Peter YB (Part 2!) || I'm Still Yours (REUPLOAD)

You approached Monica's office and knocked on the door. Her usual 'in-session' plaque wasn't on the door, so she must be free right now. She opens the door. "Y/n! We don't have another session for another week, don't we?" She raises a brow. "Oh, trust me, once we're done talking I don't think I'll have another session period. You growl, entering and sitting down. Monica looks worried.

"What's the matter?" She asks, acting stupid. "You have a patient that happens to be a good friend of mine." You start off. She looks even more worried now. "Ian told me you told him about my private life. Luckily, he already knows. But that doesn't glorify it." You say, harshly. "Y/n, I have no idea who or what you're talking about." She shrugs. "I think you should leave." She says, opening the door for you. "Either you give me a refund, or I tell your managers, my lawyers, and if the circumstances change, the police." You say, almost acting like a Karen. You walk out and head back into your car.

You let out a sigh.

"Oh well. The day should get better once I head over to Stan's." You say, keeping upbeat. You drive around the route of his address listing and see a thicket of woods. "Strange.." You mutter, driving down a dirt road. You kept driving until you saw a small house, clean and fresh, with a familiar white van in front of it. You step out. You see a mailbox, and it has the same zip code as the one on the napkin. "This is the place.." You mutter, walking up to the porch. You knock on the door.

You hear footsteps, and Stan opens the door. He smiles. "Great! You didn't stand me up." He jokes, smiling. You laugh. "Come in!" He says, moving out of the way so you can enter. "Thank you for inviting me." You say, taking off your coat. "So...I rented out a couple of movies. I have no clue if you'll like any, but I have Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, and a couple more." He says. "Great! I like those movies." You reassure him, sitting down on the couch. "Great!" He says, heading over to the kitchen and getting something out of the microwave. He sat down next to you with a bag of popcorn in hand. "Thank you for inviting me. All of my Halloweens are boring." You laugh. "Why is that?" He asks. "I never do anything. But I can tell this will be fun." You smile, eating a handful of popcorn. He smiles.

As the movie plays, you start to doze off. You rest your head on Stan's shoulder.

["Stan"'s POV]

I felt her adorable head rest on my shoulder. My heart hasn't beat this quickly in years. My plan is working. And if everything goes accordingly and she behaves well, no one should have to get hurt.

Well, not too badly.

[narration]

You find yourself cuddling him, but you could care less. You feel happiness. He looks down at you, and you look up at him. "I'm sorry-" You apologize, and sit up. "Oh! No, you're fine. Continue." He says, his voice getting quieter and quieter. His hand reaches for your chin, and you look at one another. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing this on the second date.." You groan, rubbing your temple. "Y/n, really, I don't mind." He says. You sigh. Could you calm down? You're fine. why are you acting like this? "I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me." You say, relaxing again. You feel your phone vibrate. "Give me one moment." You say, sitting up and noticing you were getting a call from Lucy.

"Hello?" You ask. "Hey! Just a heads up, I'm going to be at a party tonight. I'll be home tomorrow." She explains and immediately hangs up. You flop back down on the couch and roll back into Peter's arms. A part of you feels the same rush of joy you did with, obviously, Peter. You feel that same happiness that grew around him long before you knew what a monster he was. You felt so safe. You don't have to do anything to please Stan. Really, neither with Peter, but Stan feels different and the exact copy of Peter at the same time.

I mean, wasn't that what you were looking for? Obviously, minus the crazy maniac that kills your family members? Not like you have any left for him to kill.

"I hope you wouldn't mind if I...perhaps...stayed over for the night?" You ask.

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