Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

The Ruler | stanley barber

YOU ARE READING PART ONE

>> gif found on gfycat <<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

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.)

>> parts <<

one | The Ruler

two | Progress

summary | Hiiii. Can you please please please please please do a Stan barber x male 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 on tumblr

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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.