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Glad You Came | stanley barber

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fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 635

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian's noun (ex: mom, dad, grandma, etc.)

summary | FLUFFY STANLEY B X READER WHERE THE READER IS PLAYING WITH STANS CURLS AND SMELLING HIS HAIR WHILE STAN IS SPOONING THS READER. THANK YOU ❤️♥️❤️♥️

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Stan yawned as he pulled his ancient car into the driveway of his house. Once it was off, he leaned his head on the steering wheel. It was a long day at work, and he couldn’t wait to get inside and pass the hell out. A tap on the window met his ears and he was ready to explain to his dad why he was home so late, but when he looked up he saw a much more pleasant sight. It was you, the person he loved more than anything else in the world. He painstakingly rolled his window down, every torturous minute cursing their impracticality.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. You laughed and opened the door of his car.

“This would’ve been much easier than rolling the window down you know?” You replied. He frowned as he realized that you were right. And thus began the equally torturous dilemma of winding it back up.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He said as he pulled his keys out of the ignition. You smiled.

“Is it a crime to want to see my boyfriend after his arduous day of work?”

Stan gently shut the car door, minimizing the sound in hopes of not waking his father up. He turned around and drooped his arms around your waist.

“I suppose not.” He replied, kissing your forehead. You give him a goofy smile as a blush spread across your cheeks.

“My (g/n) said I could spend the night if that’s alright with you.” You said as you draped your arms around his neck.

“Hm… I’ll have to check if my dad is sleeping, so wait here.” He replied, giving you another kiss on your forehead. He walked to his front door and pulled out his keys, unlocking it as quietly as he could. He peeked his head inside, having a clear shot of his father passed out on the couch. He smiled and motioned you over, to which you happily complied. He opened the door and put his finger in front of his lips, telling you to be quiet. You nodded before quickly and silently making your way to his room.

You took off your shoes and sat on his bed, making yourself comfortable. It was incredibly inviting, especially after having walked all the way from your house to his. Sure, it wasn’t an insane trip, but it was late, and you were oh so tired. After a few minutes, he joined you with a large smile on his face.

“Took you long enough.” You teased. He chuckled and locked his bedroom door.

“Oh Stanley, you’re not trying to pull a fast one on your dear old partner, are you?” You ask, despite knowing the answer. His face blushed slightly before he flopped himself on his bed.

“I just don’t want my dad to come in. You know he’d throw a fit if he saw you here.” He replied. You silently nodded and placed your hands on his head, which was conveniently close to your lap, and began to massage his scalp. He sighed in relief as he turned his body so he could hug your legs. You laughed and continued to play with his curls, a fond smile adorned your face as you looked down at him.

Your constant ruffling and massaging of his hair made the scent waft up to you, and you realized he must’ve washed it recently. It smelled distinctly of pine, and you silently cursed yourself for being such a romantic that you recognized it. This man had you at your knees for him.

“I’m glad you came.” You heard him say, but his words were muffled by your thighs. You smiled.

“Me too.”

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #non binary reader #fluff #glad you came #canislupus.txt

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Hate | eddie munson

SPOILER FREE

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | (munson) no pronouns used

requested | anonymous

warnings | angst, shitty older sibling, reader gets called a whore, brief mention of drugs

word count | 531

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | hi can I request a fic with a younger sibling of Eddie Munson where Eddie is very mad at the reader for wearing a kinda of revealing with fishnets and vinyl and Eddie is like people are going to treat U like a whore but the reader snaps and yells at Eddie that he is a horrible brother Like pure angst

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You hummed quietly as you sat in front of the mirror propped against your wall. The radio was tuned to a random station, playing a song you vaguely recognized enough to know the beat but not enough to know the words.

You uncapped your black pencil eyeliner and slowly drew a line under your bottom and top lid. You smudged it with your middle finger until the line was no longer there and all that remained was a dark shadow around your eyes. You then pulled your eye down and began to apply the eyeliner to your waterline.

Once you were finished, you stood up and checked your outfit, making sure you looked good. Everything seemed to be in order so you grabbed your backpack and turned off your radio to conserve electricity.

“Eddie, I’m ready!” You called as you walked out of your room and into the living room. Eddie was sitting on the couch, watching TV as he waited for you. He glanced at you before frowning.

“What are you wearing?” He asked. You raised your eyebrows.

“Clothes?” You asked, unsure of what he meant.

“You look like a whore.” He replied. You crossed your arms.

“I’m wearing fishnets and shorts? How do I look like a whore?” You asked.

“Since when do you dress like that?” He asks as he stands up.

“There’s nothing wrong with how I’m dressed.” You fight back.

You never got along with your older brother, but lately, he’d been acting worse than usual. If you had to put money on what it was, you’d say it was his drug use, but you knew he’d never admit that. Every day he had to pick a fight with you about something, no matter how small, and you were getting sick of it. You weren’t going to back down this time.

“Seriously? Do you want people to treat you like a whore (Y/n)? Go back into your room and change.” Eddie says, glaring down at you.

“I’m not changing! I like my outfit and there’s nothing wrong with it!” You yell.

“I’m not fucking asking (Y/n) Munson. You’re not going to school looking like a whore on my watch so go fucking change!” He yelled back. The volume of his voice brought tears to the corners of your eyes. You were so overwhelmed with emotion that you shoved him and stormed back to your room. You slammed your door shut and began to cry.

“You’re a horrible brother! I hate you!” You scream through the door as you sink onto the ground.

“Find your own fucking ride to school then!” He yelled. You could hear the front door slam shut as you choked out another sob. You held yourself as you continued to shake and cry, hearing your brother's piece of shit car peel off.

After crying for who knows how long, you looked up from your knees and saw yourself in your mirror. Your eyeliner was terribly smudged and running down your cheeks. You sniffled and wiped your face, sighing before leaning your head against the wall and looking at the ceiling.

“I hate you.” You whispered, before starting to cry once again.

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Progress | stanley barber

YOU ARE READING PART TWO

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | no pronouns used

requested | Anonymous

warnings | body image issues, bulimia

word count | 574

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | HHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII so u know that Stanley b x reader where reader has bulimia. So like a part 2 maybe where the reader is acho ting lunch and wants to throws up but doesn't and when they get home Stan gives them love and cuddles and puts them in his lap and plays with the reader hair and says he proud they didn't throw up. Thannnnnks♥️❤️♥️❤️

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A few weeks had passed since Stanley confronted you about your bulimia. It was difficult at first to talk to him about it. You were so scared of admitting it to yourself, but once you did, everything rushed out of you like a tidal wave of emotion. You remembered the night you came clean about everything, sobbing violently in his arms as he assured you that it would all be okay. That was also the night he kissed you tenderly and asked to be your boyfriend. Of course, you said yes.

Stanley was always patient with you. Often times he’d hold your hand while you ate, squeezing it occasionally to remind you that he was there. It was a small gesture, but oh so appreciated. Today was one of those days. You were finding it particularly difficult to stomach the food in front of you and he could tell. Every time you took a bite, you had to double your time not taking a bite. Setting your food down and stopping altogether.

“Hey… Are you okay?” He whispered, not wanting to draw attention to your eating as he knew how much you hated that. You swallowed and nodded.

“Y-Yeah I think I’m just… I think I’m just done for the day.” You replied, trying to hide the shame you felt.

“Hey, you did great! You ate the perfect amount, okay?” He reassured you, to which you smiled in response.

“Thanks, Stanley.” You whispered. He kissed your cheek, still squeezing your hand.

“Gross,” Sydney said, stretching out the o in her statement. You looked at her and raised your eyebrows.

“Ever since you guys started dating you’ve made me a massive third wheel. Have some decency.” She said as she threw a fry at you. You laughed and threw the fry back at her, but missed terribly. The playful shift helped distract you from thinking of the food you just ate, and you were thankful for that.

>><<

You were thankful to be able to flop onto Stanley’s bed at the end of the school day. It always seemed so much comfier than yours. Maybe it’s because it was his, but no matter the reason, you were making yourself comfortable regardless.

“I see someone is ready to take a nap,” Stanley said as he entered his room. You looked up and smiled.

“Maybe.” You responded before closing your eyes. You felt the bed shift next to you and arms wrap around your waist. You turned and opened your eyes, your vision filling with the image of his wonderful face. His gentle smile. His sparkling eyes. Everything you loved about him.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered. Your face became a considerable shade of red.

“Proud of me?” You asked.

“Yes. You did amazing today with lunch. You’ve been doing amazing for the past few weeks actually. I’m just so incredibly proud of you.” He replied. You felt tears well up in your eyes at his words, but you didn’t want him to see you cry. Not again. You buried your face in his chest and held him tightly, to which he chuckled in response.

“You’re so cute.” He whispered, beginning to play with your hair. You always savored this side of him. The side no one else got to see. The incredibly romantic side that you could never get enough of. You melted into his touch as he massaged your scalp. What a lovely night.

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #fluff #angst #progress #canislupus.txt

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Glad You Came | stanley barber

>>gif credit to @/232p on tenor<<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | she/her (he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 635

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian's noun (ex: mom, dad, grandma, etc.)

summary | FLUFFY STANLEY B X READER WHERE THE READER IS PLAYING WITH STANS CURLS AND SMELLING HIS HAIR WHILE STAN IS SPOONING THS READER. THANK YOU ❤️♥️❤️♥️

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Stan yawned as he pulled his ancient car into the driveway of his house. Once it was off, he leaned his head on the steering wheel. It was a long day at work, and he couldn’t wait to get inside and pass the hell out. A tap on the window met his ears and he was ready to explain to his dad why he was home so late, but when he looked up he saw a much more pleasant sight. It was you, the girl he loved more than anything else in the world. He painstakingly rolled his window down, every torturous minute cursing their impracticality.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. You laughed and opened the door of his car.

“This would’ve been much easier than rolling the window down you know?” You replied. He frowned as he realized that you were right. And thus began the equally torturous dilemma of winding it back up.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He said as he pulled his keys out of the ignition. You smiled.

“Is it a crime to want to see my boyfriend after his arduous day of work?”

Stan gently shut the car door, minimizing the sound in hopes of not waking his father up. He turned around and drooped his arms around your waist.

“I suppose not.” He replied, kissing your forehead. You give him a goofy smile as a blush spread across your cheeks.

“I told my (g/n) I was staying at Sydney’s so I can stay with you tonight if that’s alright.” You said as you draped your arms around his neck.

“Hm… I’ll have to check if my dad is sleeping, so wait here.” He replied, giving you another kiss on your forehead. He walked to his front door and pulled out his keys, unlocking it as quietly as he could. He peeked his head inside, having a clear shot of his father passed out on the couch. He smiled and motioned you over, to which you happily complied. He opened the door and put his finger in front of his lips, telling you to be quiet. You nodded before quickly and silently making your way to his room.

You took off your shoes and sat on his bed, making yourself comfortable. It was incredibly inviting, especially after having walked all the way from your house to his. Sure, it wasn’t an insane trip, but it was late, and you were oh so tired. After a few minutes, he joined you with a large smile on his face.

“Took you long enough.” You teased. He chuckled and locked his bedroom door.

“Oh Stanley, you’re not trying to pull a fast one on your dear old girlfriend, are you?” You ask, despite knowing the answer. His face blushed slightly before he flopped himself on his bed.

“I just don’t want my dad to come in. You know he’d throw a fit if he saw you here.” He replied. You silently nodded and placed your hands on his head, which was conveniently close to your lap, and began to massage his scalp. He sighed in relief as he turned his body so he could hug your legs. You laughed and continued to play with his curls, a fond smile adorned your face as you looked down at him.

Your constant ruffling and massaging of his hair made the scent waft up to you, and you realized he must’ve washed it recently. It smelled distinctly of pine, and you silently cursed yourself for being such a romantic that you recognized it. This man had you at your knees for him.

“I’m glad you came.” You heard him say, but his words were muffled by your thighs. You smiled.

“Me too.”

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #female reader #fluff #glad you came #canislupus.txt

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Glad You Came | stanley barber

>>gif credit to @/232p on tenor<<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 635

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian's noun (ex: mom, dad, grandma, etc.)

summary | FLUFFY STANLEY B X M READER WHERE THE READER IS PLAYING WITH STANS CURLS AND SMELLING HIS HAIR WHILE STAN IS SPOONING THS M READER. THANK YOU ❤️♥️❤️♥️

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Stan yawned as he pulled his ancient car into the driveway of his house. Once it was off, he leaned his head on the steering wheel. It was a long day at work, and he couldn’t wait to get inside and pass the hell out. A tap on the window met his ears and he was ready to explain to his dad why he was home so late, but when he looked up he saw a much more pleasant sight. It was you, the boy he loved more than anything else in the world. He painstakingly rolled his window down, every torturous minute cursing their impracticality.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. You laughed and opened the door of his car.

“This would’ve been much easier than rolling the window down you know?” You replied. He frowned as he realized that you were right. And thus began the equally torturous dilemma of winding it back up.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He said as he pulled his keys out of the ignition. You smiled.

“Is it a crime to want to see my boyfriend after his arduous day of work?”

Stan gently shut the car door, minimizing the sound in hopes of not waking his father up. He turned around and drooped his arms around your waist.

“I suppose not.” He replied, kissing your forehead. You give him a goofy smile as a blush spread across your cheeks.

“My (g/n) said I could spend the night if that’s alright.” You said as you draped your arms around his neck.

“Hm… I’ll have to check if my dad is sleeping, so wait here.” He replied, giving you another kiss on your forehead. He walked to his front door and pulled out his keys, unlocking it as quietly as he could. He peeked his head inside, having a clear shot of his father passed out on the couch. He smiled and motioned you over, to which you happily complied. He opened the door and put his finger in front of his lips, telling you to be quiet. You nodded before quickly and silently making your way to his room.

You took off your shoes and sat on his bed, making yourself comfortable. It was incredibly inviting, especially after having walked all the way from your house to his. Sure, it wasn’t an insane trip, but it was late, and you were oh so tired. After a few minutes, he joined you with a large smile on his face.

“Took you long enough.” You teased. He chuckled and locked his bedroom door.

“Oh Stanley, you’re not trying to pull a fast one on your dear old boyfriend, are you?” You ask, despite knowing the answer. His face blushed slightly before he flopped himself on his bed.

“I just don’t want my dad to come in. You know he’d throw a fit if he saw you here. He swears I’m gay.” He replied.

“Well… Aren’t you?” You asked with a laugh. He laughed along.

“Something of that sort.” He replied. You placed your hands on his head, which was conveniently close to your lap, and began to massage his scalp. He sighed in relief as he turned his body so he could hug your legs. You laughed and continued to play with his curls, a fond smile adorned your face as you looked down at him.

Your constant ruffling and massaging of his hair made the scent waft up to you, and you realized he must’ve washed it recently. It smelled distinctly of pine, and you silently cursed yourself for being such a romantic that you recognized it. This man had you at your knees for him.

“I’m glad you came.” You heard him say, but his words were muffled by your thighs. You smiled.

“Me too.”

#i am not okay with this imagine #ianowt imagine #i am not okay with this #ianowt #sydney novak #stanley barber #dina #brad lewis #stanley barber imagine #stanley barber x reader #fluff #glad you came #canislupus.txt #male reader

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First Day Jitters | mike wheeler

fandom | Stranger Things

character | Mike Wheeler

reader | no pronouns used

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 522

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Do you think you can do a Mike wheeler x reader fluff where the reader has anxiety and Mike helps them? Thank you.

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You exhaled as the daunting entrance of Hawkins High School stared back at you. It was your first day of freshman year and you could feel your heart thumping aggressively. Since Will and El had moved to California you were starting the year with two fewer friends than usual, which wasn’t boding well. You began to chew on your nails, wondering how the hell you were gonna get through this.

“Hey,” A gentle voice called from beside you. You turned your head to see your best friend of nine years standing next to you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, laying a hand on your shoulder. You looked at your feet and swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You replied, your voice shaking slightly. Mike looked around at the crowds of students scattered across the campus. He patted your shoulder lightly.

“Follow me.” He said. You would’ve asked why but he’d already started to walk away. You raised your eyebrows and speed-walked to him, falling into step beside him.

“Where are we going?” You asked. He turned a corner and sat down on a staircase. It looked like a more secluded area of the school.

“Sit down.” He said as he pats the space next to him. You shrugged and did so, leaning against the brick wall.

“So what’s wrong?” He asked. You sighed and leaned your head back, looking up at the sky.

“I told you, Mike, I’m fine.” You replied. He shook his head.

“Come on, don’t lie to me (Y/n).” Mike said as he nudged you with the toe of his shoe. You sighed and closed your eyes, squeezing them tightly.

“I-I don’t know. Just like… Aren’t you scared? Will and El are gone, we’re starting high school, what if Dustin and Lucas and Max don’t want to be friends anymore? What if… what if you don’t wanna be my friend anymore…” You whispered the last part, dropping your head into your knees. You heard mike shuffle closer before he gently grabbed your hands.

“Hey, I’m never gonna stop being your friend (Y/n). Neither will El and Will, even though they’re in California. And Dustin, who would he geek out about math with? Max wouldn’t have anyone to battle for the top spot on the arcades with. I mean, you’re the only person who holds a candle to her. And Lucas would never survive without someone to give him advice about his failing relationship. High school isn’t changing anything. The party would never be the same without you.“ He reassured you. You looked up and sniffled, trying to wipe away your tears with your shoulders. Mike laughed and wiped them gently with his sleeve.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for class. Maybe we can even ask around and see if there’s a comic book club or DnD club or something like that.” He suggested with a shrug as he stood up. You stood up after him and nodded.

“Yeah, I think that’d be fun. Thanks, Mike.” You replied. He flashed you a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Of course.”

#stranger things imagine #stranger things cast #stranger things #the duffer brothers #the party #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #will byers #eleven #011 #jane hopper #eleven hopper #jane ives #el hopper #fluff #first day jitters #canislupus.txt

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Thanks for the Company | daniel howell

YOU ARE READING PART ELEVEN

fandom | Dan and Phil

character | Daniel Howell

reader | no pronouns used

requested | No

warnings | None

word count | 1,153

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (f/c) = favorite color

summary | Furniture, paint, and far too much physical activity for any of you to enjoy the day, but it's a lot more enjoyable when Dan and Phil keep you company

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You perused the aisles, tracing your fingers across a few of the display chairs that were set up. The two men followed close behind you, occasionally stopping to examine something or other. You had a vague idea of what you wanted for your clinic or at least the feel of it. The real trick was finding the furniture that matched.

As you continued examining the chairs, a set caught your eye. The wood was a dark oak and the cushions were (f/c). They were a good size and weren’t too expensive. You took a seat, smiling as you did so. They were incredibly comfortable. You looked it over one more time before smiling and turning toward Dan and Phil.

“What do you guys think?” You asked. Phil tilted his head and shrugged.

“I mean… Wouldn’t rolly chairs be better for the desks?” He asked. Dan laughed and shook his head.

“For the waiting chairs in the lobby, you idiot.” He said. You too couldn’t help but laugh, and soon enough Phil joined in as well.

“Well, there’s no need to be mean.” He said. You took a quick photo of the product tag.

“I’ll probably get… 10 I think. That many will fit nicely against the wall. Which leaves end tables, desks, and desk chairs.”

“What about operation tables? That seems like something important.” Phil asked. You put your phone in your pocket and laughed.

“Yes, those are quite important but IKEA doesn't sell medical supplies like that.” You replied, starting to walk through another aisle. Dan snickered and you’re heart began to thump loudly in your ears. You were so easy, or was he just that charming?

“Is today a be mean to Phil day? Did I miss the memo?” He asked, fake pouting. You smiled and shook your head.

“Come on you oaf, we still have lots of things to buy.” You said. He sighed and trudged behind you, Dan following suit.

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You let out a loud exhale as you managed to finish loading all the furniture pieces into your car. You leaned against the side, the line of sweat on your brow quick to trickle down the rest of your face. Both Dan and Phil looked as equally exhausted as you felt.

“God, please tell me there’s no more heavy lifting,” Dan said, his hands on his knees. You chucked and checked your watch.

“Just moving them out of the car and into the clinic. First, though we’ve gotta stop by Home Depot to get some paint. Everything else I have to get from a specific shop that carries medical supplies. Thanks for your help so far but if you guys are done for the day then I won't mind.” You said, finally lowering your heart rate enough to deliver your sentence without any issues.

“We can stay and help more, we don’t mind,” Phil replied. Dan was still too winded to object. You shrugged and grabbed your keys from your bag.

“Alrighty then. It’s paint time boys.”

>><<

You sighed as you lugged the last of the paint tins into the clinic, leaving them on the floor of the main room.

“Guys… I don’t even wanna paint anymore. I think I’m just gonna nap on the floor.” You said as you sank down the wall. Dan sighed and did the same.

“I think you overestimated my abilities.” He said, leaning his head back.

“All of us.” Phil chimed in as he sat on the floor as well. You gave a small laugh.

“Thanks for keeping me company, you guys. I appreciate it.” You said, glancing between Dan and Phil.

“Oh stop it! Don’t get all mushy on us.” Phil replied jokingly.

“No, I’m serious! Today would’ve been such a drag without you two.” You said with a small smile.

“Well don’t count on the day not being a drag just yet. We’ve still gotta paint.” Dan chimed in. You sighed loudly.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You groaned out as you stood up. You bent over the paint can and popped it open. You poured a decent amount into the paint tray before standing back up and stretching.

“I’ve got two rollers and a brush. Whoever takes the brush will have to tape and paint the edges and the rollers are pretty simple to use. Who wants what?”

“Well, you wasted no time,” Dan said with a laugh. You smiled and shrugged before offering your hand to Dan to help him up. He raised his eyebrows.

“I could still use the help.” You said in a sing-song voice. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand. You hoisted him up with surprising ease, which he was taken aback by as well. He stumbled on his feet slightly bumping into you before regaining his balance. You looked up at him and gave a sheepish smile.

“Sorry…” You practically whispered. Dan’s heart thumped so loudly he could've sworn you’d be able to hear it.

“No worries…” He replied, still staring down at you.

“So turns out I’m not so good at taping the edges of the walls,” You head Phil say. You backed away from Dan to see blue tape way too far from the wall to make a difference. You laughed and grabbed the tape from him.

“Grab a roller and I’ll work on the edges.” You said with a laugh. You slowly pulled the strip up and rolled up the used parts. You began to tape everything down properly before glancing over your shoulder. Dan had removed his jacket to prevent paint from getting on it and grabbed the roller. You turned back to the wall, and a funny feeling in your stomach started festering once again.

The painting was somewhat calming and you all worked together well. Dan and Phil painted separate walls while you painted the edges around the room. You whistled to yourself quietly as you did so.

“I think I’m finished.” You said, standing up to check that there weren’t any spots that you’d forgotten. Dan sighed and went to lean on the wall to take a break but you quickly grabbed his arm before he could.

“Wet paint!” You exclaimed. He looked between you and the wall before laughing.

“God that would’ve been terrible.” He replied. You laughed and stepped away from him, turning to Phil to see how he was doing. He finished up the last paint stroke and turned around, holding a thumbs up.

“I think we did it.” You said with a smile.

“Finally. My back is killing me.” Phil said, stretching and attempting to pop it.

“Thanks for the help. It would’ve taken ages for me to do it myself. Now all that's left is letting it dry and putting the furniture together. I’ll do that another day though.” You said. Dan curtly nodded his head.

“Good. I don’t think I could handle any more physical activity.”

“Here here.”

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eddie fix it fic PLEASE im begging literally you an do anything you want just fix it my heart was BROKEN

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Sore Sides | stanley barber

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | no pronouns used

requested | Anonymous

warnings | n/a

word count | 1,018

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | A image with Stanley barber x reader where Stanley finds out the reader is ticklish and tortures them the next few days by tickling the reader aLl the next few days, and can you show when Stan tickets them. Thanks.

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You laid contently on your best friend's bed, staring up at the ceiling as he and your other best friend lay on either side of you. The alarm on his nightstand began to buzz, alerting you that it was 6:30.

“Ugh… I have to go.” Sydney said as she sat up from the bed.

“Boooooo.” You replied. She laughed as she grabbed her backpack.

“I have to babysit.”

“Yeah yeah I know. I’m just giving you shit.” You said, not moving from your comfortable position.

“Seriously? Neither of you is going to walk me out?” She asked. You looked at Stan, and since he wasn’t moving, neither were you. You looked back at Syd and shrugged.

“You guys are the worst.” She said as she began to walk out.

“See you later assholes.” She called through the now shut door.

“Byeeeeeeee.” You yelled after her. You sighed contently as you shifted your position, getting even more comfortable. You glanced over at Stanley, seeing he still hadn’t moved.

“Did you fall asleep?” You asked. He grunted and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on! We’re supposed to be hanging out.” You said. He groaned and rolled over. You frowned before poking his side. He turned his head and glared at you.

“Why would you do that? Disturb me when I was resting oh so peacefully.” He said. You could tell he was joking by the tone of his voice. You snickered and continued poking his side.

“You’re such a pest.” He said with a smile before sitting up. You decided not to let this go quite yet as you now jabbed both your index fingers in his side.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” He said, jamming his own fingers in your sides. You gasped as he began to furiously tickle you. You attempted to push his hands away but lost yourself in a fit of laughter. You could see his evil smile in the corner of your eyes that began to well with tears from giggling so hard. It took far too long to pry his hands from your torso.

“Wow, you’re really ticklish.”

“And you’re a fucking dick.” You said in between breaths. He laughed before reclining on the pillows laid across his bed. His eyes stayed focused on you as he formulated a devious plan in his mind.

>>timeskip<<

Your tray clattered on the cafeteria table as you sat down. Your face held a scowl as you stared at the terrible food they had the gall to call “pulled pork.” You silently cursed yourself for forgetting your lunch at him before deciding that there was no way in hell you were gonna eat this. Your carton of chocolate milk was just gonna have to do.

You watched as your friends approached the table and took their respective seats, each with their own trays of awful school lunch. They’d opted for the smarter option and grabbed hamburgers. It was hard to go wrong with cheese and meat between two slices of bread, yet they seemed to manage all the same. You pulled open the top of your milk, bringing it to your lips without a second thought.

Stan smirked and couldn’t help but get a terribly evil idea. He leaned over and began to tickle your sides, causing your eyes to widen. The milk had already passed your throat when he decided to cause trouble which elicited a violent coughing fit combined with your laughter. Tears stung your eyes even quicker than they had last time as you tried your hardest to push away his hands.

“What the hell are you doing Stanley?” Sydney asked. Stan laughed and stopped, finally giving you mercy.

“(Y/n) is ticklish,” Stan replied. You grabbed your water bottle to clear your throat, wiping the tears from your eyes as you did so. You took a minute to gather yourself before shoving him.

“Why the fuck did you do that!?” You shouted. He shrugged before drinking from his own chocolate milk.

“It’s funny.” He said.

“I could’ve choked and died you know.” You said, shooting him a glare. His only response was a large smile.

>>timeskip<<

A few days had passed and Stan continued with his awful tickling. You had no idea why he kept doing it, but it was safe to say it gave him enough reason to steer clear of him. This, however, was proving to be difficult considering he was one of your grand total of two friends, and the only one with a car. You chewed your lip, searching the lot for his yellow ford. You saw it stalled out in a spot, which meant he was still getting out of class.

You felt fingers dig into your sides and move around rapidly, creating the feeling that you had become so used to. Even still, you couldn't stop yourself from laughing. You tried pushing his hands away but were too weak. You were beginning to feel like you couldn’t fight this anymore. You let yourself fall into his arms, your legs betraying you as he continued tickling. But once you were so close, his hands grew still. After a minute of composing yourself, you were still in his arms.

“You stopped.” You said, looking up at him. He looked down, his cheeks flushed red from how intimate the position was.

“Y-Yeah.” He replied. You stood straight up, wondering what had come over him.

“Are we hanging out at your place or not?” You asked. He gave a quick nod before walking to his car, which you gladly followed him to. Once you were seated and buckled in, you looked over at him.

“Seriously though… Why have you been tickling me so much?” You asked. He glanced at you before shrugging.

“I… I think your laugh is cute.” He said, almost too quiet for you to hear. You didn’t know what to say. You’d never expected that response. After a few seconds of silence, you replied.

“Next time why don’t you just try being funny.” He gave a small chuckle and you realized… His laugh was pretty cute too.

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Sticks and Stones | jason dean

fandom | Heathers

character | Jason Dean

reader | he/him(she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | slight angst, homophobic slurs, bullying, physical assault (specifically kicking)

word count | 1,130

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi can I request a image for Jd from heathers the musical x male reader where the reader is getting bullyed and won't tell Jd but Jd froces to the reader to tell him about the bully's, and the fic ends in the reader sitting on Jds lap. Thankd6

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You looked over your shoulder as you began to input the four-digit code to your locker. God knows what would happen if somebody got a hold of it. Once you heard the familiar click of the padlock, you pulled the lever and began to place your chemistry books inside, swapping them for your math notebook and grabbing your bag of writing utensils.

As you clutched your school supplies and attempted to shut your locker, you were shoved, so hard in fact that your forehead hit the cool metal. You yelped in pain, looking over your shoulder to see the group of boys who constantly harassed you. They were much more intimidating than you and always found it easy to fuck with you.

“What are you doing you faggot?” One of them asked, shoving you again. You grimaced, not from just the pain but from the use of that word. Most of the school knew that you were dating another guy, and these cliche high school bullies never let you forget it.

“I-I’m just trying to get to class.” You muttered, attempting to walk away, but they quickly closed ranks, circling you and leaving no way out. You swallowed in fear.

“Please.” You whispered, your voice barely coming out of your throat.

“What was that? Speak up! Are you a fucking girl or something? Talk like a man!”

“Please! P-Please… just let me go to class.” You replied, raising your voice a little too much. The biggest one gave a hearty laugh and shoved you to the floor, delivering a painful kick to your abdomen. You groaned in agony as the others laughed and drove occasional blows as well. You closed your eyes, accepting the pain along with the fact that none of the teachers gave enough of a shit to stop what was happening. You were convinced the faculty rejoiced when these high school cronies kicked out your lights. After all, you were just the school faggot.

“Look at him, crying like a little bitch.” One of them said with a laugh and a final blow to your ribs. You prayed he didn’t break anything. The rest of them snickered as he backed off. It seemed he’d had his fun for the day as he and his friends walked off. You laid on the floor for a minute, watching as everyone else simply walked over your limp body. You took a shaky breath and slowly started lifting yourself from the floor. And just like every other day this occurred, you stood and clutched your sides, continuing as if nothing had happened.

>><<

The final bell of the day rang through your ears and you couldn’t help but sigh with relief. Having to navigate the better half of your day with bruised sides was more than you could handle this early in the week. You gently ran your arm through the backpack strap as to not hurt your fragile frame and began to walk to the front of the school. The distance was relatively short, and you were glad that your boyfriend was already there to greet you.

“Hey there doll, hop in and we’ll head to yours.” He said as he unlocked the doors. You gave a meek smile as you slid into the passenger seat, trying to sink down so no one would see you. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but today was particularly rough and you just wanted it to end. JD was quick to notice your off behavior and the way you were holding your sides but didn’t say anything as he drove off, hoping you’d tell him yourself.

>><<

You’d arrived at your house with JD and for the past hour had simply been lounging in your room. He asked about your day, hoping you’d tell him what happened, but you didn’t budge, reassuring him everything was fine. He knew better.

He watched you now as you stood up from the bed, grimacing as you put pressure on your side. That was his last straw. Something happened to you at school today and he wasn’t going to just let you suffer in silence. He stood next to you and quickly lifted your shirt, enough to see your bruised side. You gasped and pushed his hand away, but he’d seen enough.

“What is that?” He asked. You frowned and crossed your arms.

“Nothing.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Nothing? Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” His temper was rising and you could hear it in his voice.

“Cause I knew this is how you’d react.”

“What is that supposed to mean? React how?”

“Like this Jason. Upset and wanting to know who did it. This shit just happens okay. There’s no reason to get all crazy about it and I knew you would so I just didn’t say anything. Leave it alone.” You argued back. He frowned, but let his anger calm down before speaking again.

“(Y/n). I know you don’t want me to overreact but you have to understand, you’re my boyfriend. I need to know when you’re getting hurt.” He replied, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look at him. You averted eye contact.

“I just… I didn’t want you to worry.” You mumbled.

“Of course, I’m going to worry. You mean everything to me. I can’t just not worry when you come home from school with an entirely bruised side. I mean seriously, did you think you’d just be able to hide this thing from me? It’s covering an entire half of your body.” He replied, causing you to chuckle slightly.

“Yeah, it’s a lot bigger than I thought.” You said, now smiling. He pulled you to the edge of the bed, sitting down and urging you to sit on his lap. You rolled your eyes and did so, relaxing once he wrapped his arms around you. You sighed and did the same, snuggling into his warm, comforting body.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked.

“Of course I do. I love you too.” You replied. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to deal with them anymore.” He said. You sighed and held him a little tighter.

“I know they’ll stop eventually. It just sucks to have to wait for it.” You said, tracing circles into his back. He gave a quiet chuckle, knowing you didn’t understand what he meant by that. You didn’t know he’d be the one to take care of the situation. That he’d be the one to take care of them.

“Maybe it’ll be a lot sooner than you think dear.”

“Maybe… I’m just glad I have you.” You said, lifting your head and giving him a gentle kiss. He smiled and returned it, pressing his forehead against yours and simply enjoying your presence.

#heathers imagine #heathers #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd #heather chandler #heather duke #heather macnamara #martha dunnstock #jason dean imagine #jason dean x reader #jd imagine #jd x reader #angst #fluff #sticks and stones #canislupus.txt #male reader

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Sticks and Stones | jason dean

>>gif credit to @/anguishmacgyver on tumblr<<

fandom | Heathers

character | Jason Dean

reader | she/her(he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | slight angst, bullying, physical assault (specifically kicking)

word count | 1,130

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi can I request a image for Jd from heathers the musical x reader where the reader is getting bullyed and won't tell Jd but Jd froces to the reader to tell him about the bully's, and the fic ends in the reader sitting on Jds lap. Thankd6

editor |@feliscatus-exe

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You looked over your shoulder as you began to input the four-digit code to your locker. God knows what would happen if somebody got a hold of it. Once you heard the familiar click of the padlock, you pulled the lever and began to place your chemistry books inside, swapping them for your math notebook and grabbing your bag of writing utensils.

As you clutched your school supplies and attempted to shut your locker, you were shoved, so hard in fact that your forehead hit the cool metal. You yelped in pain, looking over your shoulder to see the group of girls who always harassed you. They were much more intimidating than you and always found it easy to fuck with you.

“What are you doing whore?” One of them asked, shoving you again. You grimaced, not from just the pain but from the use of that word. Most of the school believed those stupid rumors they heard about your dating life, and these cliche high school bullies never let you forget it.

“I-I’m just trying to get to class.” You muttered, attempting to walk away, but they quickly closed ranks, circling around you and leaving no way out. You swallowed in fear.

“Please.” You whispered your voice barely coming out of your throat.

“What was that? Speak up! I’ve heard you’re so noisy in the bedroom, so where’s that energy now?”

“Please! P-Please… just let me go to class.” You replied, raising your voice a little too much.

The most intimidating one gave a hearty laugh and shoved you to the floor, delivering a painful kick to your abdomen. You groaned in agony as the others laughed and drove occasional blows as well. You closed your eyes, accepting the pain along with the fact that none of the teachers gave enough of a shit to stop what was happening. In fact, you were convinced the faculty rejoiced when these high school cronies kicked out your lights. After all, you were just the school whore.

“Look at her, crying like a little bitch.” One of them said with a laugh and a final blow to your ribs. You prayed she didn’t break anything. The rest of them snickered as she backed off. It seemed she’d had her fun for the day as she and her friends walked off. You laid on the floor for a minute, watching as everyone else simply walked over your limp body. You took a shaky breath and slowly started lifting yourself from the floor. And just like every other day this occurred, you stood and clutched your sides, continuing on as if nothing had happened.

>><<

The final bell of the day rang through your ears and you couldn’t help but sigh with relief. Having to navigate the better half of your day with bruised sides was more than you could handle this early in the week. You gently ran your arm through the backpack strap as to not hurt your fragile frame and began to walk to the front of the school. The distance was relatively short, and you were glad that your boyfriend was already there to greet you.

“Hey there doll, hop in and we’ll head to yours.” He said as he unlocked the doors. You gave a meek smile as you slid into the passenger seat, trying to sink down so no one would see you. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but today was particularly rough and you just wanted it to end. JD was quick to notice your off behavior and the way you were holding your sides but didn’t say anything as he drove off, hoping you’d tell him yourself.

>><<

You’d arrived at your house with JD and for the past hour had simply been lounging in your room. He asked about your day, hoping you’d tell him what happened, but you didn’t budge, reassuring him everything was fine. He knew better.

He watched you now as you stood up from the bed, grimacing as you put pressure on your side. That was his last straw. Something happened to you at school today and he wasn’t going to just let you suffer in silence. He stood next to you and quickly lifted your shirt, enough to see your bruised side. You gasped and pushed his hand away, but he’d seen enough.

“What is that?” He asked. You frowned and crossed your arms.

“Nothing.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Nothing? Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” His temper was rising and you could hear it in his voice.

“Cause I knew this is how you’d react.”

“What is that supposed to mean? React how?”

“Like this Jason. Upset and wanting to know who did it. This shit just happens okay. There’s no reason to get all crazy about it and I knew you would so I just didn’t say anything. Leave it alone.” You argued back. He frowned, but let his anger calm down before speaking again.

“(Y/n). I know you don’t want me to overreact but you have to understand, you’re my girlfriend. I need to know when you’re getting hurt.” He replied, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look at him. You averted eye contact.

“I just… I didn’t want you to worry.” You mumbled.

“Of course, I’m going to worry. You mean everything to me. I can’t just not worry when you come home from school with an entirely bruised side. I mean seriously, did you think you’d just be able to hide this thing from me? It’s covering an entire half of your body.” He replied, causing you to chuckle slightly.

“Yeah, it’s a lot bigger than I thought.” You said, now smiling. He pulled you to the edge of the bed, sitting down and urging you to sit on his lap. You rolled your eyes and did so, relaxing once he wrapped his arms around you. You sighed and did the same, snuggling into his warm, comforting body.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked.

“Of course I do. I love you too.” You replied. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to deal with them anymore.” He said. You sighed and held him a little tighter.

“I know they’ll stop eventually. It just sucks to have to wait for it.” You said, tracing circles into his back. He gave a quiet chuckle, knowing you didn’t understand what he meant by that. You didn’t know he’d be the one to take care of the situation. That he’d be the one to take care of them.

“Maybe it’ll be a lot sooner than you think dear.”

“Maybe… I’m just glad I have you.” You said, lifting your head and giving him a gentle kiss. He smiled and returned it, pressing his forehead against yours and simply enjoying your presence.

#heathers imagine #heathers #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd #heather chandler #heather duke #heather macnamara #martha dunnstock #jason dean imagine #jason dean x reader #jd imagine #jd x reader #angst #fluff #sticks and stones #canislupus.txt #female reader

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Sticks and Stones | jason dean

>>gif credit to @/anguishmacgyver on tumblr<<

fandom | Heathers

character | Jason Dean

reader | they/them(she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | slight angst, bullying, physical assault (specifically kicking)

word count | 1,130

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi can I request a image for Jd from heathers the musical x reader where the reader is getting bullyed and won't tell Jd but Jd froces to the reader to tell him about the bully's, and the fic ends in the reader sitting on Jds lap. Thankd6

editor |@feliscatus-exe

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You looked over your shoulder as you began to input the four-digit code to your locker. God knows what would happen if somebody got a hold of it. Once you heard the familiar click of the padlock, you pulled the lever and began to place your chemistry books inside, swapping them for your math notebook and grabbing your bag of writing utensils.

As you clutched your school supplies and attempted to shut your locker, you were shoved, so hard in fact that your forehead hit the cool metal. You yelped in pain, looking over your shoulder to see the group of kids who always harassed you. They were much more intimidating than you and always found it easy to fuck with you.

“What are you doing whore?” One of them asked, shoving you again. You grimaced, not from just the pain but from the use of that word. Most of the school believed those stupid rumors they heard about your dating life, and these cliche high school bullies never let you forget it.

“I-I’m just trying to get to class.” You muttered, attempting to walk away, but they quickly closed ranks, circling around you and leaving no way out. You swallowed in fear.

“Please.” You whispered your voice barely coming out of your throat.

“What was that? Speak up! I’ve heard you’re so noisy in the bedroom, so where’s that energy now?”

“Please! P-Please… just let me go to class.” You replied, raising your voice a little too much.

The most intimidating one gave a hearty laugh and shoved you to the floor, delivering a painful kick to your abdomen. You groaned in agony as the others laughed and drove occasional blows as well. You closed your eyes, accepting the pain along with the fact that none of the teachers gave enough of a shit to stop what was happening. In fact, you were convinced the faculty rejoiced when these high school cronies kicked out your lights. After all, you were just the school whore.

“Look at them, crying like a little bitch.” One of them said with a laugh and a final blow to your ribs. You prayed they didn’t break anything. The rest of them snickered as they backed off. It seemed they’d had their fun for the day as the group walked off. You laid on the floor for a minute, watching as everyone else simply walked over your limp body. You took a shaky breath and slowly started lifting yourself from the floor. And just like every other day this occurred, you stood and clutched your sides, continuing on as if nothing had happened.

>><<

The final bell of the day rang through your ears and you couldn’t help but sigh with relief. Having to navigate the better half of your day with bruised sides was more than you could handle this early in the week. You gently ran your arm through the backpack strap as to not hurt your fragile frame and began to walk to the front of the school. The distance was relatively short, and you were glad that your boyfriend was already there to greet you.

“Hey there doll, hop in and we’ll head to yours.” He said as he unlocked the doors. You gave a meek smile as you slid into the passenger seat, trying to sink down so no one would see you. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but today was particularly rough and you just wanted it to end. JD was quick to notice your off behavior and the way you were holding your sides but didn’t say anything as he drove off, hoping you’d tell him yourself.

>><<

You’d arrived at your house with JD and for the past hour had simply been lounging in your room. He asked about your day, hoping you’d tell him what happened, but you didn’t budge, reassuring him everything was fine. He knew better.

He watched you now as you stood up from the bed, grimacing as you put pressure on your side. That was his last straw. Something happened to you at school today and he wasn’t going to just let you suffer in silence. He stood next to you and quickly lifted your shirt, enough to see your bruised side. You gasped and pushed his hand away, but he’d seen enough.

“What is that?” He asked. You frowned and crossed your arms.

“Nothing.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Nothing? Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” His temper was rising and you could hear it in his voice.

“Cause I knew this is how you’d react.”

“What is that supposed to mean? React how?”

“Like this Jason. Upset and wanting to know who did it. This shit just happens okay. There’s no reason to get all crazy about it and I knew you would so I just didn’t say anything. Leave it alone.” You argued back. He frowned, but let his anger calm down before speaking again.

“(Y/n). I know you don’t want me to overreact but you have to understand, you’re my significant other. I need to know when you’re getting hurt.” He replied, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look at him. You averted eye contact.

“I just… I didn’t want you to worry.” You mumbled.

“Of course, I’m going to worry. You mean everything to me. I can’t just not worry when you come home from school with an entirely bruised side. I mean seriously, did you think you’d just be able to hide this thing from me? It’s covering an entire half of your body.” He replied, causing you to chuckle slightly.

“Yeah, it’s a lot bigger than I thought.” You said, now smiling. He pulled you to the edge of the bed, sitting down and urging you to sit on his lap. You rolled your eyes and did so, relaxing once he wrapped his arms around you. You sighed and did the same, snuggling into his warm, comforting body.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked.

“Of course I do. I love you too.” You replied. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to deal with them anymore.” He said. You sighed and held him a little tighter.

“I know they’ll stop eventually. It just sucks to have to wait for it.” You said, tracing circles into his back. He gave a quiet chuckle, knowing you didn’t understand what he meant by that. You didn’t know he’d be the one to take care of the situation. That he’d be the one to take care of them.

“Maybe it’ll be a lot sooner than you think dear.”

“Maybe… I’m just glad I have you.” You said, lifting your head and giving him a gentle kiss. He smiled and returned it, pressing his forehead against yours and simply enjoying your presence.

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Better Than a Wheelchair | stanley barber

>> gif credit to @/aviscaptum on tumblr <<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | (20) Stanley Barber

reader | he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | mentions of a car accident, temporary loss of feeling in legs, temporary hospitalization, mentions of surgery

word count | 1,021

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hello! Can I please request a image of Stanley Barber x male reader where the reader gets in some sort accident and basically can't walk so Stan insists on carrying him until he can walk and Stan does carry him. Sorry if this is too much. Thank you, and have a amazing day❤️❤️❤️😊

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Stan rushed into the hospital, looking around for any sign of you. He ran to the front desk, his breathing heavy from the amount of sprinting he’d done.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) Barber, please. W-where-” Stan was cut off by a doctor entering the lobby who called out to him.

“You’re here for (Y/n) Barber?”

“Yes! I-is he…?”

“He’s fine. Just got out of surgery.” The doctor replied. Stanley felt the weight come off his entire body, practically collapsing onto the floor from relief but catching himself on the counter. The tears began to sting his eyes as he grabbed the ornate marble, more thankful than he could’ve expressed with words.

“The shrapnel from the crash impaled his legs and damaged several nerves. Thankfully, we were able to fix enough of the damage to save them. It will take a few months for him to fully recover and a lot of physical therapy, but he will eventually regain feeling and mobility.”

“Can I see him?” Stanley asked, looking up to the doctor with pleading eyes. The doctor looked at his chart before nodding.

“You can wait with him in his room but the anesthesia won’t wear off for another hour or so.” Stan nodded, rushing down the hall to your room. He paused, realizing he didn’t know which room you were in. He turned around.

“220.” The doctor called out, already knowing what Stan was going to ask.

“Right. Thank you!” He yelled, starting to rush off once again.

>>timeskip<<

You blinked slowly, the bright white lights violating your immediate eyesight. You groaned, feeling a pounding starting in your head. Your mouth and throat were incredibly dry and you felt like you were going to throw up.

“You’re awake.” A soft and familiar voice called to your right. You turned your head and saw your husband, grasping your hand like his life depended on it.

“H-Hi-” You attempted to speak, but due to how dry your throat was it barely came out.

“Oh, right you must need water. Here!” He grabbed a cup from the food tray and held it to your lips, helping you drink even though you were sure you didn’t need that much assistance. The cool liquid ran down your throat and you never thought a simple thing like drinking water could feel so good. You finished the whole cup with ease and he placed it back down.

“Better?” He asked.

“Much.” You replied with a smile. You went to adjust yourself but found it quite difficult. Your legs felt like dead weight, and your face paled as you realized that they didn’t really feel like anything else.

“S-Stan…” You whispered.

“Oh, it’s okay! Your legs are just… temporarily out of service.” “What do you mean ‘temporarily out of service’!?” You shouted.

“The nerves in your legs were damaged but they were able to repair most of it. The doctors estimate five months and a lot of physical therapy for a full recovery but the future is not dark! And that’s what’s important.” He replied, holding your hand all the while. You smiled and squeezed his hand.

“What would I do without you?” You asked before kissing his hand. He smiled before wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Now come on, let’s get you home.” He replied as he pulled the blanket off of you.

“Home? Are you sure I’m cleared?”

“Mmmhm. Already talked to the doctor, all we have to do is sign you out.”

“What are you waiting for then? Help your husband out of bed. My legs are temporarily out of service, aren’t they?” You said. He laughed before wrapping his arms around you once again, helping you into the hospital-provided wheelchair.

>>timeskip<<

Stan pushed you toward his bright blue ford and opened the passenger door for you, helping you sit down and shutting it behind you. You watched as he pushed the wheelchair back to the nurse who accompanied you out and frowned. He walked around the car and hopped in the driver’s side, starting the car as soon as he was situated.

“What are we gonna do? We don’t have a wheelchair back at the apartment.” You said as he pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

“Yeah. They’re expensive too. Maybe there’s somewhere we can rent them for cheap?” He suggested.

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll look around online, see what I can find.” You said as you grabbed your phone and began your search.

Website after website after website continuously proved to disappoint you. Rentable wheelchairs were hard to come by, always awful quality or way too expensive for what they were offering. And that didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how expensive they were to buy. You felt so helpless, and you didn’t even want to fathom how awful this would be for someone who would permanently need a wheelchair.

“Stanley this is hopeless. It’s impossible to find one that is even remotely in our price range.” You said as he pulled into the parking spot. He stopped the car and sat for a few minutes, thinking about the situation.

“I’ve got it!” He exclaimed, opening the door and practically jumping out.

“W-what? Stanley!” You called after him, but he was already rushing around the car. He opened the passenger side and placed one arm underneath you and one behind you.

“What are you- Oh!” You explained as he hoisted you out of the car with ease.

“Stanley!” You yelled as he closed the door with his foot. He fumbled with his keys, locking the car after a few seconds of struggling.

“We can’t afford a wheelchair, so I’ll just have to carry you everywhere.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Stan. You couldn’t possibly.”

“Oh but I can! And I will! So you better get used to being a prince for the next few months because this is now your new normal.” He replied, beginning the journey to your shared apartment. You blushed deeply and hid your face in his neck.

“This is going to be a long recovery.”

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Every Step of the Way | finn wolfhard

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fandom | Calpurnia

character | (18) Finn Wolfhard

reader | they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | Anonymous, @wolfhard-tozier, @wukindly

warnings | Drug use, underage drinking, slightly angsty

word count | 1,183

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can i request a finn w. x reader pls? aged up. where the reader has been going through some things, partying, drugs basically losing themself and finn notices and while he’s on break from filming. the reader breaks down about it and he reminds them that they are okay and always have him and its ends with a soft kiss on the forehead lmao bye <3 thanks.

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If anyone knew where you were or what you were doing, they wouldn’t believe it. They’d say, “Who? (Y/n)? Impossible. They’ve always been sensible, they would never do those things.” And they were half right. The (Y/n) they knew would never do those things, but that wasn’t really you anymore. You changed.

After you turned 15 you went down a rocky path. At first, it was nothing harmful. Pot and small parties. But then things got worse. There was little you wouldn’t try, and even less you wouldn’t continue doing. Now your system was pumped with more than pot. You were high on four different drugs at the same time and there were lights flashing before your eyes.

You were at a party. You couldn’t remember who’s it was. It was full of people you didn’t know or at the very least didn’t know you. You didn’t care even if they did though. Let them take their pictures and tell the newsstands that Finn Wolfhard’s perfect partner was off the rockers.

You could see the headlines now, “Young Actor’s Partner Washed Up at the Ripe Age of 18″. Maybe you were washed up. Maybe you were off your rockers. Maybe you knew the path you were taking was destructive and would end with your body six feet under. Maybe you knew these things. But you didn’t care. You only cared about keeping yourself awake long enough to enjoy this party.

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It was the buzzing of your phone that woke you up. The intense loud buzzing that made your head pound and the stranger laying a few feet away from you groan in pain. You sat up and felt your jacket, trying to ascertain where your pockets were. You finally found your phone and went to silence it when you realized who was calling. You swiped to answer, trying to make your voice sound as far from groggy as you could.

“Hey Finn, what’s up?” You asked.

“Hey, we’re on a filming break and I wanted to surprise you at your apartment but you’re not here. Did they call you into work?” He asked. You silently cursed yourself. Of course, he’d be on filming break when you’re coming down from being high on four different drugs and a horrible hangover.

“Um no, I just needed a coffee. Ha, I guess you arrived as soon as I left.” You said, coming up with the best excuse you could.

“Oh damn. Well, that’s fine, just hurry back okay? I miss you.” He replied. You smiled.

“I miss you too. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Alright, bye.”

“Bye.” You said before hanging up. You groaned before standing up too quickly for your body’s liking. You leaned on the table next to you, wincing as it felt like your brain was shaking inside your skull. You sighed before walking as quickly as you could to your car.

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You knocked on the door of your apartment, coffee in your right hand and a bottle of Advil in the other. Your long-term boyfriend Finn opened the door with a big smile. He wrapped his arms around you even before you could walk inside. You smiled and hugged back the best you could with the items in your hands.

“God I missed you so much.” He whispered and hugged you tighter.

“I missed you too sweetheart. Except I have things in my hands. Can we pause the lovey-dovey stuff until I set it down?” You asked. Finn laughed and pulled away.

“Sorry… It just feels like it’s been forever.” He replied and stepped away from the door. You smiled and set everything down on the table. When you turned around again the door was closed and Finn was leaning in for a kiss. You giggled before wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your lips on his.

The kiss was sweet and made you unbelievably happy. You hadn’t kissed him in so long. You almost forgot how magical it was. This feeling of happiness was short-lived though. You were starting to feel the after-effects of your highs. The feelings of being the golden one soon turned into feelings of worthlessness. This was the doing of the cocaine. The happiness it gave you always left you feeling empty after you come down. You pulled away from Finn, a frown now on your face. When he opened his eyes he noticed and grabbed your hand.

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?” He asked quietly. You averted your eyes.

“Yeah, sorry. I just… It’s nothing.” You replied. Finn tilted his head, confused at your sudden change in mood.

“Are you sure? You seem… different. And… You have bags under your eyes. Have you been getting enough sleep?” He asked. You dropped his hands before clearing your throat.

“I said I’m fine. I’m going to get in the shower,” You said, unsure of how else to get out of this situation. Finn went to say something but you were already down the hall.

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Finn sat on the couch scrolling through his Instagram feed and listening to the faint sound of the showerhead turning off. He was still unsure of what was wrong, and even more unsure of how to get you to talk about it. It was then that he saw a post from a news Instagram, and he felt his stomach turn itself inside out. He skimmed the article as quickly as he could, trying to ingest all the information before bringing it up.

He heard your soft footsteps coming back out to the living room and quickly closed the article. You grabbed the remote off the coffee table before sitting down and switching on the tv. Finn swallowed before sighing.

“When did you start again?” He asked. You raised your eyebrows.

“Excuse me?” You asked. Finn turned to you.

“The parties. The drugs. You said you stopped. When did you start again? Or did you never really stop?” He asked quietly. The breath seemed to leave your lungs. You weren’t sure how to respond. Your mind went blank and you could only come up with one reaction.

Your eyes began watering and you leaned your head down. You didn’t want him to see you like this. Crying over the destructive path you put yourself on. You felt pathetic. Finn wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, holding you as tightly as he could.

“You can talk to me, babe. What happened?” He whispered, his voice soft and non-threatening. You found it hard to speak through your tears but tried the best you could.

“I’m sorry. I really did stop, I swear. It’s just… I don’t know. I got into it again and now I can’t stop. I’m tired, Finn. I’m so tired and I don’t know what to do.” You replied.

“Hey, look at me. We’ve got this okay? You can get through this, and I can help you. I’ll hold your hand every step of the way. Okay?” He replied. You sniffled and nodded.

“Okay.” You said quietly. Finn smiled faintly and lightly kissed your forehead before pulling you closer.

“Take a nap sweetie, you need it.” He said. You smiled and sighed.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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Better Than a Wheelchair | stanley barber

>> gif credit to @/aviscaptum on tumblr <<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | (20) Stanley Barber

reader | she/her (he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | mentions of a car accident, temporary loss of feeling in legs, temporary hospitalization, mentions of surgery

word count | 1,021

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hello! Can I please request a image of Stanley Barber x reader where the reader gets in some sort accident and basically can't walk so Stan insists on carrying her until she can walk and Stan does carry her. Sorry if this is too much. Thank you, and have a amazing day❤️❤️❤️😊

editor |@feliscatus-exe

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Stan rushed into the hospital, looking around for any sign of you. He ran to the front desk, his breathing heavy from the amount of sprinting he’d done.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) Barber, please. W-where-” Stan was cut off by a doctor entering the lobby who called out to him.

“You’re here for (Y/n) Barber?”

“Yes! I-is she…?”

“She’s fine. Just got out of surgery.” The doctor replied. Stanley felt the weight come off his entire body, practically collapsing onto the floor from relief but catching himself on the counter. The tears began to sting his eyes as he grabbed the ornate marble, more thankful than he could’ve expressed with words.

“The shrapnel from the crash impaled her legs and damaged several nerves. Thankfully, we were able to fix enough of the damage to save them. It will take a few months for her to fully recover and a lot of physical therapy, but she will eventually regain feeling and mobility.”

“Can I see her?” Stanley asked, looking up to the doctor with pleading eyes. The doctor looked at his chart before nodding.

“You can wait with her in her room but the anesthesia won’t wear off for another hour or so.” Stan nodded, rushing down the hall to your room. He paused, realizing he didn’t know which room you were in. He turned around.

“220.” The doctor called out, already knowing what Stan was going to ask.

“Right. Thank you!” He yelled, starting to rush off once again.

>>timeskip<<

You blinked slowly, the bright white lights violating your immediate eyesight. You groaned, feeling a pounding starting in your head. Your mouth and throat were incredibly dry and you felt like you were going to throw up.

“You’re awake.” A soft and familiar voice called to your right. You turned your head and saw your husband, grasping your hand like his life depended on it.

“H-Hi-” You attempted to speak, but due to how dry your throat was it barely came out.

“Oh, right you must need water. Here!” He grabbed a cup from the food tray and held it to your lips, helping you drink even though you were sure you didn’t need that much assistance. The cool liquid ran down your throat and you never thought a simple thing like drinking water could feel so good. You finished the whole cup with ease and he placed it back down.

“Better?” He asked.

“Much.” You replied with a smile. You went to adjust yourself but found it quite difficult. Your legs felt like dead weight, and your face paled as you realized that they didn’t really feel like anything else.

“S-Stan…” You whispered.

“Oh, it’s okay! Your legs are just… temporarily out of service.” “What do you mean ‘temporarily out of service’!?” You shouted.

“The nerves in your legs were damaged but they were able to repair most of it. The doctors estimate five months and a lot of physical therapy for a full recovery but the future is not dark! And that’s what’s important.” He replied, holding your hand all the while. You smiled and squeezed his hand.

“What would I do without you?” You asked before kissing his hand. He smiled before wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Now come on, let’s get you home.” He replied as he pulled the blanket off of you.

“Home? Are you sure I’m cleared?”

“Mmmhm. Already talked to the doctor, all we have to do is sign you out.”

“What are you waiting for then? Help your wife out of bed. My legs are temporarily out of service, aren’t they?” You said. He laughed before wrapping his arms around you once again, helping you into the hospital-provided wheelchair.