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starsign-fics · 1 year

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Henry Bowers and Kevin Khatchadourian (Either one or both!) with a motherly reader? For example they’re well with taking care of people and etc !

𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 (H.B)

Paring: Henry Bowers x Motherly!reader

Word count: 923

Warning: threatening, swearing, Basic Henry bowers things, no use of y/n, No pronouns used

Note: OMG this is literally my first ever request and I started screaming!! Thank you Sm anon!! Btw i'm sorry if you wanted hcs <3

It was the middle of the night, You were cozily lying in your bed drowning in your pillows and comforter. Suddenly the sound of rocks being thrown against the window of the room enter your ears awakening you from your blissful sleep. You remove the comforter from your body and walk over to the window peaking out the curtains which conceal your room to spot Henry bowers awaiting your gaze while standing in the middle of your front lawn like a serial killer.

Opening up the window to seek what kept Henry awake this late at night. "Henry?" you question attempting to read his expressions from the darkness of the sky.

"Can i come up. Please." it was low almost a whimper, the presents of sadness imported in his voice, Most likely from crying before appearing in the yard of your home.

Henry had been coming to your house recently, He had gained an unexpected attachment to you one day out of the blue and hasn't left you since. you had no clue on what caused the obsession to grow into the mind of Henry Bowers but it grew quickly it had only been a month since his claim over you and he had visited 15 times. Just like this one.

Opening the door to enter the hallway you softly step outside of your room carefully to not awaken your parents, You make your way down the stairs the anxious feeling flowing through your body in worry of a squeaky floor board blowing your whole plan to comfort Henry.

Finally making it to the last step you slowly unlock the door and open it to find Henry staring at you like a kicked puppy. It hurts you every time you have to see him like this, In so much despair from what he goes through at home, To know that he's found that you're his only moment of peace among his heartbreaking life. Every time you think about it your eyes begin to water.

You both stare at each other taking in all features shown by the light of the moon. You softly pull him into your arms careful not to touch any wounds that possibly be open from early on, He leans into your warmth while you take his head into you hands caressing your finger tips against his scalp in a attempt to calm his racing breaths.

"It's okay, I've got you. He won't hurt you while I've got you. I promise." You reassured him. You know he needed it, He needed Someone to take care of him. To be his safe haven to run to in his darkest times, And you couldn't lie. You loved being his safe haven.

You released your hands from his scalp and took his hand, guiding him up the stairs. One you both made it to your room was the first time he spoke since you found him in the yard.

"You tell anyone about this and i'll Fucking kill you. You understand?"

You could hear the shake of his voice while he spoke. The genuine fear in his tone. You knew he was trying to scare you, To keep you in his grasp longer in fear you would leave. The fear you would abandon him like his mother, The fear you would lose control of the pressure applied to you. That you would snap.

You fall back onto your bed signaling him to join you. He lays down next to you as you pull him into your chest. You hold him close to you as you wrap one of your hands into his dirty blonde locs and the other to rub you hand up and down his back.

"Do you need anything to eat or drink? Do you need me to clean any cuts? Cause i just bought a pack of band aids if you need them." You kept your tone low and soft so you wouldn't terrify him more than he was. You wanted to make sure he felt safe, Protected within you.

He stayed silent. Snuggling deeper within your chest snaking his arms around your waist to fully assure you were stuck with him. He squeezed you so hard you thought you were going to burst.

Henry didn't really talk during these moments, He didn't need you to talk either. He just needed to feel you, To have a space of comfort. You begin to get sleepy again from your bodies colliding, Adjusting your focus to each breath Henry took. Watching as his chest rises and falls. You heard him mutter something that you barely caught, But you were so glad you did.

"Thank you."

You felt your heart melting from the compassion he had for you. The trust he put into you to allow you to nurture him to comfort, To allow you to see him in his weakest of times. The motherly love he allowed you to gift to him.

"You don't have to thank me, Allowing me to care for you is enough. I know how difficult it is for you to put your trust into people." You spoke softly.

You felt as he finally let go, His body fully relaxed from your words. You could hear as his breaths got softer and more organized while he slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.

He started to snore lightly, slightly letting go of his grip upon your body. You shut your eyes and listened to his snores drifting away into sleep with the boy you cared about the most.

#henry bowers #it 2019 #fluff #henry #bowers #fanfic #HB #Motherly!reader #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers fluff #starsign-fics

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sweetpuffy12 · 10 months

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can i get something sweet with henry bowers? fluff ofc 😘😘

Yes ofc you can!! : )

I love you to the moon and back <3

-you just got out of school and all you really needed right now is Henry's embrace so you walked to his house and knocked on his door-

H: *Answers the door*

U: *Immediately hugs henry*

H: What happened sweetheart?

U: Life baby life

H: Ok let's go to my room and cuddle how does that sound sweets?

U: Yes pleaseee

H: Ok darling

-Henry picks you up and brings you to his room and lays you down on top of him and cuddles you-

U: *melts into his touch*

H: *smiles and rubs your back*

U: *falls asleep on his chest*

H: *doses off*

-The End-

Sorry it was so short!!

#henry bowers #henry bowers fluff

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simplyelviss · 2 years

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He's in a silly goofy mood 🤭

#joseph quinn #jamie campbell bower #eddie munson #eddie munson edit #eddie munson fluff #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #netflix #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things edit #eddie munson fanfic #vecna/henry/one #vecna edit #joseph quinn edit #eddie my beloved #steve x eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut

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001-simp · 2 years

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Peter Ballard | 001 smut + fluffy aftercare ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

"he loved fucking you up like this, making you melt underneath him"

Warnings+summary: Gender-neutral/non-gendered language, female anatomy, PinV, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, spitting, some pet names, begging, abrupt beginning, no real storyline just straight up fucking.

This is the first fanfiction I've written since middle school, don't judge me too harshly or I'll cry ❤️‍🩹

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Peter pulls your hair from behind, using his other hand to grab your hip tightly as he slams into you, bottoming out with nearly every thrust, causing you to whimper underneath him. You gasped as you felt an invisible force putting pressure on your sensitive clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles in your wetness.

His breathing hitched as you reached back, digging your nails into his thighs but it didn't slow him down. He'd never admit it out loud but he liked the pain you inflicted on him. He was ravenous, muttering strings of curse words under his breath as you tighten your grip on his thigh.

You felt him tighten his hand on your hip, yanking your hair back harder, speeding up his already wild thrusts. "God. feels so- fucking good." He stuttered out. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?"

"Cum inside me Peter, please" you whined loudly. this sent him over the edge, head tilted back, hips bucking into you in irregular thrusts, sending tingles through your body as he hit your most sensitive areas. You loosened your grasp, exhausted as he finished inside you.

He pulled his now sensitive cock out, gasping through gritted teeth. He relaxed his grip on your hair but did not let go completely. He guided you by your hair to flip over and spread your legs for him.

He quickly knelt in front of your core and began eating your pussy like he was starving. Swollen lips crashed into your skin as he sucked and licked circles around your clit, sending butterflies and tingles through your core. As you grew closer to your orgasm, your legs couldn't help but try to squeeze shut. You were already sensitive from him fucking you. Peter forced them down with his hands as he continued eating you. "please, please" you said, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair erratically. "Please what, hmm?" he groaned into you. You could practically feel him smirking.

"Please, can I cum?" you blurted without hesitation. Sticking 2 fingers inside you as he stopped licking just to say, "Yes, baby. Cum for me". He thrust his fingers into you just right, curling gently, continuing to lick you and still holding your leg down with his free hand. You exploded under his touch. Uncontrollable waves of pleasure overtook your body as you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. "Hmm, I love seeing you like this" he rasped against the sensitive skin of your pussy, leaving you with one last kiss on your now delicate clit.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, running them over your swollen clit one last time, causing you to whimper and shudder. He loved fucking you up like this, making you melt underneath him.

He crawled over you, grabbing your face by your cheeks. "Open your mouth for me," he said with his now coarse voice. You obeyed immediately, opening wide as he spat in your mouth. You could taste the both of you on your tongue. He chuckled gently, now moving to your neck, kissing you all over. He whispered in your ear with ragged breathing "you did so well, baby", running his hands through your hair for a moment, then leaving a kiss on your cheek

Peter always knew how to make you blush. You kissed him on his sweet, swollen lips with a shy smile, thanking him for taking such good care of you.

The way he praised and cared for you after pummeling your insides was always pure bliss. Peter went to fetch you some fresh cold water and a towel. He lit your favorite candle and asked if you'd like for him to run you a bath. Of course you said yes, so he happily prepared you a nice, warm bath and even carried you to the tub, peppering you with kisses the whole time.

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#i'm so in love with this man #down horrendous #peter ballard #001 #henry creel #vecna smut #001 smut #peter ballard smut #001 fluff #peter ballard fluff #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader #stranger things smut #jamie campbell bower smut #henry creel smut #henry creel fluff #im a simp #peter ballard fanfic #peter ballard imagine

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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soft things Peter/001 does to show that he loves the reader

How Peter Ballard Shows His Love

headcanons

summary: the little things peter does to show his love for you

pairing: peter ballard x reader

warnings: none :)

note: i could look for gifs of jamie all day he’s literally breathtakingly beautiful please send more 001 requests i could talk about him for hours !!

I feel like Peter wants to be so affectionate he just isn’t super sure how to go about it.

Your relationship is still a secret, so PDA isn’t really an option. He does, however, sneak into your room late at night during the guards’ shift changes.

He actually really loves to cuddle. At first, he was a little awkward because he didn’t have much experience but he eventually really warmed up to the idea.

He especially loves to hold you !! When he’s feeling a little overwhelmed or anxious, though, he’ll ask you to hold him, which is really nice because it means that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable.

The staff gets very little time outside, however he spends that time finding the prettiest flowers to pick for you. He’ll press them into a notebook and give it to you whenever he can.

He tends to show his love through acts of service. He’ll make sure that you have breakfast, he’ll organize your things for you, he’ll take your shift if you’re tired, etc. He likes to do little inconspicuous things like that for you.

He’ll also take the blame for anything you do wrong, which often subjugates him to hours of electric shock punishments, but he never regrets it. He’d rather take the blame for all your wrongdoings than let you get hurt.

He really likes to hold your hand. He’ll play with your fingers or rings, especially if he’s feeling anxious.

On some occasions, he takes the risk of falling asleep in your bed. He knows that he’ll have difficulty sneaking back to his room before morning, but he adores watching you sleep peacefully. He really enjoys quiet moments like that, it makes him feel more human.

He creates multiple plans to help you escape, even if he can’t come with you. You usually choose to stay, refusing to leave him behind, but the thought is incredibly appreciated.

He has a few books that he likes to reread to you whenever he can. Late at night, he’ll lay in your bed, one hand supporting his head and the other holding a book, while you lay quietly on his chest.

He always remembers your birthday !! Nobody really celebrates things like that in the lab but he’ll always make sure to have a small gift for you or extra time to spend with you on this day.

He lets you play with his hair !! It’s really a win-win because his hair is so soft that you could play with it for hours and he adores having his hair played with. It puts him to sleep so fast !!

Every now and then, when he’s feeling soft or is missing you, he’ll write you a little letter detailing how much you mean to him and he’ll slip it under your door.

He’s very caring !! He’ll always check up on you and make sure you’re doing okay.

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 4 months

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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜 | by : 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓪

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you flee from your kingdom after you found out about the secret agenda from your groom to be, you got into an accident in the forbidden place, who would risk to save you when its against from your world to interact with the other side?

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (21), amnesia, vi0lence, murder, arrange marriage, bl00d (not gore), the story is set in 17th century

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : Knight!Eddie Munson x FEM!Princess Reader

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : MDNI‼️angst, fluff, eventual smut, upside down exists in this story, dark fantasy, action, romance

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : I missed making series and I've been wanting to make this for such a long time and I hope you'll enjoy it and love it :))

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : if you listen at the song down below, you will understand more of what I'm trying to do with this series!

REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY AND HIGHLY APPRECIATED! 🥺🫶🏻✨

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

(*EACH PART HAS THEIR OWN DETAILED WARNING, PLEASE READ THEM FIRST BEFORE CONTINUING!*)

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮 : o𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸 : 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 : 𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 : 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁 : 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 *JUST RELEASED*

✦ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 : 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎? (✎ still in progress)

#Spotify #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #agirlwholovesrockstars #eddie munson series #eddie munson supremacy #eddie munson stranger things 4 #henry creel #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn #jamie campbell bower

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bebx · 7 months

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loving someone and being attracted to their voice is honestly one of the best combination of feelings you can feel.

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straberrycore · 1 month

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Crummy B-day

Henry bowers x popular fem reader

(❗️Warning❗️: mention of violence/domestic violence/domestic abuse/ cussing)

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“Happy birthday y/n” your friends shouted. You stood there at your locker smiling ear to ear as your friends had a cupcake on a plastic plate in your face with a plastic candle. On it was a plastic fake flame on top it was cute and sweet.

You closed your eyes and pretended to blow the candle out you opened your eyes and your friend Octavia hugged you putting the cupcake in your hands as your other friend took a picture of you two pulling the captured moment out of the camera and waving it to see the result.

You were so happy. The day started so well that your dad let you open one gift this morning at breakfast and said you could open the rest of your gifts at your birthday party.

You couldn’t stop smiling at your beautiful bracelet as you walked through the school doors only to have a happy greeting as everyone you walked past wished you a happy birthday.

It was the best feeling but in the back of your mind you kept wondering…

Why hasn’t Henry wished you happy birthday ❓

You and Henry’s relationship was secret but you still expected him to leave a little note in your locker or meet you in a private area and wish you happy birthday like a good boyfriend.

But the day has just begun and he probably wasn’t even at school yet so you brushed it off and enjoyed your cupcake as you and your friends walked to class.

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you finished your cupcake and was in your seat talking with your friends till Octavia looked at the door with concern and confusion.

So you turned around too see poor Stanley Uris with the school nurse and tissues up his nose and you just knew Henry and the rest of the bowers gang was behind it.

You were sad to see Stanley like that but a little excited to know Henry finally showed up to school

You don’t know what it was about Henry but you just wanted to smother him in love and be around him. His life seemed so interesting when he wasn’t bullying kids in and out of school

He doesn’t know what it is you find so exciting about him always saying that there’s nothing too him and you can admit sometimes when your hanging around him and the rest of the gang it is really boring.

But just being around him was the excitement for you

Your life was more boring than his in your opinion all you did was hang out with friends and go to the arcade, the candy shop, and church. Other than that you did. Nothing. He was your way of spicing up the boring routine.

but you knew Henry wasn’t like any other typical boyfriend so when it came to him you had to keep the kisses and cuddles down to a minimum.

But Just after the nurse sat Stanley down in his seat and asked him an additional time was he okay he nodded his head and she walked out of the class but just walking past her was Henry I kept a calm face but in reality I just wanted to go up and kiss him.

Thats how you always felt but as usual you had to keep your cool.

Only the bowser gang and Octavia knew you guys were in a secret relationship and teased you guys about it all the time either that or Patrick would be begging you to hook him up with one of your friends specifically Octavia he liked how feisty she was.

And the only thing Octavia had to say about patrick was “hell no” she practically yelled it when you first said it. you just told him she had a boyfriend

Being in a secret relationship was hard at times like having to hold your tongue when you would hear girls talking bad about him in the locker room

You don’t know how you and him got together and you know you guys are total opposites but as they say opposites attract.

You watched as he and the boys walked to the back of the class and sat in their seats Henry was laughing at something one of them said then turned around and made dead eye contact with you.

You smiled at him But you were taken aback when he glanced at you and turned back around

“Ouch, trouble in paradise huh” Octavia asked you turned around “I don’t know I’ll talk to him later” you stated

You faced to the front when you heard the teacher walk in “good morning class todoy we will be diving in to the history of the Great War” she said with a big smile on her face

Everyone gave out a group groan caused by the news

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As the class ended you went outside to see the guys walking down the Hall you already new where they were going so you followed

They were going into the direction of the back where kids would smoke in the back of the school

Henry taught you how to smoke or at least inhale smoke he would take a puff and blow the smoke in your mouth that how you guys had your first kiss

Just sitting in an abandoned car out there while the rest Of the guys were messing with shit. he inhaled then grabbed your face and blew the smoke in your mouth and told you to hold it so you did

And while you did he was looking at you and not like he usually did he was looking at you like he was thinking of something “what” you said letting the smoke go he then kissed you.

He kissed rough and also like he didn’t know what he was doing he was kinda aggressive he had his hand around your neck pulling you close and kissing like a had something to prove.

You just pulled away and he looked at you like he knew he did something wrong “try this” you said and put your arms around his neck and kissed him softly and slowly letting your lips linger on his letting your lips touch and rub against each other’s before going in again.

It was much better and you could tell he liked your way much more. he put his hands on your waist and pulled you in You rubbed one of your hands through his mullet and grabbed his hair lightly tugging on it You could tell he liked it When he moaned in the kiss and tugged on your dress.

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just as you started to catch up you yelled Henry’s name only to be ignored. you thought he didn’t hear you. so for extra measure you yelled his name again

This time so loud that when you did a couple people stared at you But just as before he ignored you .and you know he heard you.

You walked away back down the hall your cheeks hot from embarrassment caused by a few people looking at you from Henry not answering you.

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It was finally last hour and you couldn't wait to get out of school so you could find Henry and tell him off.

You were totally pissed at him. all day he has been ignoring and not saying a thing.

It hurt your feelings of not knowing if you did something wrong or if he just didn't like you anymore.

But you were completely caught off guard when you finally got to belches car Henry turned around and put a piece of duck tape on your Mouth and Patrick put a blind fold on you.

It’s been 14 minutes since the he bowers gang kidnapped you. The car was kinda silent the boys only breaking the silence with little snickering.

There you laid in the back seat with Henry your head resting in his lap as he played with your hair you knew it was him because you recognized his smell you had gotten used to his drug store soap smell.

You stayed silent trying to feel the way the car turned and moved so you could know were to go when you finally got out. it was a crazy idea but you have heard of people doing that in kidnap situation’s. hopefully you can remember.

Once the car finally stopped Henry pulled you up and helped you out of the car. once you were finally on your feet you were off them again you felt someone pick you up bridal style and start walking.

you couldn’t tell where you were all you heard was multiple sounds of leaves crunching as they were walking. You closed your eyes listening to the bird chirping.

You mixed those two sounds together and estimated that you were probably in the woods. You were starting to get a little scared you never knew what to expect with the bowers gang. Your head slowly started to fill with scary thoughts.

“Are they going to kill me ?”

“ are they going to get rid of me on my birthday ?”

“Henry wouldn’t let that happen… would he?”

You were pulled out of your deep thought when you were put back on the ground you stayed silent as someone sat you down in a chair.

You started to breath heavy as it got very quiet and all you could hear was whispers your brain started to panic. were they going to hurt you?

All of a sudden the bandanna over eyes was pulled off it took you a minute to adjust to the sun light but when you finally got your vision back you heart started to swell and your eyes got very watery.

“You guys shouldn’t have” you said to the boys as you started to stand up on your feet you looked around to see balloons and birthday decorations all around the abandoned junk yard where the boys hung out at.

“Happy birthday y/n” the boys said all together you couldn’t believe they did this for you. Your smile was from ear to ear.

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There you sat in the back of an old rusty truck with Henry your head on his shoulder the rest of the boy were off some where playing with fire crackers. you looked up at Henry as he took a bite out of the birthday cake they got you He then looked down at you staring at him “what the fuck are staring at me for” he said with an annoyed tone “I’m just happy” you said simply he rolled his eyes and kept eating his cake.

You grabbed his face turning it to yours and kissed him on the lips you pull away till Henry grabbed your neck and pulled you back in kissing you roughly

locking eyes with his he had no expression but his face was as red as a tomato. You went back to laying on his shoulder till he got up.

“Come with me” he said you stood up and walked over to where he was “close your eyes” You did as he said and closed your eyes “now open them”

You did as he said again and when you opened your eyes there was a beautiful necklace around your neck it have a silver chain and on the end was a big blue diamond on it.

It was absolutely gorgeous but you knew Henry couldn’t afford something this expensive. “Henry be completely honest with me. Did you steal this?” You truly did like it but it was wrong to wear a stolen piece of jewelry.

“yeah I stole it for you I knew you would want some fancy piece of shit like that so when I saw it I knew I had to get it for you” It was so sweet that Henry thought of you like that but your parents would be so mad if they knew you had stolen jewelry on

“Henry this was so sweet of you truly but i cant wear stolen jewelry” you said looking at the beautiful diamond it was a shame something so pretty had to go right back to where it came from .

“Yes, you can just don’t wear it for a while. The police are still looking for who stole it” Patrick said you turned around and looked at him in annoyance. He had cake smeared all over his mouth you turned around back a Henry who was amused by Patrick’s cake face.

You started to look around at all the decorations then you looked back at Henry “Look I’ll let it go you went through a lot of trouble to make this a great birthday for me”

Henry put his arms around your waist placing his hands on your ass (their favorite place to go) you grabbed his face and gave him soft kisses on his lips, which somehow turned into sloppy rough kisses.

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“Where have you been young lady?,” your dad said as you walked through the front door at 6:00 and school got out hours ago “Um my friends held a little party at a diner for my birthday and after we went to the arcade I'm sorry dad I truly lost track of time”

Hanging out with Henry truly turned you into a better liar. that was a full-blown lie with a sprinkle of truth you did have a little party with friends but after Belch dropped you and Henry off at his house.

But your dad doesn't need to know you just had the sweatiest, hottest most tear-jerking, rough sex of your life in Henry's dad's old abandoned truck in his back yard. You're taking that to the grave. after you call Octavia and tell her every little detail Of course.

“Ok thats nice but we were truly worried about you” Your mom said you looked down trying to look sad “ I know mom that's truly a mistake on my part for not calling you” you said putting your hand on your chest for effect.

“Ok just make sure to call next time. Now go upstairs and get washed up so we can sing Happy Birthday and cut this cake”

You rushed upstairs and took a mini shower examining yourself in the mirror and looking at the hickeys on your neck and body, the nail indents on your hips were Henry's hand where when you were riding him. Just thinking. About it was like a dream but you knew it happened

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Once you got out the shower you put some clothes on and before you went back downstairs you hid the necklace and the hickeys Henry gave you. Once you were done you headed downstairs only to be greeted by your mom holding a cake with the candles lit and the lights were out and your whole family was singing happy birthday.

After the day you had it truly was a happy birthday.

#henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #smut #fluff smut #pennywise #bowers gang #x reader #fem reader #sturniolo smut #kpop smut #wlw smut #skz smut #sexy content #heterosexual #happy birthday #birthday

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elodieballard · 2 years

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because you love her.

jace wayland x fem reader

summary: basically u have no clue how ur love life with jace is going

warnings: clueless clary, lashing out, a little bit of obsession??? jace is a little bit of an idiot (not rude, just ignorant) super off plot of tmi with like one scene you’d know, dorothea is like COMPLETELY ooc (out of character) ooc hodge, slightly ooc clary

i know it sounds boring but i’m just lazy to put anything so lol

also pls excuse the terrible pov pronouns im trying to use second person instead of first for this fic so yeah

AND my only knowledge of tmi is the movie so be kind 🤗🤗

you turn another page in your book, daydreaming as your eyes stare at the words on the pages.

jace. jace, jace, jace, jace.

it was all jace, the only thing that clouded your mind. you found it hard to tear yourself away from the thought of him when you imagined what his lips would feel like. would taste like.

it’s been some time now, the amount of time you’ve been in love with jace. i mean, how couldn’t you? he is an angel—and lord you hate to remember how that was actually literal—but he’s kind behind all of his sarcasm.

he’s really attractive. hot. handsome. pretty, even.

scratch that, he’s more than pretty. he is gorgeous.

when you think about rain, you think about jace. you’ve always loved rain, so the two correlate.

reading, too. reading is always a fun and calming thing to do, even if you’re teased for it.

it’s not very common for shadowhunters or demon hunters to be so soft, at least that’s what jace thought.

until he met you. he likes your softness. he liked a little too much, even. he likes that you don’t wear an overly amount of makeup like izzy does.

he likes that you’re comfortable with your own beauty. sure, he knows you aren’t confident, which he doesn’t understand.

he loved all of things before clary came. to you, he was okay with those things. he didn’t care about the reading or the makeup, that’s why he didn’t tease you for it.

but when clary came, things changed. you noticed jace didn’t care much to defend you against alec’s smart comments about reading, and he didn’t even protest when izzy suggested giving you a makeover when it was time to go to magnus’ party.

yesterday, you blinked harshly as izzy’s hair curler left a section in your hair. you were deep in thought as izzy styles your hair, smiling as she brushed some hair out of your face.

“what’s gotten you so worked up?” she said in a tone one talks in after laughing. anyone else would suppose she was being sarcastic, teasing you, even. clary probably would. but you knew izzy for your entire life to know how to read in between the lines.

“i just wish i wasn’t here.” you mumbled, looking to the side.

“with me?” she scrunched your hair a little bit, giving it volume.

“no, i’d love to be in here talking to you about the party and if there would be any cute boys there or even the fucking escape route we’ll have to use once we crash the whole thing.” your voice was getting louder by the moment and izzy knew something was up.

“if you’re worried about miss googly eyed carrie or whatever her name is, i assure you she’ll only be here for a little bit.”

“i’m worried about her, yeah, but not in the way you assume i am.” you mumbled.

“i don’t know why you’d be worried, she’s not going to take your spot in hodge’s eyes.”

as izzy reached for the brush, you crack a smile. you were always hodge’s favorite, so, no, you’d never be worried about it.

“what do you mean ‘googly eyed’?” you asked curiously, pinching yourself in the wrist as you asked the question in regret.

“you didn’t see it? she’s like, totally in love with jace,” izzy smiled and grabbed the curler.

your heart drops to your feet.

“jace seems to like her, too. he’s worried about her all the time, he’s the one who brought her here… it’s love at first sight if you ask me. dontcha think?”

you swallowed. you wanted to cover your ears and scream until izzy shut up, but you couldn’t. “yeah, i do.” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice.

“they’d be cute together. especially with the height difference. i don’t know if you got a good look at her, but she’s your height. short-”

you tried not to roll your eyes.

izzy sighed before continuing. “and it’s a power couple. she seems innocent. not much like a badass. but we both know jace, on the other hand.”

you forced a laugh. “yeah.”

“now that i think about it, you and clary are similar. really similar, actually. you guys would get along.”

you bit your lip. in this moment, you wanted to tell izzy all about your love for jace, but it wasn’t worth it. there was no point. you swallowed. “maybe, yeah.”

izzy finished with your hair and moved on to makeup. later, you found yourself wearing an extremely short dress and thigh high boots. you had to walk to the party and you walked alongside jace, it was the one time he wasn’t all over clary that day and you just wanted to hear his laugh and to laugh at his jokes.

but now, today, the pages of your favorite book tickles at your fingertips as you stare at the worlds sputtered along them, your brain not registering a simple thing.

“that book must not be very interesting.” you hear from behind you, scaring you out of your daydream.

“jace!” you exclaim.

“really? is that me?” he jokes sarcastically.

you giggle and playfully slap him in the shoulder. “shut up.”

“what book is it?”

“never mind the book, what are you doing in here?”

the blonde lets out a breath, flopping onto your bed. “boredddd.”

you’re taken aback at this. calmly as you can, you say your response carefully so it’s not sarcastic. “where’s clary?”

“what does clary have to do with my boredom?”

you almost laugh at this. “nothing, you’ve just been all over her yesterday and this morning, i thought you guys would be in a closet making out or something.”

jace’s expression drops as he feels his heart stop. his breath hitched. “why are you being like that?”

you close your book. “like what?”

“look, just because i have a heart-”

you immediately lunge forward and feel his chest area where his heart is. you try to pretend that it isn’t beating crazily fast at the distance between the two of your faces.

“not there.”

jace can’t hide his laugh. “yeah, okay. well, just because i have a heart and want to help someone out, doesn’t mean i’m in love with them! and anyway, why is it such a big deal if i were in love with her?”

“is that you admitting that you do?”

“no! answer my fucking question!” he demands.

you swallow, feeling defeated. “it’s not that. she’s taking up all of your time and i literally don’t get to see you anymore.”

you walk to your bookshelf and put your book in. keeping your cool was getting harder and harder by the moment.

“well i’m offering now?” he says, but it sounds like he’s questioning it.

“and then? what about tomorrow?” you put your hair behind your ear, reaching for a gold ring.

“what’s that?” jace gets off of your bed and points to the ring.

“remember when we were kids and you gave me a promise ring that one day we’d get married?” your voice cracks as you place the ring on your finger. “it was sweet at first, but…”

as you pull the ring off your finger, jace is quick to push it back on.

you feel the heat in your cheeks rising, going crazy. you swallow and look into his eyes.

he sighs, removing his hands from yours. “get ready, we’ll leave in a bit. and if you’re so obsessed with clary, i’ll ask her to come. you guys will get along.”

he walks out of the room leaving you blushing and confused.

~ clary is all over you, she thinks you’re the coolest person to ever exist.

“your hair looks really pretty, too.” she says, brushing her fingers through it.

“thanks, izzy curled it last night.” you try to hide the annoyance in your voice.

the cab car was extremely hot. the driver had a passenger in the front seat, so the three of you—jace, clary, you— had undid your appearance runes and you were basically hitch hiking without the driver or the passenger knowing.

jace to the left of you and clary to the right.

if you were being honest, you didn’t want to be sitting next to him after what happened earlier. was he trying to say that he still wanted to marry you after all the years?

“oh, please, stop fighting over me, girls!” jace jokes sarcastically. clary cracks up, but for once, you don’t laugh at his joke. he notices this and raises an eyebrow.

“so, clary, where’s your mundane friend?” you ask curiously, starting to think you were wrong about her at first.

“oh, he’s with izzy. she said she’ll take care of him while we go out.” clary looks out the window, admiring the city.

“right.” you turn to your left to find that jace was already staring at you, his gaze low at the hem of your dress.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like the way you looked and felt in the dress and makeup you wore yesterday. you decided that before you headed back to the institute, you and izzy could go shopping. you found a ton of short dresses you bought without even trying on, of course.

“what’s up?” you say, staring at jace, his eyes dancing along the hem.

he shoot’s his head up, caught in the act. you smile to yourself. “you’re wearing makeup, aren’t you?”

you bite back a grin. “izzy gave me a bit, she said it looked pretty on me.”

jace doesn’t seem amused. “i think you look better without it.”

you don’t know if that’s a compliment, but you find yourself with a stupid grin plastered on your face as you watch the scenery outside of clary’s window.

“where are we going, by the way?” clary whispers.

“shit.” jace gasps as he grabs your hand, making you instinctively grab clary’s. he opens the door on his side and the driver stops the car, going to see why the door opened and you start running.

you and clary are cracking up at how concentrated jace is as he turns the corner.

“where are we going?!?” you repeat clary’s question from earlier as you start going down a hill.

“hodge used to take us there,” he turns to face you, who has no clue where he plans on going. you raise an eyebrow with crossed arms. “don’t start with the ‘oh, he used to take us everywhere!’ shit, we went a few times every week.”

you smile. you never realized how much of a father hodge acted as, your parents had died in a battle against vampires, and jace’s parents— no one really knew much about.

“i don’t know!” you squeal.

jace squeezes your hand a little tighter and angrily pushes past a crowd of people who jump at the feeling of being pushed but nothing to be pushed by. after blushing over this, you turn to clary who shrugs at jace’s random anger.

“are we going to see dorothea?” you gasp when you realize and jace giggles.

“dorothea?” clary asks, a little alarmed. “that’s my neighbor!”

“you live next to dorothea?” jace asks after turning around to face clary.

you see tension. you can practically feel it. it makes you sick to your stomach. clary’s going to take this moment to bond with jace, when you and him have been coming here since you were little.

“s-she’s— yes.” clary struggles, looking down at her feet.

“she’s yes?” jace laughs at her own joke. you force a laugh to get out of the rearview.

“i knew i recognized this street,” clary whispers to you as you turn the corner.

“okay.” you don’t even want to talk to her anymore. sure, it wasn’t her fault that she lives next to dorothea, but it was almost completely obvious she got nervous when jace got a little too close to her. you clear your throat. “jace, we’re here.”

jace was staring at the ground and he picks his head up without saying anything and turns back to you and clary.

“have you got a key?” he asks clary.

clary is still bright red as she nods, but she puts her hand under the mat on the porch and puts it through the keyhole.

“after you.” jace smiles brightly as he opens the door for you and clary.

you go in before her, jace takes notice to how you cut her off to get in front.

once the three of you are inside, you start to look around. it’s like a regular apartment building, budget was probably sixty thousand on the minimum interior decorating.

jace walks over to the first door on the first floor and knocks.

“shoo, put my mail at the door of my door!” you hear from inside. you look at jace and smile, who smiles back. this gives you major butterflies.

jace knocks again.

“disobeying bastards!” you hear dorothea yell from inside before the door opens and you get a clear view of her. she didn’t age, she was already really old. she looked the same.

“oh my lord!” she exclaims before extending her arms to jace and pulling him in a hug. jace doesn’t really appreciate physical touch that isn’t formed by him, but he accepts it because it’s dorothea. “jace, boy, you’ve gotten so big!”

she turns to you and extends her arms. “and hello, y/n… you’re still small and fragile…”

she chuckles to herself, but you can’t help but feel a little offended.

jace knows how you feel about this, so he rubs your back comfortingly.

“and clary…” she looks at her unamused and then opens the door completely so you all can walk in.

her place has remained the same over the years. not a single book, even, has moved.

you linger closer to jace as you tour her one-bedroom which seems to make him uncomfortable. like you’re following him.

dorothea smiles as she takes a seat at her table. “jace, y/n, come sit.”

you and jace look at each other. then you follow him to the table she’s sitting at as clary explores the room.

“oh, i can’t believe how long it’s been…” she says, looking teary eyed.

“twelve years.” you say, trying not to make it obvious you’re uncomfortable. the situation is awkward.

dorothea stares at you blankly. “you look so beautiful, dear.”

“uh, thanks… izzy let me borrow some makeup.”

if you were being honest, jace looked pissed. it was stupid he thought he could control how you lived.

“she still looks beautiful without it.” he says, facing dorothea. he doesn’t even shoot a second glance towards you.

your cheeks grow red rapidly, and you try not to smile. “thanks.”

jace crosses his arms.

dorothea smiles wildly at the two of you. “you two still plan on getting married? you’re together, right?”

you and jace look at each other and clary stops. she wants to see what he says.

then jace’s gaze moves to your ring and you feel like you’re about to explode.

jace then turns to dorothea. “maybe. i don’t know.”

you look to the side and jace doesn’t shoot a second glance to you.

is that why he gave you the ring? he still wants to marry you? like he did as a little boy?

“that’s wonderful, your babies would be beautiful you know?” dorothea clasps her hands and stands up. “well unfortunately you came at a bad time. i was just getting ready for bed, but don’t let that stop you. feel free to loiter, i suppose. i really did miss you children. and it was nice to see you, clary.”

she really doesn’t care about clary though, which makes you feel happy for some reason. like you won.

“y/n, you sure you don’t want to go home and go to bed?” jace asks with a smirk.

“shut up, jace. you never used to tease me about that. you always defended me for it.” you don’t know why you said it, but once it was out of your mouth, you felt you spoke the truth. you just wish it wasn’t in front of dorothea.

“i’m just joking,” jace laughs and clary is cracking up from beside you.

you have to finish what you started. “joking? but isn’t that what alec and izzy did? hell, even magnus!”

dorothea realized she wasn’t welcome in this argument and had made her way to the other room for bed. you shoot a glance at jace that says ‘bring this outside’ but not in a friendly manner.

jace grabs your hand and rushes you outside, leaving clary standing there, confused.

“you NEED to stop, okay?” jace spits, holding you by the shoulders.

“i’m sorry, are you angry i’m finally standing up to you and your obsession with clary?” as you said this, you kept getting up in his face. this didn’t please him in the slightest. he didn’t want to want to kiss you ask you SCREAMED at him.

“stand up for yourself some other fucking time! right now, we just came to see dorothea— i just BROUGHT you to see dorothea and you’re being an ungrateful fucking brat, you know that?”

you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t be blushing at his words. they’re not coming out in the sense you would blush at them, so why are you?

“jace..” you feel every wall within you fall. every hope and dream is shattered. “i’m done waiting for you.”

“waiting for me? waiting for me to do what?” his tone immediately dropped asks he felt his heart shatter.

your gaze is followed by jace’s when you look down at your hand and slowly slip the promise ring off of your finger. “i’m done waiting.”

you try to walk away, so he doesn’t see you cry, but he grabs you. he pulls you back in front of him and immediately attaches his lips to yours. you melt into the kiss as soon as he does it, your hands going around his neck while his travel to your waist. it was perfect. this was perfect.

after a good long moment, you come up for air, the first to pull away. you entangle your fingers in his hair and push your forehead onto his. “jace… you can’t.”

another part in jace shatters, but he doesn’t know what it is. “i can’t? i can’t what?”

you can’t help but look at his lips. pink already, and you’d only kissed for a good twenty seconds. you wonder if yours are like that. “we can’t do this. us.”

“what? why not?”

“because you love her.” you look towards the house, to dorothea’s room where clary was watching you through the window.

he chuckles and kisses you on the lips again, this time for longer. when he pulls away, he cups your face with his hand. “just you. only you. always you.”

which makes your heart explode. that was something you said to each other all the time as kids, and you can’t believe he remembered it.

“i’ve always loved you, y/n. did you think my promise ring was some kind of joke?”

#jace wayland #jace has too many last names #jamie bower x you #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower x you #peter ballard #peter ballard fluff #001 stranger things #001 x reader #001 x y/n #001 x you #henry creel #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale #jamie bower #jace wayland x reader #jace wayland x y/n #jace herondale x y/n

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billdenbroughsgirl · 4 months

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♡ MASTERLIST

who i write for ♡

this list will be updated when i make posts, i linked who i write for so no one is confused :) i just don't wanna type out all the characters since i haven't written for most of them yet

♡ IT (stephen king)

♡ bill denbrough

nap time ♡ falling asleep with bill after one of his baseball games

♡ eddie kaspbrak

skin stars ♡ hcs of eddie (& rich) w a freckled reader :)

♡ richie tozier

skin stars ♡ e&r w a freckled reader :)

♡ henry bowers

fluffy relationship hcs ♡ hcs of clingy n fluffy henry !

animal ♡ henry x male!reader smut

#li yapping session #it 2017 x reader #it x reader #bill denbrough x reader #henry bowers fluff #henry bowers x male reader #henry bowers smut #li's masterlist #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie kaspbrak fluff #eddie kaspbrak smut #richie tozier smut #richie tozier #richie tozier fluff #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #henry bowers x reader

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keep-on-burnin · 2 years

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“I’m In Love With You Too” • Jamie Campbell-Bower

author’s note: Gosh I haven’t posted in decades!! I apologize for just disappearing, so here’s a short fluffy Jamie imagine for you<3

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, though there may be a few grammar mistakes sorry!!

“Jamieee” She whined softly from the comfort of the dark grey sofa in the middle of the living room. The fireplace was bright with flames, the tv set on a random channel and my shivering body was now covered with a heavy quilt. That night was a cooler night, and nights like those were meant for tea and cuddles by the fireplace.

Jamie’s shirtless figure stood in the kitchen making the apple cinnamon tea she had requested. She watched as he moved about the space. He was in his own little world, too spaced out to notice her calling his name.

“Jamie” She calls again, this time he turned around and smiled. Seeing the beautiful girl wrapped tightly in the blanket made him feel all warm inside. He admired her a second longer, running his piercing blue eyes over her facial features. Though he was at least 10 feet away from her, he could still see how her eyes sparkle under the fire light.

“Are you almost done?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth at the dazed state her boyfriend was in.

Jamie turned back to the mugs quickly to take the tea bags out and stir some sugar into her tea. The smile seemed to stick to his face the whole time he does this.

Finally, he made his way over to the couch with two hot cups. He set them down on the wooden end table by her head.

She smiled up at him as she moved the quilt to the side so the blonde man could slip in beside her. Jamie took his place behind the girl, wrapping his arms lovingly around her waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He began to leave soft kisses along her soft skin, causing a sweet chuckle to leave her lips.

In that moment, everything else in the world seemed to stop. Nothing was heard but the faint crackling of the fire and her laboured breaths. Nothing was felt but the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her skin against his lips. No one else existed but them in the coziness of their shared apartment.

“I’m in love with you” Jamie whispered against her neck, leaving another kiss to where his confession had landed on her skin. He could feel her breathing hitch as the words left his mouth. Shit he thought. What if she didn’t feel the same? Of course over their 8 month long relationship they had both said the three magical words I love you on many occasions. The phrase was second nature by now, but hearing the words “I’m in love with you” caused the girls mind to short circuit. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard fall from his mouth. She couldn’t form words, or even thoughts for that matter. So she did the only thing she knew she could do in that moment to show him what she wanted to say. She swiftly turned around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands. Her smile was all he needed to see to know that she did indeed feel the same. And to seal the deal, she planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. That’s when his mind short circuited. The world truly did stop when they shared the kiss.

As they both pulled away, she leant her forehead against his. Her eyes were still shut, but his were open. He once again admired her beauty, but this time he could see every freckle on her skin along with the soft blush that appeared on her cheeks.

Just before he falls into another love-drunk daze, she parted her lips to say the one thing he so desperately wanted to hear from her.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Hope you enjoyed🫶 please send in some requests for some stranger things characters! I’ve been on an eddie/steve/billy/001 rampage recently

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Henry Creel (2/9)

Word count ; 4.2k

*Edited.

In the moments as I was shoving clothes and memorabilia in my former high school backpack - which was rather small, mind you -, my thoughts turned to my mother. She’d never believe me and would just shorten the length of time I had to escape. And if I left her here, would the ‘captors’ take her in my place? Would she get killed?

But I was in love with Henry. He knew what he was talking about. And at the end of the day, I envisioned a future with him, even if I wasn’t entirely sure I wasn’t just insane.

I swung open the bedroom door, and I heard my mother gasp from her bedroom, the door half-open as she prepared herself for sleep. I hadn’t even changed my clothes, instead having done nothing but pulled on socks and the hiking boots buried in my closet. I was already panting in disarray, so baffled at my own actions but still set in my ways.

“Y/n! Baby, what are you doing? What’s wrong? Are you going somewhere?” my mother exclaimed, dashing out the door and quickly trailing behind me.

She attempted to grab me before I descended the steps, but I had to stay silent. Otherwise, I knew I’d sound insane. She’d never believe me after the diagnosis the psychiatrist gave me. And they could be here any moment. She kept clawing at me, and I kept tearing away. I could hear confused sobs escaping her lips.

As I made it to the entrance, she finally caught me. Her arms wrapped around my waist in a tight, unmoving grip. “Y/n, dear, calm down! You didn’t take your pills, did you?”

I kept trying to struggle free, gritting my teeth as stressful, mourning tears rushing down my cheeks. “Mom, I took the medicine! And Henry, h - he reached me anyways! I know it sounds insane, but he’s real, mom. And you have to let go because his captors are coming to kill us as we speak —!”

“Baby, shush! Are you even listening to what you’re saying? J - just calm down and we can talk about it.”

Her sobs echoed in my ears and I took a moment. What I was saying was insane. I believed it whole-heartedly, and yet, in my many months of researching, I never found anything that indicated any possibilities of what Henry displayed. I couldn’t help myself, though. It was so real.

“I - I can’t, mom. We’re in danger. Please, we need to go. Can we at least drive somewhere else and then talk —“

“Honey, he’s not real. None of it is. It’s just that your medicine didn’t work, or maybe you hallucinated taking it.”

My struggling ceased. My mother was panting from trying so hard to restrain me, and I paused in thought. I didn’t want to hurt her in any way, but I would need to if she kept holding onto me. I sucked in a final breath, and I croaked,” Mom, please. Believe me, if only enough to get out of the house. I - I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. And we’re in danger.”

I heard her hiccup sadly and her grasp around me loosened. I slipped out, but instead of going for the door while I had the chance, I turned to her and hugged her tightly. She returned it whole-heartedly and I felt so very sad. She was sobbing into my shoulder incoherently, and I could but listen.

I loved Henry, but my mother was still the keystone of my life. If anything happened to her, I’d feel so very awful. And I was certain she was on the verge of being convinced to run with me, if only for —

A knock sounded on the door. My mother froze, and I immediately pulled away. I grabbed her shoulders and steeled my expression. I refused to speak and my mother’s mouth was agape. I whispered quietly to her,” We need to go. It’s them.”

My mother’s brows furrowed, and I thought she would disagree, but she gulped. “Can I just… See who’s there?”

I shook my head, but she didn’t listen. I watched in despair as she raised her head to the small peephole. She gasped, turning back to me, and that was enough to convince me of Henry’s existence. He was real. But so were they. And we were about to die if we didn’t get out.

Just as my mother stepped away from the door unsurely, a crash echoed from the other side of the house. Our back door had seemingly been dismantled, and horror dawned on me. They had us cornered, and those precious moments I spent hugging my mother could’ve been the last chance to escape.

My mother grabbed me and ushered me upstairs. I followed suit, but we heard thudding footsteps echo the large - and very old - home. A scream bubbled in my throat as we made it to the top of the steps, but the front door burst down, too. My mother was even more startled than I was, and we locked ourselves into her room.

Right away, I reached for the sheets. My mother was having a panic attack, and that left me to try and figure things out. However, as I threw open a window, I lurched back as I saw a man drenched in a black outfit, a sniper gun pointed toward us. The entire home had been surrounded, and a sob released.

Suddenly, all movements ceased. The strangers had us surrounded by all means. And then, a knock sounded from the bedroom door. My mother and I both turned toward it waiting for anything more.

“Y/n L/n. Please open the door. We just need to talk.”

There was a long pause as my mind churned. They were waiting.

And then I mustered,” W - who are you and what are you doing to Henry?”

Silence again. “I am Doctor Brenner. I believe you are referring to One. He is a worker at our facility for gifted minds. I am the manager of this facility. We prioritize security and One has been directly violating these terms. Please, open the door and I can answer more of your questions. I would hate to force my hand on you and your mother.”

My mother, desperate and confused, opened the door without question. I was terrified, and yet, there was something so odd about the man who was the ‘manager.’ He was adorning an untouched suit, adorned a friendly smile and looked to be in his sixties. He was surrounded with people who could’ve been swat members, but clearly weren’t because usually they had badges. They were so secretive.

I opened my mouth as he raised his hand. I almost followed, thinking he was planning to wave, but a man with a gun pulled the trigger. A scream tore at my throat as chaos ensued. My mother’s body, lifeless and spewing blood, fell to the ground.

I was paralyzed in place as more bodyguards rushed in. I thought I was next, but instead, I was grabbed. Something stung at my throat as I attempted to struggle with what awareness I had. And almost immediately, darkness clouded my vision.

~~~

“…See? This is what your disobedience has done, One. You forced the fatality of her mother and almost your… lover. However, out of the kindness of my heart, I have brought her here. You two will work together. She will become a part of our family.”

“Papa, please. She’s done nothing wrong. I read her thoughts. She thought I wasn’t real. You could have just punished me —!”

“Do not raise your voice at me, One. I do not want to punish you further - Ah. It seems she is waking up.”

I finally forced my eyes to open, and yet, I had to blink say the brightness. Shining down on my was a lamp, and everything else seemed dark. The overhead lights were dim. I tried tilting my head, only to realize it hurt like hell. My fingers twitched and I wanted to speak, but my mouth was too dry.

Suddenly, the same man from before walked into view. He loomed over the tilted hospital bed I was in, and terror ran through my bones. I tried to sit up, only to yelp loudly. My entire body was strapped to it and tears immediately escaped as the memories came flooding back.

Henry was real. But now, I was wishing he wasn’t. None of this should be real.

“I apologize for the abrupt travels,” the man chuckled, a polite smile stretching across his wrinkled face. “I know you will fit in well. I have reviewed your records and you have just the right personality to get along with the children.”

I furrowed my brows. I went to speak, but all I could do was croak. The man peered over his shoulder. Suddenly, all my fear dissolved and I was but stunned. Still bruised and frail, was Henry. He looked so very sad, though. We made eye contact, and all I could see was regret as he frowned deeply. Within his hands, the knuckles torn, was a glass of water. The man stepped away and Henry’s hand slipped underneath my back.

“H - Henry,” I gasped.

“You will not refer to him by name now,” Doctor Brenner explained calmly. “The guards, for their safety, do not have names. That includes your own. Your life is about to change for the better now.”

His words made my vision go blurry, but Henry helped me sit up further and pressed the glass to my lips. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, and I wanted so badly for some reassurance. To hear his silky, beautiful voice. The feel his fingers intertwined with mine. And yet, after I greedily gulped the water down, his warmth departed. He returned to his spot against the wall, a door right next to him. We maintained eye contact, and I could tell he felt so guilty.

It wasn’t his fault, though.

“Now. You will take a day to recover and then you will start training,” the man continued. “Here, you will address me as ‘Papa.’ I am your family now, just as much as everyone else’s. You will not speak unless spoken to or you are aiding one of the children. You are about to become a part of history, now. I have offered you this opportunity out of the kindness of my heart, unless if you wish to meet the same fate as your mother. Do you understand?”

“I - I…”

“Do you understand?”

I made eye contact once more with a very anxious Henry. He nodded, jaw clenched. He was pleading with me to make the right decision.

I could only hope we could talk at some point. I don’t know what I could do without Henry.

“Y - yes.”

“Not quite right.”

“Yes, Papa…”

The man broke out into an even wider smile and he nodded courteously. He glanced between us two and sighed. “Now, I must return to work. You ned to as well. However, I realize our new addition to the family needs time to settle down, so perhaps you can help her, yes? Be back to your shift in half an hour.”

I noticed he no longer addressed him as One. It made me so very startled. Had I really been robbed of my entire livelihood, and even my name?

And yet, as Henry walked up to me, all my fright faded. The moment the ‘doctor’ left, Henry rushed to my side, the tears suddenly releasing, despite his best efforts. As he stood by my bedside, I reached to him. His head lowered as he unlocked the arm restraints and nothing else.

The second I was able to, I moved my hands to his cheeks. Tears also slid down. Everything was so numbing. I had lost everything. And yet, I found Henry. He looked so pained and not just physically. I bright his head closer, hands gentle as they cupped his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, my dear,” he croaked, entire body trembling. “I could never live without you, but I never thought that bas - he would take you here. I never wanted you in this hell.”

I was mourning. My entire life. And yet, as Henry buckled to his knees, I twisted my body so I could pull his forehead to mine. For the first time, I really was feeling his warm breath against mine. My fingers were touching his flesh. Even if I was in hell, I was with the man I had come to be madly in love with.

“At least I am with you, my love,” I cried softly, cherishing the feeling of his forehead against mine. I nuzzled my nose against his and carefully wiped his tears, not wanting to hurt him. “I truly thought you weren’t real.”

“It would be better if we never met,” he sighed. “And because of my carelessness…”

I hushed him and he fell silent. His hands reached out and gripped onto the hospital gown I adorned. I would soon wear something similar to what he had, I realized, and my entire personality would be robbed from me. But Henry was not. Henry was here, and that was enough in this numbed state of being.

“We can find a way to —“

He hushed me urgently, yes opening and boring into mine. They were so beautiful, even when shrouded with a cloud of tears. “We must not speak about the past so openly.”

“But we are…”

He grabbed my jaw carefully and tilted my head past him. I wanted to close to distance again, but then my age fell on the security camera. I watched in a daze as Henry pressed a careful kiss onto my cheek. It was prolonged, but I was unsure if I could tilt my head and feel his lips against mine.

However, he guided my head back and peppered kisses until we kissed. It was sizzling with unbridled passion. Just to have him in front of me was almost enough. But I wanted so much more. To feel so much more now that I was truly with him. But with how things had turned out, I knew that seemed to be impossible.

As the kiss ended, me pulling back, his lips chased mine out of instinct. Both of our eyes fluttered open and we gazed loving into one another’s depressed orbs. My heart beat erratically in my chest and my head felt fuzzy. None of this seemed real. Perhaps I would wake up and find myself dead or in the hospital and none of this was real.

My mother would be alive. I had a home and a name and an identity to return to.

Here, I was in hell. But at least I was in hell with Henry, the love of my life.

“The bathrooms,” Henry muttered fondly. “There’s never cameras there. And… it will be easier to see you at night. You are close. It may be a while, but… You and I - Just follow the rules, a - and things will be okay. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what, my dear.”

“I love you, Henry. So, so much. Never leave me,” I sighed, a smile twitching.

“I would rather die than leave you, my love,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “And if you had died… There would be no reason to live. I love you too much. In reality, I would have gone insane without seeing you at night. You, Y/n, are the only perfect thing in this wretched world.”

“Oh, Henry,” I cooed affectionately, chuckling dryly. “Life can be beautiful. When we… you know… we will be happy. Why, I have dreamt so many times of being with you. Eating ice cream in a parlor, watching television together at dinner, getting… married…”

My cheeks flushed at the last remark, and Henry chuckled lowly, humming in satisfaction. “I look forward to it, my dear.”

~~~

Papa’s eyes ere glued to my form as I entered the playroom. After a few days - although there was no concept of time in this place -, I was finally introduced to the children. I didn’t like how easily I adjusted. After a few days of mourning, it was like I was too busy ‘fitting in’ to focus on the life I once lived. I barely saw Henry. He told me he was keeping quiet for a while, and that included the use of his powers. I was lonely, but even just a glimpse of him rejuvenated me.

And I had a goal. Not only to escape with Henry, but with all these poor children, of whom were used and abused. They were happy and brainwashed, but they shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t normal to be trapped and electrified. None of this was normal, and as time passed, I struggled to remind myself of that.

Papa’s kindness was faux. Everything about him screamed greed and selfishness. I would never fall for it, because on the back burner of my mind sat the memory of him allowing my mother to be shot down with ease.

There were several children, each adorning a badge with their number. It made me so sad that they’d never experienced the joy of being truly loved and even named. I noticed that, from across the room, Henry was leaned over Eleven. He was particularly fond of her, or at least, I assumed so. He’d never interacted much with the other children to my knowledge.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Two was struggling. Frustration was evident from his expression. The several building blocks were levitating - as incredible as it was -, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him. I smiled gently as I made my way over to him, crouching over.

“Hello, Two. Are you doing alright?”

He gasped as his eyes shot open and the blocks tumbled to the ground. It was clear he was annoyed, but he tried to refrain a glare, turning to me. A frown was evident on his expression. He was a very cute kid; they all were. I presumed he had to be at least in his early teen years, and yet, he was raised without even the little experiences I realized I’d taken for granted.

He glanced away. “I’m weak today.”

I tilted my head, crouching even further to the ground. The uniform stretched and was surprisingly comfortable. I ended up sitting criss-cross applesauce next them, picking up one of the blocks. “You know, even being able to lift these at all is quite an accomplishment. Do not worry so much.”

He seemed taken aback by that, but refuted,” But Papa will not be happy with me if I don’t make progress. I am supposed to be the best.”

“But are you happy with yourself? I mean, I think it’s pretty impressive. I know I could never do what you’re doing, you know,” I continued, sending him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure that you’re stressing out and that is why you are having a hard time. You should take a break to clear your head.”

His shoulders hunched and he took my words to heart. Slowly, he nodded. “…Okay. If you say so.”

“And, you know these blocks don’t only need to be used for your powers,” I hummed, picking up a few of them. “If you use your imagination, you can make shapes. Did you know that?”

He pursed his lips before shaking his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

I grinned. “Well, let’s see… We can make a small castle. Do you know what a castle is?”

“Castle?”

I waited a moment, thinking about the general dimensions. I used the circular blocks to build the pillars and I made a small arch. The general basic castle, although Two was absolutely stunned. I built the castle quickly while the child watched my movements, seemingly memorizing the shape for future reference.

“A castle is somewhere a prince like you can live. It is a very big house with special guards called knights that wear metal armor. It is usually made of stone and it has a lot of treasure and gold inside. And it all belongs to the prince. It is a beautiful place that you can visit.”

“Where?” he asked in wonder, eyes wide as his hand outstretched toward the make-shift building.

“In your dreams.” We both looked up to see that Henry was there, a tight smile forced onto his lips. I was on edge, and as we made eye contact, I could tell he was warning me to some degree. I gulped, but Two was visibly disappointed. Henry continued regardless,” But it is very beautiful. Your dreams are the most beautiful place of all.”

His gaze was glued to me as he said that, and my heart started racing. My smile regained its strength. Two nodded. “…Maybe. Papa says that dreams are important to talk about.”

“And they are. Do your dreams make you happy?” I inquired carefully.

I noticed that Henry was in earshot, but instead went to attend to another child. It was to curb Papa’s strict habits. I didn’t know the full extent of it, but apparently, there were specific rules in place for us two to prevent any rendezvous, but I trusted that, as Henry said, the bathrooms would be safe soon enough.

My attention returned to Two as he muttered,” No. I’ve never dreamt of castles or princes or knights. Only here.”

A frown stretched across my lips but only remained momentarily, not wanting to indicate any distaste that the compound surrounding me could note. I sent the poor boy a reassuring smile and patted his back, though. “Don’t worry. Maybe tonight you can dream of a castle of your own.”

Two, alike to many of the children, never smiled. However, he did in that moment, if only for a second. His energy was seemingly rejuvenated and I knew it was a rule not to ‘pick favorites,’ so I rose to my feet and let Two get back to his work. I noticed as I tended to the others, though, that he made it so that the castle was floating.

How magical.

~~~

“Two, you’re first.”

Papa had innovated a new ‘game.’ I knew nothing about it, but from the chalk lines on the ground, I assumed it wasn’t good. It was some one versus one, and it pained me to think that the children were being thrust into physically harming one another. I was with the other guards. Henry had a set of blindfolds to make sure they didn’t get damaged with each round, or so I could presume. It was like Papa knew how it would go.

I stood next to Henry, but I willed my eyes not to flicker toward him. However, our shoulders were pushed together, and there was another guard next to me that off-balanced the overwhelming love I held for the man and replaced it with discomfort.

The bot stepped forward. I noticed how his eyes flickered in my direction, and I gave him a small and unnoticeable smile that only he would see. He told me the other day that he had dreamt of a castle. That it was large and rainbow and was made of the clouds he saw colors on the wall of the playroom. It was thrilling to hear that even just a little I’d made a difference in this hell hole.

Henry walked forward with a blindfold to Six, the first to go against him. I watched in anticipation as Henry returned to his spot, and I felt his fond gaze flitting over to me. I was stiff, watching in concern.

“Begin,” Papa instructed.

The room was tense and so was I. While Six raised his hand and aimed it, clearly focusing as he could. Two clenched his fists and was but trembling slightly. He always looked so angry when he used his powers. It made him sad.

As Two grit his teeth, Six began to slide. His feet were barely inside the circle, despite the boy’s best efforts. Papa watched adamantly, eyes boring into the children. And suddenly, as Two grunted loudly, the poor child went flying back into the see-through glass.

I gasped, almost audibly, seeing as Six collapsed to the ground. However he seemed to be okay, except for being incredibly frightened. Both were panting furiously, and I clenched my jaw in order to prevent a firm frown. I felt Henry’s occasional glances, but I was solely focused on them.

“Very good, Two. Number Six, please, take a seat by the door.”

And like dominoes, each child fell.

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Now this is a reunion ❤🥺

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You Shouldn't Have to See Me This Way

Hiiiii it's me again with another one-shot.

This was requested by @dogmom2014on my one-shots of Peter Ballard post. You can find it and make a request here.

I will be responding to all requests, but please be patient with me!

Summary: You’re a Lab employee an Peter finds you crying in a storage closet

Genre: fluff and angst

Rating: G

Tags: none :) it's just a super cute lil story :)

Days at the Lab working as an orderly had become so trying. There were so many demands made of you, so many rules to follow, so many tasks to complete. Every day was a replica of the last, each shift presenting the same mundane, yet anxiety-inducing responsibilities. Some days made it hard for you to remember why you had even chosen this career. Why was this the path you were on? It became overwhelming, swallowing you with a hollow sense of guilt that you hadn’t quite processed.

But then there were times when your circumstances lightened. The way certain children would smile at you when you helped them, the gleam you saw in their eyes when they reached a goal you had been helping them work towards. Other orderlies at the Lab were friendly, and you enjoyed being able to share such a unique connection with a group of people. And then there was Peter.

Peter had always been the friendliest. He was so warm, so comforting to be with. He was one of the few people who would ask you how you were doing and actually listen to your response. In many ways, Peter had taken you under his wing when you started. He taught you the rules so you wouldn’t have to learn them the hard way, and kept you company when the two of you had minutes to spare together. It was no surprise that you found yourself falling for him, head over heels. Peter was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet.

Today, however, had presented itself with its own set of trials, and you hadn’t seen Peter around to give you a moment of quiet amidst the chaos. The stressful burdens of your job weighed too heavily upon your shoulders, and it was for this reason that you found yourself alone with your head in your hands, tears streaming shamelessly down your cheeks, hidden away in a storage closet that was seldom visited.

Time passed differently when you were in complete solitude. No children bickering, no orders being barked at you by Dr. Brenner, no keeping your posture in check in front of your coworkers, nothing. You were allowed to slide apart and finally feel human. The seven minutes you had been sitting in the closet felt like mere seconds. It was time to pick yourself up and face the music again. You tried your best to wipe away your sobs, dabbing the sleeve of your cardigan beneath your eyes, so as not to irritate your skin. Your face was puffy, however, and you knew if anyone was paying close attention, they would know you had been crying.

“Okay, just hold on, let me grab a mop, give me a second,” you heard a muffled voice call out from the hallway. There was no time to hide, no time to come up with a lie as to why you were standing here alone, holding yourself and sniveling.

The door swung open and you held your head low, tucking your head into your chest and keeping your eyes locked on the floor. But to your relief, it was Peter who stepped into the closet.

“Oh, hey.. Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” Peter asked, strolling fully into the limited space and allowing the door to close behind him. His voice was so delicate and kind, each syllable falling from his lips like honey.

“Yeah… yeah, sorry, I’m fine,” you lied, carelessly wiping your nose with the back of your forearm. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. Although the two of you had talked liberally in the past, he had never seen you this vulnerable.

“No, no you’re not,” he cooed, striding closer to you and tenderly placing his hand on your upper arm, “Tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s just,” you began, but that lump in your throat returned. Having someone actually ask made it more difficult to pretend you were your normal, charming self. “It’s just a lot here sometimes, y’know?”

Peter closed his eyes and nodded in agreement, running his hand soothingly up and down.

“I know, but you’re so strong. You are seriously such a great person, Y/N,” Peter reassured you. If only he knew how he really made you feel, how deeply you pined for him, how desperately you wanted him to touch you as more than a consoling friend. It burned a hole in your stomach that caused shame to rise into your chest for even letting him witness you in such a state.

A beat of silence passed between you before Peter dropped his touch from you, his eyes searching for yours.

“Thanks Peter, but I really shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry you had to see me this way.”

You shuffled away from him and towards the door, your shoulders bumping as you passed him. Your hand touched the door’s handle just as Peter’s fingers wrapped around your elbow. He turned you back around, not ready to let you face the outside halls unprotected.

“Y/N, please, you can talk to me,” Peter promised.

You brushed his grip away from you, not wanting him to detain you any longer.

“No, Peter, I don’t think I can.”

Peter’s expression shifted from concerned to borderline sickly.

“Of course you can. Have I ever steered you wrong?”

You wracked your brain for a response. He hadn’t, and you knew it in your guts, but you convinced yourself that this wasn’t what this was about. This wasn’t about the way he treated you, it was about the way he didn’t treat you.

“No, but-”

“No, but what?” Peter cut you off. You could practically see his temperature rising, escalating beyond mild annoyance.

“I just don’t know who I can trust here.”

Your voice was practically breaking under each word you spoke. You wanted so badly to simply be cradled in his arms, wholly protected by him. You did not want to fight, you couldn’t afford to lose him as your friend, but the way he persisted made it tricky not to match his irritated demeanor.

“You don’t think you can trust me? After everything I’ve done for you?” Peter asked. You swore you heard his voice tremble, a slight glimpse of sorrow peeking through his discontentment.

You picked at your fingernails, fidgeting beneath the heat of his interrogation. You recognized that he wasn’t outraged, but you worried that perhaps you had damaged the trust he had worked so hard to establish.

“I know Peter, I’m sorry… I just…” Your mind couldn’t find the words to express this war inside you. There was too much you couldn’t tell him.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard,” Peter apologized, his voice full of everything but remorse, “I guess I’ll take more care in picking who I choose to look out for.”

Peter walked towards you, ready to pass you by and leave the closet, but you stepped in front of him, wrapping your hand around the door knob, trapping him.

“Goddammit, I-” you exhaled, closing your eyes in frustration, “Thank you for looking out for me. Thank you for being my friend. I’m not trying to be a prick to you, I’m just so fucking confused.”

Peter’s defenses dropped, and he fell back into his compassionate spirit, clasping his hands in front of his belt. The seconds passing between you seemed like hours, the two of you breathing in each other’s sullen exhales. Peter brought a hand up to your face, his thumb gently grazing your cheekbone, wiping away a tear as his fingers tucked beneath your ear.

“Don’t be confused about me, okay? I’ll never tell you anything short of the entire truth.”

Peter’s sincere tone rang in your head and dragged a lump back into your throat. Tears pooled along your bottom lash line, ready to spill over with melancholy relief. You couldn’t resist any longer, you had to hold him. You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around his white linen uniform at his narrowest point, your head resting comfortably on his chest. His sinewy arms blanketed your frame, pulling you in so close that you could smell the detergent in his shirt. You took a shaky breath, attempting to capture this moment so that you could always return to it at your leisure.

“Thank you, Peter,” you praised. He stroked the back of your head, softly pulling strands of your hair down to your shoulders.

“I love you, Y/N. I will always protect you.”

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