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unadulterated-syd · 2 years

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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

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sammythelover · 6 months

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#city on fire #apple tv #Charlie Weisbarger #wyatt oleff imagine #stan uris x reader #stanley uris #losers club #it chapter one #it chapter 2 #stanley barber #stan barber #ianowt #i am not okay with this #stanley barber x reader #wyatt oleff

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hopefulfuturenovelauthor · 1 year

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Charlie Boy

Stanley Barber x reader gn

song- Charlie Boy by the Lumineers

about 1.2 k words

warnings: language, mentions of Stanley’s father, Stanley’s bruised eye, I can’t think of anything else but if I need to add something let me know.

“Don’t go to war, firstborn in ‘44,” you walked around the room, collecting a mound of blankets from the couch.

“And Kennedy made him believe, we could do much more,” the soft fabrics clung to your arms, still a little wet from the pouring rain. Running around the block to get here without an umbrella had not been your brightest idea. But that didn’t stop you anyway.

“Lillian, don’t hang your head, love should make you feel good,” you let the blankets fall from your arms at the foot of the bed. You grabbed the fluffiest from the pile and carefully laid it over the boy lying on his side.

“In uniform, you raised a man, who volunteered to stand,” you gently patted his head of curls, taking your other arm’s sleeve to wipe away stray tears.

“Ohohoh, ohoh, ohoh, 0hohoh, ohoh, ohoh,” he laid there still unmoving as sadness pooled in his eyes and fell down his cheeks. You stepped away only slightly to hear him whine as you left to turn off the lamp a little ways away from his bed.

“Play the bugle, play the taps, Make your mothers proud,” you returned back to his side as you softly brushed at his tears, painfully avoiding his bruised cheek and eye. Stanley’s hands grabbed yours as he tried to pull you down beside him.

“Sweetheart, I’m soaked. I’m just going to get you wet,” you said.

“I don’t care,” Stan said raggedly, “just hold me while you sing.”

“Okay,” you whispered before crawling into bed beside him, placing a second blanket over the both of you, the one he already had separating you so he would stay dry.

“Raise your riffles to the sky, boys, fire that volley loud,” you stroked his head as faced away from you.

“News was bad on Upland Ave, Metuchen mourn our loss,” you sang out to the quiet of the room. Stanley’s sniffling had become fainter.

“Sons, rebelled, while fathers yelled, and mothers clutched the cross,” your arms slowly wrapped around the poor boy beside you, comforting him the best you could.

“Ohohoh, ohoh, ohoh, ohohoh, ohoh,ohoh,” you hummed out as Stan bundled into the blankets you gave him, swadling himself in the warmth that them and you provided.

“Play the bugle, play the taps, make your fathers proud,” you voice was starting to fade away and Stanley’s breathing evened out.

“Raise your riffles to the sky, boy, fire that volley loud,” you finished the song, leaving a silence that was neither comfortable or uncomfortable. Regardless of the suffocating feeling, you felt left trapped in the house that was both a blessing and a curse. You rested your head against his. The strands of curls brushed your face as you tried to relax.

“I like when you sing,” he whispered.

“I like when you sing too,” you responded neutrally, uncertain of how far this conversation would go.

“It’s better when you sing,” Stanley said, “you only sing when I need you or when you think no one is listening. It makes you sound like an angel.”

“How come?” you asked.

“Because you always come when I need you and the way you can calm me down so easily makes it all seem… etherial.”

“That’s some high praise,” you responded against his curls.

“It’s true,” he replied back. You sat in silence for a few moments before Stanley broke it again. “How do I sound to you when I sing?” curiosity filled his voice.

“Like a rat choking on pesticide,” you said monotonously, as your emotions ran wild in the madness of your head.

“I’m being serious,” Stan said through a giggle, still not choosing to turn and face you.

“You sound normal,” Stan shifted against you antsily, expectantly, as if he wanted to hear something as meaningful as he had said to you. “You sound like yourself. You can hear your personality each time you belt out a chorus, or forget a word, or your voice breaks. All I hear is you, and it’s wonderful. Because your my favorite thing to listen to, even if at times you do sound like a rat choking on pesticides.”

Stanley stayed quiet. Time passed and in your head you could hear the ticking of the clock in your brain, the countdown until one of you broke the silence or fell asleep.

“If I wasn’t so emotionally tapped, I’d confess my undying love for you.”

“If you weren’t so emotionally tapped, I would have already spun you around to face me,” you answered back.

Stanley wiggled out of your grasp as he shifted about. After a few attempts he finally flipped over with what would have been minimum effort if he had succeeded the first time. Glossy eyes stared at yours, one surrounded by the purple bruise. His smile was contagious most days, but not this one, not while he was hurt.

“I know you turned, but you are still absolutely drained after today,” you said, scooting back to get a better look at him.

“Yeah, but I wanted to see you too. You're comfy and cozy and everything, but sometimes seeing is believing even when you ground me.”

“I will take comfy and cozy as a compliment,” you stated.

“You should. You smell nice. It makes it very easy to get all warm and toasty when the person smothering you smells like a freshly baked Christmas cookie.”

“That was…,” the words weren’t coming to your mouth right away. “Random. Very fucking random, but okay. You smell like weed and hormones so, you know at least I don’t smell like that.”

“God, I wish I smelled like you. However, it gets very difficult to be around you when I’m high. I get the munchies and sadly I can’t chew on you like I could a cookie.”

“Okay,” you said trying to reel the conversation back in, “I think that is enough talk tonight. You need rest, Stan. I need rest. We both need some time to just fucking be without the whole god damn world breathing down our necks. So just try and get some shut eye for me, will ya?”

Stanley’s thin lipped and tired smile was thrown your way as he moved forward to rest his head just below your neck. His untamed curls brushed against your chin as he snuggled into you, arms wrapping around your side as he relaxed.

Without much thought, you placed a soft kiss on top of his head and returned the embrace. Your arms drifted from under his to wrap up and around his back. Your fingers made small circles on his shoulders as he hummed with his eyes closed.

“I love you so fucking much,” he said.

“I love you too, Stan.”

“So fucking much?”

“So fucking much, and much much more.”

You both fell asleep shortly after. The warm smell of cookies filling Stan’s senses as the refreshing smell of his citrus shampoo wafted from his hair and into your heart. A blossoming comfort engulfed you both in the sweet smells of an inviting winter and a revivifying spring.

#Stanley Barber #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #ianowt #i am not okay with this #still upset #I need more #why!!!!!!#help 😢#wyatt oleff #i need this show back

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lilhoeforevanpeters · 5 months

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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.

#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

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flynn-writes-fanfics · 2 years

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teen!bill denbrough x gn!reader

based off of another fic i saw, but not completely copied. <3

the house creaked as the wind blew in Derry, Maine. you could hear the faint sounds of carnival music, making your stomach do backflips. it became impossible to resist going inside the house and you made your way through the brass gate and onto the lawn. a familiar voice was calling you, but it was too far away to recognise. the wooden porch creaked under your sneakers as you reached out for the doorknob. your heart was pounding out of its chest and a horrible feeling of fear lurking in your throat. you clasped the handle and threw open the door. '''what the fuck?'' you gasped, staring at the bright flashing lights and clown faces everywhere. clowns. why did it have to be clowns. the carnival looked empty, like a hurricane had hit and taken everyone with it. you felt yourself become lighter as your walked further into the abandoned shackles that used to be a lively carnival.

''y/nnnn!'' called a voice, getting closer and closer towards you. you continued to walk, passing by different attractions. then you came to a stop as you were now infront of a ferris wheel. you didn't mind ferris wheels that much, since you weren't afraid of heights. you stepped inside one of the carriages. suddenly, the wheel started to turn but was going way faster than normal ones. then it stopped. a pair of cold hands placed themselves on your shoulders and held on tightly.

''boo.'' said the voice. you turned around and was faced with a clown. your face dropped and you screamed. it was like it came straight out of a nightmare, with its pale, white face and over the top makeup.

''it's not real y/n. it's not real.'' you told yourself whilst running back towards the door. on the other side of the door, bill was listening intensely, waiting to save you from It. you looked behind you, checking if it followed you and it did. it was dancing about and giggling, whilst saying;

''y/nnn! come back y/n!'' you didn't dare look back until you reached that door. bill swung the door open, with a crowbar in his hands. he whacked the monster before closing the door again and locking it shut.

''bill! oh my god! thank you!'' you praised the boy, who had a blush creeping onto his cheeks as you hugged him tightly.

''n-no problem y-y/n!'' he spluttered out, smiling peacefully at you. you ran up to the rest of the losers and told them what happened. the whole time, bill was staring at you. he was only focused on you. if only bill could tell you how he felt :(

-first storyyy! i hope you enjoy :)

-flynn <3

#bill denbrough x reader #flynn's-text #richie tozier x reader #poly!mileven x reader #bill denbrough #it 2017 #the losers club #the losers fanfiction #it chapter one #jaeden martell #finn wolfhard #wyatt oleff #sophia lillis #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stan uris #mike hanlon #pennywise

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taytrashmouth · 8 months

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okay idk if this is how i request or not (im SO sorry if it isn't!) but what abt stanley barbet x male reader where the reader is just kinda down that day but he still goes to see stan after he gets off work and they both hang out?

Hey this is the perfect way to request 😝👍

I love this idea!!!!! Stan would be such a good laugh after a bad day! I will never forgive Netflix for canceling I am not okay with this. 🥲

I hope you enjoy 🩷

Stanley barber x male reader

The day started with a cold shower, your work clothes creased, spoiled milk and your hair falling the wrong way.

By the time you got to work you were already exhausted from the disaster of a morning and yet still had to deal with 6 middle aged women screaming and complaining throughout the day about the food, air-con, your attitude, and the service in the diner.

You were supposed to go out with Stan to dinner tonight. You didn’t want to go. You just wanted to see Stan.

You were parked outside his house at about 7, you didn’t even knock anymore you just walked down to the basement. Like always, there he was, Stanley barber on the couch watching some old movie.

He smiled the second he saw you.

“Y/n!!!!” He held out his arms and you flopped next to him, leaning on his shoulder.

“Mmmmm.” You groaned into his chest.

“Bad day?” He asked andYou nodded.

He didn’t ask you to elaborate, or try make you feel better. He understood.

“You wanna order a pizza and stay in?” He asked.

You sat up a little straighter. “I love you.” You stated and he laughed.

“Yeah you wouldn’t be saying that if there wasn’t food involved.” He joked.

“It’s true. I’m only here with my boyfriend for the free dinners and head scratches.” You explained as he found the phone to call the pizza place.

He smiled. When the pizza arrived you both cuddled up onto the couch with a bunch of blankets. Your head was on his chest and his hand was playing with your hair.

“Don’t cut your hair again.” He stated after a long while of listening to old records.

“Why?” You frowned.

“I like it like this….scruffy.”

You looked up at him. “I’m not like a dog, you know?” You stated.

“Well you do beg for food, head scratches and have scruffy hair so I’m not so sure about that…” Stan was laughing while you playfully hit his arm.

As the laughter died down, Stan kissed your head gently, stroking the hair from your eyes.

“Stan?” You asked after a short silence.

He mumbled in response.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

“For what?” He pulled you closer, if that was even possible.

“I can always rely on you, even when I’m tired or drained. You’re like my favorite boy ever.” You spoke.

He kissed your cheek in response. “Not your favorite person?” He asked.

“No.” You stated.

He playfully acted offended.

“Who’s your favorite girl?” He asked.

“Tatyana Richaud.” You shrugged, “from blood witch.”

Stan chuckled. “Fair enough.”

#stanley barber #ianowt #wyatt oleff #netflix #y/n #x reader #male reader

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positivelyholland · 2 years

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thoughts on holland!reader x evans!reader?, i think they would meet each other since both of their boyfriends are friends and they will introduce their girlfriends very proud and happy, they will become friends really fast and both of them would be laughing and gossiping about things on the internet. I can see them being very good friends and keeping in touch with each other. 🥰

oh my gosh yes! and where anthony mackie and sebastian stan make fun of tom holland so much i feel like it would be funny to see how the conversation goes when they find out that one of their friends' daughters is friends with their bullying target's sister. but going along with that, i feel like evans!reader would (or at least try to) get anthony and seb back by making fun of them too if they ever start to target holland!reader.

I also think that they'd go on double dates with their boyfriends ALL the time. And they'd go on super cute pinterest dates too. like i don't know what it is that makes me think this but i just feel like they'd have these cute (and sometimes cliche) double dates.

#holland!reader #evans!reader #jae x evans!reader #wyatt oleff x holland!reader #tom holland x sister!reader #chris evans x daughter!reader #positively holland

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kit-nelson-imagines · 2 years

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-> 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!! :))

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robinbuckleyshotgf · 2 years

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i just finished both the IT movies and omg😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

you can now request the characters/cast (except jack dylan grazer :/)

#it 2017 #it stephen king #the losers club #it chapter one #losers club #richie tozier x reader #reddie x reader #eddie kaspbrak #finn wolfhard #wyatt oleff #stanley barber #stanley uris

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areyoureddieforittaylorsversion · 1 year

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never did this so here's a proper introduction/abt me post <3

ABOUT ME

Theo or Theodore

16 1/2

August Leo

Scorpio rising, Sag moon

Slytherin

INTJ

Autism, ADHD, OCD, anxiety, depression, anorexia

Writer, artist, reader

FANDOMS

It (Seen Ch. One 23 times, Ch. Two 3 times)

Stranger Things (Seen 2 times)

Harry Potter (Read 20+ times)

Grey's Anatomy (Seen 4 times)

Adventure Time (Seen 2+ times)

The Maze Runner (Seen TMR 5 times, read it 3 times, seen TST 3 times, read it 2 times, seen TDC 4 times, read it 3 times, read TKO 2 times, read TFC 3 times)

Twilight (seen 1 time)

One Direction (seen the movie 1 time)

Red, White, & Royal Blue (read 3 times)

Gravity Falls (seen 2 times)

Friends (seen 9 times)

Heartstopper (seen 3 times)

Young Royals (seen 1 time)

I Am Not Okay With This (seen 1 time)

Descendants (seen 3+ times)

Teen Wolf (seen 1 time)

Over The Garden Wall (seen 4+ times)

Luca (seen 6 times)

Sabrina: The Teenage Witch (seen unknown amount of times)

SHIPS

Byler (Will Byers x Mike Wheeler - ST - fandom otp)

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson - ST)

Ronance (Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler - ST)

Elmax (El Hopper x Max Mayfield - ST)

Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT - fandom otp)

Stenbrough (Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stozier (Stan Uris x Richie Tozier - IT)

Hanbrough (Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stanlon (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon - IT)

Stanlonbrough (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Kaspbrough (Eddie Kaspbrak x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Bichie (Bill Denbrough x Richie Tozier - IT)

Steddie (Stan Uris x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT)

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black - HP - fandom otp)

Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black - HP)

Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Linny (Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley - HP)

Scorbus (Scorpius Malfoy x Albus Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Newtmas (Newt x Thomas - TMR - fandom otp)

Schmico (Levi Schmitt x Nico Kim - GA - fandom otp)

Slexie (Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey - GA)

Calzona (Callie Torres x Arizona Robbins - GA)

Japril (Jackson Avery x April Kepner - GA)

Bubbline (Bonibel Bubblegum x Marceline Abadeer - AT - fandom otp)

Larry Stylinson (Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles - 1D - fandom otp)

Luberto (Luca Paguro x Alberto Scorfano - Luca - fandom otp)

FAVORITE/COMFORT CHARACTERS

Will Byers (ST - fandom fav)

George O'Malley (GA - fandom fav)

Arizona Robbins (GA)

Lexie Grey (GA)

April Kepner (GA)

Ginny Weasley (HP - fandom fav)

Newt (TMR - fandom fav)

Marceline (AT - fandom fav)

Eddie Kaspbrak (IT - fandom fav)

Richie Tozier (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Stan Uris (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Alice Cullen (Twilight - fandom fav)

Remus Lupin (HP - fandom fav)

Sirius Black (HP)

Colin Morris-Jones (It's A Sin - fandom fav)

Stanley Barber (IANOWT - fandom fav)

Scorpius Malfoy (HP -fandom fav)

Albus Potter (HP)

Mal Bertha (Descendents - fandom fav)

Stiles Stilinski (TW - fandom fav)

Lydia Martin (TW)

Wirt (OTGW - fandom fav)

Greg (OTGW)

Luca Paguro (Luca - fandom fav)

Sabrina Spellman (STTW)

Salem Saberhagen (STTW - fandom fav)

FAVORITE CELEBRITIES

Taylor Swift (fav album speak now or evermore)

Louis Tomlinson (fav album walls)

Harry Styles (fav album debut)

Niall Horan (fav album flicker)

Liam Payne

Zayn Malik

Ryan Reynolds

Wyatt Oleff

Jaeden Martell

Finn Wolfhard

Jack Dylan Grazer

Sophia Lillis

Noah Schnapp

Chyler Leigh

Dove Cameron

Conan Gray (fav album kid krow)

#abt me #pinned

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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characters/people I write for!!

CONTENT CREATORS

TommyInnit

Tubbo

Ranboo

GenLoss! Ranboo

Freddie Badlinu

Niki Nihachu

Quackity

Karl Jacobs

Foolish Gamers

Charlie Slimecicle

Cellbit

Philza Minecraft (Platonic)

JuicyFruitSnacks

EddieVR

JoshDub

EVIL DEAD RISE

Danny Bixler

Bridget Bixler

Beth Bixler

Ellie Bixler

Kassie Bixler (Platonic)

MID90S

Stevie (Platonic)

Ruben (Platonic)

Fuckshit

Ray

Fourthgrade

THE MAZE RUNNER

Minho

Newt

Brenda

Aris

Sonya

Harriet

Gally

Frypan

MBAV

Ethan Morgan

Rory Keaner

Sarah Fox

Erica Jones

GHOSTBUSTERS

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler

Podcast

Lucky Domingo

ACTORS

Jaeden Martell

Wyatt Oleff

Sophia Lillis

Finn Wolfhard

Caleb McLaughlin

Sadie Sink

Morgan Davies

Aryan Simhadri

Charlie Bushnell

Walker Scobell

Leah Jeffries (platonic only)

TOKIO HOTEL

Bill Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz

Georg Listing

Gustav Schafer

OTHERS

JJ Maybank (OBX)

Pope Heyward (OBX)

Stanley Barber (IANOWT)

Ziggy Katz (WYFSTW)

Ben Starling (Paper Towns)

Shawn Hunter (Boy Meets World)

Elisia Brown (T@gged)

Rowan Fricks (T@gged)

Trevor Askill (T@gged)

Luke Castellan (PJO)

Percy Jackson (PJO) (Platonic)

Grover Underwood (PJO) (Platonic)

Annabeth Chase (PJO) (Platonic)

Hunter Noceda-Deamonne (TOH)

Nick Nelson (Heartstopper)

Tao Xu (Heartstopper)

Charlie Spring (Heartstopper)

Evan Buckley (9-1-1)

Maddie Buckley (9-1-1)

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Athena Grant (9-1-1)

May Grant (9-1-1)

Kidblink (Newsies 1992)

Jack Kelly (Newsies 1992)

David Jacobs (Newsies 1992)

Koby (One Piece LA)

Nami (One Piece LA)

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rachaelswrites · 2 years

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Tour Guide

Wyatt Oleff x Holland!reader

Social Media Post

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#x teen!reader #x sister!reader #wyatt oleff x reader #wyatt oleff #tom holland x teen!reader #tom holland x sister!reader #paddy holland #harry holland #sam holland #social media #rachaels2000followersleepover

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dumdumsun · 3 years

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Forever and Never

A/N: Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: mentions of marijuana and heavy making out (almost sex)

Word Count: 2277

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Seven: Clear Skies From Here

“I assume your relationship with Stan only gets better from here.”

“Oh, yes.”

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So, the next day started out very tense. No one was talking to each other. Sydney avoided everyone, Brad was a fuming mess, Dina was a crying mess, and Ricky was a bruise-littered mess. Everyone could tell we went through yet another breakup from the way we completely avoided each other, so they had that to whisper about along with the fact that Jenny gave Brad some type of sex-trasmitted disease. I tried my best to stick by Dina’s side and direct her away from the whispers, despite how impossible it was. We hardly communicated with each other all morning, save for the looks of concern we’d pass whenever hearing a hushed rumor about either one of us slip out. She told me that she and Syd had an argument when she found out we were lied to about what was on the security tape. After she dragged me to the library, I had my own suspicions as well that Stan would no doubt hear of.

At lunch, Dina and I sat together with a few mates we only spoke to during class. It was the best crowd we had for the day, since I had no idea where Stan was and Dina was thoroughly avoiding her own best friend. A few tables away, Brad and Ricky sat alone, their table vacant and devoid of their usual followers. It could have filled me with amusement, but I remembered the reason they’re in this predicament. They hurt Dina and I. And there was nothing amusing about that. Fortunately, our classmates were more than willing to avoid the topic of our ex-boyfriends and instead talked about anything else. In my peripheral, I watched as Stan approached Sydney, smacking his bagged lunch on the table and sitting across from her. He was wildly gesturing with his hands as he went on and on about something that clearly excited him. But Sydney was spacing out, her eyes not even on Stan. If I were over there, I’d be listening, Stan…

“Zip?”

I blinked and turned to one of my mates, Cassandra, who was smiling patiently at me. “Sorry, what?”

“I was asking if you’re still going to homecoming?”

“Oh, uh… No, I don’t think so. Not really in the mood to…”

“Awe, man,” The girls groaned. “But you need to get out, have fun!”

I opened my mouth to protest when I felt a presence behind me. It swung around my form and plopped down in the seat beside me. A smile I’d hardly worn all day adorned my features at the sight of Stan. “Hey, lovely. Um… I know you probably don’t wanna go to homecoming anymore, but… I was thinking we could go together?” When I didn’t react, his smile dropped. “U-Unless, you’re totally put off by that. In that case we could always just hang out? We don’t have to go anywhere, we can just, like, sit and watch movies and-”

“You know what, Stan?” Our fingers naturally interlocked. “I think going to homecoming with you is exactly what I need. Why the hell not?” We giddily smiled at each other as everyone at our table loudly gushed. This got Ricky’s attention, and I could tell because I caught his stare. When our gazes met, he jumped and quickly looked away to the empty spot Brad once occupied. Clearing my throat, I turned back to the people around me as they continued to rave over me and Stan.

After school, Stan drove us to his house for a well-deserved hang out. He mentioned that he spent so much time with Sydney that he was starting to miss me. I tried not to display my flustered state, but my stuttering failed me. As soon as we entered his house, he pulled me downstairs to his bedroom, the two of us chucking our backpacks wherever. When our eyes set on the record player, we raced towards it, shoving each other away when one of us got closer to it. Stan saw that I was winning and grabbed me by the waist. “No!” I laughed. “I’m picking the music!”

“No, you’re not!” His long arm stretched above my head towards the Bloodwitch album. Seeing this, my eyes widened.

“Not again! No!” Risking it all, my hand that was holding him back shot out and grabbed Smith Westerns’s Dye It Blonde album, my cry of triumph mixing with his groan of defeat. He slumped to the floor as I put on the music. As Weekend started up, I turned to Stan and shimmied my way past him, taking myself over to his shelf. “Let’s do a puzzle, Stanley.”

The two of us spent forty-five minutes on that puzzle. It was a thousand pieces and we often got distracted enough to step away and start on an entirely different puzzle with fewer pieces. When we returned to it, we laid on our stomachs across from each other, our feet kicking in the air as we silently placed puzzle pieces in the wrong places.

“We’re so stupid.”

“Very.”

We both snorted and dropped the pieces we held to playfully shove each other before resuming. I took a deep breath and let my curiosity get the better of me. “How come Syd dumped you? You know, for the dance?”

“Um… we got in an argument.” He quietly answered.

“Was it about what actually happened on that security footage?”

Stan’s head shot up. “What… are you talking about?”

“Dina showed me the library. You guys didn’t get caught having sex. Why’d we do all of that?” I asked as Stan gaped at me. “What, you didn’t think I’d figure it out?”

“In my defense… No?” When I deadpanned, he sighed. “Okay, no, we didn’t have sex. But I’m not gonna put Sydney’s business out there like that, alright? I can do that for her, even if she is being a dick to me right now. It’s like everytime I offer her my help, it’s never enough…”

I tilted my head at him as the tune of All Die Young danced in my ears. “Why do you like her so much, then?”

He looked startled when I asked him. “What do you mean?”

“Uh… Like, why do you still like Sydney when she’s pushing you away and snapping at you?”

“I don’t know,” He muttered. “I still think she’s cool, but maybe… maybe I don’t even like her that way anymore. I think my feelings are fading.”

“How come?” My breath caught in my throat at the look he gave me, the most serious expression he’s ever worn and it told me I should already know the answer.

“You.”

The next second, we were on each other like our lives depended on it. Our lips clashed, our hands roamed, and the tiniest sounds of pleasure left between our mouths. As I backed towards the couch, Stan’s knees slid across our puzzle, the pieces loosening from each other’s hold and scattering across the bedroom. This had to have been the most passionate out of every kiss we had at that point. He pressed me into the cushions of the couch as my hands went to the hem of his shirt. He allowed me to tug it over his head before he ducked down to kiss my neck. To give him better access, I sat up a bit and pulled my shirt off. Stan shamelessly stared at my chest as I ran my hands through his curls. When I went in for another kiss, he was hesitant to return it. Our pace gradually slowed until he eventually pulled away. My eyes darted from his tousled hair that was slowly falling back into place, to his heaving bare chest, to his swollen lips as they formed a sentence.

“We can’t do this.”

A little hurt, my eyes then snapped up to his. “W-What?”

“You don’t… You don’t need this right now, (Y/N).”

“What I need? You don’t know what I need, Stan.”

“Yes, I do, because I know you. And I know right now, you don’t need someone to fuck you. Y-You need someone to talk to you and comfort you and be a decent human being. You don’t need a hook-up and I sure as hell am not gonna be that for you. As much as you may want it. A-As much as I want it. Just… not right now.”

At my defeated expression, Stan sighed and helped me sit up. We embraced each other silently after I nodded. There was nothing more I wanted than to be intimate with him. I knew I was still healing, but I thought that if Stan helped, I’d heal a little faster. But this wasn’t our wound, it was mine. I could have him kiss it better, fuck it better, all I wanted, but that wouldn’t solve anything. I just needed to give myself more time. He wasn’t going anywhere.

A smile spread across my face as Dance Away started up. Pulling away from Stan, I slowly stood to my feet and let the music guide my movements. My eyes shut as I twirled and jumped all around his bedroom. He watched me for a moment, in awe, before standing and joining me. Sometime during the song, he started smoking because when I ended up in front of him, he was holding out the smoke for me.

Stan was the thing of dreams when he danced. He let himself free and wreaked havoc upon your dancing morals. Because he might not have been the best, but he was the most confident and definitely put my own moves to shame. As I smoked the rest of his joint, my (e/c) stare followed his movements around the room. He hopped and skipped and tapped his way back over in my direction, circling me as I bobbed my head to the music. We had listened to half the album that way before we crashed on the couch, our chests glistening with sweat as they rose and fell in rapid patterns. Once we calmed down, he turned to me with a lazy smile. “Let’s make food.”

Our pancakes took a bit longer to make than we thought, especially when Stan decided on another dance break in the middle of us cooking. “Ah, Stan!” I laughed and pulled away from him. “It’s burning.”

“Oh, shit, it’s burning.” He snorted as he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as I discarded the two blackened pancakes into his trash. I shivered at the sensation of us being skin-to-skin, Stan swaying us to the faint music from downstairs. I could remember one other time I had truly been this happy. Simply enjoying what I was doing, who I was doing it with, without the worry of the incoming consequences.

It was a month before my dad was to move me back to Kansas. Five months before the end of my junior year.

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Stan and I were in my bedroom, one of the few times he’d come over. He was thoroughly inspecting my numerous playlists on my phone, eyes squinted in concentration as the conversation between Veronica Sawyer and Jason Dean on my television captured my attention. That was, until Stan let out a sigh. “It’s been… three months since I last recommended Bloodwitch to you and there’s still none in your phone.”

“Stan,” I whined. “I don’t like Bloodwitch.”

“You’ll like it one day, dammit.”

“I doubt that.”

He sat up and shifted his position so that he was laying by my side on his back, with me on my stomach. “So, do you like any bands at all? Those playlists weren’t entirely disappointing. Found some good stuff in there.” He teased with a smile. I poked his dimple and rolled my eyes.

“I don’t specifically listen to anyone. I just listen to music that speaks to me.”

“Huh,” His brows knitted together. “That explains your wide-spread music taste… I think that’s beautiful, Nugget.”

“Thank you.” I booped his nose, the boy swatting at my hand as I laughed. He sighed and turned his head to me.

“You know, I’ve never met anyone like you before, (Y/N)... You can meet anyone like anyone around here, but… not you.”

“Well,” I lightly blushed and rested my hand on his chest. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Mr Stanley Barber.”

He slowly sat up, eyes glued to mine. “Then I guess we finally have something in common.”

“Besides the bacne?”

He playfully grimaced before gently kissing the back of my hand. My head travelled down to meet his and without a second of hesitation, we kissed. This hadn’t been our first kiss, but this time it felt right. His hand reached to the back of my neck to pull me in closer. We were a mess of clashing teeth and tongue, but we were happy. Eventually, in need of air, we pulled away from each other. Our eyes were blown wide and we had gigantuous smiles on our faces as we simultaneously breathed out,

“Whoa…”

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We never spoke of that kiss afterwards. After our first one just months before, that had become our routine. Intimate and magical moments, kiss, pretend, rinse and repeat. A month later, my dad called and demanded I start packing. Pam was to bring me to the airport in the morning where I would fly back to Kansas to live with him once again. Where I would disappear off the face of the earth and inevitably return a year later. I guess that seems to be my pattern, right?

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Taglist: @nate-isnt-great @sapphicsyn @stqnley @lonely-kermit @a-t-h-r-e-e-n-a @moatsnow

#i am not okay with this #ianowt #i am not okay with this x reader #ianowt x reader #ianowt fanfic #ianowt stanley barber #stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #wyatt oleff #wyatt oleff x reader #forever and never

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 years

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What Is This Feeling? // Stan Uris

request: none

prompts: 2, 36, 49, 69

warnings: forced confession

a/n: i did another pick random character and prompts thing 🙃

It was Saturday again. And just like every Saturday, the losers were having a sleepover. This one was at your house. It was also the first one at your house, which put a lot of pressure on you. Because now you had to plan the whole thing.

Luckily for you, Beverly helped you. You had the whole night planned out. Now you were in your room, getting changed for the sleepover, when your door opened.

“You need some help with that?”

You turned around and saw Richie standing in your door frame, with smirk on his face. You immediately covered yourself up and glared at him.

“What the fuck? Get out!” you said as you chucked a pillow at his head.

“Yeesh, harsh much?” Richie said as he laughed and left the room.

You quickly finished getting changed and then headed down to your basement, where the rest of the losers were.

“S-so w-what do you g-guys w-want to do f-first?” Bill asked, taking charge, like always. You were a little relieved that you didn’t have to come up with everything.

“Truth or dare!” Richie shouted, eager to play the game, like always.

Everyone agreed and all eight of you got into a circle, and the game began. Seven turns, and seven stupid dares later, it was finally your turn.

“Stan,” you said as you turned to look at him,” truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said.

“What?! Come on, truth is so boring!” Richie complained.

Eddie grabbed him with his elbow, telling him to shut up.

“Who do you have a crush on?” you asked him.

Stan’a face instantly went red, and he shock his head not wanting to answer.

“You have to answer, Stanford, it’s the rules,” Richie said.

“Come on! Just tell me!” you asked him.

“You,” he said, the blush on his face only darkening, “I like you.”

Richie laughed and shoved Stan. The game continued, but there was tension between you and Stan. Everyone could feel it. But no one acknowledged it. Then seven minutes in heaven was suggested, though you don’t exactly remember who did it.

Beverly found a bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle. After a few awkward rounds, it was your turn. You spun the bottle and it landed on Stanley. He blushed once more, and Richie shoved him towards the closet. You followed and walked inside, before Beverly locked you in.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Stan mumbled locking down.

Before he could say anything else, you leaned forward and kissed him. A few moments later, he kissed you back.

“What is this feeling?” Stan asked you as he pulled you away.

“Love,” you answered before you leaned forward and kissed him again.

#it #it 2017 #it 2019 #stan uris #stanley uris #stan uris imagine #stanley uris imagine #stan uris x reader #stanley uris x reader #wyatt oleff #wyatt oleff imagine #wyatt oleff x reader #the losers club #imagine #imagines

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lemon-boy-stan · 4 years

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truth or dare - stan uris

stanley uris x virgin!reader. warnings: oral (fem recieving), swearing, sexual refrences. sixteen plus!!!

It started when Richie spoke the uncomfortable question that day in the Clubhouse.

It was a sunny day, a Thursday, and you and the rest of the Losers had gone there to hang out after jumping into the Quarry.

“Y/N! It’s your turn! Truth, or dare?”

“Um, truth?”

“What?! Lame!”

“I already picked ‘dare’ five times in a row, Trashmotuh,” you crossed your arms.

“Whatever. OK. Y/N!”

“That’s my name.”

“Ever been eaten out before?”

“What?”

Richie snickered. Stanley, beside you, looked down at the floorboards, something washed over his face – confusion?

“You can’t answer a question with a question, Y/N,” Beverly threw a piece of crumpled paper at Richie but missed.

“Um, no, I guess. Why? What, what does that mean?”

Even Eddie looked amused.

“Nothing,” Stan spoke loudly. “It means nothing.”

“Whatever you say, Stan the Man. Oh my god! Look at how fucking hard he -” Richie pointed to Stan and Eddie slapped his arm down before you could see what he was pointing at and he scowled.

“Shut up, Richie,” your best friend didn’t let him finish. “Or I swear I’ll give you a black eye.”

“Who would w – win?” Bill laughed, not bothering to hold him back.

“Stan, probably,” Eddie squeaked.

“Wanna bet?”

“Five bucks,” spoke Ben.

“You’re on.” The fact that even Mike and Eddie knew what Richie was talking about made you want to shove your face into a pillow in embarrasment.

Stanley didn’t seem fussed that you didn’t know, in fact, you thought, it amused him.

Or at least, he was smiling at it.

The smirk which grew on his face made your heart beat a thousand times faster.

“Wait, I’m still confused,” Beverly covered her mouth. “What does it mean?”

“It means nothing,” Stan repeated.

“Stan’s just jealous because he wants to be the first one who -”

“Shut UP, Richie!” Stanley’s face was red.

“Yeah, shut up, it’s getting kind of disgusting.”

Richie backed down – for now.

“You’re making her uncomfortable,” Beverly covered your ears. “Stop it.”

“I can still hear, y’know,” she laughed and removed her hands. “Well,” you got up. “I have to go.” You didn’t, you were just embarassed. “See you tomorrow. Bye, Mike.”

“I’m coming with you. Y’know, to -”

“To f -”

“Keep you safe.”

You rolled your eyes but Stan got up.

“Bye.” Mike crossed his arms and glared at Richie as Bev called after you miserably.

“Aww, N/N! No! Stan! Guys!”

“They always do this. Always.” Spoke Ben. “I swear, like, every time.” Bill nodded.

They watched as you ignored them, climbing up the ladder, not bothering to check if Stanley was following you – he was, and he ran up just as you were about to shut the door on him.

“Mind if I stay over?”

Yes. I do mind, go home, Stanley, and let me wallow in self pity.

You shrugged.

“Well, my parents aren’t gonna be back any time soon, so I guess not.”

“I can’t believe it’s seven already.”

“Yeah. So, what do you wanna do?” You weren’t really that enthusiastic.

He shrugged.

“Anyone ever tell you how pretty you were?”

“What?”

“Let me tell you,” he whispered. “You, Y/N L/N, are prettier,” he spoke the words like a spell. “Than any girl I’ve ever met before,” he made you blush and you didn’t know why. He stepped closer. “Wanna know why?”

“Sure.” Was all you could manage.

He chuckled softly.

“You’re intelligent,” he paused, lowering his hand. “Funny,” lower. “Creative,” so close it was touching, but you didn’t mind. “Unique,” even closer now. “And so. Fucking. Wet.”

Your body jerked at the sudden touch of his hand against your tights.

“Stan!”

“Yes, babygirl?”

You threw your head back. He’d never, ever callen you… that… before.

“Please…” you struggled to get the words out. “Keep going.”

“All you had to say. Just… jump.”

“What?”

“Jump. Go on. Jump.”

“Like…”

“Exactly like that.”

Legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you to your bed, hand stroking your pussy.

“Stan,” he placed you down.

“Yeah?”

“Take them off, take my clothes off,”

“Whatever you say, babygirl.”

You threw your head back once again.

“Like it when I call you that?”

You nodded.

“Always knew you were sub.”

“Mmph.”

“This,” he murmured, mouth open at your entrance. “Is what ‘giving head’ is.”

“What -” and then you gasped, clutched the sheets with your fists. “Oh. Stan. Oh!” He didn’t reply, just kept going. Your legs felt like jelly, you wanted to close your eyes…

“You can close your eyes, babygirl,”

So you did, letting out soft moans as he ate you, crying out his name as his tongue dove in and out.

Your legs shook even more, you clutched the curls atop his head.

“Stan, I’m gonna,”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please, let me cum, please.”

“Such a good girl.”

The words made your stomach twist.

“Please, Stan.”

He shook his head and you wanted to cry as he went on and on and on.

“Please, Stan!”

“No can do.”

He went back in.

“Please. I can’t -”

“I swear if you cum right now, Y/N -”

“Stan!”

You were on the climax of your orgasm.

“Ah-uh.”

“Oh my god. Oh, fuck. Stan! Oh, fuck, Stan,” and it was just his mouth. “Stan, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

And then you came, moaning his name like a prayer, collapsing on the bed.

He wasn’t even tired.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “Stan, that was so hot, I -”

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re so hot.”

You blushed at the corny joke.

“Fuck, I wanna do this all the time,”

“Well, we can, but not all the time,”

“How? What?”

“Well, be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Stan,” you breathed and he smirked.

“I still can’t believe you’re a virgin…”

“Shut up!”

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