(bc i have writers block and brain fog but still wanna talk about It)
Stanley Uris Ships
stenbrough (stan x bill)
1000/10
my absolute favorite losers' club ship. I love these two dorks so much and I think they just mesh together perfectly. I just love their dynamic sm.
Stanlon (stan x mike)
10/10 (as a qpr maybe)
i think these two are so cute together, the only reason that it isn’t my absolute favorite is that i HC mike as aroace and idk if i feel like he would want to be in a qpr or not. I just see these two working out well though and I can see a lot of nature walks and bird watching dates.
stozier (stan x richie)
9/10
I PREFER platonic stozier, but ugh these two are such cuties. The only reason it’s not 10/10 is bc I think Richie would drive Stan crazy after a while.
steddie (stan x eddie)
5/10
They are okay. I can get behind these two in a triad/polycule setting but idk how I feel about just the two of them together for some reason.
stanverly (stan x bev)
4/10
eh they are okay. i just think they are better as friends.
stanscom (stan x ben)
7/10
I think this could be cute. idk my biggest thing is that i don’t necessarily see Ben dating a guy.. but in theory this could be cute and I think they would infodump to each other and go on cute library dates.
streddie (stan x eddie x richie)
8/10
I think these guys could be so cute. again my main concern is that Stan would lose his marbles after a while with those two.
Stenbroughlon (stan x bill x mike)
11/10 (again as a qpr)
This ships is so fucking soft and adorable and I think they would work so well together.
Do ya’ll ever just feel sad because some show gets a new season and you’re still sitting around waiting for a six hour supercut of a killer clown and gay kids
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Stan looks down at the skirt. It’s pastel purple with pleats and makes Stan’s legs look amazing–both Bill and Mike agree–but still Stan hesitates.
Stan has worn it around the apartment and in front of their friends, but they just aren’t sure they are ready for the rest of the world to see them, even though Stan knows they look cute, and the skirt is so hella fucking comfortable.
Sighing, Stan picks it up to put back on the hanger when their boyfriends, Bill and Mike, come in arguing about something stupid.
Mike gasps. “Is today the day?”
Blushing, Stan freezes. They’d been talking about how maybe someday they would wear a skirt outside of the house.
Someday had yet to come.
Stan opens their mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
“N-No puh-ressure, of course,” Bill says gently. He comes over and kisses Stan’s cheek.
Neither Bill or Mike are prepared for Stan to burst into tears, but as soon as they do, Bill holds out his hand in a silent question. When Stan takes it, Mike rushes over to join them in a hug. Sometimes when Stan is upset they want space, but not today.
Dropping the skirt, Stan clings to them like Stan’s drowning and they are the only things that can save them.
“It’s ok, Stan. You don’t have to wear the skirt. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put so much pressure on you,” Mike babbles.
“It’s oh- okay, St- Stanny,” Bill whispers into their hair. Stan nods miserably. They sit down on the bed and Stan leans into their boyfriends while they comfort Stan.
When Stan finally calms down, they lean into Mike’s arms as they hold Bill’s hands.
“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid,” Stan mumbles.
Kissing their hair, Mike says, “No, love. You’re not.”
“You w-anna t-talk about it?” Bill asks.
Shrugging, Stan says, “I’m just–” They take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m just scared someone’s going to laugh.”
Bill squeezes their hand. “I-If they do, I’ll k-kick their asses.”
Sighing, Stan says, “Remind me when the last time you won a fight was.” They all laugh as Bill flips off Stan.
“Hey, n-now, j-jerkface,” Bill teases and squeezes Stan’s hand.
Giving him a sheepish smile, Stan just shrugs. “Just calling it like I see it.” Stan takes another deep breath. “I know- I know, it’s stupid, but I just feel like such a- a fraud. Like, I’m proud of being nonbinary, but this…” They swallow hard. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s- I feel more exposed, more vulnerable, you know?”
“I th-think you’re p-putting too much p-pressure on yourself, Stan,” Bill says as he leans over to pick up the skirt.
“You don’t have to wear the skirt to prove anything,” Mike says. “You are nonbinary no matter what you wear or don’t wear.”
“I know...” Stan says, because they do know. “Soon. I’ll wear it soon.” They take the skirt and put it on the hanger but don’t move to put it away.
“So, M-Mike and I have b-been t-talking, an-and we were wondering if m-aybe you m-ight–if we wore skirts t-too–you m-might feel more comfortable,” Bill says.
Choking a little, Stan looks between them. “Guys, you don’t have to do that.”
“We know we don’t have to, we want to,” Mike says.
Stan can’t believe what they are hearing and they burst into tears again. Mike kisses their hair.
“It’s ok, love, it’s ok,” Mike whispers.
“You two are the best!” Stan kisses them both.
“D-Do you think that w-ill help?” Bill asks brightly.
“Maybe,” Stan murmurs. “Yes. Probably.” They all laugh, and Stan takes a deep breath. “Thank you. Both of you. I seriously do not know what I would do without you.”
“We love you, Stan,” Mike says.
Nodding, Bill leans over and kisses their cheek. “So much.”
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Stan nods. “I know. I love you both, too. So much.”
They sit there talking quietly for a few more minutes and then eventually they get up and finish getting dressed.
***
Over the next couple of weeks, they talk about it a lot, about when they should do it, what types of skirts they should wear, and the more they talk about it, the more excited Stan starts to get.
They all agree to do it on a Saturday afternoon, make a date of it. They'd go see a movie and get some food at their favorite restaurant. Stan is excited and nervous as they all get dressed. Their heart beats a little faster when Bill and Mike pull on their skirts. Stan hasn’t seen either of them in their skirts; Mike had wanted to keep it a surprise.
Mike’s skirt is a cute little flowy thing with flowers on it. It looks so soft, and all Stan wants to do is run their fingers over it.
But then Bill steps out of the bathroom and Stan’s jaw drops. Bill is wearing one of the shortest skirts Stan has ever seen. Bill is all leg, and Stan’s mouth begins to water as they take in the sight.
“Hey, Stanny. Close your mouth. You’re drooling,” Mike teases.
Stan closes their mouth and wipes their chin only to find it completely dry. They turn to glare at Mike. “Mean!”
Pulling them into a one armed hug so they can both admire Bill, Mike says, “You love it.”
Still staring at Bill’s ass, Stan whispers, “Yeah.” Mike laughs.
Bill smiles at Stan as he tugs at the skirt. “At th-the store this s-seemed like a g-great idea.”
Closing the space between them, Stan pulls Bill in for a kiss, their hands going down to cup Bill’s ass without thought. When they pull apart they are both breathing hard.
“You look so fucking hot,” Stan breathes. They have to use all of their willpower to not slide their hand up the fort of Bill’s skirt to jerk him off.
Blushing, Bill asks, “It’s n-not t-too short?” He starts to tug again and Stan grabs his wrist to stop him.
Mike comes over to them and runs his hand up Bill’s thigh. “Oh, baby, the skirt is supposed to be this short.” He kisses Bill gently on the corner of his mouth.
“You are a cruel, cruel man,” Stan accuses. They pull themself away knowing if they keep touching Bill, they would never make their movie.
“Why?” Mike asks as he pulls away looking at Stan with false innocence.
“How are we supposed to function when Bill looks like…” Stan’s words fail them as they look back at Bill.
Snorting with laughter, Bill says, “Oh yeah? Th-This is g-going to be f-fun.”
Stan looks at their boyfriends in horror. “You both are menaces and will be the death of me, I swear.”
Mike laughs. “Yeah, but you love us…”
Snorting back laughter, Stan shakes their head. "Yeah… I do love you.” They all laugh.
alone ain’t always lonely (‘specially not with you)
mike hanlon has known isolation almost his whole life.
he got unwanted attention as soon as his father decided he was old enough to help with deliveries. he was the only black child in derry. henry bowers sure gave him shit for it. his poor dog, too.
by the time, he met his first real friends (meaning ones that responded in sounds he could understand), mike had more or less got used to the silence. the isolation. the loneliness. and then he wasn’t alone anymore. afternoons that used to be spent making up new work to do out of boredom or rereading books he’s read more times than years he’s been alive were quickly replaced with afternoons at the quarry in his underwear, jumping into the murky green-grey water. and bike rides turned high-speed chases away from one henry bowers. and eventually sleepovers at stanley uris or bill denbrough’s house.
he was alone, reading books with bill, until georgie got tired of being quiet.
he was alone, beating richie at streetfighter until bowers came in, looking for trouble.
he was alone, doing research with ben until the library closed.
he was alone, skipping rocks with eddie, until he had to get home.
he was alone, buying bev pads so she didn’t have to steal or talk to dr. keene.
he was happy.
even after richie and eddie packed up for some college in california. and ben and bev headed off to chase sunsets in chicago.
he had good ol’ husson university in bangor. and he had a nice little car, affectionately dubbed “bluebird”. and he had big bill and stan the man.
and was never alone again.
he was with stan, kissing bill on his left cheek, in the back of his truck.
he was with bill, cuddled into stan’s side, as he read to them.
he was with them both when they walked across the stage at graduation.
mike hanlon has known isolation long enough to know that alone isn’t always lonely.
Pretend Bill Denbrough’s a soft boy all you like, but deep down we all know once that himbo sees something he likes, the man shoots his shot with the confident insistence of a frat boy on prom night.
