"You've hooked up with hundreds of girls, why am I different." "First off, probably only 70 girls. Second, I like you more than those girls, more than any girl."

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[Jack Dylan Grazer X Reader] [Complete] ❝ Well then, what's wrong? ❞ ❝ I'm completely in love with you but you're too blind to see that. ❞ -·☾·- [full respect to Ellie who is probably a wonderful human being] [Jack isn't a man whore but I wanted to make it into a story like this. Just making the fact noticed] Inspiration from [fake - jack dylan grazer] by @veronicawnder Key Y/n - your name M/n - mom's name E/c - eye color L/n - last name Y/n/n - your nickname Y/u/n - your username

Olivia fell for Stanley but Stanley fell for Sydney. Journeys happened and love erupted. Olivia went through a lot and she had hard times. But will she have hard times when Stanley finally understands her love for him? (Currently editing) • • • • Highest ranking: #1 in I am not ok with this Highest ranking: #4 in enya Highest ranking: #1 in dina Highest ranking: #6 in barber Highest ranking: #1 in Stanley Barber

"Holding in your feelings is unhealthy." "I don't have a healthy lifestyle."

Milk carton at your lunch table. You try to take a sip. Stanley Barber comes over, finally talks to you. You almost drop it. Milk carton in his hands. The morning when he stays at your house to avoid his dad. He's dancing as he makes your family pancakes, to make it up to them. You almost kiss him. Milk carton and cereal on the hood of his car. You're staring at the stars. Maybe this time... You meet Stan Barber and it's starting to make sense. I Am Not Okay With This fanfic

Your a outsider. Just living in Derry Maine. What happens when you lay eyes on Stanley Uris?

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"