Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

Prescribed Hand Holding | stanley uris

>>gif credit to @/weed-n-witchcraft on tumblr<<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Stanley Uris

requested | Anonymous

warnings | small blood mention, slight angst

word count | 519

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | I request a Stanley uiris xreader where the reader has ezama and won't stop scratching and Stanley has top basically hold their hands. Basically a headcanonne angest with fuffl at the end

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed and propped your chin on your knee, watching your friends splash around in the water. It was always so shockingly clear for the terrible track record Derry had. It gave it a sort of magical feeling. Like it was a slice of perfection hidden for you and your friends only. None of the horrors outside of these trees could reach you here.

The sun moved to a position that directed its rays right into your eyes, causing you to cover your eyes. The heat of the sun in addition to the water from the quarry was causing your eczema to flare up. You frowned and began to scratch the backs of your hands, which is where it affected you the most.

Your scratches were slow and small at first. Only every few minutes. But soon enough, your skin began to flake, crack, and redden with irritation. It came to a point where you couldn't stop itching. You watched as past scabs began to rip off and bleed. It wasn't a lot, just a couple of drops, but damn it hurt like hell.

You stopped scratching to search for your hand cream, praying you'd grabbed it before you left. You unzipped every pocket of your backpack, scouring every corner, even emptying it in its entirety, but to no avail. You left your damn hand cream at home.

"Everything alright? You're digging through your bag like crazy." Stanley asked as he took a seat next to you. You looked over your shoulder and sighed, beginning to shove everything back inside.

"Y-Yeah... I was just looking for something." You replied as you pushed your backpack away. You sighed and propped your head on your knees, beginning to scratch your hands once again. You tried to keep it minimal, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Oh (Y/n), are you alright? Your hands look pretty beat up." Stan asked innocently. You frowned, immediately becoming self-conscious of your skin condition.

"Um yeah. I have eczema." You replied, dropping your hands in your lap and averting eye contact. Even still, in such an embarrassing state you couldn't help but scratch.

"It looks painful... Does this happen a lot?" He asked. You shrugged.

"Often enough, yeah." You mumbled. You could feel his eyes on you as you continued scratching your skin. After a few seconds, he reached over and grabbed your hand, preventing you from scratching. Your cheeks turned red as his hand remained in yours.

"What are you doing?" You asked. He shifted and began to look through his bag.

"Grabbing something." He replied.

"Yeah but your hand. You're-"

"Found it!" He cut you off, handing you a travel-sized bottle of Jergen's lotion. You were a bit surprised, and in your hesitation to respond he continued.

"My skin gets irritated so it's unscented. Will it help?" He asked. Your heart began to jump in your chest. It was so simple but so sweet. You nodded happily, grabbing the lotion with your free hand.

"Yeah... Thanks, Stanley." You replied and grabbed the bottle, but kept your hand interlocked with his. You were glad he didn't mind.