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w h o i w r i t e f o r

✦ CRIMINIAL MINDS ;

spencer reid, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, jennifer jareau, elle greenaway, & emily prentiss.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ;

damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, caroline forbes, klaus mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, & bonnie bennett.

EUPHORIA ;

elliot, fezco, rue bennett, & lexi howard.

I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS ;

stanley barber, sydney novak, & dina bryant.

STRANGER THINGS ;

max mayfield, robin buckley, lucas sinclair, mike wheeler, eleven, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, & jonathan byers.

IT ;

bill denbrough, richie tozier, beverly marsh, & stanley uris.

GILMORE GIRLS ;

jess mariano & tristan dugray.

OUTER BANKS ;

jj maybank, john b, pope heyward, sarah cameron, rafe cameron, & kiara carrera.

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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.

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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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Changes and Choices | Stanley Barber

“omg can you PLEASEEE do a stanley imagine where the girl really likes him but she feels like stan still caught up on syd and maybe they’re high one night and they somehow get into crushes and they describing them in every positive way possible but then is just like “but they don’t like me.” and he convinces her to tell him. and when she’s tells him he kisses her and says sum cheesy like “it’s always been you” or something??” by anon

Pairing(s): Stanley Barber/fem!reader Word Count: 3.2k Genre: fluff

A/N: Okay so, there are mentions of the homecoming in this fic and I should let you know that Syd didn’t give Brad that mind-blowing experience. He doesn’t even show up at the dance. She danced the night away with Dina and that was it :)

It's a crazy thing to think that small different things that happen in your daily routine can affect your life completely - such as being late to go somewhere or eat something other than what you're used to. Everything has an impact in your life. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) knew that quite well.

The girl had always been a person who seemed to prefer the fictionary world more than the one she actually lived in. That is just a nice way of saying that she would rather read thousands of books than socialize with people her age - especially when she was in school. She just didn't feel comfortable in crowds; taking away from her the chance to live what others considered a "normal" high school experience. Parties, an enormous group of friends. These kind of things.

Honestly, (Y/N) didn't mind that much. Her family, however, wanted her to be as normal as a girl her age could be - not wanting her to miss this experience and regret it in future years. That was why (Y/N) had basically been forced to attend the homecoming that year.

Considering that she was an introverted person, she didn't know what her mother expected from it. She thought (Y/N) would change overnight and make thousands of friends while dancing her heart out? Yeah mom, that's not how teenagers work. Much to both of their dismay, (Y/N) had spent the entire night sitting in the bleachers, just watching other kids interact.

However, one thing - a small different thing, happened during those hours. While she was sitting there, a boy sat next to her. She spared him a quick look, noticing his weird blue suit. (Y/N) recognized who he was. Stanley Barber. They had never spoken to each other but they did have some classes together. One thing she knew was that he was one quirky boy.

Stanley seemed to have noticed her there, an easy-going smile appearing on his face as he waved at her. "Hey."

"Hey." she remembered murmuring back before looking back to the dance floor in front of her.

Neither of them said anything to each other the rest of the night. But well, she actually waved at him before leaving when her mother texted her saying she’d come to pick her up. It was awkward, that was for sure. And (Y/N) had no idea how that little interaction would change her life from that moment forward.

The repercussions only appeared around a week after the dance, when the girl was casually shopping at the supermarket. It was then that Stanley literally ran into her, making her almost drop everything she had in her arms. However, all was forgiven when he offered to give her a ride home - when (Y/N) agreed to that, it was like she had just sealed a friendship connection between them.

Surprisingly for both, the conversation on the way to her home was strangely pleasant. Stanley made her feel free to share her interests with him, which led him to find out that they had things in common. Their musical taste being one of them. After that day, the two ended up becoming extremely close to each other.

Having Stan around sort of helped (Y/N) feel more comfortable when they were at school. They would sit in some quiet corner during the breaks to listen to music together, they would do projects together and talk almost all day in class. Interacting with him was just... Easy. She was right, however, Stanley Barber was a really quirky boy. But in a good way.

Since the girl had become so close to him, she ended up being introduced to other people who hung out with him. Like Sydney Novak. While talking to Stan in the first few weeks of their new found friendship, he ended up confiding to her that he liked the Novak girl - and that would be something that would not leave her mind for a long time.

Having been introduced to Stan's friendship circle, it also led her to get closer to Dina, who was a much lovable person than she had thought at first. But they weren’t as close as she and Stan was - that was probably not possible. As the months passed, they just became the best of friends. They would be seen hanging out in town almost every day.

And as more time passed, (Y/N) was more and more sure that she was slowly leaving that feeling of friendship behind, that being replaced by something else... Something more. She was very good at hiding it but she could feel that there was something changing.

(Y/N) could feel that whenever they were just talking in Stan's car and, just being right next to him made her heart start beating in an unsteady way. Obviously, she focused on it so much, she missed the little intense looks that Stan gave her when he knew she wasn't looking.

She could feel that change whenever she stopped by to see him at his job, trying to make his day less boring. And then, she could feel her body getting warmer every time she managed to make the boy laugh at something she’d said. Once again, missing the way Stan admired her, thinking how beautiful she looked doing something as simple as talk.

And the girl definitely could feel it whenever the Barber boy lent his jackets to her whenever the day was cold. The first time that had happened, she had truly forgotten her own jacket at home - it had been a complete accident. However, it had become a routine after a while. She just loved to wear his weird warm clothes. Stanley didn’t mind that at all, always allowing a grin to widen on his face whenever he saw her wearing something of his own.

(Y/N) knew what was going on and was okay with it. She was just determined not to tell him about it, since she still thought the boy had feelings for his old crush, Syd. She would just lay low and at some point she’d have to move on.

On a night like any other, however, things changed once again. Stanley and (Y/N) were lying on his carpet while talking, both incredibly high while Bloodwitch played in the background. They enjoyed times like that, when it was just the two of them talking shit to each other, not having to care if anyone was around them to listen.

The girl wasn't so used to smoking. She usually just did it when she was at his house - he wasn't sure if she was afraid of getting caught and so she just felt comfortable doing it when they were in his room. In any case, he respected her wishes.

"Okay, okay." Stan laughed, taking his gaze to the relaxed face of the girl beside him. "Are you willing to share some info on your lucky lad in this fine evening?"

(Y/N) grunted at the sound of that - why couldn't she get high without having to talk about her feelings? The girl meant it when she said she did a good job of leaving that part of her life, the part that involved her romantic emotions, in secret. However, she had been foolish enough to tell Dina that she was interested in someone. Which ended up with Stan also knowing that.

Since then, from time to time, he would ask for more information about the boy. (Y/N) wasn't sure why he was so interested in that, but she presumed it was just something that a best friend would do - that Stan wanted to make sure the boy was good enough for her. Well, there was no way she was going to tell Stan Barber that she was in love with him.

"Stanley..."

"C'mon, I will tell you about my lass if you do!"

This was something that didn't appeal to the girl much. She knew that the Barber boy's heart belonged to Syd. And she knew Syd well enough not to need him to describe her. It might have been the weed, or the pleading look that Stanley was giving her, however, that made her nod in agreement for what he was asking.

"Fine." the girl said reluctantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You can start, then."

Stanley grinned with satisfaction. "Easy one. My lady is incredibly and utterly smart." he discreetly looked at her, hoping to catch her reaction to his next words. "I know some people might disagree but I find that extremely sexy." (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh, oh how that boy was a silly one, making Stan's grin widen. "Your turn."

"Alright." (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her place, feeling her cheeks heat up when she saw Stan's gaze still on her. "I guess he's, uh, a really supportive friend?"

He frowned. "Are you not sure about that?"

"I am, I just... I don't know what you want me to tell you."

"Just say something you like about him." he fidgeted with his fingers, waiting for a confirmation. The guy had to be really good to caught the eye of a girl like (Y/N). "So, supportive?"

"Yes, he's a loyal one."

"That's cool, that's cool." Stan nodded, his mind turning to the simple thought that he, too, knew how to be supportive. Heck, he was supportive to all the friends he had! The boy cleared his throat, trying to concentrate back on the conversation. It was his turn again. "Something I really love about my girl is her smile. I don't think she likes it that much but I do." he expected (Y/N) to smile at that, sure that would make his heart feel giddy and warm - but the girl just kept a neutral expression on her face.

The girl felt a familiar pain in her chest when she heard him speak so passionately about his someone. About his girl. About Syd. That was definitely the worst game they could've thought of playing.

"Uh..." she murmured, feeling disconcerted, knowing that he was waiting for her to say something. As she heard a new song starting to play and fill the room with music, she knew already what to say. "Mine has an amazing taste of music."

Oh, did he? Stan raised an eyebrow to her. “Bloodwitch?”

“Oh, he loves it.”

Stanley nodded in approval, but (Y/N) wasn't looking at him to notice that. Her mind was still caught in the way the Barber boy talked about the person he liked - he always seemed so carefree when it came to it. Perhaps that was the good side of liking someone and everyone knowing about that. (Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to get in touch with her feelings for her crush just like he did.

“He’s just really amazing, you know? He's nice and, yes, a bit quirky too but in a good way.” Stan looked at her with a raised eyebrow, surprised that she was starting to open up about her romantic life. “And he’s funny and sweet and…” at that moment their eyes met and the girl felt her cheeks heating up. "He's the best person I know."

The hurtful look that had passed quickly through Stan's eyes was noticeable. "I'm trying really hard not to feel offended right now."

(Y/N) shook her head - he was such an oblivious boy. "Well, he's a good friend." she turned her gaze to the ceiling above them. "And that’s all he will ever be."

Stan furrowed his brows, looking at her with confusion. "How come?"

“He doesn’t like me that way.” she shrugged, trying to show him that she didn't care. However, Stan was able to notice her uneasiness when she said that.

"Who is he?" he couldn't understand how someone could be so lucky and then just not return (Y/N)'s feelings. He really needed to know who that moron was - she, however, didn't seem very willing to tell him. "Oh c'mon, you got to tell me who he is!"

The girl, who was still looking up, shook her head with certainty. "I'm not going to, it's embarrassing!"

Stan came out of his position, kneeling beside her. He put his head slightly in her view so she could see his pouty lips. "You know I can keep a secret."

She turned her gaze to him, unable to prevent her thoughts from going to how cute he looked.

“I know you can, it's just…” their eyes met again and, although her heart skipped a beat at that, she refused once again. "No."

Stan threw his head back, making (Y/N) laugh at his drama. "Please, please, please!" he held one of her arms and started to shake it gently. "Tell me who it is!"

"Alright, alright!" (Y/N) took Stan's hands away from her, moving to kneel in front of him. “But you have to promise-”

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

Well, that wasn't exactly what she was going to say. It was more something like for him to promise that things wouldn't get weird between them once she told him - that nothing would change. However, (Y/N) knew that it was not possible to promise something like that, and that she would only know what would happen to their friendship after she dropped that bomb.

The girl looked at Stanley, seeing the boy's eyes focused on her. It was so cute that he always seemed to be hanging in her every word, not mattering what she was talking about. She hoped she wouldn't lose that. (Y/N) sighed; it was time. Closing her eyes and lowering her head lightly, she said the words that were stuck in her throat for a while.

"It's you, Stan." (Y/N) didn't want to see his reaction - convinced that would totally break her heart. She kept going with her head down, hurrying herself as she spoke. “And I know you like Syd. After all, we only met at the homecoming because she kind of bailed on you, so don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything from this. It’s okay.”

The girl failed to consider, however, that her biggest mistake was not seeing the reaction that Stanley had to her little speech. When the first words came out of her mouth, revealing that he was the lucky guy, an expression of pure shock washed over his face. His jaw dropped slightly as he tried to process what she had said, and what she was still telling him.

How was it possible that she thought he didn't like her? How could she think he liked Syd? He didn't waste much of his time being confused by that, once he had noticed the clear fear all over (Y/N)'s face. Stan knew that feeling very well, when you thought the rejection was already right and just waited for it to come. His thoughts took as a priority assuring her that she didn't need to feel that way, not because of him. Never because of him.

Stanley didn't hesitate before raising her face, awkwardly pressing his lips to hers. (Y/N)'s eyes widened at the contact, not sure what that meant. Was that a pity kiss? He wouldn't play with her feelings like that, right?

All of these questions were answered by the look that Stan gave as soon as he pulled away from her, a warm grin on his face. "It's always been you, (Y/N)."

Those words were enough to make the girl's heart beat faster, causing an involuntary smile to spread across her face. That was a sight that made Stan's own heart skip a beat. He scooted a little closer to her, this time bringing his hand to the girl's face before pulling her in for another kiss. One that, this time, (Y/N) kissed back.

The girl would be lying if she said she wasn't a bit confused by the situation, since she was sure up to a few seconds before that Stanley was in love with another girl. However, she tried her best to put these thoughts out of her mind and focus on what was happening at the moment.

She moved her lips against his vigorously as he returned the same way. Her hands went to his shirt, tightening her grip on it before pulling him closer - she could have sworn she heard him let out a little moan. However, that might just be something that happened in her head, as Stan only seconds later started chuckling against her lips.

(Y/N) pulled away from him, her brows furrowed in confusion. He still had her face in his hands and stroked one of her cheeks as he tried to stop laughing. “I’m sorry, it’s just surreal to me that you thought I still liked Syd.”

That was, in fact, a good matter to discuss. (Y/N) smiled sheepishly at him, failing to understand how that could be surreal - she really had no clue. "How was I suppose to know you didn’t?"

"Everybody knows how I feel about you." again, the way he spoke freely about it surprised her. “I even lend my clothes to you and, I'm gonna tell you, that’s not something I do very often.”

Even though it had been a quick and simple confession, it had been enough to make (Y/N)'s eyes focus entirely on him. Her stomach feeling weird with the famous butterflies everyone always talked about. "How do you feel about me?"

Although it was a bit comical for Stanley that she had never noticed the romantic feelings he had for her, he could feel how that was troubling her. He wanted to tell her... No, he needed to tell her something to show that he had left Syd in the past a long time ago. That his future was with (Y/N).

The boy laughed quietly before taking his hand to hers, holding it nervously. “I wish I was better with my words and could say something pretty and inspiring like the guys do in the books you read.” he took a deep breath, looking deeply into her eyes to let her know that he meant everything that would come out of his mouth next. “The thing is that I like you a lot, like, really a lot. And maybe these words aren't the best I could've used but the sentiment is real and true.” Stan gave her a bashful smile. "I hope that was good enough."

(Y/N) sighed happily, squeezing his hand. It was perfect. "Stan, anything that comes from you it’s good enough for me." she didn't look away from him not even for a moment. "I like you a lot too." the girl leaned slightly towards him. “Like, really a lot.”

Stan laughed when he heard her saying the same words he did. “I really hope you aren’t saying this just because we’re high.”

(Y/N) shook her head softly before leaning further, closing their distance in a short, sweet kiss. Stan could certainly get used to that.

"I will make sure to remind you of that every day." she murmured against his lips.

Stan quickly pulled away from her, turning his gaze back to the ceiling in a dramatic way. "Oh, Lord of Good Music, please don’t let this be a dream."

(Y/N) laughed at the boy's silliness, admiring his smile when he looked back at her. While Bloodwitch was still playing in the background in Stan's room, the girl pulled him in for another kiss. Both of them were sure - there could be no moment more perfect than that.

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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:

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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.”

[wallowslistener]

am i weird? ೨ৎ s. barber x reader

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

✦ it’s lunchtime, and you’re sitting across from stanley at the far end of the cafeteria. the place is packed, buzzing with conversations and clattering trays, but somehow it feels like you two are in your own bubble. stanley is mid rant about a movie you’ve never seen, but he’s talking so passionately, you don’t really mind. his hands move wildly as he talks, his lunch forgotten in front of him.

"i’m telling you, the director is a total genius," stanley says, waving a fry in the air like it’s a conductor’s baton. "people don’t get it, but that’s because they’re boring! the way he layers the shots, the symbolism. it’s not just a movie, it’s a work of art."

you nod, half listening, because honestly, you love when he gets like this. his face lights up, and there’s a spark in his eyes that makes you forget about everything else. you pick at your sandwich, watching him with a smile tugging at your lips.

"uh huh, totally. sounds... life changing," you say, teasing him just a bit.

stanley narrows his eyes at you, catching the sarcasm in your tone. "okay, okay, mock me all you want, but one day you’re gonna watch it, and you’ll be like, ‘wow, stan was right. this is a masterpiece.’"

you laugh, shaking your head. "i’ll believe it when i see it."

he grins, taking a dramatic bite of his fry, like he’s making a point. "you’ll see," he says with his mouth full. "you’ll come crawling back, begging me to explain all the deep, artsy meanings to you."

"oh, for sure," you say, rolling your eyes. "you’re basically a movie prophet."

stan chuckles, but then he goes a bit quiet, pushing his tray aside. he leans in a little closer, his voice dropping as if the next words are something important. "but, like, seriously... i’m glad you sit with me, you know? i know i’m kind of weird and all, but i dunno... this is nice."

his words catch you off guard, and for a second, you just look at him. stan’s always playing it cool, acting like nothing gets to him, but you can tell this is one of those rare moments where he’s being honest.

"stan, you’re not weird," you say, smiling softly. "well, maybe a little... but in a good way."

he smirks, shaking his head. "a little? i’m a lot weird. but thanks for pretending i’m normal."

you laugh, and the tension breaks. stan picks up another fry, tossing it into his mouth with a dramatic flair. "so, what about you?" he asks, leaning back in his seat. "any deep, existential thoughts to share? or is my genius too overwhelming?"

you chuckle, leaning forward. "honestly, i was just thinking how nice it is to sit with someone who doesn’t care about all the high school drama. it’s... a relief."

stan’s smile softens. "yeah, i get that. i mean, the world’s too big for all this stupid cafeteria politics, right?"

"right," you agree, feeling a warm sense of understanding pass between you.

the conversation shifts into easier territory after that. something about music, some offhand jokes, and the weird things stan noticed about the people around you. but even as you laugh and talk, there’s this quiet comfort between you, like no matter how weird or different things get, lunch with stan will always feel like this. like a break from everything else.

[lesbewriting]

[rq: @merlinswarlock]

relationship secrets

[Stanley Barber x Fem!Reader] [1351 words]

SUMMARY: You, Brad's sister and Stanley Barber are dating. Well, because of your brother's dislike to your boyfriend. You had decided to keep it private. Until, atleast it suddenly is revealed.

WARNINGS: none, except maybe like angry Brad.

A-N: Hi, thank you so much! I loved writing this imagine. Honestly, I feel like this secret relationship trope(?) is like one my favourite clichès.

[masterlist]

Her back was pressed up against his chest, his arms wrapped around her smaller body, as if she'd disappear if he let go at any second. Y/n sighed tiredly; it was moments like these she loved. Wrapped up in Stanley's arms as both of them lay atop his comfortable bed covers. Neither she or her boyfriend wanting to move, because as soon as they do. It'd return to normal, which being both Y/n and him would find themselves ignoring each other's presences in the school halls each day. The lingering glances every so often, being the only thing what kept Y/n and Stanley both sane, as you waited for the time to pass by till you can see each other again. In private, that is.

The h/c haired female and Stanley had been dating, secretly for at least four months now.

The reason being, is that she is Brad's sister and everybody knew about the dislike her brother held towards Stanley. He was also quite protective over Y/n, so if Brad knew about his sister dating Stanley Barber. He'd completely flip. Which left you with no choice but to keep their relationship privately, and behind his back, and away from the wrath that Brad could possibly cause.

The girl's e/c eyes, gently fluttered back open, once she heard the familiar ringtone her phone was playing loudly. She wriggled out of her boyfriend's tight grip to sit up on the bed, her hand gently connecting around the coldness of her phone screen. Y/n looked back quickly at Stanley, letting out a small giggle as she spotted his position. His eyes were closed, light-brown curls falling into his face as he slept peacefully. The teen girl soon returned back to her phone screen and answered the call, pulling the object up to her ear.

“Y/n!” She could hear on the other end, the very familiar voice of her brother speaking. The h/c haired female felt her eyes widen for a split second, before she felt words leaving her lips.

“Hey Brad.” She yawned, tiredly rubbing the remaining sleep from her other eye in the process. As she spoke those words to him.

“Where are you?” He questioned her, with a slight furrow of his eyebrows. Even though the girl couldn’t see it.

“Friend's.” Y/n replied, shortly. Before hanging up on him. She let out a small groan from her lips, as she slipped the phone into her pocket before removing herself from the bed. She turned back slightly, still noticing that Her boyfriend was asleep and probably wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. The girl let out another yawn, as she scribbled a quick note to Stanley and setting it beside him on the bed. Before then slipping her dirty-white converse back onto her feet and sneaking out his room. Closing the door behind her, then quietly tiptoeing down his staircase, past the living room and through the front door. Picking up the backpack she must have dumped beside it when she arrived, on the way out.

Y/n finally made it to the school, the sun brightly shining into her eyes as she pushed through the double doors of the building. She stepped inside, pulling the bag strap higher on her shoulder and looked around for her friends. Her e/c eyes soon spotted them over near the cafeteria, and proceeded on her path towards them. The female wandered past the many lockers which adorned the walls, and familiar judging gazes of fellow students. Her converse connecting with the tiled flooring as she walked along.

“Is that a hickey?” The voice of her brother, questioned to her. His grip connecting with her arm. Just enough, to stop the female from walking on ahead. Y/n turned around to face the eyes of Brad, her eyes widened a smidge. She then quickly flicked her locks of hair over her shoulder, in hopes of hiding the bruise on her neck. Which indeed was a hickey. She must have forgotten to cover it up, when she had left Stanley's house that morning.

“Uh...no?” She stumbled out, not convincingly. Her answer coming out more of a question instead, as if she were doubting it. Brad narrowed his eyes closely at his sister, not believing what she was saying, what-so-ever.

“Who gave it to you?” He questioned, grip on her arm tightening. To ensure she wouldn’t run off before answering his question. Y/n just let out a small whimper, at the tight hold on her arm. Not even answering. This caused for Brad to repeat his question a lot more harshly than before.

“S-Stanley B-Barber.” She let slip out, not even realising it until afterwards. Her eyes widening at revealing his name, to her brother. Brad just stared angrily, he kind of had his suspicions at who had given it to her. But didn't want to be true. Now he was furious, as he felt his eyes drift around the room. Until they fell upon a certain Stanley Barber, standing near his own locker. The boy hadn’t noticed the glare aimed at his back yet, until he turned around. His eyes widening at the harshness of Brad's intense stare. Brad then stormed his way over, in front of the curly haired boy. Dragging along his sister alongside him.

“Oi, Barber!” He let out between gritted teeth; his jaw clenched as well. “What do you think you’re doing kissing my sister?!”

Stanley paled a little at that, not really being able to find any words to say to him at first. Because of his shock that their relationship was pretty much found out. Y/n struggling to release her arm from her brother, who still hadn’t let go of her. She needed to stop him from killing her boyfriend. But couldn't because of his hold on her.

“We're dating ok? And let go of her arm! You're hurting her!” Stanley felt those words leaving his lips. His hands gestured towards where Brad's hand was still connected with your arm. Leaving a huge red mark there. Brad looked a lot angrier than before at hearing that, but released his sister's arm nevertheless.

“You're WHAT?!” He nearly screamed. His hands clenching into tight fists in rage. As he dangerously stared the Barber boy down.

“Yes!” Stanley yelled back, running a hand through his curls. “Is that hard to understand? I love her! And i would do anything for her, and maybe if you should be less protective and let her make decisions for herself. It’s not your decision to who she dates ok?”

Brad stared dumbfounded at hearing those words escape from Stanley Barber. He was left speechless, not even knowing what to say at all. He just resorted to turning on heel and back down the school hallways. Past through the other students, whom had formed a large circle around the three teens previously. Ready to see a fight, but were disappointed when there was none.

Y/n was shocked for another reason however, as she had just heard her boyfriend say that he loved her. Sure, they did normal couple things and showed that they did. But to actually hear from him, was actually amazing. She then snapped out from her sudden state of shock, to reply with the exact same words.

“I love you too, Stanley.” Y/n told him, a small but noticeable smile adorning her features. As she connected their hands together, and they walked to class. It felt good that they could now publicly display affection, even though Brad still despised the boy beside her. He’d just have to get over it, and let Y/n be happy for once.

[tv-girllover07]

So I will also start taking in Stiles Stilinski, Stanley Barber and Jaeden Martell (and his characters), Requests cause why not…So please, PLEASE send in those requests.

And hey I would just like to say thank you for all the people who have liked my story Something metal🥁- Kevin Schlieb, you lovely people are awesome

[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.

[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.”