#stanley barber imagines

[sammythelover]

[cheeksofstars]

dating s. barber would include... ೨ৎ

✦ stanley brings a lot of fun and spontaneity into the relationship. he’s always coming up with date ideas, like late night drives to nowhere, little diy projects, or music sessions with his vinyl collection.

stanley genuinely cares about you and your well being. he’s the type to check in on you regularly, making sure you’re okay and offering a listening ear whenever you need to talk.

he’s incredibly supportive of your individuality and encourages you to express yourself fully. whether it’s a unique fashion choice or an unconventional hobby, stan's your biggest fan.

stanley’s affection shows in his creativity. he’s the kind of boyfriend who’ll make you a mixtape of songs that remind him of you, write you funny or cute notes, or surprise you with handmade gifts. he puts a lot of thought into everything he does for you.

stanley is open minded and accepting of all your quirks and flaws. he’s the last person to judge you for your mistakes or insecurities. he’ll help you work through them and make you feel loved for who you are.

stanley has a unique sense of humor and always keeps things fun. he loves making you laugh, even during tough times, and he knows how to bring a smile to your face when you’re upset.

stanley understands the importance of having time for yourself and is respectful of your need for space. he won’t smother you with attention but will be there whenever you need him.

stanley is always patient, especially when it comes to the more complex parts of your relationship. he’s willing to take things slow, understanding that everyone has their own pace when it comes to love.

stanley might not be traditionally romantic, but he shows his affection through small, meaningful gestures. he’ll hold your hand when you’re walking, wrap an arm around your shoulders when you’re sitting together, or lean in close when you’re talking.

he’s loyal and dedicated, always sticking by your side no matter what you go through together. he’ll be your rock and someone you can rely on at all times.

stanley lovesss music and he uses it as a way to connect with you. whether it’s sharing his favorite records, introducing you to new artists, or just listening to music together, he expresses his feelings through the songs he loves.

despite his laid back persona, stanley is intuitive when it comes to your emotions. he can tell when something’s bothering you and will gently coax you into opening up, offering comfort and understanding without pushing you too hard.

stanley loves spending time with the people he cares about, and that’s how he expresses his love. whether it’s hanging out listening to music, or watching old movies, stanley feels most connected to you when you’re together. he values moments where you can just be yourselves, enjoying each other’s company without any pressure or expectations.

stanley is the type of person who shows his love by doing things for you, even in small ways. he might fix something that’s broken, help you with a project, or surprise you with a small gesture, like bringing you your favorite snack when you’re having a bad day. for him, these little actions are his way of showing that he’s thinking of you and wants to make your life a bit easier and happier.

[hopefulfuturenovelauthor]

Charlie Boy

Stanley Barber x reader gn

song- Charlie Boy by the Lumineers

about 1.2 k words

warnings: language, mentions of Stanley’s father, Stanley’s bruised eye, I can’t think of anything else but if I need to add something let me know.

“Don’t go to war, firstborn in ‘44,” you walked around the room, collecting a mound of blankets from the couch. 

“And Kennedy made him believe, we could do much more,” the soft fabrics clung to your arms, still a little wet from the pouring rain. Running around the block to get here without an umbrella had not been your brightest idea. But that didn’t stop you anyway.

“Lillian, don’t hang your head, love should make you feel good,” you let the blankets fall from your arms at the foot of the bed. You grabbed the fluffiest from the pile and carefully laid it over the boy lying on his side. 

“In uniform, you raised a man, who volunteered to stand,” you gently patted his head of curls, taking your other arm’s sleeve to wipe away stray tears.

“Ohohoh, ohoh, ohoh, 0hohoh, ohoh, ohoh,” he laid there still unmoving as sadness pooled in his eyes and fell down his cheeks. You stepped away only slightly to hear him whine as you left to turn off the lamp a little ways away from his bed.

“Play the bugle, play the taps, Make your mothers proud,” you returned back to his side as you softly brushed at his tears, painfully avoiding his bruised cheek and eye. Stanley’s hands grabbed yours as he tried to pull you down beside him.

“Sweetheart, I’m soaked. I’m just going to get you wet,” you said.

“I don’t care,” Stan said raggedly, “just hold me while you sing.”

“Okay,” you whispered before crawling into bed beside him, placing a second blanket over the both of you, the one he already had separating you so he would stay dry.

“Raise your riffles to the sky, boys, fire that volley loud,” you stroked his head as faced away from you.

“News was bad on Upland Ave, Metuchen mourn our loss,” you sang out to the quiet of the room. Stanley’s sniffling had become fainter.

“Sons, rebelled, while fathers yelled, and mothers clutched the cross,” your arms slowly wrapped around the poor boy beside you, comforting him the best you could.

“Ohohoh, ohoh, ohoh, ohohoh, ohoh,ohoh,” you hummed out as Stan bundled into the blankets you gave him, swadling himself in the warmth that them and you provided.

“Play the bugle, play the taps, make your fathers proud,” you voice was starting to fade away and Stanley’s breathing evened out. 

“Raise your riffles to the sky, boy, fire that volley loud,” you finished the song, leaving a silence that was neither comfortable or uncomfortable. Regardless of the suffocating feeling, you felt left trapped in the house that was both a blessing and a curse. You rested your head against his. The strands of curls brushed your face as you tried to relax.

“I like when you sing,” he whispered.

“I like when you sing too,” you responded neutrally, uncertain of how far this conversation would go.

“It’s better when you sing,” Stanley said, “you only sing when I need you or when you think no one is listening. It makes you sound like an angel.”

“How come?” you asked.

“Because you always come when I need you and the way you can calm me down so easily makes it all seem… etherial.”

“That’s some high praise,” you responded against his curls.

“It’s true,” he replied back. You sat in silence for a few moments before Stanley broke it again. “How do I sound to you when I sing?” curiosity filled his voice.

“Like a rat choking on pesticide,” you said monotonously, as your emotions ran wild in the madness of your head.

“I’m being serious,” Stan said through a giggle, still not choosing to turn and face you.

“You sound normal,” Stan shifted against you antsily, expectantly, as if he wanted to hear something as meaningful as he had said to you. “You sound like yourself.  You can hear your personality each time you belt out a chorus, or forget a word, or your voice breaks. All I hear is you, and it’s wonderful. Because your my favorite thing to listen to, even if at times you do sound like a rat choking on pesticides.”

Stanley stayed quiet. Time passed and in your head you could hear the ticking of the clock in your brain, the countdown until one of you broke the silence or fell asleep.

“If I wasn’t so emotionally tapped, I’d confess my undying love for you.”

“If you weren’t so emotionally tapped, I would have already spun you around to face me,” you answered back.

Stanley wiggled out of your grasp as he shifted about. After a few attempts he finally flipped over with what would have been minimum effort if he had succeeded the first time. Glossy eyes stared at yours, one surrounded by the purple bruise. His smile was contagious most days, but not this one, not while he was hurt.

“I know you turned, but you are still absolutely drained after today,” you said, scooting back to get a better look at him.

“Yeah, but I wanted to see you too. You're comfy and cozy and everything, but sometimes seeing is believing even when you ground me.”

“I will take comfy and cozy as a compliment,” you stated.

“You should. You smell nice. It makes it very easy to get all warm and toasty when the person smothering you smells like a freshly baked Christmas cookie.”

“That was…,” the words weren’t coming to your mouth right away. “Random. Very fucking random, but okay. You smell like weed and hormones so, you know at least I don’t smell like that.”

“God, I wish I smelled like you. However, it gets very difficult to be around you when I’m high. I get the munchies and sadly I can’t chew on you like I could a cookie.”

“Okay,” you said trying to reel the conversation back in, “I think that is enough talk tonight. You need rest, Stan. I need rest. We both need some time to just fucking be without the whole god damn world breathing down our necks. So just try and get some shut eye for me, will ya?”

Stanley’s thin lipped and tired smile was thrown your way as he moved forward to rest his head just below your neck. His untamed curls brushed against your chin as he snuggled into you, arms wrapping around your side as he relaxed. 

Without much thought, you placed a soft kiss on top of his head and returned the embrace. Your arms drifted from under his to wrap up and around his back. Your fingers made small circles on his shoulders as he hummed with his eyes closed.

“I love you so fucking much,” he said.

“I love you too, Stan.”

“So fucking much?”

“So fucking much, and much much more.”

You both fell asleep shortly after. The warm smell of cookies filling Stan’s senses as the refreshing smell of his citrus shampoo wafted from his hair and into your heart. A blossoming comfort engulfed you both in the sweet smells of an inviting winter and a revivifying spring.

[strawberryloveyyy]

If I could inject this into my blood circulation thingy I would

All I Need My Baby (And A Cigarette) - Stanley Barber

word count: 12,795 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) (y/l/n) and Stanley Barber may be neighbors, but they haven’t been friends since they were children.  Stan plans on changing that, even if (y/n) is a bit more of a popular girl now.  He’s pretty convincing though… and charming… + based (very loosely) on this song ___

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about me.

leo/leonidas. twenty. any pronouns. enfp 4w3. comfortable with any terms. og miyagi do trio defender (sam, robby & demetri). elimetri stan. not a keenry stan. occasional fanfic writer (more committed on wattpad, less committed on ao3). child of poseidon. jkr hater. always a safe space (unless you’re a bigot!).

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kin list! maya hart. ricky bowen. prince wilhelm. alex mercer. darcy olsson. percy jackson. dante quintana. leo valdez. alex claremont-diaz. stanley barber. ponyboy curtis. alaska young. merlin. robby keene. benji campbell. jack dawson. peter parker. moana. nico di angelo.

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[starkeyboy]

starkeyboys materlist

OUTERBANKS

9-1-1

STRANGER THINGS

INOWT

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

NETEYUM

LUKE CASTELLAN

[darling-i-read-it]

We Belong

Stanley Barber x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: talks about Stans shitty ass dad

Author’s Note: I just finished this show and Stanley Barber and Stanley Uris own me. Maybe its just Wyatt who knows these days but I really adored this like ugh he stole my heart

Summary: Dancing Stans room turns to talk in Stans room

Genre: fluff

Song:

(not my gif)

You sat in Stanleys bedroom, looking over the records that he had in one of his shelves.

You groaned at his taste but knew that if it was up to him there was probably going to be another afternoon of Bloodwitch. Not that you minded them that much but you wanted some change in the environment.

Stan ran down the stairs just as you were pulling a stray record from the stack.

“Did I let you in?” he asked, dancing down the stairs over to you even though there was no music playing. You shrugged and pointed a little bit to the half opened window. He laughed and walked over, giving you a kiss on the cheek and then walking past you.

“You can’t just not be here when I want to be. Especially after school,” you told him seriously and then put the record on his player. You could hear the rain from outside and wanted to have the music playing. You carefully put the needle over the song you wanted.

“Well if you see my dad's car in the driveway you should probably just stay away. I think he’s coming home soon, there's something in the air,” he told you absentmindedly. You had been dating long enough to know about his dad and how much you hated him.

“Stan you drive your dad's car. Can’t believe you have a Pat Benatar album by the way,” you said as the sound of ‘We Belong’ came into the air. You did a little dance with your arms as you walked over to where he was putting away his backpack and books.

“You love this song, there is no denying that,” he told you with a small laugh. “Don’t wanna leave you really, I’ve invested too much time-” he started singing dramatically. You laughed at his abandoned books. He walked over to the couch and hopped up there, his bare feet making the cushions sink a little bit. You smiled and followed him as your boyfriend started dramatically singing.

He needed this. You had noticed he was a little off lately and you figured that it was because of his dad coming back after all. But if you could get him to sing We Belong to you you figured he would be fine for the night at least.

“We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder! We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under!” he called, his hand going out to you as he dramatically moved to the music. You figured if he was going to get it done you had to as well so you kneeled down on the ground in front of him, your hand over your forehead as though you were a damsel in distress.

“Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better. We belong, we belong, we belong together!” you sang together. You got up and he took your hand to help you stand up on the couch as well. He helped steadied you and ‘Painted Desert’ began to play but you weren’t really listening to it.

You were both laughing and holding on to each other but it was just unsteady enough that you almost fell and then you did fall, the dancing stopping as he landed on top of you. You laughed and gave him a soft kiss before moving so that you were laying on top of him, your head on his chest.

He put his arm over your back and your legs enter tangled as the music kept playing over you. Your laughter died down and you let out a content sigh. He rubbed your back and put his chin on your head.

“You don’t have to worry about my dad. By the way,” he told you softly. You hummed quietly. You couldn’t see his face but you could picture it on the reflection of the windows rain that was still half open.

“But I do have to worry about you,” you told him. He was silent which was new for him because he knew you were right but you tried to ignore it and move forward. “I’m going to get my mom's car if that's okay. I’ll drive you around in that so that you don’t have to drive the car you know?”

You turned up and looked at him and he was looking down at you, confused.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked you. You shrugged and sat up some, putting your elbow between his side and the couch. You put your head in your palm and shrugged.

“Because you’re Stanley and I like you. No worries you loser.” He smiled.

“Thanks. You’re a loser.” You rolled your eyes and put your head back on his chest.

“No you.”

[stanleybarberstolemyheart]

Homecoming (or something like that...) Stanley Barber x Reader

To say you had a crush on Stanley Barber was an understatement. You fell in love with him the first day you met him. You went to visit the bowling alley with your friends, it just so happened that Stan worked there. It also happened to be the first time you’d ever talked to him. It was awkward as you’d only ever admired him from afar. You were in the middle of your fifth turn when you heard a cheesy yet classic song come on and you couldn’t resist. You finished your turn as the song neared it’s chorus and without hesitation started shamelessly singing and dancing to the lyrics: “I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night he’s gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero i'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger than life!Larger than life!” When the song finished you heard a small chuckle from behind the counter and realized that Stan had seen all of it. Your face turned a bright shade of red. Once your game finished you walked up to the counter and returned your shoes. “Hey, aren’t you the dancing girl?” You heard Stan say as he took your shoes from you. “Yeah,” you blush “not my finest moment. I’m Y/N.” You half chuckled. “It’s okay,” Stan smiled, “I do it too, especially when there’s no one around to see it!” He laughed. “Thanks, Stanley.” You replied with a small smile on your face. “No problem, see ya around?” “Sure thing.” And with that you left. That was three days ago. You hadn’t seen Stan since.

Tonight was the dance and all you could think about was impressing Stanley. You didn’t even know why because it wasn’t like you were going with him. He was going with Syd and D. You hated these things anyway. They were a social anxiety trap.

You stood in the mirror fixing your hair and makeup. You had on the “coolest” dress you could find. It was a long black dress with a slit up the left side and the sleeves hung off your shoulders elegantly. Your shoes consisted of your favorite black boots that you never went without. Taking one last look in the mirror you sighed and grabbed your purse as you headed out the door and off to the dance.

When you reached the gym you saw Stanley quirkily dancing while Syd and D just laughed. You couldn’t help but to admire how goofy he was. He was one of the sweetest boys you’d ever met and he was pretty funny too. He always made you smile. Even when you didn’t want to. You waved to him but he didn’t notice. To say that didn’t make your heart ache was a lie. After a few minutes of trying to find your friends you decided it was no use and headed to the punch table. One of your friends came stumbling in drunk. “Heyyyyy Y/N...” “what’s up?!” You asked inquisitively while trying to make sure they didn’t spill punch down the front of you. “We’re ditching you and heading to a party at Brads house..s-Sorry!” They hiccuped as they galloped out of the gym stumbling through people on the way. So now what. Stanley has no idea you like him so you can’t just go hang out with him and your former friend group kicked you out. You should’ve never came.

You rushed for the doors and found yourself crying in the bathroom. You neglected to notice that there was other people in there two of which happened to be Syd and D. You didn’t really hang out with them much but you knew them enough for them to know you weren’t okay. “Hey, Y/N..what’s wrong?” D asked concerned. “Nothing, tonight’s just been awful. My so called friends kicked me out of the group and Stan doesn’t even know I exist. I should’ve never came tonight.” You said through more tears. Syd giggled a little. “You like Stan?” She asked. “A little...” you blushed. “How about you come hangout with us tonight.” D chimed in. You nodded your head and sniffled as you smoothed out your dress and linked arms with D and Syd.

“Hey girls I thought I los-oh! Having a little girl trouble are we?” Stan raised and eyebrow. Syd rolled her eyes. He looked you up and down. “Y/N you look great!” He smiled but it quickly turned to a frown when he noticed the mascara running down your face. “Are you okay?” He asked sincerely. “I will be.” You smiled. Stan nodded. “Would you maybe want to dance? With me?” Stan asked you reaching his hand out. You hesitated for a second until Syd and D pushed you forward with a wicked smirk on their face. “She would love to.” They said one unison.

You followed Stan out to the dance floor. He looked so adorable in his blue suit. He wasn’t like everyone else and that’s what you loved about him. He danced almost as awkwardly as you which made you laugh. A slow song came on and you felt Stan wrap one of his arms around your waist. You blushed a little and put your arms around his neck. He brought his free hand up to your cheek and gently rubbed away the mascara stains with his thumb. You smiled and leaned in to his palm at the gesture. “You know I never thought you’d like a guy like me.” He stated. “Someone as beautiful as you never falls for someone like me.” He continued. “Stanley, I’ve loved you for years. I was just to scared to say anything.”

Before he could even reply you felt his lips on yours. He was soft, gentle, warm and felt like home. When you pulled apart to gasp for air, you caught a glimpse of Syd and D giving you a big thumbs up. You smiled and buried your face in Stans chest. He turned around to see what caused you to do it and chuckled when he saw Syd and D.

“I could get used to this.” He said only audible enough for you to hear him, as he placed a kiss on your head and the two of you swayed to the music.

A/N: oh my goodness. This is my first Stanley Barber fic and also my first time writing in a while so it was rough. I hope I did it justice. I know it’s really cheesy but I’m in a fluff mood tonight. Also I might be over dramatic but I’d give my life for Stanley. Xx - K

This was requested by the lovely @graceirxland 💖

[kneedeepinfandoms]

somebody write some more Stanley Barber x readers please. I just finished reading all the ones on Tumblr for him, and i need more.

Also i would write one myself but like I'm currently taking a break from writing imagines right now because of school. So please i need more IANOWT fanfics.

[cheeksofstars]

hiii omg can you do a stanley barber x reader where the reader has storm anxiety and stan like calms her down and it's all cute and stuff?? not smut or anything, just lots of fluff! Thank you so much 💗💗

comforting u during a storm! ೨ৎ s. barber x reader

𐙚˚ stanley barber x fem!reader. fluff. 0.5k words.

✦ it’s late in the afternoon, and the sky has turned a dark shade of gray. the wind picks up, rustling the trees outside your window. you know a storm is coming, and that familiar tightness begins to form in your chest. as the first rumble of thunder echoes through the house, your anxiety spikes.

you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to steady your breathing when there’s a knock on your door. before you can respond, stanley’s head pops in, his hair slightly messy, and his quirky smile in place.

“hey, i, uh, noticed the storm clouds rollin’ in,” he says, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “thought i’d come over and, you know, keep you company. storms can be kinda freaky, right?”

you manage a small nod, your hands twisting nervously in your lap. the sound of rain starts tapping against the window, and you flinch as another clap of thunder follows.

stanley, noticing your unease, immediately moves to sit beside you on the bed. “hey, it’s okay. you know, i’ve read that storms are just nature’s way of balancing things out. it’s like… nature’s big, dramatic reset button.”

you raise an eyebrow, trying to focus on his words rather than the storm outside. “a reset button?”

“yeah!” he continues, his tone upbeat and reassuring. “like, all that lightning and thunder? it’s just the atmosphere letting off steam. Ii’s kind of like the earth’s way of shaking off a bad day. and hey, you’ve got me here, so nothing bad’s gonna happen.”

another flash of lightning lights up the room, but stanley quickly reaches out, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “wanna try something?” he asks, his voice softening. “we can focus on something else. how about we listen to some music? i’ve got this playlist that’s perfect for drowning out storms.”

you nod, appreciating his effort. stanley pulls out his old cassette player and pops in a tape. the soft strumming of a guitar fills the room, the melody soothing and calming. he leans back against the headboard, motioning for you to do the same.

“close your eyes,” he suggests. “let’s just listen. picture something nice—like, i dunno, the two of us hanging out in a sunny field somewhere, with no storms, just the sound of birds and maybe a lazy river nearby.”

you follow his lead, closing your eyes and letting the music wash over you. as the storm rages on, you focus on the peaceful scene he’s painted in your mind.

after a while, you notice your breathing has slowed, the tension in your body easing. the storm doesn’t seem as scary with stanley there, chatting away about random things, making you laugh at his oddball comments.

when the storm finally begins to wane, you open your eyes to find stanley looking at you with a warm smile. “see? told you we’d get through it.”

you smile back, feeling a sense of calm you hadn’t expected. “thanks, stan. i needed that.”

“anytime,” he replies, nudging your shoulder playfully. “i’m your storm busting sidekick, after all.”

as the last raindrops patter against the window, you realize that with stanley by your side, even the scariest storms don’t seem so bad.

[stenbrozier]

Ugly Floral Couch (Stanley Barber x Reader)

A/N: I am on my fifth time binging IANOWT, I love the show so much and I love Stanley Barber more then anything else in the world. I AM APART OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY!! I, IN NO WAY, AM TRYING TO HURT SOMEONE WITH A FEW OF THE WORDS IN THIS STORY!!! Also, another side note, I don’t know when this show is supposed to take place, so I’m just going to do some modern things as well. I hope no one minds :))

Plot: Stanley drives you home from school one day and invites you in, but you both don’t realize that his dad is home. {Takes place after the events of season one!!}

Warnings: SPOILERS (character backstory/persoanlities/WHAT HAPPENS IN THE LAST EPISODE), abuse, slurs (derogatory towards LGBT+) gets a lil steamy (making out + a bit of grabbing), weed smoking + swearing

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You stuffed your notebook into your backpack when the bell ring, running towards the door when you heard someone call your name. You turned away and saw Stanley Barber, your neighbor, running after you. You sighed, stopping and waiting for him. He had been one of your closest friends in elementary school, but ever since middle school, you had both drifted apart and didn’t speak as often as you once had; however, you would never purposely ignore the loud, nerdy boy with a mess of curly hair. Stan’s heart was so big, and you weren’t going to hate him for it like everyone else.

“M’lady, your chariot awaits,” he bowed when he got to your side. You rolled your eyes, walking a little ways down the hall to get to your locker. “How’ve you been? I never see you when we leave, and I know you always try to leave as soon as possible, but maybe you could start waiting for me?” You looked over at him from the side of your door and he had the brightest smile on his face.

“I’ll try, but I usually have to leave quick cause of work,” you replied quietly. “But I wouldn’t mind a ride in that beat up, piece of shit, yellow car.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand once you shut your locker with a loud slam. “Plus, we need a good jam sesh.” Stan looked back at you and nodded.

“We haven’t had one in a while,” he said. “Maybe we can include a smoke sesh as well, darling.” You laughed at him, seeing his cheeks turn pink as he heard it. When you got to his car, you threw your backpack into the back and curled up in the passenger’s seat, tucking one of your legs under the other as you leaned towards the center console. “What time do you need to be at work?” Stan put three key in the ignition, turning it and you felt the car rumble underneath you.

“Lucky for you, I’m off today,” you said with a bright smile. His cheeks tinted pink again as he backed out of the parking spot, speeding down the street to your guys’ neighborhood. “Where’s the weed, Barber?” He nodded towards the center console and cleared his throat.

“It’s in the silver case, where it’s always been.” He stopped at the stop sign, watching as Sydney Novak ran down the street. He rolled down the window, screaming something out at her as you fiddled with the button to open the case. He sighed, rolling his eyes and continuing down the street. You looked at the steering wheel, seeing his knuckles turn white. You reached back into the center console, now with joint in hand, and grabbed the lighter that sat in there. You lit the joint, taking a puff before holding it in front of Stanley’s face. He winked at you, taking one for himself before sighing contendly.

“What’s up with her,” you asked quietly as he shrugged. “I mean, I know everyone is scared of her, especially after homecoming, but she doesn’t have to be a bitch.” He rolled his eyes, pulling the car to the side of the road and turning off the engine. You noticed you were in front of his house.

“No matter what I do for her, she finds someway to get pissed at me,” he said sadly. “I can’t believe I ever considered dating her.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him as you both got out of the car. You grabbed your backpack and followed him down his driveway.

“You know she’s a dyke, right,” you asked as he gave you a dirty look. “Okay, guess we’re still defending her.” You took another hit from the joint before Stanley took it and put it out in the front yard but not before he took one last hit.

“You don’t call people ‘dyke’, (Y/N), no matter how much they hurt you. That’s how Brad fucking died.” He pushed open his front door and let you go inside first. “Head down to my room, I’ll be there in a minute.” He closed the door, looking up and noticing his dad sitting on the couch upstairs. You stopped dead in your tracks, backing up a bit as he looked at you both.

“Hi, Mr. Barber,” you said softly, looking at Stanley, who tensed up. Stanley’s dad nodded at you, while Stanley lead you to his room but didn’t come down the steps with you. You sat down on his couch, noticing the embroidered flowers coming undone from years and years of wear. You sighed, tucking your legs into your chest and grabbing the book you had in your backpack. You could hear them fighting a little, not yelling per say, just bickering about something. You focused on your book, not wanting to hear them any longer. Suddenly, the door that lead into the basement slammed shut and Stanley bounded down the steps, sniffling. You looked up at him and gasped, noticing his left eye was puffy and starting to swell.

“What do you wanna listen to, darling,” he asked quietly, walking over to his collection of vinyls. You shrugged, going up behind him and leaning your head on his shoulder. He moved his arm up, letting you cuddle into his side. You knew that Stanley had liked to he comforted like this, with good physical attention. “How about some SWMRS?” You nodded against his shoulder, feeling his right arm reach for the vinyl. You detached yourself from him, going to sit down on the couch. You tucked your feet underneath you, feeling your shoe get caught on one of the undone flowers. You sighed, pulling your sneakers off, waiting for Stan to come sit next to you. When he did, you snuggled into his side, closing your eyes and feeling him sigh. After a few songs, you looked back up at his face, seeing his eye was starting to turn black and blue.

“Fuck, Stan,” you said, sitting up to get a better look at it. He shrugged, not wanting to draw too much attention to it. “Do you have any ice down here?” He nodded, pointing over the small mini fridge he has behind a table. You got up, hearing him whine softly from the loss of contact and grabbed a rag, filling it with a few pieces of ice before folding it up. You went up to him, instructing him to close his eye before you softly placed the rag on it. He looked at you with his open eye, noticing tears starting to well up in your eyes. He sighed, catching your attention.

“(Y/N) don’t cry,” Stanley said, taking your hand away from his eye. “It’s okay, I’ll be okay.” You sniffled, putting the ice down onto the couch next to him. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. You hugged him tight, crying softly into his shoulder. You sniffled again, trying to pull yourself together before you pushed away to look into his eyes.

“You don’t deserve to get treated like this,” you whispered softly, rubbing your thumb over the outskirts of the bruise. “You’re just so loving and...so lovable.” He shrugged, hugging your tighter.

“It happens to the best of us,” Stanley said. You shook your head. You looked back at his eye, going up close to look at the damage a bit better. You feel your heart facing in your chest and you notice him start to tense up, so you back away. You stood up, walking over to his vinyl collection silently, still feeling your heart race in your chest. You hear the creek of the couch as he stood up, and then feel his arms wrap around your shoulders. “Why’d you get up.” He whispered softly in your ear, sending chills down your body. You brushed your hand over your head, shrugging as you picked a vinyl off of the shelf to switch with SWMRS one: Bloodwitch. Stanley tucked his head into your neck, and when you felt him smile, you flinched a bit. You and Stan were both very touchy people, showing that you care through physical touch, but he had never done that before. You pried yourself away from him, clearing your throat before switching the records. Stanley sighed, following you. When the first chord of the song started to play, you started to dance around and Stanley gave in and joined you. You guys jumped around and screamed the lyrics, not caring what his dad was going to say anymore. After the first side of the album, Stanley flipped it over and just stared at you as you continued to dance.

“‘Fill my soul with light, my heart with fire,’” you sang as you spun in circles. You lost balance, and Stanley ran up behind you and caught you, turning you in his arms so your chest was pressed against his. You started laughing, burying your face into his chest as you felt his arms wrap around you protectively. You pulled away, still getting over your giggle fit as you looked him in the eyes. The single light above you both made them sparkle, drawing you in. You stood on your tiptoes and held his face in your hands, bringing it down to meet your lips. Suddenly, you realized you were kissing your childhood best friend and pushed yourself away. You stammered, profusely apologizing as you walked over to grab your things.

“Stanley, I’m so sorry,” you said, rubbing your hand over your face. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry if I stepped over any boundaries and, oh my god, I really hope I didn’t ruin anything between us because I’d still love to be your friend and” He cut you off by slamming his lips against yours again. He pulled away, running his hand down your back with a small smile in his face.

“I’ve been waiting for ten fucking years to kiss me,” he said quietly, rubbing circles into your lower back. “Don’t tell me you didn’t mean it.” He looked down at his feet, looking back up at you with sadness in his eyes but still trying to keep the smile there.

“Of course I meant it, I-I just didn’t wanna overstep,” you said softly back. “Y-you liked it?” Stanley nodded and leant back in. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips connect to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fiddling with the small curls at the nape of his neck. He pulled your hips closer to his, muttering a groan at the feeling of you so close to him. Stanley started walking forwards, which made you stumble backwards and onto the couch. He pulled away, sitting down before pulling you down onto his lap and attaching your lips together again. You moaned against him, feeling him hike you up further on to his lap by your thighs. Stan’s hands moved up to your ass and he squeezed it, hard, causing a gasp to leave your mouth, and his tongue made its way into it. After a few minutes of this, you pulled away, gasping for breath. He moved his arms back to your waist and pulled you impossibly closer to him, sticking his head into your neck and leaving little kisses. You ran your fingers through his hair, leaving soft kisses in the curls.

“Does this mean you’re my girl,” Stanley said, pulling his head up to look into your eyes. You blushed, seeing him smile at the innocent reaction. “I would really, really, really love it if you were my girl.”

“And I would really, really, really love to be your girl,” you said back, climbing off of his lap and walking back over to the record player. You saw your favorite album, Three Imaginary Boys by The Cure, sitting on the shelf and you gasped. “I’ve been looking for this for ages! Where’d you find it?” He rolled his eyes, getting up to stand behind you with his hands loosley on your waist.

“I found it the thrift shop on Reed,” he said with a chuckle. “I was actually going to give it to you for your birthday, but I ended up keeping it because it reminded me of you and we hadn’t been talking so...” Stanley wrapped his arms around your waist. “But now that you’re my girl, you can listen to it whenever you want. So, no harm, no foul.” You laughed, turning around in his arms to kiss him quickly on the nose.

“Well whenever I’m here this is all we’ll be listening to.” He shrugged, a small smirk coming onto his face.

“At least it’s with you.”

[har-rison-s]

Cars and Girls

A/N: Hi! So I’m writing the Stanley Barber piece. I’m really excited! Stanley’s a very interesting character. By the way, when Stanley’s dancing-in-the-bedroom scene started and Prefab Sprout started playing, I was hOWLING. I LOVE THEIR MUSIC SO MUCH!!! And Stanley jamming out to it…. Oh. My God. I’ll try to keep my fanatism about it in my pants. Happy quarantine reading!

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Even in the dim-lighted environment of the covered-off bleachers Stanley Barber’s self-made suit doesn’t lose its brightness. Nor does his soul. Despite the night’s so-far events, his recent mood and surrounding environments, his soul shines brightly through. Even through his pouty face.

It still makes her smile. She has been looking at him for a while already, trying to get the guts to finally go over to him. Well, she is brave enough to do it, but she thinks he won’t respond to her or, at least, in the way she’d think of being pleasant. She came to homecoming alone, not because someone broke her heart, ditched her or because all her friends have dates and she’s the only one without. She wanted to come alone and enjoy the semi-pathetic show of teenagers trying to dance alone.

So in her yellow nineteen-fifties-style dress, with flowers embroidered here and there on the back and skirt, she makes her way to the saddened boy in a blue suit on the bleachers. She chooses the way along the bleachers, not wanting to get in the middle of the whole dancing scene. Not yet.

She climbs the few steps, a grin already etching slowly onto her lips, a grin she tries to conceal with looking down. But she can’t hide it anymore when she’s standing in front of the boy and he looks up at her.

“What’s got you so blue?” She asks. He gives her a very faint smile, but looks down again.

“Mostly my outfit.” He admits and casts her a second-long shy look. She laughs.

“Your date left you, I assume.” She then carefully speculates. He nods and she feels him distancing from her, almost going cold again. She feels sorry to have said that.

“Something like that.” He says in a hurt voice. She extends her hand to him without thinking. Stanley eyes it suspiciously.

“They’re gonna play a good song next.” She supports her offering and shrugs. Stanley looks at her fully now, taking in who he’s talking to and if her face holds any mock or hint of a joke. She holds none. Her face is genuine, as is she. Stanley shakes his head, and she thinks he’s saying no, but he’s actually in an argument with himself and deciding what to do. Eventually, he thinks, why not? He once again chooses to be his bright, easy-going persona and this persona chooses to take her offer.

Stanley takes her hand and stands up. He is taller than her, but that’ll change once they’re on the gym floor. He looks a bit intimidating from this point of view, but undeniably cool, nonetheless. Stanley climbs over the separating paddle of the bleachers, and after they share a look, the two make their way off the bleachers. Stanley still holds her hand.

Once on the dance floor, they choose a spot on the side, not in the middle for any excess attention, and face each other. Stanley takes her other hand. “How do you know what song they’re gonna play? And that it’s gonna be good?” He asks her. She shrugs.

“I have my sources.” She says. The current song ends, Stanley and her idly standing by, and Prefab Sprout’s ‘Cars and Girls’ opening bursts through the speakers. Stanley’s mouth opens and eyes go wide in happy surprise, and he looks at her. She definitely requested this song.

“You like them, too?” He asks. She nods with her head and slowly starts moving them both to the beat of the song. Stanley sings the vocal cheers at the start of the song.

“I love them.” She says. “Brucie dreams - “ She starts singing, both of them now moving in a circular motion.

“Life’s a highway!” Stanley continues, they start turning quicker.

“Too many roads bypass my way,” she smiles wide as she sings, “or they neeeeever begin.”

“Or they neeever begin.” They sing together now and Stanley laughs, too. They’re spinning, hand in hand, having their individual party, away from everyone else. Other attendees look like they’re unfamiliar with the music and awkwardly attempt to find a way to dance to the strange song. “Innocence—“ Stanley starts the next verse with a serious grimace. It makes her laugh.

“—coming to grief, at the hands of life - stinkin’ car thief,”

“That’s my cooooncept of sin.” Stanley pretends to be a singer, taking a hand from her grasp and balling it into a fist to create a make-believe microphone. She laughs loud. She pulls him closer to her, making her own hand into a false microphone.

“Does heaven wait all heavenly,” they both pretend to sing into their microphones with theatrical faces. Probably looking like weirdos from the point of view of others, but do they care? They actually don’t. Stanley doesn’t even notice Mercedes, his ditching homecoming date, spotting them in the dance floor corner and cringing. He doesn’t need to notice her, he’s quite okey-dokey here.

“Over the next horizon…?” He mysteriously raises his eyebrow, keeping a straight face. But he can no longer when she starts laughing. He laughs as well, and thinks he’s never felt better in the past few days than now.

The chorus starts and Stanley and she break into a sinchronized dance routine they didn’t know would work. But as soon as she took both his hands again and put her right elbow behind her head, Stanley mirrored it.

“But look at us now,—“ she starts.

“—quit driving!” Stanley continues and pulls their hands in front of them again. He pulls her against his chest now, and both of them breathe heavily through smiles. Both their cheeks are flushed and they’re out of breath.

She puts a hand on Stanley’s cheek, and he looks at her closely. And when she speaks, she means every word. “Some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.” She sings to him. Stanley can only huff, but agree with her silently. He pushes her away, but doesn’t let go of her hand. She whirls out of his grasp, both of her arms stretching out.

The skirt of her dress flows around her beautifully and perfectly. She smiles wide and it makes her look like a sunflower. She whirls back to Stanley. “Just look at us now, start counting—“ He raises his index finger.

“What adds up the way it did when we were young?” She raises an eyebrow. They’re now pulling apart and pulling close, apart and close, making steps with their feet that mimic step or jive, almost like in some old school dance. “Just look at us now, quit driving—“

“—some things hurt more, much more than cars and girls.” Stanley finishes the chorus. His voice gives away a non-chalantly agreement that he holds for the words. They’re true. Broken cars and failed dates with girls are not the biggest heartaches of his life. “Oh, wohoo!” Stanley howls along to the lead singer’s vocals, making her laugh again.

They finish dancing to the song in the same enthusiastic, theatrical way as they started, and when it’s over, they collapse against the closest wall. They’re holding their bellies and panting, totally out of breath. But when they look over at each other, they burst laughing and give themselves more breath to catch. Stanley’s laughter subsides before hers does, and he watches her face form the side. Her mouth wide open in a smile, her teeth on display and lips still full and rosy. She looks quite beautiful, Stanley thinks.

“Dancing hurts more than cars and girls.” Stanley admits and causes them both to chuckle again. “At least with someone else.”

“You’ve danced alone?” She asks, now turning her head to look at him.

“All the time.” Stanley admits with a matter-of-fact expression on his face. He adds a nervous chuckle at the end to lessen his supposed misery in her eyes.

She nods. “Me too, actually.” She admits. “Rarely do I get to dance with someone.”

“You have great moves, though.” He tells her.

“You have great instincts.” She says in response, hinting at their previously sinchronized dancing.

“Just take my compliment.” Stanley says. She looks down with a smile.

“Right, thank you.” She finally says. Stanley laughs.

“You never told me your name.” He admits to her and looks into her eyes awaitingly.

“Why would you need to know?”

Stanley shrugs. “Wanna give a name to the girl that turned one of the worst nights of my life into one of the best.” He tells the truth. Her breath catches in her throat, and she hopes it’s not as loud in his ears as it was in her own. Has she really done that?

She only smiles in response. “You can give me any name you see fit.” She says, shaking her head. She pushes herself off the wall and gives Stanley her hand again. “Wanna dance some more?” She asks tenderly, raising a brow. “No guarantee the next songs are gonna be as good, though.”

Stanley comes off the wall, too, and takes her hand. “What about…” a pause, “getting outta here?” He offers her the most banal of all banal questions. His feet tuck together, he straightens his back. She tilts her head to the side, asking ‘really’ with her eyes. Stanley’s about to inwardly freak out, feeling he’s screwed up big time. But then she smiles.

“Get me out of here, then.”

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[asteriismos]

stanley barber w a choking kink headcanons?😳

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES EYESEFAUIHDFGIUAHSDIF

I feel like this is something he kinda keeps to himself

like you don't know about it for a while

OR OR OR he says it when you two are getting high with one another someday

like

"choking is so hot" like right out of the blue

and ur like wym by that

but also internally ur like HOT HOT HOT HOT

so you two try it

and OMG it's so hot literally

even though he's not the largest guy ever

he has really nice hands

and it fits great around your throat

when he's fucking slowly into you

his hand will come up and squeeze with just the right amount of pressure

and he'll continue whispering dirty stuff in your ear

he never goes hard enough to hurt you of course

you two have a good understanding

it usually happens when the two of you are going a little more rough

which isn't all the time

sometimes it comes up when you're just making out

he'll choke you and pull your face up to kiss you better

with those sloppy kisses that make you melt

[jellycolors]

𝘸𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[canislupus-exe]

Sore Sides | stanley barber

fandom | I Am Not Okay With This

character | Stanley Barber

reader | no pronouns used

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-exe

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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.