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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧:

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ. ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴜꜱʜʏ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ɢᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇ. ʏᴇᴀʜ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ.

𝟎𝟎𝟏/𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥:

ʜᴇɴʀʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴜɴʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏʏ. ʜᴇɴʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. ʜᴇɴʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɴᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀʀ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧:

ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴜʀɢᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴀꜱʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴇᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏꜱ.

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬:

ᴡɪʟʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ, ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡɪʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪᴄᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴏᴜᴛʙᴜʀꜱᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ.

𝐃𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯/𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨:

ᴅᴍɪᴛʀɪ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ

ᴇɴᴢᴏ ɪꜱ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴜʀɢᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴜʀɢᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏɴ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ. ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏʀ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘ ꜱᴛᴏᴄᴋʜᴏʟᴍ ꜱʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʟɪɴᴇ.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯:

ʙɪʟʟʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ, ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙɪʟʟʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀʏꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍꜱ, ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪ��ʟ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ 9/10 ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ꜱᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ' ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ

ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴇɴʏ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴅɢᴀᴍᴇ. ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫:

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ' ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɪᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʀᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀɴ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇʟʏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

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Can we get some general headcanons for 001 or Peter??

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ⸺ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧

˚ ✩ 🦕 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧀

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!!

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! <𝟯

𝟬𝟬𝟭’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌, & 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛

this must be a dream, right?

through the blue haze of the security system, there you sit with the children in the laboratory, just as effervescent as you were when henry first met you

he places his hands against the screen as if by some miracle he could reach into the static and touch you, as he has yearned so long for

is this some sick joke?

his shocked gasps morph into hushed sobs, of either relief, fury, or bliss, he can’t tell

his mind must be playing tricks on him, henry concludes, after so many desolate years of his life, the cruel universe wouldn’t dare bless him with such a gift… right?

but, no… it’s real

you, the only thing on earth he could ever call his home, are alive

all of the memories — once so faded and distant that he mistook them for dreams — were real

a smile forms upon his lips, the first glimmer of happiness he has felt in years since your departure

he remembers the faint echo of ella fitzgerald and frank sinatra from the kitchen as you and he would frolic on the playground till dusk

picking at the callouses on his palms, your sugar-sweet smile beneath the summer sunlight, forming kinships with the infestation of black widows in the attic

oh, what this poor, sad man would give to relish in the brilliance of being at your side, even just once more

henry has always been alone, but you… you also were alone; you were different, just like him

through everything and everyone, you were the only one who understood; you were the only one who saw him for him

but all it took for the heartless world to take his kindred spirit away was the cruelty his family treated you with

the young boy was sent into a murderous rage after his mother scolded you for walking in her house with muddy boots, when his father made him come inside for dinner whilst you and henry were on the swings, and when his sister yanked your hair for touching her toys

he was merely a child and assumed he was doing right by you as his father was blamed for his sons actions

it was right to make the two girls ascend into the air before him, bones crunching like twigs and eyes pulling themselves back into their sockets

however, he is quick to realize how his fruitless attempt to have eternity with you was futile after he wakes in a room full of white with ‘001’ inked on his wrist

and as the years went by, he still looks into every nook and cranny within the laboratory, with some desperate hope that you’ll be there to congratulate him on his record win

hide and seek always was your favorite game, after all

he’s drawn portraits to spark familiarity in anyone who has the pleasure of meeting you; he’s written letters papa promised to mail to you, his wild heart betraying him of any sleep while he waits anxiously for your reply

the only form of communication henry has ever expressed with anyone is questions of your whereabouts, where he is met with a monotone “soon…” much to his dismay

years feel like minutes as they run right by him, still, you’re not here

however, well into his teenage years, there’s a flicker of hope

papa expresses how he has received information about your whereabouts and wellbeing

henry’s eyes beam with exhilaration as he anticipates for you both to reunite after so long, but the pitiful look in papa’s eyes robs him of that pleasure

“unfortunately, y/f/n y/l/n passed away just a few nights ago. i’m terribly sorry for your loss, one, but this mustn’t affect the progress of our lessons-“

that faux-sympathetic tone of his faded into white noise, a sharp wail reverberating within the grim cell

the anguished screams of henry could be heard all throughout hawkins laboratory, and after the guards shove a syringe into his neck and put the poor boy to sleep, he was never the same again

he wasn’t there — he’s just a walking carcass who is waiting seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years for this pain to end

the world is now dead, desolate; everything exists in a permanent hue of greyscale

and there is nothing he could do about it

but, now he is in adulthood with still an empty heart but a wiser head and as he stares upon your features through the cctv, his blood runs cold

it was all a lie

and the rush of fury that raced through him was terrifying

henry grasps hold of the glass shards left on the ground after he had taken his anger out on the one-way mirror, then carves out the soteria that had been keeping him compliant

and this roar of enragement that had been awakened within him was taken out on any being in sight and soon, the bodies of all those innocent and sinful now lay wrangled

there is no flicker of guilt within henry, only the pure anger and anticipation to be with you, once again

just get through this hurricane, then you’ll find the sun

he is a monster, the way he saunters through hawkin's laboratory, drenched head-to-toe in blood, but he is unabashedly desperate with his face beat red and drenched in sweat

there is not a single soul left alive and now, there is only one thing to do that henry has been itching to do for years… 

find you…

after the death of your childhood bff, you went into a fit of depression that lasted years

the prying detectives, the nosy paranormal investigators, the intrusive media who chanted about how the devil had sunk his claws into the small town of hawkins

you knew that the hearsay of satan’s arrival was all some phony attempt to gain publicity and to strike fear into citizens

furthermore, from the day the tragedy took place, you knew deep in your heart that victor, the sweet man you had viewed as a close relative, wasn’t capable of such heinous actions

you’ve spent nights tossing and turning trying to solve the puzzle of the creel murders, but none of your efforts were ever brought to fruition

day by day, life became brighter for you and you learned to move on from the teaumatic period without having an answer to what exactly happened that night

you even bought the victorian beauty of the creel house for yourself, and fortunately for you, the demonic possession of satan and three murders made the estate dirt cheap

with extra love and care, you turned the once tragic and grimy residence into your humble abode

a lush attempt to turn the most agonizing fraction of your life into something good, something alive

and here you are now, living your best life with your pet tarantula and a master's degree in child counseling, all with a happy heart and a healed mind

but unfortunately, just when you thought you kept your life clear of any creel-related recollections, a certain boy you were well acquainted with long ago didn’t stray far

beneath the late night moon, henry watches you prepare dinner for yourself through the stained window of the kitchen

he stares, his eyes blown wide with a concoction of solace and irrepressible excitement glistening within

then, with a swift click of his head, the front door opens with a shrill whine as music escapes the walls of your home and into the twilight air

you sing along to the tune, and his heart dances to the sound

henry admires the decorations adorned everywhere and how you made his childhood home so very you

he strides at a measured pace into the kitchen, and once you enter his train of vision, he feels his heart collapse in his chest

although it truly does feel like it is, finally, this is not a dream

there you are, the only good thing this disgusting, vile world had to offer standing right before him

you’re oblivious to the uninvited guest lurking behind you as you continue to hum and dance 

the radio begins to grumble, the once angelic tune of blue moon morphs into a deafening screech, then returns to the harmonious sounds of dean martin

you turn to look at the sudden alter in melody on the radio, only to lock eyes with a figure coated with blood, who stood beneath the threshold of the kitchen

the plate in your hand falls to the ground and shatters while you stare at the intruder in utter bewilderment

“y-you’re alive,” henry whispers in disbelief, “you’re actually here…”

“who-who are you? what do you want!?” you shriek, and though it went unnoticed by you, his eyes glistened with sorrow

you don’t remember him

before you could ponder over what this stranger meant by his words, you made a dash to the door in a frantic hysteria, only to watch as it slams shut before your very eyes

you don’t even have a flicker of a second to process how the door magically shut by itself when you feel your feet begin to ascend from the floor

you’re paralyzed from head to feet, floating in the air

a sharp cry escapes your throat as your body is thrust backward, to where you land firmly in the embrace of the trespasser

his arms are locked tight around your form and he buries his face into your neck, deeply inhaling your musk and exhaling with a quiet, shaky moan

he was so close to you, so overwhelmingly, suffocatingly close to you

goosebumps bloom across your body from utter disgust as you attempt to wrangle your way out of the stranger's grip, but it has been so, so long, and this man wasn’t going to let you slip away ever again

there is no inch of your skin left untouched, his lips grazing against your neck as he whispers softly to you as one would to a child

“it’s been far too long since we’ve last spoken, y/n/n…” his breath is hot against your neck, “but i’m here now, and i’ll save you…”

a tear falls as the revelation settles, “oh my god… henry…”

he let’s out a hum of laughter and a heartfelt smile is quick to form against his lips as he sways you back and forth to the melodies still resonating from the radio

although you never thought you’d ever say it, you wish that the sweet boy you adored from a young age had died alongside his family

but that wasn’t what fate had in store for you

and now you’re stuck with cold dinner and a lovesick demon who can’t keep his paws off of you.

[berry-loves-yandere]

can you please do one with Stranger Things hc with an sweet autistic darling, like how do they handle certain situations and also when their darling have a huge meltdown

love ur fics btw❤

Sure!

(Nancy will not be included on this list because she already has a separate headcanon bit for this)

Yandere Stranger things with a sweet autistic darling:

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven (Jane) Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver, Gareth Emerson, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001

Warnings: Manipulation, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, violence, unhealthy mindset, Billy and 001 are assholes (just ike in canon) DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Mike Wheeler:

He'd definitely try his best to understand why his darling does certain things.

Or why they can't stand certain smells, fabrics, etc.

If his darling has very bad sensory issues, he'll do his best to make sure they're always comfortable since they're always sweet to him.

If his darling is having a meltdown in private, he's doing his best to comfort them and make sure they're okay but in public?

He'd pretend he didn't know his darling his he doesn't want to be embarrassed by them.

He'd apologize afterwards but he's not at all sorry.

Will Byers:

This man is so attentive and caring when it comes to his darling.

If they have sensory issues, specifically with a certain fabric?

He'd replace all his clothes that are made of that fabric to one that his darling likes.

If his darling is having a meltdown he'd immediately try to help sooth them, it doesn't matter if it's in public or private.

Eleven (Jane) Hopper:

She's in the same boat as her darling, they'd both be trying to help each in every situation, especially meltdowns.

Lucas Sinclair:

Lucas would very nice and helpful but because of the basketball team and his popularity on the line, he may not always help his darling when they're having a public meltdown.

Would always help in private tho.

Eventually wouldn't care about popularity just to be there for his darling.

Max Mayfield:

She was very kind and helpful with Eleven, so I assume she'd be the same with her darling.

With sensory issues she'd try her best to make her darling comfortable but there's only so much she can do.

When her darling has a meltdown, Max would sooth and coax her darling into being calm again.

Steve Harrington:

Is extremely careful, basically walking on eggshells around his darling, especially if they have very bad sensory issues.

When his darling has meltdowns, he does his best to calm them down.

Jonathan Byers:

He'd do basically the same thing as Will, except he'd also buy his darling anything they have a hyper fixation with.

Billy Hargrove:

Honestly, he'd call his darling all kinds of slurs.

Would only hug them when he's wearing fabric that his darling can't stand.

When his darling has a meltdown, he'd yell at them to stop crying or laugh at them.

Robin Buckley:

She's also autistic, so they'd both be helping each other out.

Eddie Munson:

Eddie would treat his darling like how he treats everyone else.

This can be good and bad but it's more neutral than anything.

No special accommodations but no judgement either.

Chrissy Cunningham:

The biggest sweetheart who would undoubtedly help in every way she can.

Always wants her darling to be happy and not uncomfortable.

Jason Carver:

Very gentle and sweet, threatens anyone who makes fun of his darling.

When his darling has a meltdown, he'd carefully sooth them.

If anyone mocks his darling's breakdown(s), they'd instantly get a punch to the nose.

Boy or girl, it's doesn't matter to him, he just wants his darling to be as happy as possible.

He'd also buy them absolutely anything he could that his darling is hyper fixated on.

Gareth Emerson:

Super sweet, probably has some sensory issues of his own, so he knows how to deal with them and help his darling with theirs.

When his darling has a meltdown, he'll try to distract them from what got them so upset then sooth them.

Jim Hopper:

He's already a very caring soul despite his 'tough guy' exterior but he'd be extra sweet to his darling.

Buys them anything that he could afford that his darling is hyper fixated on.

Tries his best to calm his darling during their meltdowns.

Joyce Byers:

Would treat her darling like anyone else but would be very caring during their breakdowns and help them with their sensory issues.

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001:

Finds his darling much easier to manipulate, especially when they're having a meltdown.

Doesn't care much for their sensory issues but pretends he does so his darling will think that he cares deeply about them.

Basically does not care.

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Sweet Dreams

yandere!001/Peter/vecna x fem!reader, and steve harrington x fem!reader.

summary: you once met Peter in the lab and fell in love, unaware of his obsession with you, now vecna, he’s not stopping until he has you.

warnings: manipulation, gore, yandere themes and behavior, implications of murder, obsession, possessiveness, dark themes, and Manipulation of dreams

Reader is Steve’s age so maybe 19-20. Peter’s older than reader but still in 20’s. Idrk if that makes sense but whatever. he’s aged down so not a huge age gap:)

part 2? I’ll do it if it’s requested. or I feel like doing it. again really depends.

again another long imagine so buckle up>/3

“Honey, promise me you’ll get some sleep tonight, your mother called. “I will, Mom, You tell her.

You usually called your mother before you went to bed. It had been a routine for quite some time and your roommate, Steve, was totally different.

You were very close to him and the party, especially Eleven. Both of you were in the lab together until you escaped not so long before El.

She was like a little sister to you. And you adored her. You helped her escape as promised. And so, you two were closer than ever.

Mike, being her boyfriend, (although personally you preferred him with Will), was jealous of you slightly. You ended the call with a groan. “Overbearing Mom again? Steve teased. “You know it, You reply.”She’s worried, of course. But too worried.”

“Doesn’t she have nightmares of her own? Steve asks, crossing his arms. "This shouldn’t be any different.”

“I guess, you shrug. "They're just intense sometimes.” Steve softly smiles. "they'll go away, y/n. I think it’s ironic. Max has been having intense nightmares too.”

“Pretty strange, You murmur.”Considering the murders and how the bodies were found. Do you think she’s next?”

“What about-“

You slammed the door behind you, wanting to get to Max as soon as possible. Despite being pretty late at night, You knew she’d still be up. In fact, she was sitting outside.

Her Mom probably wasn’t home. “Max, why are you outside? You ask. “Hey Y/n, She responds. "My Mom isn’t home and I can’t go to sleep. Not with those nightmares.”

“I get it. Lack of sleep due to intense nightmares, You agree.”Anyways, If you want, you can stay with me and Steve for the night.”

She smirked jokingly.”You two a thing now?” You laugh.”Nope. Just Roomates. You know Steve is still into Nancy.”

You haven’t used your powers in a while but with telepathy you were curious on what Max was thinking. Vecna could get into her thoughts easily if she was vulnerable.

Right now, She definitely was.

Max shivered, since it was cold. “I’ll stay with you tonight, max smiled.”thanks y/n.” “Of course, You grin.”anytime.”

She hopped into your car as you tried to make it warm before driving off. Her mother probably wouldn’t mind since according to Max, She worked a lot.

And left early in the morning most of the time.

Once you got to your place, Max seemed happier in a more stable place honestly. You saw it in her eyes. She used to be in a stable home, but her brother dying changed that.

"Hey Stevie, we got a guest, You smile. He smile."Hey Max." She says hello, you go to show her the guest room. You were relieved to choose a 3-bedroom place to stay in.

“Is she sleeping now? Steve asks. You nod. “You’d be a good Mom, He compliments. “Thanks, Yoi reply.”Kids sounds ncie. But not six like you want.”

He laughs.”Wouldn’t six kids be fun though?” You shrug.”I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Steve.” “Goodnight, He replies.

The only part about his dream of the six children and camping he didn’t tell you about was that you were there. Steve liked you for a while. He loved Nancy but he felt different with you, very much in love with you.

You closed the door to your bedroom and turned the lights off. You tried not to use your powers often, usually only when you needed to.

Since you were in pajamas already, You just went to sleep quickly. Expecting dreams, You got nightmares.

It had been years since you were in the lab, so why were you back? When you quickly looked at your appearance, you knew you were in a dream.

Or just a traumatic nightmare. “You’re back, a familiar voice said. And you turn to see him. Peter. How on Earth was he back? “I know you’re scared, he adds, coming closer to you, before he faded from view.

The next thing you saw was your old neighborhood. Mike and everyone else lived nearby and you still knew you were dreaming. Also, the world wasn’t the same in your dream.

When you saw Max’s house, you saw Billy’s car, which reminded you of horrible memories. But he was dead-? Wasn’t he?

“Y/n… the voice lingered, deep and inhumane was all you knew. It wasn’t recognizable at all.

“Y/n!”

The voice belonged to Steve, who rushed over to you. But he was bloody and slightly bruised. He just hugged you.

“Steve what happened to you? You ask, worriedly. When his eyes turned white, you knew it couldn’t be good. It couldn’t be him.

“Why can’t you accept my feelings for you, y/n? I love you so much.”

“What-“

You didn’t know about his love for you so it took you by surprise. Stepping back, you got even more scared. “Steve, I didn’t know… you try to explain.

He keeps coming closer to you. “Do you love me y/n? He asks. You didn’t have a response. Then you blurt,”I do love you Steve!”

Your dream ends there but you sit up panting. That dream was no coincidence or anything. Dreams couldn’t be like that, right?

Suddenly Steve burst through the door. “Y/n, I heard screaming what happened? He asked. You sigh. "Nightmare. This time you were in it.”

“Me?”

You nodded.”But it was awkward I guess. Anyways you look like you didn’t sleep.” He groans. "I didn’t. For some reason.” "What happened? you ask worriedly.

He sighs. "I died in my nightmare. By some creepy monster thing. I know i died because when his creepy hand covered my face, i woke up."

You frowned. "It was only a nightmare. I can't lose you, Steve." He blushed."I can't lose you either, Y/n." You smile, both of you leaned in when you both stopped.

"Did you hear that? He asks you. You nodded. "Should we check? I mean, nobody else is here right-" Suddenly, you swore you were knocked out because when you woke up, You were in the upside down once more.

"Steve? You whimpered, wondering further from the bedroom. You needed to find out what was going on. "He isn't here, A familiar voice spoke.

How come you recognized the voice? Then, it hit you. The voice belonged to 001, or Vecna. Bu wouldn't his voice be deeper if he were in his true form?

"I'm not using my real form, Y/N. I don't plan on scaring you unless i need to."

001 stepped forward, his white clothing drenched in blood. You were definitely scared. "Whose blood is on your clothes? You ask, softly. 001 chuckles. "Your lover's."

My lover? You thought, before realizing he meant Steve. "No! What did you do? You yell, before being held back by vines, while he comes closer.

There, you saw his body. Steve, his eyes now lifeless while being covered in blood, his blood. You held back tears before breaking down and crying.

"Why did you kill him? You sobbed, while Peter goes on your level, lifting your chin with his finger. "So i can have you, Vecna responds. "I did this for you, everything. You're not grateful?"

You scoffed. "You murdered Steve!" Looking smug, 001 replies, "For you. For us. He said some horrible things, lustful things." You frowned. "Steve isn't like that."

001 chuckled. "Well, Y/N, he has been keeping his lust from you." You shouldn't believe him, 001 was dishonest after all. However, knowing Steve's past, You kind of did believe 001.

You mumbled, "He would never." 001 chuckled. "You're so loyal to someone who only uses you for your body, Y/n. How foolish." Boldly, You snapped, "You don't know him like I do."

Peter laughed.”And you know him better? He just wants to fuck you. Steve hasn’t changed and I did you a favor. Now you’ll be mine.”

His grip on you was so strong, What choice did you have? If you refused, He’d kill more people you loved.

You sighed.”fine. But don’t hurt my loved ones anymore.” Peter replies,”I don’t plan to.”

[hopelesswritergall]

how about some yandere Peter mothatuckin Ballard?

The lab

Summary: A regular day for you and your slightly manipulative boyfriend. You are an orderly here.

A/N: Thank you so much! It was really fun to write and although it is a bit short i hope you like it. I'm still new to writing yandere and writing in general, so feedback is welcome. Reblogs appreciated. Should i use Peter Ballard or Henry Creel as his name for future fics?

Italics is just your thoughts.

The moment you stepped though the door, there was going to be no way back. Although, you did not know this yet. Thinking it would be just like a normal job. You were wrong on that. Never would you have imagined that you would look after kids with some kind of superpowers. You couldn't leave the lab for more than 15 minutes, just enough for some fresh air and to pick some flowers. These breaks led to your daily flower pick moments. No surpise then that this place led to your guys meeting each other.

"Have i seen you before?'' You looked up from the grass to see a young man standing there. Wow, he was handsome. "I don't think so, I have only arrived here a few days ago and just started to settle in." You answered. "Well allow me to introduce myself then, my name is Peter." He held out his hand. "Y/N." I took his hand and got up from the grass. "Very weird question Peter, but do you know what time it is? I asked. "Quarter past 12, why?" As his mind began to work he realized the break times. "Ah, you started at 12 I suppose?" "Mhm, now it was lovely to talk to you and I hope to you soon!" You quickly cleaned your outfit of all the grass and hurried back inside. Peter couldn't help but to smile at your antics.

"Eleven?" you called out while you entered the rainbow room. You didn't have to wait long for her to respond. Well not a verbal response but more a run into your legs at full speed response. "Wow, slow down. I'm not leaving" You joked as she slowly started to loosen her grip on you. You have only been here for a few days but you bonded so quickly with Eleven that it felt like you have known her your entire life. "What you want to do? Draw, chess or maybe the toy cars?" you asked her. "Draw please."She mumbled. "Well then off we go!"

This is how it went for a couple months. Wake up, watching over kids, break time with Peter, watching over kids, dinner, shower and go to sleep. Everything seemed normal to you. Not to Peter. Over the months he slowly started to fall for you, he felt the need to protect you. Like you were fragile, a doll. He watched out for you in multiple aspects. He helped you witch hiding flowers if you brought some for the children, he kept track of the time when you where out, he made sure you always had food if you were sick and he protected you if the other orderly people made some remarks towards you. You did not know the last point, but that was alright with him. He knew that you would appreciatie it. With the Soteria in his neck he couldn't use his powers but he still had his mind games and damn were they successful. Not only towards you but also towards everyone else. He was head over heels for you, maybe just a bit too much...

You started to notice his protective services when you noticed Mark( another orderly) started to keep his distance from you when you were both working in the same room. "Mark?"you called out. "Are you alright?" He quickly started nodding saying that nothing was wrong. You just found it peculiar, in the last week you've chatted a lot with him. Peter entered the room about 20 minutes later. "Mark, Brenner asked for you." He stared at Mark until he was gone. "You alright Y/N?" He asked as soon as he saw your eyes becoming a bit red. "Not really, Mark has been avoiding our conversations today. "Strange, i'll talk to him Y/N don't worry." He said while holding you to his chest so you could relax. Head on his shoulder you didn't see the glimmer in his eyes when he said talk to him. If you had noticed maybe Mark wouldn't have died due to unknown reasons.

[yanderestarangel]

HEADCANONS JKK | STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO

TW: ftm reader, praise, degradation, oc nanami (I think), manipulation, step!incest, sub!reader, dom!nanami, recorded!sex, threats, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, forced feminization, use of lingerie, degradation, dark!smut, breeding, creampie, daddykink.

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STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who started dating your mother because it was convenient for him to have company, he didn't really love her, but he was already forty years old and needed meaning in life. But he didn't expect that he would meet the new obsession of his life in an unconventional way... You, the son of his future wife.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who was astonished by your beauty and beauty, he asked your mother everything about you ─ what college you went to, what you liked or didn't like and even more intrusive details, in this case if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Your mother answered some questions and he diverted her focus by saying "They were questions to try to be a good enough stepfather." You on the other hand didn't like his intrusion into your life and home... He noticed that and soon thought of a way to try to turn things around in his favor.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who knew you didn't like the idea, initially your instinct said internally that there was something wrong there, but you couldn't get in the way of your mother's happiness, and he would use everything to his advantage. He started complaining to your mother that you didn't accept him as a father figure, making your mother give you an hour-long lecture talking about how his co-worker and now boyfriend was good to you and tried to be your father even if you didn't let him. Kento smirked when he saw your angry face, he knew that now you would have to let your guard down with him and finally he could act according to his initial plan.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who deliberately goes shirtless and has sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips every morning in the kitchen. He smiles at you while the blonde hair falls on his face and the purple circles under his eyes and the woody perfume that leaves his skin, a happy path of hair would shyly follow to his crotch, giving an extra touch to his muscular appearance, especially the thick veins that they continued from his arms to his biceps. He would smirk at you as he would ask you if you slept well and if you were hungry ─ he would still see the reluctance in your eyes and would approach you, kissing the back of your hand lightly. "I'm not your enemy pretty boy... I just want to be the best for you, you know that right?" The blonde man's voice was husky and seductive, like a balm, as if he was bringing you into a tempting trap.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who makes you feel sorry for him, manipulating you, saying that your mother didn't pay as much attention to him as she did at the beginning of the relationship and how he needed to work extra hard to make up for your household bills, saying that you were the only person who still paid for him staying in that house and putting up with your mother... ( Which was a lie, Nanami did everything he lied that your mother did, he ignored her and preferred to spend his money to buy you gifts or even buy you a car go to your college. ) he would look at you with his brown eyes eyes and place a hand on your thigh. "You'll never leave my side... Right my dear son?"

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who gradually manipulates you into staying on his side every time your mother fights with him. Saying that you can't sleep in his room because she doesn't want him there and asking if he can sleep on the floor in your room ── mentally he will be praying for you to accept that he stays in the room and offer your bed to him. If you do the second option, the blonde's heartbeat will accelerate to the point where you can hear the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't sleep that night, controlling himself as much as possible not to touch you and make you his even in your sleepy state. Nonetheless Kento couldn't, he wanted you to want him equally as he wanted you.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who encouraged your mother to accept the company promotion and go traveling with her bosses for days to be alone with you. He calculated exactly when she was going to leave and called the company to say that he was sick and couldn't make it, returning home to be with his sweet stepson and finally putting his final plan into practice. Make you his little toy.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who waits for you to arrive from your appointment while happily cooking a meal for you; He saw you notice his effort and place an innocent kiss on his face. As he resumed preparing the dinner, his fingers trembled slightly over the stove. He couldn't help but think about how your kiss felt on his cheek, the warmth and tenderness that radiated through him. His mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining the future they could have together. He didn't just want to be your father figure, but your lover, to adore every inch of your body just for him.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who listened intently to you and your day out at college, with his eyes always trying to find yours. "That's wonderful, darling," he praised, his voice velvety smooth. "You truly are such a good boy, always taking your responsibilities seriously." He came closer, running his thumb over your lower lip and feeling like it was the perfect opportunity ─ Then Nanami couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath the table. His tongue probed your mouth eagerly, tasting the sweet essence of your youth. "I want you so badly, lad." he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."

♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who soon made you submit to him with dominance and words of affection, bending you over the table and sticking his thick, veiny hand into your underwear ─ finding your clit easily and applying the necessary pressure to make you moan and whimper beautifully. "Such a good boy, submitting to your stepfather," Nanami purred, his fingers expertly stroking your clit through the fabric of your underpants. He savored the way you responded to him, your moans filling the room like music to his ears. He slipped his finger into your damp entrance, coating it with your arousal before pulling away. "Is that what you want, my prince? To be touched by me? To be owned by me?" He asked, his voice husky with lust. "Tell me, and I promise to give you everything your heart desires." With a satisfied hum, he stood up abruptly, all traces of gentleness gone. Kento had finally trapped you in his trap, and you fell like a needy bunny.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to wear expensive lingerie that he bought for you. The silk and lace fabric was short and hugged your curves, practically not even covering your breasts ─ your cunt wet your panties while you saw your stepfather's hands wander to your cell phone and press the record button, starting the perverse and forbidden little show of you two. "You're so eager for me, aren't you, my pretty little boy... You're such a slut for me." He circled around you, the camera capturing every angle of your shapely body adorned in the delicate lingerie. His fingers trailed along the lace, teasingly grazing your sensitive skin. "Spread your legs wider, boy," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see that wet pussy of yours, ready and waiting for me."

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who saw you obediently followed his instructions, your arousal evident through the soaked fabric of your panties, Nanami couldn't resist a chuckle. "Look at you, my dumb, pretty boy..." He mocked as he pinched one of your nipples behind the thin silk fabric of your bra, making you moan like you were in heat. "Now, keep being a good boy and suck daddy's cock, can you do it right?"

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to suck his cock, pulling your hair while you felt the tip of his dick massage your soft cheeks. His camera clicked steadily, capturing your submission, sealing your fate as his willing pawn. Though he had no intention of betraying you, the threat hung heavy in the air, a tool to keep you obedient and submissive. "You know what happens if you disobey, don't you?" He warned softly, thrusting into your mouth rhythmically. "Your mother will see exactly what her little boy has become." Nanami threatened between moans, as he took his dick out of your oral cavity and slammed the hard shaft into your warm and wet tongue.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who dragged your panties to the side and rubbed the hot tip of his fat cock across your swollen clit, seeing the quivering mess you were. Slowly, methodically, he began to pump into you, your moans filling the room like a symphony of surrender. Each thrust drove him further into your core, claiming you as his own possession. "Such a good boy, taking it like a whore for his stepfather.... Beg for more, prince," He commanded, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Beg for my release, for the chance to carry my child, You want daddy to make you daddy too, don't you? You're going to be a beautiful father baby boy...Carrying my children around like the beautiful man you are." His fingers would find your clit, rubbing it in firm circles, intensifying your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, filling the room without caring if the neighbors would hear or not. "That's it, my sweet boy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing so well, taking me so obediently."

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who fills you to the brim with his hot, thick seed, the tip of his cock rhythmically hitting your sweet spot even as you tremble and feel completely filled by him. He takes his cock out of your sensitive hole while sticking three fingers inside, He would soon look into your eyes and smile. "You're going to be a daddy's boy and save all my seed right?" With a quick pat on your head, he turned off the camera and pocketed his phone. "Good boy," he muttered, already planning the next encounter. "Don't disappoint me." Though the threat still loomed, it was clear that Nanami found satisfaction in his domination. After all, what better way to ensnare someone than through their deepest desires? And you, dear boy, were caught in his web.

𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 🍰

[floatyflowers]

Yandere Husband! 001 (Vecna) x Reader

You are the biological daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner.

You don't have any powers, yet you help around the lab.

All the children love you and consider you their older sister, not just because you are Dr Martin Brenner's daughter, but also because you are kind to them.

You are sometimes even able to convince your father to take it easy on them.

That's what attracted 001 to you, he didn't feel like you are faking it.

That's your true nature, not like his parents, who were according to him, just faking it.

But, you are truly a sweet person.

He would watch you in secret sing every child to sleep with your gentle voice, which made him jealous.

He wanted you to only belong to him.

So, 001 didn't waste any time on using his manipulative skills to make you fall in love with him.

You didn't see his true evil intentions, you only saw him as a handsome gentleman who cares for the children as you do.

Adding to that, you never had the chance to have any boyfriend.

Which made it easy for 001 to convince you to marry him in secret.

"What if Papa finds out about this?"

"Don't worry, he won't"

You two at the time just said the vows and considered yourself husband and wife.

Of course, your meetings would get more difficult with time.

Which made 001 think of a way to escape this place, and take you with him.

But, he also wished to get rid of everyone.

And the answer was Eleven.

However, things turned out bad when you saw him murder the children except for Eleven.

001 tried to convince you that you, him and Eleven could run away together, and become a family.

But, that only made you and Jane feel betrayed.

You felt betrayed that he has been hiding the fact that he is Henry Creel the boy who murdered his sister and mother.

There's no way, you, him, and El could become a family.

Jane then used her powers on 001 in fear that he might hurt you.

She killed him.

Or did she?

As 001, now Vecna, won't stop at anything until he gets you back.

Whole work: ao3

[usetheeauthor]

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street +18 (Request)

Dom!Vecna x Dark!Virgin!Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey this is a request I took from a friend who loves the idea of Vecna as I do so I decided to write this. I made Vecna a kind of hybrid of Peter and Vecna so that it’s still has that monsterfucking aspect along with some human properties as i do not know Vecna’s full anatomy (also i just love jaime’s face)☺️ This will be like a diary entries of an anthropologist who slowly descends into a path of darkness.The diary will be first person but after it’ll be second point of view. Also I use the words “vines” and “tentacles interchangeably. Part 2

Summary: Banished to the world that has now became “The Upside Down”, Peter/Vecna marks his first victim an anthropologist with morbid curiosity. But when she shares his same philosophy, he finds himself wanting her by his side.

Word Count: 2.9k+

Warnings: mention of murder(s), morally ambiguous reader, loss of virginity, blood kink, use of tentacles (sexual), anal sex, choking, pain kink, spanking, vaginal penetration, corruption kink, spit as lube, degradation kink, doggystyle, drooling, tummy bulge, breeding kink, creampie, uses of names like “sir”, “master”, “king”, cum eating

June 16, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’ve seen him again today. Vecna. That’s what I call the monster that haunts my dreams. I’d accidentally fallen asleep from exhaustion for a split second and next thing I knew I was back in his lair. Whenever I’d close my eyes, he’d be behind them. Waiting. I’ve fought to stay awake ever since. He’s threatened to show me my “true nature” or so he puts it. Somehow knowing my true self scares me. I know I’m not like other my age. I’ve always had a fascination for things that are strange which only increased the moment I saw him.

Vecna looks pained. Like someone’s hurt him in the past. I found myself wanting to know who could have hurt monster like him. Yet from what I understood he was once man. A man who had his on motivations and his own ideals that were slowly ripped from him and banished from human society. Now he was a former shell of himself. Part man, part other worldly being seeking revenge and power. It’s like I could feel his every emotion. Like I know his story. I dare say that I sympathize with the entity.

June 20, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’d managed to close my eyes again. I don’t fear being dragged into his reality. I’ve embrace it. I’m still alive. I assume there must be some reason why he wants me alive. Maybe I could find him. Any chance I’d get to be in his world, I would commit every detail of the strange dimension, The Upside Down, to memory. I’d draw the details and displayed them on my wall. I’d stay up late nights going down a rabbit hole researching and looking into random experiments done in Hawkins hoping it’d mean I’d find him soon. I think he’s finally taken ahold of my mind. I welcome him.

June 30, 1983

Dear Diary,

Strange things are frequently happening in Hawkins. Murders, people disappearing, sightings of cryptid creatures. I know it’s him. He’s getting powerful. I could feel him getting powerful. It…excited me. I’ve never been so interested in learning about a person’s life the way I do now. To think that a human could be so powerful? Would be considered human at all since he’d been born with these gifts? I’d like to think that he could feel me, too. That he understood my devotion to him. That I’d only ran away and kept myself from sleeping because I was scared to know who I really am. But he’s shown me that gradually over time.

None of the research I’ve done in university could ever match what his existence. I want to know him now more than anything.

July 1, 1983

There it was in front of you. A gate to The Upside Down beckoning you to enter. It’s a hidden hole in a tree surrounded by a wet sac. You enter not even thinking of the consequences. This will be the first time you’ll get to see him physically so consequences be damned. You break through the slimy barrier. The cold wetness of the unidentifiable substance coating you and your scantily clad red dress.

Once you made it through, an immediate chill goes down your spine. You know he’s close. You explore the grounds, taking note of every sight. It looked just like your worlds except dark. You speculated that through this shadow world this was how he accessed his victims.

You walked through the streets searching for the street where your home lies. Not surprisingly, your home was in fact there. You walked through the doors. The atmosphere eerily still. Looking around, it’s like nothing changed. You notice a light under the door frame of your room upstairs. It grew bright. Tiptoeing up the steps, the floorboards creek underneath your bare feet. Your heart racing.

Once you’ve reached the room, you lower yourself down attempting to look under the door frame. No movement, just blinding light. You stand up, grip the knob, take a breath, and then slowly turn it. The light flickers as you walk through the room.

You notice your diary rested on your bed. You pick it up, flipping through it’s pages. It’s all of the entries you’ve written since the beginning of his mark on you. It’s practically duplicate.

Suddenly, the air shifts and you were sure you were alone anymore. Wet, heavy footsteps thumped against the floorboards. You don’t dare to turn to look. Even as the slick appendage wrapped around your neck, you remained still. You hear his rumbling growl.

“Y/N.” He says, turning you slowly to look at him. His voice, an overlay of a growling beast mix with a hint of his original innocent voice. His facial features part man, part creature. You could tell he was handsome with enticing lips and bright blue eyes. The other part of him was of this strange world. Dark, wrinkled wet skin almost reptilian and flesh in texture. He donned white clothes that had been torn and darkenedfrom what appeared to look as if he were struck by lightning. Several tentacles extended out and around him like extra limbs. Both sides of him were gorgeous and you could feel yourself weak at the knees at this discovery.

“My king.” You moaned.

He looked as if he was psychoanalyzing you in his head, trying to pick you apart. Were you here to serve him? The answer was yes. You were his to use. You spent years wanting to figure out the nuances of humanity and once you realized it, it only made you want to seek something new. Exciting. Morally corrupt. He was exactly who you needed.

“King?” He questions with a head tilt, releasing his grip from your neck.

You take this as an opportunity to show your worth to him. You fall to your knees, bowing your head and hands flat on the ground. You look up at him with admiration. “I understand. I know what you feel and how you think. For years, I’ve studied humanity. I’ve seen the things we’re all capable of. We are not perfect. We are destructive, cruel, irredeemable. That is why I give myself to you and will hang on every word you say. I want you to teach me to be in your light. To serve by your side and fulfill your every wish. I want to be perfect for you. Please claim my body as yours to use however you like.”

He takes a step closer to you, tilting your chin up with an elongated finger. “Such a needy little thing you are. Typical of you humans. Always wanting regardless of if it’s bad for you,” He pulls his cock from his confines. It’s hard and the tip leaking precum. It was large in length smooth, slimy, reptilian skin but appeared like the average male anatomy. “Go on. Show me how you’ll serve me.”

You take his harden member in your hand taking in its beauty. You’d never seen a man like him. You settled with the idea that he would be the one to take you precious flower. He was worthy of corrupting the purity you’ve tried to maintain.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, sucking hard. You earn a grunt from him. This makes you want to hear more. Lowering your mouth down to the base, you swallow around him. He looks so beautiful above you, watching you take his down your fragile throat. He couldn’t wait to rip you apart on his dick and show you how to be taken and trained properly.

A tentacle slithers between your legs. You spread them wider wanting to show your submission to him. He just under your panties. You could feel the slimy suction of the feeler caressing the inside of your thigh. It light goosebumps against your skin at its texture. You gag around him, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Mm, you’re so greedy for me. I’m sure you wouldn’t care that I’ve killed before. Your life could be in danger right now and yet you still lust for cock. You’re such a greedy, fucking whore.” He slaps a tendril-like limb against your ass hard, the wetness causing the contact to sting even more. You choke against him.

The limb between your leg teases your clothed pussy before pushing the soft cotton of your underwear to the side. He flicks your clit back and forth, the suctions on the vine catching it over and over.

Your eyes roll back. “Thank you, sir.” You mewled, stroking his cock while you moaned out and ground against the thick appendage.

He pulls you by your hair and yanks your mouth back onto him. “Did I tell you to stop? Now I’m going to rut into your throat until it’s raw.” Wrapping two tentacles around your hair like pigtails, he drives your mouth down his length over and over. You’re forced to continue to breathe through your nose. His hips moving into your mouth so rough you could feel him in your esophagus. The limb playing with your clit rubbing harder against you. It was borderline painful.

“Look at how wet you are,” He pulls himself from between your legs even with the wet texture of his skin, you can evidently see your creamy slick against the dark blue tendril. “You enjoy being treated so poorly. I can let all my frustrations on you and you’d take it.” He pulls your mouth off him by your hair. Groaning when he sees the lines of saliva connecting his cock to your tongue, break off and drip down you chin and chest.

“Yes, master. I love to be used and ruined by you.” You say with a gasp. He shoves himself down your throat once again while thrusting the vine inside you. You cry out. You hadn’t expected penetration so suddenly. He was just at the barrier if he thrusted further you’d officially be his.

“Sit.” He commands you.

You adjust yourself, shifting at the knee so that you could take him deeper. You’re mouth yanking away from his cock once more. The barrier is finally broken and you stutter out a groan. “F-fuck!”

He maneuvers in and out of your quivering pussy, groaning at its tightness. You look down between your legs watching the extender inside you. There was blood trickling down your thighs. He was fascinated by the sight, pulling himself out of you and tasting the salty, warm liquid. His eyes glimmer with a newfound interest.

He tears off your dress and panties from you in one swift tug, your body completely bare. You instinctively cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but notice how innocent you looked under him. Like a little lamb put up for the slaughter. But you had offered yourself to him. You asked for this. So how innocent were you really?

He rips your hands away. “Do not hide yourself, little one. You belong to me.” His vine coils around your neck lifting you off your feet and slamming you against the bed. You were like a rag doll in his grasp, biting your lip at the feeling of being manhandled. You’re flipped over, forced on your hands and knees. You can hear him fumbling with his clothes. You peep over your shoulder to witness his full body which also bore resemblance of that of man and creature.

“You’re so beautiful, master. I can’t wait to have you against.” You moaned, rolling your hips in anticipation.

He smacks your ass once again then entwining an extended limb around your waist and pulling you against him. He plunges himself deep into your walls, bottoming out in one swift move. You wail, gripping the sheets in front of you. He forces your face down into the mattress while your ass remained high in the air. It was angled just in the right position for him to pummel into your wetness over and over. His grunts above you mixing in with your whines.

“So fucking tight. I’ll ruin this cunt so that no other man can have you.” He growls, smacking your ass once more. You can feel the extenders slithering all over your body caressing every part of your skin and tweaking your nipples. The suctions on them lighting goosebumps against your skin. He spits at your puckered hole rubbing a thumb at the entrance then you recognize the familiar slimy, wiggling of the tentacle penetrating your anal cavity.

He thrusts in and out of it in time with his hardness driving into your pussy. You rise up on all fours again, your tongue sticking out, panting and drooling at the pressure of being filled in both holes. “Holy fuck! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.”

He mercilessly pounds into you, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flushed against his chest. “This is your role now. You are to take everything I give you. Everything. You’ll serve as my queen. Never to question me. Do you understand?” He whispered into your ear. He sounded so fucking sexy. His voice strained from the moans he held back so that he could speak his commands explicitly.

“Yes, master. Yes, my king. I will take it all.” I throw it back against his cock and the tentacle. They stretched both holes with a mix of pain and pleasure. You want to prove to him you can handle it with ease.

“You’re such a fucking whore. You’ve come here searching for trouble. You beg for me to take you. Then you sacrifice your whole life up there just for a taste of my cock. You’re despicable.” He smacks your ass.

“I’m filthy, sir. A fucking degenerate. I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to mold my whole world into your liking.” He pounds harder and it’s as if he’s got even more inches of himself to give to you.

You can feel him sloshing around inside, knocking at your insides and forming a bulge at your belly. You press it causing the two of you to hiss at the action. He swivels his hips making certain that he hits every square inch of you. His length nudges at the small, fleshy button inside you repeatedly. It felt as if he’d touched that part of you from both entrances, the tentacle flicking inside you back and forth.

Your drawn out groans are now, short gasps of air. “I’m gonna fucking cum. You’re so amazing, master!”

He rubs at your clit, the suctions pulling at your clit. You were beginning to feel delirious at this point. It was all so much and you knew that you’d finally lost any sense of sanity, you once had. A wave of bliss takes over you and you can feel yourself gushing, the evidence of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and his cock.

“Mmm,” He moans, witnessing your creamy slick and blood make a mess of your lower bodies. He pumps sloppy, long strokes into your pussy. “Would you like to be filled to the brim, hmm? Make you drip with my cum.”

“Please fuck your babies into me. I wanna be round and full and take all of it inside. I don’t want to waste a single drop,” You fucked back against him faster, ruining his pace. You were set on him cumming in you and you could feel another orgasm beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Hurt me, master. Just the way you like. I know it’s what you need to cum. I’ve studied you. All so that I know how to please you. Please hurt me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He knew you could take the pain. His thrusts returned to the same force that crossed the line between pain and pleasure. He bites at your shoulder, choking you simultaneously. Your air supply had been cut off; you were getting dizzy. Your orgasm was approaching soon and you crawled at the tentacle that constricted your throat. He pounds into your sweet spot once again and a cry rips from his chest and you both tremble against one another. You both arrived at the same time. You felt as if you were dying the orgasm that shook through you so powerful, your wetness shot out like a sprinkler, wetting the bed.

His cum is hot as it paints your walls white inside you. He continues his thrusts to the point of overstimulation wanting to make sure his essence remained deep inside you. Vecna lets go of your body and you immediately collapse against the mattress. Your face down and ass still in the air as you heaved for air. He stares down at your quaking core which had been coated with a mixture of your blood and juices as well as his cum that began to seep out. He takes a finger gathering it and you turned your head to the side to face him, sticking your tongue out. He runs his finger back and forth against your tongue until you clasp a finger around it and sucked.

He removes his finger, patting and rubbing you on the head. You accept the warm embrace, nuzzles your head into his hand. “I knew you’d be the perfect queen. You understand.”

“Yes, my king. I’ve always known I was meant to serve you. I don’t care if you hurt others. You do it because you want you humanity to be better and recognize its deplorability.”

“You wouldn’t turn against me if I were to ask you to carry out an important mission?”

“No, sir,” You sit up, resting your butt on the bottoms of your feet. “I will do anything you say. I meant every word.”

“Then, there is someone whom I need you to bring to me?”

“Who?”

“Bring me the girl, Eleven. Alive.”

Tag: @stygianoir

[edb954]

Imagine you being Will’s and Jonathan’s Sister:

and Vecna/Henry/001 takes a liking towards you..:

SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE THIS!

Also your Jonathan’s twin!

[petersprincesss]

A Gentle Reminder

You know the drill, I’m back again :)

This was requested by @harlanfalcon on my One Shots of Peter Ballard Post. You can find it and make a request here, or just send me a message :)

All requests will be written, just give me time! I currently have three requests in the queue, as well as chapter two of Liar coming up.

Okay, let's get to it!

Summary: Your boyfriend Peter just wants to remind you that you’re his

Rating: PG-13 maybe?

Tags: kissing, choking, hickeys, possessive behavior

AN: I’m embarrassed to admit that I wasn’t super familiar with the concept of “Yandere,” so with my understanding of it, I had a hard time not turning it into smut or angst lol. Hopefully this is fluffy enough!

Proof reading is for dorks :)

The dimly lit solitude of your own living quarters in the lab brought you such comfort. What a pleasure it was to have a space of your own, separated from the children you looked after and the other orderlies you worked with.

Standing in front of your bathroom sink, you turned off the faucet and reached for a crisp white hand towel. A dark figure standing just outside your doorframe caught your eye, causing your heart to skip a beat before the figure stepped forward into the cool-toned light.

“Jesus, Peter,” you breathed, placing a hand to your chest to comfort you. You closed your eyes as a smile found your lips.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” Peter remarked. His body slid up to yours, his arms slithering around your waist as he embraced you

“It’s okay, I just didn’t hear you come in,” you told him as your arms wrapped around him.

“That’s by design, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want you getting in trouble for having a male orderly in your room, would we?” Peter smiled down at you as if he was holding the world in his palm.

“I guess not,” you sighed, running your hands down his chest, resting them on either side of his neat white button-up.

“Have you seen Alec lately?” Peter asked, jealousy lacing his tone as he pulled your waist closer to his.

“Not today, I don’t think, why?” you inquired, your brow furrowing innocently. You knew Peter was very protective of you and monitored who you spoke with. He was just trying to keep you safe, keep you from misstepping and trusting someone you shouldn’t.

“It’s just that yesterday I saw you talking to him over lunch, and I was just curious about what was so interesting,” he stated quizzically.

“Oh, Peter,” you scoffed. You straightened his collar, your eyes avoiding his, “I promise you don’t need to be this paranoid, he was just making small talk.”

“Small talk? Since when does Alec make small talk with you?” Peter demanded. His eyes searched for yours, but you denied him the satisfaction.

“Hey, relax okay? He was just-”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” Peter commanded. He gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on him, “Do I need to remind him who you belong to?”

Something about that phrase turned your stomach over. Belong to. You were his possession, and he was not afraid to emphasize this point to you or anyone else.

“I don’t think you do,” you giggled amorously, your irises twinkling in his.

“Come on, it would be so wonderful to see his face when he realizes that you’re already taken.”

Peter held his hand in place as he brought his lips to your neck, planting delicate kisses on your exposed flesh. You sighed lustfully beneath his contact, your body already craving more of his touch.

“Easy, Peter. Your little love marks are getting harder to hide,” you moaned, conflicted on whether you actually wanted him to heed your warning.

Peter’s grasp sank down to your neck, his mouth trailing below it to your collarbone, nipping as your delicate skin.

“I don’t want you to hide them, love,” he whispered from his throat, “That would defeat the whole purpose.”

Your chest heaved, your lungs pushing your ribcage further into Peter. Sensing your excitement, Peter’s hand on your waist wandered lower, his slender fingers grappling at your hips.  

“Peter,” you demanded, your hands on his chest pushing him away, “not right now, okay? I’ll tell Alec to back off.”

His hand roamed down your neck, resting atop your sternum.

“Okay, have it your way, sweetheart,” Peter tutted, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips as his gaze traveled up and down your frame.

“Thank you,” you praised, your eyelids growing heavy with arousal, “I’ll see you at dinner, okay?”

A smirk pulled at the corners of Peter’s lips as he stared at you, his untamed beauty. He swiftly ignored your previous request and crashed his lips into yours, his hands cupping either side of your face as he stepped into you, guiding you backwards until your shoulder blades met the cool glazed tile of your bathroom wall.

He kissed you feverishly, as if he was severely dehydrated and your lips were the first drop of rain in a desert valley.

“God, I love you,” he breathed into your mouth, his admiration overflowing from his body into yours. His hands traced up and down your waist, anxiously looking for a spot to nestle that would satisfy his undying yearn for you.

“I love you too,” you proclaimed, breaking the kiss and resting your forehead against his, “Thank you for protecting me.”

“I always will,” he vowed, “until death do us part.”

[tatortotqueen]

"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧"

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞.

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐧."

"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝟎𝟏𝟐

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

"𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝-"

"𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫.𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝟎𝟏𝟐. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞���𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝒉��𝒎

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𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦; 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧.

"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧"

"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚"

"𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

"𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝"

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 "𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚"

𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝟎𝟏𝟐"

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝟏𝟐 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 "𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦".

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝- 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

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𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲.

𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨.

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰; 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐮𝐦.. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 "𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭" (𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 "𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞" 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

𝐀 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭"

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝

"𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠"

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝.

"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭" 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝, "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲"

"𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈- 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤," 𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒑, "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝"

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, "𝐍𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬," 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝, "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧."

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

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𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝟬𝟬𝟭.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . .  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

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Ok do you write for nonbinary readers? If so can you write the characters reacting to them coming out? But for Will they can be masc nonbinary and for Robin fem nonbinary

OFC!! <3

Yandere Stranger things react to their darling coming out at NB:

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven (Jane) Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver, Gareth Emerson, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, 001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard

warnings: transphobia

Mike Wheeler:

Mike would have zero clue what that was, so his darling would have to explain it to him.

He'd probably be supportive and won't tell anyone.

But he'd also be bursting at the seams with joy because you chose to tell him as your first person to come out to.

Will Byers:

He wouldn't judge you at all, he'd be pretty supportive and hope you're into guys at least so that way he has a shot with you.

Eleven (Jane) Hopper:

Poor baby would be so confused, she only learned who to properly speak a little while ago so you'd have to explain it in simple terms.

Like saying "I'm not a boy or a girl"

And she would probably be fine with it and not care at all.

Lucas Sinclair:

Very confused but would be like "Okay. Whatever makes you happy."

And like Mike, would be happy that you confided in him.

Max Mayfield:

Idgaf, I love you anyways.

Simple reaction.

Nancy Wheeler:

Nancy would probably already know what that was and be pretty supportive, you are her precious darling after all.

Steve Harrington:

This man barely understood what Robin meant during the bathroom scene, so you’d have to tell him more about it.

He’d probably be okay with it but still super confused.

Jonathan Byers:

His younger brother is gay and Jonathan knows it, so he’d be pretty okay with it and season 4 Jonathan would be too stoned to care.

Billy Hargrove:

This mf would call you so many fucking slurs.

Like he’s the most problematic piece of shit and he wouldn’t care that you’re his darling, he’d still call you slurs.

Robin Buckley:

 She’s a closeted lesbian, I don’t think it would matter to her but she’d be glad you confided in her.

Eddie Munson:

He’d probably call you a slur at first in a joking manner then apologize once he realizes you’re serious and on the verge of tears.

Chrissy Cunningham:

She’d make sure that no one knows unless you’re comfortable with that.

She’d only use gender neutral terms to compliment you.

Jason Carver:

He’d call you quite a few slurs before deciding to maybe tone it down since you are his cute little darling.

Gareth Emerson:

He’d be pretty chill with it and was glad you confided something like that with him since it takes a lot of bravery (which he admires).

Jim Hopper:

Doesn’t really care about LGBTQ+ stuff but would be fine with it.

Joyce Byers:

Super sweet, total trans ally.

Always making sure you're comfortable.

001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard:

“I really don’t care.”

He obsesses  loves you so it doesn’t matter to him, world domination and your heart however, are a completely different story.

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Run Away With Me

Yandere!Peter Ballard/001/Henry Creel x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Possessiveness, Manipulation, Yandere Themes, Forced Relationship, Slight Brainwashing, Forced Pregnancy, implications of violence and murder.

summary: you were peter’s prime obsession, unknowingly. when you get caught for finding information and punished, he snaps.

⚠️SPOILER WARNING⚠️

tbh this one of my longest imagines💀

also I accidentally posted this privately so yeah had to start over 😭

tags: @ioveremus

You had been in the lab for as long as you could remember. Papa had been the one to raise you and the lab was all you knew.

Besides Peter of course. He was your only real friend until 011 came along. She was so sweet but a lot of the others picked on her.

“Good morning, 004, Papa spoke. You despised calling him that but he forced you to, like everyone else.

You said nothing and instead stood there like an idiot, but you’d rather be silent than saying something.

He just nods and leads you to the Rainbow Room. You behaved very well but only out of fear.

You knew what Papa Would do if you didn’t behave. You didn’t even know your name, just 004.

You knew your age, though. 18 years of this hell. You wished you knew your birth parents but they probably were killed and you stolen.

Sitting at the table, You decided to draw. It was your talent. You were one of the older experiments and that was for sure.

“Good morning, Sleepyhead.”

Peter stood there with a smile that seemed forced, but either way one on his face. “Good morning, You reply.

You only ever chatted with him or 011. You loved children but the ones here were a product of trauma and seemed, emotionless.

And most were assholes anyways. They picked on the ones who they thought were weakest, one being 011. You were picked on Growing up in the lab, a lot.

“You seem lost in thoughts, 004, Peter told you.”Is something wrong?” You sighed.”No, not… nothing’s wrong.”

He didn’t seem to believe you though. There was something wrong. But, it wasn’t what he would probably assume.

“Something bothering you, 004. I know it.”

You were breathing heavily, deciding to at least tell him half-truth. You didn’t like lying to Peter but at the same time, He wouldn’t like you as much anymore.

Oh were you wrong.

“I, um… did something bad, You whisper. “What do you mean? He whispers back. It was easier than he expected to manipulate you.

He had been since his obsession was blossoming over the course of months. You were one of the older ones, not too much younger than him.

He also found it cute how naïve you were, It wasn’t worrying to him but he did want to protect you.

“I disobeyed Papa, you whisper back.”I mean… I know he isn’t telling me the truth so… I decided to snoop.”

You were eighteen now, and even though you had been in this lab since birth you so badly wanted to escape.

There was something Peter was hiding from you. Your real name and birth. He knew this stuff being someone Papa trusted the most.

Your real name was Y/N, which was a very beautiful name. “You were just being curious, 004, Peter whispered.”Nothing wrong with that.”

You sniff.”Really?” He nods.”I’ve done it before. don’t worry.” This is why you had a crush on Peter, not for too long, about a month or so.

How did you even figure out you were 18? Again, from snooping. Nobody knew their age in the lab, they just grew up there.

But you really had to know

Suddenly, Papa came in and gave you a smile.”004, Can I speak to you?“ you gulp, and nod. You felt so intimidated by Papa.

In fact, You didn’t even consider him your father anyways. You take his hand and go into an different room.

You sat down, then he spoke,”004, What did you get into?” Technically, wasn’t it his fault he left his door wide open and file cabinet open too?

“N-Nothing, You murmur nervously, fidgeting with your fingers. Papa frowns.”You don’t have to lie to me.”

Despite being an adult, legally at least, He still treated you like a child and that bothered you. “I’m not lying, You insist.

“I know you’re lying, 004.”

For some reason, He knew you were lying. And if you weren’t in the mood to be punished, You’d read his mind.

“I’m not, I swear.. you whisper. You could tell he was Losing his patience with you. And the scariest part, Papa never lost his patience before. Or even showed he was losing it.

“Well 004, Whatever you found, is not true.”

You huffed, knowing what you found was true. “And if you don’t follow the rules, Papa Adds.”I’m going to have to punish you, 004.”

For once, You no longer felt fear and had a boost of confidence. “No! You insisted, standing up to go and run. You bursted the doors open and ran out.

You needed a way out, but not without Peter! You were stopped by Papa. And before you knew it, everything went black.

When you woke up, You were in your room. But something felt different. “004! Peter says, entering your room.

“Peter, what’s going on? You ask. “We need to leave with 011! He replies.”come on, you want to leave don’t you?”

“I do but, what about papa?”

Peter gives you a small smile.”we don’t have to worry about him anymore. Don’t you want to be set free?”

Your mind was telling you he was manipulating you, but you didn’t want to listen. You nod, he was so kind, and helpful. What could go wrong?

You noticed Peter was covered in blood and it looked like he fought someone. “Why are you covered in blood? You say nervously.

With an disturbing grin, Peter calmly responds,”Let’s say Papa won’t disturb you or punish you anymore.”

That could only mean one thing. Your eyes widened, stepping back into the cold wall. “Why? You ask.

“Don’t you see? He says.”I saved you, y/n.” “Y/n? You asked confusedly. “Your birth name, Peter says.”You know, we’re very much alike.”

“How? You don’t-“

He reveals that number on his arm, 001. The first subject that he told you little about. You gasped.

“See? We’re more like alike than you thought, He chuckles. “No, I don’t kill people for no reason! You spat.

“I did it for us Y/N! Don’t you know I love you?”

That shocked you, he loved you? Was this manipulation or did he truly love you? You wished you weren’t so naïve sometimes.

“You don’t love me, You tell him.”So that won’t work on me.” You tried your best to fight the tears as you saw a bloody mess in the hallway, and dread filled inside you.

There was Papa, He was Dead. Yes, it devastated you. But another half was relieved. The man that caused you so much trauma and others was gone.

Still, did he deserve to die this brutal? You sighed, going to the rainbow room to see if anyone was alive in there.

You gasped, nobody was alive besides one. El, a nickname I gave her and she seemed to like it. “El, You frown. She rushed over to you weakly.

You hugged her, and she hugs back. You felt a maternal instinct to protect her, you were her mother figure.

But also sort of a big sister if that made sense. When you saw the door open, you turned to protect El.

She was your main priority. “Stay away! You spat. Although he didn’t listen. “Oh 004, He cooed.”you will be mine.”

He was messing with your head. Of course he was. That was how he’d win you over. You tried not to.

“If you don’t come with me, 011 dies, Run Away with me, Y/n.”

Then you had no other choice to make. She had to live. You nod, taking his hand.

However, you should have never done that because 3 months later, you were pregnant by force.

[hopelesswritergall]

Hi, how you doing? Can you do some headcanons for yandere peter parker?

And do you write for all versions of peter? Or just the Marvel one?

Yandere!Peter Ballard headcanons

A/N: Hi there Anon, hope you liked it! To answer your question, I am most familiar with the Marvel one but I do write for all of them. I am the least familiar with the Tobey Maguire one. OOPS , just read PETER PARKER. I WILL MAKE THOSE RIGHT NOW! DO NOT WORRY, I WILL REDEEM MYSELF!

It was a bit shorter than imagined but still alright i think :)

Wordcount: 361 words

I imagine him as a manipulative one

He seems very trustworthy and that is what caused you to approach you.

If you are an orderly there ( which i suppose is the most likely) he would make sure that you have everything you need.

Food, extra blankets or just attention.

By doing this he makes you feel safe

Which is a must in a relationship

And is a very easy aspect of the relationship to manipulate

You're ignoring him?

No attention to you either

But as soon as you fall for him too

Oh boy

Everything just gets 5 times as bad or good depending who you ask.

Your coworkers do not dare to speak with you

Afraid of the reaction of Peter

Doing so he singles you out

Having no one to go to when you have a problem, he becomes your best friend/boyfriend at the same time

If it is you (where you are not suspicious of him) he might not even notice what he is doing, too charmed by you, to notice his choice of words.

But if you are suspicious of him ( which i cannot blame you for) he might start to realise what he says and he notices how you react to it.

He definitely uses you being able to trust people very quickly against you.

" Oh, you see. Jamie has been spreading rumors about you Y/N. You shouldn't have trusted them with your secrets. But you can trust me Darling, you know me. I am trustworthy."

He likes to play with your emotions but doesn't like it being done to him. He will definitely accuse you of not loving him anymore, just to get a little more control over you

" I saw you talking to them! Why were you doing that? Don't you love me anymore? Were all those hugs and kisses just to toy with my feelings Y/N?"

After assuring him you love him, you start to distance yourself from other people. Listening to Peter's advice that they aren't trustworthy and slowly starting to lose contact with the real world.

He did it. He has you all for himself now

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blue eyes

henry creel

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word count: 723

Every night you always had a dream. Ever since you were 15 years old there wasn't a day when you didn't dream of him. A man in all white calling out to you. At first, you thought nothing of it, but when he was continuously there night after night in your mind, you decided this was something more, that he was something more.

He was tall and had perfect blue eyes. He was beautiful and the way he talked made your heart flutter. He always knew how to sway your mind. And he was always there, comforting you after all your troubles and problems you went through.

So every night you slipped into a sleep-like coma, expecting him, expecting Henry. And he was there. He was always there no matter what. He whispered sweet things into your ear while you sobbed into his all-white clothing. Tucking your hair behind your ear so as to not get into your eyes. He always said he loved your eyes the most.

"It's okay, my love... It will all be better soon. Plus, I will always be here, in your mind. No matter what."

He whispered caressing your face which soothed your broken state. Henry was right. He will always be here for you, no matter what because he has been already. Each night he has been here more than any of your friends. So you believed him. You looked up into his blue eyes and touched his face.

"Thank you..." You smiled as you leaned into him pressing your lips against his.

You pulled back away from him and took a closer at his facial features, trying to commit them to your memory. God you hoped he was real and not a figment of your imagination.

"You're real right?" You asked as Henry tried not to burst out laughing.

"Of course I'm real. And I promise we'll meet very soon."

"What does that mean?"

"Shh... Our time is up, my love."

______

You were frozen.

"Henry Creel is Vecna."

Those words... just four words were something that made you freeze completely. Your mind going into overdrive and your body starts to panic. Henry Creel was Vecna. The man that was in your dreams every single night. The man that was always there for you in every way. That man was Vecna.

"I know him..." you whispered to the group. You knew more than what you wanted to admit or tell them, but you had to say something, but not everything. You would never admit to loving him... that Vecna was someone that you called "my love".

You tried to look up at them, at someone, but you couldn't even manage to do that. You kept your head down and braced for the reaction of what you were about to confess to. And all their eyes were on you, waiting for what was about to be said.

"He... He was in my dreams. For a very long time... and we talked."

"You talked to him!" Steve practically yelled causing you to flinch just a bit.

"All he said was his name was Henry, he never said anything more about who he was. That he was... Vecna."

"Y/n did he ever talk about anything that's worth mentioning?" Nancy whispered trying to calm you down.

"Like if he had an evil plan to take over the world or something?"

"I don't think he ever said anything about his "evil plan". You told Dustin.

"Henry... I mean Vecna, never told me anything that hinted at him being a murderer. We never talked about that sort of stuff while we were together." You paused gaining some strength in your posture and voice. You just hoped that they wouldn't question you more on what you and Vecna actually talked about.

"All we ever talked about was me, and other things, but that's beside the point. He never told me about anything that he did outside my dreams." You breathed in and out of your nose, your senses finally calming down. But all of a sudden you got goosebumps along your neck. You turned around only to see a different landscape, a different world. You weren't in Will's house anymore, you were somewhere else entirely.

"Y/n..." You heard his voice behind you. Henry...

"I told you... you would see me very soon..."