disaster [stanley barber x reader]

two

PSA: i was high during this chapter to help me figure out what she could have been thinking.

Sometimes, at night; i wanna touch myself.
so i do.

and it is a coincidence that stanley barber is the first thing i think of. he drove me to school. i don't like him. but i'm thinking of him?

i finish. peanut butter sounds good.

we're in his car, blazed as fuck. i've gotten high before, many times with emery at our summer sleepovers before she left. i'm fairly certain stanley was her dealer at one point, but who am i to know about this kinda shit?

"so, let's play w-w-would you rather!" stanley stutters, it was weird

"s-s-spit it out stanley!" i laugh loudly, wow i could really use some cow right now. i didn't know why i was thinking about shrimp either. clouds and grass like the microsoft loading screen fill my mind.

"okay okay,"
"would you rather be...have superpowers.."

"well everyone's gonna pick superpowers, obviously!" i run my hand over my smooth arm and inhale at the softness. i was not with it right now. he pauses for a second and we both laugh

"or, my girlfriend?" he says in between laughter, i stop laughing at that seriously unserious joke.

"what?" the car goes silent, but i see students leaving the school and some moving inside the building through the glass. my hands starts to tremble and so does the hulu lady stan has above the dashboard. it starts to shake wildly. but there was no sun to move the solar panels, it was cloudy.

"shit, class change and were high!" ignore the hula dancer.

"who cares? that's why we're here. to skip." he swiftly puts on his sunglasses. i guess that's why he wears them so often? it didn't matter, whitacre wouldn't let him walk one second into the school with them on anyways.

"yeah.. you do that." i annoyingly crossed my arms and looked into the class. the next thing i knew it was fuzzy and the car was shaking.

"fuck! y/n i think my engines fucked up!" i squint my blurry seeing eyes at him as he grabs my shoulders, i go limp in his arms. i passed out.

maybe i'm a lightweight?

it had been a day since my encounter with stanley's car. i was sitting in the counselors office, my arms crossed again in regret.

"promise me you'll do this.." she passes something over. i look down.

"detention?!" i ask picking up the slip and inspecting it. fuck! my mom would never pick me up from this. i look up to her, with pleading eyes.

"mrs capprioti... you know my parents have busy schedules!" i say erractically and annoyed.

"your dad hasn't had a job for a year, y/n. and your mother.. well she is and has been your main transportation years prior." i gulp at her words. no, no this couldn't happen. i didn't want it to happen.

this next section is written a bit differently, this will happen a few more times in this book. y/n uses quotes and poetry to cope while writing in her journal.

my mom was a bad drunk. she lived in the disconnected expansion house in the backyard after her and my dads divorce. she's my blood, but she's never been my mom.
-there is no such thing as a alcoholic parent, they are simply just an alcoholic.
she's caused more disasters than mother nature herself.
-hurricanes, tornados and thunderstorms.
the amount of blood she has drawn from my face, the masterpieces she could have created with my red paint.
-vangoh, botteseli, picasso
the air she's stolen from my body when her soft hands tightened around my neck.
the tears she jerked from my eyes,
the lives she's drawn out of mine.
-my mother, is no mother.

"mrs cappriotti, please." it seemed like all of the blood rushed back to my head, her blurry words were now defined and heard correctly.

she looked at me, with that look, her head tilted and a slight smile on her face.

"dear, you skipped school. for an entire day." i scoffed.

"not true. i was there for first until lunch. but that's the thing about administration, they don't give a SHIT about us, only about our attendance when need be." i grabbed my stuff and stomped out of the room.

so here i am, walking out of the school, in slow mo, as whitacre slowly turns the corner to chase me. i roll my eyes and push open the door, slinging my jacket over my shoulder and flicking off whoever was behind me.

i turned back to see whitacre behind the glass doors i had escaped from, and turned face first right into someone, knocking my tiny ass self to the ground.

"fuck.." i squeeze my eyes and step up as someone hands me my shit. i open my eyes and see the girl. the redhead i had encountered in the bathroom.

"s-sorry" she murmured with a mortified look on her face (y'all know the face) i shake my head

"no, i'm sorry, i was the one flicking whitacre off as i dramatically exited the school you know." we both laugh quickly and i return my eyes to her.

"i'm y/n, and you are..?" i ask and she smiles squinting her eyes from the sun.

"sydney, syd." she shields her eyes.

"well, syd, do you just wanna ditch?" i point my thumb behind me and syd nods smiling.

okay sorry this took so long i actually god the corona virus. like i'm not joking i tested positive. so yeah i was sick but i'm recovered!!
anyways, i hope you guys like the diary/poetry format that comes out whenever she's talking about some traumatic. syd has the diary, y/n writes poetry about her mom ect. let me know what you think about it. sorry there wasn't much stan, but i don't like it when fanfics jump right in yk? also... i'm realeasing and stan x oc book soon. it's a complelty different storyline and you can always pretend it's x reader :)
here's a teaser i wrote for it !!

we step into the living room, about to leave for the party.

"dad, this is my girlfriend Sunni-Jane" stanley says to his dad, nervous

"-yeah but i just go by sunni!" i interject, being quiet embarrassed by my full name. his dad laughs at looks at me

"well aint you pretty? but stanley still dressing like a faggot huh.?" i look at his dad and then stan really quick. i spot a pack of beer on his coffee table.

"hey do you mind if i have one," i point to the beer
"my parents are crazy strict about it." i smile, and he nods and says help yourself.

i grab to beer and stanley gives me a annoyed face. i open the beer can up and take a small sip. i look at the can and then hold it out in front of me, complelty flipping the open can over and tipping out the beer. i let the beer splosh onto the floor for about 20 seconds, while stan smiles small and his dad looks insulted. once it's empty, i drop it on the ground and look a stan. he stomps on it once until it's crushed and i pick it up and put it where i got it.

"thank you, mr barbor."