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shrxmps · 2 years

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♡ + peter ballard + subject!crybaby!reader first time + praise kink + black hair?

to be specific, reader is a subject that just cried over the stupidest reasons and obviously shes aged up !!

note: as anon said READER IS AGED UP! no pedophilia here >:( hope this is what you meant!! AND ALSO I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU MEANT BY SUBJECT LMFAOSJ. not my favorite fanfic that i wrote

warnings: first time for y/n, praise kink, risky sex, dacryphilia (tears make him horny IM SORRY.)

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"Why are you crying, Y/N?" Peter said softly, sitting down on the cold floor next to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"I..." you began, sniffing and throwing your hands in the air. "I couldn't move all the blocks they gave me today! I'm a failure!"

"How many did you move?" he said, petting your black hair, which he admired more than ever.

"5.." you stuttered, resting your head on his chest as you tried to calm down, tears sliding down your cheeks.

"Out of...?"

"6!" you crumpled his shirt as your voice broke even more.

"You did amazing, don't worry," he kissed the top of your head lightly.

He turned your head slowly in his direction, wiping your tears off gently with his thumb, then putting it on your lips.

"You're so pretty even when you cry, Y/N," he breathed out, fixating his gaze on your lips. You played with the back of his hair as he leaned in towards you, finally reuniting both of you with a kiss. His hands held you as close as possible to his body, resting your hands on his chest.

You parted your lips slightly, letting his tongue enter your mouth as you moaned softly. His hands traveled all the way down to your ass, squeezing it hard which emitted a yelp from you.

"Peter--" you whispered, moving his hands away. "We're in a hallway."

"So?" he murmured, lips one inch away from yours. "Cameras aren't working, and everyone went to sleep."

You pulled him away as he leaned in again for a kiss, backing away but looking at you with raised brows and parted lips.

"I've never... you know..." you said, feeling heat raise up to your cheeks, looking down at your legs to avoid looking at Peter.

"Not even... fingered yourself?" he asked with a hungry look in his eyes, raising your head with his left hand.

"Well... that, yes...."

Peter felt his cock throbbing at the thought of you fingering yourself, calling out his name between pants. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking on it softly as his hands fondled your breasts. You started grinding down on his clothed dick, low moans leaving your lips.

"Can I take these off?" he asked you, toying with the waistband of your pants.

You nodded, standing up to give him more access. He slowly took off your pants, staring at the lower half of your body, and especially at your panties. A damp spot could be seen forming on them, and you felt your legs going wobbly as Peter started kissing up your thighs until he reached your entrance, planting soft kisses on top of your panties as he looked up at you.

"I think I'm ready," you breathed out as you ruffled his hair. He pulled away and took off his pants and boxers, finally revealing his thick cock that you had dreamed about for a lot of time.

"Lay down on the floor," he whispered, helping you position yourself. You lay on your back with your legs raised slightly as you helped Peter take off your panties. At the sight of your wet cunt, he wasted no time positioning his cock at your entrance, pushing his head inside. You loudly moaned at the foreign sensation, muffling the sounds with your hand. It felt 100 times better than your fingers.

"Is it ok?" he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Yeah," you responded.

"I'm going to push myself deeper, ok sweetheart?"

He penetrated your walls as deep as he could, feeling yourself clenching around his perfect length. He started moving at a fast pace, throwing your legs on his shoulders so he could reach your spots. Skin slapping sounds, along with curses Peter was murmuring under his breath, and your quiet moans echoed into the hallway. It would be a miracle if both of you managed to even cum without being interrupted.

"You're doing so good, just a little bit more, okay?" he said, leaning over to kiss you. His hips started gradually moving slower until he came all over your walls with one final push, feeling his member throbbing inside you. As he moaned an assortment of curses and attempts to say your name, the sensation pushed you over the edge and the knot in your stomach untied, releasing yourself while his cock was still inside you.

You shared one last long kiss as both of you rode your high, teeth crashing into each other and lips going sore. He slowly pulled himself out of you, pushing his cum back inside you with his fingers.

"You did so well in making me cum," he smiled, helping you put on your panties and pants. "Did you feel good?"

"I felt amazing, maybe we should do this more often," you flushed when you realized you had said that out loud, which made Peter chuckle under his breath.

"Let's go to the bathroom, I'll clean you myself."

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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001 completely destroying your pussy fic?

PAIRING: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Stranger Things

WORDS: 388

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): Nothing but pure smut.... no context | Character Death | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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It was the way he filled you, the way he stretched you, how you gripped around his throbbing cock as Peter pressed himself into you. His arms wrapped around your waist. Looking over the back of your head, he snarled as he felt how wet you had become in such a short time. He had decided to let you go and forced you flat against the cold metal counter.

Licking his lips, his hand was pressed on the side of your head, his other hand gripped at your hip, his fingers digging into your curvy hip. His thrusts begin off slow, building momentum, but soon they begin to pick up, faster and harder. Your lower lips quiver with such want, feeling yourself getting wetter as he gets wetter. It's like this possessive need washed over him.

His growls and his snarls, they were because of you, for you, the way you gripped him was something he very much enjoyed the feeling of. It was something he wanted all the time from you. You were his, and he was going to make that quite clear. His motions were rough, his grip was tight and strong, and his grunts filled the room as your moans matched his, echoing in his mind, fueling him.

Each thrust got rougher, it was getting to the point of pleasurable pain. His hands moving over you, his snarls bouncing off the walls of the room. It was this uncontrollable deviousness that pushed from him. His hands gripping even tighter against your hips, his fingers starting to leave bruises against your pale flesh.

Feeling that release starting to build, he picked the pace up a little quicker. Feeling it in the pit of your core, he could smell it, sense it, feel it as your dripping walls clenched around him. Unable to control your finish you began to raise the volume of your moans, into mere screams. Within a matter of moments, you were unable to contain yourself as you had let off such a powerful release. Feeling his own fill you. He pulls from you, looks you over, and he said nothing, but you knew you weren't allowed to wash yourself up. You knew he marked you as his, with a smile, you kiss his cheek, readjust your skirt, and head back to your office.

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lover4st · 2 years

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 month

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Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character

C/c=comfort character

Warning ⚠️:kinda sad at the end but at first kinda cute I also didn’t reread this so it might be rushed and not make sense mb plus it’s short

A/n: send request for stories like these I like writing them.🙃 pick a specific character tho and I’ll tell you if I can do them or not (please send requests)

After a long day of school/work they come home and lay in bed they grab their pillow and began to speak. “hey y/n I had a good day today I almost got into a fight but I didn’t because I thought of you and how you wouldn’t want me to do that how you would want me to be the bigger person so I talked to them about it and I know you fight sometimes but you wouldn’t want me to risk everything by fighting so yeah how was your day??” In their mind the pillow came to life forming your face and body into it. “I had a good day just chilled on your bed you know” you looked into the eyes of C/C and grabbed the side of their face. “I’m proud of you I’m so proud of you” you hugged them and then you laid on their chest they hugged back and you started to cuddle they you felt something hot and wet they were crying. “what’s wrong??” You asked and put their face into your hands. “I love you but your not real” their world of happiness collapsing with those words. Your.Not.Real you made them happy you made them better but you weren’t real.

A/n:Hey I wrote this because I seen dd Osama confront n3on and I was proud of him and I thought of what it would be like if I had his comfort character or if I was any of my other comfort characters comfort character I seen a story similar that’s what this was based on so if you find that send me a link bc I really want to read it again they wrote it better than me

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runawayolives · 2 years

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I didn't know there would be so many

Pairing: Peter Ballard x reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N let Eleven invite her friends for lunch, but didn't expect so many kids of so many different ages. I'll probably write a part 2 to this.

Warnings: mentions of food, 80's misogyny. Angstiest of this series yet, but not that bad.

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Since the summer holidays had started, you had made sure to take both of your kids to the pool at least twice a week, just so that they could cool down and have some fun with their friends. This summer Peter and you had decided to give El more independence, letting her go with Max and the rest of her friends on her own. Jason, having just turned two, would go with you before lunch, and you two would spend around an hour and a half splashing around in the water.

Being Hawkins’ only female lawyer was hard. Being the only female lawyer in a small town in the community pool was even harder. You could feel the other mother’s glaring looks, even heard a: “How can we take her seriously if she wears that.” That being a completely appropriate swimsuit to have at the pool while taking care of your son. But the worse ones were the men, not necessarily dads, just men. You knew you were attractive. Maybe not necessarily according to beauty standards, but nonetheless, you caught the eye of people. Now and then, while playing with your son, with a glistening marriage ring on, some men would approach you and want to start a conversation. It was fine that they wanted to talk, it was not fine when they got flirty, nor when they demanded your full attention.

Today, while you were trying to apply sunscreen on a squirming toddler, it was the one and only Billy Hargrove. You weren’t fully sure if he knew who you were married to, considering Peter had hired him once or twice to mow your lawn. It wasn’t because your husband wasn’t capable of it, but because Susan had asked if Billy could get a job during the school year so that he could have some spending money. Peter, hating mowing the lawn, decided to give the teenager that job, deciding it was an “investment on his mental health”. It would be weird for the young man not to know you were married to Peter Ballard, considering you were the scandalous couple in the small town. Having a husband with no job and a wife that was the “Breadwinner” was enough to send the town into a gossip frenzy for the first weeks of living in Hawkins. So, yes, it was nearly impossible for Billy Hargrove not to know who you were, but there was a minuscule chance. And you gave the teenager the benefit of the doubt.

At the moment, you were trying to reason with two-year-old Jason, who was refusing to stay still and put on sunscreen.

“Mommy, no!” Small feet were stomping on the ground, trying to get the chubby legs to direct him to the very tempting mass of water.

“Baby, you have to put sunscreen on.” More refusal fell off his lips, and after a deep breath, you decided to take another route. “Honey, I’ve never told you this, but it’s really important. It’s top secret.” This caught your son’s attention, and his brown furrowed, unsure if this secret was worth his time.

“Vhat?”

“Jay, sunscreen is a magic shield.” Because you were whispering to make it seem more epic, Jason got closer to you, forgetting the pool for a few moments. “Sometimes, the sun sends warriors that get confused, and instead of helping us, they hurt us.” The boy decided to sit beside you and have his small feet touching the pool’s water.

“Otay.” Once you finished covering the little devil in the protective cream, you let him get in the water, while you sat on the edge, legs in the pool. You were throwing a ball back and forth with Jason until he made a friend and decided to pass the ball with her. While you were watching both kids, a shadow covered the sun that was glaring at your back. You didn’t bother looking, guessing it was the little girl’s parents, but you were wrong.

“Are you here babysitting?” You turned around to see Max’s older brother, Billy Hargrove.

“Not really babysitting when you’re the parent.” The boy seemed confused at your comment and looked at Jason.

“You’re a really young mom then.” The boy decided to flex his arms and make himself seem taller, probably feeling like it was more of a challenge.

“No, not really.” You could see Karen Wheeler and her friends gutting you in their imagination. You knew they found the lifeguard attractive. You never noticed Billy in that way, for two main reasons, the first one was that he was freshly 18, and even if he enjoyed the older women’s attention, you were not comfortable with that. The second one was simple, Peter was more than enough for you, and you didn’t need another man to cover any department.

But, because your husband was “incapable” of providing for you, the male population in Hawkins’ made sure to let you know that they could easily fill whatever gap Mr. Ballard was supposed to not be filling. This went from the brave Billy Hargrove to Mr. Harrington, one of the partners in the firm.

“You look younger then.”

“Billy, I do not see anything coming out of this conversation. If you want anything out of any, you should maybe try the west side of the pool. I can assure you won’t find satisfaction out of Mrs. Ballard.” The boy pulled his sunglasses down to get a clear look at you.

“You are married to Mr. Ballard?” You nodded, still not taking your eyes off of your son.

“I didn’t know, I apologize.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

…

When Peter would tell you about Mrs. Wheeler, you would both find amusement out of it, usually over a glass of wine. Your story was not that much of a success.

“What do you mean he flirted with you?” If your husband was a cartoon, he would have probably had smoke coming out of his ears.

“It wasn’t like full-out flirting, I stopped it.” You took a sip out of your glass, not enjoying how the conversation was going. The day at the firm had been long, very long. You had a meeting with the partners of the firm, and they only interrupted you, questioned your qualifications, or stared too intensely, far from office appropriate.

“In front of my son, Billy Hargrove decided to hit on my wife?” You rolled your eyes at him and finished your glass, not wanting to listen to his overreaction.

“He was not so direct, I stopped him.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Why can’t you find it funny?” You could sear you saw his eye twitch, just a little bit, but you saw it.

“You expect me to find humor in a boy deciding to flirt with my wife in front of my son?”

“Pete, Karen Wheeler does the exact same, and I laugh. It’s the same exact situation.” Peter groaned and left his glass in the sink.

“No, it’s not. Karen Wheeler stands no chance. Billy Hargrove is a young man, attractive enough for you to decide he’s better for you.” You furrowed your brows, not believing he had just said those words to your face.

“If you have so little faith in me, I don’t think you know who you’ve married.”

…

There was tension between you and Peter for the rest of the week. You had avoided showing it too much in front of the kids, but considering that her parents weren’t giggly and kissy around each other, Eleven could tell something was up. Because of this same reason, the young girl hadn’t tried to remind her parents that all of her friends were invited to have lunch on Saturday.

You can imagine Peter’s surprised face once he opened the door to find 9 kids waiting on the front porch.

“Hello, Mr. Ballard. Good morning.” Nancy Wheeler had befriended you quickly after you moved in, so she was used to finding Peter Ballard with messy hair and reading glasses on Saturdays. Peter, quickly smiled, letting all of the teens in.

Eleven quickly ran down the stairs, an excited look on her face. “I have the whole day planned.” Peter had no time to ask anything before he was given several glass containers with food in them.

You left your home office after hearing an unusual commotion in the living room. You took your glasses off, just to make sure that you were seeing correctly.

“Mrs. Ballard, I’ve heard so many great things from you.” A tall blond girl was quick to shake your hand. “I’m Robin, a huge fan.” Since you graduated and started working as a lawyer, no one had said they were your fans, so your confusion for those few seconds was completely justified.

“Thank you for inviting us to your home, Y/N.” You looked at the other blond girl in the room, Nancy Wheeler.

“Of course Nance. There’s a big table in the back yard, I’m sure you’ll all be more comfortable outside.”

The teenagers all left, leaving two older boys and Peter in the same room. “Steve, Steve Harrington. I don’t know if you remember me. I was at the hospital when they found Will, and I went into one of those weird Demogorgon pits, you had to take me out of it.” You shook the boy’s hand, a grateful smile on your lips.

“I do remember you, Steve. Please, make yourself at home.” Steve shook Peter’s hand and went through the back door, like the rest of the kids.

“I’m Eddie Munson, I’m the founder of the Hellfire Club.” Eddie didn’t shake your hand, just gave you an awkward wave.

“Yes, El speaks very highly of you.” This time Peter was the one that spoke. It seemed that he had gotten out of his brain freeze and remembered all of the social cues.

“Hm. She told me you have a wide rock vinyl collection.” You nodded and pointed towards the general direction of your office.

“Yes, I can show it to you whenever you want.” You walked towards the kitchen. “The back door is over there, that’ll take you to the backyard, everyone is there, probably getting the sprinkler ready.”

Once Eddie went out, you turned around to look at Peter. “Do you remember us giving El permission to invite half of the continent?” Your husband laughed lightly.

“We allowed her on Sunday, but, erm, we forgot.”

“Oh.” “Yeah. I didn’t know there would be so many.” You walked towards him, looking up to be able to see him comfortably.

“You can say that again.” You then wrapped your arm’s around Peter’s waist, placing your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry about Thursday, I overreacted.” He kissed the crown of your head and stroked your hair.

“It’s fine. I see where you were coming from. But I was also disappointed you thought I would do whatever it is that you thought.” You kissed along his jaw, and his hands squished your waist affectionately.

“We can talk about this later, once everyone is gone. Right now, we have to figure out how to feed nine teenagers, and how to avoid Jason going crazy once he sees so many people.”

AN: I'm not the proudest of this part. I know I'm going to write a part 2, because I wanted to mention so many other things in this story. I was also kind of stuck, but wanted to upload something. Tomorrow i'll have something better.

#peter ballard #x reader #peter ballard x reader #vecna #001 #henry creel #stranger things #x you #imagine #oneshot #drabble #first day series #first day universe #eleven #011 #jane hopper #jane #eleven hopper #runaway olives

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Imagine Henry Favoring You

Henry held your hand as he was walking you somewhere you had never been before. The thought of being discovered by Papa was what kept your heart pounding in your chest. The repercussions were something that you didn’t even want to think about.

It was always when you were with Henry that you felt safe. Papa never gave you that feeling.

Henry was encouraging, funny, and he even confided in you his secrets. He spoke that his true name was Henry, not Peter. He had you promise him not to tell another person or else he couldn’t be your friend anymore. You had nodded adamantly and promised. You felt of great importance knowing this bit of information that he was trusting you with.

He was always there when the other children shunned you away in the rainbow room, he was the one who comforted you whenever you blacked out in your anger not knowing what you did once you awoke, he was the only one who didn’t fear you.

Henry opened a door to a dark room that you hesitated to enter. You feared the dark. What lay in it could be anything that your mind conjured up which scared you to no end. Looking up to him for reassurance he nodded to you and squeezed your hand.

“You won’t have to face your fear alone. I will be here with you. Trust that there is a way out of the darkness.”

Trembling but wanting to prove your bravery, you nodded. You took a step forward into the darkness. Your breathing increased but you felt comforted knowing Henry was here with you and he didn’t seem to fear a thing in this world.

Once you walked further into the room you felt Henry stop and let go of your hand. Before you had a chance to say anything he turned a lantern on brightening up the room.

“I’m proud of you,” he spoke as he rested his hand on your shoulder. Pride ran through you at his words. “You shouldn’t have to fear the darkness. Although you can’t see at first, it doesn’t mean you’re blind to the unknown. Once you’ve had time to adjust and settle, the darkness becomes your friend. It lets you see what it does and you’ll find comfort in what others usually don’t in it.”

You didn’t quite know what he meant but all you knew was that you didn’t want to stay in the darkness longer than this.

“I’m going to leave for a little bit but while I’m away I need you to stay here until I come back for you.”

You reached for him not wanting to be down here in the darkness alone.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to take care of something.”

“Let me go with you.”

Henry smiled gently. “This I must do alone but rest assured you’ll be with me soon enough.”

You trusted Henry but it bothered you how much he didn’t want to share his ‘plans’ as he would call them with you.

“Why am I treated differently? From the others.” You clarified still not entirely sure if he would answer. You were always isolated and would get wary looks from everybody. It made you feel smaller than you were.

“You’re…special,” Henry spoke seeming to look for the right word.

“Papa said I kill things. That I bring death.” Reflecting back on that made you sad and cast your head down. There was something dark in you that you couldn’t control and it scared you that you could never recall what those were. There was something wrong with you as everyone liked to put it.

Henry raised your chin until your eyes were leveled with his. Those bright eyes of his seemed to darken as if he could read your thoughts.

“You also bring resurrection. Did he ever tell you that?”

You shook your head unaware you possessed the ability.

“You are more than what you think you are. Your power can be endless with the right teaching. I plan on doing that for you.”

You smiled at how endearing he sounded in teaching you but you knew it was near impossible.

“Papa will never let me leave.”

Henry shook his head in agreement. “You’re right, he won’t. Just let me handle it. Just promise me that whatever you hear that you won’t leave this spot. I will come back for you, I promise you this.”

He held out his pinky waiting for you to make your promise to him. For the first time, you hesitated. You knew Henry planned on doing something you just didn’t know what but he was never one to lead you astray before. Believing in his words and promise you brought your pinky up to his. “I promise.”

#Henry Creel #Peter Ballard #One #Vecna #Henry Creel x reader #Henry Creel Imagine #Henry Creel drabble #Henry Creel x female reader #Stranger Things

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terry-perry · 2 years

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Hey you can Peter balled x reader ? Reader Is ghost( no ghost dead ghost like ant-man and wasp) and she’s scared and feel pain but Peter is alway for help ?

Reader is over 18

Her pained moans were all he heard in the haunting halls of Hawkins Labs. Like everything else that goes on in that place, mostly everyone turned a deaf ear to it.

Everyone but him.

He couldn't explain it, but his heart broke at the sound of her whimpers. Looking at his surroundings, he saw the coast was clear and slipped into her room where she was recovering. At least Papa had the decency to let her have some rest after she tested out her powers for the day.

"How are you feeling? Any better?"

She sat up from her bed. Even in the state she was in, he could see hers had widened slightly upon seeing him enter. They softened then once she realized it was him and did her best to smile.

"It still hurts," she admitted, her voice croaked. She hoped she was phasing enough so that he wouldn't be able to see her tears.

Her molecular instability was something she had to deal with her whole life. Her family couldn't find any real answers to it, which led them to leave her at Hawkins Lab. They did nothing but train her and force her to fight through the pain as they watched in amazement how she could phase through objects.

Peter himself gave up who he was a long time ago. His new identity as an orderly still needed work, but at least it came with knowing her.

With cautious steps, he approached her. His hands reached out to her, silently asking her to take them. She was hesitant, already expecting the worst. She seemed to be right about worrying since when she did decide to reach out, her hands went right through his. The disappointment clearer on her face than before.

"It's all right," and yet he kept on smiling at her. "Try again. Relax."

She looked up at that sweet face she'd grown so fond of. He was one of the very few in that place who saw her as so much more than an experiment. Giving a small smile back, she focused on her hands and relaxed. Concentrating on them enough, they took more of a solid form as she placed them over his.

She gasped in disbelief at the sight. But he just kept smiling, he knew she could do it.

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localnerdforsteveharrington · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Hey guys, here's another post about kinktober. For those that would like for me to do fics/blurbs for each day, please can you send me different kink so that I can create a post with them alongside any tropes that might be used as well.

Reminder of the fandoms I would like to write for:

marvel cinematic universe

stranger things

criminal minds

grishaverse

miss peregrine's home for peculiar children

marauders era

bridgerton

american horror story

Extras:

Mattheo Riddle

Stiles Stilinski

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kaylahasficrecs · 2 years

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fic rec #3

➝ Stranger Things

eddie munson smut blurb (eddie munson x reader) by @unsheath

eddie munson headcanons (eddie munson x reader) by @annikin-annotates

souls entwined (eddie munson x reader) by @softtdaisy

cold nights (eddie munson x reader) by @eddiemunsonswhxre

sweet thing (eddie munson x reader smut) by @say-al0e

prized possession (eddie munson x reader) by @kaylawritesfics

friendship bracelets blurb (steve harrington x reader) by @luveline

leftovers (steve harrington x reader) by @damnedparker

tell me you love me (steve harrington x reader) by @ladylannisterxo

dating chrissy and robin (chrissy cunningham x reader x robin buckley) by @moonlane

love and other arts (peter ballard x reader) by @lovetohate001

colour me in (peter ballard x reader) by @lovetohate001

i’ll bring you the sun as daisies (peter ballard x reader) by @lovetohate001

nightmare (peter ballard x reader) by @114danix

➝ Twilight

aftercare with jasper and alice (jasper hale x reader x alice cullen) by @simpfordemetri

twilight preference: reader owns a cat by @finger-me-abby-anderson

alice crushing on you (alice cullen x reader) by @bluetintcore

window shopping with jasper (jasper hale x reader) by @mrcowboyhale

midnight kisses (jasper hale x reader) by @joelsgeetar

protective jasper hale drabble (jasper hale x reader) by @joelsgeetar

➝ Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

jace herondale nsfw alphabet (jace herondale x reader) by @starfirette

➝ Fear Street

tommy slater x reader by @porkbumh

➝ Jamie Campbell Bower

she’s in good hands (jamie campbell bower x reader) by @luv4yuri

#fic rec 3 #fic rec lists #stranger things fic recs #twilight fic recs #mortal instruments city of bones fic recs #fear street fic recs #jamie campbell bower fic recs

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4rlbym · 2 years

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— STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST ☆

warnings : nsfw content

: ̗̀➛ STEVE HARRINGTON

Drunk - Steve Harrington x F!Reader (NSFW)

Just a lil nsfw head cannon about everyone's favorite babysitter.

: ̗̀➛ PETER BALLARD (001)

Sub!Peter Ballard x F!Reader Drabble (NSFW)

subby peter begging you to let him fuck you.

Nightmare Peter Ballard x F!Reader

Peter comforting you after a nightmare you had that night

: ̗̀➛ EDDIE MUNSON

Jealous Headcanons Eddie Munson x F!Reader

just a few silly jealous eddie munson headcanons

: ̗̀➛ JONATHAN BYERS

coming soon

: ̗̀➛ BILLY HARGROVE

coming soon

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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PAIRING: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Stranger Things

WORDS: 908

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You've been watching him for months since you took the job. Just something you couldn't shake and something you really wanted to explore. You could never figure out why or what had caused this need and urge for him; it was just this loin quivering need. Maybe it was his hands, how he spoke, or knowing that deep down, he was this powerful man who could rip you in half just by looking at you. Whatever it was, today was the day you find out.

What you lacked in realizing was that he also noticed you. Of course, it was hard not to you were always so polite to Peter, saying hello, light touches on his arm, a soft stare, a sweet smile, offering to eat your lunch with him. He took notes on this, and truth be told, he was just as curious.

"Hello, Peter." you smile as he approaches you in the hall.

"Good Afternoon, Y/N. Follow me, please." He smirks.

Without any hesitation, you turn as he passes you. Practically on his heels, he turns down a hall that is never used, and your brow arches.

"Where are we going, Peter?" You ask.

"Stupid girl, don't ask questions." he tells you. Your brow furrows, but then you think it isn't so bad. Shrugging, you give a small smile and a soft chuckle.

As you make another turn, he reaches behind him, grabs your wrist, spins you to face him, and backs you into a hidden corner out of view of the main path. With a slight tilt of his head and a tiny twitch of his right eye, he looks you over.

"Such a stupid, curious, girl you are."

"What?"

"Don't act like I'm obvlious to what you want."

"What is this?"

"You know exactly what this is, stupid girl."

You lick your lips and clear your throat. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're getting at, Peter."

"I know what you want."

Looking over you, his fingers brush against the skirt of your dress. Tilting his head, he chuckles.

"As suspected, stupid girl, you're not wearing any panties. You never do. Don't think I don't notice." he steps closer to you. "Such a needy, desperate, slut you are." He moves his hand a little further to the edge of your skirt, and his finger grazes your thigh. "Such a touch-starved whore."

Your leg presses against his fingers, and you bite the lower corner of your lip and nod your head a bit, your breathing picks up, and your eyes search his face. What were you looking for and fuckin Christ he wasn't far off. You were touch-starved, and you would be anything he wanted you to be. Feeling his hand slide up your inner thigh he reaches your warm, wet, desperate center and he shakes his head tisking.

"My my, look what we have here..." He pulls his fingers out and looks over your face sticking them in your mouth. "So wet, and I haven't even done anything yet. Stupid, desperate, little whore you are." You look over his face as you lick and suck on his fingers a little more before he pulls them from your mouth and slips his fingers back between your lower lips.

His fingers begin to work your swollen bud as you let out a soft whimper and a shiver. Your hips move slightly as he moves his thigh between your legs, placing his hand against his leg you move your hips a little more. With a soft growl, you look over him and bite your lip. A soft nod of his head and you press your hips against his palm and feel as he slips his middle and ring finger into you, almost as if hooking you in place. You move your hips just enough to feel his fingers slip against your entrance and your clit rubbing against his palm. You tremble.

"Are you a desperate whore?" He asks and you nod.

"You dream of this don't you, stupid girl?" He asks and you nod.

"Are you dead brained, stupid girl?" He asks and you nod, your hips moving faster.

"You enjoy being a needy whore, don't you stupid girl?" He asks and you nod letting out a soft moan feeling yourself getting closer.

"Stupid girl, you can't finish yet..." You whimper.

Moving his leg from between yours he steps closer, his hand between your legs, his thumb working your bud as his fingers dive a little deeper into you. You gasp and grip at his shoulders, your knees shake, your breath wavers, your eyes close, your head falls against his chest, and your insides shake.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" You are close to a scream and you take in a deep breath. "Oh fuck!" You begin to feel your finish begin and clench tightly around his fingers as if holding it.

"Are you my stupid desperate whore?"

"Oh, absolutely."

"Then you may finish."

Without a shadow of a second, you let out a heavy FUCK and your entire body shakes. He pulls his fingers from you and licks them before he places them in your mouth and looks at you with a soft smile.

"Just what the doctor ordered stupid girl. I will see you again, I'm sure, the second dose is in 4 hours. Don't be late, and remember... you're a desperate whore." He says, and all you can do is nod and watch him walk away.

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steddiehickeys · 2 years

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☾ eddie munson

crushing on / dating eddie hcs (fluff) (gn! reader)

☾ steve harrington

none yet!

☾ billy hargrove

making billy jealous (smut 18+) (fem! reader)

☾ nancy wheeler

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☾ robin buckley

edge of seventeen (smut 18+) (fem! reader)

☾ jim hopper

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☾ dimitri antonov

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☾ jonathan byers

be my mistake (angst) (gn! reader)

jonathan eating u out (smut 18+) (fem! reader)

☾ 001 / peter ballard / henry creel

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other

☾ kurt kunkle

kurt jerking off to u on live <3 (drabble) (gn! reader)

☾ walter “keys” mckey

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runawayolives · 2 years

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White man in 1985

Pairing: Peter Ballard x reader

Warnings: 80s period typical misogyny. Based on Bo Burnham's song, 1985.

Summary: Peter and Y/N both had terrible days, being new in Hawkins is not as easy as they planned it would.

Word count: About 3.2k

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Since the three of you started living in Hawkins as a family, you had already managed to form a routine. You would wake up at around six, shower, get dressed, and go downstairs for breakfast. By the tie you sat at the kitchen table, El was rubbing the sleep off her eyes, and Peter was making breakfast with messy hair and an apron on top of his pajamas. After breakfast, you would get all the documents you needed, kiss the two of them goodbye, and walk out the door. You would drive to the firm and be there from nine to five.

Peter and El, had a different routine. Your husband would wake up with the shower's sound turning off and go into your daughter’s room to wake her up. El was a morning person, contrary to her two adoptive parents, which made the routine easier for Peter. Once the girl woke up, or more or less, she would drowsily go down the stairs and wait patiently at the table in the kitchen, excited for her serving of Eggo waffles. Peter and EL would both get a kiss goodbye and be left in the house alone.

Because El was being homeschooled until both adults saw it was safe for her to go to the town’s middle school, she and Peter would spend the day together. On Wednesdays, they would go shopping and practice math and percentages and once they got the receipt, they would do some easy algebra at home. El enjoyed going to the supermarket. On Wednesday mornings, the store would be practically empty, and she would get to spend some time with her dad. The young girl did notice that as time progressed, more people would come in on their day, especially Karen Wheeler, their neighbor next door. El liked Karen, she was nice and would let Mike and her play as long as they wanted.

Peter had other opinions about her, but wouldn’t voice them out loud in front of his adoptive daughter, considering she was still getting on on social cues and she got along a lot with the Wheeler’s only son.

The Ballard father-daughter duo were wandering around the fruit aisle, deciding what would be cool for the fruit salad they wanted to make after hearing a story about you making them with your siblings growing up.

“What about grapefruit.” Peter looked at where Eleven was squinting to see the small name of the product.

“We got that once for your mom, remember? She said it tasted like orange juice and toothpaste?” Your husband doubted the young girl forgot. After a failed recommendation from one of Karen Wheeler’s friends, something about a grapefruit diet, El had been excited to get her mom one of those, just because Mrs. Carlson had made them sound so fantastic. Once you tried them, you described the taste with a smile, not wanting to bum the girl. The morning after the grapefruit incident, Eleven was excited to try the magical taste of orange juice and toothpaste. You and Peter would never forget the face of the little girl after she took a big sip from the glass of freshly made orange juice Peter had made that morning.

After swallowing, El hugged you and apologized for making you eat the fruit. You laughed it off and assured her you didn’t feel forced to do anything, and that you enjoyed the new experience.

“True.” Peter grabbed a few apples and showed them to the young girl, who gave him a nod of approval.

“Oh, you’re getting fruits! So fun, I recommend the grapefruits.” They both turned around to look at the newcomer, a one and only Mrs. Wheeler.

“Mommy thinks they taste like toothpaste and orange juice.” The older woman looked quickly at the Eleven and then turned to look back at her attractive neighbor.

“Oh, well, I completely recommend them.” El walked away to grab some oranges she had seen, leaving Peter and Karen alone, or at least out of earshot. “So, Peter, how’s the babysitting going?” Your husband looked at your neighbor quizzically, not understanding her question.

“What babysitting?”

“You know, taking care of Elaine?”

“It’s not babysitting when you’re the parent, right?” Karen giggled softly, not knowing how to go from there.

“Well, you know, mothers know best, fathers just follow.” Karen gripped the cart harder, nervous under Peter’s strong gaze.

“Mrs. Wheeler, I don’t know how you do it in your home, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t question our methods.”

“I’m just wondering, how would you know what’s best for your child when that is your wife’s job? You should be the lawyer, she should be with Elaine.” Eleven came back with even more fruits than just the oranges, which marked the end of the uncomfortable conversation.

“We’ll see you around Mrs, Wheeler.”

Peter had heard comments like this before, and he knew he would hear them many times again. It was not easy for him to do this transition, not at all. He had been in the lab for a bit more than 20 years, since the thing with his family. He didn’t have the 80s social mentality, yet he was more progressive than the majority of Hawkins.

When he and Y/n were planning their escape from the lab, she explained the plans after they got out. The job she had already gotten at the firm, and how he would stay with El at home until she was okay to go to school with all of the kids with normal upbringings. Peter was not comfortable at the beginning with the idea of him not working, maybe even you having a job. But after he thought about it more that night, he realized that he met you while you were working, so it made no sense for him not to be okay with you not working. And him staying at home taking care of El and the house, teaching her the basics to integrate into the middle school was as noble as any other job.

Thanks to him being a stay-at-home dad, he would help El adapt during this scary transition, and at the same time give himself some time for adaptation also. Getting in the lab in ‘59 and not leaving until 83 was going to need a lot of getting used to. And he wouldn’t have the space for that personal and mental growth if he was working at some job he wouldn’t even like that much. Peter would like to work on something psychology-related, but from what he had been able to read at the public library was that he would need a college certificate for any of the jobs. Apparently being locked in a lab for two decades wasn’t enough training.

He had told you about this, and you had been supportive. You had started setting some money aside to be able to pay for Peter’s college education, which he would get once El started school. He had also gone to the High School psychologist, to get some directions on where to start in his free time and what he would need to get a similar job to hers. The studies were a few, and they took a few years, but after El got into school, he would have enough free time to attend classes and still be able to take care of the majority of the house chores.

None of this was easy for Peter, but he liked to put things into perspective every time he felt underwhelmed. And the perspective was simple: He had married an amazing woman and had adopted an amazing girl that every day were teaching him how to be a better person, how to love and be loved.

…

For you, the moment you stepped foot on the firm, the onslaught of old-fashioned mentality was already brewing. Hawkins being a small town implied that everyone knew who you and Peter were, especially with your interesting home dynamic.

The moment your boss interviewed you, Mr. Harrington was impressed with your resumé, or better said, with your Harvard Law diploma. The moment he shook your hand when you were leaving, your future boss said: “We’re looking forward to working with you, Miss Y/LN. Is your fiancé also going to apply to work here?” You kindly smiled and said that he didn’t go to law school.

The connection made sense. Or better said you could follow Mr. Harriongton’s train of thought. You could only be engaged to a man that was the same or better than you academically. Why would a man want to marry a woman with better education and/or job? That could only be emasculation, for your wife to be the breadwinner in the relationship. Surely your fiance would have gotten an education at two Ivys or had been valedictorian when he graduated from Harvard.

Once you started working, the scandal of your marriage became the biggest gossip topic since who knows when. Because of this, the partners and other lawyers didn’t shy away from comments that weren’t acceptable in the workplace, and outside of it. Comments and the regular invitation to cheat on your husband, to spend some time with a “real man”. When things like this happened, sometimes even from your boss, you would wonder how is it that they could later show up and look at their wives in the eyes. Something along the lines of, “hey honey, (you were sure they didn’t thank their wives for anything) shitty casserole, oh, guess what? I asked my younger coworker to sleep with me. Goodnight.”

But today, oh, today was incredible.

It started with the morning meetings, where they announced the new partner of the firm. As usual, they hadn’t waited for you to come to start. Although, maybe that was better, considering the first 20 minutes of every meeting were discussions of “men things”, things you weren’t supposed to form part of. This time, you only had to sit through five minutes of it, sadly, you didn’t save yourself from inhaling more cigarette smoke than your aunt Fillis had smoked in her life. Once Mr. Harrington stood up, the nightmare began.

“First things first. I’m proud to announce that Ed is the new partner of our firm. Ed, you did a bitching job with the Emmerson’s case, that intimidation technique you used on their pussy ass lawyers was on spot.” Mr. Harrington, after this amazing news, poured himself a glass of scotch and drank it in a go. At 9.30 p.m. on a Wednesday. After some other announcements for the morning, you were all dismissed.

“Mrs. Ballard, please come to my office, there are some things we have to go over.” It took you a lot of willpower not to throw your files at your boss's face, considering all of the brilliant things he had said first thing in the morning.

Emmerson’s case, that was all of your doing, as always. Dear Ed had awful evidence, that was more incriminating for your client than favorable. If it weren’t for you, you would have ended up in court, and only losers go to court. It was sad to admit that you weren’t surprised that your hard work was recognized as some white man’s. This morning you felt bold, so you acted boldly.

“Don’t you think it’s interesting that every case that hasn’t gone to court and that we’ve won was done by me and someone else?” You sat down after your statement, and your boss raised his gaze from his cigar to look at you.

“Of course not. I’m smart enough to see patterns.” You rose an eyebrow, knowing something was going to follow that. “But, I’m smart enough not to give you the promotion, but to your partner in the case.” You leaned back into your seat, knowing that you had to get ready to listen to bull crap.

“How does that logic work?”

“Y/N, I know you are our best lawyer. Everyone in the firm knows. But it’s not a good image, not good at all.” Mr. Harrington then poured himself another glass of scotch. “We would lose a lot of rep if our best lawyer was female, you have to understand.”

“So instead of giving me some kind of recognition, you award my partner. Why?” Mr. Harrington stood up and gripped the armrests of your chair.

“I cannot give you the recognition, so I give it to your partner. But I know it’s for you, and you know it’s for you.”

“I didn’t know that was recognition, and how is that fair?” Your boss backed down under your fiery gaze. “You’re rewarding mediocrity and ignoring my hard work. You need me, you know your other lawyers don’t even reach above average. I’m the one fixing your so-called rep.” You knew Mr. Harrington was aware of all of this, but you also knew that he hired you expecting your husband to join the firm.

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?” You raised your head to look at your boss with more defiance. “I want recognition and an ounce of respect. I want a decent desk, and to stop being treated like a secretary.” This is when you got arrogant, you could say. “ I want these requests to be met, or I will happily work for someone else.”

“Okay.” Mr. Harrington looked fairly calm, considering the outburst you had just shown. “Five more cases won and you’ll have your own office. Ten, you’ll get a promotion. Twenty, you’ll get to be a partner. in a year.”

“Done.”

…

Once you left his office, you met Ed at the door. The little mf had an arrogant smirk plastered on his stupid face.

“So, how does it feel to have worked on a case with a partner?”

“Underwhelming.” You walked away, fast enough to not soak in that much of his glare.

After some tie looking over your files on the new case. You had piled up a few of the books in the meeting room that had some information you would need. Ed, magnanimous as always, walked straight to your cluttered desk, took three of them, and walked away.

“Mr. Roberts, I was using those. I would appreciate it if you would put them back on my desk.” You pulled your reading glasses off to look at the new partner intensely, not ready for immature behavior.

“Mrs. Ballrd, are you at that time of the month? Stop being a bitch.” You could tell Edward Roberts was getting nervous under your gaze. Peter had affectionately called it your serious mom gaze. According to him, you already had one, your intimidating lawyer glare. The difference was easy, one was designated for children, and the other one for people you found challenging in your professional field. Roberts, for obvious reasons, got the mom one.

“I’m not your mother, I’m not your wife nor your daughter. You can treat them however you feel like, but I demand respect. I am your equal, and if I ask you to return the book I was using, I expect you to follow my request.” You were speaking slowly, loudly, and clearly. Your whole demeanor resembled intimidation and control.

“I don’t know how you do it at home with that pussy of a husband, but I am your superior, and you should keep that in mind.”

“I don’t think your wife would appreciate hearing about your frequent meetings at the gentlemen’s club and those phone calls you like to make after lunch.” You tilted your head to the side, mockingly making a concerned face. “I would gladly represent her for the divorce case. Considering you’re such an amazing lawyer, you’ll do fine.”

“I can get you fired for this.”

Ed set the books down and walked away, muttering something bout getting respect fucked into you right. You turned around to look at Mr. Harrington’s office, who proudly smiled at you. Your turned around and proceeded as if you hadn’t been interrupted.

…

Once home, you took your high heels off and threw them as far as you could, making a mental note to pick them up later. El ran to the garage entrance to say hi, and you kissed her forehead. Peter then joined the two of you. You kissed him too, smiling when you heard El’s small noise of disgust. The first weeks you were a family, Eleven live to see her new parents love each other, but after too many afternoons spent with the neighbor and his friends, she had decided to fake disgust.

Peter then hugged El closer to him and kissed her forehead. “Is it still ew, young lady?” El looked up at her dad, a bashful smile on her face.

“No.” Her response was a small whisper, but you both heard it nonetheless. El adored the floor Peter walked on, and you lived to see moments like this happening to your little family. Especially after all the events, you went through regularly.

“Honey, I need wine during dinner.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

“Believe me, after today, me too.”

…

After dinner, you and Peter lay in bed together, in silence, basking in each other's presence.

“I love you. I want you to know I wouldn’t change anything in our family.” You knew Peter said this, more to himself than to you. You could get a fair idea of what had happened today, and decided to wait until he was comfortable enough to tell you about it. Or less mentally drained, better said.

“I love you too. You’re such a great partner, so supportive. Brave, confident, patient. The list can go on. I see you, Peter, and I know this isn’t the easiest for you. I’m so grateful for your efforts and resilience.” You shifted closer to him. “I know we hear loads of shit every day about our family. But if I had the chance to change how my life went, if I had the chance to decide again to work or not at the lab, I would choose the lab, a million times. Just because I know you and El were there.” Your arm went around his waist, noses touching.

“You’re always complimenting me. But I see you too, Y/N. I see how you work day and night to guarantee we’re stable. How you make an effort to make time for your job and us. How you always make sure El and I are okay before you can relax. I see all of this, and I couldn’t be more grateful to you.” Peter pulled a strang of your hair behind your ear. “If it wasn’t for you, El and I would still be stuck in that lab, and we wouldn’t have this amazing family.” He kissed you softly, stroking your cheek. I can’t say I don’t feel like I’m dragging you down, I can’t say I don’t know you can do better. But knowing this makes me realize that if you stay with me, the useless husband that can’t maintain his wife and daughter, then you must love me deeply and truly.” You twirled one of his wavy strands.

“Love, you’re the only one for me.” You turned the bedroom light off and hugged your husband until you couldn’t stand the body heat anymore.

AN: Thank you for reading this installment of the First-day series, I hope you enjoyed it. If you have a request or ask, feel free to send them to my inbox, I love to see what people think and want to see in other parts.

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Illusion

Word Count: 1,431

Pairing: Vecna x fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of blood and mention/flashback death of children of Hawkins lab

This was it. This was the place where Vecna resided. Though you’ve always known him to be Peter at Hawkins Lab, that wasn’t his real name. It was just another one of his aliases to throw people off, his real name is Henry Creel.

Standing in front of the abandoned Creel house made it all feel surreal. Somewhere in there was Peter. He will always be Peter to you because even though it was a persona he took on, he was nice and caring at one point in his life. He would deny it now but some things you just can’t fake even for a villain.

Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie all accompanied you into the house where they pointed up towards the attic.

Your heart began to race as you took quiet steps inside. It had been many years since you’d laid eyes on him. The anticipation of seeing him again made you nervous.

He wasn’t who you thought he was. He wasn’t who you remembered him to be.

There were so many unanswered questions you had. This was the person who taught you to hone in on your gifts when Papa couldn’t. He was a mentor and a friend. So that left you conflicted about who he was then and who he’s become now.

In the years that have passed, you’ve learned how to control your special abilities.

You’ve become a protector of those he’s tried taking. Just as he made them relive their greatest fear and break down their spirit, you’ve been able to show those the good memories to focus on rather than the bad. It’s that very focus that’s been helping them fight. Saving their lives.

Peter knows that someone’s been saving them but it made you wonder if he knew it was you.

Once you all made it to the attic that’s when you saw everyone’s lights shining bright in usion. That’s when you took a deep breath and sat down across from the spot where he was in his realm.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly. Once you closed your eyes you cleared your mind until you could feel a touch of coldness making goosebumps appear on your skin.

You opened your eyes quickly knowing that you were in the Upside Down. Just as soon as you looked up so did he. You stood taking in his appearance becoming what he’s inflicted on others. He was this grotesque creature that looked nothing like he did before.

Just standing there with no more than a few feet between you both you can feel the power radiating everywhere. Almost enhanced in some sort of way as he was connected to a splay of tentacles.

“Look at what you’ve become.” You shook your head in disappointment. “You could’ve been so much more had you not been so selfish and cruel.”

There was a deep groaning coming from him.

“You can’t save them all.” He spoke with a chilling voice that demanded power. The tentacles that were connected to him began to depart from his body one by one.

“Maybe not, but I’ll always try. You go after the tormented and break their spirit enough to weaken their mind so you can invade. You’re so convinced that you’re their savior but you’re the monster, Peter.”

Once he was free of his confines he sauntered towards you. It was menacing for sure but you wouldn’t let fear take over.

He reached out and grabbed your arm making you lose your breath for a moment. There was a blinding flash of white light that you closed your eyes from before opening them. That’s when you realized Peter was in your mind but not only that, he took you back to Hawkins Lab. Where it all began.

As you looked all around recalling the place his familiar voice spoke regularly.

“I assume this is the form you prefer.”

You saw him outside the double white doors into the hall. He was as he used to be. A tall attractive man who looked innocent. The person who you used to call a friend.

“I knew you best like this,” you spoke sadly. He was trying to illicit a reaction out of you so you tried to gather your wits and push all of that back.

“I sense sadness in you. All for me.” He walked closer with his hands folded in front of himself. “You can always stay here.”

He spoke so nonchalant and soothingly that you realized that this was how he fooled everyone. By pretending to make it seem like everything was all right when it clearly wasn’t.

“Trapped in my own mind until I go insane? No, thanks.”

He looked down and smiled. “You suffer out there in the real world that you choose to live in. You don’t have to be stuck in your mind. I’m free where I reside.” He looked up and looked at you intensely. “You’re welcome to join me. To be free just as I am. I can teach you more than you know now.”

He tried to touch your face but you stepped back.

You shook your head. “You can’t sway me to join you.”

“We would be an unstoppable force and you know it.” This time as he spoke, it wasn’t as soft as before. It became serious.

“I don’t believe you were always like this. I think you killed everyone you knew because you were feeling something.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“No.”

“They would make you smile and laugh,” you stated referring to the children.

“Lies.”

“You enjoyed being around them but you thought they were making you weak because you felt something you hadn’t before. Isn’t that why your mother was your first victim? Because a mother’s love is unconditional.”

Henry grabbed you and pulled you close to him. He had a tight grip on you as he tried making the room appear bloody with the bodies of your fallen brothers and sisters. You tried fighting off his intrusion by not looking at what he wanted you to see.

So to get back at him you brought your two fingers up to his forehead and stunned him with the images you were showing him.

His grip fell as his body stood entirely still, lax. Only his head was up as you continued to show him images of when the others would have fun with him. His body twitched as you felt him trying to fight you off but it only empowered you to hold on.

Images of him encouraging the others to try their best kept on. He was their number one supporter and teacher. He gave them hope to push on and challenge themselves even when they didn’t believe it.

“You had a heart, Peter. You still do. Don’t try fighting it.”

He began to laugh then it morphed into something darker, sinister. “You think you can stop me? I’m the one who taught you and I didn’t teach you everything I know.” His eyes opened and he gripped both of your arms rendering your mobility to escape. “Not even the brightest of souls can save me from the salvation I’ll deliver into your world.”

You wanted to yell at him. To save him but he seemed to have read your thoughts as he brought you closer. The beautiful man’s face shifted into the creature he’s become now. His once vibrant blue eyes started to turn cloudy until there was no color left but an empty, milky white, void of any life.

Then his body began to change color and the veiny tentacles began to take shape into his body into the very monstrous being he’s become. The illusion of Hawkin’s Lab faded until you were back into the old Creel house. “This is what I am.” His deep voice spoke. “You and your friends can’t stop what’s coming.”

He dropped his hold on you completely as you fell onto the floor with your palms splayed out to brace the fall. The group surrounded you asking if you were all right but you were speechless. A deep sadness began to coil around your heart. You saved every person that you could with a touch of good memories but Peter had been unaffected. He couldn’t be saved. He was beyond it.

The memory of who he was before was what you chose to believe he could be but you knew deep down it was an act he fooled everyone into despite what was real. In the end, he still killed. But why did it feel that you’ve failed him?

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