#oof squad

Stan:

Requested? Yes, by this lovely anon

May I request Stan The Man trying to muster up the courage to even talk to that beautiful silky long haired goth girl in his english class?

Stan x reader

age range: 15-16

warning: mother passing, Bowers gang, carving words into someone’s wrists (not cutting)

Stan sits straight up in his seat, writing down what was on the board in his notebook with neat handwriting before looking up to scan the class. Richie’s seat next to him was empty and Bill in front of him was still writing in his notebook, probably drawing in the margins of his notes. Stan glances next to him to Eddie to make sure no one was watching him so he could gaze at his long lasting crush on (y/n) (y/l/n) or ‘Emo Trash’ by Bowers that sat in front of Eddie.

Stan had liked the girl for two years now, finding himself admiring her long, shiny hair and her confidence to wear what she wanted without caring about what people said about her. She wore band shirts and black chokers every day since middle school and Stan couldn’t keep his eyes off of her when she called Bowers a ‘lazy scum of the earth piece of shit’ last year. It made Henry and his goons carve words into her wrists. No one knew what the words were but they knew the Bowers gang were very proud the next day they came in. (Y/n) hasn’t worn short sleeves since that day, which Stan was angry about for a good long week but he got over it when he saw (y/n) smile with another friend of hers.

Stan had been trying to build up courage to talk to the Emo girl in 4th period since he last talked to her; when he started to grow feelings. The last time they talked she had complimented his hair and said something about bird watching with her mom before she passed when he was upset with something Greta Bowie had said.

April 1990

Stan hurried into his seat and opened his notebook to ramble about how he hated his hair and about how Greta was right about his ‘ugly, frizzy, hair that no one would really date him if he didn’t do something about it’. Like she could say anything, her hair was just as wavy and frizzy as his. He takes a deep breath and starts to play with his hands.

“Hey,” Stan jumps and snaps his head to the side to see (y/n), a girl he was used to seeing in his classes. “I like your hair, it’s suits you. Reminds me of my brother’s. He says he’s got girls clinging to him out in California, his curly hair and all,” (y/n) comments, trying to make Stan feel better, it does make him feel a bit better but he’s still bummed.

“In California?” Stan questions hesitantly, (y/n) smiles and giggles. She was really cute, he wanted to reach out and touch her silky hair, but he knew it would be weird to ask and rude to do. He’s probably mess up her perfect style.

“He goes to UCLA, for arts. He’s a painter,” (y/n) explains, glancing at his notebook, which had little scribbles of birds on the page. “You bird watch?” She asks, intrigued by the straight faced boy. Stan glances down at his notebook before slamming it shut in fear of being teased for his hobby.

“I’m not trying to find something to tease you about, I just remember when my mother and I would sit out at the quarry and watch birds until dinner before she passed,” (y/n) comments softly, watching as Stan looks over to her slowly. She smiles encouragingly and turns back to the front of the class as the teacher yells for the class to pay attention.

Stan didn’t even notice that the bell had rung and he stares at (y/n) for a moment longer before turning forward and trying to calm his heart. He had never met anyone with more in common with him than her and he didn’t think he was going to forget her.

Stan jolts in his seat when he feels something poke his arm. He looks to the front of him to see Bill looking at him with concerned eyes. “You al-alright?” Bill asks quietly, Eddie glances over and leans closer to listen in.

“Yea, I-I’m fine,” Stan mutters back, shifting in his seat and glancing at (y/n) so see her watching his concerned eyes. She smiles softly at him and he gulps nervously before looking down at his notebook. (Y/n) frowns and faces forward, mindlessly drawing in her notebook. Stan sighs and looks up at Bill to see him raising an eyebrow at him. “I swear,” Stan reassures Bill and Eddie who was still listening in.

“Okay,” Bill mutters quietly before turning to the teacher who was rambling about the poetry course they had to do. Stan grips his pencil and taps his pencil three times on his desk, waiting a minute before tapping three times again and continuing this process as he thinks hard about when he could say to (y/n) after class, if he even had the courage and confidence to do so.

Stan slams his locker shut and stands with the rest of the losers club as Bev and Richie go on about how they almost got caught skipping class. Stan wasn’t paying attention and was rather watching (y/n) laugh with her friends about who knows what. She tugs on a strand of her hair and leans against the lockers, adjusting her choker with her other hand. To anyone it was casual, but to Stan, he thought she looked absolutely perfect.

Stan takes a large breath, thinking over what he has been planning to say for two years. He starts to walk over to (y/n), ignoring the exclamations of his friends. Her friends glance behind (y/n) to see Stan walking up to her. They smile and nod to Stan when (y/n) gives them a questioning look. She glances behind her and smiles before turning back and saying something to her friends.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” She says, they wave and give Stan a smile before laughing to themselves as they walk away from the two. “Hi,” (y/n) greets and suddenly everything Stan had planned went into a box and stored into the attic never to be opened again.

Stan opens his mouth and stammers out a jumble of worlds. “Would you, want to, m-maybe want to, go bird watching with me t-ta-tomorrow af-fter school?” Stan gets out and (y/n) smiles at the blushing boy.

“I’d love to, How about you pick me up at 4, we’ll get a milkshake at Oliver’s and then head to the quarry after?” She answers Stan, his breathing stalls and he nods frantically. (Y/n) grins, leaning up to press a kiss to Stan’s cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow, birdboy,” She mumbles before leaving him flustered in shock in the middle of the hallway.

“Holy shit! Stan The Man has a date!” Richie yells as he slaps Stan’s shoulders with a dopey grin. Stan rolls his eyes and pushes Richie off of him. Bev smiles as she comes up and wraps and arm around his shoulders as she leads the boy out of the school.

“At least one of us will actually have a girlfriend,” Eddie comments from behind the still stunned Stan. Richie scoffs and shoves the smaller boy’s head in retaliation.

“Speak for yourself, Eds. Your boy Richie has had girlfriends before,” Richie says proudly, using Eddie’s head as an armrest.

ok so

one day, a new bot called Mee6 joined a special discord server named the Oof Squad

he looked like this

see? he's so happy and cute right?

he was an amazing addition and alot of people loved him so much!

he did amazing things like give us levels for talking and interracting within the chat (yay)

we also got ranks!!!

his message also got upgraded and included a 'whIP' which is supet funny and totally relatable and everyone loves it

he also generated a funny and cool 'welcome message' for new members when they joined

AND he is also a super cool fun 'urban' dictionary! for example, here he describes the word 'peng'

see without that you would never have know the word peng and its meaning!!

anyway

some snakes meanies in the oof squad

( @edgytozier @strang-ersclub ) have decided they want to REMOVE KICK BAN our wonderful friend Mee6

THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!! HE IS AMAZING AND USEFUL AND FUN!!

there is a war brewing... we need the Mee6 supporters, and we need them now

heres a poster to help you make your mind up on the situation

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 2077

Warnings: Swearing, Possible Out-of-Character-ness, Character Death

A/N: Ya’ll, I don’t write very much because I don’t have the time, but I had a creative narrative assignment in English, and though the plot is completely mine, I imagined all the people as the characters from It (2017), so since it’s about a love story, it’s technically a Reddie fic. It’s very sad. I’ll warn you right now. Enjoy xxx.

I opened my eyes to Eddie’s bedroom. He was just getting up, his alarm notifying him that he had 30 minutes before he had to be at school. I sat in the corner, watching him. “Morning Eds.” He didn’t respond. Typical.

Watching Eddie approach his dresser to change, I turned around, facing the wall. He hated people watching him change, even me. My eyes were drawn to a polaroid picture of him and I, pinned to his bulletin board. It was captioned, “Richie and Eddie” in his handwriting, with a small heart. I smiled to myself. That was our six month anniversary. Glancing to the left, I read the calendar. Today; May 14th, 1994.

After what had seemed like five minutes, I turned back around and noticed Eddie’s absence. Worried that he’d left without me, I frantically ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front of the house. Eddie was starting his car. Hopping in shotgun, I turned to him. “Why didn’t you wait for me dumbass?” He checked the rearview mirror and began to back out of the driveway, ignoring my presence. Typical.

I couldn’t help but grin as I sat, listening to Eddie sing along with the radio on the way to Derry High School. He always did that, and I usually joined in. I wasn’t feeling up to it today, so I just listened as my boyfriend serenaded me.

Giving him a once-over, I noted Eddie’s outfit. An orange striped t-shirt and baggy jeans. He wore that shirt a lot, I assumed that it was his favorite. He was wearing my black converse. I used to wear those everyday. Today I wore black jeans and a tie-dyed hoodie. I’d been wearing this hoodie for about two months.

After the ending fade of a Beatles song, one of which I could not name for the life of me, a different song came on. I turned to him as the smile left his face. It was our song. A memory came to me, the first time him and I’d met. My friends Bill and Stan had convinced me to come to a dumb party being held by a girl Bill liked. This was about a year ago. When this song started playing, I’d just bumped into Eddie, spilling my beer all over his white shirt.

As I could hear echoes of his frantic apologies, the first time I heard his voice, Eddie’s hand shot to the controls, turning off the music and snapping me out of my reminiscent state. I turned to him, hurt. “Why’d you turn it off?” Eddie swallowed and pulled up to the school, disregarding my question. Typical.

The car came to a stop in its usual parking spot, and Eddie and I both got out, slamming the doors shut in unison. Standing in front of the school were Bill, Stan, and our other closest friends, Ben and Mike. They always waited for us.

“H-hey Eddie,” Bill greeted my boyfriend, not sparing me a glance. I was used to this by now. After exchanging hello’s with each other, we walked up the steps and into the building. “How’re y-you holding up b-bud?”

“I’m fine Bill. It’s been two months.” Eddie doesn’t make eye contact as the three of us separate from the rest of the group, our classes being in the west wing of the school.

“Exactly. T-today marks two m-months. T-that’s why I asked,” Bill stopped at his locker, fiddling with the lock as Eddie leaned on the one next to it. I stood between them, but Eddie paid me no attention as he continued to talk to Bill.

“Dude, I’m one hundred twenty percent okay.”

“That’s not possible, babe,” I said in his direction. He kept his gaze on Bill, like he didn’t even hear what I said. Typical.

“If you s-say so,” Our stuttering friend shut his locker, books in hand, and walked across the hall and into his first period class, leaving Eddie and I alone to walk down the hallway. We didn’t speak. There was no point in trying. I knew he wouldn’t talk to me.

I rested my head on my hand and watched Eddie in the desk next to mine, frustratedly trying to focus on what our English teacher was saying. The girl behind us, Beverly, was whispering rather loudly to her neighbor, and Eddie, though annoyed, couldn’t bring himself to ask her to stop. I wanted to, but I knew Beverly wouldn’t listen to me.

Eddie looked at the clock, and gave up on trying to understand the lesson with less than five minutes of class left. He turned his gaze to me, moreso where I sat, and sighed, his upset face revealing that he wanted to talk to me, or at least, that’s what I hoped he was thinking.

I remembered the day I asked Eddie out. We were sitting in these very seats during detention, one of the last days of the school year. Eddie was there because he refused to use the textbook for studying before finals, worried about the “disgusting amount of germs that could be on a book that’s been used by so many”. I was there because I swore at the teacher for yelling at Eddie. We passed notes back and forth, our little loophole in the ‘No Talking’ rule.

I took myself back to that day, and I could remember the words on the piece of notebook paper that I pictured in front of me.

hey Eddie Spageti

Never call me that, and Richie, you spelled spaghetti wrong.You’re 17, learn to spell.

would you be willing to join me at the movies friday night. batman returns is supposed to be good

Like, just the two of us? Just hanging out?

i was thinking more like a date

Are you serious?

yea why wouldnt i be

I didn’t know you were interested in a more-than-friendship with me, Rich.

wat can i say Eds? The fanny pack really got me

Shut up.

i’ll take that as a yes. see you friday at 7

Eddie stopped wearing fanny packs after he got out of middle school, but after seeing pictures, I couldn’t resist teasing him about it. I was again pulled out of my flashback-esque state, this time by the schoolbell. Thus marked the end of this period, and the beginning of the five minutes Eddie and I had to get to the cafeteria and find a table to fit all of our friends.

We got up from our seats, hoisting our bags onto our shoulders and leaving the classroom. After a small silent walk down a couple hallways, we crossed the threshold of lunchroom. I immediately found our small friend group at a table near the back, and pointed over to them. Eddie didn’t notice, and took thirty more seconds to find them on his own. Typical.

We made our way over. Bill, Mike, Stan, and Ben all sat at the table, with an open seat between Mike and Bill for Eddie. I huffed. They never got me a seat, forcing me to stand against the table during lunch.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben looked up from his notebook at my boyfriend from across the circular table, “How do you feel?”

“…Fine? Why?” Eddie seemed less puzzled and more annoyed as the five of us turned to him expectantly.  “Why does everyone seem so concerned about ‘how I feel’?” He held up air quotes.

“Well, today is–”

“M-Mike, guys, just d-drop it.” Bill stopped any more questions from coming Eddie’s way, and the table went silent. All the guys made small talk for the rest of lunch, except Eddie and I. He sat there quietly, seemingly deep in thought. I stood behind him and put my hand on his shoulder, rubbing my thumb against his neck. He didn’t react. Typical.

“How was school Edward?” Eddie’s mom was sat in her recliner when he and I walked through the door. She ignored my presence, like Eddie, who replied.

“It was fine, Mommy.” I smirked. Eddie was 17 and still called his mother ‘Mommy’. It was endearing.

“Are you doing okay? How’s today been?”

Eddie groaned and ascended up the stairs, slamming the door shut when he reached his room. He obviously didn’t want to talk about today with anyone. I followed him, entering the room without noise. “Eds, they’re just trying to talk to you.”

For the first time, it looked like Eddie was acknowledging what I’d said to him. He laid on his bed with a huff, looking at the ceiling. “Why can’t people understand that I don’t want to talk about today. Today is like any other day. Wake up, get ready, go to school, talk to Bill, talk to–” Eddie stopped abruptly. He looked past me to the picture of us on his wall. He closed his eyes, sighing.

I laid next to him on the bed, wrapping my arm around his waist as he turned to his side. He made no movement in response. This was typical.

My love and I slowly fell asleep, my breathing in time with his.

Eddie shot up rapidly, causing my arm to fly off him. He was breathing heavily, and there were tears in his eyes. I looked at the clock from where I laid next to him. 10:34pm. Eddie’s mom didn’t call us down for dinner. I sat up and rubbed Eddie’s back. After his breathing seemed to slow, I got up, checking if any of the lights in the house were on.

It was as dark as the neighborhood outside his bedroom window, save a few street lights. I sat back down, and Eddie got up. He ran over to the door, grabbing his coat as he swung it open. I left the bed again, following him without question.

Eddie slipped my converse on and sped out the front of the house, and of course, I had to follow. “Where are we going Eds? Eds?” I called out. He continued to run down the drive, and turned down the sidewalk. He ignored my shouts. Typical.

As it started to sprinkle, I was given the choice of letting him go, or chasing after him.

I took off down the drive, hoping I could catch up.

The rain took me back to that day. Eddie and I were walking back from the movies, about two months ago. It was dark, and we were soaked through our sweatshirts and jeans. I walked easily with my arm around him, seeing as I towered over him at 5’10 while he stood at a 5’6. We laughed together as the rain hit our faces, covering my glasses with water droplets.

I couldn’t see. That was my only excuse.

We were crossing the street, trying to get to the diner that we’d eaten at so many times before. We’d crossed this street so many times before.

My glasses were covered in water droplets. I couldn’t see it.

The sound of a metal gate being swung open broke me from my thoughts, and I saw where Eddie had taken us. Derry Cemetery.

We both passed through the entryway, and slowed our running to an exhausted walk. “Eddie, why are we here?” He said nothing as he approached the left end. As typical as this was, I realized where he was going.

I trailed behind the boy I loved as he approached the headstone that marked two months ago today.

Eddie collapsed to his knees in front of the stone, wailing in pain. He let out a sob, and tears streamed down his face as he ran his fingers over the letters.

Richard “Richie” Tozier

Beloved Son, Friend, Lover

October 27th, 1976 - March 14th, 1994

His fingers lingered over the word ‘Lover’. “Why did you leave me Richie?” Eddie screamed at the grave below him. “Why couldn’t you have just looked where you were fucking going?”

Saltier droplets ran down my face now, mixing with the rain. “My glasses were covered in water droplets! I couldn’t see the car!” I yelled back. Eddie continued to sob on the soggy ground of the cemetery. All I could do was watch, and feel the pain radiate from his body.

“Why’d you have to leave?” Eddie’s voice was barely audible over the sound of the now pouring rain.

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