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nailbatanddungeon · 10 months
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001, the gorgeous lips
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bowerxcooke · 4 months
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henry creel met henry creel at “stranger things on stage”🫶🏻
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rxttingsblog · 2 years
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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..
“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!)
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creelarke · 11 months
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never forget that Randy Havens, the actor who played Scott Clarke aka Mister Clarke, tweeted this skskssksksksk
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munson-blurbs · 9 months
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Look into those eyes and tell me you wouldn't let him destroy you in every sense of the word.
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ryan-waddell11 · 8 months
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I’ve been struggling to find words to express the amount of discomfort, anger, and frustration I’ve had about this whole Jamie situation.
The AUDACITY of people bringing in weird shit for him to sign and then demanding a REFUND when he politely tells you he’ll sign something else is ASTOUNDING.
Bringing in a MARRIAGE certificate is WEIRD. THERE’S NO OTHER WAY TO PUT IT. IT’S WEIRD.
Saying "Me and Jamie have our own things going on" and not understanding how fucking creepy that sounds is beyond me and again is WEIRD.
A British man calling you “my love” and you not understanding that is him being polite is WEIRD. This man is in a committed relationship with a beautiful and kind woman. SHE IS NOT YOU.
Jamie handled the situation very well and was very respectful and they this person handled the situation is deplorable and DISGUSTING. The fact alone that you don’t see what’s wrong with what you did or your response to the negative comments is a whole other PLANET of DELUSIONAL.
Jamie, like most celebrity guests at these cons, loves meeting fans and talking with them. However, they are PEOPLE. Treat them like it. They are NOT people to trauma dump on. They are NOT people to make uncomfortable for YOUR satisfaction.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Things like this, make people not want to meet their fans because they’re afraid that it could happen again. So, not only are you ruining the experience for the talent, you’re ruining the possibility for other fans to meet their faves because you have no respect.
RESPECT IS NOT A HARD CONCEPT. NO ONE deserves to have a safe space they’ve created infringed or tampered with. This is utterly disgusting and heartbreaking. Respect people and their boundaries. Please do better!!
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lukotacon · 1 year
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Henry Creel/001 + Onion Headlines
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langdonscult · 2 years
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sensitive topic: Jamie with the kids on the set of stranger things 🥺
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libid1ne · 2 years
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capable.
peter ballard/001/henry creel x reader
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✰ summary: the man you fell in love with is no more, and you begin to question if he was ever capable of loving you in the first place.
manipulation ; fighting ; lying ; blood ; gore ; being in denial ; pet names
enjoy!
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you had been in love. with a man so seemingly perfect, you believed him to be sculpted from marble. he was always sweet, a gentleman right down to his core.
however, you doubt any of it was real. you cant believe it’s real, you’d go insane if you did. that he loved you at all, that he, who had created this slaughter was even able to feel, to love, to care.
you don’t want to think that after all he has done, that he had touched you with those hands once.
cupped your face, grabbed your hips, touched you, loved you, played with you. and that you had been so willing to give it all, down to the last drop of your being, to him.
the room lacked the quiet happiness it once had. the smell of iron filling your nose, and breaking your already sore heart. the headache you had only intensified by the tears streaming down your face.
how could any of this possibly be real? it was only last night he had kissed you, held you in his arms and rocked you to sleep while telling you sweet nothings. how he’d protect you, and love you, and how he’d never leave your side even if he died.
it had sounded like a dream at the time, now it sounds like a nightmare. a promise turned threat, and it makes your stomach churn as you two stare at each other.
this man—no, this monster had been your everything then, and even now you still feel that craving, that part of you that loves him. wants him, needs him.
it disgusts you, and like a double edged sword there is no good ending here. you are fated to die either way. he steps closer, reaching out to you, and you flinch away from his touch.
when he tries again, you only take a sharp intake of breath and let his crimson coated hands take hold of your cheeks. the tacky feeling of dried blood makes you frown and peter smiles. was he always this wicked? had you just never seen it? been aware of the hatred carved into his soul, into his heart, into his ways?
he presses his lips to your forehead and holds them there. the contact repulses you, and you’d like to blame it on muscle memory when you lean further into his touch.
you know it’s not. but deep down you feel as if this whole entire time, all the months you spent wrapped up in this devils embrace and told i love you, was false. a faux happiness. that it was a lie.
and as you stare deep into the blue of his eyes, you drown in them. and despite the burning in your heart, the ache that stands prominent. you come to the conclusion that no.
peter ballard, a devil disguised as an angel, cannot possibly be capable of love. just like you, are not capable of falling out of love with him.
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espeon-fireheart · 2 years
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꧁༺ 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓭/ 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ༻꧂
Why? Because why not? I know we all need it! It wasn't requested but I know you need it! No shame in it. I need it too. Why do you think I'm making it?
TW: This IS smut. I am saying this now! I don't suggest this for Minors or people who feel uncomfortable with it. Just the thirsty babes. You know who you are.
Requests are Open!
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Oh boy! I cannot tell you how much this man cares about you. As one of the VERY few people he can say makes him feel, you are so precious to him. Which means, he wants to learn about everything that makes you feel good. Where you like to be touched, where your favourite places are, what position, everything.
And he'll never get bored of you. Nothing could ever make him feel as happy and eager as you do. So when you are insecure of your body, or nervous of being dull with him. Good ol' Henry would just remind you of who you are.
When he does so, he'd find any surface to pin you too, and press you with gentle yet dominating kisses till you were whimpering and begging for him.
Oh those whimpers! Your voice would drive him to madness. It was bad enough that you pulled his heartstrings with every compliment or taunt you throw his way. But your whimpers are enough to make him go absolutely feral.
Henry is one of those guys that if he'd hears you beg for more, he'd proceed to stuff you with his cock till you couldn't take any more. If you were in the right situation, he'd make you scream and cry for him just for his own delight.
But sadly, he'd have to be smart. Seeing as the labs had high security, simply ploughing into you with you screaming wasn't the best idea. So instead, you both got creative. Some nights, he'd flip you on your belly with your ass up so you could moan into your pillow, Other nights, you'd have his hand over your mouth. But mostly you'd have something like his tie or your underwear in your mouth.
He can be a greedy man at times, taking his own pleasures out on you while he would fuck you silly. Like for example, pulling you away to a closet just to see your pretty lips around his cock. And holding you close with you panting in his ear while he leaves secret hickeys on your chest for no one to find.
To him, hickeys are beautiful blooms on the skin. Little bruises that he just adored on your skin. He adores them because he knows that he gave them to you. He proved that you're his. And his alone.
When he gets the change to be alone with you, Henry can either be romantic and sweet, or he can be rough and possessive. But then sometimes, he can be both! Yes! In his own twisted way, he can be moaning and groaning in your ear, but also make time to kiss your shoulders and your face while your legs are trembling and your both just making a mess.
If he feels like someone could take you from him, he'd have you dripping with his seed and well reminded of his love for you once he gets his hands on you again.
Speaking of having you dripping! I think we can all agree that this man has even just a little bit of a breeding kink. And I say this for two reasons; He loves to just leave his seed inside of you and lay with you in his arms. And secondly, I think he has just a bit of a fantasy of having a family with you once he gets out of here. But that's a story for another time.
I believe spanking would be another little guilty pleasure of his. His thin fingers kneading your flesh before and after he leaves a beautiful red mark. It's the same with the hickeys, only less of a lasting mark.
One of his favourite expressions you make, in his opinion, would be right when you're on the edge of your orgasm. Letting your eyes roll back with tears staining your cheeks, it's even better when his hand gently wraps around your throat.
"You're perfection..." He always reminds you, when you're right there, on that edge of bliss. He'd kiss your exposed throat and hum against the skin with a charming smile. Not slowing down his pace, instead, he'd just hover over you with his hips colliding into yours while his blue eyes just watch your face as bliss flowed through you.
He's proud of himself. Proud that he is the only one that gets to see you in this way. He never wants it to change. He just wants to love you like this forever. And he will.
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bebx · 7 months
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my beloved @twihs-blog
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nailbatanddungeon · 29 days
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I haven’t been painting for years and they did okay? 😂
Click keep reading to see the pictures
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comfort-person · 1 year
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Stronger than you believe
Request: hello! I was wondering whether you could do a story on Henry creel/001? I don’t really have much of an idea of what you could do but if it could be dark? Like maybe Henry helping the reader escape the lab after something happens? Thank you!
A/N: Omg Henry seriously has my heart. Absolutely! I hope this is what you were looking for. All the love, A xx
“You know you can do it…” his voice was soft and assuring as he looked at you, his slender fingers soothingly rubbing up and down your back your eyes focused fully on the empty can of coke sat on the table “I cant…” you whispered out “yes you can, y/n. You can.” Henry spoke confidently and you glared at the can, you had always struggled with your powers. Everyone else got it down so easily and you just struggled as if it was the hardest thing ever, as if you simply didn’t have any powers. You kept staring intently at the can breathing heavily, your hands trembling, the can starting to vibrate on the table “focus…” Henry whispered to you and you desperately tried to but the harder you tried the harder it became, your shoulders slumping as you fell back into the chair letting out a shaky breath “I seriously can’t one” you whined out and Henry, although wanting to convince you to try again knew you needed your strength and so simply nodded “okay. Don’t worry. You nearly got there… just need that slight more attention.” He assured as he flattened his palm against your back rubbing in soothing circles against your back trying to simply calm you down.
“Try her again” papa soon spoke up making Henry glance at the older man “but she’s tired she needs-“ “try her again.” Papa continued and Henry bit down on the inside of his cheek before nodding his head before turning back to you “you need to try again for me y/n… try your best… you can do this…” he whispered to you not wanting papa to be angry at you as he knew when papa didn’t see improvement in anyone he would expel of them or do even worse. You took a deep breath before narrowing your eyes as you glared at the can “you will do this y/n” papa spoke as he had took Henry’s position beside you, henry now stood up just behind you hands lightly folded in front of him as he watched silently. He wanted to stick up for you tell papa that you were struggling but papa wouldn’t care, if anything it would give him another reason to get rid of you and replace you. You clenched your jaw body starting to tremble as the crimson liquid began to trail out of your nose the more you tried, henry stayed silent watching as the can began to tremble but at the same pace of before, it just wasn’t going to work and Henry didn’t want you getting hurt or put in isolation and so Henry with ease rather quickly stuck his fingers out his hand remaining by his side hiding what he was doing before he did a twisting gesture watching as the can was crushed a delighted look forming on papas face “that’s my y/n… good job.” He stroked his hand over your forehead gently as he smiled at you “I’m so proud of you.” Papa whispered a soft smile on Henry’s lips his hands moving just behind his back as he watched, pride on his face, even if he had done it… he didn’t care. He wouldn’t take the credit for it because he knew he was there to help you. Not shame you. He was there to support you through it all.
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“I know you did it” you whispered looking at Henry who was moving his chess piece across the board, he stayed silent lips remaining sealed as he simply hummed, eyes soon flicking to look at you “and it was worth it.” He said calmly and you gazed at him frustration lingering in your eyes “but…-“ “but nothing dear, I was helping you. Nothing more nothing less. We all need a helping hand sometimes.” He said simply. Henry craved safety outside of the lab, he wanted to escape… leave… but that just wasn’t plausible. “What would papa of done if I didn’t do it?” You soon asked making Henry freeze body tensing up slightly as he swallowed thickly, shaking his head, “that isn’t something to worry your head about.” He reminded calmly but you wanted to know. You needed to know… you gave him a silent look, remaining quiet- pain clear on your face. You had always felt safe in the lab but now you were aware that something more sinister was going on.
“Put you in isolation. Hurt you. Killed you. I don’t know.” He shook his head putting his head down, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let you get hurt. No way. “But papa wouldn’t do such a thing” you tried to deny it Henry’s reassuring eyes immediately telling you otherwise “he would. And you know it… you may not want to believe it. And that’s okay. I didn’t for a while, as well, not until he made the guards torture me for helping you when I wasn’t supposed to” he said and your eyes widened slightly “they hurt you?” You asked horrified and with a simple nod Henry remained silent, “No one’s safe in here. We’re all experiments. It’s been this way since I was young. We wake up… work… sleep… repeat. It’s a toxic cycle that won’t stop. And if you get killed then it really doesn’t matter, they can easily replace us. To them we’re all just numbers… look.” He paused knocking one of the chess pieces down “can you still play chess with one piece gone?” He asked looking at you expectantly, and you nodded your head “yeah… because there’s other pieces we can use.” You said as it started to settle in your mind wandering, breathing quickening slightly “we’re nothing to them y/n. We’re just numbers. Replaceable lab rats who have no point in life apart from being experimented on.” He said harshly but you knew it needed to be put to you in such a way that you would truly understand it. “I’m planning on leaving.” He whispered out eyes flicking to look at the cameras making sure they weren’t recording before he looked back down at you “join me?” He was planning on going alone but knowing what could happen to you without his supervision made him sick to the stomach. He needed to protect you.
And so later on that night once the lab went quiet you met Henry in the darkness, a small vent being the only thing you were capable of crawling through. “How will you go through?” You asked not wanting henry to leave you in anyway. “You need to go without me.” He urged but your eyes widened “no. No way. I’m not leaving without you.” You said and he stared at you silently eyes full of sadness “you have to. I promise I’ve got this handled.” You studied him confused “but you… you said you’d come with me.” You said watching as Henry easily manipulated the vents hatch to fall off, catching it in one of his large hands to stop any sound “I will. But you need to go first. Get out of here before it’s too late okay? I promise I’m going to be okay.” He then gently grabbed a hold of your hand bringing your hand up to his lips as he pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles “trust me on this okay?” You took a deep breath before nodding… you could trust him… right? “But what if you get hurt henry? I don’t want you getting hurt! What if-“ he gently cupped your face in his hands bringing one of his hands up to press a finger against his lips “shh… I won’t… trust me. Hush. Just trust me… please.” He soothed calmly thumbs gently rubbing against your cheeks to try and comfort and reassure you.
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After a little bit more of coaxing from Henry you finally agreed…
You had crawled out of the vent and to the safety of outside, staying curled up in the shadows knees pulled to your chest as you tried to calm your breathing… trying to stay calm… trying to simply breathe and not panic. You heard gunfire and shouting from in the building but tried to keep breathing at a normal pace simply praying Henry would be okay. And after what felt like ages alarms began to blare and you watched a tall figure run out of the building… Henry… his hand grabbed onto yours as he dragged you along the path “are you okay?” He asked whilst running, but he was quiet nonetheless and you nodded your head, his fingers intertwined with yours as he continued dragging you through the woods, sounds of footsteps and yelling just behind you along with gunfire making you panic. You had betrayed everyone… papa… your friends… the staff… everyone and the more you thought about it the more weak you became. Your bottom lip began to tremble your eyesight blurring as your feet began to drag, legs weakening and Henry in one last final attempt to get the both of you to safety lifted you up into his embrace, holding you so your arms were wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist as he carried you swiftly.
He was covered in blood and you could see the slight crimson liquid on him “is… is this your blood?” You whispered fearfully but he didn’t respond, focusing on getting you and him to safety but eventually once in a shielded safe haven, it was a cabin- not much but it was somewhere… the roof was slightly moulded, moss growing into it clearly taken over by nature, it was a mess as well as if it had been lived in prior to them arriving but it would do until they found proper safety. He gently sat you down onto the couch as he crouched down just in front of you “it’s not my blood, no.” He assured calmly and your eyes filled with tears, you hated anyone being hurt and he quickly hushed you hand caressing against your cheek “why do you care for people who treated you like you were nothing?” He asked and you stared at him “because they are my family” you said but Henry shook his head “they’re make believe… trust me…. Do you trust me?” He asked holding his hands out for you to take and you gently did holding his hands as you gazed at him silently, “of course.” You nodded and he smiled a soft gentle smile before intertwining his fingers with yours, his free hand roaming up to caress against your cheek “you’re safe now. We’re free… You’re stronger than you believe y/n, you’ve joined me… we’re going to rule the earth together.” He said eyes shining with excitement and you gave him a questioning look “rule the earth?” You asked and he nodded,
“Rid the earth of all those nasty evil bad people… then we’ll make it our own… rule it… who’s to say we can’t solve cruelness, hm?” He tilted his head gently “this is our world… and we’re finally living in it… it’s time to take control over what is ours, right?” He asked compelling eyes gazing right into yours and a small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, your hand coning up to rest against his cheek cupping his cheek in your palm…“You’re right….”
“Our world.”
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𓆩❤︎𓆪 Pacify him 𓆩❤︎𓆪
—Yandere!Peter ballard/Henry creel, dark!002 x hurt!Reader
(no threesome shit btw)
!! READER IS 18 !!
Summary: Reader is in a abusive/toxic relationship with 002. But little does she know that Peter is actually in love with her and he does everything in his power to win her heart. Even if it comes down to killing everyone else she loves. One night, 002 hurts the reader pretty badly. Peter takes notice and confronts her. But 002 catches them and now the Reader must suffer greatly.
(( In this AU, 002 is over 20 and a patient at Hawkins lab. I know 20+ isn’t his canon age but in this story he is ))
WARNING: Forced relationship, age-gap, emotional & physical abuse, love triangle, jealousy issues, grooming, attachment issues, reader is kinda dumb, 002 is a dick, reader is innocent, mature themes, mentions of murder, explicit content, dark themes inside Hawkins lab!!
—MIND YOU! i do not support any of these actions. This was made for the hell of it. I find all these actions absolutely disgusting but i’m the type of person to write about dark themes like these! If you’re easily triggered then please don’t read! i would hate to accidentally trigger someone.
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It was just the same old saying: “At first, he was the nicest guy i’ve ever met..”
That’s basically the right quote to use to summarize your ongoing secret relationship with no other than 002. Papa forbidden any sort of relationships, your rules were very strict and if someone were to ever break them they’d suffer greatly. Papa had the audacity to make his punishments extra cruel. But you and 002 were “thriving” after being boyfriend and girlfriend for almost 7 months now you still haven’t gotten caught. Which you were surprised by but also greatly disappointed.
You met 002 when you were sent to the lab at 12. Unlike then others, you were born with abilities. At first you thought all the other test subjects were born with powers too but according to Papa’s words they were not. To be frank, it really confused you. But being dumb at the time you didn’t investigate any further into it. At the beginning, 002 wasn’t actually the first one to pry into your life. It was actually a friendly orderly who went by the name of “Peter”
As time flew by and the older you got, Peter would try and stir up conversation with you at any chance that was given to him. But because of your shyness you barely opened up. In a way you appreciated him for not being rude about it though. He actually understood your personality. The orderly was always very kind to you despite your differences. You always knew you were different from the others and because of that you were bullied relentlessly.
Peter was always there for you though, but little did you know that was only the beginning of a brand new obsession of his. After all this time, you only looked upon him as a care taker or a friend. He looked at you as if you were his one and only. However, you never could comprehend his looks. Love was the last thing on your mind.
Since you only saw Peter as a friend, so you had no problem dating 002. But deep down you knew Peter was aware of this relationship. But he put no stop to it. You’d see him glaring hatefully at the both of you. His angered gaze wasn’t directed towards you, mostly towards 002. It became a concern of yours but you never brought it up. This relationship concept was brand new to you. 002 was intimidating but he was never mean to you like how he was towards his fellow test subjects. Before he asked you out he’s constantly steal the spotlight from Peter. He would force himself upon you but you never saw it as harmful at first.
When the relationship was official, 002 made you drop Peter, drop all your very few friends, and made you obsessed with him and him only.
“Remember, if i catch you talking to that creepy orderly again, you’ll suffer greatly. You’re weak and pathetic..” He would whisper into your ear during the night as you tensed up in his embrace.
It wasn’t long until you found yourself drifting away from Peter. Which Peter was deeply hurt by. He saw the way you looked at 002. If only you looked at him that way. You did not belong to any other man. In his mind, you were his. He was going to fulfill his dream and make it come true. Peter was very intelligent. Always spectating you and 002.
002, a liar, a disgusting useless human who was only a copy of him. He’d cast the man murderous glances every time he touched you. Peter knew the whole thing as the relationship unfolded. He noticed how at first 002 would protect you, made you feel loved. Now he was distant and harsh towards you. The only thing Peter didn’t notice was the beatings 002 gave you every time you disobeyed or did something he wasn’t fond of.
002 knew damn well what he was doing and what he had in store for you. When you hit 16 was when he started his twisted game of cat and mouse with you. He took advantage of your kindness, found out every aspect of you, he was beyond determined to break down your morals. Your weakness and pureness would only feed his ego. The only thing he liked about you was your power, your power he was actually envy of.
You vividly remember him pressuring you to be with him when you were 16 and he was 19. You never knew it was wrong so you accepted. Besides, he promised that this would help you. Then 002 told you to ‘keep it a secret’ in which you understood due to Papa’s uptight rules. it’s not like you could make this public.
After the perfect stage passed over, 002 began to get more and more cruel over time. That was when the alarm bells started to go off in your head. He wasn’t afraid to get physical with you. When you tried to stick up for yourself against his constant tormenting the situation would always end up with you and tears and bawling on the floor in utter pain. You’d ask yourself questions like: Is this love? Does he love me? Why am i not telling anyone about this? Why am i not screaming? Is this wrong? Is this okay? Why does he hurt me like this?
A trait 002 was infamous for was showing off. There was never a day where he wasn’t talking about how powerful he truly was. If only someone could just pacify him to get him to shut his trap for once.
You knew this relationship was toxic now, after the multiple times he hurt you and mocked you with his older friends. You’d bring up problems in y’all’s relationship, such as the age problem, and how he manipulated you when you were only a kid. But he’d brush it off and say: “That’s all in your head, Y/N.” or “Age is only a number.. babe”
Most of the time, you believed it. You wanted to leave but at the same time you couldn’t. Your heart was too attached. You felt the need to cling to him as if he was a life line. It’s not like you could talk to anyone else, he forbid it. Another reason why you and Peter never talked. But boy, it wasn’t rare for Peter to still glare with those dangerous cold eyes of his. Sometimes you wish that Peter would save you. Your heart called out for him, you took great comfort in him.
But maybe.. Peter didn’t care either. Because despite his glances, at this point, you were fully convinced that no one would save you. You felt trapped in your head, you were broken, a person that could never be fixed again.
Skipping to present time, you now lie on the ground. Slipping in and out of unconsciousness after 002 severely injured you. Cuts, scabs, and bruises were viable and engraved into your soft skin.
“Why can’t you just make me happy? Is that so hard for you?” 002 sneered quietly, while looming over your body. Fury illuminated in his dark blue orbs.
“I’m s..sorry-” You managed to croak out after a few agonizing seconds. Your body shivering as your lip trembled with rapid fear that only increased in 002’s presence.
“No. You’re. Not.” 002 firmly stated, “If you were, you wouldn’t be such a stupid bitch and keep disobeying me!” He now crouched down to your level and cupped your face with his bigger hand. He spat in your face before slamming you down into the cold tiled floor. You let out a muffled whine when your face made contact with the floor.
002 was upset because you refused to sleep with him. He secretly broke into your room that night and proceeded to initiate that the two of you have sex. First off, you declined it. You were a virgin and barley understood the actual meaning of sex. Second of all, the chances of getting caught would be at it’s peak. You didn’t want him or you to get into trouble by the sadistic guards that roamed the hallways during the night shift.
When you still refused to do it after a shit ton of convincing was when he made the first strike. One strike followed after another until your body felt paralyzed.
You couldn’t hold back your tears, they hastily cascaded down your warm cheeks, 002 only snicked in response and with that he was out of your room in the blink of an eye. You hated yourself for letting this happen, why couldn’t you just be stronger? But even after all the torture he’s put you through.. you just couldn’t bring yourself to fully hate him.
It was infuriating, because you knew no matter what he did, you’d still love him.
*THE FOLLOWING MORNING*
You slowly walked down the dark corridor of the Lab. Usually in the morning, your “siblings” would go inside the rainbow room for 30 minutes of playtime. You braced yourself before you opened the doors, unfortunately your wounds were still noticeable. Thankfully, most of them engraved into your torso or shoulder blades since it was easy to cover that up. But you had some dark bruises on your neck and cuts on your arms. A foul marking any being could notice from afar.
As soon as you pried open the two heavy metal doors. You made direct eye contact with Peter. to your dismay, no one else was in sight. Just you and him. In a way, that’s even worst. Right when he caught a glimpse of your injured figure was when his face contoured into a saddened scowl in that exact moment. That was your fight or flight mode response and unsurprisingly you chose flight. Within an instant the doors were shut and your walking pace quickened as you withdrew yourself from the empty rainbow room.
Before your walking pace was even able to increase, you came to an abrupt halt as Peter took a tight hold of your wrist. Stopping you dead in your tracks. Now you’re definitely screwed.
Your back was facing him for a couple of hot seconds before he made the choice of spinning you around so that you’d face him. His hands subconsciously were brought up to your cheeks. Flashbacks of 002 abusing you ran throughout your mind and with that you winced, shoving yourself away from his touch. Peter looked horrified for you.
“Don’t touch me.” Your voice comes out barely as a whisper but it was audible for Peter. Your eyes remained glued to the floor before Peter cupped his slender fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
When you made eye contact with him and rested under his touch. His ocean blue gaze held so much concern. It almost made you feel.. safe.
“Sweetness, who did this to you?” He asked firmly, the answer was already evident but Peter needed you to admit it. He did his best to remain calm, his familiar friendly voice activated still. It took all his strength to not let his inner beast come out.
If he could, he would kill everyone here in a heartbeat. He wanted to hurt them all. Peter had no problem causing great harm towards the filthy humans who wronged you, who put you through immense pain. To be blunt, he didn’t understand this undying desire to protect you from all the monsters who were out to conquer you.
As Peter held you, you couldn’t help but let a tear fall down your cheek. Which in response Peter was quickly to dry off before more fell. His gaze saddened even more as his dark heart shriveled up into tiny pieces for you.
“Darling? Tell me what’s going on.. can you do that for me?” Peter inquired once more his raspy voice more comforting than ever. Shifting closer to you in a protective manner. You needed to get away from him because you knew the cameras were watching.
You still didn’t respond. You only felt your body froze up when you felt the presence of danger nearby. Your eyes that were once focused on Peter now drift off towards the end of the hallway. Peter’s eyes follow your gaze and with that he twists around only to be face to face with your boyfriend. 002.
He caught you. He caught you interacting with Peter. And you knew the consequences yet you disobeyed. Guilt lied in the pit of your stomach. A feeling you hated because you did not want to feel bad about this.
But he made you feel this way.
Does anyone want a part 2? if so then lmk please!
—Willard
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creelarke · 9 months
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This is so Scott Clarke to Henry Creel
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wewebaggit · 9 months
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Vecna/001/Henry/whoever tf loves him because He is just as anti-authority as him.
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