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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.

Stanley Barber x Reader

Brownsville was boring. Most of the people sucked too. But not Stanley Barber. He wasn't shallow minded. Conversation flowed effortlessly as if your minds synched together. He just got you like no body else. He was your best friend and luckily also boyfriend.

Diner milkshakes were the way to go. You and your three best friends, Greta, Ellie, and Margo, usually hungout and got their sweet shakes every Friday night. It was 8:35 and you knew Stan was the only one left working at the bowling alley.

The girls were talking about the new Black Widow moving coming out and how they're preordering tickets when the waitress walked over with the checks.

"Before I get my check can you add a maple bacon milkshake to it?" You ask, getting out your wallet.

"Is it for Stan?" She asked. The waitress saw the two of you come in here often, and he always got a maple bacon milkshake.

You smiled, "yes, it actually is."

"Ah, young love. It's on the house then, "the old waitress winked, "You want it in a to go cup?"

"That would be great, thank you so much."

She nodded and walked.

You turned to your friends to see them exchanging looks before they almost laughed.

"What the hell are you cucks laughing at?"

"You're so in love, Y/N dear. What happened to saying you'd never cater to your boyfriend." Greta teased.

"I don't cater to him. He's been at work all day and could use a milkshake." You defended, twirling your fork absent mindedly.

"You don't bring me a milkshake when I work" Margo tried.

You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah but you don't fuck her, so she feels no obligation." Ellie joked. Your eyes went wide at the statement.

"You guys are assholes," you muttered as the waitress came back with the milkshake. You all thanked her and put on your coats.

"Tell lover boy that we say hi..." They changed as they got into their cars.

Teasing was natural at this point and it didn't bother you. Stan and you were smitten, and people adored it. Your best friends loved him and that's the most you could ask for. So the jokes were tolerated and from time to time you would indulge in them.

Luckily the diner was close to the bowling alley so his milkshake was still cold when you arrived.

Stan was bored out of his mind while closing up, but when he saw your car pull in his shitty evening suddenly got better. Before you got to the door he was standing there waiting for you.

"Mmm, what a lovely surprise visit." He said, opening the door for you. You blushed and took your coat off.

"I brought you a milkshake, hun."

Stanley smiled and gently grabbed it and the straw from you, "Is it..?"

"Maple bacon? I know you." She ruffled his hair as he put the straw in and took a drink. The bowling alley was quiet without anyone being there. Moments like this made you feel better about living in this shit town.

"Thank you, Y/N. Today wasn't great. I appreciate it." He pecked your cheek before sitting the milkshake down and going to move bowling balls to the correct spot for tomorrow.

You turned around in the barstool to watch him, "Wanna talk about it?"

Stan shrugged, "Dad's being a dick again. Today he took the weed with him that I was going to sell. And to put the cherry on top he left a mess in the kitchen before he left."

Stan's dad and him did not have a good relationship at all. His dad was a red neck who hated Stan's fashion. His dad was nice enough to you but that's because he knew your dad would raise hell if he wasnt.

Your father already threatened Stans dad before when Stan came over with a black eye. Your dad marched over there and told Mr. Barber that if he laid a hand on Stan again that he would kick his ass.

Your family loved Stan. He matched you perfectly and he treated you better than they could ever expect. Your brother was skeptical at first but he warmed up to your boyfriend.

"Here's what we are gonna do. I'm spending the night and bloodwitch is gonna blast thought the house as we clean up the kitchen."

Stan sadly smiled. His dad may be a selfish shit head, but he had you now. You. Who cared and showed it day after day. You who checked in on him. Hell, you brought him a milkshake while he was at work. You were his best friend and that made his heart ache in the best kind of way.

"I love you, Y/N." He said from the bottom of his heart. Everyone knew that stoner Stan Barber gave you his heart the second you started dating.

I had this vibe when I seen Stanley wearing the shades😎