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reareaotaku · 3 months

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Jealous/Yandere! Stanley Barber Headcanons

He hates the feeling so much

Like, he's happy that you're happy, but he wishes you were happy with him

He's used to the depressing feeling, but that doesn't mean he likes you

He just watches you, feeling like shit

He knows you don't owe him anything, but god he loves you so much

Why don't you see it? Are you playing with his feelings?

It sure feels that way

He'll do anything for you. Practically drops everything for you, but sometimes he feels like you wouldn't do the same

He listens to all of your problems and rants. He doesn't mind. In fact, he loves to listen to you talk

He loves laying in bed, feeling your body close to his as you rant about something stupid/ whatever it is you want to talk about

He gives you this loving look and has this stupid smile on his face

You occupy every part of his mind

He gets really giddy around you and he can't help wanting to do whatever it is to make you happy/smile

Loves doing karoke/singing with you

It doesn't matter if you sing terribly. He doesn't care, he still loves hearing it

You never have to be embarrassed around you, because he's definitely more embarrassed

Like, say someone embarrassed you in class or you got called on without knowing the answer [You get the gist], he'll take attention off of you by doing something stupid so that people will laugh at him instead of you

He doesn't get it when you have insecurities, because he loves you so much it hurts his heart

What do you mean you don't like your body? He thinks you're the hottest thing on the planet

Don't like the way you talk?? He can listen to you all day [etc etc]

If you ever have an argument with your parent[s], then you can always rant to him about it

Even if you're in the wrong, he's on your side and adamantly defending you

You can say that the grass is blue and he'll be like 'Yeah, looks pretty blue to me'

But, back to the parent thing, he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, so he completely understands fighting with a parent

He really wants to ask you out, but he's scared that you'll not only reject him, but it'll ruin your friendship. He'd rather die than lose your friendship

He's pretty in denial about his feelings. Like he knows he's in love with you, but if someone calls him out on it, he rolls his eyes while shaking his head, adamantly denying it, but nobodies buying it [Expect you]

"You don't like me?" You'll ask, trying not to cry

Something inside him breaks when seeing you tear up. He doesn't want you to cry- Especially if HE's the reason you're crying

"Of course I like you!"

"Then why did you laugh and roll your eyes?"

He's at a loss for words. What is he supposed to say? 'Oh, yes Y/n. I am so in love with you that I would throw my whole life away and run across the country and start a new life with you if you asked because I love you more than the need to breath'. No, he can't say that. He'll just tell you it's complicated

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agaypanic · 11 months

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Stanley barber x reader where he’s very handsy and just can’t be away from reader for more then 5 minutes. doesn’t have to be smut maybe just a heated make out session or smth idk (sorry if this is to vague)

Handsy (Stanley Barber X Reader)

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Summary: Stanley Barber just can’t get enough of his girlfriend.

A/N: this is pretty short and honestly not that good bc idk how to write steamy scenes lmao

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It wasn’t unusual to find Stanley’s hands on you in some way. Even before you two started dating, you’d hold hands and be cuddly all the time. But now, there would also be kisses wherever he could reach, and an ass or boob grab every now and then. Of course, a lot of that would be saved for in private.

Sometimes, Stanley couldn’t help himself around you. It would get to the point where you were very thankful his dad was rarely home, and your parents didn’t seem to care about your whereabouts.

“Oh, Stanley.” You moaned as he sucked on your neck from his place beneath you. You don’t really know how you ended up like this. One minute you were writing an essay while your boyfriend danced around his room to his Bloodwitch record; the next, you were straddling him on his couch while he seemed to try to suck the life out of you. He groaned as you yanked him away from your neck by his curls and put your mouth on his.

“Baby, please.” He pleaded against your lips. He didn’t really know what he was asking for; he just knew he wanted more. He wanted whatever you were willing to give him.

“My paper’s due tomorrow.” You murmured. “I’ve barely even started it.” Yet you were doing nothing to stop this.

“Just five minutes, Baby, that’s all I need.” You smiled, pulling away despite his protests.

“You’re such a horndog.” With all your willpower, you slipped off his lap and ignored his pouting to go back to your paper.

“And you’re mean,” Stanley whined, moving your laptop to lay himself across your lap. Shaking your head, you rested the computer on his upper back, ignoring his hand that started rubbing your knee.

“Yes, I’m so evil, Stanny.” You laughed when he agreed and went back to writing. He was silent for a while, the only noise in the room being typing and Bloodwitch. When the record had finished, you let him get up to change it. He came back to stand before you, some obscure artist you didn’t recognize playing behind him.

“Y/n?” He sounded like a shy child, a stark contrast to how he sounded ten minutes ago.

“Yes, Stanley?” You asked, giving him a quick glance before looking back down at your computer.

“Can I…” He sighed, annoyed that you weren’t paying him any attention. “Can I just lay on your boobs?” That caught your attention.

“Huh?”

“No funny business, I promise. Please, Y/n.” You sighed. The look he gave you was so endearing you wouldn’t have guessed that he was asking to use your boobs as a pillow. You got up, moved to Stanley’s bed, set your computer to the side, and waited for him. He eagerly followed you, climbing on top of your body. You didn’t expect him to put his head under your shirt to rest his head on you, but you weren’t opposed to it.

You set the computer back on your boyfriend and resumed your promise. Every now and then, you take a pause to stroke your fingers along Stanley’s spine.

“Watcha doin’?” You asked as you started planning out your conclusion. You felt kisses against your chest, and it seemed like Stanley was losing his resolve to keep his promise of no funny business.

“Nothing.” He muttered before giving you a few more kisses. “Just focus on your paper.” You nodded, ready to do just that, when one of the hands that was wrapped around your torso slid down to your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. You sighed, trying to ignore it. But the more you resisted him, the more intoxicating Stanley became.

You closed your laptop and put it on the floor beside the bed. Lifting your shirt enough to pull Stanley off of your chest, you flipped the two of you over so he was on his back. You pulled your shirt off and grabbed his face, bringing his lips to yours.

“Five minutes.”

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crycherry · 2 years

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Needy | Stanley Uris

a/n: My language is not English so let me know if something doesn't make sense please

contains: smut, degradation, unprotected sex, rough sex, some praise, fingering, some dirty talkin.

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Stan was needy.

You had not had sex for weeks, both of you were too stressed out by the final evaluations to finally think about it.

However, Stan was caught off guard by the big bulge in his pants, every time he saw you in those cute little skirts that you knew how much he liked them.

A wave of arrogance washed over you every time Stan walked into your room and came out minutes later with flushed cheeks and a small bulge in the front of his pants.

Still, he never told you, he was too arrogant to admit how much needed he was for you, and he never wanted to show you when you were busy studying.

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Stan had invited you to study over the weekend. They were in his room, perfectly tidy and clean, while you were reading the textbook, and Stan was playing with his pencil, bored after a few hours.

You noticed his strange attitude, it was always him who insisted on reviewing subjects, besides being more concentrated of the two, today it was not like that. He vacillated more than usual, his shoulders were tense, and he bit his lip nervously with a blank look.

Not to mention how sticky he was, looking for your touch all the time, you scolded him at least three times for his caresses he left on your thigh when you read, or he insisting that the bed was a much better place to study because it could be closer to you, since according to him, the desk forbade it.

Their parents announced that they would go out for dinner for a moment, warning them not to do anything but study, assuring them that they would not delay.

By the time you hear the door below closing, Stan plants a soft kiss on your lips that you didn't know when he became so passionate, and Stan is already above you, kissing you, with his hips frantically moving over yours, even with his pants and his brown mini skirt.

Stan was panting and letting out little moans from the little friction he was getting.

You caressed the hair on his neck, and separated your lips from him, Stan growled looking for your lips but you denied.

“Stan, calm down. Be soft,” you purred, once his hip movements slowed.

Stan shook his head, more to himself, and you left little kisses on his face.

He hid his embarrassed face in your neck and you hugged him. "I want to cum so bad," he sobbed.

You had wanted to play with him for a moment, but you would be lying if you said that you are not as desperate as he is.

You ran your hand down his stomach to his crotch and gently caressed his large bulge, Stan breathing heavily into your ear as he caressed your thighs.

Your brain alerted you again that they didn't have much time and that Stan was quite loud when he was in this state.

You quickly unbuttoned Stan's pants and pulled them down to his thigh so his hard cock was exposed.

Stan pulled away to see your face and pressed his lips to yours. He quickly pulled your skirt up to your stomach, and hooked his fingers through your panties down your legs and tugged at them somewhere.

Stan moaned at the sight of your wet cunt, a smirk forming on his lips for a moment. "So pretty, baby," he moaned kissing you. His fingers lowered into your heat, to stimulate your clit.

You moaned at his touch, losing yourself in the taste of his lips.

He ran his fingers from your clit to your entrance to collect all your wetness and gently push the tip of his finger into you, you whimpered at this, wanting more.

He repeated the act again, until he penetrated your entry with two of his digits.

“S-stan!” You moaned at his movements.

"So tight, so wet for me, isn't it?" he murmured as his fingers penetrated deep into you, the heel of his hand brushing roughly against your clit.

A cry escaped your lips as Stan hooked his fingers still inside you, grazing the perfect spot.

You took the base of his cock in your hand, thrusting up and down, squeezing the red tip, stealing a moan from Stan.

You made circular movements on the tip and stan's legs trembled, and his movements faltered.

You both moaned into each other's mouths, you squeezed the head of his cock once more, and Stan moaned loudly before pulling his hand away from you and walking away.

“God, I need to be inside of you. Come here, darling.” He patted his lap, sitting on his knees on the bed.

You immediately climbed on top of him, facing each other, and kissed him.

In the middle of the kiss, Stan took his cock closer to gently stimulate your clit.

"Stan, p-please."

"Will you be a good girl, and let me fuck you?" He asked, a mischievous smile on his lips, speeding up his movements and being more abrupt.

“Y-yes, yes, yes, Stan” you replied. "I promise, I promise, please," you begged.

Without warning, Stan thrusts his hips in, filling you and stretching your walls.

You tense at first and hid your face in his neck to muffle your moans.

They both needed a moment to adjust to the sensation.

Stan pulled back slowly, and placed a kiss on your lips, before pushing back against your warmth. "so tight"

He begins to roll his hips sharply, and places his hands on your hips to move with him.

You yell into his shoulder, clutching your hands to his shirt. You jumped onto his lap, listening to the cute moans Stan makes in your ear.

You tilted your face back so you could see his face. Stan's face was slightly wrinkled with pleasure with his eyes closed, and his mouth open moaning.

He embraced your whole body clinging to you. One of his hands moved to your butt to squeeze it and use it to keep moving on it.

Your legs began to ache, and your movements slowed down, you sobbed in pain from your knot in your stomach.

Stan sat you flat on his cock, laughing. “What, honey? Don't you want to cum?"

"Shut up" you were interrupted by one of his kisses.

He grabbed your thighs lifting you up, and set you down gently on the mattress, he wrapped your legs around his hips and he pushed into you even harder.

"Oh, fuck" he groaned.

His movements quickened, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to support yourself.

I lift your shirt to wrap his lips around one of your breasts, while caressing the other.

I pinch your left nipple, while sucking on the other one.

He felt you tighten around him, and he swore he could propose to you right now.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders already pressing deeper into your walls, "You take my cock so well, baby." He thrusts into you until he's fully seated, holding your trembling thighs as he begins to thrust in. "You were made to be wrapped around my cock whenever I need you, weren't you?"

You nodded, panting. Stan laughed at your few words.

Your eyes widened when you felt the tip of his cock touch that very special place. Stan smirked knowing he had found it by the way you tensed and pressed around his cock.

Stan kept insisting on hitting that spot, satisfied with how your legs were shaking.

Stan's gaze dropped to the point where their bodies met and his cock disappeared. He groaned at the image so grotesque, but so perfect for him.

Stan released your legs tired and separated them again, your arms around his neck just like your legs around his ass to encourage him to continue fucking you.

He let out moans, or rather cries of pleasure drowned out by the pillow that hid his face, at the same time that his movements became more clumsy and hasty.

You tugged at the hair on the back of his neck, feeling like the knot in your stomach was nowhere near destruction, when Stan's movements stopped abruptly at the sound of an engine shutting off.

“Stan! What…?" You were interrupted by a muffled moan as Stan's hips pounded even faster and more violently. His hand lowered to your clitoris feeling how you tightened even more on his cock.

Stan closed his eyes praying that it was just some asshole who parked outside his house and not his parents with whom he had to maintain his good boy Jew image.

You hid your face, drowning your moans in Stan's neck, while he silenced his moans in the palm of his hand.

Something about the danger of being found out had turned them on, and something about the look on Stan's face told you that he was about to come, and was just waiting for you to come first.

You cum hard on his cock with a cheeky moan that he silenced by kissing you.

Stan pushes faster feeling his legs shake as he neared his release, you kept kissing him knowing his parents were probably at the door and Stan wouldn't be able to silence his moans on his own.

He stayed inside you for a moment, before he heard his parents footsteps below.

Stan hid his cock in his pants while you straightened your clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Stan took your hand pulling you towards him before taking your face and kissing you. "I love you baby," even with his flushed cheeks and messy hair screaming, "I just had sex with my girl."

"I love you too."

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sammythelover · 6 months

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#city on fire #apple tv #Charlie Weisbarger #wyatt oleff imagine #stan uris x reader #stanley uris #losers club #it chapter one #it chapter 2 #stanley barber #stan barber #ianowt #i am not okay with this #stanley barber x reader #wyatt oleff

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cringe-but-proud · 3 months

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stanlry barber from ianowt X gn reader cuddle headcannons please 🥺🙏

I am not okay with this MENTIONED!!!!!

Stanley Barber Cuddling Headcanons!!

A/n: My requests are open. And, y'know... If you wanna send in stuff for ainowt... That'd be cool

I'm sorry guys, but the first time y'all cuddle, it's PAINFULLY awkward 💀

He's shifting around while trying to get comfortable, he doesn't know where to put his hands, he doesn't know whether or not you want him to talk so it's just silent the entire time

After the first few times, y'all get the hang of it, though.

I don't think he'd be a spooning guy.

He's not opposed to it, but he won't be the one initiating it.

He likes holding you while you're facing him. That way you can either put your head on his chest, or shoulder, or he can just look at your face ❤️

He doesn't like cuddling in silence. So, he's either rambling to you the whole time, or you guys have music/a movie playing in the background

If he can, he'll play with your hair.

LOVES HAVING HIS BACK RUBBED

But, be careful. If you rub his back for an extended period of time, he's falling asleep

Btw, he moves around a lot in his sleep So, if y'all fall asleep cuddling together, do not expect to wake up in the same spot you fell asleep in

Guys I'm going crazy for this next one

He'll him into your ear while you guys cuddle.

Why am I cooking?

If you guys are laying down and you get up to go get something he's like "wait, wait, wait, what do you need?" And he'll get it for you himself

If he's a high, he gets way clingier.

But, he's also real giggly. So, you guys are laying together and he just starts laughing.

If you ask him what he's laughing at, it takes him a good minute to stop laughing so that he can actually talk.

And he just giggles out some random bullshit like "poison sandwich"

His silly, weirdo, loser rizz works on me 😋😋

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tv-girllover07 · 5 months

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So I will also start taking in Stiles Stilinski, Jj Maybank, Stanley Barber and Jaeden Martell(and his characters),Walker Scobell, Percy Jackson Requests cause why not…So please, PLEASE send in those requests.

And hey I would just like to say thank you for all the people who have liked my story Something metal🥁- Kevin Schlieb, you people are awesome

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hopefulfuturenovelauthor · 1 year

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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.

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unadulterated-syd · 2 years

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Come Tomorrow Afternoon.

Warnings; Angst, unrequited love, weed/mentions of smoking obv.

Synopsis; Sydney Novak takes Stanley's attention from you, suddenly he's the Dina to your Syd.

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Stan was always your number one fan. From all your shitty crushes, to the hobbies you dropped in minutes, even through the new and old friends.

He was the best friend you could ask for because of that, he was such a goofy and laid back guy, there was never drama nor tension. In a way you were his number one fan just as well.

The two of you had a weird bond to outsiders, two people with completely different lives getting along better than they did with their families. But that's how you liked it, no one could comprehend so no one could talk shit.

You weren't per-say popular, but you were definitely well-known. Stan was well known too, but for much different reasons. The Stoner-Weirdo and the seemingly normal Shy-Kid. That's what made it so weird to the outside world.

Well, that was, until Stanley's obsession with Sydney Novak came along. You had nothing against her, you never would. Stan just seemed to revolve around her, while every part of you was still revolved around him.

It was like a switch in his head flipped, from you to him, except she didn't reciprocate. It was quite obvious to everyone in the world that Syd liked Dina, well except to Dina and Stan. That's what made the situation worse.

You could never hate Syd for the situation, envious maybe, but she was just like you. The one she loved, Dina, falling for someone seemingly random, Brad, after having eyes for only her. Stan was your one and only and now that was gone for you, just as it was for her.

The last straw was the party, showing up with Stan, just for him to ditch you for Syd, then to be ditched. You should've known. This happened a lot nowadays.

You sat lying down on the hard concrete of the small basketball court, silent. You heard muffled noises, and then the door slam open and shut, followed by muttering.

You didn't bother to look up, even at the mentioning of your name, "Y/n..?" Stanley Barber. God he had the absolute worse timing. You finally looked over when he sat next to you.

"Bummer party, huh?" He asked, messing with his blazer pockets, seemingly in search of a blunt. "Yeah, guess so. What went wrong for you, Barber?" You turned your head in his direction, knowing his answer would have something to do with Syd.

"Syd and Dina ditched, then I couldn't find you. Don't want to go home, cus' dad, don't want to stay cause people." He sighed, fumbling to find a lighter.

You shared a lopsided smile with him before reaching into his breast pocket, "You put it in here earlier."

"Thanks," His voice was muffled, due to the blunt hanging between his lips, he didn't grab the lighter, simply shuffling forward in order to get you to light it, which you did.

"What's wrong with you then?" He looked at the ground between his legs. "Dunno, was hoping to spend more time with you i guess." You shrugged, keeping your own eyes on the sky. "Me why didn't you just say that, silly?"

"Its not really been that easy to talk to you lately, Barber." You hummed, seeing his puzzled look from the corner of your eye. "Don't give me that look, have you not noticed? Stan you went from number one me friend, everything together, to number one Syd fan. I'm only around when you can't convince her to stay."

"Y/n, it's really just a crush.. I didn't know it affected you that much." He whispered, scared of confrontation. You didn't want to blow up on him, and you wouldn't. Because it wasn't fair to him, and it wasn't fair to Syd.

"Stan, look. I love you, but Syd doesn't like you back, she will never like you back. And it has nothing to do with you, you're awesome, but she likes girls, she's in love with Dina. People do love you Stan, god people have crushes on you too, you just chose the one who can't reciprocate."

"No one has crushes on me, name one person-" he started, in denial of the who Syd in love with Dina thing. "Me, Barber, me. I love you, I have a crush on you. There."

"Me?" he looked at you, more confused looking than ever. He was high when he came, and he was even higher now, of course he was confused. Maybe this would never mean a thing come tomorrow afternoon.

Maybe that's all it'd ever be. Nothing.

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daintylovers · 2 years

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breathing in the smoke filled air while resting against stanley barbers chest. every so often he is pushing the blunt towards your lips allowing you to take a hit. your head is full of empty thoughts, while he couldn't be more focused on you. he's obsessed with the way you tilt your head back to look at him upside down. giggling to yourself about something stupid and pointless.

bloodwitch has been blasting in his room ever since you arrived. he always tells you that "fly' reminds him of you. which naturally, is the song playing at the moment.

the tension in the air is thicker than the smoke. all he wants is to lean down and place his lips atop yours. but he can't. not yet at least. what if you were too high? he couldn't take advantage of you like that. better to wait anyways, besides homecoming was right around the corner...

#stanley barber x reader #stanley barber #i am not okay with this #ianowt

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dumdumsun · 2 years

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⚠️If You Read Any Of My Fanfictions, Please Keep Reading⚠️

Hey, y'all. I hope I don't sound rude at all in this post, this is just something I've been needing to say in consideration of my stories. This also serves as an update for each and every one of them. If someone doesn't see this and they ask questions that this post will answer, I'm just gonna end up sending them a link to this post because I'm a little irritated with repeating myself. This is gonna be posted to my Wattpad, Quotev and AO3 because some of this speaks right to those audiences.

Alright, so, I just wanna give you guys an update on how each of my series are going because some of these things I don't speak on enough, and some of them, I repeat too much. So, here we go.

Actually, before we start, I just want to point out that all of my stories are written before they are posted. I write my stories in full, and then I post chapters weekly. I repeat this a lot, so I just want everyone to know, even though I post publishing schedules.

Of Starlight Series - The Umbrella Academy - Five x Reader: This series is still going strong. I have been very busy lately. One week, I went to Georgia to visit family. While I was on that trip, I got COVID and was sick for the next week. I just got home last night from a trip to Chicago. I've had no time to write lately, so sorry about that. But the third installment of this series, "To Nightfall", is outlined and will be written starting tomorrow afternoon (that is 07/20/2022, if you wanna quote me on that). There's no need to worry about this series, I have everything planned and I am 100% dead-set on continuing this story.

Forever and Never Duology - I Am Not Okay With This - Stanley Barber x Reader: I know. I know I said there would be a sequel. I know. I started it (there's actually 3 1/2 chapters written), but the story is garbage and it makes no sense and I needed to re-outline the entire thing again. Haven't done that yet because I don't know what to do anymore. I'm not even sure if the sequel will happen. That doesn't sound or feel right to say or type out, but it's how I've been feeling for a year. That might change eventually, though. As a reader, I wouldn't get my hopes up on the continuation of this series.

The Loveliest Lies of All Series - Over The Garden Wall - Reader Insert: This series is a one and done. There is no sequel and I never planned on it. I like the idea of it being a singular story just like the show and I have no intention or desire to continue it. It's amazing how it is.

Ranidaphobia Duology - IT - Reader Insert: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. This is another fic that has been promised for a year now. However, with this one, I have every intention on continuing it. The problem is, for MONTHS, I have been on chapter 5 of 13. It's such a struggle to sit down and write for this story in particular. I know I don't have writer's block, so maybe it's just this story. I really do not wanna discontinue it because I wanna write it SO BAD and I've been promising it to you guys for so long. It will get done, I can promise you that. I can't promise you when.

Lost and Found Series - Stranger Things - Reader Insert: This fic is literally the biggest reason I'm making this post. I've got some things to say. Now, Tumblr users, I'm not really talking about you guys, mainly my other audiences. For one, this series is going on strong. As of right now, the sequel, "Break and Mend", is written in full and being released weekly. The third installment, "Wax and Wane", will not be written for awhile. I have other things I wanna do. On another note, I am getting VERY sick and tired of seeing things about Doc and Will. I am aware that Will's sexuality is being explored by the show. I don't know if he's gay (I'm pretty sure he is) because promotion kinda queerbaited us throughout June and that was pretty shitty. But cast members have been saying the same things about Will being gay. If the show continues as it is with his sexuality, then Doc and Will are not endgame. That's obvious. If it turns out everyone is a liar and Will is straight, then I'll keep them together. But as of right now, I have a plan to break them up. I have a story to tell and I will not pivot away from what I'm doing, especially when I can make this work without disrespecting Will Byers. Doc's feelings for him will never change, that's just the truth. But their relationship status is what I have the responsibility to change. And I will do so when I tell the story. Let me tell my story and please stop commenting about how I'm being homophobic. I know there are writers out there completely ignoring Will's sexuality. I'm not doing that, I promise. Just be patient and enjoy the story, please. Like I said, Tumblr users haven't said anything, this is for my other audiences. It just needed to be said.

Wild World Miniseries - Stranger Things - Eddie Munson x Reader: Oh my god, this will get done. Part 3 and maybe Part 4 will get done eventually. I'm mainly focusing on my main stories right now. The Eddie miniseries really started out as a thank you for 500 followers on Tumblr, and then y'all begged me for a Part 2 and I delivered. I'm not really worried about this miniseries right now. Just know that there will be one or two more parts before it's over.

I have other series I want to write. I was contemplating a Euphoria reader insert and even started a first chapter, but we'll see how that turns out. I definitely am planning a reader insert for The Walking Dead. The problem with that fic is just outlining. I need to plan better for that before I start writing it.

I am eternally grateful for all the love and support I receive from all my audiences from all platforms. All I'm asking is that you guys be patient and kind to me. At the end of the day, I write for myself and I'm kind and confident enough to share it with you all. That takes a lot to do and sometimes it feels like I'm not getting enough in return in terms of patience and kindness. Certain comments (like hateful ones I received this morning) are deleted simply because there's no reason for them to be there, but I'm not usually one to delete comments. I like to reply and interact with you guys. But sometimes, I get tired of answering the same questions and explaining myself on matters that I really don't have to.

Don't worry, I still love y'all. I love that you love my stories and again, I hope I didn't sound rude in this post at all. I just needed to get some things off my chest.

Thank you guys for reading this and I will see my Lost and Found readers in Break and Mend, Chapter Two: Moving Forward. You guys have an awesome week. Much love ❤️❤️

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reareaotaku · 2 months

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Stanley Barber Headcanons

You were new in town and he was quick to take you under his wing

He's so bored of this small town, so he's excited to meet someone new

You're a lot different than he was expecting, but he didn't know what he was expecting

He finds it really easy to talk to you

He shows you around the house and all the places to hang out

Loves going on car rides with you

If you don't know how to drive, he'll teach you

It does not go well [You almost hit a tree and a ditch]

It's fine, you don't really like driving all that much anyway. You prefer being a passenger princess

He loves listening to your voice

Sometimes when he can't sleep, he calls you just to listen to you talk

"Are you listening to me?"

"Huh? Yeah, of course. I'm always listening"

Gets you into trouble, especially if you were/are a good kid

Always looks at you lovingly in class that he ends up zoning out

Pretty embarrassing when he gets called out

He was not paying attention. He was to focused on you

He's protective over you and will defend you against anyone, even if they could kick his ass

^ It's fine, because you'll patch him up. <- This makes it worth it

"Oh, leave them alone, Jackass"

"What did you say, twerp?"

"I said, Leave. Them. Alone."

If a teacher ever picks on you, he'll take the attention off of you and onto himself

He hates when you cry. It bothers him, because there should be no reason that you're crying. If he could, he would get rid of whatever upset you

#stanley barber #i am not okay with this #yandere stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #ianowt #ianowt x reader #yandere stanley x reader #yandere stanley barber x reader

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agaypanic · 7 months

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hey girl! do you still write for stanley barber? if so, could you write about the reader having too many drinks and accidentally confessing to him??

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts (Stanley Barber X Reader)

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Summary: To celebrate the end of finals and a nearing graduation, you and your friends have a little party at Stanley’s house. Being drunk makes you lose your filter, especially around Stanley.

A/N: takes place at the end of senior year, syd didnt killed brad, sydney x dina bc i love them

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“Okay, okay, okay. Never have I ever…” You trailed off, trying to find the thought you just had. It took a second, but when it came back, you clapped your hands. “Got it! Never have I ever wrecked a library.”

You giggled while you watched Sydney groan, rolling her eyes as she sipped her drink.

“I’m starting to think you’re out to get me, N/n.”

“You know I love you, Syd-Syd.”

“Okay, my turn!” Dina announced, playing with the lip of her cup.

Dina was the one who had the brilliant idea to have a small get-together to celebrate your friend group passing your finals. It was a unanimous decision to party at Stanley’s house, which was often parent-free. He provided almost everything: the weed, the drinks, the tunes, the looks.

That last part was probably your drunkenness talking.

“Y/n.” The boy in question shook your shoulder, taking you out of your thoughts.

“Dina said, drink if you’ve had a crush on someone in this circle,” Sydney said, smirking at you before taking another sip. Dina teasingly raised her eyebrows at you.

Avoiding Stanley’s gaze, you took the last sip your cup had to offer. Although you knew everyone took a sip, Dina and Syd were the only ones who knew your little secret involving an infatuation with the curly-headed dealer. Plus, you were all well aware of the whole love fiasco with your three friends. It ended with Syd and Dina getting together and you and Stanley being two third wheels.

“Empty cup!” Stanley announced as you swallowed the last drop. Seeing the slight back-and-forth waving your body was doing, he plucked the cup out of your hands. “Maybe it should stay empty.”

“Nooo.” You whined, looking at him with a pout. Whatever Dina had mixed in your cup was definitely having some kind of effect on you. You lay down on your side, arm supporting your head. “I’m fine, I promise.” Stanley didn’t seem so convinced. “One more drink?”

“I dunno.”

“Oh, come on, Stanley! She deserves it!” Dina exclaimed, giggling at the unexpected volume of her voice. “She practically killed herself studying for finals. Give the girl another drink.”

Stanley sighed, standing up and going to his coffee table, which was littered with an assortment of liquor.

“Fine, but after this one, she’s cut off.”

***

You did not get cut off. The next few hours became a blur of more chugs and sips, a couple shots, and a few inhales from a joint Stanley had rolled for the occasion. Sure, you’d wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover and probably everlasting liver damage. But as they say, you only live once.

Everyone had been dancing to a record on Stanley’s player, jumping around to the beat and screaming the lyrics. You were lucky that no one else was home and that the neighbors couldn’t hear you from the basement.

While catching your breath, you listened to the next track play. It was a slow, somewhat romantic and sappy number. You found yourself moving towards Stanley like two magnets while Sydney and Dina wrapped their arms around each other to sway to the music.

“Aw, they’re so cute.” You whispered, which wasn’t really a whisper at all. But the couple didn’t seem to hear you. “It’s kinda gross.” You and Stanley giggled, watching your friends.

“Come on, dance with me,” Stanley murmured, hands guiding yours to loop around your neck before settling on your waist. You were lucky that your cheeks were already red from the alcohol because the close proximity made heat rise to your face.

“You’re so pretty, Stanny.” You blurted out, droopy eyes focused on his features. The boy grinned, letting a hand rub up and down your back.

“You’re totally drunk.”

“No, m’not.” You were. “Besides, doesn’t matter. You’re still pretty.”

“Well, you’re prettier,” Stanley responded. The two of you slow danced in silence, slowly forgetting that your friends were still a few feet away from you. You rested your head on Stanley’s shoulder, allowing him to press his cheek against the side of your head. “I think you bought me this record.”

“I did?” Your recollection was a bit fuzzy on the matter.

“Yeah. For my birthday.” Fingers gently raked through your hair, brushing some away from your face. “I really like it. It’s one of my favorites.” You hummed, secretly giddy that something you had given him was considered one of his favorite things.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“What?” You lifted your head off Stanley’s shoulder to see him staring at you. You couldn’t decipher the look on his face, but you hoped it was nothing negative.

“I’m in love with you.” You murmured. Embarrassment slowly bubbled up inside of you. This was so stupid of you, getting so drunk you lost your filter and told one of your best friends, who couldn’t possibly feel the same way, that you were in love with him. “Or, maybe not, I dunno.” You figured if you tried brushing it off quickly, he would forget it. You groaned, hiding your face in his chest. “God, forget I said it. I’m just wasted.”

He didn’t push you away; in fact, it felt like Stanley tried keeping you closer to him. Knowing you were now beyond embarrassed by your statements, he focused on the wall behind you so you wouldn’t feel his stare.

“Well, some people say that drunk words are sober thoughts.” Stanley twirled a lock of your hair with his fingers, hoping to comfort you in some way. “Since we’re confessing things now, I have, like, the biggest crush on you.” He felt you stiffen against him from the statement, continuing when you slowly relaxed. “What sucks is that we’re probably gonna forget this. Because, y’know, we’re kinda fucked up right now.”

He was right, but in this moment, you felt stone-cold sober.

“I hope I remember.” You said softly, feeling brave enough to look up at Stanley.

“I hope so, too.” He gave you a small smile.

“Don’t worry,” Sydney said, making you both jump. You had completely forgotten you weren’t alone, being in your own little bubble. “If you forget, we’ll definitely tell you all about it in the morning.” Dina broke away from Syd and stumbled over to Stanley’s record player to replace the large disk with something else.

“Okay, lovebirds. This one’s for you.” She giggled, making her way back to her girlfriend. Stanley immediately recognized the song, pulling you closer as I’m Yours Tonight from Bloodwitch, Stanley’s absolute favorite band, bounced off the basement walls. Feeling warm and fuzzy, you melted into Stanley as he whispered the lyrics to you, gently guiding you back and forth in a dance.

#agaypanic #stanley barber x reader #stanley barber #i am not okay with this x reader #i am not okay with this #ianowt

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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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 | 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 ❤️♥️❤️♥️

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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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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kit-nelson-imagines · 2 years

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-> rules, prompts and more <-

[🧃] hey! my name is kit and im a young writer :) my friends recommended that i use my writing skills on the internet so thats why im here! i hope you enjoy my writing!

[🫧] my rules are very important. if you do not obey them, then it will result in me blocking you. please respect my boundaries and rules.

[🌈] rules:

~ dni if you are an nsfw blog

~ i will not write smut with minors. the only exception is if that they are aged up to over 18.

~ if you are requesting a celebrity and they have boundaries, please respect them.

~ i only do x reader. i can do female, male, trans, genderfluid, gender neutral and other genders.

~ if requesting a reader with a different gender, please specify their pronouns.

~ use your imagination!! make it silly! i really dont mind!!

~ dont sexualise me or send me weird messages in my inbox please.

[🌊] fandoms:

IT 2017- Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Finn Wolfhard, Jack Dylan Grazer, Wyatt Oleff, Jaeden Martell, Sophia Lillis

A Series Of Unfortunate Events- Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire (platonic only), Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, Quigley Quagmire, Malina Weissman

Stranger Things- Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jane ”Eleven” Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Joe Keery, Sadie Sink, Noah Schnapp, Millie Bobby Brown, Gaten Materazzo, Maya Hawke

Harry Potter- Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Tom Riddle, Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, Tom Felton

Arcane: League Of Legends- Violet (Vi), Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn, Ekko, Mylo, Claggor, Hailee Steinfield

My Hero Academia- Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ochaco Uraraka, Ejiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Tenya Iida

Heartstopper- Charlie Spring (Only male), Nick Nelson, Ben Hope, Harry Greene, Darcy Olsson (Only Female), Tara Jones (Only Female), Tao Xu, Tori Spring, Elle Argent, Aled Last

I Am Not Okay With This- Sydney Novak, Stanley Barber, Dina (i dont know what her last name is😭)

Metal Lords- Hunter Sylvester, Kevin Schlieb, Emily Spector, Adrian Greensmith, Isis Hainsworth

The Goldfinch- Boris Pavlikovsky, Theo Decker

[🌸] prompts:

~ Angst

”please stop lying to me.”

”i dont care.”

”please dont cry”

”what makes you think i would want to date you?”

”just shut up for once in your goddamn life!”

”am i going to die?”

“when did you fall out of love with me?”

”are you leaving me?”

” dating you was the worse mistake ive ever made.”

”loving you is a fucking death sentence.”

”i shouldnt love you, but i couldnt help it.”

”always knew that you were too damn selfish.”

”i dont know if i can look you in the eyes after what you’ve done.”

”it’s only 2.am..”

”please dont hide from me.”

”dont take another step in my direction.”

”i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.”

”you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

~ Fluff

”let me walk you home, hm?”

”i wanted to say i love you without stuttering. but i failed.”

”ugh i cant reach it!”

”stop being so goddamn cute.”

”you dont need all that candy, do you?”

”call me as soon as you get there.”

”did you just- throw salt at me!?” ”im not fucking possessed!”

”cuddles please!”

”hey love, can you help me out?” ”im gay and i need a few dollars”

”thats not true! my wife is a bitch and i like her very much.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

”you motherfucker! never do that again!”

” i have no idea what you are talking about.”

”what the actual fu-“ ”HEY GET OUT!”

“im only here for the dog.”

~ Smut 🌝

“come over here and make me.”

”kiss me.”

”looks like we are trapped in here for a while..”

”you heard me. take. it. off.”

”keep looking at me like that and we might not make it to bed.”

”if we werent in public right now, i would have my head in between your legs.”

”i want to taste you.”

”dont be shy now, sit on my face.”

”is that my shirt?”

“be quiet.”

”use your words, baby.”

”what if someone hears us?”

”oh fuck yes, just like that.”

“need any help with that?”

“were you just masturbating?” - “what?! no neve-“ ”do you want some help?” - “huh?”

“relax.”

”did you come?”

”shut up slut.”

~ Funny Ones🌚

”im not wearing any underwear, thought you would like to know.”

”YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILST I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

”at least we didnt break any laws this time.”

”we are literally fugitives of this state.” - “so no pizza?”

”your pretty.” - “your drunk.”

”excuse you?”

”i might of had a few shots.” - “what they mean by a few is about 20.”

”if you do that again im gonna chuck you out the window- what are you doing?” - “checking how high the drop is to see if its worth it.”

”you ate all my noodles! you’ve lost toilet paper privledges.”

”OI THATS MY HOODIE LOSER!”

”haha thats so funny!” *pulls out gun* ”say it again!”

”DUDE STOP HOGGING THE FUCKING BLANKETS!”

”your bleeding!” - “oh yeah no shit sherlock!”

”for fucks sake- MOVE!”

”hey wouldnt it be funny if we made out right now?”

[⚡️] thank you for reading! have a great day!! :))

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js-a-writer · 9 months

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This is the rest of the tgs Part 4. of my requests page/people I write for post.

(basically just the rest of the tags and a link to the requests page since I could only for like 30 tags on each post)

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Stanley Barber Masterlist

none yet!

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