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[hcarved]

“Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to.”     @avemvigilate

they’ve slept side by side for years, now. yet, stan waking up in the middle of the night is something that still catches him off guard. is something that still has him waking up too, a sense of discomfort in the room, and ben can only make a noise, concern all too obvious. holds a hand out so that it grazes over stan’s as the other sits up, dragging a hand down his face. he’s lived with stan for longer than they’ve been like this to each other; dating, sexual, loving, affectionate. side-by-side, ben with his face buried in stan’s neck more often than not.     “’s okay,”     he murmurs, voice still thick with sleep. he doesn’t know why exactly stan’s awake, but clearly something’s playing on his mind, and ben’s twisting, turning, until he’s laying on his other side. looking at the other man’s bare back. the mess of his hair from sleeping.     “you okay?”     he knows he isn’t. he wants stan to be the one to say it, though.     “another dream?”     he doesn’t take offence when stan grunts his reply, as he’s clearly torn between laying back down and getting out of bed. in the end, stan does the former. something close to guarded in his eyes as he lays back down and looks over towards him. ben doesn’t touch him. not yet. not until stan tells him that he can.     “just breathe--  you’re okay.  it’s okay, babe.”

[gobeepmyself]

INTRODUCING: 

bill denbrough

                                     eddie kaspbrak

                                                                            stanley uris

                                                                                                             richie tozier

[trackshorts]

@avemvigilate xoxo i love u sm bless u

    it’s a little bit of a relief that they don’t have the same homeroom as richie, cuz he’d probably do some obnoxious voice like STAN THE MAN FINALLY DECIDED TO JOIN US AT THE BIG KID’S TABLE JUST IN TIME FOR SENIOR YEAR! or something stupid like that. eddie settles for a grin, because it’s easier, because he wants to. “glad that we’re at least gonna graduate together but it sucks that you had to spend your last summer in high school doing homework the whole ass time.”

[clownfeared]

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“Stan the man !” Richie looked up at him, his tone loud with excitement as he clambered out of the hammock he shabbily hung between two trees in his front lawn. “I wanted to show you it, isn’t it fuckin’ sick ? The doctor says I get more ‘ vitamin D  ‘ or whatever but I told that shmuck I’m not gay and I won’t have any of that bullshit.” He snorted as he wiggled his finger in front of him, the other hand on his hip with a straightened posture for emphasis.

[richtozicr]

@avemvigilate  / zombies are coming ( sc ).

       “ get in the FUCKING CAR, URIS ---- “ he yelled, sprinting over to the car before dropping his keys. A loud curse dropped from his lips as Richie scrambled to grab the car keys. “STANLEY HURRY THE FUCK UP. “ he shouted, trying to place the key in the fob so that it would unlock the car.        oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK    ---- !      The battery on the remote had died many weeks ago, so to make more thinks complicated Richie had to literally unlock his car manually. He looked past at the maybe 63 zombies that were headed their way. Not all of them were runners, which was good, but he knew if they kept dillydallying, they’d have to deal with all of them anyhow. Why the FUCK did ammunition runs always fucking go wrong? why didn’t derry have a gun dealer in town? it was even worse they had to drive 58 miles away!

[kasptwin]

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    “hey.” he slows his bike down, waddle-walking with it so he can keep pace with stan on the sidewalk. they’re not really friends, not like stan and eddie are, but stan’s one of the best outfielders under fifteen that plays out behind tracker bros, so ted doesn’t feel like talking to him is a waste of time. he’s never sure if stan feels the same way or not -- the feelings that radiate off him are complicated, muddled, hard to understand. not for the first time, ted understands why people think stan is so much older than he really is. “me and a few boys are playing today after lunch. you got anything better to do?”

[jakoburis-blog]

@avemvigilate​​​  liked  for  a  starter .

     catching up with stan felt almost long overdue at this point, and there was a pang of guilt in his chest that he hadn’t reached out sooner ;  but stanley had his own life, with a wife and job and what not.  or at least, that’s what he’d told himself.  maybe he was just a bad brother.  that was probably it.  his thumb clicked stan’s name in his phone, holding it to his ear and waiting.  why was his heart racing?  

[gobeepmyself]

@avemvigilate cont.

If Richie had the ability, he would cocoon the fuck out of Stan. He would develop their symbiotic relationship beyond all scientific understanding: crack open every single bone of his ribs until he could be a good, safe home to Stan, warm him up in the sickest of ways until he was absorbed into Richie’s soul. Where Stan was passive and graceful enough with words to be willing to throw words back and forth and maybe call it a fight, Richie would scrap until his knuckles bled and his teeth sung from impact. 

If it meant, of course, keeping Stan scooped up and out of the way of nasty little idiots with a big dick to pull out of their pants in the name of showing off.

“Not even a little bit?” And, ok, that’s cool voice, just... it sounds weird and off, not like Richie at all. Uncharacteristic? Yeah, he could apply that. It came out too soft, didn’t fall right to be slipped into an amusement category. Sure, Richie was concerned and he wanted Stan to know that but Stan was the one in the position of ... not weakness, like his brain wanted to supply for lack of word, but... vulnerable? That suited. Use it in a sentence:

Stan was very vulnerable and Richie could be a good friend and fucking support him. If that meant literally? Let’s fucking go.

“I’ll consider it.” Stan’s just a little taller than him, but he fits so nicely into a hug. He’s much lither and Richie akins him to the birds he loves so much. Stan, if he tried hard enough, could probably take flight with hollow bones. He’s a source of toasty comfort, despite needing it himself. Their ears rub, and Richie nuzzles into him dramatically like a dog - hoping to pull a laugh, and overwhelm Stan with affection until he forgets the evidence of the hurt on his skin and the feeling of it in his chest where his heart thumps, thumps, thumps into Richie’s. 

Quietly, he offers: “You’re ok.” like if he says it low enough it might not have even been there in the first place. Richie’s not good at mothering, at being kind, at being the best.

That’s Stan’s talent.