Shapes - Stan Uris x Reader

~7~

Stan watched the four walk into the house, hearing Richie utter another comment on the (exaggerated) size of his dick. Ben turned to him, "So, what's up with you and (Y/n)?" He turned to the boy and raised a brow

"What do you mean? We're not together," He scoffed and desperately added, "Ew, gross." The other boys shared a glance, they could see through his lies, maybe it was just because he suddenly got very nervous.

"You've all said a lot of crazy shit since I've been here, but that was the first lie," Ben could see Stan start to sweat, his green shirt with white stripes looked as if it was getting moist.

"Why were you two holding hands at Bill's?" Mike stepped forward with a smirk.

"We weren't-" Stan blew a sigh of relief when Eddie's scream and a loud crash coming from inside caught everyone's attention. Mike and Ben ran in, and hesitantly, he did as well. "Eddie?" He yelled in an attempt to find where the small boy was.

"Bill? Richie? (Y/n)?" Eddie screamed, facing a giant clown that had just contorted itself from inside of an old fridge. He was close to hyperventilating, backing up as much as he could with his possibly broken arm. The clown mocked him as he slowly walked closer until Ed was against the wall.

"Eddie, Where are you?" Stan heard (Y/n) scream, and he ran into the room where she stood, holding a lead pipe. Once she caught sight of him, the grip on the object tightened. "Stan is outside. This is not Stan." She whispered to herself, repeating the phrase. He remembered that IT had appeared to her as him the last time she saw it. 

"Shit (Y/n), I swear I'm not IT. IT is with Eddie; he needs our help." She shut her eyes and moved forward, whispering the same thing and raising the pipe like she was up to bat. His eyes widened, and he backed up.

"Guys, we need help IT's in here!" Ben yelling seemed to have knocked (Y/n) into realizing that she was about to wack her crush with a lead pipe. She hugged Stan, apologizing several times.
"I'm glad we found you, now let's get Ed." They ran up the stairs and stopped next to the other losers in the doorway.

"I was real enough for Georgie," The clown laughed at Bill, his giant hand covering Eddie's face. He turned entirely and was charging towards him. Soon enough, the pipe that (y/n) held earlier was being thrust into IT's head. Richie and Bill rushed to help Eddie and the others watched (and screamed) as it turned around, claws coming from its hands.

The clawed hand ripped through Ben's stomach and got caught in Stan's shirt buttons. He screamed and struggled as he was lifted off the ground. The clown started to walk backward, Stan hanging like a Christmas ornament. With everyone else occupied with Eddie and Ben's injuries, (Y/n) ran out after him and into the room where the well was. "Get the fUCK away him." She jumped and pulled onto Stan's ankles. (He was "floating" high, and I'm imagining (Y/n) as my height [5'1"] So yeah she had to jump.) She tugged, and soon Stan fell on top of her, his shirt had been torn apart, and he wore only a strip of cloth. 

The clown slithered back into the well, leaving the two kids out of breath. (Y/n) took off her sweatshirt, it was black with the band Aerosmith's logo on it. "Shit, here." She handed it to him, his face beet red once he noticed the lack of clothing on his torso. They got up and returned to the room where the rest of the losers were.

"You-you did this!" Eddie's mom dragged Eddie aside as she scolded the losers, "You know how delicate he is."

"We were attacked, M-mrs. K-"

"Don't try and blame anyone else," she fumbled with her keys and angrily picked it back up.

"Mrs. K, I saw-"

"No! You are all monsters! All of you and Eddie is done with you. You hear that? Done!" She finally got into her car and drove the old car away with Eddie in it. We walked in the street and watched them drive off.

"You two saw the well. We know where it is and next time we can fight it-"

"No! No next time Bill! You're insane!" Stan was on the brink of tears, shoving his hands in the pocket of the sweatshirt and pulling out the part of his shirt that he still had.

"You know that nobody else is gonna do anything about it." Bill tried to get through to him.

"Eddie was nearly killed!" Richie was now yelling, pointing at Ben, "And look at this motherfucker; he's leaking hamburger helper!" He started to pace. "I'm just saying let's face facts: Georgie is dead. Stop trying to get us all killed, too!" 

"Georgie is not dead." They were face-to-face now.

"You couldn't save him, but you can still save yourself."

"No, t-t-take it back! You're scared, we all are, but take it back." He shoved Richie back, only to receive a shove back. He gripped his shirt and delivered a punch to the left side of Richie's face, knocking his thicc glasses off. (Y/n) held Bill back while Stan and Mike held Richie. 

"You're just a bunch of losers, and you'll get yourselves killed trying to catch the stupid clown!"

"Guys, stop!" The fighting stopped, and everyone's eyes went to Ben. "This is what it wants. It wants to divide us. We were all together when we hurt it. That's why we're still alive!"

"Yeah? Well, I plan to keep it that way." Richie ran off, pushing Bill while doing so. Stan started to leave as well.

"Sorry Bill," (Y/n) caught up to Stan and they rode their bikes back together.

Mike started to walk away as well, but Ben tried to stop him. "Mike-"

"Guys, I can't do this. My grandad was right. I'm an outsider; I should stay that way." He grabbed his bike and left, leaving Bill and Ben alone in the middle of the street to watch their friend group split apart.

Okay this chapter was really fun to write, I feel like I really need to develop (Y/n)'s character more, but I think that will be done in the next chapter. Get excited folks.