"Everyone is afraid of something Y/N! What are you afraid of?" Stan asks as you two sit on the swings at the park. He had already told you about his fear and described it in lots of detail. He had been asking about your fear all day but you thought it was stupid compared to his.
"It's really dumb. I don't even know why i'm afraid of it." You let out a heavy sigh as Stan grabs the chain from your swing and pulls you over to him, then hugging you.
"No fear is stupid or dumb. You can trust me Y/N." He says calmly while looking at your face.
You sigh in defeat as he lets go of your swing and you lightly rock back and forth on the swing. You start to thing on how to say your words but fail.
"I- Uh, You know when- uh.. Shit.." You struggle as Stan waits patiently. He watches you lightly swing and struggle for words before he grabs your hand and puts it in his.
"I'm afraid of being isolated.. I don't know, like if one day everyone I know and care about just turn around and abandon me.. not talking to me, not caring about me at all, all of that.." You pause as you feel a squeeze from Stan.
"You know thats never going to happen. The losers and I would never do anything like that to you. We care about you, Y/N. A lot.." He lightly blushes and locks eyes with you.
"Thank you Stan. That means a lot." You smile at him and stand up, pulling him up off the swing and into a hug.
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Yeah thats that babes.