𝙊𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 || Stanley Uris x Reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 || 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐚𝐭𝐡

(𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕)

I followed Stan into his house, looking around in awe. I noticed that his demeanor had changed as soon as we walked in. He no longer looked gentle and sweet. He looked tense, angry, and sad, and I had no idea why. 

Fortunately that question was answered when his mom seemingly appeared out of no where to glare down at us.

"Stanley," she said, her voice chipped and cold. "You haven't been home in two days, and when you finally do show up, you're with a girl and bloody and unclean?" She scowled down at me as if I was a bug.

Two days? I thought, glancing over at him in surprise. His facial expression was hard and almost unreadable- the only sign that he was mad was his clenched fists and gritted teeth. "Mother, is that all you care about? That I'm dirty and with a girl?" He spat out the word 'mother', poison lacing his words. 

His mother stared between us. "Don't tell me you did that to her."

He shrugged and smirked. "So what if I did?"

"You disgrace the Uris name," his mother hissed.

I expected Stan to wince and mumble an apology, but his reaction was something I would have never expected from the sweet and thoughtful boy. He grabbed my hand gently and stood up straighter, glaring straight into his mother's eyes. "Oh? Good. I don't want to be your little puppet!" He started walking upstairs with me trailing behind. He whipped around, obviously not done. "Don't ever expect me to be a weak, submissive person, the perfect imagine of someone you wished you could be. I'm done listening to your shit, acting like someone I'm not."

His mother was fuming, looking like she was about to kill him. "Stanley Uris, listen to me right now-"

"No mother, listen to me. You no longer have control over me. I'm my own person. So fuck off." He flipped her off before walking upstairs into the bathroom to get medical supplies for us.

"Wow," I breathed, sitting on the counter while he set the stuff next to me. "That was.."

"Honestly, I wouldn't have done it if you weren't here with me," Stan admitted. "I would've never had the courage."

"So what about me gave you the ability to do that?" I asked.

"I dunno. You make me brave, I guess." He smiled sheepishly at me.

I smiled back and felt my heart warm. I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up a finger. "Nu-uh, don't talk anymore. I need to fix that mark on your neck and talking will make it worse."

I sighed and wiggled impatiently as he pressed a rag covered in rubbing alcohol on my neck. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. "Does it hurt?"

I shrug as a response. I listened to him as he talked to me quietly, responding with nods or head shakes and taking his advice to not talk.

He nodded in satisfaction after a while and took the rag off my neck. "Should be fine now. You'll have a mark on there for a bit, but it shouldn't hurt that bad."

"Aw, my own little Eddie," I mocked him with a grin.

He smiled back at me before scanning me, probably looking for another injury.

"Uh," I said, clearing my throat awkwardly. "My stomach is bruised pretty bad, but there isn't much you can do about that."

He nodded thoughtfully and shrugged. "Probably not."

I reached over and grazed my finger over the bite marks on his face. "I have to do something about these," I murmur.

"I could do it on my own, you probably need sleep, right? You haven't slept in 2 days."