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henrywintersslut · 2 years

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you know you want me, baby

plot: you just finished university and started your first work in, what you think, is a hospital. when peter first sees you he just knows that he has to have you. and who are you to deny him…

warnings: degrading, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!), oral (f receiving), slight public (people walking by), slight sub&dom dynamic, age gap (peter is 31 and reader is 23), humiliation kink, slight praise, orgasm denial, overstimulation, slight bondage, size kink (?)

words: 4,1k

notes: hi guys! this is actually my first time ever writing smut! i would love some feedback! also english is not my first language! enjoy!

tbh, i don’t give a fuck if you’re a minor, what can i say? we all get horny

when you first walked into the hospital where you would be working from now on, you were quite perplex.

you expected to see lots of old people, or at least adults. but there were only kids. kids with buzzcuts, all wearing the same clothes, if you could call those white and grey dotted hospital gowns clothes, and all of them looking rather healthy, upset and numb but healthy, considering that they were in a hospital.

at first you thought that you were in the kids wing of the hospital. what made you doubt this assumption was that there were no clouds, rainbows and animals drawn on the walls like there would usually be in the kids wing.

as you walked down the hallway you noticed that every door had one number printed on it. at the very beginning of the hallway the numbers started, or more like ended, with the number 012. and at the end of the hallway the numbers ended with number 002. you weren’t exactly sure why there wasn’t a number one and were just about to ask one of the women walking past you, who you assumed were other nurses, why there wasn’t 001 anywhere but out of the corner of your eye you could see Dr.Brenner walking towards you.

you turned to him, a dazzling smile on your lips, which Dr.Brenner returned. “Hello, Ms Y/L/N. Already making yourself familiar with your new workplace?”. You gave him a nod and walked towards him, “I have a few questions to this place though”. Dr.Brenner nodded and motioned for you to follow him, “let’s talk about this in my office.”.

you walked after him while looking at every door you were passing to see if any of the doors were room 001. (no they weren’t. door 001 was nowhere to be found.)

shortly after you and Dr.Brenner walked into a fairly big room, which must be his office. Dr.Brenner sat down behind a big white desk, motioning for you to take the seat opposite to him. you sat down and looked around, scanning his office, memorising every single detail in the room. when your eyes are fixed on Dr.Brenner again he begins to talk, “so, you said that you had a few questions, Ms Y/L/N?”.

you nod, “yeah well, first of all, is this a kids hospital? because while i was walking i could only see kids.”

Dr.Brenner smiles swiftly, “yes, you could call it a kids hospital.”. you smile back at him before stating your next question, “so, why is there no room 001? i’ve been looking at every door, but 001 is nowhere to be found.”

you noticed Dr.Brenner’s shoulders tensing slightly before he answered you, “we don’t have a number one.”

you furrow your brows, “are the numbers kids? why would you-“. you got cut off by a knock at the office door. before you could ask Dr.Brenner to let you finish your question he shouted for the person to come in.

you turned around, and in the doorway stood a handsome, quite tall man in a completely white, flawless satire. he had a dazzling smile on his lips. the man had blonde perfectly styled hair and stunning blue eyes.

Dr.Brenner was the first one to speak, “Mr.Ballard, is there anything i can help you with?”. the man, whose last name is assumingly Ballard walked into the door, not sparing you a glance, but what you didn’t know is that he already saw you, strolling into the ‘hospital’. “No sir, i just wanted to volunteer to show our new nurse around.”. Dr.Brenner nodded and smiled at him before turning to you, “would you like a tour, Ms Y/L/N?”.

you returned Brenner’s smile and nodded, “i would really appreciate that.”. Brenner turned back to Mr.Ballard before speaking, “you two are supposed to call each other by your last names. all the time. but, Mr.Ballard’s full name is Peter Ballard.”

Dr.Brenner turned back to you and smiled, “if you want to ask me any other questions, you know where to find me.”

and with this sentence Peter offered you his hand. you smiled at him and happily accepted his hand and got out of the chair.

you two walked out of the office together and you turned to him after the door closed behind you two, “so, why you, Mr.Ballard?”.

he turned to you and shook his head, “i don’t understand. why me?”.

you chuckled, “why did you volunteer to show me around?”. Peter smiled, “can’t a man be a gentleman these days?”.

you smiled at him before turning to looks at the doors he pointed to.

after 30 minutes of pointing at doors and explaining where to find which nurse at which time you finally built up the courage to ask him how old he is.

he turned to you and sighed, “we aren’t supposed to talk about this. we’ll get in trouble when we know more about each other than absolutely necessary for our job.”.

you pouted and shook your head, “but Dr.Brenner told me your first name, even though i don’t need it.”

peter scratched at invisible dirt at his pants, mumbling under his breath, “i’m 31”. your eyes widened slightly before you smiled, “you look younger, Mr.Ballard. well, since you already broke the rule, why shouldn’t i? i’m 23.”

peter’s head snapped up to look at you, “you’re quite young, Ms Y/L/N.” you chuckled and looked up at him, giving him your best angry expression, “are you saying that i look *old*?”. peter looked at you with a bewildered expression, “no, no i-i didn’t mean that! i just meant that-“. peter’s rambling was cut off by your laughter, “you’re so cute. this was a joke, pretty boy.”.

you reached up to pat his shoulder and walked off, not before turning back to him and giving him your a sickly sweet smile and a slight wave.

and this was the moment when peter knew that he had to have you. he had to be the one to make this cockiness of yours turn into pure submission.

submission to him.

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later that day you laid on your bed in your new room, smiling to yourself. you were quite happy with yourself, you had gotten to know everyone and the kids were already really fond of you.

you rolled onto your stomach and grabbed your book from your nightstand, deciding that you would read a little bit before going to sleep.

you were an hour into your reading when your door opened and closed soon after with a quiet ‘thud’. you turned your head to see peter standing in your room.

you were about to say something to him, ask him why he’s here, but peter put his finger to his lips and shook his head.

you sat up in bed and peter walked over to your bed. he placed his hands softly, oh so softly, on your shoulders, leaning down to your face. “can i kiss you?” he whispered, so close to your lips that you could taste his breath.

you were shocked but you nodded your head anyways and his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds. you returned the kiss rather softly compared to his feverish kissing.

peter bit down on your bottom lip making you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. while his tongue explored your mouth he guided you backwards onto the mattress.

after a few minutes you pulled away, panting and peter moved down to kiss your neck. while you were trying to catch your breath peter found your sweet spot and started nibbling and sucking at it which made you let out a strained moan.

peter smiled and moved further down to your collarbone, his eyes fluttering up to yours, searching for any kind of discomfort.

he’s satisfied to see that your mouth is slightly agape and your brows are furrowed. “please let me take your shirt off, y/n.”. you bit your lip and looked at him, nodding your head.

peter didn’t waste a second before he started unbuttoning your shirt. he let out a groan when he saw your lacy white bra.

all of peter’s prayers were finally heard. they sent him his rescuing angel.

he pressed a few small kisses in the valley of your breasts while fondling with your breasts. his thumb brushed over your nipple and he felt you shudder, making him chuckle. “so sensitive for me, sweetheart?”.

he guided his hand under the small of your back, slightly pressing you upwards to show you that he wants you to arch your back. you did as he wishes and he reached behind you to undo your bra. the moment your tits were free peter began nibbling, suckling and even slighty biting at your right nipple while twisting and pulling the other one with his hand.

you let out a breathy moan and burried your hands in his hair, pulling his soft blonde locks softly.

peter took his mouth off your nipple, a soft ‘pop’ being heard in the room. he gives you a crooked grin, which made your heart flutter with adoration, before moving over to your other nipple, doing the same thing he just did to your right nipple.

after a while he got bored of that little game of his and decided to suckle at the soft flesh under the swell of your breasts, leaving purple and red splotches all over your breasts.

when he was satisfied with the marks he left on you, and how sensitive and puffy your nipples were he started kissing down your stomach.

his fingers curled around the waistband of your brandnew uniform skirt, only raising his eyes swiftly to yours to search for your approval.

you nodded, your eyes watching his every movement as he slowly, teasingly pulled down your skirt. a smirk slowly creeped up his lips as he saw that you weren’t only wearing matching panties to your bra, but there was a stain of your arousal right in front of him.

he tsked at you and shook his head, “you’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? so desperate for me that you’re fucking soaking yourself, embarrassing.”.

but in fact, he didn’t find it embarrassing at all, it only made his painfully hard errection grow even harder, if that was even possible.

he was contemplating to just give in to the urge to rock pathetically into the duvets.

peter looked up at you while tracing the outline of your pussy through your panties, “mhh, let me make you feel good, angel.”

you looked down at him and took a shaky breath. you looked into his eyes which were now no longer the dazzling blue from earlier, but a darker shade which showed you just how much he wanted you. you were just about to nod when you heard quiet talking outside, your eyes snapping to the door immediately.

it was that moment that you realised what you were doing.

it was one thing to disobey the rule of knowing each other better than you’re allowed to by telling each other how old you are, but this? you two definitely shouldn’t do this.

you looked down at peter with worried eyes, “maybe- maybe we shouldn’t, peter…”. peter just gave you a sweet smile and rested his hands on your stomach, “we won’t get caught, angel. i’m gonna make sure we don’t get caught. and besides, you shouldn’t feel ashamed of what makes you feel good. now, please let me taste you.”

you looked down at him and nearly moaned out loud when you saw the desperation etched into his gorgeous features and the way his lustful eyes kept flickering between your pussy and your eyes.

you bit your lip and nodded softly, “o-okay”, peter smiled at you and pressed a grateful kiss to your thigh.

peter hooked his fingers under the fabric of your panties and pulled them down. he let out a quiet groan when your glistening folds were exposed to him.

he pulled your panties off your legs and pocketed them without your notice.

for later times of desperation, he told himself.

peter took his thumb and spread your pussy lips to see your dripping hole. “you’re such a messy girl, aren’t you? i’ve barely even touched you and you’re dripping” he smirked and circled your hole with the tip of his pointer.

your hips bucked towards him and he stopped every kind of movement and pressed the palm of his hand onto your abdomen.

“stay still or i will leave you here like this, dripping and whining desperately for someone to touch you. just like a bitch in heat.”

you whimpered and shook your head, “please touch me, peter.”. his head slowly bent further down to give you a last chance to push him away. but when you whined and pulled at his hair he let any kind of guard he ever had up, down and licked a bold stripe up your pussy with the flat of his tongue.

you leaned your head into the pillow and bit the soft cushion to prevent any kind of noise that’d may escape your mouth as peter started giving your clit a few little kittenlicks.

soon, peter got tired of teasing and started nibbling and sucking at your clit. you moaned into the pillow and arched your back.

peter’s eyes flicked up to find yours staring at him intensly. you felt his perfect lips curve into a smirk as your hole fluttered when his eyes met yours.

peter focused on your pussy again and pushed his tongue into your hole, letting out a moan against you which made you shudder from the vibrations.

you let out a strained moan “p-peter… ple-ase…let me make you feel- oh fuck…- good too..”

peter’s eyes flicked up to yours, he popped his mouth off your clit for a moment just to mumble a “feeling so good when i’m buried between your thighs, angel…” before diving in again and starting to suck and nibble at your clit harder and more urgently while sneaking a finger inside of your throbbing hole.

you threaded your fingers through his curls and bit your lip while bucking your hips onto his face. peter watched you intently while suckling at your clit.

he slowly sunk another finger inside of you and felt you squeeze his fingers tighter. your eyes fell shut and you let a very audible moan slip through before you clasped your own hand over your mouth.

you’ve obviously had sex before, but nothing compared to this. peter was so skilled that you were seeing stars already and he was barely eating you out for ten minutes.

“‘m close… so close, peter!” you suddenly chimed up, your voice slightly pitched due to your nearly graspable orgasm.

only a few more seconds, you already saw it dangling before you… so close…

suddenly peter pulled away and gave you a sadistic smile that quickly turned into a faux pout. he leaned down and gave your clit a last gentle kiss which made you jolt before he leaned up to your ear and whispered; “so close… yet so far”.

he chuckled and pulled your bottom lip out of it’s pout. “don’t look at me like that, angel. you’ll get to cum soon enough.”

with that peter kneeled on the bed and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. you scrambled to get up too to take his belt off before he, not so gently, pushed you back on the bed.

“you’ve gotten no permission to touch me, as far as i remember, slut.”

as so often your own body and your dirty dirty mind betrayed you and you just had to rub your thighs together which made peter let out a taunting laugh. “what a desperate little thing you are, angel. don’t worry, i’ll teach you manners soon enough.”

he kept unbuttoning his shirt agonisingly slow and when it was finally off your eager eyes practically devoured him alive. you scanned every inch of skin that you were able to see so carefully, you were sure you could make out every single pore.

but what your lust clouded mind didn’t notice was a little tattoo at his left wrist. just a black splotch from far away that every clearthinking person would’ve noticed.

well, you weren’t clearthinking anymore. the only thing you could think about was how handsome peter is and the itch between your legs.

you didn’t register that peter took any more clothing items off until he hovered over you again. “turn around” were the words he whispered next.

you flipped yourself over onto your stomach and peter pulled your hips up into the air. he grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back before a smooth leather band held them together.

his belt.

before you could react you could feel his hips grinding against your ass and his warm back leaning over yours.

his hot breath hit your ear as he whispered “you think you can take me, angel?”. you nodded eagerly into the pillows and whined. “yes yes… please, peter…”

he placed a kiss on your cheek before sitting up on his heels and giving his cock a few pumps. you crained your neck to look at him and let out a soft moan at the sight.

his hair was messy from your pulling on it earlier, his lips puffy from eating you out and his eyebrows pulled together in cause of the tiniest friction of his cock after it being neglected for so long.

he guided his tip towards your leaking entrance and slid his cock up and down your messy cunt a few times before returning to your entrance.

peter placed a hot palm on your lower back and rubbed some reassuring figures on the soft skin. “you ready, angel?”.

you gave him a nod and looked back at him again. “yes, yes ‘m ready!”, you said eagerly.

peter leaned down and gave you a soft peck on the lips before pushing your head back into the pillows.

peter guided his cock slowly into you and groaned loudly when he bottomed out. he stayed still for a minute before starting to grind his hips against your ass.

you moaned into the pillows when peter finally started to thrust into you. his hips pulling away and snapping forward at a steadily building pace.

you bucked your hips back towards him and muffled your moans in the pillows, along with your pleads for him to go faster.

by the time peter was thrusting into you hard and fast like you wanted from the beginning on, you were already close again in cause of your sensitivity from your orgasm being taken away so close to the peek.

if it weren’t for peter holding your hips up and slamming them towards his you would’ve long ago collapsed on the bed.

you turned your head to look at peter with pleading eyes. he looked down at you and cocked his head with a faux pout; “what is it, angel? are you close, hmm?”

you nodded and stuttered out a broken yes, your legs twitching from your impending orgasm. peter kept his pout on and tried to hide the evil smile behind it; “y’gonna have to hold it, angel. gonna have to wait f’me to cum.”

you groaned frustratedly and snapped your eyes shut.

to make matters worse peter reached a hand down and started playing with your clit. your eyes flew open and looked at him with frustrated tears prickling in your eyes.

“p-please let me cum, peter…”; peter shook his head disappointingly and pulled his lips down into a frown. “you’re such a greedy slut, aren’t you? can’t even wait for me to cum with you.”

you moaned loudly as your hips started jerking back to his, “please, peter…”. he gave you another disappointment look but whispered ‘cum’.

you let out a string of thank you’s while your legs now trashed under you and you came around peter’s cock.

when you came down from your orgasm you noticed that peter was still pumping into you. you whined and tries to squirm away from him; “stop, peter. ‘s too much… already came!”

peter let out a low grunt and kept slamming his hips into yours. “well too bad that i didn’t cum yet. you gotta wait for me to be finished with you, angel. i will stop when i feel like it.”

you lowered your head back into the pillows your whole body jerking from aftershocks and overstimulation.

you felt peter’s grip tighten on your hips and hus thrusts getting more eratic. “oh, angel, ‘m gonna fill you up so good… you’ll never even think about another man.”

you whined and bucked your hips against his; “please, peter… need y’cum!”. peter gripped onto your hair with one hand and pulled your head up, he leaned down and hissed into your ear “tell me how badly you want my cum, angel.”

you moaned loudly, uncaring if anybody heard at this point and bucked your hips again. “need it so bad, peter. wanna have y’babies. please fill me up… needa feel full.”

peter groaned and threw his head back, “such a dirty slut you are. pretending to be a good innocent girl meanwhile you are begging me to fill you up. dirty, dirty girl.”

peter hips jerked into you erraticly a few times before you felt his hot cum shooting into you.

you squeezed for eyes shut and stiffled a moan at the unknown feeling. peter’s hips jerked a few more times while he came down from his orgasm before he pulled out.

he unbuckled the belt from around your wrists and kissed the sore red spots of where the belt strained against your wrists.

he grabbed onto your hips softly and turned you onto your back. as soon as you could see him you gave him a tired smile which he returned.

he leaned down to press a soft kiss onto your sweaty forehead and brush a few strands of hair from your face. “such a good little angel for me.”

you smiled at the praise and crained your head to peck peter’s lips. his hands were carresing the red fingertip prints on your hips before one hand trailed lower.

you felt his fingers inside of you before your brain could catch up with what was happening. your hips tried to jerk away from his touch but he held them down firmly.

peter looked away from his fingers stuffed into your cunt to look up at you. “shh, angel. ‘s alright, just gotta make sure that all of my cum stays inside of you.”

he gave you a soft smile and fucked his fingers into you a few more times before he was satisfied with his work.

he pulled his fingers out and tapped your lips with them. “open your mouth and suck my fingers clean, angel”

you opened your mouth and started sucking his fingers obediently while holding eye contact with him. he let out a groan while holding eye contact, “don’t tempt me, angel.”

you popped your mouth of his fingers and he smeared your spit onto your cheek before leaning down to kiss you.

“i’ll be back tomorrow, angel. keep my cum inside you, i’ll check. and i warn you to behave tomorrow and not even think of washing your messy little cunt.” he pecked your lips one last time before he got up to get dressed.

you pouted and watched him get dressed, “y’not gonna cuddle me?”. he turned to look at you and sighed, “i wish i could, angel. but we’re gonna get caught if i stay here for the night.”

you nodded and looked at the clock on your night stand, “are you gonna get back safely?”

he smiled at your concern but he bit his smile back when you looked at him, “i’m not gonna get caught, i promise, angel.”

he leaned down to give you a last peck on the forehead before scrambling out the door.

you curled up under your blankets and smiled happily, the time here could be more fun than you’d imagined.

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001-simp · 2 years

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Peter Ballard | 001 smut + fluffy aftercare ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

"he loved fucking you up like this, making you melt underneath him"

Warnings+summary: Gender-neutral/non-gendered language, female anatomy, PinV, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, spitting, some pet names, begging, abrupt beginning, no real storyline just straight up fucking.

This is the first fanfiction I've written since middle school, don't judge me too harshly or I'll cry ❤️‍🩹

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Peter pulls your hair from behind, using his other hand to grab your hip tightly as he slams into you, bottoming out with nearly every thrust, causing you to whimper underneath him. You gasped as you felt an invisible force putting pressure on your sensitive clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles in your wetness.

His breathing hitched as you reached back, digging your nails into his thighs but it didn't slow him down. He'd never admit it out loud but he liked the pain you inflicted on him. He was ravenous, muttering strings of curse words under his breath as you tighten your grip on his thigh.

You felt him tighten his hand on your hip, yanking your hair back harder, speeding up his already wild thrusts. "God. feels so- fucking good." He stuttered out. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?"

"Cum inside me Peter, please" you whined loudly. this sent him over the edge, head tilted back, hips bucking into you in irregular thrusts, sending tingles through your body as he hit your most sensitive areas. You loosened your grasp, exhausted as he finished inside you.

He pulled his now sensitive cock out, gasping through gritted teeth. He relaxed his grip on your hair but did not let go completely. He guided you by your hair to flip over and spread your legs for him.

He quickly knelt in front of your core and began eating your pussy like he was starving. Swollen lips crashed into your skin as he sucked and licked circles around your clit, sending butterflies and tingles through your core. As you grew closer to your orgasm, your legs couldn't help but try to squeeze shut. You were already sensitive from him fucking you. Peter forced them down with his hands as he continued eating you. "please, please" you said, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair erratically. "Please what, hmm?" he groaned into you. You could practically feel him smirking.

"Please, can I cum?" you blurted without hesitation. Sticking 2 fingers inside you as he stopped licking just to say, "Yes, baby. Cum for me". He thrust his fingers into you just right, curling gently, continuing to lick you and still holding your leg down with his free hand. You exploded under his touch. Uncontrollable waves of pleasure overtook your body as you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. "Hmm, I love seeing you like this" he rasped against the sensitive skin of your pussy, leaving you with one last kiss on your now delicate clit.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, running them over your swollen clit one last time, causing you to whimper and shudder. He loved fucking you up like this, making you melt underneath him.

He crawled over you, grabbing your face by your cheeks. "Open your mouth for me," he said with his now coarse voice. You obeyed immediately, opening wide as he spat in your mouth. You could taste the both of you on your tongue. He chuckled gently, now moving to your neck, kissing you all over. He whispered in your ear with ragged breathing "you did so well, baby", running his hands through your hair for a moment, then leaving a kiss on your cheek

Peter always knew how to make you blush. You kissed him on his sweet, swollen lips with a shy smile, thanking him for taking such good care of you.

The way he praised and cared for you after pummeling your insides was always pure bliss. Peter went to fetch you some fresh cold water and a towel. He lit your favorite candle and asked if you'd like for him to run you a bath. Of course you said yes, so he happily prepared you a nice, warm bath and even carried you to the tub, peppering you with kisses the whole time.

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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Can. I please have Vecna smut?🙏🙏😩

The Clock Strikes Midnight

Vecna x Reader | R-Rated for sexual content and horror themes

Word count: 1.08K

You saw him in your dreams sometimes. He’d come to you in the dead of night and whisper in your ear. Sweet nothings. Promises. And your room would be cold when you woke up. The window would be open just a crack, leaving your curtains to flutter in the autumn breeze. It was strange.

And tonight was no different. You were surely still dreaming. You could feel his hands on your waist. You couldn’t move. You didn’t really want to. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You knew you were special to him. You weren’t like the others.

“You’re truly something, aren’t you, angel?” he murmured into your ear, sweetly, as he traced a finger over your collarbone.

You gasped when his fingers grazed over your nipples. His flat palms ran over your stomach, to the sides of your ribcage. Light and teasing touches. Until a hand cupped your heat and pressed down enough to send a small jolt of electricity through you.

“Such a weak and sensitive thing, to be so willing and offering herself to me in such a … crude manner.”

You arched your back on the bed as you felt phantom fingers brush over your clit. Teasing circles. And gentle pushes. It was too much. And you couldn’t do a thing about it. You tried to push your hips up, seeking more friction. A force pushed you down again, keeping you still.

“Tell me what you want. All you need to do is ask. Is that so hard to do?”

You shook your head and sighed shakily.

“What do you want, angel?”

“I…I want your fingers…inside of me,” you finally got out, humiliation burning bright on your cheeks.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

You almost cried in relief, feeling his fingers inside you, crooking just perfectly into that spot. You clung to your sheets, biting down on your bottom lip, trying to stay as quiet as you could while he touched you. His fingers were so so cold. And yet they made you feel as if you were on fire.

His pace was constant, and unforgiving in nature. And slowly, after what felt like hours, you were left on your bed, asleep, oblivious to the happenings when the clock had struck midnight.

"So, you’ve finally started to notice me, haven’t you darling?"

Your heart leapt into your chest as you started awake. There it was. His voice again. And the headaches…Your lips felt wet. With the brush of your fingertips, you realized you had a nosebleed. You never got nosebleeds…

"Aren’t feeling that bright today, I see. I can fix that…"

You whirled around, your eyes dancing over your dark room. There was no one here. And yet you could still hear him. This had been happening for weeks, and you still couldn’t figure it out.

“Who are you?” you whispered into the darkness; your voice shaky.

A laugh echoed in your head. For a moment he sounded more boyish than terrifying.

"I can show you. But you have to promise to not be scared, alright? Can you do that for me?"

You swallowed thickly and replied with a weak, “Alright.”

No one appeared for quite a while. You thought this man would be a ghost of sorts. But instead, the faint sound of tick tock ticking filled your ears.

The key clicked roughly in your bedroom door, locking you in. The ticking stopped.

"Behind you, sweetheart."

You jumped, his breath on your neck as he spoke. You scrambled to the edge of your bed, blankets tanged at your ankles. A man was now sat on the other end of your bed, hugging one of your pillows to his chest, a smile on his face. He looked…amused?

“Who are you?” you asked again. “Are you some sort of freak?”

“Freak?” he frowned, those blue eyes of his darkening at the insult. “No. I’m not a freak.”

“Are you a ghost then?”

He chuckled at that, putting your pillow back down. “For one,” he said, moving a bit closer to you, “I am not an apparition of any sort.”

At your disbelieving look, he inched towards you, a hand outstretched. “There. Touch my hand, if you are so doubtful.”

You hesitated, but eventually brushed your fingers over the back of his hand. You quickly drew back. He was cold. Freezing.

“See? I’m not that scary, am I?” He sighed and reached his hand out to your face, lightly grazing your bottom lip.

It came away scarlet. He lifted his hand up into the moonlight, taking a closer look before murmuring, “I didn’t mean to hurt you like this, you know. The headaches have stopped now, haven’t they?”

“They have,” you answered, eyes never leaving him.

You had to get out. Get as far away from him as you could. Call the cops. Anything. if you could just-

“You can’t get away from me, you know. No matter where you go, I will eventually find you again,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. “And I promise you, no none wants to be hunted down by a man like me, angel.”

“I know you think I’m harmless,” he carried on. “Especially looking like this…but I can assure you I am far from pretty.” His voice wasn’t the same now. It was low and reminded you of tyres moving over a gravel road.

His eyes hadn’t changed at all. They were still blue. But the rest of him…your breath caught in your throat. He was a monster. As he got up to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed, you fought the urge to gag at the sound of his movements. It was as if his bones broke with every movement he made. And his skin was mauled and scarred beyond recognition.

What…what had happened to this man? Who had done this to him?He took a hold of your chin, his hand scratching your skin, and lifted your face to meet his gaze.

“Now that you know what I look like, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, darling. No one needs to know…not until it’s time.”

“Time for what?” you choked out, tears welling in your eyes.

He was going to kill you. You could feel it. With the way he was looking at you.

But then he was gone. And all he left behind was the scratch on your jaw, where his hand had been. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. You didn’t have much time left.

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joekeeray · 2 years

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Broken Camera

part one of the after dark series + read part two here !

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: The night shift at Hawkins Lab is usually boring, but one night, orderly Peter Ballard makes it a little more interesting. No one will find out… right?

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, mutual pining, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex, rough sex, spit kink (ill see myself out for this one), choking, degrading I think, but also praising babes, first time writing him so be warned, shout out to the bestie @gothbitchshit for the summary and beta reading and thirsting with me <3 , edited by me and autocorrect

note: i am not immune to jamie bower// this happened because every spicy lab fic i read i was like pls mention the cameras being off alsjskjssjha Thanks for reading and enjoy!

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It was still early into her night shift. The children had all been put to bed, but there was no telling if any of them would need medical assistance or a visit to the nurses.

Her nights were typically quiet though, filled with paperwork left to her by the morning and afternoon nurses since they were well aware she had the time to do them. She became used to the solitude, and slow nights where her only interaction was with the clicking of the keyboard as she filled out reports or just sitting around reading a book one of the guards smuggled in for her.

This night though appeared it would be more eventful though as only an hour into her shift, one of the lights on the board beside her began to blink.

It signified that she was needed in whatever room the light was blinking indicated, which meant that at least for the first hour of her shift she could do something useful other than doing the work her coworkers didn’t want to bother with.

With her standard medkit in hand, she left the tiny office and began to walk down the eerie, bright halls toward the room that the blinking light had told her to go to. It wasn’t far, but it was just at the edge of her assigned sector and she had to pass through a guard’s station to be buzzed in.

She greeted the night shift guard with a tight smile, and his eyes fell over her body, taking in her obvious nurse’s uniform.

“Got a call?” He asked her as she pulled out her keycard and handed it to him so he could buzz her through to get to the other part of the building.

“Yeah,” she replied, “It’s not urgent, but at least it gets me out of that tiny office.”

He had chuckled as he scanned her card, and pushed the door open for her, “Well, have fun then Nurse.”

She nodded at him and took her card back before walking through the door and continuing her journey. She did wonder who would have needed her all the way over here, as the children’s rooms were on a separate floor, but a lot of people who worked at the lab also lived in it, so she safely assumed it was probably some scientist whose experiment went wrong and needed light medical assistance.

When she finally got to the room, she used her keycard to unlock it and pushed the large door open to reveal a lab like she figured it would be. The lights were dimmer in here though, which was odd as every room seemed to have those annoying fluorescent lights that buzzed.

“Hello?” she called into the lab, “It’s the nurse you called for, is everything alright? Are you hurt?”

She flickered the main lights on then, brightening up the room, and her eyes scanned the clean lab for her patient when her eyes fell upon someone standing by one of the lab tables. She blinked for a moment, recognizing the blonde haired man who stood there in an all white orderly uniform.

“Peter?” she asked, worry crossing her features as he must’ve been her patient, “Is everything okay?”

She was walking toward him, and he turned his head to meet her concerned gaze.

“I’m okay,” he told her, “I’m glad it was you who came though, I wasn’t sure if the room I chose was too close to the other night time nurse.”

She stared at him incredulously after her eyes flashed all over him in search of any visible injuries that she still believed she was here for.

“So there is nothing wrong?” He shook his head once, and smiled tightly at her as she crossed her arms and sighed, “Peter…come on, I have work to do. What if there’s an actual emergency?”

“You and I are well aware that you are on call right now, so any emergencies go to a nurse in a different sector,” he reminded you, then he tilted his and continued to say, “Besides, I just wanted to see you.”

Peter stepped closer to her, and she was quick to step away from him despite the warmth that had grown in her chest at his last statement. She tore her eyes away from him, saying his name warningly, as she searched for the inevitable camera in the room.

It was something she was always aware of since being sent here by the government to work as one of their many nurses on their Lab's medical team, and something she became very hyper aware of since meeting Peter Ballard, afraid that they would catch their lingering stares and passing smiles, and hand touches.

It was a few months ago when she was called to his bedroom on the rare occasion she got called in the night hours. He donned the burn marks of the tasers the guards and other orderlies would carry around on his neck, so it was clear he had broken a rule of some sort set by Dr. Martin Brenner and was punished for it, even when he was just an orderly. It had made her sick to her stomach.

They had been tender and red, and painful to the touch. He was so quiet, his blond hair mussed up and his face red with agitation and pain, and when he looked at her, he looked at her with hatred that wasn’t necessarily meant for her, but at what happened.

So, she was gentle with him as she possibly could be, applying the proper medication to his wounds and tending to him with precision. He had seemed to calm down in her care, his body that was once tense with anger and frustration turning calmer. It was when he had looked up at her as she wiped the blood off an open cut, and finally acknowledged that she was here where something seemed to have clicked between them.

Since then, a friendship had formed, and then, there was clearly something more there, something that had her yearning for him in a way she shouldn’t be, and she thought of him in ways a nurse shouldn’t think of an orderly and co-worker.

It was just as well because she knew the cameras were there, a man behind them always watching. In fact, one of Martin Brenner’s first words to the new hires was that there wasn’t one thing that went on in his lab that he didn’t know about, and it really stuck with her as she tried to find it in the room.

“If you are looking for the camera, it’s over there,” Peter had said, her eyes met his and saw he had nodded his head behind her. She turned her head, squinting her eyes a bit to see the camera sitting in the top corner of the room.

It surprised her that he hadn't seen it in her first scan of the room, and before she could turn around, she felt his hands gently grazing the small of her back. She tensed up at his touch, her breath hitching softly and nervously.

“The camera…”

“The camera is not on,” he told her as his hands gently moved upward, past her shoulder blades before resting on her shoulders, “Look…”

She looked closer at the camera, now realizing she hadn't seen the camera because the little red light that indicated it was on wasn’t shining. It was always the first thing she looked for as it always stood out when she’d scan the room looking for it.

Her head tilted and she asked, “How?”

“Does it matter?”

Peter’s lips were right beside her ear, his hypnotic voice paired with his thumbs that just barely touched the exposed skin of her neck sending pleasurable chills down her spine. She inhaled deeply, especially when his hot breath tickled her ear too.

“Y-yeah it matters,” she replied.

He chuckled, gently massaging her shoulders and enjoying the way her body was slowly leaning into his delicate touch, similar to the way his body had the first time they had met in his bedroom those months ago.

He had been dreaming of this since that day, and he knew by the way she’d look at him, how her eyes would linger on his lips before quickly turning away as the camera’s scared the ever living hell out of her. He imagined that she probably never even touched herself like he did, too afraid that the rooms that didn’t have cameras still did.

Today though, he was finally going to be with her in the way he knew she wanted, in the way that he wanted. It was just about convincing her now.

“I can’t tell you how the camera’s off, but I can promise you it is,” he told her reassuringly, but he could tell that she was still doubtful. He suspected she might be still, but that was okay, he could handle her doubt.

She stared at it closely, trying to see if there was any kind of trick of the light where the red light was on and someone was watching her right now, watching them, and watching one of his hands on her shoulders lower and rest over her chest where her heart was.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her, feeling her fast beating of her heart on his palm.

“Yes,” she told him up front, “But we…we can’t do this, what if…” Her words were swallowed by a quiet gasp as he lowered his hand then to grope one of her breasts over her uniform.

She wasn’t lying when she said she trusted Peter, if anything, she just didn’t trust the camera. Though she was aware that not every room had working cameras, it still made her nervous, but his hand felt so good on her.

She hadn’t been touched like this since before she took the job here in Hawkins, Indiana, and since it was Peter who was touching her in such a way, it made her body easily give in to his touch. She felt Peter press his bottom half against her ass, and her lips fell open with a soft sigh.

“What if what?”

She could practically hear the smile on his lips. He was teasing her with that question, and had his hand not been on breast and massaging it she would’ve told him something.

“The…door?” she asked him this time, and he replied that nobody is going to come in because it was an unused lab after all. She was still unsure, even as his hand moved to unbutton the top of her dress uniform, “Then we need to be fast- god what am I saying…”

Peter chuckled at her words, and was twisting her around so that her chest was pressed right up against his and he pushed toward one of the lab stations so that her lower back was pressing onto its edge. He loved the way she looked, her lips parted, and her eyes were so wide that he could see how dark her pupils had become with desire.

He snaked his hand up her skirt, and the cold temperature of his long fingers caused her legs to twitch apart. She was so warm down there, just like he imagined she would be, and he took in her quick paced breaths and the way her eyes kept shooting toward the camera again.

“It’s not on,” he told her as his other hand captured her chin to make her look at him. He smiled at her when their eyes met, “Just trust me like you said you would.”

Her lip swiped across her bottom lip as his eyes bore into hers, and a quiet moan slipped out of her lips as his fingers came into contact with her soaking cunt. He watched her expression closely, loving the way she bit her lip then, as if wanting to keep quiet.

“You’re so wet down there,” he told her, “I’ve barely even touched you, let alone been that close.”

“Peter please,” she said just barely above a whisper, gently bucking her hips into his hand.

“You’re a little too eager,” he said as he pushed the fabric of her soaked panties aside, “It must have been a while since you’ve been touched.”

Her legs shook as he pressed his fingers between her slick folds and she released a shattered breath that hit the edge of his face, and he said, “I doubt you’ve ever touched yourself while here, too scared of these pesky cameras. Am I right?”

“You-you’re-” her own words were cut off with a gasp when his fingers began to circle her clit. One of her hands flew backwards to grasp the table she was leaning on while the other grabbed his shoulder. Peter grinned, satisfied with that reaction, and he continued the circular motion.

“Answer me,” he told her, his own voice lower and very clearly aroused.

Her lips quivered, and she said breathlessly, “You’re right…god Peter.” She bucked her hips forward again, and he decided to sink his finger into her cunt. She was so wet that it was so easy for his finger to slide past her walls, and even his breath hitched.

“I thought so,” he replied, voice deeper and quiet so that only she could hear him as he began to pump his finger in and out of her at a slow pace, “It must feel really good then.”

She was nodding, and murmured, “Yeah, yes, it feels good.”

Her skin was growing hot by the second, and with every pump of his finger she felt this small coil in her stomach get tighter and engulfed in pleasurable heat. She threw her head back as he sunk in a second finger, and curled them inside of her.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, slightly louder than her previous moans. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip then, relishing in the reaction he got out of her, and his eyes glanced over her parted lips where she was panting his name quietly.

That was when her moans were swallowed by his lips on hers, he was fast and rough, using his other hand to grasp the back of her head and forcing her lips to meet his. She was momentarily caught off guard by his kiss, but very quickly began to return it with the same intensity.

Their tongue and teeth clashed together in a bruising and almost inexperienced kiss, just wanting to get a taste of one another. She hummed against his lips as he moved his fingers faster in and out of her.

He drank her delicious moans that only got louder when his palm dragged across her clit with every pump of his fingers. Their lips were parted forcefully by him pulling her back, as he wanted to see the look on her face when she came.

Her hips were sputtering forward, and he felt her walls clenched around his fingers, and there was a slight pain on her scalp by how hard he was holding her hair, but it was very quickly forgotten as the coil in her stomach got tighter and tighter.

“Oh you’re so close, I can feel it,” he said to her, then tightened his grip on her hair when her eyes tried to close, “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see you when you finally come.” His tone was forceful, filling her stomach with a sort of excitement

His blue eyes were just as dark as his voice was, boring into her very soul and she was suddenly being pushed over the edge as the coil snapped and an intense orgasm washed over her. She let out a shattered moan as her body convulsed and her release flooded and soaked his fingers, making the filthy sound of him fingering her get louder.

Her hand gripped his shoulder tightly as he continued to fuck her with her fingers ever after her orgasm passed, and she whimpered, “Peter- I’m too- I’m too-” His fingers were back on her sensitive clit, and she almost cried out by the over stimulation.

Her hand released his shoulder and rather grasped his wrist, and that was when he stopped finally. She let out a long exhale, finally letting her body come down from that high.

“I’m sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound very sorry, “You were just so pretty the first time you came I wanted to see it again.”

She laughed breathlessly, “Just give me a second…fuck.”

Peter released the hold on her head then, allowing her to have that second and she leaned onto the table as she came down from that intense orgasm he had just given her, probably the most intense one she’s had in her life to be honest.

“Mm,” Peter suddenly hummed, “You taste good.”

Her eyes lifted up after a few seconds to look at Peter, only to find him licking his own fingers that were just buried inside of her almost a minute ago. Her mouth nearly watered as she watched him slide his tongue over the pads of his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. His lips glistened with his own spit and her cum, and she was clenching her thighs together at the sight.

Peter’s eyes flickered back to her, still taking one of his fingers into his mouth. His eyes narrowed at her then, taking in her eyes that were still on his lips and he smirked.

“You don’t look like you believe me,” he said as he licked off the remaining cum on his fingers, “Unfortunately, there isn’t any more, but I think I know what to do.”

She half expected him to touch her again, and then stick his fingers into her mouth, something she wouldn’t exactly object to, but his hand was suddenly on the back of her head again, grasping at the strands there and forcing her to look up.

His other hand, the one that he had been licking and still covered in saliva, grasped the bottom of her chin and he said, “Open.”

She wasted no time in parting her lips for him, and he shook his head and said, “Wider.” And she listened, except she must’ve been too slow as he hooked his thumb into her mouth and forced it open. She hummed in surprise when he did so, but her eyes glossed over when he leaned over her to spit directly into her mouth.

It took her more by surprise than him shoving his thumb into her mouth, and while normally that idea might’ve made her gag it only made her whine with pleasure as she felt his warm spit dribble down her tongue and toward the back of her throat.

“Swallow it,” he told her, and she obliged, making sure to dramatize her gulp so that he knew she had done as told. He looked satisfied, his eyes lingering onto her lips, a bit of his own spit dripping off of the side. He looked completely enamored with her then, and she felt pleased that he was, but when he looked at her, she only saw this dark, mischievous look go over his features, and he was suddenly twisting her around so that the front of her body was pressed and almost over the table.

“I knew you were filthy,” Peter said, “All those sweet, innocent glances you’d send my way,” He laughed darkly, “No, I’ve seen the way you started to not button the top of your uniform, how you’ve opened those pretty thighs for me when I see you in the infirmary.”

He was hiking the skirt of her uniform up and grasping her underwear to pull them off of her.

“From the moment we met, when you put your chest in my face while you talked so softly and sweet, acting like you didn’t know what you were doing- I knew you weren’t what you seemed,” he said, “I just needed to break you- make you show your true self to me.”

He was undoing his belt then with one hand, and held his hard cock in his hand, letting out a raspy breath at the contact. He felt her try and back up into him, small desperate moans slipping past her lips. He spit into his hand, despite knowing that she was nice and ready for his cock, and smeared it over the tip.

“And I certainly did, I wish you could see yourself,” he said, placing his hand onto her thigh and squeezing the flesh there as he made her spread her legs for him so that her soaking cunt was on display for him, “So perfect, so ready to take my cock.”

“Yes, I’m ready Peter, please,” she was saying between her moans.

“Well, since you’re polite enough to say please,” he said, his voice slightly humorous, and teasing. He held her still, keeping her from wiggling her ass at him before he aligned his cock with her entrance, pressing the tip of it against her folds but not entering her yet.

His eyes rather went to the way her back was arching, and he clicked his tongue together, reaching forward to rest his hand on the small of her back.

“Very eager,” he muttered to her, before he shoved his cock inside of her with one quick thrust. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the lab station and he let out a suppressed groan as he felt her walls clenched around his cock.

She practically whimpered, her entire body vibrating with pleasure and arousal of finally being filled up by him. There was a only few seconds of her adjusting to his size before her body was pleading to fucked, before she was a mewling mess of pleas for him to move.

He removed his hand from her back, moving both to grip her sides roughly, sinking his fingers into the flesh of her outer thighs, and he held her still as he pulled out of her before he snapped his hips back forward.

“Take all of it,” he told her through gritted teeth, “It’s what you wanted, what you’ve always wanted. I know by the way you're taking my cock.”

He buried his cock inside of her again, causing another loud to moan to pass through her lips, “So filthy, so fucking filthy with how tight your cunt is around me.” He pulled out again, leaving her with only seconds of emptiness before filling her up again roughly.

She cried out, loving the way he felt inside of her, how his cock stretched her walls out and hit that spot inside of her just right with every thrust. Through pants, she was begging him to go faster, to just take her on this table right now, to make her his.

Her words were music to his ears, “Are you sure you can take it? Seems to me it’s been a while for you…”

“I can take it, I can take it,” she was telling him repeatedly as his hands gently rubbed the skin of her thighs, as if he was in thought and contemplating her words, “I can fucking take it. Please fuck me.”

Something clicked into his eyes at her words, and before she knew it he was leaning forward and reaching for her neck. His hand grasped around her throat tightly as he pulled backwards until her back was against his.

She gasped out of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by an array of moans and whimpers as he started to fuck her at a more merciless rhythm.

“God I wish you could see yourself, and maybe you can,” he said in her ear with a grunt as he rolled his hips into hers, “Maybe those cameras are on…”

She mewled, her eyes slightly rolling back as each pump of his cock caused shockwaves to grip onto her body, and she said something incoherent again, unable to speak because of how good he fucking her and the tight hold on her pulse, constricting her slightly of air.

“Oh, you don’t even care about the cameras anymore,” he growled into her ear, “I can feel your body shuddering at the thought of it, of the thought of someone watching this- watching me fuck you.”

“I-I can’t-” her voice was choked and refrained, and he tilted his head before laughing darkly and slowly releasing the hold on her throat and she gasped for air, but he didn’t let up with this relentless thrusts, causing her to cry out his name and then say something between her pants and moans that had him moaning too right into her ear, “Again. Do it again, please.”

He obliged, tightening his grip on her throat once again, tighter and tighter with every thrust, and with his other hand, he reached down, passing her abdomen before his fingers found her clit. Her body jolted when she felt his fingers there, feeling the pads of his fingers running over it and she jerked her hips forward.

She couldn’t breathe again, well just barely, her lungs felt like they were on fire and her vision began to black out from him very quickly bringing her to the edge. He was fucking her so perfectly and deliciously, holding onto her throat tight enough that had her eyes rolling back once again.

Her hands were reaching back, grasping the back of his hair like he’d done to her, and he let out a hiss of pain mixed with pleasure, not expecting her to do such a thing, but she didn’t let him go and he rubbed her clit faster.

He could feel her clenching down on him, her legs beginning to spasm and curse words were slipping from his lips as well as he pounded his cock into her, and she was getting gradually louder until she let out a final, strangled moan as the walls of her cunt fluttered around him and her body spasmed against him.

Peter thrusted into her a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could inside of her, allowing his own orgasm to come over him. He filled her up with his cum, his hips jerking forward as he grunted and held her in place until she milked every last amount of him.

“That’s it, take all of it,” he told her breathlessly in her ear.

Her body had gone slump against him, her hand falling from the back of his head and falling back to her side and his hips stuttering one last time before he dropped his head onto her shoulder, out of breath himself.

Peter continued to hold her, both of them coming down from their respective orgasms, and for her it was her second one, which had been more mind-blowing than the one before. She was still panting, and her legs felt like jelly. She was grateful he was still even holding her as she might’ve fallen to the floor or at least back on the station in front of her.

Instead, she leaned back onto him, feeling him press his lips onto the crook of her neck and kiss her almost tenderly in the aftershocks, and her eyes shifted toward the camera again.

“You didn’t mean that, did you…” she said breathlessly as he lifted his head up and kissed another part of her neck.

“Didn’t mean what?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse.

“The camera is off…right?”

Peter sucked in a tight breath, and when he exhaled he released a throaty chuckle as well.

“It’s broken…if it wasn’t somebody would’ve come in by now to stop us.”

She sighed, relieved even though the idea of it actually being on and someone was watching him fuck her into oblivion was arousing a few moments again. She didn’t want to lose her job here, especially not now when Peter Ballard was here.

She didn’t know when they would have time to do this again, if the camera would be fixed tomorrow or something, so she was the first to move away from him. He watched her curiously as his cock slipped out of her and she turned to face him.

“They can get the other night-time nurse,” she told him confidently, before she was falling to her knees before him. His head tilted, and then he licked his lips and smiled wickedly as her hands were moving to grasp him and he realized what she was going to do.

He moved his hand to her hair, and said, “I’m glad we’re both here at the same time. Truly.”

It was an odd thing to say, considering the things he had told her before, but something about it felt…sweet, especially with the way his blue eyes almost sparkled at the sight of her on his knees before him. She smiled sweetly up at him and said, “Me too” before she was leaning in.

#i fuck with the name peter ballard so im keeping it #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #001 x reader #peter ballard imagine #henry creel imagine #001 imagine #peter ballard smut #henry creel smut #he has way too many names #stranger things imagine #lys writes saucy things #peter ballard #henry creel #001 stranger things #reader insert #female reader

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ⸺ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧

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( 📁 ) . . . 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.

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muness · 2 years

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Hiii! I wanna ask if you can do a petter ballard x reader where hes like really protective of the reader?

hii! of course! it's my very first request so i'm very excited for you to read it, i hope you will like it!

summary; you enter the Hawkins Lab staff as a nurse and a certain orderly falls in love with you at first sight, with the objective to protect you. pairing;peter ballard x fem!reader warnings: mentions of violence and torture ig? words: 1,0K

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the moment peter first laid his eyes on you, he was mesmerized by the view. he could not believe someone like you were real, in front of him. he secretly pinched his arm to see if he was dreaming, but he wasn't. your [h/c] hair were tied in a ponytail, leaving to peter the right to watch all of your features. he didn't get to study you long enough because dr brenner broke that moment between the two of you, walking into the rainbow room, not very long after you.

"-Peter, I have to introduce you to the new nurse, her name is [Y/N] and she will take care of the children with your help. -Hi, nice to meet you." you said, with assurance. your voice sounded like sugar in peter's ears. it was soft and soothing, enough to ease the kids and enough to make peter fall in love with you. even your name was beautiful. you reached for his hand, and he took it cautiously, as if you were made or sugar and shook it. your skin was so soft, he swears he could've melted. "-Nice to meet you, [Y/N]." he smiled. and that's how he got stuck in your spell ever since then. since you are employed, he weirdly get lots of headaches, leading him to spend a little bit of time in the infirmary with you, and if it wasn't for him, he brings a child who has hurt themselves. you always find a way to spend a little bit of time with each other, even if you just pass by in the hallways, he helps you carry your documents around. you've been working for 2 months in the Hawkins Lab now and you have learn to know peter like no one else got to know him. you are each other's closest person in your life, and you like it this way. tonight, you don't seem to get to sleep, you have a terrible headache, a joke for a nurse like you. slowly getting out of your bed, you push your bedroom door and start walking in the hallway. lost in your thoughts, you don't see the shadow coming towards you and bump into it. but before you lost your balance, the unknown person quickly catches your arm and brings you close to him. you close your eyes and smell the sweet perfume you can recognize anywhere. "-Peter ? -Watch where you're going, clumsy girl." the point of worry in his voice matches the mocking. you thank him and even if you wanted to stay there forever, you get out of his arms. the little red light above your heads is not enough to light the entiere hallway but you can still see Peter's face. "-Why are you awake?" you ask, surprised to see him around so late. "-I'm looking if anyone falls in the hallway." You slightly push his shoulder and laughs. your laugh is so pretty, he can't imagine what he would have done if you were hurt because of him. "-Actually, I felt that someone was having trouble sleeping. I didn't think it would be you. -I'm really sorry Peter, I didn't think I would keep you awake." the way his name sounds in your mouth is delightful, he will never get tired of it. your eyebrows are furrowed and you pout a bit, disappointed in yourself. peter puts his hand on your head and shuffles your hair. he realizes it's the first time he sees you without your hair tied. it looks good on you. you really look like an angel under this discreet light. it perfectly marries all your features. "-Don't worry, but you should get back to your dorm and try to get some sleep. -Yes, I should... Have a great night Peter." the weeks after that incident, peter became even more sweet and patient around you, as he realizes more than ever that you're just a human, as weak as the other and you can break like everyone else. he's being extra careful around you and helps you more than he should sometimes, mostly carrying stuff around for you. he's really sweet to the children, but he's even more when he's alone with you. one day, he's about to enter the infirmary as he hears noises on the other side of the door. he opens the door wide and see you, on the floor your hands on your ankle, weak.

he walk fast to your side and take you carefully in his arms, like a bride. you have your eyes close and you're biting your lower lip to not scream. it hurts to see you like that, so vulnerable. he puts you on a bed and lay your leg on his thighs. you shiver when your ankle touches the edge of his leg. the worried look on peter face has grown even more. "-Who did this to you, [Y/N] ?" he says softly, he doesn't want to rush you with his words. you finally open your eyes and gaze into his. tears are about to fall on your cheeks as you say the name of your assailant. peter quickly gets up with a precise idea in his mind. he doesn't hear you begging to not hurt him, but he doesn't care. his precious nurse, fallen from the angels is hurting. he only sees red. the rainbow room's doors open widely and peter's piercing blue eyes are searching for one person in particular. he's there, playing with the other children, as if he didn't just attack the poor innocent nurse. you were nothing but kind to the children since you've arrived, but it seems like some are jealous of your complicity with peter. he won't allow that to happen. "-002." all the children turn to look at him. nobody has ever heard peter talk with such a deep and cold voice before. all of his empathy is gone, just for this moment. he harshly grabs 002's arm, take him out under the flabbergasted looks of everyone in the room, and walk fast all over the corridor, to the punishment room. he doesn't hear the kid screaming to let him go, nor the sweet nurse, crawling on the floor to tell him to stop. the only thing he thinks about is revenge. and he will get it for the angel he will always try to save from this awful world. he will do anything to keep her safe, even if it means torturing a child.

"-Do not hurt her like that ever again."

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vecna-is-here · 1 year

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The insane ethereal beauty of this man…

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m0mmat0rtle · 2 years

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Sugar on Top (Peter Ballard x Reader)

Stranger Things 4 Spoilers!!

plot: AU where Peter escapes from the lab on his own and makes a new life for himself in the next tiny town over from Hawkins

reader works in a bakery bc I thought that would be cute

warnings: Absolutely none this is pure fluff

word count: 864

You were placing another pie into the display window when the chime over the door to the bakery rang signaling a customer walking in. You lifted your head to see someone new, someone you hadn’t seen yet in your tiny town where everyone knew practically everyone. It wasn’t Hawkins, no, you took up residence in the next tiny town over. And tiny was almost an understatement. Everyone here knew everyone and they also knew everything about everyone. Your business was as good as everyone else’s. You had a few regular customers of course, but they had all come and gone for the day. This was someone new, someone different. A stranger.

You looked up from the pie display and smiled as you wiped your hands on your apron. You fashioned your kindest and politest customer service smile as you moved swiftly to the counter to greet the new customer. “Hi!” you said cheerfully before your breath caught itself in your lungs. This wasn’t just someone new, this was a very pretty someone new. The stranger flashed you a smile and you could feel your heart jump into your throat. His glistening blue eyes sparkled in the soft golden daylight that flooded in from the bakery windows. That same golden hued light made his fluffy blond hair almost seem like an angelic halo. There was no doubt in your mind, this was one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen.

“Hi there.” He replied, returning your kind smile and you were pulled out of your momentary trance of observation. “Welcome to Sugar on Top.” You said the name of the bakery you ran with your family with a bit of a shaky voice, your smile persisting some how. You prayed you weren’t smiling as wide as you thought you were. A smile that wide would terrify almost anyone. But he didn’t seem terrified, he seemed kind and gentle as he grinned back at you. “Thank you.” He replied, delight dancing in those blue eyes that looked back at you. “I haven’t seen you around before.” You noted. “Are you new in town?” You asked, mentally slapping yourself. You now had to seem like a stalker, that was a much too invasive question to ask someone you literally just met. No, you hadn’t even met him, you literally didn’t even know his name. To your surprise, he chuckled lightly and his expression seemed to be even more delighted. He looked down for a moment before looking back up to meet your eyes. “I am, actually.” He said. “Is it that obvious?” He added. “Well, everyone here knows everyone.” You replied. “And I don’t know you, so I could only assume that you’re new.” “I just moved here, actually.” He replied. “Trying to escape the town where I grew up.” He added with a shrug. “I just really needed a change in scenery.”

“I’m Peter, by the way.” He introduced himself as he took a look around to see the baked goods in the bakery. You flashed him a smile as you told him your name. “That’s such a lovely name.” Peter replied before repeating your name back to you, trying it out on his own tongue. “How long have you worked here?” He asked, walking back up to the counter and you could feel the rate of your heartbeat increase just slightly. “Most of my life.” You replied. “My family owns the place.” You added with a grin, trying to make it sound like you weren’t roped into some kind of child labor scheme. He nodded. “What about you?” You asked. “Do you have a job in town?” “I do, actually.” He replied. “I just started at the library today.” “You work at the library!” You almost shouted. “I love that place! I’m always there on my days off.” He smiled brightly at your words. “I’m assuming you like to read then?” He asked and you nodded. “Absolutely. There’s nothing better than a good book if you ask me.” “I agree.” He replied. “What do you recommend?” He asked. “Well my all time favorites are definitely the classics, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, that kind of stuff but I’ve recently been reading the Great Gatsby and-” He started laughing, but not a mocking laugh. This was more of a laugh of someone laughing at something cute their partner was doing. You smiled as you looked at him curiously. “What?” You asked and he looked at you. “I was asking about the baked goods,” He replied, gesturing to the many ones on display. “Not books, although I am pleased to know that you have good taste.” He said and you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks. “Oh.” You said softly as you allowed yourself a moment to gather your opinions back up. “The pie.” You finally said. “I make them fresh every day.” You said. “Oh well if you make them then they must be good.” He said before giving you a wink. “Which one in particular is your favorite?” He asked curiously, eyeing the selection of pies that you just set out. “The one with Sugar on Top.”

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michaellangdonswhore · 2 years

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001

warnings: nothing besides major season 4 spoilers.

description: both your and peter's powers are suppressed by a chip put into you. luckily, peter found a way to fix that.

word count: 6.8k

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Y/N wakes up in her dull room. No pictures, no color; nothing. Just a security camera in the top corner, watching her every move.

Y/N had been an orderly at Hawkins Laboratory for over a decade. She had spent most of her life there; all of her childhood there. She's working in the very place that has robbed her of her life, her happiness, her family, her everything.

The only thing; the only person that they haven't taken away from her yet was Peter, and she was anxiously waiting for the day they would. She doesn't want it to happen; she dreads it. However, she knows eventually the day will come when their relationship is discovered and Dr. Brenner tears them apart.

She had known Peter for most of her life. She still remembers the day when he first arrived at the lab, when he forcefully was brought in after the death of his family. He never really fully explained that night to Y/N. She knows mostly everything about him, besides what had happened that night.

He doesn't like to talk about it. He says that it's between him and Dr. Brenner.

"You can tell him, but you can't tell me?"

"You don't want to know. You'd be horrified if you found out."

He was right; in his mind. He thinks that he's a monster, and knows that he is one. He just can't stand the idea of Y/N knowing what he did and what he's capable of doing.

"It's okay. You can tell me," She'd always reassure him. "I won't think anything different of you."

"Oh, but you will."

"Peter, everyone like us has slip-ups. Everyone like us causes things that we don't mean to cause."

The difference is; that Peter meant to cause it. And because of that, he can never reveal to Y/N what he did. She would never look at him the same.

She makes her way to the Rainbow Room and sees Peter.

They don't talk much out in the open. Everything they do and say is mostly behind closed doors.

He looks at her, chuckles, and then looks away.

011 then walks into the room.

She had been there since she was a baby. She couldn't speak very well; not like the others, but then again she was different than the others. Peter had made note of that.

"Look who finally decided to join us," Peter says, taking closer steps to 011. "Someone's a sleepyhead this morning."

Peter had taken a liking to 011. Y/N was confused as to why, but Peter claims she reminded him of himself. He was protective over her; treated her as if she was his child.

"I'm sorry," 011 says. "Am I in trouble?"

"Trouble? No," Peter shakes his head. "No, why do you think that? You're just missing out on all the fun. Training starts any minute."

"Okay." 011 looks down.

"Hey," Peter says. "There's nothing to be nervous about. You're going to do great today. I just know it."

Y/N's heart melts around Peter. She loves how caring and supportive he is. She loves the way he treats 011 and loves the way he treats herself.

Dr. Brenner then walks in.

"Good morning, children."

"Good morning, papa." They all say in unison, gathering in a line.

"How are we feeling today?"

"Good, papa."

"Good. Number Twelve?" Brenner turns around. "Will you be so kind and open the door?"

"Yes, papa." 012 nods.

"Please, follow me," Brenner says as 012 opens the door. The children follow him out and close the door behind them. Peter then opens it and smiles at Y/N.

"After you." He says.

Y/N blushes and walks past Peter, him shortly following behind.

Dr. Brenner leads them all into one of the training rooms. There's a circle of lightbulbs awaiting the kids. Y/N and Peter stand on each side of them.

002 is the first to go, performing excellently as usual.

"Very good, twelve," Brenner says, handing him a candy piece. "Very good. Now..."

Brenner faces the children.

"Which brave soul would like to follow that?" He questions. "Hm?"

The children raise their hands, repeating "me" over and over again. 011 stays silent, looking at the floor.

"Eleven?" Brenner questions.

Hesitently, 011 follows his request. She sits down in the chair as Peter gets the equiptment. He sets her up, watching himself carefully.

"Remember to stay focused," Peter says. "Find the energy. Feel it."

He gives her a light smile and walks back.

011 attempts, but fails. No flicker, no light, nothing. The other kids snicker at her.

She's panting, whimpering.

"Why does he waste so much time with her?" 002 whispers.

"Hey," Peter interjects, walking behind him. "Quiet."

Brenner kneels down next to 011. There are tears rolling down her cheeks. Y/N looks away from her, feeling terrible. She knows what it's like to have other kids laughing, but doesn't know how to help.

"They're laughing," Brenner whispers to her. "At you. They think you're weak. Show them, Eleven. Show them."

011 tries again, and this time, one of the lights begins to flicker.

"Good," Brenner puts his hand on 011's shoulder. "Now make it move."

The light flickers more, but then it goes out.

011 shuts her eyes, disappointed and embarrassed.

"Waste of time," 002 snickers, shaking his head.

The rest of the children give it a go, mostly performing better than 011 did, but Peter knows that she's capable of more.

They are dismissed, and Y/N heads back to her room, followed by Peter quietly. She shuts the door, but he stops her, poking his head in.

"Peter, what are you doing?" Y/N questions. She looks at the camera in the hallway, and then at the one back in her room. "You can't be here right now."

Peter chuckles and walks into her room.

"Security isn't watching right now," Peter tells her. Y/N sighs of relief. "I wanted to be with you. Alone."

He pulls her in by her waist and kisses her. She melts into the kiss, as she always does. She cups his cheeks, pushing her body into him. He chuckles.

"Someone's eager." He hums.

"Keep kissing me," She says.

"I'm afraid I can't." Peter sighs. "I'm needed in the Rainbow Room. I just thought that I'd stop by."

Y/N's face is bright red. Peter gives her a kiss on the forehead and turns to leave, but she grabs his hand.

"Be careful. Please."

"I will."

"I don't mean you leaving." She says. "I mean with Eleven."

Peter looks at her, puzzled.

"Explain."

"You know that Brenner doesn't like it when we get close to them," Y/N says. She knows how malicious Brenner's punishments are. "I don't want you getting hurt."

"He won't hurt me, Y/N." He cups her cheek. "I'm happy you're looking out for me, though."

"Please. Please just promise me you won't get too close." She begs him.

Y/N doesn't know what's going through Peter's mind. She doesn't know what he's planning, what he's doing for himself. For them. He plans to end his and Y/N's suffering from this prison; this hellhole.

He kisses her cheek, then leaves a trail of kisses down her neck.

"Goodbye, Y/N. I'll be back tonight."

And with that, he's gone.

The next morning, Y/N and Peter were stationed in the Rainbow Room.

011 was playing with one of the games alone. She seemed frustrated; huffing every time the block hit one of the numbers.

Peter looks at Y/N and smiles, then walks over to 011.

"Which number are you aiming for?" Peter asks her.

"Three." 011 responds.

Y/N tilts her head and watches Peter take a seat beside 011 and begin talking.

"You know, sometimes it's helpful to take a step away for a moment," Peter says. "Let the mind clear.

011 tries again but fails.

"Determined, aren't we?" Peter questions. "You know..."

That's when Peter's voice gets low; low to the point where Y/N couldn't make out what he was saying. It was at times like this that Y/N wish she had her powers, so she could listen in to the conversation.

Y/N watches Peter take the circular block from 011's hand, and place it on the number 1. Although Y/N couldn't hear, she immediately knew what Peter was telling her; and this pissed her off. She had just told him not to get too close. And now he's telling her about 001? About himself?

She watches 011 and Peter both look up at the security camera in the corner. Peter then leans into 011's ear, whispering something to her.

The two of them talk more, and Y/N notices 011 begin to get angry.

What else is he saying to her?

The door then opens, and Y/N jumps.

"Good morning, children." Brenner says, entering the room.

Peter and 011 stand up and Brenner shoots them a look.

"Good morning, papa," The children say, forming themselves in a line.

"I've got something very special planned for you today." Brenner puts his hands on his hips and looks at all of them. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, papa." They all say.

Y/N looks at 011, who looks like she's about to break down. Then, she looks back at Peter who's smiling.

"Good. Seventeen, would you open the door?" Brenner asks.

"Yes, papa," 017 says as he opens the door.

"Off you go," Brenner shoos the children along. They all walk out, but Brenner looks back at Peter, giving him a daring look.

The doors close, and Y/N and Peter are left alone.

"What did you tell her?" Y/N asks, storming up to him.

"Nothing that she shouldn't know."

"Peter!" Y/N snaps. "I just told you. Last night. Don't get too close. Brenner, he... he gave you a look. I don't know what you're trying to do, but he's onto you."

Peter moves his hand to Y/N's neck, tracing circles before touching the chip in her neck.

"Do you ever wish for your powers back, Y/N?" He questions.

Y/N huffs.

"Occasionally." She admits. "Is that what you're trying to do? You think Eleven can bring our powers back?"

"I know that she can..."

"Peter, she's a kid," Y/N says.

"And she's in this prison. We're in this prison, Y/N. It's time we get out. It's time she gets out."

Y/N looks up at the camera.

"C'mon." She sighs. "Brenner is waiting for us."

She turns to leave, but Peter grabs her hand.

"Trust me." He says.

"You must have a death wish, Peter." Y/N shakes her head. "There's no way for us to get out."

And with that, Y/N leaves the room. Peter follows behind her as they make their way to the training room.

Brenner draws two circles across from each other on the floor.

"Today we are going to play a game," He explains to the children. "The rules of the game are quite simple. Stay in your circle. If you leave your circle, you lose. The last person standing in their circle will get to spend an extra hour of free time in the Rainbow Room. Now, even though we are going to be competing against one another..."

"Two. Six." He continues. "I don't want you to approach this any differently than one of our tests."

Y/N and Peter blindfolded the two of them. Peter looks up at Y/N and smiles, but she just looks back down.

She's not sure how she's feeling right now. Peter is trying to get their powers back, but at what cost?

"If you allow anger or emotion to invade your thoughts, you will fail," Brenner says, standing directly in front of 011. "I promise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, papa."

"Good."

Brenner moves in between Y/N and Peter.

"Begin."

002 clutches his fist while 006 raises his arm.

006 moves back a little, staying in the circle, but 002 stays put. Then, 006 shoots back into the wall with his nose dripping with blood.

"Very good, Two," Brenner says. "Number Six? Please, take a seat by the door."

006 does this, disappointingly.

"Five!" Brenner calls out.

005 and 002 duel, but 002 wins again.

The other children attempt, but 002 keeps winning each time. Once they lose, they each take a seat by the door.

"Eleven," Brenner says.

Nervously, 011 walks in the circle. Peter blindfolds her and then whispers in her ear, however, it is loud enough.

"Good luck."

Brenner looks at Peter, which Y/N takes note of.

"Begin."

Y/N has a bad feeling; a feeling that Brenner is going to do something to Peter, and she doesn't know how to stop it. She had warned Peter not to get too close, and that's exactly what he's doing.

002 and 011 are sweating and panting. There is blood dripping down 002's nose.

011 moves back but stays put in the circle. Her nose then begins to drip. The other children look at each other.

Peter is smiling. He looks at Y/N, who's lost in thought.

Deep down, Y/N knows that if 011 wins this, something bad is going to happen to Peter and there is nothing that Y/N can do to stop it.

If only she still had her powers with her... then she could help him.

011 then screams, raising her arm and sending 002 right into the mirror, cracking it. They both take off their blindfolds and look at each other shocked.

"Well, well," Brenner says. "It looks like we have a new winner."

Brenner glances at Peter again who is smiling to himself.

Y/N's heart sinks. The children leave, and Y/N waits to leave with Peter, but Brenner stays put.

"Y/N, will you be so kind as to lead Eleven to the Rainbow Room?" Brenner asks. "After that, you will have your break."

"Yes, Dr. Brenner." Y/N nods but looks back at Peter. She knows something is going to happen, so she tries to get him out of it. "Would Peter like to help me?"

Her voice is shaky.

"No, no," Brenner says. "I would like to have a chat with Mr. Ballard."

"But..." Y/N tries to come up with something. "He-"

"Y/N." Brenner sternly says. "Leave us."

Peter looks at her and gives her a soft smile.

"Leave us," Peter repeats Brenner's words.

Y/N nods and leaves, taking 011 to the Rainbow Room.

Their walk is silent until Y/N decides to break it.

"How'd you do that, Eleven?" Y/N asks as they walk. 011 looks up at Y/N, glaring. "Yeah, I get it. You don't have to tell me."

They continue walking.

"A memory." 011 says after a moment. "Of mother."

Y/N stops walking. 011 looks behind her.

That's what Peter told her. About her mother.

"Papa hasn't told me the truth." 011 continues.

Y/N's breath is shaky. If Dr. Brenner ever found out about what Peter has been saying to 011, he'd kill him.

011 continues walking and Y/N follows her.

"So... you remember?" Y/N asks. 011 nods her head. "He told you about One... didn't he?"

011 turns around and looks at her, but stays silent. She ignores Y/N's question and makes her way toward the Rainbow Room. Y/N sighs and gives up. She doesn't know how Peter had got 011 to warm up to him; she seems so cold.

Y/N walks back to her room and stays there for a little. There's nothing she really can do except read and draw. Then, she hears screaming.

Peter.

She already knows it's him. She doesn't even have to recognize the voice.

She opens her door to peek through and sees Peter being forcefully dragged away by two security guards, followed by Dr. Brenner.

Y/N knew it. She knew this would happen to him. And she warned him about it, too. She knew the consequences. She watches them take Peter into a room, and her instincts make her follow them. She looks through the glass to see Peter being tased repeatedly. Y/N cringes at the sight.

If only she had her powers; she could help him.

That's when 011 appears next to her, looking through the glass, too. Y/N panics. She grabs 011 and takes her behind one of the walls.

011 is struggling against her, but Y/N puts a finger to her mouth.

"Quiet. Unless you want both of us to end up like him." Y/N says sternly. 011 continues to struggle. "Hey! Listen to me... I'm trying to help you."

011 calms down and glares and Y/N, whose heart is beating so hard that they both can hear it.

"Stay here." Y/N orders. 011 nods and Y/N makes her way back to the door.

They're still torturing him and Y/N can't take it. She rushes back to 011, who is gone.

"Fuck!" Y/N snaps. She turns around after hearing the door open and rushes behind the wall again. She peaks her head out to see Peter being dragged away. After they're gone, she heads to the Rainbow Room, only to see 002 and his friends come out, laughing.

"Two!" Y/N shouts. "What were you doing in the Rainbow Room?"

002 chuckles with the rest of his friends.

"Are you going to answer my question?" Y/N asks. "Or are you gonna stand there like a mute idiot?"

Y/N doesn't have time for 002's finatics. She's angry. She wants her powers back. She wants to help Peter and wants him to be okay.

"We were just..."

"What?" Y/N interrupts. The children stay silent and Y/N rolls her eyes, pushing past them. "Eleven!"

She enters the Rainbow Room to see 011 standing alone. It looks like she had been crying.

"Eleven," Y/N walks up to her and kneels beside her. "Hey, what's wrong?"

011 shakes her head.

"He'll be okay," Y/N puts her hand on 011's shoulder. "I know that was hard to watch, but he'll be okay."

"My head hurts." 011 says. "I'm dizzy."

Y/N's confused. She doesn't know why 011's head would hurt but then puts the pieces together. She looks at the doors to the Rainbow Room, and then back at 011.

"Did they hurt you?" She asks. "Is that why your head hurts, Eleven?"

011 hesitates.

"Don't tell Papa."

"Eleven, I have to," Y/N says. "You may have a concussion."

"Don't tell Papa!" 011 begins to yell. "Don't tell Papa!"

"Okay! Okay..." Y/N contemplates what to do. She doesn't want to see Dr. Brenner at all; not after seeing what he just put Peter through, but 011 is clearly hurt. "We'll tell him you fell, okay? Just a slip."

011 nods her head.

"C'mon, El. Let's get you to a doctor," Y/N says, picking 011 up.

El.

011 liked that.

Y/N takes her to the infirmary and tells the Doctor that 011 had a fall and hit her head. Y/N stays there with her while she gets checked out, and she was right. 011 had a concussion.

She spends the night in the infirmary, and Y/N stays there with her.

Then, there's a knock at the door.

Y/N gets up to open it and sees Peter. She gasps and hugs him tightly. He winces because of the bruising he's received.

"Sorry," Y/N says.

"What happened to her?"

Y/N looks at 011 and then back at Peter.

"You can't tell Brenner," Y/N says,

Peter nods.

"I think that 002 and some of the other children messed with her. He was probably upset over what happened earlier today. I was watching you... in there..."

She sighs.

"And then I saw him and the others come out of the Rainbow Room. Where Eleven was. They were laughing. I went in and saw her crying and she complained of a headache." Y/N explained. "She said not to tell Brenner. I think they threatened her."

Peter seemed angry as if he knew it would happen.

"Peter..." Y/N says. "What else did they do to you?"

"A few beatings. Nothing that hasn't happened before." He tells her, looking at 011 who is sleeping. "Never mind me. Eleven is more important."

"Equally important." Y/N corrects. "I get why you like her. You're so alike."

Peter chuckles.

"You told her about you, didn't you?" Y/N asks.

"Not exactly," Peter explains. "I told her that she reminded me of One. That I knew One. Not that I am One."

Y/N looks back at 011.

"I want my powers back," Y/N tells him. "Brenner robbed us. He stole from us. I want them back for us."

Peter smiles.

"Good girl. You've finally come to your senses."

The next morning, Brenner comes to visit 011. Y/N spent the night there with her, making sure that no one came back to hurt her.

"Any more headaches?" Brenner asked, shining a light in her eyes. "Nausea this morning?"

011 shakes her head.

"How about your memory?" Brenner questions. "Can you remember what happened now?"

011 shakes her head again. Brenner turns around to look at Y/N.

"She said she fell." Y/N lies. Brenner turns back to 011.

"Perhaps someone else can help fill in the gaps. Yes?"

011 is shaking.

Brenner takes her into the training room and Y/N follows them. She sees Peter standing with his head down. He doesn't even look at her.

"Good morning, children."

"Good morning, Papa."

"Today's lesson is going to be about rules," Brenner explains. "For some of you, this may seem redundant. For others, it appears a refresher is required. Eleven, please step forward."

She obeys.

"Last night, your sister Eleven suffered a concussion during her alone time in the Rainbow Room. Now, she claims to not have a memory of what happened." Brenner says. "But injuries of this nature don't simply happen. Someone did this. Someone in this room. Now, who's going to tell me what happened?"

The children all stay silent, but 002 speaks up,

"She must've fallen," He pitches with his friends laughing beside him.

"Fallen?" Brenner questions.

"You've seen her, Papa." 002 continues. "She's clumsy. Stupid."

Him and his friend laugh.

"Eleven, you may step back," Brenner tells her. "Number Two, please step forward."

002 does as he's told.

"Collar him." Brenner orders. Y/N and Peter look at each other, knowing what's about to happen. Brenner takes off his jacket and is handed a device. "Thank you."

He steps to 002.

"You think because you demonstrate some talent that you're somehow immune to the rules, is that it?" Brenner questions.

"No, Papa." 002 says.

He's shaking; crying.

"That the rules don't apply to you in the same way that they apply to your brothers and sisters?"

"No, Papa."

"Then why did you attack Eleven?"

"Did she tell you that?"

"Are you asking the questions or am I? Did you attack Eleven?"

"If she told you that then... then she's lying!"

Brenner plays with the device and 002 begins to panic.

"Papa, please, you have to believe me!" 002 begs. "Papa, please, she's lying!"

Brenner presses a button and 002 screams in agony. He falls to the ground in pain and Y/N looks away from the scene.

"Now, shall we try again?"

He plays with the device some more.

"What happened?"

"It was an accident..." 002 cries. Brenner presses the button again and 002 falls back down, shaking. The other children started to cry. Peter and Y/N look at each other again.

Brenner then stops torturing 002, who's on the floor in pain. The other children; even Peter and Y/N, were horrified with what they had witnessed.

"Bring him to the infirmary for recovery," Brenner says, turning to Peter and Y/N. "The rest of you to the Rainbow Room. I hope today's lesson has gotten through to all of you."

The children scurry out of the room quickly. 011 stays for a breif moment, looking at 002 on the ground, but then quickly leaves as soon as he looks at her. Peter and Y/N pick him up from off the ground and carry him to the infirmary.

He wipes out as soon as he's placed on the bed. Peter turns to Y/N.

"He's going to try to kill her," Peter says.

"Eleven?" Y/N questions. "Why?"

"They think she told Brenner," he explains. "He'll allow it to happen, too. He wants it to happen."

"Why? Why would he want that to happen?"

"Because she scares him. And he knows he can't control her. He knows she's like us."

Y/N's silent. She looks at 002, who is fast asleep.

"What do we do?" She asks Peter.

"Leave it to me. I'm going to get her out of here." Peter tells her.

"And what about you? Brenner will know it's you who helped her." Y/N says. "Peter, I can't keep watching you get hurt."

"Never mind me." Peter chuckles lightly. "It'll all be okay. Do you trust me?"

"It's not you who I don't trust, Peter. You know that."

"Answer my question, Y/N," He says, lifting her chin. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Good." Peter smiles. "Meet me at the exit around five. Don't be late. We're going to help her, and she's going to help us."

Y/N looks at Peter, puzzled. He chuckles at her expression and then walks out. She doesn't know what his plan is... but she trusts him. She trusts him with her life.

So, she meets him at the exit around five.

"What are we doing here, Peter?" She asks.

"Shh." He puts a finger to his lips. "We're waiting for Eleven, and we don't want to get caught now, do we?"

"No." Y/N shakes her head. "We don't."

"Right." Peter nods.

Y/N gasps as she hears footsteps coming down the stairs, so Peter grabs her and puts his hand over her mouth. He drags her to a corner so they could hide from whoever was coming, but it turned out to be 011.

She's walking and looking around.

Peter takes Y/N's hand and reveals themselves, but 011 doesn't notice them until she backs up into Peter.

"Quiet," Peter whispers. He and Y/N begin to walk away, but he turns to face 011. "Follow us."

He leads 011 to a tunnel and removes the gate blocking it off.

"Now, it's going to be a bit scary in here, but this, this will lead you out beyond the lab fence into the woods," Peter explains to her.

011 turns her head, looking at Y/N and Peter.

"You're too big." 011 points out.

Peter takes 011's hands.

"We're not going with you, Eleven." He tells her. "I meant what I said when I called this place a prison. Everyone here is a prisoner, not just you. Not just your brothers and sisters, but the guards, too, the nurses. Y/N. Me."

Peter takes a deep breath.

"Here."

He moves his hair to show 011 the chip inside of his neck. He moves 011's hands to it.

"Can you feel it?" He asks. "Y/N has one, too. Your papa calls it Soteria. It weakens us. It tracks us. Even if there was a way out for us, he'd still find us. And if he finds us, he will find you."

011 stays silent for a moment.

"What if I make it go away?" She asks.

Y/N had finally put the pieces together.

011 would bring their powers back.

"You helped me. I help you." She continues.

Peter smiles and stands up. He undoes his belt and hands it to Y/N.

"This is going to hurt. Bite down on it." He tells her. Y/N nods and takes the belt from Peter's hands.

She sits on the floor, moves her hair out of the way, and bites down hard.

011 raises her hand and an immense amount of pain strikes through Y/N. Quickly, the chip flies out of her neck. She stands up and grabs it, examining it. The chip had been in her neck for years, and she couldn't believe that she had finally gotten her powers back.

She hands the belt to Peter.

"Your turn." She says before kissing him on the cheek. "Good luck."

He smiles and then sits, biting on the belt. 011 removes the chip from his neck and he stands. He walks over to Y/N and looks at the bloodied chip. He picks it up to look at it closer.

"Who knew something so small could cause so much trouble?" He scoffs. He then turns to 011. "Thank you."

011 nods with blood dripping down her nose. She wipes it, and that's when the door slams open.

"Stop!" Guards yell.

"Run!" Y/N demands. She grabs 011's hand and the three of them start running. They hurry into the hallway, only to be cornered by the guards.

"Hey!" One yells. "Where do you think you're going?"

They turn on a taser and Y/N inhales sharply, in fear.

"Against the wall! All three of you, now!"

"No." Peter smiles, grabbing Y/N's hand. "You don't have to fear them Y/N. Not anymore."

"Take them." The guard says to the other.

They begin to walk over, and that's when Peter turns around and lifts his hand, sending the guards behind them into the wall. Y/N follows his lead and does the same to the ones in front of them, sending one into the air and the other into the wall. The last one stands in fear, backing up.

Peter tilts his head, snapping the guard's neck.

011 looks at the two of them in shock.

"Come," Peter says, leading the two of them into a closet. "Both of you. Wait here. Don't move. I'm going to find us a way out."

"Peter, you can't do this alone," Y/N grabs him. "Let me help you."

"You can help by staying with Eleven. Make sure she stays safe."

"Wait." 011 interrupts. "How did you-"

"Like I said," Peter says. "We're alike. You and I."

He rolls up his sleeve.

001.

011 gasps and takes his wrist. He smiles and then leaves, going to find them a way out.

"And you?" 011 asks.

Y/N looks at her.

"I was first," Y/N explains. "I wasn't given a number. He thought I was the only one... until he found Peter."

Y/N and 011 wait for Peter until they hear the alarm go off. They both have the same instinct to hurry out of the closet and to find Peter. Y/N hears a noise from one of the dead guards walkees and picks it up. She turns up the volume and hears screaming. Her eyes widen and she grabs 011's hand.

"We need to find Peter." She says, racing through the halls.

The two of them see blood everywhere and look into one of the rooms. 010 is on the floor and so is Dr. Brenner. They hear more screaming and turn around to see an orderly dead on the floor with a pool of blood around him.

They look into the other rooms to find the other children dead. Their limbs were snapped. They continued running through the halls to find more orderlies and guards dead on the floor. There was blood everywhere. They run into the Rainbow Room, finding more dead children with their limbs snapped and eyes popped out.

Y/N looks in front of her.

002 is floating. His eyes are in the back of his hand and he's struggling against...

"Peter!" Y/N screams.

002 falls to the ground. Peter doesn't even turn to face them.

"I asked you to wait."

011 runs to leave, opening the door, but Peter turns around and slams it shut. 011 is yelling, struggling to get the door open.

"Peter, stop!" Y/N cries.

Peter moves towards her and she can hardly recognize him. Blood covers his shirt and face. His eyes were full of hatred.

011 stands closely behind Y/N.

He lifts Y/N's chin.

"Why do you cry, Y/N?" He asks. "After everything this place has done to you? To us? Hm?"

"Peter... what did you do?"

Y/N is shaking.

"You'll understand. Eventually." He says, cupping her cheek. 011 is grabbing onto Y/N, hiding behind her. "Oh, I know you're just scared right now. I was scared once, too."

He wipes a tear from Y/N's cheek.

"Peter." Y/N begins to collect herself. "What did you do?"

She's speaking more sternly to him.

"You've always wanted to know what happened, didn't you?" Peter questions. "How I ended up here. Why I've never told you. Do you want to know now, hm?"

Y/N stays silent. She doesn't know where this is all coming from. She doesn't know where her lover has gone.

"I didn't fit in with the other children," Peter begins. "Something was wrong with me. All the teachers and doctors said I was... broken."

"Peter..."

"My parents thought a change of scenery, a fresh start in Hawkins, might just cure me," He continues. "It was absurd. As if the world would be any different here. But then, to my surprise, our new home provided discovery and a newfound sense of purpose. I found a nest of black widows hiding in the vent. Most people fear spiders, but you've always known I've had a thing for them, didn't you."

Y/N stays put. She doesn't respond. She let another tear fall down her cheek.

"They are... the most important of all predators. They immobilize and feed on the weak, bringing balance and order to our unstable ecosystem. But the human world was disrupting this harmony. You see, Y/N, humans are a unique type of pest, multiplying and poisoning our world, all while enforcing a structure of their own. A deeply unnatural structure. Where others saw order, I saw a straitjacket. A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made up rules."

He begins to raise his voice.

"Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded, lesser copy than the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce and die!" He yells. "Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized, I didn't have to."

He continues.

"As I practiced I realized I could do more than I possibly imagined. I could reach into others, into their minds, their memories. I became an explorer."

"Peter... what happened?" Y/N repeats. "What did you do?"

"I saw my parents as they truly were. To the world, they presented themselves as good, normal people, but like everything else in this world, it was all a lie. A terrible lie." His voice gets louder. "They had done things, Y/N. Such awful things. I showed them who they really were. I held up a mirror. My naive father believed it was a demon cursing them for their sins. But my mother somehow knew; knew it was I holding up that mirror. And she despised me for it."

011 holds Y/N tighter.

"She called a doctor, an expert. She wanted him to lock me away, to fix me, even though it wasn't I who was broken. It was them. And so she left me with no choice." He explained. "No choice but to act. To break free. Which each life I took, I grew stronger. More powerful. They were becoming a part of me. But I was still a child. And I did not yet know my limits. And it nearly killed me. My father was arrested, blamed for the death of my sister and my mother just as I had planned. But I was far from free. I woke up from my coma only to find myself placed in the care of a doctor, the very doctor who I'd planned to escape."

"Dr. Brenner." Y/N finishes for him. He chuckles.

"Papa." He hisses. "But the truth... he wanted more of you. More of me. The truth is... he did not want to study us. He wanted control of us. When Papa finally realized he could not control us, that's when he began to recreate us. You remember this, don't you? When he robbed us of our powers? Hm?"

Y/N slightly nods, and then Peter grabs her face and she gasps, strruggling against him.

"However..." He continues. "I am so glad I met you, my love. We can do extraordinary things."

Y/N's eyes shift to the dead children on the ground.

"They're not gone, Y/N. They're still with me." Peter says, pointing to his head. "In here."

"You tricked me..." Y/N says. "You tricked us!"

"Tricked you?" Peter scoffs. "No, I saved you! You- we; we were prisoners here. We are better than they are."

He grabs Y/N, pulling her closer to him.

"Come with me, Y/N." He kisses her hands. "Come with me, and we'll be free. You. Me. And Eleven. Imagine what we can do together. We could reshape the world, remake it however we see fit. Join me. Please."

"Peter..." Y/N shakes her head. "I can't. No."

"No?" Peter questions.

011 raises her hand, sending Peter flying back; slamming him against the mirror and onto the ground.

"Peter!" Y/N cries, running over to him.

No matter what he's done; no matter how much of a monster he is...

Y/N could never stop loving him.

She kneels down.

"Peter, please. Stop this... whatever you're talking about." Y/N begs. "We could build a new life together. You, me, and El."

Peter stands up, ignoring her. He glares at 011. They both move towards each other and then raise their arms. The lights begin to flicker.

"Stop!" Y/N screams. "Both of you, stop!"

They don't listen.

"Peter, she's a child!" Y/N yells, rushing over to him and grabbing him. He stops fighting 011 and waves his hand, sending Y/N flying back, knocking her into the wall.

He had never wanted to hurt her; never meant to hurt her, but he is unfocused...

He turns back to 011 and continues.

011 moves back, but eventually finds her ground, but then Peter sends her flying back. He moves his head, moving her across the floor. Y/N begins to gain her awareness again but is too hurt to stand.

Peter then lifts 011 up in the air. She's crying; struggling,

"It wasn't supposed to end like this..."

Suddenly, Peter is knocked back. He looks up, only to see Y/N standing with blood dripping down her nose. There are tears in her eyes, but he cannot seem to come back to reality.

Y/N's angry. Angry that her Peter tricked her. Tricked 011.

She's angry that her Peter dared to hurt her.

She lifts up her arm, sending him flying through the mirror and moving him up against the wall.

He's struggling but manages to get in a sentence.

"What are you going to do, darling?" He questions. "You don't have the guts."

"Watch me."

A hole begins to form in his chest. She's overpowering him completely and he's screaming in pain.

"Stop!" He yells. "Stop it!"

Y/N is too far gone. There's blood dripping from her nose, her ears, her eyes. And before she knows it, Peter is gone. Gone to the unknown.

Y/N sinks to the ground and begins to sob into her hands.

"Oh, god. What have I done?" She cries.

011 comes up behind her and puts her hand on Y/N's shoulder.

That's when Brenner comes in.

"What have you done?" He questions, looking at the two of them. "What... have you done?"

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dysfunctionalaliens · 2 years

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Staff Room Crushes -Peter Ballard

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female Reader

Summary: Breaks in the lab bring not only gossip but confessions of hidden feelings

Warnings: Fluff, Peter struggling with his feelings, Bad Coffee and snacks, Accidental confessions, Flustered Peter, both Peter and reader have feelings for one another

Word count: 1.9k words

A/N: This was requested by @rebel-blue who asked for: Peter Ballard plus #19 “I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else.” from the prompt list. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys this! This is my first time writing Peter so it’s a test run.

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Drumming your fingers on the table, you stole a look at the clock on the wall, seeing that only a solid four minutes had passed since you last checked.

Breaks at the laboratory never felt like real breaks. They felt like timed moments of madness sitting alone in a bleak white room with shitty coffee and even worse food. Occasionally others would join you in sitting and waiting to return to normalcy but most would rather spend time walking around like a trapped animal or attempting to have casual conversations with one another.

You sipped the coffee you held in a white mug, the mug in question almost perfectly blending in with the white orderly outfit you wore and walls. The coffee tasted bland and off as you forced yourself to swallow, placing down the mug onto the table.

The door opening brought your attention finally to something else so you wouldn’t have to stare at the god-awful white walls and listen to the ticks of the clock. A woman appeared wearing a similar outfit to you, beaming once she saw you sitting stiffly at the staff table. She walked over fast, her heels clicking against the floor as she did.

“Hi (Y/N)!” Lisa greeted as she sat across from you, helping herself to the box of stale treats that sat upon the table. “Mhm, you won’t believe this.” She spoke as she bit into a pastry.

Lisa amazed you. She was always positive and perky despite being a prisoner at the laboratory the moment she stepped foot onto the grounds. She knew everyone and seemed to know everyone’s business. At first, you found her unnerving due to the positive energy but now found her energy much needed to combat the dull and even grim energy that roamed the lab halls.

“Oh? Please tell me what I simply won’t believe.” Your words were nothing to her as she finished her treat and leaned towards you. “Mary and David, you know them, right?” She grabs your wrist as she talks, “Linda says that she saw them together. Like together, together.” You can’t help the look of confusion that crossed your face at the news. “But I thought Mary was married?”

“So did I! But Linda says that she saw them being closer than just friends. Now I know I shouldn’t say this but.” Lisa’s voice drops to a whisper, “Is it really that bad? I mean we are kinda stuck here for God knows how long. Do you really think she’s ever going to see him again?” Her words cause you to pause and frown.

Lisa was partly correct. Anyone who became an orderly or even a nurse was trapped in the laboratory. Any family or spouses you had, you had to leave behind entirely to commit to your job. You knew Mary wasn’t going to see her husband again. And if she did, it wouldn’t be for years and years. Who knew if he would even be alive when she could. Or if she would be alive.

“Well, I guess congrats to her for finding some happiness in this place.” You finally speak after a ghost of a minute.

Lisa lets go of your wrist to steal a sip of your coffee, face scrunching up in displeasure as she does. “That’s awful. I can’t tell what’s worse, the amount of sugar you added or the coffee.” Her words causing you to roll your eyes in response.

“Is that all you have to tell me? The paper must be dry today.” Lisa snorts at your words before placing down the dirt water you had to call coffee. “Actually...” Her voice grows in pitch, immediately causing you to squint your eyes at her in distrust. “Lisa. Whatever you are about to tell me, better not make me walk out of this staff room.” You warn the woman who has a Cheshire grin on her face.

“Supposedly you have yourself an admirer. John told Linda, who told me, that he saw Peter watching you. And from what he said, it isn’t the first time he’s been caught staring at you.” Her words cause your cheeks to grow warm as you lean back in the squeaky staff chair.

Your feelings for the tall blond man were well known across the staff. You couldn’t even count the dozens of times you had been caught simply watching him as he did his daily tasks. You weren’t even sure what about him stole your attention, or why anytime you and him shared brief words you found yourself breathless and suddenly so aware of everything around you.

Peter was so perfect it unnerved you. No matter the time of the day you found yourself finally getting a glimpse of him, nothing about him was out of order. Not a single stray hair out of place nor a single wrinkle on his pristine white shirt.

But maybe that’s why you liked the man so much. Despite how he perfectly blended into everything the lab represented and was, you still couldn’t get him off your mind. He always lingered in the back of your mind as you cleaned or even while you prepared to turn in for the night.

“Peter watches everyone. There isn’t much else to do when we are stuck in the same cycle everyday. Remember he works directly with the kids. Dr.Brenner probably wants him to be aware of everything around him.” You grabbed your mug and placed it away from you both as you frowned. “Yeah but-” The staff room door opening cut the conversation short as you both turned to glance at who had entered.

Sure enough, there was the man of the hour. Peter almost seemed surprised at the presence of you two but quickly masked it with a polite smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He questioned, tone curt and polite.

“No! I mean, no. I was just leaving. I gotta get back to work anyways, always on the clock.” Lisa was quick to stand, throwing you a look as she did. “I’ll see you later (Y/N), It was nice seeing you as well Peter.” Lisa was quick to say her goodbyes and all but flee the staff room leaving you alone with the man.

You couldn’t help but blink in shock at the now empty chair. Shock soon took over as you realized she had all but abandoned you with Peter.

“May I?” Peter’s question brought you out of your thoughts as you turned to see him gesturing to the now empty chair Lisa had once sat in. “Oh yes! Go ahead. It’s the staff room after all.” You quickly cringe as you accidentally state the obvious.

If Peter had noticed your stumble, he chose to ignore it as he sat himself down across from you. As always, he looked perfectly put together. Nothing out of place.

A moment of silence passes as the clock ticks to fill the space.

“So..how's your day going?” You asked the blond man across from you who smiled at your question.

“It’s going fine so far. It’s only about noon?” He pauses to glance at the staff clock, “Yes, only noon. The kids are taking a small break before attending to more lessons so I decided to spend my break here. I wasn’t expecting company though.”

“Oh, I could leave, if you want to be alone?” Peter shakes his head at his words and waves a hand. “No, In fact I’m glad you’re here. I feel like we never get to have time alone.” You feel the warmth return once more, his words immediately causing your brain to turn.

You begin to fidget, running your finger against the table in a line repeatedly. “Yeah, we both are pretty busy huh? Me cleaning this whole place and you working with the kids. I’ve seen you with them, you are great with them. Not trying to be creepy or anything...” You trail off feeling shyness begin to creep on you.

“I could say the same to you.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion at his words. “I’ve seen you talk to them when you think nobody is looking. The younger children seem to adore you.”

“Oh, I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought I was. I can’t help it; I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. I used to babysit the neighborhood kids when I was a teenager. My friends couldn’t believe I’d rather spend my nights after school watching toddlers or screaming five-year-old’s.” You chuckle as you speak.

“That’s good though. The kids need positive interactions between everything. And with how you seem to brighten up when talking to them, I would say it helps both you and them.” You both share a kind smile at his words. “They always get so happy when you enter to clean and give them that smile you always do. You don’t fake liking them and you don’t show fear towards them.”

“Of course not. They are just kids at the end of the day, they need kindness as they grow. I know Dr.Brenner doesn’t want us interacting with the children outside of professional acts, I just can’t help it. Rather it be just a smile at one of them or a small conversation, I’m not going to ignore them or treat them like how some of the other staff does.” Your nail tingles as you finally release your finger from the cycle of a line.

“Well still, it’s good what you are doing. It’s risky but I’m sure the children can’t help but get excited anytime you enter the rainbow room. That smile of yours no doubt making their day. I know it makes mine.” His words make your heart pound in your chest.

Peter’s expression changes to one of almost shyness, a look you had yet to ever see on his face. “Although I must admit, I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else that isn’t me. I know it’s silly as you are simply smiling at the children or even other staff, but I can’t help the jealousy that fills my mind.” Peter speaks as if his words don’t carry the weight of dozens of apples falling from a tree.

“Excuse me?” You found yourself whispering as your face grew boiling hot at the sudden words from the blond man.

“Oh, would you look at the time? I must be returning back to children for lessons.” His words are fast and rushed as he speaks, panic outlining them. As you steal a look at Peter as he stands up, you catch sight of his flushed cheeks. The red staining them almost like a paint splatter.

“Peter wait-” “I’ll see you soon I assume?” He questions as he all but throws himself away from the table and towards the door.

You knew if anyone walked in, you and Peter would be a sight for sore eyes. The shock painting your features and the red exploding on his face would no doubt be a pair the staff would never get tired of gossiping about for months.

Mouth unable to form words, you simply nodded as he opened the staff door.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

“Goodbye Peter.” You respond as he all but runs out of the room, leaving you sitting at the staff table in shock.

His words replay in your mind as you bring a hand up to gently touch your cheeks that were flushed with warmth. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes you as you replay his words non stop in your mind.

Wait until Lisa hears about this.

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ilikefandoms · 2 years

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Safe - Peter Ballard

Summary - You are afraid of being captured back to the lab, and you can’t seem to relax. Peter helps you

Pronouns used - They/Them

A/N - God, this is my first time writing in over a year. Hope this didn’t suck

Warnings - Mentions of shock torture, OOC Peter ig? This is mainly gender neutral, but Peter does pick the reader up

Word Count - 1,474

You were on edge. You constantly felt like you were being watched: every phone that rang making you jump out of your skin, every security camera you came across felt like it was watching your every move, daring you to look directly at it so it could track, and hunt you down. And, considering you worked at the local supermarket, that wasn’t good thing.

Your boss had noticed how uneasy you were, and after an incident of you shattering a bottle of wine, after a customer had tapped you on the shoulder, she promptly asked you to go home and get some rest.

So arriving home, you kicked your shoes off, switched on the TV and collapsed on the couch. You tried to wind-down and relax, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t been able to relax, or even sleep, in what felt like days, and if you weren't careful, Peter would start to notice. You couldn’t worry him with this, he didn’t deserve more stress.

You jolted at the sudden sound of the front door opening. It was only Peter. “You’re home early darling,” Peter said, spotting you on the couch.

“Yeah, work sent me home early,” you said.

“How come,” Peter sat next to you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

“Couldn’t concentrate, the told me to go home,” you shrugged.

“Oh,” Peter responded, “I’m going to make pasta tonight, your favourite,” He smiled.

“You don’t have to,”

“Well, I bought the stuff for it at the little store next to work before I came home,” he remarked.

“Any reason?” you queried.

“Just want to treat my favourite person,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, “Just stay here, and I’ll call you through when it’s done,”

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” Peter stood up, “I have magic literally at my fingertips baby, you just relax,”

You stayed sat on the couch hearing the muffled clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. You couldn’t relax. You thoughts were racing through your head.

What if Brenner found you?

What would he do to Peter?

What would he do to you?

Memories of the lab plagued your mind.

...You awoke with a groan, your limbs still shaking. Your electrical burns bandaged, but still throbbing in pain. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision. You were in the infirmary, the white curtains that surrounded your bed giving it away.

“You should’ve stayed away from Peter when I told you to!” Dr Brenner's angry voice pierced your ears, as yet another shock was delivered to your abdomen by an Orderly.

“Please, make it stop, I’ll do anything!” you begged, tears streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating. You didn’t know how much more you could take of this. It felt as if your brain was bleeding out of your ears. Surely you wouldn’t make it...

You heard hushed voices from behind the curtains, “Please, just two minutes, I need to see them,”

“Fine. Two minutes, not a second more. I’m not putting myself on the line for you Peter,”

Peter. Peter was here.

You watched as the curtains were pulled back, and promptly closed again, revealing Peter, “Hi darling,” he was whispered.

“Hi,” you croaked out, as your boyfriend kneeled down next to your bed, and gently held your hand in his.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the back of your hand.

“It’s not your fault,” you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Just promise me one thing,”

“Anything my love,”

“Get us out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can bare this,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears.

“I promise,”

“Darling, dinner’s ready!” Peter’s voice snapped you back from your trance.

You took a deep breath, as you dragged yourself off from the couch, and into the dining room. Peter was placing your plate at your place on the table, “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pulling your chair out.

“Just water please,”

Peter returned less than a minute later, and set the water down on the table, “Looks amazing” you smiled at Peter as you spoke, “Thank you,”

“Not a problem. You know I quite enjoy making it,” Peter told you. He hadn’t been able to cook before in his life, and when you escaped, he had bought cookbooks-a-plenty. He had enjoyed creating and tasting all these new foods with you, lots of which he had never had heard of before.

You said little as you ate, preferring to simply listen to Peter talk about his day at work. You let out a small laugh as he told the story about how his co-worker had spectacularly tripped over his own two feet. Peter always had the ability to make you laugh when you were feeling down.

You and Peter finished eating, and you both stood up, bringing your empty plates into the kitchen. You went to turn on the hot tap, and wash up, when Peter grasped your arm, “I’ll do it later darling,” and as you opened your mouth to protest, he said “Ah, ah, I won’t hear it. Come on,”

Your boyfriend held your hand, leading you back into the living room, and onto the couch. He faced you, and clasped your hands in his, “What’s going on with you Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Peter stated, “I’ve noticed how little sleep you’ve been getting, how jumpy you are, and how on edge you’ve been,”

You swallowed. You didn’t know you’d been that obvious.

“Look at me,” Peter said softly, “You can talk to me. You always can. I just want to help you,”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. How could you tell him what was going on in your mind? Wouldn’t that just make him just as paranoid? Would he be angry that you were thinking about the lab, and not this new life you had made for yourselves?

You felt a couple tears drop from your eyes, and hastily removed your hand from Peter’s to wipe them. It couldn’t hurt to try and tell him. It’s just Peter. Your Peter.

“I just..” you took a deep breath, composing yourself, “I keep thinking about the lab, and what they did to me - what they did to us, and I just keep wondering...” you trailed off, letting more tears fall.

“Wondering what, sweetheart?” Peter asked, wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs.

“What is they find us?” you blurted out, breathing heavily, “What if they take us back? What if they hurt us again?” your voice cracked as you spoke, “And, what if.. they take you away from me?” It was somehow worse to say out loud.

“Oh darling,” Peter pulled you into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his shoulder, “They’re not going to find us. But, if in a ten-million to one chance that they do, they’re not going to take us. I’m going to protect you. I would never let them take me away from you,”

“Promise?” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I promise,” he affirmed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You looked up at him, still sniffing, but no tears escaped from your eyes, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” he presses his lips to yours, “Lets go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded, and before you could get up, Peter was tightening his grip around you, and stood up, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Peter gently placed you onto your queen-sized bed, pulled out some comfy pyjama trousers, and one of his oversized t-shirts for you to wear from the chest of draws in the corner of the room, then proceeded to get changed himself. He had put on a plain pair of pyjama trousers.

Once your were both changed, he guided you in silence to your en suit bathroom, to brush your teeth. He then guided you back to your side of the bed, and opened the covers for you to get in.

Switching his bedside lamp off, and getting into his own side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around you yet again, “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now darling?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure,”

“Do you want me to help?” he asked.

“Please,” you nodded.

Peter slowly trailed his hand up, and down your back. You started to feel more relaxed, feeling like you could almost sink into the mattress. His hand traced up your back once more, this time, lightly pressing onto your temple with his fingers.

And, just like that, all your worries were gone. All those bad memories were nowhere to be seen. You felt at peace, your brain full with happy memories of you and Peter. You slowly drifted away into a slumber.

“Sleep well my love,” Peter whispered, wiping his bloody nose with a tissue, and placing it in the bin next to the bed, “I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”

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