiration off of her forehead and the two both laughed.

“oh, don’t worry about me,” she retorted playfully. “my mother raised me to be a good girl. just like the awesome person she is!”

the two stood on the porch for a moment, just appreciating how dazzling the still rising sun was. its rays filled the sky with shades of pink, amber, and orange; the sunrise signaled a brand new day, another opportunity to live (possibly the billionth chance). The light shone upon their faces so impeccably that they didn’t even notice that it was glittering in the orbs of their eyes.

“well, i don’t want you to be late for school,” said jamie, patting her only child on the back. “don’t forget, you have to be home a little earlier today so you can be at the o’connor’s by 4:00.”

“i know,” replied steph, tugging her backpack straps closer to her.

“okay, you have a good day at school, sweetie.”

steph nodded with a smile, leaning forward to give her mother a goodbye kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. it was so simple and she did this every day, but it was always the best part about leaving her home when she showed her mother affection; it was more important to the young girl than jamie thought, especially considering what the woman was going through currently.

steph set out down kansas street after grabbing her light blue bicycle, pulling it along with her since she couldn’t ride it. on her back, her bag was slung over it, weighing down her body like it was the planet earth itself. she suddenly found herself thinking about the fact that this was her last day of middle school; after today, she would never have to step foot into that horrid place ever again. she hated it there, so she was glad that it was ending for her and she would go on to high school. rumors had it that derry high was a much more pleasant place, and she couldn’t wait to be a freshman.

but she also thought of the nice teachers that she would be leaving behind — for example, mrs. douglass — and it kind of made her sulk a little. those people helped her get by when times were tough at school with the bowers gang running around and all. despite this, her tiny sliver of sadness at the thought couldn’t overpower her excitement to sprint out of the school as fast as possible when the bell rang, to catch up with her friends (the losers club) in the hallway and talk to them about summer plans.

and that was when a slight feeling of misery crept into her emotions, and she inwardly winced.

it had been eight months since georgie denbrough had vanished into thin air, and she was still deeply saddened by the news, but not as much as she had been when she had learned it on that fateful october day. she had sat in her room for days on end, not saying a word, just thinking about the fun times she and the little boy had since she was best friends with his older brother, bill denbrough.

she began to think about bill, and a wave of sympathy washed through her soul at the thought of the boy. she had been trying her best to help him through the tragedy, trying to make him smile and laugh like he used to; it mostly worked, but she understood how he felt when it didn’t. she couldn’t even imagine losing a friend or a family member like that, even if georgie was ‘missing.’

yeah, steph honestly thought that the boy had long since died after his disappearance. she didn’t dare say this to bill’s face, not wanting to break the boy’s heart even more, knowing that it would break hers as well. she thought about the look on his face if she ever told him that and it was horrifying to her, which made her shake her head, breaking herself away from the thought. it was unspeakable, unthinkable!

𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩… 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, she thought in her mind.

“hey, steph!”

rarely had she been so relieved to be pulled out of a fantasy. she sighed with genuine relief, unlike her mother earlier, and she turned to her right, a happier grin forming on her face as she saw a small boy jogging towards her. a part of her was confused as to why he hadn’t waited for her to get him so she could walk him to school. 𝘰𝘩, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, she thought. it was just last-day-of-school shenanigans.

the boy that ran up to her was justin o’connor, the boy that she often babysat along with his little sister, amber. he was a bright-looking nine year old with tousled brown hair and bright blue eyes, and he had two or three books in his left arm, which made steph giggle a bit. this boy was just like her sometimes; it usually amused her, but she would be curious at other given times. she was feeling the former today as he reached her.

“hi, justin,” she replied brightly, ruffling his hair; this was something she always did, and it used to annoy the boy greatly. he was used to it now, although he faked irritation.

as they walked side by side for several paces, he looked up at her. “you’re coming over tonight, right?” he inquired. steph nodded instantly.

“like i always do,” she answered modestly, slowing down her walking pace a little so he could keep up with her. justin o’connor was not a very fast walker, she learned very quickly, since he had a lazy step to him. this never bothered the both of them, especially steph (she was normally a very patient person unless you made her mad).

justin smiled even more, satisfied with this answer. “are we gonna do the things we always do?” he asked. steph sighed inwardly; this was the exact same question he asked every time she came over to watch over him and amber for a few hours. nevertheless, she nodded, the grin never leaving her face. she then, once again, reached out her right hand to mess up his hair, and he chuckled.

amber o’connor was being taken to school by her father, since her parents didn’t trust her enough to start walking the few miles to school yet. steph had definitely understood this when justin had mentioned it to her a year before, but she couldn’t wait until the little girl could start walking with them to school as well.

steph and justin continued walking, joking around and laughing like they did every day. the pre-teen, if she were honest, loved the young boy and considered a friend, not just a boy that she looked after on a weekly basis. she hoped that he never lost his innocence, although she knew that it would eventually happen, which made her sulk slightly on the inside. if he didn’t lose his innocence, he would forever be a good person that was kind and would help others. but if he did, he could use that to a good advantage and still be a nice person, but he wouldn’t be an angel like he was right now.

she ignored that thought, scolding herself for even thinking such a thing. she wanted to smack herself in the face, but she restrained herself from doing so, not wanting to do something stupid. steph decided to be wise and keep the happy look planted on her face, and justin wasn’t able to see through it, much to her relief.

after twenty minutes, the two kids finally arrived at derry elementary school, which was justin’s stop for today. steph was a little bummed that she wouldn’t be able to talk to him more, but she knew he had to deal with the last day of the school year. and she had to do the same.

“well, this is where you stop,” she announced jokingly. “try not to let those idiots put you down.” as she said this, she softly punched his shoulder, making him laugh.

“you don’t have to worry about that,” justin responded with a proud smirk. “i can take care of myself.”

steph nodded. “you’re a smart boy, justin. because of that, i believe you. now, go on and enjoy your last day.” she gave him a friendly hug, like she did every time they arrived here.

“okay. you too. i’ll see you tonight,” justin said, breaking away and running towards the school’s open doors.

“see you.”

after she had continued walking, steph paused on the corner, feeling odd, as if someone’s eyes were boring into the back of her skull. she turned and gazed back at the school and her eyebrows knit in confusion. was she crazy or was there a shape standing behind a tree, staring at her?

she rubbed her eyes and looked again; there was nobody there. good. her imagination was just working overtime again. so, ignoring her increasingly worrying thoughts, she turned back around and continued her stride to school, pulling her bike alongside her like she did every single day.

god, she was looking forward to a good day.

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2:27 p.m.

“i hope you all have a wonderful summer,” mrs. douglass said in a rather chipper voice as she stood in front of the classroom. there was a true grin on her face while she went over to the blackboard. “now, there are a few things i would like to remind you all before the bell rings.” as she said this, she took the side of a piece of chalk and began writing on the blackboard in large bold letters. she started making a list for all of the children so they would know what to do over the summer. there were only four bullets, so it really didn’t look like much to the young teenagers.

steph had not been paying much attention for most of the class, although she acted like she was; and, if you ever examined the blonde-haired girl from time to time, you would’ve thought she was a great actress. and she was. if she was zoned-out, she pretended that she was actually focused on whatever you were saying, although she never truly understood the words. for the time being, she was just sitting at her desk in the back of the classroom, glancing between the clock and her notebook sitting in front of her.

there were now two and a half minutes left of class and, in turn, the school year as a whole. and, although she was beyond happy to see it end for good, she was a little too focused on what she was doodling in her notebook: her own sketch of the poster for the movie, 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵. it was her favorite horror film, despite the fact that she never let the kids watch it whenever she babysat them. steph was afraid that it would spook them a little too much, and who could blame her? nobody that young should watch something like that.

the young girl eventually realized that she had been doodling for too long and that she was doing it so absently, and this made her finally sit up attentively when she noticed the bulleted list that mrs. douglass had made:

- 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲.

- 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸.

- 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀.

- 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟳:𝟬𝟬 𝗽.𝗺. 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗲𝘄!

steph sighed to herself as she read that last one; in her mind, the curfew never seemed to stop all of those children from going missing. they were still dropping like flies and there was nothing that the police could do about it, much to her dismay. it caused her to look away from the blackboard and back down to her notebook, quietly drawing her breath in sharply. she finished her final touches on the sketch until she was satisfied enough. after this, she began writing something in giant letters.

𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬.

steph glanced back up at the clock.

one minute left.

good.

she turned back to her notebook.

she ignored the stares she was getting from some of her classmates that loved to pick on her; she was used to it by now and she didn’t give a flying fuck about them. she was just sucked into her own little world and she was just waiting for that loud bell of freedom to blare through the room. for god’s sake, she was even glancing out of the window because of how bored she was, and she smiled at the several kids who had already gotten out of class and who were dumping their school supplies into the garbage bins that sat beside the bike rack.

𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, steph thought to herself. 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥… 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴.

she turned her head ever so slightly.

“stephanie?”

the pronunciation of her name came like a thunderclap, and she jumped as if a bolt had struck her seat. “yes, ma’am?” she replied in a shaky voice, hearing the snickering of several students.

“what are you doing for summer vacation?” asked mrs. douglass as she stared at the blonde girl expectantly.

steph was aware of the eyes drilling holes into her. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, she silently thought. but, instead, a small but fake smile formed on her face. “i don’t know as of yet, mrs. douglass,” she replied smoothly.

her teacher nodded and turned to the rest of the class. “now, i just want you all to be safe and i hope you have a great four years at derry high…”

steph zoned out once again, turning back to her notebook to finish writing the words she had intended to print. after she was done, she started tapping her pencil against the desk, although she did so very silently. her midnight blue eyes were set on the classroom’s old clock that was hanging on the wall. time mocked her as it went by super slowly, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 too slow for her liking. she tried to be patient, but this was one of the rare occurrences where she couldn’t be when she wasn’t mad. she wasn’t even angry, but she was growing a little impatient to get out of this hellhole as fast as possible.

the summer was calling her name, and she wanted to follow that voice so badly.

steph glanced back down and read the giant words that she had written in her notebook:

𝘐’𝘔 𝘚𝘖 𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘋… 𝘓𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘓 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘕𝘖𝘞…

and, the bell finally rang, blaring throughout the building with shrill finality, and many students bounded out of the classroom with joy and relief. steph was one of those kids, although she wasn’t as hyper as the rest. somehow, she was able to get her mixtape in her walkman and she put the headphones over her ears as she kept walking down the hallway, trying to get to her locker. she pressed Play on the walkman, and heard the blissful lyrics of alice cooper’s 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘖𝘶𝘵 fill her ears.

𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨

𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴

steph rounded the corner of the hallway and froze instantly as she still heard the voices of her peers booming in her ears, bouncing off of the lockers in a rough manner. a tiny bit of fear flooded her for a second, but she managed not to show it, proving how great she was at hiding her true emotions. she locked eyes with henry bowers, and chills ran down her spine when her gaze caught his. the silent exchange only lasted for three seconds before she spun around and decided to take the long way to her locker.

luckily for her, it seemed as though bowers had decided to not go after her, and she sighed to herself, feeling immense relief. she couldn’t get the way he had smirked at her out of her mind and it made her sick to her stomach when she pictured it. she had used to be terrified of him and his gang, but after some advice from jamie, she learned to ignore those assholes and only stand up for herself and others when absolutely necessary.

jamie palmer was a very smart woman. she had learned a lot of things that she eventually taught steph. i guess that’s what happens when you’ve been a widow for thirteen years.

𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴

𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴

𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳

𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭

steph stopped at her locker after the little encounter with the bowers gang; her excitement overpowered the slight worry she had felt for those few seconds as she barreled through the chattering students to get to her locker. she conquered her combination in next to no time, grabbing her backpack and slamming the locker door shut. she would never see it again after this, and she didn’t care. all she cared about was getting to her destination: the girls’ bathroom.

she just wanted a small break from the loud-mouthed students for just a few minutes before she left the school and caught up with her friends outside. surely, they must have been joking around or discussing summer plans without her, and she was perfectly fine with that.

𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭

𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺

after what seemed like forever, steph finally entered the girls’ bathroom, putting a hand to her chest; she was so happy to be rid of the swarm of students that were annoying her like a fly normally would when it buzzed around your head. she leaned the back of her head against the cool brick wall for just a second before pushing herself off of it as if it were a stool. she then made a beeline for the second stall in the room, the smell of cigarette smoke filling her nose; she resisted the urge to cough, since she hated the smell. she gently shut the door behind her and sat on the toilet, turning to the metallic wall beside her as she did.

she gently raised her hand and rapped on the wall three times. “bev?” she called out. “it’s me.”

“how’s it going, little loser?” came a musical voice in response. steph giggled slightly, trying to stifle her laughter as best as she could. beverly marsh 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 made her laugh, whether it was her very nonchalant manner, or how she liked to crack jokes every once in a while. the blonde-haired girl loved her best friend and hung out with her more than she did with her other friends.

“oh, you know, just glad this damn school year’s over,” she replied jokingly, and both girls laughed at this remark. “you okay in there?” she added, her amusement switching to slight concern. she couldn’t see if beverly nodded her head or not, but she heard a reply seconds later just as she heard new voices enter the bathroom.

“yeah,” replied beverly. “just excused myself to smoke for a minute.”

𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, steph thought humorously.

out of nowhere, the girl heard a loud groan of anger before someone’s door furiously made contact with the door of the stall next to her. steph jumped so suddenly that her head smacked against the wall out of shock; she held a hand against her forehead, begging for the pain to go away just as quickly as it had arrived.

“are you in there by yourself, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘺?!” shouted a female voice that contained a lot of sass in it. “or do you have half the guys in the school with you, huh, slut?!”

steph’s blood boiled, but she didn’t dare move, knowing she would regret it if she did. she winced despite this, wishing she could comfort her friend, even if beverly marsh was beyond used to the bullying at this point; the girl had to deal with it every day, just like steph had to. even if the girls felt like it was everyday life now, that still didn’t take away from the fact that they hated it with a burning passion. and that was something that would always resonate with them.

“i know you’re in there, you little shit, i smell you,” the girl continued. “no wonder you don’t have any friends.”

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢, steph thought angrily.

it was that curly-haired 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩, greta keene; she was the mean girl of the school that always took the chance to bully anyone that came across her path. sure, she wasn’t as bad as henry bowers or patrick hockstetter, but she was bad enough for the girls to deal with. every time she saw them, she wouldn’t hesitate to call them horrible names that they themselves never had the courage to say, and that always infuriated steph, although she barely said a word to her.

as she heard the taunting go on and on, steph began to hear one of the sinks running water, and she tilted her head in curiosity. but, at the same time, she was hoping that nothing bad would take place, even if she had the slight feeling that it would. she stayed still, frozen to where she sat, not moving a muscle; she began to panic slightly when she heard beverly speak up.

“which is it, greta?” she sighed, tired of hearing the insults over and over again. “am i a 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 or a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵? make up your mind.”

now, greta wasn’t the only person in the school that was spreading rumors about the infamous beverly marsh. pretty much 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 in the school, with the exception of steph and her friends, thought that the girl had slept with nearly every boy around their age. this was not true in the slightest since, according to the girl herself, she had only been kissed by one boy, even if it was on the cheek. so the rumors were complete and utter bullshit.

“you’re trash,” greta replied, now genuinely angry with the girl. “we just wanted to remind you.”

just as steph stood up, ready to open the stall door to defend her best friend once again, it suddenly swung open, much to her surprise. she saw sally mueller, a girl just a little older than her with dirty blonde hair, holding a garbage bag that seemed to be filled with lots of trash. her eyes widened to the size of saucers, especially when sally met her gaze.

“what are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 doing in here, you loser?!” shouted sally, briefly letting go of the trash bag to grab steph. she jerked the blonde out of the stall and the poor girl ran into the wall, grunting when she made contact with it.

“oh… well, well, well,” came greta’s voice from behind her. “if it isn’t the little brace-faced 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.”

steph bravely turned around and glared at greta with such intensity that she wouldn’t be surprised if it scared the female bully. “get the fuck out of here and leave bev alone,” she growled, gritting her teeth in anger. “she doesn’t deserve that.” the girl in front of her didn’t back down; instead, it seemed as if she had gotten even more furious.

“what are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 gonna do about it, palmer?” sneered greta. “you standing up for your trashy friend here? why 𝘢𝘳𝘦 you her friend anyway? you deserve far better than that filth!” as she said this, she pointed to the stall door that beverly was residing behind.

the blonde girl sighed, her face twisting into an expression of emotional agony. “just please leave her alone,” she pleaded.

“such a loser,” sally taunted as she lifted up the garbage bag while standing on the toilet of the second stall. she tilted it over and steph saw disgusting trash raining down into beverly’s stall, and she gasped quietly to herself in appallment. she turned to greta and shoved her harshly.

“get the fuck out of here!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, jutting her finger to the hallway. greta chuckled, ignoring how angry steph was as she tilted her head, motioning for the other girls to leave.

“let’s go, girls,” she told them before sending a kick to the back of steph’s right leg when the blonde turned around. “have a nice summer, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘺. same goes to you, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦-𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.”

“just because i have braces doesn’t give you the right to tease me about it!” steph shouted after her. she didn’t even care if greta replied to her retort as she turned to the bathroom stall. she tentatively placed her hand on it, knowing it was locked. “you okay in there, bev?” she asked in a softer voice.

the door opened almost immediately after she had spoken, and her best friend came into view from behind it.

beverly marsh, in steph’s honest opinion, was one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen. she was pretty tall for an average teenage girl, and she had a slim form that went well with her long, fiery red hair that reached her waist as well as her blue-green eyes. she had a body that even made the most beautiful of girls jealous, although the redhead didn’t know this. sure, steph’s closest friend may have been poor with barely any money to get by, but she didn’t judge her at all; she saw her for who she was as a person, and it made beverly grateful.

“it’s nothing new,” she replied with a small smile. “don’t worry about me.” at that moment, steph realized that only beverly’s fingers were slightly covered with filth. nothing else was, besides her backpack, which was drenched in sink water and had several pieces of trash on it. it made the blonde grimace slightly, but she barely showed it.

“well… she shouldn’t do that to you, anyway,” said steph with a huff. “i gotta go and get home early. babysitting and all.”

beverly nodded. “of course,” she responded, giving steph a one-armed hug. “see you tomorrow, little loser.”

steph chuckled. “you too, bev.”

after they parted ways, steph walked back into the hallway. her flower-designed skirt fluttered against her slightly bony legs, her hair blew behind her and thudded against her neck, and her blue eyes were focused on the front doors of the school as she took each step forward. and, as she opened them, a feeling of happiness and relief settled in her mind; knowing that she was leaving school for at least three months was relaxing to her. she took a deep breath and smiled, walking down the steps of derry middle school.

a few seconds later, she spotted her friends and jogged over to them, a novel clutched in her right arm. as she approached them, she ignored the conversation the other kids were currently having about whatever. she didn’t really pay attention to them as she finally approached the four boys.

“hey, guys!” she greeted cheerfully. “wait… what’s wrong? you seem like you just went through trouble.” a mildly concerned look formed on her face as she said the last sentence.

her four best friends were standing in front of her: bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, and stanley uris. and they all either looked pissed off or overwhelmed. this worried her even more, since she was now wondering if something bad had happened to them.

“bowers and his asshole gang,” richie answered her quite easily as he adjusted his glasses and steph rolled her eyes.

“of course,” she sighed heavily, rubbing her temple in annoyance. “you guys okay?”

all of the boys nodded and she smiled in relief. “now, who’s excited that the summer is finally upon us on this glorious day?” she said more dramatically, making all of the boys laugh, especially bill. after she was done, she giggled a little as well, finding her terrible acting kind of hilarious.

“all i want is to just go play 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 and not have to deal with you losers this summer,” richie said sarcastically, still chuckling slightly.

“beep beep, scumbag!” steph yelled at him playfully in a warning manner.

“sorry, m’lady!”

“seriously, richie! shut up!” eddie said, a little irritated by the bespectacled boy’s behavior. and richie fell quiet, much to their relief.

“d-d-duh-did you have a g-g-good day, steph?” bill asked. the blonde girl grinned at him because of the polite question.

bill denbrough was a tall and kind boy of thirteen, and he had a lanky build that nobody judged him for. he also had cropped brown hair and sky blue-green eyes that always brightened whenever steph was around, although she didn’t know this. he looked like your regular teenage boy in everyday society. if it hadn’t been for his stutter, that would have been considered so.

“yeah, i did,” she replied genuinely. “thanks, bill.”

“nuh-no problem,” he said.

after this, all five of them grabbed their bikes and rode away from the school. steph looked around them to make sure that they were not being followed by the bowers gang and, much to her elation, they didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. ever since the day she befriended the boys, she grew a motherly and protective nature over them, but it wasn’t overbearing. instead, she truly did care for her boys and didn’t want them hurt, even if it was by any bullies.

she ignored the thought for now, just appreciating the bliss she was feeling as she and her best friends rode towards home on their bikes, grins planted on their faces.

#it 2017 #original character #bill denbrough x oc #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #pennywise #horror #suspense #but i am very proud of this chapter not gonna lie #i hope you enjoy

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zetmns · 1 year

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✧ SPIDER BOY

“King of thieves!”

In which- bill always loved a girl he knew he couldn’t have someone the old classic bill denbrough couldn’t have. But could spiderman have her?

pairing: SpiderMan!bill denbrough x fem!reader

PARTS !- pt 1 !

PLAYLIST !- SPIDERBOY

✧ Starring !

-bill denbrough as Spider-Man

-Bill denbrough a 16 year old loser still with the group hes been with since he was 11 joining the school baseball team game him a bit of a not so much loser pass tho Just a normal little guy but not so much..

b.d: S-sorry d-d-didn’t mean to s-stare ur j-Just p-pretty.. W-Wait! Not l-like that!

S.m: H-hey beautiful w-what’s a girl Like y-you Doing out here?

Y/n L/n as the Highschool sweatheart

-Y/n l/n the 16 year old violin and soccer player definition of a parents perfect kid atleast from the adult perspective secretly a playful kid who would rather live her own life then be the perfect kid maybe a spider can help with that…

Y.l: Never thought I’d fall for a baseball player but I guess your an exception..

Y.l: hey Spidey i was wondering when I’d see my favorite insect again.

✧ Featuring !

Stanley Uris- Bills Bestfriend

Eddie Kaspbrak- signature germaphobe

Richie tozier- 1# lady lover (allegedly)

Mike Hanlon- the babysitter

Ben Hanscom- shakespear in disguise

Beverly marsh- the Juliet to Romeo (Ben)

Comment “tag” to be added to the tag list!

#bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #it movie #jaeden Martell #jaeden Martell x reader #✧ SPIDER BOY - king of thieves

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myuninterestinglifestory · 2 years

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stanley uris x reader 😒

Stanley Uris x fem!reader, Reddie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not true!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NO PDA IN THE CLUBHOUSE!" Richie yelled.

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

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #losers club #stan uris #it chapter 1 #the losers club #stanley uris x reader #stan uris x reader #stan uris fluff #stanley uris fluff #stanley uris imagine #it x reader #Caden's sCribbles

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lilhoeforevanpeters · 3 months

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stanley uris as a husband

"I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden"

Stanley Uris x GN! reader

I know this fandom is practically dead, but I just really love these characters and the fandom, so for those few of you still out there, hey! feel free to send any requests my way, I might add a masterlist+who I write for. thanks!

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he would do anything for you. you’re cold? here’s a blanket and tea. you’re sad? here’s a hug and forehead kisses.

he would rant to you about birds, and you’d smile and nod along, not really knowing what’s exciting about birds (unless you really like birds), but loving the excitement on his face

occasionally will go bird watching, either following a hike/and or walk

you’d buy a house together and renovate it yourselves

he would paint the living room a green-ish color. like a neutral green

either assisting him with puzzles, or reading a book beside him on the couch while he works on one

when you get married, the losers club is there, making fun of stanley since he managed to get married

him glaring at them and telling you to ignore richie’s jokes, only to be surprised when you start making jokes with richie

you and richie get along really well and are actually besties- which irritates stanley but he knows he can trust richie

when you’re in bed trying to sleep you’ll start asking random questions, to which he will put up with and answer as his eyes are closed

“do fish know about land?”

“probably, baby-love”

speaking of which, EXCESSIVE use of baby-love

he’s the type of husband to be best friends with your mother. prove me wrong

he has ocd (that’s canon, right?)

forehead kisses, kisses on the cheek, or the neck, most of the time anywhere but your lips

of course he’d still kiss your lips all the time, but for a quick solution he’ll resort to those quick pecks

he lets you try on his glasses, even if he thinks it’s childish

he’ll listen to you about your rants, whether it’s something your family said, gossip going around in the neighborhood, or your favorite book series, he’s engaged and listening the entire time

he would tear up while proposing

would 100% propose in a meaningful spot to you two, like the place where you had your first date, etc

the healthiest relationship ever

#stanley uris x male!reader #stanley uris angst #stanley uris x reader #stanley uris x gn!reader #stanley uris #stan uris #stanley uris x fem!reader #it chapter ii #it chapter one #it #it chapter 2 #it 2017 #it 2019 #it 2016 #it stephen king #stephen king it #stephen king #horror films

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straberrycore · 27 days

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Crummy B-day

Henry bowers x popular fem reader

(❗️Warning❗️: mention of violence/domestic violence/domestic abuse/ cussing)

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“Happy birthday y/n” your friends shouted. You stood there at your locker smiling ear to ear as your friends had a cupcake on a plastic plate in your face with a plastic candle. On it was a plastic fake flame on top it was cute and sweet.

You closed your eyes and pretended to blow the candle out you opened your eyes and your friend Octavia hugged you putting the cupcake in your hands as your other friend took a picture of you two pulling the captured moment out of the camera and waving it to see the result.

You were so happy. The day started so well that your dad let you open one gift this morning at breakfast and said you could open the rest of your gifts at your birthday party.

You couldn’t stop smiling at your beautiful bracelet as you walked through the school doors only to have a happy greeting as everyone you walked past wished you a happy birthday.

It was the best feeling but in the back of your mind you kept wondering…

Why hasn’t Henry wished you happy birthday ❓

You and Henry’s relationship was secret but you still expected him to leave a little note in your locker or meet you in a private area and wish you happy birthday like a good boyfriend.

But the day has just begun and he probably wasn’t even at school yet so you brushed it off and enjoyed your cupcake as you and your friends walked to class.

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you finished your cupcake and was in your seat talking with your friends till Octavia looked at the door with concern and confusion.

So you turned around too see poor Stanley Uris with the school nurse and tissues up his nose and you just knew Henry and the rest of the bowers gang was behind it.

You were sad to see Stanley like that but a little excited to know Henry finally showed up to school

You don’t know what it was about Henry but you just wanted to smother him in love and be around him. His life seemed so interesting when he wasn’t bullying kids in and out of school

He doesn’t know what it is you find so exciting about him always saying that there’s nothing too him and you can admit sometimes when your hanging around him and the rest of the gang it is really boring.

But just being around him was the excitement for you

Your life was more boring than his in your opinion all you did was hang out with friends and go to the arcade, the candy shop, and church. Other than that you did. Nothing. He was your way of spicing up the boring routine.

but you knew Henry wasn’t like any other typical boyfriend so when it came to him you had to keep the kisses and cuddles down to a minimum.

But Just after the nurse sat Stanley down in his seat and asked him an additional time was he okay he nodded his head and she walked out of the class but just walking past her was Henry I kept a calm face but in reality I just wanted to go up and kiss him.

Thats how you always felt but as usual you had to keep your cool.

Only the bowser gang and Octavia knew you guys were in a secret relationship and teased you guys about it all the time either that or Patrick would be begging you to hook him up with one of your friends specifically Octavia he liked how feisty she was.

And the only thing Octavia had to say about patrick was “hell no” she practically yelled it when you first said it. you just told him she had a boyfriend

Being in a secret relationship was hard at times like having to hold your tongue when you would hear girls talking bad about him in the locker room

You don’t know how you and him got together and you know you guys are total opposites but as they say opposites attract.

You watched as he and the boys walked to the back of the class and sat in their seats Henry was laughing at something one of them said then turned around and made dead eye contact with you.

You smiled at him But you were taken aback when he glanced at you and turned back around

“Ouch, trouble in paradise huh” Octavia asked you turned around “I don’t know I’ll talk to him later” you stated

You faced to the front when you heard the teacher walk in “good morning class todoy we will be diving in to the history of the Great War” she said with a big smile on her face

Everyone gave out a group groan caused by the news

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As the class ended you went outside to see the guys walking down the Hall you already new where they were going so you followed

They were going into the direction of the back where kids would smoke in the back of the school

Henry taught you how to smoke or at least inhale smoke he would take a puff and blow the smoke in your mouth that how you guys had your first kiss

Just sitting in an abandoned car out there while the rest Of the guys were messing with shit. he inhaled then grabbed your face and blew the smoke in your mouth and told you to hold it so you did

And while you did he was looking at you and not like he usually did he was looking at you like he was thinking of something “what” you said letting the smoke go he then kissed you.

He kissed rough and also like he didn’t know what he was doing he was kinda aggressive he had his hand around your neck pulling you close and kissing like a had something to prove.

You just pulled away and he looked at you like he knew he did something wrong “try this” you said and put your arms around his neck and kissed him softly and slowly letting your lips linger on his letting your lips touch and rub against each other’s before going in again.

It was much better and you could tell he liked your way much more. he put his hands on your waist and pulled you in You rubbed one of your hands through his mullet and grabbed his hair lightly tugging on it You could tell he liked it When he moaned in the kiss and tugged on your dress.

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just as you started to catch up you yelled Henry’s name only to be ignored. you thought he didn’t hear you. so for extra measure you yelled his name again

This time so loud that when you did a couple people stared at you But just as before he ignored you .and you know he heard you.

You walked away back down the hall your cheeks hot from embarrassment caused by a few people looking at you from Henry not answering you.

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It was finally last hour and you couldn't wait to get out of school so you could find Henry and tell him off.

You were totally pissed at him. all day he has been ignoring and not saying a thing.

It hurt your feelings of not knowing if you did something wrong or if he just didn't like you anymore.

But you were completely caught off guard when you finally got to belches car Henry turned around and put a piece of duck tape on your Mouth and Patrick put a blind fold on you.

It’s been 14 minutes since the he bowers gang kidnapped you. The car was kinda silent the boys only breaking the silence with little snickering.

There you laid in the back seat with Henry your head resting in his lap as he played with your hair you knew it was him because you recognized his smell you had gotten used to his drug store soap smell.

You stayed silent trying to feel the way the car turned and moved so you could know were to go when you finally got out. it was a crazy idea but you have heard of people doing that in kidnap situation’s. hopefully you can remember.

Once the car finally stopped Henry pulled you up and helped you out of the car. once you were finally on your feet you were off them again you felt someone pick you up bridal style and start walking.

you couldn’t tell where you were all you heard was multiple sounds of leaves crunching as they were walking. You closed your eyes listening to the bird chirping.

You mixed those two sounds together and estimated that you were probably in the woods. You were starting to get a little scared you never knew what to expect with the bowers gang. Your head slowly started to fill with scary thoughts.

“Are they going to kill me ?”

“ are they going to get rid of me on my birthday ?”

“Henry wouldn’t let that happen… would he?”

You were pulled out of your deep thought when you were put back on the ground you stayed silent as someone sat you down in a chair.

You started to breath heavy as it got very quiet and all you could hear was whispers your brain started to panic. were they going to hurt you?

All of a sudden the bandanna over eyes was pulled off it took you a minute to adjust to the sun light but when you finally got your vision back you heart started to swell and your eyes got very watery.

“You guys shouldn’t have” you said to the boys as you started to stand up on your feet you looked around to see balloons and birthday decorations all around the abandoned junk yard where the boys hung out at.

“Happy birthday y/n” the boys said all together you couldn’t believe they did this for you. Your smile was from ear to ear.

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There you sat in the back of an old rusty truck with Henry your head on his shoulder the rest of the boy were off some where playing with fire crackers. you looked up at Henry as he took a bite out of the birthday cake they got you He then looked down at you staring at him “what the fuck are staring at me for” he said with an annoyed tone “I’m just happy” you said simply he rolled his eyes and kept eating his cake.

You grabbed his face turning it to yours and kissed him on the lips you pull away till Henry grabbed your neck and pulled you back in kissing you roughly

locking eyes with his he had no expression but his face was as red as a tomato. You went back to laying on his shoulder till he got up.

“Come with me” he said you stood up and walked over to where he was “close your eyes” You did as he said and closed your eyes “now open them”

You did as he said again and when you opened your eyes there was a beautiful necklace around your neck it have a silver chain and on the end was a big blue diamond on it.

It was absolutely gorgeous but you knew Henry couldn’t afford something this expensive. “Henry be completely honest with me. Did you steal this?” You truly did like it but it was wrong to wear a stolen piece of jewelry.

“yeah I stole it for you I knew you would want some fancy piece of shit like that so when I saw it I knew I had to get it for you” It was so sweet that Henry thought of you like that but your parents would be so mad if they knew you had stolen jewelry on

“Henry this was so sweet of you truly but i cant wear stolen jewelry” you said looking at the beautiful diamond it was a shame something so pretty had to go right back to where it came from .

“Yes, you can just don’t wear it for a while. The police are still looking for who stole it” Patrick said you turned around and looked at him in annoyance. He had cake smeared all over his mouth you turned around back a Henry who was amused by Patrick’s cake face.

You started to look around at all the decorations then you looked back at Henry “Look I’ll let it go you went through a lot of trouble to make this a great birthday for me”

Henry put his arms around your waist placing his hands on your ass (their favorite place to go) you grabbed his face and gave him soft kisses on his lips, which somehow turned into sloppy rough kisses.

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“Where have you been young lady?,” your dad said as you walked through the front door at 6:00 and school got out hours ago “Um my friends held a little party at a diner for my birthday and after we went to the arcade I'm sorry dad I truly lost track of time”

Hanging out with Henry truly turned you into a better liar. that was a full-blown lie with a sprinkle of truth you did have a little party with friends but after Belch dropped you and Henry off at his house.

But your dad doesn't need to know you just had the sweatiest, hottest most tear-jerking, rough sex of your life in Henry's dad's old abandoned truck in his back yard. You're taking that to the grave. after you call Octavia and tell her every little detail Of course.

“Ok thats nice but we were truly worried about you” Your mom said you looked down trying to look sad “ I know mom that's truly a mistake on my part for not calling you” you said putting your hand on your chest for effect.

“Ok just make sure to call next time. Now go upstairs and get washed up so we can sing Happy Birthday and cut this cake”

You rushed upstairs and took a mini shower examining yourself in the mirror and looking at the hickeys on your neck and body, the nail indents on your hips were Henry's hand where when you were riding him. Just thinking. About it was like a dream but you knew it happened

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Once you got out the shower you put some clothes on and before you went back downstairs you hid the necklace and the hickeys Henry gave you. Once you were done you headed downstairs only to be greeted by your mom holding a cake with the candles lit and the lights were out and your whole family was singing happy birthday.

After the day you had it truly was a happy birthday.

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