#yandere stranger things

[reareaotaku]

Sick, Sick, Sick

Summary: You and Mike have become really close and Eleven is seething with jealousy Pairings: Yandere! Mike Wheeler x Reader TW: Cheating?, Slight Angst

It kind of just happened; You and Mike getting close. You weren't trying to 'steal' him from Eleven, but that's how she was seeing it. When you thought about it, you guessed you could understand why she thought that.

You and Mike rarely had any conversation. Maybe the occasional 'Hello' or 'What's up?' but that was very rare. You were both paired for a project in your science class. It was a big project that was worth 65% of your overall grade. So, you two had begun to spend a lot of time together.

But nothing was going on. You were just hanging outside of school on the weekdays. It's not like you took up his time during school or weekends. Until, he did start hanging out with you on the weekend. 'I just want to get this project done quicker, so we have more free time.' You understood and part of you thought it was smart. But then things took a turn.

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Mike saw this as the best thing that's ever happened to him. He has had a crush on you for years, since he was a kid. Sure, maybe he had a girlfriend, but she could never replace you in his heart. He knew it was wrong and shitty, but he couldn't help the way he felt whenever you were near.

He couldn't stop that light feeling in his stomach when he saw you. He couldn't help the way his cheeks would brighten when hearing you talk. He couldn't help the knots in his abdomen when thinking about you. The feelings were overwhelming and they were starting to get out of control. He knew that Eleven could see it, but for some reason it didn't bother him like he knew it was supposed to. There was actually a part of him that was hoping she'd break up with him.

Thankfully, that moment came sooner than later. He and Eleven were sitting in his room and he was putting some notebooks and such in a bag. She looked at him, confused, before questioning his eagerness to get away from her.

"What are you doing?"

He looks up at her, surprised. He had momentarily forgot she was in his room. He looks away for a brief moment, before looking back at her. "Uh, I'm going to Y/n's tonight for our project. Got to finish all the notes."

"You've been spending a lot of time with her, Y/n."

He looks up, pretending to think, "Huh... Yeah I guess I have. Haven't really thought about it."

She frowns, glaring at him as he continued to get his stuff together.

"You barely hang out with me anymore."

He finally looks at her, really looks at her, "It's a big project. It's worth over 60% of my grade-"

"You've never cared about your grades before."

He rolls his eyes, pushing a hand through his hair, "You're just jealous."

She scoffs, taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"You're jealous that I'm hanging out with a girl that's not you-"

"So what if I am? I'm your girlfriend."

"Yeah, well maybe if you're so jealous another girl hanging out with your boyfriend, maybe you should find a guy who doesn't hang out with girls."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

He frowns, pausing his movements, "No.... But- Maybe we should take a break."

Eleven frowns, rubbing her eyes to try and stop her from crying. "If that's what you want." She quickly stands up, before leaving his room and slamming his door.

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"You and Eleven broke up?" You looked over the male, surprised. You had never thought they'd break up, because they were so close. They seemed like a perfect couple. Guess everything wasn't as it seemed.

"Yeah. Well, a break, but we all know that's just a nice way for breaking up."

"God, I can't believe it. You both were attached at the hip, especially a few years ago."

"Yeah...." He looks away, trying not to think about it. He didn't want to think about his crush on you. He had liked you when he first met you when he was 10. He remembered it so well; You were a new girl and he noticed you immediately, I mean how could he not? You were absolutely stunning and realizing this he knew you would never talk to him. He was a loser and you quickly fit in with the cooler kids.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He looks back at you, shaking his head, "Sorry did you say something?"

"The billboard, we need to put all the information on it and we should be done with this project."

Mike frowned when realizing your time together was about to come to an end. He liked being around you and without this project you would never even breath the same air as him, much less look at him.

"You know, when I first met you I thought you were mean."

"What?" He looked at you confused, as you put the billboard down and some markers. The bed dips under your weight and Mike can feel his stomach drop. "Mean? Me?"

You look over at him, blushing, before pushing some hair behind your ear, "Yeah. I thought you and your friends were so cool-"

"You thought WE were cool?" He scoots closer to you on the bed, his eyes widened as he points to himself, "Me?"

Your blush darkens, "Yeah. I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't think you'd want to talk to someone like me. I kinda thought you would think I'm... well... a dork."

"Someone like you? What?" He rubs his face and you can feel your ears darken in embarrassment, "We all thought you were so cool. We were-ARE losers."

"I don't think you're a loser."

He stops for a second, smiling at you, "Well- I don't think you're a dork."

You let out a chuckle, looking away from him, "Trust me, everyone thinks I'm a dork."

"Why would someone think you, the coolest person ever, are a dork?"

You blush, before getting off the bed and going under your bed, before pulling out a big box. "I hide this every time you come over."

He looks over at you confused, before you pull off the top. Inside are dozens of comic books that were in sealed bags. He goes to the floor, pulling out some of the comics, realizing some of them were collectibles.

"Oh my god? Is this the first issue if Batman?"

"It's signed by Bob Kane."

His eyes nearly bulge when seeing that it was indeed signed by the co-creator of Batman. "Oh, my god. This has to be the coolest thing in the world."

You blush, twirling a piece of your hair. "There's some other comics, like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Daredevil, Some Marvel Comics and Teen Titans."

"Those aren't very girly comic books." He says it offhandly, not meaning anything by it, but when you don't respond he looks up at you, to see that you weren't looking at him and your face was downward.

"Yeah... That's kind of why I don't have them on display."

Mike is quick to backpaddle, "Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that. These are really cool. I've never met a girl that like comics."

"Well, it's not like girls can just walk in there." A shiver runs down your spine, "Those guys have never seen a girl." You shake your head, "We should probably get back to the project."

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His eyes follow your every movement. You had been quiet since showing him your 'secret'. Though, Mike didn't think it was an embarrassing thing. In fact, he thought it made you cooler in his mind.

"So... Comics huh?"

You don't look at him, just continue to write on the billboard, as he finishes the notes, "Yeah..."

He hummed in thought and decided to ask, "Do you know about D&D?"

He saw you freeze out of the corner of his eyes, before you slowly turn to him.

"D&D? Dungeons and Dragons the RP game where you create characters and play in a fantasy world?"

"Yeah!" He lightens up, forgetting about his project and getting closer to you.

"Nope. Never heard of it...."

"Really? Hmm.... That's to bad."

"Why?"

"Well, it'd be nice to get a new face in our D&D Games-"

"You play D&D?"

"Of course-"

"God, you are such a nerd," You chuckle, covering your mouth.

"Well, you're a nerd, too."

"I've never played D&D before, though-"

"But, I bet you just haven't found anyone to play with."

"Well, I'm looking at an anyone now, aren't I?"

He smiles, practically nose to nose with you, "Yeah... Yeah, you are."

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"And then she threw it on the floor and it blew out the floor," You laugh, shaking your head, as Mike listens intently.

The past two hours you both kept getting closer and closer, when you start whispering. It was as if you were both sharing secrets that only the two of you knew. It was like you were the only people in the world and Mike loved it.

"Oh? I bet your mother wasn't happy."

Your shoulders tighten, as you look away from him, your head leaning forward and you lean on Mike's shoulder. "She was livid. God, you should have seen it." You take your head off Mike's shoulder and you make eye contact with him.

You both stare at each other, before you both slowly lean in. You close your eyes as you feel his breath on your lips, nearly touching. It felt like a million years before he was finally on you, lightly kissing you. It felt like the graze of a feather, soft and silky. He pulls back, but only by a few inches, before kissing you again.

He couldn't believe that he was kissing you. He had liked you for so long and here he was, on your bed making out with you. If he told his younger self, he wouldn't believe it.

There's a loud smushing sound as your lips collide and mesh together. You feel his slender fingers grip your face as he continued to suck your face. As much as you were enjoying his lips on yours, your mind went towards El and you quickly pushed him off.

He looked at you confused, but before he could ask you what's wrong you ask him to leave.

"What?"

"Can you please leave?"

He's confused and he wants to ask you about it, but you aren't listening. You just keep telling him to leave. He's disappointed, but he listens and grabs his stuff. He wants to bash his head with a brick for his stupidity. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't know exactly what it was.

You frown, still sitting on your bed, rubbing your face. You had no idea what you were supposed to do. Eleven already didn't like you and thought you were trying to steal her boyfriend and she wouldn't be happy if you had kissed Mike. Granted they were on break, as far as you knew, but you know you'd be mad. God, what were you going to do.

[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

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Bad Manners

Pairing: Dark Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Billy has to teach you a few manners, even if it’s the hard way. 

WARNINGS: Domestic Violence; Slapping; Toxic/Abusive Marriage

AN: This is soo mean. But I had to do it.

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Miserable sobs fill the bedroom as you receive another slap, knees numb from kneeling for so long on the ground as Billy towers over you. 

“Do you think I’m that stupid? That I wouldn’t fucking notice as you tried to get inside the waiter’s pants? Flirting with him right in front of me, you fucking slut!” Billy shouts, rage irradiating from him as his hand connects with your cheek for the seventh time, head whiplashing to the side from the immense force. 

“I-I wasn’t, Billy! This is a misunderstanding, I swear-” you’re readily cut off by another ruthless smack, this one leaving you a bit dizzy. 

“Getting an attitude, huh?”

It was a mistake to be remotely nice to the male waiter of the dinner you went to as Billy is incapable of letting you interact with other people. A meaningless smile and a few nice words were more than enough to spite his intense jealousy towards anyone that not him. 

What was supposed to be a nice family dinner ended up with you crying on the floor of your bedroom, mascara running down your face and cheeks starting to swell while Billy berates at you.

Not the evening you had envisioned for tonight. 

The door cracks an opening and a small boy peers into the room, his eyes curiously scanning the scene. Billy immediately halts his raised hand, giving you a stern look as a warning.

You should’ve been more quiet. 

“Why is mommy crying? Did she get hurt?” your son’s innocent voice breaks your heart and you instantly turn away your face, not wanting him to see your disfigured face. 

Small footsteps are heard as your son tries to get near you, his fingers briefly touching your arm but Billy immediately picks him up, pulling him away.  

“It’s nothing, buddy. Daddy was just teaching mommy some manners, that’s all. She’s been needing them for a while now.” Billy’s voice is much softer as he speaks to your son.

You can’t resist turning your head for a second and it never fails to surprise you how similar Billy and William are.

Father and son, the exact same physical features, apart from the ones inherited from you. But they’re not the same and you promise you won't allow Billy to change your son into the same monster he is, just like his father before him. You'll do better than what Billy's mom did.

“Now how about I tuck you into bed? Mommy still has a few more lessons to go through. Why don't you say goodnight to mommy.” he quickly says to the toddler.

“Night, mommy. And please learn fast.” your son sleepily yawns, eyes already closing.

“There we go then. And Y/N…” Billy pauses and you glance at him, a cold angry expression taking over the sweet expression he had put on for your son, who now has his face safely tucked in Billy’s shoulders.

“...you wait there. We’re not done yet.” 

[toast-on-dandelioms]

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[blue-sadie]

Something A Bit More

Imagine:

Being paired with eddie and during the project you've expressed your displeasure with your boyfriend and wanting someone a bit more..... toxic.

"Oh I know what you mean like if you were mine I wouldn't even let you out my sight, I'll follow you home and make sure you get home safe I would make decisions for you and wouldn't let you hangout withother men unless you have my hickies all over your neck"

[i-heart-slashers]

hi!! can i please request yandere! steve harrington with prompts "my perfect little doll is what you are.”

+ "you look so pretty tied up like this"? thank you so much! your writing is exquisite 💋

Hi! Thank you for reading and requesting. Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

"my perfect little doll is what you are.” + "you look so pretty tied up like this"

Pairings: Yandere!Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Warning(s): yandere, stalker, violence, death, obsession, blood mentioned, abduction.

He'd seen you. He'd fallen for you, and now he wanted you.

You think to yourself that you should have seen this coming, but honestly, there were no signs that Steve Harrington, or King Steve, as you remember him before his downfall, was anything other than a good guy.

He waved to you in the halls and helped you if you were doing something outside of school. Once, he even helped your mom into the house with groceries.

Maybe that's how he got a key to the house.

All those times that he'd randomly popped up out of nowhere didn't seem so innocent now. The amount of times you'd go home to find him helping out one of your parents with some chore they just happened to need help with.

Groceries, lawn mowing, cleaning the pool out… He was always there and somehow always knew that they needed a helping hand.

It was that first moment of his helpfulness that your parents were taken by his charm and nudged you with a wink as they nodded in his direction, clearly thinking about some kind of relationship setup.

You, however, didn't reciprocate the same admiration for Steve. His fall from King was swift and brutal, but you still remember how he had been—a jerk and a cruel one.

Nevertheless, you gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing people could change. Steve had changed; he took in the younger kids and made a best friend in Robin. They were a group of social outcasts compared to the one pristine pedestal Steve had been used to.

Maybe it was the polite smiles you had given him or the way you allowed him to linger after he had struck up a conversation. You had a feeling Steve had gotten the wrong idea.

Waving it off in lieu of hanging out with your friends, you could help but notice something niggled at you whenever you caught him glancing in your direction.

You should have listened to your gut instinct.

"my perfect little doll is what you are," Steve whispers in your ear as he adjusts the clothing that he had forced you to change into in front of him shortly after entering your home.

All you could do was sob behind the tape over your mouth, knowing that just a floor under your bedroom, your parents were taking their last breaths from the brutal onslaught Steve had inflicted on them.

His good neighborly act ensured they never saw it coming; he even whistled as he attacked them. Seeing him walk back into your room with a calm smile while covered in blood was something you never thought you would witness.

"you look so pretty tied up like this," He whispered, kissing your cheek as he tugged on the rope that bound your arms and legs before he picked you up and forced you out of your home.

He'd stalked you. He loves you, and now… he has you.

[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: NONCON, dark!dealer!eddie, fem!reader, unprotected sex

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You watch Eddie as he shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall to the recliner beside him. He drops to his knees, a thud sounds through your silent apartment and you glance around, paranoid of being caught despite knowing you’re all alone.

The lunchbox snaps open, quickly capturing your attention. His eyes flicker to you and he offers you a small smile. You relax and watch his hands. You can see the veins in his arms and tattoos moving as he digs through the box. He had pulled his hair back some time ago and you can’t help but eye the delicate slope of his neck. His curls are flatter than normal and your red hair tie keeping them from his face makes you smile bigger.

“Did you find them?” You say, tired of the silence. You swing your feet and tug at your shorts, unaware of the way your tummy peaks out as you pull them lower. Eddie notices, zeroing in to the sliver of skin and down your silky soft leg. You cross them and hold your knee.

His grasp tightens around the strawberry flavored candy, shaking it. “Yup,” he moves to stand but stops. You laugh as he waddled over to you on his knees.

He stops before yours, much too close to your heat. His breath fans the skin as he holds out the bag. You take it and watch as his eyes dance around your crossed thighs, focusing on the apex of them. You shift uncomfortably on your couch, moving up and turning your body. You cross your legs again for added comfort.

You think you hear him sigh but when you look towards him, he sports the same dopey smile as before. “Tried them before I got here,” he says as you open the bag, “they’re not the best. Y’might need more than one.”

You reach for the gummy candy. You look through the sugar frosted red jelly and at Eddie’s expectant face. “I think one’ll be fine. I got a little too high last time.”

“Take two,” his voice is stern and you lower the candy in slight shock. “It’s best to take two.”

You hum and stare for a few seconds. He’s your friend, you tell yourself. “Okay.”

You start with one, still hesitant. A grimace graces your face as you bite the gummy. It tastes strong. You chew quickly, swallowing as soon as you can. By the time you finish, Eddie shoves another into your mouth. You don’t like the way his finger lingers in your mouth but you say nothing, opting to chew obediently.

“Strong,” you murmur.

He laughs far too enthusiastically, in your opinion. He ends up with his hands on your upper thigh, face pressed into the flesh beneath it. You push lightly but he resists.

“You think?”

You hum. Silence ensues as he smiles at you. It’s a little unsettling but maybe that’s the high kicking in. “Aren’t you gonna smoke?” You ask, nodding to the lunchbox.

“Nope,” he shakes his head, curly bangs swaying with his movements. “I wanna be sober for this. I’ve waited for so long.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “you’re being weird today.”

He shrugs, massaging your thighs. You tense but quickly relax. Your body feels weak, your eyes droop and your mind is cloudy.

Eddie’s hands are suddenly all over you, in between your thighs and up your middle. You want to stop him, push him away and cover yourself when he lowers the front of your top, twisting a nipple. “Gonna get all this shit off,” he grins darkly. “I wanna see all of you when I fuck you silly.”

“I’ve dreamt of your sexy body,” his tongue makes lewd noises as he attacks your chest. “S’so much better than I imagined.”

Your top is being pulled off you roughly, giving the man complete access to your upper body. “You know what these little tops do to me,” he moans, nibbling at your neck.

You lift a limp wrist and moan in protest, too weak to do any more. He shrugs your hand off, pulling away from your throat. He slams his lips against yours, his tongue fills your mouth messily, venturing out to your chin, cheek and nose. He moans against you, suckling on your tongue while groping your chest.

You know you dont want it, but you can’t stop it. You can barely even think about stopping it.

Your mind goes blank as he slips his ringed fingers under your waistband, “so warm,” he mumbles into your mouth. His fingers slip between your folds, “n’wet,” he laughs. You feel yourself flush, slow eyes staring at him, watching his tongue assault your face.

Eddie moves away, slapping your sore tits and running his hands down to the top of your shorts. You want to shake your head but no movement comes. He tugs them down, making a noise of satisfaction, “there she is.”

He kneels again, dragging your body until your ass falls off the couch. It strains your back but you’re mind is too hazy to notice. He lifts your legs into his shoulders, burying his face into you and sniffing deeply. “Shit,” he inhales again, “my cock needs to fill this pretty pussy.”

You moan as loudly as you can in disapproval but he’s already moving, lowering his tight jeans to his knees. He spits lewdly into his hand, coating his cock as he stares at your cunt.

Eddie exhales as his cock slips into you, a blissful expression on his face. “So tight,” he begins to move, rutting against you desperately.

“I should take my time, I know,” all you can do is listen and try to fight the pleasurable assault. “But you’d never let me do this sober,” he moans, biting his lip. “But you owe me. You whore yourself out right in front of me and you expect me to just,” he makes a strained noise, “stand by and watch?”

“You’d never fuck a guy like me,” he growls, “but look at you now.”

“M’gonna cum, fuck,” a few strands of his curls fall loose and hover over his face as he jackrabbits into your dripping pussy, a perfect little hole for his desperate cock.

He attacks your lips again, slobbering all over your slack mouth. He groans into it, tensing above you and halting his eager thrusts. Warmth floods your core as he slams into you one final time. He pulls out with a groan.

“That was pretty pathetic,” he chuckles, pushing his pearly cum back into your fluttering hole. “I’ll have to give you another go, yeah?”

[tatortotqueen]

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 ᴀɴ��� 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 ꜱᴛɪʟʟ 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.

[lostgirlsinofgluttony]

Yan billy with breeding kink @jovialladyaurora

based on a request sent in~💕hope you like it

He holds you down while rutting into you “shit baby I’m gonna fill you up” he says. In your ear

as he pounds into you your body littered with marks as he keeps demeaning you. “What a little whore” mumbled crying in the pillow while he spanks you. ”This is all your good for” He yells while he grabs a fist full of your hair” say it!” “Say your mine and only mine” you cry out in broken whimpers “im only yours billy only yours” he grunts in response his pace goes faster you feel him throb in you as he reaches your deepest parts he reaches a hand down to rub your clit “cum with me “he grunts out you moan out loudly feeling the familiar bubbly sensation until you feel it snap. “God your sucking me Aren’t you” soon after you he releases with a loud moan. he kisses and nibbles at your back. “Such a good cockslut aren’t you”

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Billy Hargrove Drabble

Word count ; 5.5k

*Edited.

TW : Themes of abuse (it's Billy Hargrove) & suicide.

*Side note : I should be getting back to the normal upload schedule tomorrow! Thanks for yins' patience.

It started out like any other shallow attraction. He was on the afternoon shift at the pool as a lifeguard, the heavy summer sun beating down on him. Billy’s eyes scanned the various women around the pool, perversely drinking in each body. Nobody could tell because of the sunglasses, but that’s what he was always up to.

And that’s when he heard it. A piercing, angelic giggle. His entire body shifted, and that’s when he saw her. A young woman around his age was bouncing in from the locker room, surrounded by a small group of friends. Her laugh was so innocent, and yet, she was wearing a bikini, which contradicted that. She had a cute towel clutched underneath her armpit, and her eyes kept flitting around joyously. She adorned a soft smile.

It took Billy’s breath away. She had no idea what about her did so. He almost lost control of his body, wanting nothing more than to climb down and approach her. 

But that wasn’t how Billy worked. He drew the women to him. Not the other way around. The only thing that he noticed as she set her stuff on a reclined chair with her pals was a chubby little boy who was running around the pavement in the corner of his eye.

That was just the distraction he needed. He reached for his whistle and blew. The entire pool became silent, eyes glued to Billy’s form. The only person he noticed, though, was her. Her doe eyes examining him. He lowered the whistle.

“Hey, lardo! Stop running!” he boomed.

After a moment of silence and watching the kid tremble out of embarrassment he blew the whistle again. The hustle and bustle of the pool ensued once more but immediately his eyes flitted back to the mysterious and attractive new woman. She was still stunned, watching Billy. He resisted a smug smirk.

Already, she was just where he wanted her.

And yet, the afternoon passed, just like that. And the next shift he had, the woman didn’t show. Billy wasn’t sure why he was so enamored with someone who’s name he didn’t know. But he was. And that made the difference. He even hooked up with some of his frequents, and yet, as he fucked the living daylight out of them, his thoughts automatically turned to the beautiful woman who had an even more beautiful laugh.

When Billy went to bed, he heard it. Singled out, despite how loud the pool had been that day. In his dreams, he saw her, frolicking in the water with her friends. At work, his head would turn in anticipation every time a woman walked through that door.

But it was never her. And Billy wasn’t sure why, but he was petrified that it would never be her again.

It was almost the end of summer. The mysterious woman, Billy had convinced himself, was nothing but a heat-of-the-summer hallucination. It made sense to him, because never had a single woman captivated him so much. Never had a laugh been so attractive to him.

He had but a few more shifts before the pool shut down. It saved the water bills since school was starting in a few weeks and the kids would stop coming.

Billy was glad for that. He didn’t like kids. He never had. They were just stupid little shitheads as far as he was concerned.

He was shaken from his thoughts when, all of a sudden he heard it. That same melodic laugh. His entire body swerved, and even when he realized he was looking right at that same woman who had captured him solely by existing, he was sure it was a hallucination.

It was the same routine as last time. She returned to the same beach chair with her friends. It was so robotic that he had a hard time understanding if she was even real. And, even when the same ‘lardo’ was running around the pool, he didn’t notice. He was too enamored by the woman.

And then, she jumped in the water. Some of her friends began giggling and laughing, nudging her in the water. Her cheeks flushed, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder what for. That was, at least, until a friend motioned Billy’s way. He seized up.

Why was he nervous? The woman’s eyes flickered over his direction before turning away, abashed. Billy was always so confident. And yet, he was so worried about what she thought of him. Did she think he was attractive? Creepy? Did she think anything at all about him?

The sunglasses slid down the rim of his nose, revealing his azure eyes. The woman’s gaze returned to Billy, but this time, she didn’t look away immediately. They maintained steady eye contact much to her friends’ joy. And to Billy’s. A smirk grew on his face and he sent a quick wink.

But that was enough for her to look away. Billy’s heart froze, and he replayed the moment in his head. Had he done something wrong? Was she just nervous? Did she even like him in the slightest?

The idea of her thinking lowly of him struck him with annoyance. Just the thought of her not reciprocating the tornado of attraction he felt for her made his head pound. His smirk faded, but he continued to watch as she swam and relaxed.

Occasionally, she’d glance back at him.

Unlike last time though, she and her friends stayed until closing time. They were just packing up their things as Billy blew the whistle, announcing that is was time to close. Those who were still there were panicking, but the woman and her friends were slow and carefree. She kept glancing his way, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder if this was his in.

He couldn’t stop himself as his feet trotted in her direction. All of her friends turned, and the beautiful woman was the last to do so, a blush rising to her cheeks. They watched and waited as he approached. Billy was on autopilot and his gaze never removed himself from her. 

When he was but a few feet away, he stopped. The women erupted into giggles, all except her. Billy wished she would’ve. He gulped down the residual anxiety. He greeted,” Hey there, ladies. Have a good time?”

“Oh, yes,” one of the nameless friends answered. “Y/n here’s really been enjoying the view.”

Y/n. That was her name. Billy’s eyes flickered back to her, and the woman shrunk away in embarrassment, a small smile creeping to her face. The man felt accomplished. Such a gorgeous woman was as attractive to him as he was to her. Her friends giggled, but he tuned out all of their voices, eyes boring into Y/n.

Y/n was shy. That much was plain, and she knew it. In fact, the handsome lifeguard was the reason she hadn’t been around the pool. Last time, she swore she would’ve drowned herself just for him to save her if her friends hadn’t been taking up the majority of her attention.

“The feeling’s mutual,” Billy slurred, lips upturning.

His bare chest glistened from residual sunscreen as he crossed his arms, eyeing Y/n up and down with an almost predatory gaze. Her friends nudged her forward, and Y/n siloed slowly, her doe eyes meeting his. “A - and what’s your name?”

“Billy Hargrove… Maybe this is being a little too forward uh, but if you aren’t doing anything now, it would be my pleasure to take a pretty little thing like you, Y/n, out to dinner. Maybe Chinese, maybe Enzo’s…”

Billy tried to keep his cool but in all honesty, he didn’t know how he’d react if he was told no. However ,he’d never have to find out, because the gorgeous woman accepted instantly, her face flushed and her friends giggling like elementary school girls. In all honesty, when her and Billy went out that night, too, they hit it off.

And not in the sense that Billy always aimed for. Before he’d met Y/n L/n, he’d rather vomit than get to know a woman. He always tried to get in their pants as quickly as possible, cutting to the chase. It was always the same routine; flowery, gentlemanly compliments, maybe a ghosting brush of their thigh, mentioning how beautiful they were.

And from then on, they were putty in his hands. And Billy preferred it that way. At least until he found himself in a deep conversation with the woman. They were friendly and they had a new type of chemistry. Of course, the physical attraction was there. But, for the first time, Billy’s main focus was getting her to laugh.

Every word that left her mouth, Billy couldn’t help but memorize. Her favorite color. Her family members. The music she listened to. Every word that passed her lips, Billy wanted to hear.

And he never thought that his goals from just wanting a one-night-stand and a woman to bend to his every whim would change. And yet, by the end of that first date it had. Because never had his heart beat so erratically from a kiss on the cheek. And never had he let the word ‘girlfriend’ fall from his lips.

Y/n was head over heels for Billy Hargrove. Something about him was just too good to be true. He had the appearance of a god, from his soft curly hair to strong physique. He was a good conversationalist and frequently flowered her with compliments she often wondered if she deserved. He insisted on being the one to pay for dates and flourish her bedroom with personalized gifts.

She had no complaints. And, as weeks passed, they became months. Billy was the perfect boyfriend. The only issues, though, became more and more prominent as time passed. The focus was always her. And there was always something off and disingenuous about his behavior. It was like he was restraining himself solely to fit her expectations. Plus she barely knew anything about his home life, his family, his previous relationships. All she knew was that he did have a house somewhere in Hawkins.

And, despite how he climbed through her dorm or apartment window every night she’d never been there. He knew he had a sister, but she’d never met her. She knew so many things, but even though Billy had already met the parents upon his request, she wasn’t allowed to meet his.

That is, until one day, he agreed. 

“Yeah, sure, princess. Uh, I’ll just let my mom know and she can whip up some sort of dinner.”

Y/n released an overjoyed gasp, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and bringing him into a warm hug. Unbeknownst to her, Billy’s heart beat erratically in his chest, even after all this time. However, it wasn’t just from being touched by her. It was from nervousness.

The entire time, he’d been putting up a facade. As much as he tried he knew that it was only her that received special treatment. As far as he cared, everyone else in his life was total shit and wasn’t worthy. But Y/n wouldn’t agree with that notion and he knew that. And, if Max was home, he knew he’d have to threaten her to keep quiet about his habits. To convince his girlfriend that he as just as angelic to everyone else.

To Y/n he wasn’t a player. He wasn’t a sex addict. He wasn’t an alcoholic. He wasn’t abusive.

But to everyone else, that’s exactly what he was.

When he came home with the news ,his mom as ecstatic. She took the evening off work just to meet her. Max was just as surprised, almost angry. She thought he was bullshitting. So, Billy made sure to buy her silence. ‘Buy’ as in threaten to crack her skateboard in half if she mentioned anything about how shitty of a guy he was. Max said she couldn’t care less about his personal life, and that was the end of that.

Billy pulled up to Y/n’s building just as she was walking dow the sidewalk toward him. She wore a light dress, something that Billy hoped to tear off later tonight in his bedroom. She had the irreplaceable bounce in her step that was even more attractive, and her expression was so carefree.

Just by seeing her, it was like all the weight of his past slid down his back.

They arrived at his house. Y/n was caught off guard by the fact that it was some shitty trailer. She didn’t mind, but she couldn’t help but feel bad that, even though he lacked in finances, he spent so much money on her. She sent him a reassuring grin and into the house they went.

Y/n heard clamoring from the kitchen. She was quick to check it out, not even taking off her shoes. Standing there, with a pot spilled on the floor, was the mother. She seemed agitated, but the moment she heard people walking in, she seized up in horror.

From behind the woman, Billy’s glare was boring into her. His fists clenched. He couldn’t control himself. “God, woman, you can’t do anything right.”

Y/n blanked in that moment. She’d never heard his voice so deep and cruel almost as though he got off to watching his loved ones fail. Y/n had never seen him even slightly angry, either. The mom apologized profusely, but Y/n went to her side.

“Billy! How could you say that?” Y/n scolded. “It’s nothing. Uh, I’m Y/n L/n! His girlfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

The mother was caught off guard by her sincerity. Her kindness scared the woman. She couldn’t help but wonder if Billy was treating her right, but from how restrained he was - yes, not screaming at the top of his lungs was considered restraint -, he worried he’d trapped her into thinking he was a good man.

Yes, Billy was her son. She loved him unconditionally. But it didn’t take much to put two and two together to realize he was a stark replica of the man she married.

Because of the mishap, dinner didn’t start until seven. Billy was primarily dead silent while the two women chattered and got to know each other. The more mom learned about Y/n, the more she saw herself in her. And the more she realized it was like Billy copy and pasted her relationship with her ex-husband. It was only a matter of time before things went down the drain.

“…I’m actually studying —“

Y/n was interrupted by the slamming of the front door. In came a teenage girl, no more than sixteen. She had bright red hair and a few scratches on her cheeks. She wore rather ripped up clothes, but judging from the skateboard tucked under her armpit, all the bruises and scratches meant that she’d stumbled and fallen off.

“Max, dear, I’m so glad you made it back in time!” mom chirped almost in relief. “Why don’t you join us?”

Max, while kicking off her shoes, didn’t make any eye contact. “No thanks.”

Y/n’s brows furrowed, and Billy noticed. Y/n also noticed how stiff the household was. How, even if the mother was a doll and Max was too young, the house had a lingering stench of beer. How tense the family was, and it was seemingly because of Billy’s presence. She was starting to wonder if Billy Hargrove really was too good to be true.

Billy clasped his hands together and a smile that almost looked like a sneer stretched across his cheeks. “Max, I’d like it if you met my girlfriend. It would mean a lot if you, my cute little sister, got along with this sweet gem of mine, huh?”

Max seized up, and Y/n could see that she didn’t want to be here. Suspicion wracked her body and she didn’t want to, but she was starting to put two and two together. Neither his mother or his sister enjoyed Billy’s presence, and that worried her to no end. She was growing nervous with each awkward glance they sent the man.

“Uh, sure,” Max reluctantly agreed. There was a deafening silence that fell over as Max sat down at the table, casting her gaze away to her plate and nothing else. And that’s when Y/n noticed. From beside her, Billy was glaring venomously into both Max and his mother. And both were trembling. Not wildly, but enough that it was so very noticeable.

“U - um, it’s nice to meet you, Max. Billy, here, barely tells me anything. I hope we can become friends,” Y/n kindly offered, sending her a strained smile.

Max looked up, a sympathetic smile bracing her face. Y/n’s heart had yet to slow because there was something terrifying about the environment. No, not the environment, but about Billy. “Y - yeah… You know, uh, Billy’s never had a girlfriend before, so… it’s pretty surprising.”

“Oh! That surprises me, really,” Y/n tittered, glancing anxiously at the man. Billy sent her a quick grin, but there was something disingenuous about it. “He’s such a charmer, after all…”

“Thanks, babe,” Billy hummed, exchanging glances between his two family members. “I’m just that head over heels for ya, huh?”

Max suddenly snickered, and there was a fire in her eyes. “Are you kidding? You’ve got to be shitting me —“

“Max, please,” her mother pleaded, only to be cut off again.

Max, having seemingly lost her temper, rose to her feet and slammed her fists into the table. “No! This asshole’s pretty much brainwashed her into thinking he’s a good guy. Right, Billy? Y/n, I don’t know what you think he’s like, but he literally brings a chic over every weekend for a good time. He drinks like crazy. He’s a total dick —“

“You fucking bitch!” Billy roared, his entire expression morphing into a dangerous fury. One fist slammed into the table and the other snatched up his plate that was still covered in food and threw it at the young girl. Y/n couldn’t help but scream in horror, and Max was thrown into the wall behind her. The mother screamed in horror, falling back in her seat and rushing over the child.

Just like that, Y/n knew the truth about Billy Hargrove. He was too good to be true. He was an awful, terrible man, and Yn felt ashamed for falling for the facade. Chaos had opened up in the household, and everyone was horrified. Billy had lost his temper completely, revealing his true self to the woman he was in love with. But he was too angry to realize he fucked things up.

Max was bleeding and some shards of glass were poking from her skin. She was sobbing loudly while the mother was clutching her to her chest. Y/n pushed her seat away as Billy threw his chair back. Only as Y/n stood did Billy’s glare shift to her.

And that’s when he realized. His anger faded into vague regret, and he reached out to her. Y/n screamed again, although not as gut-wrenching as before. She tripped on her foot and fell to the ground. Billy stalked over to her and leaned down.

“Princess, this isn’t what you think it is,” he seethed, offering her a hand. “I just think we should head out —“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Y/n shrieked, kicking him in the groin. 

Billy yelped and ended up leaning back on the table clutching at his would. Just like that, all the anger returned, more fiery than before. Y/n stumbled to her feet and crawled over to the mother and daughter. Both of them were sobbing, almost as though they expected this would happen. Y/n felt terrible for not picking up on the signs sooner.

But Billy did a good job at hiding them, and Y/n knew it was hardly her fault Billy Hargrove was a terrible person. The mother, with wide eyes, turned to Y/n. She shakily cried,” Call the police. Please, dear! Max, my sweet baby s - she’s bleeding too much —“ She broke down into more sobs, and Y/n knew that was what was right.

“You pathetic whore,” Billy hissed. “You never give a shit, but now that there’s a nice little guest to impress, you give a shit? God, I never should’ve let you meet her. All of you are fucking ridiculous! Y/n get your ass off the floor. Right. Fucking. Now!”

She didn’t even get the chance to do anything. A screech escaped her lips as she was yanked up by her collar and dragged across the floor. Sobs escaped and she clawed at her neck and Billy’s rough, callous hands. She was pulled even further away, out into the hallway. Before she could try and writhe free, Billy suddenly threw her body into the wall.

Her neck and back were positioned awkwardly and before she could even adjust herself, a foot slammed into her stomach. A cry escaped her lips as Billy loomed over. She pawed at his foot, but it was hardly able to do much against the seething man.

She thought he’d hurt her more. And yet, as he towered over her small form, the anger seemed to fade and his expression became more and more distressed. His frown deepened and he looked so very hurt, even if he was the perpetrator. He began trembling and removed his foot, just long enough for Y/n to curl up into a ball on her side, bawling her eyes out.

Billy, realizing how badly he fucked everything up, collapsed on his knees beside her. “Fuck! Y/n, baby, princess. I’m so sorry. I - I didn’t mean to, I swear! It’s just a heat of the moment thing, and - and my family is just a bunch of fucking pussies who need to be put in their places —“

“Y - you’re a monster!” Y/n hiccuped, pushing Billy away limply.

Billy’s heart shattered into a hundred pieces on the spot. He peered over his shoulder, only to realize that Max’s bloody body had slumped onto the floor, barely visible, and his mother was nowhere in sight. He gulped, hearing his mother’s distant, pleading voice. Things had gone so terribly wrong. But, as he looked back at the traumatized love of his life, he bit the inside of his cheek.

He wasn’t going to let his family get in between him and Y/n. He just couldn’t. After such a horrible childhood, an unloved life, he couldn’t just her leave him. Billy knew he had to change, and he had. For her. Because Y/n was worthy of being treated like the royalty she was. She just didn’t understand that he wasn’t a bad guy. He loved her with ever fibre of his being.

“Fuck… Y/n, we need to go. Okay, babe? Th - these assholes keep trying to get between us. I won’t let them. We can move cross country for all I fucking care. I love you, princess, okay? We need to leave —“

Billy fell silent when he heard heard a quiet, pained squeak from Y/n. Billy instantly cupped her cheeks, shaking her head. She looked like was going to faint from fright at any moment, and her breaths were labored as his. He swiped her cheeks lovingly, eyes flitting over her entire body.

“I - I…”

“Yes, baby? It’s okay, everything’s okay. What is it?”

“I hate you.”

Billy’s brain blanked. He hadn’t been expecting that. One part of him was writhing in agony. He wanted to die right on the spot. But the other part of him, which completely overpowered anything sympathetic and understanding within him, was consumed with rage. His jaw clenched. His grip on her face became painfully so and only when Y/n released a yelp of pain, did he realize what he was doing. 

He grit his teeth and stood abruptly. All he saw was red. It was his fucking sister’s fault. If she just kept her dirty whore mouth shut, he knew things had gone smoothly. Tonight would’ve been the night where Billy could’ve abandoned his own ways. He could’ve committed completely to Y/n, because she could’ve been - no, she was - his everything.

He just needed something a little extra to satiate his sexual whims. But, instead, things had gone so terribly wrong. It was his fucking family’s fault. He should’ve known it was a bad idea. But when Y/n keeps begging with those gorgeous doe eyes of her’s… he melted.

He turned. He could hear his mother screeching to the police on the phone, and he knew what he had to do. His shitty whore mother left him without any choices. He dashed across the trailer until he located his small bedroom. Y/n was confused as to what he was doing but she more than glad to be away from his presence.

She was scared. So very scared. The front door was right there and she could run for help. But she’d feel so terrible if she abandoned the family of two. Max was unconscious on the floor and she hoped it was because she just fainted from fright and not from the wounds. The house was a mess. However, she knew that at least the police were on their way.

She used the wall for support as she dragged herself off the ground. She wasn’t nearly as battered and bruised as the others, but the mental agony of it all was enough to make it hard to walk. She limped over to the kitchen, only to find the mother scouring the kitchen until she found a first aid kit. Y/n collapsed in front of the young girl and pulled her onto her lap, swiping the food-covered hair out of her face.

“Max,” Y/n whispered, barely audible. A few of her tears plopped onto the girl beneath her, and she wiped the away out of embarrassment. 

The mother fell the ground beside her. She opened the kit and began grabbing cotton balls and dousing them with alcohol. Y/n watched warily, almost having forgotten that Billy existed in the first place. She couldn’t help but wonder if he made a run for his life, knowing he’d get arrested.

However, all that changed when she heard the cock of a gun. Y/n and her froze, eyes slowly drifting up.

Standing by the front door aggressively was Billy. He was completely unhinged with fury. He had his trembling hand on the trigger. His glare was deadly. And the gun in particular was pointed at his poor, lovely mother. His glare was solely remaining on her.

“Billy, please,” his mother choked. “Just drop —“

The gunshot echoed in the small household. Blood splattered and a bullet lodged into the woman’s head. A scream bubbled in Y/n’s throat but didn’t release. She could barely see and her ears echoed and rang loudly. Beside her, the woman collapsed her body hitting the leg of the table. The life drained instantly, leaving Y/n sat beside a corpse while an unconscious child was in her lap.

And she feared that she was next.

Suddenly, a harsh arm grabbed her shoulder. The scream finally escaped, and although she couldn’t see properly, she knew was was happening. Billy had grabbed her, violently so, and was pulling her across the floor once more. Y/n’s legs didn’t work. It was like her bod had shut down completely.

“Stand the fuck up, Y/n,” Billy hissed. “We’re leaving. Do you understand? We ned to go, okay? Cooperate or I’ll kill that bitch, too! So stand the fuck up!”

Y/n finally released a sob. She could barely see, but she forced herself to stand. Billy immediately caged her in his arms, and although once upon a time, the hug would’ve been warm and loving, the cold gun digging into her back was a sore reminder of the reality she was in. Y/n’s head fell into the crook of her neck, and she released sob sobs. Her entire body ached with pain.

Billy’s anger seemed to dissipate. The hand that held the gun reached for her hair trailed it down the back of her hair and some hushes released. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe. We can be happy now. We don’t need anyone else. All you need is me, princess, and all I need is you, okay?”

“B - Billy, stop,” Y/n sobbed. “I hate you.”

“Oh, you don’t mean that, princess. Thing’s’ll be good for us now. I promise. Look at me.”

He pushed Y/n’s head away cupping her cheek. Her body was so limp. His azure eyes sparkled in joy as he looked over the woman, his heart beating happily. He still gripped the gun tightly and it pressed against the side of her head. There was a sleazy smirk that pulled against his features that Y/n once would’ve called handsome.

But, as everyone knows, the devil is a gentleman. And Y/n was certain she was staring at him right in the face.

Billy was quick to drizzle butterfly kissed along her jaw. It was soft, and yet there was an unbridled passion laying hidden beneath the surface. Y/n shut her eyes tightly, wishing nothing but for everything to stop. She hurt so badly. It all did. 

And then, his actions ceased. In the distance, sirens played. Billy heard them. And, as he pulled away and examined Y/n’s expression, the reality of the situation snuck in. He was either dead or fucked. The police were there. And he couldn’t make his escape if Y/n would be so unwilling to leave with him.

She hated him.

But he loved her with every fibre of his being.

“I love you,” he muttered genuinely.

Billy nuzzled his nose against her one last time before pressing a kiss to her lips. It was urgent. Needy. And Y/n realized it was his way of saying good-bye. Perhaps he would leave her and run. Or perhaps he would kill her. Or perhaps…

The sirens were right outside. Billy pulled away. The moment he took a step back, Y/n’s legs became jelly and she crumbled to the ground. However, she didn’t pass out. She watched adamantly, vision clearing just enough to watch Billy’s panicked movements. 

Billy looked so stern and serious. He was resigning himself to what would happen if he lived. Or not. And, as he cocked the gun again, he but glanced at the love of his life.

Shakily, he raised the gun to the side of his head. 

It hurt him. She looked so broken and sad. And yet, so beautiful. He was certain he was in love with her the moment he first laid eyes on her. How could he not? Her doe eyes, crying or not, were stunning. So was her quiet giggles. So was the way she nuzzled against him when they cuddled each night. She was the vision of perfection. An angel.

And he was just some shitbag that was living in an undeserved paradise.

The guilt hit him all at once. He watched, though, as Y/n reached limply in his direction. However, she hardly tried. There was banging sounding from the front door, and people were shouting. It was about to burst down. And it was Billy’s last chance to do what was right.

At least he could die happy, looking at the most perfect woman in the world.

And, as the front door burst down, he pulled the trigger.

[reareaotaku]

I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend, I Wanna Kiss Your Lips

Summary: Ever since the incident where Mike patched you up, things have been different. You didn't know how to feel or what to say, but everyone around you can see that you two have changed Pairings: Yandere! [Aged Up!] Mike Wheeler x Fem! Reader Tw: Enemies to Lovers, Nicknames Pt 1: I Loathe You

Things were different now; You know, between you and Mike. You didn't know how to describe it, but it wasn't a bad feeling- but it wasn't a good feeling either. It was just... Well, weird, because you two had never gotten along. It was nice to not always be fighting though, especially at work.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You snapped out of it, looking up at Mike, who was looming over you, looking at you concerned. "Uh-Yeah- Yeah, I-uh yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a little out of it."

"Yeah," You crossed your arms, avoiding eye contact with him, "Everything's fine."

"Your arm looks better." He reaches for your arm, lightly caressing the bandaged area. You pull back from him, which causes him to frown. He sighs, looking around the empty restaurant, before looking back at you. "Come on, let's close up and I'll drive you."

The drive was quiet... To quiet. You wanted to speak up, say something- anything, but the words couldn't leave your mouth. Everything you wanted to say stuck in your throat, practically burning your tongue, but it wouldn't come out. You looked over at him, but his eyes were focused on the dark road and that's when you realized he was heading in the wrong direction.

"Um, Mike, I'd hate to be a backseat driver, but I think you missed the turn to my house."

"We're not going to your house."

You frowned, looking around the car, before grabbing the door handle and looking at him a little confused, "What?"

He pulls to the side of the road and parks the car, before finally looking at you, "I just wanted to talk to you. You're acting weird."

"Weird? I'm not acting weird."

He frowns, turning in his seat, "I made fun of you when you dropped a person's drink and you just said 'Yeah, I should be more careful,' in a monotone voice."

"Monotone? That's a big word, huh?"

"See, like that. You said it in that voice. Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" You shake your head, "No- I mean, uh I don't know... This is weird, you know?"

"What's weird?"

Was he playing stupid? He completely took a 180 from how you used to act together in less than 24 hours. It was giving you whiplash. Maybe you were thinking about it too much? I mean why can't you two be friends? It just felt kind of rushed... You felt a stinging sensation on your arm and looked at the now bloody bandages. You grimaced, reaching for it smearing the blood on your fingers.

"Have you been changing your bandages?"

You look at Mike like he's grown a second head. He probably didn't seriously mean the question and it came out when seeing the blood. You tilt your head, before frowning, "No, Mike, I'm not. Why would I do that?"

"Sorry, it was a dumb question," He sighs while rolling his eyes. "Why is there blood though. Here, give me your arm." He doesn't give you a chance to even think about what he said as he pulls you towards him and slowly removes the bandages.

"Why are you taking the bandages off? You don't have new ones-"

"Actually-" He lets go of your arm, opening the glove box, and there was a wrapped bandage much to your surprise. "I do. Here," He grabs your arm back and finishes unraveling the bandage.

"Wow, I never expected you to be prepared."

"Well, when you're always getting attacked by monsters, you kind of have to become prepared for everything."

You were going to tell him he's changed, that he was different, but before the words could leave your mouth, there was a sharp pain in your arm.

"Your wound reopened."

"Oh, is that what happened?"

He glares up at you, before unraveling the new bandages. "It might have happened at work or something... You're lucky I had bandages."

"The luckiest." You sarcastically respond, which just causes him to groan.

He grips your hand and pulls you towards him. "I don't know why you're acting like this. I'm trying, like really trying. I want us to be friends and I don't want to fight with you anymore. Believe it or not, I do care about you... I just... uh, I guess I never realized it until recently. I wish you would stop trying to push me away."

"Well, it's going to take time to be friends. We've fought for so long."

He rubs his thumb against where he had gripped you, before looking towards his steering wheel, "Yeah.. Time. How can we be friends over time if you just push me away though?"

"I don't push you away." You try and justify, but you knew it was true. There was a part of you that was scared that he was just pretending to be nice, so that you'd let your guard down and he could make you into a big joke. "I just... How am I supposed to know you're not going to make me into some big joke."

"Oh yeah," He rolls his eyes, before pointing at himself, "I, the guy part of possible the biggest loser club in the world with a shirt that tells the world that, am going to embarrass YOU," He points to you, "A girl who has more friends than I've ever had. Even if I was, who would I embarrass you infront of? Everyone hates me-"

"Everyone doesn't hate you. They just think you're weird."

"Well," He turns in his seat, facing the wheel again, "Maybe I like being weird."

"Yeah, I've always liked that about you. You are unapologetically yourself."

You could see the small smile rise on his face and it made you smile to yourself.

He clicks his tongue, his eyes wandering the car, "You know... I've always liked your hair- and eyes." He quickly says, messing with his hands.

You tsk, chuckling under your breath, "I like your hair too, even if most people don't like mullets," You then reach around and grab his hand, "And your hands. God I love your hands, they're so pretty. And your legs. I like how long they are."

He laughs and you blush feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Man, take me home-"

"What, you don't want to tell me more about how much you like my body?"

"Not necessarily your body." You quickly back track and Mike makes a sound of offense. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah? How did you mean it?"

"I don't know..." You laugh. "Now take me home, seriously. My dad's probably worried."

"Okay, Princess, whatever you want."

[floatyflowers]

Yandere Jason Carver x Reader

You are Eddie Munson's younger sister which makes you an easy target to your brother's enemies especially after what happened to Chrissy.

An easy target for Jason Carver.

But when Jason comes to your truck house all angry, trying to demand answers about your brother's whereabouts.

He's shocked to see you.

An innocent timide girl, dressed in modest clothes.

He can't believe that you are even related to Eddie, someone who he believes to be a satanist.

"H-how may I help you?"

The stutter assures that you are indeed shy and nervous.

Lucas prepared himself to stop Jason from attacking you with words and questions

But surprisingly, the blond smiles gently at you.

His friends can't believe the change of attitude.

"May I ask some questions? It's totally fine if you don't want to answer any of them"

Yup, the change of attitude is starting to scare his friends.

You would invite them in, and answer the questions truthfully.

Especially the one about your brother's whereabouts, because you don't really know anything about it.

Jason would only stare at you as you speak, feeling like he's staring at an angel.

An angel, he is going to turn into his future wife after he graduates.

"I'm sorry about what happened to Chrissy, she seemed like a sweet girl, but I assure you that Eddie is innocent"

Instead of getting angry at your words, Jason smiles.

"Thank you for cooperating, and here's my house number, if anything happens, you can call me"

The moment Jason leaves and you shut the door, his friends swirm him with questions.

"What was that back there, man?"

"You do realise that she is Eddie's younger sister?"

"(Y/n) also has a boyfriend"

Jason glares at his friends, causing them to shut up, allowing him to speak.

"Listen, (Y/n) is in deep danger with Eddie around, he might come back and pollute her mind with his satanic ideas"

Lucas realises what is going on, and what is going to happen.

"Therefore, I have decided to keep her safe"

In other words, he's going to kidnap you.

And scare your boyfriend away in his own ways.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Sad Story

Pairing: Dark Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You and Billy have a fight but he knows exactly the right cards to play to make you come back to him. 

WARNINGS: Emotional Manipulation; Toxic Relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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A knock on your window makes you jump on the bed. Who the hell knocks on windows in the middle of the night? 

Slowly approaching the window, you can’t see anything from outside with the curtain until  you hear Billy’s voice, pleading with you to open the window. 

“C’mon, baby. I just want to make things right, okay? I want to apologize.” he sounds truthful but you hesitate for a moment, biting your lip.

Earlier you got into an argument with him, all over the fact that he was too possessive of you. You don't appreciate being treated like an object but Billy struggled to understand that and it made things worse.

He yelled awful things, claiming you’re his possession and nothing else. That made you upset enough to skip school in order to avoid seeing him. 

“I don’t want to talk. Just go home, Billy.” you exclaim. taking a peek at the window. 

“I’m not leaving until we talk this through. So, you either let me up or I’m staying here all night.” you almost groan in annoyance, but you remember to keep quiet as your parents are sleeping.

You take a peek at the window and notice how Billy is precariously hanging on the window so you immediately open the window, afraid of him falling down. 

“Gosh, took you long enough, babe.” he climbs over the window, crashing into the room with a loud noise and you take a finger to your lips, indicating him to be silent. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I love you, okay? So, don’t be mad at me.” he whispers. You both share an awkward look as you’re still resentful of his actions.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, looking at him with a blank face and for a moment, his eyes flash with anger but it’s gone the very next moment. He mindlessly rubs a hand into his hair, biting his lip. 

“I guess I went overboard with it. I was just…afraid, you know? That you’d abandon me, like my mom did.” he looks to the ground as he says those words, his eyes shining with tears and you feel like you’ve been punched on the face.

You almost forgot about his bad childhood and all the problems he has with his dad. How he was abandoned by his mom. 

You throw yourself into Billy’s arms, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Oh, Billy. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I swear I won’t leave you, I was just upset but I’d never abandon you, I promise.” you declare, all of your previous irritation evaporated. 

What you don’t see is Billy’s smirk, satisfied that his sob story managed to make you go back to him. 

[berry-loves-yandere]

Saccharine pt.2

Yandere Stranger Things characters with an overly sweet darling headcanons:

Characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationships, delusional characters, manipulation, bullying, drug mention

Steve Harrington:

❤️  He would probably ask his darling out on a date once he notices their sweet attitude

❤️ Even if they don’t end up dating Steve acts as if they are

❤️ Would tell people they’re dating to keep them away from his darling

❤️ He’d always be super nice to his darling as well and do things that friends and couples do

❤️ Would be extremely touchy and clingy

❤️ Over-protective crossing into possessive behaviour

❤️ Since his darling is kind to everyone, including people who are rude to them or hurt them, Steve envisions himself as a knight in shining armour saving his darling

❤️ If his darling is uncomfortable around Steve, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Steve takes advantage of that

❤️ In his desperation to protect his darling, he would probably kidnap them

❤️ Even after kidnapping his darling, he would never be cruel to them and shower them with love and affection

Nancy Wheeler:

📝  Would become good friends with her darling due to her enjoying their kind nature

📝 After her break up with Steve and all of the crazy stuff happening in Hawkins that she’s involved in, she’d probably find comfort in her sweet and caring darling who has a normal life

📝 (If darling was male) She would only date Jonathan if her darling was dating someone else at the time

📝 (If darling is female or other) She would date Jonathan because dating her darling wouldn’t be socially acceptable

📝 When she dates Jonathan, all she can imagine is her darling and how her darling would act on dates 

📝 Would sometimes slip up and almost call Jonathan by her darling’s name

📝 After the July 4th incident, she would check to see if her darling was one of the people who got added to the Mind Flayer’s physical form

📝 Once the Byers + Eleven move to Lenora, Nancy becomes a bit more clingy with her darling

📝 She would likely begin to try to manipulate her darling into having feelings for her

📝 After the events of season 4, she makes sure her darling isn’t injured in any way, shape or form

📝 When Jonathan returns, she pretends to be happy but is actually pissed off since he would be slowing or stopping her plans to finally confess to her darling

Jonathan Byers:

📸  First meeting would most likely be his darling felt bad seeing Jonathan by himself all the time and assigned themselves to be his friend

📸 His darling would offer to help put up posters for Will when he went missing which definitely warmed Jonathan’s heart

📸  During the entire duration of Will’s disappearance and death, Jonathan’s darling would probably be similar to an emotional support animal for him

📸  Eventually when Jonathan and Nancy start dating, he isn’t yet sure of his feelings for his darling but they’re solidified when he sees his darling kissing someone who isn’t him

📸 Throughout his relationship with Nancy, he would picture his darling in her place 

📸 He’d stalk and take pictures of his darling without them knowing

📸 If they had a movie night and his darling fell asleep, he would sneak off to grab his camera and start taking pictures of their sleeping body

📸 When he moves to Lenora with his family, he would call his darling every day

📸 Would beg  request his darling to fly over to Lenora to visit him during summer vacation or winter break or spring break, knowing that his darling is too nice to decline

📸 If he’s ever stoned around his darling, he’d accidentally confessed his true feelings for them which causes some tension that Jonathan ignores 

📸 Even if his darling is uncomfortable around Jonathan, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Jonathan takes advantage of that

Billy Hargrove:

🚬 Definitely irritated by their sweet nature at first since they’d always be doing things like helping people with homework or handing out cookies and Billy takes that as sympathy, which he despises

🚬 If his darling begins giving him more attention than others, he’ll be pissed since he’ll think that his darling considers him weak

🚬 Would probably bully his darling for a while until their sweet personality grows on him

🚬 He’d then have others beat up his darling and he’d pretend to be a knight in shining armour then help patch them up afterwards

🚬 He has love-hate feelings for his darling since he despises sympathy but adores his darling’s care

🚬  After fights with his father, he’d probably go to his darling, wanting to be patched up, which his darling would do without hesitation 

🚬 After a while, he’d love their kindness and crave their affection

🚬 But Billy would also be very jealous since his darling shows kindness to everyone, including people he deems unworthy of it

🚬 Billy would totally kidnap his darling using chloroform when his jealousy reacts it’s peak level

🚬 He would try not to be like his father but might actually hurt his darling during a fit of rage

Robin Buckley:

🎺 Robin would instantly be head over heels for a super sweet darling

🎺 Her darling would definitely listen as Robin would ramble about different subjects, which Robin adores

🎺 They’re probably in band together and Robin’s darling would visit Robin at Scoops Ahoy

🎺 Robin also listens intently to everything her darling would say

🎺 She probably has Steve try to help her figure out if her darling is sapphic or not

🎺 After the whole July 4th incident and Robin and Steve getting new jobs at Family Video, Robin and her darling’s friendship improves since they can spend more time together without Robin having to go somewhere to attend to a customer

🎺 Would accidentally confess her feelings to her darling in a ramble

Eddie Munson:

🎸 Very shocked at first since everyone considers him and his friends ‘freaks’

🎸 Would adore the kind attention they give him and even though he would never admit it, it’s extremely obvious

🎸 He would melt at their compliments about his guitar skills or the campaign he’s writing

🎸 He’d be super clingy and try to always have his darling around him

🎸 Eddie would love having his darling listen to him as he rambles about Metallica or other metal bands

🎸 Eddie would have his darling watch his band ‘Corroded Coffin’ practice since he knew they’d give supportive and sweet feedback

🎸 Would give his darling a ticket to every gig that Corroded Coffin has

🎸 He would do things that could be considered platonic or romantic, like wrapping an arm around his darling’s shoulders or holding their hand

🎸 If he did get really jealous, he’d probably drug and kidnap his darling

[mo0nfairy]

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.

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere Mike Wheeler headcanon

~ It is manipulative. He doesn't hesitate to manipulate to get what he wants and get his way.

~ Another characteristic is that he has an obsessive nature. So once he sees you, he starts to become obsessed. His obsession gets deeper day by day.

~ Is a bully to other people who wastes your time and distracts you. He especially does not hesitate to bully his opponents.

~ It has a sticky nature. So you have to spend most of your time with him. He literally clings to your hip and refuses to move away from you.

~ He is overprotective of you. He is trying to protect you from anyone and anything that could harm you in the slightest way. Their protective behavior prevents others from approaching you.

~ He uses gaslighting, a form of manipulation. This allows him to gain power and control over you.

~ He has a savior complex. He always wants to be your savior. He's trying to be your white knight.