lovely (Actually Stephen x reader)

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Your POV)

Dan opened to door. "Stephen?!"

Stephen feel to his knees. He was bloody and covered in dirt. He looked like he got beat up. He started crying into his hands. What the-

"Stephen?" I say softly as Hosuh holds on to me. Stephen looks as me then starts to cry more.

"What happened?!" Jay asked.

"I was- and then- and he-" Stephen tried to talk through tears. Hosuh lets go and I kneel next to him. I put my hand under his chin and lift his head up a little bit. Then I see it. A 'P' carved into his neck. "Porter." I say.

Porter was the leader of the gang the rascals. Every time his gang jumped someone they carved a p into their neck Henry Bowers style.

"Porter?!" Dan exclaimed and Stephen nodded. Then I notice the puddle of blood and mud he's sitting in. "Come on lets get you cleaned up." I say picking him up. He nods. I bring him to the bathroom and get the first aid stuff and a bowl of water.

First I cleaned up all the blood. Then I gave him a cotton ball and told him to hold it under his nose so it would stop bleeding. Then I got hydrogen peroxide to clean up the dry blood. He flinched when it touched his skin. "I know it stings but you need it." I say. He nodded.

Then I bandaged every thing up and told him to stay there. I ran into Hosuhs room and grabbed an outfit. He put it on out the shirt didn't fit since he was much taller than Hosuh. I ran out and asked jay to gimme his shirt. He agreed slightly confused and ran upstairs to get a shirt that was his. (He was still in my crop top) I went back to Stephen who was in Hosuhs shorts but no shirt. "Oh boy." I mumbled. His chest was covered in scars with a huge 'p' on his upper stomach.

I repeated the process to clean him up but it was slightly more awkward now. I've seen him shirtless before but I've never touched his body (ew that sounded weird). As I was cleaning him up he smirked "turned on?" "as if!" I yelled laughing. After I finished a gave him jays shirt. When he was dressed I touched his cheek and he winced. "Does it still hurt?"

Stephen took a deep breath and sat down. "He beat the shit out of me y/n. It was humiliating."

"There was nothing you could have done. Those guys are psycho." I say trying to comfort him. Stephen always put up a fight.

"He basically bitch slapped me to death." Stephen said turning red.

"It's okay. If anyone saw they would be like "shit I feel bad for him" not "ohhh he's weak" like no one in their right mind would fight back porter."

"I know...." he said "thanks for cleaning me up though. It really helped." I half smiled at him. "My pleasure."