Summary: At Hawkins lab, sometimes even the nurses can get injured. And when you do, you’re lucky enough to have the one and only Peter Ballard to patch you up.
Warnings: mentions of blood and injury
Words: 1.4K
The experiments at Hawkins lab were never dangerous, at least not to the nurses who took care of the children. However, this tidbit of information wasn’t entirely comforting, as the nurses could never really live their lives without fear of getting injured at their workplace. Sometimes accidents happened.
The accidents seemed to happen quite a bit to the one and only Peter Ballard. The blond man always seemed to end up in your small office, seeking medical attention for small cuts and scrapes, or headaches and small pains. You always gave him what he needed – whether it be a bandage or a panadol – but you enjoyed when he visited. You couldn’t deny, Peter was a gorgeous human, and you’d grown quite fond of him – his hair looked silky and soft enough to run your fingers through, and his striking blue eyes were captivating.
The two of you had become friends, although sometimes it felt like maybe there could be more. The long glances and lingering touches supported your feelings, but you always ended up convincing yourself it was one-sided. Besides, the two of you took your duties seriously, so the chances of anything happening between the two of you were slim.
But even if you took your duties seriously, you couldn’t help but smile at him across the room. His hands were behind his back, but he moved slightly so that you could see his subtle wave.
All of the children stood in the plain, white room, standing along the walls. One of the children – Eleven – was sitting in front of a ring of lights, attempting to light them up and move the light around in a circle. She was struggling, and you watched with a slight frown. You liked Eleven – she was quiet, but always kind.
Eleven whimpered as she tried to light up the ring. She turned to face you, fear and desperation evident in her gaze. You gave her an encouraging smile and a nod, and you hoped she remembered the words you’d spoken to her in the rainbow room – “I believe in you.”
She sniffled slightly, before turning her attention back to the ring. You crossed your fingers behind your back, praying for the girl. While you weren’t privy to all of the results of the experiments, you knew that Eleven harboured the most power, she just didn’t know how to control and use it. But you were sure she would learn.
Slowly, a single light on the ring lit up. A broad smile grew on your face, and you looked up at Peter. He was watching you and smiling slightly, his eyes showing something that looked suspiciously like adoration. When he noticed your gaze, his smile turned more shy, and he looked away bashfully.
“You have to make the light move, silly,” one of the other children – Two – said to Eleven.
Her face fell as the other children began to laugh, and you turned to focus your attention on Two.
“Hush,” you scolded. “Let her concentrate.”
While you were a kind nurse, the children knew when to listen to you, and to respect you. Two fell silent, the other children following suit. You gave Eleven another encouraging nod, and she focused her attention on the ring. After a moment, she held out her hand and screamed, the lights on the ring blaring bright, bright enough to blind everyone in the room.
You closed your eyes and glass shattered. You felt it slice at your skin and you cried out, falling back, your spine slamming against the white walls. Something wet and warm slid down your cheek. There was a hurrying of footsteps and suddenly there was a pair of hands on you – a gentle pair of hands. You opened your eyes to see Peter looking at you in concern, his eyes raking over your body for possible injuries, before they snagged on your cheekbone.
“I can accompany her to the nurses’ office,” Peter offered, looking to Dr Brenner for permission.
Because there would always be the need for permission in this job, this life. Dr Brenner looked you over briefly before nodding to Peter, who helped you to your feet. He steadied you with an arm around your waist as he helped you out of the room, your legs shaking slightly from shock.
The two of you walked down the hallway in silence, your embarrassment growing. In all honesty, the suddenness of the light and exploding glass had frightened and surprised you, but it didn’t warrant all this. You could easily clean yourself up, even the blood that was definitely making its way down your chin now. The door of your office came into view, and Peter opened it, letting you inside first. You expected him to leave then, to go back to taking care of the children, but instead he began going through the draws, looking for things he needed to patch you up.
“You don’t have to do this,” you mumbled, embarrassment heating your cheeks. “I can do it myself.”
“I can do it,” Peter said smoothly.
You closed your mouth, and Peter gathered everything he needed before placing everything on the desk. He looked at you expectantly, and when you stayed still, he gently pushed you down onto the stool the children usually sat on while you patched them up.
“You can go now, if you want,” you tried again.
“I can do it,” Peter repeated, more firmly this time. He looked into your eyes as he grabbed a wet cloth. “I want to.”
That shut your mouth, and you prayed that he wouldn’t feel the heat of your cheeks as he knelt between your legs for better access and brushed the cloth over your cheekbone – over the cut from the glass. From the little, smug smile that appeared on Peter’s face, you knew he felt your burning cheeks.
It was silent as he worked, and you didn’t want to break it. It was peaceful as he cleaned your cut and carefully, gently placed a bandaid on your cheek. His thumb smoothed it over softly, bringing a small stinging to your cheek – a stinging you ignored, as Peter’s eyes lingered on your lips. Your breathing hitched, and his eyes flicked to yours, a smug smile growing on his face. He turned his head to the door, which was closed, before looking at you again.
His thumb brushed over your cheek again, and you held your breath. His stunning eyes were gazing at you intently, and his rosy lips parted slightly.
“Y/n,” he murmured, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “Y/n.”
“Yes?” you breathed, your heartbeat increasing as you noted the proximity between your faces.
His breath fanned over your face, and you blinked quickly.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered.
Your world froze, and sped up, and a new, unknown confidence surged through you.
“Then do it,” you said, surprised to find your voice unwavering.
Peter grinned, and leaned forwards, his lips meeting yours. Your hands found their way into his hair as his found your waist, tugging you closer to him. His lips moved over yours hungrily, like he’d been dreaming of this for a while, and you tugged his hair lightly, earling a small groan from him in response. You felt like you could kiss him until you ran out of breath. And run out of breath you did, and Peter pulled away, leaning his forehead against you.
“That was…” you loosed a breath, unable to find words.
Peter let out a breathy chuckle.
“Agreed,” he murmured. He paused, before continuing, “can we do that again?”
You were about to answer when there was a small, hesitant knock at the door. Peter stood up instantly, his eyes trained on the door. You stood up after him, and Peter opened the door, his body tense. He relaxed slightly, however, when he recognised the person at the door. He stepped aside, and Eleven walked in, slightly hesitantly.
“Eleven,” you greeted. “How can I help you?”
“Are you okay?” she asked quietly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise.”
You smiled and knelt down in front of the small girl.
“I’m fine,” you assured her quickly. “I’m very proud of you. That was impressive.”
Eleven smiled shyly, and you offered her another smile.
“You should probably be getting to your room now,” you told her, standing back up.
Eleven smiled again and left with a wave. You smiled after her, before turning back to Peter. He was watching you with a smile, and he moved towards you cautiously before wrapping his arms around your waist. You responded by wrapping your own around his neck, smiling back at him.
*You have had those days where you fell asleep alone and woke up with various stitchpunks sleeping on/around you and it's honestly very sweet
*breaking up fights between these guys is actually way more difficult than you'd think
*You are no longer afraid of weird noises you hear at night because about 97% of the time, it's the little dudes
*you've also woken up a victim of pranks (covered in dirt, drawings on your face, etc.) and it's usually the twins-
*You have woken up to 6 staring at you, but other times, he's not trying to stare or freak you out, he's trying to wake you up for whatever reason
*one time you lost 5 and after about four whole minutes of searching, you found that he was tangled up in your hair (if not your hair, your blanket)
*you explaining how big the ocean is and them actually not entirely believing you.....until you showed them some pictures/books....
*educating them on memes. THAT'S IT. IMAGINE THAT- XD
that's all for now I'm working on some other things ;)
Sooo how about romantic headcanons for #1 from the movie 9 please?
Yandere 1 (Romantic Headcanons)
Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.
A.N. – The designs for this film are a visual treat. I wish there was more of it.
Despite his reclusive nature and propensity for obscuring the truth in the name of safety, 1 expects unconditional honesty from his partner at all times. He demands that they report any findings and direct any questions to him before anyone else. 1 does not trust the rest of the group to tell them what he wants them to think, which is that the world is a hopelessly dangerous wasteland and the only haven lies with him. Because of this paranoia, he dictates that 8 inform him of any long conversations they have with the others.
1 forbids his partner from leaving whichever sanctuary the group happens to occupy, arguing that one of the other members can and should take their place in scouting expeditions. This preferential treatment is something that he denies in everyday talk and disguises as a byproduct of his self-proclaimed responsibility to protect the best interests of the team. It is most difficult to conceal when a machine assaults the base, for 1 is ready to sacrifice as many lives as needed to secure the getaway of himself and his partner.
If a secret or lie is exposed with his partner at the centre, 1 accuses every stitchpunk with a vague connection to them of corruption and conspiracy to inspire a rift in the relationship. He acts as if his partner is an innocent who lacks the sense and experience to know any better and requires instruction, while the others are blamed for taking advantage of their kindness and warned to keep their distance for the foreseeable future. 6 and 2 are liable to defy his ruling and interact with them once 1 turns his back, and 2 is outspoken about his concern for 1's authoritarian behaviour.
The free-spirited 7 learns of the situation through the whispers of 9 and 5 when the two visit during missions, and she tracks down his partner to offer them asylum. 7 speaks of freedom and promises that they will never have to spend another day in the company of 1. These accommodations collapse as soon as 1 suspects the involvement of 7, with the elder stitchpunk attempting to place his partner on lockdown and ordering 8 to augment his patrols.
It is 1's staunch belief that curiosity and knowledge are the enemies of a stable and reliable existence. In his idea of a perfect world, his partner knows as little as possible to keep them ignorant and in need of his guidance. He takes preemptive measures to steer them away from anything and anyone who may provoke questions that he neither can nor wishes to answer, as he desires to have his word seen as absolute and fears that too much introspection and contemplation will damage their willingness to comply with his rules.
(8-23-2022)
hey
wanna get more active on here and I just randomly started thinking of Shane Ackers '9' because THAT MOVIE SLAPS so here are some HCs I've thought about for a long time now....
MEETING
Stitchpunks and Human!reader hcs
(kinda wanna make this a thing because I CAN-)
(((So, for how you got to this world, how long you've been here, and why you're here, you can kinda come up with your own 'origin story'. There are thousands of cool possibilities! get creative lol-)))
*When ya'll met, the first thing that was quite obvious to you all was the height difference
*also the species difference, but that was a given (are Stitchpunks their own species? Could they be classified as one? I wanna think so)
*anyway, yeah, the size difference was NOTICABLE
*Even if you're considered small for a human, to them you're fuckin HUGE dude....
*If you're considered tall for a human, now your tall status has trIPLED
*and some where totally put off by your size (1 especially)
*they where certain there where no humans left. HOW DID THEY MISS YOU?!?!?
*(and I'm pretty sure this is cannon?) You can't understand them. They talk in such a high pitch, your human ears can't pick it up. BUt don't worry, they can understand you (so watch yer mouth lol).
*So because of this, you guys developed a system. They write to you on paper and you can verbally respond.
*And sometimes they will act out a question if paper isn't available.
*also picking up on facial expression and gestures helps
*and oH MAN do they have questions for you! (ESPECIALLY 9! AND 2! and, well, pretty much all of them except for 1....if you couldn't tell, he doesn't like you....at least, not at first)
*and some questions have easy answers ('whats your name?' 'how old are you?' 'are there other humans still around?' etc......but some simply don't.....)
*but it'll be ok, all questions will have answers eventually
*9 was amazed to find you! From the moment ya'll met, he had so much to tell you and ask you. And he was just as excited for the others to meet you!
*8 was.....well, 8.........he may or may not have tried to slice you- (and yes your size did put him off quite a bit at first-) (hey, dude was used to being bigger than everyone, now that the tables had turned, he didn't know what to do-)
*7 was curious, but cautious. She'd watch your every move. She wasn't scared, but she didn't trust you immediately. You didn't seem threatening...but she wanted to be sure
*6. Oh man. He was still his shy, unique self. Half the time you didn't even know if he knew you where there or what you are. But he did show you his pictures, which was nice. He didn't have much to tell or ask you, but you would catch him staring at you sometimes.
*5 had questions for you too, but he wasn't as foreword as 9. (Hey, trying to communicate with something ten times your size can be scary, ok?) But he eventually did work up the courage to talk with you. He's happy he did.
*3 and 4 where AMAZED by your existence! They didn't really write to you much, but they still where happy you where there. It was kinda cute to see them so amazed at you simply existing!
*2 asked you questions ALL DAY! And for every one answer, three more questions came up. It was sweet, but you where a little disappointed you couldn't answer ALL his questions (but it's ok, he understands)
*1 wanted nothing to do with you....no amount of coaxing by the others could make him even think about possibly talking to you. Weather you had any part of the war or not, he still kinda blamed you for it. And sometimes you swore you could see him mouthing bad words at you (he'd leave as soon as possible tho). Who knows, maybe one day he'll warm up to you......
So that's all for this post
TODAYS TOPIC: Various bits idk
*If you have long hair, they've all totally climbed it at some point
*If you have short hair, a few of them have totally gone out of their way to play with it.
*You once showed them how to play various card games. One day when you came to visit them, they had found a lot of different types of cards laying around and where now trying to play some type of game with them. It was kinda funny to see 7 pull out five uno reverse cards in one game and somehow win
*you once watched a nearly hour long argument unfold between 1 and 9. You had no idea what they where talking about or who won, but it was something
*you where very useful in helping them move large objects and they appreciate your help
*it became super normal for any of them to bring you a random object and ask what it was. It sorta became a game for ya'll
*a lot of them like to ride around in your pockets (especially shirt pockets) and it's fun for you too!
*be careful where you sit down, you don't wanna accidentally crush someone!
*and that may or may not have happened once on accident
*don't worry, 8 was fine
~MUSIC~
These dudes LOVE music!
When you live on a huge dead planet and there's nothing to do in the evening, music is an obvious answer
They will listen to pretty much anything and everything.
If you play an instrument, (yes singing counts), they'd LOVE to hear it!
They've even made their own instruments before! They sounded very interesting.
SO GLAD ME (((AND A FRIEND OF MINE WHO DOESN'T HAVE TUMBLR TO MY KNOWLADGE))) ARE NOT THE ONLY ONES LEFT IN THIS FANDOM AND I'M SO GLAD MOST OF US AGREE ON THINGS <3
so yeah how bout this
Stitchpunk and Human!reader hcs
So for whatever reason, it's now night time and it's time to wind down and go to bed. But tbh, it feels like a whole ass sleep over.
*Ya'll started the night trying to wind down, but it was hard considering all the things you guys did that day. Good or bad, it was fresh in your minds and kept you wide awake.
*at around eight pm, you where starting to try and wind down, but this was when 5 and 9 started telling dumb jokes. Not wanting you to feel left out, they wrote a few out for you and then the twins started acting things out, making you laugh even more!
*then 1 came out and told ya'll to quiet down....
*....but uh......WHY ARE THINGS SO FUNNY WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LAUGHING??!?!??
*you all looked at each other as soon as he left the room and the ROAR OF LAUGHTER (mostly from you because, again, their voices are too high for people to hear)
*nine pm rolled around, you all eventually wound down for a bit. Everyone started sharing stories. The twins projected a few pictures for you so you knew what the fuck was going on.
*and that got you guys hyped, especially that story about that one time 6 got himself stuck in a jar and accidentally rolled down a hill...
*he did look a bit embarrassed when that one came up...but he laughed
*next thing you knew, ten pm rolled around, but nobody wanted to sleep. Instead, you wandered outside. NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG, OUTSIDE ON THAT PLANET IS DANGEROUS but you didn't stray far from the church and payed attention to your surroundings....while goofing off, of course.
*you know what, it was prob. a good thing that you where outside. 1 didn't hear you guys.
*then you heard some scary noises and came back inside
*at eleven pm, you where all chill and laying down, just ready to go to bed.......
*and then you all started thinking of funny jokes and any remnant of drowsiness was rendered non-existent
*this was also the night you realized 2 is a VERy heavy sleeper-
*throughout the night, you all continued to mess around, try and fail to hold back laugher, and pull small pranks on each other until finally you all passed out around dusk
*that night (between midnight and when ya'll fell asleep) was mostly a blur, but it was also hilarious.
*despite the language barrier (well, actually it's more like a hearing barrier???), ya'll bonded a lot and it was very sweet <3
nah you know what
controversial take
RANT INCOMING
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Baby Stitchpunks make no fucking sense.
yes, the idea is cute, the designs are cute, the storylines are interesting.
Ya'll may have had something there (MAYBE)
BUT MECHANCIAL CREATRUES CAN'T REPRODUCE
NOT A BODY AND PROB. NOT A SOUL
creating a body and growing a new soul from an already fragmented soul doesn't make much sense because while the new body might be there, the parent would be loosing a piece of themselves. They are already a fractioned piece of something, so this would potentially be detrimental to their being.
and eventually there will be no more souls to fragment because they where cut in half and half again and again to a microscopic level
you can't just pull new matter out of yer ass-
child-like stitchpunks can exist (3 and 4 could be seen as kids)
small stitchpunks can exit (6 is the shortest out of the group)
but reproduction makes no sense
AND I DO NOT
wanna know
if there is such a thing as....eh.....doll....s....e......x......
thank you goodnight
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(and I'm not trying to be the writing/art police, I'm just saying that in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't add up. But then again, what I think doesn't really matter because people are gonna do whatever they want regardless if it makes sense so idk-)
seriously don't get butthurt I'm just saying-
keep writing and drawing and coming up with ideas
the more you do it, the better at it you'll get. That's a fact.
