Could we get a Peter Ballard x fem!reader fanfic where they fall asleep cuddling in her bed and Peter accidentally forgets to go back to his own room so they get found out by Brenner? With Peter being all protective and ‘don’t touch her’ over the reader and like trying to take all the blame and hiding her behind him to try and keep her safe? Fluffy ending please. Sorry I know it’s pretty detailed lol
71. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!”
summary: after he spends the night in your room, your secret relationship with peter is discovered.
pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of violence, slight torture?
note: this is a little long i will add a read more tag to it tomorrow !!
You woke to the soft sounds of Peter’s delicate breathing. His messy, blonde hair was sprawled across your pillows and his head was tucked into the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped loosely around your waist and below the white blanket that was covering the two of you, your legs were intertwined, creating a mess of limbs.
You slowly turned your body to face him, dragging a single finger down the bridge of his nose and across his lips. His face was illuminated only by the small stream of light coming in through the blinds of your window. You studied the details of his face; the way his lips were a little chapped, the way his long eyelashes fell gently onto his cheeks, and the redness of his nose, which indicated the winter weather could be felt even from inside the lab. A small smile made its way onto his face, giving away his awakening. “You’re staring,” he whispered, his eyes still closed as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You’re so beautiful, Peter,” you whispered back, continuing to draw little shapes across his face with your index finger. His nose scrunched as you found a ticklish point near the base of his ear.
Quick, constant footsteps throughout the hallway outside you room alerted both of you to the time. It was well past the time Peter would usually sneak away back to his own room. A pit of anxiety began to grow in your stomach as Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he held a finger to his lips, signaling you to remain quiet. He calmly placed a soothing kiss to the crown of your head, untangling himself from you and standing up. He had fallen asleep in his work clothes, which were now wrinkled and he looked quite disheveled. Doing his best to make himself seem more presentable, he placed an ear against your door, listening intently for any sign of approaching footsteps. When he concluded that it was safe, he cracked the door open, peering out. Before exiting, he sent you a grin and a promise to see you later.
The rainbow room was your favorite in the entire building. The children were allowed to play and explore using their talents and you were allowed more time with Peter, who often patrolled the room with you. You noticed that he looked far more presentable than he did that morning, his hair was neatly fixed and he had changed his clothes, opting for an outfit with less wrinkles. To preserve the secrecy of your relationship, the two of you chose not to interact very much in front of the children, however, the lingering glances spoke enough for the both of you. From his place next to 011, Peter caught your stare, sending you a barely noticeable wave and a tight smile.
The sound of a door opening caught the attention of everyone in the room. Dr. Brenner entered the room, eyeing each of the children before his eyes finally landed on you. “Miss Y/L/N and Mr Ballard, I need to see both of you in my office,” the tone of his voice frightened you and you sent a worried glance towards Peter, who kept his eyes on Brenner. The two of you followed Dr. Brenner out of the rainbow room and down the scarily white hallways of the lab.
Brenner’s office was a place you had visited very rarely. The walls were white and decorated only by various awards he’d won over the years. Everything seemed to have a specific place and was organized neatly. Two guards stood menacingly on either side of the room and you gulped as you suspected what this was about. Brenner took a seat behind his desk, motioning for you and Peter to take the two chairs across from him. “I suspect the two of you know what this is about,” Brenner leaned forehead, intertwining his fingers on top of his desk. “Perhaps you should blame Mr. Ballard’s blatant ignorance and disregard for security cameras,” Brenner’s dark eyes fell on you as he spoke, his tone becoming more hostile as he continued. When neither you not Peter responded, Brenner motioned the guards forward. “Take them to the electric shock room,” he demanded, standing and casually stretching his limbs.
Peter’s chair created a loud screeching noise that captured the attention of the room as he abruptly stood up. He struggled against the guard’s grip, thrashing about as he tried to free himself. The other guard quickly grabbed you by the arms, dragging you slightly. “Don’t touch her!” Peter’s unusually gruff voice rang through the air as he tried to reach for you. “It was my fault! Please, she didn’t do anything!” He begged, tears filling his waterline as he attempted once more to free himself. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!” Brenner seemed to perk up at Peter’s words and emotions, holding up a hand to stop the guard from dragging you from the room. “If Mr. Ballard wants to take the blame for this, we’ll let him. Escort Miss Y/L/N to her room and take Mr. Ballard to the electric shock room.” Peter’s eyes never left yours as he was violently dragged from the room and down the hall.
You didn’t see Peter for the rest of the day, choosing to lock yourself into your room and hide in your bed instead. As night fell, your room became too dark to see, however, as your door knob rattled and turned, a bright light filled the room from the hall. You peaked up over your blanket, watching as Peter made his way slowly into your room, softly closing the door behind him. A groan escaped his lips as he sat down on your bed, pain evident on his face. “Peter?” You mumbled, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around his back, resting your head on his back. “Hi, darling,” he greeted, visibly relaxing at your touch. You gently pulled him down to lay beside you, your hand finding his hair. “Why’d you take the blame?” You inquired, running a hand through soft, blonde locks. He smiled wryly, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hands tugging through his hair.
"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.
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.
Protective Peter is just something else.. 🥵 Andd because of him I was thinking about requesting one shot with him - where reader is scared, sitting in the chair with the scientists around her, listening their talking about another experiments they want to do on her, and when she's almost crying, Peter enters the room and with just one move of his hand all the scientists are dead 🤭 I just know that he would be the most protective boyfriend ever 🤤
I had fun writing this !! thank you so much for your request beautiful ♡
Give Me Your Heart And Your Hand And We Can Run .
pairing; Protective!boyfriend!Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader
summary; In the request! readers scared whilst listening to the scientists talk about tests to run on her, and when she finds herself on the edge of tears, Peter comes in and takes her away. <3
warnings; mentions of murder, crying, extreme fear
a/n; I'm trying so hard to think of something to write for Anthony Hope oh my god it's not even funny
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The sound of printing and machinery filled the room, but the fear was the only thing blanking everything out. Your skin prickled with goosebumps.
Scientists were inside of the testing room, where you'd been forced into. You didn't want to do this, you missed the outside world.
People must've thought you were dead, or just went missing, maybe even moved. You hated to think about it, you weren't dead, you were kidnapped.
You tried to focus on reality, fear was consuming you, bound to swallow you whole at some point.
Suddenly there was a headset being forced onto your head, thankfully they wouldn't be buzzing you to your scalp since you were 28.
At least they allowed you some sort of freedom, but only because you knew the fucked intentions or Hawkins Labrotory.
You'd read the newspapers, the articles, hell you've seen the building for yourself before you became trapped inside if that place like someone trapped a hamster inside a cage.
And the facility making you play along in their tests and mess of genetics to give you physiological powers was like the hamster running on the wheel.
You focused your attention on the white walls, then the tiled flooring, the feeling of the headset thats wrapped around your head, and suddenly reality had pulled you back to itself.
"Is Brenner going to allow us to put her inside of the Nina project?" One of the female scientists asked, your ears were suddenly one of the most active senses you had.
You glanced up at the camera in the corner, the red blinking light was the most color there could've been inside the room.
You looked down at the floor, it had a shine to it from the nauseating white lights in the ceiling slabs. it reminded you of the classroom ceiling from high school.
"Brenner hasn't had any of the others test out the Nina project, it could be dangerous."
"But he needs a test subject, we could use her instead of risking one of the children subjects."
Your breathe caught inside of your throat. Children subjects? what the fuck? this rancid place tested on children?
"No, Brenner strictly informed us to not interfere her with anything else until we've studied her brain enough to estimate what she can and cannot do."
"It's still worth a chance to confrence with him and discuss having use her as a test run for Nina."
Your heart rate felt like it was beginning to speed as your fear began to swallow and digest you.
"Fine, we will conference with Brenner and discuss it then, but as of now we are focusing on seeing if her mind can handle the challenge of the test examples we have in place."
You weren't sure if you'd ever make it out if this building alive, or what it would've mattered even if you did, how would you cover it up to the outside world? where people didn't know the containments of Hawkins Labrotory.
You didn't want to be here, or anywhere else in the building, you weren't sure where you wanted to be, you just wanted to get away.
Your throat began to feel sore, like there was a wire wrapping itself in your nerves of your neck, and your eyes became soggy.
This was not what you would've expected your adult-life to have turned into, a lab rat. Your life has been now officially thrown away, and all you could do is live in fear.
Except that's not whats happening. And you knew that everything was now changing for you and your future when you saw the man you'd fallen in love with opened the door those scientists forced you behind.
He seemed normal, except he looked at you, for a split second, but it didn't feel like a normal glance he'd spare you, he was telling you something.
You couldn't piece together what though, what was he telling you?
"Is there something in need for you Mr. Ballard?"
"Yes, actually, I'm in need of Ms. L/n." His voice seemed firm
"Did Brenner ask you to escourt her to him?"
"Not quite."
"We're going to have to ask you to leave-"
"Gladly." And with the quick turn of his head, they all dropped dead.
You gasped quickly, as he walked over to you whilst the alarms throughout entire facility blarred.
"What did.. What did you just do?!" You asked him as he grabbed your hand, the both of you running out of the room.
"I took care of them so we can leave, like they asked us too." He looked over at you whilst the two of you ran, hand in hand and undoubtedly in love, smiling cheekily.
You had been awake for hours, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling in the dark. Alone, you were left to your own thoughts as the others slept soundly, piled on top of each other.
Eddie's soft snores filling the room in comfortable white noise. Robin babbling incomprehensibly, her arms and legs twitching every now and then under the weight of Steve. Your eyes cast over them and to the table.
You couldn't even read the bright red numbers on Steve's bedside clock anymore, eyes too bleary and heavy.
You needed to get up, tip toe around and just contemplate every decision you had made up until this moment. How had it all come here?
Were you simply this poor of a decision maker, or like Rome, did all roads lead here? Roads to an inevitable demise, started with you.
You knew deep down that they all blamed you for everything, the walls whispering the words in the silence.
You didn't give the old floorboards the chance to whine, as your sock clad feet almost floated over them. The Harrington house was so silent that the lock on the front door being turned sounded like a gunshot. You took a deep breath before pulling open the door.
In your sleepy confusion you didn't understand at first that beyond the now open door was misty daylight, and pouring rain outside of Hawkins Lab. Looking behind you back into the house it was still pitch black.
You left the door open as you moved to a window. Beyond the window was Steve's street, no rain, and dark enough that the stars and moon alone illuminated the street.
Looking out the door once more, you decided to go out.
You're kinda cute but it's raining harder
My shoes are now full of water
Lovely to be rained on with you
Stepping out the door, you were immediately drenched. You felt sad and disappointed but could not remember why.
Behind you was no longer Steve's house, but the front door of Hawkins Lab. Inside the glass doors, nurses rushed around, a receptionist sat at a front desk, nothing like how you remembered it. This looked more like a hospital than your personal hell.
The walls inside were not stark white, there were messy rainbow circles taking up an entire wall. Clearly painted by young children. The Lab now had a lobby, and comfortable waiting room chairs.
Turning back to the parking lot and looking out at all the people running to their cars in the rain, you shivered.
The rain pounded against you as bounded down the steps, your arms wrapping around yourself, head down to keep the rain out of your eyes.
It finally clicked, why had you walked to work on today of all days. Your memory was no longer foggy, completely clear, like coming out of a drunken haze.
You had walked to work in the golden and pink light of the early morning, breathing in air so crisp and cold it almost felt sharp in your lungs.
How hadn't you seen the rain coming? How hadn't you smelled it in the air? You could feel that you were forgetting something, multiple things, it didn't make sense.
You looked down, Hawkins Lab had never given you real clothes. Or had they? It was becoming increasingly fuzzy as you walked further and further away from the door.
The rain pounded almost painfully hard against your skin, but then it stopped, and you were left with just the sound of heavy rain hitting fabric.
You looked up and there he was. Beautiful, angelic, almost ethereal in the foggy light.
"Walk to work again, Y/N?"
The words came out without thinking, shouting over the pounding rain, echoing underneath the canvas fabric of his jacket, "I didn't think it would rain!"
He smiles, "We never do! Do you want a ride home?"
It's kinda cute but it's so short
Then you're drivin' me home
And I don't wanna leave
But I have to go
His car is warm, even in the bitter cold outside, the inside feels heated and cozy. The seats so soft and comfortable they almost reminded you of your bed and nearly pulled you into a blissful sleep.
Your favorite music was playing softly, but something was clawing at the back of your brain, telling you that something was wrong.
But how could something be wrong when he was right there, so close you could smell his Vanilla Bourbon cologne. A scent you could faintly recall from long ago, but now it consumed you and held you in it's embrace.
You looked at him and felt those same feelings you felt years ago, he was even more beautiful than you remembered. Though, your memory of him was tinted blood red, those memories were fading just as quickly as you could recall them. The fearful anxiety that filled your chest faded and faded so quickly you were left at a loss for words why you had been scared in the first place.
The silence was peaceful, but your favorite song still scratched in your head, but the uneasy feeling faded away like waves being pulled back into the sparkling ocean.
"Are you okay?" He asked suddenly.
You turned towards him, wondering how you'd found yourself in a fuzzy black blanket, "What?"
"Its just... You haven't said anything in a while, I wanted to check in on you. I know thunderstorms can be scary sometimes-"
"I love thunderstorms," you injected, "it's my favorite kind of weather."
The corners of his lips twitched up into a sweet smile, "Thunderstorms, huh? What is it about them?"
"I like the way the rain sounds from inside, and the rolling of the thunder, like a tidal wave of relief and peace rolling over. The light filling up a dark room for a moment, I love it all."
His smile was bigger now, "I'll remember that."
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
Before
He pulled up to the front of your house, putting his old beat up car, possibly a relic from his father's time, in park.
You turned to him, heart pounding in your chest just as hard as the rain pounded against the exterior of the car, almost deafeningly loud.
Your lips parted but no words came out, how on earth would you speak? It was like you had forgotten how to. You could feel it in the back of your throat, but it almost strangled you.
Say something! Anything! Anything at all! Just make a single sound come out!
He was experiencing the same, god he wanted to talk, he wanted to hear you talk, he'd listen to you for ages upon ages if he could. Your voice a sweet melody that has run though his head for as long as he could remember.
The sound of your voice taking over every memory he has, even the ones he'd rather keep locked away inside, he closed his eyes for a moment, and put those memories back into their blood stained boxes.
You snuggled further into the dark warm fuzzy blanket, Henry dripped, the heat on high and turning the car into a sauna.
His hair dripped and soaked into his already drenched shirt. Rivulets coating his body, water drip drip dripping off his nose in a way only romcoms correctly portrayed.
Before you knew what was happening, his sweet lips were on yours. His hand cradling the back of your head, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
His lips were soft and warm and all you could think about, fireworks were going off behind your eyelids, this was perfect. Everything was perfect.
You stumbled backwards out of the car, him quickly following suit, his hand cupping your face as your back hit your front door.
His hands drifted down your body, his hands gripping at your hips and butt. You moaned into his mouth as he pulled your leg up to sit on his hip.
You fell back into your house as he opened the door.
Bedsheets, no clothes
Touch me like nobody else does
Lovely to just lay here with you
Golden light streamed in through slightly sheer curtains, illuminating his completely peaceful sculpted face.
You laid there, just looking at him, eyes tracing his nose and lips, counting his eyelashes and the little freckles and "imperfections" that dotted his perfect skin.
The golden light made him look even more angelic than normal, you could get used to this.
You're kinda cute and I would say all of this
But I don't wanna ruin the moment
Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos
The bright white lights of the Lab shone down on you, bathing you in their ugly florescence but you looked angelic all the same.
He watched from the rainbow room, hands full of the children's drawings just for you. In all of them, the two of you were depicted as parents. Him in a suit, and you in, what seemed to be, a 1950s style red dress. Of course all the kinds clothed you in red, they all knew it was your favorite color.
It was a dream of his, to have a family with you, but this was the closest the two of you could currently get.
He could feel himself slipping, but looking at you brought him back. The way your eyes shone and sparkled with pure adoration of him.
His did the same, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning up at the sight of your smile. He could swear that no one could ever be as perfect as you.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you fall back into his embrace as he kissed at your neck, you giggling the whole time.
But it's over
Then you're drivin' me home
And it kinda comes out as I get up to go
You kiss me in your car
And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before
Your favorite band played softly in the background. The car the same cozy warm blanket that wrapped you in the smell of him.
A sweet vanilla bourbon, that got you drunk and dazed. Lately you hadn't needed alcohol to get you drunk, only the idea of him.
You couldn't tell when the gray clouds had rolled over, and the rain, thunder, and lightning had started, but inside the warm cozy car, you couldn't help but be completely relaxed.
Like the way your body relaxes and drops all tension whilst falling asleep. Like a baby kitten being picked up by its mother by the scruff of its neck.
He smiled, the rain blurring the shapes outside, making it feel more like a watercolor painting than like real life.
But it's not real
And you don't exist
And I can't recall the last time I was kissed
He took your hand, pulling back your sweater sleeve to rub his thumb over your number tattoo. His striking blue eyes staring up at you for a moment, "We're just the same."
His shifting in the car's seat causing his stark white sleeve to shift up, revealing his own tattoo. Your stomach dropped seeing the numbers inked on his skin. It all came flooding back.
Your blood soaked memories staining the leather seats. Blood drip drip dripping down off everything like rain.
The sky rolling over red, lightning cracking loudly above head, followed quickly by deafening thunder.
Looking out of the old car window, everything was stained red, like the sky was a red piece of glass that made everything tinted.
You looked back at him, catching faint glimpses of the monster he's become.
Your chest tightening again, remembering all that had happened, and what it all meant.
It hits me in the car
And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before
Before
Your back hit the car door, the window crank digging into your back. His hand came up to cradle your face, long claws appearing and disappearing almost faster than the eye could see.
"There's no need to be afraid, darling." His face almost glitching from angelic, to blood spattered, to demonic.
You cringed away from his hand, but he only followed, his voice becoming deeper, raspier, more demonic, "You loved me once, you can love me again."
Your breath hitched as tears rolled down your cheeks and coated his palms. He licked blood and tears off his fingers, smiling at you so sweetly.
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Steve rubbed his eyes, the morning light shining in through the blinds. Robin's legs tangled with his as they both dog piled on Eddie.
It took him a few moments to realize that you were not wrapped up in the pile as well, tattoo on your wrist, a symbol of protection.
He shook Robin awake, her drool leaving a wet patch on his shirt.
"Guys, guys, has anyone seen Y/N?" Robin shook her head, trying to snuggle into Steve's shoulder. Eddie threw his body off the bed, landing roughly on the floor to wake himself up.
Eddie's hair a wild tangled mess as he stood up, "Where's Y/N?"
Steve rolled his eyes, "That's what I woke you up for. I woke up and she was gone. Robin. Robin! Time to get up! We have to look for Y/N."
"Where'd Y/N go?"
"This is literally the entire point Robin." Steve dragged Robin out of bed, Eddie following suit. Robin stopped suddenly in front of Steve and Eddie, a horrible screech ripping through her throat.
"Oh my god." Robin's voice cracking as she fell to the carpeted floor, the downstairs hardwood stained red, your body twisted and bent, gaunt and gray.
~~~~~~~~~~
Henry's old blue car with the white top rolled up the driveway. A recreation of his old memory, one that previously angered and upset him, but now he was in his father's shoes.
He held the door open for you as you stepped out, willingly falling into his arms completely enamored by him. Clothed in a cute red 1950s style dress.
His old home in the background, a pretty yard with rose bushes, a tree with a perfect branch to hang a swing from. The perfect tree for a tree house. The perfect house with a perfect yard for a little family to keep you occupied in the prison of your mind.
He had you right where he wanted you, and now he was never letting you go. You would be with him forever.
a angst fic where orderly!reader seeing another female orderly flirting with Peter and, peter thinks its cute that reader is jealous so he flirts back. then he got confused on why reader ignores him, she only told how she felt when he finally cornered her and peter makes it up to her?? :))
AN: I am alive! I haven't written for Stranger Things since last year, and I am so happy to be back. and this fic was so fun and fluffy. Bite sized and not too long! Enjoy!
“You have adjusted so well to your new position, Miss Brown.”
That was the first compliment Peter had given another co-worker in months besides you. Miss Brown this, and Miss Brown that. She was a new Orderly who had been placed on your ward after a new group of children had been brought in. Brenner had high hopes for these children and only wanted the best to handle them.
Her name was even perfect. Miss Brown. Like Charlie Brown. The smell of warm coffee at the beginning of a morning shift. Chocolate. The leaves turning for Fall. She was too perfect, and how you seethed.
“Good morning, Wilson. How are the children doing this morning. Any progress with 003?”
Wilson. You met Peter’s gaze, swooning at how kindly he looked at you. Your name wasn’t anything like Brown. It reminded you of football and shoelaces. There was nothing poetic about it, and it made your temper simmer dangerously.
“Morning,” you replied shortly, tearing your gaze away to lock on the floor. Your shoes scuffed against the linoleum, squeaking in the silence. “003 is doing well. 011 is still in conflict. But with time things should mend, we hope.”
“Well, that’s good to-”
“I have to go,” you cut him off, not sparing him a second glance as you made your way out of the hallway and to the breakroom. You needed to breathe. And your heart was in your throat, closing it up.
You shut the breakroom door behind you, sighing in relief when you saw you were alone. You made your way to the coffee machine, slow brewing something dark and bitter. Cupping the mug, you poured as much milk in as you could. If only you could wash Miss Brown away as easily as weakening your coffee.
“This is absurd,” you muttered to yourself, scoffing at how ridiculous you were being.
You had been working with Peter for a long time, and you knew him. He was kind to everyone. But before Miss Brown you had been the only other female Orderly on your ward. You hadn’t known Peter to extend his kindness to another woman before that you happened to work with every day up until now. Knowing that he was sharing his attentiveness with someone else left a pang of jealousy, and hurt, in your heart every time you saw him smiling at her.
With a sigh, you sat down on a rickety fold out chair in the corner, looking down at your sad, weak mug of coffee. This was truly a sorry sight.
“y/n?” a knock on the door.
You froze, eyes quickly flitting up to the door’s window and down again. Of course he’d come running after you, generously kind as always.
You heard the door open as you idly watched your spoon stir your coffee around.
“Are you alright? You seem off today.”
Oh, how concerned he sounded. Like he actually cared.
“I do care.”
Oh, shit you’d said that out loud, hadn’t you?
“Well, I don’t care that you happen to care,” you snapped, finally looking up at him.
He looked surprised at that. You weren’t usually like this at all. This seemed to spur him on, prodding at your thinning patience like a stick to a bear ready to leap.
“I don’t know what I did,” he started, slowly sitting down on a chair next to you. “but I would like to know what is going on.”
You stared at him. Those blue eyes staring into your green ones. Earth against water, and tumultuous with conflict as they battered against one another.
“It’s Brown,” you said simply. You took a large sip from your mug and grimaced, a frown deep in your brow.
“Brown?” he was even more perplexed now.
You got up and threw out the coffee in the basin, moving to the machine to brew another cup.
“Stop. What do you mean by Brown?” He got up and caught your wrist, stopping you from starting up the machine again to drown out his voice.
You whirled around. “B. R. O. W. N! Do I have to spell it out for you? You like Miss Brown.”
His grip on your wrist loosened and you yanked it away, turning your back on him. The grind of coffee beans filled the stunned silence. You could feel his calculating stare land on your back, a target filled with speculation and judgement, no doubt. If he thought you had gone mad, you wouldn’t doubt it.
“You’re jealous?” was what he asked once the machine had finished, a fresh shot of espresso slowly flowing into your mug.
“No.” You shoved the cap back on and moved down the station to put sugar in.
“You clearly are.” Was that the hint of amusement in his voice? Did he find this funny?
You scowled and shook your head, aggressively dumping the sugar in, not sparing the small grains that flew to the floor a second glance.
The crunch of shoes on sugar as he moved with you. This haphazardly made coffee was somewhat entertaining for him to watch. He smiled a little, charmed by how much you had seemed to lose your composure.
Just as you were about to pour milk (a significantly smaller amount this time), he stopped you. His cool hand rested gently over yours this time, pushing your hand to set the milk carton down.
“I don’t like Miss Brown, if that is what you are so ruffled about,” he said gently, his hand still there, palm down, over yours. If anyone were to come in, they’d find it a funny sight: two Orderlies, both holding the same carton of milk, one ignoring the other.
“Then who do you like?” you pulled your hand away from his in defeat. The soft clink of your mug being placed on the metal table before you turned to face him once and for all.
“You,” he said simply, a small shrug. “From how you’ve been lately, I’d say you do too. Like me, I mean, not yourself,” he laughed awkwardly and oh, the way that smile went crooked on one side made your heart flip.
“Maybe.”
You moved back a little, noticing how close he was. The soft crunch of sugar under shoes again as he moved closer to you again.
“Maybe?” that boyish smile of his never left as he leaned forward, a hand reaching up to brush your cheek.
Frozen. You were actually incapable of moving. And he was so very close to you, the soft tickle of his breath on your cheek as his lips softly pressed against yours in a closed kiss.
Your cheeks warmed as he pulled back, meeting your eyes again.
“I’ll see you after morning roll call,” he said softly, breath fanning against your lips. “Don’t be late. Brenner wants us all there at 7:30.”
Before you could say or do anything, he was gone and down the corridor. And you were left with your cooling cup of coffee and the lingering scent of spearmint and a cologne you couldn’t name.
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.”
author’s note: Gosh I haven’t posted in decades!! I apologize for just disappearing, so here’s a short fluffy Jamie imagine for you<3
warnings: nothing just pure fluff, though there may be a few grammar mistakes sorry!!
“Jamieee” She whined softly from the comfort of the dark grey sofa in the middle of the living room. The fireplace was bright with flames, the tv set on a random channel and my shivering body was now covered with a heavy quilt. That night was a cooler night, and nights like those were meant for tea and cuddles by the fireplace.
Jamie’s shirtless figure stood in the kitchen making the apple cinnamon tea she had requested. She watched as he moved about the space. He was in his own little world, too spaced out to notice her calling his name.
“Jamie” She calls again, this time he turned around and smiled. Seeing the beautiful girl wrapped tightly in the blanket made him feel all warm inside. He admired her a second longer, running his piercing blue eyes over her facial features. Though he was at least 10 feet away from her, he could still see how her eyes sparkle under the fire light.
“Are you almost done?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth at the dazed state her boyfriend was in.
Jamie turned back to the mugs quickly to take the tea bags out and stir some sugar into her tea. The smile seemed to stick to his face the whole time he does this.
Finally, he made his way over to the couch with two hot cups. He set them down on the wooden end table by her head.
She smiled up at him as she moved the quilt to the side so the blonde man could slip in beside her. Jamie took his place behind the girl, wrapping his arms lovingly around her waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He began to leave soft kisses along her soft skin, causing a sweet chuckle to leave her lips.
In that moment, everything else in the world seemed to stop. Nothing was heard but the faint crackling of the fire and her laboured breaths. Nothing was felt but the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her skin against his lips. No one else existed but them in the coziness of their shared apartment.
“I’m in love with you” Jamie whispered against her neck, leaving another kiss to where his confession had landed on her skin. He could feel her breathing hitch as the words left his mouth. Shit he thought. What if she didn’t feel the same? Of course over their 8 month long relationship they had both said the three magical words I love you on many occasions. The phrase was second nature by now, but hearing the words “I’m in love with you” caused the girls mind to short circuit. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard fall from his mouth. She couldn’t form words, or even thoughts for that matter. So she did the only thing she knew she could do in that moment to show him what she wanted to say. She swiftly turned around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands. Her smile was all he needed to see to know that she did indeed feel the same. And to seal the deal, she planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. That’s when his mind short circuited. The world truly did stop when they shared the kiss.
As they both pulled away, she leant her forehead against his. Her eyes were still shut, but his were open. He once again admired her beauty, but this time he could see every freckle on her skin along with the soft blush that appeared on her cheeks.
Just before he falls into another love-drunk daze, she parted her lips to say the one thing he so desperately wanted to hear from her.
“I’m in love with you too.”
Hope you enjoyed🫶 please send in some requests for some stranger things characters! I’ve been on an eddie/steve/billy/001 rampage recently
