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SICK | Stan Uris

A/N: i was high on different medications because i'm sick so this WILL be crack and i apologize for my past self
Warnings: cursing teehee O.O

       "Y/n would you like lunch i made-"
 
       "STAN WHY DID YOU KIDNAP THE INNOCENT PEOPLE OF SOCK LAND?!" Said girl screeched, throwing a pile of Stanley's socks onto the dining room table.
 
       He deadpanned, "Really, in front of my salad?" Sighing, he stood up, walking over to his girlfriend as she cried, cradling a singular sock.
 
       "Oh Kevin, what did he do to your wife...why are you so alone?? Why Kevin?? WHY??" She sniffled, not even noticing Stan as he pulled her away, eventually resting her upon the couch. He tucked her in, watching as her attention shifted from the sock to Stan.

       "Y/n, how about you take a nap, hm? You'll feel better." Stanley smiled, watching her gaze shift from his right eye to his left. She paused, a look of pure awe sketched over all of her features.

      "You look just like a guy I know..." Y/n squinted her eyes, making Stan cock a brow in amusement. Oh this will be good.

       "Really?" He leaned back, sitting in front of the couch to watch her face, "Who?" He challenged, a small smirk gracing his features.

       "Pennywise.." She blinked innocently, watching his face fall serious.

       "You have got to be shitting me-"

       "LANGUAGE!!" Y/n leaped up, racing back into his bedroom where she built her fort, prepared for the fight to end sock discrimination.

       "Y/n come back here-oh my god." In front of Stan, was a big pillow and blanket fort, and tucked safely behind it, was his beloved, who was armed with various stuffed animals and shoes.

       "FIRE!!!" She began tossing the toys, missing him every time. She did manage to hit him square in the head with a shoe though. "THAT WAS FOR KEVIN!!" She screamed, throwing another toy at Stan's retreating figure.

       Eventually, she managed to calm down, as her brilliant fighting in the war as caught up to her. She fought bravely, and wore an honorable badge made from a yogurt lid as a symbol of her noble acts of triumph and justice.

       Anywho she just passed out in the middle of the floor, snoring with her legs tucked into her self. Stan would have smiled at the image of it hadn't been for the lump now protruding from the side of his head.

       "You're so lucky you're cute."

       "WAH? WHO'S THERE??? KEVIN??" Y/n woke up, frantically looking around before her eyes landed on Stan, who wore an unamused expression.

       "Keep your socks on it's just me." He smirked, watching as her face contorted into a scowl.

      "Hey, I have a boyfriend mister! And he won't like you saying things like that to me!" She hmphed, crossing her arms and casting her gaze to the side, refusing to make eye contact. Stan let out a quiet chuckle, now entertained with her new antics.

       "Oh? I don't see him around." Playing along, he took long strides towards her frame, squatting down to meet her level.

       Y/n gulped nervously, tugging her collar away from her throat, "That's because...well...erm...he's..he's.." She finally glanced his way, and Stan watched as her expression softened, "Stan when'd you get here??" Y/n pulled him into her chest, squeezing his neck as he let out an exhausted sigh.

       "The next time you're sick, I'm letting Bill take care of you." He huffed, but nevertheless wrapping his arms around her and leaning in. She gasped in excitement, and if Stan wasn't practically eating the fabric of her shirt, he would have seen her eyes light up so brilliantly.

       "With Bill Hader?? OH HELL YEAH!"

       "WHO THE FUCK IS BILL HADER?!?"

In conclusion sock lives matter.