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“A Collection of Knowns and Unknowns”- Stenbrough

Summary: It was not a secret that Stanley Uris was not like other boys. What was a secret was that no one actually understood why.

Word Count: 1131

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied Sexual Content, Internalized Homophobia

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The Better Denbrough

Based off of @trashmouthloser s headcanon

Pairings: Stenbrough

Warnings: None - just Georgie being cute.

Out of all Bill’s friends, Richie was Georgie’s favourite. He was funny, nice, and just flat out awesome.

That was, until Bill brought home a new friend who Georgie learned was named Stan.

The first time Georgie met Stan, he was awestruck. That was the moment that little eleven year old Georgie fell head over heels for seventeen year old Stanley.

Stan and Bill had been sitting in the living area, both chatting amongst themselves, and Georgie was subtly trying to insert himself in the room without drawing attention to himself, too nervous to bring himself to speak with Stanley.

However, his plan didn’t work very well because as soon as he sat on the rocking chair near the couch, Stan is saying his name.

Georgie can feel his cheeks warming, turning to face the older male nervously.

“So Georgie, how was school today?” Stan asked, and he sounded genuinely interested. It made Bill’s heart soar to think that.

“Uuuuh…yes?” Georgie said slowly, narrowing his eyes. He mentally facepalmed, disappointed in his eleven year old self for not even being able to form proper sentences.

Bill gave his younger brother a look, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Georgie never got like this. Bill always thought he was destined to be a writer like him, so seeing him like this - at a loss for words - confused him a lot.

Stan, however, seemed amused by the younger Denbrough’s attempt at an answer. “Yeah? Sounds good.” He responded teasingly.

Georgie never thought he’d come up with an excuse to leave the room faster than he did just then.

Stan just laughed, watching Georgie dash from the room while yelling something about his homework.

***

The next time Bill brought Stan over, Georgie was ready. Mrs Denbrough helped him prepare cookies

(They’re for Billy for being such a good brother)

for Stan and only Stan. Bill be danged.

When they arrived, Georgie carried a cooling cookie to Stanley on a paper napkin.

“Wh-Where’s mine?” Bill asked, chuckling softly. Georgie blanked. He hadn’t thought this far. He blurted the first thing that came to his mind.

“There’s none left!”

He quickly left the room in embarrassment and shame, hoping that Bill would not go in and check the fridge, where he had the rest of the cookies hidden away.

Stanley giggled, holding the cookie carefully on one hand, almost examining it. He eventually glanced over at Bill, before breaking it in half to pass one side to him. “He’s a real charmer. Just like his older brother.”

Bill rose an eyebrow, leaning into the couch as he took a bite. He said nothing in response however, and the subject was dropped.

Until Georgie came back out with a question.

“Hey, uh, Stanley?” He asked, voice wavering slightly. Stan was shocked that Georgie actually initiated a conversation, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees in interest. Bill found this amusing.

“Yes?” He asked pleasantly.

“So, um, my school is having this stupid dance… Will you go with me?” Georgie was a blushing mess by the end of his question, looking down as he fiddled with something in his hands, which Bill could identify as his stuffed turtle.

Stan, however, was grinning. He remembered when Bill had asked him out for the first time, how he got just like this, all awkward and nervous, stutter seeming to increase tenfold. It was adorable then, and it was definately adorable now.

“I’d love to, Georgie.” He told him. As soon as the words processed in the younger boys head, his eyes widened and his head shot up.

“Thank you!” He chirped, before running back into his room.

Bill huffed a bit as Georgie left, turning his head to Stan with a raised eyebrow.

Stan just smiled, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

“It seh-seems to me that you l-like Georgie more than me.” Bill said after a moment, and the very slight jealous undertones made Stan snicker.

“Bill Denbrough, are you jealous of your little brother?” He asked mockingly, nudging the lanky boy beside him.

Bill swatted his hands away, rolling his eyes. “You wuh-wish,” was all he responded with.

***

On the night of the dance, Mrs Denbrough was helping Georgie into his little suit, combing his hair delicately with an admiring smile on her face.

“You remind me so much of your father.” She told him, helping him with the little bowtie on his neck. She had become a pro at tying those things since she lived with three men.

Georgie absolutely beamed. He felt like he could conquer the world at that moment, pulling his shoes on before marching out to the living room where he knew Stanley was waiting.

What he saw in the living room made him feel less like a king and more like a squire.

Stan was kissing Bill, dressed in his own blue suit and tie, and he seemed happy.

Georgie disappeared from the living room until Stan called for him, completely heartbroken and embarrassed but not saying anything about it.

The dance, in Stan’s opinion, was cute and fun. He met Georgie’s friends, who seemed in awe that Georgie had brought someone other than Bill - who he had brought for the past two years in a row.

Stan wouldn’t deny that he could tell something was bothering Georgie, and made a mental note to ask him about it afterwards.

About two hours had passed until everyone began to file out, and Stan had a protective hold on Georgie’s hand as he led him to the car.

Once they were both inside, Stan turned his body as much as he could to face him before speaking in the most gentle voice he could, “what’s been going on, George?”

Georgie felt a bit giddy at that use of his name, and his cheeks were bright red, but he reminded himself what he had seen a few hours prior, and crossed his legs. In moments, his mouth was moving faster than he could think, and he blurted out;

“Do you love Bill?”

Stan seemed a bit taken aback by the sudden question. Was this what had been bothering Georgie all night?

He brushed a few stray curls off of his face and took a deep breath, before speaking.

“Yeah I do.”

Georgie pouted, eyebrows furrowing. “But I’m the better Denbrough!”

Stanley could not stop laughing the entire ride home.

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@steve-harringtwin @asteroidbill @i-is-gazebo

ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/12719178#main

madamshipsalot

Numbers

Summary: The one where Bill finally meets his soulmate.

Author’s Note: Has this been done? I’ve been super into soulmate AUs lately. Heavily influenced by the last story of this post. I promise I’ll get my Reddie stories done soon but I needed to get this one out.

Bill fidgeted with the buttons of his flannel, looking around the library nervously as he did so. The numbers on his wrist read 5m 12s. It was the nearest it had ever come to zero and it kept the usual calm-and-collected Bill on his toes. Stan rolled his eyes at the scene, his nose buried in a book. Through his peripherals, he could see Bill become even more restless by the second. He had come to support his best friend, but never really understood the appeal of meeting one’s soulmate. It took away the mystery of finding them, the ones that movies portrayed in a dramatic fashion. Sure, the numbers helped in narrowing down who it might be, but seeing Bill as tense as he was, Stan wasn’t sure that it’d culminate to a big romantic scene just as how it did in media.

The rest of the Losers found their soulmates in just the same way. Stan’s other best friend Richie, the loudest and most annoying person he’s ever known, had transformed in the same demeanor as Bill’s when he met Eddie. Stan looked at him in awe, knowing his friend to always have something quirky (read: stupid) to say, but not having anything slip through his mouth once the short, dark-haired boy made his way to the duo. It took Richie a few seconds to compose himself before enveloping Eddie in a hug. “It’s you,” he had whispered so fiercely against the boy’s hair. Stan gave them their space, glad that Richie found the happiness he so well deserved.

Mike, as quiet as he already was, grew even more so, if that were possible, when the new girl walked inside their shared Chemistry class. Stan smirked, knowing that Mike didn’t care about soulmates either, and was very much amused that he still reacted like the rest. The dark-skinned boy’s mouth hung open as the girl skipped to the empty seat next to him. It only took her a double take before realizing that, yes, that was her soulmate sitting right next to her. She shyly held her arm up, showing the pale wrist that read 0m 0s. Mike had glanced down on his, as well, surprised that it showed the same. He never really bothered to pay attention to the numbers. A grin formed on his face, blood rushing to his cheeks. Stan’s heart swelled at the sight.

Ben joined the group, a soulmate already in tow, but his story read the same. Their chubby friend, ever the romantic, had never thought he would find his soulmate. Rather, he never thought anyone would ever find him even the slightest bit attractive. That all changed when he moved to Derry, the numbers on his wrist decreasing dramatically. He had just helped his mom put the last of the boxes one the porch of their new home when the timer had changed to seconds. Ben panicked, looking around for his supposed partner. And then he saw her. The most beautiful girl in the neighborhood, the one that, he would soon to learn, everyone had a crush on, panting as she ran down the street.

Though he was extremely happy for his friends, Stan knew then that he didn’t want a soulmate.

Bill made a slight squeak when he saw that the number on his wrist change, adding another minute on the countdown. Stan set his book down, and moved closer to Bill, draping an arm across the boy’s shoulders.

“It’s probably just traffic. She’s coming,” Stan assured him, the words forming automatically in his mouth. This had been Stan’s go-to reply ever since Bill’s timer changed from years to mere weeks.

Bill only nodded in response, his body relaxing a bit once he saw that the numbers changed again. It read 1m 45s. The relief was short-lived, however, and the realization that time was almost coming to an end had enveloped Bill in another wave of anxiousness. Stan tried to soothe his friend, rubbing small circles on his shoulder. The motion eased Bill but only by a bit.

“I’ll go sit somewhere else, okay? This is your moment, Big Bill!” Stan stood up and gathered his things, giving his friend’s shoulder a tight squeeze. Bill looked at him wide eyed as if to say Fuck, wait don’t go, I need you. Stan gave him an assuring smile in return before heading for the table a few rows behind.

The door of the library opened causing both of the boys’ heads to turn. A girl with fiery red hair barged in, looking at her wrist before scanning the place. There were only two other people in sight and she wasn’t sure who to head towards. Thankfully, one of the two stood up, holding his own wrist in sight. She quickly ran towards him, not caring that they didn’t even know each other and threw her arms around his shoulders. Bill stood still, not quite sure on what to do for a few seconds, before wrapping his own arms around her waist.

“I found you,” the girl whispered, causing a shiver to run through Bill. “I finally found you.”

Stan decided it was time for him to go. He slung his backpack on his shoulder and headed out, making sure to keep quiet as to not ruin the moment. He stepped out of the library and headed towards his home.

Suddenly, tears formed in his eyes, a bitter laugh making its way out of Stan’s mouth. He looked down on his own wrist, scratching at it, willing the numbers away. 0m 0s. The timer had stopped the moment he met Bill.

richie-kaspbraks

another story to tell (stenbrough)

Fandom: IT (2017), IT (Stephen King) Pairings: Bill Denbrough/Stan Uris, Stan/Patty, Bill/Audra Read it on my AO3

@stenbroughvevo i’m dedicating this to you bc i complained about how sad your fic is but like, same @trashrichie oh hey, look! i actually write stuff!

Bill knows what it means when he sees Stan in town out with a girl he doesn’t know. He knows what it means when he and Stan only kiss when they’re home alone and up in Bill’s room. He knows what it means when they’re holding hands in the theater and Stan lets go when the screen flashes too brightly. And Bill knows what it means when he falls asleep in Stan’s arms, even when Stan is always gone by the time the sun comes up.

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ruzekburgess

Richie Tozier and Stanley Uris | It (2017) dir. Andy Muschietti

rainbowthefox

I seriously love Louis’ character development so far in the Final Season.

I know plenty of people have talked about it and “stan” Louis for it, but it is seriously why this game is becoming my favorite of all the seasons in The Walking Dead Game series.

I want to jump back to Omid, in the earlier episodes. Where he was, arguably, the only “funny” one in most of those situations - the guy who cracked jokes, quipped when he could, and kept an upbeat attitude while still being kind-hearted. And none of us may have noticed it then, either we just appreciated him for being comedic relief or were agitated that he didn’t take much seriously, but that was the first glimpse I ever truly experienced in TWDG’s world: someone who still kept the goodwill of the human spirit despite being in a world where such a trait wouldn’t be “adaptive”, or even considered a liability.

The issue with Omid’s story was that his death was undeserving for someone of his character. Without him, it was clear Christa and Clementine’s lives were becoming bleak. They were left to look at the hopelessness of the world instead of seeing the lighter side of it like Omid gave to them. It was darker. And taking the rest of Season 2 into account, it didn’t seem like there was another person in place of Omid. People who were kind, yes, but no one with the same humor and outlook of the apocalypse. It gave me the impression that such a person like Omid wouldn’t come into Clem’s life again, considering where she was going and the people that she was with.

That was, until Louis came along.

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IN CLASS TODAY THIS KID GOT IN TROUBLE FOR READING WHILE THE TEACHER WAS LECTURING SO THE TEACHER TOOK HIS BOOK AND WHEN THE TEACHER TURNED AROUND HE PULLED OUT ANOTHER COPY OF THE SAME FUCKING BOOK

daree-to-dream

Every girl has had the experience where a creepy guy asks for our number and we don’t want to give it to him, but we also don’t want to get gutted in a back alley. “Give him a fake number!” I hear you call, okay and then he says “okay let me call you real quick!” Because they are learning. “Give them your number and then block them!” Okay and then they can plug it into something like Spokeo, pay $10 and know everything about you. So what do you do?

First pick a fake name, I use Jessica, then download the Google Voice app, hook it up to your email, pick a number, and set up a fake greeting with your fake name. You can set it to ring your actual phone like a normal call or text but they don’t have real info on you.

Go forth and don’t get murdered, ladies!

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Everyone reblog this post.

alwayscomfortable-deactivated20

what would you say to your 10 year old self

muzzystar

shut up ur like 10

lvl-5-kobold

i just had the funniest experience in vr chat, i joined a random server and the one i joined had Japanese people so i waddled around in my goofy club penguin avatar that i have saved, after a while a guy walks up to me and clones my avatar so were both penguins then another guy shows up and clone my avatar

now keep in mind there only speaking Japanese i don’t know what they are saying, then another guy joins in, so i got a group of three penguin friends

we just waddle around and goof about, the one of them tries to talk to me, but not only do i not have a mic i also don’t speak Japanese, they figure out i don’t speak Japanese and start listing various places, they get the part of being European right, and after listing a lot of places they ask if im from the UK and when i nod they all just start cheering. after hanging out for a while one of them gets real close to me and whispers…

“penguin brothers forever”

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shut up shut up shut up!

rascet

214-thotline-bling

how did abortions get banned faster than assault rifles

hammertimeinthegrill420

catsbeaversandducks

By @kenziecoffman and Theo the Cat

yuujislaugh

WAIT

yellowsugarwords

Willy tries to make Clem a peg leg, and since Mitch isn't around, he has no guidance on how to make one. He ends up giving Clem a prosthetic that fits perfectly but is too short, so she loses her balance and falls over. Willy is embarrassed that it failed, but Clementine is just so happy Willy thought of her and made a whole peg leg, even if it was too short.

I have another very similar request:

Could we get som hc for Willy making Clem apeg leg? After Mitch dies, he wants to take that place as the school’s carver.

So I’m gonna combine them :)

Watching Clem use her crutches was painful.

She got tired so quickly.

And couldn’t go a lot of places.

And acknowledged that if they were ever attacked, she’d die.

Willy hated it.

The strongest girl he had ever met feeling so weak.

Talking about how useless she’d become.

No matter how many times they told her otherwise.

Willy made a vow to change that.