IT Oneshots

Sucking Faces (Stanley Uris)

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

Summary: You don't know why Stanley has been ignoring you so you decide to get some help from Richie to confront him.

Word Count: 1400+

A/N: This is the very first thing I have ever wrote for the IT fandom so I hope you guys like it!

Stanley has been your best friend for a long time, especially after the encounter that you had with IT. Something about being in a place where your lives were dangling by a thread brought you closer together.

You've known Stanley since you were children, playing hide and go seek in the woods and attempting to join the other kids who played freeze tag. Even though you've known him for years, he's been distancing himself lately.

You don't mind if he needs some time alone, you've gone through that whole faze before, but it's been making you anxious. The more you think about it, the more you want to throw yourself out the window.

Am I not entertaining enough? Am I annoying to him?

You groan, turning over on your side with your hands covering your face. You knew the only reason for those thoughts is one thing: You're falling hard. You knew you were crushing on Stan ever since he yelled at Richie for calling you a dumb bitch back in fourth grade. Something about the way he stood up for you made your cheeks flush and heart race. Since then, things have only gotten worse. You avoid making eye contact with him as much as you possibly can because otherwise, you'd be a breathing tomato, which is not a pretty look.

"Well maybe it's me that's avoiding him," You whispered, pulling yourself to sit up on your bed. Looking to your left, you sighed. Richie was already 15 minutes late, as usual. You invited him over to your house to talk about Stan because he's the only one out of the Losers that knows Stanley the most. Well, besides you.

You jumped when my bedroom door swung open, revealing thick-rimmed glasses and a mop of dark hair. "Sup hot stuff!"

Your shoulders immediately relaxed, your eyes rolling at Richie's boisterousness. "How'd you get in here?"

"Your mom let me in," Richie replied, making himself comfortable at the end of your bed.

Richie had been to your plenty of times before, from sneaking into your room to play with your new lego set to having a whole sleepover with the Losers club. To be honest, your parents really didn't mind the guys at all, they trusted them around the house and around you. Mostly because at their young age girls still had "cooties". They're less lenient now about sleepovers and such, but they could come over whenever they wanted as long as there was some sort of parent in the house.

"So, why did you call me here?"

You stalled for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not to straight up tell him the truth or dance around it. You didn't exactly want to tell Richie the truth because you knew he would have a shit-eating grin on his face, teasing you about your little crush that's not so little anymore.