#stanley uris x gn!reader

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

stanley uris as a husband

"I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden"

Stanley Uris x GN! reader

I know this fandom is practically dead, but I just really love these characters and the fandom, so for those few of you still out there, hey! feel free to send any requests my way, I might add a masterlist+who I write for. thanks!

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he would do anything for you. you’re cold? here’s a blanket and tea. you’re sad? here’s a hug and forehead kisses. 

he would rant to you about birds, and you’d smile and nod along, not really knowing what’s exciting about birds (unless you really like birds), but loving the excitement on his face

occasionally will go bird watching, either following a hike/and or walk 

you’d buy a house together and renovate it yourselves

he would paint the living room a green-ish color. like a neutral green

either assisting him with puzzles, or reading a book beside him on the couch while he works on one

when you get married, the losers club is there, making fun of stanley since he managed to get married

him glaring at them and telling you to ignore richie’s jokes, only to be surprised when you start making jokes with richie

you and richie get along really well and are actually besties- which irritates stanley but he knows he can trust richie

when you’re in bed trying to sleep you’ll start asking random questions, to which he will put up with and answer as his eyes are closed

“do fish know about land?”

“probably, baby-love”

speaking of which, EXCESSIVE use of baby-love

he’s the type of husband to be best friends with your mother. prove me wrong

he has ocd (that’s canon, right?)

forehead kisses, kisses on the cheek, or the neck, most of the time anywhere but your lips

of course he’d still kiss your lips all the time, but for a quick solution he’ll resort to those quick pecks

he lets you try on his glasses, even if he thinks it’s childish 

he’ll listen to you about your rants, whether it’s something your family said, gossip going around in the neighborhood, or your favorite book series, he’s engaged and listening the entire time

he would tear up while proposing

would 100% propose in a meaningful spot to you two, like the place where you had your first date, etc

the healthiest relationship ever

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[greenandsorrow]

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Author's note; I used to have strange dreams as a kid. This story is heavily inspired by a series of dreams I had during my tween years.

Did you ever dream not of a scenario recurring, but continuing?

!!!!! The reader is a teenager. The relationships described in the fic are strictly platonic. My poor attempt at writing a threatening and scary environment is the only warning. And Pennywise is a warning himself I guess. This is a very weird, inner child, comfort thing for me... I apologise.

Dividers; @saradika-graphics - @cafekitsune

Derry is a strange place. The fog settles low in the mornings, making the town look ghostly, almost unreal. The playgrounds are empty and quiet, swings moving slowly without any breeze. On foggy days, the whole town feels like a memory, faded and worn at the edges.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2 (SOON)

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[arriansarchive]

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Request in the ask box

I am allowed to not answer (shouldn't have to be said but it is)

Do not request the same thing twice

I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful

Just Notes

Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that

Reader Rules (non-smut)

I will preferably do male reader

I might do gn reader

I won't do female reader so don't ask

I will accept reader being a characters sibling

Character Rules (non-smut)

I will do romantic female characters

I will do romantic male characters

Reader Rules (smut)

I will do dom!top!reader

I will do sub!top!reader

I will not do sub!bottom!reader

Kink Rules (obviously smut)

I will do degradation

I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)

I will not do pet names of any kind

I might do other kinks if you specify

Character Rules (smut)

I would preferably do m/m

I will try to do gn/m

I will not do gn/f

I will do m/f

Fandoms I Will Do

Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O'Hara

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

(depends) Draco Malfoy

Nymphadora Tonks

Harry/Ron

Hermione/Harry

Hermione/Ron

Neville/Harry

Neville/Luna

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Possibly others if you mention them

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Mary Cooper

IT Chapter 1/2

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrack

Bill Debsbrough

Stanley Uris

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Eddie/Richie (movie/book)

Ben/Bill (book)

Bill/Stan (movie/book)

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers (male reader only)

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Eleven

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jason Carver

Eddie Munson

El/Mike

Max/Lucas

Will/Mike

Nancy/Jonathan

Dustin/Lucas

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Caul Bentham

Jacob Portman

Emma Bloom

Fiona Frauenfeld

Hugh Apiston

Noor Pradesh

Millard Nullings

Enorace

Jillard

Joor

Jemma

Nuwho

Eleventh doctor

Twelfth doctor

Clara Oswald

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River song

12/Clara

Fear Street

Kate Schmidt

Simon Kalivoda

Josh Johnson

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Sal/Travis

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)

Tao Xu

Harry Greene

Elle Argent

James McEwan (x m!reader only)

Imogen Heanley

Nick/Charlie

Elle/Tao

The Fosters

Mariana Foster

Jesus Foster

Callie Adams-Foster

Jude Adams-Foster (x m!reader only)

Brandon Foster

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Ari/Dante

Darius the Great Deserves Better

Darius/Chip

The 13th Reality

Atticus "Tick" Higginbottom

Sofia Pacini

Paul (insert last name here since I forgot)

Tick/Sofia

Tick/Paul

Sofia/Paul

[woodandwaxwings]

Bandages (Stanley Uris x gn reader)

summary: After Stanley nearly gets his face eaten off R takes it upon themselves to bandage him up while Eddie is freaking out about getting puked on. This can be platonic or romanic it's up to you.

It was all a blur in Y/n's mind. They almost couldn't believe what they had just helped do. Though they'd have time to ponder what just went down later because Stanley had gotten hurt and Eddie wasn't going to be much help with his broken arm –that and the fact he was currently hyperventilating due to being puked on– so Y/n had took it upon themselves to wrap Stan up.

"Thank you," Y/n's eyes moved from the cotton pad in their hand to the curly haired boys face. "For what?" Y/n asked as they moved the hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton pad over Stanley's flesh wounds. With how close their hand was Y/n could feel the heat radiating from the brunette's skin, having to stop themselves form smiling as they watched a pink tint rise on the boys cheeks. "For going after me." Y/n's eyes drifted from the now blood soaked cotton to his chestnut eyes. "You were the first one to notice I was gone. You saved my life."

Y/n could no longer hold back the smile that pulled at their lips. "I did what a good friend would do, now stop moving so I can wrap this up." Y/n tapped his cheek near one of the teeth marks, letting out a small 'sorry' as the boy in front of them winced. Reaching into Eddie's now discarded pack Y/n pulled out the white gauss and carefully wrapped up the wounds on Stanley's face as to not bring him any unnecessary pain. Y/n tied off the gauss when they were finished, hiding the knot under the pale boy's curls.

Y/n pulled their hands into their lap, "All done." As Stanley stood he held out his hand, "We better go catch up with the others. Wouldn't want to give Richie anymore ammo for his stupid jokes." Taking his hand Y/n pulled themselves up from the grass and the two walked together, rejoining the rest of the losers hands joined together.

[good-doctor-imagine]

BANG! (Stanley Uris)

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

Summary: Meeting your soulmate is something that you've dreamed of for a while. Who would have thought it would happen like this?

Word Count: 0.9k

You couldn't help but wonder what your soulmate would be like once you met them. Would they be chivalrous or frivolous? Would they be talkative or reserved? Where would you two end up meeting?

Sighing, your head came down to lay gently on the table, turned so you could gaze at the small timer on your forearm. 'Only time can tell, I guess.'

"Hey (Y/n), you okay?"

You instantly perked up at the sudden presence of your friend Beverly.

"Oh, Bev! Yes, I'm fine. I was just..." You paused for a moment. You didn't really want to mention your nerves about meeting your soulmate. It was a bit embarrassing, you should be looking forward to it, not shying away from it. "...thinking about something."

Despite your lack of detail, Beverly seemed to understand what you were getting at. She had been your friend for several years and she knew you practically as well as you knew yourself.

"What is it? Are you afraid they won't like you or something? We've already had this conversa–"

"No, no," You waved your hands in front of her, completely dismissing her idea. Some people did really struggle with that, believing that their destined wouldn't like them for some awful reason. You wouldn't lie and say you never had those thoughts but they weren't as relevant anymore. You didn't struggle with that anymore. In your mind, if you were destined, then you were destined, and if your soulmate didn't accept it then it's something they would have to figure out.

You softly skimmed your fingers over the ticking number, the hairs on your arm sticking up slightly from your cold fingers. "I don't have much time. I'm just thinking about them. Who they are, what they look like, what they want to become..."

Beverly smiled at your expression. It was like you were already in love but you didn't even know who they were yet. She knew that your soulmate is a lucky person and whoever it is would get a stern talking from her if they ever hurt you.

"How long?" Beverly questioned, leaning in to look at your arm.

00:19:23:48

"Oh! That means you're meeting them tomorrow morning!"

"Hey quiet in the back! This time is supposed to be used for studying." Your teacher's voice scolded from the front of the classroom.

Beverly ducked her head, a mischievous smile growing on her flushed face. You chuckled at her, grabbing back onto your pencil before turning your attention to your chemistry worksheet.

Even with your pencil in your hand, it was hard to focus on your worksheet with the timer ticking on your forearm.

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"Bye, mom!" You yelled into the house as you left, trying not to stumble down the front porch stairs. Your legs were practically shaking at this point and your fingers felt like they were vibrating from the nerves that coursed through you. You knew you didn't have long left but you didn't know exactly how long because you decided to wear a jacket to combat the heavy rain that fell from the sky.

It was a bit thrilling not being able to see the exact time. You knew that when you saw them it would be obvious anyway. Most people say that it's obvious when you find your soulmate. It's like all time stops and you two are the only ones that exist... yeah, pretty cheesy.

Your eyes danced around the sidewalk as you sped walked to school. Not many people walked this way to school, so you doubt you would meet them on the way but–

And then it happened. As your eyes rose from the edge of the sidewalk, it was like all time stopped. Across the crosswalk, there was a boy, staring at you with the same wide eyes. You stood still, eyes unable to move away from him.

Apparently, luck must have not been on his side. He was so entranced by the view of his soulmate that he forgot to look at what was in front of him.

BANG!

You gasped, running across the empty crosswalk and to your soulmate who was covering his nose with his hands, his umbrella laying on the ground next to him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, crouching down and hovering your hands over him, not sure if you are allowed to touch him.

Your soulmate let out a laugh, the corners of his eyes scrunching up as he smiled. Immediately, the tension in your body disappeared and you started to laugh as well.

"That was so not cool of me," Your soulmate groaned after calming down, finally opening his eyes to look at you again. Time didn't stop this time but it didn't feel any less special.

"Really? I think it was, you tried to take on that stop sign just for me." You grinned at him playfully, picking up his umbrella and holding it over him. It was a bit futile since he was already wet but he appreciated your effort.

"Sorry I couldn't do better. The stop sign is pretty invincible."

You shook your head and helped him up, handing his umbrella back to him.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Stanley Uris." He greeted back, his face slightly red from embarrassment.

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"Wow, that was really how you met?" Richie questioned, leaning forward in the hammock. "That was so lame, Stan."

Stanley sunk down in his chair. Although it had been a few months, he still got embarrassed from how you two had met. You, of course, didn't care at all. You found it a bit endearing. Not everyone is perfect and seeing how Stanley responded in the situation made you fall further in love.

"Then why don't you tell us how you and Eddie met, Richie?" You inquired, leaning your head on your palm.

Richie's face bloomed red and he shot back into the hammock, burying his face in his comic book.

"That's what I thought."

[sweetrabbit]

i wont say im inlove

pairings: stanley uris x gn!reader

genre: fluff, mutual pinning if you squint

summary: he would never ever in a million years admit his feelings for someone ‘out of his league’, well not until the losers catches onto his not-so-subtle dreamy eyes

warning/s: suggestive comments

a/n: inspired by ‘I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)’ by Alan Menken and David Zippel! i love this song sm. also they’re aged up by a few years!

“thanks, stan” they smile brightly. stanley never liked when people who weren’t in the losers club called him by his nickname, but when y/n said it, it had a ring to it. he liked how each syllable rolled off their tongue, and it felt like he was talking to an angel.

“course” stan breathes out as they walk away gracefully with his part of that math project in their arm. watching them do the simplest thing always makes his heart flutter.

the losers catch onto stanley’s lovesick smile, but only richie is the one to speak up.

“stop eye-fucking them, stan”

the boy with curls snaps his head from his daydream towards his friend. “beep beep richie.” the signature eyeroll and attitude displays onto his features

“i-it’s rude to stare s-stan” bill teased his friend “we all know you’re i-inlove with them”

“we see the way you daydream about them, staring at them at the hallways.” bev starts to tease the bird boy more.

“panic when they wave at you..” eddie, surprisingly, joins in the taunting. “you also gave them your special mechanical pencil, and then said they can keep it.” ben pointed out.

“you’re observant.” stan rolls his hazel eyes “i was just being friendly, and you guys are just thinking too much into it.”

he tries so hard to keep up a tough act, but the losers see right through him.

“c’mon stan, you can’t lie, they are kinda…” richie pokes fun at the boy, trying to get him to admit his liking for their schoolmate by infuriating him. “you won’t even admit you don’t feel at least the tiniest tingle for them?”

“ugh, fine! i admit i’m just a little attracted to them.” he gives in knowing they won’t leave him alone till he does.

“i mean if you say so, but we all know it isn’t ‘little’” mike brings his fingers up, imitating quotation marks.

stanley huffs out an annoyed sigh, ‘so immature’

“as cliché as it sounds, i have romantic feelings for y/n, but never will i admit it to them no matter how much you pester me.” the moment he crosses his arms, he already knows that richie and bev has thought of thorough plans on how to get with y/n.

he really does appreciate his friends’ attempt to help him, but he wants to do it himself, it was his case after all. even if it takes months for him to have courage to finally confess, y/n will always be waiting for him.

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taglist: @i2abella

[a-constant-gay-panic]

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics 

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

HP

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy 

IT 

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss 

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins 

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 

Jenna Ortega 

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis 

Timothée Chalamet 

Finn Wolfhard 

Zendaya 

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Watercolors & Waterfalls || College!Stanley Uris x Reader

Day 4 of Fictober

Fandom: It (2017/2019)

Pairings: College!Stanley Uris x [gn]College!Reader

Requested: Hi! Could I get a college Stan x reader where she’s an art student and always doing silly stuff and like booping his nose with paint and he acts like “ugh quit it” but he’s actually so in love? Thank youuuuu!

A//n: Hiya, honey! Thanks so much for requesting, and such an adorable one too! I could picture it as soon as I read it and I'm glad to finally be getting to it. It's not as long as I wanted since I didn't have all day to work on it and get it published in time, so I hope to come back and expand later. But hopefully this will do for now. Hope you enjoy! **** UGH okay i SWEAR i got this done before midnight, its just the whole editing process took a lot longer than anticipated and my day today was pretty busy.

Fictober Day 4: "that didn't stop you before"

"I seen a rainbow yesterday, But too many storms have come and gone, Leavin' a trace of not one God-given ray,"

Stan looks up from his text book when he realizes he's reread the same paragraph for the fourth time. Stan looks up from his text book when he realizes he's reread the same paragraph for the fourth time.

You sat across from him at your desk preparing the last of your supplies, paint somehow already on your brow before your watercolor canvas as you bounce around in your seat to your radio.

"Is it because my life is ten shades of gray, I pray all ten fade away, Seldom praise Him for the sunny days,"

Stan watches completely perplexed as you spout the lyrics almost perfectly while you make slight adjustments to your work with the pencil behind you pulled from behind your ear. You were completely captivated by the music and the task before you, and completely unaware of his stare.

"And like his promise is true, Only my faith can undo, The many chances I blew to bring my life to anew," you began painting, your hand managing to stay steady as your body continued to bounce with the beat. "Clear blue and unconditional skies, Have dried the tears from my eyes, No more lonely cries,"

Oh, how Stanley wished he had his camcorder.

"My only bleedin hope is for the folk who can't cope, With such an endurin' pain that it keeps them in the pouring rain, Who's to blame for tootin' caine into your own vain? What a shame, you shoot and aim for someone else's brain, You claim the insane and name this day in time for fallin prey to crime I say this system got you victim to your own mind. Dreams are hopeless aspirations in hopes of coming true. Believe in yourself the rest is up to me and-"

"DON'T GO CHASING WATERFALLS!" You pull your head up to look at your boyfriend of four years with a grin before diving back in. "Come on Stan, I know you know it, -THE RIVERS AND THE LAKES THAT YOUR USED TO."

Stan sighs, not bothering to fight the eye roll that brings him back to his text book. Nor the tight-lipped smile that crept up on his face. All the while missing the playful grin you wear as you continue to belt the lyrics.

"I know you're gonna have your way or nothin' at all, But I think you're moving too fast,"

"And I thought we agreed to get some work done, today?" He asks, with a look of hidden playfulness.

You easily return his look with a cocked brow, your eyes pulling away from the small pool of blue water that swirled with your brush.

"I am getting my work done," you answer. "Aren't you?"

His textbook falls back flat on the desk as he looks at you from across the wooden table, perturbance written all over his face. But your smile only widened when you spotted the look in his eyes that never left when you were around. No matter how stressed Stanley got, how angry, his eyes always held a certain softness for you. You set your brush down, now leaning on both your folded arms as you met his gaze. He was much too tall for the dorm chair he sat in now, his skinny frame towered over the desk in a long hunch that all piled onto of the table across from you.

"You said I'd be able to study," he says.

You shrug. "So study,"

Another flat look. "Y/n, I love you but you're kind of making it impossible."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"You know exactly how,"

Your eyes fall away from his, your hands coming to lazily pick up your brush and fingers fiddling with the bristles. You can still feel his eyes drilling into yours, but you merely focus on wet beads of paint that spill onto your fingertips as you wear an exaggerated look of confusion.

"I don't know what your talking about," your innocent tone is laced with sarcasm.

Stan sighs. Don't be fooled, he adores every minute he spends with you which was why he was so eager to come to your dorm when you asked him to sit in for reference. Your current media study was watercolors, and to test your limits a bit, you had asked your loving boyfriend if he would be your reference model. He was your inspiration after all, and he adored your work. Anytime you did anything outside of school - which was a lot, mind you - Stan would make a HUGE deal about it and talk his way into keeping it. His dorm walls were completely filled with your artwork, he was no doubt your biggest fan. But today?

Well, today was another sit in day, probably one of the last ones so to speak. You had already had a few so that you could sketch him - he was NOT allowed to look, which frustrated him greatly - and he had quickly learned to bring something to do keep him busy. Unfortunately for Stanley, pressures had begun to rise in his classes as of late and Stanley was, to put it delicately, a rubber band ready to snap.

So here he was, sitting before you and your mini tabletop easel he wasn't allowed to peek at as you met his stern gaze with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Y/n, I mean it-"

You freeze as you stare at your boyfriend with your jaw hanging open in a smile. While playing with the bristles, several blue droplets of paint had gone airborne and landed all across his face. His eyes were screwed shut, lips pursed uncomfortably as blue streaks fell down his face, painting his skin.

Finally, when he's sure he was clear of paint getting in his eyes, he opened them to find you still frozen with the goofiest look on your face.

"...Whoops." you chuckle.

He just blinks at you, and before he can speak you slowly extent your brush and dot his nose with paint. "...Boop."

He shakes his head in disbelief, lips puckered as he tries fighting a smile; a battle he sorely looses. You match his grin, the undeniable love sick gaze in his eyes behind that playful anger he wore.

"You're gonna pay for that," he says finally.

You scoff. "Seriously? It was accident!"

You laughed again. "And then, yeah, the other was on purpose. But its cool though, cause you look adorable."

Without breaking his gaze, he dips his fingers in your glass jar of paint water, and flicks his hand your face making you recoil. Your playful fury surfaces, and you rise to your feet to tower over him.

"Are you challenging me, Uris?" You asked. "If so, don't expect me to play by the rules, cause I won't. I won't hold back,"

He rises to meet your eye level, eyes squinting, palms on the table and your noses inches apart.

"That didn't stop you before,"

You smirk, left hand going unnoticed as it wrapped around the mason jar of paint water that sat on the desk beside you.

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Haunted

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around"

Stanley Uris x GN!reader angst

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You put your car in park once you reached your destination. Your tragic destination. You grab the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat beside you. Sitting in your car for a few minutes, you eventually get out, the cool Autumn air hitting you. You shrugged his jacket on you further, stuffing your hands in the pockets. It doesn't smell like him anymore.

There were many other grieving families there, grieving husbands and wives like you, however, it was eerily quiet, no one dared to even mutter a word. You locked the car, walking through the main gates of the dreaded place.

You stared at the gravel path as you walked mindlessly, not needing to look up for directions as you've been to the location so many times. Clutching the fresh flower bouquet in your hands as your heeled boots make a click-clack sound against the pavement.

You took a right, then a left, until you were finally in the shaded area where he was. Your heart felt heavy, as it had for weeks. You took a shaky breath before looking up.

You sat down on the slightly damp grass, not caring if you got your clothing wet. You looked at the headstone in front of you. The headstone of your husband. Your now dead husband.

You set the flowers in your hand down next to the gravestone. "Stanley Uris, July 13 1976- September 5 2016". You looked at it briefly before looking down at the grass you were sitting on. The cold air blew through your hair that was up in a low ponytail, and you tugged on the jacket that was one your husband's further onto your body.

Pressing your lips together in a tight line, eyes watering as you looked up for a split second before letting out a breath, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the ground in front of you. Your gaze falls back down to the headstone. "Loving son and husband".

"Asshole."

One simple word. A word that held a lot of anger and was typically for people who you hate- but you didn't hate Stanley. You couldn't. He is was your husband. But despite still feeling the love you had for him, you couldn't help but feel angry. Not angry- livid. Livid at the world, at the entire town of Derry, at that fucking clown that terrorized him, at yourself for not going up to check on him sooner, at your husband for killing himself.

It wasn't fair. The entire situation wasn't- it wasn't fair that you were angry at him, or that you were now alone, desperately holding onto the small pieces of him that you had left. It wasn't fair how your home that once brought joy and comfort brings nothing but despair and pain. It wasn't fair that the stupid clown scared him so much and he felt like he had no other choice.

You felt empty, like everything had been stripped from you. It had been. You lost the one person you thought you'd never lose. Your best friend. Your husband. Your Stan.

"You left me. And I hate you for it. I hate you. I hate you for leaving me alone, I hate you for not thinking there was a better option. I hate that I still love you. I hate that I expect you to be there at the table every night after I come home from work, doing your stupid puzzles."

Tears streamed down your face as you spoke bitterly to the tomb. Using the sleeve of his jacket, you wiped away the tears, but they were only replaced with new ones. You hated it all. How your bed felt cold and empty. Or how you still expected him to be there. Memories of what once was haunted your house. They haunted your mind.

You glared at the headstone, as if expecting Stan to respond, to tell he was sorry, and he'd be coming home soon. But you knew that wouldn't happen. It was impossible. His body was in the ground, he'd been gone for three months. You couldn't bring him back; no one could.

You wanted your husband back. Your best friend. He was your everything, and now he was gone. You looked away from the dumb piece of stone that really didn't mean anything, yet meant so much to you.

If Stan had died in a car accident, or something else, maybe you'd be able to cope better. It would be hard- maybe as hard as it was now for you, but you couldn't help but feel that this storyline hurt more. It hurt so much, and the impact it left on you was huge.

That night would stick forever in your mind. How could it not? He was so obviously upset over the phone call- but you brushed it off. And you would blame yourself for that for eternity. You didn't think anything of him taking the bath until he wasn't answering and he'd been in there for half an hour. You felt sick when thinking of it. You had knocked on the door, asking if he was okay, but when there was no answer you went in.

Your husband laid dead in the bathtub, his wrists slit, the word "It" written in his own blood. You let out a scream and rushed over to him, pulling him out of the water and holding him in your arms as you cried and called 911. He was declared dead on the scene.

His lifeless face was burned into your mind. When you close your eyes. When you try to sleep. Everywhere you look- his lifeless face is there. That scene is there. His bloody wrists. How you tried to save him, knowing it was hopeless. The door to the now clean bathroom has been closed from the moment he was declared dead. You couldn't go in there. Hell, you could barely go in your bedroom where you two slept every night.

With tears rolling down your cheeks, you close your eyes and pressed a hand to the ground, grasping at the grass lightly where you knew his body was- six feet under, in a casket. You felt pathetic and broken, but you couldn't help it, you had lost your everything. You just wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay like he normally would've. However, the only thing you got was the cold wind hitting your back, no warm embrace from your now dead husband.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so, so sorry. I should've gone up sooner. I should've pressed you harder to talk about it. I shouldn't have let you go upstairs."

You blamed the world and that fucking clown, but mostly, you blamed yourself. Deep down you knew you shouldn't. Deep down you knew he wouldn't want you that.

"I love you. And I always will."

You whispered the words to the tombstone, knowing it was foolish to believe he could hear you, but if he did, if there was a chance he could hear what you were saying, then you wanted him to know that you loved him.

So you sat at the grave for three hours, as you did every weekend since the day he was buried. You didn't speak anymore, instead pressing your forehead against the headstone and closing your eyes, his jacket wrapped around your body. This was the closest you had to him now. And you would take whatever you could.

When the air grew colder and crisper, hours later, you got back into the car, sighing lightly and drove home in silence. Driving up to your house, you parked in the driveway as the feeling of heartache crept over you once more.

You walked into the house you once lived in with your beloved husband, memories of all the times you spent with him there still living rent-free in your mind. Sliding your shoes off, you crept up the stairs, avoiding the pictures on the wall on the way up of him smiling at the camera while holding you, or him as a kid. The bathroom door was still closed, and it would remain that way for possibly many more months, and you averted your eyes- even looking at the door made you sick to your stomach. You walked into the bedroom you once slept in peacefully with Stan, not bothering to take your jeans or his jacket off as you crawled into the bed and laid there underneath the comforter, closing your eyes, but not sleeping, as you did every weekend since he died.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can't help the hot tears that trail down your face as the feeling of hopelessness crept up on you, swallowing you whole like a black hole.

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[good-doctor-imagine]

Stanley Blurb: Spider

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

“Holy shit!” You screeched, bouncing away from the bathroom counter. You stumbled and tried to regain your balance, in turn, tripping over the toilet behind you. Once you caught yourself, you leaped to the door, flinging it open. 

“Stanley!” You screeched again, running out of the bathroom.

He looked up from your bed, eyes wide as he scanned over you. When he realized you weren’t injured, Stanley let out the breath he was holding and stood up from the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“I– there’s a s-spider,” You whined, not realizing how dumb it sounded until after it came out of your mouth.

“That’s why you’re so scared?” Stanley questioned, raising his eyebrows. He tilted his head as you tried to formulate a response that made sense.

“It’s a big spider Stan, you know I don’t like spiders,” You pouted, making a puppy face at him.

He sighed, trying his best to resist rolling his eyes at you. Stanley knew you weren’t the best with spiders but that doesn’t mean he can’t tease you a bit.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Get rid of it!” Your pitch rose as nerves kept rolling through your body. That monster was still in there and you didn’t want it to disappear by the time Stanley decided to get rid of it.

Your boyfriend finally nodded his head and went in the bathroom, eyes roaming until it stopped on a spider that now rested on the wall.

“Come on, Y/n, it’s not that big,” Stanley said teasingly, face leaning closer to the arachnid.

“What are you talking about! It’s huge!”

He laughed at you, shaking his head. “It’s barely the size of my pinky finger.”

You let out a whine, letting your shoulder drop in defeat. “Can you just get rid of it?”

Stanley rolled his eyes, patting your head as he walked around you and out the door.

“Wait– Where are you going?” You questioned immediately, eyes wide as you looked between the spider and your boyfriend.

“I’ll be back,” He assured you before walking out of sight.

While he was gone, your eyes did not leave the spider, watching closely as it crawled up the wall slowly. You stayed as far away as you could but close to the door in case you needed to make a run for it.

It wasn’t long before Stanley came back, a glass and paper in hand. You watched incredulously as he calmly trapped the spider in the glass and started walking away with it. Before he went out the door, he smiled cheekily at you. “You sure you don’t wanna kiss it goodbye?”

“Hell no! Just get it out, Stan!”

He laughed at you, his smile growing larger. “It’s probably more scared of you that you are of it.”

“That’s what they all say,” You joked, pointing your finger at him for emphasis.

As long as you and the spider can live separate lives, you’ll be happy.

[good-doctor-imagine]

A/N: so i got this idea from a prompt generator. i hope you like it!

It was close to the end of English class and Stanley still couldn’t tear his eyes from you. The entire class period he tried to focus on the teacher, taking a few notes about the book they were discussing but his eyes always seemed to land back on you. It’s like you were a magnet and it took a lot of force for him to focus on something else.

Stanley’s crush on you was not well hidden. Besides the obvious staring, he was easily flustered around you which contradicted his normally calm demeanor. He found himself thinking about you every time he was going to do something. Going to get a drink? I wonder if (Y/n) wants one. Going to the quarry? I wonder what bathing suit they’re going to wear. Thinking about (Y/n)? I wonder if they’re thinking about me. It didn’t matter if he wanted it or not, his mind was filled with you.

Richie covered his small smirk with his hand, knowing that the teacher was known to call him out for making faces. He couldn’t help it though. His friend was sitting next to him making googly eyes at their crush like they were the only beautiful person that existed in the world. Richie should have been used to it by now but something about seeing his normally studious friend fumble with taking notes because he was distracted by you made him want to laugh his head off.

Richie inched closer to Stanley, leaning forward on the desk to try and make himself less obvious. Once he was close enough and he saw the teacher focus her attention on the chalkboard opposite of them, Richie turned his head to whisper in Stanley’s ear. “Why are you so thirsty?”

Stanley sputtered, Richie’s comment ripping him out of his trance. His calm demeanor was quickly overcome with anxiety as his eyes shot around the room to see if anyone noticed him. Luckily, no one was paying attention and the teacher was still writing on the chalkboard. Richie quickly covered his mouth with both hands, trying to keep his laughter from boiling up. Seeing one of his best friends so confused and worried after being caught staring at his crush was somehow amusing.

Stanley rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, catching onto his friend’s blatant enjoyment at seeing him so flustered. “Shut up,” He grumbled at the loudmouth, eyes squinting to give Richie a sharp glare. 

Richie just responded with more giggles, his hand beginning to poke Stanley’s side teasingly. “Sorry, Stanley, but you looked like you needed to be brought back to Earth. Something about (Y/n) sent you to outer space—”

“Beep beep Richie!” Stanley harshly whispered, his eyes wide at how loud Richie’s voice sounded. He definitely did not want you to realize how much he was staring at you, even if you could feel his eyes drilling holes in the back of your head.

“Excuse me, is there something you want to share with the class?”

The authoritative voice sent chills down both the boys’ spines. Stanley felt his blood turning to ice as he looked up, mortified of being caught talking during a lesson. Richie was more nonchalant, having got used to being caught several times before. “No ma’am,” Richie replied, a smile growing on his face.

The teacher did not look amused, putting her hand on her hip and letting the silence of the class sink in for a few seconds. “This is your first warning. If I catch you two talking again, you’re going to spend time in detention.”

Richie nodded, curling his hand into a thumbs up while Stanley sat next to him frozen in fear. Richie chuckled quietly so the teacher wouldn’t hear before leaning towards Stanley again and whispering into his ear, “Sorry space cadet. Maybe next time you shouldn’t stare so blatantly.”

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

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