Fly || Stanley Barber x Male Reader

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{Y/N POV}

The morning air is crisp, it clears my head and wakes me up from the long drive here. A new home. A new school. New people to meet.. more people to lie to. I sigh as my mum calls my name and I go to help her bring boxes inside.

Our house isn't anything much, a small place with weeds in the garden, wooden walls and a tin roof. It's all very aesthetically pleasing in my opinion, anything is better than what was my grandmother's place.

She passed a month ago and my mother who loved her so dearly couldn't stand to live in the same house she had died in. Honestly, I didn't get all the fuss. She was horrid to everyone in the family. Come to think of it, I don't know if I have even one good memory of her. Not that it would matter either way. So now, here we are, in some middle of nowhere town, moving in to a new home.

"(Y/n), could you grab your stuff please?" My mum looks at me, her eyes are tired from the long ride. I nod and lift a box full of my things.
"Where do you want me to put it, exactly..?" I ask.
"Just a room, your dad has already unlocked the door, maybe the second largest bedroom," She shrugs. I head inside the place, it's cold and an odd smell lingers. I place my box down in the room my mum suggested.

I quickly go back outside and find my younger brother is chatting excitedly to a boy who seems to be around my age. I go up to them, they're standing by the truck and the boy is holding a box. I assume he must be our neighbour or something. He notices me grab another one of my boxes.

He quickly comes up to me and holds out a pale hand for me to shake. He's taller than me, by quite a bit actually, dark brown hair with tight curls. He's quite slim and wearing an oversized shirt tucked into a baggy pair of beige pants. The sleeves of his dark orange cardigan are rolled up and his sunglasses are on his head.

"Hey! I'm Stanley Barber, I guess we're neighbours!?" The boy, Stan, smiles. I shake his hand, which is warm and rough.
"I'm (y/n), I guess we are," I smile slightly, pulling my hand back as soon as I can so I don't drop my box.

"Oh, where should I put this stuff?" He asks me.
"Oh um.. just follow me I guess.." I shrug and lead him inside the house, putting my own box down and showing him where to put (b/n)'s.

"So.. what's with the.. no shoes thing..?" I ask, nodding to Stan's bare feet. He shrugs and chuckles a little.
"Shoes, who needs 'em?" He smiles and we leave the house.
"Okay.." Stanley is definitely strange, I'll give him that, but it's.. honestly quite cute. Shit. No, (y/n) you can't start thinking about someone like that yet.

Stan helps us unpack the car and van all the while talking to me. By the time he leaves he's already given me a tape of Bloodwitch songs, invited me to sit with him at lunch and pretty much become a second dad to my younger brother.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asks before turning to leave.
"Yeah, see you then," I nod, waving goodbye to him.
"Cool! See ya, (y/n)!" He waves, smiling.
"See you," I shut the door and he leaves to his own home, next to ours.

I go into my room and start unpacking things, setting my bed and putting books on shelves. My mum knocks on my door, telling me that we got pizza for whenever I'm ready. I get a text from Stan.

Stan: You gotta listen to Bloodwitchhh

I smile slightly to myself.

(Y/n): okay okay gotta grab the old Walkman first tho lol

I grab the player out from a box and fix the tape into it. I can feel the bass in my chest and the smoothness of their voices flow through my head.

Let me hear your voice to bring me down...

The lyrics are new but almost seem familiar, as if it's an old song I used to love. I shut my eyes and lie down, tapping my hand along to the drums on my chest.

I'm waiting for your lips to bring me round...

I can feel myself drifting off, staring out my window with drooping eyes.

My life's shame and sorrow falling back...

I sigh, my head feels clear, yet still all I can think of is Stan. The way his hair curls and his eyes crease when he smiles. How he speaks with his hands and his eyes light up when he mentions something he loves.

Lead me from my head down underground...

Lying down until my soul turned flat...
Feel the magic break inside me now...

God.. I've only known him for a day.. and he's most likely straight but..

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...

What does it matter..? I'm still going to fall for him eventually.. all I can do is pray he'll do the same.

Fly...

Hi this hasn't been proofread or planned out. Hope it's okay...

Um but yeah.. I've seen literally no stan x male reader fics on the app so like.. thought I'd write one.. even if I'm probably gonna be the only person that reads it so like- not much point in trying to make it make sense I guess.

Alrighty um...

buh-bye!
- Logan