“What do you mean you did what ya had to?” Stanley questioned firmly, narrowing his ambers eyes on you. His thick brows furrowed with a silent fury, his heart pounding away loudly in his ears. The mere thought of you standing alone in the face of Bill and willingly making a deal made him sick to his stomach.

Bill Cipher had gone too far messing with his family, with you. He would do whatever it took to get you free—out of this deal—because Stanley Pines didn’t back down when it came to the people he cared about.

He took a step closer, his broad shouldered frame making you feel smaller than you were. The familiar scent of peaches filled your senses, which would’ve been comforting had he not been so pissed off at you.

“Don’t tell me you’re that stupid.” He adds gruffly, fists clenched at his sides to fight back his growing anger—something deeply rooted in his fear of losing you.

There’s no way you made a deal— ’because why would you do that??’ his thoughts persisted leaving him with a terrible throbbing in his head that would no doubt form into a migraine. You were one of the only good things in his life—aside from his family—which meant he couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t.