#stanley barber x f!reader

[agaypanic]

Requests Are Open + Announcement

I was thinking of doing this later but i only have 3 requests left and 2 are WIPs, so i feel okay doing this. My inbox is officially opened for requests again! if you've been waiting to send something in, now's your chance to do so! if you want to know what characters/fandoms i write for, and my rules for requesting, you can check that out here

Also, i'm going to be taking some characters off of my writing list! I'm taking these characters off for reasons such as no longer being interested in the character, feeling burnout or repetitiveness from writing for them, or just feeling like I've outgrown them. Here's the list of characters I'm getting rid of:

Stanley Barber (I Am Not Okay With This)

Sydney Novak (I Am Not Okay With This)

Dina (I Am Not Okay With This)

Benny Weir (My Babysitter's A Vampire)

Rory Keaner (My Babysitter's A Vampire)

Ethan Morgan (My Babysitter's A Vampire)

Erica Jones (My Babysitter's A Vampire)

Malcolm Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle)

Reese Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle)

Francis Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle)

Cynthia Sanders (Malcolm in the Middle)

If there's a character on this list that you wanted to request, you can still request them. In fact, I urge you to do so because once I close my requests again, you will most likely never have another chance to request that character from me.

Im also going to be adding some characters to my list! So if anyone from the list below piques your interest, feel free to request them!

JD (Heathers)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Bumper Allen (Pitch Perfect)

Beca Mitchell (Pitch Perfect)

Liv Moore (iZombie)

James (The End of the F***ing World)

Alyssa (The End of the F***ing World)

I think I'll keep requests open for about a week (closing on 5/8). But it all depends on how many people request, if it's a low number in the first week then I'll keep them open longer. But I'll let you know in advance when I'll be closing requests.

Happy requesting!!!

[a-aexotic]

detention and the picture of dorian gray. | s.b

pair: f!reader x stanley barber

warnings: language, the word "slut" being used, mentions of food, weed in use. word count: 1.8k summary: y/n gets detention because she refused to change into something else. she then meet stanley barber, the king of breaking uniform himself.

a/n: big thanks to liane my love for helping me with this fic 😩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 (@amourtentiaa). tags: @nothinghcppens @eunoniaa @isolemnlyswearpevensie @aspiringsloth20 @thatslovelymoony @amourtentiaa @vsawyer1989 @fives-cup-of-coffee

Y/N SAT QUIETLY IN MRS. JEFFERSON'S ENGLISH CLASS AS SHE PLAYED WITH THE EDGE OF HER SKIRT. she had gotten this plaid skirt from her aunt the other day. she usually doesn't go for skirts but this skirt just looked too cute to pass on.

she let out a yawn, glancing at the clock. she moved her gaze to her friend syd with a small smile. the girls were planning on getting milkshakes after school, and y/n was excited to leave school.

the bell rung and y/n got up as fast as she could, grabbing her backpack and pencil, heading for the door. syd was taking her time gathering her stuff, so y/n got to the door faster than her.

"ms. l/n, you know that skirt is against dress code?" mrs. jefferson eyed y/n, judgement in her expression. y/n narrowed her eyes on the teacher, knitting her eyebrows.

"since when are skirts against dress code?" y/n replied coolly, as syd let out a small chuckle.

mrs. jefferson's eyes widened as she got up. "it's short. a distraction, if you will. you should try wearing something modest. i'll get you a slip so you can call your mother-"

"excuse me? modest? well sorry to break it to you, mrs. jefferson, modest isn't-"

"how dare you interrupt me? detention!" mrs. jefferson bickered as y/n rolled her eyes, as syd watched in amusement. the teacher gave her a slip, and watched as the girls walked out.

"whatever, and i'm not changing." y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance as her and syd walked down the hallway to their next class.

Y/N WALKED IN THE GYM WITH CROSSED ARMS AND A PINCHED EXPRESSION. she saw there was only two other people there - stanley barber (the king of breaking dress code) and jenny tuffield. she was a few minutes late, but she needed to use the restroom.

she sat down near stanley with a huff and put her backpack directly next to her. she tapped her foot as she waited for something to happen, for someone to talk.

jenny finally sighed and faced the two. "so, why're you both here? you seem like . . . goody two shoes."

y/n narrowed her eyes on the girl, "mrs. jefferson called me a slut, basically."

"a slut?" stanley choked out with a laugh, causing the girls to glare at him. "w-why? you're not a slut,"

"because my skirt is short." y/n let out a groan, and rolled her eyes at the mere thought of mrs. jefferson calling her skirt short. it wasn't short! and plus, she has shorts under it anyway.

"yeah mrs. jefferson is a sour old bitch who was way to much free time on her hands." jenny nods in agreement with another loud sigh, laying her head on the bench behind her. "what about you?"

"um, didn't do my homework," stanley said as y/n nodded along to his words.

"well, that sucks." y/n states as she gave him a small smile. she expected him to might've broken dress code or something, but it was something else.

the principal walked into the gym with a angry expression, as if to scare them. jenny didn't move her, instead she stared at the principal.

"you kids are here today because you disrespected teachers," he eyed y/n. "or didn't do what you were supposed to do. you are to clean this whole gym. and i will be checking it after." he seemed done with our bullshit, so he sighed and left the gym, "don't fool around, i will know."

"he doesn't actually check, i've been in detention a million times and i haven't done a single thing." jenny whispered with a smirk, turning her body to face us. "so . . ."

"so," stanley echoed, looking around the gym. y/n was not going to clean the entire gym, but the others didn't seem like they wanted to talk at all. she took out a book for her reading class, opening it. stanley took out a rubik's cube.

jenny yawned and took her bag, getting up and walking to the bathroom. stanley glanced at y/n with an interest etched in his expression. "what are you reading?"

y/n turned her head to stanley, "um, the picture of dorian gray. it's for mr. white's class."

stanley nodded with a smile. "do you like it? what page are you on?" he moved closer to y/n, looking onto the book with her.

"192, i'm pretty much in the middle. it's nice, but i probably wouldn't read it on my own. i don't read the classics unless i have to, i prefer modern romance - or like, greek mythology."

"oh, that's nice. i like comics more than books, i don't think i have a good enough attention span to read an actual book, y'know?" stanley spoke as y/n nodded along.

"same here, i guess it depends on the book." y/n smiled. "do you think the principle will actually come check on us?"

stanley shook his head, "uhh, no! why would he? plus, i'm sure jenny was right. who'd take the time out of their day . . . and use it to check if a bunch of kids cleaned an entire gym?"

y/n laughed as stanley smiled. "you're right." an awkward silence fell between the two as they looked around the gym. y/n decided she needed to use the restroom, so she put the bookmark in the book and got up. "bathroom,"

stanley smiled awkwardly and nodded. "u-uhh, have fun!"

y/n laughed and nodded, walking down the stands and walking to the door. she opened the heavy door, walking into the bathroom. she looked for any sign of jenny after a few seconds of silence, but there was no sign.

y/n scoffed, "bitch!" she quickly washed her hands before walking out of the bathroom. stanley was laying on the bench, playing with the rubik's cube.

"stanley, jenny left!" y/n crossed her arms walking up to the boy. stanley sat up, scoffing. "should we . . . ditch too? i mean, jenny did. why shouldn't we?"

"yeah, sure," stanley breathed out. he took his backpack, and gave y/n's hers. he grabbed her book, handing it to her. "where are we going?"

y/n smiled as she took the book and put the book in her backpack. "we should get milkshakes, at that diner."

stanley nodded and got up from the stands. "okay, let's go!"

y/n let out a laugh, walking beside stanley.

THEY WERE FINALLY ON THE MAIN ROAD, WALKING TO THE DINER. y/n lead the way, as stan was a few steps behind. "don't you have a car, stanley?"

he nodded, "i didn't drive it here today. my dad's home, so -"

"oh," y/n nodded knowingly. "you don't have a good relationship with your dad?" this was definitely not something you ask when you first meet someone, but if the shoe fits, the shoe fits.

he walked next to y/n, "yeah nope. i hate him." he paused, "well i don't really hate him, he's my dad. you can't ever really hate your dad, y'know?"

y/n nodded. "makes sense. dads aren't too great, if we're being honest."

he laughed with a nod, "yup, they suck. dads, who needs 'em?"

"yeah, as long as you have a good few friends and a good hangout place, you're good to go. that's what my aunt says," y/n smiled as stanley nods.

"well, she's right." stanley says with as he looked ahead. "i like your skirt, it isn't slutty. it's cute,"

y/n's face went red as she awkwardly laughed, "thanks. i like your jacket,"

he faced her with a smile, "thanks. i found it at the thrift store . . . pretty sure it's like, older than my grandpa. but i washed it! so we're all good."

"vintage and hand me down clothing is cuter, if we're being honest. if it has history, it's better." y/n spoke as stanley nodded along.

"yeah," stanley agreed as he took out a tin with weed, taking one out and offering one to her. "want one?"

y/n has never had weed before, and she's never thought she'd ever agree to smoke . . . especially in public. she nodded and took it from his hand. "i've never smoked weed before, i've vaped before-"

"vaping is nothing like weed, y/n. it is amazing," stanley winked at the girl, giving her a lighter. "do you know how?"

"you just inhale and exhale, right?" y/n whispered as she looked the weed.

"let me do it first," stanley says as you handed it back to him. he placed it in his mouth, and lit it slowly. he inhaled and took it out, and slowly blew it out. "here,"

y/n takes it and copies his actions - inhaling and slowly exhaling. she coughed out loudly, as stanley laughed loudly. "how'd i do?" y/n coughed out.

"you did good, uh, for your first time." stanley smiled as y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"just say i did horribly and get it over with," y/n said in a joking manner as stanley shook his head.

"you did good! i promise," stanley laughed. "you want some more?" he took a long draw before handing her the blunt. she nodded, taking it. she a small draw, and this time she didn't cough as hard. "now that one, was good."

"i thought my first one was good!" y/n laughed loudly as stanley smiles.

"that one was better!" stanley spoke as she nodded. she handed him the blunt, and he took another draw. "you didn't cough, that's good."

they went back and forth with it, and soon enough, they were on their forth blunt and were very high. they decided not to go to the diner, but instead, a park.

it was around 6 pm, and they were on a bench. stanley had his head on y/n's shoulder as they talked. "so, you're dad's like . . . gone most of the time?"

he nodded. "yup, it's all good until he decides he wants to come home."

"i'm really sorry, stan. your dad doesn't deserve you,"

he looked up at her from her shoulder. "yeah, i can't wait til i can go to college, away from him. it'll be the best day of my life." y/n nodded, as they kept looking up at they sun setting. "hey y/n, do you . . . do you think there's like, a genuine meaning to life?"

"maybe. i-i don't think there is a genuine meaning to life." she paused as stanley looked up at her. "i think you have to create your meaning. if you think about it, nothing ever matters until you make it matter. your life can have a million meanings or one. it's your life, only yours."

she looked down at stan, "what do you think?"

"i think you're high off your mind right now, y/n. but uh, that was beautiful." he laughed as y/n scoffed.

"thank you,"

"we should get going, now." stanley sighed as he lifted his head from her shoulder. "let me walk you home."

"yeah," she sighed as she got up. "want some perfume? because uh, we smell like weed,"

he laughed. "nope, i'm fine. my dad'll think i have a girlfriend or something."

y/n smiled as they started walking. "we should hang out more."

he nodded, "sure. let's do that."

[starrywatermelon]

Underneath the stars

Stanley Barber x Gender neutral reader

Request:

Authors note: Y/N/N = your nickname

Y/F/P = your favorite pet (ex. Cat, dog, bunny)

Warnings: A bit of cursing, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 868 

They had lived in Brownsville ever since they could remember, and immediately gained a connection with Stanley Barber.

Stanley and Y/N weren’t a pair anyone expected to become friends, or even start dating, but there they were, as happy as they could be.

They were Stan’s sunshine, one of the only people he adored with his whole heart. They would always spend time together, but every so often, Stanley's dad came to ruin things. Every visit from Stanley’s dad always meant trouble, and before every visit, Stanley started to be more on the edge about things.

The last week, Stanley had started to become more worried, and seemed to zone out often. Y/N quickly figured out what was coming, but didn't want to assume anything just yet. When Stanley decided to tell them about it, they were on the couch, just enjoying the presence of each other.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” Stanley takes off his headphones “Uh, so-- Basically, my dad is coming to visit in two days. I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you earlier, but you know how it is with him and all- all his bullshit! All he does is drink and be an asshole. I’m so tired of it, he leaves me alone most of the time and, and then he suddenly decides to visit? And his visits are never meaningful either.”

Y/N's assumption was right, their heart broke into a million pieces. Stanley had always said to not worry about him when his dad showed up, to not worry when he wasn’t able to answer any calls or hangout, but they knew how his dad was, and they knew how much he hurt the love of their life.

“Hey, Stan,” They get closer to where the curly-headed boy is sitting, and started to run their fingers through his hair. “It’s ok, you can stay at my place for a while, just like last time--“

“But that's the thing Y/N, I’m sick and tired of the same exact cycle! It’s going to keep happening until the end of time. I hate bothering you and your family, instead of going to your house... I think we should do something else.” He pauses. “I think, we should run away. Not too far, and not for too long.”

“Run away?”  

“Yea, run away. I mean, you don’t have to come with me, but I’m going to go. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to--“

“No, I want to. I’ll run away with you.”

The boy just stares at them, before smiling brightly.

“Really? Ok, ok, cool. Pack your bags, we’ll be gone for 3 weeks at most.”

And that was the end of the conversation. The very next day, Y/N packed their bags and wished their family goodbye before rushing out the door to their boyfriend's house.

“Am I too early?” Y/N asks before sitting down on the couch.

“Nope, I was about to come to your house. If you were early, you would see a mess of clothes everywhere. You know how stylish I am, and often it's hard for me to decide what to wear.”

“Pshh ok, if you say so.” They laugh, and he smiles back, “But changing the topic, where are we going?”

“I was thinking Pittsburgh, it’s only an hour away from here, but it's far enough. I already got a hotel room, nothing fancy, but also fancier then any motels.” He extends his hand over, helping them off of the couch.

“So, are we going now?”  

“Yea, now is our best option, who knows what time he’s gonna show up tomorrow,” Stan kisses Y/N's forehead, “C’mon, I’ll put your bags in the trunk.”

They got in the car and started for Pittsburgh. It was a cool night, the wind was blowing, but not too badly. Stan and Y/N both sat in the car, listening to Bloodwitch, and occasionally talking about the songs, until he pulled the car over and got out.

“Hey, what's wrong Stan?” They quickly followed behind, but the only response he gave was laying down on some grass, and gesturing them to do the same.

“Look, at the stars, and the beautiful night view.”

They looked up, a bit confused, but he was right, it was dark, which made the stars shine even brighter. They then quickly went and laid next to Stan, snuggling into his chest.

“I wish,” Y/N looked up again, “I wish that you and I can move out of Brownsville one day, and look up at the stars every night. I wish that your dad wouldn’t be near us, and I wish that when this all happens, we can get a Y/F/P as well.”

“It’ll all happen one day,” he raps an arm around them, “but until then, we just have to be strong and stay together." Stan turns to face Y/N, "Although, a Y/F/P might be manageable right now" he chuckles and looks up at the stars again

So there they were. Cuddling underneath the stars, after they ran away. Y/N still up against his chest, and his arm around them, looking at the stars, and the stars looking back at them, nothing could ruin the moment.

Tag: @roygbivvie

[sokkadora]

I Won’t Say I’m In Love

(Stanley Barber x Reader)

summery: a simple gesture turns into

something more.

a/n: i published this on wattpad first so please go follow @/blushboca on wattpad if you’d like to see more content like this!

　　　　　　　　　　✎ᝰ . . . .

(y/n) walks towards the bowling alley, where her crush and longtime best friend, stanley barber works. she usually comes to his work every other day, giving him a small brown paper bag filled with food for him to eat.

making her way down the sidewalk, her (f/c) converse burn slightly from the bright sun but she walks quickly to avoid anymore torture.

she quickly makes her way up the around the sidewalk to the front door of the small bowling alley. pushing the door open, she calls out, "stan?" as it closes behind her.

"at the front counter, (y/n)!" the curly haired boy replies quickly.

(y/n) quickly makes her way up to the front, seeing the dark brown mop of curly hair bent over on the counter with his head resting on his arms. the vinyl of bloodwitch playing underneath the counter.

"wake up stan, i've brought you food." (y/n) shakes his shoulder and smiles softly as stanley's head slowly rises with a tired smile gracing his face.

"what's on the menu this time, (n/n)?" he asks as the walk to the back once more and sit on the cool cement sidewalk.

(y/n) lifts up the bag to his face, "why don't you see for yourself."

he chuckles and nods, swiftly taking the bag and looking inside, "no way! you brought my favorite!" he grins.

(y/n) laughs and nods, "anything for you." she winks as he blushes lightly.

the two sit in silence for a few minutes, looking at the sunset. the only sounds being the bowling balls rolling and hitting the floor inside and stan munching on the food.

"you got anything else for me?" he asks, licking his fingers.

(y/n) shakes her head, hugging herself, "stan, please don't tell me you have the munchies again." she frowns.

stanley freezes, finger still in his mouth, "no..." he says nervously, wiping his finger on his pants.

(y/n) sighs scooting towards him slightly, "i told you that you should stop smoking pot, stan." she shakes her head, voice raising up slightly. "getting into that lifestyle i-" she thinks for a moment, "it's dangerous."

"since when did you become the boss of me? i can do whatever the fuck i want." he spits at the girl.

(y/n) is taken aback slightly, "i just don't want you to get hurt. i'm looking out for you, stan, but in your best interest." she exclaims, standing up and moving in front of him.

stanley looks up at the girl, brows furrowing in anger, "my best interest?" he scoffs, standing up, towering over (y/n), "i don't need some needy little shit like you meddling around in my business."

(y/n) flinches back, "i care about you stanley." she yells, "if i didn't, i wouldn't be doing shit like this for you. i wouldn't allow you to come over to my house if i didn't. you're not the only one who's fucking needy, this isn't a one way thing."

"i don't need anybody to be happy. i'm perfect fine on my own, i don't fucking need YOU at all." stanley grabs her shoulders, pushing her to the ground harshly.

(y/n) stares at his feet for a minute, staying quiet. the gashes on her knees, elbows, and hands beginning to bleed. she quickly stands not looking him in the eyes but instead looking straight through him. "well i'm sorry that i love you." she whispers, turning and running away from the boy.

he looks where she was just standing, sitting back down and places his head in his hands, "fuck." he whispers, wiping the tears and walking back inside.

　　　　　　　　　　✎ᝰ . . . .

(y/n) slams the front door and runs to her room, ignoring her parents on the couch, her dad calls out to her.

"hey, honey are you o-"

the girl leans up against the door, tears streaming down her face rapidly. she makes her way towards the bathroom to tend to her injuries.

"what the fuck is wrong with me." she asks herself, pulling her phone out of her pocket, only to see 10 missed calls from stanley.

she sighs, grabbing her rubbing alcohol and bandages, "let's get this over with."

after around ten minutes she finishes and walks back into her room. she pulls her (h/l) (h/c) out of a ponytail, placing the scrunchie on her (f/c) bedside table.

and looking into her closet she grabs a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

putting them on, she flops onto her bed. staring at the ceiling, her eyelids begin to feel heavy and everything goes dark.

　　　　　　　　　　✎ᝰ . . . .

(y/n) sits on a park bench, her skateboard under her feet. she watches the other people at the skatepark skate around happily, carelessly. she sighs, standing up and grabbing her skateboard and walking away.

it's been a month and a half since stanley pushed her. she still has a few bandages on her knees, like a constant taunt of what happened that day.

syd tried to to talk to (y/n) and stanley about what happened since she never saw them separated very much, but only got answers out of (y/n). and when she told the red haired girl, it was barely audible through her tears.

she was so invested and avid about the boy she likes that she never saw this coming. (y/n) knew syd smoked, and she never really minded, but when it came to stan, she cared a lot. don't get me wrong, she had nothing against pot, she just was sick and tired of hanging out with stan and him being high every. single. time. he became more invested in that than their friendship.

she misses him though. as much as she hates to admit it.

as (y/n) begins to walk up the pathway to her house, she noticed a familiar mustard yellow ford and someone standing at the front door.

"stanley?" she asks nervously.

the boy quickly turns, "hi." he smiles sheepishly, handing (y/n) a single packet of her (f/c). (favorite candy)

"w-what are you doing her stanley?" she asks, starting to fidget with the hem of her shirt.

stanley takes off his sunglasses and places them in his pocket. "(y/n), what you saw there...i wasn't in the best place at that time i-"

"bullshit, stanley." (y/n) cries, "you meant what you said and said what you meant. what's done is done." (y/n) says, "you pushed me for a reason." she begins to walk into the house, when stanley yells something.

"my dad hurts me!" he cries, he walks closer to her. "he hits me, and treats me like i don't mean anything."

(y/n) begins to walk out of the house, "so you wanna know why i was tired and acted like that? it's my dad. that's why i have those random bruises and cuts on my body. not because i run into poles or walls, but my dad." he cries, stepping toward (y/n) rubbing her elbow softly. "i would never hurt you like that if it were just me because i usually don't let it affect me when i'm around you because i love you!" he exclaims, panting and tearing up. "i'm sorry." he says, voice cracking.

(y/n) is chest to chest with stanley, she cups his cheek, "stanley, why didn't you tell me before?" she cries quietly, other hand gripping his light brown jacket.

he chuckles softly, shaking his head, "i didn't wanna worry you." he whispers, moving his hand to her hands, caressing them softly.

(y/n) looks at the boy and grabs his hand in hers. she leads them into the house only to be interrupted by her mother, "hey stanley! i haven't seen you in a while."

stanley opens his mouth to answer but gets cut off by (y/n), "mom we're, um, kinda busy here." she smiles annoyed.

"oh, i'll leave you to it then." her mom smiles, "it was good to see you again stanley."

"it was good to see you too, mrs. (l/n)!" stanley replies, being dragging by the hand to (y/n)'s room.

she opens the door to her room and shuts the it, turning to stanley. "i'm sorry, stan. i'm so, so, sorry." her smaller hand covers her mouth as stanley just stares at her.

he begins to step forward towards her and wraps his arms around her waist. (y/n) instantaneously reciprocates his hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, placing her head in the crook of his neck.

the small girl pulls away from the hug and stares into the deep brown eyes on stan's face. stan leans in slowly, and stops. lips hovering over (y/n)'s, asking for permission.

when she nods slightly, he pushes his lips against hers lovingly, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss, putting his hands on the small of her back and pulling her closer. (y/n) wraps her arms on the back of his neck.

they pull away, panting softly. "so," stanley says sheepishly.

"so," (y/n) laughs, placing her forehead on stanley's and staring into his eyes.

"w-was i-" stanley thinks, placing his hands on her waist. "was that okay?"

(y/n) bites her lip and smiles, tapping her fingers softly on the taller boys arms. "you were, more than okay, stanley."

stanley smiles and kisses her forehead, hugging her. "thanks, half pint."

"oh again with that nickname, stan? i'm not that short." (y/n) laughing lightly, wrapping her arms around his torso.

stanley squeezes her tightly, "i'm never letting you go again."

[ao3feed-ianowt]

by spencersagehedrick

Y/N was one of Stan’s regular “clients.” She worked at the local theater, and they usually met behind said theater after her late shift on a Friday or Saturday. Despite their regular exchanges, they hadn’t actually spoken very often. Their relationship was strictly business. Until, it wasn’t.

Words: 596, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: I Am Not Okay with This (TV 2020)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Stanley Barber, Reader

Relationships: Stanley Barber/Reader

Additional Tags: Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Weed, drug deals, Platonic Stanley Barber x Female Reader, a tumblr request i posted here, the title is just a sound from tik tok lmaoooo, swag it out on the tumblr @shutupspencer