"𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘" STANLEY BARBER X READER

♡︎ 𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 ♡︎

(SMUT WARNING)

"What the FUCK happened?!"

I was in front of Sydney, I wanted to scream and cry so badly.

"Y/n, w-we were-"

"Please. Not now Stan."

I looked back at Sydney only for her expression to turn into anger as well.

"It was your stupid boyfriend!"
She pointed to Stanley.

I grabbed her wrist, making her look surprised.

"I understand, that things are hard right now Sydney. I really, really do. But that doesn't give you an excuse to almost HIT STANS HEAD!"

She looked at the floor, trying to say something.

"Please. Just get out.."

She looked up at me, she looked so angry but hurt. I let go of her wrist, throwing it away from me.

"GET OUT!"

She looked at me, walking backwards. She almost tripped, she started speed walking. Until she looked back at me and said.

"Fuck you."

I heard the door open, then close. I stood there, feeling my throat tighten. The emptiness in my stomach expanding, and my eyes getting watery. My breathing getting faster and faster, I wanted to scratch my skin. Just- do something! It-This feeling, it hurts!

I heard a few footsteps, then a hand on my shoulder.

"Y/n...are, are you okay?.."

He was in front of me, his hand on my cheek. Trying to see if I was okay. My legs felt so weak, and that's when I fell. And I couldn't fight back the tears. I started scratching my skin a bit.

Why am I a fucking baby?

Stanley sat down, and looked at me,
"Y/n, please.."

I looked at him, tears flowing down my face. I knew if I was going to say anything, my voice would be shaky.

"I-I...I could've l-lost y-you. Stanley, I-I-"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm right here. I'm holding you, I'm talking to you, I'm right here."

I held onto him crying.

"I-I'm such a b-baby.."

"No. No, your not. It's okay to cry,
Y/n. I'm right here for you. I'll always be here for you."

I cried onto his shoulder, sitting on his lap. His body felt so warm, I nuzzled into his neck. Playing with his hair, calming down. I sniffed, and rubbed my nose. Then looking at him. I had finally stopped scratching.

He smiled, and put his forehead on mine. My breathing went back to normal. I saw my arm had a few red scratches, but not as bad as the other times.

I kissed him, his lips feeling cold. Even though his body was warm. I moved my hands to his chest, but then I remembered something.

I looked at him, he looked a bit dazed, making me chuckle. But then frowning. I put my hand on his shoulder,

"Stanley, what are you going to do?"

He looked at me for a few seconds, not understanding.

"About what?"

"About... your dad."

He looked sad, not looking at me.

"I-I don't know."

We both looked away from each other, but then I thought of an idea.