Perfect For Me 《Stan Uris x Reader》
Requested : For my friend @icannott who requested a Stan Uris fanfiction
Pairing : Stan Uris x Reader ; Platonic!Ben Hanscom x Platonic!Reader ; Ben Hanscom x Beverly Marsh (mentioned)
Summary : After an incident that caused you to spend your day talking about soulmates with Ben — something you took interest in — and teasing each other about your respective crushes, you started to wonder about what Stan thought about ‘being made for someone’. When you met Stan you questioned him about his point of view about being made for each other and while his answer was something you expected — logical and not emotional. But what shocked you was his other answer.
A/N : thIS IS THE SEVENTH TIME AND I SWEAR TO GOD—
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The door of the clubhouse swung open, causing both you and Ben to scream — while yours were a string of curses, his was a simple yelp. You both weren’t aware of the other and it shocked you both to the core. Upon realization, the two of you laughed as you stepped into the clubhouse.
“You scared me there [Y/N],” the boy laughed.
You grinned sheepishly as you made your way deeper into the clubhouse. Your eyes watched Ben carefully and his eyes widened as he realized what you were looking at. His face flushed as he tried to hide the paper but you had seen it and — thanks to your ability to memorize things quickly — had it in your head
“Eyes like the ocean / Enchanting and dangerous / Beauty lies within it//,” you read out loud. You looked up at the very much embarrassed Ben. “That is a good haiku Ben.”
“Thanks,” Ben mumbled. He turned and shoved the paper into his bag. Looking at you, he was greeted not with a face that was going to laugh at him but rather one deep in thought.
“But I think them would fit better than it,” you pointed out, “Since it’s eyes and not eye.”
Ben pulled the paper out and read it, mumbling under his breath. “Eyes like the ocean / Enchanting and dangerous / Beauty lies within them//”
You look at him expectantly, wondering what he would do next. He stayed silent for a while before nodding and crossing it out, placing them where it used to be. You grinned proudly.
“Thanks [Y/N],” Ben said gratefully.
An awkward silence fell between you two once again as you both wrecked your brain, looking for a topic to talk about. Ben and you had never been so good at talking and socializing.
“You never told me you wrote Haikus Ben,” you said, breaking the silence.
Ben shrugged. “It’s nothing much. I just like to get things out of my head. I mean, it’s not like it’s good anyway.”
“They’re brilliant Ben!” You pointed at the paper in his hands. “It’s talent!”
Ben turned and smiled. “You think so?”
Silence fell once again but this time it wasn’t awkward like the previous silence but rather a peaceful one. A comfortable one.
A thought came to you. “Who was that for Ben?”
Ben turned red and stayed silent. You looked at his face and smiled knowingly. You had suspicions that Ben liked Bev and you knew about the previous Haiku — Bev told you. It didn’t take long before you connect the dots.
“I’m sorry?” Ben stuttered as he looked at the girl who sat next to him.
“It’s for Bev, isn’t it?” you asked. Ben awkwardly stammered out what was supposed to be a lie — and honestly seeing him lie confirmed your suspicion — but seeing the knowing look on your face he just sighed and admitted.
“Yeah,” Ben sighed. “It’s for Bev.”
Ben stayed silent, afraid that you’ll tell Bev and the others or maybe — God forbid — thought of him even more of a loser than he already is. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with the rest of the Losers — you included.
“Don’t worry Ben,” you said reassuringly. “I won’t tell Bev.” Ben sighed in relief but you weren’t done.
“But…” you drawled, causing Ben to stiffen and feel anxious once again. “I’m going to need you to answer one question. Don’t worry, it’s an easy one. Will you answer?”
Ben gulped but nodded. “S-Sure [Y/N].”
“Do you think some people were made for someone else?”
Ben sighed in relief, causing you to laugh at how nervous he was. You knew that he thought you would ask him about his crush on Bev.
“Well that’s easy,” Ben replied. “I think yeah, like a missing piece you know?”
You nodded. “Like two pieces of a puzzle that fit with each other?”
“Yes, exactly like that.” Ben smiled. “I always believed in soulmates. What about you?”
“Same. I believe that everyone is meant to be with someone.” A smirk slipped onto your lips. “Like you and Bev.”
Ben turned red but did not forfeit. “Like you and Stan.”
Laughter spilled out of his lips as your face turned an embarrassing shade of red. Tears leaked out of his eyes and laughs continued to spill as you turned and looked away.
“That’s not fair!” you whined but Ben just laughed.
“I think it is,” he snorted. “You pulled a Bev card on me, it’s pretty fair if I pulled a Stan card on you.”
You huffed like a child before freezing as a thought flooded into your mind. If Ben knew, do the other Losers possibly know too?
“Who else knows?” you asked, paranoia and anxiety masking your voice. “Who else knows?”
“Just me.” Ben shifted in his seat, shrugging lightly. “Well as far as I know. The others aren’t that observant you know.”
You sighed in relief. “Thank God for that. Honestly you should too or else you’d be dead, Haystack.”
Ben nodded gratefully. “Yeah everyday I’m thankful that I’m friends with are blind when it comes to feelings — except you of course. Couldn’t let me live my life peacefully, can you?”
You laughed and shook your head. “Oh I can. I just don’t want too.”
Laughter erupted in the small clubhouse, giving them both waves of relief. Their secret were out to someone they trusted.
“You’re really cool to hang around with, Hanscom,” you noted as the laughter died.
“Back at you, [Y/L/N].” Ben fingergunned.
Silence fell in between you before you both erupted in laughter once again.
It slipped your notice but you spent five hours in a stuffy clubhouse laughing and talking with Ben. It was Richie and Eddie who found you guys. You always suspected the two come over at night and slept together, — they both liked to cuddle — talked and joked around but this confirmed your suspicion — this was the second time you were proven right in a romantic situation and you felt proud.
After the two — well, Richie — kicked you and Ben out, you and Ben biked home, making inappropriate jokes about the two. You were both pretty sure that they weren’t going to fuck in there but it was fun to joke about it.
You parted ways — you taking a left while Ben went straight. On your way back, you remembered about what Ben had said and started to wonder if everyone felt the same — that everyone were two pieces of a puzzle.
You wondered if Stan felt the same way.
Stopping midway to check the time — you learned that you had half an hour before curfew. Numbers made their way into your mind as your brain set on calculating the time you have. You decided that it wouldn’t take long and you’d be in and out in a flash.
You grinned as you pedalled quickly, taking a left instead of a right. Stan’s house wasn’t that far from yours distance wise but it takes time to get there when riding a bike since you had a tendency to follow the road.
You found his house and grinned as you wheeled over towards his garage. Dropping your bike at the porch, you quickly knocked on the door, harsh and loud — the way you always did. You were greeted by the usual tuff of brown hair as the door swung open.
His expression was annoyed but when he saw you his face lit up. “Hey [Y/N], what’s up? Wait, shouldn’t you be home —?”
“I got fifteen minutes and a really important question to ask you,” you said giddily.
Stan chuckled. “Fire away my overly excited little friend.”
“Hey! I’m just two inches shorter than you!”
“Still smaller,” Stan laughed. His laughter sent a whole new wave of fresh butterflies into your stomach, causing your heart rate to speed up.
“Do you think some people were made for each other?” you asked.
Stan stayed silent for a few seconds. “No. People aren’t made for others. You exist for yourself, and you don’t owe anything to anyone. Even to those you were made for.”
You nodded weakly, trying not to feel sad. You knew that Stan had always been logical and never really thought of things in a mushy emotional way.
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Thanks for the answer.”
You turned to bike back home when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met by a smirking Stan — and honestly you felt chills down your spine as you notice how hot and dominating he looked and tried your best not to blush. He stepped closer, his hand still on your shoulder.
“[Y/N], you didn’t let me finish.” He leaned in and whispered, “But I think that you, my love, are the one perfect for me.”
Feeling heat rush to your cheeks, you tried to look down but felt a hand on your chin, making you look at Stan. His brown eyes flicked down to your lips before returning to your eyes.
“Do you think so too, [Y/N]?” he whispered. You didn’t reply as you were frozen under his gaze. He leaned forward and captured your lips in his. You were frozen in place and it took you awhile to let it sink.
Stan Uris — your lifetime crush —was kissing you, and you were doing absolutely nothing.
Your lips moved in sync with his, carefully and lovingly. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Warmth radiated off of him as you pulled him in by wrapping your arms around his neck.
The two of you pulled away, your breaths short and shallow as you tried to replace the lack of oxygen in your body. Your forehead still against his, you smiled softly as your fingers played with his soft curly hair.
“I might not believe in being made for each other,” Stan whispered, his voice husky from the kiss. “But I do believe that you’re perfect for me. Do you think so too, [Y/N]?”
“Shit, I gotta go home.” You gave a small peck on Stan’s cheek and rushed to your bike.
“Hey, [Y/N],” Stan called out. “Before you go I need to ask you something.”
“Better make it quick, Uris,” you said, looking back. “My mom’s going to murder me.”
Stan flashed his smirk once again. “Want to be my girlfriend, [Y/L/N]?”
You froze. This was your dream ever since you were old enough to know about dating and crushes. Now the moment came and you couldn’t do anything about it.
“What do you say love?” The boy shoved his hands into his pocket, tilting his head backwards slightly as he stepped over to you. “Shall we tell the world how perfect for each other we are?”
You smiled. “With pleasure.”
