#imstantheloseruris

[nothinglost1976]

Stanley Uris and drinking tended to be a pretty bad combination. He always got flirty and most of the time his night ended in some weird shit. Usually making out with complete strangers. That was something that Stan didn’t do any normal day. Flirting and making out (while having his hands all over them).

Stan was working on his... Well he wasn’t quite sure what drink he was on. Whatever drink it was had his head swimming and mildly foggy. The male was letting his eyes flicker on the bodies around him. He didn’t know most of the people that were moving around him. He’d lost his friends somewhere in the club and was sitting alone.

He loved his friends but he hated going out to places like this. Stan sighed as he got up from his seat and stumbled a bit. The male swore as he bumped into a couple of people. The 26 year old apologized as he dragged himself through the crowd of people. Just before he could reach his destination, someone collided with the male, knocking him into a woman. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” He gasped, having knocked her drink from her hand. @babylovepattycakes

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@imstantheloseruris​ liked for vampire eddie

   He could eat the food but it didn’t really bring any kind of satisfaction to him, not like the blood had. Honestly, he had no idea what to make with this whole thing, but he had come to the whole vampire conclusion. Besides the fact that he could consume food, and walk around in the sunlight was something that proved him wrong, but what else could it be? The kids around him in the cafeteria seemed to prove his point because he was positive the pounding he heard in his ears were heartbeats.

   The same thing while he was at home with his mom, just the constant thumping.

   It wasn’t something he had told any of the Losers yet. In fact, he had been avoiding them as much as he could, but since he had come back to school, it would probably be a bit more difficult.

   Eddie sat alone, nibbling on something he had grabbed from the choice of lunch foods, trying to stare off and zone out so he wouldn’t be distracted (and tempted) by everyone around him.

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@imstantheloseruris cont from x

Sure, maybe it was dumb to comment on the waitress’ boobs in the middle of brunch but such was the side effect of too many mimosas and unearned confidence. Stan only saw the slap and had immediately jumped to the conclusion he’d made an ass of himself (nevermind that he was right; he was always right). “Whatever would lead you to the conclusion this is my fault, Stanley old man?” He replied, his mouth open in feigned shock.

He glanced to the waitress who was whispering with her coworker and glaring in his general direction and back to Stan. “All I’m saying is, I don’t hate women--I love them, too much if anything. Besides, I thought she’d like hearing how hot her body is.”

[hauntedxwritings]

@imstantheloseruris​

For some reason tumblr doesn’t want to let me respond to any messages, but I needed to respond to this.  YOU are amazing.  I can’t wait to write our new stuff together.  I can’t wait for Stan and Bev cuddles and her playing with his curls.  I can’t wait for everything ​that can come from the two admitting there’s feelings between them.  You are one of two people who have made me feel welcome in the IT community.

[scribedhorror]

@imstantheloseruris​ || meme  “All I know is I’m eating cookies and none of you are.”

Bill chuckled--- mostly to himself--- at Stan’s announcement as he sat on the couch in their shared apartment, munching on cookies and looking like he was the happiest person in the universe right now, although he knew that was mostly due to the fact that he was hammered. It was one of the rare occasions where they were hosting a gathering for all their friends which had inevitably turned into a raucous party. 

The benefit of having the party at their place was that they didn’t have to go anywhere and could enjoy themselves as much as they wanted--- something Stan had apparently been taking advantage of--- but the downside would be the next day when they needed to clean up while hungover. Bill thought that one of them would be suffering more than the other come morning.

He plopped himself down next to Stan on the couch, his arm stretching out along the back of the couch behind his room mate while the other balanced his beer on his knee. “Are you gonna share those, Stan?” Bill asked, lifting the bottle to his lips to take a swig. Anyone that knew Bill knew that he had a weakness for the treats.

[re-kaspbrak]

The last couple of days had been a whirlwind to say the least. While Derry wasn’t as stressful as being alone with her mother (even with the psychotic clown), it was still a nerve wracking and terrifying experience. Reggie lost it when she saw her father horrendously injured. This caused the rest of the world (except Eddie) to fade around her as if she was seeing and hearing everything from underwater. She had insisted on staying by his side the whole way into the hospital until she was pulled away as the nurses and doctors took him into surgery. They had him in surgery for hours, well actually, nearly a whole day. Yet Reggie barely sat down the entire time and instead just paces around the waiting room. The teen was filled with a numb sensation despite the racing thoughts. 

A sense of relief only coming over her once the doctor’s informed them Eddie had made it out of surgery and lead them to his room. While they said it would probably take days if not weeks for him to fully wake up, Reggie was determined to stay by him. Sleep felt like a fairytale as she worriedly stayed awake all night holding her father’s hand. By the time morning came and the next wave of his friends came in to take their turn on ‘Eddie Watch’ it was obvious to everyone except Reggie that she definitely could have used a break to walk around and get some food. When she notices one of his friends walk over to her she looks up at him and gives him a light smile. @imstantheloseruris​

[perfectmetaphore]

Starter for @imstantheloseruris​

“Fucking FUCK!”

He should have known better. God fuck it. 

No matter how many times he kicks the stupid wheel of his STUPID car, the bastard won’t start. No wonder, considering how the motor is aggressively hissing at him. 

So, what now? Stuck right here in the open, easy prey for whatever walking plague that might stumble upon him. Good fucking riddance. 

A huff escapes him, then one last kick to the wheel, before he rests against the side of his black Audi. Well, it’s not exactly his, but the details aren’t important. Whoever owned this shitsack of a car has no need for it anymore anyway. Silver had made sure of that. 

“So... what kind of a brilliant plan do you have to get us out of here then? If this fucker explodes, we’re gonna have a hell of a big problem, mate” 

Now that the rage has calmed into a light boil, he can trust his temper to keep cool, and so he moves to the opposite of the car to stare at his ‘companion’. Arms crossed over his chest in expectation. 

[ofbluemuses]

@imstantheloseruris​ liked for a starter

     “so do you always have this face or are you here to have fun?” Niamh raises an eyebrow at him, sliding the drink he ordered. “not gonna tell you to smile because that is the most annoying thing, but if you need anything just let me know” She winks.

[timetofloat]

Birds and Nightmares(Closed Rp)

{Closed rp with @imstantheloseruris​}

Richie was staring down blankly at the lunch table he was sitting at, a warm coffee in his hands as he was waiting for the Losers to come to join him. Coffee honestly has been his lifeline for the past week. There was dark circles underneath his eyes from the lack of sleep, they weren’t really that noticeable by the rims of his glasses. He was just plain exhausted and it was because he hardly had gotten a full nights of sleep in almost a week…

If he fell asleep all that would greet him would be nightmares…there was a man with a burnt up face and knives on his fingers chasing him, tormenting him, trying to kill him…the guys name was Freddy and Richie would always wake up screaming from him.

He hasn’t talked about it to any of the Losers yet or even his own family, he was afraid of them thinking he was crazy, some days Richie thought himself he was going crazy! He tried to play it off like everything was okay with him but in reality it wasn’t and the problem was getting worse.

He has been staying up for so long now he was falling asleep in random moments and not even realizing it. Like last night, he fell asleep without even knowing…Freddy had slashed his arms with his glove and pinned him down, raising a hand for the kill but then he woke up by falling off his bed. He noticed his arm was bleeding, he rushed into the bathroom to wash his arm and when all the blood was gone, Richie noticed the slash marks…

He just couldn’t understand how he got injured in the dream and he woke up with that same injury. It was really starting to freak him out now. Richie bandaged up his arm as best he could secretly and wore a sweater today so no one could ask questions about it.

As Richie was starting to drift off, a clawed glove got close to his face, almost to feel up his cheek but then all of the sudden a hand tapped his shoulders and Richie let out a yelp and jolted up in a panic. His eyes were wide in panic and his coffee was spilled all over the table.

[richiefuckintozierr]

@imstantheloseruris || s.c.

             His hair is standing up in every direction, shirt wrinkled and a grass stain on his jeans from falling down yesterday. After a half-hearted see ya later to Melissa (Melinda? Richie isn’t entirely sure anymore) he slips from the brightly decorated dorm room into the dull, predominantly beige hallway. 

           A familiar figure disappears around the corner just as Richie is shutting the door. “Stan!” Richie adjusts the weight of his backpack -- filled with the necessary textbooks for Mondays and Wednesdays and certainly useless for today’s classes -- on his shoulder, bounding down the hallway toward his friend. 

          “Fuckin’ fancy seeing you here!”

[richiebeepbeeptozier]

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

“Worth it.” He mumbled into Stan’s neck, hands still wandering. “I mean if you want me to stop?”

[nothinglost1976]

“I don’t want to wake up right now. I’d much rather be asleep.” He groaned as he rolled onto his side.

{{Open}}

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@imstantheloseruris​ liked for vampire eddie

   There never seemed to be a good enough reason for Eddie to track down his friends after he had crawled out of the Derry sewers. He had woken up alone, the scene around him crumbled down, so he had to assume that he had died, and the others left to save themselves. Well, he had only come to that conclusion, that he had died, after feeding the first few times. His friends believed him to be dead, and wasn’t that technically what he was? Why ruin their lives by popping up again?

   So when Stanley had seen him, Eddie froze, and his plans seemed to have crumbled. Stan surely wouldn’t let him walk away.

   Here was Eddie, a vampire, and he was standing in front of one of his best friends, actually scared of what came next.

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@imstantheloseruris cont from x

A languid smile hid Richie’s real concern over the way Stan was drinking. He never saw the other go so hard on the heavy stuff and he sensed that he might be going too deep by keeping up with Richie. “You’re so articulate right now Stan the man,” he replied flatly. “It’s not about being bossy although I’m pretty good at that under the right circumstances.” His grin stretched into a roguish smirk at the other man, pleased by the ease he felt flirting right now despite his fear that Stan was too far gone.

Richie’s brow furrowed and he looked at the glasses littering the table between them. “I’ve had just as many as you--I’m just a professional,” he argued, opening up his phone to order an Uber back to his place before the other could even make the suggestion of leaving. He paused in the action as Stan leaned closer, whiskey heavy on the man’s breath. The drinks hit him just as the man batted his eyelashes and whispered the compliment to him. A rush of heat to his face and his heart leaped into his throat. He rarely saw Stan this open and vulnerable. Trying desperately to breathe as the other wrapped himself around Richie, he nodded. “Yup, that’s what I’m trying to do,” he murmured before raking his fingers through the other’s curly hair. “One request; If you’re gonna puke--please do it while we’re here. My uber rating can’t survive another set of pyrotechnics.”

[hauntedxwritings]

Stans Alive AU For @imstantheloseruris

The Losers had been celebrating their victory over IT, and mourning the loss of their friends before Beverly exclaimed loudly.  "Holy Shit..” Bev couldn’t help the exclamation that escaped her lips upon seeing the man standing behind Richie and Eddie.  “Stan..”  She looked confused for a few moments, before stepping forward.  “Stan is that really you..”  She stops just a few steps before him, her eyes fixed on his.

[scribedhorror]

@imstantheloseruris​ 

“Big Bill Denbrough. It’s been a good while since I’ve laid eyes on you. How are you?”

Blue eyes widened in surprise, the voice recognizable immediately despite, like the other man had said, the length of time that had passed since they had seen each other. “Stan?” Bill greeted with a bright, wide, grin, his excitement evident in his demeanor. 

“I’m alright,” as alright as anyone could be after everything, really, “how’re you?” The author asked, fingers raking through his hair as he smiled up at the taller man.