#wyatt oleff angst

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Haunted

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around"

Stanley Uris x GN!reader angst

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You put your car in park once you reached your destination. Your tragic destination. You grab the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat beside you. Sitting in your car for a few minutes, you eventually get out, the cool Autumn air hitting you. You shrugged his jacket on you further, stuffing your hands in the pockets. It doesn't smell like him anymore.

There were many other grieving families there, grieving husbands and wives like you, however, it was eerily quiet, no one dared to even mutter a word. You locked the car, walking through the main gates of the dreaded place.

You stared at the gravel path as you walked mindlessly, not needing to look up for directions as you've been to the location so many times. Clutching the fresh flower bouquet in your hands as your heeled boots make a click-clack sound against the pavement.

You took a right, then a left, until you were finally in the shaded area where he was. Your heart felt heavy, as it had for weeks. You took a shaky breath before looking up.

You sat down on the slightly damp grass, not caring if you got your clothing wet. You looked at the headstone in front of you. The headstone of your husband. Your now dead husband.

You set the flowers in your hand down next to the gravestone. "Stanley Uris, July 13 1976- September 5 2016". You looked at it briefly before looking down at the grass you were sitting on. The cold air blew through your hair that was up in a low ponytail, and you tugged on the jacket that was one your husband's further onto your body.

Pressing your lips together in a tight line, eyes watering as you looked up for a split second before letting out a breath, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the ground in front of you. Your gaze falls back down to the headstone. "Loving son and husband".

"Asshole."

One simple word. A word that held a lot of anger and was typically for people who you hate- but you didn't hate Stanley. You couldn't. He is was your husband. But despite still feeling the love you had for him, you couldn't help but feel angry. Not angry- livid. Livid at the world, at the entire town of Derry, at that fucking clown that terrorized him, at yourself for not going up to check on him sooner, at your husband for killing himself.

It wasn't fair. The entire situation wasn't- it wasn't fair that you were angry at him, or that you were now alone, desperately holding onto the small pieces of him that you had left. It wasn't fair how your home that once brought joy and comfort brings nothing but despair and pain. It wasn't fair that the stupid clown scared him so much and he felt like he had no other choice.

You felt empty, like everything had been stripped from you. It had been. You lost the one person you thought you'd never lose. Your best friend. Your husband. Your Stan.

"You left me. And I hate you for it. I hate you. I hate you for leaving me alone, I hate you for not thinking there was a better option. I hate that I still love you. I hate that I expect you to be there at the table every night after I come home from work, doing your stupid puzzles."

Tears streamed down your face as you spoke bitterly to the tomb. Using the sleeve of his jacket, you wiped away the tears, but they were only replaced with new ones. You hated it all. How your bed felt cold and empty. Or how you still expected him to be there. Memories of what once was haunted your house. They haunted your mind.

You glared at the headstone, as if expecting Stan to respond, to tell he was sorry, and he'd be coming home soon. But you knew that wouldn't happen. It was impossible. His body was in the ground, he'd been gone for three months. You couldn't bring him back; no one could.

You wanted your husband back. Your best friend. He was your everything, and now he was gone. You looked away from the dumb piece of stone that really didn't mean anything, yet meant so much to you.

If Stan had died in a car accident, or something else, maybe you'd be able to cope better. It would be hard- maybe as hard as it was now for you, but you couldn't help but feel that this storyline hurt more. It hurt so much, and the impact it left on you was huge.

That night would stick forever in your mind. How could it not? He was so obviously upset over the phone call- but you brushed it off. And you would blame yourself for that for eternity. You didn't think anything of him taking the bath until he wasn't answering and he'd been in there for half an hour. You felt sick when thinking of it. You had knocked on the door, asking if he was okay, but when there was no answer you went in.

Your husband laid dead in the bathtub, his wrists slit, the word "It" written in his own blood. You let out a scream and rushed over to him, pulling him out of the water and holding him in your arms as you cried and called 911. He was declared dead on the scene.

His lifeless face was burned into your mind. When you close your eyes. When you try to sleep. Everywhere you look- his lifeless face is there. That scene is there. His bloody wrists. How you tried to save him, knowing it was hopeless. The door to the now clean bathroom has been closed from the moment he was declared dead. You couldn't go in there. Hell, you could barely go in your bedroom where you two slept every night.

With tears rolling down your cheeks, you close your eyes and pressed a hand to the ground, grasping at the grass lightly where you knew his body was- six feet under, in a casket. You felt pathetic and broken, but you couldn't help it, you had lost your everything. You just wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay like he normally would've. However, the only thing you got was the cold wind hitting your back, no warm embrace from your now dead husband.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so, so sorry. I should've gone up sooner. I should've pressed you harder to talk about it. I shouldn't have let you go upstairs."

You blamed the world and that fucking clown, but mostly, you blamed yourself. Deep down you knew you shouldn't. Deep down you knew he wouldn't want you that.

"I love you. And I always will."

You whispered the words to the tombstone, knowing it was foolish to believe he could hear you, but if he did, if there was a chance he could hear what you were saying, then you wanted him to know that you loved him.

So you sat at the grave for three hours, as you did every weekend since the day he was buried. You didn't speak anymore, instead pressing your forehead against the headstone and closing your eyes, his jacket wrapped around your body. This was the closest you had to him now. And you would take whatever you could.

When the air grew colder and crisper, hours later, you got back into the car, sighing lightly and drove home in silence. Driving up to your house, you parked in the driveway as the feeling of heartache crept over you once more.

You walked into the house you once lived in with your beloved husband, memories of all the times you spent with him there still living rent-free in your mind. Sliding your shoes off, you crept up the stairs, avoiding the pictures on the wall on the way up of him smiling at the camera while holding you, or him as a kid. The bathroom door was still closed, and it would remain that way for possibly many more months, and you averted your eyes- even looking at the door made you sick to your stomach. You walked into the bedroom you once slept in peacefully with Stan, not bothering to take your jeans or his jacket off as you crawled into the bed and laid there underneath the comforter, closing your eyes, but not sleeping, as you did every weekend since he died.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can't help the hot tears that trail down your face as the feeling of hopelessness crept up on you, swallowing you whole like a black hole.

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#stanley uris #Stanley Uris #Stanley Uris x reader #Stanley Uris x fem! reader #stan uris #Stan the man #Stanley Uris angst #IT #it #it chapter one #it chapter 2 #it chapter ii #Stanley Uris x male!reader #Stanley Uris x GN!reader #loser club #wyatt oleff

[unadulterated-syd]

Come Tomorrow Afternoon.

Warnings; Angst, unrequited love, weed/mentions of smoking obv.

Synopsis; Sydney Novak takes Stanley's attention from you, suddenly he's the Dina to your Syd.

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Stan was always your number one fan. From all your shitty crushes, to the hobbies you dropped in minutes, even through the new and old friends.

He was the best friend you could ask for because of that, he was such a goofy and laid back guy, there was never drama nor tension. In a way you were his number one fan just as well.

The two of you had a weird bond to outsiders, two people with completely different lives getting along better than they did with their families. But that's how you liked it, no one could comprehend so no one could talk shit.

You weren't per-say popular, but you were definitely well-known. Stan was well known too, but for much different reasons. The Stoner-Weirdo and the seemingly normal Shy-Kid. That's what made it so weird to the outside world.

Well, that was, until Stanley's obsession with Sydney Novak came along. You had nothing against her, you never would. Stan just seemed to revolve around her, while every part of you was still revolved around him.

It was like a switch in his head flipped, from you to him, except she didn't reciprocate. It was quite obvious to everyone in the world that Syd liked Dina, well except to Dina and Stan. That's what made the situation worse.

You could never hate Syd for the situation, envious maybe, but she was just like you. The one she loved, Dina, falling for someone seemingly random, Brad, after having eyes for only her. Stan was your one and only and now that was gone for you, just as it was for her.

The last straw was the party, showing up with Stan, just for him to ditch you for Syd, then to be ditched. You should've known. This happened a lot nowadays.

You sat lying down on the hard concrete of the small basketball court, silent. You heard muffled noises, and then the door slam open and shut, followed by muttering.

You didn't bother to look up, even at the mentioning of your name, "Y/n..?" Stanley Barber. God he had the absolute worse timing. You finally looked over when he sat next to you.

"Bummer party, huh?" He asked, messing with his blazer pockets, seemingly in search of a blunt. "Yeah, guess so. What went wrong for you, Barber?" You turned your head in his direction, knowing his answer would have something to do with Syd.

"Syd and Dina ditched, then I couldn't find you. Don't want to go home, cus' dad, don't want to stay cause people." He sighed, fumbling to find a lighter.

You shared a lopsided smile with him before reaching into his breast pocket, "You put it in here earlier."

"Thanks," His voice was muffled, due to the blunt hanging between his lips, he didn't grab the lighter, simply shuffling forward in order to get you to light it, which you did.

"What's wrong with you then?" He looked at the ground between his legs. "Dunno, was hoping to spend more time with you i guess." You shrugged, keeping your own eyes on the sky. "Me why didn't you just say that, silly?"

"Its not really been that easy to talk to you lately, Barber." You hummed, seeing his puzzled look from the corner of your eye. "Don't give me that look, have you not noticed? Stan you went from number one me friend, everything together, to number one Syd fan. I'm only around when you can't convince her to stay."

"Y/n, it's really just a crush.. I didn't know it affected you that much." He whispered, scared of confrontation. You didn't want to blow up on him, and you wouldn't. Because it wasn't fair to him, and it wasn't fair to Syd.

"Stan, look. I love you, but Syd doesn't like you back, she will never like you back. And it has nothing to do with you, you're awesome, but she likes girls, she's in love with Dina. People do love you Stan, god people have crushes on you too, you just chose the one who can't reciprocate."

"No one has crushes on me, name one person-" he started, in denial of the who Syd in love with Dina thing. "Me, Barber, me. I love you, I have a crush on you. There."

"Me?" he looked at you, more confused looking than ever. He was high when he came, and he was even higher now, of course he was confused. Maybe this would never mean a thing come tomorrow afternoon.

Maybe that's all it'd ever be. Nothing.

#stanley barber #ianowt #stanley barber x reader #syd novak #dina #wyatt oleff #wyatt oleff x reader #angst #blurb #unrequited love

[sweetpuffy12]

Stuff I write for :

IT (2017 & 2019):

Richie toizer, Eddie kaspbarak, bill denbrough, mike hanlon, Beverly marsh, Ben Hanscom, Stanley uris.

BOWERS GANG

Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor criss, Belch huggins.

THE BLACK PHONE:

Vance hopper, Finney Blake, Robin arenello, billy Showalter, Bruce yamada.

STRANGER THINGS:

Billy hargrove, Steve harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy wheeler, Robin buckly, Gareth Emerson

PERCY JACKSON:

Percy jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico Di Angelo, Luke castellan.

GREEK GODS:

Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, Dionysus, Hades, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Apollo.

ACTORS:

Jack Dylan Grazer, Finn Wolfhard, Wyatt Oleff, Jayden Martell, Owen Teague, Bill Hader, Nicholas Hamilton, Logan Thompson, Miguel Cazarez Mora, Brady Hepner, Mason Thames, Nijirô Murakami, Dori Sakarada.

WHAT TROPES I DO:

Enemies to lovers

Enemies to friends to lovers

Strangers to enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

And whatever y'all can think of!

I also do smut, fluff, angst and other things all y'all have to do is request and please don't be shy and also don't be shy to request any kinks in not uncomfortable with anything so don't be shy!

#stranger things #it (2017) #it 2017 #The black phone #the black phone #richie toizer x reader fluff #richie toizer x reader smut #richie toizer #patrick hockstetter x reader smut #patrick hockstetter #bill denbrough #bill denbrough smut #bill denbrough x reader #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbarak x reader #bowers gang x reader #bowers gang smut #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #billy hargrove #vance hopper #Vance hopper smut #vance hopper x reader #percy jackson smut #percy jackson #Percy jackson fluff #alice in borderland #dori sakurada

[robinbuckleyshotgf]

[🌼] introduction

[🧃] hey! my name is charlie! i’m gonna use my writing skills on the internet so thats why im here! i hope you enjoy my writing!

[🫧] my rules are very important. if you do not obey them, then it will result in me blocking you. please respect my boundaries and rules.

[🌈] rules:

~ dni if you are an nsfw blog

~ i will not write smut with minors. the only exception is if that they are aged up to over 18.

~ if you are requesting a celebrity and they have boundaries, please respect them.

~ i only do x reader. i can do female, male, trans, genderfluid, gender neutral and other genders.

~ if requesting a reader with a different gender, please specify their pronouns.

~ use your imagination!! make it silly! i really dont mind!!

~ dont sexualise me or send me weird messages in my inbox please.

[🌊] fandoms:

IT 2017- Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Finn Wolfhard, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell, Sophia Lillis

A Series Of Unfortunate Events- Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire (platonic only), Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Quigley Quagmire, Malina Weissman

Stranger Things- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jane ”Eleven” Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, Joe Keery, Sadie Sink, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Gaten Materazzo, Maya Hawke

Harry Potter- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Tom Riddle, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, Tom Felton

Arcane: League Of Legends- Violet (Vi), Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn, Ekko, Mylo, Claggor, Hailee Steinfield

My Hero Academia- Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida

Heartstopper- Charlie Spring (Only male), Nick Nelson, Ben Hope, Harry Greene, Darcy Olsson (Only Female), Tara Jones (Only Female), Tao Xu, Tori Spring, Elle Argent, Aled Last

I Am Not Okay With This- Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina (i dont know what her last name is😭)

Metal Lords- Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector, Adrian Greensmith, Isis Hainsworth

The Goldfinch- Boris Pavlikovsky, Theo Decker

[🌸] prompts:

~ Angst

”please stop lying to me.”

”i dont care.”

”please dont cry”

”what makes you think i would want to date you?”

”just shut up for once in your goddamn life!”

”am i going to die?”

“when did you fall out of love with me?”

”are you leaving me?”

” dating you was the worse mistake ive ever made.”

”loving you is a fucking death sentence.”

”i shouldnt love you, but i couldnt help it.”

”always knew that you were too damn selfish.”

”i dont know if i can look you in the eyes after what you’ve done.”

”it’s only 2.am..”

”please dont hide from me.”

”dont take another step in my direction.”

”i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.”

”you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

~ Fluff

”let me walk you home, hm?”

”i wanted to say i love you without stuttering. but i failed.”

”ugh i cant reach it!”

”stop being so goddamn cute.”

”you dont need all that candy, do you?”

”call me as soon as you get there.”

”did you just- throw salt at me!?” ”im not fucking possessed!”

”cuddles please!”

”hey love, can you help me out?” ”im gay and i need a few dollars”

”thats not true! my wife is a bitch and i like her very much.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

”you motherfucker! never do that again!”

” i have no idea what you are talking about.”

”what the actual fu-“ ”HEY GET OUT!”

“im only here for the dog.”

~ Smut 🌝

“come over here and make me.”

”kiss me.”

”looks like we are trapped in here for a while..”

”you heard me. take. it. off.”

”keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to bed.”

”if we werent in public right now, i would have my head in between your legs.”

”i want to taste you.”

”dont be shy now, sit on my face.”

”is that my shirt?”

“be quiet.”

”use your words, baby.”

”what if someone hears us?”

”oh fuck yes, just like that.”

“need any help with that?”

“were you just masturbating?” - “what?! no neve-“ ”do you want some help?” - “huh?”

“relax.”

”did you come?”

”shut up slut.”

~ Funny Ones🌚

”im not wearing any underwear, thought you would like to know.”

”YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILST I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

”at least we didnt break any laws this time.”

”we are literally fugitives of this state.” - “so no pizza?”

”your pretty.” - “your drunk.”

”excuse you?”

”i might of had a few shots.” - “what they mean by a few is about 20.”

”if you do that again im gonna chuck you out the window- what are you doing?” - “checking how high the drop is to see if its worth it.”

”you ate all my noodles! you’ve lost toilet paper privledges.”

”OI THATS MY HOODIE LOSER!”

”haha thats so funny!” *pulls out gun* ”say it again!”

”DUDE STOP HOGGING THE FUCKING BLANKETS!”

”your bleeding!” - “oh yeah no shit sherlock!”

”for fucks sake- MOVE!”

”hey wouldnt it be funny if we made out right now?”

[⚡️] thank you for reading! have a great day!! :))

#actors #fic prompts #writing prompt #writing ideas #prompt list #ianowt #i am not okay with this #it headcanons #it chapter one #stanley barber #sydney novak #dina #stranger things #asoue #arcane #harry potter #the goldfinch #metal lords #heartstopper #my hero academia

[kit-nelson-imagines]

-> rules, prompts and more <-

[🧃] hey! my name is kit and im a young writer :) my friends recommended that i use my writing skills on the internet so thats why im here! i hope you enjoy my writing!

[🫧] my rules are very important. if you do not obey them, then it will result in me blocking you. please respect my boundaries and rules.

[🌈] rules:

~ dni if you are an nsfw blog

~ i will not write smut with minors. the only exception is if that they are aged up to over 18.

~ if you are requesting a celebrity and they have boundaries, please respect them.

~ i only do x reader. i can do female, male, trans, genderfluid, gender neutral and other genders.

~ if requesting a reader with a different gender, please specify their pronouns.

~ use your imagination!! make it silly! i really dont mind!!

~ dont sexualise me or send me weird messages in my inbox please.

[🌊] fandoms:

IT 2017- Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Finn Wolfhard, Jack Dylan Grazer, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell, Sophia Lillis

A Series Of Unfortunate Events- Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire (platonic only), Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Quigley Quagmire, Malina Weissman

Stranger Things- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jane ”Eleven” Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Joe Keery, Sadie Sink, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Gaten Materazzo, Maya Hawke

Harry Potter- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Tom Riddle, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, Tom Felton

Arcane: League Of Legends- Violet (Vi), Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn, Ekko, Mylo, Claggor, Hailee Steinfield

My Hero Academia- Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida

Heartstopper- Charlie Spring (Only male), Nick Nelson, Ben Hope, Harry Greene, Darcy Olsson (Only Female), Tara Jones (Only Female), Tao Xu, Tori Spring, Elle Argent, Aled Last

I Am Not Okay With This- Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina (i dont know what her last name is😭)

Metal Lords- Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector, Adrian Greensmith, Isis Hainsworth

The Goldfinch- Boris Pavlikovsky, Theo Decker

[🌸] prompts:

~ Angst

”please stop lying to me.”

”i dont care.”

”please dont cry”

”what makes you think i would want to date you?”

”just shut up for once in your goddamn life!”

”am i going to die?”

“when did you fall out of love with me?”

”are you leaving me?”

” dating you was the worse mistake ive ever made.”

”loving you is a fucking death sentence.”

”i shouldnt love you, but i couldnt help it.”

”always knew that you were too damn selfish.”

”i dont know if i can look you in the eyes after what you’ve done.”

”it’s only 2.am..”

”please dont hide from me.”

”dont take another step in my direction.”

”i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.”

”you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

~ Fluff

”let me walk you home, hm?”

”i wanted to say i love you without stuttering. but i failed.”

”ugh i cant reach it!”

”stop being so goddamn cute.”

”you dont need all that candy, do you?”

”call me as soon as you get there.”

”did you just- throw salt at me!?” ”im not fucking possessed!”

”cuddles please!”

”hey love, can you help me out?” ”im gay and i need a few dollars”

”thats not true! my wife is a bitch and i like her very much.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

”you motherfucker! never do that again!”

” i have no idea what you are talking about.”

”what the actual fu-“ ”HEY GET OUT!”

“im only here for the dog.”

~ Smut 🌝

“come over here and make me.”

”kiss me.”

”looks like we are trapped in here for a while..”

”you heard me. take. it. off.”

”keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to bed.”

”if we werent in public right now, i would have my head in between your legs.”

”i want to taste you.”

”dont be shy now, sit on my face.”

”is that my shirt?”

“be quiet.”

”use your words, baby.”

”what if someone hears us?”

”oh fuck yes, just like that.”

“need any help with that?”

“were you just masturbating?” - “what?! no neve-“ ”do you want some help?” - “huh?”

“relax.”

”did you come?”

”shut up slut.”

~ Funny Ones🌚

”im not wearing any underwear, thought you would like to know.”

”YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILST I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

”at least we didnt break any laws this time.”

”we are literally fugitives of this state.” - “so no pizza?”

”your pretty.” - “your drunk.”

”excuse you?”

”i might of had a few shots.” - “what they mean by a few is about 20.”

”if you do that again im gonna chuck you out the window- what are you doing?” - “checking how high the drop is to see if its worth it.”

”you ate all my noodles! you’ve lost toilet paper privledges.”

”OI THATS MY HOODIE LOSER!”

”haha thats so funny!” *pulls out gun* ”say it again!”

”DUDE STOP HOGGING THE FUCKING BLANKETS!”

”your bleeding!” - “oh yeah no shit sherlock!”

”for fucks sake- MOVE!”

”hey wouldnt it be funny if we made out right now?”

[⚡️] thank you for reading! have a great day!! :))

#ianowt #i am not okay with this #sydney novak #Sydney novak x reader #stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #it 2017 #the losers club #bill denbrough #stanley uris #losers club #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 1 #stan uris #beverly marsh #finn wolfhard #sophia lillis #wyatt oleff #jaeden lieberher #jaeden martell #jack dylan grazer #metal lords #asoue netflix #asoue #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #malina weissman #stranger things

[lemon-boy-stan]

the quiet ones - 1/3

An empty bottle, a dusty basement, and a childish game of truth or dare were the curlrpits of the drama which unfolded in front of Stanley Uris' eyes.

If there were people he could blame for the hurt Y/N felt right now they would be Richie, because he wanted to play, and Beverly, for being the other girl in the basement.

Don't be ridiculous, he scolded himself. It's your fault, and you have to make things better.

"I kissed you because you're pretty, not because I like you."

Why would he say that? The girl obviously had a crush on him! Dick move, Stan, dick move!

He could still hear the silence which flew over the eight of them after he spoke those words to the blushing girl and the anger which rose in Beverly's once gleeful eyes.

She was his best friend - he felt things for her and cared what she had to say, yet still, he pushed her away from him.

And now she sat, as far away from him as possible (Richie's basement was small), knees tucked under her arms, being comforted by Bev and Bill, casually looking over at him as if to say, 'why?'

Everyone hated him - it was obvious. Even Eddie, Mike, and Ben, the least vicious ones of the group, shot him glares.

"I don't know," Beverly whispered gently. "I promise I'll talk to him, OK?"

Perhaps this was not a conversation meant for his ears, but he couldn't help himself; he didn't want her to cry any more, he hated it when she cried, it hurt him almost as much as the pain she felt.

Then why did you make her cry?!

Screamed the voice in his head, annoyed and frustrated at how stupid he was.

Y/N nodded and sniffed before resting her head in Bill's lap. God, how he wished that were him.

Stan was always the one to comfort her. He always held her close whenever she had a nightmare, reminded her that scars were beautiful and not to be ashamed, protected her from others - and herself.

Beverly approached his miserable state carefully. Stan groaned internally at this, he didn't want a lecture when he was already beating himself up!

As usual, Beverly got straight to the point - he hated that about her.

"Stan, why would you say that?" Her voice was quiet enough only so he could hear.

"I don't know," he mumbled sheepishly. "I didn't mean to," he shrugged and looked over at Y/N and Bill miserably.

"She loves you," she whispered.

"I know," his voice was dry, hoarse. He hated himself, too. "I love her, too."

"Then why didn't you tell her?!" Beverly had become impatient, the love she had for her friend exploded in a burst of fury.

"B - because," he stuttered. "Because I can't," he shook his head. "No, I can't. Sorry. She'll have to find someone else."

He was weak. He knew that now. He was weak. He wanted to kick himself. And it would hurt him enough, because he was weak.

Part 2

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[sleepyimpala]

tutoring

FANDOM: IT (2017). PARING: Stanley Uris x Reader. REQUESTS FOR STANLEY ARE CLOSED.

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You walked home, your feet treading into the concrete pathway.

You’d tried so hard on your maths test and yet your grade was still there, in it’s big red ink, etched out into the paper.

You knew your mum would be so mad when you told her that your grades still hadn’t changed.

She’d blame it on the boys you were hanging out with - the only group of friends you’d ever had since you were all five.

“A proper girl associates herself with other girls who show a good example, not a group of boys who are rash and violent,” that’s what she’s said, many, many times.

“So bitches like Gretta are the kinds of people you want me to hang around with?”

You’d answer, always upset she referred to your friends as ‘violent’, ‘rude’ and ‘barbaric’.

The only other person in your school who you got along with was Beverly Marsh - and you only hung out with her on weekends because she was your partner in Drama class.

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Your mum only liked Eddie and Bill - Eddie because he wasn’t so 'boyish’, he was polite, and Bill because she said his stutter was cute.

You didn’t understand why she didn’t like Stanley, of all people.

What? Just because he was Jewish?

Richie was Jewish! No one cared that he was Jewish!

Well, your mum didn’t, but of course, she still disliked him, but only because he was rude and swore, like, a lot.

You thought your mum would like Stanley - with his ironed clothes and curly hair and polite attitude, but she just chose to focus on one thing.

You sigh, going in through the back door.

The first thing you did after chucking your school bag to the floor was sneak into the living room and call Stanley - your mum wasn’t back from work yet.

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“Hey!” Stanley picked up the phone as soon as you called him. “Stanley Uris, Who is it?“

Your boyfriend had a phone in his room so he didn’t have to worry about his parents answering for him.

“My mom’s gonna kill me,” you groan loudly. He laughs.

“What? Why?"

At least he took it seriously, unlike Richie, who you learnt the hard way not to call when you had a problem because he’d just blurt it to everyone else.

"I got another F on my maths test,” you throw your head up in annoyance.

There’s silence coming from his side, and you knew he was doing that thing where he closes his mouth halfway between a thought.

“Well, I can help you?” He offers.

“I mean, my dad’s not here and we have another one in like, two weeks, and our next one is in like, two weeks, and like - ” he starts.

”Two weeks?“ You almost yell. "Fuck it. Okay. Can I come over?” He chuckles softly again.

“You’re cute. And, yeah, I don’t see why not.” You could tell he was grinning. “Just tell your mum you’re at Bill’s, or something,” he sighs softly.

“I will. See you in a few?”

“Mhm. I’m free the night, too. And tomorrow,” he was probably leaning against the wall now,  propping himself up with his arm.

“Same. Bye,”

“Love you,” you smile softly, murmuring in response.

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You remember to write something on a sticky note before you leave, scribbling 'Gone to Bill’s for a sleepover’, forcing yourself to bring the test with you, grudgingly shoving it into your bag.

You’d gotten bored the first two minutes Stanley started talking about the Pythagoras Theorem and explained the properties of triangles.

“Do we have to do this?” You groan in frustration, your pencil snapping for the fifth time already. “Can’t we just make out, or something?”

“As appealing as that sounds right now, I think it’s vital that you learn maths to at least the average level,” he was just poking fun at you, you knew that, but it did sting, kinda, coming from your boyfriend.

“But triangles aren’t gonna help me to publish a story or become a famous actor with Beverly!” He gave you a judging look.

“You hang out with Beverly? Whatever. Just a few more minutes, I promise. Then we can go get ice cream or hang out with Richie, I don’t know,” he shrugs and you sigh, Stanley was pretty good at maths, and he did keep his promises.

“You know, Beverly’s actually really nice,” he gives you a look and you laugh. “Right. Sorry. Continue,”

“So you basically just have to square a and then b, add those two together and…” needless to say, Stan Uris was the only person alive who could explain maths to you.

“Oh, so you don’t subtract them from each other, you add them!” You exclaim. He laughs.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to tell you that,” he rolls his eyes and you pout at him. “For the last - I think thirty minutes,”

“Oops,” you make a small smile. “Sorry!”

“It’s okay. So, you get it now? Because that was pretty much the entire test. I cannot believe you just subtracted them - didn’t you see what everyone else was doing?” He gives a sly smile.

“No!” you say. “I don’t cheat! I’m not Richie! I’m just stupid,”“You’re not stupid,” he says.

“Come on, let’s go get ice cream?"

"I think you’re the only person who would actually put up with me a whole thirty minutes and bother to explain something to me without wanting to rip my head off every five seconds,” you say thoughtfully.

“Hmm. Our relationship is precious, isn’t it?” You smile, burying your head into his arm.

“In a way,” is all he says, before kissing your forehead.

“I love you,”

“I love you too. Thanks for making triangles less exhausting, Bird Boy,”

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[bowieandqueen11]

Not So Great / Stanley Barber Imagine

Request: Hey love! Could you please do a Stanly Barber imagine, it’s set at the end of season 1 and after the whole head incident she watches as everyone runs but she runs over to Stan to see if he’s okay (maybe she could know about Sydney’s powers?). 

Yess @confusedmilcc​ I’m so excited to write for my other Stanley XD <3

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Boy, what a scream that was.

Madison Block was the first to start screaming, of course. It was the sort of noise that would have made the hair stand straight up on the back of your neck, if you had been able to pay attention, of course. All you could think, in that singular moment, as Jake Hill elbows into you and knocks you back onto the auditorium floor was ‘he punched Stanley, that bastard.’

Pulling bits of pink string and whatever other flickers of decoration lay on your fingers, off, it hadn’t even hit you yet that it was his head who had exploded. The screams were only growing louder, more piercing, screams of hysteria and disbelief - bordering on terror.

The school would never forget this dance, that’s for sure. No matter how much they may want to.

She ran, Sydney did. Ran as fast as she could. She didn't know if the police were still behind her or not, in fact, she didn't want to find out. His blood left a sick trail, droplets of crimson falling to the ground as she kicked off her shoes and kept on running down the street, a street she had walked up everyday of her life. She hoped the rain would come and wash it away, conceal her path, hide her away so no one could ever find her again

The wind doesn’t howl, instead it’s a different kind of horrifying: stiflingly silent as the students push past each other, tripping and tearing up expensive dresses they would never dare to wear again, shoving past each other, hustling and bustling down the corridors and out through the school gates as fast as they could go. The monotone buzz of several-hundred voices hummed like an orchestra as you stumbled to your feet, taking one step forward, and then another, making your way towards Stanley Barber.

He still lay there, in his light blue suit you had helped him pick out in town a couple of weeks ago. You were apprehensive when he pulled it off the rack, but with one eye roll and a small smirk, he had won you over. Holding it up by the hanger, he bowed at you from in front of the mirror, and you could do nothing but grin helplessly as you watched his curls bounce over his forehead, reflecting the warm light of the afternoon.

‘I can pull it off, Y/n.’

‘You can pull anything off, Stanley. That was never in doubt.’ You prod him in the shoulder as you continue, ‘even that horrible bowling shirt you’re wearing right now.’

He sighed dramatically as he placed a hand on your shoulder, not noticing the way you had stilled. The cashier huffed silently at the both of you, continuing to straighten out another row of dress shirts nearby, but all you could feel was Stanley’s warm breath against your cheek.

‘What a world we live in, Y/n, where a man can be teased so relentlessly for dressing as cool as he does.’

Little did he know that that same jacket would soon be lying on the floor, covering a man still flickering in and out of consciousness, the colour making the bloody trail as obvious as the nose on his face. It was already browning with those sickly matted clumps that could be fragments of what was once human. Clamping your hands down on his shoulders, you start to drag Stanley away back towards the bleachers where the two of you had been sitting only moments before. You wished the two of you had just stayed there, hand in hand as you watched the rest of the school dance by. Sure, the redness of your cheeks would have started to burn, and the side glances of Stanley would have begun to make you squirm uncomfortably, but the way his thumb brushed over the inside of your palm was a hell of a lot better than this.

Before his legs had managed to get a meter away from the carnage, you felt a hand clamp down on your arm, and a shaky voice rise from the pale, clammy face of your best friend.

‘You haven’t seen my sunglasses have you? I think I could use them right now.’

You nearly slap him for joking at a time like this, but as Stanley rises unsteadily to his feet, you can’t help but nearly cry out in relief.

‘Yeah, your face isn’t looking so great.’

The bruise that had begun as a purple stain above his eyebrow had sunk into the socket itself, and so now it had the appearance of a black eye.

‘Eh, I’ve had worse. What the hell happened when I was out?’

You say nothing in reply, but Stanley gets the message. Slowly, with almost a knowing grimace on his face, he follows your eyes to where they’re trained behind his back, gulping slightly as he catches sight of Brad.

‘His face looks worse.’

You only slap him on the shoulder.

‘Ow!’ He sighs before covering his eyes with his hand. ‘Syd?’

‘Syd.’

‘We gotta go, now. One thing I’ve learnt from comics, is that nothing good ever happens when the superhero runs away by themselves.’

His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern you wish he would show to you. He senses your discomfort, and lays his hand lightly on your shoulder, wiping off a drop of blood. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words.

‘Okay, you get all that? We need to grab the journal first. Stay right here.’

Stanley disappeared for a second, before the two of you were out and into the empty hallway. It felt different today. Along the walls are balloons pinned on with cheap tacks, many of them already withering. Their colours are garish in the bold strip lights and from some dangle curled ribbons. It looks like a toddler's birthday party minus the cake and gifts, almost haunting in its vacant pleasantness, but the two of you keep going until you reach the edge of the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As you walked, your footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of you in the cold ground.

‘Stanley, this is crazy!’

Under the moonlight, the street into the school lay still; the heat of the day had been replaced by a cool breeze, and all the students had run home. Stanley moved between the pools of streetlight, almost silent until he reached the sidewalk. A pair of headlights came bouncing over the hill, blinding him temporarily before passing and disappearing, but it’s enough to jolt him.

You let go of Stanley’s tugging hand, and he stops, turning around to look at you, almost shocked.

‘We need to go home, Stanley, please. Just let me drive you home. Where’s your car?’

Stanley froze. All he could think of, when he imagined home, was his dad chugging a beer to it's very last drop. He always went for another bottle. He always mistimed it, when he tried to sneak out. When he tried to come out of his room. He always managed to come out when he was on his last bottle. And that was always when he felt the need to discipline his son, to stop him becoming ‘soft’, as he liked to put.

‘You know I can’t do that, Y/n.’

‘The police are going to be here soon, Stanley. We can’t help her! Shit, we don’t even know where she’s gone!’

When you came to a stop in front of him, your eyes were on the floor, scared at what you might see when you looked up. You really, really hoped he wasn’t already gone in his crappy little car, driving far away from you and towards her. You were snapped out of it, and into shock by a finger placed under your chin, tilting it up gently until you could feel his steady breathing against your forehead.

‘Y/n please...I’m going to tell you a secret, right. I’m scared, Y/n, terrified, more than I’ve ever been, but we have got to help her. Sure, she may have been a jackass, but she’s our friend, and I really, really need you now. I can’t do this without you.’

You chew on your lip for a second, gazing up into his eyes as they start to brim over with tears.

‘For you, Stanley Barber, anything.’

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[ihateyourhairandmakeuptoday]

ok, I don't know if this is just me but

Stanley's fear is his religion right?

I know he's also afraid of adults, and has a blatant skepticism towards anyone much older than him, but I feel like religion was also an aspect of his life he was afraid of.

I mean- his dad is the head of their church and looks down upon Stanley and firmly reprimands him for not being able to recite the Torah. to punish him he sends him to his office (inside the church), the flute lady is there too and for me I feel that that was just a physical representation of religion for Stanley to fear. and while the Bowers gang bullies him for being gay (a flamer) and other things they also make fun of Stanley's Jewish heritage and throw his kippah into a passing school bus.

a large event in Stan's character arc takes place at his bar mitzvah (only Richie attends, its in it 2 btw) in which he tells off the church and all the adults present.

perhaps Stanley grew out of this fear when he got older but I feel, at least when he was young, his religion was what he was afraid of.

just me? ok

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[barclaysangel]

Sooooo I finally wrote something again!

It's an angsty Stanley Barber one-shot (I love him so much, why must I put him through pain?)!!

It may or may not be a prequel to a fanfic I may or may not write (unless I find someone to co-write with me) where the shadow figure was actually Stan from the future (I posted a way longer explanation of it about a month ago).

But please, please go read it! It's on Wattpad and Archive of our Own, so feel free to vote or leave kudos or comment on those sites or on here what you think!! It'll mean the world to me :)

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[sejanusbaby]

Stanley Uris + Chubby!Reader

A/N: Stanley is my mf baby. I will never stop loving him.

Anonymous asked: Stan and a self-conscious and chubby Fem!Reader, please!! -🌻

Warnings: None, this is all fluff. Maybe slight angst.

You and Stanley have known each other since you both were kids.

You had always been on the chubbier side, compared to the other girls you knew, and it always found a way to make you feel bad.

Stanley never understood how you could hate the way you look.

As time passed and you both grew much older, the relationship blossomed into a romance.

Stanley is always there to shut down any negative comments you have about yourself or that others have about you.

He loves to cuddle with you every single chance that he gets.

His favorite thing to do is grab your thighs or wrap his arms around that perfect waist of yours that he loves.

“Baby, you’re perfect.”

He praises you every second he gets to, telling you how gorgeous you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

Anytime you were exposed to him, whether it be a bath or shower, the pool, or in bed, you always caught him staring at you in complete awe.

“What are you looking at, Uris?”

“Fucking hell, Y/N. How did I get so lucky?”

He shows you off any chance that he gets to, he loves to let everyone know that to you’re his.

Sometimes when you’re feeling down about the way you look, he comes back into the room with Disney movies in hand, along with blankets, snacks, drinks, and all of his love and affection for you.

“If you ever call yourself ugly again, I’ll cry for the 30th time tonight, Y/N. I swear to God.”

He holds you every single night, pressing kisses to your neck and cheek, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Every night before you doze off, Stanley will gentle stroke your arms and back and talk softly about how much he loves you, and how much your friends love you.

“I love you, the Losers love you, your family loves you. You’re so important, Y/N. Never forget that. No matter how you look or what you think you look like, we all love you.” He would whisper.

Pressing a warm kiss to your forehead before falling asleep next to you.

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[bluberrystarboy]

Replacement

This is my first story I’ve posted on here! I wrote this for a class and I really loved it so I decided to share it with everyone. Please show some love!

Disclaimer: This is angst. There is death in the story and things that could be triggering. Please be warned!

1,282 Words

"Jack! Honey, your friends are here to say goodbye!" Groaning, Jack stood up from his place on the floor and walked downstairs to greet his friends.

"Hey guys," Jack said.

"Hey," they said, with a hint of despair in their voices.

"Guys, don't be sad," Jack frowned, walking out the front door, "I'll still come and visit! Plus, I can always text you."

"It's not okay! We are losing one of our best friends! It will never be okay!" Wyatt said, tearing up. Jack looked into his silky hazel-green eyes before ruffling his curly brown locks and pulling him into a hug.

Jack looked over at his other friend, Jaeden, who had his head down with shaking shoulders. Jack started to tear up himself, realizing what he was actually losing. These were his best friends, He wasn't ready to give them up. Not yet.

Jack grabbed Jaeden's hand, pulling him into the hug with Wyatt. He could feel Wyatt and Jaeden's tears staining his shirt. He could care less, his own tears doing the same.

"I'll come back," he whispered," I promise you both, I'll be back."

Wyatt and Jaeden started laughing. Jack looked up to see them both doubling over in laughter. Jack pulled back from the hug and looked up at the tall males, his face contorted in confusion.

"Like we would ever want you to come back," Jaeden snarled. Jack looked in to Jaeden's bright blue eyes before looking at Wyatt.

"We never liked you," Wyatt growled," As if."

Jack felt a knife go through his heart. He couldn't believe it. His friends would never say that.

"W-What are you talking about?" Jack stuttered. Jaeden scoffed, shaking his straight chestnut locks.

"Do you not understand? We never liked you. Ever. We just pretended to be friends with you. We were excited to hear that you were moving," Wyatt said," Now leave. And never come back."

Jack felt tears fall down his face. They really meant that? It felt like thousands of needles being poked into his back. So, he ran. Jack shoved past Wyatt and Jaeden and raced down the street and away from the cackling duo. His dark, curly locks were pushed back by the wind as tears blurred his vision.

As he started to approach the end of the street, he stopped. His hideout, a giant tree that he went to for alone time, was gone. Actually, everything was gone. The street faded into white. There was nothing . It looked like a blank piece of paper. Jack walked forward, putting his foot onto the white. He kept going, step by step, further into the nothingness.

Suddenly, the ground started to shake. Jack turned around towards the street, but it wasn't there. Everything was white. He was surrounded in the blinding color taken by angels.

Jack looked down as the ground started to rumble. The floor beneath him started cracking and splitting apart. Jack started to run farther and farther into the vast space, watching as the ground around him crumbled. As he kept running, the ground started to fall away. Jack stopped to look at the giant hole of darkness in front of him. A massive pit veiled in shadow. Then, the ground underneath him gave way, and Jack was falling.

His stomach dropped as he continued to fall, waiting for the impact of the ground to shatter his bones. But, it never came. From fear of his death, Jack passed out.

When he came to, Jack was confused. He tried to standup and look at his surroundings, but saw he was tied to a chair, in the middle of a dark room. Then he remembered, this was the basement in his new house. Memories came flooding back to him. He moved to his new house with his mother. She told him about her biological son, that died at 15. She showed Jack pictures, of a tall, lanky boy with sharp features and a mop of long, curly black hair that cascaded down his neck. His stature, taller than his mothers, towered over her as his chocolate eyes stared back at Jack through the picture.

Jack went to bed that night, feeling less loved than before. There was a chip in his heart.

The next day, Jack woke up to the smell of burning. He ran to the kitchen, seeing the eggs his mother was cooking, burning. He turned off the stove and went to search for his mother. He saw the basement door open, and could hear shuffling. He slowly walked down the stairs, seeing his mother tied to a chair in the middle of the room, with no light except for the upstairs light. That's all he could recall before he was hit in the head and knocked out.

Jack could remember it all. All the events that led to this moment. Remembering his mother, Jack looked around for her. To the left of him, was his mother's cold, pale, lifeless body, lying on the floor. His face contorted into one of horror, before letting a shriek escape his lips.

There was laughter coming from in front of him as he let his tears fall. Jack whipped his head forward, letting his black curls fall over his eyes. In front of him was a ghostly pale version of his mothers other son. A dead version. He still looked the same as the pictures, but his essence of life wasn't there. A part of him was missing.

"Finn," Jack whispered.

"I'm surprised you even know I exist," Finn replied.

"I only found out about you yesterday."

"Of course. I knew she would hide me."

"What?" Jack stuttered.

"Well, my mother," Finn said, with a hint of malice in his voice," decided to replace me, with you."

"I don't think that was-," Jack started.

"Yes it was!" Finn yelled, interrupting him," She replaced me, with you! Do you even know how I died?"

"No," Jack said, fear lacing his voice.

"Let me explain then! I was swimming in the pool we owned, when the vacuum caught my shirt. I couldn't get my shirt out of the vacuum and I was stuck underwater. I could see my mother standing on the side of the pool, just watching me drown. She just stood there! It was her fault I died! Her fault!" Finn yelled," And then, she replaced me, with you!"

"I-I didn't know. I'm sorry," Jack replied, his voice small.

"She deserved what came to her! She did nothing and just watched me die! It's her fault! And you," Finn pointed at Jack, who flinched," You replaced me. She loved you more than she ever loved me!"

"Did you," Jack gulped," did you drown her?"

"Yes, I did. And now, she can watch the thing she loves most suffer," Finn said eerily. Slowly, Finn walked towards Jack, a shadow of darkness cast across his face.

Just as Finn was about to reach him, Jack shouted," Wait!"

Finn stopped with an annoyed expression and asked," What?"

"Was it you?"

"Was what me?"

"Did you, mess with my brain or something? Make me see the vision of my friends, hating me?"

Finn laughed," Did I make you see that? No. All I did was make you see your biggest fear. You seeing your friends hate you, was your own doing."

"I have one more question!" Jack stalled.

"What!" Finn screamed in anger.

"How is this my fault? And what are you going to do to me?"

"That's two questions," Finn replied sarcastically.

"Don't I deserve to know?" Jack asked.

"Not really," Finn smiled, before running towards him. Jack screamed and struggled, before his light was snuffed out.

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[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Birds ~ Stan Uris (Part 4)

Word Count: 2364

Anon: Pidge

Warnings: Basically Stan gets majorly pissed and takes it out on the reader so um... yelling. insulting. cussing. aggression. onesided arguing. Just a lot of hate and hurt and emotion and ANGST!!

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I just wanna watch the birds up there; track the migratory patterns that they flow. I wanna watch them from my chair with my binoculars, my latte, and my phone.

Stan had just had a really bad day. 

He'd stayed up late last night to catch up on homework because he'd had his usual homework time wasted by his dad, who had spent two hours half lecturing and half just screaming at Stan about the B and a C he'd got in English and Government. Stan had the classes with Y/n and spent most of it thinking about or talking to them. The classes were boring and he was having a hard time keeping up anyway, especially when the teachers were so dumb. His English teacher, despite what they were supposed to be teaching, kept making grammatical errors on the board and it fully erasing pen marks and would only yell at him if he pointed it out. In Government, the teacher had hidden agendas and was trying to teach the kids in the class who to vote for instead of teaching them facts about what happened and about who was who. It pissed Stan off so much that not even Y/n could calm him down.

It REALLY hadn't been helping that recently he just hadn't been able to get Y/n out of his head, especially because they had missed the last hang out for birdwatching because their parents were taking them to the dentist for their annual checkup. Y/n had tried to work around it but their parents had made it a hard no. Y/n had explained the whole thing after lunch the previous day and Stan had been in a bad mood ever since. Put on top of that the getting yelled at ad his slipping grades and his frustrations in class...

Maybe it would even be safe to say that it had been a bad week. A bad few weeks.

Otherwise, Stan would have NEVER reacted like this.

He wasn't or to lose his temper when it included his friends other than when it was Richie. Even then, it was usually playful or him goading Richie on or just being generally sarcastic. He didn't hate Richie and he tried as much as possible not to give off anything that would suggest he did. Richie would take it to heart and believe that Stan hated him for months before anyone could convince him otherwise.

With Y/n, that chance of being angry dropped even more. It dropped to zero, actually. Or he would have thought since they made him so warm and comfortable and happy. Not today though. Today they made him go from irritated and bothered to full-on murderous.

Stan was trying to keep his mouth shut, but he was hypersensitive to all the little ticks they had. Pulling the grass, biting their lips, bouncing their leg, tapping their foot. How could he have ever thought they were quiet? Their hair was messy, just out of place from the way they'd styled it when they'd woken up. Their shirt was wrinkly, just a little, and it made Stan want to strangle them. They didn't sit up straight and the small clicking noises they were making with their tongue - even though their mouth was closed, muffling it - was setting Stan on edge even more.

Then they SPOKE.

The skies had been completely clear. Y/n had dug out a sandwich as lunch neared and Stan was refusing to move, eyes on the sky and body rigid with raging anger. Y/n held out her hand and he looked over for a second. "I brought you  sandwich today!" Y/n announced with a smile that shouldn't have been there. Stan was upset and the birds weren't coming and they should NOT have been smiling. Instead of answering them, he simply returned his attention to the sky. Sensing he was upset, Y/n didn't push it again, shrugging it off and eating the sandwich themself. As they ate, they pushed the food into their cheek and quietly wondered aloud, "I wonder where they are today..." That drove Stan even more crazy. They were talking with their fucking mouth full what the hell?! REALLY?! After a second, Y/n pulled out a little twist cap bottle of juice. "Do you want water or juice today?" They asked Stan, whose jaw was now clenched so hard that pain flared through his cheek, making him flinch. When he still didn't answer, Y/n frowned. "Stan are you okay? You seem really upset and I-"

Stan finally snapped. Smacking Y/n's hand out of the air as they reached for him, he pushed to his feet and turned sharply towards Y/n with wide, wrathful eyes. "Just. Shut. UP!" He screamed. Y/n's eyes went wide and they recoiled, lips parting in shock. "How stupid ARE YOU? Can't you see that this isn't going to work out? Did you really have to go and ruin the ONLY thing I have left? GOD, Y/n, I knew you were nice and oblivious and I'm sure you want to be friends with all of us but not everyone likes you and this is MY space. This is my peace and quiet away from Bill's bossiness and Richie's spazziness and Eddie's hovering and Ben's poeticness and Mike's... Mike's..." He shook his head. "Mike! And you! This is my time to be alone int he quiet and watch the fucking goddamn birds- are you so separate to not be alone and have everyone like you that you can't just leave me ALONE?" He huffed, running a hand through his air and trying to calm down as he breathed deeply. "Just... leave me alone." He turned away, swallowing hard.

What he doesn't see is Y/n watch him, their heart shattering into a million pieces because they had gotten their hopes up. A tear and then two and then three fell down their face and Y/n stood shakily, wiping them away hurriedly. "I'm sorry," they whispered, their voice cracking and shaking with so emotion that Stan might as well have been slapped he was so suddenly awakened and aware of what he had just said and who he had just said it to. Y/n turned around, grabbing the handle of their icebox and taking it with them as they walked away, head on their feet as they watched their steps, trying not to trip as their vision was blurred by tears.

Stan turned around, eyes wide as he watched Y/n go. He felt sick to his stomach, but just stood and watched Y/n leave the park, put their icebox in their trunk before getting in their car and driving away. He had no idea how to sort his emotions or what to say to possibly make it all okay so he just watched, horrified and slowly filling with the most intense self-loathing he'd ever felt as Y/n never looked back. Not even once.

Trying to spot a lark in the park, parked in nature all alone...

Stan was nervous even before the time marked Y/n late but now that it's almost lunch and they still haven't come, Stan is about to explode. The last while they'd been busy with school so they hadn't seen each other at all, which had left Stan with no opportunities to make up with Y/n or even see where they stood as of now. He hoped with everything he had that Y/n would show, but he was doubting they would before it was obvious that they weren't.

He didn't even wait for lunch before he goes home.

That night he had a dream.

Stan didn’t know if it was sunlight or inside, artificial light, but Y/n made it look good as they smiled, glittering and glowing next to him. Their smile was brilliant and their body fit perfectly against his. He couldn’t look away or stop smiling, his insides warm and soft. He couldn’t determine if he was relaxed or if his heart and stomach and muscles were all twisted up with intense emotion and his heart raced and rammed so hard against his ribs he wondered if his bones would break and it would burst out, bloody and beating and demanding her to hold and cherish it.

They were talking, but he couldn’t hear the words they spoke. Just saw the way their curved lips formed words, hands moving to illustrate whatever they were sharing, eyes focused at the whatever was above them, be a sky or ceiling- Stan didn’t care. He was too focused on their proximity and warmth and how absolutely... pretty they looked. Maybe it wasn’t a fitting description, pretty, but Stan couldn’t think of a more fitting word. The light seemed to bend just to flatter them more, the air around them moving to take Stan’s away and give it all to Y/n. The elements themselves seemed to love Y/n as much as Stan did.

Love them.

“I love you.”

Y/n abruptly stopped, their eyes widening as they looked at Stan slowly. They waited only an extra second, but Stan felt no fear or anxiety. Which was strange, for him. He always felt anxiety. Now, though, as Y/n blinked and a smile slowly grew on their face as the world seemed to become even brighter and warmer, Stan felt nothing but goodness and peace. “I love you too,” Y/n whispered back.

Without even thinking about it, Stan pulled Y/n closer, their noses brushing as his hand cupped Y/n’s face gently, tugging them closer to him with a tenderness he had only when handling injured birds he stumbled upon.

Unlike during his confession, there was no hesitation as he went to kiss them. Y/n responded immediately, leaning forward as eagerly as he was. It was slow and sweet still, both of them grinning at the other’s finally realized feelings. Stan loved Y/n. They loved him back.

Their lips touched and the Earth seemed to shift, as if all the pieces of the universe had finally come together. Everything was right again. Perfectly correct. It was like walking into his room at the end of the day, clean and organized and everything meticulously placed after being at school with his messy friends (especially Richie) and the even messier students, who weren’t taking precautions to appease Stan or because they didn’t have Eddie, who wasn’t OCD like Stan but still desperately appreciated cleanliness.

Y/n leaned back, eyelids heavy as they forced them open. “Stan...” He hummed at his name, following with his eyes as Y/n moved over him, a leg on either side of his hip as they leaned down, pressing their lips together again but this time in a completely different way. Hair brushed skin as Y/n straddled Stan, reaching over to first interlace their fingers and then pull their four hands over their heads, Stan’s elbows bent and Y/n’s holding them up to hover over the boy laying underneath.

Stan could feel Y/n’s smile and he wondered if they had taken as much note of his as he had of theirs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, awed by his own loose tongue and the wonderful ease for which he could finally say the things he had always wanted to. His hand came up, the tips of his pointer and middle finger running along Y/n’s temple, tracing their hair line.

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Yeah, okay, Stanley.” Stan frowned at the doubt in their voice and Y/n leaned down, kissing it away until he smiled again. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

They laughed and then Y/n leaned down again, neither able to get enough of each other. This kiss lingered, though, and suddenly deepened as Y/n turned their head, their lips fitting snugly against Stan’s. Instinct took over as Y/n began to kiss him in a totally knew way, and he kissed her back with a fierceness he did not know he had. The hand that had not been on Y/n’s face now rose to their waist where Stan gripped their hip, pulling their body against his.

The pressure of pressing together made Stans breath catch in his throat and he nearly choked. Y/n reacted without hesitation again and Stan was beginning to realize that maybe the shock that Y/n had initially been caught up in when Stan had first acted was a rarity and from here on out, Stan would have his hands full.

Y/n proved his point true by suddenly rolling their hips, grinding against him. Stan grunted. “D-don’t do that.”

Immediately Y/n stopped, looking up and Stan swallowed another groan as space found its way between them in Y/n’s concern. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want t-“

But Stan had already seen that despite what he’d initially thought because of how suddenly vulnerable he’d unexpectedly been, he very much wanted Y/n in every single way at that moment. He wanted to wake up next to them with morning kisses and breakfast and seeing them in his clothes. He wanted to see them in sweats as they stuffed their face like at lunch, after they hadn’t showered for two days because they’d been frantically busy and life just caught up with them and now they were in Stan’s uncomfortable zone, shoving their face and Stan didn’t recoil- he laughed. He wanted to see them clean, too. Preferably clean as much as possible because if he was going to be with Y/n that meant that he would be interacting with their cleanliness- or lack thereof. He could make allowances though.

Wait what had he been thinking about?

His hand suddenly tightened on Y/n’s waist and Stan blinked. Oh, right. Y/n looked at him with hesitant confusion, hallways between worry and apology. He suddenly jerked them close with both his hands. “I want you,” Stan whispered. “In every way.”

Y/n chuckled. “You’re going to be a handful.” The words were said in the kind of way that Richie would cackle at, all too smoothly responding, ‘Good thing I have two hands.’ But Stan wasn’t Richie and all he could think was:

He had just been thinking that about Y/n.

They went to kiss again, about to delve into the place after just kissing and laughing and heart eyes and onto deeper, more intimate, less innocent territory.

But then Stan woke up.

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Unrequited // Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: The reader is desperately in love with Richie Tozier, someone who is currently seeing another girl. After seeing him in front of the other girl’s house, she breaks down and Stan forces Richie to talk to her, which ended in Richie saying something he really didn’t mean.

Word Count: 1,611 A/N: More Richie! I came up with the concept after listening to hostage by Billie Eilish and I’ve never really tried my hand at something with a sad ending. I might actually consider a part 2 if you guys want one, so let me know. Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, Unrequited love, the reader being just a bit psycho with a touch of yandere, Richie being fuckin’ surprised by that shit, swearing (it’s a Richie fic lmao who’s surprised), Richie being a dumbass (mostly at the end, but he’s always a dumbass)

You thought you were going insane. Spending all day thinking of Richie Trashmouth Tozier when you knew he hadn’t wasted an hour of his time on you. Your legs sprawled out on your bed, your head leaning back into the mattress; you wished you could deprive yourself of him. Of thinking about him. Of loving him.

But really, that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to yourself, to have him completely and utterly yours. You wanted to snatch his soul and keep it with you every second of every day. You wanted him to never leave your side. You knew you couldn’t do that though. If not, you might as well crawl inside of him and live there forever. Your love was something so deep, so intense, you might as well capture him and hold him hostage.

The dark grey clouds complimented your mood and made you feel even more empty. Every second you couldn’t see him, you might as well be dead. You felt hollow without him. You sighed, tossing and turning; until you heard his laugh.

Sparks ignited in your chest and you bolted to your window, but alas, he was not walking towards you. Your head fell against the glass, watching as he stood in the middle of the street holding his bike. You tried desperately to tear your eyes away from him, hoping that maybe you could just stop the feeling of desperation claw at your throat and heart.

Upon closer inspection, he was holding roses. And standing in front of Stacy’s house. Fuck, fuck fuck. Now you knew you should’ve worked harder at prying your eyes away from the scene. You rushed to your bed and covered yourself with every blanket you could find, pretending that with enough shelter the world wasn’t real and it was all a dream.

Knocking at your door, Stan was surprised when he saw a big, gigantic ball in your bed, and even more, when he heard wails coming from it.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Stan asked cautiously, and slowly, your head emerged from the pile.

The look in your eyes made Stan’s heart ache and shatter. It was utterly hopeless, completely desperate, filled with pure sadness. Your cheeks were tear-stained and your nose red from crying. Stan never thought he’d see the day where rather than looking like you were filled with joy, you were instead miserable.

“Stan, just… what’s up?” you asked, sniffling. Stan winced as your voice broke, exhausted from the stress of sobbing.

“Richie was about to come and talk to you about something but I thought I should check on you first,” Stan stated, and at the mention of Richie’s name, he saw both light and darkness in your eyes.

“I’ll go get him, okay?” Stan said, but before you had the chance to interject, he was out and running down to Richie. Noticing Stan looked absolutely crazy, Richie furrowed his brows. He was no longer holding the roses, he had already given them to Stacy.

“She needs you, Richie,” Stan said and quickly shoved Richie towards the stairs and ran out the door.

Stan ran to his house, and he wanted to sob just like you had. Stan was definitely very emotionally stable, but seeing you… it made him want to take half of your pain and let the two of you endure it together. Better yet, take it all away and suffer it himself, just so he could see your happy smile again.

Richie looked confused before determining that something was very, very wrong. He booked it up the stairs, willing himself to go faster. He stopped himself from kicking down your door; because him being too energetic would make you scared, and he didn’t want that.

He slowly creaked open your door, and he saw you, blankets were strewn all over the floor, and your face stained with tears. He shut the door gingerly and walked over to you.

He met your eyes and saw the same look Stan had seen, for only two seconds. Your eyes flashed with love, adoration, and infatuation before they flashed back to the hollow orbs they were. You reminded yourself just what you’d seen, and all happiness faded out of you. Though your mind recognized everything, your heart didn’t. Your heart still begged for Richie to be closer, for him to be yours and only yours.

“Y/N, are- are you alright?” Richie asked though it was obvious he knew the answer. Seeing his best friend (just that, and only that) so broken made his eyes flood with tears.

“Y-Yeah,” you started, lying through your teeth, something you didn’t want to do to Richie. You never wanted to lie to him, but at this moment, you didn’t know what else you could do.

“We both know that’s not true, Y/N,” Richie countered, and yes, his statement was a fact. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were not okay. That you were hurting, aching.

“It’s a long story, Rich,” you muttered. That was also a fact. You had a long, complicated story about how your feelings for the Trashmouth came to be.

Shaking off the overwhelming guilt that rested on your shoulders, you looked up to him and smiled something forged, an imitation of what used to be. You could no longer smile genuinely knowing that the person you would never stop loving, the person you worshipped like a god, was not yours. He would never be, you understood that.

“Did you ask Stacy out?” you questioned, changing the subject in Richie’s mind, though it was not really a subject change. It had everything to do with what you were feeling, and it had everything to do with this conversation.

“Yeah, we’re going to the diner on Saturday,” Richie said, sitting at the end of your bed. “I was going to take her to the arcade, but she wanted the diner.”

You asked your brain to get rid of all the thoughts floating through your head, but there was one that was too stubborn. One that would not go away.

She’s not the one for him.

It was selfish of you to think that you were the one for him as well, but at least you had evidence to cite. Stacy and your beloved had nothing in common, besides the fact that they were both gorgeous human beings. No wonder Richie had a crush on Stacy, you knew that you couldn’t compare to her looks.

“Y/N, I asked you a question,” Richie waved his hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. You came crashing back down into reality and your face looked at his with question.

“I asked you why you were upset,” Richie stated.

Something bubbled inside of you - the fury and rage you felt towards Stacy, towards Richie’s feelings for her. It made you buckle and contort under its overwhelming power over you. It made you snap at Richie, something you’d never done to him, and something Richie was not prepared for.

“Why don’t you go ask your girlfriend, huh? Why don’t you go ask her why I’m so upset about you two being together? I’m sure she knows perfectly well why I hate her with every fibre of my being! Because she fucking has you.” you spat, and Richie found himself backing away.

The only time you’d showed this much aggression was at Henry when he threatened Richie. He remembers that day clearly, the day you beat Henry Bowers up with all your might, gave him a broken nose, and also made him stay away from the Losers as long as you were with them. That was the day Richie knew just how angry you could get, but never in a million years did he think it would be directed at him.

If there were gears in the human brain, Richie’s would be turning as fast as they could go. He was calculating just exactly what you meant. Your last sentiment repeated in his mind. “Because she fucking has you.”

It all clicked in his mind; the way you looked at him, how protective you were over him, how you always looked at Stacy with disdain and disgust. He knew why now. You didn’t just like him, you loved him. And that was an indisputable, irrefutable fact.

“Just tell me, Y/N…” Richie said in denial. Did you really love him? He’d spent years pining after you and after finally getting over you and moving on, he found out that his love was requited after all.

“I love you, Richie,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. This was not how you thought you would tell him. You’d always fantasize about one day finally being confident enough to tell him, and he would kiss you and ask to be your boyfriend. Oh, how this was so different.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Richie started, slowly backing away towards your bedroom door.

Richie was loyal to Stacy now, and no matter how much he wanted to hug you and tell you that he loved you too, that he always had and that he always will, he needed time.

His mind was running on overdrive, wondering how the hell to respond but instead, words that he truly didn’t mean came out of his mouth. Words that he didn’t believe himself, but words that you wholeheartedly did.

“But I don’t love you back,” he finished, opening your door and backing out of it hurriedly, running out of your house and to Bill’s.

But he most definitely did love you back. He wished he would’ve told you that.

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the quiet ones - 3/3

Part One; Part Two.

“I'm going home.”

“But we’re supposed to have a s – sleepover,” said Bill from the couch.

“Well, sorry, Bill. I have homework.” She didn’t have homework, Stanley knew she didn't, because she finished it all with him at his house yesterday.

“Well,” Richie adjusted his glasses and got up. “Take this,” he took a bulky item from a rack on the wall of his parent’s basement, “to keep you safe. It’s getting kind of late,”

Because normally, Stan thought miserably to himself, I walk you home.

“Don’t be fucking stupid, Trashmouth,” the girl snapped at him. “I’m a few blocks down, I don’t need to bring a fucking baseball bat,”

“Hey! It killed a clown, it can probably kill Bowers, too!”

“Go fuck yourself, Richie. Don’t. Follow me.”

Y/N left in the rain, peddling quickly.

The others turned to look at him expectantly.

“What?!” Stan crowed. “OK, so I fucked up! There!”

“You’re supposed to f – follow her,” Bill shook his head.

“Fine.”

Stan sighed and got up, following his friend out of Richie's house. A few streets down, Y/N sensed his presence.

“I thought I told you not to follow me...” she didn’t look back at him like she usually did, she completely ignored him and he didn’t blame her.

“Y/N, wait,” his voice broke and she rolled her eyes again, whatever trick he was playing wasn’t going to work, not this time.

She peddled faster, just as he predicted she would.

“Go home, Stanley,” were the only words she would say to him tonight.

“You know, I'm stubborn,” he told her things about himself that she already knew – heck, that she memorized.

“So am I.” She quipped, “GO. HOME.”

“I'd rather not,” he enunciated the words like she was a kid, “I’d rather be with you,” his bike finally caught up with hers as she froze, halting to a stop.

And she continued again, going even faster,

“GO HOME, STANLEY!” The tears pricked at her eyes and this time she turned to look at him because she knew he hated seeing her cry, she knew he felt just as much pain as she did, “stop lying to the both of us.” And then she turned her head back to the road because she knew that if she looked at him any longer all her emotions would take over and he’d win, and she didn’t want him to win.

The tears split Stanley's heart strings. He hated seeing her cry, and he especially hated seeing her cry now because he was the one who caused the tears.

“But I’m not!” He pleaded, “I really do want your company!” she spat into the rain and turned back at him to make her point,

“As a friend? Go fuck yourself, Stan!” she cried some more, not bothering to choke them back.

“Please don’t cry,” he barely spoke, flinching as the tears fell. “N/N, please don’t -”

“Don’t. Fucking. Call me. That.”

Because that’s the name you use when I have nightmares and the name you use when I’m crying about my parents and I’m supposed to be angry at you instead of in love...

“O – OK, Y/N, please don’t cry, please don’t cry -”

“GO HOME, STANLEY!” she yelled the words this time, peddling faster and faster before the wheels of her bike span and she plummeted to the wet ground.

She couldn’t help but cry out in pain, seeing as she had an already twisted ankle.

“Y/N!” He sped over to her side as fast he could in the shitty weather, got her off her bike and held her close, and this time she cried on him, she cried on him and didn’t care because it hurt, it hurt too much.

“Why,” she choked, “do you care?!” it angered her, frustrated her to no end, made the pain in her leg even worse than it already was. “I mean, I'm just your friend,” she looked away from his shirt.

“You’re not,” he whispered, and she frowned, confused.

“But you kissed me because I was pretty and not because -”

“Listen. Listen to me. Would I seriously follow you out in the rain on my bike to get you? You know me well. I hate doing that crap...”

She hated herself for giggling at this.

“If you were Richie or Bill, even,” he continued, “would I have held you close and let your blood – oh my fucking Jesus Christ – get on my shirt?”

“No.” She glared at the rain. “So, then -”

“It was a mistake,” he whispered. “It wasn’t supposed to come out like that,” he admitted sheepishly. “It wasn't supposed to come out like that and I’m sorry it hurt you,”

Her eyes shone but she bit her lip.

“I meant I didn’t like you, I loved you, but I was too chicken to say it in front of everyone so I just – god, I hate myself,” he shoved his head into his hands. “I'm sorry,” he murmured. “But I love you, really. I do. I get it now. I’ve loved you, I think, ever since we were kids...”

“Ever since you were my partner in English class,” she giggled softly and he nodded.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he twiddled his fingers. Just do it! And he did, he listened to himself for once, leaned in, kissed her, and she gasped.

Her lips were exactly as he imagined they’d be, soft and perfect to kiss. “Will you,” he spoke as soon as they pulled apart, she was flustered, he blushed to himself, “will you be my girlfriend?”

“Maybe,” she spoke. 

“What part do I have to clear?”

“Well, Stan, I know you’re good at first aid,” she blushed this time and looked away but he turned her head so he could see her pink cheeks, 

“Shouldn’t we get Eddie to do it?” he spoke seriously, it was a pretty bad injury. She shook her head.

“Yeah,” she admitted, “but I’d rather have you do it, seeing as, you know, you’re my boyfriend now...”

He chuckled softly. 

“OK.”

“I love you, Stan,”

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

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