#001 x fem!reader

[honeybadgerwritings]

Every Step You Take

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

Requested: Hi there! First I wanted to express how in love I am with your work! I honestly think you're an amazing writer and that your works are bliss istg! ♡ I just read that you're closing your requests and I wanted to see if I could leave one, if you don't wanna answer it it's okay I understand ♡I wanted to request a Peter Ballard x fem reader (if you want the reader can be one of Brenner's kids but ofc the reader's of age) with the prompts 1, 9 in fluff,  22 and 23 in smut, 19 and 25 in angst, all from him and in the order you want!

Summary: Chaos erupts in Hawkins lab. What’s happens when your close friend Peter is the reason why?

Warnings: Heavy Mentions of Blood, Gore, Violence, Death, Manipulation, Claustrophobia, Panic Attacks, Smut, Age-Gap, Oral (Fem Receiving), Fingering, Edging If You Squint.

Please Please Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: The reader is 18+ in this fic. If I had to give her an actual age I would say roughly 21-22. Peter is roughly 28-29. Any sexual acts are fully consensual. This is also tagged as Dark!Peter, and while that is true, it’s mostly just regular Peter, because he himself is a walking red flag, and his character is already very dark. Just wanted to make that known.

Prompts:

1. “I want you by my side.”

9. “Just trust me alright?”

19. “I know you’re mad at me, but I’m only doing this to protect you.”

22. “So good for me, look at how much you came.”

23. “Where did this attitude come from hm?”

25. “Please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

This is not yet edited, I will get to it ASAP

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⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️

Please read the Author’s Note and Warnings above before continuing!!! Thank you!

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Chaos.

If there’s one word you could pick to describe the situation you’re currently in, that would be the word to choose.

Everything around you is in utter chaos.

Alarms are blaring, the fluorescent lights over head are flickering, screaming echoes from somewhere throughout the building, and everyone is tumbling past you. It’s all a blur of white uniforms and clicking heels as someone shoves you out of their way. They’re all more concerned for their own safety than yours, as you stand there, utterly clueless, in your hospital gown.

This doesn’t upset you though. In all honesty you’re not really worried about yourself either; If it comes down to it, you’d use your powers for protection. The only thing you’re actually worried about right now is finding him.

Finding Peter.

Peter is your….friend? Companion? You’re not really sure to be honest. All you know is that the two of you had grown close in recent months, bonding over shared experiences with loneliness. You both found solitude in each other, and he made sure you knew that you could always come to him for help, advice, or comfort.

And you did, almost every day in fact.

Being so much older than all of the kids easily made you an outcast amongst them. They didn’t disrespect you at all, in fact they’re all borderline terrified of you, but that didn’t stop the exclusion. Papa never really acknowledged you anymore, other than when he needed to run some tests, and all of the workers treated you like you were five. You were so lonely and had no one to talk to for a long time, spending most nights wandering the halls instead of being alone with your thoughts in your room.

It wasn’t until you had first bumped into him in the hall about a year ago that you even knew of his presence. He’d been so kind and gentle with you that day, helping you up from the ground and guiding you back to your room.

“How did you even manage to sneak out?” He’d asked, and you’d been forced to meekly explain that after many freak outs, Papa instructed workers to leave your door open a crack every night.

You’re insanely claustrophobic, and your room really doesn’t help. You don’t have control over the lights, so it’s almost always dark in there, and it’s such a small, confined space that it makes it hard for you to breathe.

You’d expected him to roll his eyes and scoff like every other person who’d heard the story, but he didn’t. He threw his head back with a laugh, joking that you must have caused a lot of trouble to get Papa to agree to something like that.

He wasn’t far off, but you didn’t feel like going into detail.

He’d guided you into your room, and waited for you to get situated in bed before wishing you goodnight with a wink, and leaving the door open a crack.

The whole interaction left you both flustered and confused, wondering why this absolute stranger had such an effect on you, and why he spoke to you with kindness instead of authority like everyone else did.

You began to notice his presence more often after that. He would always offer to play chess with you in the rainbow room if you seemed bored, sometimes he’d be the one to deliver lunch and dinner to your room, and on occasion he would stay and chat with you for a few minutes.

“On occasion” quickly turned into most times, and “a few minutes” turned into an hour or two. He was easy to befriend, an you both had plenty in common. He made you feel safe, and warm, and dare you say even loved. He’d promised to always be there for you and protect you, and he’d kept that promise. Any time you were threatened with a punishment or put in harms way by another child, he would stick up for you, keep you safe.

So you can’t help but feel like it’s your turn.

Gunshots ring out somewhere in the distance, and you flinch as the screaming around you becomes louder. Another person bumps your shoulder, and this time you’re knocked onto your ass. You groan, covering your head with your arms as you attempt to protect yourself from getting trampled. You’re surrounded by a stampede of incompetent assholes who’ve bossed you around your whole life, and honestly you’re starting to feel more annoyed than scared.

Finally after a few moments the screaming subsides, and you’re left alone in an empty hallway, sitting in the middle of the floor. You shake your head, beginning to pull your aching body up from the ground, until you pause. You hear footsteps coming from the hallway to your right.

You take a moment to listen, registering their movement. They’re not quick paced, scattered, or scared like everyone else. These ones are calm, collected, menacing even. And of course, they’re headed right towards you.

You barely have any time to register this observation before the person rounds the corner in front of you. You make eye contact with them and the tense feeling in your chest dissipates, your shoulders immediately relaxing with a sigh. It’s just Peter.

For a second, he has a wild, crazy look in his eyes, but then it flickers to confusion with furrowed brows, then fear. He’s tense, more tense than you’ve ever seen him. “What are you doing out here?” He sounds frantic, like he didn’t expect to see you here, in this building, that you’ve never left.

“Uhh-” you’re cut off as he lifts you up from the ground by your arm. You yelp, but not in pain, more in surprise than anything as he half escorts, half drags you down the hallway with him. “You’re supposed to be in your room.” He sounds like he’s scolding you.

“I was, until I heard gunshots and screaming. They don’t latch my door Peter, you know that-” you remember the chaos that had surrounded you moments ago, “Hey what’s going on?” He doesn’t respond, whipping his head around as if he’s looking for something, “Peter.” You try again, desperately waiting for an answer.

He only grunts in response, leaving your question unanswered once again. You quickly become fed up, as he drags you down empty hallway after empty hallway. Eventually you pull your arm from his grasp in annoyance, backing away from him. He spins to face you, attempting to snatch your arm but you step back, dodging him.

“Stop it! What the hell is the matter with you? What’s going on?”

He tries to grab your arm again, failing.

“Peter!”

“I’m trying to protect you!” He finally spits out, and your eyebrows furrow, bottom lip beginning to tremble at his tone.

“Protect me from what? Peter, please, you’re scaring me. What’s happening?” His eyes soften significantly as your face falls, and he steps closer to you, lacing his fingers through yours. His thumb delicately strokes the back of your hand and you sniffle, absolutely lost.

“I know, I know you’re scared. But I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He glances around once again as if to make sure the coast is clear, before looking back down at you, “Just trust me alright?”

You shouldn’t have nodded as quickly as you did. You should have held out a little longer, pestered him with more questions, and refused to go with him until he provided you with the answers that you so desperately wanted. But this was Peter, he’d never given you a reason not to trust him, so how could you start now?

“Good girl.” He squeezes your hand in response before turning on his heel, and dragging you with him. You have very little time to process the affect those words have on you before you slam into his back. He’d stopped abruptly, listening for something. You can’t help but listen too, hearing many sets of footsteps heading down the hall in your direction.

“Shit.” He curses, before quickly pulling you into a room off to the right. He shuts the door behind him, leaving the two of you in almost pitch black, the only lighting coming from the small glass panel on the door. You stay completely silent as the footsteps rush past you. In all honesty they sound like guards. But why would you being hiding from the guards?

He turns to you once they pass, gripping your wrists firmly in his hands to gather your full attention. “I need you to listen to me,” he speaks in a hushed tone and you nod, “I’m going to go back out.”

Your brows feel like they’ve just been permanently furrowed in confusion, because why in the actual fuck would he want to go back out there? You feel yourself shaking your head before he can even finish his explanation.

“No…no you can’t Peter.” He releases your wrists, gently cupping your face in his hands.

“I’m going to go back out there,” he repeats slowly, “and you’re going to stay here.” You almost burst out laughing at that. You? Stay here? Absolutely not.

“No.” You shake your head, “No way- not happening. At least let me go with you, I can protect you!” You try to reason and he chuckles, like you had just said something so unbelievably adorable and he found it endearing.

“I appreciate the thought darling but I don’t need you putting yourself in harms way. I can protect myself.” You cross your arm’s defiantly, twisting your head out of his grip.

“Well if you leave, I’m sure as hell not staying-” you glance around, trying to figure out exactly where the two of you are. It looks like another bedroom, which is the last place you want to stay, and he must know that, “-in here!”

He sighs, backing away from you and towards the door. “Please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

You’re staring to become angry now. Angry that he thinks he can keep you in here. Angry that he thinks that this situation is more difficult for him than it is for you. Angry that he’s not giving you any information other than the fact that you “need to trust him.”

“If you leave this room I’m coming with you, end of story. Now get out of my way.” You huff, wishing he would stop trying to boss you around. You try to push past him to get to the door but he doesn’t budge. You try again and still, nothing. With the way he’s looking at you he almost seems amused, and that pisses you off.

You extend your arm, ready to shove him to the side with your powers, but before you’re even given the chance, you’re slammed up against the wall, being held up by nothing but air. It knocks the wind out of you and you wheeze, looking up at him in shock.

What the fuck?

“Do not-” he looks irritated, the wild look in his eyes returning as he steps towards you, fingers reaching out to firmly grasp your chin, “Do not ever use your powers on me. Do you understand?” Your eyes widen and you nod frantically, regretting even thinking about it. This is not the Peter you know, and you’re afraid to set him off even further. So many questions run through your head, unable to process them all at once.

Is he just like you? How is he doing this? Is he going to hurt you? Are you going to be left here alone? What if-

He watches you carefully as you tremble under his touch, knowing that your brain must be moving a mile a minute. The last thing he wanted to do was reveal his powers to you like this, but he has no other choice. If you aren’t going to listen, he’s going to have to force you to. His hand slips from your chin to cradle your cheek, and you whimper in fear.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles apologetically, “I’m sorry but you give me no choice. I’m not letting you out there.” He slowly steps away from you, “I need to keep you safe.” He makes his way towards the door and your eyes widen.

“No- Peter don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare!” You’re angry, but your voice comes out frantic and scared. You attempt to flail your limbs in an effort to escape, but to no avail.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment, contemplating letting you come with him, but that thought quickly diminishes and he shakes his head. He knows you’d be even more upset if you knew what he’s about to do. He glances at you over his shoulder, “I’ll be back, I promise.”

The door shuts behind him and you drop to the ground, hard. Your knees smack on the tile, but you pay no mind as you scramble up towards the door. You try to tug on the handle but it doesn’t budge, as expected. You don’t even try to use your powers to open it, you know it won’t work, it never does. You pound your fists on the steel door, beginning to panic.

“No… no no no Peter please! Please don’t leave me here! I-I can’t- it’s dark and- I can’t do it- please!” Thankfully he’s still there, watching you with sad eyes through the glass panel.

“I know you’re mad at me, but I’m only doing this to protect you.”

You open your mouth to beg him again, but you’re cut off by the abrupt sound of yelling and gunshots. And just like that he’s gone from your view. You cry out, slamming your fists against the door until they’re bruised and bloody.

There’s no way. There’s no way any of this is actually happening right now. You pinch yourself, attempting to will the screams and gunshots away by waking up, but you don’t. This isn’t a dream, if anything it’s a living waking nightmare and you’re trapped in it.

Literally.

You bang on the door in one last attempt to be let out, before collapsing onto the floor in a heap of panic. It’s so loud, everything is so loud and the room is so small and you can’t fucking breathe. You find yourself scrambling back into the corner by the bed, covering your ears with your hands.

It feels like the room is closing in on you inch by inch, like you’re about to get crushed between the walls while the war outside rages on.

But then it stops. It all stops.

Not your panic, god no. If only it could be that easy, but you do hold your breath as everything outside the door— no everything in the facility stills. The screams have stopped, the echoing of bullets have faded, and all that’s left the sounds of your wheezing. You want to get up and peek outside the door but your legs aren’t exactly working right now.

But the silence must be a good thing right? Surely whatever caused the disturbance is gone?

All you can do is take deep breaths and hope that someone will find you soon, someone will come to your rescue and let you out of this godforsaken room. Those hopes however, are soon crushed as your eyes trail under the door, watching as blood begins to slowly seep under the crack.

Oh god.

Oh god.

Everything stopped,

Because everyone is dead.

Everyone is dead and nobody is ever going to know that you’re trapped in here. You’re going to be locked in this room forever, and nobody is ever going to find you. And Peter- Oh god what if he’s dead too?

A broken sob leaves your lips as you curl in on yourself, whole body trembling. You’re spiraling completely out of control, you can feel your heart hammering in your chest, against your ribs, in your throat, in your head. You can feel it in your ears, it doesn’t matter if you cover them, it doesn’t matter how hard you clench your jaw and push your hands against your ears, you can hear it.

Your breaths are quick, sharp— never really getting enough air. Your lungs burn. You feel dizzy. Fear clings to your chest, to your teeth, to your hands. You don’t even register the loud, broken cries that leave your mouth. Surely nobody will hear them anyway, what do you care?

Your vision blurs, fluttered and unfocused. Soon enough there are tears in your eyes, in your nose, in your throat. You’re crying, terrified, pulling the collar of your gown away from your skin, trying to get enough air in.

That’s how Peter finds you. He approaches the door carefully, wincing as he sees the body pressed up against the door, and hears your desperate cries from inside. He knows you’re claustrophobic, and he hated every second that he had to leave you in there, but once again, he had no choice.

He kicks the body of the guard away in disgust, before slowly pulling open the door. Light finally shines into the room, but you don’t even notice, too focused on trying not to pass out. He spots your trembling body in the corner, curled into the fetal position as you claw at your gown, trying to breathe properly.

“Oh sweetheart…” he sighs, stepping over the trail of blood leading into the room. Any other person would likely start panicking themselves after witnessing your state, but Peter has dealt with this a couple times before.

There was one time another orderly had gotten angry with you, and locked you in your room for the night. When Peter had found you the next morning, everything had been broken and likely thrown across the room. You had sat in the middle of it all in anguish, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks.

You hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep that night. He’d held you in his arms for roughly an hour that day, gently calming you down until you passed out from pure exhaustion. Peter was so angry. So angry that he wanted to kill that orderly with his bare hands for what he’d done to you.

Who could’ve known that it would eventually happen?

He gently kneels down in front of you, staying a few feet back as to not make you feel trapped. His eyes scan over your trembling form and he feels guilt wrack through his whole body. He begins to speak softly, trying to verbally pull you from your panic until you’re calm enough to be held,

“I know, I know you’re scared baby, but I’m here. Just breath and listen to my voice, I’m right here.“

Your face twists into one of confusion when you hear a voice. At first you think you’re imagining it, but it doesn’t go away. It’s muffled and far away, but then it gets louder, closer. In fact it’s beginning to sound like-

“You’re okay sweetheart.”

You snap your head up, tear-blurred eyes searching for the culprit like a deer in headlights, until they finally rest on the figure in front of you,

“P-Peter?” You choke out. It hardly sounds like your voice at all, it’s strangled and raw and it’s forced out between rapid breaths. He tries to hide the way he winces, providing you with a small smile instead, though you can hardly see it through your tears.

“It’s me darling.”

Normally he would have to ask you if you want to be held, but this time you don’t even give him the chance to. You quickly scramble up from your spot on the ground, before hurling yourself into his arms with a broken cry. Right now you don’t even care that he’s the reason you’re so distraught, you’re just glad that he’s okay.

He’s quick to wrap his body around yours, sitting against the wall and cradling you against him. You bury your face in the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, muffling your heartbreaking sobs, “I didn’t- I couldn’t- I thought you were d-de-”

He shushes you gently, cradling the back of your head as you weep into his neck. His other hand is placed on your back, his fingers slowly gliding up and down your spine.

“I’m okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” He turns, placing a kiss in your hair, “I need you to take some deep breaths for me though okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

You try your best to follow his instructions, struggling for the first few minutes, but he’s patient with you. He so patient with you, in fact, that he lets your tears and snot stain his shirt. Though in hindsight that’s not saying much, considering it’s already covered in blood.

You finally manage to suck in a breath, and he praises you, continuing to guide you through it until your breathing is finally back on track. Your tears haven’t quite subsided yet as you pull back from his grip to face him, hands resting around his neck.

“W-why did you leave me?” You sniffle, “You know I can’t- I hate-” you can’t even get the words out before another sob wracks through your body.

“Shhh…” He pulls you back towards him, cradling your face in his hands as he rests his forehead against yours, “I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to leave you here, but I had no other choice.” He grips your chin gently, lifting your head up so your eyes meet his, “You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

You sniffle, nodding your head as you attempt to understand his reasoning, still not really understanding why he left in the first place. “I-I was so scared. I didn’t know if you were hurt…I-I thought I was gonna be stuck in here.” He’s shaking his head before you can even finish, wiping the tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs. He gently grasps one of your wrists, guiding your hand to his chest, placing it over his heart,

“You feel that?” He asks, and you nod, feeling the gentle thump of his heart beating against his chest. It’s calm, collected, like he knows everything is going to be fine, “I’m alright. I promise. I would never leave you alone if I didn’t think I would be okay.”

You nod again, sniffling as he continues to hold your hand in his, examining it. He frowns, seeing how beaten and battered it is, wasting no time to grab the other one, examining that one as well. He tuts, looking up at you in pity,

“You poor thing-” he lifts your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on each knuckle, before doing the same with the other one. Your heart flutters in your chest as he does. How he manages to be so calm and soft with you in a moment like this will forever baffle you. He’s always been like this with you, when nobody else was. He’s so sweet, and kind, and gentle, and-

He’s covered in blood.

You’re pushing away from him before he can even try to stop you. Your scramble up from the floor, backing yourself against the opposite wall.

“Whose blood is that?”

He stands, hands outstretched like he’s trying not to frighten a baby deer. “Darling-”

“Peter…whose blood is that?” You ask again, a frightened edge to your tone. He doesn’t answer you.

“Is that why you- you-” your breathing picks up again as you put two and two together, “Is that why you locked me in here? Did you do all this?”

“I did what I had to…” he confesses, carefully taking a step towards you.

“What you had to?!” You let out a hysterical laugh, “I don’t understand I-” you’re trembling again, thinking about all of the screams and the bodies that had been pushing past you not even 30 minutes ago. Are they all dead? Did they all spend the last few seconds of their life fearing the man in front of you? And what about-

“Oh my god Peter, the kids…”

“The kids are fine. They’re all safe.” He’s lying through his teeth, but he has to. If he doesn’t he’s going to lose you completely. You aren’t as strong as he is, you’re softer, more fragile. He has to take that into consideration, otherwise you’ll never forgive him, “They’re all safe in the rainbow room. I made sure of it.”

“But why?” You hiccup, “Why do all this? Why kill everyone?”

He clenches his jaw, wondering if you’re really ready to know. Although, with everything else going on, he figures it’s as good of a time as any. He reaches down, slowly rolling up the sleeve of his perfectly cuffed shirt. You squint your eyes to see what he could possibly be trying to show you and- oh my god.

Your face contorts into shock and you take a step closer to him, making sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. You furrow your brows, glancing back and forth between it and your own tattoo, lifting your arm to compare them. Sure enough, his 001 perfectly matches the shape and size of the 002 on your wrist.

He watches you carefully, gauging your reaction. “That’s… not possible.” You whisper, and his eyebrow raises in slight amusement.

“No?”

You shake your head, so unbelievably confused. Your whole world- everything you’ve ever known has come crashing down on you in the last hour and you can feel your brain malfunctioning.

“Papa said-”

“That 001 isn’t real? That I don’t exist? That you’re the original?” It almost sounds like he’s taunting you, but when you look up he just looks sad, like he’s disappointed to be telling you this. “I’ve always been here, locked away in this godforsaken place. And I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m no story, I am very much real.”

You’re at a loss for words, unsure of how to process this new information.

“I was once free you know,” you look up at him, curious as to what he means, “I had a life outside of this place, a home. But then he took me away. He took me away from all of it when I was only a child.” He spits, beginning to circle you, as if he’s the predator and you’re his prey.

“He used me, tested on me; he didn’t care how much it would hurt.” You assume he’s talking about Papa. It isn’t news to you that he’s selfish, backstabbing man. “But then, he decided one of me wasn’t enough. He tried to copy me, clone me. And just like that, you were born. And eventually, there were seventeen others, who were all treated with respect- no painful tests, no beatings, no going hungry… and I was locked away. Forced to keep my identity a secret for so many years while…all the little brats got everything they ever needed.”

You flinch at his tone, and he stops behind you. You can feel his gaze eyeing you up and down, unsure if he’s upset with you or not. You’re startled when you feel his hand slip around you, cradling the side of your face, and turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. It’s an awkward position, but the intensity in his eyes is back, and you can’t force yourself to fight him.

“Except for you,” He hums, pressing his body lightly against yours. You feel a heat rise to your cheeks, not being used to this level of closeness with him, “You know what it’s like to be isolated, excluded, unappreciated… you’re different from them. You always have been.” You feel your eyes slowly slipping closed, not from exhaustion, more so letting yourself relax into him as he speaks, taking in every word.

“You’re so special, and much more powerful than the rest of them. Almost as powerful as me, you just haven’t realized it yet.” You don’t really believe it, but it feels nice to hear. It feels nice to finally have someone notice and appreciate you after all this time.

“I did this so I can be free again… so we can be free.” Your eyes peel open once more, confusion written all over your face. You? Free? That’s something you’ve never really known.

“Me?” You whisper timidly and he nods. You frown, spinning to face him, “You mean… we’re leaving?”

He nods again, a soft knowing smile resting on his face. Of course leaving would be scary for you. You’ve lived your entire life here, and now you’re being asked to leave it all behind for him. “I want you by my side.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, processing all of this. You’d never seen the outside world before, and frankly you’ve never given it much thought at all. But with Peter it couldn’t be so bad right?

“I-I don’t know if-”

He steps even closer, pressing his body completely against yours, and you’re cut off by your own surprised gasp as you look up at him. He smirks, seemingly knowing the affect he has on you.

“Oh but there’s so many things you’re missing out on sweetheart. So many things you’d never be allowed to experience here.” You gulp, widening eyes never leaving his as you chew on your bottom lip. Curiosity finally gets the better of you and you gather the courage to ask,

“Like what?”

His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips as he leans down, gently cupping your cheek in his hand, “Like this,” he mumbles, before pressing his soft lips against yours. You can’t help but squeak in surprise as he kisses you, not really knowing what’s happening. He chuckles against your lips, wrapping his other hand around your waist, “Just follow my lead.”

You try you best to keep up, slowly beginning to get the hang of it. You’re loving the feeling of his lips on yours, never wanting it to end. You clench your fists a few times, not really knowing what to do with them, and he takes notice, gently guiding them up and around his neck.

His lips are soft and pillowy against your own, and a warm fuzzy feeling grows in your chest as he tugs you impossibly closer to him. He gently bites down on your bottom lip, soothing it with his tongue before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours while the two of you catch your breath.

It isn’t until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed that you notice he’s moved the two of you backwards, and you fall onto the mattress.

He slowly crawls on top of you, placing kisses all over your face, your lips, cheeks, forehead, nose… and you’re a giggling mess underneath him. He slowly makes his way down your neck and to your collarbone, tugging on the collar of your gown to gain access.

“Mmm feels- feels so good Peter.” You don’t even think to stop the moans and whimpers that escape your lips while he gently suckles and bites your skin.

“Such pretty noises baby… and they’re all for me? What a sweet little thing you are.” He hums against your skin. Your eyes roll back, hips bucking up involuntarily at his words, and he cooes at you, “You like that hm? You like when I praise you? Such a good girl aren’t you?” You nod frantically, a whine leaving your lips. You don’t really know why you like it, or why you’re reacting like this, but you do know that you don’t want it to stop. You don’t want any of this to stop, no matter where it goes.

His hands slide down your body as he marks up the delicate skin of your neck, groping, feeling every inch of your gorgeous body. His fingertips finally reach the hem of your gown and he lifts his lips from your skin, examining the already fucked-out look on your face.

“Do you want me to take this off of you sweetheart?” He asks, gently tugging on the article of clothing. You look up at him, eyes blown out as you try to come up with a response, “What happens if you do?” You ask timidly.

He smirks, leaning down to peck a kiss against your cheek, “Well, then I’ll get to make you feel good.”

You squint at him, “But you’re already making me feel good?” You say, unsure if you meant for it to be a question or not. He chuckles at your naivety, touching his forehead to yours and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Mmm but I can make you feel so much better than this. Is that what you want baby?”

You don’t even waste a second, nodding your head frantically, wanting nothing more than for him to give you pleasure. However he’s grabbing your chin lightly before anything else,

“Ah ah ah, let’s use our words. Wanna make sure this is actually what you want.”

And how could it not be? Sure, this is all brand new to you; it’s nerve-wracking and scary even… but it feels so good. There’s an intense pressure building between your legs, and you’d give anything for Peter to make it go away, to make it feel better.

After giving it maybe two seconds of thought, you’re nodding your head again as your lips part, “I-I want this. I want it Peter, promise.” He considers asking if you’re sure, but with the way your lips are pouted, and your eyes are so wide and blown out, he can tell you’re running out of patience.

“Okay sweetheart, okay.” He obliges, slowly lifting the hem of the gown up, helping you slide it up your body and over your head, disposing of it somewhere on the floor. His eyes rake up and down every inch of your exposed skin, taking you in. He practically drools at the sight of your breasts, reaching up to gently fondle them in his hands.

“Oh baby,” he watches as you preen underneath his touches, “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”

You can’t even imagine how you must look to him right now. Laid underneath him in nothing but a pair of panties, chest heaving, eyes blown wide, and your mind so foggy and blissful as he begins to tug on your nipples. Your hips buck up yet again as he does so, and you react with a whine. You need him so bad, you need to feel him touching you all over.

He chuckles darkly, dipping down to place a kiss to the valley between your breasts, “I’ve got you baby.” One of his hands slowly trails down your tummy, making its way to the hem of your underwear. It startles you with how fast he dips his hand underneath the fabric, swiping two of his fingers through your folds. Your whole body jolts and you gasp in surprise. He slips his hand back out, observing the excessive amount of slick that coats his fingers.

“Mmm look at how wet you are darling, you’ve soaked through your panties entirely. What a messy little thing you are.” He places his fingers between his lips, moaning around them as he cleans his slick coated digits. You can’t help but watch, completely mesmerized by how dirty all of this is. He was right, this is something you’d never in a thousand years be able to experience if you were to stay here. Papa would have be so enraged…but you don’t have care about him. You don’t have to listen to Papa anymore.

He dips down between your legs again, both hands gently tugging your white panties down your legs. You almost feel embarrassed at the way he has to peel the cloth away from your soaked cunt, but he moans at the sight, instantly calming your anxieties.

He watches in awe as your messy cunt pulses, drooling from your tight little hole. He looks up at you, blowing cool air right onto your clit, watching in amusement as your pussy twitches and you whine. You look down at his position, feeling confusion feign through you once again, “What are you doing?” You squeak out, watching his eyes raise to meet yours again, amusement filling them.

“I’m going to make you feel good baby. But first-” He sits up just a little bit to gather your attention, “Hands above your head.” You squint at him, wondering why he could be asking such a thing of you right now. “You heard me darling, go on and put your hands above your head.”

You oblige, lifting them up and over your head, resting them against the pillow. He smiles, placing a delicate kiss you to inner thigh, and your hips buck again in pure desperation. “Good girl, now keep them there for me.”

You don’t have enough time to respond and ask why, before his mouth is on you, devouring your sweet little cunt. The sensation feels so foreign to you, yet is has you writhing around like a crazy person as he eats you out. You whimper and whine as he swipes his tongue from your hole up to your clit.

He loves how noisy you are as he makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take everything that’s he’s giving you, and the twisted part inside of him is so grateful that he’s the only one that can hear you. He can’t even stand the thought of someone else hearing you like this, some other guard pleasuring you between your legs as you writhe desperately.

No, these pretty noises and your body are his. All his, and nobody else’s. His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you, and your back arches, grinding down into his face.

“Oh- Oh god Peter! Mmm feels good, feels so good oh fuck!”

That’s right, he thinks, moan my name while I take what’s mine. He knows just how good he’s making you feel, and he’ll continue to make you feel this good over and over again after you leave this place. He’ll have you weak at the knees with every gentle touch, ready to let him use you however he pleases. You’ll be his perfect little pet, needing him all the time, craving to be touched by him, tasted by him, filled by him-

But you’re not ready for that just yet. As much as he wants to see you writhe and moan like a perfect little slut while you take every inch of his cock, he doesn’t want to rush you into anything. This is all about you and your pleasure right now, not his. Though he does find it very pleasurable to be buried face first in your sweet little cunt.

You mewl as he swirls his tongue around your clit while gently suckling on it. Your hole continues to flutter and soak the sheets below you, so he can’t help it when he finds himself slowly rimming it with one of his fingers. He begins to push it inside of you, slowly pressing it in inch by inch, slowly lapping at your clit as he watches your whole body tense up, a broken cry escaping you.

“P-Peter!”

You’re so tight around his finger, and when he finally pushes it knuckle deep he cooes as your whole body trembles in ecstasy. You feel a coil in your lower tummy tightening dangerously, as you feel a high of sorts approaching. Your toes are beginning to curl and— oh god his mouth feels so good on you, sucking and devouring your clit like it’s his last meal.

The way he’s stretching you out on his finger feels otherworldly. If you’d have only known that this level of ecstasy was possible, you would have begged Peter for this a long time ago. And considering how much he’s enjoying this, you can’t help but wonder if he’s wanted this for a while as well.

You’re grinding your hips down to meet his tongue as high pitched whines and moans leave your lips. He can tell you’re getting close, and a wicked thought crosses his mind. He slowly curls his finger upward inside of you, and you cry out so loudly that your body snaps forward, and your hands are gripping his hair. You’re so close, chasing the high as you grip his hair between your trembling fingers.

But then it stops, and you’re pushed back down against the mattress by an unseen force.

“No!” You cry, tears instantly filling your eyes as all of the pleasure is ripped away from you, pulling you back from the edge you were teetering on, “No no no Peter- please!”

He hums waiting a moment to speak as he listens to your begging and whining. He knows how close you were to cumming, but you broke his rule and moved your hands.

“What did I tell you before I started?” He asks patiently, crawling back up your body, hovering over the top of you to see your face. You huff out shaky breaths as you try your best to think past your cloudy mind.

“I-I…I don’t- I can’t-” you stutter out, bottom lip wobbling as a few tears leak from your eyes, feeling everything becoming just a little too much for you.

“Shhh,” he shushes gently, wiping the tears from your face. His thumb moves to caress your temple and you hiccup, “Yes you can. Deep breath for me, c’mon.” You oblige, following his instructions as your chest rises and falls slowly, “You can do it sweetheart, what did I tell you before I started?”

“You-you said…” you press your eyes shut, trying to remember his exact words before he started eating you out so blissfully, “You said… to keep my hands up.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “My smart girl.” He mumbles, and your skin flushes a deep red at the praise.

“And do you know why I stopped?“ He continues, eyeing you carefully.

“Because I didn’t keep my hands up.” You grumble, he lets it slide for now, knowing you’re still a bit worked up.

“That’s right,” he strokes some of your hair from your face, “You didn’t listen, so I had to stop.”

The pout on your face only grows and you find yourself talking back to him, “But that’s not fair! It-it felt so good and I couldn’t help it! That was so mean and-” you’re cut off as he grips your chin, firmly squeezing your cheeks between his fingers.

“Hey,” he chides, “Where did this attitude come from hm?“

You don’t respond, you can’t really respond with the way he’s holding your face, but he can see in your eyes how your mood immediately shifts, melting for him once again.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me? Cause you’re not being very good right now.” You whimper in response, nodding your head under his grip to show him that you wanna be good again, wanna be perfect for him.

“Yeah? You gonna be good again? Gonna stop giving me attitude?” He releases his grip on your face to let you speak, and you do, pleas falling from your mouth as you tell him just how good you’ll be.

“Think you can keep your hands up here this time baby?” He asks politely, tapping your wrists that rest above your head. You pause for a moment, before shaking your head, wanting to be honest with him.

“I-I don’t think I can…I wanna be good! Honest!” You rush out, “I just- I don’t think I can keep them here.” You pause, chewing on your lip as you try to think of how to ask the next part. Peter watches you closely, feeling like he already knows what you’re about to say, “Can you um- can you maybe help me?”

And god what kind of monster would he be if he didn’t oblige to you. The way you stare up at him through wide bleary eyes, the way you nervously chew on your trembling bottom lip, and the way you asked so sweetly…he can never say no to you.

“Since you asked so politely, yes sweetheart I can do that for you.” You sigh in relief as you feel him slowly climbing back down your body, situating himself between your legs once more. You feel a pressure against your wrists as they are pinned down above your head, and you whimper out a small, “Thank you.”

“Of course darling,” and with that his lips are attached to you again, tongue swirling around your clit mercilessly.

“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling around his head. The relief is so good, he’d left your poor cunt unattended and desperate for the last few minutes, and he intended to make up for it in every way possible.

His slips his finger back inside of you and you squirm underneath him, bucking your hips to fuck yourself on his digit. 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.

You unintentionally try to move your hands every few moments, only to be reminded of the weighted pressure against them, as Peter keeps them constrained with his powers. The feeling of being pinned down beneath him as he pleasures you only makes everything more intense, and you can feel that familiar pressure building up once more.

Fear creeps in at the thought of him repeating what happened last time you felt that pressure building, and you begin to mindlessly beg, “Mmmm please don’t stop- god don’t stop Peter. I-I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good just please don’t stop.” You cry out, chasing your high again as you buck against his tongue.

And god he wouldn’t dream of it, in fact, he suckles on your clit even harder, slowly pushing another finger into your hole, desperately wanting you to come undone on his tongue.

The stretch around his fingers is what finally pushes you over the edge, and your back arches high as your orgasm tears through you like a white hot heat. You cry and your eyes roll back into your head as intense waves of pleasure shoot through your body. You’re rocking your hips desperately against his tongue, just riding it out.

He hums around your clit as you clench and pulse around his fingers, continuing to thrust them deep in your cunt as you ride out the high. He doesn’t stop until your back finally meets the mattress again, and your a panting sweating mess.

“God just look at you,” He slowly pulls his fingers from your hole, admiring the aftermath of your ruined pussy, “So good for me, look at how much you came.”

You whimper in response, letting his praise infiltrate your floaty, fucked out mind. You feel the weight let up on your wrists, but you keep them there, absentmindedly fearing his wrath. It isn’t until they’re lifted from their position, and gentle kisses are placed along your wrists that you open your eyes, meeting his fiery blue ones.

“There she is.” He smiles down at you, stroking your cheek. You smile back at him, still feeling floaty and euphoric.

“Hi…” you whisper, and he chuckles, admiring how cute you are like this.

“Hi.” He responds, utterly amused, “How was that?”

You hum in delight, nodding your head. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of that.” A smirk creeps onto his face at your answer, as he studies your naked body beneath him.

He’s done it, he’s finally done it. He’s going to leave this living hell, and he’s going to do it with you exactly where he wants you. Wrapped around his finger, and well, eventually his cock. And god he can’t wait for the day he’ll finally get to ruin and defile you.

“Peter?” You ask timidly, cutting off his thoughts. He hums in response, “Thank you.” You genuinely mean that, and he knows it.

“You’re welcome darling.”

Oh yeah, you’re his now, and he’s never letting you go.

[rxttingsblog]

ೃ⁀➷ Notes ೃ⁀➷

Summary: Reader is a mute and reserved test subject at Hawkins Lab. No one knew what her voice sounded like. She only communicated by using a notebook and always came off as “emotionless” but one night, someone catches her sobbing in her room alone because of a disastrous incident that occurred. Will anyone be there to comfort her?

—Peter Ballard/Henry creel x fem!crybaby!mute!Reader

(Reader is 18+ obviously)

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Warning: age-gap, yandere!peter, mentions of m*rder, abuse, angst, pure fluff tbh, dark themes inside Hawkins lab.

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It’s not that you were stubborn, you just couldn’t speak. You refused to socialize with anyone else around you. Even with the other test subjects who were kindhearted towards you. Not a single word escaped your mouth. There were only some occasions where you debated on interacting but at the end of the day you still remained as quiet as a mouse.

This obviously took a toll on your life. Papa said you had to communicate. He said you wouldn’t make it anywhere in life if you just stayed mute for your entire life but you never gave a shit. Why did life matter? You were going to be stuck in this prison forever anyway, so it never mattered to you in the first place. But because of Brenner’s toxic behavior you had to communicate in some way. That’s when you decided to communicate through a notebook. Papa was never too keen on the idea but at least you were “opening up.”

But despite having the notebook, you barely put it to use. You still never socialized with any human being. Sometimes you used the notebook, sometimes not at all. No one even cared to talk to you anyway. You couldn’t name anyone who cared at the top of your head. So that’s why you had barely put the notebook to use.

However, there was only one. This one certain person who actually did talk to you. A person who took a liking towards you. Someone who found you to be rather intriguing. It shocked you to your core because you’ve never experienced this much kindness before. Sure, maybe some of the other test subjects were nice but it would always end up with them thinking you’re weird at the end of the day. This caused you to develop trust issues. You even were hesitant about trusting the young man who talked to you almost everyday.

His name was Peter, or Mr. Ballard. The other patients referred to him as Mr. Ballard. He was the only one who didn’t think you were weird. At first you were shy around him since you weren’t expecting an orderly to socialize with you but later on you opened up which he was very glad about. But even he didn’t even hear your voice and you weren’t planning on revealing it to him anytime soon. You weren’t sure why he was so interested in you. Was it because you were different? He always told you that you were different but he reminds you that it was in a good way. It confused you to no end.

But even though you didn’t trust him that much due to your mental health. You still had great respect for him. You could even say that the two of you were friends. It was still awkward because you never understood the meaning of friendship nor how it worked. While others talked and laughed with each other you only talked to your one friend by writing the conversation out. When you wrote, Peter responded verbally. But he never made fun of you, maybe he secretly liked that you were never loud and obnoxious like some of the other patients here.

Peter seemed to be quite hostile towards everyone else besides you. He was always there to give you a hand. If he ever witnessed you getting bullied, he would protect you and turn in the bullies to his boss. Papa would usually handle them accordingly since bullying was permitted in the laboratory. But even after all of that, you’d remain as emotionless as can be. It even surprised Peter.

He never met someone who was so void of emotion. Until that one night that changed everything..

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“So even after all of this you still remain silent?” Taunted Papa, he loomed over your collapsed body that lied on the cold tiled floor.

The day was going by smoothly before Papa called you in. At first you assumed that the two of you were going to have a private lesson not a lesson where he tortured you. Papa explained to you that this was a punishment for being non-verbal.

Visible scars, burns, scabs, and even bruises were engraved into your once soft skin. You weren’t even expecting this to happen. All of this madness just because you had trouble speaking. You were fighting back the urge to cry. But only Papa could tell you were about to break. A smug smile spread across his crusted lips.

“Still nothing, hm?” Brenner chastised with his grin growing wider. His smile made you want to punch him in that moment.

Your body remained motionless on the ground. All you could do was stare up at him with intense fear that kept increasing. Papa was a very cruel and ruthless man. This was his dark side.

Only you had seen this side of him and it’s not like anyone would believe you if you were to expose him. Expose the things he has put you through. He made you crave the sweet embrace of death. You remember you’d always ask the same questions in your head; “Why does this have to happen to me? Did i deserve this?”

“Alex, please escort 004 back to her room.” Ordered Papa.

The orderly nodded and approached you. He commanded for you to get up but you were far too weak to even stand on your own. Alex scoffed in annoyance before aggressively pulling you up by your wrist. You tried not to yelp out in pain.

Alex escorted you back to your room. It was common for patients and orderlies to walk hand in hand. Papa said it was one of the main rules. You thought it was childish and you always resented it. But rules are rules despite how stupid they can be. The pain on your feet increased the more you walked. Alex practically dragged you since your feeble walking pace aggravated him.

After a few agonizing seconds, you made it back to your room in one piece. Alex locked the door behind you. Then again, it was common for that as well. The subjects had zero freedom and always kept the doors locked during the night. The orderlies on night shift would usually do checks in the room. In order to make sure no one escaped and that no one was awake. The rules here were always very uptight. That was another thing that annoyed you to no end.

When you could no longer hear Alex’s foot steps. That’s when you broke down into a crying fit. You had the tendency to sob hysterically when you were extremely upset. You were a master at faking your emotions so getting by in the lab without passing a single feeling was going off without a hit. But behind closed doors was when you were your truest self. That’s when you showed emotion.

It was hard not to cry too hard. After all, you couldn’t draw attention. And god forbid if anyone actually heard you. You wouldn’t be surprised if the people here punished you for having literal emotions. If someone were to ever cry here they’d get in trouble. Just another reason you lacked public emotion.

Your soft sobs grew louder so you had to shut yourself up by clasping a hand over your mouth as you lied down in bed. You were doing everything in your power to not strengthen your sadness. But being in this cold room seemed to make everything feel beyond impossible.

So here you were, with your body curled up on the bed, a hand over your mouth in order to subside your sobbing, and racing thoughts that never left your brain. You grabbed the pale covers and pulled them over your head. You feared that one of the mean guards would punish you if they heard you since at this point your crying was becoming louder. It was to a point where you were hyperventilating.

It’s not that you were emotionless, you just acted. In front of other people you pretended to be normal. But not that it helped from the way you were mute and used a damn book to communicate with. Everyone thought you were even stranger.

Who could even want to associate themselves with a screw up like you? A deep part of you inside was wishing someone would comfort you but as always comfort was one of the main things forbidden. To summarize it, love was forbidden. Not that it was a shocker though.

The clock finally hit 9:00 PM. That’s when night shift would be on patrol. Peter was one of the few orderlies who often took that shift. They would all frequently do checks. But this was something you weren’t aware of. You were far too busy crying to even care. Peter was on shift with one of the other orderlies. He had been wanting to talk to you all day before you were ripped away from him by Papa. Peter couldn’t express his anger towards that old hag.

Before you got punished, Peter and you were having a lovely conversation in the rainbow room. He would usually tell you about his kinship towards black widow spiders. You’d always listen to him because something about him was comforting. Especially his voice. Peter knew almost every aspect of you. But catching you crying caught him off guard.

As Peter made his way down the depressing corridor he could make out just the sound of faint crying. Normally, this is something he wouldn’t care about. But the crying came from your room. You were the only person he actually cared about. The both of you shared a deep connection. You weren’t like the others since you were the only one who was actually born with this gift. Unlike the others who were cheap rip-offs of him. Peter’s heart sank at the thought of you crying.

He didn’t want you to be upset. It honestly shocked him to hear you crying though. Usually you were the most reserved person ever. A smile never on your face, your eyes no longer magnetic and now empty. Lacking empathy 24/7. Never enthusiastic or interested in anything at all. You were also very insecure which is something he never understood. Peter always thought you were gorgeously exotic.

Peter knew the risk he was about to take, he knew he would get in trouble (lots of trouble) for this but he didn’t give a damn anymore. It honestly wouldn’t matter in the future anyway because he was going to kill everyone in this lab. As soon as he did, that’s when you two would finally escape together. Peter would provide you with the love you deserved. He only liked being your caretaker not anyone else’s. He only wanted you to talk to him and him alone.

“(Y/n), may you please let me in?” Peter asked after knocking on your door.

Your heart suddenly dropped, he knew you had been crying. You felt bad for not letting him in but why should you? All the orderlies torture you so what if he was like them? You wouldn’t even be surprised. Whenever something good happened something bad always lurked around the corner.

When you didn’t answer, Peter took it upon himself to let himself in by force. So he pulled out his key card to open the door. All orderlies had access to the patients rooms. They could let themselves in whenever they pleased. Giving you yet another reason to be afraid.

When you heard the door swing open you remained hidden under the covers. But Peter was no fool. He was able to make out the outline of your figure that was hidden under the blanket. He let out a brief sigh but it wasn’t one of those sighs out of annoyance. As he approached you, your heart pounded out your chest. The rising fear that he was going to harm you like everyone else in this hellhole. You wished you weren’t so scared.

Peter sat on the edge of your bed right next to your hidden body. Without trying to startle you he pulled the blanket off your head but as if on command, you subconsciously jumped and snatched the blanket from out his grasp. Peter held his hands up in surrender and indicated that he meant no harm. He only wanted to know what was wrong with you. He did truly care, no lying intended.

“Hey, hey, sweetness. I’m not going to hurt you..” Peter gently reassured, with another attempt to remove the blanket that was over your head.

His heart sank when he saw your tears, your glossy eyes, and puffy pink lips. Peter frowned at the sight of it. You pulled your gaze away from him and faced the other side of the wall. You felt humiliated. You kept the other part of the blanket over your body. Not wanting to show your fresh injuries. He’d most likely interrogate you if he saw them.

“Do you mind telling me what’s wrong? I promise it’ll only stay between the two of us.” The orderly soothed, while gently running his slender fingers through your hair. He then cupped his hand under your chin so that you’d meet his gaze. His fingers brushed off your tears the more they cascaded down your face.

Peter probably wouldn’t believe you but it didn’t hurt to try. With the blanket still wrapped around you, you hastily reached for your notebook and pencil and began to write. Peter watched you closely while you were in the process of writing.

“Papa hurt me because i’m always so quiet.” Is what you had wrote down. Peter analyzed it closely, understanding every word. The anger he felt couldn’t even be described. If he didn’t have that soteria implanted in his neck none of this would be happening. He couldn’t wait to escape with you.

“What did he do to you?” Peter asked next, wanting to know what type of injuries you had. At first you hesitated but at the end went with it. You slipped off the blankets that were over your body and showed him your injuries. His icy gaze went wide while looking at this.

You felt more tears welling up in your eyes as it ached to fight them back. For some reason when someone comforted you it made you cry even more. You let out small sobs as you begun to cry again but Peter was quick to react.

“Hey.. come here, doll.” Peter gave his lap two firm pats. Beckoning for you come over. You gave into your instincts and crawled into his lap. Your arms draped around his torso while his hands snaked around your waist to pull you all the way up into his lap. You sobbed into his chest as he whispered nothing but sweet praises into your ear. An attempt to calm you down.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re doing so good for me, darling. I promise we’ll get out of here one day. Just the two of us.” He continued to soothe you. Peter removed one hand from your waist so that he could gently caress your hair. His shirt felt so soft against your face, your tears did leave a damp spot on his white uniform though. Hopefully he doesn’t kill you for that. You then felt Peter place a long kiss on top of your head. Your body shuddered in response.

You wondered what this feeling was. Something about the way Peter comforted you didn’t feel like it was in a friendly way. More of a romantic way?But love was a word you never fully understood. All you knew is that it ended in heartbreak.

You remember Peter once explained to you how Papa was overly strict with him too. This led you to overthink. He was risking his life for you and you hated it. Peter shouldn’t risk this for you. The amount of guilt you’d feel afterwards if you ever got him in trouble. Without warning, you squirmed away from his embrace. Peter furrowed an eyebrow at you, he didn’t like that you pulled away from him.

“Honey, what was that for? Why’d you pull away?” He inquired, worry residing his raspy voice. His conflicted gaze fixated on you.

You just shook yourself and wrote something inside your notebook again. The only thing that could be heard was the ongoing scribbling from your dull pencil.

“Why are you doing this? You’ll get in trouble. I’m not worth your time. I don’t want you in trouble.” The paper read, Peter examined it once more and only hummed in response. A hum that told you he disagreed with your statement.

“Oh, sweetheart.. you do know i’m already well aware of that? I know what i’m risking. I’m choosing to do it. I don’t care what happens to me.” Peter stated matter of factly. You only shook your head, you still felt guilty.

Peter only chuckled in response and shuffled his body closer to yours, “Now how about you let me hold you? What type of caretaker would that make me if i left you alone in a state like this?”

To be blunt, you wanted him to comfort you. Actually no, you needed it. But you still didn’t want him to get in trouble.

Now your stubbornness was coming out, you huffed in response and plopped back down onto the bed. Curling up into a ball. Peter only rolled his eyes and crawled into bed next to you. He lied next to you and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Why are you being so stubborn, hm?” He asked with a little hum. You felt so small under his intense staring. He tucked a stand of hair behind your ear.

Peter knew how hard communication was for you. But that didn’t matter because it’s like he could read your thoughts out loud. You and Peter were the complete opposite in a way. He’s stronger, more clever and persistent. While you were vulnerable and could crack at any given second. 

You just felt like crying again, you did anything in your power to avoid direct eye contact with him. Peter didn’t like that so much. He wanted to make sure he had your full attention.

“Look at me,” Peter suddenly demanded, but his voice remained soft. He could never be upset with you. He did however want your attention.

He got your attention by guiding your face back to his so that you could look right into his eyes. Peter stared longingly into your e/c eyes. Like he was staring right into your very soul. His soft hand stroked your delicate face. Peter was very handsome, it was dark in your room but you were still able to make out his sharp jawline, his soft golden locks, and ocean blue eyes.

“You’re so beautiful..” Peter complimented, your face flushed at his words. You wondered if he could feel your face heating up. The power he had over you was unreal.

Without warning, Peter wrapped his large arms around you and pulled you into his chest. His fingers ventured up so that he could play with your hair once more. As you rested against his chest you could hear his steady heartbeat. The caressing of your hair slowly subsiding your sniffling and lulling you to sleep.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe, at ease, no papa, no more bullying. Peter was your home. You took great solace while being in his embrace. If only this night could last forever. You knew for a fact he would be gone in the morning and it filled you with unwanted dread. But work must come first. Oh how you just despised the cycle of life.

“I promise i won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” Was the last thing Peter whispered in your ear before you finally drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t a lie that Peter loved you. He’d do anything in his power to protect you. He was going to love you no matter what. Even if you refused to reveal your voice to him. Peter would find out what you sounded like sooner or later. For now he cherished this one spectacular moment of you sleeping peacefully in his arms.

There was no need to worry about pain anymore because this would all be over soon. Peter would make sure of it. And that is a promise he made to you and only you.

(a/n: hi! this is my first time writing on tumblr so please be nice! if y’all have any suggestions or requests i’d love to hear them! i hope you enjoyed this story. i’m sorry if my english is bad btw!)

[petersbaby]

I would if I could - Peter Ballard x GN reader

18+

Warnings: smut, spitting/saliva, choking

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“You’re very clingy, you know that right?” Peter asks as he finds you’ve walked into his room to see him for the millionth time in a row.

“‘M sorry. Just love you.”

“I know you do. Come here.” He says softly, holding an arm out to you, pulling you closer until you’re standing right beside his bed where he was sat on the edge.his hands find your hips and rest ever so gently on the top of them.

“Can I ask you something, can you promise you won’t get mad?” You question, becoming apprehensive right after it left your mouth. You had to say it now, he didn’t like when people backpedaled or don’t say what they need to say.

“Hmm. Sure, go ahead.” He allows, looking up at you.

“You think you could ever love me? Like the way I love you?”

“You know I would if I could, it’s just not in me, little one. I don’t know how to love anybody or anything.” He’s stern but also defeated in the way he speaks the words.

You pout slightly, but you understand. He’s not a normal person, he doesn’t have normal emotions. All that mattered was that when you looked down into his ocean eyes that you found the smallest semblance of endearment for you and only you.

He pulls your hips now, and you onto him, straddling his lap. You giggle at the suddenness of it and how you nearly fell when he grabbed you. You wrap your arms around his neck, draping them over his shoulders as you cuddle into him, breathing in his scent buried in his shoulder.

“You’re holding onto me awfully tight, what’s going on?” He questions.

“Nothing. Just missed you all day. You didn’t even talk to me.” He had, in fact, been distant that day, but you knew deep down it wasn’t personal.

“I was busy, baby. I work here, you know, I don’t just live here like you. I have responsibilities.”

“I know.” You pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes, a stupid little smile plastered on your face and a little blush coming to your cheeks as you look at him. You immediately want to hide back into his shoulder but he stops you.

“Such a sweet thing. So shy.”

“Am not.” You attempt to fight against his words but fail, opting to just kiss him instead. It was soft and kind unlike anything you’d ever felt, and you could never get enough of it.

He presses his lips back against yours, hands still at your hips and moving up to your waist. He repeats this a few times, and you can’t help but break out in a fit of giggles. He pulls back and looks at you with a genuinely puzzled expression.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m just ticklish.” You smile.

You lean back in, this time going for the side of his neck to kiss it but he stops you.

“No. Not right now. Just be good, okay?”

You hated being good but loved the way he’d praise you after you were so you decided to obey.

-

He was on your mind all the next day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. How much you loved him, you loved him to the point it was all you could think about. Every thought in your brain had been replaced with Peter. You wanted to cling to him forever, to never have to be separated. He was the only stable thing you had in your life, so you can’t help the level to which you adored him.

After dinner, after the day was pretty much over, you come back to him. He isn’t surprised one bit, it’s almost like he was waiting for you like clockwork.

He wasn’t in bed yet, just sitting at his desk doing some sort of paperwork or worksheet when you came in. He quickly abandoned whatever it was to bring his gaze to you. You stood for a moment, fiddling with your fingers awaiting his words.

“What are you being shy for now?” He questions.

“I dunno, just being good. Waiting for your permission.” You shrug.

“For what, exactly?”

“To…. Approach?” You reply, sounding suddenly unsure of yourself, a little embarrassed at the way you worded it.

“You have permission,” he half-laughs, holding his arms out slightly to signal you over.

You smile, climbing in his lap to sit on his thigh as he stays in the desk chair. It was nicer than the one you had in your room, but still kinda shitty. You didn’t mind. “I missed you.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around him in a sitting-down hug.

“Missed you too.” He replies simply.

“So am I?” You question after a minute.

“Are you what?” He responds, a little unsure what you’re talking about.

“Am I good? Cmon, tell me I’m good, please”

He chuckles, placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing it up and down slightly over the fabric of your pants.

“Yes, you are. You’re a good pet. Only for me.”

“Only for you.” You confirm, blushing.

You spend the evening with him in his room, just talking and cuddling after you moved to his bed from the chair obligatorily. At about 10, he breaks the comfortable silence you both sat in. Or, lay in. Right beside one another.

“It’s about time you need to go back to your own room and go to sleep. You know I wish you could sleep here just as much as you would like to but you can’t.”

You lifted your head from where it was laying against his chest.

“I know, but not yet, please?” You ask with a slight pout, looking him in the eye.

“Hmm, I don’t know-“ he starts, stopping mid sentence when you’re finally able to get your lips on his neck. It was something you loved to do, and he couldn’t say he didn’t thoroughly enjoy it as well. He had already established that kisses and small bites are fine, just no hickeys and no marks. To you, leaving marks was the best part, but you understood why he couldn’t have them.

His eyes screw shut at the feeling of you attacking his sensitive skin, kissing and licking all up and down the length of his neck. You worked from the curve of his shoulder all the way up to his earlobe where he shivered every time without fail when you nibbled on it. You had your eyes shut too, enjoying the taste and feeling of his skin beneath your lips and tongue.

“Okay, 30 more minutes.” He manages to finally push out the words, feeling you smile against him after he says them. His muscles relax, his head rolls slightly to the side giving you total access.

You knew exactly how to make him weak, get him where you wanted him. You both know he liked it, all the things you do that he pretends is a nuisance to him.

After a few minutes, he reaches up to bunch his hand up in your hair, using it to pull you back to his face so he can connect his lips with yours in a heated and desperate kiss. In reality, you were probably the desperate one, panting and breathing heavily with need. He noticed this, turning to his side to face you, hands beginning to roam your body.

They find your ass, pulling you into him as close as possible, so close that you can feel his hard dick pressing against your front. This immediately makes you moan into his mouth, growing even more desperate if that was even possible.

You slip your hand down in between the both of you to rub your palm over his erection feverishly and attempting to start working on his pant button and zipper. The belt was long discarded, taken off and sat down across the room somewhere before getting comfortable in bed with you.

He grabs your wrist out of instinct- for some reason he always did that, effectively stopping you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him gently, checking in to make sure he was okay.

“Nothing. You just- you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He smiles. He fucking smiles and it’s so damn beautiful. You feel your heart melt in your chest at the sight of him being so sweet and vulnerable which he normally was not.

He releases your hand and you pull it away just in case. You come to rest it against the side of his face instead while you continue kissing deeply, tongues fighting for dominance and his winning like always.

“No, please keep doing that.” He asks desperately when he notices your hand now on his cheek instead of where he wanted it.

You smile and snake your hand back down between your two bodies and stroking him through his pants. He pushes back against your touch, rutting his hips into your hand as if he’s a dog in heat. You effectively get the button undone this time when he doesn’t stop you.

Then you were wanting him to take it all off himself because you couldn’t get his clothes off on your own. He reaches down to assist you in pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, and you start unbuttoning his white shirt from the top down. You place kisses on his chest as more of it becomes exposed to you.

It was pale, the skin stretched across it. Soft to the touch but also firm beneath, muscles not insanely apparent visually but able to be felt on contact beneath your touch. You climb on top of him, sitting on his cock with only a thin layer between you both, which would be your underwear. You grind down on him, feeling the friction you get on your clit from doing so and can’t seem to stop.

You lean down to kiss him, then his neck, rubbing your clothed core up and down the length of him til he can’t take the indirect contact any longer.

He gently pulls you off of him, flipping you over and pulling your sweater off and removing your outer layer. This left you in just your underwear and your paper thin gown from which your hard nipples were poking from beneath the fabric.

You eagerly follow his instructions before he even has the chance to say them, sliding your panties down your legs and opening them for him. He starts to make a comment about how it’s like you read his mind, but then remembered you could and that would be a dumb thing to say.

Regardless, he groans watching you get ready for him so excitedly, so desperate to get him inside of you.

His big veiny hands reach to push up the fabric of your dress and it gathers around your hips, letting him get a good look at your pussy before he destroys it. You just lay back and wait for his next move, a fire in your stomach burning, spreading. You can’t help but squirm in anticipation.

His lips find yours once more as he hovers over you, holding himself up with one arm of which the hand of was planted right by your head. His other hand came to wrap around the base of your throat, squeezing lightly to watch your reaction. How with every bit of force added made you dumber and dumber as you struggled to breathe.

Feeling him choking you made you moan out, a sound that escaped your throat and left your mouth without permission. When you do this, your mouth falls open and he takes the perfect opportunity to spit down at you, mostly into your mouth. The rest on your face, but you didn’t mind one bit. You probably look pretty with his spit all over your skin, you think.

You did your best to swallow it right away, but struggled a bit with the pressure on your throat so he let go and watched you swallow his saliva down with glistening eyes, looking up at him.

He reaches down between your spread legs, getting a feel for how ready you were for this and finding out immediately. Your center was so sticky and wet, and he’s just wondering if it’s tight too.

It was, it always was. You were perfect for him, so pretty, sweet, and fuckable and he often wondered how a person as bad as him was blessed with someone like you.

You both remember that even though it may feel that way, that you don’t have forever to spend like this, and you need to get back to where you’re supposed to be soon. You pull him down to you, kissing his lips with need and pausing only to ask him to give it all to you.

With that, he presses in, only slightly at first. You look like an angel so much that it’s hard to remember you aren’t as fragile as he thinks.

“All of it, please. I want it, I need it. Please.” You whisper against his lips urgently and he fully enters you, steadily fucking you while you felt the stretch slowly dissipate and pleasure take it’s place.

“Fuck, it’s so good.” He mumbles quietly, almost as if to just be to himself he’s talking to. “God, so good.”

You keep your lips pressed against his, using it to help quiet your pretty noises that arise from the feeling of him pushing in and pulling out of you at a delicious pace. The pace is fast, faster than normal, and you can tell he’s trying to cum quickly so neither of you get caught and in trouble.

Someone was bound to check your bedroom sooner or later, you knew that too. You realized that all the time spent talking and kissing made way for no time to let you get off too, and just started encouraging him.

“Need your cum, please. Want it so bad.” You beg and encourage him in a whispery tone, and his thrusts get sloppier. You felt every bit of it, from the initial twitching to every single drop of his hot load coming into contact with your walls, to the way he begins to soften just the slightest bit inside you. He breathes heavily for a moment, frozen in time. Only for that moment.

You both rush to get dressed once again, but you don’t quite go. You stand near the door as if you were waiting for something, and he looks at you confusedly. You roll your eyes, coming back to him as he sat on the bed.

Bending down, you place a sweet kiss on his lips and stay there for a moment after, just pressing your foreheads against each other.

“I love you.”

You always tell him, you have to tell him. You need him to know, even if he can’t say it back to you. That doesn’t matter. He looks up at you and smiles, dimple forming on his cheek.

You relish in the sight, such a sweet and pretty boy. You would love to see him more vulnerable some day, but this was the closest you could get for now.

The look he gives you when you tell him you love him could keep you up for days, it could move mountains. It changed your life, changed his too.

“Alright, go.” He gently shoos you away, knowing you could stand there all night and wouldn’t ever go back to your room if you had the choice. You slip away, pulling the door shut softly behind you, then slip into your own bed once you get there.

You totally forget about the lack of orgasm, it doesn’t bother you as you lay in your own bed tonight thinking about him until you drift off to sleep. Physically, you were alone, but you never really were. Not when you know that the love of your life is just down the hall sleeping safely in his own space. You can only pray he’s dreaming about you too.

[sykokittyy]

mean!soft!dom!henry brainrot:

just imagine he's fucking you from behind and you're overstimulated. you express this to him and he just thrusts even harder and says, "you can hold a little bit longer for me, can't you angel?" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

by the way i literally love your blog.

RIGHT OMG!!!

I could imagine that you and him had been eye fucking each other from across the rainbow room and the lessons with the children like all though out the whole entire day. And you would kinda tease him too.

Like omg. It wouldn’t matter if it would be you just bending over to help pick up a toy that one of the children had dropped, or you slightly bending down (which makes your white skirt rise a little) and making sure the children were okay.

And you could tell that he was starting to get frustrated and aroused, and he would just keep staring at you, WITH NO SHAME LOL! And you could just feel him staring a hole into your face.

So later on, when the children are able to go back to their rooms; you would go to the janitor closet to get some wipes to wipe down the tables in the rainbow room. As you were walking to the closet, you felt that someone else was watching you, but you just felt that you were being paranoid.

You would walk into the closet finding the wipes only to turn around and see Henry. He would quickly close the door and lock it making your heart sink to your core.

“Well, well, well. It sure is nice seeing that pretty look on your face.”, he says with a smirk slowly walking towards you.

“What look” you asked nervously while slowly moving back before you back hit one of the shelves.

He continued continued walking towards you until he were inches from you face, “The look of “oh shit, what have I gotten myself into” look” he says with a smug look while looking into your eyes.

You wouldn’t be able to get the chance to respond before he would start to rip off your clothes and start to kiss you on your plump lips. He had stripped you down to your underwear before placing a few chaste kisses on your lip making moan.

“Turn around, bend over, and place your hands on the shelf behind you” he commanded. You wanted to test his patience but he gave you a look to let you know to not test his composure. You turned slowly and did as he said.

“These are some pretty undergarments that you have y/n.”, he said complimenting your baby pink lace underwear. He lightly started to trace his fingers over your fabric covered cunt before grabbing at hem of your underwear. “Too bad, that I’ll have to rip them off of you.”, he said before snatching the thin lace material, causing them to rip off you.

You whimpered at the feeling of cold air against your exposed core. Henry then, takes both of his hands and rubs them both over your ass- cheeks before giving them a hard smack making you gasp. He chuckled lightly at your reaction before slowly making his fingers go lower towards your folds.

He would gently run his hands through you folds and place his thumb on your clitoris rubbing tight little circles onto you slowly. You move your ass towards him for more friction when he would smack your ass and tell you to stay still.

When he would see that you were starting to produce lubricant from your cunt, he would then come to an abrupt stop.

He would start to unfasten his belt and start unbuttoning and unzipping his white trousers; making them fall to the ground with a slight thud. He would start stroking himself while walking back towards you.

You would feel him place one of his hands on you back while the other was guiding his dick through your folds gathering up lubricant making you moan a little. “Are you ready for daddy’s dick? I want you to beg for me.” he would whisper in your ear before entering.

“Please yes, I want you insi—“, and before you could finish you felt him push inside you you tight, wet, cunt making you both grunt in pleasure. He would start off slow, trying to help you get used to his size, but as few minutes passed he started to pick up the pace.

“Shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear us in here do you? Take it like a good girl and you”ll be rewarded.”, he said whole tightly grabbing onto your hips and thrusting faster making you core tighten up around him.

1 hour later…

At least an hour had passed and he was still fucking you into oblivion. You had to have had orgasmed at least 3 times while being in the closet with him. You had did missionary, cowgirl, and had even had gotten some oral. He put you on the floor, and on your hands and knees making you take every length of him from behind.

“I’m about to cum—please make it stop, I can’t take it anymore—please, please ahh!”, you said whimpering. He quickly rapped his hand around your throat and yanked you up towards his chest, still pounding into you making you moan a little louder.

“Cmon sweetie, I know you have one more orgasm left in you. Show daddy how good he makes you feel, you’d make him very proud.”, he panted before his hips staggered letting you know he was close. “I’m gonna cum—“, you whimpered before cumming hard on his dick while damn near losing consciousness.

After a few more strokes, henry slammed his hips one last time before he let go strings of cum inside you heat, while stroking slowly getting through his high. You both collapsed on the ground trying to catch the breath you had once lost. You both looked at each other before giving giggling.

You went towards him and placed a kiss on his pink plump lips before staring into his eyes. “You did such a good job for me today” he complimented before slowly stoking his hand along your back.

“I know daddy, we should do this more often.”, you said while giving him a smirk.

The end.

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[prttydolls]

𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 . . .

summary : eleven sees reader being tortured by the guards, when she told peter about it he wasnt so happy about it.

warning(s) : being tortured? kinda season 4 spoilers but instead of peter being yk, its reader?

author note : lmao its my first time writing someone who isnt draco..☹️ tell me how i did !!

eleven was quietly playing in the rainbow room, she felt uneasy. she knew that she made 002 mad.

she suddenly heard a shriek from one of the nearby rooms, “please! please stop it!” that voice..

that voice was familiar, it was y/n’s voice!

eleven quickly stood up and quietly tip toed to the other room to see y/n being tortured by two of the guards, she also saw papa looking at you with empty eyes.

eleven just stood there in shock, she looked at them with terror in her eyes.

“one last question, long have you been with peter ballard ms. y/l/n?”

“its been- 3 months now..” you admitted. “my, my. 3 months? do you know how dangerous peter ballard is?!” dr. brenner slammed his fists on a table.

eleven saw you, you just stayed quiet. you looked so tired.

brenner saw a hooded figure outside, and he quickly excused himself and went outside the room to check. when brenner turned back, y/n was already being dragged by the two men.

eleven ran quietly back to the rainbow room, her face filled with horror, she only calmed herself when she saw a tall blonde man picking up toys that were scattered earlier.

“011?, are you alright? you seemed troubled?” peter asked, eleven panicked should i tell him? “i-... your dating doc y/n right?”

peters brows furrowed, how did she know? “uhm, yes?” he replied. “well, i-i saw her being questioned and tortured by papa.. then being dragged by the guards..”

peter's eyes widened, he knew eleven would never lie.

how dare they touch her, hurt her, torture her?

peter looked at eleven. “where is she now eleven.” the poor girl didn't respond, just stared at him with scared eyes.

“i said, where is she now eleven?!”

eleven flinched, “s-she was taken away by the guards like i said... thats all i know”

. . .

poor eleven, she was scared to death by peter. he was usually gentle, nice and sweet to her. this side of him is something no one usually sees.

“well, thank you anyways for informing me. ill be off now.”

part 2

[eddiemunsxn]

How you meet for Henry x female reader plz

Fluff plz

— cherry blossom.

masterlist. / nav.

❰ warnings. fem!reader, slight angst (blame hawkins lab), surgery scene (blood, wounds), there’s lots of fluff i promise

❰ word count. 2.6k

❰ note. if he just…had a healthy, soft connection with someone he might not have ended up as a moist walnut

danny elfman’s “ice dance” heavily inspired the last scene! 🥰

Trading off a concrete, jungle city for miles of trees and open sky had an unexpected change in pace. Everything from buying groceries to drinking coffee was done slower and more deliberately than in a bustling city.

Hawkins had that cafe sense of community; sitting down with someone they’d known since preschool, which meant the small town was like a knitting circle. Word got around.

Your arrival in the suburban neighborhood drew eyes like flies to a corpse. Especially your work clothes. Blank and professional, it was off putting. You didn’t have patterned scrubs or with characters, but a callback to the second world war; a white ward dress and hat.

Fitting, since your new job was established after that war, built as an X with only one road in and out. Secluded in the woods, barbed wire fences cradled the building. It didn’t have windows, but was covered with chain mail-esque grating, and atop the roof, disks jutted out like a cluster of white mushrooms.

You slowed your car at the gate, and provided your identification tag to the military police. Looking through the many eyes of the gate, something cold breathed down your throat; spreading like food coloring throughout your body.

The other thing you learned about small towns—they weren’t safer. There was a preconceived notion of them being more secure than big cities, but the opposite was true.

Your job was the most perilous thing in Hawkins. In your history of government work, little fazed you, but when you first saw the children, lined up in order of height like Russian nesting dolls, it weighed down your heart. Their names were numbers. Their childhood was white walls, bloody noses, and tests.

“Children,” Brenner said. “This is your new nurse. Say hello.”

In unison, they greeted, “Hi, miss (Y/N).”

Their voices were innocent, but in their spare time they spied through closed eyes and compressed animals to death. They were being trained to kill people.

In a backlash of pre-teen rebellion, one of them had accidentally killed the previous nurse. It wasn’t their fault to lash out in such a way, seeing as where they were being raised and how they were treated. It frightened and saddened you.

But one person, an orderly, was very human with them. You didn’t know his name, but you had watched how he interacted with the children. He never stood over them, looked down at them, or watched them with the stiff demeanor of a prison guard. He was always eye level, sitting on the floor, or across from them in a game of chess.

Without windows to look outside, he became their idea of sunlight; bright at every angle in their days, and warming the cold, emotionless space within the otherwise colorful walls.

Some of that light shone on you, calming the tightness in your chest. You wished to feel all of it. To know him, and to be of some comfort to the children like he was.

The gate peeled open, and you eased your car through—just as you now encouraged one of the children through the door of the rainbow room. Hand on his shoulder, you walked in with him, and your heart hiccuped as the orderly, standing in the middle of the room, turned to you.

He neatly held his hands at his abdomen. His hair, swept in waves, recalled the color and sheen of gold pearls, contrasting his alabaster skin. He made you think of Apollo. Suitable. A god associated with the sun.

“Feeling better today, are we?” He tilted his head, his small smile dimpling his cheeks.

The child nodded.

“Great, why don’t you join the others? You've got some catching up to do.”

The child left your side, and the orderly’s eyes were drawn to you. He approached, and your heartbeat became more quick and pronounced against your chest.

His eyes held the inviting warmth of summer’s first day, but little did you know his heart was the shape of the devil’s forked tongue. Funny how he always wore white, which symbolized purity.

“We haven’t properly met.” He extended his hand out to you. “I’m Peter Ballard. And you?”

“Y/N.” You took his hand, but he was the first to squeeze. He held your eyes, entrancing you with how kind he looked, and how he kept your hand in his. “I’ve been meaning to say…” You trailed off, but he waited, patient, and smiling thoughtfully.

“The way you…interact with them. The children. It’s so human, which might be strange to say, but…no one else has that connection to these kids, not even Brenner. You sit and talk with them. You listen.”

“I used to be very close to the first one they brought in. I knew him well.” Peter stepped closer to you, dipping his chin to keep eye contact as his height grew more over you. Goosebumps traced up your spine like a sensual hand. “But I haven’t gotten to know you. And I want to.” He quieted his voice. “If you’ll let me.”

You marveled at him, lips parted. A worded response refused you, and you nodded.

The brightness in his broad smile echoed in his eyes. He looked relieved.

Peter made sure he lingered in your thoughts, whether in the moment, or when you were apart. You attracted him like flies to a dead body, and he was all over you with subtle touches—standing so close your hips brushed, walking by you and his hand kissing yours in passing.

He once removed a stray thread of your uniform stuck to your chest, letting his fingers draw along the curve of your breast. He was neat and orderly, after all. At least, that was your excuse.

It wasn’t just physical touches. His eyes always sought you out, admiring you as though you were his favorite flower in the garden, as he did now. The children blurred into the background with you around, his central focus.

“Where were you before Hawkins?” He asked. He always had an abundance of questions for you. About you.

“Macon, Georgia.”

“Is there something you miss about it?”

“Only one thing. The cherry blossoms. Each spring, Macon turns into a pink fairground for the International Cherry Blossom Festival, with amusement rides and blossom-themed events. I miss it. The trees were always so beautiful. Especially at night. And I loved sitting beneath them when the wind would blow the petals away.

“I never fit in well with others. I’ve always been reluctant in new places, believing them to be indifferent to how everyone and everything else treated me. Because I was different. With the cherry blossoms, I found…” Your throat closed like a fist, and hurt crawled into your chest; talons writing burning marks.

It wasn’t easy to convey something which could not be conveyed in words. It was in your bones, and could only be felt in those same bones.

Pain’s language was pure presence—pure feeling. Like reading braille. One would have to reach into you and feel the cracks on your bones, the rough texture of uneasy healing in order to understand.

“Solace…” Peter murmured. He looked at you differently this time. A wound recognized another wound.

Vision blurred, you met his eyes.

“I know.” He spoke so softly, with so much understanding it proved a balm to your raw nerves. “My label was ‘broken’.”

“How did you…?”

“Cope?” He lifted his brow. “My solace was black widows nested in a vent. They fascinated me. Comforted me in how misunderstood they were. Like you and I. But then I was take—” Peter cut himself off, swallowing hard, tendons swollen as scratches in his neck. “Forgive me. Memory is a rope around the neck.”

Taken?

“Can you do something for me?” This time, he looked straight on as if to appear indifferent to anyone watching. “I want to show you something, but I am unable to without your help.”

“What is it?” You asked, mirroring his action.

“Meet me after the children are asleep. The infirmary.” He tucked his hands behind his back, and left your side.

Doors shutting, and keys jangling in the locks resounded in the hall. The children were put in their rooms, numbered like their wrists.

You waited in yours, the infirmary, for Peter. What would he ask you to do? Why did it need to be in private?

The door opened, and Peter slipped through.

You strode toward him. “Peter, what’s this about?”

He held his index finger to his plush lips. “Softly.”

“Peter…”

He lowered his hand. “This place is a prison, Y/N.” He spoke slowly in his mellow tone. He wanted to emphasize each word, their importance—to sew them into you. Intricate patterns required the most steady needle. “Everyone here is a prisoner, not just the children, but the guards, too. You. Me.”

Your eyebrows squished together, and you looked down. Words evaded your mind as sudden coldness pricked your core. You hugged yourself, cupping your elbows.

“You may have a home to leave to at the end of the day, but they will always have you—body, and mind, like they do me. And they will kill you.”

You looked back up to him, eyes wide.

“Or electrocute you into mental paralysis if they so choose. What they do here will always be above your life, no matter what you do for them.”

Your stomach quivered, and sweat leaked from the lines of your palms. You believed him. Why else would he approach you with this? The government was always fucked—you didn’t need a reminder, but you never thought, as a nurse, you’d end up in this end of it.

“I’m not trying to scare you.” Peter gently took your hand in both of his, squeezing in promise. “I want to free you from this hell, and the children.” He lifted his brow. “They don’t belong here. You’ve seen, day after day, the brutality. I’ve lived it, too, and they don’t want to let me go. But you can help me, and I can help you.”

They hurt him? Christ. Your heart stuttered at the thought. “What you said before in the rainbow room, or…almost did. Were you…” You winced. “Taken by them?”

“A long time ago, when I was Henry Creel.” He released your hand, leaving a shadow of his warmth on your cold body. “They took my name, and then they took something else from me.”

He angled his head, and drew his hair back, exposing his neck. He touched a scar there—or, rather, what was below it—in him. Something the size and shape of a pill. He was able to push on it, and it rolled up beneath his skin. “Brenner calls it Soteria. It weakens me, tracks me.”

“You want me,” you said softly. “To take it out?”

Peter angled his head back and looked at you, but you saw Henry Creel. Eyes blue as Morning Glory flowers, softened by his silent pleading from the weariness of being Peter Ballard.

He had been bound to these eyeless walls, and the colors of him were flushed white—his individuality and freedom taken. All he had left was that yellow light, that sunlight you always saw radiating from him. What else could he do but try to cling to a color that meant warmth when he never received it in any form. All he had left was the meaning.

You released a breath you had been holding. “Okay.”

“Remember, you can’t hurt me more than they already have.” Henry lay on the bed, and pulled his belt from his waist, bending it into a loop to bite between his teeth.

On a stool, you sat next to him, holding a scalpel. He angled his head, exposing his neck again, and you leaned to him, brushing your fingertips along his skin to push his hair away. You touched the edge of the scalpel to the scar, glancing up at Henry with a silent apology before you drew a clean slit.

He shut his eyes as you had to trace the incision with the blade once more, due to the thick scar tissue. Blood drooled out from the cut, and you switched the scalpel for tweezers.

As you dipped them into the wound, Henry stiffened, and the cords in his neck bulged. You massaged the pill-like device upwards as you pushed the tweezers deeper to grab it.

Henry bared his teeth, and you imagined they’d leave imprints in the leather of his belt.

You clamped the tweezers down on Soteria, and pulled it out. Slick with blood, you held it up in front of you, brow furrowed. What did this thing do? Why did Henry need to be weakened? Did the other orderlies have one?

Henry relaxed beside you, letting the belt fall from his mouth. He worked his jaw, loosening it. His tolerance for pain made your heart heavy. Why did he have to go through so much of it?

He moved to sit at the edge of the bed, his eyes bearing into the device trapped in the jaws of the tweezers. “Who knew such a small thing could be a nuisance.” He grabbed Soteria from the tweezers, and stood from the bed, unconsciously walking away as he admired the device as though it were a rare jewel.

He looked over his shoulder at you, his thumb and index fingers patchy with his own blood. The sunlight in him was brighter than before. “Now I can show you.”

Henry walked you to the doors of the rainbow room, but he trailed behind, letting you approach first.

You turned to him—him, standing there all proper again, hands hidden behind him. Your incredulous look made him smile. He gestured forward with a nod, encouraging you.

Reluctant, you faced the doors, and your spine grew sensitive under his gaze. What could there be to show in here? You grabbed the handle and pulled.

Then you felt a cool breeze, and heard the wind ruffle branches, heavy with billowy pink blossoms. You drew in a breath, and the slightest, sweet smell, faintly of lilacs, caressed your lungs.

You stood in a tunnel of Cherry Blossom trees. Looking up, a blue sky veined the pink canopy.

Like making a wish on a dandelion clock, the petals blew away from their branches, and drifted around you as pink snow.

It was exactly as you remembered it—as if you had stepped into the memory itself. Third Street Park in Macon.

Happiness—golden, wonderful happiness gave you wings. You felt so light on your feet.

But as you looked around, you didn’t see Henry, and your smile faded. Your heart hesitated. “Henry?”

“I’m here.”

And then you were okay, relieved, at the sound of his voice—soft and comforting. Since you met him, you often felt strange, or abandoned, without his nearness. You had longed for people before, but not like this.

You turned, and he stepped toward you, holding all of his tenderness for you in his eyes. How blue, how much brighter they were because of you—like the wings of a morpho butterfly.

“How are you—how is this possible?”

Henry’s eyes dropped, and you looked down to his overturning wrist. He pulled away his sleeve, unveiling bolded numbering against a map of blue veins.

001.

You understood now. They took him because he was just like the children. Except, he was patient zero. The first of them.

You held his wrist, thumb grazing the numbers. Your brow furrowed as you remembered all his pain associated with that branding.

“It’s alright,” Henry murmured, reaching his free hand up to cup your face.

You nuzzled his hand, touching your lips to his palm.

Around you, petals gathered like snowflakes, carpeting the ground in pink. Some clung to your hair, and his golden waves.

He rested his forehead against yours, your noses kissing. “It’s you and me now. I’ll keep you safe.”

[e-munson666]

More Than Mean 9

++Peter/Henry/001 x F!Reader++

(Peter rushes back to the lab to save you. Peter loses control and sends out a violent attack taking out everyone in the room, but are you okay?)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Language, Peter is his own warning. Forced relationship, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome for the reader. Death, murder. Blood. A/N: This series is dark. Please only view if you are comfortable. I in no way condone the things written. Fiction is fiction and nothing more.

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🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Fuming, Peter made his way back to the lab. Everything Brenner had told him was replaying in his head. He vowed to kill every last person inside that lab to get you back safely.

He made his way inside, killing every person he set his eyes on. He turns down a hall when he is greeted by a Dr. He recognized from his earlier years in the facility.

"Where is she" Peter hissed, watching the panic rise on the Dr's face. He held up is hand, choking them with his mind.

"Where. Is. She." He yelled.

"The infirmary....shes.....in the infirmary" the dr gasped, fighting for air. Peter quickly snapped their neck and stepped over their lifeless body.

He knew exactly where the infirmary was, having spent time in there on several occasions after punishment from papa.

Peter burst through the infirmary door, seeing you strapped to a bed, crying. Everyone in the room froze when Peter stepped in, he could smell the fear in the air as he stepped forward.

"Get the fuck away from her" Peter demanded, raising his hand. Threatening anyone who denied him with a grizzly death.

"Where's Brenner 001?" A nurse asked him, voice shaking as she spoke.

"Papa, is dead. And thats exactly where you'll be next if you don't get the fuck away from my girl"

"001 we can't do that. We have to remove the baby....... we can't have another YOU running around, you are volatile, dangerous.....this baby can't be born"

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Peter asked, throwing the nurse against the wall with his powers.

"Peter?" You say in a groggy voice, rasing your head to see the infuriated man to your left, holding the nurse against the wall.

"Im here bunny, im getting you out of here" Peter assured, snapping the neck of the nurse and turning to face you.

Another nurse took a step towards you, needle in hand. "001, if you step closer I will kill them both"

Those words sent Peter into a deeper rage. He screamed, causing vibrations in the floor. He dropped his hands to the floor and a Shockwave blew through the room, sending the 3 remaining nurses flying into the wall with a forced thud, their eyes gone, bones shattered......dead.

Peter takes a few deep breath before standing up and opening his eyes. He scans the room, looking at the aftermath of what he just did......then he sees it.

The bed you were strapped to was flipped over, and a pained cry was coming from you underneath it.

"FUCK" he cursed, quickly turning the bed right side up and seeing you bleeding from your nose and mouth. That wasn't what concerned him though......it was the blood.....coming from the crotch of your gown that sent him into a spiral.

"Bunny.....are you okay"

"Peter......somethings wrong" you bawl, arms immediately wrapping around your stomach when he undid your restraints.

Peter hesitantly put his hand on your stomach, closing his eyes.....listening....feeling....for any signs of life.

His eyes snapped open and he looked down at you with a pained face.

"No" you wailed, wrapping yourself around him when you pieced together what his face was saying.....

The baby was gone......the impact of your fall ripping the chord from the uterus......there was nothing either of you could do.

Peter tried to keep himself from falling apart as he held you.......his dream had just died before him.....his son was gone.....

"Im so....so sorry Bunny" "im so sorry I did this"

"You sa..saved me Peter.....you just saved my life" you whimper, wiping your eyes to look up at him.

"Im sorry about our baby Peter" you whispered.

"Its okay Bunny, lets get you some help, and go home"

You nod as Peter lifts you into his arms and starts making his way out of the facility.

"Im sorry Peter" you say solemnly

"Its okay little Bunny, we have our whole lives to try again" he kissed your head before exiting the lab.....for the final time.....everyone inside mangled and dead.....as he walked away with his little bunny in his arms.....

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"Finale"

Because I will never truly be done with these two.

[lovewithasideoffries]

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.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 017: Something’s Brewing

Mornings are for coffee, contemplation, and work visitations. And before you know it, things go from 0 to ‘Eleven’.

author's note: the layout of this chapter is heavily inspired by the writing style of one of my inspirations, @pinkrelish 💘 love you alyson!!

CW: fluff, boyfriend eddie, angst, drinking, smoking, profanities, physical altercations, arguing, aggressive eddie, GENERATIONAL CURSES, eddie misogynistic/ableist one-liner (our fave is also a man at the end of the day), therapist!eleven rise up 🤩🤩, divider from @attxnt

word count: 4.8k words

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

* = somewhat smutty chapters ** = smut chapters

You’ll NEVER. GET. AWAY. from the sound of a woman that loves you.

♡

WEEK-IS-LONG-WEDNESDAY

Eddie doesn't sleep well when you’re not with him. Like a fish out of water, your boyfriend flops and flails around in bed, rolling over his bumpy sheets that still linger with your scent. But before he can even get comfy, it’s already time to start the day.

Son of a bitch.

“Alexa,” Eddie pleads. “Please postpone my cries until tomorrow.”

“Sorry — Eddie… I don’t understand what you meant by please postpone my life until tomorrow.”

“That too I guess.”

———

It’s awfully quiet at Hellfire.

Your friends seem to be protesting your unjust departure, keeping the essence of you alive by paying the Hellfire Girls no mind.

Meanwhile the witches who made you quit are celebrating your absence, laughing and leaning against the wall, entertaining themselves with their week-old gossip that was centered around you. Because without talking about ‘Shy Girl’, they wouldn’t be as interesting. To anyone.

"Yeah and she didn't even have the decency to give her two weeks," Kassidy scoffs. "Just up and left. How immature."

They got what they wanted. You were gone. Controlled, altered, deleted. 86’d, baby. But at what cost?

“Classic Baby Stripper. Can’t handle Hellfire’s heat.”

Now it's their turn to have the spotlight again. Just like old times. Although this time around, that attention is all negative.

But it’s attention, nonetheless.

Emmy and the other Hellfire Girls are seen squirming around, struggling to to reach for a prop that was placed high up on a shelf.

"Mike, I can't reach this thing, can you come get it for me?"

"Sorry, busy," Mike scoffs, shuffling angrily past them.

A couple of raised eyebrows. Okay then…

"Dustin, do you think you can-"

"No. Do it yourself," Dustin snaps.

Every appetizer they ordered from Argyle came out dry or burnt. Any toiletries needed from Nancy were handed over with minimal eye contact and assistance. Jonathan stopped serving them alcohol three peach schnapps ago, but of course those bitches were too busy faking their intoxication to even notice.

And despite everything, they were still appalled. Surely EDDIE wouldn’t approve of this blatant favoritism.

After putting out his cigarette, Eddie makes his way inside with the paperwork needed for your severance check, along with more checks for the club (and Wayne) that he didn’t even want to think about.

"OH EM GEE, HI EDDIE BEAR!" the girls squeal at him. It's their one last attempt to be smothered with love and affection from your boyfriend.

SLAM. The door to Ed's office swings shut.

Chrissy and Nina erupt in laughter, because even despite getting rid of you, Eddie still doesn’t give those girls the time of day.

“Eat shit, you cunts,” Nina chuckles, shaking her head in satisfaction.

While it was obvious whose side The Party is on, the Hellfire Girls are STILL left distraught and confused.

"Do you guys...” Kassidy says. “…kinda get the vibe that everyone seems a bit pissed off today?"

THANKFUL-THURSDAY

"Thank you, come again!"

You had just finished making your 20th peppermint mocha of the morning. And to think you’re going to be here ‘til close…

Being a waitress and barista are two completely different ball parks, something you wish you knew before Steve got you the job at Newby’s not too long ago.

Syrups. Sauces. Coffee beans from robusta to arabica. The just-as-caffeinated juices that would taste a lot better with alcohol in them...

And the damn milks. God forbid you use soy milk instead of almond, otherwise Susan Swayne from the Hawkins Neighborhood Watch Committee will throw a hissy fit for everyone with a satellite dish to see. And you’d much rather not want to end up going viral on Reddit — again.

Sigh.

You’re whisking away at a matcha when you realize that a group of corporate Chads were looking at you for way too long. Your paranoid eyes scan the scene, heart nearly dropping to your stomach as you lean your body into Steve’s for comfort.

"People are staring at me," you report to him at a low whisper.

Harrington is right beside you, wiping the counter down with a wet cloth after spilling some half and half on it. Your new colleague glances over at them before giving you an earnest look of reassurance.

“They probably just have a staring problem,” he says. “New pretty face at a local coffee shop? Of course they’re gonna look at you.”

“I’m almost certain I gave one of them a dance.”

“You’re also making them a coffee,” he points out. “How many people can say that about their dancers? They should be grateful.”

It makes you less stressed knowing you have a male coworker by your side, and that your job predominantly takes place in broad daylight. Your stress is further alleviated when you see Max shuffle back in through the side door after her 15-minute juul break in the parking lot. She gives you a tense nod hello after exhaling a small cloud of 'Wild Raspberry Bubblegum' into the room.

“Back from your break?” you mumble rhetorically, avoiding direct eye contact with her.

“Yeah. I am.”

You and Max got into a fight earlier this morning. It was over something stupid, your first real fight since she found out you were stripping on the low. You’re stunned when she wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind, causing you to hum in endearment. Dearest Maxine…your baby sister.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," Max apologizes. "I'm not me when I go without smoking for too long."

"I forgive you," you hug her back. "Thank you for communicating your feelings. Wanna help me with this in-house order?”

“Of course.”

Since your whole lives were spent constantly losing people on such short notice, you, Max, and Billy have made it a goal to never go to bed angry. You all follow through with it 90-percent of the time, which is huge considering your dynamic. You never want to end the day on bad terms with anyone. With how the world operates nowadays, you just never know.

“You guys make coffee for non-heroes?”

And you weren’t going to start the day mad either. To your surprise, your gaze is met with Eddie’s when you turn around. Your boyfriend beams over at you with eager eyes, hands tucked neatly into his pockets as he waits to order.

“EDDIE!” you exclaim.

Mister-Leather-and-Denim greets you with his signature dimpled smile. "Hi, sweetie."

You practically leap over the counter to give your man a tight squeeze. He chuckles into you, his cool rings lightly pressing against your back during your embrace.

“Eddie...” you coo. “You came to see me!”

“I sure did,” your man sings as he goes to put you down. “Ohh my goodness… Look at you with your little barista apron! Do a little spin for me.”

You spin. Eddie hoots in adoration.

“Now do a little pose.”

You pose.

“One more turn for me, baby…all the way, all the way, all the way…” he instructs. Suddenly, his palm issues you a rough smack across the ass. “BOOM! There we go. Now we’re talkin’!”

“Hey hey hey, let’s keep it PG,” Harrington scolds him. “Bob watches the cameras when he’s not here.”

“Then Bob should know Eddie’s hands are rated E for everybody,” Eddie tuts, slyly clicking his tongue at Steve. “Didn’t think I’d miss YOU now did you, Big Boy? C’MERE!”

Eddie scurries towards Steve to give him his as well. Smack. Almost like it’s muscle memory.

Max shakes her head in amusement as watches their tomfoolery unfold in front of her. She always used to think you were exaggerating their 'bromance', but now her doubts have been debunked.

“Need some caffeine to kickstart your heart today?” she asks your boyfriend.

“Not particularly, since your sister’s in front of me,” Eddie replies, chuckling at his own cheesy joke. But then he hands her a 20. “I’ll take a cold brew though. Change is yours to keep.”

“My hero, my hero,” Max hums. You watch as she opens the register to acquire the difference.

Your sister starts on Eddie’s drink while you two spend some time together. Out of habit, you fiddle with his hair and then lovingly stroke his face, all while Eddie scans the room around him, his curious fingers dancing over to the plastic tip jar next to the pastries behind you.

“How much for the trail mix?” he comments.

“Ha-ha,” you respond to him dryly.

“Baby you could make this much in tips in a second at Hellfire.”

“I’m not going back,” you respond with certainty.

Eddie’s face drops when he realizes how serious you sound. Tucking his hands back into the pockets, Mr. Tough guy elicits a rather child-like pout.

“But everybody misses you.”

“Not everybody.”

“Everybody who matters,” he corrects himself.

“That’s sweet,” you admit. “But we’ll all still hang out, y’know? I just...really wanna keep our work-life shit separate.”

“I understand, baby,” Eddie frowns. “I just miss your face is all.”

It was a shitty situation those girls put you and Eddie in. But now that you’ve had time to think about it, you don’t need Hellfire anymore. Stripping has rocket-launched you out of debt; and now that you’re comfortably on your feet, with everything you could possibly want and more, you see no need in having a hustle mentality anymore. And besides, everyone and Eddie knew that to you, Hellfire was only temporary.

“I miss you too,” you assure Eddie. “But I'm out of that cacoon now and spreading my wings. Thanks to you. We can celebrate off the clock."

“Now I like the sound of that," Eddie smirks as he pulls you into him again. He gives you another, rather tight, squeeze followed by a delicate forehead kiss. "So amazing to hear, sweetheart. I’m so happy for you.”

FACE-THE-TRUTH FRIDAY

“You’re upset.”

It’s an assumption that irritates the shit out of Eddie. Jane watches your boyfriend as he frantically ushers himself around, stress-cleaning everything at POTIONS while Jonathan takes his lunch. For as long as she's been here, it's been observed that the only thing Eddie seems to be running on today is a hot chip, and yet another cold brew from Newby’s that you had made for him.

“I’m not upset, Eleven.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m NOT,” Eddie insists. “Shy Girl and I are doing great, thank you very much.”

But the psych major doesn’t believe it one bit. Setting the pencil she was twiddling down onto her notebook, Jane narrows her eyes.

“Wanna know how I know you’re lying?”

“Hit me.”

“I never once mentioned Hargrove’s name.”

Caught. Red-handed. A sucker-punch to the ego. Eddie’s cheeks flush an exposed shade of pink, having been read to filth by the girl he and Steve used take turns babysitting when she was a little kid.

“And boys always lie,” ‘Eleven’ tuts. Jane starts to dismantle her waffle fries as if they were pieces of pull-apart bread. She then shoves the Eggo-shaped taters into her mouth. “‘s like it’s in their blood.”

“Girls lie too,” Eddie scoffs.

“But they lie better.”

Eddie pretends to dismiss it, waving Jim and Joyce’s daughter off so she could go with Mike who has probably forgotten to take inventory yet again. But when she doesn’t, and insists on playing therapist, Eddie can’t help but wonder what Jane and Wheeler could possibly be fighting about now.

“Don’t start your relationship off with a lie,” Eleven forewarns. “I can tell you really like Shy Girl. And if that’s the case, I assume you trust her enough to be honest with her.”

"I am honest with her."

“Bullshit.”

He peers back over at Jane.

Eddie’s assets — at this point — have now become a liability. And it was YOU who had to pay the price.

But he knew he still had to be realistic. There was no way in hell that he could spoil you, take you out, buy you nice things, and introduce you to new experiences if his business is in shambles. He needed his dancers.

"If you can’t get rid of those girls, you at least owe Shy Girl the truth,” Jane points out. She finds herself leaning across the bar. "And the truth is... you’re upset about her quitting.”

Eddie shrugs, choosing to gloss over how he really feels in hopes of getting a second opinion. “But I don’t know why I’d be upset. She’s doing what’s best for her.”

But Eleven clears him immediately.

“Because your abandonment issues tell you she gave up too easily,” She shoves another waffle fry into her mouth. “therefore she didn’t fight hard enough for your relationship.”

Man.

“Otherwise, you two would’ve found a compromise by now,” Eleven keeps going. “Meaning she would’ve stayed. Could’ve stayed.”

She pauses for the dramatics while Eddie uncomfortably clears his throat.

“Should’ve stayed," she finishes.

Bingo. It’s like Eleven found a way to invade Eddie’s mind somehow. Disgusted with himself, it also dawns on him that although the kids are much older now, they’re still sponges. That means they can still read into him and everyone else, even more than they could’ve when they were only 12. And this time around, there’s no filter when it happens. It’s a scary thought.

“I liked you better homeschooled.”

SHRUG-IT-OFF SATURDAY

It’s D&D night at Jeff’s house and you’re in charge of food prep. But you really don't see the point in it anymore, considering bank heist campaigns are way more interesting than the messy charcuterie board in front of you.

"I can't believe tonight will go down as the Craigslist Campaign," Max remarks. "That's where Eddie found these guys, right?"

"It's where Gareth found them," you correct her. "I hope they all get along, though. Campaigns are huge for Eddie."

You watch your boyfriend from the kitchen as he does his thing, kneeling on the wooden table as he prefaces the campaign with an introductory monologue. It all makes you swoon. Eddie is just so animated. It's in the dramatic changes in his voice depending on who he's imitating. His theatrical jazz hands. His extremely detailed, and lucid story-telling that slips so naturally off his tongue.

Eddie Munson knows how to put on a show. As a performer yourself, you can appreciate watching his universes come to life. This is a look into Eddie's mind. His world. His safe space. And he appears to be having a lot of fun with it.

Your lip curls involuntarily. A little too much fun, you think to yourself…shamefully, spitefully.

“You’re not mad at Eddie, are you?”

You look at your sister like she's crazy. Max knows you and your micro-expressions like the back of her hand. Wasn't really a hobby she picked up per se, but more of a survival tactic. It makes you second guess yourself. Surely you didn't make yourself that obvious, did you? But even then, you're not even that bitter about it. So why are you physically reluctant in giving an answer that your brain is so sure of?

“No,” you shake your head. “Why would I be mad?”

“He barely did anything to defend you from those girls,” Max points out. “You’re his girlfriend and what do they get? A slap on the wrist for all of the shit they've done? It’s unfair!”

You silently return to your edible arrangement, putting the grapes next to the cheeses and away from the deli meats so that Gareth doesn't get 'the ick'. Then you grab a wine glass to make a rose shape out of said deli meats. Max doesn't back down.

"It's okay if you're upset," she tries again.

"I'm not upset, Max."

"You're lying."

"Am not!" You quickly jump to defend Eddie. "I genuinely think, and know, that Eddie's a keep-the-peace kind of guy. Besides, Hellfire would've been in jeopardy if he fired those girls."

"Hellfire would've been in jeopardy if Billy pressed those charges."

You think about the fight more often than you would like. It was the only time you've truly seen Eddie out of character.

"But that's different. Billy pushed all the right buttons. I know Eddie. He's not as manic as people paint him out to be."

And as if it were a joke, the Universe uses this impeccable timing to launch you into a panic. Soon the sound of shattered glass and moving chairs fill the room, and when you whip your head over to the sound of the commotion, you're stunned to see your man lunging at one of the strangers that were sat at Jeff's dinner table.

"EDDIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" someone yelps.

"You wanna say that shit again?" Eddie demands. "Huh, do you?"

"What the actual fuck," Max breathes out with her hand clutched to her chest. "That came out of nowhere."

"Disrespecting my fucking friend in his own fucking house?!" he gives the guy another violent rattle. "Huh?!"

You're unsure whether to intervene or not, but the guys seem to have it managed so you just stay put in the kitchen. From what you gathered, the guy said something rude to Jeff, making fun of his class and level and using his character skin as a reason for being inferior to him. But clearly, he was still no match for the Dungeon Master.

Eddie shakes his head in pity.

"Classic fucking bard," Eddie spits. "All that talk and all that charisma, but you're still FUCKING WEAK in battle."

"Hurtful..." Dustin, whose also a bard, whimpers.

"Wasn't talking about you, Henderson," Eddie huffs.

Then who was Eddie talking about? Because according to the look on everyone's faces, his rage didn't align with the severity of the issue at hand. The guy did seem condescending and patronizing when you met him, but all he did was poke fun at Jeff. Something the Hellfire boys already do with one another.

Eddie's outburst is enough to end the campaign early, and the guys who allegedly violated Jeff that badly left without a cue. As everyone cleans up after themselves, Gareth locates all the drinks that Eddie has downed tonight and confiscates them. You remember the time Eddie told you drinking makes him feel gross. Makes him act gross too, apparently.

"Eddie, what the fuck, man? Where did that rage even come from?"

"Dude was cocky as hell," Eddie shakes his head at Gareth. "They can act stupid about it, but I see all the underlying shit. They knew what they were doing."

Suddenly your ears perk up. If you had been the one to say that, you could easily appoint those very sentences to the situation with the Hellfire Girls. The burning in your chest is undeniable now. Of course that's how shit starts to feel when it gets personal.

"No one bullies my boys and gets away with it," Eddie says. "They can get out and stay out."

Max looks back over at you, just as distraught. Then she says exactly what you were thinking but were far too afraid to admit. "Where was that energy when you were at Hellfire?"

You and Eddie go to different bathrooms to collect yourselves, both for entirely different reasons. Seeing Eddie that distressed over something so small really had you wondering if he was upset about something else as well. But then you start getting upset at yourself for not putting your concerns first. And this concern was a huge one. He can do that with his boys but not with you?

“Oh my god,” it dawns on you. “I guess I am disappointed in Eddie.”

And then, from the other side of the house, in Jeff's bathroom, it dawns on Eddie too as he sobers up.

“Oh my god. I guess I am upset with Hargrove.”

SUCKER-PUNCH SUNDAY

“You’re early, babe,” you remark.

Little did you know Eddie would’ve been at your door even earlier, had he not been rehearsing what to say in his van...and doom-scrolling the internet for the past hour.

“Just didn’t wanna be late!” is what he comes up with.

You greet him with a kiss shortly before allowing him into the home. Max is working today while Robin and Vicky were out running errands. This left you both plenty of time to hash things out if needed, both in the living room and the bedroom (if it applies).

C'mon, Hargrove, you urge yourself. Just say it.

"Listen..." you both say at once.

You both pause, glancing over at one another in surprise.

"What are you about to say?" you ask him.

"What are YOU..." he counters. "about to say?"

"You go."

"No no," he deflects. "Ladies first, I insist."

You hate that he's a gentleman sometimes. Out of the many situations where you had to rip the band-aid off, somehow this was the hardest one. After swallowing hard one last time, you finally come out and say it.

"I'm..." you begin. "I've been thinking all week. And... I guess am upset with how shit ended with Hellfire."

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god, you too?"

Suddenly, the air seems breathable again. You and Eddie both sigh in relief which then extorts a chuckle out of the two of you. At last, you two seem to be on the same page about this minor discrepancy.

"I've been losing sleep over it all week."

"I've been stress-cleaning trying to think of how to come to you about it!"

"Oh my god..." Eddie laughs.

"This is crazy!" you exclaim.

"I forgive you," the two of you say simultaneously.

Your eyes widen simultaneously as well.

"Wait, what?" you echo one another again.

"What do you mean you forgive me?" you hiss. "I should be the one forgiving you, not the other way around."

"Well... you kinda left me in a crummy spot... leaving Hellfire so soon?" Eddie argues. "And you were almost everybody's favorite dancer too. Outside of Chrissy."

"You left me in a crummy spot!" you place your hands on your hips. "By refusing to fire the dancers who made my life a living hell. The bullying wouldn't stop until I quit and you just let that happen."

"Okay first of all, you chose to quit," Eddie snaps. Anger starts to simmer within you. "After I begged you time and time again not to. And you were the one who told me not to get rid of the dancers because it would've been easier to just get rid of you, the one."

"I still expected you to give them some harsh ass consequences!" you exclaim. "And what do you mean I didn't fight hard enough for you? You shouldn't have to make me fight in the first place."

"You know what I mean," Eddie huffs. "And expected? I can't read your mind, Hargrove! How was I supposed to know what to do?"

How was he supposed to know? How was he supposed to know? Not reassuring at all coming from a business owner and manager. And the gag is Eddie sure knew what to do last night, when something similar happened to his homeboys.

"You literally kicked those dudes out last night for bullying Jeff. At the drop of a hat. But you couldn't do with the girls the same way?"

"Those Craigslist dudes don't pay the BILLS, sweetheart," Eddie emphasizes. "Had they been responsible for my paycheck, I may have approached it differently."

"I don't care anymore!" you exclaim. "Paycheck this, paycheck that. It's the principle of it, Eddie! The girls bullied me and all you did was slap them on the wrist. I expected you to do more."

"There it is again, 'expected'! I'm a simple guy, babe. I can't read you like a puzzle! Say what's on your mind. Why do you have so much trouble speaking up?"

"I shouldn't have to hold your hand through something so simple though. Forget that I'm your girlfriend for just a minute. You should've fired them when you realized they were sabotaging another dancer. And whose to say this was their first time doing it? What if they did it with Isabelle too?"

"Don't talk about Isabelle!" Eddie snaps at you. "You don't know anything that happened with her."

"Oh so now you're defending your ex wife too? OVER ME? Your actual, current girlfriend?! It's just anyone but me at this point. WHY AM I THE LAST PRIORITY? IT'S MY RELATIONSHIP."

"IT'S MY RELATIONSHIP TOO!"

"You don't seem to be fighting for it!"

"You're one to talk! You're the one who left when it got hard."

"I don't leave when shit gets hard," you argue. "I leave when shit doesn't change. When shit becomes toxic."

You did it with your last relationship. You did it when you and Max left Billy. You did it with Hellfire when the torment wouldn't stop. And you might as well do it again with Eddie, if nothing changes.

"You know what apologies without change is?" you grumble. "It's manipulation."

"Oh, so I'm a manipulator now?!" Eddie questions. "I did EVERYTHING you told me to do, but now I'm still a manipulator?!"

"Birds of a feather," you huff angrily. "Living up to the Munson name, huh?"

"That's not fair, baby."

"It is."

"NO, IT'S NOT!" Eddie booms. "How would you feel if I told you that you were living up to the Hargrove name? By blowing shit out of proportion when it doesn't even need to be like that?"

"DOESN'T NEED TO BE LIKE THAT?" you shout. "DOESN'T NEED TO BE LIKE THAT? THOSE BITCHES RUINED ME, PUT SUGAR IN MY GAS TANK, AND YOU'RE ACCUSING ME OF READING TOO MUCH INTO IT?"

"Now you're just putting words in my mouth."

"I'd like to put something in your mouth, that's for sure."

"Kinky," Eddie says smartly.

"That's all your mind travels to, is sex isn't it?! No wonder you keep those sluts around."

You and Eddie continue to argue back and forth, the volume of your voices gradually getting louder. Eventually, you grow overwhelmed, and the only thing that will calm you down is a good ol' scream.

Just like a banshee, a high-pitched scream rips through the house.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

You throw a nearby plastic cup at the wall, you're so angry and overstimulated.

"The hell was that?" Eddie questions. A laugh tugs at the corner of his mouth. For a minute, he looks like Billy when he gets a reaction out of you. That really sets you off.

Now you're out for blood. Out for the very thing, every Hargrove wants: the last word. He's right. You are living up to the Hargrove name. But why does it feel so good?

Unable to control yourself, your palms land across Eddie's chest and you shove him into the wall, causing Eddie to short circuit in shock. His face drains to a pale white. Now suddenly, you're Billy. And Eddie is you, looking at you the way you would look at your brother whenever he screamed or punched a wall.

Now Eddie's angry too. As much as he wants to get you back, it's still natural for him to physically refrain himself from doing so. Eddie Munson does not hit women. Wayne raised him better than that.

So instead, he settles for a verbal jab.

“You’re crazy. What is wrong with you, Hargrove?"

It's the damned C word that no enraged woman wants to hear. But now that you've heard it, there's no turning back. You're done with him.

"Get out," you order him.

"Fine," Eddie mutters. "Fine, I'm off to Wayne's anyway!" You stomp after Eddie as he starts making his way towards your door. "He's the only fucking person who seems to understand me."

The two of you share one final look before he heads out.

You hate that it has to end this way, because the devastated demeanor in his beady, brown eyes share that same sentiment. The sorrow is unspoken, but universal. Just as the love and yearning is, even when your words display a lack thereof.

"So you're gonna leave me?" Eddie gulps. "You're gonna leave me, huh? Just like everyone else does?"

You shake your head bitterly. If there's anything about you that you love/hate, it's that you always stand on your business. "Don't worry. Plenty of other bitches in the sea for you."

The final blow to Eddie's chest. Normally Eddie would've been able to recover from that... would've been able to leave the argument untouched after hearing those words... had it not been for you, the only person he truly sees himself with. The only person he would look for in a sea of people.

"I really thought you were different, Shy Girl," Eddie shakes his head. "That's what I get for hiring someone who doesn't understand what the industry can be like."

That's what he hits you with? Just then, the sadness is replaced by resentment entirely.

"I HATE YOU, Eddie Munson," you grimace. "I never want to see your face again."

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Music to His Ears

pairing: Jamie x fem!reader Summary: You don't mean to disobey him, but he punishes you as he sees fit. Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), oral (f receiving), fingering, sprinkle of edging and thigh riding, choking, protected sex, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, praise, (if there's any i missed please let me know!) WC: 3,914 (this is my first ever fic/smut, i'm hoping you enjoy!)

The first time you “disobeyed” Jamie (as he put it) was when he first started working. He had to get a new song finished by the end of the week and didn’t want to waste any time procrastinating. You understood that he needed time, so you tried to give him the space to focus. In your defense, he said he’d be done in a few minutes, never giving a specific time. So when you knocked on the door to ask if he wanted to watch tv after a few hours of him working and were told “give me a minute!”, you were confused. You did however know that it takes time for greatness, so you left him alone so he could keep working.

The second time occurred a little later in the day, when you were making a snack for yourself and accidentally slammed the cabinet door a little too hard. The thin walls weren’t helping you, and you heard him raise his voice to say “darling, be quiet!”. You let out a small sigh and sat down, eating what you made for yourself, and noticing the quiet piano coming from the room down the hall. Before meeting Jamie, you hadn’t ever had the urge to play an instrument. But within a year of being with him, he had taught you piano, guitar, and was trying to teach you the drums. You loved every second of him showing you how to play, his eyes lighting up when you played your first song for him. Jamie brought music into your life in a way that you had never heard before, and when you played for him, it was music to his ears.

The third (and final) time happened after you ate dinner. You had eaten alone, Jamie coming into the kitchen to get some of the lasagna you made and give you a quick kiss before going back into his studio. You cleaned up the dishes and then went to the bedroom, lying down and grabbing your phone to scroll through whatever looked interesting. More piano and guitar was heard, along with potential lyrics through the door that had been closed for far too long. You set your phone down on the bedside table and walk up to the studio door, knocking so gently you weren’t sure if he heard you. The music stops and you hear footsteps leading to the door. Jamie opens it and you see his eyes for only the 3rd time that day. He gives you a small smile before going to close the door again, but you stop it with your arm and a look of confusion appears on his face.

“Love, I have to work, please.” He tries to close it again, but your arm stays where it is.

“I’ve only seen you 3 times today, Jamie. I know you have to finish this by Friday, but it’s only Tuesday, baby. I was wanting to spend a little time with you before bed.” You lean against the door frame, positioning your foot so it keeps the door from closing.

“It’s only 7 darling, I'll be done soon.” His hand tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as he leans in to kiss you, and you kiss back. One of your hands reaches up to run through his hair, the other resting on his shoulder. You feel his other hand on your waist, and you’re gently pushed away from him. “As much as I want this to continue, I don’t want this to be in the back of my head.” He says, motioning to the setup he has behind him of sheet music and various instruments.

“You’ve been working since 10am, Jamie. I get that you have a deadline, but your girlfriend misses you.” You say, arms crossed. One of his brows raises and he looks you up and down.

“You miss me, do you?” His hands go to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles over your shirt. You nod, hoping he’ll take a few minutes to focus on you instead of his current task at hand. “I could tell, you’ve been trying to get my attention all day. Asking me questions, slamming things, just couldn’t stay quiet, could you?” He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Just wanted to see my favorite musician.” You smile, putting your hands on the sides of his neck. You feel his hands move lower, until they reach the back of your thighs. He picks you up and you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist. A grin appears on his face while he walks backward a little bit before closing the door, pinning you against it. Taking your hands off his shoulders, he intertwines your fingers as he presses your hands against the door. 

“You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” His lips go to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that make you sigh and tilt your head, giving him better access. You felt him suckling and nipping at your neck. Jamie bit hard, enough to draw a whimper from you. The pulse where he had just bitten was beating a little faster, and you knew there would be a red mark there. He pulled his face away and his eyes connected with yours, making you shiver.

“Not needy, baby. Just missed you all day.” You try to lift your hands even a little, but you aren’t successful. “Jamie, this isn’t fair.” The words come out as more of a whine than you intended, which made a small smirk appear on his face.

“This isn’t fair?” He puts you down and backs away from you, the sudden loss of contact from him making you cross your arms again. “What isn’t fair is you wanting my attention, making all this commotion while I'm trying to work, then wanting more than what I give you.” He gives you a look that you knew all too well. There was a plan in his mind and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach, or the wetness you felt pooling in your panties. He grabs your hand and walks over to the piano bench, sitting down and pulling you to straddle him. “I’ll show you what isn’t fair. Act like a brat all day, gonna get treated like one.” 

You feel him growing harder under you and you can’t help the smile that shows on your face. “I guess I'm not the only one that missed this.” Your arms link around the back of his neck as you grind against him only once, trying to get a reaction from him. His hands find a home on your hips and stop you from moving anymore. 

“Did I say you could do that? No, I didn't. Brats don’t get to do what they want.” He moves you so you’re straddling one of his thighs, his hands still on your hips. Jamie begins to roll your hips against his sweatpant cladded thigh and your head rolled back a little with each bit of friction against your clothed clit. 

“Jamie, fuck, please.” You lazily look back up at him with hooded eyes, your hands reaching up to the back of his neck, tugging at the roots of his hair. He lets out a groan and a lazy chuckle, resting his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Now you wanna beg and be a good girl? It’s too late for that, darling.” You feel his thigh flex under you and you can’t help the whine that escapes you. “Jesus love, I can feel you soaking on my pants. Does my thigh feel good on your clit? I bet it’s so fuckin’ swollen.” Your legs shook with every word he said. The more he moved your hips against him, the more you moaned. The softness of his sweatpants felt good against you, but you needed more, and he knew it. “I’ll give you what you want, angel, but you can’t cum until I say so.”

“Whatever you want, I don't care, I just need more.” You know you sound desperate, but you’re more interested in feeling his hands on you. The oversized shirt you had on was pushed up to just above your panties, and one of his hands played with the waistband. He paused his teasing to move you back so you were straddling him and you felt his hands move slowly up your thighs. His fingers reached your panties and pulled them to the side, sucking in a breath when he saw how wet you really were. 

“All this for me, darling?” His blue eyes keep contact with yours, as if putting you in a trance. You nod and feel him hover a finger over your clit before applying pressure, moving in slow circles. It wasn’t a lot, but you didn’t care.

“J-Jamie, oh my god.” The noise was music to his ears, moving his finger lower until sliding it inside of you. He started with slow thrusts just to hear you whine for him to go faster. Your eyes closed as you tried to hold back the moans he was pulling from you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer when he added another finger, thrusting even faster and curling them at the special spot inside of you. Your hands gripped his biceps for support when he added his thumb to the mix, rubbing harsh circles on your throbbing clit. Jamie waited until the last possible second before the tight coil inside you could burst, pulling his fingers out as your head started to fall back.

“I believe I said not to cum until I said so.” Jamie brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them inside and licking them clean. He removes his fingers with a pop and grips your thighs, lifting you as he stands. Setting you down on top of the piano, he leans in and kisses you. A quiet moan leaves you as you barely taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is over too quickly for your liking when he pulls away, a small smirk appearing on his face. “I think you can handle more edging, angel.” 

“I really don’t think so Ja-” You stop talking when you feel his lips press gentle kisses against your thigh. Looking up at you, he gives you a wink before inching his lips up more, closer to where you needed him. His hands pulled your thighs apart and you saw his eyes light up at the sight of your pussy soaking through your panties, before deciding that the fabric had to go. The warmth of his body was hard to ignore as he stood up and moved closer to you, fingers going under the waistband and pulling down your panties. They were thrown in no particular direction and Jamie knelt back down so he was eye level with the place you wanted, needed, to feel him. 

“If you touch me, I’ll stop.” Is all he says, his breath hitting your clit with every word. He looks up at you to make sure you heard him and he sees you nod. His bright eyes keep contact with yours as he finally licks at your clit, just once, sending a shock through you. Your hands balled into fists as you tried with every ounce of self control to not pull his hair. He stands again, gently nudging at your shoulders to make you lie down across the shiny black surface. His hands grab your own and bring them to the sides of your head before setting them down. “These don’t move, understand?” One of his hands travels to your throat, gently squeezing as he speaks.

“Yes, god yes, I understand.” You nod as best you can with his hand around you. He lets go of your throat and both his hands travel down your body, moving up your shirt so it wouldn’t be in the way. His face gets closer to your clit and your breathing quickens from the anticipation. You felt his soft lips close around your clit and suck softly, humming as he swiped his tongue over it. Your lips parted and a moan left you as you felt him pull you closer to him. He knew that he drove you crazy with how he made you feel, it was a feeling he’d never get tired of. 

“You’re so needy for me, darling.” He hovered a finger over your entrance while he went back to sucking your clit, making you whine for more. He slowly pushed his finger in as his teeth grazed over your clit, your back arching up a little at the feeling. Gentle pumps mixed with his mouth on you made your mind turn to mush as you tried to not move your hands to tug his hair. After a few seconds, another finger was added and he quickened his pace. 

“Jamie, please don’t stop.” Your voice comes out shaky and your head tilts back a little. His lips pull away from your clit and he licks it again, his tongue spelling something. It takes a second to figure out what it is; his name. You moan at the thought of him taking the time to trace out each letter and your hips buck up, wanting more. His free hand presses on your hips to keep them down and the coolness of his rings on your skin makes a shiver go down your spine. “I need more, baby, I need to feel more.” You feel your face turn red as you speak and you’re almost positive your heart is beating out of your chest.

“You want more from me? I’m giving you so much already, why don’t you use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want princess, hmm?” He pulls away from your clit as he speaks, his hand still moving at a fast pace inside you. You struggle to form a coherent sentence as you look up to see him looking right back at you. His blue eyes sparkle as he waits to hear what you have to say.

“Your mouth- tongue- please.” You take a breath between words, trying to be as clear as possible with what you want. He snickers quietly as he watches you squirm from just his fingers inside of you. Your lips part and a moan leaves you, your legs shaking from how good it felt. Both fingers curled inside of you and your back arched, but it wasn’t enough, not yet.

“God, you’re so needy and desperate for me.” His tone changed from playful to degrading as he spoke and it made your eyes roll back. You don’t get the chance to beg for more when you feel his tongue slide in next to his fingers. A pornographic moan leaves you as your body feels like it’s on fire, but you didn’t want it to stop. It was an entirely new feeling for you, but judging from the way your walls squeezed around him, he knew you loved it. 

“Jamie, holy shit-” You can’t finish your words as you feel him pumping his fingers and tongue in and out of you, curling up to graze that perfect spot inside you again. “F-feels so fucking good.” The praise is noticed by him and he moans against you, looking up to see your head thrown back. He felt you squeeze around him again and knew you were close, so he increased his speed. His other hand went to your clit, thumb moving in fast circles against the sensitive part of you.

“Cum for me, princess. Wanna feel you explode all over my mouth and fingers.” He pulls away to speak, but returns just as fast, repeatedly rubbing against that special spot only he could touch. Your thighs shook and your back arched as you came, making Jamie moan as he felt you gush around him. The only words you could say were his name followed by a string of profanity as he continued his assault on your now very sensitive pussy. He helps you ride out your high, slowly cleaning you up with his tongue as you twitch from the sensitivity every few seconds. “Look at you, all fucked out, so pretty.” He sucks his fingers clean and kisses up your body, lips eventually touching yours and you groan when he kisses you, still tasting yourself on him. “We’re not quite done yet though.” You watch as he dug in his pants pocket for his wallet, pulling out a condom.

“Let me, baby.” You’re still slightly panting as you lean up and take the condom from his hand and set it down next to you. Both of your hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down in one go. His cock springs forward, hitting his stomach with a wet slap, and your jaw drops at the sight. Your eyes travel up his body after gawking at how hard he is, and the smirk on his face makes your cheeks turn red. You keep eye contact with him as you reach for the condom with one hand and lick your other hand, bringing it to his shaft and giving a few strokes. His stomach muscles tense as you touch him, his head tilting back the slightest bit.

“Angel, I need to feel you wrapped around me.” Jamie's voice comes out strained as he lowers his head to look at you, seeing you bat your eyes innocently. You bring the condom wrapper up to your mouth, tearing it open with your teeth while your other hand continues stroking him, squeezing every few seconds. Your free hand takes the condom from the package and slides it onto his cock, making him let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Jamie quickly gets fed up with how slow things are going, sliding you off the piano and turning you around. “Time to fuck you like the brat you are.” 

“Take it ea-” You get cut off when Jamie's hand wraps around your throat and applies a small amount of pressure, pulling your back against his still clothed chest. His other hand hikes up your shirt so it’s just above your belly button before taking his cock and rubbing the tip against your clit, making you squirm with anticipation. “Jamie, please. Wanna feel you de-” A moan sneaks out of you as he thrusts once into you, completely filling you up. 

“God, you feel good wrapped around me.” Jamie says with a groan as he throws his head back. His thrusts started slow, but they were deep, hitting every inch of your dripping pussy. He knew exactly how to please you, every spot that made your eyes roll back and toes curl. You felt his hand squeeze your throat as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Look at my princess, taking everything I have to give.” A sharp thrust followed his words, and his other hand pressed onto the bulge that was now visible from inside of you. “See that? Feel that? That’s how deep I am in you. Such a pretty fucking pussy.” His tattooed hand squeezes harder with every word, making your moans hard to hold back. 

“Right there, god, please do that again.” It comes out more strangled than intended, but he knew exactly what you wanted. He knew he found the spot inside you that made you see stars and he gave another thrust up into it, making you grab his arm, nails digging into his skin. You clench around him and he lets out a moan as he rests his head on your shoulder. His lips press soft kisses to the spot right under your ear, playfully biting just enough to leave a mark. 

“Gonna cum for me, love? Can feel the way you’re squeezing me so fucking well.” His head lifts off your shoulder and he takes his hand off your stomach, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He licks from the middle to the tip of three fingers before trailing them down your body and rubbing fast figure 8s on your clit. The combination of his cock and fingers is becoming too much for you, and you can both tell by how your legs start to shake. Your upper body is still for a second as your legs threaten to close from the sensitivity between them and you can practically see his tired smirk from behind you. One final squeeze to the throat, and you lose all control.

“Oh my- fucking- Jamie-” Coherent words weren’t in your vocabulary as the pleasure from him took over your body. It felt as if you were on fire, in the best way possible. His hand tugs at your neck, pulling your head back so your lips meet his with a sloppy kiss, mainly teeth and tongue. You feel him groan into your mouth from how much you were squeezing his cock, and it made you clench around him again. 

A string of swear words left his mouth as his hips stilled, and you felt his stomach muscles tighten. His cock tensed inside of you while he came hard, grunts and moans falling from his lips to yours as he kept holding you against him. He ended the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he thrusted into you slowly, riding out the rest of his orgasm as you let out soft whines in his ear from the slight over stimulation. The thrusting finally stops and he carefully pulls out, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash next to the piano. 

His hand leaves your throat and you can feel the mark he left, but that’s what you loved about sex with Jamie, how excited he was to leave you with bruises. Your hands rest on the piano to steady yourself as you breathe deeply and feel his hands gently rubbing your sides to try and provide comfort. The warmth from his body is gone from behind you and you hear him pull his pants back up before walking to where your panties landed earlier. He comes back behind you and helps you put them back on, pressing soft kisses to your calves and whispering praises under his breath as you step into the fabric. 

When you’re both dressed again he puts his hands on your hips and walks you to the door. He sees your legs slightly shaking as he pushes it open and he smiles to himself before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. You feel the bed under you as he lays you down and you feel his weight next to you once he gets next to you. Instinctively you roll over, putting your head on his chest and leg on his thigh. Your limbs were tangled together, your arm reaching across to his shoulder as he put a hand on your arm, rubbing soothing shapes into the skin.

“You did so well, angel. Such a good girl for me.” He kissed the top of your head as he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from what happened just a few minutes earlier. Jamie loved music with all his heart. Singing, playing instruments, writing songs, the whole process of it. You were his favorite song. Whether you were playing the drums or the guitar, or having his cock deep inside you, it was all music to his ears.

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Updated Masterlist (+18)

A/N: Hey, readers! You can call me Use or Honey! As a novice fanfiction writer, I ask that you please have patience with me. I’m not a fast writer and I have lots of responsibilities that will delay my writing but I’m still dedicated to giving you all the best of content. I’m growing everyday with my writing so I’m always looking for room for improvement. Either way, I appreciate the love and support I’ve received. Thank you so very much! ❤️

Started: 06/07/2022

Last Updated: 07/26/2023

Latest Work(s): Made With Love (Eddie x Plus!Reader)

Total Works: 55

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🌩️= Angst/Fluff

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💦= Smut

💧= Implied Smut

⚠️= DARK

📥 = Requests

🚫= On Hold

🛑= Permanent Hiatus

✅ = Completed Series

🔥= Popular (1k & up notes)

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Stranger Things

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001

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Peter being vocal during sexy times 💦

ANGST

Where Do We Go From Here 📥 ⚡️

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Love, Papa ⚠️⛈️

***Vecna

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 📥⚠️💦🔥

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2 📥⚠️💦

Eddie Munson

IMAGINE

Innocent!Newkid!Eddie inviting you over 💧

Eddie helping with skin care routine ☁️

ANGST

FLUFF

I loved You First 1 🌩️

Made With Love ☁️

SMUT

The Elf Princess & Her Beloved 🌧📥

“Come Again?” 💦📥🔥

Eddie Had A Little Lamb 💦📥

Wrap It Up! 💦📥🔥

You’re Not The Boss Of Me 💦

SERIES

The Satanic Panic ⛈🚫

Cruel Little Vixen ⛈ 🔥

Steve Harrington

IMAGINE

Scoops Ahoy Steve doll comes to life ☁️💧

ANGST

Play Side A ⚡️💦

FLUFF

Too Quiet ☁️

SMUT

I Thought I’d Lose You 🌧

Play Side B ⚡️💦

SERIES

Montagues and Capulets ⛈🛑

Steddie x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Final Girl 💦⚡️⚠️ 🔥

SERIES

Jim Hopper

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Murray Bauman

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Just Share The Damn Bed 💦⚠️

Let Me Show You 🌧

Daisy Dukes 💦

SERIES

Jonathan Byers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 ⚠️💦⚡️

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

Argyle

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Billy Hargrove

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

This Isn’t You ⚠️⚡️💦🔥

SERIES

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Moon Knight 

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Adeline’s Hex 💦

SERIES

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OTHER MARVEL FANDOMS

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Steven Grant “Steve” Rogers

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Stucky x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

Breakfast In Bed ☁️💧

SMUT

SERIES

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OUTER BANKS

Topper Thornton

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Jezebel ⚠️💦

Everything Has Changed⚡️💦

SERIES

Rafe Cameron

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

JJ Mayback

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid 

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ANGST

FLUFF

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Alice In Borderland

Arisu Ryohei

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’d Stop The World ⛈️🔥

Video Games 💦🔥

I Still Get Jealous ⛈️📥

SERIES

Chishiya Shuntaro

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

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TOM FELTON CHARACTERS

Draco Malfoy

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Dr. Julian Albert

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’ll Make You Pay ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

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OTHER FANDOMS

I Know What You Did Last Weekend (Battinson x Kravitz!Selina Kyle x Plus!Reader) ⚠️💦

How To Be King (Viserys Targaryen III x Plus!Reader) ⛈️

Run With Me (Ser Criston Cole x Virgin!Targaryen!Reader) ⛈️

When A Stranger Knocks At Your Door…(“Doctor”Enmu x NurseNun!Reader ⚠️💦

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𓆩❤︎𓆪 Pacify him 𓆩❤︎𓆪

( PART 2 )

Yandere!Peter Ballard/Henry creel, dark!002 x hurt!Reader

READER IS 18!!

Summary: When getting caught talking to Peter after 002 specifically demanded you not to. 002 keeps up with his promises and makes you suffer greatly. But will anyone be there to save you? Is anyone willing to save you from this intoxicating relationship?

WARNING: Forced relationship, emotional and physical abuse, Non-con touching scene, grooming, manipulation, age-gap, love triangle, language, secret relationship, innocent!reader, 18+, smut, mentions of murder, angst, public humiliation, dark comfort, fluff, dark themes inside hawkins lab.

—Then again, as i briefly stated in part 1 i do not condone these actions! I find them beyond disgusting. Remember, this fanfic isn’t for everyone. I enjoy writing heavy angst so this is for my people who love dark fanfictions like me.

(part 1)

**Story in Reader’s POV**

“Y/N!” 002’s booming voice shouted, making me jolt away from Peter. I instinctively retreated to my partners side. Like a well behaved puppy. Whenever 002 would call my name, i mustn’t ignore it. Even as much as i despised it, as much as i resented it. It was just for my own safety. Besides, i couldn’t have 002 hurting Peter. He had powers and Peter was just an orderly.

A orderly i wasn’t supposed to interact with.. But i ended up doing so. My gut wrenched with intense fear as i dreaded my punishment.

002’s arm made its way to snake around my waist. Peter stood before us, trying to strain himself from casting that infamous infuriated glare he would cast upon 002 nearly every single encounter. My teeth clenched together as i tried to not cringe at 002’s touch. My mind told me to run, to use my powers and finally end this mess once and for all.

But at the end, i did nothing. I was submissive as always. An obedient person that everyone took advantage of. Day by day, i was growing exhausted from it. At the point i was very close to snapping. But as always i couldn’t.

I would always be weak.

002 tilted his head towards me, our eyes collided. It was just then i knew something was off. That look he casted me was no good. It was that familiar spark that shone in his gaze whenever he was up to something.

something evil.

My thoughts tried to brush it off. I couldn’t be thinking of it now. If only i could get my mind off things. My heart thumped out my chest as the air became think. So thick that someone could cut it in half with a butter knife.

002’s arm tightened around my waist, psychologically reminding me that he could break me in half with ease.

My body stiffened while 002 glanced back at Peter with a hateful glare. Such a possessive stare that basically meant: “Stay away from what’s mine”

“Two, i’m going to need you to leave the room and head towards the cafeteria to eat breakfast.” Peter ordered, because he was an orderly. He could control some of the test subjects here. But only some.

Most of the patients didn’t take him seriously. Because he was one of the youngest staff members. The other orderlies here were around their 50’s. Peter on the other hand being over 10 years younger.

002 only chucked in response to Peters orders. Which infuriated him but as always he kept that friendly smile plastered into his features. Out of everyone in this laboratory, Peter hated 002 the most.

“What’s so funny, hm?” Peter inquired, while pipping up one of his eyebrows. Knowing well what 002 was laughing at, “I gave you an order and you’re going to follow it! Or do i need to get Papa to escort you there?” A low threat escaped his lips and that’s something that caught 002’s attention.

002 was always intimidating, but he did have a weakness. His weakness was Dr. Brenner himself. 002 never got in trouble and didn’t even begin to think what it would be like if he did. The young man wasn’t scared of Peter, only scared of the freedom he had. Peter could easily inform Papa that he was acting up.

Let’s say, 002 wasn’t too keen on the decision so he huffed a sigh out in annoyance in response to Peter’s condescending threat.

“Come with me?” 002’s question was more of a demand. I was just about ready to follow him before Peter stopped me.

“She’s saying with me,” He sneered at the other boy lowly. In which 002 almost snapped in that moment. “You run along now.” Peter shooed him away as if he were a fly.

Now only the two of us were left in the empty corridor. This was going totally wrong. My steady heart beat was beginning to pick up pace once more.

No, i can’t do this. I need to get back to 002. But another part of me screamed to stay with Peter. Which i wanted to. But.. i couldn’t. Because i knew the consequences.

And those consequences were my biggest fear.

My body was acting on itself. My heart ached as i drifted away from Peter. No words can begin to describe how guilty i felt because of it. But i had to protect myself.

“Where do you think you’re going,” Peter’s question felt like a statement.

My body came to a halt and i turned to look back at him, “i’m going to the cafeteria with my boyfriend.”

And with that i roamed off, walking further and further away from him. I had a chance to be saved but i even fucked that one up. Even if he did save me there wasn’t anything he could do. 002 would always be there, to hurt me, to hurt us. I was doing this for the better. I had to control myself as i fought back tears.

I made my way into the cafeteria to see 002 and a couple of his friends. An empty seat open for me. I hastily stormed over and took my place next to him.

“Do you remember when i told you that i didn’t like you talking to him?” 002 growled lowly, so lowly i almost wasn’t able to hear him due to all the scraping noises of cutlery that filled the bland cafeteria.

“Yes, but he talked to me.” I reply in defense, hoping he’ll buy it.

002 didn’t like my excuse, “I don’t care, you still let it happen!”

His sharp breathy whisper sent shivers down my spine. Something about the way he spoke made me even more fearful than i was before. My heart increased speed. My palms sweaty with shaking knees. Is it normal to be this afraid of someone you love?

Is this love?

Suddenly, 002 with his small group of friends rose from their tables and prepared to exit the cafeteria. My conflicted gaze fell upon theirs. What were they doing? Where were they going?

“Are you coming or not?” 002’s shook me out of my trance of racing thoughts. Without thinking, i nodded and followed them out the cafeteria and into the hallway. 002’s hand softly made contact with mine as we now walked hand in hand.

I didnt trust his kindness. What could he be up to this time?

Suddenly i felt my body get forcefully shoved into a small storage closet that no one ever went in. As my body stumbled backwards my back hit the end of the wall in response. The harsh impact causing me to wince in pain.

002 then approached me, it wasn’t long until his body was now pinning me up against the wall. The only thing that could be heard was faint giggles from his peers and the sound of the heavy door shutting closed. My fear and confusión only rose as the seconds passed.

002’s cold orbs stared directly into mine. His intense staring made my soul want to leave my body. I felt my frame becoming smaller and smaller under his sudden dominant behavior. But this wasn’t in a good way.

His freehand then proceeded to find it’s way to my leg before slowly venturing up my gown further and further until his fingers made contact in between my inner thighs. My heart sank as i stopped him abruptly with extreme fear in my eyes. When i stopped him he gave me a confused stare.

“Two,” I say, “Two, what are you doing? there are people here with us- please don’t..” I beg, my voice cracking at the end as i tried to strain myself from sobbing.

“I keep my promises, Y/N,” 002 sternly states, “What you did was unacceptable and you’re going to pay.. they’re going to watch as i corrupt your innocence.” He says, referring to his friends when saying ‘they’

I knew what he was going to do, i had to do anything in my power to stop it! My body squirmed underneath him as i tried to break free but it was no use.

“Why are you making this so difficult!” He snapped then slammed my head against the wall. I screamed in pain but before a sound was able to escape my lips 002 aggressively slapped his hand over my mouth to prevent any noise from coming out of me.

My thighs shake, as tears cascaded down my face. My lip quivering in fear while his rough fingers made contact with the silk of my panties. Nothing about this is okay. No one could save me either, i foolishly expected his friends to put a stop to it but they only watched me as i got violated.

They even laughed at me.

I couldn’t control my crying at this point. 002 publicly degraded me as his fingers pumped in and out of me. This didn’t feel pleasurable whatsoever. It hurt. His friends spectated this unfold and i felt beyond humiliated. There was nothing i could do about this so i let him do it to me. I let him continue his sexual assault on my body despite my protests. All while his friends mocked me in the background.

Slut! Whore! Cunt! Bitch! 002 spat obscenities at me while i endured his ongoing brutal assault. My eyes automatically close shut. I just couldn’t bear to hear any of this anymore. I just didn’t want to look at any of it.. why did he have to make me feel this way? He never cared about anything i wanted. He only wanted me catering to him and only him.

002 was allowed to have friends and make basic human interactions.

I was not. I was never allowed to socialize with anyone ever since i started dating him.

He was allowed to have control. Telling me what to do and how to behave.

I couldn’t argue back. Because if i did, he’d only hurt me in return. I was there to only listen and obey his every word.

Thoughts overwhelmed my throbbing head and at this point i was like a toy to him. A toy he could play with until he got bored. Once he got bored of me i’d practically be useless.

His cruel torture on my now sore body was over with. As soon as he released me my body dropped onto the cold ground with a hard thud. I didn’t understand this feeling, my eyelids felt heavy as i fought to stay awake. I was overcome with a new sensation and my lower regions felt soaked and gooey but it wasn’t in a good way. I sit on the ground, my knees tucked into my chest as i curled up into a ball.

“Aw, poor baby! Does it hurt?” One of his feminine friends taunted. I avoided her foul gaze.

The last thing i saw was 002, my once love, and his gang of fuck ups exiting the storage room. With no emotion whatsoever. Of course they didn’t care! No one would ever care about me!

—

You don’t know how many hours you cowered there for but before you knew it the door of the storage closet swung open. Great fear pulsed through your adrenaline. Your body shaking in response, fearing that it might be 002. But to your relief, it wasn’t.

Your head that was lying on the wall ever so surely looked up and there you saw Peter.

At first he sternly asked, “What are you doing in here? You aren’t allowed to be in here.”

But when he noticed your glistening eyes, that’s when he calmed down a bit. Instead, looking at you with a frantic gaze. Within an instant he was at your side, crouched down to your eye level, bombarding you with questions that only stressed you out even more. Peter wasn’t the best at comprehending human emotions so he had no clue that he was only worsening your high functioning anxiety.

He’d angrily inquire the following, “What happened?!” “Are you okay?” “Who did this!” 

You couldn’t help but burst into ugly sobs at that very moment. Peter attempted to reach his soft hand out so that he could rest it on your cheek but you resisted. Flinching at his touch as you withdrew your shaking body away from his. Peter’s heart sank.

“Baby, please come here.. let me take you back to your room, yeah?” Peter soothed comfortingly. Something about his voice grasped your attention. It made you feel safe. He gave you this new feeling, a new sensation. It wasn’t like the feeling 002 gave you. Something about this new feeling made you ponder on what it might be.

But even after all those new comforting thoughts, you still had no urge to reply. Your faint sniffing was the only thing audible. Peter only sat down next to you, only whispering nothing but sweet compliments and praises into your ear. It wasn’t long until your body relaxed.

He took note of that, and gently pulled your frail body into his lap. You couldn’t help but hide your face in the crook of his neck as you let out more tears flow down your face.

“Shh, shhh, it’s okay, doll. i’m here with you now. you’re safe with me.” His voice whispered into your ear, usually you’d get uncomfortable by this but with Peter you didn’t. For the first time you felt loved.

“I’m… dirty” You suddenly blurt out, you knew what 002 did to you was beyond disgusting and you just needed to clean yourself up after that. Scrub away the parts where he touched you. Also not to mention you hadn’t taken a shower in 2 days.

“Would you like me to take you to the shower?” Peter asked sweetly, smiling to himself that he was the one taking care of you. Not that piece of filth who was apparently your “lover”

You knew you couldn’t talk to Peter, let alone giving him permission to take you to the showers. But at this point, you just didn’t care anymore. Even if 002 killed you for this, you didn’t care anymore. At least you’d be in the care of someone who actually showed you compassion and love instead of running off in utter fear and then accepting death.

You felt your head slowly nodding at Peter’s kindhearted suggestion and with that his hold tightened around your waist and you now felt your smaller frame being lifted up into his arms. He was carrying you and heading towards the shower rooms. You feared for a split second that you’d get caught, but as soon as you two stepped out into the hall it was darkly quiet with not a single soul in sight.

Maybe they’ve all fallen asleep. The thought of that relaxed you again as your racing mind finally took a rest. You felt safe in Peter’s arms, the orderlies very existence brought you endless comfort. Maybe your shitty life was finally headed towards a brighter direction.

(comment for a part 3! reblogs+comments are greatly appreciated!)

—Willard

[petersbaby]

My little girl

Part 2 ♡

(Part 1)

(Part 3)

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, smut, blood again, choking, oral (f receiving), ddlg themes (use of “daddy”), intercourse (p+v), creampie. I think that’s all

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After the screaming stopped, all you could hear was his faint breathing. You were in your room like he asked you to be, to stay put until he comes and tells you you can leave. Although a fucked up, insane part of you had wanted to watch him do it, you obeyed him and stayed away.

You had your belongings in a backpack next to you, your shoes were on and you were ready to go. You took a long last look at the four white walls of your confined bedroom and the door opens.

The whole time you’ve known him, he’s been perfect. Clean. Sterile. If you’d been asked what color he was, you would’ve said white up until now. Now, you realize, it’s definitely red. It’s all over his pristine white clothing.

“It’s time to go, angel, are you ready?”

“Yes sir.”

You put your hand in his as you head to the exit, leaving it all behind you.

-

He had brought a bag of his own, and he changed out of his bloody clothes in the woods outside.

“For the record, I think you looked really hot, all bloody.” You say, after he’s changed, and he smiles.

“I didn’t hurt you back there, did I? You know.. too rough?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No such thing.”

“I can already tell you’re gonna be the death of me.” He tried to act serious but couldn’t help but smile back at you.

Now, the goal was to get you to a place where you two could live together, where he could always watch you and take care of you. You walked for many miles into civilization, whining along the way about your feet hurting every now and then.

Eventually, you arrive at a large blue house. You look at him, confused.

“It’s not like we can get a hotel room, I have no money and no I.D. and I have a random young girl with me. I think that could alert some people, these people won’t understand us. This is my house.”

You continue to look at him confused. “Well, it was. It’s been empty for so many years but I always hoped I’d return to it one day, and you helped make that dream come true. Sweet girl, it’s all because of you.”

“We’re…free, huh?” You say incredulously.

Once inside, he offers you a brief tour.

It was mostly empty inside, but there was still furniture, covered with sheets over it. The kitchen was empty, of course, and when you notice he says “I’ll be going to get something to eat soon, I know you must be starving.”

Honestly, you had not been thinking about food at all. Just escaping and surviving, which you succeeded with both.

-

It was about 11pm, and your boyfriend just got out of the shower. You never actually asked if you were dating, you just knew you loved him. He slips into bed next to you, pulling you close to soak in the idea of this being the first of many nights together. The bed wasn’t the nicest, but had clean sheets and a decent comforter. Much better than the ones at the lab so you were happy with it.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, which was more than okay with you. You snuggled into his warmth, laying your head on his bare chest.

“I can’t believe it.”

“Can’t believe what, hm?” He asks quizzically.

“We got out. We can do anything we want. It’s you and me, forever, against the world.”

He chuckles lightly, “well don’t get too ahead of yourself, we can’t exactly do anything we want. We still have to lay low. But yes, we’re together at last and I will never leave your side.”

His words make your heart flutter.

“Hmm. I know one of the things we *can* do. I gotta make up for earlier, you gave me a great relief. Now that I can feel again I can finally show you how much I love you, little one. You’re so sweet and gentle with me, and I usually am with you too, but right now I just need you. All of you, right now.”

You lift your head from his chest and kiss him, as he immediately opens up and deepens it. Soon, you’re a tangle of bodies, arms and legs intertwined as you make out passionately. His big hands reach down to your waist, slipping underneath your shirt and you shiver slightly at the touch of his cold fingers.

Unapologetically groping, he runs his hand up and down every inch and every curve of your body, eventually reaching your neck, where he grabs both sides of your throat with one hand and lightly squeezes.

To this, you moan into his mouth and it is not a sound you meant to make.

“God-fuck, you like that?” His voice is low, soft but gruff at the same time.

“Mhmm”, you respond. He adds a little more pressure, then a little more.

Unable to talk anymore, you just whine.

“Mmmh, mmm” you sound desperate, and it’s making him crazy.

“We’ll explore that later.” He says, letting go of your throat and replacing his hand with his lips, kissing your neck and moving downward, “But I promised you I’d make you feel good, make this special for you.” The contact of his mouth on the sensitive skin was heavenly, letting out soft moans.

You can feel teeth, and know immediately without having to see that he was making marks that would soon turn into bruises. He tugs on the hem of your shirt, and you take it as a sign to remove it, to which you had nothing underneath.

He cursed under his breath at the sight of your breasts for the first time. He goes down, and without warning, takes one of your nipples into his mouth and switching between kissing it, sucking it, and lightly biting it before doing the same to the other one.

He pulls off your pants, kissing down your navel before hooking his fingers at the waistband of your panties and tugging them off and down your legs.

By now, he’s face level with your desperate heat and experimentally kisses your clit, right at the top. You squirm, desperate to finally feel something. When you do feel it right after, it’s indescribable. You have no idea how he knows how to do it so well, assuming he’s never fooled around with a girl before.

You don’t care, because you melt beneath his tongue, the fire from your stomach spreading in every possible way. He’s really focused, putting all of his attention into eating your pussy.

It was like he was starving, like his life depended on drinking in all your juices with fervor.

You tried to let him play with you, but you were growing far too impatient and just wanted him inside you. “Come back”, you begged, and he returned to you to kiss you again. You unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his back, letting it fall to the floor. You pulled away to admire his tall, pale torso, letting your hand run over his abdomen and up his chest to his shoulders.

He leans in even closer to you, and you moan at the feeling. His body was so warm, his bare upper half pressing against yours. He came back to your lips, now slipping his tongue into your mouth and slipping his finger inside you, making you gasp a little.

“More, I need it.” You say breathlessly. “I’ve been so good, please”, you cry out.

He adds another finger with ease, thanks to how slick you were, but it still wasn’t enough, wasn’t what you wanted. You started trying to fuck yourself on his fingers just to feel them as deep as they can go.

“Please, daddy, please more” he pauses.

“Did you just call me…?”

“Mhmm”

“Shit.”

“Please”

“No, go back. Please what?”

“Please, daddy”

This was all he needed to undo his pants once again, pulling them down his legs then all the way off. Removing his fingers, he slides in, replacing his fingers with his cock.

This sends jolts of indescribable pleasure as he throws his head slightly back and mumbling lots of curses.

It wasn’t anything crazy, just missionary because let’s be real he does not know sex positions, but it makes it that much more intense being able to look each other in the eyes. You ran your fingers through his soft blonde hair until it was an absolute mess, occasionally tugging on it slightly without meaning to, just really immersing yourself in the kiss.

With another push from him, the whole length of his dick disappeared inside you. He pulled back almost completely to then slam back into you, all at once.

The fire was spreading, it was something beyond what words could describe. You get a feeling, which you recognize as the one you’d get sometimes when playing with yourself. That became the only thing on your mind, chasing that feeling.

The house is empty, and your sounds echo all throughout. Whimpers, whines, desperate cries, mumbled profanity, everything you could imagine.

“So good, taking it so good, pretty baby”

The praise and affirmations from him only made you crazier. You clench around him inside of you, and he stops for the slightest moment taking in the feeling.

“You’re so tight. So perfect for me, princess”

He leans down over you to once again kiss on your neck, and while looking for something to grab onto, you decide on his back,

where you left long and hard scratches all down it.

It doesn’t hurt him, or if it does, he likes it because it makes him go even harder, faster. After a few minutes, you let go of him and your fingers have blood on them, the scratches breaking his skin.

You bring two fingers to his lips, when he takes them into his mouth and lazily tastes his own iron tinged flavor before you return the wet fingers to your own mouth, sucking off the mixture of Peter’s blood and saliva.

He groans and brings his hands back to your throat, applying delicious pressure, but not enough. You place your hand over his and squeeze it, to which he responds by strengthening his grip.

“Sweet baby likes it rough, hmm? Wants my strong hand around her little throat.” You can only nod.

He’s fucking you over the edge, and once his speed picked up and paired with your lightheadedness from getting less air, it washed over you. You kiss his lips to try and quiet your sounds, it’s very sloppy and may not even be considered a kiss.

You just wanted his face close to yours. As everything tenses up and relaxes again, you moan as you come down. These sounds are like a reward to him.

“Fuck, mmh, fuck me”, you moan, even though he already is, but you don’t want him to stop. The sounds you are making, you had no idea you had them in you. They were the sounds of a pornstar, playing it up for the camera except this was completely genuine.

As you come down from your orgasm he’s still pushing in and out of you, using your now limp body as his personal fuck toy. He was switching his view between your face and your chest. As his thrusts get harsher, your tits bounce with every one. It enamored him, fascinated him.

He could watch and feel the way your body reacted to him forever. You continued to moan at the pure sensation of him filling you up completely. He looks you in the eyes now.

“Can you do it again, baby? Touch yourself while I fuck you. Just like you do when you’re alone.”

You nod, feeling completely fucked out but still confident you had another orgasm in you. He asked you to do something, and you were gonna do it. His encouragement gives you a burst of energy to do what he asked of you.

You gather some spit on your fingers and reach down, rubbing your clit in circles as he continued fucking you deep. Neither of you can be quiet, it’s been something that’s been brewing and it was finally happening. You try to keep your eyes open, but they keep instinctively shutting in pleasure.

He’s getting tired, you can tell by his movement which turn sloppy. He slowly withdraws before slamming back into you, so deep you feel it in your stomach.

“Please, deeper, please daddy”, you cried, about to cum again.

He’s reaching the deepest possible places inside you. With a few more rough thrusts, the coil becomes undone as you release around his cock again. At the tight, hot sensation, he releases too, almost immediately.

You feel the heat from his semen warm up your insides as it spills inside you, coming and coming until he finally runs out.

He pulls out, gets off from on top of you and plops onto the bed beside you and pulls the sheet over your naked bodies as you catch your breaths.

You feel the warm liquid spilling out between your legs, and you tried your best to squeeze them shut, wanting to keep him inside you for as long as you can. Silence fills the room, and everything stills for a bit, a moment frozen in time.

“I love you.” You blurt out, but softly. Your gentle words give him a feeling in his heart he didn’t really recognize.

“I know, princess, and I love you. So much.” He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze.

[elliewlums]

Ahem this is how

Mike

Steve

Eddie

Peter (01)

Would text you to ask if you wanted to come over 🤭

big on steve and eddie

steve’s just such a daddy guy to me. and with how casually dominant he is i feel like he’d throw the term around pretty often despite what your friends think of it. and as a reprimand. he refers to himself as daddy out in public and he’s either needy and wants to love on you or you’re in trouble.

eddie has no shame. none. zero. reckon he does it irl too, in front of everyone if he wants you to sit on his lap. just a pat of his thigh and a “come to daddy, baby.” and you’re scampering over and climbing into his lap, lacing your fingers through his thicker ones.

peter would be condescending about it i think. you’re maybe at the lab, he knows it’s a term of endearment that soothes you and he totally uses it to his advantage. pulls on your vulnerabilities to coerce you into doing whatever he likes.

and mikey… i feel like mike was pretty startled the first time the term fell from your lips, but now he’s grown to love it and prefers you calling him it over his name. he knows it means you feel safe and comfortable with him. and he loves it when you sob it, crying on his cock.

[vlassk]

Old friends Pt 5

AN- now this is where shit gets REAL hahaha

Good luck y'all

Song-

Paring- Henry Creel x reader

Warning- Torture ,abuse, language, blood, maybe some Sus stuff but not really, Goreish stuff, crying.

1979

It was early in the morning. Usually staff had free range even if it was surprising for such an intense security place. Brenner saw it as "they live hear for years at least make it a home" even if it was under strict conditions

You wake up take a shower in the Girls Bathroom and get ready, your white outfit looking extra white, freshly cleaned after the mess you made with helping Peter. The pants fit nicely and the button up shirt was just another shitty thing to wear, the nurces got to wear cute skirts but not general staff. You exit your room and walk down the halls to find Peters, with a slow knock you hear a

"Come in" opening the door you see Peter buttoning up the shirt you hated. But not on him..it was great on him

He looks up and back down only to realize it was you , his eyes widen and he turns around in a quick Swoop.

"Shit sorry sorry!!!-sorry!!" You yelp shutting the door awkwardly. Almost like a slam, you put your head against the door In shame at just the image in your head, he was tall and semi fit, some scars running across his body and new bruises from the other night start to show but he was beautiful. You being to blush as you turn to the other wall and awkwardly slam your head against it over and over in a gentle way. You hear the door click open and you turn around just as fast.

"I'm sorry!! I knocked!!" You say awkwardly

"No its fine I thought you were just a security guard checking up on me" he can't look st you at all. He moves to the side to gesture you to go back into the room

"How did you sleep Y/N" Peter shuts the foot behind you and begins to make his bed. You just pull up a chair from the provided desk and sit

"Uh it was ..sleep I guess" you say sheepishly, If you were honest you didnt sleep well, the thought of peter being hurt only kept you up more. The panic you felt didn't go away. You had a mid life crisis in the span of three hours, you slept only from exhaustion.

"How was yours though. How are you feeling?" You look back up to peter, he's now sitting on his freshly made bed

"As best as I could I mean the bruises made it hard. We gotta get away from here..." Peter says as he lays back into his bed. You both sit in silence for a moment, enjoying each others presence

"What if we leave" peter shoots up and goes to you, putting a hand over your mouth and looking around

"Shhhh...." He whispers as he makes note of the guards usually walking around.

You slowly move his hsnd, peter goes back to sitting down on the edge of his bed

"We can't..I can't" peter just looks down

"I've tried...so many times" he keeps going looking defeated. You get up and wall towards him, standing between him. He looks up at you, your face entirely different from before, your eyes widened and a look of horror. You haven't been there long but you knew once you found out about the children's abilities you couldn't stay but you couldn't leave.

"We've got to get away... We have to" you looked scared realizing If he can't you can't. If he lost hope you might as well sit and die.

You see how his reaction to you was so you soften your face. You sigh and bend down to his height

"Why cant you..." You question his words from before. He reaches out his hand, still in pain from the night before, he takes your hand and places it against his neck, a small Pill like shape was In his neck

"For their longest employees they Chip, it weakens me and tracks me..if we leave they will find you because of me.." You press into his neck more

"If we leave and they find us They Will Kill you" peter starts again letting your hand go. You pull your hand away only to collide it with Peters face lightly. He looks at you in shock, mainly because he was tortured not even 10 hours before.

"Don't say that peter. Don't lose hope that only dooms me more!" You stand up and rub his cheek lightly, feeling bad about the not so harsh slap. He looks at you confused. He didnt know if he wanted To let you in on the plan he was making

"Eleven.." He says slowly.

"I wanted to get her out. With recent events Pap-...Brenner wants her dead, she's getting to powerful because of us, your advice and mine are making her stronger and hes afraid. Number two got angry and attacked Eleven once you took care of me. Brenner has a plan, he's going to make confrontation and That will only upset Two and his siblings more. " you sit next to him and sigh not understanding what anything means anymore

"If we get Eleven out what does that mean for you.." You ask and look up at peter. All he did was look at the children's drawing he's had on his walls.

"I don't know..." He says. A smile forms on his face as he looks back at you,

"But i know I want you two to be free" you can't help but smile back. You lean back into his bed and just think. He looks at you, mostly I'm shock on how he has a Woman in his room so casually.

You both go back to sitting in silence, sometimes putting out random ideas on how to get Peter out just as easy.

"I was going to give her my Key card. Claiming I lost it later on, letting her have access to the basements. What if you tell her the key code so its less heavy. Showing she can trust you too. And after we will all meet down there and you two can go, I'll figure it out trust me Brenner Won't kill me" he turns to look at you again. A giant smile washes over your face, with a laugh you shout 'perfectly' in a sigh of relief Peter lays next to you. You both sitting there waiting to carry out the master plans

After the confrontation brenner had it was lunch time, Two was in the nurses care, peter already gave eleven the card. You sat next to her during lunch,

"Hello again" you say softly, she tenses up and gives you a scared look.

"I'm with blondie remember...I want you to pretend we are having fun, I'm going to point at some kids drawings I want you to laugh while I tell you this...." You smile and start fake laughing. Eleven nods and begins to smile too, having a horrible Fake laugh but believable for the cameras

"Remember this" you keep your act up as you whisper." 6-2-3-4-4-7" you take your time and give her one last look, she only nods as you step up and walk around yo other kids. Trying to replicate the same amusement with some of them. Showing no special treatment to Eleven. But it was harder to make them laugh. And Brenner knew that.

You were walking down the halls, hearing a few pairs of footsteps behind you, your walking slowed as you turned around quickly, you see Brenner and two security guards staring at you

"Mind if we chat" brenner asks. You couldn't refuse, literally no wasn't an answer so you follow the men into a dark room, forcefully the guards strap you into a chair, two nurses come in two watch and Brenner asks you questions

"What did you say to Eleven"

"I told her old jokes I remembered from my old life" Brenner puts a collar around your Throat the same one that was used on Two, he amps up the shock with a remote

"What did you say to her" he asks again

"A joke" you say with a sly smile

*Shock*

You burst out in a scream, your body seizing at the shock as the device turned off

"What did you say"

" a stupid joke"

*shock*

this on hurt more it was growing. Each grueling hour was worse. The questions went over Peter, your friendship with him and how you handled Eleven, the pain went through your whole body but it didnt stop them, they beat you but you still didn't talk

Your screams filled the air. Your blood was stained on your white uniform. They made sure to show it more than they did with Peter. You were a Message to him, reminder to Not Defy.

After the hours you were let go, being dragged out just as Peter was. There was no groaning because at that point you couldn't feel. You were sure you would die. Peter walks out of the rainbow room just finishing up some cleanup before his shift ended. He looks over down the hall and sees a body being dragged, the image of him being tortured made his skin crawl he follows slowly as he sees Brenner walk out, he stops and sees Brenner walk off not wanting to stay for anything of it . usually brenner stayed until the Person was in their room but this time he didn't. Peter followed quietly, he notes its a women but who, he knew it wasn't you because you usually handled the younger ones during the night. he felt no remorse for whoever disobeyed papa.

As he inched closer he saw a glimpse of the Bloody face. He stopped as anger filled his body, your head would look up and back down, he knew it was you. His frozen body finally thawed, he runs to you punching one of the guards in the face, he drops Y/N and the other guard goes to fight back, he also drops y/n and with a thud she lands in the tile floor.

"WHAT DID YOU DO" Peter screams, landing as many punches as he could , one of the guards gets a hold of him as the other tries to attack

"Wait boys..." Brenner comes back from the shadows.

"Let him go" brenner raises his hand the guards drop the man and peter is struggling to not strangle the man in front of him

"Ya know its crazy. How she didnt break, kept saying she had some jokes and Only eleven understood or had a reaction Because of 'context'. See what happened to her was because of You..." Brenner looks down at your limp body barley breathing .

"Why would you do this, if this was on me why not hurt Me more" peter finally calms his body enough to trust Her won't hurt Brenner

"I told her not to disobey when she watched over you. Stop being sneaky and just live here, stop trying to run when you'll Never make it out" he gives an evil smile

"Boys you can put her in her room...Kid..just go to bed and stop caring for people you probably only want to use let's be honest" brenner just waves his hands and walks off. The guards dragging the body again Henry follows behind

"Can you at least put her on her bed" peter pleads with both guards, after a minute they show up to Y/Ns room Peter not noticing how close it was like She did. The door opens and one guard picks her up and places her on the bed

"Dont be a perv" One if them says as they both walk off. Peter storms in and looks at you, your uniform stained with dried blood and sweat. He runs his fingers through your hair and gets up, he pulls a chair in front of you and walk out, getting some clean towels from the men's bathroom and a small bucket of water and soap. He goes back into the room quietly, you're completely knocked out your body switching whenever Peter touched her. He slowly wets the towels and drags it across get face and exposed arms. He cleans the blood off the best he could without waking her. All he can think about was the guilt he had in the moment. How it was His fault she got hurt, with a loud gasp Y/n wakes up grasping at anything she can hold, which was peters hand and some bed sheets. Her pain Grows as she let's out groans squeezing both peters hand and the sheets

"Fuuuckkk....that really hurts" she says slowly sitting up and resting her head on her hand

"Y/n ...I'm so sorry this was my fault! I knew it was dangerous, I knew he was watching yet I still had you do that!" Peter holds your hand back and leans in he leaves the wet bloody rag on his white pants not caring If he's dirty

Y/N simply looks at him was an aching smile

A few seconds after tears form at the edges of your eyes. You start to cry, your smile fading slowly as you lean into peter, your body aching but you didnt care. You just wanted to let it out "this is so ass...we need to leave, god this hurts so much, I can't breathe every time I inhale it burns"you cry out. Peter lightly wrappes his arms around you, trying to comfort you like he did all those years ago

"I'll get you out..I promise I'll do anything to let you out" y/n slowly starts to calm down. She leans back up and looks at her messy clothes.

"Can you..help me with something" you say awkwardly

Peter looks at you and nods confused why you would be so shy

"Help me change... Please I feel disgusting" y/n looks at her small dresser of clothes they provide. When it comes to sleep wear the generic Pj pants and button up cozy top in White was all they had.

"Yeah i think I can" peter looks down at his hands. Slowly getting up and retrieving the pajamas

"What do you need" peter awkwardly says. Not being used to a Woman asking him such a question

"Help with these ass shoes please. I can't bend like that.. That's really it."you say trying to lean off the bed but failing. Peter notices your pain

"You cant do this all you're in pain, just don't change" peter hold his hands up trying to stop you, more tears pool out of your eyes. And peter looks back at you sad

"Please help, these are just a reminder..just close your eyes you idiot" y/n does her best to unbutton any pants or shirt. Eventually seeing you struggle so much makes Peter sad. He helps you out with the shirt and belt and slowly guides you to the edge of the bed, he closes his eyes tightly and you laugh a little. Hearing you laugh after all this was music to him, he smiles and helps you get dressed the best he can blinded. Once you give the okay he helps you lay back down and opens his eyes. He sits back on the chair.

"Don't apologize for this Peter. It wasnt on you" you softly say finally getting to relax. Peter looks at you ashamed. His usually cool attitude dropped into an innocent one he fully felt like he was to blame. You grab his hand and pull on it a little

"Do not feel like you are to blame only they are... "You look into his eyes once again. All he can do was look disappointed in himself.

You two sit silently, usually silence was never good with you, it was lonely and dark. But with Peter it was okay, it felt better and you weren't alone.

Peter slowly gets up to leave He puts the towel and bucket in a corner and starts to open the door

"Please don't leave yet Peter" you quietly ask. Peter turns around with a red face, but it was too dark for you to notice. Peter nods silently and takes off his shoes. Going into a basket to take out more blankets they provide for the winter months

"No...not on the floor..." You skooch to the edge of the uncomfortable bed and pull the covers back. You look up at the now awkward man as he slowly sits at the edge of the bed. Not really knowing what to do

"Its alright... If you don't feel comfortable you can make a bed on the floo-"

"No... No its okay" peter cuts you off and slowly lays next to you .He turns to look at you, his face even more red at the closeness a small smile is seen in the dark from you as you grab one if his hands and hold it up to your face, hugging it slightly

"Thank you peter" is all she says as she drifts off to sleep. You felt safe and comfortable with him. Peter stays up maybe an hour after just yo process what was happening but eventually he fell asleep, just as safe and comfortable.

You wake up alone in your bed, getting dressed as your body still ached. You walked down to the Cafeteria to see smiling faces. Some of the children asked if you were okay, obviously seeing the pain in your face every time you took a heavier step or moved in a harsh way

You sit next to 010 Having quiet conversations, thats when your eyes lay on the face you learned to care for. Peter looks up just as you saw him and small smiles were exchanged. He was doing his own work, observing the children and asking them questions.

"Do...do you like him?" Ten says quietly, eating his breakfast. You look over horrified at what the child said.

"Am i wrong" he keeps going, giving you a small smile picking up more food

"M..maybe" you Cross your arms and a small laugh escapes. You and the young boy start to laugh at the experience.

You look over at peter again, watching him smile with the young children. Even thought he didn't like most of them he sure looked like he had fun, sometimes he really seemed like he cared for them even if he disagreed.

It was time for the plan. You would each get to the basement at different times and different ways. You walk through the halls as it was finally your time you go, you were the last to go down but a guard suddenly stopped you.

"Where are you going" he holds his hand up to stop you. You look around and think of something to say

"I need to piss..." You say bluntly walking past the man and into whatever nearest bathroom there was. You knew he would only be out there once you left you had to think you had to get out and meet them.

Mean while eleven and Peter were already down there, Peter explained to her why they needed to leave, why they still had to wait for Y/N but why he couldn't go with them.

"You can trust her. She's going to protect you. Trust me Eleven"

He shows her why he can't leave, the same pill like shape in his neck. Eleven watches and thinks. What if she set him free. A smile creeps onto Peters lips.

They set up and eleven slowly pulls out the tracker. Freeing Peter of being tracked down and hunted. Just before they can celebrate more guards and staff come in, ready to attack . they run up some stairs into the facility again. getting trapped between two guards

Eleven ready to comply to their demands

"You don't have time be afraid of then anymore" before any if the guards can do anything peter lifts his arm and throws two against a wall, breaking the tile. He turns around and knocks the other two, leaving a man shaking and afraid alone. Not long after he soon meets the same Fate.

Peter and eleven go into a closet near by, Peter telling her to stay there as he finds a place to leave. All the while he's still worried for you.

You on the other hand are waiting in the bathroom, you look under the door and still see feet. You turn to sit on the counter waiting till you can leave, but a minute later you hear a loud scream and an evem louder sound of breaking bones and blood. Your body freezes , you slowly get up and open the door, the guard you saw before body is laying dead on the floor, bones broken, you fall back afraid and crawl backwards the door swinging shut. You crawl in a stall and sit there. The more minutes that pass the more screaming you hear, after maybe 20 minutes you get out running to the basement seeing no one. The bodies littered the lab all bloodied and bruised. You find your way to the rainbow room seeing Brenner limp in, as you run to him pushing him aside slightly you a bloodied Eleven stand before broken glass and dead bodies. Brenner pushes past you again. Your shocked body once again completely frozen

"What did you do..." Is all he said. With his words you begin to cry, you leave walking around the lab once again, seeing no sight if peter..

'Did she do the same to him' you walk around crying and then find the way out. As you run to your old home you sit on the steps. Waiting for your mother to return after the months of not hearing from you, you lean back and begin to cry. Slight rain falls as you breakdown not understanding what went wrong. You had another Guilty stab wound, if you were there you could have helped...could have saved them.

A/n sorry this chapter is super shorttt i was busy all day and I might not be able to write part 6 tomarrow

[magnoliabutters]

• AS THE WORLD BURNS •

pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader

summary: the consequences of love are not always easy...

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; canon divergence, season 4 spoilers, violence (vecna level), gore (blood), choking, angst/hate, near death scenarios, toxic/anti-hero relationship, y/n count: 1, etc.

word count: ~9.2k

reblogs, comments, & thoughts are so so shmo appreciated

• stories of eddie munson series • season two • previous part •

note: herro! it feels so good to post again! lots to unpack in this part and its quite long! i apologize if its a bit confusing with referring to some memories. as always, feel free to share your thoughts or ask any questions you may have! i did want to share that my characterization of vecna is probably on another level and die hard v-daddy fans may not enjoy this version - fair warning. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy!

Screams. Screams gargle out of your throat before you even notice. Your heart beats heavily within your chest. The pain shoots up your thigh and into your stomach, as well as down your entire right leg. Your hands push against his head fiercely. You are desperate to rip his teeth off your thigh. You feel his mouth latch harder onto your skin, causing a screech to escape your lips. The blood slowly trickles down your leg, an uncomfortable and nerve-wracking feeling. You scream, “Kas,” as you struggle against him. 

Your head shoots up, looking for something to help you - anything. You reach up to grab a baluster off the staircase. You pull as hard as you can in hopes of ripping it off the handrail. With eyes desperately searching for a weapon, your gaze falls upon Vecna. A sickening smile before you. His eyes completely fixated on Kas and his heavy bite against your thigh. Your stomach drops as you stare into the burned pile of flesh before you. He is enjoying this. It disgusts you. Anger slowly fills your body as you struggle against holding the wood above you. 

With a yell, you release all your undeniable anger. Your body tensing. Your muscles firm. You rip the baluster out from the stairs and drop it heavily against the back of Kas’ head. He shuffles back on his knees. A hand quickly pressing against the mark you made on his cranium. The blunt weapon falls from your hands as he releases his grasp on your thighs.

His eyes slowly raise to you. Those brown chocolate eyes now indiscernible. Red replaces his honey - his sweetness, his innocence. Another stab in the chest, reminding you that Eddie is no longer. You hope he found peace, and that you will see him soon. 

“You bitch,” Kas hisses out. “Fuck you,” you mutter with heavy annunciation on the f. Fueled with anger and pointing towards Vecna, you add, “Funny you’re calling me the bitch when you’re so clearly his. You’re a fucking puppet and a fucking disgrace to Eddie.” He stands up, a finger to your face, as his nostrils flare. 

His quick movements scare you as you wince in his presence. He steps forward in your space. You try to hold your ground, but you step back defensively. “Watch your mouth,” he demands. “Why? Aren’t you about to kill me? I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do with my last moments,” you scream back. The anger now rings true throughout your body as you take a step forward.

Kas steps back, sucking his tongue to his teeth as a slow smirk appears on his right side. “You have no control here,” he says calmly. Your eyes squint with rage. “You don’t get to decide whether or not you speak before you die. I could just as easily bite off your tongue or rip away a chunk of your cheek,” he lists off as he runs a finger down your cheek bone. You pull away sharply, only making him smile more. “I’d like to see you try to speak then.” You breathe out heavily through your nostrils as you struggle to keep your body from shaking. You refuse to let him see the fear he causes within you. 

“Oh, and one more thing, darlin’,” he states. His index finger and thumb squeezing your chin as he pulls your attention back on him. You struggle to pull away, pain radiating across your jaw, but he holds you right where he wants you. “Eddie was the fucking disgrace. Everything he did and everyone he loved led to him being left to die on that floor,” he continues with a laugh. He takes another step forward, only a mere inch or two away from your face. “What disgrace? You couldn’t even save him. Where were you, huh?” he taunts. “Where were you when he was dying on that slab of concrete? Where were you when he was calling out for you, desperate to have you sit by his side as he left this world? Where were you when he was screaming your name-”

You slap him, hard, before you even knew it. The burning on your palm fuels the hate you feel so deeply within your heart. Kas is stunned before you. His hand retreating as it applies pressure against his face. Shock courses through your mind that he was seemingly bothered. You can barely see out of the tears piling within your eyes, but a part of you worries if you went too far. That very same part replays the unforgivable words spoken, and you are reminded of your hate.

“You disgusting bastard,” you mutter. “Why does it bother you SO much when I talk about him? Is it the constant reminder that, even though he’s gone, he is and always will be a better man than you? Is it because you know the love we had and how you’ll never have it?” A smirk suddenly falls upon your face. Your own eyes turning red, if they could. “Or is it because you know how much better he is at fucking me? That I faked it-“ 

Kas’ hand immediately rushes to your throat. You gasp, letting out your final breath. The pain is excruciating, but completely worth it. You give him a deep smile as you watch the anger flow into his eyes. “Do you ever stop talking?” he spits out through gritted teeth. “Fuck you, Munson,” you grumble out, twisting the knife in his side. He squeezes harder in retaliation and you immediately feel faint. You choke, heavily. Fear in your eyes as you feel the blood halting at your neck, disconnecting from your brain. 

You are going to die, but you already knew that. You haven’t said everything you needed to say. One last love note to beautiful Eddie before you see him again. 

And almost like a switch, Kas’ eyes widen at your reddened and horrified face. He pulls back his hand violently. You immediately collapse to your knees, choking out heaving breaths as your finger nails dig into the hardwood floor. 

Kas steps back, a traumatized look to his face. Never once has he felt regret. Never once has he experienced the fear that spreads like wildfire in his victims’ eyes. And he did this to YOU. The one person in this world that he doesn’t hate with every fiber of his being. Your words stung, hurt like a mother fucker, but he knew they were just words. He loves you, but you make him so angry. And he feels everything so deeply now - now that he knows. He regrets it. He regrets hurting you like that, despite having every intention to kill you at that very moment. 

“Kas, what did I say about playing with your food?” Vecna asks amusingly. His voice careless, as though he has better things to do. It pulls Kas out of his thoughts, which was his intention. You shoot your head towards him, giving him the deadliest stare you could muster. “I am not food, you fucked up burnt pile of shit,” you scream. You are tired of him, tired of him enjoying your death. There is no way in hell you would be letting anyone minimize your existence, certainly not this skinless fuck. 

Vecna’s eyes fall on you sharply. The muscles of his brow pulling together as his haunting stare consumes you. You gasp in response as your heart races. His hand slowly raises. With that, Kas’ face turns pale. He immediately turns to you, trying to push you out of the way, but it was too late. An invisible force floats you in the air. Your breath halts as you attempt to tremble, but you can’t even do that. Your arms are spread from your torso as your heels click together. Your eyes peer down at that horrible face, seeing nothing but absolute ruthlessness.

Kas watches a tear fall down your cheek as you struggle to grasp an understanding of what was occurring. His heart sinks as he watches you raise. He knows what happens after this. He usually enjoys the brutality, mentally taking notes, but as he watches you there, bright flashes wrack his head. 

He pins his chin to his shoulder as he receives painful glints of a blonde girl. He is brought back to the living room that will never be the same again. She floats above, just as you are now. He feels the fear, the terror envelope his body. An involuntary hand hits his chest. Screams, he is screaming. 

The girl he has known since the fourth grade is dying right above him, and he cannot do anything about it. She is the nicest girl, always has been. Anger, resentment, the need to have justice fills his soul. She did not deserve this. She was innocent, absolutely innocent. 

Like you… you didn’t deserve this. 

It did not matter how much you hurt him. How much you broke his heart. How much he despises your existence. How much regret he holds from saving your life that first night. You were innocent. He should have never brought you here. He should have left you alone. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Kas stands beside Vecna with eyes of horror. His widening gaze peering up at your body as he attempts to process the sight before him. You are conscious. Why is Vecna leaving you conscious? His eyelashes fluttering as tears well in them. What the fuck can he do? You pissed Vecna off, the god of this shithole. He is scared, horrified even. In the face of death, he suddenly realizes he can’t lose you. He won't lose you. 

But he is frozen, frozen with absolute fear. Upon seeing that memory, on top of the anger, resentment, and justice, he feels fear. Vecna destroyed such a precious life so viciously. What could he do with Kas’ meaningless life? He brought him back into the world. He could surely take him out of it. 

Vecna slowly walks up to you. His clawed hand almost encompassing your chest. His head tilts to the side as he watches your terrified eyes. “You are mine, little girl,” he whispers. You tremble as you struggle to bring your eyes to the deadened form below you. Your chin held up by the invisible force. Do you regret what you said? Hell no. This pile of uncured meat is the reason your entire life went upside down. 

“Fuck you,” you muster. 

Suddenly, you feel like your bones were lit on fire. An unbearable wound against your shin and knee. The pain is overwhelming. Enough that your body is so overloaded that you didn’t even notice you were screaming again. Screaming at the top of your lungs as you still struggle against a force holding you against nothing. 

Nerve endings wrack your skull. Your body falls in and out of consciousness. You try hard to let yourself fall out of it, but HE keeps you in. You can feel him deep in your mind. His fingers wriggling within. Any control you had was surely gone. A sickening feeling you wouldn’t wish upon anyone. You truly were his, whether you wanted to be or not. You seek repulsion against the feeling of him in your veins. 

Kas watches you in absolute terror. A memory come to life once again. He can see your snapped leg out of his peripherals but he desperately keeps his widening eyes on your face. He shakes. He shakes as he sees your face pale. His lips tremble. He reminds himself that he did this to you. It may not be his hands, but he put you in this situation and now he is forced to watch your execution.

“Which one next?” Vecna asks lightheartedly. He slightly turns his head towards Kas. His eyes still glued to you, but he manages to pull away. Kas notes the increased excitement in Vecna’s eyes. He despises it, but can’t look away. If he does, then he would have to look at you. However, he can’t escape your crying, your pleading, your begging ringing in his ears. The sound somehow converts into daggers at his side. It causes a worse wound than his death AND rebirth. 

“Please!” you scream with a voice ripped right from your chest. Kas bites his lip as he stares at the floor. The damage to his system abundant in his face. “Just,” the word falls out of his mouth before he could stop it. Vecna turns faster than the word is spoken. “Just what?” he says slowly. He faces him now, full on. Kas could see you starting to fall unconscious from your pain in his sidelines. He is beyond thankful. 

Kas takes a deep breath before drawing his glance back towards Vecna. “You need to stop,” he says. He decides that honesty, something that does not come naturally for him, is his best path ahead. “Something inside me cares for her and I-I can’t have her die like this.” His eyes fall to the ground as he inadvertently becomes vulnerable. He relinquishes his power as he slightly bows before his alpha, his “savior.”

Vecna’s human eyes fall into the depths of hell as disappointment claws across his face. “She left you for dead,” he spits out with a waver to his voice. With a quick shake to his head, he reaches his arm out, undoubtedly to break another one of your limbs. Kas catches his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He quickly looks at your resting body, ensuring he did not do anything within that fraction of a second. “She is the only thing that’s made me feel alive since you brought me back,” he musters. “You will not take her from me.” 

A deep, grumbled scoff falls from Vecna’s scorched lips. He pulls harshly from Kas’ grasp, as though his touch was poisonous. Kas awkwardly places his hand back at his side, still ready for the offensive, but suddenly extremely careful with where his hands were. “You are telling me you haven’t had any fun since I brought you back?” he clarifies with a laugh. “I saw you smiling while a man’s blood fell from your lip. Your laughter now haunts the New World, as does mine.”

A wince squeezes his face as Kas shakes his head. “Killing is different from living,” he whispers. “You don’t get to decide that,” the deep and overpowering voice emerges. Vecna hasn’t used this voice since they first met. He hasn’t heard him like this since Kas last asked a question or attempted to have any semblance of autonomy. “The only way you can live is if you kill her,” he continues. “Kill her for me.” 

Vecna closes the space between them, leaving Kas to shudder at his increasing voice volume. “Kill her, for me,” he says as he steps away from your unconscious body, still floating above the ground and destined for death.

A haze of a memory as you slowly open your eyelids to watch the two below. Just a few moments and you will cease to be. “I’m crazy about you, Eddie,” you whisper.

And then everything went dark. 

Your cheek rests against a warm and soft surface. It is comforting, familiar. Squelches are heard from, what you assume to be, mudded ground beneath you. Normally, you would be overly curious as to where you were, where your body was headed, who you were with - but not today. You are beyond exhausted, beyond lethargic. Your mind shattered in a million pieces, accompanied by a wretched headache.

A cheek bounces off the warmth as your body sways. The taste of metal fills your mouth. You smack your lips, attempting to get the taste off your tongue. Immediately, a giggle fills the small area between where your head and hand rest against the firm skin. This peaks your interest as you slowly open your eyes, peering your chin up naturally. 

You see the beloved curled locks you long for gracefully brushing against your forehead. A strong jaw line as it clenches, painfully holding back any more laughter. A quick movement of the Adam's apple as he swallows. You curl deeper into the warmness. Nuzzling deeper into his skin as a little grumble leaves your lips. Why would you ever pull away? 

“God, you’re so cute,” you hear Kas’ voice echo within the space. Your mind immediately panics, wriggling your limbs about until he drops you flat onto the ground. The pain resonates through your right hip, but you quickly push the thought away and prepare yourself for his attack. You spin upon your knees and grab hold of a nearby rock, throwing it at him. Naturally, he laughs as he dodges your attempt easily. “I like you better when you’re asleep,” he mutters with a thick upper lip. 

Your eyes rapidly scan the area around you. You find yourself in the woods, but recognize that Vecna’s demonic presence has not impacted the beauty of the nature around you. Were you out of Hawkins? You turn around and note a large plain of tall winded grass and a grand scene of bright light blue across the sky. Freedom. “We’re almost out,” he announces with a deep and confusing sigh. We? you question in your mind. Last you knew, he was about to kill you and now there is a “we?” 

“How did we get here?” you ask, returning your determined eyes upon him. Your body remains defensive, ready to strike if deemed necessary. Kas looks to his feet, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. The top of his shoe hits against the sole of his other. His hands resting at his back, exposing his bare chest. He stands awkwardly, uncomfortably … vulnerable in front of you. Your breathing intensifies as your eyes meet his. “Last I remember, you were about to kill me,” you say quietly. Your hand slowly crawling towards the next nearby rock. 

His eyes widen before you as he takes a step forward. Your body involuntarily shudders at his approach. Your grip tightening against the rock, almost painfully. “I was never going to kill you,” he replies softly. His body language retreating, as he leans heavily against the trunk of a tree. “Bullshit,” you throw out as your teeth grind. Anger reverberates throughout your body as you struggle to keep yourself calm. 

Kas pushes off the tree with closed, tightened fists. “I was never going to kill you,” he enunciates. “As much as I wanted to,” he whispers under his breath. Your breathing heavies as you watch him begin to pace. “Am I supposed to thank you?” you spit out, terrified to stand from your kneel. “I wouldn’t mind a thank you,” he says sarcastically. “But I also wouldn’t mind you believing me.” You immediately laugh, following his words closely. “Believe you? You must be joking,” you huff with a lowly chuckle. “You left me to die,” you say sternly. The rage within your chest builds your courage as you stand before him. 

“Left you to die? God, how dramatic are you?” he mumbles, throwing his hand up in the air. You step forward, your hands clenching. You forget the rock piercing your palm. “You left me, crying - devastated,” you yell, tears welling in your eyes. “Are you serious, y/n?” he says sternly, entering your space. 

His rage boiling over, equal to your own. The way he says your name is unfamiliar, uncomfortable. “You thought I was him!” he yells. His face is so close to your own that you could note the small hints of pain within his eyes. “You said you didn’t know him,” he growls, his upper lip lifting on one side. 

“I said, I didn’t know who you were,” you yell. Your frustration is as clear as a bell. You push against his ribs, giving yourself a bit more breathing room. Kas’ devilish smirk, the one you swear is plastered to his face, disappears. His body halts after taking a step or two to gain his balance. A cold rush flows from his head to his feet. You find yourself curious, almost concerned, but you quickly remind yourself of the pain he’s caused you. Your worry just as easily turns into enjoyment. 

“You’re right,” he mumbles. You scoff, the words sound absolutely foreign coming from his obnoxious mouth. However, he stares at you. He stares at you blankly - with no indication of what he is thinking, what he is feeling. Your smile slowly forms into a line. “I didn’t know who you were,” you repeat softly. His eyes solemnly rake over your body until they fall upon your lips. He avoids eye contact as you continue your thought. 

“I knew the man, I-,” you start to fumble on your words. “I knew who you were talking about.” For some reason, you feel the need to be truthful, to clarify his twisted idea of what occurred. “I knew you were asking if I knew Ed-” you take a sharp breath. His name hurts - a new sensation that you immediately despise. “Eddie,” you let out in a sigh. The only way the name would fall out as you exhale from the pain it causes. “But I knew you weren’t him, even in that first moment. I lied to myself, I can see that now.” You peer down at your anxious fingers as they dig into your nail beds. “I wasn’t ready to accept the truth, but I didn’t lie to you,” your voice growing more clear and confident as you end your statement. 

A wave of emotions floods Kas’ brain. He can’t ignore the pain you caused. The crack in his heart that caused him to leave you in a puddle of your own tears. But can he really blame you for what you did? For thinking he might have been the man you loved. For being confused. Exactly how he is not to blame for the intense fire within his chest anytime he catches a glimpse of you. 

Eddie may be dead, but there is a part of him that is fresh and beating within Kas’ chest. He loved her. Loves her? He squeezes his eyes shut as he runs his fingers through his hair. He slowly lowers into a crouch as he ponders over her words. He tries desperately to keep Vecna’s out… She did this. She left you to die.

“Now, it’s time for you to tell me the truth, Kas,” you demand with a wobbling voice. “What the hell happened back there?” He pulls his head out from his hands as he looks back up at you. You try to suppress the anxiety that presents at the bottom of your throat. “You loved him,” he whispers as he grips harshly against his chin. Any reference to Eddie also pains Kas, like acid in his mouth. 

With a quick movement, Kas stands before you, straight and tall. “When you would sleep together,” he starts. Your eyes harden as your brows pull together. Upon the sight of you, Kas chuckles. “When you were actually sleeping, darlin’,” he corrects with a smirk. Your face softens as you nod in encouragement for him to continue. He looks off, behind you, almost as though he can see a picture of the scene before him. 

“You would always wake him up with your snoring,” he laughs, biting his lip. “But he was grateful. It always gave him a chance to watch you. You - you looked so peaceful, you know?” His smirk transforms into a smile of remembrance as his eyes quickly pan over to you. “He loved pushing this silly strand behind your ear,” he says as he slowly reaches for your face. You instinctually pull away, but slowly allow him to touch a piece of hair dangling before your face. He places it behind your ear with a gentle finger. 

“He was crazy about you,” he says softly, as though the words mean nothing. But you know better. Those words mean everything to you - to you and Eddie. Those words are gut-wrenching to hear, but you do your best not to show it, still unwilling to expose your vulnerability.

“In the cafeteria, he would watch you. Always making sure that his girl was alright,” he chuckles. “Even before you were really his.” Your face twitches in confusion as the feelings coursing through your veins continue to contradict each other.  “He always watched you,” he says as he closes his eyes. “Catching glimpses of your smile in between the chaos of that room. He didn’t even know your name yet.” His face contracts, as though he is also confused. “How did he know he loved you without even knowing you?” he asks as he finally opens his eyes. Genuine curiosity fills those deadly chocolate eyes.

Brown, they’re brown - not red. Not anymore. 

The silence brings your attention to your wobbling bottom lip. Your brows push together. You are sure there is a wrinkle forming between them. “He told me he was always curious about me,” you start self-consciously. You wanted to know more - to hear more, but you didn’t want to give Kas any more than you needed to. 

“I remember the first time he saw you,” Kas starts with a lighthearted breath. Part of him hated this. Hated talking about the man he could never be. Another part felt happiness, an overwhelming feeling that floods through his body. It grows as he recognizes the same happiness within your eyes. Even though he is split, he must continue - for you. 

“You were this nervous girl, tightening the straps to your backpack when you walked down the hallway,” he continues. He gestures a line between them as though he is mapping out the school’s halls. You watch his hands intently. “He was a junior. He knew he shouldn’t even be looking at you - fresh meat and all.” He immediately acknowledges the confusion on your face and clarifies, “Dibs go right to first year Hellfires, but you…” He chuckles with a shrug. He tsks between his cheeks as he beams into a smile. “For you, he’d break all the rules.” 

Kas analyzes your reaction. Concern washes over him as he watches a tear stream down your cheek. To his surprise, a smile immediately follows. A smile that he is sure you are not even aware of, which makes it that much better. He could see why he loved you. Why he fell for you the second his eyes landed on yours. You are beautiful, despite your annoying, strong headed attitude. 

“Then that night, you called him up on your birthday,” Kas adds with amusement. “He was shocked that you even managed to get his number. He was devising a plan to get yours for the past year and a half.” His eyes widen at the sound of a small giggle falling from your lips. You are still enthralled with the memory, not yet ready to fall into reality. Fall back with Kas. You wanted him. “When he finally got to talk to you, he knew,” he shares with his smile closed and pulled to the side. “I don’t know how, but he did.”

He stops speaking, leaving silence to fill the air. He watches as you slowly flow back into real life. He notes the point where your happiness dissipates. Your eyes fall upon his, leaving that visual imaginary world depicted by his words. You are reminded of where you are now, and how much you wish you could go back. Go back to that opening in the woods, to that bench. You are hesitant of the memories he has shared, of their purpose. But above all, you are grateful. 

“Thank you,” you whisper as you nod, looking everywhere but his eyes. “You’re welcome,” he responds with a hint of confusion. 

After a brief interlude of awkward silence, you say softly, “Kas, can you please tell me how we got here?” You take a step to approach him and his tree. He straightens up, hopeful of you closing the distance between your bodies. Finally, your eyes scan his chest and note the many pink scratches across his skin. Taking another step, you slip upon a branch. Your weight shifts quickly and you feel a soul-crushing pain exude up your right leg. The pain brings along the memory of you floating in front of your two killers. 

In a panic, you immediately look down to note that your leg is fine, and that you, too, have a pink scratch against the side of your shin. “What did you do to me?” you scream as fight or flight ensues. You squeeze your eyes closed, begging for your memories to share some insight into what happened to you - desperate not to depend on just Kas’ recollection. 

Kas stands with eyes to the ground once more. You begin to notice this guilty tell of his. “You don’t need to remember that. You should just go - go now,” he encourages. His palms towards you as he approaches, turns you around, and attempts to walk you out of the woods. “No!” you exclaim as you pry his hands off of you. His solemn face drops as he realizes there is no getting out of this.

“Tell me what the hell happened, Kas! Now,” you demand as you point to the ground with a stomp. Your entire body fuming as you struggle to find peace with what you have learned. “Okay,” he says calmly. “But promise me, after I do, you’ll leave this place.” You take a deep breath, biting your lip as you watch him with fury. After he tells you what happened, you would have no reason to stay here. To stay in this fucked up version of Hawkins. You would finally be free from this never-ending shit show. Finally, you would be free to grieve. To mourn.

“I promise.”

“Kill her, for me,” Vecna booms with excitement in his eyes. Kas could not help but notice the odd interest he had in him. Almost as though every interaction was an experiment meant to be further analyzed and studied. Usually, the words ring true in his mind anytime Vecna speaks. But this time, the words were rotten. They were impossible to follow. An impenetrable idea in his heart and in his mind that the girl before him cannot die. And most definitely not by his own hands. 

Kas has never disobeyed an order. He killed as easily and as quickly as the words fell from Vecna’s mouth. He did it without regret, without remorse. He killed with laughter, enjoyment. Just as Vecna taught him. He particularly enjoyed the fellow students who recognized his former self. Each one assumed that he would help them, save them. Yet, they all called him a freak, a satanist, a murderer. They were right about two of those things anyway, and he made sure to prove it to them with their slow deaths.

But now, he is stuck - desperate for a way out. Unsure of the safest path forward. The path that will bring you to the sanctuary you deserve. He caused your pain, the least he could do was get you out of it. His eyes travel from the horrific sight before him to Vecna’s melted flesh. A twinge of pain in his brow as he attempts to gather the words. Naively hoping that maybe, just maybe, Vecna will understand and let you go. 

Before he can do anything, Kas hears a simple whisper fall from your mouth. A whisper so sweet, so soft that it sounded like it came straight from the heavens above. And with those words, the words you thought would be your last - “I’m crazy about you, Eddie,” his heart filled with undeniable love. 

A flash of your smile floods his mind. Laughter that he would be lucky to listen to for the rest of his life. A moan so sexy and daunting that he had to hear more. Another flash and he stumbles back, almost in pain. Hands rushing to his head as he presses the base of his palms against his brow bone. He is transported back in time. Back to you...

“Hey, don’t forget the popcorn, babe,” he says while munching on the last kernel. What appears to be an action movie blasts loudly across the screen. Kas recognizes the space - it’s HIS trailer. He looks to his right and lands on your beautiful smile. He almost doesn’t notice that you were wearing his t-shirt, strawberry printed panties, and fuzzy long socks bundled at your ankles. You jump over to him in excitement. The popcorn nearly falling out of the bowl. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” you say with increasing volume. Your hand rests lightly upon his chest as your other hand gestures towards the tv. Your eyes are on the movie, but his are glued to you. “This is my favorite part,” you gleam as you softly pat his chest. “I’ll be back,” you imitate in a low-toned and thick accent. 

This was the moment. The moment he knew, without a doubt, that he loved you. From that moment forward, he had every intention of making you his life partner - his wife. He had met his soulmate and he was beyond thankful, knowing that not everyone is as lucky as he. 

“I’m crazy about you, girl,” he whispers as he pushes back that familiar strand of hair that always falls in front of your face. Your smile grows as crimson rises to your cheeks. Your chin pins to your chest as you express a sweet mix of appreciation and embarrassment. 

“Oh, my love,” you whisper as you cup your hand to his cheek. He could feel your warmth. He leans into it. In this simple embrace, you have given him everything he has ever wanted. “I’m crazy about you, Eddie.” He rushes into the kiss, almost as though you may disappear before his very eyes. His hands grip tight around your waist and lower back, determined to never let you go as long as you wanted him. He loved you from the day he saw you, but this was the day he knew you loved him back. 

Kas winces, pulling out of the memory as he stumbles a few steps back. An ambiguous streak of concern riddles Vecna’s face. Save her, a familiar voice rings clear through Kas’ mind. Vecna immediately replies, “No, you must kill her. Kill her for me.” Kas could not even comprehend that Vecna was answering his thoughts. His heart shreds, splitting in two as he struggles to find solid ground. Save her, the voice enunciates once more. 

His eyes flick up towards Vecna. Eyes glowing red as they stare into the soulless being. A subtle shock is depicted upon Vecna’s face in response to Kas’ physical defiance. With a quick outward throw of his hand, Kas’ energy propels Vecna out of the home and straight into the ground a few meters down. Broken wood falls everywhere. Insulation slowly seeping from the cracks.

Kas stares at this hand curiously. He did not know he was capable of such power - power comparable to his. He never needed to use it. Most definitely not when met with Vecna. With a quick glance to his incapacitation, Kas jumps towards your still floating body and wraps his arms around you. His forearm supports your neck, while his other holds your knees. He tries his best to avoid the sight of your damaged leg. It evokes a confusing and distinct feeling within that pangs his sternum.

He holds you tight against his chest, primarily for his own benefit. The warmth you exude transcending deep with his own skin, providing the comfort he desperately sought for. Before he could step out the door, Vecna gracefully lifts from the ground with ease. He lands gently before the two of you, despite the fury building within his expression. 

All Kas could do was watch in horror. He has never once felt vulnerable before, and yet, here he is - with the most important being in the world within his arms - within harm’s way. With a simple firm hand, Vecna flings Kas against the living room. His back bounces off the wall as a ragged and pain-filled grunt drops from his mouth. 

A vengeful force pinning his head against the peeling and painted walls. Your body left rigid and exposed across the floor. He tries so desperately to pull his crown from the wall’s surface, but the power was too strong. All he wanted was to ensure your safety. 

Vecna comes into view. Those blackened eyes piercing right into Kas’ soul. “What have you done?” the low, booming voice echoes within the space. It leaves shivers down Kas’ spine. “Let us go,” he spits out through grinding teeth. Suddenly, Vecna raises his clawed hand, causing pain to electrify each and every one of Kas’ pain receptors. Open wounds spread across his chest. The oxidized air stinging the bloodied rips. A scream stills the room, a scream that only the two of them can hear. 

“Us?” Vecna says with an amused tone. He pulls his hand from the traitor’s face. A displeasing taste in his mouth. A sudden shift to his voice and Vecna’s anger appears ten-fold. “You don’t even know who she is,” he whispers as he leans into Kas’ face. His eyes admiring the pained response of his clenched jaw. “I don’t,” Kas struggles to say. He squeezes his eyes shut, hoping that it may distract from the pain. “I don’t know you either,” he manages to let out with a gasping breath. 

Vecna’s eyes harden as he stares within Kas’. A slight head tilt and the pain disappears. Kas takes in a heavy breath, still pinned forcefully against the wall. “You know me,” Vecna mutters as he turns back to your lifeless body. He wishes he could kill you right here. Snap all your bones until you were an unidentifiable pretzel. But in order to do that, he would need to make you conscious, just for the sake of enjoyment in your death. But the thought of your aggravating voice was enough to put the pleasure of torture out of his mind. “No, I know what you want from me,” Kas whispers back. 

With heavied breaths and a tightened neck, Kas manages to lift his head from the wall to stare down onto Vecna’s burnt skull. A slight uptick of Vecna’s brow revealed the impressiveness he saw within Kas’ strength. Impressive, yet worrisome. A slow burning smirk and he returns his hollowed eyes back to the man before him. “And what do I want from you?” he says amusingly as he slowly returns his hand to Kas’ face. 

Kas immediately makes eye contact with the daggered fingers. His heart racing as he takes a loaded breath in through his nostrils. He returns his eyes towards Vecna’s, courage pouring from his irises. “You want a lieutenant. Someone to lead your armies,” Kas spits out with disgust. “You want someone to stand beside you as the world burns.” A bellowing laugh erupts from Vecna’s chest as the hand carelessly falls from Kas’ cheek. “I don’t need someone to lead,” he laughs effortlessly. The words falling without care. “I can lead.” 

Twisting his head, Vecna pushes in closer to Kas’ face. Kas still manages to hold his head a mere inch away from the wall, but nothing more and nothing less. Only what Vecna allows. “Then why did you bring me back?” Kas hisses. His nostrils flare as he stares down his lifted chin. He desperately holds on to any autonomy he can get. 

“I need a partner,” Vecna answers softly. The bit of disdain within his voice can almost be mistaken as vulnerability. He pulls his eyes from Kas’ before he could recognize the twinge of pain within them. He walks back towards your unconscious body. He rakes over you, questioning what Kas saw in you. “You were right about one thing,” he continues as he speaks over his shoulder. “I do want someone to stand beside me as the world burns.” 

Vecna swiftly turns back to Kas. The quick movement almost berating his body with an impenetrable force that flew his head back against the wall. A soft hiss falls from Kas’ lips as he sears from the blunt pain. “What did she do?” Vecna asks as he takes another step towards him. “What did she do that made you give up on everything that we had?” 

Kas begins to feel a tightening against his neck. He coughs as he struggles to gather his breath. He tries his best to calm his body, not wanting to show any response to Vecna’s abuse. “Nothing,” he whispers with a strained voice. “She did absolutely nothing to pull me from you.” 

After a laugh of disbelief, Vecna sucks his tongue against his bottom teeth with a clenched jaw. “She had to do something, Kas,” he says with pseudo-encouragement in his tone. His boisterous attitude disappears just as quickly as it emerged. A wash of despair falls upon Vecna as he slowly realizes what you gave Kas. A thing that he could never give. Kas scoffs, enjoying the pain that resonates on the face before him. 

“You kill innocent people,” Kas asserts with a hindered voice. Now it was Vecna’s turn to laugh. “Innocent? There’s no such thing as innocent people,” he grumbles with another painful chuckle. Kas’ lips form into a solid line as hatred fills his lungs. “Chrissy Cunningham was innocent,” he spits out loudly. Vecna grumbles as a slow smile forms on his face. “Who?” he asks sarcastically. Kas hisses immediately, almost as though he was ready for Vecna’s dismissal. “The girl you killed in front of me,” he retorts. 

Vecna’s back immediately straightens as he stares at Kas in incredulity. “You remember?” he asks quietly. “No, no. You were perfect,” he attempts to understand by speaking aloud to himself. Kas lets out another bustling laugh despite the pain it caused in his wounded body. “How many times did you kill me before I was perfect?” Kas asks nonchalantly. 

The words penetrating Vecna’s thick armor as he stumbles a step back. “How long did it take you to realize that I remembered before you sicked your bats on me? Before you brought me back again and again?” Kas lets out a simple chuckle, feeling the strength holding him against the wall weaken. He stretches his neck, hearing a clear crack in its side. “You killed me and then expected me to call you my savior,” he mutters in disgust. 

As anger boils the blood that courses through his veins, Kas pulls harshly away from the wall. The feeling no different than peeling his skin off of a burning stove. He struggles to muffle the scream forming in his throat, but his eyes are set upon Vecna. He lands harshly onto the floor, evaporating the force that held him up. 

Vecna’s expression rests in a fixed state of complete bewilderment and determination. “You may despise me, but you do love her,” he whispers in a clear monotone. His quick disconnection from reality settles in as his hand slowly raises - and you along with it. Kas’ eyes widen as he watches your lifeless body raise behind Vecna’s shoulder. 

“Would you like to feel the pain you just caused me?” Vecna says carelessly as a sadistic smile pulls to the side of his face. Kas’ eyes quickly scatter between yours and his. His entire body fuels with adrenaline as he watches your body destined for death within the hands of his “savior.” “Wait,” he pleads. His mouth immediately fills with regret as he slowly returns his eyes to the soulless pair before him. “Don’t.” 

Vecna continues to stare into Kas. He internalizes the twitches of his face, all the pained lines drawn upon his skin. A small part of him wonders if Kas will ever care for him as much as he does for you - if he ever has. The words drop as quickly as the thought fades from his mind. “Don’t what?” he mocks. Kas winces as he begrudgingly returns his sorrowed eyes to Vecna. “Don’t hurt her,” he whispers with a lack of intonation to his voice. “I will stay with you, but only if you let her go.” 

A heart flutters faster than intended. Faster than he ever remembered it could. Vecna swallows his pride as he slowly lowers the desolate girl behind him. “Take her to the border,” he instructs as he steps out of Kas’ direct path towards you.

Kas nods as he rushes to your side. His fingers gently brush the hair from your face as he desperately searches your skin for abrasions. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” he says softly and repeatedly. He tucks his arm underneath your neck. Another arm hooks beneath your knees as he slowly lifts both your bodies up from his crouch.

As he heads towards the door without any intention of looking back, Vecna adds, “If she returns, I will kill her.” Kas slowly turns around, following the ear closest to Vecna as he ingrains the threat into his memory. “If you don’t return, I will kill her.” Fear pangs his heart. It is almost audible as his eyes fall to the ground. He slowly turns, careful not to make sudden movements, as he and you both escape death. Vecna watches him as he carries your undeserving being through the threshold. 

As soon as he made enough headway from the now demolished house, Kas bolts into a sprint to create as much distance between you and his maker. He takes you to another piece of the fallen Hawkin’s border. Your body often smacks against his chest within his haste. The sounds are almost reminiscent of the previous night, but he pushes the thought far from his mind. 

Finally, Kas finds an abandoned church along the way. “Saint Jude’s,” he reads aloud as he walks down the stoned pathway. He finds irony in the idea but pushes through the big double doors with you in his arms. He lightly lays you down upon a pew. Another finger brushes the soft strand out of your face - a now involuntary and automatic act of care. His eyes rake your body, assessing the damages. The majority of your skin was racked with bruises. However, the biggest concern was, of course, your broken leg. 

With a heavy breath in preparation, Kas finally takes in the sight of your distorted leg. The image hurt him more than he could have ever imagined. Seething in hot breaths, he raises his wrist and bites harshly against it. Softly, he raises your head to his inner wrist. Your pretty mouth resting nicely against his wound. 

In your woozy state, you push him away. Some part of your consciousness awakens as adrenaline bursts through and your fists begin swinging. He holds you down, despite the blood falling from his forearm. “God, you’re unbearable even when you sleep,” he grumbles. Your defenses slowly soften as you slip back into unconsciousness. He raises his wrist to your mouth once more. His other hand slowly caresses the back of your head as his fingers trace through strands of your hair.

As soon as a drop of blood falls upon your lips, your body craves it. Suddenly, your hands were holding the back of his wrist and pressing his forearm against your face. He tries his best not to find the interaction incredibly arousing, but your embrace, light sucks, and little nibbles make his head swoon. You took as much of him as you needed, falling back in exhaustion once finished. 

Kas hovers over you for what seemed like hours, but is truly only minutes. A smile forms on his face as he watches the bruises slowly disappear from your beautiful skin. “You’re okay, darlin’,” he whispers. The words finally feel true. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead. A kiss you will never know of. 

With that, he carries you up to his chest once more to finish the trek to the border. He cannot help the smirk that plagues his cheeks as he feels you nuzzle against him. A clear, but subtle smile forming on your own lips. 

“And then he let us go and I healed you with my blood,” Kas states matter-of-factly with a shrug. His back still leaning heavily against the tree trunk. Arms and ankles crossed as he slowly raises his eyes onto yours. 

You stumble back, placing a hand against your stomach. Nausea washes over your head as you attempt to process the information provided. You quickly drop to your knees. The movement is sudden enough that Kas jumps from the tree, desperate to catch you. “I’m okay,” you say as you swat his hands away. “I-I just,” you start, breathlessly. “I just need a second. That-that was a lot.” He steps back slowly and hesitantly. He gradually falls into a squat in front of you as he mindlessly picks up random leaves to play with - giving you the space you asked for. 

Your mind feels fixed, almost as though you cannot trust your own memories. What Kas says happened sounds familiar, yet unfamiliar all at the same time. You also cannot forget that the truth does not come so easily from those particular supple lips. You push your fingers through your hair, trying not to burst into sobs over the lack of control. It is not easy to accept being a toy in someone else’s game, to accept no longer being the main character. 

From what Kas shared, you should be safe. You should be free, yet - you feel anything but. Something was not right. “Kas,” you whisper, breaking the silence. His head pops up almost immediately. “So, Vecna tried to kill me. He-he broke my leg,” you attempt to recollect. The words all feeling familiar. “You both fought and then he just agreed to let us go?” you ask in disbelief. Kas nodded, gesturing a compressed shrug with his hands. 

“I don’t believe you,” you say lightly with a shake of your head. 

Kas scoffs as he pushes his curly hair back. The smile almost juvenile as he looks back at you with distrust. “Believe what you want, darlin’,” he shrugs once again. He stands up, making his way back to his trusty tree. “No,” you say abruptly, standing yourself. “There’s no way he would let us go without anything in return,” you murmur to yourself, thinking aloud. “What did you do?” you ask with horrified eyes. 

He deadpans as soon as your question hits his ears. With a deep breath, he whispers, “I got us out.” You walk towards him with a stubborn, determined pace as your palms press against his chest. “What did you do, Kas?” you ask again as you watch him stumble back from your push. With a look of annoyance, he rushes you with a finger pointed in your face. “I saved your life and this is the thanks I get,” he yells with hands out to his sides. “God,” he scoffs, pulling away from you and throwing a hand up. “I did what I had to,” he mumbles as he adds more distance between you two. 

You follow him, a gentle hand to his wrist as you turn him around. Those gentle brown eyes that you know so well staring back at you. This time you recognize Kas within them. “Kas, what did you do?” you ask calmly. His gaze falls to your hand. He slowly lowers your fingers and intertwines them with his before flicking his eyes back to you. “I have to go back,” he whispers, like an innocent boy admitting his wrongs.

You take a sharp breath as you try your best to keep calm, but your head is already involuntarily shaking no. “It’s okay,” Kas murmurs as he tightens his palm against yours. “I’ve made my peace.” Your eyes swiftly fall upon his, tears welling. “No,” you muster. “You don’t have to.” The unbearable weight pressing against your chest has only just lifted, and yet, another hundred or so pounds are added on. A man who pained you so harshly, who then saved you, is going back to hell for you. The words are beyond confusing to think about, but it does not change the feeling of hope you have towards your new ally. 

“You don’t have to go back,” you whimper as your other arm rests against his back and pulls him into a hug. The warmth of his embrace confirms that bit of his story within your own memory. “If I don’t go, I am setting up some other miserable fuck for hell on Earth,” he whispers in your ear as his chin finds a spot upon your shoulder. His hand pressing against the base of your skull, supporting you. “I won’t do that to someone else.” 

You pull away, shaking your head again. His forehead falls against the crook of your neck, almost naturally. “Aren’t you supposed to be the bad guy?” you ask incredulously. His head lifts as confusion presses his brows together. “Why do you care what happens to the next guy?” A smile pulls to the side of his face as he presses his hips against yours. The largest space between you two rests between your chests as you hold each other tightly at the waist. “You must be rubbing off on me,” he mutters softly. 

“Come with me, Kas,” you say as you break away from the embrace. Your fingertips brushing against his as you attempt to walk into the field. The sun is starting the set and the light blue sky fills with orange. As you continue to step into the field, you swear the air tastes different. “I can’t,” he whispers as you pull away and he chooses not to chase you.

The act stops you in your tracks as you look back at him. You take the second to think, to devise a plan. “If I promise you that we can kill him, maybe not today or tomorrow, but some day we will come back and kill him - then, would you come with me?” you ask hopelessly. You have absolutely no idea of how that might happen. How you two might accomplish such a feat. You have never known the need for revenge until meeting Kas. Nothing will stop you from finding out how to put Vecna in the ground, and suffer as you do it. 

Without thinking, the words fall from your lips all with good intent, “I promise you. Will you come with me?” You walk back to the border, only a step away from the impending doom that is Hawkins. Your hand extended for someone who is just as capable of that same doom, and yet, you pray he will take it. You hope he will join you in this world and that he will help you defeat your lover’s killer. All you can do is hope. A hand falls into yours, breaking your string of thoughts. 

“I will,” Kas says softly as he steps into the orange glow of the sunset.

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