His Obsession (YB Peter x Reader)

Day 1: The Park

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 Hello, readers! Some of you may know me just from this book, or maybe you read some of my others pieces. If you know me from my other pieces, you know I am not much for writing anything super crazy or sexual, but this book is going to contain some 18+ themes (some of them being rape, sex, gore, etc). If you are NOT 18 or older, please refrain from reading this book. I know some of you will do it anyway, but I would really rather you not. This will be one of, if not the only, types of books I write like this. Thank you for listening and (hopefully) abiding by this claim. This is not only a request by me, but also the creator of YB. Thank you for reading, and enjoy the road ahead of you!

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The bag in your hands filled with trash reeked of different smells that were never meant to mix, causing you to feel nauseous just by holding it. The dumpster behind the diner sat closed, your arms aching as you lifted the lid and threw the grotesque bag in. You looked back at the door you had just come from, seeing TK smirking within its frame. They were always like this, watching you as you suffered to do your daily tasks, never once holding out their hand to help. You began walking back to them, talking to them in an aggravated tone.

"Thanks for the help. What would I do without you?"

They let out a small chuckle as they held the door open for you as you walked in.

"Probably die."

As you entered, you quickly began untying your apron, throwing it onto a metal hook that sat near the entrance to the kitchen. It was an ugly, old thing, red covering the entire apron besides the middle section, which was just a plain white. Seeing those colors began to disgust you as the days went on, getting sick of seeing the same two colors every day. You walked out of the kitchen and past the counter, heading towards the door, trying to exit this Hell as quickly as you could. You pushed your hand against the metal bar on the door to open it, hearing TK yell to you as you walked out.

"Don't be late tomorrow!"

You groaned to yourself as you heard the chime of the door closing. Today was rough, despite the fact that there were little to no customers that showed up to the Diner. There never was.

The road home, though lined with stores, was lonely. Occasionally you'd glance into the big shop windows, sometimes not even seeing anyone behind the counter. It was only around 5 p.m., so the emptiness of the area had nothing to do with what time it was. Your eyes caught a flower shop near the corner of the road. Even though you weren't interested in buying anything, there was no harm in stopping just to appreciate the flowers.

As you entered the store, you were immediately greeted with the embracing smell of nature's finest flowers. They had every flower, from Sunflowers to Lilacs. Though the bright, colorful flowers were pretty, your eyes were caught on a barrel of roses that sat neatly near the checkout counter. Their petals were the deepest red you had ever seen, their thorns a fair warning to anyone who tried to touch them. Roses always felt like a symbol of love to you, but maybe that's why you had never received them. You rarely ever spent time dating, and that was completely okay with you. More important things often occupied your thoughts, like rent, your shitty roommate, and finding a better paying job.

You spent a few more seconds looking at the flowers before finally deciding you should continue home. The door to the shop creaked as you pushed it open, leaving the building with the aroma of roses following you. The winding road home felt painfully long. All you wanted was to go to sleep.

When you finally arrived home, you headed towards your apartment room door, struggling to get your key to unlock the door. Sometimes it felt as though the door jammed on purpose, as to mock that even walking into your own home was going to be a challenge. Eventually, after a few more attempts at turning the key, it finally opened. You walked inside, immediately smelling a horrid stench emitting from Lucy's room.