Stanley Uris Imagines

Stay

STAY

Pairing: Stanley Uris x reader

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 Stan'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?"

"Hm?"

"I'm really glad you chose to stay."

"Me too."