Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

Sore Sides | stanley barber

>> gif credit to @/ticklefeels-for-seb on tumblr <<

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

requested | Anonymous

warnings | n/a

word count | 1,018

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

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

editor | @/feliscatus on tumblr

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

"Ugh... I have to go." Sydney said as she sat up from the bed.

"Boooooo." You replied. She laughed as she grabbed her backpack.

"I have to babysit."

"Yeah yeah I know. I'm just giving you shit." You said, not moving from your comfortable position.

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

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

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

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

"Did you fall asleep?" You asked. He grunted and you couldn't help but laugh.

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

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

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

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

"Wow, you're really ticklish."

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

>>timeskip<<

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's funny." He said.

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

>>timeskip<<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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