#jcb roles

[moonlitdark]

📷 caleglendening: Jamie Campbell Bower as Caleb Sykes 𐚁⊹₊ ⋆

[briderey]

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

--×♥︎×--

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.

[moonlitdark]

🎥 via @vvitchfangs

JCB shares his most amazing memory from working on the set of Horizon.

[briderey]

She's Mine, You Stay Away From Her .

pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; Reader is basically in Elevens spot like in the episodes leading up to 7; The Massacre at Hawkins Lab in season 4

warnings; swearing, descriptions of - Murder, insanity, hatred, being shocked, anxiety, isolation. Peter himself is considered a warning for this fic.

a/n; I've spent forever working on this agh!!! it's been taking up my time of working on other requests </3 but I got the inspiration of this fic based of an edit I saw of Peter to this song! I also just really wanted to write him to a Pierce The Veil song because they're my favorite band :) (HOPING THIS DOESNT FLOP HHJ)

word count; 5.1k

--×♥︎×--

The lingering quietness was always off putting inside of Hawkins Labrotory. It always made you feel uneasy. The fact that you were forced to live and work here everyday for most likely the rest of your life was uneasy.

But there was nothing that could be done, Martin Brenner was a dangerously powerful man who ruled over everybody that was within the walls of his facility.

And it was clear to you that he had not a single silver of an amount for care for the humans inside of his building either. If he did, he wouldn't be scientifically experimenting on children to give them different forms of physiological powers. It was inhuman to do this to undeveloped brains of practically toddlers.

And you having to watch and document it happen every single day was picking away at your sanity piece by piece. What you would do if you could've had the power the children withheld.

You would take matters into your own hands and put an end to all of this insanity that went on, put an end to the man behind the madness.

You weren't sure if you were losing your sanity, or if it was already lost. But you would do anything to break free of this hell, Martin seemed to be Satan himself when someone did something he didn't like, if they even breathed the wrong way, his wrath would come their way and would last for longer than you'd prefer to admit.

But you weren't the only one who seemed to grow this type of hatred for a place like this, no. There was another, And though you'd never been directly told you weren't the only one, you could tell. It was obvious in your eyes.

He seemed to be Brenners favorite, and also his most hated worker, And his name is Peter Ballard. A man with the facial features made of pure beauty like a God.

He isolated from others, as they were uninterested in him and often spat shit at him, infront of him and behind his back and you'd heard it all. Some of the pesky rumors that went around about that gorgeous man seemed so ridiculous a fucking 4th grader could've came up with better.

You were both just looking at eachother, the tension wasn't awkward between the two of you, she was nervous to be standing before you, you towered over her.

She probably would have started to sweat thick bullets if it weren't constantly fucking cold. Which surprisingly didn't constantly get the children sick, maybe them having humanly impossible powers strengthened their immune system to the point they don't get sick anymore.

It wouldn't suprise you if that were true, nothing was surprising anymore unless Brenner left you off with a warning and not 3 hours of you getting shocked to the point your nerves went numb and you felt like you were about to take your last fucking breathe.

"play." Eleven mumbled out and lightly tugged on the hem of your skirt. you raised a brow at her, your face felt blank, and numb, you felt numb inside too.

"play what." your voice was clear and ferm, your remember how your mother used to tell you when you were a teenager that she loved the femininity in your voice, it made you sound more professional.

The image of your mother's face in your head made you feel a certain way, a feeling that had felt lost for a long time, like it was hidden deep and burrowed inside you.

"puzzle." Eleven spoke, bringing you back to the reality you lived in today. the dreadful reality you lived in.

"okay." her small fingers wrapped around your index one, guiding you towards a small table, leaving you next to one of the chairs, you sat down feeling somewhat hesitant. You didn't understand, why now? why would Eleven now be talking to you?

Maybe it was something under the control of Peter, or Brenner, maybe either of them convinced her to talk to you, to get you to like her and use her as a weakness towards you. You didn't trust anyone anymore, the first look you took inside this building, you knew you were fucked.

Eleven sat across from you and placed a tiger children's puzzle onto the table, opening the box carefully. Everything felt off, You'd never spoken to Peter before, but you didn't need too, you already knew he hated this facility as much if not more than you did.

But you did supervise the rainbow room together, You were never a fan of the room, infact you seemed to have a weird sense of hatred for it, the way the room was displayed.

Maybe it was those muted rainbows on the wall and flooring. Or all the toys that surrounded them to make it seem like they were cared for, when in reality it was most likely to keep them distracted from the mortifying reality around them.

The somewhat nice part about that room was the children mostly placed nicely with one another, the youngest would play with wooden building blocks or solve animal puzzles. There were only around 4 of the children that were in their tweens..

It was 002 and his gang, God you fucking hated 002 and his devious little followers. All they did was bother one of the subjects, and specifically one, her name was Eleven.

She never caused trouble, because she was too afraid. She feared everybody, and she was only a little bit older than the youngest ones. She was 8 years old, the younger ones were more around 5-6.

She was especially scared of the workers, but she liked to play around with the puzzles and challenge herself to see if she could solve them, she also seemed to be observant.

She seemed to take interest in you, often you would catch her looking over at you, but you'd never thought anything of it, mainly because you couldn't care enough.

But today was different, because this time instead of the small girl just eagerly staring at you, she ended up walking her walk over towards you. You tried not to show the suprise on your face, you saw Peter watching her as if he were a hawk and she was a meek prey from the corner of your eye.

Her shaved head looked up at your eyes, You assumed she wanted to talk to you, but since she was 8, and no one cared to teach these beings anything else other than how to enhance their powers, they most likely didn't understand how to form full sentences from what you've seen and heard.

You looked around the room carefully without trying to move your head much, you started inspecting the rest of the ominously quiet room. The children were usual to minding their business.

You brought your gaze to the blonde man who kept to himself, and noticed he couldn't seem to keep his own gaze off of you.

'..Weird.'

You looked back over at Eleven and found her struggling to fit a puzzle piece to connect with another, though it was the wrong piece. You carefully took the small cardboard photo from her tiny fingers and placed it in the spot, she just stared at you, like she were embarrassed.

You weren't really sure what you were supposed to do or say now, you sort of just awkwardly smiled, it was too quiet for you to speak, your sanity didn't want you to crack somehow by simply speaking to an 8 year old.

She sort of just awkwardly looked away from you like she felt shy or wanted to speak, but obviously as noted before, she doesn't really understand how. Which is expected.

She instead just went back to figuring out how to member the tiger into a normal photo once more. You observed her movements closely, usually when she would think very critically of her next move she'd place her small index finger onto her chin or lower lip.

Every now and again she had to look up in your direction, as her way of saying "help" or "can't figure it out" and you wordlessly helped her and pieced the correct parts together. She'd finished her puzzle just as Brenner had entered the room.

"Goodmorning Children." And there she was to get quick on her feet and in her spot where she always stood in union with the rest of her "siblings."

You were meant to stand as well and did so, you watched all of them follow out behind Brenner and were fast to break the puzzle and place it back inside its box and onto the shelf where it was kept.

When you turned again, Peter was still stood in that spot next to the door, you knew he was watching you, and as much as it would've put anyone else on edge, it didn't for you. You were constantly being watched by your every move in your life now, so it seemed like nothing new.

--×♥︎×--

It was now your break, taking your time into the breakroom, it was like any other room. Only with a fridge and a counter top inside of it with a coffee machine. The coffee was rancid, tasted horrid.

The taste of the dirt water reminded you of when your father forced you into summer camp, when he first told you he had signed you up, you were extremely pissed.

"I'm am not going daddy! I do not want to go to summer camp! I'd rather be home!"

You would whine and complain to him, but there was nothing to be done, he already signed the paperwork and handed over the cash.

And when you had gone, it was more fun than you had expected. You went inside of a swamp and a creek, and went fishing, did tie die and collected rocks and small insects. You'd even found a snapping turtle once.

Remembering the times of your early teenage years and how you'd been happy made you feel a sense of grief, and also anger. With yourself and the world around you.

You pushed through the double doors of the breakroom, grabbing water from the half broken refrigerator and sat down by yourself, alone.

You were always alone, even when there were others around you, you were alone. No one seemed to take interest in you, not like you'd wanted them to anymore at this point.

Even if you could see through that perfectly physical man with those deep blue eyes, you were still alone. you always were since birth. Barely ever had many friends, always the targeted girl when it came to kids who had troubles in their own lives and had the shit audacity to take it out on you.

What you would've given to get your revenge on those little fucks at the time you were dealing with them.

What you would give to get your revenge on Brenner and all the shit he's dumped onto you and the rest of the people who were imprisoned here.

Your train of thought about you getting your pay back was interrupted by the sound of the doors opening again. You didn't want to make it noticeable that you were checking who was entering, But you weren't too shocked to see it was Peter.

You stared at the bottle of water that was held in your hands, small beads of sweat forming on the plastic and making your hands moist.

The sound of coffee pouring from the dispenser of the machine filled the room, no matter how similar you could tell you were to others, you never understood the trouble they would put themselves through of drinking the mud water that was labeled as "coffee" in this building.

what's something that was a shock to you about the man was that he'd sat across from you, he never interacted with you before and now he's suddenly across from you, you could feel him staring again.

It was like Lazer beams burning through metal. You'd felt that same feeling with Brenner multiple times before, it was an anxiety inducing feeling.

It reminded you of how he'd lecture and yell at you for the littlest of actions, like giving one of the children candy or something else that doesn't even matter.

And then when you would refuse to look at him because you didn't want to see that familiar cold glare that would send shrieks of fear throughout your entire being he'd send you to the punishment room.

Your skin began to form goosebumps at the memory of your entire body going numb and not being able to feel anything and your throat constantly hoarse and sore from that fucking collar he'd put on you like you were some dog.

Your skin felt itself getting warmer like your blood was boiling with rage from all your mistreatment and how you could do absolutely nothing about what you've gone through.

You shook your thoughts away, not wanting to physically remember what it felt like to wear that collar or feel those metal rods connect with your skin.

"Eleven seemed to take an interest in you today." His voice broke the imagery of your memories and your eyes automatically looked into his, they weren't cold like Brenners, they were light, and reminded you of clear skies during the summer that you used to take in while you'd make castles at the beach when you were a child, or would learn to ride your bike as your mother helped guide you in the spring, how you'd ride around your neighborhood as a teenager and would embrace the warm air and beautiful sky.

"Yeah, I suppose she did." Your voice was flat, but it wasn't cold, or mean, but it also didn't sound normal, but what would he know anyway? he's never even spoken to you before.

"She usually doesn't do that with the orderly." He clearly wanted to talk to you about something and it wasn't Eleven, but you weren't sure if you should just go along with it, or tell him to get on with the point already.

"She usually isn't like that with anyone." you remarked, there was a slight snark in your tone, you didn't really want to come off as snarky, but who wouldn't after all the shit that goes on in this place?

"So I've noticed" He didn't sound mad, and he still hadn't taken his eyes off you the entire time, it was a little uncomfortable how good he was at holding eye contact, but maybe that's what the point of making it so strong, was to make the other uncomfortable.

Or maybe it could've been unintentional, it was clear why it was one of the reasons your coworkers commented it on it and called him 'weird' or 'creepy.'

It didn't make you as uncomfortable as it would've others, it was normal to feel that way in Hawkins Labrotory. But when it was Peter who was making this strong of eye contact, it didn't seem that uncomfortable anymore. His eyes were so angelic and his hair seemed perfect in the horrible light, almost like there was a halo around his head.

It felt almost like you were losing yourself in him, like the way you'd lose yourself in the pages of a book, or a masterpiece of a drawing that someone would spend day and night on.

Maybe because in your eyes, he was like a masterpiece drawing, he was beautiful.

The both of you were just glaring at eachother now. It wasn't awkward, it only would've been if you told yourself it was. You learned a long time ago about how it worked that way, your mother had told you.

"That was so awkward.." You spoke quietly, walking out of the doctors office with your mother.

"It was only awkward because you had told yourself it was." She replied, walking to the car that your father was waiting in.

"What do you mean?" You looked up at her as she suddenly stopped in her movements and looked down at your 13 year old self.

"It was only awkward, because you told yourself the tension and the interaction was awkward." You were still confused.

"If you don't tell yourself when something is awkward, you won't feel so anxious or uncomfortable anymore." And then she continued back in her tracks.

you were only 13, so you still didn't understand what the hell she was talking about, and even now you didn't really understand. She'd worded it in a way were it sounded like she thought awkwardness was just an illusion of the human mind.

Sometimes your mother would be very smart with her words or explanations, and others it seemed like she just didn't care enough to hear you talk about how you felt, or she just wasn't sure how to explain something to you.

It was now that you realized that you still didn't respond, assuming that's what he was waiting for, there weren't any words that were forming out of your throat, and lunch was about to end anyways so you just stood to your feet.

"Lunch is about to end, maybe I'll see you tomorrow." You spoke quickly before exiting, he was watching you the entire time, of course.

--×♥︎×--

It was now Training of the next day, the children were lined up against the wall whilst they waited for their turn to use their powers on a ring a bulbs that was implanted in the floor infront of a metal chair.

It was currently 002's turn to attempt to light the glass bulbs, You walked up and placed the headset onto his buzzed scalp.

You felt your skin grow warm with how close in contact you were with him as a visous anger grew deeper in you for him. And for a split second, you were thinking of what it would've looked like if you killed him right then infront of everyone.

When you finished placing the wiring on his head you quickly walked away back in your spot at the corner of the room, clamping your hands behind yourself as usual.

You glanced over at Peter, and he was quick to look back over at you, but it wasn't like he darted his head over at you, it was slow and calm. Maybe that's what was off-putting about him that people didn't seem to like.

It was sort of assuring to see him be slow and calm, almost like he was tired, or maybe just burnt out, whether it was mentally or physically you didn't know, but it was sticking out to you.

He was good at masking how tense he was and how much he hated everyone here, as were you. Maybe he could see through you too and that's why he had spoken to you yesterday.

He seemed to take a liking in Eleven though, he was sitting next to her and talking to her a few days before she'd spoken to you, which is why you were curious as to whether if it were his doing or not.

Brenner had forced Eleven to go next by brainwashing her with a piece of fucking candy. A piece of candy she clearly could've cares less for, she was so obviously scared and uncomfortable. Her powers weren't as strong as the rest of her siblings.

Peter had went up and placed a headset on her stubble hair, unnecessarily fixing the front of her headset. He'd whispered something to her, why would he have done so right infront of everyone in the room? infront of Brenner? He was practically asking for the punishment room, but why would you care? it wasn't you who would be tortured later on.

It was her who had you do that stupid puzzle with her, you weren't the one who came up to her asking to solve a puzzle, she just up and decided randomly to ask you to solve one with her. after almost 2 weeks of her just eye-balling you.

--×♥︎×--

It was now a week later, and todays training was different from anything else they've done before, Peter's been interacting with Eleven more, and it's quite strange.

Regardless of all the rumors of how strange he is, this was one of things you did find weird, why has he started randomly started interacting with her? What was he telling her?

Brenner proceeded to draw 2 circles with white chalk onto the lominum floor as he spoke.

"For today's lesson, we are going to play a game." His voice was mutated to sound kind with a plastic smile on his face. It was a relief that these children didn't understand how powerful and cruel he truly was, but it was also so fucked in the head that he would do this to any of them and act like some big teddy bear and like this was okay.

It wasn't, obviously. But it just pissed you off so much, and it only made things worse when you'd remind yourself there was nothing you could do about it. It started to feel like every passing day it felt more and more like you were living in an insane asylum.

You used to think about escaping from time to time, but now you full on fucking fantazied it. you truly were starting to go insane, who wouldn't though.

002 was beating all of his opponents, and then it was Elevens turn, and when Peter finished tying on her blindfold, he wasn't very quiet to whisper "Good Luck" in her ear.

This started to seem tedious to you, what the fuck is he telling her? what if he's attempting to brainwash her just like Brenner? Though you told yourself multiple times you could've given less of a shit about these kids, there was a part of you that felt protective over Eleven.

Almost maybe like a motherly kind of protection? Though it wouldn't matter, there's nothing you can protect her from because both of you live in danger. She just isn't aware of it.

To your suprise, Eleven beat 2, she had slammed his body against the mirror behind him, leaving it cracked, he was shaking and looked at her with fear But he'd get his revenge soon, and you were sure of it, whether or not he'd be successful in getting away with it was yet a mystery. Because he's gotten away with it before, you've seen it yourself.

You could still remember it like it were yesterday, when you had to monitor the cameras.

"You're weak, and useless. You don't deserve to have the place as papa's favorite.." His voice was hushed and filled with rage.

"I-im sorry.." Eleven was so young at the time, her lip was trembling and tears were forming in her waterline.

"I'm gonna hurt you, for having what I dont.."

"please d-don-" But before she could even beg him further to spare her, she was already being pushed around the room, into tables and on the floor.

And then they left her there, crying.

Why they were all in there? was never answered, but she shouldn't have been in there by herself with 002 in the same building as her.

But the small amount of guilt you felt for her on that day still lingers. 002 stumbled to his feet and sat with the other children.

"It looks like we have a new winner." Brenner spoke, Eleven seemed shocked and nervous at the same time, but at this point it seemed like nervous was just a normal feeling and vibe to get from her.

--×♥︎×--

You were back inside the breakroom now. Holding a bottle of water you most likely weren't going to drink. And Peter entered the room too, but this time was different.

"Miss L/n, may I speak to you, alone?" His tone sounded pleadful and curious.

"We are alone." You answered firmly, but he didn't respond he just continued to stare at you, and then that's when you glared at the camera in the corner of the room and sighed to yourself.

Standing to your feet and walking over to him, you didn't trust him or his motives regardless of seeing his feelings. it was how everyone felt about this place.

He took you inside of a small broom closet that seemed like it was never entered anymore, he closed the door behind himself and you just stood there.

He faced you and smiled lightly at you, but you were careful go examine him.

Your grandmother always told you to keep your head up and seem serious, men would take you seriously, especially if you'd show you didn't have a care for them.

And throughout your life, it mostly worked, but Peter was already here when you came here 2 years ago, so he probably would be smarter than that.

"How would you like to escape with Eleven and i?" His tone was excited but quiet.

"What?" You were in pure shock and weren't even sure if you heard him correctly, but you did your best to keep a straight face.

"I've been speaking with Eleven"

"I've noticed that." You kept your voice ferm and serious, you didn't want to agree with him, maybe if you kept this conversation with him, you'd be able to seek through his true intentions.

"And I've told her about how she deserves to escape this horrible place."

"Are you fucking insane?" You blurted out, you didn't mean too, it was just the first thing that came to mind.

Was he fucking insane? what the hell was he doing tell an 8 year old to escape the place she's lived in and only knows as good? what else has he told her?

He completely disregarded the question, which was appreciated on your end.

"I've got a plan set out for her and I, and I know you hate it here, Y/n."

"You don't know shit." So maybe he could see through you too, but this couldve still be a trap regardless, a trap to get you into trouble or become his little minion and do whatever he wants you too.

"Don't I? I've seen the way you've glared at Brenner and 002."

"You look at them the same way, It's not just them either, don't think I didn't know you couldn't keep your eyes off me either Ballard." You felt someone outraged that he would just randomly propose this to you, he didn't even know you. Maybe he didn't have too, though.

"The same goes for you, are you going to join us, or no." His voice sounded serious now, and after a few moments of just staring at him, you could sense this man was infact serious.

"..When is this happening exactly?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" You looked at him like he had actually lost his mind, and maybe he did, but whats so wrong with that?

It's not like you had your sanity in tact with you anymore either, so if he's crazy then you can be crazy together surely.

"Are you joining us, yes. or no?"

"..Yes."

Part of you was mentally cursing yourself out for agreeing, you still didn't trust him, fuck no. But at least you just got a free get out of jail ticket so.

--×♥︎×--

You felt anxious in the rainbow room, Peter was nowhere to be seen all day, and you felt hazy, your vision felt blurry and eyes sore, but from crying.

Your breathing was shaking and so where your hands, you hadn't gotten anxiety since your freshmen year of collage.

You remembered the uncontrollable fear that was tensing throughout your veins, you used to get that same feeling when Brenner would have his gaurds shock you until he felt as though you'd had enough.

When you were barely breathing and laying on the floor like an injured kitten inside of a box that no one cared for.

Eleven was at a coloring station, she checked the clock and then stood to her feet, making her way towards an orderly and leaving with him.

You soon exited the room aswell, going down into the basement where Peter had instructed you to meet him.

'I'm going to be free, I'm going to be free. I want to get revenge, I want my revenge. I want Brenner to feel the pain he caused me.' Your mind raced as you walked down those steps and soon saw Peter waiting for you.

'I want him dead.'

"Hey." You spoke, walking up to him

"Hello, Eleven will be here soon." You didn't respond after that, instead just leaned against the wall next to him, picking at your fingers.

Soon Elevens small body was heading down the stairs, you stood up straight as she looked for the both of you, bumping into Peter.

"Shh, follow me." And then the both of you were following after him as he took the both of you over to a small drain, atleast, that's what it had looked like anyways.

He was able to convince the small girl to escape through the pipes, explaining how they worked.

"They lead out into the woods, when you get out of here you need to run, do you understand me?" She seemed extremely scared and shook her head no.

"What about you.. and Miss L/n?" Her voice was shakey, like she didn't want to leave him, gosh what kind of things did they have going on? what was he telling her before?

"Well be following you shortly after you escape, I promise. we promise."

Eleven looked over at you to confirm his promise, and you simply nodded your head, and she was quick to squeeze herself into that tunnel.

The both of you rose to your normal height, and he smiled at you.

"How are we getting out of here now?" You asked him. there was boredom in your voice, but that was just natural now, when in reality your anxiety was bolting throughout you.

"I'll show you, it'll be fun." He smirked and grabbed your hand, running out of the basement with you, and once you two exited, the alarms were already blarring, they must've discovered that Eleven was gone by now.

Everything was happening so quickly your brain didn't have much time to process what was going on, but the next thing you knew, Peter was slaughtering everyone in sight.

There was blood splattered all over the walls and floors, this answered your question.

"Are you fucking insane?"

Yes. this is his way of saying yes, Part of you felt absolutely terrified of him and wanted to run away, but there was another, stronger half of you that felt raged and viewed this as the both of you getting your revenge.

You didn't freak out, or runaway, or feel scared of him, because he let you do the honors of killing 002, and you made sure it was agonizingly slow and painful.

And then off you two went, escaping, running as fast as possible, feeling relief, and free. Feeling a smile that was stretched on your lips as you ran, feeling the wind all around your bodies and fresh air in your nostrils.

You were finally free at last.

[briderey]

imagine about boyfriend!peter braiding y/n's long hair when she's stressed and can't relax after her argument with dr brenner? 💞💝💞💗💗

aww I loved this so much, I hope you like it my dear! <3

Bestios . (little kisses)

pairing; boyfriend!Peter Ballard x Fem!reader

summary; in the request!! reader gets into an argument with Brenner and can't relax afterwards so her boyfriend Peter braids her hair. <3

warnings; arguing, tension, little bit of crying, stress

a/n; I did a jace fic similar to this!! and I thought the idea of writing it in a stranger things/Hawkins Lab perspective was interesting too :)

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"Do you think these actions are acceptable Ms. L/n?!" Brenners voice was loud and piercing in your ears.

"It was just one piece of candy, and the poor girl was crying! I couldn't just leave her there like she was nothing!" Your voice was clear but he wouldn't hear you.

"Nonsense! You do not show sympathy nor remorse for any of the children whatsoever! It weakens them!" Brenner could feel his blood behind to boil and churn under his skin.

"Weakens them?! How about it shows them that they matter and actually mean something?! Eleven was crying and you didn't even care that 002 bruised her!" You were clearly pissed, you were breathing so harshly it made your nostrils burn.

"That's enough!" Brenner yelled, his rough fist hitting the desk, he was at his final straw, and it made you scared.

"Do I need to teach you a lesson and have you be sent to the shocking rods?" His eyes were cold and filled with hatred.

Suddenly you wouldn't seem to find anything to say, like you'd already spat every word you could've ever spoken out at him.

You simply just shook your head.

"You're free to exit my office, now." Your legs forced you up as much as you felt defeated and relieved but also so fucking angry and scared at the same time and it made you feel stuck in place.

You forced yourself out of the room, and off you were to your boyfriend Peter's room.

You didn't even realize that you were crying until you were knocking on the door, and you were quick to wipe them away regardless of knowing it wouldn't make shit of a difference. He would still notice.

The door clicked opened,

"Baby? what's wrong?" He pulled you in close to him as he closed the door behind you, sweeping you into his arms.

"Nothing, it's just Brenner being fucking Brenner again.." you mumbled into his chest, you couldn't bare the hatred that tingled every single fiber inside your body that you had for this facility.

"Tell me what happened" He replied as he broke the hug, as you sat across from eachother on his silk sheeted bed.

Your body felt tense and weak at the same time, you felt drained and tired but more than awake and it was so stressful.

"During one of the expiraments, 002 injured Eleven, and like, he slammed her against the wall! with his mind! and the poor girl started crying and no one was doing anything about it at all, and I didn't even care about the rules, or if I would've been breaking them at the time, and I gave her some candy and I smiled at her!"

You rambled, your hands would gesture as if they had minds of their own whilst you spoke, and your dangle earrings would barely swing themselves as you went on.

It was things such as those that made Peter realize he loved you, how he could find the littlest things that subconsciously happen or that you would do seemed interesting to him.

"You know we aren't allowed to give them candy, but I can understand why you feel the way you do.. I've given Eleven candy before too when she's cried." He admitted as the palms of his hands slowly rubbed his knees, that was also something he did subconsciously that you found interesting, too.

"Atleast I'm not the only one.." You mumbled and let out a long breath from your nostrils.

Your shoulders still wouldn't fall and your muscles wouldn't let themselves relax and it was really starting to bother you now.

"Let me braid your hair." Peter spoke suddenly, he'd only ever done twice before, but when he did, it seemed like he loved it more than you possibly could've, and it made you smile and you turned away from him while he got a hair tie and a brush.

You felt all the tension start to ease its way out with every brush Peter did. He started by brushing your hair from the ends up to your roots, and now he was brushing through your hair from your ends to your roots.

It felt so soothing on your scalp, you felt like resting your eyes.

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Before you knew it, Peter was finishing off your braid he'd done with all your hair, it seemed to be longer than the rest of the women who worked in the building, theirs were either pixies, or shoulder length, but yours seemed to flow down go just slightly below your breasts. Peter always complimented it and told you he thought it was soft, and smelt like coconut.

"Finished." You turned to face him and smiled when you saw an already smiling Peter looking at you as you leaned in and kissed him gently.

[briderey]

ok ok listen i just NEED to read something like that and if you're okay with writing this, PLEASE DO IT!!! I was listening to "Strawberries and Cigarettes" by Troye Sivan and I'm just- 😫😫

Reader and Jamie are smoking cigarettes on their balcony in the middle of the night and later she takes her favorite strawberry chewing gum and she asks Jamie if he wants one too and then they kiss and it's just xhsjjsjdk OR if you have other scenario you can write it different ofc<33

Have a lovely day or nightt my dear xo

aww you too love !! I'd love to write this for you :)

My Strawberry .

pairing: Jamie Bower x Fem!Reader

summary; in the request!! Jamie and Reader smoke cigarettes together on the balcony while it's raining, and he soon after gives her some chocolate covered strawberries :)

warnings; smoking !

a/n; I had an idea for a fic similar to this awhile ago, but I never got the chance to write it, when i first listened to this song, i thought i wouldnt like it but i actually love it, it reminds me of summer love . ♡ (year is 2015 in this fic !)

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The weather outside looked gorgeous. You always had a special kind of love for early summer rain, there was just something different about that made you happy, it reminded you of the love you had held in your heart for your lover.

Your 2 year anniversary was going to be coming up soon, and you couldn't be happier about it. You'd spent the day just reading in the livingroom with the sound of the rain tapping on the sliding glass door that lead out to the small balcony that came with your apartment.

You remember when you and Jamie had first moved into the apartment you now lived in.

"Wow.. This is pretty big huh?" Jamie's voice echoed throughout the hollow apartment.

"Yeah! and it's pretty empty aswell, 'huh?'" You replied, examining the kitchen whilst your boyfriend was in the bedroom.

"It'll come to life soon, we just have to add a few touches is all." You giggled to yourself as you then looked at the huge empty space that would be claimed and decorated as your livingroom.

The walls were white like freshly fallen snow, and the floorboards were a soft brown color, like the color of milk chocolate.

You soon joined Jamie inside the bedroom, wrapping his arm around your waist, he kissed you softly as you felt your cheeks hue pink when the both of you pulled away, and saw him smile at you.

you'd been living here together for about a year now, and it had the special mixes of both of you, like how there was a tapestry hung above the TV in the bedroom that the two of you shared.

And Jamie had shelves of his little gothic nick nacks like small skulls fans had gifted him or little trinkets of Jace, like rings, or a rune tattoo Lazer, it was fake, but it did light up, though the both of you were pretty sure it was just a cat Lazer.

And there was always the lingering smell of cigarettes and apple blossoms inside your apartment, the apple blossom part came from you, you used the scent as your shampoo and conditioner, and even had an apple and vanilla perfume. You didn't favorite apples though, the products just smelt nice. Your favorite fruit was really strawberries.

It was a calm day inside the apartment, you'd often think of what to do for dinner for you and your boyfriend, sometimes you'd get off topic and think about whether or not you'd both get married one day, or just silly little imaginary things that only young children thought about, atleast that's what you had told yourself.

You lifted your head from out of your book that you drowned yourself in the pages of. Having read about 15 chapters in just one day, normally the amount was about 3 or 4, sometimes 5.

The silhouette of a person out at the balcony caught your attention, you placed the small index bookmark in your page and placed it down next to it as you stood up and slid your body into the outside where Mother Nature softly cried down onto everyone, Jamie was having trouble lighting his cigarette, and you smiled.

He looked over at you, his eyes a little wide and filled with curiosity as you gently grabbed the lighter from him, lighting the small intoxicated stick that was buried between his soft lips. He smiled a little at your success of doing what he couldn't, Neither of you had said anything to eachother yet, but there wasn't any words that needed to be said in the first place.

He pulled the pack of Marbolo's from his Jean pocket and handed you one, you smiled at him as you pulled one out, he took the lighter from you this time and returned the favor of lighting your cig now. How could someone have been so damn cute so effortlessly?

There you both were, leaning against the black railing of the balcony that had rusted over the years, turning crimson red in the night and looking strawberry red during the days where the blue sky was bright and beautiful and the sun was hot and beamed on everyone.

Looking up at the foggy moonlight sky reminded you of the night's Jamie would sneak you onto set when he was filming for The Mortal Instruments; City of Bones, And when he'd finally be able to catch a break from his coworkers spending the next 30 minutes of yaking about how they were excited to see the finished product, you'd both sneak off and out the hotel he was required to stay in.

The sound of the door clicking open made you immediately lift up your head excitedly as you wanted the gorgeous blonde man enter the veiw.

"Sorry baby, Rob and Lilly kept going on about the film and how they're excited to see it when it's done, actor stuff" Jamie laughed embarrassed, his hand pressed against the side of his neck.

"Don't be sorry! it's fine, really I get it Jamie, do you wanna go to bed? I know your probably exhausted from today." You examined his figure while a smile formed on his mouth, and his eyes went from anxious to excited.

"Actually.. How about we sneak out, out of the hotel? We should go do something fun!" He said walking over to you and grabbing your hand, desperately hoping you'd agree.

"I don't know.. Can't you get into trouble for that? I mean, what if we get caught?" Your voice was nervous but your mind was screaming at you to say yes and have a night you'd never forget with your boyfriend.

"So what if I get caught? We're halfway through the film, it's not like they'd fire me love, please sneak out with me?" He sat beside you and pouted out his lower lip, giving you those puppy eyes he knew you wouldn't have been able to say no to.

You'd sigh heavily and then smile cheekishly.

"Okay.. okay okay! fine, let's go" And then he'd jump up and hurry to the door while you laced your converse on and joined him to venture the night that was awaiting your arrival.

The way Jamie was always able to convince you to do something with him made him seem like some sort of Genie or something or other along those lines, but you enjoyed the way he convinced you to do dangerous things with him from time to time that would've gotten both of you into trouble.

You didn't even realize you were halfway through your cigarette, or that Jamie was closer to you now, practically touching shoulders with you, and that he was holding your hand.

There were often times were your mind would get lost venturing into the memories you'd made with Jamie, Sometimes you couldn't even help yourself. You'd never met someone who made you feel the way he did, he made life feel like a daydream.

"I have something for you, Love." Jamie mumbled to you, you looked away from the crying sky and over at Jamie, He was so calm and Suttle at the moment that you thought if you moved in any sort of fast motion it was startle him.

"What is it?" Your voice was soft and quiet, and a small cresent of a smile formed on his mouth at the sound of it.

"Over here.." He flicked his practically fully smoked cigarette out into the grass before he smushed all the ash against the railing of the metal fence of the balcony.

The both of you slid between the sliding glass, fingers interlocking together as he'd brought you into the kitchen. you leaned against the counter as the light bulb from the fridge lit both of your faces, Jamie's long slender arm reached into the back of the fridge, pulling out a white thin box.

He smiled as he handed it to you, peeking into the small plastic window at the top you gasped quietly at the sight of strawberries dipped in chocolate, with dyed white chocolate that was pink drizzled on top of them, some had sprinkles littered all over them, he kissed your forehead as your teeth preformed a bubbly smile.

"Can we eat them? right now?" Jamie nodded happily as you both slid up onto the counter together, as you carefully opened the box and decided to take a picture before eating any of them, to brag about on one of your media platform stories.

You handed him one gently as he waited for you to pick out yours, it was a medium sized strawberry dipped in dark chocolate with heart shaped sprinkles covering the chocolate, and resting your head on Jamie's shoulder.

"I love you, Y/n." Jamie whispered softly and kissed the top of your head, and your heart melted instantly just like your taste buds.

[moonlitdark]

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