#nonbinary stanley barber

[jellyfish-barber]

Stanley Barber flirts with homophobes to piss them off and often ends up injured because of it but finds it hilarious nonetheless.

[bugs-sad-lgbtq-edits]

Nonbinary Stanley Barber (I Am Not Okay With This) Moodboard for anon

[cryptidspacepirate]

NB Stanley Barber? NB Stanley Barber

[canislupus-exe]

Better Than a Wheelchair | stanley barber

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

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | (20) Stanley Barber

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

requested | Anonymous

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

word count | 1,021

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

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

editor |@feliscatus-exe

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

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

“You’re here for (Y/n) Barber?”

“Yes! A-are they…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

>>timeskip<<

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

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

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

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

“Better?” He asked.

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

“S-Stan…” You whispered.

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

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

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

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

“Home? Are you sure I’m cleared?”

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

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

>>timeskip<<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is going to be a long recovery.”

[barclaysangel]

Stanley Barber non-binary icons

Please feel free to request! I haven’t gotten anyway and I would love some!

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[hypochondriacattack]

"Hey Bestie!"

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

🏳️ for Stan ianowt and non-binary? :3

“Hey Stanley, there’s something I have to tell you,” you said, as you felt nerves starting to build up inside of you.

He instantly took note of this and placed his hand on top of yours, hoping to calm you down.

“What it is?” he asked you.

“I’m non-binary,” you said, looking away from his eyes.

“Cool! So what does that mean exactly?”

“Well, I’m not a girl, and I’m not a boy. I’m somewhere in between. I don’t feel like either, I’m just kind of neither,” you said, letting out a sigh that you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“So how would I refer to you then? Since you aren’t either?”

“Could you use they/them pronouns for me?”

“Sure! Why were you so scared to tell me this?” he asked you.

“I just didn’t want you to think of me differently.”

“That could never happen y/n. You are my best friend, and nothing is ever gonna change that.”

You felt relief flood your body. You were so happy. He accepted you, and he didn’t question it or anything. You couldn’t even remember why you were so nervous, this is Stanley. The most loving and accepting person you’ve ever met.

You reached forward and pulled him into a hug, smiling when you felt his arms wrap around you.

“Thank you Stanley.”

“Of course. I love you, and nothing is ever gonna make me stop.”

[olliebrobeck]

NONBINARY STAN

[thatdude-noah]

“Syd, I know homecoming can be lame, but I was thinking maybe we could be lame together.”

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[richieslesbiangender]

SYD AND STAN NONBINARY HEADCANONS,,,,, I LOVE IT SM-

[jellyfish-barber]

Young Doppelgangers in the Derry Hospital

TW; blood, hospital, non-graphic injury, paranoia, homophobia ment.

Syd dragged their friend Stanley firmly by the sleeve of their flannel. “I can’t believe you did that, Stan, we’re in the middle of fucking no-where, in a little, shitty, run down town and you think that putting the moves on the most outrageously hick-looking guy was a good idea?” “He looked like he needed someone to piss him off-” Stanley managed, blood dripping down his chin, he cupped his hand below it, the other hand on his eye. “No! No, he really didn’t actually.” Stan merely snorted, accidentally spitting blood ahead of them. A nurse directed them to sit outside the 4th floor desk, so Sydney pulled Stan into the elevator, who stumbled awkwardly behind them.

“Hold it! Hold the door!” Someone shouted. Syd let go of Stanley and pressed the button that held the door open, while Stan simultaneously clamoured over to shove their arm in the elevator doorway. “Thanks kids,” the man huffed and puffed, leaning against the elevator wall as he made it in. “Don’t call us k-” “Is that Richie Toz-” Stan wiped his lip and flinched as the fibers of their flannel scraped their busted lip. “Are you Richie Tozier?” Richie went stiff and adjusted his glasses to look at the young adults. “Uh, haha, I get that a lot… Yeah- I’m Richie Tozier. You are?” He stared at the two warily and rubbed his eyes.

Syd became visibly uneasy, the man was staring at them and it was blatant. “T-that’s so cool!” Stan stammered, patting their pockets, disheveled. They fished out their flask and shrugged half-heartedly “Good enough I guess, can you sign this?” Richie eyed the flask and Syd rolled their eyes. “Sorry, don’t have a pen right now. Hey-” He turned to Syd, “Has anyone ever said you look like Bev Marsh?” Stan immediately burst into a little snicker. Syd bit back a groan, “Yeah, I’ve definitely heard it before,”

“...Well have you ever met her?” 

“Well, no, obviously not.” 

“Want to?” 

“What?”

DING.

They were on the third floor.

Before Sydney could answer the comedian he shouted into the hallway abruptly. “BEVERLY C’MERE!” Syd went stiff, Stan stopped laughing, they both slunk rigidly off of the elevator behind Tozier. And as if they were in some weird, poorly written fanfiction, there was Beverly Marsh, scrambling out of a hospital room. A nurse hushed Richie but he quickly waved her off, running over to Bev, bouncing from his heels to his toes and pointing at the two he had discovered in the elevator. She stopped in her tracks, eyeing them with the same intensity Richie had in the elevator.

Stan gave a tone-deaf, flailing wave and approached them with his non-bloody hand extended. “Hi! Stanley Barb--” “Stanley? Your name is Stanley?” Beverly echoed over them. She then looked up and down incredulously, as if she doubted their name was Stanley. “W-wellll yess?” Bev gently took their hand and shook it, looking back to Richie, Stan couldn't read her expression. “Interesting,” Beverly breathed out after a pause. Richie looked to Syd, beginning to wave them over. Syd made no response. Stan pulled away from Bev and held up a finger, prancing their happy-ass over to Syd again. “Novs? Earth to Novs. They’re nice, relax,” Stan muttered, placing a hand on their shoulder. Syd untensed briefly, but as Richie approached them, they went stiff again, grabbing Stan’s arm firmly. Suddenly, the nearby desk was completely overturned, papers flying everywhere. 

Stan consciously struggled not to bite their lip and began trying to catch the papers, leaving bloody smears on all of them. Richie jumped, scrambling back to Bev’s side. Beverly stared at Syd in a way that was less alarming, calm, knowing, almost. “Are you okay, honey?” Bev asked, taking a careful pace forward. Finally snapping out of it, Syd shoved their arms in their pocket, “I’m fine, and don’t call me that.” “Okay, okay, sorry,” Beverly continued to approach with more grace and gentleness to her then Richie could muster. “What happened to you?” she asked the frantic curly-headed boy? girl? person. Beverly shook her head awkwardly, she was still trying to rid herself of binary language and both of these people certainly were enforcing that. “I got in a little scrap but I’m fine!” Stan chirped back peppily which gained a gentle, scolding nudge from Syd’s shoe. “I’m a big fan by the way, of both of you,” Stan blurted. Beverly looked unconvinced but Richie offered a cheesy, awkward smile. “Thanks,” they responded in unison. 

“Y’know, not only do you look like me when I was younger,” the designer started, then turning back to Stan, “You look like our friend, Stanley Uris.” “Uris?” Stan echoed, chuckling slightly, “That’s an interesting last name it kinda sounds like Uri-” ”Urine! Right?” Richie blurted. Stanley grinned and nodded, “Yeah, Urine.” Beverly laughed and shook her head, “They’d hate that you immediately jumped to that,” “They?” Syd repeated, Bev simply nodded, looking a smidge nervous, “Did I do it right?” Sydney cracked a smile, instantly relaxing, “Yeah, you did it right, good job.” “Anyways!” Stanley spoke immediately after, wiping their lip again, “You said I look like someone? Because honestly, I’m not convinced.” Syd rolled their eyes as Bev held up her finger and ran back to the room she was in before. A nurse approached Stan immediately after they set all the now bloodied paperwork back on the desk. Syd had also collected items and paper while talking, and set theirs on top of Stan’s stack, hitting the bulk of it on the desk to straighten out. 

“Stanley Barber, right? Do you have insurance?” Barber went stiff and inhaled sharply. “No, no I don’t,” Richie perked up but kept his distance. Stanley started rummaging through their pockets. “I really just need someone to sew this up, the shiner is manageable. How much would that be, do you think?” The nurse raised a sympathetic brow and gently took Stan’s jaw, looking at their lip. “How much blood have you lost?” “Uh-” “A lot,” Syd answered, placing their hand gently on Stan’s back, noticing they were getting shaky. “You’ll probably need blood too,” “No, no, I’m totally okay I just need the stitches, hell give me the supplies and I’ll-” “I can cover their bill,” Richie blurted, pacing up with his hands shoved in his pockets. Stan jumped nearly out of their skin “Whoa dude you do not have to-” “No, no I got it, trust me I’ve got it.” The nurse simply shrugged, grabbing some bandaging to momentarily stunt the bleeding of Stanley’s lip and placing it there, “Okay, let me go get that paperwork.” “Holy shit, thank you so much thank you-” Stan spun around, lightly touching the bandage on their lip as a crowd of people piled out of the hospital room where Bev had entered. “No problemo dude I-” Richie looked back and smiled as his friends all filed in. Barber grabbed Syd’s arm, quickly becoming anxious and brushing their thumb over their corduroy. 

“Holy shit, Bev, you were right-” a taller, brunette man blurted. “I know, look at them!” Stan twitched uneasily, leaning into their friend. Syd bit their lip and crossed their arms, “Okay you don’t have to stare,” they snapped sharply. The group of older adults straightened up. “Can I ask your names?” another asked cautiously, his gentle brown eyes resting on the two. Syd decided he was safe. “I’m Mike Hanlon,” He said, lowering himself slightly and offering his hand to them. Syd shook it half-heartedly, Stan hesitantly followed. “Sydney Novak and Stanley Barber,” Syd said, thumbing at Stan when they introduced them. “It’s nice to meet you both, I’m sorry this has to be overwhelming.”

Someone slammed into Stan’s back, making him yelp and accidentally jerk Syd forward too who quickly planted their feet. “Shuh-shoot, I’m sorry St-” They turned around, a sleep deprived man that Syd found vaguely familiar ogled at Stanley. “Stuh-Stan what happened to yuh-your-” “I got in a fight, do I know you?” Barber cut him off. The man’s face contorted in confusion, straightening up and crossing his arms, looking past them at Mike and the group. “Oh,” he muttered, “Wrong Stan. I’m sorry you juh-juh-just-” “Apparently look alot like them?” Stan interrupted again, gaining an exasperated groan from the man across from them, and a disciplinary elbow to the ribs from Syd. Bill looked to Syd and stared for a moment longer before looking back at his friends again, brows furrowed in confusion. Beverly walked up behind Stan, gently resting a hand on their shoulder which gained another anxious squawk. “Here, this is us as kids,” “Wait you were all friends?” Stanley asked, taking her phone gently. A fuzzy picture of a scanned in photo booth set.

Syd snapped out of focusing on the mess of a man in the flannel, still trying to remember why on earth he looked familiar. They looked over to the photo and their eyes went wide, that did look just like them and Stan. Though, Sydney noted, Stan would never wear clothes like that, too sensible. “Wow,” they muttered, “No, you were right I kinda get it now,” they said, in reference to the staring. Bill laughed awkwardly, turning to walk next to Beverly. “How is Stuh-stan doing?” Barber perked up slightly before remembering the situation, still staring at the images on the phone. “They said they’re feeling a bit better, taking a nap right now,” “Oh thu-they were uh-up already tuh-today?” The man sounded disappointed and shifted awkwardly in his timberlands. “Yeah, but I’m sure they’ll be up later, relax.” Bev gave a sympathetic pat that had a teasing undertone Syd picked up on easily. 

“This shit is crazy,” Stan muttered to Syd who nodded slowly. “I’d need to be a lot more high right now to not be freaked out.” They heard Beverly and Richie snort, then Richie returned to filling out that paperwork he had been handed at some point. “Dude,” Sydney slapped Stan’s arm gently, “Don’t talk about that here.” They glanced, embarrassed, up at the group of adults. The taller brunette made a ‘lips are sealed’ motion, Beverly snickered again. “I’m going to go sit with them,” Bill blurted and bolted into the nearby hospital room with urgency. Richie perked up, finishing the papers and turning them over to the nurse, “I should go check on Eds.”  Syd raised a brow, that name had not been mentioned. They looked back at the image on the phone, there was a kid who was piled onto the young Richie Tozier in the photo, Syd didn’t think it was anyone that was present. 

Stan fidgeted anxiously, picking at the cuticles, Syd popped their hand gently when noticing. “You two should keep in contact,” Beverly blurted, “Come visit once you're stitched up, okay? And be more careful next time.” “Yeah Stan,” Syd grinned. Stan crossed their arms, “Okay, thank you ma’am. Let me put my number in here,” they flicked through onto contacts and added themselves, “Text me and I’ll let you know when we’re done.” Bev nodded, taking back the phone. The nurse was waiting rather impatiently behind the young adults. Syd rolled their eyes and muttered a forced apology at the annoyed worker before they walked back for Stan to get their stitches.

[writseo]

Stanley Barber X Nonbinary!Reader Headcanon

Request: This is the same anon from before and i was wondering if you would be willing to do a stanley barber x nonbinary!reader headcannon

Coming out to him felt terrifying but easy at the same time

Stanley had always been accepting of everything from the possibility of jellyfish taking over the planet to real life telekineses

The main concern was about how he would feel about being in a serious relationship with you after he finds out

When you sat him down to talk, he thought you were going to breakup with him

He was lowkey getting ready to go on his knees and beg

When you told him the truth, he immediately understood

You felt so vulnerable and scared until you realized that he was smiling at you

He was proud that you found courage in telling him

Of course, cuddles and kisses were exchanged

And a lovely blunt was smoked that night

He kept reassuring you that he loved you dearly

Everything was mainly the same after that

He still treated you like you were the love of his life

He wasn't afraid to stand up for you either

In fact, he got punched at least once for it

He'll get a black eye and carry that around like it was a badge of honour

You would try to tell him to chill out and eventually make him promise to stop risking his safety for you

He promises but he doesn't actually keep it

Him stopping would be like beavers quitting building dams

He might say something hurtful sometimes

Not on purpose but on accident, trying to be funny and not realizing how bad it sounds until it comes out of his mouth

That begins to test your relationship as it causes fights

Those fights are usually resolved with a conversation, car rides, music and sometimes ends in just going to the diner to eat

You both end up smoking some weed and ponder a lot about life

Eventually he gets the hang of it

It takes a while for him to understand what is okay and what isn't okay to say about your gender identity

Sometimes he would look for ways to be more included in the nonbinary community

From internet forums to attending some events around town with you

Some that you didn't even know existed until Stanley asked if you wanted to go

In the end, your relationship comes out stronger than before

Because now he better understands you and you are able to see how hard he tries to do right by you

And even though it can be difficult at times, you and Stanley just can't help but to fall in love with each other even more

[kenzie-ann27]

it's what he deserves

[canislupus-exe]

The Ruler | stanley barber

YOU ARE READING PART ONE

>> gif found on gfycat <<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

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

requested | Anonymous

warnings | body image issues, bulimia, spanking

word count | 1,418

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardians noun (mom, dad, grandma, etc.)

summary | Hiiii. Can you please please please please please do a Stan barber x reader where the reader has bulimia, and Stan says that if they don't stop, he will spank them and reader thinks he is joking but Stan is serious and spanks them. Thank you

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You pulled your sweater close to your body, almost as if you were hiding from the students who walked the halls. You kept your eyes trained on the floor, not daring to make eye contact. You wanted to be so small that you could disappear.

You pushed open the doors to the cafeteria, praying that no one would hear what sounded so deafening to you. You felt a few eyes on your body, which surely meant nothing, but your mind was quick to whisper things you hated hearing.

Your feet began to move quicker through the cafeteria. You would’ve broken out into a run if the sole purpose of your speed hadn’t been to keep attention away from yourself. You reached the table with your best friends in record time, dropping your backpack onto the floor far too loudly for your liking.

“Woah there (Y/n), what the rush?” Stanley asked with a laugh. You looked at him before faking a laugh of your own and shrugging.

“Hungry, I guess.” You practically whispered. Syd raised her eyebrows.

“You’re real quiet today, is everything alright?” She asked as she took a drink of her chocolate milk. You instinctively pulled your sweater even closer to your body.

“Yeah, I just didn’t get a whole lot of sleep. You know how it is…” You replied, bending over to grab your lunchbox from your backpack. She hummed before shrugging, not pressing the matter further.

Your hands seemed to shake feverishly as you unclasped the metal on the outside of your lunchbox. The clang it made was haunting. You opened the top, the sandwich lovingly crafted by your (g/n) practically glaring back at you. You clenched and unclenched your fists, mentally preparing yourself for the battle you were about to undergo.

Your trembling hands unwrapped the plastic that encased the sandwich. Watching the bread crumbs fall onto the table and grease over your fingertips made you feel nauseous. You closed your eyes and swallowed, trying to coat your incredibly dry throat. You exhaled and let your teeth sink into the bread, fighting back the gag that immediately surfaced.

“Oh, your (g/n) made you a sandwich? Lucky! I have to eat this stupid cafeteria food.” Stanley grumbled as he shuffled around what was supposed to be a pot pie. It looked more like vomit, which didn’t help your aversion to eating.

The more bites you took, the sicker you felt. Every clump of bread, mayo, ham, and cheese that slunk down your throat had to be forced to stay there. After what felt like agonizing hours of torture, you finished the sandwich and immediately began to feel the after-effects.

“I need to use the restroom.” You blurted out, standing abruptly and rushing out of the cafeteria. Stanley watched your quick pace as you disappeared beyond the doors.

“I’m not the only one who notices they do that, right?” Stan asked, looking at Sydney. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows quizzically.

“Every time they eat they stare at it like it’s poisoned. Then after they’re finished they rush to the bathroom.” He said, still staring intently at the doors. Sydney shrugged.

“Maybe they have fast bowels.” She said with a snicker. Stanley didn’t have the heart to laugh with her, he simply nodded somberly.

“Yeah…”

>><<

Stanley placed his car in park as he pulled into your driveway. He adjusted his mirror to look at his hair, making sure his appearance was palatable. He had to after all. He was spending the weekend at your house, and he’d be damned if he looked like a fool in front of you, of all people.

He hopped out of his far and shook his body, attempting to free the jitters he felt rising. He sighed and approached your door, knocking loud enough for you to hear but not too loud, of course. His heart began to pound as you opened the door, a small smile on your face.

“Hey, there homeslice.” He blurted out. You laughed and opened the door further for him to step inside.

“You’re very strange Stanley Barber.” You said, locking up once he was inside. Stan laughed.

“Strange is my middle name baby. Now come on. I pirated some sick-ass movies.”

>><<

Your stomach tensed as you barreled another handful of chips into your mouth. You winced as it ran down your throat, another amalgamation of junk being added to the pile in your abdomen. After every rise is a fall, and after every purge is a binge.

You became so scared of what you had been doing to your body that surely if you didn’t eat anything and everything you would’ve died right then and there. Keeled over and started writhing in pain as your body finally gave out.

But now, there was so much food in your body that you started to feel sick again. Your brain was starting to panic and you felt intense guilt wash over you. You didn’t deserve this food. How would you ever fit into those clothes you wanted if you kept eating like this? You stood abruptly, causing Stan to look at you.

“Everything alright?” He asked. You nodded.

“Bathroom.” You said simply before rushing through the door. Thankfully, the bathroom was right next to your room, so you were there in ten seconds flat.

Stanley watched as you ran out, desperate to get there as soon as you could. He couldn’t help but lean his ear against the wall, praying that his worst fear wouldn’t be confirmed. But just like that, he heard the intense retching from beyond the barrier. He looked at his hands as he continued to listen to the sound of you emptying your stomach for what felt like hours.

After far too long, he heard the toilet flush and the water run. He lifted his head off the wall, and you were back in the room in around a minute. You gave him a weak smile, no doubt trying to conceal what had just happened.

“Sorry about that… When you gotta go you gotta go… yaknow…” You trailed off, trying your best to not sound awkward. Stanley stared at you for a second, wondering how to address this.

“(Y/n)... Do you have bulimia?” He asked. Your face paled, and you felt the urge to throw up resurface.

“W-What? No. That’s crazy Stanley.” You replied, folding your arms across your body, almost as if you were shielding yourself from him. He stood up from your bed and approached you.

“(Y/n). Tell me the truth or I’ll… I’ll spank you!” He exclaimed the first thing that came to his mind. Your eyes widened and you made a noise that was half laugh, half scoff.

“Stanley… What are you even talking about? I- I can’t deal with you.” You said with a laugh, almost feeling lighthearted at such an odd threat. Stan could tell you weren’t taking this seriously. After all, he did just say he’d spank you.

“I’m gonna grab some water, I’ll be right back.” You said as you turned to the door. You prayed you’d successfully averted the conversation. Stanley, however, was not going to drop this that easily.

His eyes darted around the room, looking for some sort of leverage. Anything he could use to get you to just pause. And then, his eyes landed on your desk. Across it lie a ruler, and he got a stupid idea. A wonderfully stupid and perfectly Stanley Barber idea.

He grabbed the ruler and without a second thought, thwacked it across your ass. You yelped at the sudden pain. It wasn’t excruciating, but it definitely caught you off guard. You turned to see Stanley looking at you triumphantly with a ruler in his hand.

“Did you just…?”

“Yeah! A-and I’ll do it again if you don’t talk to me!” He shouted. You stared at him in disbelief, unsure of what else you could do.

“Please…” He pleaded, now lowering the ruler. His voice was filled with sorrow and desperation, which only made you feel worse.

“I don’t know how…” You whispered. Stan placed the ruler back on your desk before wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Maybe you can’t now but… I’m sure you will one day. I believe in you.” He replied. You could feel the tension release from your shoulders as you sank deeper into his hug. You felt so frail against him, but somehow, safe.

“Thank you, Stanley. But please, never spank me again.”

[owlpip]

Stanley barber actually is nonbinary :')

HELLL YEAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! i’m a little skeptical because i saw on twitter that people might be editing the wiki BUT I DONT CAREEEEE STANLEY BARBER IS NONBINARY!!!!!!!!!

[kateandd]

I don't know if you hc Stanley Barber as non binary but a fic where Syd and Stan are talking normally (while they are probably high) and Stan accidentally (or on purpose what ever you prefer) comes out to her.

Okay I’ll try my best (I love I am not okay with this) this is placed in 2020 sort of bit without crona. Also warning: mentions drugs, and non binary rights if you are nonbinaryphobic please go away . K bye

- so syd and Stan we’re just hanging out getting high together

- they were talking about how brad was horrible for Dina, shitty teachers, wired trends, and they kept asking eachother random questions

- “ what if a bird had human feet “ was one of the questions Stan asked

- “ what if jellyfish had arms” was one syd asked

- while they were laughing and being confused with eachother Stan said

-“ I’m nonbinary”

- Stan looked like he’d seen a ghost he didn’t mean to say that and syd could tell, so she said

-“ so you’re pronouns or they/them?”

- “ yeah” Stan was almost in tears

- “ hey, hey, it’s okay I will support you no matter what.”

- “ thanks syd”

-“ of course “

Hope you like it sorry if this is bad