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Charlie Boy

Stanley Barber x reader gn

song- Charlie Boy by the Lumineers

about 1.2 k words

warnings: language, mentions of Stanley’s father, Stanley’s bruised eye, I can’t think of anything else but if I need to add something let me know.

“Don’t go to war, firstborn in ‘44,” you walked around the room, collecting a mound of blankets from the couch. 

“And Kennedy made him believe, we could do much more,” the soft fabrics clung to your arms, still a little wet from the pouring rain. Running around the block to get here without an umbrella had not been your brightest idea. But that didn’t stop you anyway.

“Lillian, don’t hang your head, love should make you feel good,” you let the blankets fall from your arms at the foot of the bed. You grabbed the fluffiest from the pile and carefully laid it over the boy lying on his side. 

“In uniform, you raised a man, who volunteered to stand,” you gently patted his head of curls, taking your other arm’s sleeve to wipe away stray tears.

“Ohohoh, ohoh, ohoh, 0hohoh, ohoh, ohoh,” he laid there still unmoving as sadness pooled in his eyes and fell down his cheeks. You stepped away only slightly to hear him whine as you left to turn off the lamp a little ways away from his bed.

“Play the bugle, play the taps, Make your mothers proud,” you returned back to his side as you softly brushed at his tears, painfully avoiding his bruised cheek and eye. Stanley’s hands grabbed yours as he tried to pull you down beside him.

“Sweetheart, I’m soaked. I’m just going to get you wet,” you said.

“I don’t care,” Stan said raggedly, “just hold me while you sing.”

“Okay,” you whispered before crawling into bed beside him, placing a second blanket over the both of you, the one he already had separating you so he would stay dry.

“Raise your riffles to the sky, boys, fire that volley loud,” you stroked his head as faced away from you.

“News was bad on Upland Ave, Metuchen mourn our loss,” you sang out to the quiet of the room. Stanley’s sniffling had become fainter.

“Sons, rebelled, while fathers yelled, and mothers clutched the cross,” your arms slowly wrapped around the poor boy beside you, comforting him the best you could.

“Ohohoh, ohoh, ohoh, ohohoh, ohoh,ohoh,” you hummed out as Stan bundled into the blankets you gave him, swadling himself in the warmth that them and you provided.

“Play the bugle, play the taps, make your fathers proud,” you voice was starting to fade away and Stanley’s breathing evened out. 

“Raise your riffles to the sky, boy, fire that volley loud,” you finished the song, leaving a silence that was neither comfortable or uncomfortable. Regardless of the suffocating feeling, you felt left trapped in the house that was both a blessing and a curse. You rested your head against his. The strands of curls brushed your face as you tried to relax.

“I like when you sing,” he whispered.

“I like when you sing too,” you responded neutrally, uncertain of how far this conversation would go.

“It’s better when you sing,” Stanley said, “you only sing when I need you or when you think no one is listening. It makes you sound like an angel.”

“How come?” you asked.

“Because you always come when I need you and the way you can calm me down so easily makes it all seem… etherial.”

“That’s some high praise,” you responded against his curls.

“It’s true,” he replied back. You sat in silence for a few moments before Stanley broke it again. “How do I sound to you when I sing?” curiosity filled his voice.

“Like a rat choking on pesticide,” you said monotonously, as your emotions ran wild in the madness of your head.

“I’m being serious,” Stan said through a giggle, still not choosing to turn and face you.

“You sound normal,” Stan shifted against you antsily, expectantly, as if he wanted to hear something as meaningful as he had said to you. “You sound like yourself.  You can hear your personality each time you belt out a chorus, or forget a word, or your voice breaks. All I hear is you, and it’s wonderful. Because your my favorite thing to listen to, even if at times you do sound like a rat choking on pesticides.”

Stanley stayed quiet. Time passed and in your head you could hear the ticking of the clock in your brain, the countdown until one of you broke the silence or fell asleep.

“If I wasn’t so emotionally tapped, I’d confess my undying love for you.”

“If you weren’t so emotionally tapped, I would have already spun you around to face me,” you answered back.

Stanley wiggled out of your grasp as he shifted about. After a few attempts he finally flipped over with what would have been minimum effort if he had succeeded the first time. Glossy eyes stared at yours, one surrounded by the purple bruise. His smile was contagious most days, but not this one, not while he was hurt.

“I know you turned, but you are still absolutely drained after today,” you said, scooting back to get a better look at him.

“Yeah, but I wanted to see you too. You're comfy and cozy and everything, but sometimes seeing is believing even when you ground me.”

“I will take comfy and cozy as a compliment,” you stated.

“You should. You smell nice. It makes it very easy to get all warm and toasty when the person smothering you smells like a freshly baked Christmas cookie.”

“That was…,” the words weren’t coming to your mouth right away. “Random. Very fucking random, but okay. You smell like weed and hormones so, you know at least I don’t smell like that.”

“God, I wish I smelled like you. However, it gets very difficult to be around you when I’m high. I get the munchies and sadly I can’t chew on you like I could a cookie.”

“Okay,” you said trying to reel the conversation back in, “I think that is enough talk tonight. You need rest, Stan. I need rest. We both need some time to just fucking be without the whole god damn world breathing down our necks. So just try and get some shut eye for me, will ya?”

Stanley’s thin lipped and tired smile was thrown your way as he moved forward to rest his head just below your neck. His untamed curls brushed against your chin as he snuggled into you, arms wrapping around your side as he relaxed. 

Without much thought, you placed a soft kiss on top of his head and returned the embrace. Your arms drifted from under his to wrap up and around his back. Your fingers made small circles on his shoulders as he hummed with his eyes closed.

“I love you so fucking much,” he said.

“I love you too, Stan.”

“So fucking much?”

“So fucking much, and much much more.”

You both fell asleep shortly after. The warm smell of cookies filling Stan’s senses as the refreshing smell of his citrus shampoo wafted from his hair and into your heart. A blossoming comfort engulfed you both in the sweet smells of an inviting winter and a revivifying spring.

[strawberryloveyyy]

If I could inject this into my blood circulation thingy I would

All I Need My Baby (And A Cigarette) - Stanley Barber

word count: 12,795 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) (y/l/n) and Stanley Barber may be neighbors, but they haven’t been friends since they were children.  Stan plans on changing that, even if (y/n) is a bit more of a popular girl now.  He’s pretty convincing though… and charming… + based (very loosely) on this song ___

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[petergender]

again- for clarity's sake, I know these actors are all at a variety of ages, I'm mostly imagining if a movie had been made when they were the right age for a spiderman origin movie

[jovenshires]

requested ONLY by @agnewbones, here is the full iwks cast as imagined by me <3 ill put all the ones i already talked ab up top and all the new ones under the cut just so they're all in one place !!

spencer: ethan cutkosky

tommy: dale whibley

shayne: owen joyner

damien: leo howard

alex: naleye junior dolmans

keith: aubrey joseph

chanse: jay lycurgou

jeremy: lucas hedges

patrick: owen teague

ify: khalid

brennan: ryan potter

tim: ty simpkins

amanda: for this current age and era of amanda (prequel notwithstanding - mayhaps ill do a different casting of that later on whos to say), i'll say bianca comparato. i'd believe she was a tired soccer coach mother of eleven who's gay for her opposing coach.

angela: not that she's had a big part in the fic (YET.......) but im gonna say gia mantegna. another actress who needs a comeback!! yes i watched unaccompanied minors. anyway she has those angela eyes.

rock: this was a close second for ify, but i just think he has a more youthful fun energy that's much closer to rock's specific vibe than ify's. he also gives the 'keeping ify in line' energy that rock most certainly needs. anyway rj cyler!!

marcus: xolo maridueña has been popping off recently and rightfully so. marcus is only a bit part but i think he can be everybody's baby the way god intended. he doesn't have The Eyebrows but we can get them there i know it

ian: this one is more about vibes than look and also it made me laugh. because who gives that sad, washed-up older brother vibe QUITE LIKE skyler gisondo. this casting is everything to me i think it's so funny.

aguilar: do you think we can get away with rico rodriguez in a serious-ish role. i mean it's a comedy role in a serious-ish show. i just think he has the range.

luke: as a fun little nod to the series that was the partial inspiration for iwks, a little bit part for mister kit connor.

peter: wyatt oleff has that swagless mess energy about him

duran: im gonna go diego josef who is also from 'somewhere inside your house'. literally cried over his character watching this terrible movie bc his acting was incredible. (he was also just the best character imo.) i also cry over duran regularly so this all makes sense to me !

josh: this one's so tough but i think im going one of my other spencer options which was griffin gluck. he just has that :) face josh has

andre: how long has it been since YOU'VE seen mighty med. devon leos. we're giving people comebacks bestie

greg: jack mulhern my beloved. now its just katies dream actors coming to hang out man

garrett: whos getting the honor.... THE PRESTIGE. wouldn't it be fucking funny if i said like jacob elordi or something. anyway cameron gellman looks appropriately sad

josh (mythical): HMMMM.... there's so many people who i think look like him but are JUST too old for this. i almost used him a couple different times in the original cast but im gonna go with rudy pankow. he's josh-shaped !

trevor: it's giving austin abrams. he just has that trevor silly lil guy vibe. it's just a bit part (for now :)) BUT i think he'd eat

zach: adrian greensmith is THE perfect vibe and you cannot change my mind

[allthingsroleplay]

Hart Family

They're the enormous werewolf family with the pun names! Seven children of the mercurial, often-absent and now deceased Joan Hart… and their dad who has no idea they exist (more on that later.) Their mother was, technically, the alpha of the Fiddlehead pack for most of their childhoods, but since she often was away on "business trips" for the Hart Dairy Farm, she left the eldest siblings in charge of family and pack alike.

This plot is kind of like if Shameless was set in a sleepy small town and had werewolves. Maybe a little less dysfunctional, but the sibling fights did involve claws and flying fur. Face claims are very, very open and if you're really feeling a different gender for a character, we can definitely tweak that. However, because of the sheer amount of kids and the math tied to specific timelines, the ages listed are not possible to change.

There are currently five slots still available in the Hart Request, four of which are featured here:  

Rebel Hart

21 / werewolf / she/her / suggested face: Millie Bobby Brown

Shy, sweet-natured Rebel tends to fade to the background in most situations. She can be goaded into following along with her more adventurous siblings, especially Craven, but otherwise likes to keep to herself. She's used to taking up very little space in a crowded family.

Earnest Hart

19 / werewolf / he/him / suggested face: Wyatt Oleff

Serious and studious as his eldest brother, Earnest always has his head in a book. He's currently a freshman at Ashleigh University and is finally getting to learn how to live independently in the dorms.

Ceane Hart

18 / werewolf / he/him / suggested face: Finn Little (twins with abel)

The twins are both Golden Retriever coded, but Ceane especially so. Even though he's eighteen, he still gets treated like the baby in the family and doesn't mind that at all. At his core, Ceane is good-natured and a little goofy. Because he's younger, he mostly has fond and uncomplicated memories of his mother.

Abel Hart

18 / werewolf / he/him / suggested face: Finn Little (twins with ceane)

Golden Retriever: The Remix. Abel is excitable and energetic. He's probably the most sporty member of the family and loves the outdoors. He's never been outside of Oregon, but has a lot of wanderlust. As a twin, it's hard to imagine leaving Fiddlehead without Ceane … and he hasn't brought it up yet.

 Read more about the current and future Harts on the site here.

[fiddleheadrp]

The Hart Family

They're the enormous werewolf family with the pun names! Seven children of the mercurial, often-absent and now deceased Joan Hart… and their dad who has no idea they exist (more on that later.) Their mother was, technically, the alpha of the Fiddlehead pack for most of their childhoods, but since she often was away on "business trips" for the Hart Dairy Farm, she left the eldest siblings in charge of family and pack alike.

This plot is kind of like if Shameless was set in a sleepy small town and had werewolves. Maybe a little less dysfunctional, but the sibling fights did involve claws and flying fur. Face claims are very, very open and if you're really feeling a different gender for a character, we can definitely tweak that. However, because of the sheer amount of kids and the math tied to specific timelines, the ages listed are not possible to change.

There are currently five slots still available in the Hart Request: 

Earnest Hart

19 / werewolf / he/him / suggested face: Wyatt Oleff

Serious and studious as his eldest brother, Earnest always has his head in a book. He's currently a freshman at Ashleigh University and is finally getting to learn how to live independently in the dorms.

Ceane Hart

18 / werewolf / he/him / suggested face: Finn Little (twins with abel)

The twins are both Golden Retriever coded, but Ceane especially so. Even though he's eighteen, he still gets treated like the baby in the family and doesn't mind that at all. At his core, Ceane is good-natured and a little goofy. Because he's younger, he mostly has fond and uncomplicated memories of his mother.

Abel Hart

18 / werewolf / he/him / suggested face: Finn Little (twins with ceane)

Golden Retriever: The Remix. Abel is excitable and energetic. He's probably the most sporty member of the family and loves the outdoors. He's never been outside of Oregon, but has a lot of wanderlust. As a twin, it's hard to imagine leaving Fiddlehead without Ceane … and he hasn't brought it up yet.

Read more about the current Harts on the site here.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

What Is This Feeling? // Stan Uris

request: none

prompts: 2, 36, 49, 69

warnings: forced confession

a/n: i did another pick random character and prompts thing 🙃

It was Saturday again. And just like every Saturday, the losers were having a sleepover. This one was at your house. It was also the first one at your house, which put a lot of pressure on you. Because now you had to plan the whole thing.

Luckily for you, Beverly helped you. You had the whole night planned out. Now you were in your room, getting changed for the sleepover, when your door opened.

“You need some help with that?”

You turned around and saw Richie standing in your door frame, with smirk on his face. You immediately covered yourself up and glared at him.

“What the fuck? Get out!” you said as you chucked a pillow at his head.

“Yeesh, harsh much?” Richie said as he laughed and left the room.

You quickly finished getting changed and then headed down to your basement, where the rest of the losers were.

“S-so w-what do you g-guys w-want to do f-first?” Bill asked, taking charge, like always. You were a little relieved that you didn’t have to come up with everything.

“Truth or dare!” Richie shouted, eager to play the game, like always.

Everyone agreed and all eight of you got into a circle, and the game began. Seven turns, and seven stupid dares later, it was finally your turn.

“Stan,” you said as you turned to look at him,” truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said.

“What?! Come on, truth is so boring!” Richie complained.

Eddie grabbed him with his elbow, telling him to shut up.

“Who do you have a crush on?” you asked him.

Stan’a face instantly went red, and he shock his head not wanting to answer.

“You have to answer, Stanford, it’s the rules,” Richie said.

“Come on! Just tell me!” you asked him.

“You,” he said, the blush on his face only darkening, “I like you.”

Richie laughed and shoved Stan. The game continued, but there was tension between you and Stan. Everyone could feel it. But no one acknowledged it. Then seven minutes in heaven was suggested, though you don’t exactly remember who did it.

Beverly found a bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle. After a few awkward rounds, it was your turn. You spun the bottle and it landed on Stanley. He blushed once more, and Richie shoved him towards the closet. You followed and walked inside, before Beverly locked you in.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Stan mumbled locking down.

Before he could say anything else, you leaned forward and kissed him. A few moments later, he kissed you back.

“What is this feeling?” Stan asked you as he pulled you away.

“Love,” you answered before you leaned forward and kissed him again.

[lemon-boy-stan]

truth or dare - stan uris

stanley uris x virgin!reader. warnings: oral (fem recieving), swearing, sexual refrences. sixteen plus!!!

It started when Richie spoke the uncomfortable question that day in the Clubhouse.

It was a sunny day, a Thursday, and you and the rest of the Losers had gone there to hang out after jumping into the Quarry.

“Y/N! It’s your turn! Truth, or dare?”

“Um, truth?”

“What?! Lame!”

“I already picked ‘dare’ five times in a row, Trashmotuh,” you crossed your arms.

“Whatever. OK. Y/N!”

“That’s my name.”

“Ever been eaten out before?”

“What?”

Richie snickered. Stanley, beside you, looked down at the floorboards, something washed over his face – confusion?

“You can’t answer a question with a question, Y/N,” Beverly threw a piece of crumpled paper at Richie but missed.

“Um, no, I guess. Why? What, what does that mean?”

Even Eddie looked amused.

“Nothing,” Stan spoke loudly. “It means nothing.”

“Whatever you say, Stan the Man. Oh my god! Look at how fucking hard he -” Richie pointed to Stan and Eddie slapped his arm down before you could see what he was pointing at and he scowled.

“Shut up, Richie,” your best friend didn’t let him finish. “Or I swear I’ll give you a black eye.”

“Who would w – win?” Bill laughed, not bothering to hold him back.

“Stan, probably,” Eddie squeaked.

“Wanna bet?”

“Five bucks,” spoke Ben.

“You’re on.” The fact that even Mike and Eddie knew what Richie was talking about made you want to shove your face into a pillow in embarrasment.

Stanley didn’t seem fussed that you didn’t know, in fact, you thought, it amused him.

Or at least, he was smiling at it.

The smirk which grew on his face made your heart beat a thousand times faster.

“Wait, I’m still confused,” Beverly covered her mouth. “What does it mean?”

“It means nothing,” Stan repeated.

“Stan’s just jealous because he wants to be the first one who -”

“Shut UP, Richie!” Stanley’s face was red.

“Yeah, shut up, it’s getting kind of disgusting.”

Richie backed down – for now.

“You’re making her uncomfortable,” Beverly covered your ears. “Stop it.”

“I can still hear, y’know,” she laughed and removed her hands. “Well,” you got up. “I have to go.” You didn’t, you were just embarassed. “See you tomorrow. Bye, Mike.”

“I’m coming with you. Y’know, to -”

“To f -”

“Keep you safe.”

You rolled your eyes but Stan got up.

“Bye.” Mike crossed his arms and glared at Richie as Bev called after you miserably.

“Aww, N/N! No! Stan! Guys!”

“They always do this. Always.” Spoke Ben. “I swear, like, every time.” Bill nodded.

They watched as you ignored them, climbing up the ladder, not bothering to check if Stanley was following you – he was, and he ran up just as you were about to shut the door on him.

“Mind if I stay over?”

Yes. I do mind, go home, Stanley, and let me wallow in self pity.

You shrugged.

“Well, my parents aren’t gonna be back any time soon, so I guess not.”

“I can’t believe it’s seven already.”

“Yeah. So, what do you wanna do?” You weren’t really that enthusiastic.

He shrugged.

“Anyone ever tell you how pretty you were?”

“What?”

“Let me tell you,” he whispered. “You, Y/N L/N, are prettier,” he spoke the words like a spell. “Than any girl I’ve ever met before,” he made you blush and you didn’t know why. He stepped closer. “Wanna know why?”

“Sure.” Was all you could manage.

He chuckled softly.

“You’re intelligent,” he paused, lowering his hand. “Funny,” lower. “Creative,” so close it was touching, but you didn’t mind. “Unique,” even closer now. “And so. Fucking. Wet.”

Your body jerked at the sudden touch of his hand against your tights.

“Stan!”

“Yes, babygirl?”

You threw your head back. He’d never, ever callen you… that… before.

“Please…” you struggled to get the words out. “Keep going.”

“All you had to say. Just… jump.”

“What?”

“Jump. Go on. Jump.”

“Like…”

“Exactly like that.”

Legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you to your bed, hand stroking your pussy.

“Stan,” he placed you down.

“Yeah?”

“Take them off, take my clothes off,”

“Whatever you say, babygirl.”

You threw your head back once again.

“Like it when I call you that?”

You nodded.

“Always knew you were sub.”

“Mmph.”

“This,” he murmured, mouth open at your entrance. “Is what ‘giving head’ is.”

“What -” and then you gasped, clutched the sheets with your fists. “Oh. Stan. Oh!” He didn’t reply, just kept going. Your legs felt like jelly, you wanted  to close your eyes…

“You can close your eyes, babygirl,”

So you did, letting out soft moans as he ate you, crying out his name as his tongue dove in and out.

Your legs shook even more, you clutched the curls atop his head.

“Stan, I’m gonna,”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please, let me cum, please.”

“Such a good girl.”

The words made your stomach twist.

“Please, Stan.”

He shook his head and you wanted to cry as he went on and on and on.

“Please, Stan!”

“No can do.”

He went back in.

“Please. I can’t -”

“I swear if you cum right now, Y/N -”

“Stan!”

You were on the climax of your orgasm.

“Ah-uh.”

“Oh my god. Oh, fuck. Stan! Oh, fuck, Stan,” and it was just his mouth. “Stan, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

And then you came, moaning his name like a prayer, collapsing on the bed.

He wasn’t even tired.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “Stan, that was so hot, I -”

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re so hot.”

You blushed at the corny joke.

“Fuck, I wanna do this all the time,”

“Well, we can, but not all the time,”

“How? What?”

“Well, be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Stan,” you breathed and he smirked.

“I still can’t believe you’re a virgin…”

“Shut up!”

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[good-doctor-imagine]

BANG! (Stanley Uris)

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

Summary: Meeting your soulmate is something that you've dreamed of for a while. Who would have thought it would happen like this?

Word Count: 0.9k

You couldn't help but wonder what your soulmate would be like once you met them. Would they be chivalrous or frivolous? Would they be talkative or reserved? Where would you two end up meeting?

Sighing, your head came down to lay gently on the table, turned so you could gaze at the small timer on your forearm. 'Only time can tell, I guess.'

"Hey (Y/n), you okay?"

You instantly perked up at the sudden presence of your friend Beverly.

"Oh, Bev! Yes, I'm fine. I was just..." You paused for a moment. You didn't really want to mention your nerves about meeting your soulmate. It was a bit embarrassing, you should be looking forward to it, not shying away from it. "...thinking about something."

Despite your lack of detail, Beverly seemed to understand what you were getting at. She had been your friend for several years and she knew you practically as well as you knew yourself.

"What is it? Are you afraid they won't like you or something? We've already had this conversa–"

"No, no," You waved your hands in front of her, completely dismissing her idea. Some people did really struggle with that, believing that their destined wouldn't like them for some awful reason. You wouldn't lie and say you never had those thoughts but they weren't as relevant anymore. You didn't struggle with that anymore. In your mind, if you were destined, then you were destined, and if your soulmate didn't accept it then it's something they would have to figure out.

You softly skimmed your fingers over the ticking number, the hairs on your arm sticking up slightly from your cold fingers. "I don't have much time. I'm just thinking about them. Who they are, what they look like, what they want to become..."

Beverly smiled at your expression. It was like you were already in love but you didn't even know who they were yet. She knew that your soulmate is a lucky person and whoever it is would get a stern talking from her if they ever hurt you.

"How long?" Beverly questioned, leaning in to look at your arm.

00:19:23:48

"Oh! That means you're meeting them tomorrow morning!"

"Hey quiet in the back! This time is supposed to be used for studying." Your teacher's voice scolded from the front of the classroom.

Beverly ducked her head, a mischievous smile growing on her flushed face. You chuckled at her, grabbing back onto your pencil before turning your attention to your chemistry worksheet.

Even with your pencil in your hand, it was hard to focus on your worksheet with the timer ticking on your forearm.

•••

"Bye, mom!" You yelled into the house as you left, trying not to stumble down the front porch stairs. Your legs were practically shaking at this point and your fingers felt like they were vibrating from the nerves that coursed through you. You knew you didn't have long left but you didn't know exactly how long because you decided to wear a jacket to combat the heavy rain that fell from the sky.

It was a bit thrilling not being able to see the exact time. You knew that when you saw them it would be obvious anyway. Most people say that it's obvious when you find your soulmate. It's like all time stops and you two are the only ones that exist... yeah, pretty cheesy.

Your eyes danced around the sidewalk as you sped walked to school. Not many people walked this way to school, so you doubt you would meet them on the way but–

And then it happened. As your eyes rose from the edge of the sidewalk, it was like all time stopped. Across the crosswalk, there was a boy, staring at you with the same wide eyes. You stood still, eyes unable to move away from him.

Apparently, luck must have not been on his side. He was so entranced by the view of his soulmate that he forgot to look at what was in front of him.

BANG!

You gasped, running across the empty crosswalk and to your soulmate who was covering his nose with his hands, his umbrella laying on the ground next to him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, crouching down and hovering your hands over him, not sure if you are allowed to touch him.

Your soulmate let out a laugh, the corners of his eyes scrunching up as he smiled. Immediately, the tension in your body disappeared and you started to laugh as well.

"That was so not cool of me," Your soulmate groaned after calming down, finally opening his eyes to look at you again. Time didn't stop this time but it didn't feel any less special.

"Really? I think it was, you tried to take on that stop sign just for me." You grinned at him playfully, picking up his umbrella and holding it over him. It was a bit futile since he was already wet but he appreciated your effort.

"Sorry I couldn't do better. The stop sign is pretty invincible."

You shook your head and helped him up, handing his umbrella back to him.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n)."

"Stanley Uris." He greeted back, his face slightly red from embarrassment.

•••

"Wow, that was really how you met?" Richie questioned, leaning forward in the hammock. "That was so lame, Stan."

Stanley sunk down in his chair. Although it had been a few months, he still got embarrassed from how you two had met. You, of course, didn't care at all. You found it a bit endearing. Not everyone is perfect and seeing how Stanley responded in the situation made you fall further in love.

"Then why don't you tell us how you and Eddie met, Richie?" You inquired, leaning your head on your palm.

Richie's face bloomed red and he shot back into the hammock, burying his face in his comic book.

"That's what I thought."

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ♡

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪��𝙛

𝐚 = 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

he appreciate you, but the most attractive in you for him is your loyality. don't matter how many time he get beaten up from the bowers or getting bullied because of his religion, you never leave his side. and everytime you stand by his side, he falls in love with you more and more. 

𝐛 = 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲? 𝐰𝐡𝐲/𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?)

after the school and the university –yes, of course, but if you don't want them, then that's entirely okay. but now, he don't want to talk about kids, or family, he just wants to live his little dream with you. 

𝐜 = 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞?)

stan loves the most when you hug him from behind while he bikes with you. it's even better if you tilt your head to the nape of his neck; the little curls down there strokes your forehead, just like his kisses.

𝐝 = 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?)

he likes the quiet, peaceful dates. the sunny saturdays, where the two of you just go out, sitting under a tree, reading and eating little biscuits. you make pictures about the birds he likes with your polaroid cam, the instant photo get sticked in his book immediately.

𝐞 = 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 ____ (𝐞.𝐠. 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝...))

"you are my precious."

𝐟 = 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?)

stan fell in love with you in the moment when he saw that you sit right before him in history class. your (h/c) locks before him, and when you turned around to give him a pen -

𝐠 = 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞? 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐡𝐨𝐰?)

he's the most gentle boy you have ever know. not the most pda-ish guy, but at home, in your room, he always gonna stroke your hair at night, or telling you how cute you were today in the t-shirt you bought recently. 

𝐡 = 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?)

as i told, stan would kiss you rather than hold your hands, but if you're inscure, or just need a fix point, you can always grab his hand and he would squeeze it, i promise you. 

𝐢 = 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?)

he met you at first in the library, to search for one books he needs for his tests. you sat there at the table, reading already "the hound of baskervilles", your hair lazily falling in your face, your knees propped up to the edge of the table. 

-sorry, can i... can i sit here? -he faltered, grabbing tighter the books he found. you nodded, smiled a little bit. 

-one flew over the cuckoo's nest? pretty good book -you commented, pointing with your pen on the title, than leaning back to your own work, leaving him flustered and lovely. 

𝐣 = 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬?)

he don't get jealous easily, he trusts you, so please don't disappoint my little bean )): 

besides, if he sees that you're close to richie or bill, stan always have an eye to see, whose hand are where. 

𝐤 = 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬?)

you were the first. and also, his first.  

you and the losers watched a movie at mike's, during the movie you and stan gave soft strokes on the hand or pinches on each other's thighs non-stop –you lied your head on stan's shoulder, bringing your knees close to your abdomen.

when the movie's over, stan guides you home, carrying your backpack, and at the doorstep, you walk in, whispering a little "wait" to him. 

–i forgot something -you mutter, surprisingly pushing your lips to his, quieting his mind and savouring it with love and affection.

𝐥 = 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 '𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?)

new saturday, new lazy day with stan.

the two of you met on the end of the street, from that point you two can easily go to the fluffy, green field near to the lake. you like these summer days –no school, no responsibilities, only the two of you, a pair of snadwiches from your lovely mom and a good book. 

you hold stan's hand while walking to your usual place, the grass slightly appressed from the several days you spent here. when you sit down, you heard stan whisper something. 

–did you say something, stan the man? 

stan frowns, then shrugging his shoulders, grabbing your hands, kissing your forehead, his tender kiss tingling on the little curls near your temples too. 

–i just wanted to say... that i love you. and thank you for being here for me, darling. 

𝐦 = 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?)

laying on your flat roof at night, staring at the starry, dark sky, in the summer. soft rock music playing in the background, your favourites... cuddling with him, giving you the warmth you need, but his hands cold enough to give you the perfect temperature. 

–you like this? –he asked quietly, not letting know your parents that the two of you sneak out in 2 am. you snuggle up to his cheek, nuzzling your nose on the curve of his dimple; your eyelashes tickling his soft skin.

–i love it. and you? 

–i love it, too –he mumbles, lifting your shoulders a little bit, so now you lay on his chest. –mainly because i am with you, babylove. 

and you are freaking happy too –with him, every moment is blissful and dream-like, just like him. 

𝐧 = 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐥 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

he will do everything to reassure you that you're his love, his princess. you saw a missing piece from the comics you read? he'll slip it into your school-box. he always gonna buy you sweets and chocolate, sweet or salty popcorn or your favourite candy ─not only on your birthday, even when you feeling down or stressed. if stan collect enough courage, he will write little love letters to tuck it in your pocket during studying when you don't pay attention  ─just to cause you a small, sweet suprise. 

𝐨 = 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟?)

pastel pink. the color of the soft love and angels. 

𝐩 = 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞?)

stan will call you babylove ─baby and love, just the pure definition of you for him. 

𝐪 = 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

his old matchboxes (𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘴? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘺)): ), little do you know, but when his mother scolds him to clean up his room a little bit, he find them in one old, dusty shoe-box. stan can play with them for hours, and at the end of the turn-out session you can be sure, that he sneaks a pair from them onto the shelf. 

𝐫 = 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲?)

sleep. even better if it's with you. 

𝐬 = 𝐬𝐚𝐝 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩?)

stan is very, very emphatic, he feels immediately if something's wrong or not so right. he would talk with you, give one shoulder to cry on it, kissing and stroking your hair and cheeks ─sometimes he thinks that he can't do nothing, but when you began to snoring calmly, snuggling to his side, he get's a little more satisfied for being a good boyfriend. 

𝐭 = 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭?)

mostly about the future, about a better life, you two can involve into a very deep conversation. stan like it very much when you talk about the things you like, your goals, your ideals –to him, you're a very pleasureable person.

𝐮 = 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱?)

silence. a little bit of loneliness always helps him to purify his messy mind. if the two of you sit beside each other in silence, that's absolutely perfect for stan.

𝐯 = 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐟? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟?)

he's proud of your relationship: you two can talk about everything, and always help the other to find a solution, to figure out something to the actual problem. 

𝐰 = 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞?)

in his mind, his plans are pretty simple: stan would make you the perfect day in your  –going to your favourite town, eating delicious foods, making photos from the two of you (mostly you, but you can't bear the thought to stand alone in all of the pictures; that's so allegoric, isn't it?). then, when the two of you sit on the hood of the car, he gently sneaks his hand into his pocket, gently holding your ring-finger, getting ready with the big speech, waiting for your reaction when you feel the cold stain against your soft skin... 

𝐱 = 𝐱𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠?)

tears for fears – everybody wants to rule the world 

❝𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.❞

𝐲 = 𝐲𝐞𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝/𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

yeah, actually –a lot!! but don't want to pressure you, if you don't want to. stan would like to know you to be his, forever. 

𝐳 = 𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚 (𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭?)

stan is not the fan of the animals with fur, he mostly want a little, cute bird, or even more of them –but not to cage those little feather-balls, you help him to build a bird feeder with pastell pink walls and heart-shaped entrance. if you want a cat or dog, he doesn't mind it, but don't let them hurt the birdies, please )): 

—お誕生日おめでとう レビーちゃｎ ♡

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 <𝟹

[countlessimagines]

Headache [ Stanley Barber x Reader ]

Summary: Stan wants you to enjoy homecoming, but you’re not feeling up for it.

Warnings: None; maybe some typos since I’m writing this at 12am.

A/N: I binged watched this entire show in one day! I’m in love with it. I’ll be writing for only Stanley since I love Wyatt Oleff and the dork he plays.

Sorry this is short!

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“Stanley,” you groaned from his comfortable couch. Sitting up, you threw an empty soda can at him. “Stop with the music already, I told you I have a headache.”

“Ow!... Come on, sweetie,” Stanley said while rubbing the area on his back where he got hit. “Let the music flow through you and just relax.”

“Did you smoke before I got here?”

Stanley went silent, confirming your question, and continued to do his hair to his liking.

You rolled your eyes and plopped on his pillows that seemed to make you sink deeper into the couch.

Stanley and you had been dating for about a year now, and he had begged you to attend the homecoming dance with him & promised you you wouldn’t regret it.

So, only because you loved him and couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes he gave you, did you agree and show up to his house promptly at 7:00 while he was just getting out of the shower.

His mouth dropped at the sight of you in a simple short blue dress walking down the stairs, “Damn.”

After waiting for nearly forty minutes on his couch, a headache developed and you were starting to get annoyed.

“Stan, sweetie,” You mumbled and did hand motions to get him to come to your side. Once he stood in front of you, very swiftly you grabbed onto him and brought him down next to you in the couch.

Stanley huffed in exasperation but nonetheless wrapped his arms around you.

“How about we just stay here and cuddle?” Your muffled voice said into his bare chest. Your eyes were starting to get heavy from the lack of sleep you always endured.

He did a soft laugh and made the decision to agree with you, “Alright, sweetie. But, dibs on being the little spoon for a bit.”

You nodded your head and snuggled closer to him as he draped a blanket over the two of you.

“Ah, so cozy,” you said sleepily. “Now, if only there was some way I could get a kiss...”

Stan grinned at your adorable tired face and happily placed a kiss on your forehead, “Happy?”

You shook your head and brought your lips to his. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you with a gentle touch.

He pulled away and then pecked the tip of your nose, “goodnight, sweetie.”

“Goodnight,” you said with the last of your energy before slowly drifting to sleep.

“Oh, how I love you,” Stanley whispered as he place another kiss on your forehead and began to fall asleep too.

[iamwallpaperz]

he’s baby request by anon! stanley uris

[mer-curious]

Study Notes [Stanley Barber]

Pairing: Stanley Barber x Reader

Word Count: 664

Warnings: None.

This is my first post ever. It’s kinda short and shitty but well it’s nighttime and I’m sleepy haha. Anyways, thanks for reading!

 Stanley Barber.

He was an odd kid. Very odd.

Whenever the rest of us children were having fun, he always looked at us smiling, but never joined. The teachers always looked after him, almost as if they were scared of being sued for not realizing a student had depression or something. Luckily, he never killed himself. He ended up growing into a kinda weird but not really teenager.

Who I ended up falling for. Both metaphoric and literally.

“Are you ok?” He asked holding his hand out for me to grab.

I stood up with his help. “Yes, sorry I didn’t see you coming.”

“Noticed.”

That was the whole fucking conversation. Three fucking sentences, if noticed even counts as one. Why am I even thinking about it?

 Sixth period was always the worst one. Jocks running round the halls headed to practice while cheerleaders walk right behind as if they were in a runway. Us who were actually leaving for the day had to wait until their modelling fit was done.

Once I reached the entrance, I quickly left the building and went straight to the parking lot. My friend told me to wait for her there so she could give me the notes to a class we shared. When I got to my friend’s car and she wasn’t there I realized she had until seventh period so I’d have to wait for half an hour.

“Hey” a voice said from behind me.

I turned around and saw Stan walking towards me. My breath got stuck in my throat.

“So, uhm…” he continued. “What are you… why are you here?”

“It’s a parking lot. Am I not allowed to be here?” I faked seriousness.

“No, no, that’s not-“

I interrupted him with laughter. He rapidly caught on the joke and started laughing too. After we stopped, he repeated his question from before. “Why are you here?”

“I’m waiting for my friend to give me her notes”

He frowned. “Is it Ricky you’re waiting for?”

“Maybe” I replied.

It definitely wasn’t Ricky. I was waiting for Dina.

“Oh. What class are the notes from?” He asked.

Was this jealousy I was sensing? It couldn’t be.

“Math. Why are you asking?” I teasingly questioned him back.

“I also have that class…”

And that’s how I ended up sitting in Stanley’s bedroom while he furiously ruffled pages out of his binder while looking for said notes. His hair kept falling onto his eyes, so he was pushing it back again and again, it was getting to my nerves. When the same strand fell to his face again, I got up off the floor and used my hand to put it behind his ear. I went back to my place and noticed he was blushing hard.

When he finally found the papers, he hand them over to me.

“Thanks, Stan. I swear that I’ll give them back to you once I finish copying them”

“No worries.” He replied smiling. “Do you wanna listen to some music?”

Stan stood up and turned on his vinyl player, a song I’d never heard before started playing and we both laid on the floor. Honestly, I wasn’t really enjoying the music, but Stan seemed to be having fun. His eyes were closed and his hands were drumming on the air. I kept looking at him until the song finished.

When another song started playing, he opened his eyes and caught me staring. I immediately blushed and looked away. He quietly laughed and grabbed my cheeks to make me look back at him.

“You-“ he was about to say something but I cut him off with a kiss.

His hands crawled up to hold me by the waist while my fingers played with his hair. We sat on the ground, me on top of him while he left kisses on my neck.

“If I’d known it would end up like this, I would’ve directly asked you for the notes in the first place.

I’m aware that the ending is shit, but I really wanted to post something about Stan as the series just came out. Follow me if you wanna read more. All love xx

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Not So Great / Stanley Barber Imagine

Request: Hey love! Could you please do a Stanly Barber imagine, it’s set at the end of season 1 and after the whole head incident she watches as everyone runs but she runs over to Stan to see if he’s okay (maybe she could know about Sydney’s powers?). 

Yess @confusedmilcc​ I’m so excited to write for my other Stanley XD <3

Comments are much appreciated!

Boy, what a scream that was.

Madison Block was the first to start screaming, of course. It was the sort of noise that would have made the hair stand straight up on the back of your neck, if you had been able to pay attention, of course. All you could think, in that singular moment, as Jake Hill elbows into you and knocks you back onto the auditorium floor was ‘he punched Stanley, that bastard.’

Pulling bits of pink string and whatever other flickers of decoration lay on your fingers, off, it hadn’t even hit you yet that it was his head who had exploded. The screams were only growing louder, more piercing, screams of hysteria and disbelief - bordering on terror.

The school would never forget this dance, that’s for sure. No matter how much they may want to.

She ran, Sydney did. Ran as fast as she could. She didn't know if the police were still behind her or not, in fact, she didn't want to find out. His blood left a sick trail, droplets of crimson falling to the ground as she kicked off her shoes and kept on running down the street, a street she had walked up everyday of her life. She hoped the rain would come and wash it away, conceal her path, hide her away so no one could ever find her again

The wind doesn’t howl, instead it’s a different kind of horrifying: stiflingly silent as the students push past each other, tripping and tearing up expensive dresses they would never dare to wear again, shoving past each other, hustling and bustling down the corridors and out through the school gates as fast as they could go. The monotone buzz of several-hundred voices hummed like an orchestra as you stumbled to your feet, taking one step forward, and then another, making your way towards Stanley Barber.

He still lay there, in his light blue suit you had helped him pick out in town a couple of weeks ago. You were apprehensive when he pulled it off the rack, but with one eye roll and a small smirk, he had won you over. Holding it up by the hanger, he bowed at you from in front of the mirror, and you could do nothing but grin helplessly as you watched his curls bounce over his forehead, reflecting the warm light of the afternoon.

‘I can pull it off, Y/n.’

‘You can pull anything off, Stanley. That was never in doubt.’ You prod him in the shoulder as you continue, ‘even that horrible bowling shirt you’re wearing right now.’

He sighed dramatically as he placed a hand on your shoulder, not noticing the way you had stilled. The cashier huffed silently at the both of you, continuing to straighten out another row of dress shirts nearby, but all you could feel was Stanley’s warm breath against your cheek.

‘What a world we live in, Y/n, where a man can be teased so relentlessly for dressing as cool as he does.’

Little did he know that that same jacket would soon be lying on the floor, covering a man still flickering in and out of consciousness, the colour making the bloody trail as obvious as the nose on his face. It was already browning with those sickly matted clumps that could be fragments of what was once human. Clamping your hands down on his shoulders, you start to drag Stanley away back towards the bleachers where the two of you had been sitting only moments before. You wished the two of you had just stayed there, hand in hand as you watched the rest of the school dance by. Sure, the redness of your cheeks would have started to burn, and the side glances of Stanley would have begun to make you squirm uncomfortably, but the way his thumb brushed over the inside of your palm was a hell of a lot better than this.

Before his legs had managed to get a meter away from the carnage, you felt a hand clamp down on your arm, and a shaky voice rise from the pale, clammy face of your best friend.

‘You haven’t seen my sunglasses have you? I think I could use them right now.’

You nearly slap him for joking at a time like this, but as Stanley rises unsteadily to his feet, you can’t help but nearly cry out in relief.

‘Yeah, your face isn’t looking so great.’

The bruise that had begun as a purple stain above his eyebrow had sunk into the socket itself, and so now it had the appearance of a black eye.

‘Eh, I’ve had worse. What the hell happened when I was out?’

You say nothing in reply, but Stanley gets the message. Slowly, with almost a knowing grimace on his face, he follows your eyes to where they’re trained behind his back, gulping slightly as he catches sight of Brad.

‘His face looks worse.’

You only slap him on the shoulder.

‘Ow!’ He sighs before covering his eyes with his hand. ‘Syd?’

‘Syd.’

‘We gotta go, now. One thing I’ve learnt from comics, is that nothing good ever happens when the superhero runs away by themselves.’

His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern you wish he would show to you. He senses your discomfort, and lays his hand lightly on your shoulder, wiping off a drop of blood. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words.

‘Okay, you get all that? We need to grab the journal first. Stay right here.’

Stanley disappeared for a second, before the two of you were out and into the empty hallway. It felt different today. Along the walls are balloons pinned on with cheap tacks, many of them already withering. Their colours are garish in the bold strip lights and from some dangle curled ribbons. It looks like a toddler's birthday party minus the cake and gifts, almost haunting in its vacant pleasantness, but the two of you keep going until you reach the edge of the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As you walked, your footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of you in the cold ground.

‘Stanley, this is crazy!’

Under the moonlight, the street into the school lay still; the heat of the day had been replaced by a cool breeze, and all the students had run home. Stanley moved between the pools of streetlight, almost silent until he reached the sidewalk. A pair of headlights came bouncing over the hill, blinding him temporarily before passing and disappearing, but it’s enough to jolt him.

You let go of Stanley’s tugging hand, and he stops, turning around to look at you, almost shocked.

‘We need to go home, Stanley, please. Just let me drive you home. Where’s your car?’

Stanley froze. All he could think of, when he imagined home, was his dad chugging a beer to it's very last drop. He always went for another bottle. He always mistimed it, when he tried to sneak out. When he tried to come out of his room. He always managed to come out when he was on his last bottle. And that was always when he felt the need to discipline his son, to stop him becoming ‘soft’, as he liked to put.

‘You know I can’t do that, Y/n.’

‘The police are going to be here soon, Stanley. We can’t help her! Shit, we don’t even know where she’s gone!’

When you came to a stop in front of him, your eyes were on the floor, scared at what you might see when you looked up. You really, really hoped he wasn’t already gone in his crappy little car, driving far away from you and towards her. You were snapped out of it, and into shock by a finger placed under your chin, tilting it up gently until you could feel his steady breathing against your forehead.

‘Y/n please...I’m going to tell you a secret, right. I’m scared, Y/n, terrified, more than I’ve ever been, but we have got to help her. Sure, she may have been a jackass, but she’s our friend, and I really, really need you now. I can’t do this without you.’

You chew on your lip for a second, gazing up into his eyes as they start to brim over with tears.

‘For you, Stanley Barber, anything.’

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Distraction - Wyatt Oleff

A/N: sorry for the length that’s what he said

words: 194

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y/n POV

I was sitting on Wyatt's bed watching him play against Tyrell in "Rivals of Aether" when I heard a text tone go off. Tyrell had texted me saying how frustrated he was and asked for some help. I, of course, love messing with Wyatt so I came up with a plan.

I walked over to where Wyatt was and draped my legs across his lap not getting any reaction from him. I then slowly left a trail of kisses of his neck making his breathing pick up. I sucked on a sensitive spot and he let out a shaking breath.

I could hear Tyrell through his headphones "y/n I asked for some help not straight up ear porn"

I laughed lightly and leaned up to the microphone that was right in front of Wyatt's mouth making his gaze fall from the game onto mine.

"Hey it's working isn't it?" I replied slowly, my eyes never leaving Wyatt's.

I heard the victory cheer a few seconds later realising that he had won for the first time that night. Wyatt quickly said a witty response and signed off of the game.

"Where were we?"