Math class~~~ Stan Uris x reader //COMPLETE//

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"I can't believe you. It can do anything down here," he said, his voice cracking.

I turned to the Woman, and found It staring at us.

It started manifesting in tons of different forms around us. A werewolf, Henry Bowers, the leper, a man I assumed to be Beverly's dad, Georgie, Betty Ripsom, Pennywise, and the corpse of every human in the room. The notable absence was white-eyed, hateful Stan.

The ghosts of hundreds, or maybe thousands, of people and animals, were behind the main fears.

"I'm not afraid of you," Beverly said, exposing the blade of the knife she carried. "You're powerless unless we give in."

I looked at her, then at Stan, then the others. She was right.

"I'm not afraid of you," I said, stepping forward to draw even with Beverly.

Pennywise looked at me with blue eyes. "You're lying, even if she isn't."

"I don't have to believe it. I can act upon something I don't believe," I said, then stepped closer. "And I know that even if I die trying, I did something,' I whispered, and sunk my knife into Pennywise's throat. I pulled the knife through, slitting its throat completely. Mike ran the short distance to where I was, shooting Pennywise in the head, and that form crumbled. I turned to the Woman, slashing Its leg, and arterial blood fountained out in a dark spray. I snarled as I spun again to find the werewolf on top of Stan. In the corner of my vision, I could see Bill run off to chase Georgie as Richie fought Eddie's leper and Eddie choked, using his inhaler repeatedly and looking at the bodies. Beverly was facing her dad and I lost what happened next as I blacked out in rage, tearing the werewolf off of Stan and cutting across its stomach, spilling its guts everywhere. Collapsing to my knees, I brushed his hair out of his face softly, and nothing other than us existed in that moment.

"Believe me now?" I whispered.

He didn't reply as his eyes started to glaze over until they were pearly white. I screamed in rage, but when I tried, I couldn't hurt him. I just couldn't. I stood, returning to the fray and destroying Betty Ripsom, then facing Bowers. I shuddered, crying even as I came closer to him and stabbed him below his ribs, ripping the knife through his flesh, then breaking his ribs with a swift strike with my palm, then burying my knife in his eye, but he wouldn't die.

Everything else vanished, and it was just Bowers. I could sense the eyes of the other Losers on me as I shuddered, shrinking into myself, and he grabbed me. I froze as the Losers attempted to make a move and Bowers put his switchblade against my neck.

"I'll kill you all if you don't freeze right now," he snarled, "Or you can leave her and her boy to me and save yourselves."

I whimpered when he mentioned Stan, trying to look at him. His eyes were no longer white-glazed, and he lie there, breathing shallowly, and in that moment, I was struck with an epiphany, which renewed my will to survive and keep him alive. The boy I loved might be dying. I felt the knife still in my hand, and I brought it up, cutting both his hands. It hissed and withdrew briefly, allowing me to escape and cut more, slicing his wrists and arms, and the blood pooled around me as the other Losers closed in, and Bev and I took Bowers by his arms, dragging him towards a place that looked like the well had, sort of, and dropped him in. He held on by his fingertips, and I was struck with the dramatic cliché as It got a fearful look. The silent tears, of mixed rage, fear and pain, still ran freely down my face, and I got close to it as I whispered the final words it would hear.

"Don't touch them," I said, and I meant everybody in the world, not Stan or the Losers. "I always fight back, and I always win, because I have allies and you don't. Do yourself a favor and stay dead." I ran the knife over its fingers, making its grip slip as the face of Henry Bowers grimaced in pain. I pressed down on those fingers with my palms, making him scream and spasm, then let go and It dropped back to where It comes from every twenty-seven years. I turned and went back to Stan, pulling him into my chest. I stroked his hair and held him, sobbing.

Bev touched my shoulder. "Y/n, It's gone. It's dead."

I nodded weakly, shuddering as I let the emotion take over my mind and body. She put her arm around my shoulders protectively as I cried.

"He could've been too," I said, still stroking his hair. Stan was unconscious, but alive. So blissfully alive.

"I know," Beverly said simply, and let me release the pent-up emotion from the fight.

I forcefully pulled myself together after a couple of minutes, then kissed Stan to wake him up. He blinked, then shook with silent sobs as tears ran down his own face. The rest of the Losers crowded around, and we all sat in a clump of tangled limbs and tears, with Stan and I at the center. Together, somehow it felt right. We were the Losers. I was one of them now.

Richie stood up first, taking Eddie's hand and pulling him up, and Eddie did the same for Bill, and Bill for Beverly, then Beverly pulled Mike up, then Mike helped Ben. Ben offered his hand to me and I took it, then pulled Stan up after me. Stan took Richie's hand and we stood in a circle, filthy, wet and tear-stained, covered Its and each other's blood.

"You know you have real friends," I said, trying to lighten the mood, "When you can look like shit around them and they don't judge you."

Stan snorted. "You never look like shit, y/n."

Richie looked like he was going to say something, but Eddie kicked his ankle to get him to shut up.

"Neither do you, love."

"Y/N AND STANLEY SITTING IN A TREE," Richie sang loudly.

"Beep beep, Richie," I said, but with no real conviction.

It was dead, and we were alive. That was good enough for me.

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That was really long, I know, but I had to do it in one piece. I really hope you liked it (and that I didn't bore you)! It isn't over yet: there's gonna be at least one other chapter and an epilogue. In the book, Richie is afraid of werewolves, so that wasn't just something I made up. Also just wanna make it clear: if you caught the Reddie tidbit, I totally ship REDDIE but NOT Fack. :p. Would you guys read a Reddie story? Because after watching the '90s version of It, I totally ship Reddie (something unrelated to any actual relationship happened and I realized that . . . idk I just ship it haha). But yeah, not finished yet, but coming to a close. I really hope you guys liked it. Tysm for all the support and holy shit 1.2 K?! It's actually unbelievable. <3 <3 But yeah comment about Reddie! Also, maybe a Beverly X reader? Tell me what you want, I might just do it! I'm hopefully going to have more time because I'm back in full-time homeschool and it's to the point and fast (with a better education) so maybe more updates? Anyways love you guys <3 <3