Requests: hi!! could you write something with stan x female!reader in where she’s like social and all but likes making bad jokes and puns and more often than not people are like “y/n pls stop it” but stan loves it even tho she gets like shit for it and with all the it stuff stan gets mad and snaps @ her and goes off on how annoying she is?? sorry if this is too specific, i just thought i’d be a good plot and your writing is amazing, thanks in advance💕
Word Count: 655 Words
Character Count: 3552 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes, 38 Seconds
Warnings: Angst?
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
“So, Helen Keller walks into a bar, then a chair, then a table.”
“(Y/n), stop.”
“When you clean a vacuum cleaner, you become a vacuum cleaner.”
“(Y/n). Seriously.”
“How did the hipster burn his lip? He drank his coffee before it was cool.”
“Oh, my fucking god.”
“What do you call a fat psychic? A four-chin teller!”
“(Y/n)! Please!” Richie yelled, causing you to laugh, along with the rest of the losers.
“What’s wrong Richie? You don’t like my jokes?” You asked, leaning against a rock. You were all at the quarry, hanging out after taking a swim, this time you brought your bathing suits and some towels, as well as some foods and drinks.
“I get it but, you’re getting too fucking annoying. Could you please fucking shut up?” He growled, causing you to sigh, and shake your head. You muttered a small ‘whatever’ and grabbed a snack, the others continuing with what they were doing as Stan spoke up with Richie.
“Come on, Richie, could you be a little more dickish?” Stan spoke sarcastically. He walked over and sat down next to you, rubbing a towel through his hair seeing as how he just came out of the water.
“I could be, but seeing as how much of a goddamn gentleman I am, I decided to go easy on Mrs. Uris.” He teased, causing you to groan out as a blush crawled on Stan’s face.
“Richie, stop. Now.” He spoke, glaring at him before Richie shook his head and walked off. You only slid down, arms over your knees as your now dry hair covered your face, Stan looked over at you and patted your head, seeing as he sat on a rock a bit higher than you.
“Don’t worry, he’s just an asshole.” He mused. You only hummed, closing your eyes.
“Jeez, this clown must really be a fatass.” You spoke, your tone grumpy as you walked through the Neilbolt house, Stan next to you as he held the flashlight, yours still hooked on your leg.
“Shut up, (Y/n).” He groaned, walking into an empty room with you.
“What? You mad this clown has a bigger appetite than you?” You chuckled, looking up at a wall as you crossed your arms.
“No! Could you please just shut the hell up?” His voice grew, him turning to you as his face grew in anger, glaring at you as the flashlight was now on you.
“Alright, alright. Calm down, please.” You spoke quietly, not wanting him to yell, the house already caused your heart to beat fast enough already.
“No! I won’t! You’re always pulling some excuse out of your ass, or saying some shitty jokes that just get on everyone nerves, including mine! You can’t just shut up for one second?” He yelled, causing you to walk backwards as he yelled at you, getting closer to you as the light blinded you. His eyes were filled with hatred as yours were full of fear, two perfect meals for the prying eyes on you both.
“You know what? Fuck you! And fuck me for thinking you actually cared! Get the hell away from me!” You screamed, running out the room and away from him, finding Eddie as you were running, from Stan.
“(Y/n)! Wait!” He yelled, grabbing your hand as you ran away from him.
And then, you felt a falling feeling in your stomach, a scream ripping from your throat as Eddie did the same. You heard the sickening snap of Eddies arm, small whimpers coming from him as the sound of tearing flesh came from you. Causing him to turn over and look at you, your left thigh had a gaping hole, a giant piece of wood stuck out of your leg, blood pouring from your leg as you passed out, becoming paler and paler.
“STAN!” Eddie scratched, calling for the others.
And then, the fucking clown came, taunting all of you.
Request: Omg hi can you please write something about Stan like maybe one where he's dating the reader and kinda gets picked on by the bullies for it but the reader defends him? Something that has a ton of fluff please 💕
Word Count: 590 Words
Character Count: 3259 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes, 21 Seconds
Warnings: Bullying
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
Tags: @dotnick12
Walking up to your locker, you shifted your binder and books to your left side, adjusting your backpack, bringing your right hand to unlock your locker.
You quickly opened your locker and placed your books and binder inside, fixing it up a but before you heard someone call your name.
"(Y/n), wanna walk home?" Stan's familiar voice came out, causing your head to turn to your right, your boyfriend's face coming into view. You felt your face warm up a bit, and heart heart speed up, a stupid grin coming to your face.
"Sure, let me just finish this up real quick." You replied quickly, finishing up fixing your locker before you closed it.
"Let's go." You smiled, grabbing his hand as you walked out the school.
You both chatted a bit, walking down the streets, enjoying each others company.
You found out the rest of the Losers Club took different routes home today as you all had different agendas today.
"I don't get how Ms. Smith is able to give us so much homework." Stan complained a bit, swinging your connected hands as you smiled.
Your smile soon fell as a familiar and hateful voice came behind you both.
"If it isn't some losers. Why the hell are you two here? You ain't welcome." Henry's voice spat out, causing your to shaking your head and continue walking, almost pulling Stan with you.
"(Y/n)- wait." Stan called out slightly, Henry coming up behind you as Patrick and another one followed you both.
"Did I say you can leave? No." Henry grabbed your shoulder, Stan stopping as well before you looked at Henry, your face held a tired expression, Stan's holding more fear.
"You think you can ducking leave when I'm talking to you? And you. You think just because your the Rabbi's son your all tough shit?" He sneered, looking down at you and Stan.
He continued to throw insults at you and Stan, causing you to sigh and irritate you but, Stan's hand gripped yours showing his fear.
"You know, maybe I should-"
"Shut the hell up? Yes I think so too." You interrupted him, a stupid look appearing on his face, causing you to chuckle as you continued.
"(Y/n). . ."
"All you do is talk shit and do petty things to make people scared of you, shithead. You're just a sad teen who cant get over his daddy issues. Now go and duck yourself with your little friends help before I calk the cops who, conveniently, are your father." You spoke.
The rest were at a loss for words, and Stan took this opportunity to grab your hand and run, making you stumble a bit as you crossed the streets and were tugged along.
"W-what the hell was t-that?" You huffed, standing in front of Stan's house, Stan hugging you a bit.
"I didn't want you hurt! God! What are YOU thinking?"
"I'm thinking that I don't want you hurt!" He sighed, lowering his voice.
"I know. I just don't want him bothering you anymore." You looked down. He grabbed your hands, looking at you, and trying to calm the both if you down.
He gently put his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes as yours finally caught him.
"I love you. But I don't want you getting hurt for me. Alright? Being there for me is enough." He smiled at you. You huffed a bit, before shaking your head and looking at him.
"I love you too. And I will always be there for you."
Request: Stan Uris imagine where Pennywise is defeated and he brings her to her house and stays the night, and he tells her he is not going to let Pennywise hurt her again and they kiss?
Word Count: 394 Words
Character Count: 2225 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes
Warning: None
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
"I look like complete shit."
"Stan, we just fought a clown in literal shit water."
"Don't remind me."
You and Stan we're currently walking to his house to get cleaned up. You both decoded to clean the blood off yourselves and the murky waters before his parents came home.
You we're walking side by side down the abandoned street, your bloody hands still molded together as the wind gently hit your faces.
This could have been a romantic moment.
You both were incredibly sore, your muscles aching with every step, your joints creaking with pain, your heads pounding with a headache that was almost unbearable.
And yet here you both were, walking together.
Together.
You never realized how nice Stans hands felt wrapped around yours. How nice it was to have him by your side, safe, alive, with YOU specifically.
And they say you're to young for love.
You both finally reached Stan's house, him unlocking the door before you both jumped into the cool house, an oasis from the summer heat.
"I'll find something for the pain, you can shower and take something from my doors." He spoke, being very nonchalant about having you in his house.
He really did change.
You did as told, before eventually finding a pair of his boxers and a larger than normal tee-shirt that sported a "Miami Florida Forever" logo in script on the back.
You threw your hair into a messy bun, Stan walking out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him. He put on dome boxers before sitting in the bed, the supplies in front if you as you fixed each others wounds.
You both eventually just sat there, cleaner and wounds fixed, your ibuprofen's taken and hearts heavy, not being able to relax for weeks on end and finally being able to was. . .
Breath taking.
So there you we're, laying in the bed next to each other as your hands found their way to intertwine with one another.
"(Y/n). . ."
"Yes?"
"I won't let anything hurt you again."
"Nothing ever did. And if so, I'll heal better when I'm with you." You smiled, enjoying your chick flick moment.
You felt Stan shift, causing you to turn your head, and his lips soon found yours, the kiss was quick and sweet.
Request: Hey! Could you do one with Stan where they're at the quarry and all the boys are looking at Beverly while she's laying down and the reader gets jealous because she likes Stan?
Word Count: 567 Words
Character Count: 3182 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes, 20 Seconds
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
You pushed your pants down, leaving yourself in only your underwear before doing the same with your shirt. You quickly walked up to the boys as they all bickered, standing behind them giggling a bit.
"Psst!" You heard a voice, turning your head to see Beverly before walking over to her.
"Hey!" She called out, causing the boys to turn before she undressed, leaving herself in her underwear as well. He grabbed your hand before running off the edge.
"Sissy's" She muttered, jumping with you, letting go while you're mid-air.
"Haha!" You laughed, hearing Riches "What the Fuck" before splashing into the cool water. Holding your breath, you opened your eyes, looking around as you saw tiny fish swim around.
You lifted your head out of the water, and saw Beverly swimming to you, the boys jumping one after another. You all smiled and played, going through rounds of chicken or just chasing each other. You decided to relax a bit and lay back, floating, before Beverly came to your side.
"We're gonna go dry off, you coming?" She asked, poking you in the side.
"Give me ten more minutes." You smiled, hearing her hum before everyone got out.
You enjoyed this peaceful silence. No one was bothering you, bullying you, or. . . trying to kill you to say the least. Your mind wondered to IT, and how her last encounter he chanted about her floating.
'You'll float too.' His haunting voice chanted in your head, causing you to open your eyes, and take a gasp of air, only to relazise you we're underwater.
'See? I told you you'll float.' You heard his voice in your head, causing you to push up from the bottom and swim to the top, coughing a bit.
Looking around you saw the rest on the other side if the lake, deciding this was a good time to get out, you swan to the other end of the lake.
"(Y/n). . ." Your name echoed through your head, IT's voice being the holder, causing you to shaking your head a bit before walking around the lake to the rest.
You shivered a bit when sitting down, causing the boys to look at you as you sat down, soaking wet, as they we're almost completely dry. You brought your knees up to yourself before they all lost interest, without you knowing, and started to stare at Beverly.
"Hm?" You hummed, following their gazes to Bev, before letting out a quiet sigh, turning to Stan, as you hoped the would be more mature about this but, he was staring at her as well.
You raised your eyebrows before laying backwards on the rock, so they couldn't see your head and only your body, due to your face contorting with confusion.
An unpleasant feeling bubbled up in you, causing you to feel angry, and you knew why. You weren't exactly a jealous person but, seeing Stan just stare at her like that made you feel so. . . lost inside.
You sighed. Thinking more about why you're feeling like this, dark and unneeded thoughts clouded your head as jealously filled your heart. Thinking that you had no chance with Stan.
The obnoxious music filled your ears before the nous started making some noises, starting to walk around and such, Beverly not being the center of attention.
Request: Can you do an image where reader is in the losers club and they have become depressed lately and is shutting everyone out and all the losers and really worried especially stan because he really likes her and she really likes him??? Love your account btw!!!!! ♥️♥️
Word Count: 500 Words
Character Count: 2714 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes
Warnings: Mentions of Depression
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
Depressions sucks.
That's how you could describe your situation at the moment.
So here you we're, curled up on your couch, pillows and blankets surrounding you, bags of junk food around you and your TV playing.
You tried to find some form of comfort, and it was working but, not enough. The past week has just been, well, one of your bad days on a back to back thing.
The Losers eventually found out about this after talking with your older sister, and they decided to kill two birds with one stone after talking for a bit.
They decided Stan should talk with you a bit, and while he's talking, he could confess his feelings, due to you talking in private.
So here he was, at your front door, waiting for you to respond.
The door slowly opened, revealing your sleepy self, in only some pajama shorts and a tank top. Your hair was messy and you had a blanket wrapped around yourself, a lazy smile on your face as you spike with Stan.
"Hey. What's up?" You asked.
"Can I come in? I just wanted to talk and check on you. I haven’t seen you in a while." He spoke quietly, his voice cracking a bit causing him to blush a bit in embarrassment.
"Sure. Here." You opened the door, letting him in the house, the smell of lavender hitting him lightly. You walked over to the couch, sitting down and patting the spot next to you, to which he followed and sat. You both sat there for a bit, enjoying each other’s company, as you emitted a soft hum while drinking your tea. Stan sat there, admiring you a bit, causing him to forget why he was there for a bit.
“Hey, (Y/n), I was wondering. . . how are you doing? I was getting a bit worried.” He spoke, looking over to you, causing your eyes to wonder over him. You let out a low chuckle, before replying.
“I’m. . . fine. I guess. I just, haven’t been so hot, as of lately, sorry” You mumbled a bit, giving a tired chuckle. Your smile was temporary, soon fading as you stared, into nothing.
“Just a bit depressed, I think, so I’ve been trying to get through it quickly, take care of myself- ya know?” You continued Stan nodding before moving a bit closer, catching your eye.
“You know, you don’t have to be alone, I... I know what it’s like. Especially after this summer and everything.” He spoke out to you.
You both spoke back and forth for a while, Stan telling you what he’s been through, and you doing the same. You both decided that it was better if you both same to each other, understanding how sometimes things just don’t go your way and you need to regroup yourself.
And now you’re here, smiling more and laughing a bit, feeling much better than before. And you felt even better once Stan decided to kiss you.
Request: could you do an imagine where stan and the reader are watching a horror movie together and he comforts the reader?
Word Count: 259 Words
Character Count: 1451 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 1 Minute
Warnings: A Nightmare on Elm Street mentions?
Authors Notes: Enjoy! I love this gif!
Horror movies were your life source.
And they still are.
But surprisingly this was too much fuel.
So here you are in Stan's house, wrapped up in a blanket together and eating popcorn. You were rewatching "A Nightmare On Elm Street" for the third time and it still hand you clinging to Stan.
"(Y/n). . . you'll be fine. Trust me." Stan whispered. Stan was currently laying down on the couch on his back, with you snuggled on top if him, your head resting on his chest.
"I know. But admit it, you're enjoying this." You mused, snuggling into Stan's neck, a satisfied hum emitted from this throat which made you laugh.
You both looked to the movie, and currently, someone was sleeping on their bed, nothing too bad. If this was a regular film.
Suddenly the kid gets pulled into the bed, before blood errupts from the hole in the bed, painting the ceiling and walls, causing your grip in Stan to tighten more as you shivered a bit.
"Yes, I do on occation." He smiled looking up and closing his eyes, on hand supporting his head as another traced your back, his light touch was appealing yet tickled, only enough to make you smile.
"This that occasion every time I am clingy and in some way affectionate?" You hummed, smiling as you kissed his jaw.
"Every time." He spoke, rubbing your back.
Soon, the both of you felt your eyes getting heavy, soon falling asleep in each others arms, safe from anything that wished harm.
