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ilikefandoms · 2 years

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Safe - Peter Ballard

Summary - You are afraid of being captured back to the lab, and you can’t seem to relax. Peter helps you

Pronouns used - They/Them

A/N - God, this is my first time writing in over a year. Hope this didn’t suck

Warnings - Mentions of shock torture, OOC Peter ig? This is mainly gender neutral, but Peter does pick the reader up

Word Count - 1,474

You were on edge. You constantly felt like you were being watched: every phone that rang making you jump out of your skin, every security camera you came across felt like it was watching your every move, daring you to look directly at it so it could track, and hunt you down. And, considering you worked at the local supermarket, that wasn’t good thing.

Your boss had noticed how uneasy you were, and after an incident of you shattering a bottle of wine, after a customer had tapped you on the shoulder, she promptly asked you to go home and get some rest.

So arriving home, you kicked your shoes off, switched on the TV and collapsed on the couch. You tried to wind-down and relax, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t been able to relax, or even sleep, in what felt like days, and if you weren't careful, Peter would start to notice. You couldn’t worry him with this, he didn’t deserve more stress.

You jolted at the sudden sound of the front door opening. It was only Peter. “You’re home early darling,” Peter said, spotting you on the couch.

“Yeah, work sent me home early,” you said.

“How come,” Peter sat next to you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

“Couldn’t concentrate, the told me to go home,” you shrugged.

“Oh,” Peter responded, “I’m going to make pasta tonight, your favourite,” He smiled.

“You don’t have to,”

“Well, I bought the stuff for it at the little store next to work before I came home,” he remarked.

“Any reason?” you queried.

“Just want to treat my favourite person,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, “Just stay here, and I’ll call you through when it’s done,”

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” Peter stood up, “I have magic literally at my fingertips baby, you just relax,”

You stayed sat on the couch hearing the muffled clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. You couldn’t relax. You thoughts were racing through your head.

What if Brenner found you?

What would he do to Peter?

What would he do to you?

Memories of the lab plagued your mind.

...You awoke with a groan, your limbs still shaking. Your electrical burns bandaged, but still throbbing in pain. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision. You were in the infirmary, the white curtains that surrounded your bed giving it away.

“You should’ve stayed away from Peter when I told you to!” Dr Brenner's angry voice pierced your ears, as yet another shock was delivered to your abdomen by an Orderly.

“Please, make it stop, I’ll do anything!” you begged, tears streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating. You didn’t know how much more you could take of this. It felt as if your brain was bleeding out of your ears. Surely you wouldn’t make it...

You heard hushed voices from behind the curtains, “Please, just two minutes, I need to see them,”

“Fine. Two minutes, not a second more. I’m not putting myself on the line for you Peter,”

Peter. Peter was here.

You watched as the curtains were pulled back, and promptly closed again, revealing Peter, “Hi darling,” he was whispered.

“Hi,” you croaked out, as your boyfriend kneeled down next to your bed, and gently held your hand in his.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the back of your hand.

“It’s not your fault,” you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Just promise me one thing,”

“Anything my love,”

“Get us out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can bare this,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears.

“I promise,”

“Darling, dinner’s ready!” Peter’s voice snapped you back from your trance.

You took a deep breath, as you dragged yourself off from the couch, and into the dining room. Peter was placing your plate at your place on the table, “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pulling your chair out.

“Just water please,”

Peter returned less than a minute later, and set the water down on the table, “Looks amazing” you smiled at Peter as you spoke, “Thank you,”

“Not a problem. You know I quite enjoy making it,” Peter told you. He hadn’t been able to cook before in his life, and when you escaped, he had bought cookbooks-a-plenty. He had enjoyed creating and tasting all these new foods with you, lots of which he had never had heard of before.

You said little as you ate, preferring to simply listen to Peter talk about his day at work. You let out a small laugh as he told the story about how his co-worker had spectacularly tripped over his own two feet. Peter always had the ability to make you laugh when you were feeling down.

You and Peter finished eating, and you both stood up, bringing your empty plates into the kitchen. You went to turn on the hot tap, and wash up, when Peter grasped your arm, “I’ll do it later darling,” and as you opened your mouth to protest, he said “Ah, ah, I won’t hear it. Come on,”

Your boyfriend held your hand, leading you back into the living room, and onto the couch. He faced you, and clasped your hands in his, “What’s going on with you Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Peter stated, “I’ve noticed how little sleep you’ve been getting, how jumpy you are, and how on edge you’ve been,”

You swallowed. You didn’t know you’d been that obvious.

“Look at me,” Peter said softly, “You can talk to me. You always can. I just want to help you,”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. How could you tell him what was going on in your mind? Wouldn’t that just make him just as paranoid? Would he be angry that you were thinking about the lab, and not this new life you had made for yourselves?

You felt a couple tears drop from your eyes, and hastily removed your hand from Peter’s to wipe them. It couldn’t hurt to try and tell him. It’s just Peter. Your Peter.

“I just..” you took a deep breath, composing yourself, “I keep thinking about the lab, and what they did to me - what they did to us, and I just keep wondering...” you trailed off, letting more tears fall.

“Wondering what, sweetheart?” Peter asked, wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs.

“What is they find us?” you blurted out, breathing heavily, “What if they take us back? What if they hurt us again?” your voice cracked as you spoke, “And, what if.. they take you away from me?” It was somehow worse to say out loud.

“Oh darling,” Peter pulled you into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his shoulder, “They’re not going to find us. But, if in a ten-million to one chance that they do, they’re not going to take us. I’m going to protect you. I would never let them take me away from you,”

“Promise?” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I promise,” he affirmed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You looked up at him, still sniffing, but no tears escaped from your eyes, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” he presses his lips to yours, “Lets go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded, and before you could get up, Peter was tightening his grip around you, and stood up, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Peter gently placed you onto your queen-sized bed, pulled out some comfy pyjama trousers, and one of his oversized t-shirts for you to wear from the chest of draws in the corner of the room, then proceeded to get changed himself. He had put on a plain pair of pyjama trousers.

Once your were both changed, he guided you in silence to your en suit bathroom, to brush your teeth. He then guided you back to your side of the bed, and opened the covers for you to get in.

Switching his bedside lamp off, and getting into his own side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around you yet again, “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now darling?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure,”

“Do you want me to help?” he asked.

“Please,” you nodded.

Peter slowly trailed his hand up, and down your back. You started to feel more relaxed, feeling like you could almost sink into the mattress. His hand traced up your back once more, this time, lightly pressing onto your temple with his fingers.

And, just like that, all your worries were gone. All those bad memories were nowhere to be seen. You felt at peace, your brain full with happy memories of you and Peter. You slowly drifted away into a slumber.

“Sleep well my love,” Peter whispered, wiping his bloody nose with a tissue, and placing it in the bin next to the bed, “I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Henry Creel (1/9)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

It was a summer night like any other. Return from my evening shift at the video store. Chat with my mom. Get ready for bed. Lay down in my fluffy pink nightgown. Count to one-hundred and wait until sleep would claim me.

And then, he would be there. He always was. Well, perhaps not always, but for the past few months, that’s where my dreams took me. To the same fleshy, vine-covered area that was once a victorian-styled home underneath, an exact replica of the house my mom bought a year ago. It was dainty and barred off completely, each window and door shut. But that wasn’t what was important. It was that he, a young man my age named Henry, was there. He truly never fit in with his surroundings. Instead of wearing dark, dank clothing, he glowed angelically in a white, fitted uniform, and his blonde hair always styled perfectly.

And, as I drifted off to dream land again, he was there. I had to walk from up the staircase down into the dining room, where the man was fussing around with some vines that vaguely resembled flowers, shoving them into a dusty vase. He set it on the table, but almost knowingly, his composure was regained and he looked up to meet my gaze.

“Hello, dear. I was hoping to make things look a bit nicer, but it’s difficult to do so in ten seconds,” he quipped gently.

I fluttered my eyes up at him and clasped my hands together shyly. He took a step closer. “You know I never mind, Henry. I only want to see you.”

Henry chuckled, his face lighting up. A small smile stretched across his handsome visage and we maintained steady eye contact. He had such brilliant blue eyes that made me melt under his gaze, and although it truly felt like his warmth radiated upon mine, I couldn’t help but grow sad.

Sure, the luck was uncanny that consistently I’d dream of him almost every day, and nothing in the environment would change, but perhaps I was mentally ill. I couldn’t help cast away my gaze sadly, only to be brought back to him as his soft fingers curled across my jaw and tilted my head. The other hand encircled my waist, bringing me even closer.

He was so warm. So real. And yet, it truly was impossible for all of this to be real. He was simply too good to be true.

“What ails you, dear? You have no need to be sad,” Henry mused lovingly, his thumb rubbing against my cheek. I leaned into it, enjoying the feeling. “We have all the time in the world, after all.”

That made a frown twitch into place and tears threatened to fall. “I’m pathetic, Henry. I know you aren’t real. And yet I am in love with you. I sleep as much as possible in hopes you will be there, and yet, every time, I wake up in my own bed with nothing but your memory. You aren’t real and I wish so badly that you were.”

Henry’s face fell and an unknown emotion seemed to swirl in his eyes. His brows furrowed, and it was almost like he was angry as he looked right through me. He tensed ever so slightly, and it was enough to make me wrap my arms around his waist, enjoying the feeling of his tight uniform against my finger tips.

“I am real, my dear,” he finally mustered, all anger dissipating as he sighed. “I am as real as your bed or your home or the world around us. We are just separated.”

“B - but, even if that were true, it would be impossible,” I croaked shakily, not yet releasing my tears. “There is no such thing as telepathy. You are but a figment of my imagination, and yet, I care for you so deeply.”

“And I for you, Y/n.”

I was taken aback. He always spoke to me with flowery pet names. He only ever used my name when he was serious. I knew that because he called me Y/n when he first told me he was madly in love with me. I recited it in my head daily whenever I was in need of comfort, because even if Henry wasn’t real, it sure felt like it was.

“Truly. I love you with every fibre of my being. I wish to be with you in person. But…” He paused, furrowing his brows again. Something was on the tip of his tongue. “I can’t.”

“Why, Henry?” I pleaded, creating some distance only to grope at the front of his uniform bunching it in my fists tightly. I craned my neck higher as his hands drifted across my lower back, sending shivers down my spine. “Why can’t we be together?”

“Are we not right now?”

“You know what I mean.”

He bit his lip before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead. It lingered, the passion of it all seeping into me. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hum in joy, enjoying the man’s presence so very much. More so than I’d ever with anyone else. Not my exes, not my family members, not my friends. Only him.

“If I told you, if I showed you, it would put your life at risk. I couldn’t have that, dear. They are monitoring me at all times.”

“Please, at least tell me who ‘they’ are. If you are in peril, I will save you, Henry. I would rather be with you than not at all. The idea of you being in pain is agonizing to imagine.”

Henry let out a low chuckle, taking a step back. I followed, but he instead led me over to a sofa. We sat down, the vines dispersing as though he were the god of this realm. I leaned as close to him as possible as he took my two hands in his, holding tightly.

His face fell, despite his best attempts. His Adam’s apple bobbed with disscontempt and his eyes fluttered shut as he mustered his words. “I know you think that, dear, but truly. I couldn’t put you in harm’s way. You are my everything. And if they laid a hand on your head, I…”

“Are you sure there is nothing you could tell me?”

He pursed his lips. I could tell that, with every neuron in his brain, he was trying to find a loophole. And then, he released one of his hands, gliding it over his sleeve. He raised it to his super arm, and that’s when I saw it. Imprinted, burned into his skin, was the number zero-zero-one. My eyes widened and I immediately went to touch it.

He allowed me to do so, sighing in contempt as my fingers glided across it with care. It looked so ancient. And after, he cut me short, instead raising my hand to neck. I felt around, and when I noticed him flinching I tried to withdraw. But he didn’t allow me to.

Instead, I moved some of his gorgeous blonde hair out of the way. I noticed then that there was but a bump inside his neck. It was so minuscule I’d never noticed until now. I gasped quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. I was still so conflicted as to whether he was even real, especially since I didn’t understand what any of this meant.

“I am real. I am just trapped, dear. But I will escape. I promise you. I just need you to wait for me. Always.”

“Yes, Henry,” I gasped, pressing my forehead against his. “But… is there truly no way for you to prove you’re real? Just one sign. It’s just… you’re too perfect to be true.”

Henry’s eyes flitted over my expression, a soft passion present in his azure eyes. It was as though he melted just as much I did. It was pathetic to think that I was so madly in love with my own imagination, but if Henry was real… nothing would make me happier.

So many times during the summer while I was at work, and even right before I graduated, when we first began our mental acquaintanceship, I fantasized about how meeting him in person would be. What anything from a date to a wedding would be like. Henry was always so loving and kind. He was the most incredible person I’d ever met, even though he had a way of dodging questions.

Even ones as simple as ‘what did you do today’ made him clam up. I understood that somehow he was in a dangerous situation. And yet, I wanted so badly for him to tell me. To show me. I trusted every word that came out of his mouth, because either he was something of my own creation, or he somehow had superpowers and truly was mine.

Henry gulped before resolutely shaking his head. “I can’t. It would pain me to do anything to you. Besides, they already suspect something, dear. If I used my abilities, it would… alert the monitor in my neck. It’s risky enough as it is to exert myself like this to see you, but you… are worth it.”

I couldn’t help but softly press my lips to his, a few tears sliding down my cheek. I wanted him to be real, with every fibre of my being. And yet, I may never find out. I could spend a lifetime of longing not knowing the answer. And yet, Henry suddenly pulled away from the kiss, alarmed.

“We must depart,” he announced shakily.

“W - wait, why? It’s only been —“ my eyes flitted to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. “— an hour! Is everything alright, Henry —“

Just like that, it was like my eyes shot open. A gasp tore at my throat and I had broken out into a cold sweat. Some tears had even escaped my eyes, but it was as though I’d awoken from a trance. I flinched when I realized the overhead lights were burning into my retinas, and shaking my body vigorously was my mother.

“Honey, what’s wrong? A - are —“

“Mom,” I panted, still recovering from the shock of waking so suddenly. How sudden it was only seemed to reinforce that Henry wasn’t real. And even that was enough to make a sob release from my throat.

Mom held me close, pulling me into her arms. She shushed me while also stuttering unintelligibly. I frightened her, but I wasn’t sure why. I grasped onto her tightly. And all of the sadness crashed down on me. Henry couldn’t tell me anything about himself because my head hadn’t conjured up a backstory. He couldn’t show any physical manifestations because he was a creation within myself.

“Mom, Henry, h - he isn’t real,” I sobbed into her shoulder.

“Y/n, dear, who isn’t real? What’s going on? Why weren’t you breathing or responding? Oh, my sweet baby, an ambulance is on the way! I thought - I thought you were dead!”

My heart stopped and my my eyes shut. “W - what do you mean, mom? I was just… dreaming —“

I heard some wailing of sirens in the distance, and my mother, not releasing me entirely pulled me from my bed. I had nothing but the chance to pull on my slippers, because she was pulling me toward the bedroom door. I was so confused. What was she talking about? I was just dreaming…

~~~

“Miss Ln,” The psychiatrist mused gently,” You say that you’ve been dreaming. Can you tell us more about that, please?”

My mouth went dry. I was tired because the entire night and early morning, I had been thrust into exam after exam with my mother glued to my side. And, finally, after a confusing night, the hospital recommended a psychiatrist to me. Because, no matter how much I insisted I was just dreaming, they truly believed I had some sort of mental illness.

And maybe I did.

But at least I was in the comfort of my own home again after so many hours.

My mother was holding my hand to her chest and I was so tired I couldn’t raise my head. I could barely manage to talk above a whisper as I tried collecting my thoughts. “W - well, for months, I’ve been dreaming of him. A - and it’s so real. And always the same. I’m at home, but it isn’t really home because there’s all sorts of vines and slime and… Well, he’s always there. His name is Henry. And he is so kind an sweet and h - he told me he loved me - It’s been this way for months, I guess, and…”

I was so numb and I wanted to cry, but nothing came. I wasn’t sure how to continue. All of my conversations with Henry were so personal that I didn’t dare go into details. However the moment the woman finished scribbling on her notepad and her eyes returned to me, soft and understanding, she sent me a smile.

“May I ask if there’s any indication that this relates to when your father left? Your mother told me you had a hard time when it happened.”

I sent my mother a quick glare, feeling my cheeks light up in an embarrassed blush. I abashed my gaze once more, and I could feel my mother watching me in pure concern. I gulped, trying to wrack my brain for an honest answer.

I shook my head eventually. “…No. I - I can’t think of anything. Henry isn’t connected to any of it.”

“Have you told Henry about what happened with your father?”

I fell silent. I nodded, not wanting to answer. However, my heart fluttered as I recalled the memory like the back of my hand. He was so loving and understanding. More so than anyone else ever had been.

“…Sometimes it still hurts, Henry.”

He held me close, cupping my cheeks tightly as we laid on the bed. It wasn’t the exact one I had in my room, as mine was smaller and less childish. The decor was different, alike to what a young child would have. We were cuddling on the bed, living vicariously through one another. He looked so pained, just from the explanation. I had never truly opened up about it to anyone, not even my own mother.

He pressed a kiss to my nose, and when he pulled away, continued across my cheek. I released a content sigh, leaning into the affection. When his lips finally departed, I was left in a flurry of peace and softness. It was as though each kiss had taken with him a piece of my hurt.

“I’m so sorry, dear. He is such a vile man for leaving you and your mother. I hope for only the most terrible of fates to follow him. But I am here now. And I will never allow anyone to hurt you again. I love you so much, Y/n. And don’t you love me?”

“Of course, Henry. You’re my everything. I wish that you were real.”

“I am —“

“…Miss L/n?”

I was brought back to reality, wide-eyed and vision blurry from the onset of tears. I gasped, shaking my head. I went to wipe my own eyes, but my mother was crying out of concern and did it herself, rubbing harshly. She was clearly tense and worried, and I felt awful about it.

Maybe I was just mentally ill.

“I - I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I was… lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking, if I may ask? As I said before, your mother and I are here for you and we just want to help. What you seem to be struggling with could be very serious and we need to know everything.”

I nodded, gently pulling form my mother’s grasp. “I - I know. I just… He’s so real.”

“You weren’t breathing, dear.”

I shrugged, trying so badly not to allow my heart to sting. Henry always calls - or perhaps, called - me that. But I realized that maybe I conjured up the pet name because of my mother. And yet, he had such a particular, smooth-as-butter voice that I’d never heard before. Everything about Henry was angelic.

“How was your high school experience? Were you bullied or engaged in any meaningful romantic relationships?” the woman continued.

“No and no,” I admitted, rather embarrassed. “I’ve never dated before.”

“Is it possible that you’ve thought Henry up to cope for a lack of romance in your life?”

That made my heart fall, because it was true. I was always too shy. And aside form that, I’d never seen someone who truly caught my eye. So many of my friends told me to be more outgoing, but here I was years later, without a single notch on my belt.

“Often, dreams reflect your unconscious wants and desires and also helps with coping.” She checked her watch. “I hate to cut it short, but I need to attend another patient. In the meantime if you’re willing to pay upfront - we can discuss medical insurance and loans in private, Miss L/n -, I can supply some psychotics and sleeping medications that are general dosages. At the moment, just from what I’m hearing, it may be some mixture of sleep paralysis and schizophrenia.”

I gulped. I was so numb that the words meant nothing. If the medication worked and Henry disappeared, it meant that all my dreams would be crushed. Because, as wild as it was to think up, I wanted Henry to be real. I was abandoned on the couch, still completely stunned, as mother took care of the details.

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“You took the medication, right, dear?” my mother hummed kindly, ducking into my bedroom.

I had just finished slipping on my nightgown and had once again found myself in a daze as I stared at the bed. I had indeed had the medication and it knocked me out completely each time. And, despite my wishes, Henry did stop coming. I even flushed some doses down the toilet in hopes that maybe the medication was to blame.

But Henry wasn’t real. He was a figment of my imagination. And it was the logical explanation, but it still hurt.

“Yeah, mom. Good night,” I answered quietly, my words slurring from the residual effect of the meds.

“Good night. I love you.”

I sent her a smile, and as she shut the door, I went over to flick off the light, and may room was cascaded in darkness. I sighed and went to my bed. As I stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, I felt so empty. Life wasn’t the same with Henry’s absence. From the beginning of his creation, he’d taken over my entire life. Every minute not sleeping, I was daydreaming of him. And I tried to sleep more and more, even if he didn’t always show.

He always showed up at night. During afternoon naps, he was always absent.

So, as sleep took me, I felt saddened, as I had been for the last couple days. Hell, perhaps it has even been a week. But I had already lost track of time.

Sleep took me. And yet, despite the sleeping pills, my mind drifted.

Usually, my brain went dead. And yet, even with the medicinal effects, my brain was consciously fighting it. Perhaps my body was attempting to cope by conjuring up Henry again, but regardless of my resistance, the internal darkness of my head was consumed by the vintage vine interior of my own home.

I was in my the bed. I was so very anxious as I sat up, once again laying on the childish comforter instead of my own twin-sized mattress. The vines were writhing more than usual. They often lay dead, and yet it was like the house itself was alive and terribly nervous. Angry.

I heard thumping echo in the household. There were black widow spiders crawling all over the place, and as terribly as I longed to search for Henry, I was too frightened to do so. Instead, I pulled my legs up onto the bed and hugged my knees, trying to minimize myself as much as possible.

Suddenly, some of the spiders fell from the ceiling onto my head. A scream broke through as I swatted at them, but all of a sudden, they dissolved in my hands. They made way, and the bedroom door crashed open. A gasp tore through as I saw him. And yet, he didn’t look nearly like he used to.

His face was blue and black, several bruises crawling across his falsehood. He seemed frailer than usual, and his entire body was trembling. Just like the house itself, he was angry. Desperate. Scared. So many emotions rushed through his eyes, and I was still startled.

Henry wasn’t real. And yet, despite the spiders crawling across the ground, I called out for him and rose my feet. I pawed at him desperately, and Henry, as though he were on a war path, went to me. His fists were clenched and his glare was aimed at nothing in particular, except it seemed to stray from me.

“Henry, what happened to you?”

His gaze finally met me. It bore into my eyes, and he furrowed his brows. A handsome frown was etched into his features, but he looked so very troubled. The moment my hands pulled on his semi-torn uniform, pulling him close, he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. They forced me to tell them about you. You need to run —“

“Who?”

“My captors. The ones who are exploiting me for my abilities,” he hissed hatefully. His hands clasped onto my waist, nails almost digging tensely through the nightgown. “You’re too close. It is very draining to wake you up, but I must. They’ll be there soon.”

“W - wait, are they going to kill me?” I cried out, tugging on his uniform and stepping on the tips of toes to draw my face closer to his.

“They may,” Henry stated through gritted teeth. “I do not have the strength to contact you once you leave your home, but I’ll escape. I promise. And I’ll find you. But you must run —“

I was so overwhelmed with emotion as I pulled Henry to me. A mixture of tears and sweat and slime combined with our sloppy and passionate kiss. So many emotions were driven into it, so much love and care. Henry had always been so gentle and calm. I’d never seen him in so upset.

I wanted to continue the kiss, but he suddenly pushed at my shoulders, separating. I opened my mouth to get a word in, but as he shut his eyes in mourning, he cut me off.

“I love you, Y/n. Run.”

Just like before, I woke up in a cold sweat. My head was so very muddled. Somehow, I was full of energy, as though I’d never taken any medication in the first place. I tore the blankets off of my body and threw my legs off the side of the bed. I was so confused, but I believed him. I would rather be safe than sorry, regardless of how farfetched the idea of superpowers and telepathy was.

I flicked on the light. A part of me was telling me to stop. But it was just in my guts. I believed in Henry. I couldn’t live in a reality where he didn’t exist. I was on sleeping pills. And yet, he reached me anyways. And it was barely a few minutes after going to bed.

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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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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 years

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okay so imagine reader is a nurse/orderly thing like peter and they aren't allowed to have sweets or something so one day peter gives the reader a chocolate croissant or something and its all just cute

no stop bc that would be so cute

“Guess what I got.”

You could barely keep in your squeal of excitement as Peter pulled a chocolate croissant out of a paper bag.

“How did you even get this?” you asked in awe.

Peter chuckled and held it out to you. “I have my sources.”

You grinned widely at him as you accepted the pastry, and took a bite. You groaned happily and closed your eyes as the sweet taste of chocolate filled your mouth and taste buds. You sighed and handed it back to Peter, chewing happily.

“Thank you,” you said gratefully.

Peter took a bite as well, and you smiled.

“It’s so sweet, isn’t it?” you said.

Peter smiled softly at you.

“Not as sweet as you.”

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lovewithasideoffries · 2 years

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peter getting taken care of after torture

peter ballard x nurse!reader

fluff

“Peter,” you gasp when he gets dragged into the nursery, body still twitching and fresh burns littering his weak body.

“I’ve got this, you focus on 002,” your coworker tells you, but her words go in one ear and out the other.

“No.” You hurry toward Peter and hoist him up onto one of the hospital beds and wheel him over to behind the curtain to give the two of you some privacy.

“Hi,” he whispers raspily, when you place a hand on his cheek.

“Peter,” you whisper caringly, “you promised me you would be careful.”

“I was careful, can’t you tell?” he jokes weakly.

“I’m gonna need to take your clothes off, Peter, can I do that?”

“Go for it, wouldn’t be the first time.”

He winces as you slowly peel the pristine white clothes from his sweaty body.

“Sorry,” you mutter, focused on not bothering his burns any more than you have to. You carefully drape some cold, wet strips of cloth over his burns and he hisses in pain.

“Here ya go,” you hand him a few pain relievers and wipe the hair from his face and he downs the pills.

“Thank you, Y/n,” he holds your hand in his and softly runs his thumb across your knuckles.

“For what, doing my job?” you tease.

“For being there for me,” he says, “For believing in me.”

“So for doing my job. Y’know, as your girlfriend.”

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Relationship: Henry Creel | One | Vecna & Eleven | Jane Hopper

Summery:

"Henry," Eleven said, she sounded unsure, scared even. "What is that?"

"What?" Henry looked at her, he sounded confused that she'd asked that, offended even. "You genuinely don't know what that is?"

Henry and Eleven lived together after their Hawkins Lab days were behind them. Things were okay so far, until Eleven found a spider in her room.

I had a conversation with a friend of mine about what would happen if Eleven didn't like/ was scared of spiders. And how Henry would react to that. Turned out I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head and had to write a fic about it.

#I write things #eleven hopper #henry creel #vecna #peter ballard #stranger things #henry creel fic #eleven hopper fic #peter ballard fic #henry creel fluff #peter ballard fluff #stranger things fic #vecna fic #peter ballard imagine #henry creel imagine #fluff

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Could we get a Peter Ballard x fem!reader fanfic where they fall asleep cuddling in her bed and Peter accidentally forgets to go back to his own room so they get found out by Brenner? With Peter being all protective and ‘don’t touch her’ over the reader and like trying to take all the blame and hiding her behind him to try and keep her safe? Fluffy ending please. Sorry I know it’s pretty detailed lol

71. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

summary: after he spends the night in your room, your secret relationship with peter is discovered.

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, slight torture?

note: this is a little long i will add a read more tag to it tomorrow !!

You woke to the soft sounds of Peter’s delicate breathing. His messy, blonde hair was sprawled across your pillows and his head was tucked into the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped loosely around your waist and below the white blanket that was covering the two of you, your legs were intertwined, creating a mess of limbs.

You slowly turned your body to face him, dragging a single finger down the bridge of his nose and across his lips. His face was illuminated only by the small stream of light coming in through the blinds of your window. You studied the details of his face; the way his lips were a little chapped, the way his long eyelashes fell gently onto his cheeks, and the redness of his nose, which indicated the winter weather could be felt even from inside the lab. A small smile made its way onto his face, giving away his awakening. “You’re staring,” he whispered, his eyes still closed as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You’re so beautiful, Peter,” you whispered back, continuing to draw little shapes across his face with your index finger. His nose scrunched as you found a ticklish point near the base of his ear.

Quick, constant footsteps throughout the hallway outside you room alerted both of you to the time. It was well past the time Peter would usually sneak away back to his own room. A pit of anxiety began to grow in your stomach as Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he held a finger to his lips, signaling you to remain quiet. He calmly placed a soothing kiss to the crown of your head, untangling himself from you and standing up. He had fallen asleep in his work clothes, which were now wrinkled and he looked quite disheveled. Doing his best to make himself seem more presentable, he placed an ear against your door, listening intently for any sign of approaching footsteps. When he concluded that it was safe, he cracked the door open, peering out. Before exiting, he sent you a grin and a promise to see you later.

The rainbow room was your favorite in the entire building. The children were allowed to play and explore using their talents and you were allowed more time with Peter, who often patrolled the room with you. You noticed that he looked far more presentable than he did that morning, his hair was neatly fixed and he had changed his clothes, opting for an outfit with less wrinkles. To preserve the secrecy of your relationship, the two of you chose not to interact very much in front of the children, however, the lingering glances spoke enough for the both of you. From his place next to 011, Peter caught your stare, sending you a barely noticeable wave and a tight smile.

The sound of a door opening caught the attention of everyone in the room. Dr. Brenner entered the room, eyeing each of the children before his eyes finally landed on you. “Miss Y/L/N and Mr Ballard, I need to see both of you in my office,” the tone of his voice frightened you and you sent a worried glance towards Peter, who kept his eyes on Brenner. The two of you followed Dr. Brenner out of the rainbow room and down the scarily white hallways of the lab.

Brenner’s office was a place you had visited very rarely. The walls were white and decorated only by various awards he’d won over the years. Everything seemed to have a specific place and was organized neatly. Two guards stood menacingly on either side of the room and you gulped as you suspected what this was about. Brenner took a seat behind his desk, motioning for you and Peter to take the two chairs across from him. “I suspect the two of you know what this is about,” Brenner leaned forehead, intertwining his fingers on top of his desk. “Perhaps you should blame Mr. Ballard’s blatant ignorance and disregard for security cameras,” Brenner’s dark eyes fell on you as he spoke, his tone becoming more hostile as he continued. When neither you not Peter responded, Brenner motioned the guards forward. “Take them to the electric shock room,” he demanded, standing and casually stretching his limbs.

Peter’s chair created a loud screeching noise that captured the attention of the room as he abruptly stood up. He struggled against the guard’s grip, thrashing about as he tried to free himself. The other guard quickly grabbed you by the arms, dragging you slightly. “Don’t touch her!” Peter’s unusually gruff voice rang through the air as he tried to reach for you. “It was my fault! Please, she didn’t do anything!” He begged, tears filling his waterline as he attempted once more to free himself. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!” Brenner seemed to perk up at Peter’s words and emotions, holding up a hand to stop the guard from dragging you from the room. “If Mr. Ballard wants to take the blame for this, we’ll let him. Escort Miss Y/L/N to her room and take Mr. Ballard to the electric shock room.” Peter’s eyes never left yours as he was violently dragged from the room and down the hall.

You didn’t see Peter for the rest of the day, choosing to lock yourself into your room and hide in your bed instead. As night fell, your room became too dark to see, however, as your door knob rattled and turned, a bright light filled the room from the hall. You peaked up over your blanket, watching as Peter made his way slowly into your room, softly closing the door behind him. A groan escaped his lips as he sat down on your bed, pain evident on his face. “Peter?” You mumbled, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around his back, resting your head on his back. “Hi, darling,” he greeted, visibly relaxing at your touch. You gently pulled him down to lay beside you, your hand finding his hair. “Why’d you take the blame?” You inquired, running a hand through soft, blonde locks. He smiled wryly, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hands tugging through his hair.

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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You'll See Why (Peter Ballard x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female!Reader, implied Steve x Reader (Does not really factor into the story)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: mostly just fluff and angst that doesn't require a content warning. General content warnings consistent with Stranger Things

Summary: It couldn't be him. She refused to believe it. Eleven had to be wrong, had to have the wrong person. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of something like this; in the back of her mind, she knew he was. More, it was that she didn't want to face what it meant about herself.

Masterlist. Ko-Fi.

There was a familiar face staring blankly up at her from the page… she knew this face.

“Well, he looks evil,” Steve mused, looking at the drawing over her shoulder.

“He was 001… He was the first. They built the lab to contain him.” Eleven explained.

(Y/n) was holding up the sketch Eleven had drawn of the patient from Hawkins Lab, who Eleven knew as 001, that Nancy had discovered was Henry, that they all called Vecna.

(Y/n) knew that face.

“(Y/n)?” Dustin touched her shoulder. “(Y/n), are you okay?”

She heard her brother’s voice talking to her, and yet somehow she didn’t register it. He felt, he sounded, so far away.

It felt like an out of body experience, like her thoughts were no longer contained inside her brain, like they were swirling around her in a cloud, consuming her entire world. This was not Henry Creel, could not be Vecna. Eleven had to be wrong. She knew this face, and she knew it all too well.

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“Hi Peter, I see they let you out again. The usual?” (Y/n) smiled brightly.

Peter was her favorite regular at Benny’s, not that he was all that regular. He came in once every couple weeks or so. She assumed whenever the lab could spare him, though he always referred to it as a “reward” for good behavior. Benny’s menu was hardly “reward” worthy. It was decent. Benny was a good cook, but it was just regular diner food. She could think of four other diners in Hawkins that served the same fair, though Benny’s was certainly the closest to the ltab.

He wasn’t a particularly nice regular. He tipped very well, which she appreciated, but most regulars do or they wouldn’t be regulars anymore. Mostly, he was her favorite because he was an enigma. He worked for the Hawkins National Laboratory up the road, and he was very cagey about his work and himself.

“No coffee,” Peter amended without looking up from the papers in front of him.

(Y/n) scribbled haphazardly on the ticket and slid it across the window to put on deck for Benny. There were a couple tickets ahead of it, and that gave her extra time.

(Y/n) dragged the stool out from behind the register and plopped down directly in front of Peter, propping her elbows on the counter and looking at him expectantly.

Peter rolled his eyes but kept them trained on his work. This was (Y/n)’s usual routine any time Peter came into the diner, so he didn’t need to look up to know she was staring him down.

“Must you watch your customers so intently? I feel like a subject in the lab.”

“Only the interesting ones,” (Y/n) dismissed. “Now tell me; how’s the lab?”

Peter flipped over one of the pages mindlessly. He hadn’t processed all the words, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen if (Y/n) had anything to say about it. He kept up the appearance of reading though to hold her interrogations to a minimal. “It is in its usual state. I am nothing but a humble nurse for the children being experimented upon and tortured within its walls.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the kind of joke she would have made, but she let it slide. “Yes, of course, but how is your work?”

“Why would you care to know?” Peter dismissed the question.

“Because I’m bored, and like my brother always says life is a curiosity voyage.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Your brother sounds foolish.”

“Hey,” (Y/n) reached up and smacked Peter lightly on the side of the head, causing him to jolt. He stared at her in utter disbelief, as if no one had ever touched him before in his life, which she found very hard to believe. He was far too high and mighty, full of himself, not to have been bullied as a kid. “That’s my brother. Only I get to mess with him.”

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Nonresponsive and zoned out was not a good thing to be in Hawkins, Indiana in 1986.

“She’s infected with Vecna!” Dustin began to panic, “Quick someone get my headphones from the desk,” Dustin pointed to the desk behind Max, who practically threw the headphones in her rush to get them to Steve as Dustin ran to the small shelf and began digging through Mike’s cassette tapes.

“No, no,” (Y/n) shook aside the memory as quickly as she could manage. “Dustin,” she called to her brother, “Really, I’m fine!”

“Like hell you are,” behind her, Steve forced the plastic strap of the headphones around her neck. “Seriously? How hard is it to find Pat Benatar!” Steve shouted.

“Again, I’m fine,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, wrenching the headphones off.

They couldn’t afford to waste a pair on her now. She could feel things coming to a head. Over the last 24 hours, virtually all of them had had to procure a pair of headphones and wrap them around their necks. Only Steve, Dustin, Eleven, and herself hadn’t heard the ticking of a clock at some point yet. A low drone of noise was filling the room as songs played from the necks of the other occupants.

“Really!” She insisted to the skeptical crowd of teens staring her down, “no ticking. I was just…” In addressing the room, her eyes found Eleven’s, “remembering something.”

Eleven’s eyes seemed to see right through her, and (Y/n) hesitated for a moment, wavering in whether revealing this information was a good idea or not. Everyone else in the room was staring at her, eyes darting now and again to Eleven.

It was too late to back out now. She took a breath and, watching Eleven’s face intently for her reaction, said the name.

“Peter Ballard.”

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“Hi again Peter, I’ll put the usual on for you.” (Y/n) greeted him with a wave as he came through the door.

This time, when Peter walked in, Benny’s was empty except for herself and Benny. He had his usual folder full of papers tucked under his arm, stamped with the fancy Hawkins Lab’s seal on the cover declaring it was privileged information.

“Thank you,” Peter took up his usual counter seat.

He had a way of being both extraordinarily polite and also incredibly rude at the same time. It was like he had spent his entire life being lectured on manners without actually having a single social interaction in which to use them.

“Benny!” (Y/n) called loudly over the order window, “Peter’s usual!”

Benny was somewhere in the back. With the diner being empty, Benny had ducked out to rearrange the stock while he left (Y/n) to mind the front. “Give me just a minute!” She heard her boss shout back.

“So!” (Y/n) whipped around, leaning back against the order window, “Gonna tell me how work was today?”

“Tiresome.” Peter clipped.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, “That’s about as descriptive as you’ve ever been. Was it coworkers or your human test subjects?” She said the last part teasingly.

Peter paused for a moment, still not looking up from his papers, but he seemed to consider her question longer than he usually would before dismissing her. “Boss.” Having answered, Peter immediately went back to flipping through pages, only adding under his breath, “Not that I would call him that, persay. He’s more like my worst nightmare.”

(Y/n) chuckled and approached, taking up her usual seat across from him. “Tell me about it. Last week, Benny didn’t let me off early on Friday even though it was my mom’s birthday, so my little brother recruited his friends to try to bake her birthday cake instead of waiting for me and almost lit my house on fire.”

The word fire seemed to catch Peter’s attention. He still didn’t give her the time of day or meet her eyes, still seemed to think that she was too beneath him for that, but his head did cock to one side. He was listening.

“What’s so nightmarish about your boss?”

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“What do you mean you ‘know’ Vecna?” Dustin demanded.

“He came into Benny’s from time to time,” (Y/n) felt like she was retreating into her skin. Eleven, Mike, Eddie, Max, the whole room. They were all watching her with dark eyes, watching her like they were watching the enemy.

Dustin was staring at her in utter shock. He didn’t notice the looks from his friends or the fear in her eyes. He was still trying to comprehend this massive piece of information.

Only Steve’s hand, resting with a firm grip on her shoulder, was keeping her grounded in the room, keeping her from bolting out the door like a frightened deer.

“And you talked to him? You knew him?” Max joined the questioning, her tone far closer to interrogation than Dustin’s disbelieving one.

(Y/n) shrugged defensively, “Lots of people from the labs came in. We were the closest restaurant. He said he was a nurse. I didn’t know he was the literal devil.”

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“Your boss sounds like a dick, no offense.”

“None taken.” Peter had talked to her. He had actually talked to her. Granted, they were complaining about their bosses, which was the oldest and most basic form of bonding in the book, but still. It was something. “He is.”

“Well,” (Y/n) hopped down from the seat she had taken on the counter while he recounted his tale of woe. “I’m gonna start cleaning up if it’s all the same to you.”

Peter waved his hand down the length of the counter and immediately reverted his eyes back to his papers that were off to the side of the plate he was presently eating off of.

(Y/n) smirked to herself as she pulled out her rag. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to keep poking at him till she got the answers she wanted.

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It was Nancy who turned the whole scene into a proper interrogation. Though, perhaps given her profession, it was more of an interview. She waved the kids away from the seat in front of (Y/n) and took up a spot front and center in her vision.

“Tell us everything you know about him. Start from the beginning.”

(Y/n) took a breath and recited the facts as coldly and emotionlessly as she could manage. “His name was Peter Ballard. He came into the diner once every couple weeks. Everyone else from the lab came in groups, but he…” Her voice cracked for a moment, and she hoped everyone else in the room saw it as nothing more than the nerves it was, “He was always alone. He barely talked to me. The others said he was a nurse, and that he never talked to anyone in the lab either. He always brought files with him to read. It took months for him to even bother making eye contact with me.”

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“You never went to a proper high school?”

“No,” Peter droned. He still acted thoroughly unamused with her presence, but he had started more readily answering her questions.

(Y/n) huffed and leaned back on her stool, tilting away from him. “Well, that explains so much.”

Peter’s eyes shot up from his paper, and for the first time he met her gaze. Not exactly an angry expression, but at the least a doubtful one, colored his face as his eyebrows drew together. “How?”

“Well,” she let the legs of her stool fall back on the floor with a crash as she leaned forward towards Peter, “Sure, you didn’t have to deal with assholes on the basketball team shoving you into lockers, or girls on the cheer squad making fun of your clothes. But you also never found a group of friends with the same niche interest as you, or a guy to bond with over your mutual hatred of some bully, or a cute girl who thought you were the cutest thing since God invented puppies.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed.

“No, I’m serious,” (Y/n) immediately dismissed his expression. “Sure, there are giant swathes of humanity that are the absolute worst, but there are some humans who are really great when you give them the chance. And you,” she poked a finger into his chest, “never did. You were aware that some people sucked, but you didn’t hang around long enough to find the ones that didn’t before you decided to write all of us off as intolerable.”

Peter pursed his lips and turned back to his files. He wasn’t going to continue this line of conversation.

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“That’s really all I know, Nancy. I swear.” (Y/n) huffed.

“There has to be something though!” Nancy jumped up from her seat and began to pace, “It can’t be a coincidence that you knew him. Can it?”

“I didn’t know him,” She emphasized. “We didn’t exactly bare our souls to each other and get matching tattoos. We were friendly. He came in every couple weeks, ordered the same thing. Towards the end he started making small talk, but that was it. Small talk. He didn’t exactly spell out for me that he had dreams of becoming a mass murderer.”

“Yeah, but what are the odds that you would get wrapped up in all of this?” Jonathan pointed out. “It sounds like you’re the only person he talked to outside of the lab.”

“Pretty freakin’ high, Jonathan,” (Y/n) huffed. “If you haven’t noticed, Hawkins isn’t a metropolis. It’s a pretty small town, and weird shit keeps happening. We’re all wrapped up in it at this point.”

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(Y/n) froze, staring at Peter as he approached his usual seat at the counter. She’d clocked him instantly when he walked in, and instantly had known something was very off.

He looked more or less the same, all white outfit, holier than thou expression. His hair was in its usual blonde waves, and he seemed more or less as agitated with his own existence as he usually did.

“H-Hey Peter, Usual?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes, please,” Peter replied.

And in that moment she realized it. That moment when he sat there, still looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to put his order in. That moment when he didn’t look down.

No files.

(Y/n) rushed the order in to Benny and whirled back around to join Peter. There were a handful of other people in the diner, but they were all regulars who’d already gotten their food and knew their way around. She was completely unbothered with doing her rounds to their tables.

“Why no files?”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you the one who’s always bugging me to talk to you?”

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“He’s not here,” Dustin dropped the flashlight back to his side with a huff.

They had gone to the Creel house again, hoping to find where in the Upside Down Vecna was. Now that they had Eleven, with her powers back no less, they wanted to lure him to a place they could face off against him.

“(Y/n),” Lucas called over the bannister from the second floor. “Did Vecna ever mention anywhere else he liked to go? Or somewhere else in Hawkins he felt connected to?”

“No!” (Y/n) shouted back with a huff, “If he’s not here he must be at the lab!”

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“So?” (Y/n) smiled, “Thoughts?”

“It’s… cold.” Peter mused.

(Y/n) huffed and pulled back from where she was leaning on the counter. “That’s it? It’s cold? I thought you were going to actually help me? You know, useful feedback?”

Peter slowly pushed the mostly-full milkshake away from his plate. “I never agreed to help you. You only assumed I would when I came in.”

“Yeah! For a free milkshake!” (Y/n) threw her hands up, utterly exasperated with him, “You have to have more thoughts than ‘it’s cold’. I’m making Benny put milkshakes on the menu, and it’s my ass on the line if they aren’t good.”

“It’s sweet.” Peter added, picking up another fry and taking a bite.

“Ooooh! Thank you so much! That’s so much more helpful.” She bit back sarcastically.

Rolling her eyes, (Y/n) snatched the milkshake away, slurping through Peter’s abandoned straw. She made a face, “Oh, ok… that is sweet.”

Peter didn’t meet her eyes, but he waved his hand and made a face that very much said ‘told-you-so’.

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It didn’t look like anyone had been in the lab since Eleven closed the portal. The bodies had been cleaned up, no doubt by the military coverup team, but the broken glass in the screened in room surrounding the old portal was still strewn about the floor. Hopper’s gun Bob had left in the control room was still on the desk. There were even still spatters of blood every few feet along the walls and stains from dried up blood on the floors.

“So,” Robin murmured quietly to (Y/n), “This is what Round 2 looked like? Man I am so glad I just had the Russians.”

“It doesn’t look like he’s here either. Doesn’t even look like he’s been here at all. There’s no portal,” Will assessed, turning back to the room.

“Fuck!” Mike turned, kicking a wall. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He wasn’t at his old home. He wasn’t at the lab. He wasn’t at any of the places he’d opened portals that they knew about. (Y/n) was at a loss. There wasn’t anywhere else to look.

He must be hiding, hiding somewhere completely random with absolutely no connection to him. It was the logical thing to do if he didn’t want to be found, but it just didn’t make sense. Sure, Eleven said 001 was a creature completely void of any emotion, set to the singular purpose of restoring order to the world by ridding it of humanity.

But (Y/n) knew that wasn’t true. Hell, the Party should’ve known that wasn’t true. 001 had slaughtered an entire lab in an instant he was so blinded by rage, not even giving them the option to join them that he’d given Eleven. When he became Vecna and was sent to the Upside Down, the first place they knew he’d gone was home. Max had seen the disassembled pieces of the Creel house in Vecna’s inner hideout in the Upside Down. And Henry had talked to Nancy about her visit to his father, about how he’d vengefully plotted his demise.

Even the Peter (Y/n) knew was riddled with emotions, most of them negative, but still they were there. Even when he was putting on a neutral face, she always knew he detested humanity. He hated his job. He…

He’d teased her about her milkshakes, about how much she talked, about high school, about her brother. He’d…

(Y/n) bolted for the door. “Steve, get the keys! I know where he went!” She shouted.

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“So why don’t you ever sit with them?” (Y/n) asked, nodding with her chin over Peter’s shoulder to the lab coats at the table behind him.

They weren’t literally wearing lab coats, but in her mind everyone who worked in a lab was supposed to be wearing a coat. So that’s what she called them. In actuality, they were all dressed almost exactly the same as Peter.

“I mean, I know you hate them, but even you have to get lonely sometimes.”

Peter picked up another fry and put it in his mouth, avoiding her question.

“There must be someone tolerable enough to eat lunch with.”

“I eat with you.” Peter told her, “Do I need someone else?”

(Y/n) felt her cheeks turn a little bit pink, and she tried to swallow it down. “Well no, but you must have friends. Someone at the lab? Or someone from when you were a kid? I know you were homeschooled, but still. Everyone needs friends.”

Peter snorted, and (Y/n) wasn’t sure if it was at the idea of him needing someone or at the idea of having a friend. “Well, I regret to inform you that I just have you.”

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There was a portal, up against the wall of the diner, behind the counter right where she used to sit when she would talk to Peter.

“Dead on, (Y/n).” Steve patted her shoulder, joking, “He must’ve really liked the eggs.”

Grilled chicken with a side of fries and a coffee. Always the same food; didn’t matter what meal it was. (Y/n) didn’t bother to voice that though.

“It’s one of the basketball players,” Dustin pointed out.

A pair of broken, twisted out of shape, legs were sticking out from behind one of the couches the kids had dragged into Benny’s after it was deserted.

“It’s bigger…” Eleven murmured, taking a step forward towards the portal.

Mike caught her arm, pulling her back away from the portal.

(Y/n) didn’t join in, the banter or the analysis. She was staring at the portal.

It was right where she used to sit, literally right there. If Peter had been there, and she’d been in her usual spot talking to him, all she would’ve had to do was tip her stool back, like she always did, and she would’ve fallen straight into the Upside Down.

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“You’re gonna fall over if you keep doing that,” Peter pointed down to the legs of her stool.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and continued to totter back and forth on the back legs of the stool. “Then I’ll knock my head in and get off work early, and you won’t have to put up with me. Sounds like a win for both of us.”

The front legs of the stool slammed to the ground, and (Y/n) stared wide-eyed, mouth ajar, at Peter.

Peter’s eyes had a fire to them she had never seen. There was something there, something behind his usual disinterested, annoyed expression. Something dangerous.

He had a vice-like grip on her wrist, and (Y/n) was positive that she was going to have a ringed bruise around the bone there in the morning from how tightly he held her and how hard he’d jerked her back forward. Her arm was stretched out across the width of the counter, practically touching his chest he’d jerked her so far back.

The shock in her face seemed to douse the fire in his. “Sorry,” Peter cleared his throat, dropping her wrist.

“N-No, it’s okay.” (Y/n) dismissed haphazardly. “Didn’t realize I was worrying you.”

Under his breath, so quietly she wasn’t quite sure she heard him right, Peter whispered, “Of course you worry me.”

“What was that?” (Y/n) asked.

“Nothing, just don’t want you dead on the floor. The hassle of finding another friend is unappealing.”

“Well,” (Y/n) smiled, though not as brightly this time as she usually did, “you can’t get rid of me that easy.”

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Vecna.

A grey body, void of skin and hair and a face. Vine-like Tentacles protruding from his back, whipping back and forth in all directions as if they had a mind of their own, encircling the party, drawing them tighter and tighter into him.

She knew what Eleven told her, knew the story of how Vecna had come to be, but she just couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t see Peter under there, inside the monster.

She couldn’t see Peter batting away Eleven with a vine, without a care in the world for her scream as she went flying back into a deadened tree.

Not Peter, not her Peter.

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“I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) looked up, startled. She hadn’t heard anyone come in. She’d been too absorbed in the math homework splayed across Benny’s counter to notice anything other than the mental image she’d been constructing of going to watch all of her friends graduate knowing she was going to have to repeat senior year.

“Oh Peter, I didn’t hear you come in. Usual?”

Peter sat down in front of her, which was not in his usual seat. “No, I only… I came here to talk, to apologize, and say goodbye.”

“Wait you’re leaving?” (Y/n) dropped the pencil from her hand. “Are they moving you out of the lab? What’s going on?”

“There’s been a… development. And soon my services will no longer be required.” Peter caught the pencil (Y/n) hadn’t heard rolling across the counter and carefully balanced it back in place in front of her textbook.

“W-Well, where are you going?” She tried, and failed miserably, to hide the disappointment from her tone, “I’m sure they have phones there. I’d hate to leave you with no one to pester you every week.”

“I can’t tell you.” Peter smiled, actually smiled. (Y/n) didn’t know if it was unnerving or endearing. It was the first time she’d ever seen him smile. She got the occasional snear, once in a while a smirk if she was particularly amusing that day. But he never smiled, certainly not like this, sad, disheartened, like he was sorry he had to go. “That’s why I came. I know I scared you last time I was here. I… I showed too much of myself, and for that I’m sorry.”

“Peter, you don’t have to apologize.” (Y/n) reached out, hesitantly and took his hand. “Not for being yourself at least.”

“Oh but I do.” Peter dismissed. Turning his hand over, Peter took hers in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Maybe one day you’ll see why.”

And as easily as he slipped into her life, he was gone.

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“Eddie,” She whispered from their hiding place behind the rock, “whatever happens, can you promise me something?”

“What?” Eddie whispered back to her.

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before she peeled herself away from the rocker’s side. “Hold Steve back.” Turning to Jonathan on her other side, she patted his arm. “And don’t let him and Dustin do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

(Y/n) was usually an anxious, hesitant person. She was an extrovert to the extreme, but she was also very risk averse. She was the type of girl who walked with her eyes on her own feet, and her arms brought in across her chest at all times. She didn’t exude surety or confidence ever. The three words her friends would use to describe her were skittish, excitable, and self-conscious. With Dart, Dustin had taken the lead trapping the monster in the cellar. In the Byer’s home, she had cowered behind Steve, from the demodogs and from Billy. In Starcourt, her brother had practically dragged her down to the Russian base. She had been the one driving the distraction car, all too happy to put distance between herself, Dustin, and Steve and the Mindflayer.

She was not fearless like Nancy or powerful like Eleven or a natural leader like Steve. In the face of monsters and spies and alternate dimensions, she was scared, like any normal person would be.

But this, she’d convinced herself, wasn’t a monster from an alternate dimension. A monster, maybe, but one she knew.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Jonathan tried to grab at her arm, but she moved faster, ducking out of the way as she came running out from behind the rock.

Vecna was baring down on Eleven, standing in front of Lucas, Mike, and Dustin with her arms wide as she tried to push him back.

“(Y/n)!” The shout came from somewhere behind her, but she didn’t look back at Steve as she heard him running after her.

“PETER!” She came to a stop under him and shouted up into the air, at the body in the center of the mass of tentacles.

His head turned, slowly, towards her. “Peter, come down here!”

“(Y/n),” he said, seemingly to himself.

She should’ve been afraid, quaking in her boots afraid. But for once, she just couldn’t seem to manage it.

Somewhere in the distance she could hear Steve shouting, shouting at her, at Vecna, at Jonathan and Eddie for holding him back.

“Peter!” She called again.

The tentacles seemed to whip back and forth through the air, splaying themselves out flat on the ground and slowly encircling where she stood, as they lowered their master to the ground.

“NO!” Dustin tried to jump, but without instruction needed Lucas and Mike grabbed him and held him back.

“Peter, you don’t have to do this.”

“Peter is dead. Your friend,” he spat the word, “saw to that.”

“I know she put you here, but I don’t think Peter’s gone.” A tentacle slithered at the back of her heels, and (Y/n) took a step closer to Peter.

“You always had such idealistic notions.” He snarled, “This is what I am. Not Peter, this.” Two of the tentacles whipped out from the circle they had formed around (Y/n), and latched onto her wrists, wrenching her down to her knees.

(Y/n) shook her head, “I don’t believe that.”

The tentacles tightened around her wrist, and she bit back a whimper in disgust as they began wrapping themselves slowly up her arms.

“Society is a scourge (Y/n). The real curse is not me; it’s humanity.” Peter began walking towards her, the tentacles around her dragging her to meet him.

“Then why haven’t you cursed me? Killed me?” (Y/n) asked, “Everyone else has heard the clock ticking, Peter. But here I am.”

The tentacles were wrapping around her chest now, gluing her arms to her sides. Peter, Vecna, did not respond. He stood directly above her now, her bound defenseless at his feet.

“If Peter was dead then you wouldn’t be listening to me right now.”

One of the tentacles wrapped itself around her throat, but she didn’t feel it constricting her at all. It was like it didn’t know what to do.

“Let them go, Peter. They’re just kids. Scared, little kids like Henry used to be.”

Steve was still shouting and struggling with Jonathan and Eddie, and in her peripheral, it seemed Eleven had joined the boys in holding back Dustin.

“I’ll stay.” She whispered loud enough for only Peter to hear. “We’re friends right? I’ll stay here, with you. But you have to let them go. Leave them alone, leave Hawkins alone.”

Peter blinked. “You wouldn’t leave your brother.”

He sounded like Peter, the dark, raspy voice of Vecna was gone. He sounded young again; he sounded whole.

“I’ll leave him to protect him. Peter, you live in this place free of people and the society you hated, and it’s still not enough. You never wanted to be alone.” The grip the tentacles had on her was loosening, and (Y/n) tried to stand. The tentacles melted away as Peter saw what she wanted to do. “I’ll stay here, with you. You won’t be alone… But you have to let them go.”

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“NO!” Dustin shoved forward and began pounding on the wall where to portal used to be. “No!”

His fingers tried digging into the wallpaper, into the wall. It had to be there; it couldn’t be gone. He could get back to her. They could save her.

The rest of the party watched in utter silence as Dustin scratched and clawed at the wall, trying to open the portal back to his sister.

No one tried to stop him, or intervene. They were all too stunned to speak, too stunned to move.

The only noise in the room was Dustin, screaming in despair at the wall, and Steve, quietly sobbing in the corner.

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Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Afab Fem! Reader - 001 x Afab Fem! Reader

Requested: request for smut prompts 8 28 29 33 with Peter Ballard or Jamie, whichever you think is more fitting! i love ur writing <3 hope ur doing well

Summary: An exhausted, overworked reader is forced to stay on shift over night. Can Peter convince her to take a break?

Warnings: Smut, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Oral (Fem Recieving), Impact Play (Pussy Spanking), Extreme Overstimulation, Dumbification, Praise Kink (LMK if I missed anything.)

A/N: I feel like a whore... that’s all

Prompts:

8. “Suck on my fingers baby.”

28. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

29. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

33. “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️

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You aren’t supposed to be here.

You’re supposed to be at home on your couch, eating a microwaved TV dinner and watching sitcom reruns on your old, barely working television, much like you normally do after your shifts are over. But no. You’re stuck at your shitty job overnight.

Because your boss physically will not let you leave.

If you didn’t work for a top secret government facility, you would definitely be concerned about the legalities of this situation. However, because you do, you have to deal with these types of things no questions asked. Hawkins National Laboratory is not a place anyone should cross, or they might end up six feet underground with nobody looking for them.

There had been a fight earlier in the day involving two of the children, which meant quite a bit of paper work needed to be done. Normally it would be split up between the two nurses who were on duty at the time, because otherwise it would take way too long to complete.

But unfortunately for you, your secondary nurse came up with some stupid excuse to leave early, complaining of an upset stomach and nausea. Funnily enough, at lunch she’d been talking about going out with friends tonight and “getting wasted.”

You could see right through her lies, but much to your dismay, Dr. Martin Brenner could not. For someone who claims to be so intelligent, he can be real thick in the head sometimes.

He had sent the other nurse home with a wave of his hand, before turning to you with an annoyed, “You are not to leave this building until that paperwork is complete. Am I understood?”

You opened your mouth to tell him that was unattainable for you, but your office door was shut in your face before you could even make a sound.

That was five hours ago, and everyone else had since gone home, give or take a couple night guards and the overnight orderly. After hours, the level of staff significantly dwindles down to just those who are here for security purposes.

So here you are, typing away on your computer, mindlessly entering file after file into the system. Your eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long, your fingers ache from the never ending typing and writing you’ve been doing, and your brain is absolutely fried.

You had hoped you could get it all done in time to leave and get at least a few hours of sleep, but that was proving to be impossible. You just want take a break from all this thinking and go home. Home to your warm, comfy bed.

You can’t help but close your eyes, longing to be wrapped up in your cozy sheets with nothing else in the world to worry about. Your head resting on the cold side of your pillow as the fireplace crackles next to you. You don’t even realize your fingers have remained pressed down on the keyboard until a hand gently clasps your shoulder.

“I may not be an expert darling, but I don’t think this is quite the information they’re looking for.”

Your eyes shoot open and you jump slightly at the sound of the voice. You glance over your shoulder to see your friend Peter in all his glory, staring down at you in nothing but amusement. You can’t help but stare back, eyes tracing his every - perfectly sculpted - feature. It’s almost unfair to you how beautiful he is; some days you even find yourself feeling jealous. The rest of the time though, you’re swooning.

As cheesy as it may sound, it’s the truth. It might be the way he speaks to with such tenderness, or maybe the way he gently touches you; one of his hands always placed on the small of your back, on your shoulder, or sometimes even in your hair when he feels like playing with it. Your favorite though?

Anytime you’re even a little nervous, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your hand into his. It makes you flustered every time without fail, though he finds it endearing.

He always makes the same face when he’s amused with you too, a smirk resting on his lips and his eyes lighting up while he teases you about your bright pink cheeks. Much like the same face he’s making at you right now.

Oh, wait.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

His smirk grows, and he huffs out a small laugh. One of his hands moves to brush the hair from your face, while the other reaches over, gently pulling your finger from where it had been pressing down on one of the keys.

Your brows furrow as you turn back towards your computer, seeing the screen filled with nothing but the letter “P.” You can’t help but groan, dropping your head into your crossed arms. Peter chuckles, sitting down on the table next to the computer, watching your utter misery.

“I thought you only work day shift.” You say, muffled.

“I don’t know where you got that idea from. I work plenty of night shifts.” You can’t help but raise your head, staring at him, dumbfounded. “How the fuck do you do it? This is hell.”

He huffs out a sigh, his amusement now being mixed with pity as he studies your features. You look exhausted. Hair that was once neatly tucked away into your bun has now fallen messily, and your eyes have formed dark circles under them, only highlighting how tired you must be.

“I heard what happened. Brenner told me to ‘key an eye on you’ in fact.”

Your face falls into one of disbelief, “You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, repeatedly pressing the backspace button on the keyboard, “This is so stupid. It’s already almost midnight, and I’m only halfway through this stuff. My mind is fried Peter. It hurts to think.”

He watches you for another moment as you type away maniacally, entering the correct information into the system this time.

“You know…” he reaches over, placing one of his hands gently over yours, causing you to look at him, “It doesn’t hurt to take a break once in a while.”

You think about it for a second, and only a second, before shaking your head and continuing to type, “I can’t, I have to get this done. I want to actually get some sleep tonight.”

He frowns, but doesn’t say anything else as he leans back to watch you work.

You continue typing for another few minutes, completely zoning out as you enter in file after file. You expect Peter to leave you to your devices, but he does just the opposite. He stays right where he is, eyes focused on you. Normally you don’t mind comfortable silences, they’re usually pretty peaceful, but this is anything but that.

At some point, it becomes harder to focus on the work before you. You become hyper aware of how his eyes burn through you, and can practically feel them watching your every move, raking up and down your body.

You chew on your lip in an attempt to ignore him and keep working. And if you just so happen to be pressing your thighs together, you can only hope that he doesn’t take notice.

Except he does.

“Something wrong sweetheart?” He asks, a teasing edge in his tone. You try to ignore him but he stands to face you, and you bite your lip even harder.

Finally, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his devilishly blue ones. He’s still got that stupid smirk on that stupidly handsome face with his stupidly perfect hair and-

Goddammit.

“Stop it.”

He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb, “Stop what?” He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You huff and shake your head, eyes rolling as you turn back towards the computer, “You know what.”

He hums, pausing for a moment before he leans down, lips inches from your ear, “Why?” He whispers, and dear god you’re about to collapse in this god forsaken desk chair, “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

Your breath hitches, and your eyes pinch shut. You can’t help but dig your fingernails into your palms in an effort to ground yourself. If only you could get it together, because this really isn’t the best time or place for this to be happening to you. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together again, not even caring if he notices this time.

You try to say his name in an attempt to be firm with him, to warn him to stop.

“Peter…”

You fucking whimper it.

He wastes no time, spinning the desk chair so you’re facing him. He places his hands on both armrests as he leans over you, effectively trapping you in.

“Oh sweetheart…” He cooes at you, head tilting in mock sympathy, and you can feel your resolve slipping away, “Why don’t we take a little break hm?”

You turn your head back towards the computer for a moment, that tiny little part of you fighting so hard to stay focused, “I…I don’t-”

He gently grips your chin, tilting your head back to face him, and god, if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Your pupils are so unbelievably dilated, your cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red, and your bottom lip is plump from your consistent biting.

With the way your hair messily falls into your face and your chest heaves with stuttered breaths, he wants nothing more than to spread you out on a table, and have his way with you until you’re a trembling mess beneath him. He trails his hand up slightly to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your brow bone.

“I bet that brain of yours is so tired isn’t it? All those thoughts running through your head- they’re just too much for you to handle aren’t they?”

Your legs are trembling and your head is spinning. The way he’s speaking is so new to you, but it has you ready to drop to your knees in front of him. He’s not too far off either; you’re so tired and your brain hurts. You need a break. You need-

“You need someone to make them all go away don’t you?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

You inhale sharply, his words going straight to your core. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to pry a response from your muddled thoughts, slightly resembling a fish out of water. You give up eventually, opting to let out a desperate whine instead. You can’t decide what’s more distracting- the ache between your legs or the way his hand cradles your face.

His thumb moves to trace over your bottom lip, while a mocking pout settles on his own, “Poor thing, so tired and dumb that she can’t even form a proper sentence.”

He’s right, he’s so unbelievably right. Which is why you don’t even realize that you’ve wrapped your lips around his thumb and are gently sucking on it. His eyes are filled with pure hunger as he watches you with parted lips of his own.

He gently pulls his thumb out from between your lips, not even giving you a chance to whine before replacing it with both his middle and pointer finger. You continue to look up at him, mindlessly sucking on both digits and letting yourself feel utterly blissful.

“That’s it,” he praises, “suck on my fingers baby.”

You hum in response, closing your eyes as you circle your tongue around them, hollowing out your cheeks. He lets you have your fun for another moment or two, mesmerized by the way you’ve become an absolute mess for him, before slipping his fingers out from your mouth and admiring how the drool slips down your chin.

You whine pathetically as he does so, and he cooes in response, “Shhh, c’mon pretty girl.” He takes your hand, helping you stand from your chair and guiding you over to one of the nursing cots. As he sets you down, he tries to pull away for a moment, but you don’t let him. You grip the front of his crisp white shirt between your fingers and pull him towards you, clashing your lips against his.

He huffs out a laugh against your lips, mumbling, “greedy little thing,” in between kisses. And he’s right, you are greedy, and aching, and desperate to feel him, and only him. You’re entire body is filled to the brim with nothing but desire.

Peter climbs onto the cot, hovering over you as his lips slowly make their way down your jawline, your neck, and your chest. He leaves nothing but endless hickeys in his wake as you come completely undone beneath him. He fumbles with the buttons of your shirt and the clasp of your bra, prying them both off of you, one after the other.

If you had been told five hours ago that you would be here by the end of the night, you would’ve laughed and slammed the door in that person’s face. But yet, here you are, brainless, desperate, and completely at the mercy of Peter, while his lips explore every visible inch of skin on your body.

He practically drools as the sight of your breasts, fondling them in his hands. You can’t help but moan when he attaches his lips to one of your nipples, suckling on it gently while he pinches the other one. He switches back and forth, both for his and your own pleasure. His eyes flick up to your face, watching you writhe in desperation underneath him. His cock is so painfully hard in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries right now, only wanting to hear your pretty little moans as he makes you feel good.

“That’s it darling. Don’t think, just feel. I’ll make it all feel better.”

His lips continue their attack on your skin, making their way down your tummy and to the hem of your skirt. He gently pushes your legs up, and his hands are quick to slide the bottom of the skirt up to your waist, revealing your baby pink panties.

“Oh baby…” He moans at the sight, watching as your hole pulses and flutters underneath the soaked, translucent fabric. His eyes flick up to your face once more, seeing just how fucked out you look, without him even touching you yet, “Look at how messy you are.”

He’s honestly half a second away from devouring your perfect little cunt before your sweet voice fills his ears, pausing his movements entirely.

“P-Peter…” you stutter, nervously. It might be the only word you can physically form right now, but that isn’t stopping you from expressing concern.

You aren’t a virgin, but this type of situation is new to you. Your mind has never been so clouded. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, because, god does it feel good, you just haven’t experienced such vulnerability before. So you can’t help the way your hands tremble while his face is inches from your exposed pussy.

It takes no more than two seconds for his hand to reach up and grasp yours, squeezing reassuringly, “I got you. I’m right here.” he soothes, and you release a slow breath. He never fails to calm your nerves.

“That’s it,” he smiles, feeling your hand slowly stop trembling in his grasp, “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.” You squeeze his hand in return and he can’t help but place a gentle kiss to your inner thigh,

“If you want me to stop at any point, I will. Just say the word. Do you understand?” You nod dumbly in response, only to yelp as his other hand comes down hard against your cunt, spanking it.

“I need you to use your words for this one darling,” he chides, cupping his hand over your drooling cunt in an effort to soothe the pain, “C’mon, you can do it.”

It takes you longer that you care to admit, and you struggle for a moment or two, desperately trying to form enough words in your head for a valid response. Your chest heaves as another pathetic whimper escapes your lips, prompting another slap to your core.

Your whole body jerks this time, forcing out a desperate cry of, “Y-Yes s-sir!”

And if he wasn’t salivating at the mouth before, he certainly is now. He moans in response, thumb circling your clit over your panties, before sliding them to the side.

“Good fucking girl.”

He leans in and places a sweet kiss to your cunt, as if apologizing for striking it. You shudder at that first contact. It sends a shock through you, hyper sensitive with want. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks very gently. Your head is thrown back immediately as he provides you the relief you’ve been needing.

“O-oh Peter…”

His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He loves how you’re reacting as he borderline makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take what he gives you, and Peter can’t be more grateful that the nursing rooms are sound proof, your pretty little noises being for his ears only. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you.

“So wet for me,” he mumbles against you. You whimper, hole fluttering at how good he’s making you feel, “You taste like heaven.”

He pulls back to lightly blow on your cunt, his saliva cooling in the air. He chuckles as he watches you twitch, licking another strip over your clit and blowing on it again. You whine and shift underneath him, your hips involuntary bucking. He smirks, shushing you gently, before dipping back in to taste you.

Your back arches off of the bed while he sucks and laps at you, upper body rising and falling violently on the bed. It’s almost like he’s been starved for weeks, and your cunt is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. He savors every taste of you, like he’s never eaten anything more luscious.

You hardly even notice when he pauses to remove your panties entirely, slipping them up your legs and placing them in his back pocket.

His tongue dips inside of you while he circles your nub with his thumb. Your hips buck to meet his face and you can’t help but grind into his tongue, feeling the coil in your lower stomach beginning to tighten. Your desperate little moans and gasps fill the room as his tongue plunges inside you. Your paperwork is long forgotten at this point as your thoughts empty out of your head, being replaced with just…

Peter

A small part of you registers the fact that he’s still holding your hand as he eats you out. He’s bringing you to new heights of pleasure, reducing you to nothing but a sobbing thing beneath him, all while holding your hand to let you know your safe. To let you know he’s taking care of you.

That thought alone has your toes curling, and another pathetic cry leaves your lips.

He can tell you’re getting close, based on the intensity of your moans and the way your muscles begin to pulse. He maneuvers so his mouth is back to suckling on your clit, and one of his fingers is circling your entrance. He eyes you above him, watching your mouth part in utter ecstasy as he slides his middle finger inside of you.

You’re far gone – so far gone.

He hardly gets a chance to relish in how tight your perfect little hole is before you’re pushed over the edge, completely coming undone around him.

Choked out moans and pants fill the air, and you cum so hard around his finger it makes you lurch forward, entire body shaking. "Shh, shh,” he hushes you, "There you go. Good girl.”

He pumps his finger in and out of you, working you through your orgasm. Your body collapses back against the bed as you attempt to catch your breath, but Peter has other plans. He releases his grip on your hand, wasting no time attaching his lips to your clit once again, sucking on it with much more intensity this time.

A surprised whine escapes your lips and your back arches, legs trying to close around his head. You’re too sensitive, but he doesn’t care, arm moving to rest across your hips, holding your thighs apart to keep your legs opened, your cunt bared.

“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, needing something to desperately cling to. His finger continues to pump in and out of you as he devours your poor little cunt. Tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels.

He teases a second finger at the entrance of your leaking hole, before easily plunging it in beside the first one. The stretch feels amazing, and it’s the first thing you’re able to actually vocalize since before he even started eating your cunt.

“God, fuck- feels so good- feels so fucking good Peter…need more.”

He hums around your clit, the vibrations shooting throughout your whole cunt, and your eyes roll back into your head. You can feel him teasing a third finger against your hole and you grind down into it, needing to feel more of him. He obliges, thrusting it into you along with his other two fingers, stretching you out deliciously around them.

Slowly, the sensitivity of it all begins to burn away as your next orgasm approaches once more. It builds up much quicker than before with the way his fingers fuck you open, bringing you right to the edge.

“Oh- oh fuck I-I’m gonna cum…”

You can’t help but look down at him, watching as he licks and sucks on your clit, moaning into you to let you know just how much he’s enjoying it. He eyes look up to meet yours and god he looks so good like this, hair tousled, eyes wild with desire, and his mouth coated in your slick as he suckles on your clit.

The coil within your stomach snaps as you look at him, and you’re pushed over the edge once again. Your grind your pussy down into him as you ride out the high once more, letting him work you through it.

Your slick drips down his hand as your hole clenches around him, and he pulls away from you, placing gentle kisses up and down your trembling inner thighs as you come back down.

You pant, sweat dripping down your forehead as you lay back, feeling completely blissful and floaty. Peter’s definitely done a good job at emptying your head of any and all thoughts that weren’t of him, because you’re so unbelievably fucked out.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” His voice echoes through your head, as he runs his free hand over them, feeling them tremble from even the slightest touch.

He gives you a few more seconds to rest before a dark chuckles escapes him, and he curls his fingers inside of you deliciously. A strangled gasp fills the air and your whole body twitches when he leans back down, licking a strip from just above your hole, up to your clit. You struggle to form words of protest, already feeling twice as sensitive as last time.

“N-no! Can’t Peter- I can’t!” You sob, tears finally breaking free and rolling down your cheeks.

He lays his head to the side, resting it on your inner thigh. He pulls his fingers out for a moment, using one of them to rim your hole as he looks up at you in mock sympathy.

“Ohhh but I think you can. I think this sweet little pussy of yours can give me one more yeah?” He teases, and you shake your head, squirming, “So that’s what you’re going to give me.” He dives back in, mercilessly attacking your overstimulated cunt.

Thrashing would be the best word to define you right now, hands leaving his hair and finding anchors on the sweat-soaked sheets of the cot beneath you. Your head turns into the nearest pillows in an effort to not sound like you’re being murdered, mascara running and wisps of hair flying and soft laughs that go through your entire soul as Peter watches your struggle. As he enables it.

He returns to those sloppy kisses that let him get a taste of you. Your muscles clench and your hips lift off the bed entirely as his tongue works you out. His lips on your clit and his dispersed praises and those rough licks on your cunt like you’re laid out before him like a meal, which honestly isn’t too far off.

You can’t stop shifting, not with the pain that bubbles in your stomach from your third building orgasm. It’s intense. It’s sensitive. It hurts. You tear at the sheets, then back to his hair, blubbering like an absolute child about it. Your third orgasm approaches so quickly that it’s painful. You’re a sobbing, wild, mess beneath Peter, and he’s absolutely relishing in it.

“P-Peter…” you sob weakly, his name once again being the only word you can piece together in your fucked out little brain. It hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, and your senses feel like they’re dialed to 11.

“Shhh,” he places a gentle kiss right above your clit, gently stroking your thigh with the thumb of his free hand, offering you a slight reprieve, “C’mon, you can do it.”

All of a sudden his fingers are pumping into you at an impossibly intense rate, and he’s licking and sucking on your cunt like his life depends on it. Your head is thrown back, and your eyes roll into your head as he walks no, —drags—your orgasm from you with determined fists, leaving nothing in his wake.

You’re seeing hallucinations. You have to be. Colors flying across a canvas of pure white, neon dots and black floaters that have you convinced you may have died and come back to life. Your body- your muscles and sinew and bones and soul shake with the fervor of it. Convulse, really.

Peter sighs as he rises, almost like he’s just had the most refreshing glass of water after hours exercise, yet you feel like the exerted one, twitching from aftershocks and tremors. He slips his fingers from your hole, licking them clean as he admires the aftermath of his attack on your poor cunt.

You’re red, swollen, pulsing, and slickened with sweat and cum and spit. It’s a little beautiful, the way your cum is leaking out of your entrance and onto the sheets. He dips down once more, swiping his tongue against your hole for one final taste of you, and your whole body convulses, a desperate sob ripping from your lips.

“Shhh sweetheart,” he shushes, “No more, I promise. You did so good for me.”

You can hardly even hear him, your mind a thousand miles away. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, and your whole body is tingling. Peter climbs up the cot until he’s laying on his side above you, stroking the sweaty hair from your face. You hum in content as his sweet words and praises begin to flood into your ears, bringing you back to the present.

“There she is,” he places a kiss to your hair line, thumb stroking your jaw, “Feeling okay?” You nod still feeling floaty.

“Feels good…” You hum, and he chuckles.

“I’d hope so. It wasn’t too much for you was it?” You shake your head, easing his concern slightly. You pry your eyes open to meet his, smiling at him.

“No. It was perfect Peter, thank you…” you lean up to kiss him again, and he returns it, hand gently cradling your face. The two of you lay back down in the bed, and you rest your head on his chest. His arms find their way around you as he lets you calm down in his arms, the trembling of your body not having fully stopped yet.

It isn’t until you’re half asleep that you remember the paperwork, shooting up and scaring the hell out of Peter. The idea of doing it all, now that you’re even more exhausted, brings you to tears again. But this time, not so happy ones.

“Hey, hey don’t worry about it.” Peter’s arms wrap around your waist, cradling you from behind, “You don’t have to finish the paperwork sweetheart.”

You hiccup, shaking your head, “But Brenner’s gonna be pissed if I don’t and there’s nobody else to get it done because Miranda wanted to go out and get drunk and-”

“Listen to me,” his lips rest up against the shell of your ear, speaking to you like he would the children when they’re scared or upset. He knows that your hypersensitive and floaty state of mind is only adding on to your levels of stress, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about the paperwork. I’m going to get you all cleaned up okay? And I’ll talk with Brenner in the morning, come up with something.”

You turn to look at him, all doe eyed and puzzled, “How do you know he’ll listen to you?”

Peter smiles in return as if he knows something that you don’t, and wipes the tears away before placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “He always does…I think I’m his favorite,” you roll your eyes, letting the comment go over your head as you grumble about wishing you were the favorite employee. A smirk takes over his face at your blatant naivety.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it baby, now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” And you oblige, letting him take care of you. He manages find some rags, wetting them and wiping the sweat and tears from your face. He uses another to clean the mess between your legs, gently shushing you when you whine in discomfort. He helps you back into your clothes, aside from your ruined panties, before you both curl up in one of the unused cots for the night.

And the next morning, if any of the other orderlies notice him holding your hand on your way out of your office, well, they don’t say a word.

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Yandere Henry Creel (2/9)

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

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✦ 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)

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edb954 · 1 year

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The Secret (Henry/Peter/001 x reader)

(Au: You and Peter had a secret relationship in the lab and after a night of roughness. You soon find out your pregnant and with a help one of the other nurses you get free from the lab. Only for a few months later for Peter to find you...)

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x Reader

(Warning: Pregnancy, getting sick, a lil spicy and a lil dark, Fluff, angst)

"Y/n? Are you feeling alright?" Katherine one of the nurses and a good friend you worked along with asked.

"I-I'm not sure.." you replied

"Why don't you come out, when your done and I will take you home." She said.

Once, it was time to leave you were in the car with Katherine sting to your house.

"How long as this been going on." Katherine asked.

"A few weeks, I originally thought it was a stomach bug or something b-but now I don't know what it is."

"How about I do a pregnancy test because, y/n getting sick could be 'morning' sickness for the reason that it can hit you at any moment of the day and I say this with all do respect it is just from what I know about pregnancy your stomach being a little more bloated than before." She explained.

"I was afraid of that.. if I am actually pregnant what am I going to do? Brenn-"

"I will deal with Brenner, we will figure it out after I run the test tomorrow. Then we will figure it out okay?" I sighed and nodded. Turning to look out the window.

Well, tomorrow came sooner then expected. You had just taken the sample for Katherine to test it as of now you were waiting for the results. About an hour later Katherine came in.

"Well.. congratulations Y/n you are pregnant." She said, as you started to tear up.

"What am i going to do?" You broke down sobbing "I can't go back Br-brenner will kill me, he will kill Henry as well omg what how am I going to do th-" "y/n look I will deal with Brenner. You won't be going back to the lab and my mother works in a secrade hospital not far from Hawkins. I will take you there for your appointments and when you give birth. And wait did you say it was Henry's child?" She said/asked. You nodded sobbing even more as she hugged you comforting you.

"It will be okay, I promise.. I just didn't know you two were that close. I mean I knew something was going on but-" "it started not long after I started working at the lab, from what went from little chats, to secret kisses, led to more so much more.. I fell for him.." I said answering all her questions. She nodded and made me look at her.

"We are going to do this. I promise everything will be alright. You just have to trust me. And not get so worried and stress and I know it's hard do to the circumstances but it's not good for you or the baby." You nodded as she pulled you into a hug.

That's when you knew you felt protected and finally had a true best friend for life.

(And she was your best friend for life as well as the godmother/aunt of your child!)

(1 year later)

Katherine was right everything was alright. You as well as Katherine ended up quitting the lab it turned out Brenner was going to fire you anyways and Katherine used a 'excuse' saying she had family emergency that she had to leave. Over the course of your pregnancy, Katherine took you to your appointments as promised. She even did a little baby shower for you revealing you were having a girl! You also made her cry surprising her with being the godmother. And October. 25, 1978 Hayley Grace L/n was born and you couldn’t be more happier. Though you did wish Henry was there with you through the whole pregnancy..

Now, Y/n was currently in the living room resting while, she was reading a new book

While, her 3 month old daughter Hayley was sound a sleep in crib. It was hard and it did make fear a very common feeling knowing Dr. Brenner was still out their. Though Katherine has confirmed multiple times that he has forgotten about you. You still had fear, fear that he would find out about yours and Henry's child, and take her away while harming or worse killing you along the side. Fear that Henry is going to come.

You did fall for Henry and loved him but, he was very possessive, harsh at times... back in the lab, you couldn't have a conversation with any of the other staff more so the male staff or there would be consequences, jealousy, possessiveness, lying, manipulation, controlling, Brenner always having an eye on him... there was always something about him you always were wary about but, you still fell for him.. hard.. no matter all of the clear warning signs..

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard crying from Hayley's room. You quickly got up and went to check on her. Turning the knob going over to her crib, only for a hand to grab your wrists and the other over your mouth. The persons lips kissed from your shoulder blade, to your neck, up to your ear.

"I promised, I would always find you..." you gasped hearing the voice of the man you thought and slightly hoped to never hear again.

You slowly turned around with your hands still gripped to the crib. Meeting his perfect blue eyes in the pitch black room.

"Have to admit you have quite the life.. but I never expected you to break my rules... darling.." Henry said looking at the crib. Your eyes widened at that action as well as shocked that he did not know she was his daughter.

"H-Henry please can we talk outside.. p-please.." You asked in a shaky voice. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in to your ear.

"God, I missed hearing you beg.." he whispered seductively making you shudder. "But lead the way darling."

You both walked out of the room and into your room only for him to slam you into the wall with his hand around your neck.

"So who's is it? You know what I can do darling.. your mine! No gets to have you except me."

"So does that mean you would kill your self?" You asked, looked at you confused before slow loosening his grip so you could continue.

"Do you remember before, I left how I wasn't feeling well?" He nodded. "Well, it wasn't a stomach bug like we had thought. The one afternoon not long before we got off, Katherine who I worked with in the infirmary room has found me in the ladies room. That night when we got off, she drove me home. The following day she ran a pregnancy test on me.. it came back positive." He looked at you in disbelief.

"The child is mine?" He asked.

"Who else's would it be?" I asked.

"And I left because I was afraid. Afraid how you would take it.. but more importantly I was afra-terrified of what Brenner would do to us and our baby, I didn't want to stay there and have our child be taken away, tested on, both Of us murdered."

Before you could continue his lips smashed onto yours harshly and passionately. You pushed him away, only to bring him back into the kiss. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him as he walk you both over to your now soon to be shared bed as he laid you down climbing on top of you.

That night you both reconnected in a way that no words could bring into perspective. Close to each other once more.

The next morning, you woke up in strong arms wrapped around you as well as some one kissing your shoulder. You turned over to see him. Though the moment did not last long when you heard crying. You got up and put on your under garments as well as your robe.

"Why don't he get dressed and meet your daughter." You said looking back at Henry with a smile before leaving.

You heard the door creak open more and turned around while holding Hayley to see Henry. He slowly walked up to you looking at you then to the little girl in your arms.

"Hold out your arms." You said seeing him hesitate for a moment before doing so.

You placed Hayley in his arms seeing as he tensed as you did. Only to see him relax and you knew that it was official he knew she was his. Knowing of his powers once he's close to them.

"Her name is Hayley Grace L/n.. I didn't really know what to put for her last name so I took the safer route or the safest one and put mine." You spoke while admiring there interaction.

You saw Hayley's little arm stretch outward grabbing onto his finger with her blue eyes looking up at him while he did the same.

You see her yawn he gave you Hayley back as you started to rock her to sleep. As he came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist watching the two of you as your daughter fell back to sleep.

And, for once, Henry Creel felt like he had everything he wanted.. forgetting about his original plans.. he finally had a family who wanted him for him. Not caring about his powers, no judgment.. just love. He finally saw the good in the cruel world for once and nothing will come in between that or his family..

Word count: 1636

(A/n : I FRICKKEN LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT! IT US SO CUTE I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT!!)

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lovewithasideoffries · 2 years

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peter ballard in highschool

pairing: peter ballard (owens) x reader

summary: peter falling in love with you (technically not a highschool au because it takes place in the same universe that stranger things does just with him going to highschool)

word count: 1320

warnings: none i think? a bit of bullying

a/n: honestly i feel like this is the first good piece of word ive put on this blog (at least until the ending) so yay for improvement. also that gif of jamie has me drooling is not super relevant but i imagine thats how peter looked during the handshake

The first thing he noticed about you was your bright smile as you introduced yourself to the class. How someone could be so excited to be at school was something he could not understand. Hell, this was the only time that Peter was let out of the lab and even he didn’t like it.

It had all been Dr. Owens idea. Bless the man, he was only trying to help, but boy, did it do anything but. Owens was a kind man, much better than Dr. Brenner at least. And when he noticed that Peter’s mental health was quickly deteriorating, he had suggested a change of scenery would help.

So here he was now, with his name legally changed from Henry Creel to Peter Owens (under the guise that he’d been adopted by the doctor) and stuck in a history class almost worse than the shock punishments Dr. Brenner authorised.

He watched you happily state your name and a couple hobbies, your hands moving animatedly as you speak.

You were dressed in the school uniform, as per the rules, and your hair was tied up with a white bow, light makeup decorated your face, and many bright coloured hair ties and beaded jewellery hung around your wrists.

She’ll fit right in with the popular kids, he thought with a sigh. Great, another person to bully him.

So it was very surprising when you took a seat in the empty desk next to him, as opposed to literally any other empty seat in the classroom. It was past lunch already, surely you’d heard all the nasty rumours about him. Yet you’d still chosen to sit there.

It’s just because she wants to sit at the back, he told himself, but he knew it wasn’t true. There were at least three other empty seats in the back, so why’d you sit next to him?

What surprised him even more is when you started talking to him.

“Hi! What’s your name?” you ask quietly, looking up at him as the teacher continued the lesson.

“Peter,” he replies coldly. He hadn’t meant to come off so rude, he was just too familiar with being subject to pranks by people like you to have this conversation.

“Pleasure to meet you, Peter.” You hold your hand out for a handshake, and he hesitantly shakes it, looking into your eyes. They were filled with such genuine kindness it warmed his heart.

He took note of how your eyes crinkled a bit in the corners when you smiled and his gaze drifted lower, just past your nose, to your smile.

God, it felt as if you could melt all of Antarctica with how bright your smile was. It had melted his heart, and that itself was a feat almost as astounding.

And that’s when Peter realised he had fallen for you. Hard.

He quickly broke eye contact, awkwardly retracting his hand from yours. He stared down at his paper, a horror filling him up from the pits of his stomach.

How he could feel such human emotion was beyond him. It was invasive, making him feel all these nervous butterflies awaken in his stomach, making his face heat up with something stronger than embarrassment.

From then on it had been quite difficult for him to suppress his feelings for you, but when he saw you stand up to the assholes that loved picking on him. That’s when it became damn near impossible.

The two of you had started spending time together since your first day. Of course he was still shocked that someone like you would want to spend time with someone like him. He was a freak, a loner, the exact opposite of who you could be. And yet you were still the best friend he’d ever had. Well, to be fair, you were the only friend he’d ever had, but even if he had a million friends, you’d still be the best.

You were just standing with him as he grabbed something from his locker when one of the popular kids decided it’d be funny to trip him.

Charlie stuck his leg out, causing Peter to stumble and trip, his books falling onto the floor.

“Oh look!” Jack taunted, “the freak’s trying to look up Y/n’s skirt! He really is a creep, honey, you shouldn’t waste your time with him.”

You rolled your eyes. How stupid did these jocks think you were? You watched as they tripped Peter, but the meathead had always had a bit of a crush on you. Seemed he was too dumb to care that his reasoning for why you should date him was pretty invalid.

“Asshole, I’d rather date the “freak looking up my skirt” than you. What, you think you’re so fucking cool, with your muscles and football jersey. Please, I’d find a poisonous snake that was about to kill me more attractive than you, so just do us both a favour, and leave us the fuck alone.”

Peter was in awe at how quick you jumped to his defence. How you were so willing to do something he had been too scared to do the entire school year. And it worked. It’s safe to say those bullies didn’t bother even interacting with him anymore (at least not while Y/n was in earshot).

Those feelings for you grew each time you were near. Every time you smiled, every time you laughed, every time you made a sarcastic remark, every time you did anything, he fell harder. And it got stronger and stronger, filling him to the brim until he overflowed with admiration for you.

You were hanging out after school, sitting on the rusty bleachers under the warm spring weather. It was one of the first few times you hung out; it had taken Peter ages of begging and extra training to convince Owens (and mainly Brenner) to let him stay late after school.

You were rambling about how annoying Charlie and his gang of douchebags were, how your biology teacher praised your research project, when you took your little sister shopping last Saturday; basically anything and everything on your mind.

But Peter wasn’t listening. No, he was busy admiring how pretty you looked while talking about something you felt passionately about.

“God, I’m in love with you,” he whispered to himself, not even realising he’d said it out loud.

You stopped talking. “What?”

“Nothing!” he said quickly. “I said nothing! Tell me more about your English assignment.”

“No, no, no. There’s a lot I let slide with you, Peter. But this is not one of them. So either I’m deaf or you just said you loved me.”

“Technically I said I was in love with you,” he answered meekly, gauging your reaction.

“You are one lucky bastard, Peter, you know that?” you laugh lightly to yourself at the situation. Gods know you’ve been in love with this man ever since you shook hands that first day of school.

“Why?” he asks, not sure if you were laughing at him.

“Because it turns out I’m in love with you too,” you smile at him.

“Wait… really?” He’s shocked. Peter is absolutely shocked.

“Yes really. So, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way. Want to go somewhere with me? As a date?” you ask hopefully.

“I would love…” he trails off, suddenly remembering one of the reasons he never wanted to tell you his feelings. He would endanger you. He would hurt you. He isn’t good for you. He has far too much baggage to be in a relationship.

“I want to, but, I just- there’s something going on with me. And I need to sort it out before we start dating. But once I do, I promise to go on that date with you.”

You nod. You’ve hung around all this time with just to be his friend, you would surely continue to hang around him to date him.

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