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napping with stanley in the infinite hole (romantic)

The Narrator left, going to . . . wherever it was that he wanted to go.

You turned to Stanley, slightly unsure of what to do. Neither of you could get out of the hole and the one man who could was missing.

Stanley sat down on the floor and held out his arms for you. You crawled into them, resting your head on his chest. The beat of his heart was a reassuring reminder of his presence.

His breaths were slow and even on your skin as he slipped into a doze. You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, trying not to wake him, It had been so long since you had seen him eat, drink, sleep . . . or perform any human functions, really.

You treasured the quiet moment. The only sounds were your and Stanley's quiet breaths.

As the hole sloooooooooooowly started to sink down, you found yourself slipping into sleep within his warm arms.

Stanley unconsciously held you closer to him as you fell asleep, the both of you dreaming of new perspectives.

hey tsp fandom

I write and my inbox is open. can do both x reader or Stanley x the narrator.

Plz send in request I’m desperate

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i loooved ur stanley X reader post there’s barely any X reader about him out there :( could you do one of the reader helping out stanley when he’s anxious ? ty and have a good day <3

Yesssss I was hoping someone would ask for some more stanley x reader!! i'm sosososo excited to answer this ask holy crap

Also I'm so shocked there isn't more x reader stuff about him. Like you can project LITERALLY anything onto this guy and yall choose not to???

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Stanley fidgeted, gnawing at his lip. He paced the hallway of the press conference building. His face was lined with tension.

The concept of speaking in front of so many people was terrifying. To make it worse, Stanley couldn't even talk! The hallway seemed to close in on him.

"Stanley?"

He turned to look at you. As he did so, the world seemed to fold into itself. It was difficult to breathe. Was he breathing in at all? Or was he hyperventilating? He couldn't tell anymore.

"Hey, hey." You gently took his hands. "Breathe with me, okay? You're here. You're real. We're together." You led him through some deep breathing exercises until his breathing returned to (almost) normal.

Stanley pitched forward slightly. You led him to a chair and gently sat him down. He was covered in sweat, but you took no notice of that. You simply brushed some hair away from his forehead with a worried sigh.

Stanley felt weak and tired and somewhat nauseous. He squeezed your hand as a reminder of your presence. You were alive. He was alive. He still felt somewhat anxious about it all, but he felt a little better knowing you were there.

He kissed your hand as the adrenaline in his body slowly decreased.