Pairing: (Stan x Reader)
Movie: It (2017)
Warnings: Swearing. Slight loneliness.
Maybe it was the way he blushed when he was around you, or the way his eyes glistened like diamonds when he stared at you. Whatever it was that revealed Stan’s mad love for you, even when he said he had no feelings, Richie caught on very quickly.
On a hot summer day in the peculiar town of Derry, the Losers club relaxed at the quarry. They all sat around, listening to cool music and eating snacks, and talking about life while cracking meaningless jokes.
Everything seemed perfect for everyone else, but today was not a decent day for you. You agreed to hang out with your fairly new friends today, but ever since you arrived, you wanted to be alone. Your presence seemed to make everything awkward with the other Losers. They whispered to each other and silenced themselves whenever you would approach. All of them did, except for Stan. He made you feel welcomed and wanted, which is the only reason you came to the quarry. But instead of hanging out with everyone else up on the rocks, you stayed low in the water, floating and letting off steam.
“Bev, if you could spend the day with Gretta or Henry, who would you pick?” Eddie asked, smirking at Beverly.
“Ew!” Beverly exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
Richie laughed and said, “Come on,” amusingly. He rolled his eyes, and to his curiosity, he caught sight of something.
“What’s this?” Richie swiftly reached down into Stan’s bag, and grabbed a folded piece of paper.
Stan looked up, heat rushing to his face.
“Nothing- give it back!” He reached for the paper.
Richie held his arms outward, and quickly unfolded it. Even while fighting Stan off, he speed-read the entire thing.
“Oh my god!” He laughed. “Guys listen to this,” Richie started.
“Richie you better not!” Stan struggled to snatch his paper back, but failed miserably.
“When she opens her bright eyes, the stars twinkle.
Her smile is happiness that she gracefully sprinkles.
One day, I hope I can call her mine,
because I think about her all of the time.
I have a feeling that I can’t comprehend,
In my deepest thoughts, Y/N’s more than just a friend.”
Minutes passed without one sound. Everyone looked at Stan, who hung his head low with
“You like Y/N,” Ben stated.
“No, he loves her!” Mike laughed happily.
They looked down the cliff at you, swimming by yourself.
“I bet you’d never tell her,” Richie teased. He placed the poem back into Stan’s bag.
“I don’t know,” Stan mumbled. He looked up at Richie, furrowing his eyebrows together.
“Scared of getting rejected?” Richie laughed,
“I bet her ‘bright eyes’ won’t seem so bright anymore!”
Stan chewed on his bottom lip. Before he could change his mind, he decided to prove Richie wrong. He looked down into the water, and flickered his eyes to you. Taking a big breath, he leaped off of the cliff.
His friends gathered at the edge, sharing expressions of confusion with each other.
The splash startled you. You looked around for the source, and saw Stan swimming towards you. A few moments later, he was right in front of you, staring deeply into your eyes.
Softly, he touched your wet face with both hands on your cheeks. His nose brushed yours as he leaned in. He embraced you in a warm kiss. His lips made you feel love that was absence in your life. The kiss glued your broken pieces back together, and created new pieces that were missing all along.
All too soon, Stan pulled away, gasping for air. He turned around and looked up at his friends.
“They’re still bright!” He shouted.
The Losers laughed, all except Richie.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Richie smirked.