"𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘" STANLEY BARBER X READER

♡ 𝗦𝗜𝗫 ♡

(SMUT WARNING)

( 3184 words Oof)

We're at the game, eating the cheez-it's I bought. And drinking the drinks I bought. I honestly felt so good. I mean, when I'm with Stanley I already feel on top of the world. But now? Shit, I feel like some god. With Stanley next to me, the two gods who rule everything. Together. Hehe, I just love him so much. He's so perfect in every way. I could just-

You take his sunglasses, And you hit his shoulder playfully with yours.

He looks at me and gives me that perfect smile. Oh how I love that smile.

Not even realizing it, you lean on his shoulder. Making him stiff. He looks at you, but tries to focuse on the game. But it was no use, he just looks at you.

This feels nice. I just want to tell him how much I love him. I move my head from, wherever. And looked at him.

"Hey Stanley.... I L-"

Ugh my head. Shit. Well, there goes that feeling I had. Wait, was I about to tell him I love him? Maybe I shouldn't smoke with him anymore. Shit.

"You what?"

I look at Stan. Blinking a couple of times. Shit what do I say.

"Oh. I was going to say-"

I take a sip of my tea.

"-That I LOVE these cheese-it's. Like, fuck man. These cheese-it's are amazing."

He laughs, which makes me smile at him. Until we hear a bang from the football field. We quickly look, and see Brad down.

"Shit."

It takes a bit, but he gets up. Limping.

"YEAH! GO BRADLEY! WOO!"

I look at him and join in, even though brad is a asshole.

"BRADLEY! YEAH!"

We both clap, soon the crowd calms down. And so do we.

"You know, I didn't know you came to these things. I never really come here. I honestly don't even like football."

"Of course. It's Theater. It's LIVE Theater. Westinghouse memorial high school on a Friday night. What could be more tragic? More Shakespearean?"

I smirk at him, raising a eyebrow. Making him smile, his body facing me. And he started using hand motions.

"Think about it! The moment the lights come up on hamlet, you know it's not gonna end well. Take, uh...Mr. Bradley Lewis. His best case scenario is, what? Managing some regional insurance sales company?"

I look at the Game, taking in every word Stanley says.

"Where he gets to, I don't know, call the shots on Employee of the month? I mean, these are the people that will actually attend the five, ten, 20-year reunion, because, aside from this. Nothing else all that noteworthy is gonna happen."