spencer

he/him | fandoms: it (main), ianowt, raimi's spider-man, fall out boy, musicals reqs open!! i'll do headcanons, imagines, or match-ups :3

[sixphonecalls1985]

intro!!

welcome to my blog!!

my name is spencer, and i'm kind of new to having a blog :p my main fandom is it, but i'll write for a bunch of different ones!!! i'm also especially partial to stan and richie lollll!!!

i'm a writer and i'd be willing to write headcanons or imagines and you can request whatever!!! i won't do smut (unless it's aged up), or anything abusive (obviously).

[sixphonecalls1985]

she’s the man - max fischer (chapter 1.)

a/u where rushmore is a school with dorms and, like the movie, an all-boys school… also had to do a bunch of emo sneaks bc max fischer would’ve loved midwest emo.

it was a bright, warm morning. the sun shone through the car window, the bumpy road beneath you causing the car to slightly bounce as it drove up the road. the day before your first day of sophomore year, at a new school. rushmore academy, the prestigious, catholic, private k-12 school in your city.

however, there was a catch.

you were a girl, and rushmore was a boys only school. however, you were so advanced at your previous school, and your family could afford it, so they wanted to send you to rushmore.

so, you did the only thing your family could think of. dress you up in the uniform, change your name, and pretend you’re a boy to the administrators, teachers, and students there. while not exactly foolproof, it was the best anyone could think of.

now, you sat in the car as your dad drove, your mom in the passenger seat while you sat in the backseat with most of your stuff, packed up in large tubs. it kind of made you sad, seeing all your stuff packed away so you can move out for a few months.

you put your headphones on, tuning out your parents speaking with the sounds of ‘the power of failing’ by mineral.

before you knew it, you had pulled up to rushmore academy. when your parents pulled into the center driveway loop, a heavy-set man with white hair, glasses, and a suit walked out of the building. you recognized him as dr. guggenheim, the man who had met with your parents to discuss their “son,” and the academics at rushmore.

you took off your headphones and paused your cd player, hearing your mother unlock the car doors and step out. you also stepped out of the car, brushing your (now) short hair through your fingers as you adjusted your uniform.

“good morning, mr. (last name),” dr guggenheim greeted, holding one hand out for you to shake. you took it, politely smiling as you gave him a loose handshake.

“good morning, doctor,” you greeted back, hoping your voice wouldn’t be too feminine sounding. he didn’t seem to notice, just greeting your parents and taking his attention off of you.

when dr guggenheim started talking to your parents, you took the opportunity to glance around the campus. you admired the beautiful greenery in the courtyards, and the big brick buildings that held classrooms and dorms.

“let us get you to your dorm and get your schedule.” dr guggenheim said, breaking you out of your trance, and you nodded.

he walked you and your parents to dorm building e, reserved for the high schoolers of rushmore academy. he led you to the second floor, down a long hallway, and finally to a door that read “227.” there was a nameplate on the left side of the door, which read “MAX FISCHER,” whereas a nameplate with your “male” name was on the right side.

“here’s your dorm. you’ll be sharing with… fischer.” guggenheim stated, his face slightly dropping. your brows furrowed, wondering what the sudden change in mood was about, but you decided to ignore it and nod along. “all of his things are already in here, and he should be back tonight, along with everyone else.”

you nodded again, and guggenheim opened the door. as you walked in, your eyes were drawn to the left side of the room, where max’s things were. there were a bunch of ribbons and flags on the wall, mostly from various clubs and extracurriculars, along with posters from plays done by… “the max fischer players”?

you furrowed your brows once again, wondering just how much this kid did. he seemed very… involved. you shook out of it, and then looked over at your side of the room. it was fully bare, other than a loft bed with plain white sheets, along with a desk underneath it.

“your schedule is on the desk. it has classes listed, along with what building they’re in and the room number. if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me or a counselor.” guggenheim said, before walking out of the doorway and presumably back to his office.

your dad walked further into the room, standing next to you. he placed a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, looking around. “okay, sweetheart. we should get your stuff moved in.”

you nodded in agreement, turning around to leave the room.

after a while of bringing your tubs of stuff in, your parents said their goodbyes and went home, leaving you alone in your dorm. you sighed, sitting down on the chair at the desk and looking around.

“i guess i should probably get my stuff out…” you muttered to yourself, standing back up. you walked over to one of the tubs, opening it and checking it’s contents. it had your posters, cds, casettes, cd player, and speakers in it. you took the cd player out, setting it on your desk and plugging it into an outlet behind the desk. you grabbed your speakers and set them up with the cd player, connecting them to the player. you grabbed the cds out of the tub next, finding your copy of ‘30 degrees everywhere’ by the promise ring. you turned on the cd player, opening it and popping the cd in. it started playing, hearing the sounds of guitar fill the room.

you then decided to work on your posters, grabbing them out of the tub along with a roll of tape. you put them up on the wall, slightly overlapping them because of the problem with space on the wall. next, you decided to change the sheets, eliminating the sterile white for your black and pink polka-dotted sheets.

right as you finished, you heard the door open. you glanced over, seeing a boy wearing a rushmore uniform with black hair, glasses, and an oval face standing in the doorway. your eyes widened a bit, but you tried to calm yourself down.

“hey…” you greeted, a shy and soft tone in your voice.

“hello.” he greeted, setting down his bag by the door. “my name’s max fischer. i’m assuming you’re my roommate?”

you quickly nodded, clambering down the ladder from your loft bed. “y-yeah, i’m (your name).” you replied, adjusting your uniform.

“nice to meet you.” max stated, walking over to his side of the room. he sat down on the desk chair, grabbing one of his notebooks and starting to write in it.

“nice to meet you, too.” you said quietly, sitting down at your own desk chair. you opened another one of your tubs, digging through it until you found your favorite book. you moved the chair so you were sitting right at the desk, setting the book down and grabbing a highlighter.

after a few moments of silence, outside of the promise ring, max spoke up.

“what are you listening to?” he asked, voice serious, as usual.

you instantly froze, anxiety filling you.

[half-bloodxprincess]

i love how the stranger things epilogue wraps things up with the hawkins gang in may of 1989 and a literal month later in june '89 our little losers club bands together in derry

[sixphonecalls1985]

expecting! | 2019! stanley uris x fem! reader

it had been a very long time since your wedding to stanley uris, and an almost as long time of you two trying to conceive. you’d both wanted children since the day you’d started dating, but unfortunately, didn’t have much luck with getting pregnant. supposedly, there were no medical preventions, and it was likely stress, but the two of you never stopped trying.

so, here you were, at 35 years old, holding a positive test. stanley was working from home that day, so he’d been sitting in his office whilst you did housework. however, you’d noticed some changes in you. you’d been far more exhausted, somewhat nauseous, and most of all, you were late. sure, only about a week late, but that was still a whole week! so, you figured you’d take a test, just to be sure.

as soon as you saw the two lines, indicating a positive, you basically screamed. “STAN! STANLEY! COME HERE!” you shouted for your husband, knowing that he’d hear, since his office wasn’t too far from your shared bathroom.

you instantly heard loud footsteps from his office, but they still seemed somewhat gentle. maybe just a little nervous.

“are you okay, lovely? what happened?” he called out, his steps quickly reaching the bathroom as he turned the doorknob and opened the door.

as soon as you saw your husband, your tears got stronger, and you stepped over to him and basically fell into his arms.

“woah- hey, hey, what happened?” he asked gently, and you just held up the test in response. his eyes widened instantly, and he grabbed it from you. he analyzed it, seeming to feel like his eyes were deceiving him. “is this… you’re serious, right?” he questioned, his voice somewhat shocked and in disbelief. you looked up into his sweet, brown eyes, nodding.

“yeah, of course i’m serious.” you replied, a small, nervous smile on your face. “i wouldn’t joke about this, stan. not after how long we’ve been trying.”

stanley nodded, gently kissing the top of your head. he continued to stare down at the test, his brows slightly furrowing. “how’d you know to take a test? you have been pretty sick lately, but i just kinda figured you had a bug… we’re kind of old to be getting pregnant, lovely.” he chuckled, a sweet smile on his face.

“well, yeah, i have been really nauseous, that was a pretty major sign… and also… my period was late.” you answered, sighing softly. you put your head down, so it was against stanley’s shoulder. “i’m probably only about a month along, i’m not sure… i’ll call the doctor and make an appointment to figure everything out.”

stanley nodded, softly kissing your head again. “okay… let me know when it is, i’ll try to get off work.” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you closely.

you smiled, wrapping your own arms around your husband. “okay, i will.” you agreed, closing your eyes. “i’m tired… i think i’m going to nap for a little bit.” you spoke, and stan gently let go of you, grabbing a hand instead. he walked with you to your bedroom, taking off his clothes from work and gently helping undress you.

“are you gonna nap, too?” you asked sleepily, looking at stanley with a smile. he nodded, laying down in your shared bed and gently helping you lay, as well. you laid down next to him, feeling his warm arms tangle around your body. as he spooned you, you felt one warm, big hand rest gently on your lower belly. you giggled quietly, putting your own hand over it.

[laurenluvss]

take me back to 2017-19 when the it fandom was at its peak 😫🙏

[sixphonecalls1985]

stanley barber x afab! reader

a/n: i’ve thought about this so much and it genuinely has invaded my brain!!!!! basically a fic of reader freebleeding in stan’s underwear and clothes!!!! also period comfort OBVIOUSLY!!! also sorry for straight up disappearing for MONTHS i got so unmotivated to write

“hey, you okay?” stan asked as soon as he saw you on his couch, stepping quickly down the stairs. he had been at the bowling alley, working another closing shift.

it was relatively late, around midnight, according to the old clock hanging up on stan’s wall. you’d been there since school ended and he left, since you didn’t want to go home, and he didn’t mind you staying in his room.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you said sleepily, head pressed against one of the pillows on the pull-out couch. you were underneath a blanket, too, almost on the verge of falling asleep.

“your cramps any better?” he asked, slipping off his shoes and unbuttoning his work shirt. he stepped over to the small bathroom area, clearly getting ready to take a shower.

“yeah, they’re better.” you replied, pulling up the blanket and glancing down at your thighs. you’d bled through stan’s boxers a tiny bit, slightly staining the towel you’d been laying on. “somehow, not wearing pads or anything helps.”

“i’m glad.” stan replied, a genuine, goofy smile growing on his face. he’d always worried so much about your cramps, especially on days when he had to work and couldn’t be with you.

you looked over at the tv, watching the movie you’d had on repeat basically since he left, while he turned on the shower and stepped in.

around 10 minutes later, you heard the shower stop and the curtain open. stan stepped out, grabbing his towel and gently drying himself off. he walked over to the couch, pulling up the blanket and climbing under it himself. you felt his warm, still slightly damp, body curl up to yours through your shirt and underwear. a warm, spindly hand ran down your torso, gently falling on your lower stomach and rubbing. you let out a soft noise of contentment, backing up to get closer to his warmth.

“hold on, lemme get up. i got you some stuff.” stan said, shimmying away from you and standing up. he walked over to the landing on the stairs, where he’d left a small bag.

he walked back over to the couch and set it down next to you, rummaging through it. “i got you a new heating pad, some candy, and also some fruit, because i heard it was supposed to help with cramps.”

“oh, thank you.” you replied, a smile on your face as you watched your boyfriend pull out a small bag of reese’s cups, along with a container of mixed berries. you took the chocolate, almost immediately opening the plastic bag and unwrapping one of them.

stan grinned as he watched you, and picked up the snacks to put on one of the side tables. he sat back down next to you, one of his hands going towards your crampy, slightly bloated belly.

“do you want the heating pad now, or do you think you’re good for a little bit?” he asked softly, looking down at you with a caring expression.

“i’m good, i think.” you answered and closed your eyes, eagerly waiting for him to lay back down, so you could feel his warmth and cuddles again.

stanley nodded, and turned off the lamps next to his bed. there was still a floor lamp that was left on, next to his guitar amp, and a lamp that sat atop the bar in the corner of his room. they both cast a light orange glow around the room, so there was still some brightness.

you felt stan curl up to you, his warm, lanky body pressing against you gently. you pressed your head back against his chest, hearing and feeling his heartbeat against you.

“goodnight, sweetheart.” he mumbled, his own voice sleepy and sweet. “i love you so much, (nickname).”

you hummed quietly in response, and felt him squeeze you a bit tighter. not too long after, you fell asleep.

[the-yappstronaut]

the losers club's favorite chappell songs

bill: so casual coded. he would scream casual in his shower. his vibe just is casual.

eddie: my kink is karma. hes short and angry and gay and we love him for it.

richie: "GOOD LUCK BABE!" everyone screams. but i don't listen. he is a super graphic ultra modern girl through and through. he quotes "fugly jeans" on a daily basis.

stan: kaleidoscope, half because i associate this song with syd novak, half because it reminds me of his crippling insecurity surrounding his friendships.

mike: coffee. i don't really have a reason for this, i can't explain it. just coffee.

ben: picture you just SCREAMS ben. "am i in the frame from your point of view?" be for real.

bev: red wine supernova. come on. i don't have to argue this.

[cat-b0t]

Happy pride month to the losers club only

[incorrect-losers]

Bill: Happy gay month, cause you know you gay and stuff

Eddie: Okay thank you

Bill *handing Eddie gifts*: Here I got you this gay balloon cause its got all the colors cause it’s gay

Bill: And I got skittles cause it’s got a rainbow on it

Eddie: Okay

Bill: And I got a cookie cake it says

Bill *singing*: BE WHO YOU AREEEE FOR YOUR PRIDEEEEE

[stoful7freak]

old men yaoi sto like god intended

[souperkoolkidz]

happy pride month because i know yall are celebrating. i know my audience

[sixphonecalls1985]

richie and eddie

[birdhousesinyoursoul]

happy anniversary of all the losers reuniting #may28th

[rayrardd]

EDDIE KASPBRAK

[sixphonecalls1985]

I saw that u were writing for it and can I request platonic headcanons of Dad! Stan taking his toddler daughter out birdwatching for the first time just cute father daughter bonding time and him pointing out all the different birds species and giving her the binoculars to look at them and them coming up nicknames for the birdies🕊

ofc!! this request is actually so cute i audibly aww-ed when i read it 😭 also sorry i wrote this as an imagine instead of headcanons bc it just made more sense to me to be an imagine. i hope you enjoy!! 🫶

dad! stanley uris birdwatching with his daughter:

“you all ready to go, sweetheart?” stan asked, a big smile on his normally stern face. he’d always been passionate about birds, and wanted to pass it on to his kid after they were born.

so, now that his daughter could (sort-of) walk, and talk a little bit, stan decided that now was the perfect time to introduce her to bird-watching.

the small child nodded excitedly, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that stanley had dressed her in. she was always pretty close with her dad, despite him working quite a bit, and she loved spending any time with him.

“i’m taking that as a yes,” stan replied, chuckling a bit at his daughter’s excited expression. “do you want to go get my bird book while i get my binoculars?”

the toddler nodded happily again, immediately waddling off to stanley’s office, where he kept his ornithology books. she grabbed one, which he’d sat out on his desk, and then toddled back to the living room.

after they were all set, stan got her settled in the car, and they drove to a park on the outskirts of the city. stanley got the bag he’d packed full of birdwatching equipment, and picked her up. he walked to one of the trails, setting her down and grabbing one of her hands to walk with her. the two walked down the dirt trail, and when they got far enough down, stanley picked his daughter up again.

“do you want to look at the birdies?” he asked in a soft voice, making the girl nod excitedly. he gently held the binoculars up to her tiny face, aiming them in a direction where he could see some birds flying and then landing on a tree. “what’s it look like, sweetheart?” he asked.

the little girl took a minute to reply, furrowing her small brows. “blue… and white…” she babbled out after a second, still staring into the binoculars.

“hmm… sounds like a blue jay.” stanley replied, smiling a bit wider. it was a fairly common bird, of course, but he was just excited to be sharing something he loved with his daughter.

“aww… jay jay flew ‘way.” she said, and stan saw as the bird flew off of the branch.

“i’m sorry, love.” stanley said, unable to hold back laughs. “jay jay, huh?” he muttered to himself, and pulled the binoculars away from her. he glanced around for a second, looking for any other birds that were notable. after a moment of searching, he found a beautiful brown bird, with a white belly and some darker spots. he put the binoculars back on his daughter, guiding her in the direction it was in.

“you see that one? that’s called a brown thrasher. it’s the state bird.” he said, a fond smile on his face. his daughter giggled a bit, intently looking into the binoculars.

“brown thrasher.” she repeated in her sweet little voice, watching as the bird pecked at its nest. “thrash.” she said, leaning back against her dad, making him grin.

“you wanna call it ‘thrash?’” stan asked, eyebrows raised in amusement. “i think i can get behind that.”

his daughter smiled even wider, and he pulled the binoculars away from her. he continued to show her birds, and she came up with her own ways of saying their names. after a while of successful birdwatching, the two went back home.

[sixphonecalls1985]

dating stanley barber - headcanons ☆彡

a/n: i’ve never really written headcanons b4 so i hope these are okay 😭 also i’m probably gonna write more of stan barber bc i absolutely adore him (even if my main fandom is still it)

cw: weed (obviously), periods (does this even require a cw???)

- you two met during homecoming after both of your dates ditched you (let’s just pretend the whole head thing never happened…)

- both of you instantly clicked and got really close really fast

- you two are ALWAYS hanging out, and usually smoking (if you want to)

- if you’re uncomfortable with smoking he tries to avoid doing it around you or before you hang out (so he doesn’t smell like it AS badly)

- he adores showing you all of his favorite albums, and his favorite vhs tapes

- many dates to record stores (or just any physical media stores)!!!!

- he also loves writing songs and playing them for you on his guitar

- bonus points if you’re musically talented to and can play/sing with him

- he’s overall just such a gentleman

- he’s the type of guy to not let you out of his car until he opens the door, to pull out your chair before you sit down, to give you his jacket whenever you’re cold, that typa thing

- he definitely makes you soup when you’re sick

- i feel like he’d be a great chef bc 1st of all, he’s a stoner, 2nd of all he’s home alone most of the time, so therefore he cooks for you constantly

- he just loves taking care of you

- you guys put zit cream on each other 😍😍 oh yeah so hot /j

- for afab ppl, he is THE BEST about periods

- like he will straight up do anything

- spend an entire paycheck on snacks? let you freebleed in his boxers? try to cheer you up if you’re upset (which he succeeds in)? ANYTHING.

- he’s just very lovey and caring, but lowkey fragile

- treat him right broski

[venusssus]

hey so i actually miss eddie and richie and it’s been like 6 years since this shit happened :