#saveianowt

requests are open for all :)

Pairing: Stanley Barber x GN!Reader

Word count: 644

(Y/n) = your name

(L/n) = last name

I hope you all enjoy :))

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You were making your way towards the front doors of Westinghouse High School, or in other words, your high school.

You had a few friends, you liked to surround yourself with a few people who you liked and enjoyed being around, rather than a lot of people that made you miserable all of the time. It’s quality over quantity, right?

Your backpack was hanging off of your right shoulder, almost falling off if it weren’t for your hand holding the strap, preventing it from falling, and avoiding pure embarrassment from having to bend down, picking it up, and stopping the crowd of people walking behind you.

Homecoming was coming around the corner, being roughly over a week away. That means that people were making and proposing proposals to people they liked, or even people that would boost their reputation higher. That could mean popular people asking out other popular people, or it could mean popular people asking out not-so-popular people so it would make them look like a better person.

You still didn’t have a date, it worried you just a tad bit, but you and a friend of yours promised that you’d go together if you both didn’t have dates. That plan went crumbling down just a few days later when they got asked out in the middle of History class. It looked like a scene out of a movie. They were on the verge of tears as they said yes, and the classroom erupted into cheers and hollers. You were happy for them, of course, but now you had no one to go with.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something tap your shoulder, you brushed it off at first, thinking it was just someone walking by. But when it happened again, you turned around. You squinted your eyes due to the sun, then put your hand over your eyes, like you were saluting, to cover the rays of sun that were blinding your vision.

“I think you dropped this? I don’t know if it’s yours exactly, but I mean, it could be.” A guy your age held out a water bottle towards you. He had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes.

You pulled your bag off of your shoulder and low and behold, your water bottle was gone.

“It is mine, thank you so much...” you trailed off, not knowing his name.

“Oh, uhh, Stanley Barber, nice to meet you.” Stanley handed you your water bottle, then extended his right hand towards you, as if to shake your hand.

You grasped his hand with yours and shook his hand. “Well Stanley Barber, thank you for finding my water bottle, I appreciate it so much. I’m (Y/n) (L/n).”

“Do you mind if I walk with you?” Stanley asked after a few moments of silence. “I think we live relatively close.”

“No I don’t mind at all, I’d enjoy the company.” You smiled at him as you both walked side by side, away from your high school. You both talked about your interests, favourite songs, and even yours and his birthdays.

“Wait, when’s your birthday again?” You asked once you both got to your front door.

“Oh, July 13th, why?”

“I just wanna put it in my calendar so I don’t forget.”

Stan smiled at the comment and proceeded to ask for your birthday again as well, saying he wanted to do the same.

“Uhh...do you happen to listen to Bloodwitch?” He asked before you opened the door.

“No, I don’t believe I do. Do you wanna text me later, and send me some of their best songs?”

“Sure, um, what’s your number?”

After you told him your number, he said that he’d text you their top 5 best songs, to which you smiled and both said your goodbyes.