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sweetlysilent · 6 years

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Daffodils

Requested By: Anonymous & @teenwolftrash9241114

hi can you do something where reader went away for the summer and had a MAJOR glow up while she was gone so when she comes back stan is SHOOK

can i get a stan imagine where they meet as kids but then one of them moves away and they reunite as teenagers or something of the sort? thanks xx

I recommend you listen to this song, while reading, bc I listened to it while I wrote it and it puts you in the mood. Also, I can't link it to YouTube anymore because my computer is whacked and thinks everything is a virus, so I linked it from Tumblr that connects to Spotify. Hopefully it works!

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Description: They say when you're young you remember the important things, so when you met a young boy with curly hair, you remembered when he gave you a daffodil, a flower that meant to new beginnings, also your new friendship; but then one summer you moved away without any notice, leaving the boy confused and hurt, but deep down he knew the universe would somehow reunite them one day.

Warnings: Slight swearing, some sadness, cute fluffy ending !!

Word Count: 5,425 (got WAY carried away asdfghjkl)

A/N: hOLY WOW okay so I loved these two ideas and I had to merge them together because it was just so perfect?? And I absolutely LOVE this fic so much, it's another one of my faves that I've written if I'm being honest. I spent probably four hours just writing this and making sure it was perfect, so I really hope you enjoy it!! :))

"Y/N why don't you go play in the field alright sweetie? Find some pretty flowers to bring back and we can put them in a vase for our table." Your mother smiled, her hand cupping your cheek gently as you smiled happily up at your mother, nodding eagerly before skipping across the street, into the field.

You skipped throughout the field, the colorful flowers blowing around from the wind, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. The field was glowing in a way you had never experienced before, it was mesmerizing, magical.

You walked through the flowers, your fingertips running along the tops of the yellow and white petals, a bright smile on your face as you breathed in the fresh air.

Your mother and father told you one evening while you were all on a family walk; that kids your age only remembered the important things, or the tragic things that happen to them when they were younger. You had asked them why that was, and they simply responded with 'It's something special enough that's worth remembering Y/N, for example, our evening family walks, when you get older, you'll have a family of your own, and maybe you'll do your own family walks too.'

Now here you were, sitting in the middle of the field, taking in the scenery around you, even though you were seven years old, you had a deep appreciation for nature and the life around you. You liked how the sun would glow on certain things and didn't on some, or how when the wind blew you could sometimes hear it whistling in your ears, or how if you sat still enough, you could hear the bees buzzing in the flowers.

It was a life experience you would never forget, something that would stick with you until you grew old and died, which you were okay with, because that meant you lived your life to the fullest.

Your fingers ran along a white flower, the petal soft and silky between your fingertips, the wind blowing ever so slightly, causing your hair to move along with the direction it was blowing, as a twig snapped a few feet away from you, catching your attention.

"Hello?" You called out, your voice echoing slightly from the emptiness in the field, your eyes scanning the horizon before something, or someone, emerged from within the flowers.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't know anyone was here.." The voice called back, making you giggle slightly at how hesitant the person was.

"It's okay! You can come join me if you want!" You shouted once more, before seeing the appearance of a boy come through the petals, he looked about your age, curly hair, a book in his hand.

"H-Hi." The boy smiled shyly, raising his hand up slightly to give a small wave, making you giggle once more, waving back at him.

"Hi." You smiled, squinting up at him from the sunlight which was shining down right on top of you two.

"I'm, Stanley, but you can call me Stan." He smiled, hesitantly walking over to you, taking a seat beside you as you smiled softly at him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." You turned your head, smiling at the boy, putting your hand out for him to shake, which he did.

"I didn't know anyone else would be out here, normally I'm the only one who wanders into the field at this time." Stan admitted, his face flushing slightly as he squinted his eyes.

"Well I hope you don't mind sharing Stanley, but I'm quite fascinated with nature myself, it's beautiful." You breathed out, your eyes scanning across the field, the sun radiating off a small pond of water.

"My mother also told me to pick some flowers for our table, we just moved here." You smiled, twirling a yellow daffodil between your fingers.

"Oh cool! Where'd you move from?" Stan questioned, the curiosity laced within his voice as he glanced over at you.

"Texas." You responded with a sigh, a feeling of sadness taking over, the thoughts of leaving your friends behind entering your mind once again.

"That's a long ways away, do you -do you miss your friends back home?" He questioned, as if reading your mind, as you gave a slight nod, leaning your head on his shoulder.

His eyes widened slightly, his face flushing once more, before he let his own head rest against yours. You didn't know what overpowered you do to this gesture, but for some reason you felt a connection with Stan, as if you had known him all your life, you felt at ease with him, peaceful.

"Y/N honey! Dinner!" You heard your mother calling for you, making you sigh slightly before lifting your head off his shoulder, giving him a shy smile.

"It was nice meeting you Stanley, I hope I see you again." You giggled, as you picked a few flowers for the vase, giving Stan a shy wave and began to walk home.

"Wait! Y/N!" Stan called after you, making you stop and turn around, watching as he jogged to catch up with you, a white flower in his hand.

"T-This is for you. I read that daffodils mean a new beginning, a fresh start, and I think, -or at least I hope that we can become really good friends, -so, this is uh -for you." He stammered, a shy smile on his face as he handed you the small white flower.

A smile overtook your lips as you accepted his kind gesture, twirling it between your fingers as you looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes.

"Trust me Stanley, we're going to be great friends, I'll never forget you." You smiled genuinely, placing the flower behind your ear, your hair falling over it slightly, before giving him a small wave, heading back to your house for dinner.

He watched you walk off, your silhouette fading as you got farther away from him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, a bright smile on his face. Not only had he made a new friend, but it was someone who understood him, someone that was interested in the same things he was, and it made something within him blossom.

A few weeks after you had met Stan, you both met up in the field each evening, in the beginning you were both just getting to know each other, what you both liked and disliked, what your favorite food was, favorite color, basically everything.

You had found out he loved bird watching, and that the book you had saw him carrying the first day you both met was actually a bird book he was reading. He let you skim through the pages one day, his heart beating as he saw you were genuinely interested in what he loved.

The next time you both met up at the field he brought binoculars, and you got to experience bird watching from a whole different level, it was breathtaking. However, Stan would secretly take small glances at you, the birds weren't the only thing that was breathtaking in his eyes.

As more time went on, you and Stan got even closer, you both also got older too, you both were now ten years old. Time was flying by and you didn't mind, especially if you had Stan to be around, he was your best friend.

"Y/N I have a surprise for you." Stan grinned, walking up to you with something behind his back, as you gave him a skeptical look.

"Stanley Uris what are you up to?" You crossed your arms, squinting up at him as you sat on the checkered blanket that was spread across a small patch of grass in the field.

"Close your eyes and I'll place it in your hand." Stan smiled, waiting for you to shut your eyes, before placing the object in your hands.

Once you felt something being placed into the palms of your hands, you heard him say 'Now open.' and your eyes flickered open, seeing a white and yellow daffodil between two sheets of glass.

"This, -This is beautiful Stanley." You smiled, observing the two flowers, their color radiating off of them.

"I got my mother to help me make it, but I thought you'd like it. You remember how I gave you the white daffodil the day we first met?" Stan smiled, sitting down next to you as you nodded.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's all dried up by now, but these, -these will stay like this forever, they were preserved in the glass, so they'll never lose their color." Stan explained, a soft smile on his mouth as you grinned down at the object in your hands.

"Stanley this is amazing, thank you." You smiled, setting down the glass and giving him a hug, which he immediately responded to, wrapping his arms around you.

It was a gesture that found a place in your heart, a place where only special memories go, ones that you'd remember until the day you died.

Evening soon turned to night and you and Stan had gone back home, while you were making space on your dresser, placing the glassed flowers in the center, a smile on your lips as you really got to observed it, your eyes quickly catching something behind the flowers.

There, engraved in the glass was two names.

Behind the white flower was, Y/N, Y/L/N and behind the yellow flower was Stanley Uris and then underneath all of it was written, Best friends since seven years old.

Your fingertips ran over the engraved words, a tear slipping down your cheek, your heart racing slightly. Stanley wasn't like other boys you'd met before, he was different, he appreciated you and what your interests were, he liked you, for you.

Your life was finally going the way you had always dreamed of, until one night you were woken up suddenly, your mother rushing into your room, telling you to pack whatever you could, and that they had to leave right that moment.

Your eyes were wide, as you nodded frantically, grabbing the duffle bag from underneath your bed, shoving in whatever you could, clothing, bathroom necessities, your stuffed animal, whatever money you had saved up, and then your eyes trailed to the glassed flowers.

You walked over to it, a sad smile on your face as you grabbed it, placing it in your duffle bag, before grabbing your blanket and pillow, zipping up your bag, tossing it over your shoulder, and exiting your room.

Your parents were already outside, the car engine started already, as they tossed their duffle bags as well into the trunk, while you took yours into the back seat, setting it on the floor as you buckled in. Your father and mother also getting into the car, before your father backed out of your driveway, and sped down the street.

You turned your head back, taking one last look at the field you loved, a place that opened you up to new things, new friends, a new beginning, a beginning that was now being put on hold.

The field started growing smaller the farther you drove away from it, the darkness being the only thing you could now see, making you sigh and face the front once more, you didn't even get to tell Stanley goodbye.

The next day Stan waited for you in the field, but you never showed up, at first he thought you had just gotten busy, so he let it slide. The next day he thought for sure you'd show up, but you didn't, and you didn't the next day after that, and after that and that's when he finally admitted you were just not coming anymore.

His heart broke, had he done something to scare you off? Was the gift he gave you too much? His mind was going into overdrive as he tried to come up with reasons as to why you never showed up.

He decided one day he'd try apologizing to you, so he went to your house, walked up to your front door, and rang the doorbell, only for there to be no response. He then noticed all the mail and news papers scattered across your front porch.

His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the dates on all of the papers, these were from weeks ago, why were they just laying around on your porch?

A few minutes passed by, until his eyes widened slightly in realization, you had moved, you had left, without saying anything, without any notice, without saying goodbye.

His expression dropped quickly, tears starting to pool in his eyes, this is why you never came to the field, this is why you never got back to him, because you were gone.

From that day Stan went through the stages of sadness, his mother and father were concerned for him, trying to convince him that he didn't do anything wrong, that he'd move past this, that he'd get over you eventually, that it just took time.

But he couldn't, as hard as he tried to, he couldn't get over you.

Three Years Later

"It's like this church full of Jews right, and Stan has to take this super Jew-y test." Eddie explained to Bill and Riche as they wandered down the busy school hallway.

"But how does it work?" Bill questioned, glancing at the smaller boy beside him.

"They slice the tip of his dick off." Eddie answered, shrugging his shoulders as he waved his hands around for emphasis.

"But Stan will have nothing left." Richie grinned, making Bill laugh as Stan approached from behind them.

"Hey Stan, what happens at the bar mitzvah anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-d-dick off." Bill questioned, looking over at the curly haired boy, a smug smile on his face.

"Yeah and I think the Rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, and turn to the crowd and say 'where's the beef?'" Richie joked, laughter escaping his lips and Bill and Eddie snorted in response.

"At the bar mitzvah, I read from the Torah and then suddenly I become a man." Stan explained, as he rounded the corner with his friends, walking past Henry Bowers and his puppet friends.

"Think they'll sign my yearbook?" Richie joked, as they all went down the stairs to exit the school.

As they made their way outside, they all slung their backpacks off their shoulders, dumping whatever they had into the trashcan.

"Best feeling ever." Stan grinned, as he threw his last notebook into the trash, before his gaze snapped over to Richie who was about to tell a joke, but he gave him a look before he could speak.

"So, what do you guys want to do tomorrow?" Eddie questioned, readjusting his now empty backpack on his back.

"I start my training." Richie explained, watching as Eddie rolled his eyes in response.

"What training?" Eddie questioned tiredly, crossing his arms as Bill and Stan stood around the both of them.

"Street fighter." Richie replied excitedly, giving him a wink making Eddie laugh sarcastically.

"Is that how you really want to spend your summer? Inside an arcade?" Eddie grimaced, the amount of germs in that place was enough for Eddie to be put in quarantine for the rest of his life.

"Beats spending it inside your mother." Richie replied, raising his arm in the air with a 'OOOOHHH' leaving his mouth, before Stan rolled his eyes and yanked his arm down.

"What if we go to the Quarry?" Stan suggested, as everyone gave a slight nod, but then remembered that they were all supposed to go to the Barrens to help look for Georgie.

They all started to walk away from the trashcan, before Henry and his puppet gang shoved their way through their group.

Henry yanked Richie's backpack straps, shoving him right into Stan as they both stumbled to the ground, making them groan. Patrick, another puppet from Henry's group picked up Stan's kippah, a grin on his face, "Nice Frisbee, flamer." He laughed, before throwing it onto a moving school bus.

Belch, another puppet member burped in Eddie's face, before shoving him into this friends, while Henry bumped his shoulder into Bill's.

"You s-s-suck Bowers!" Bill shouted, causing them all to stop walking and slowly turn around.

In that moment they all knew they were screwed, Henry was for sure going to murder them right then and there.

Henry sauntered towards Bill, his face stern, full of rage as he got in Bill's face.

"-Hey guys, I hope you don't mind me interrupting whatever this is, but can someone show me how to get to the front office?" A voice spoke over Henry, causing their attention to focus to where it came from.

Bill's eyes widened at the sight of you, he was afraid you just marked yourself as a number one enemy in Henry's murder book.

"I-I can, I mean, w-we all c-can if you'd l-l-like." Bill stuttered out, as he slowly backed away from Henry, who was grinning at you.

"I don't think we've met before, I'm Henry, Henry Bowers." He introduced himself, as you crossed your arms, an eyebrow raised.

"And your name is..?" He trailed off, a smug smile on his lips as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Not interested." You gave a fake smile, giving him a wave, before shooing him off and away to wherever him and his puppet friends go.

Henry only shook his head, a dark laugh leaving his mouth, before him and his friends left, but of course, messed with the boys once more, making you grit your teeth slightly.

You hated bullies, absolutely hated them.

"Man that guy is full of himself." You muttered, walking over to the boy with glasses, helping him up, before walking over to the next boy, holding your hand out to him.

He stared up at you, his eyes widening slightly, his breath getting caught in his throat before accepting your kind gesture.

"T-Thanks for h-helping us." Bill smiled slightly, as you gave a slight nod in response, glancing at the four of them.

"You don't actually have to show me were the front office is, I just wanted to get those shitheads away from you guys." You shrugged your shoulders, a soft smile on your lips as you gave them a small wave, before making your way to the school building.

"Wait! Hold on!" One of them shouted after you, making you halt your feet and turn back around.

"Would you like to come to the Quarry with us later?" Eddie offered, making you smile slightly.

"I'll think about it. See ya." You winked at them all, before making your way into the school, leaving them all mesmerized, especially Stan.

It wasn't possible, was it? Was it really you?

"Stanley? Hello? Earth to Stanley." Richie snapped his fingers in his face, making him blink rapidly, before swatting his hands away.

"What's up with you?" Eddie commented, as they walked next to their bikes.

"You remember when I told you about someone I knew from when I was younger? How I met them in the field and we became best friends and then they were just gone?" Stan explained warily, his fingers twitching from the memory of you disappearing.

"Yeah, what about it?" Richie questioned, his eyes magnified from his glasses as he looked at his friend.

"I think that was Y/N." Stan whispered, a faint smile on his lips, as the rest of the boys stopped walking, now slightly concerned for Stan.

"How d-d-do you k-know that for s-sure?" Bill questioned hesitantly, as Stan shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I just know."

Once you registered for school the next year, you decided to go to the one place you knew, the one place that made Derry feel like home.

You rode your bike down the road, back to the field that started it all, and where everything also seemed to be put on hold.

You dropped your bike off, wandering your way throughout the flowers, a smile on your face as you made it to the center of the field.

Your eyes flickering around, before landing on something, there laying a few feet from you was a checkered blanket, the same checkered blanket you and Stan used to sit on when you were kids.

You slowly made your way over to it, the blanket was faded, as if it was left there for a long time, as if it was forgotten, it now had some holes in it, which made your heart break at the sight.

You sat down on the blanket, your fingers running along the fabric, before you shuffled your backpack off your shoulder, bringing out the one thing that kept you sane those past three years.

You let your fingertips run across the engraved words, as you looked at the still perfectly colorful flowers pressed in-between the glass.

"Where are you Stanley?" You whispered to the glass, as if he could hear you and lead you to where he was, if he was even still in Derry.

You sat in the silence for a while, taking in the scenery of the field as if it was the first time you were doing it, still holding the glass in your lap.

You knew it was getting late, that you were supposed to meet the boys at the Quarry, but you couldn't help but feel guilty, you should be looking for Stan, not hanging out with some strangers you'd just met.

Your mind couldn't help but wander and think about how Stan had probably been waiting for you that day you left, how he was probably sitting right were you were on the checkered blanket, his book about birds beside him along with his binoculars, but you never came.

Your heart broke at the thought, you didn't want to leave him that day, but you didn't have a choice, it's how your family worked. A tear slipped down your cheek as you stood up, placing the glass back into your bag, before grabbing a fresh yellow and white daffodil.

You then made your way to the Quarry, Stan had taken you there once when you were little, saying it was the best place for bird watching, which was true.

You pedaled your bike down the road for about fifteen minutes, before turning into the forest, making your way through until you heard voices shouting.

You hopped off your bike, letting your bag sit beside it as you walked into view, catching their attention.

You still held the flowers in your hand as you glanced at all the boys, noticing there was someone new to the group, who you soon learned was named Ben.

"You made it!" Richie cheered, making you smile and laugh lightly.

"We weren't sure if you were going to come or not." Eddie confessed, making your eyebrows furrow.

"And miss you guys jumping off a cliff? I wouldn't miss that." You teased them, smiling as they all laughed nervously, they were bluffing when they said they did cliff jumping all the time, but of course, you didn't need to know that.

You walked up closer towards them, wanting to see the view for yourself, while Stan could not take his eyes off of you, before his eyes flickered down to the flowers in your hand.

"Daffodils." He whispered, catching your attention, as you looked over at him in curiosity.

"Yeah. They're my favorite." You smiled softly, twirling the two flowers between your fingertips.

"Mine too. I like the yellow ones." Stan choked out, his eyes starting to water slightly.

Your eyes flickered back up to his, noticing how they were starting to get blurry, you felt your stomach churn a bit, was he okay?

"W-Where did you get them from?" He whispered, a faint smile on his lips as his heart started racing faster.

"From a field a few miles from here.. It's a place that I used to go to as a kid, I met this boy there when I was younger, he gave," You paused for a moment your throat tightening slightly as you attempted to clear your voice before continuing, "-he gave me this glass frame with a yellow and white daffodil in it." You smiled softly at the memory, your own eyes starting to water.

"They're still colorful, just like he said they would be." You whispered, running your index fingers underneath your eyes to wipe the tears away.

"Holy shit."

"You were right."

"No way."

"This is crazy."

You looked over at the other boys who were staring at you in shock, their eyes wide, making you slightly confused.

"It's, -It's really you." Stan whispered, his eyes fixated on you, as yours flickered back over to focus on him, as his lip began to quiver slightly.

"-I don't.. -Am I supposed to know what's going on?" You trailed off, looking at him in confusion.

"Y/N, really look at me." Stan whispered, making your brows furrow even more, but you did what he said and you really looked at him, studying his features, the curly hair, the sparkling eyes, the soft smile.

It was as if you were having flashbacks, you and Stan sitting on the checkered blanket in the daffodil field, his eyes were sparkling from the sunlight shining down on him, you were laughing at a lame joke he had told you, his smile growing wider as your laughter filled his ears.

Your eyes started to water at the memory, your gaze never leaving the boys in front of you, you shook your head slightly, a strangled noise coming from your throat.

"S-Stanley? Is it.. Is it really you?" You choked out, a tear sliding down your cheek, as you covered your mouth with your hand as he nodded in response.

You immediately rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, as he did the same, your fingers getting tangled in his messy curls as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"How did I not realize it was you this whole time? Ohmygod." You choked out between sobs, making Stan laugh lightly.

You both broke apart after a few minutes, unable to wipe the smiles off each others faces.

"We both grew up Y/N, I mean look at you, you're even more gorgeous now than before, not that you weren't gorgeous before but-" He stammered, making you laugh.

It was true, from the moment he had seen you at the school he was blown away, he remembered how you looked when you were ten years old, you had short hair, your face was a bit chubby, you had braces. Yet, he still loved everything about you.

But here you are now, standing before him three years later, you're both now thirteen, your hair is longer, healthier looking, you no longer have braces, your face has slimed up a bit, along with a few light freckles dancing across the bridge of your nose.

Stan was awe struck, he couldn't believe that it was actually you, standing before him, after all this time.

His mind snapped back into reality once he noticed you giving him a small smirk, making his face flush instantly.

"I know what you mean Stanley, same goes to you, you've gotten taller, your voice got a bit deeper, your face is still adorable, and for the win, your hair has gotten curlier." You smiled, observing his features, he really had grown up a lot since you had last seen him.

You had always thought Stan was cute when you were kids, how his hair was slightly curly, how his eyes would sparkle in the sunlight, how his laugh could light up an entire room.

And now, here he was, no longer ten years old, now thirteen, looking handsome as ever, his hair curlier, hanging in his face a bit, which you loved.

Now it was his turn to snap you out of your thoughts, his voice bringing you back to reality as he shuffled his feet slightly.

"I really missed you." Stan admitted, a sad smile on his face as you let out a shaky sigh.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I left without telling you, without saying goodbye, I didn't have a chance to, my family sometimes has to leave in sudden moments without a word, and that's what happened." You explained, a tear slipping down your cheek, but Stan was quick to brush it away with his thumb.

"Makes sense as to why you never came, and why there was so much mail on your front porch." Stan smiled softly, as you nodded in response.

"You're the only thing that kept me sane the entire time I was gone, you know that?" You confessed, making his eyebrows raise slightly, as he saw your eyes light up brightly.

He watched you quickly run off to grab something from your bag, before making your way back, holding the object out to show him, seeing his eyes widen in surprise, it was the glassed flowers he had given you the day before you left.

"You really did keep it." He breathed out, his eyes sparkling as he held it in his hands, turning it over gently to see the words still engraved on the back.

"I wasn't going to leave without it." You smiled softly, watching as his face expression brightened like the sun, a smile on his lips.

"Oh for the love of god, just kiss already!" Richie shouted, startling you and Stan, you both clearly forgot they were all still there.

Stan gave you a hesitant smile, but you were done messing around, you waited three years for this moment, and you were going to take it.

You grabbed the glass from his hands, setting it on the ground, before pulling him closer to you, pressing your lips against his, causing him to freeze at first, but slowly relax and kiss you back.

Your fingers wandered through his hair, while another was resting on his cheek, while his one hand went to the mid section of your back, and the other resting gently on the side of your face.

You both eventually broke the passionate kiss, needing air, before hearing the cheering and clapping sounds from the other boys.

"YES. GET SOME STAN THE MAN."

"Shut up Richie!"

"Just sh-shove h-him off the c-cliff."

"Fuck you Bill."

You and Stan both laughed, your foreheads pressed together as you smiled at one another, the glassed flowers beneath the both of you.

The universe really did have it's way of bringing people back together, even by nature itself.

Which is exactly where you and Stan both had your first date, the place where it all started, the daffodil field.

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lemon-boy-stan · 4 years

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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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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 4 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝐚 = 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

he appreciate you, but the most attractive in you for him is your loyality. don't matter how many time he get beaten up from the bowers or getting bullied because of his religion, you never leave his side. and everytime you stand by his side, he falls in love with you more and more.

𝐛 = 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲? 𝐰𝐡𝐲/𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?)

after the school and the university –yes, of course, but if you don't want them, then that's entirely okay. but now, he don't want to talk about kids, or family, he just wants to live his little dream with you.

𝐜 = 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞?)

stan loves the most when you hug him from behind while he bikes with you. it's even better if you tilt your head to the nape of his neck; the little curls down there strokes your forehead, just like his kisses.

𝐝 = 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?)

he likes the quiet, peaceful dates. the sunny saturdays, where the two of you just go out, sitting under a tree, reading and eating little biscuits. you make pictures about the birds he likes with your polaroid cam, the instant photo get sticked in his book immediately.

𝐞 = 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 ____ (𝐞.𝐠. 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝...))

"you are my precious."

𝐟 = 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?)

stan fell in love with you in the moment when he saw that you sit right before him in history class. your (h/c) locks before him, and when you turned around to give him a pen -

𝐠 = 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞? 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐡𝐨𝐰?)

he's the most gentle boy you have ever know. not the most pda-ish guy, but at home, in your room, he always gonna stroke your hair at night, or telling you how cute you were today in the t-shirt you bought recently.

𝐡 = 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?)

as i told, stan would kiss you rather than hold your hands, but if you're inscure, or just need a fix point, you can always grab his hand and he would squeeze it, i promise you.

𝐢 = 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?)

he met you at first in the library, to search for one books he needs for his tests. you sat there at the table, reading already "the hound of baskervilles", your hair lazily falling in your face, your knees propped up to the edge of the table.

-sorry, can i... can i sit here? -he faltered, grabbing tighter the books he found. you nodded, smiled a little bit.

-one flew over the cuckoo's nest? pretty good book -you commented, pointing with your pen on the title, than leaning back to your own work, leaving him flustered and lovely.

𝐣 = 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬?)

he don't get jealous easily, he trusts you, so please don't disappoint my little bean )):

besides, if he sees that you're close to richie or bill, stan always have an eye to see, whose hand are where.

𝐤 = 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬?)

you were the first. and also, his first.

you and the losers watched a movie at mike's, during the movie you and stan gave soft strokes on the hand or pinches on each other's thighs non-stop –you lied your head on stan's shoulder, bringing your knees close to your abdomen.

when the movie's over, stan guides you home, carrying your backpack, and at the doorstep, you walk in, whispering a little "wait" to him.

–i forgot something -you mutter, surprisingly pushing your lips to his, quieting his mind and savouring it with love and affection.

𝐥 = 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 '𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?)

new saturday, new lazy day with stan.

the two of you met on the end of the street, from that point you two can easily go to the fluffy, green field near to the lake. you like these summer days –no school, no responsibilities, only the two of you, a pair of snadwiches from your lovely mom and a good book.

you hold stan's hand while walking to your usual place, the grass slightly appressed from the several days you spent here. when you sit down, you heard stan whisper something.

–did you say something, stan the man?

stan frowns, then shrugging his shoulders, grabbing your hands, kissing your forehead, his tender kiss tingling on the little curls near your temples too.

–i just wanted to say... that i love you. and thank you for being here for me, darling.

𝐦 = 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

laying on your flat roof at night, staring at the starry, dark sky, in the summer. soft rock music playing in the background, your favourites... cuddling with him, giving you the warmth you need, but his hands cold enough to give you the perfect temperature.

–you like this? –he asked quietly, not letting know your parents that the two of you sneak out in 2 am. you snuggle up to his cheek, nuzzling your nose on the curve of his dimple; your eyelashes tickling his soft skin.

–i love it. and you?

–i love it, too –he mumbles, lifting your shoulders a little bit, so now you lay on his chest. –mainly because i am with you, babylove.

and you are freaking happy too –with him, every moment is blissful and dream-like, just like him.

𝐧 = 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐥 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

he will do everything to reassure you that you're his love, his princess. you saw a missing piece from the comics you read? he'll slip it into your school-box. he always gonna buy you sweets and chocolate, sweet or salty popcorn or your favourite candy ─not only on your birthday, even when you feeling down or stressed. if stan collect enough courage, he will write little love letters to tuck it in your pocket during studying when you don't pay attention ─just to cause you a small, sweet suprise.

𝐨 = 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟?)

pastel pink. the color of the soft love and angels.

𝐩 = 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞?)

stan will call you babylove ─baby and love, just the pure definition of you for him.

𝐪 = 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

his old matchboxes (𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘴? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘺)): ), little do you know, but when his mother scolds him to clean up his room a little bit, he find them in one old, dusty shoe-box. stan can play with them for hours, and at the end of the turn-out session you can be sure, that he sneaks a pair from them onto the shelf.

𝐫 = 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲?)

sleep. even better if it's with you.

𝐬 = 𝐬𝐚𝐝 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩?)

stan is very, very emphatic, he feels immediately if something's wrong or not so right. he would talk with you, give one shoulder to cry on it, kissing and stroking your hair and cheeks ─sometimes he thinks that he can't do nothing, but when you began to snoring calmly, snuggling to his side, he get's a little more satisfied for being a good boyfriend.

𝐭 = 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭?)

mostly about the future, about a better life, you two can involve into a very deep conversation. stan like it very much when you talk about the things you like, your goals, your ideals –to him, you're a very pleasureable person.

𝐮 = 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱?)

silence. a little bit of loneliness always helps him to purify his messy mind. if the two of you sit beside each other in silence, that's absolutely perfect for stan.

𝐯 = 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐟? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟?)

he's proud of your relationship: you two can talk about everything, and always help the other to find a solution, to figure out something to the actual problem.

𝐰 = 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞?)

in his mind, his plans are pretty simple: stan would make you the perfect day in your –going to your favourite town, eating delicious foods, making photos from the two of you (mostly you, but you can't bear the thought to stand alone in all of the pictures; that's so allegoric, isn't it?). then, when the two of you sit on the hood of the car, he gently sneaks his hand into his pocket, gently holding your ring-finger, getting ready with the big speech, waiting for your reaction when you feel the cold stain against your soft skin...

𝐱 = 𝐱𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠?)

tears for fears – everybody wants to rule the world

❝𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯��𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.❞

𝐲 = 𝐲𝐞𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

yeah, actually –a lot!! but don't want to pressure you, if you don't want to. stan would like to know you to be his, forever.

𝐳 = 𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚 (𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭?)

stan is not the fan of the animals with fur, he mostly want a little, cute bird, or even more of them –but not to cage those little feather-balls, you help him to build a bird feeder with pastell pink walls and heart-shaped entrance. if you want a cat or dog, he doesn't mind it, but don't let them hurt the birdies, please )):

—お誕生日おめでとうレビーちゃｎ ♡

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 <𝟹

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thatwriterkei · 4 years

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Babe, I love your writing so much oml💕 could I get a HC of soft boy Stan dating a musical reader?? They play piano and ukulele + they sing but are a bit shy about it. It’s just me, I live vicariously through these tbh

Oh my goodness tysm 💖💖💖 literally same tho honestly lol

So when Stan finds out you're like super talented with instruments and singing

He's like freaking out inside

Because there you are on the streets

With a ukelele

And just singing your heart out to

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

And he just stares at you for the longest time

You have such a beautiful voice

And the fact that you can play while singing

AND you look good doing it

Like those shorts

If you guys were already dating by that time

He would've approached you after you finished

You would be flustered

Just surprised to see him there

And he's continuously praising you

"why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

And then, "you're so talented, y/n/n!"

"now you're going to give me special attention because you're so cute."

Next time

The two of you are in his room

He's slightly in awe because

You've never shown him your room

It's just some instruments scattered in the corner of your room

Because you haven't had the money to properly place them on your wall and such

He's begging you to sing for him

You give in eventually because

Well, because he's Stan!

So you're playing a short tune on your piano

And surprisingly it isn't Nirvana

It's just a short melody of you humming

"Gosh, you're just amazing at everything baby.."

Stan would just be the most supportive, adorable bean in the entire world

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petit-coquelicot · 4 years

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Homecoming by Girl In Red gives Sydina vibes, there, I said it.

#i hate this dance i'll just go home 'cause got no chances with you at all #I WATCH FROM THE SIDELINES #PICTURE MYSELF WITH YOU ON THE DANCE FLOOR #*I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M SO SHY I NORMALLY HATE TO KEEP THINGS INSIDE*#sydina #sydney novak #dina ianowt #sydney x dina #ianowt #i am not okay with this #sophia lillis #sofia bryant #stanley barber #wyatt oleff #girl in red #like just take a minute to read the lyrics #THAT'S SYDINA VIBES RIGHT THERE #and it's a lesbian song so that's a plus

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richietrxshmouth · 4 years

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danishsweetheartmp3 · 4 years

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ok so somehow i ended up writing my first full paragraph fic in about 5 hours

basically, i love stanley uris and his lil face bandages in chapter 1

#i went through like 25 epiphanies writing this #trisha talks #it #it 2017 #it 2019 #stanlon #stanley uris #mike hanlon #shoutout to bree saying oh yeah wyatt oleff's dimples in ianowt and me going ah i'll now write 2k words about this #love you x

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softschnappi · 5 years

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*Venus by Bananarama plays as Eddie, Stan, and Will walk out of Starcourt in their fresh new clothes*

Okay, this is my ultimate Stranger Things x IT squad. Richie’s not included because in my AU he’s Will’s boyfriend and this is a friendship squad that is,, so powerful...and I just got this idea in my head to draw them shopping at Starcourt and for someone who specializes in realism portraits I think this turned out pretty good!

Hope you enjoy this as much as I do! :)

Maybe I’ll write a fic one day?

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fromheroestodust · 5 years

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Be Alright

Summary: Stanley goes through the mind breaking experience of someone he loves dying at the hands of his worst fear.

Warnings: cussing (duh), dead body?, Much sadness

Word count: 1,471

Pairing: Stanley Uris x reader

A/N: this is based off of the song Be Alright by Dean Lewis! This is also my first It fic! (Sorry if it's shit, I didn't edit) also this is the first fic I've posted in a while, I have a lot but I haven't really been motivated to post them. I promise I'll be posting more soon ! (Also I know that this isn't really what the song is about but I wanted to change it a lil)

I look up from the ground

To see your sad and teary eyes

You look away from me

And I see there's something you're trying to hide

And I reach for your hand but it's cold

You pull away again

And I wonder what's on your mind

"Y/n? What's wrong?" I ask, concern quickly spreading to my voice. She never acted like this.

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake

You start to tremble and your voice begins to break

"I made a dumb mistake, Stanny." Y/n mumbles, her voice cracking with her words. The blood drains from my face as I see her suddenly turn around, her eyes void of life as tears stream from them.

I bolt upright in my bed, my chest heaving for breath and my skin covered in cold sweat. The memories of everything that'd been going on the past few weeks suddenly washes over me, nearly pulling me under the waves as a hybrid of a sob and a cry escapes my throat and I bury my face in my hands.

So I still look back at all the messages you'd sent

And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head

I stand after ten minutes of sobbing and rubbing my eyes raw and walk towards my desk. I open one drawer that was flooded with notes and letters and remove one, a sad smile grazing my face as I read the messy hand writing.

Dear Stanny,

I'm coming back in a week! I'll be sure to bring you plenty of shells from the beach. I love you, more letters soon!

Lovingly, Y/n

The others keep telling me I shouldn't keep rereading the letters because every time I did I would end up crying again but I couldn't stop myself. It was one of the only things I had left of her.

I gently place the letter back down in the drawer before moving on to the things on top of the desk. A few dead flowers and a jar filled with seashells sits in the corner. I gingerly pick up one of the flowers with dry purple petals before setting it down again.

My mind starts running to the week before the incident no matter how much I beg it not too.

But it's not the fact that you kissed him yesterday

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake

"Y/n, truth or dare?" Richie asks, a mischievous shine in his eyes. I look to Y/n who sits next to me, a grin grazing her face.

"Dare."

"I dare you too... Kiss Bill." Richie states.

My face falls as does hers but she crawls across the circle, quickly pecks the corner of Bill's mouth, flicks off Richie, and returns to my side. Though everyone else stares in shock I start seeing red.

"I think I'm going to go home." I say through gritted teeth before standing and walking towards the basement door.

I hear footsteps behind mine up the stairs but ignore them until someone pulls my shoulder and forces me to turn around.

"Stan? What's wrong?" Y/n asks, concern and curiosity displayed in her eyes. A humourless laugh escapes my mouth.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you kissed Bill, Y/n." I respond with bitterness I never even imagined I could use towards her.

"It was a dare. There's nothing else than that." She says, clearly confused to my reaction.

Betrayal pangs in my heart as I stare down at her. "Just because it was a dare doesn't mean that it's okay! You kissed someone else in front of me! We're dating not you and Bill!"

"Stan, I'm sorry I didn't think-"

"No, you're not sorry. You don't care because I'm just always supposed to forgive you." I quip, no emotion but anger and betrayal quickly rising in my voice. "I need to take a break from you all."

"Wait, Stanny!" I hear Y/n call out as I walk towards the door. I ignore her calls and walk outside, steam practically pouring out of my ears as I walk down the sidewalk.

I shake my head and push away the memory, sniffing before getting dressed. I pull on a marroon dress shirt and black suit pants. I trudge down the stairs, saying a quick bye to my parents before walking outside.

Another fifteen minutes later I stand outside a gloomy building and reluctantly pull open the door. I walk down the dimly lit hall and into a small room, my feet stopping in their tracks. In the front of the room there she lays. Y/n lays in a casket that seems way too small to be remotely okay to have been made - how could someone so small be gone? She looks so peaceful. Her eyes are gently lidded and her hands rest on her stomach as if she's sleeping. I walk towards her until I'm right in front of her. My hand reaches up to cup her cheek, a tear falling over my cheek when I no longer feel the warmth I'm used to; just cold skin.

I think it was an hour before the other Losers arrived. They all gathered around me and Y/n, giving sorrowful glances to us both. Everyone's cheeks are stained with tears.

And everything I know tells me that I should walk away

But I just want to stay

I know standing here was not helping me. I know standing there was ripping down everything I'd rebuilt after her death and more but I couldn't will myself to walk away, I just wanted to keep seeing her.

And my friend said

"I know you love her, but it's over, mate

It doesn't matter, put the phone away

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be okay

It's gonna hurt for a bit of time

"Stan, how long have you been up here?" Mike asks gently.

"I don't know. An hour at the least." I answer barely above a whisper with my voice cracking.

"We should maybe go sit down." Eddie says.

I shake my head, not bothering to pull away the hair that fell in my eyes.

"I know you love her but we need to let other people see her." Beverly adds, biting her lip to hold back tears.

"I can't. She needs me." I croak, taking her still hand in mine.

"I-I know it's not e-e-easy but yuh-you need to let go." Bill says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Reluctantly I let them lead me to the front row of seats. Almost as soon as they all sit down in a small circle of chairs I let out a sob and hold up my head with my hands.

"It'll be okay Stan." Richie whispers, giving me a look of concern. I can hear his own crack in his voice.

"Bill?" I call out, looking up. "D-does it ever get better?"

"I-i-its gonna hurt f-for a while b-b-but yeah. It w-w-will eventually." He answers.

We spend the rest of the day at Y/ns funeral, tears never leaving the scene as we share our happiest memories of her. It hurts. It hurts so much to know we were all so, so close to escaping this whole mess alive but the fucking clown had to kill her in the last week. It hurt so much to have her lying right there but to not hear her laugh and not see her smile and not hear her call me by her nickname Stanny. Everything hurt; literally and figuratively. I think back to every moment I could've made better but didn't and regret it. But, with the others there everything was slightly more bearable. It was slightly easier to breathe - to exist in a world without the girl I loved so much.

The funeral comes to an end and I walk back to the casket after asking for some time alone. I dig into my pocket and pull out a letter, a seashell, and a flower along with one of the many shirts of mine that she loved to wear. I gently set them all down around her before leaning down and placing a feathery kiss to her almost blue lips. A pang of hurt hits my heart when hers don't move in response but I ignore it, give her one last look of longing love, and walk back towards the others. It definitely hurt to know that was the last time I'd see her in person. Every thing that slightly mentioned her did. But, I had no choice but to pull through it. I had to.

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be okay

It'll be alright

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 5 years

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Birds ~ Stan Uris (part 3)

A/n: Guys I really love this kind of slow burn-esque story awe yes

Anon: Pidge

Word Count: 2570

MASTERLIST

I don't wanna break dance or learn tae-kwon-do; I don't wanna fish 'til all the fish are gone. I don't wanna roller skate, even if it's slow. I don't wanna pass out in a marathon.

Neither Stan or Y/n knew how it happened. One second Stan was worried because Y/n was late and it had been a while since the one time they'd ever not come and then there they were, walking quietly with just a backpack instead of an ice cooler, body sagging and eyes dropping and frown etched onto their face.

The image in front of Stan looked so wrong that he was unsettled. Before he could ask anything, though, Y/n forced a smile and sat down. "My dad used the cooler today so I only have my backpack. Just crackers and cookies.” They shrugged pulling off the backpack and setting it in their lap. “What would you like today?” Stan had, for a while now, accepted that Y/n brought too many snacks purposefully so that there would be some for Stan, so had just accepted it and would eat whatever she offered him. It allowed them to skip lunch, usually, and spend more time in the park. Which neither of them minded.

Today though, he shook his head. “I’m fine,” he assured. “I’m really craving a burger, so I’ll save my appetite for lunch today.” Y/n paused and then nodded, siting back and leaving the backpack untouched. This worried Stan. Y/n tended to always have something, however small, in their hand. They ate quietly and slowly, dragging it out, but to have them grab absolutely nothing was new and weird ad Stan didn’t like it. Between Y/n being late and then showing up looking so sad and then not having their large amount of snacks like some cliche soccer mom and some food in their hand, Stan had had enough. He couldn’t stand to see Y/n like this. “Come here,” he sighed, grabbing Y/n’s hand and pulling them close. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock as Stan moved as he pulled them so he was behind. “Lay down,” he commanded, pointing at his lap.

“Stan-“

“Do it,” Stan repeated. “You’re super tense and stressed out and you’re not happy and it’s not normal.” He frowned at Y/n, who had their head turned to meet his eyes. “Every time Richie’s upset, I play with his hair. It calms him down. I didn’t understand why that worked until a few weeks ago when I missed school because I was super sick and my mom came in and played with my hair to get my headache to go away.” He blushed, shrugging. “I figure, if it works, it’ll make you happy again and then we can return to our usual day of questions and observations and... and you won’t be upset.”

Y/n and Stan both hadn’t ever thought this would happen between them, but Stan could NOT stand to see Y/n so obviously upset without doing something - at the very least just trying - so here he was, trying his best. Y/n smiled softly, turning back and slowly lowering themselves until their head was rested in Stan’s criss crossed legs. Stan offered Y/n the binoculars and they took them, watching the birds and letting Stan know what they saw as he played with their hair, twisting his fingers in the strands and lightly tugging.

As Y/n’s body slowly relaxed and Stan got more comfortable, both of them sort of melted into each other. One thing Beverly had taught him when he was younger, one Summer, was how to braid. She had discovered Richie’s habit of calming while someone played with his hair and she would try to force the curls into the tiniest braids that would take Richie weeks to undo unless someone else undid them, allowing him another session of calm and quiet. Not that they hated him talking (though, admittedly he could be a handful sometimes), but more that they knew that sometimes he talked to fill in space or quiet or because he was upset and those days, it was nice to give him attention with something that wouldn’t necessarily interrupt conversation while also soothing Richie so he didn’t feel as bad.

Now, Stan was glad he knew how to braid short hair. He figured if he could do tiny, tiny braids on Richie’s hair he could do it on anyone’s hair, right? So he attempted to braid and then eventually just settled running his hands up and down through the strands slowly and softly, the pads of his fingers running against Y/n’s skull.

Y/n’s words became softer and more slurred, as if they were falling asleep. Stan smiled, his insides warmed by the full, soft sound. They were SO CUTE, oh my gosh.

They crossed off names on the list Stan had rewritten for the new day, calling out names of the ones they didn’t know and described features and colors and habits for the ones they didn’t. Y/n knew more than Stan thought they would, attesting further that Y/n really did enjoy birdwatching enough to pay attention and make note and then remember the often reoccurring birds.

Suddenly, the pattern broke as lunch neared and Y/n spoke up. “Hey, Stan?” He hummed, not looking away from Y/n’s hair as he was very focused on the unseen, lost patterns he was drawing. “Would you ever do something with me other than bird watching?”

Stan froze, swallowing. Maybe Y/n was getting bored of this? Maybe they were getting bored of him. Maybe... maybe... But no. Y/n’s smile was warm and their eyes found his as he stopped, simply curious to get Stan out with them to do something that would bring Stan to them as birdwatching had brought them to Stan. He sighed softly, then shrugged. “If you can convince me that anything is better or even on par with this, then sure,” he offered.

For a moment, Y/n’s eyes searched the sky as if the clouds would spell out the perfect activity, but seemed to come up with nothing. They hummed, which turned into a yawn, letting Stan know just how tired they were. “You’re right,” Y/n realized so quietly Stan almost missed it. “This is pretty great.”

Sleep overtook the person laying down, their chest moving up and down softly as their head turned, face pressed to Stan’s leg and breathing evening out and deepening. Their words echoed in his head as Stan looked at Y/n sleep, a tentative smile becoming more and more admiring and dreamy as it grew.

They liked birdwatching. And him. On whatever level, Y/n really did like Stan as a person. They enjoyed his company. He wa so wrong about them that he felt guilty. The afternoon sun was warm on Y/n, making them seem to glow- Stan’s breath caught his breath.

Something had changed inside of him. Something BIG. Honestly? Stan wasn’t sure if he should be scared or not...

I don't like soccer, baseball track or field- I'm not up for a match of polo. I don't wanna seek or try to stay concealed. I'm also not up for... water polo?

Y/n and Mike were arm wrestling, Mike struggling as they both laughed hysterically at Richie, who was making faces and cracking jokes to distract Mike, since Y/n was used to Richie’s shenanigans. The reason Y/n was laughing was because even though Mike was distracted, they were still struggling to overpower him. It had Eddie and Ben laughing too, sitting on the inside of the booths with faces so red they looked about ready to explode.

Stan and Bill were waiting for food at the counter. Stan’s eyes had fallen on Y/n and that shy, dreamy smile had returned to his face. Bill had been talking but soon realized he was distracted when he went silent for an entire minute, not even looking back at his friend to at all signal his attention. At first Bill was going to get mad but then he saw where and how Stan was looking and he laughed instead. At the abrupt sound, Stan blinked and looked over.

He blushed as he realized what he’d been doing and hoped Bill didn’t notice as he noticed his friend’s amusement. “What?” Stan asked, his face scrunching up.

Bill tried to stop or maybe even just muffle his chuckles but miserably failed. “The way you look at them,” Bill mused, his chin jutting toward Y/n. “You liked them.”

Stan about choked. He had just realized that the feelings he felt toward Y/n were different than the ones he felt for the other Losers. He still hadn’t gotten around to allowing himself to even entertain the idea that maybe, MAYBE Stan’s feeling were very romantic. He didn’t want to like Y/n. It was scary and unpredictable and he couldn’t be sure if they would work out even if by some work of magic Y/n liked him back. “I-“ But as he looked at Bill, he couldn’t lie to his friend or himself. “I... don’t know what to do, Bill.” He felt his stomach twist and suddenly he was sure he was about to throw up any second.

For a second, Bill’s eyes wandered to Richie. Stan, noticing the look on Bill’s face matched the way his own emotions twisted him up on the inside, nearly sighed. The two had been together a while now but there was a new expression on Bill's face that made Stan almost... giddy. He'd have to ask about it when his heart and mind weren't so honed in on Y/n. “I don’t know what you do,” Bill whispered. “I’m not sure I’m allowed to give that advice since I haven’t really taken it myself.” Stan looked back at the other boy and their eyes met, both of them more than just a little down trodden. “But I can tell you, simply pretending that you don’t like them isn’t good. I think even if they don’t like you back, you should go for it.” Bill looked at Richie again, his face solidifying. “I think that would be a really good idea.”

Stan wasn’t sure if Bill was talking to him or had started talking to himself, but either way, the boy was right. He didn’t know how or when, but he knew that he just had to tell Y/n that he liked them. Maybe... maybe... He looked over at their group of friends again, swallowing hard. Maybe not, though. Not now at the very least.

Okay so Stan was definitely not at all sure how to get Y/n on a date with him without messing it up or revealing just how much he liked them without first at all knowing how much they did or didn’t like him back. He had decided, maybe he could just gauge how they felt about him and then go from there and maybe if they really didn’t like him then he could at least spare the friendship. After a talk with Bill (who was ecstatic after telling Richie he loved him and full out heat-of-the-moment proposing to him for a later date), Stan was convinced that there was a definite possibilities Y/n really did like him.

But he had to be SURE.

On the day that Stan decided to take action, everything went wrong. He was late and forgot to eat breakfast, and then paced at his car with uncontrollable nerves for another half an hour before getting up the courage to simply go into the park where he knew Y/n would be waiting for him. He almost turned right back around and left again when he saw Y/n there, eyes drawn by the people in the park rather than the birds above it. But then Y/n saw him and smiled, calling to him and waving him over, and he couldn’t leave.

Unlike usual, the park was very busy and the chatter and activity seemed to be scaring the birds away. Even in their spot a little ways away from where the bustle usually was, there were only three or four of the common, always seen birds and Stan didn’t have any new facts or conversation even to keep Y/n occupied.

Speaking of Y/n. They seemed majorly distracted, unable to sit still. Their feet tapped and their fingers messed with the grass and their clothes and dirt and shoelaces and food wrappers and really anything they could. Y/n’s eyes scanned the people, chuckling softly and watching them with excited amusement, face light up with the cutest smile.

Already nervous and feeling inadequate and irritated at the inactivity of the birds and on edge with self doubt, Stan couldn’t handle Y/n’s seeming lack of care. "Why don't you join them? It would be more fun than just sitting here, and the birds aren't active today." It had came out harsher than he’d meant it to, but what can be said about it? He was feeling irritable.

Y/n seemed unfazed by his tone, though. They simply smiled at him, shaking their head. “No, I'll pass.” They laughed a little and Stan found himself relaxing instantly at the sound. “Richie had me up all night with LOADS of sugar and general adventuring because he couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to be one alone. So, I’m hyped up on sugar and adrenaline and no sleep and Richie’s impeccably contagious energy... So, sorry for how distracted I am.” They shrugged. “But I’ll definitely pass. I don’t like any of those people. Or even know them that well. Plus, I like being with you. Much more fun.”

Stan smiled softly. “Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll wake you up for lunch and write down any facts or birds you miss.” Y/n began to argue but Stan shot them a stern look, shutting them up. “I’m serious, Y/n, you need sleep. I’ll be right here, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

After a second, Y/n sighed. “Yeah, okay.” They lay down, closing their eyes. Then their face scrunched up and they shuffled again. Each shuffle was seconds apart and they never seemed satisfied. Finally, exhaustion beginning to appear on their face they sat up and sighed. “It’s not comfortable here, Stanford.”

Stan chuckled at the nickname. Y/n really had been spending too much time with Richie. Opening his arm, he proposed, “Here, lay on me.” Y/n looked at him almost warily for a second before a smile overtook their face and they scooted close. Stan wrapped his arm around them as they settled against his chest, getting comfortable. Stan waited a second before gathering his courage and whispering, “Y/n, I like you. Like, REALLY like you.” And once he said it, he was off. “I like your laugh and the way you adapt so well to fit and compliment whoever you’re with without giving away your own personality too much. I like how much you care and that you always bring snacks. I like that you’re always eating something as if you have this void inside you that’s never filled- it makes me laugh. Especially when you’re so willing to give someone a bite of whatever it is if they’re really hungry, despite how loud it makes Eddie scream.” Stan’s smile grew into a grin. “I like how warm you and and the way your face lights up when you get a new bird fact like you’ve just won the lottery or something. I... I really, really like you and...” His voice drifted off as he heard Y/n’s soft snores.

They were asleep.

Embarrassed but awakened to just HOW MUCH he liked them, Stan quieted. He’d done it. He’d admitted that he liked them, out loud!

...Now he just had to do it when Y/n was awake enough to listen.

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thepinkwriterr · 5 years

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Wyatt Oleff Imagine

Guys... This is gonna be bad. I wrote this almost two years ago. I’m sorry if you read this to be honest. Proceed with caution.

"If isn't my favorite ginger." Jack smiled, letting me into his hotel room. "Look, save it. I have to talk to you about something...someone." I walked into his room, sitting on his bed.

Jack's bed was next to his, covered with clothes. "Ooooo, who is the lucky guy?" He smirked, sitting across from me. "I-it's serious." He knitted his eyebrows together in concern, "What's wrong?" I broke in a full sob and hugged his waist.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" "I think I like Wyatt...maybe even love. But he'll never like me back ,he hates me, doesn't he?" "Y/N, you're being paranoid! Wyatt doesn't hate anyone, especially you." "You're right." I wiped my eyes,sniffling. "I'm sorry for the tears." I chuckled. "It's fine," He smiled,"You should ask him out."

"I-I can't." "Come on Y/N!" "I think i'm going to Sophia with this." I stood up to leave. "Wait, Y/n!" I turned before I opened the door,"Yeah?" "Let me help." I sighed,"You'll just tell him and embarrass me." "No, I promise, I won't." "Alright." We spent the whole night planning. Even Finn helped. "You can't tell anyone about this,alright." "Alright." "Promise? "Promise." "Promise." Jack nodded.

I was aloud to be here because I was Finn's best friend. He scored me a quick role in IT as one of Beverly's school bullies. The cast and I really clicked, and I'm like an eighth member of the losers club. Sometimes it's a little awkward, but we get over it. I'm even on the live streams! They talk about me in interviews, too. Right now we're on a tour to meet fans and talk to journalists and magazines. Nick, Owen, and Jackson were here too!

I shared a room with Sophia and made it even. Jack and Finn, Sophia and I, Wyatt and Chosen, and Jaeden, and Jeremy was with Nick. Sophia and I usually just watched cheesy movie and TV shows and listened to music. I had introduced her to Fleetwood Mac, and she loved them too! I loved being her best friend, she is such a great girl.

"Y/n,waaaake up!" My eyes fluttered open, "Hmmm?" "I heard you mumbling a special boys name in your sleep." She smirked. "Please Sophia, don't mock me." "I won't!" She smiled. "Thank you." "Who else knows now?"

"Jack and Finn." "Yes! Now we get to tease you about it all day!" "Stop smirking like that." I laughed. She turned on Every Breath You Take by The Police. I rolled my eyes,"I'm not obsessed with him." I rolled my eyes.

I layed back and listened to the music. I actually really like this song. There was a knock at the door. "We're leaving soon, get ready!" Finn yelled into the room. "Thanks, Mr.Wolfhard." He grinned. Sophia and I got up and started getting ready for an outting. We were in L.A, and not many of us had been there before. I decided to dress 90s grunge as usual. I put on light distressed jean shorts and a band shirt. I put on thigh-high socks and my black doc martins. I curled my hair a bit and was finished. Sophia was still trying to pick out an outfit. She went with olive branch colored shorts and a white blouse. "You look like a cute lil' schoolboy." I smiled. "Thank you." She grinned back. We stepped out into the hallway and waited for the guys. I texted Finn:

M: What's taking so long?

F: Wyatt's lookin pretty for you!

M: SHUT UP

F: ;)

I turned my phone off and stuffed into my back pocket. I ran back into the hotel room and grabbed my headphones. I can't go a car ride without those! Chosen and Jaeden joined us in the hallway soon after that, then Jack. He kept making small nods at the fact that I like Wyatt. It was pretty funny at first. It'll probably get old after Finn, Sophia, and Jack will make the jokes all day. We all talked a bit before our urbers arrived. We all preferred to ride together, but that wasn't possible today.

Finn, Sophia, Jack and I all rode in one Uber. Chosen, Jeremy, Jaeden, and Wyatt shared another. Nick didn't feel well this morning and decided to stay home. We were going to get breakfast, then go out to museum or something. Sophia's mom was the only adult, and she was back at the hotel, so we had free rein over everything. When we got to the cafe we decided to eat outside. We had to get two tables worth of chairs and put them at a small round table. I sat in between Wyatt and Sophia. I looked at my Instagram timeline while everyone ordered,I didn't want anything. Breakfast made me nauseous. When everyone got their food and drinks Wyatt asked,"Are you going to eat anything?" "No,not very hungry." "Are you sure?" I nodded. Finn smirked at me from across the table.

M: stop!

F: What am I doing?

He smirked at me again, putting his phone down. I glared him but looked away when Chosen looked over. "Y/n, why do you never eat when we go out to?" Chosen asked. "She has insecurity eating around her crush." I glared at jack from across the table. His smirk stood still. I looked at wyatt, he was confused. Breakfast lasted about fifteen minutes later and then we were all packing into Uber's again. We rode with the same people, even though I Sophia wanted me to go with Wyatt. The museum was a ten minute car ride away. When we got to the museum we all split up into groups so we could look at what we wanted, and not make too much noise. Jaeden, Finn, and Sophia went to see the Egyptian history section. Chosen, Jeremy,and Jack went to the Civil war section. That left Wyatt and I. "Aquarium?" He asked. "Yeah." I smiled. It seemed like forever when we finally found the aquarium. The small talk was awkward,and I didn't enjoy it anyway. "Y/n?" Wyatt asked,stopping in front of the aquarium enclosure. "Yeah Wy?" I asked, looking up at him. "You know when Jack made that joke about your crush?" "Mhm." "W-who is your crush?" I was silent for a moment, questioning whether or not I should tell him the truth.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." He opened the door to the aquarium. "No, it's okay." We walked into the aquarium. We walked around in silence for about five minutes. "Wy?" "Hm?" He asked,looking at the jellyfish. "N-nevermind." When we got to the next exhibit, I decided to stop being a pussy. "Wyatt,"

"Yeah?" "I like you. You're my crush." I couldn't stand it any longer. "R-really?" A smile painted across his face, it looked genuine. "Y/n, I like you too." I smiled as well. I couldn't help it. I felt like jumping up and down and into his arms. "You do?" I asked happily. "Definitely." I smiled as I hugged him, feeling content and warm in his arms. "You don't know how long I've wanted this." He whispered. "Me too." I pulled away from the hug so we could continue looking at the exhibits. I grabbed his hand and intertwined our fingers. "I told the guys that I like you a couple weeks ago, they always tried to get me to tell you somehow." I laughed,"Jack and Finn found out last night, Sophia has known since the day I started liking you." "When was that?" "The moment I met you." He sighed in relief,"Me too." "So we get to tell them soon." I smiled.

After about half an hour of walking around the museum the group decided to get lunch. We sat with the same people as usual ,and Sophia still insisted I should sit with Wyatt. When we got to the place we picked out for lunch we all ordered, I got a grilled cheese and some fries. Healthy, right? I sat next to Wyatt and held his hand under the table, smiling like idiot the whole time Finn and Jack told some stupid story. Chosen was staring at me from across the table with a "I know something" look. I texted him:

M: Stop staring at me like that ya creep

C: Stop holding Wyatt's hand like it's a secret you two like each other ya scrub!

M: I can't promise I can stop that.

C: When are you going to tell the group?

M: Soon.

M: Now eat, scrub!

He laughed at me calling him a scrub. I laughed as well and nodded toward his food. We're like best friends so we can have a conversation without saying a word. "I say we go back to the hotel and fuck around." Jack suggested after everyone was done eating. We all did just that. We all got to the hotel and went to Jack and Finn's hotel room because it was the biggest. Jack started an Instagram Live video and we all decided to play truth or dare. Sophia went first. "Jack, truth or dare?" "I gotta go dare." "I dare you to... eat a bowl of Mayo." Sophia smiled,crossing her arms. "Ew, Soph that's disgusting!" Jack shook his head. "Do it or we get to shave your head."

Jack sighed,"Not too much mayo." "I don't know, he might look good bald." I joked. Jack puckered his lips and made kissing noises at me. I laughed and did it back, then shook my head. After he did it Jack asked me,"Truth or dare Y/n." "Uh..." I didn't want to answer their questions, so I picked dare. "Dare!" "Alright," Jack smirked,"I dare you to kiss Wyatt." I looked at Wyatt,"I-uh-uh..." "Do it or we get to shave your head." Jack smirked. I glared at Jack. I turned to Wyatt and gave him a nervous smile. "Everyone is going crazy in the comment." I heard Jaeden laugh. It would be both of our first kisses, and everyone knew that. We both turned our heads and pressed our lips together. Everyone in the room cheered. We both pulled away and looked at the group. I grabbed his hand,"We're dating by the way." I smiled.

#i hate this #IT #IT fandom #i'm sorry if you see this #wyatt oleff #stan uris #it movie #it movie 2017 #it fan fic #finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #wyatt oleff x reader #fanfic #chosen jacobs #sophia lillis #nick hamilton

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sweetlysilent · 6 years

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Alone

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Description: You had gotten lead away from the group, leading you to get locked in a room with Pennywise, portraying as your greatest fear, making you vulnerable and alone.

Warnings: Swearing, sadness, kind of violent??

Word Count: 1,916

A/N: So I was going to write a Wyatt Oleff fic but then I decided to write a Stan Uris one instead bc why not?? I also apologize in advance yIKES.

You could have sworn you were right behind everyone, they had clearly stated ‘DO NOT SPLIT UP’ or how Richie rephrased it 'DO NOT SPLIT UP OR YOU’RE FUCKED' and that was the last thing said outside the abandoned house.

You were all carefully looking around, the house wasn’t in great condition, it was old, dusty, overall super unsanitary, something Eddie was surely having an issue with.

“Guys, this place is so gross, can we please leave?” Eddie whined, as everyone huffed and or rolled their eyes in response.

“No, we need to keep looking.” Richie urged on, but deeply regretting ever entering this hellhole of a house.

“We just have to stick together alright?” Beverly spoke up, as everyone nodded their heads quickly.

You all were walking down a hallway, it had many doors, everyone was walking into one particular room when you heard a nose from the other end.

Your gut told you to say put, but your mind was overly curious as to what it was, but your heart told you not to go, that it was dangerous, and to listen to the group rules, 'do not split up.’

“Y/N.” The voice echoed, instantly catching you in a trance, everything and everyone around you vanishing, except the voice.

“Y/N come help me please!” The voice pleaded, it sounded familiar, it sounded like someone you knew, this instantly made you rush down to the other end of the hallway.

You ran into the room, only to see nobody in there, but you could of sworn you had just heard someone in here.

The door behind you suddenly flew closed, startling you, making you panic and try to open the door.

“Help! Someone let me out! Please!” You screamed, your fists colliding with the door, hoping someone would hear you.

“Y/N.” The voice appeared again, making you turn on your heel in an instant, revealing Stan.

Did he accidently wander down to this side of the hall too? Maybe he had heard the voice as well.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, a small smile appearing on your face as you realized you were now okay, that he was here with you, you weren’t alone anymore.

“Stan, thank god you’re here, I got lost somehow, I thought I was alone and..” You were talking fast, unable to stop the words from falling out of your mouth, until you realized he hadn’t said anything back.

“Stan?” You hesitantly questioned aloud, your eyes searching him over as he stood completely still.

“H-How exactly did you get in here? The door..” You turned to look back at the clearly closed door, then back at the boy, your brows furrowing.

“You’re wondering how I got in here.” Stan finally spoke, as you nodded, your breathing starting to pick up slightly.

“You see that’s the thing, I was in here, I called for you, and you came.” Stan smiled, making you smile slightly, you couldn’t help it, it was Stan, you’d always had a soft spot for him.

“And then when you came in, I wasn’t here, no, I was gone, and then the door closed, and now, here I am.” He smiled, his arms spread out as he motioned to himself being in the room.

“But.. But that’s not possible, there’s no other entrance in the room, you had to of been in here before.. otherwise..” You trailed off, your breath hitching in your throat as your eyes widened slightly.

“U-Unless y-you’re not him..” You whispered, your feet slowly backing you up to the door as you watched him intensely.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? It’s me. It’s Stan.” He smiled, starting to walk towards you, your breathing now more hectic.

You started banging on the door, screaming for anyone to come and help you.

Your brain was being played with, making you feel vulnerable and weak.

“Y/N, stop. Nobody is coming. Nobody cares. You’re alone.” He whispered in your ear, his breath hitting your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps down your arms.

“N-No, they d-do care!” You shouted, your eyes closed tightly as you felt his hand touch your shoulder gently.

“If they cared about you, why’d they leave you? Why’d they leave you all alone?” Stan taunted, as you choked out sobs.

“They w-wouldn’t do t-that.” You whimpered, making him laugh and turn you to face him, keeping you pressed against the door.

“And yet they did. They left you to die. They never cared about you Y/N, can’t you see that? I never cared about you.” He spat, his eyes narrowing as your heart slowly shattered.

This is what IT wanted, it wanted to make you feel vulnerable, alone, it wanted to portray as the person you cared about most, to make it seem as if they didn’t want you anymore, and whether it was really him or not standing before you, you believed him.

Your heart was shattering, your wall was crumbling down around you, tears were falling down your cheeks as you watched the boy in front of you smile wickedly.

“Stan wouldn’t leave me.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself, but only making the Stan in front of you laugh.

“God Y/N, you’re such an idiot! What don’t you understand? I don’t want you anymore, I never did, I only hung around with you because I felt sorry for you.” Stan spat, making more tears slip down your face as he grinned at you.

He knew he had finally cracked you, Pennywise had won.

His true form was now evolving before your eyes, his body becoming bigger, his white face with a evil red sharp toothed smile, along with his orange fire looking hair.

Fear spread throughout your whole body, this was it, this was how you were going to die.

You couldn’t believe that after everything you had been through, this was how your life was going to end.

You attempted to hit the door with your fists one last time, screaming at the top of your lungs for someone to hear you, they couldn’t have left you.

You screamed until the moment Pennywise’s hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off oxygen to your lungs, as he dangled you in the air.

Your hands gripped his arm harshly, trying to pry it off your throat, as he gave a sinister smile, his teeth becoming rows, making your eyes widen with pure and utter fear.

“Guys you really shouldn’t be touching anything, you don’t know what kind of diseases are on any of this, exactly why I bring my hand sanitizer.” Eddie ranted on, annoying the rest of the group.

“H-He has t-t-to be h-here.” Bill spoke, looking around the room, before entering a new one along with Richie.

“Hey guys I think I found something!” Beverly shouted, making everyone stop and go over to where she was.

It wasn’t much, just a random hole in the floor that lead to somewhere new, but it was something, it was progress.

“Hey guys.. Where's Y/N?” Stan spoke up, now noticing your absence from the group.

“I swear to god they were just here.” Mike commented, looking around the room for you.

“How long have they been gone?” Ben questioned, as everyone shrugged in response.

“Shit. We need to find Y/N now!” Stan shouted, as everyone started rushing out of the room, beginning to search everywhere.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N where are you!”

“Y/N can you hear us!”

They all shouted, but there was no response, fear was starting to take over everyone.

“Shit where did they go?” Richie shouted, before glancing at one door that he could of sworn was open earlier.

“Guys, wasn’t that door opened earlier?” Richie pointed out, as everyone glanced at each other before sprinting to the door.

“Y/N!” They all shouted, trying to open the door while banging their fists on it.

“Y/N open the door! It’s us!” Beverly shouted, while everyone else was too.

The other side of the door was quiet, you were still dangling in the air, your vision starting to become blotchy from the lack of oxygen to your brain.

You barely noticed when the door flew open, all of them rushing inside, their eyes widening at the sight before them, Pennywise holding you in a death grip.

They all started to attack him, making him drop you in the process before disappearing down a hall.

“Y/N! Oh my god are you okay?” Beverly frantically questioned, looking at you with concern.

“Shit is Y/N even breathing?” Richie questioned aloud, making Stan’s eyes widen as he placed his head down next to your nose.

“It’s faint, but they are breathing.” Stan told the group, making everyone even more worried than before.

“I can give mouth to mouth!” Richie volunteered, making everyone snort in response.

“No, I’ll do it.” Stan rolled his eyes at Richie before placing his lips on yours, blowing air into your mouth, hoping it would help you regain consciousness better.

He did it a few more times before you gasped loudly, your chest heaving as you quickly scooted away from all of them.

“N-No.” You whimpered, breathing heavy as you cowered against the wall.

“You all left me!” You shouted, tears falling down your cheeks as you started to panic.

“No, Y/N, we didn’t, we’ve been here the whole time, we would never leave you.” Beverly tried to explain, crouching down next to you carefully.

You glanced up slightly, looking at her before your eyes drifted to Stan, your heart breaking once more.

“Y-You said everyone left me.. That nobody cared, that you didn’t care about me..” You whispered, not once breaking eye contact with Stan, who’s face expression dropped.

“No, no, no, Y/N, that wasn’t me.. Hey.. Look at me..” He carefully sat down in front of you, placing his hand gently on your chin so you’d look him in the eyes.

“We all care about you, you know we’d never leave you. Never.” Stan explained carefully, placing his other hand on your knee softly.

“You know that I’d never leave you, I care about you too much to ever do that.” Stan whispered, rubbing his thumb gently on your knee as your eyes flicked back and forth while looking at his.

“Y-You said I was alone.. That you only hung around with me because you felt sorry for me..” You whispered, a tear falling down your cheek.

Stan’s heart broke the second those words left your mouth, he should of known this would happen, that Pennywise would use him as a way to hurt you.

“Y/N, you know that isn’t true.” Stan whispered softly, his own eyes now watering.

“That wasn’t me, this, this is me.” Stan grabbed your hand gently, placing it on his chest where you felt his heart beating, convincing you he was real.

“Stan..” You whispered once more, your lip quivering as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sobs escaping your lips.

Stan held you tightly in his arms, a tear falling down his cheek as well as everyone else’s, if they had only been a few seconds later you wouldn’t be where you were right now.

You felt Stan’s hands rub your back gently, trying to help you relax, which he knew would take some time, he knew how bad Pennywise had gotten to you, so he said the one thing he knew you needed to hear.

“I will always be here, you’ll never feel alone again.”

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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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