I loved your writing!!! So if requests are open can you write Stanley Uris as a husband headcanons. ( It got me excited to see someone writing about Stanley, its been a long time seeing an active user writing about him =/)
𝓢tanley Ur𝓲s as a husband
pairings: stanley uris x gn!reader
warnings: slight mention of nsfw, jealous!stan if you squint, mention of suicide (don't worry it's a happy ending chat)
a/n: thank you for the request anon! sorry i didn't post this sooner chat i've been falling out of the stan hyperfixation 😞 i am lowk bad at writing marriage hcs but i'm trying 😭😭 also wrote this at 4 am so uuuhhh lmk if its bad..
𖦹 Ever since you could remember, Stanley has been taking care of you. Since he's very much of a perfectionist, he always tries to make sure that you get the best of the best.
𖦹 You guys met in college, it was a love at first sight type of situation. With Stan seeing you in class, it was obvious as hell—he's been infatuated with you since day 1.
𖦹 At that time, Stanley was still dealing with depression, obviously due to the whole Pennywise situation. Haunted by his childhood trauma, his depression got worse in college until he met you.
𖦹 You were the light to his life, even if you guys didn't get involved with eachother until the year after you two met.
𖦹 After being in a relationship for a few years, Stanley was absolutely delighted to propose to you.
𖦹 When you said yes, Stanley could genuinely swear he's never felt happier in his whole entire life. You were his dream partner, the type of partner he has wished for his entire life. You're understanding, sweet, caring, and you were patient with him.
𖦹 You guys immediately had sex after the proposal
𖦹 The marriage was special—with only a few close relatives and friends being there.
𖦹 When Stanley saw you standing there, in such a beautiful outfit, he could literally not keep his eyes (and hands) off of you. You looked absolutely beautiful, and Stanley felt extremely proud to be marrying you.
𖦹 Always talking about you to his colleagues, friends, etc. Stan is literally the #1 bragger ever. He thinks you're the most beautiful person to ever exist.
𖦹 Always treats you like royalty, no matter how much discomfort he has to endure.
𖦹 He'd always been the looming overprotective presence in your life. He can't have anyone else touching his perfect wife, right? He can't afford to lose you.
𖦹 If you're not Jewish, he's always educating you on the religion (unless you've told him you're uncomfortable with it). Making traditional Jewish food, celebrating Hanukkah, learning you basic Hebrew etc,,
𖦹 Sweetest husband ever.
𖦹 Always insists to carry you when you're tired/when your feet hurt. Stan can't have you just hurting like that! Always carries you in bridal style
𖦹 You're the reason why he didn't commit suicide after Mike Hanlon's call.
𖦹 You guys live a happily ever after with two kids (both of them are girls just cause I imagine Stanley being a girl dad) and a dog. 🥹
a/n: i hope you liked the hcs cause i'm lowkey writing this with the craziest headache ever.. 💔 thank you for reading ♡
stanley uris x virgin!reader. warnings: oral (fem recieving), swearing, sexual refrences. sixteen plus!!!
It started when Richie spoke the uncomfortable question that day in the Clubhouse.
It was a sunny day, a Thursday, and you and the rest of the Losers had gone there to hang out after jumping into the Quarry.
“Y/N! It’s your turn! Truth, or dare?”
“Um, truth?”
“What?! Lame!”
“I already picked ‘dare’ five times in a row, Trashmotuh,” you crossed your arms.
“Whatever. OK. Y/N!”
“That’s my name.”
“Ever been eaten out before?”
“What?”
Richie snickered. Stanley, beside you, looked down at the floorboards, something washed over his face – confusion?
“You can’t answer a question with a question, Y/N,” Beverly threw a piece of crumpled paper at Richie but missed.
“Um, no, I guess. Why? What, what does that mean?”
Even Eddie looked amused.
“Nothing,” Stan spoke loudly. “It means nothing.”
“Whatever you say, Stan the Man. Oh my god! Look at how fucking hard he -” Richie pointed to Stan and Eddie slapped his arm down before you could see what he was pointing at and he scowled.
“Shut up, Richie,” your best friend didn’t let him finish. “Or I swear I’ll give you a black eye.”
“Who would w – win?” Bill laughed, not bothering to hold him back.
“Stan, probably,” Eddie squeaked.
“Wanna bet?”
“Five bucks,” spoke Ben.
“You’re on.” The fact that even Mike and Eddie knew what Richie was talking about made you want to shove your face into a pillow in embarrasment.
Stanley didn’t seem fussed that you didn’t know, in fact, you thought, it amused him.
Or at least, he was smiling at it.
The smirk which grew on his face made your heart beat a thousand times faster.
“Wait, I’m still confused,” Beverly covered her mouth. “What does it mean?”
“It means nothing,” Stan repeated.
“Stan’s just jealous because he wants to be the first one who -”
“Shut UP, Richie!” Stanley’s face was red.
“Yeah, shut up, it’s getting kind of disgusting.”
Richie backed down – for now.
“You’re making her uncomfortable,” Beverly covered your ears. “Stop it.”
“I can still hear, y’know,” she laughed and removed her hands. “Well,” you got up. “I have to go.” You didn’t, you were just embarassed. “See you tomorrow. Bye, Mike.”
“I’m coming with you. Y’know, to -”
“To f -”
“Keep you safe.”
You rolled your eyes but Stan got up.
“Bye.” Mike crossed his arms and glared at Richie as Bev called after you miserably.
“Aww, N/N! No! Stan! Guys!”
“They always do this. Always.” Spoke Ben. “I swear, like, every time.” Bill nodded.
They watched as you ignored them, climbing up the ladder, not bothering to check if Stanley was following you – he was, and he ran up just as you were about to shut the door on him.
“Mind if I stay over?”
Yes. I do mind, go home, Stanley, and let me wallow in self pity.
You shrugged.
“Well, my parents aren’t gonna be back any time soon, so I guess not.”
“I can’t believe it’s seven already.”
“Yeah. So, what do you wanna do?” You weren’t really that enthusiastic.
He shrugged.
“Anyone ever tell you how pretty you were?”
“What?”
“Let me tell you,” he whispered. “You, Y/N L/N, are prettier,” he spoke the words like a spell. “Than any girl I’ve ever met before,” he made you blush and you didn’t know why. He stepped closer. “Wanna know why?”
“Sure.” Was all you could manage.
He chuckled softly.
“You’re intelligent,” he paused, lowering his hand. “Funny,” lower. “Creative,” so close it was touching, but you didn’t mind. “Unique,” even closer now. “And so. Fucking. Wet.”
Your body jerked at the sudden touch of his hand against your tights.
“Stan!”
“Yes, babygirl?”
You threw your head back. He’d never, ever callen you… that… before.
“Please…” you struggled to get the words out. “Keep going.”
“All you had to say. Just… jump.”
“What?”
“Jump. Go on. Jump.”
“Like…”
“Exactly like that.”
Legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you to your bed, hand stroking your pussy.
“Stan,” he placed you down.
“Yeah?”
“Take them off, take my clothes off,”
“Whatever you say, babygirl.”
You threw your head back once again.
“Like it when I call you that?”
You nodded.
“Always knew you were sub.”
“Mmph.”
“This,” he murmured, mouth open at your entrance. “Is what ‘giving head’ is.”
“What -” and then you gasped, clutched the sheets with your fists. “Oh. Stan. Oh!” He didn’t reply, just kept going. Your legs felt like jelly, you wanted to close your eyes…
“You can close your eyes, babygirl,”
So you did, letting out soft moans as he ate you, crying out his name as his tongue dove in and out.
Your legs shook even more, you clutched the curls atop his head.
“Stan, I’m gonna,”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, please, let me cum, please.”
“Such a good girl.”
The words made your stomach twist.
“Please, Stan.”
He shook his head and you wanted to cry as he went on and on and on.
“Please, Stan!”
“No can do.”
He went back in.
“Please. I can’t -”
“I swear if you cum right now, Y/N -”
“Stan!”
You were on the climax of your orgasm.
“Ah-uh.”
“Oh my god. Oh, fuck. Stan! Oh, fuck, Stan,” and it was just his mouth. “Stan, I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it.”
And then you came, moaning his name like a prayer, collapsing on the bed.
A/N: SO THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER AND I’M SO HAPPY. Thank you so much, anon. I made this gender neutral for everyone to enjoy. Send me more requests if you’d like. The reader’s age, once again is not specified (because I don’t like limits) BUT the reader is at least 18 and up. No lower than that, folks!
Anonymous asked: can you do some stan as a husband headcanons? (i just really love andy bean as stan)
Warnings: Absolutely none. This is pure fluff, no NSFW (though I probably will eventually do NSFW for every character). Andy Bean makes me feel some type of way. Plus, I love my sweet baby, Stanley.
This man is so soft for you, OMG.
Will literally cuddle with you for days on end and not leave your side.
Everyone thinks he’s very reserved and he is, but not around you.
The reason he married you, other than being completely infatuated with who you are, is because he can be as free as he wants to be around you.
The wedding was literally a scene out of a movie.
You wore the best outfit you could find yourself and you looked amazing.
Your parents approved of him so quickly, they loved him so much.
He had a steady job, a lovely house, he was polite and well mannered.
You can expect a lot of dinners together. Whether it’s at home or out and about.
He always asks how your day was first, so he can listen to your soothing voice and listen to the ups and downs you’ve had.
Stanley isn’t overbearing or anything with you, he respects you.
Solving lots of puzzles together! It’s his favorite thing to do.
He listens to very quiet music all the time. Mostly classical music.
He doesn’t know if he wants children or not. He wouldn’t have a problem with them, but right now, all he wants is you to himself.
FOREHEAD KISSES!
His job enables lots of luxury and relaxing trips, vacations, and cruises together.
You two are honestly living your best life.
He loves to give you gifts anytime that he can.
He’s a little spoon, for sure.
Stan loves nothing more than to feel your arms wrapped around his body as you both drift off to sleep.
You two often doze off talking about the most random things. But sometimes you two will talk about how much you love each other and what your future holds.
Mornings with him are amazing as well.
He gives you long, passionate kisses anytime he is able to.
He’s not that big on PDA, however, he always loves to have your hand in his. Nothing too overbearing, but still reassuring for both of you.
He honestly loves you with his entire heart. You’re his stars and his moon and he loves you a little bit more every day.
“Y/N, I know this sounds cheesy and all, but I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Warnings: Suicide attempt, suicide mention, stuff to do with suicide, swearing, short story, Spoliers, Stan doesn’t die, slight angst
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Y/n saw Stand’s eyes and shaky hands when he answered the phone. She knew of his friend Bill and she knew of Bill’s stories...and their horrible endings. Anyways, he kept calm and when he ended the call, then looked over to Y/n. She was already halfway over to him with the look.
“Who was that?”
“No one, it’s okay.” She knew when he was lying. No one could lie to Y/n.
“Stan. I love you, but seriously. Who was that?”
“It was...an old friend. Mike.” Her being able to see that he was lying also came with her being able to get him to tell her what he was lying about. Pretty handy if she ever wanted to be a mom.
“What did he want?”
“For me-” He inhaled. Stan often did this when he was caught lying by his wife. She grabbed his hands and rubbed her thumb against his skin softly. “For me to go back to Derry.” She pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back softly. He spoke little about Derry, but he had stated that he never wished to return.
“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You can stay here with me.” Y/n rested her head on Stan’s shoulder.
“I can think about it, my love. Do you mind if I take a bath before dinner? I’m not feeling too well.”
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows but nodded. She didn’t know what Stan was planning, but she knew that the man didn’t take bathes too frequently. This was what she dubbed, “suspicious”. The mental note of sneaking in on him was made right away.
He got up from his puzzle and walked over to Y/n, who was putting some of the dishes away. Stan waited for her to be finished, then connecting their lips with a small chuckle. He said he’d see her after his bath and left for the bathroom.
She cooked dinner until she heard the water start poring in. The signal for her to start making her way over. She opened the door slightly. In the tub sat Stanley with a razor blade. He didn’t cut himself yet, but he was damn close to. His wife darted over to him and knocked the blade from his hands.
“WHAT’RE YOU!? FUCKING CRAZY?!” Her chest was heaving and her eyes were wide and darting around, trying ever so hard to find the ones that she loves. “YOU...you...you would’ve left me alone...” Behind his tough and badass wife was a shy and cautious girl. A girl who disliked being without another and afraid. A girl who couldn’t live without her husband.
“I’m so sorry...”
Sure, he was naked, but it didn’t matter. His wife had picked up the blade and tossed it out of the tub, clinging to her husband’s hands. One of which, came up and caressed her cheek. Their eyes met with love and adoration.
“Please...please don’t leave me here. Just stay with me. We can call your friends and say that you died, anything, just please! Please don’t do this to me!”
“We made a pact when we were younger...”
“So!? You were just about to off yourself so you wouldn’t have to go, please just stay here with me!” Her sobs broke his heart. He hated seeing his wife hurt, just as much as it hurt her seeing him the same way.
“Fine...promise you’ll make up something?”
“Stanley Uris. I promise...just as long as you promise you’ll stay.”
“I promise.”
“I love you, Stan...”
“I love you too, Y/n.”
. . .
“Hello? Mrs. Uris, I’m Beverly Marsh, I’m an old friend of Stanley’s. Is he okay?”
He was. He was sitting next to his wife with an anxious look on his face. “No... he has unfortunately passed.” Stan gave his wife a thumbs up. She sounded so sad and distressed, it was perfect. “Yeah... he... the bath... Oh god...”
She finished her call with Beverly. Of course they felt bad about lying, but if they had told the truth, Stanley would never be able to stay with Y/n. Would the clown know? Probably? Maybe? It didn’t matter to the two because it wasn’t the present. It was the future and something that could be thought about when it was considered the present.
Stanley hugged his wife, rubbing her arm in reassurance. “Stanley?”
“But we’re supposed to have a s – sleepover,” said Bill from the couch.
“Well, sorry, Bill. I have homework.” She didn’t have homework, Stanley knew she didn't, because she finished it all with him at his house yesterday.
“Well,” Richie adjusted his glasses and got up. “Take this,” he took a bulky item from a rack on the wall of his parent’s basement, “to keep you safe. It’s getting kind of late,”
Because normally, Stan thought miserably to himself, I walk you home.
“Don’t be fucking stupid, Trashmouth,” the girl snapped at him. “I’m a few blocks down, I don’t need to bring a fucking baseball bat,”
“Hey! It killed a clown, it can probably kill Bowers, too!”
“Go fuck yourself, Richie. Don’t. Follow me.”
Y/N left in the rain, peddling quickly.
The others turned to look at him expectantly.
“What?!” Stan crowed. “OK, so I fucked up! There!”
“You’re supposed to f – follow her,” Bill shook his head.
“Fine.”
Stan sighed and got up, following his friend out of Richie's house. A few streets down, Y/N sensed his presence.
“I thought I told you not to follow me...” she didn’t look back at him like she usually did, she completely ignored him and he didn’t blame her.
“Y/N, wait,” his voice broke and she rolled her eyes again, whatever trick he was playing wasn’t going to work, not this time.
She peddled faster, just as he predicted she would.
“Go home, Stanley,” were the only words she would say to him tonight.
“You know, I'm stubborn,” he told her things about himself that she already knew – heck, that she memorized.
“So am I.” She quipped, “GO. HOME.”
“I'd rather not,” he enunciated the words like she was a kid, “I’d rather be with you,” his bike finally caught up with hers as she froze, halting to a stop.
And she continued again, going even faster,
“GO HOME, STANLEY!” The tears pricked at her eyes and this time she turned to look at him because she knew he hated seeing her cry, she knew he felt just as much pain as she did, “stop lying to the both of us.” And then she turned her head back to the road because she knew that if she looked at him any longer all her emotions would take over and he’d win, and she didn’t want him to win.
The tears split Stanley's heart strings. He hated seeing her cry, and he especially hated seeing her cry now because he was the one who caused the tears.
“But I’m not!” He pleaded, “I really do want your company!” she spat into the rain and turned back at him to make her point,
“As a friend? Go fuck yourself, Stan!” she cried some more, not bothering to choke them back.
“Please don’t cry,” he barely spoke, flinching as the tears fell. “N/N, please don’t -”
“Don’t. Fucking. Call me. That.”
Because that’s the name you use when I have nightmares and the name you use when I’m crying about my parents and I’m supposed to be angry at you instead of in love...
“GO HOME, STANLEY!” she yelled the words this time, peddling faster and faster before the wheels of her bike span and she plummeted to the wet ground.
She couldn’t help but cry out in pain, seeing as she had an already twisted ankle.
“Y/N!” He sped over to her side as fast he could in the shitty weather, got her off her bike and held her close, and this time she cried on him, she cried on him and didn’t care because it hurt, it hurt too much.
“Why,” she choked, “do you care?!” it angered her, frustrated her to no end, made the pain in her leg even worse than it already was. “I mean, I'm just your friend,” she looked away from his shirt.
“You’re not,” he whispered, and she frowned, confused.
“But you kissed me because I was pretty and not because -”
“Listen. Listen to me. Would I seriously follow you out in the rain on my bike to get you? You know me well. I hate doing that crap...”
She hated herself for giggling at this.
“If you were Richie or Bill, even,” he continued, “would I have held you close and let your blood – oh my fucking Jesus Christ – get on my shirt?”
“No.” She glared at the rain. “So, then -”
“It was a mistake,” he whispered. “It wasn’t supposed to come out like that,” he admitted sheepishly. “It wasn't supposed to come out like that and I’m sorry it hurt you,”
Her eyes shone but she bit her lip.
“I meant I didn’t like you, I loved you, but I was too chicken to say it in front of everyone so I just – god, I hate myself,” he shoved his head into his hands. “I'm sorry,” he murmured. “But I love you, really. I do. I get it now. I’ve loved you, I think, ever since we were kids...”
“Ever since you were my partner in English class,” she giggled softly and he nodded.
“Yeah, pretty much,” he twiddled his fingers. Just do it! And he did, he listened to himself for once, leaned in, kissed her, and she gasped.
Her lips were exactly as he imagined they’d be, soft and perfect to kiss. “Will you,” he spoke as soon as they pulled apart, she was flustered, he blushed to himself, “will you be my girlfriend?”
“Maybe,” she spoke.
“What part do I have to clear?”
“Well, Stan, I know you’re good at first aid,” she blushed this time and looked away but he turned her head so he could see her pink cheeks,
“Shouldn’t we get Eddie to do it?” he spoke seriously, it was a pretty bad injury. She shook her head.
“Yeah,” she admitted, “but I’d rather have you do it, seeing as, you know, you’re my boyfriend now...”
He chuckled softly.
“OK.”
“I love you, Stan,”
“I love you, too, Y/N.”
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A/N: I have really been cranking these headcanons out and I’m THRIVING. This is a female reader insert. No specified age other than her being 18+. Send me more ideas, I love what you guys are sending me.
Anonymous asked: If you’re not busy (and totally no rush) could you do HC of Stanley Uris as a dad?? I adore your writing
Warnings: Some brief mentions of sex. This is mostly fluff!
You and Stanley were actually trying for a baby.
It was really difficult at first and it took months for it to happen.
Once you gave Stanley the news, he was beyond ecstatic.
He picked you and and spun you around, planting a kiss on your lips.
He would place his hands on your belly, which hadn’t even been showing yet.
“My baby. Our baby.” he would whisper, pressing a kiss to your tummy.
Expect Stanley to be very protective and aware while you’re pregnant.
He barely let you use the microwave most of the time, when he was around.
As months passed and your belly grew bigger, Stan could barely contain himself.
You ended up bringing a little baby girl into the world.
Stan was the first to hold her, cooing at her, gently rocking her in his arms.
“Hi, baby. It’s your daddy. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
Honestly, your heart melted.
Once a couple of months had passed, you both finally invited in some more family to get a glimpse of the sweet baby girl.
You could tell your daughter would be such a daddy’s girl.
Stanley invited Bill, Mike, Eddie, Richie, Bev, and Ben to celebrate the girls first birthday.
Bill often came over a lot, anyway. He’s your daughters godfather you can’t change my mind.
When your daughter reached the age of three, she was suprisingly not as energetic as you thought.
She must get that from her father. Shy and reserved, yet loving.
Stanley would always be the one to put her to sleep, wake her up, help feed her, take her out, and do everything with her.
His heart ached when he looked at her, because he loves her so much.
When you’re holding you daughter or doing anything with her, you often find Stan staring at you.
“What are you looking at, Stan?” you would giggle, your young daughter giggling too, clapping her hands, and shouting something neither of you could understand.
“Just the two most beautiful girls I have ever seen.” He would respond, before looking back down at his puzzle, finishing it up.
After putting her to bed one night, Stan would crawl next to you in bed and turn to you.
Rolling over and laying on his chest, you let out a sigh.
