IT imagines & One-shots

Stanley Uris x male reader

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For a few years after first meeting you, Stanley had never once felt as strongly for someone. Sure there was that one girl in kindergarten but that was a stupid crush he had on a girl that literally hated him and still probably does. But when he met you he instantly felt an attraction. He felt his heart flutter everytime you would look at him, smile at him, talk to him and he swore he died and had went to heaven anytime you would accidental brush you hand against his.
When it came to trying to tell someone about his new found crush all they would say is "Oh, they must be one special girl?" "Oh I bet she's real beautiful!" Everytime he'd smile and nod, but in the back of his mind he'd correct them "He is a special boy." "He is a very handsome boy." But he'd never say that out loud. Though like most know this, actions speak louder than words and there was only one group that knew stan more than anyone, The Losers club. They had seen the way he looked at you, when you'd pass by. The way he looked at you as if he had set his eyes on the most beautiful view. They wanted to say something, but knew not to. How could they just come in and say "Hey we know you like him, fucking ask him out." There was no easy way to say this to Stan. Especially since he had grown up around a father so strict. A father who didn't believe in same sex relationships. So he never said anything. He kept his feeling bottled up and in a box deep in his heart. That is until one faithful day.
"Stan! Hurry the hell up, the ice cream place isn't open for forever!" "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Richie shakes his head as he reposition on the seat of his bike. Stan pulls his bike from the ground and sits himself on the seat. The group then begins to head in the direction of the delicious ice cream. They were making good time, that is until a rouge bike comes out of knowhere. Now this would have been a problem if it was anyone else, but this was y/n l/n. The one and only guy that has made Stanley feel butterflies. When he started to slow down to the same speed as the losers he started up conversation. "So, what do we owe the pleasure of your company sir y/n?" Richie says in a British accent, y/n chuckles and shakes his head "Can I not spend time with my favorite people in all of Derry?" Richie bows his head and continues to peddle "You are completely right sir y/n." He smiles and begins to slow down a tad just to slowly make his way next to Stanley. "Hello Mr. Uris. How are ya today?" Y/n says to Stan as he continues to peddle. He was lost for words, he felt as though the words had escaped him and were no where to be found. He felt foolish for not answering him quicker, and when he did it came out small and quiet. Y/n almost fell off his bike trying to lean in to hear him better.
When they finally arrived to the ice cream place Stan was immediately excusing himself to the bathroom. He was gone before anyone could even acknowledge that he was gone. Beverly was already there when the losers arrived and when she saw how fast Stan ran off she was immediately curious. "Is he alright?" Richie shrugs "I don't know, Maybe he needs to take a shit. None of my business." She shakes her head and goes over to where Stanley ran off. When she gets there she turns a corner and sees him. Crying into his palms and sitting in the grass against a brick wall. He didn't know she was there but jumped when he felt someone's shoulder touch his. Seeing that its Beverly he relaxes slightly, tears still streaming down his face. "What's the matter stan?" He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut. "Holding it in won't help you any. I am one of your friends Stan. I would never judge you for anything, you know that." He looks at her and she feels a pang in her chest. She had no idea what he was about to tell her, but all she wanted to do was hold him and tell him it was gonna be ok. "I-i...I have a crush..." he says quietly, almost barely audible. "On who?" He then takes in a long breath and says something, this time she doesn't catch what he says and asks him to repeat it. He swallows the excess saliva in his mouth and breaths again "Y/n." Her eyes widen. When he sees this he immediately is about to plead for her not to say anything, but the smile on her face tells him differently. She pulls him into a hug and pats his back gently. "Im so happy you told me stan. And y/n is lucky to have someone like you be interested in him. So when are you gonna tell him?" "Thats the problem. I can't." She gives him a weird look and shakes her head "Yes you can, and you have to." "No, I can't! He will never like me, he will never like this." He says as he gestures to himself "He thinks I'm pathetic. When i talk to him all I do is stutter and stammer. I can barely stand on my own two feet when he's around." Stan says as he begins to shake. "There is nothing wrong with you, and you think y/n doesn't like you. I guess you don't pay attention as much as you should be." "What do you mean by that?" "Stan, when your not looking, he looks at you like your a damn angel and you dont see that?" Stan shakes his head slowly and looks down embarrassed "Stan listen, here's whats gonna happen. We are gonna get up and go back over there. We're gonna eat ice cream and talk and trust me, everything will be ok." He looks back up and nods his head while smiling at Beverly "Thank you bev. Really, I don't know what I'd do without you." She smile and waves it off sarcastically.
When they round the building they see all the others looking at y/n. Talking intently about something unknown. When they got over there they all stopped talking. Y/n looked over at them and smiled again. "Hey Stan, you want to come with me and order the ice creams? You know help me carry them?" Stan mutters out a yes and begins to walk with y/n over to the guy at the counter.
The rest of their evening went on just like that. Small talk was being made and the day was coming to an end. Yall had already rode with Beverly to her home, then Eddie, then Richie, then Mike, and ben and finally Bill, it was left to you and stan. Stan had rode to your house, for some reason you didn't know. Usually it was the other way around. But when you both stopped outside your door, neither of you talked. It was awkward silence and both of you were drowning in it. "So,...your parents home?" Stan said suddenly "No. No they are actually out on a date. They said they wanted some time to themselves. Whatever that means." Stand nods his head and looks around and when he's about to announce his departure from your porch, "Stan, I need to tell you something." He swallows thickly and nods his head "For some time now, I've begun to realize something about myself that I'm not sure how your gonna react to it, but anyways, here it is...." You take in a deep breath "Stanley.....I-I...love you." You say the last part quietly. Stan was so shocked, he had no idea how to even take in the new information that was given to him. He wanted to say it back but couldn't find the words to. "I-I am so sorry, I knew that was a bad id-" Before y/n could even get the last word out he was then smothered into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around the other boy and let out a shaky breath that he didn't even realize he was holding in. When y/n pulled away he decided right then to take the opportunity he had been waiting for. He leaned forward and captured Stanley in a kiss. He held his face in his hands and smiled into it. Stan was again so shocked that he didn't know how to even grasp this moment. When they separated Stan looked at y/n and opened his mouth to say something but ended up closing it. "What? Was that too much?" Stan shakes his head "No, I was just gonna ask if we could do that again?" Y/n chuckles and nods his head. This time stan saw the kiss coming and gladly responded back with the same amount of love y/n was giving. They separated and sighed out in contentment.
They said their goodbyes and promised to see each other again sometime tomorrow if they were both free. When Stanley got home and went to his bedroom, all he could think of was that kiss, the way y/n's lips felt on his and the way y/n held his face in his hands. He brung his finger up to his lips and smiled, this time when tears filled his eyes, they were happy ones and all he could feel was the happiness that's in his heart. When he layed down that night, he dreamt of that kiss, how cliche it felt and how gentle y/n was. So he dreamt of that kiss and hoped that tomorrow, would hold more.