ego // oneshots

bandages → stan uris

→ hey! this is trans!stan so if you're not into that i'll be writing more cool stuff soon :) i just really enjoy this headcanon as a trans person !!
this also contains unsafe things like binding with bandages and tape. if you're trans and bind i implore you to look into safer methods of binding your chest. i have resources if you need any !

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knowing stan, the reason all his friends assumed he wore long sleeves and his shorts to the quarry was fear of the dirty water touching his bare skin. "that's disgusting" he'd say as he watched his male counterparts strip down to their underwear and jump into the water without second thought.

yet, here richie sat. with a dripping wet stan uris sat opposite a pile of equally wet ace bandages that were tightly bound around him. stan was holding his chest, but behind his arm the scabs and bruises made from the fabric digging into his skin was no secret. stan's eyes were darting everywhere except richie's face. he couldn't bare to see the probable look of disgust that his best friend was holding. i mean shit, way to drop a bomb. just a nice walk after a swim and the freak passes out, only to be discovered as a mega freak.

however, richie knelt down next to stan and let his cold fingers run down the bruises. stan shivered and shifted away from his touch. "stan, this needs to stop" he said, looking at his friend who is still refusing to make eye contact. stan reached for the bandages, richie smacked his hand away. he sighed and grabbed for them again. "what else do you want me to do?" he asked, buttoning up his shirt with shaking hands. "i want you to be safe." richie said, stalling his trembling hands on his chest.

"listen stan, i don't care that you have tits. you're a boy. you always have been. but you're smarter than this. i know you are." and with that, he finished buttoning up stan's shirt and took it upon himself to take the bandages out of stan's possession. "no more of these, yeah? i don't need you dying on me."

richie tozier fashioned stanley uris his first binder out of a pair of compression shorts. he embroidered his full name on the back in shitty script because he was too prideful to ask bev for help. stan cried for two days out of sheer gratefulness.