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dysfunctionalaliens · 2 years
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Staff Room Crushes -Peter Ballard
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Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female Reader
Summary: Breaks in the lab bring not only gossip but confessions of hidden feelings
Warnings: Fluff, Peter struggling with his feelings, Bad Coffee and snacks, Accidental confessions, Flustered Peter, both Peter and reader have feelings for one another
Word count: 1.9k words
A/N: This was requested by @rebel-blue who asked for: Peter Ballard plus #19 “I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else.” from the prompt list. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys this! This is my first time writing Peter so it’s a test run.
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Drumming your fingers on the table, you stole a look at the clock on the wall, seeing that only a solid four minutes had passed since you last checked.
Breaks at the laboratory never felt like real breaks. They felt like timed moments of madness sitting alone in a bleak white room with shitty coffee and even worse food. Occasionally others would join you in sitting and waiting to return to normalcy but most would rather spend time walking around like a trapped animal or attempting to have casual conversations with one another.
You sipped the coffee you held in a white mug, the mug in question almost perfectly blending in with the white orderly outfit you wore and walls. The coffee tasted bland and off as you forced yourself to swallow, placing down the mug onto the table.
The door opening brought your attention finally to something else so you wouldn’t have to stare at the god-awful white walls and listen to the ticks of the clock. A woman appeared wearing a similar outfit to you, beaming once she saw you sitting stiffly at the staff table. She walked over fast, her heels clicking against the floor as she did.
“Hi (Y/N)!” Lisa greeted as she sat across from you, helping herself to the box of stale treats that sat upon the table. “Mhm, you won’t believe this.” She spoke as she bit into a pastry. 
Lisa amazed you. She was always positive and perky despite being a prisoner at the laboratory the moment she stepped foot onto the grounds. She knew everyone and seemed to know everyone’s business. At first, you found her unnerving due to the positive energy but now found her energy much needed to combat the dull and even grim energy that roamed the lab halls.
“Oh? Please tell me what I simply won’t believe.” Your words were nothing to her as she finished her treat and leaned towards you. “Mary and David, you know them, right?” She grabs your wrist as she talks, “Linda says that she saw them together. Like together, together.” You can’t help the look of confusion that crossed your face at the news. “But I thought Mary was married?” 
“So did I! But Linda says that she saw them being closer than just friends. Now I know I shouldn’t say this but.” Lisa’s voice drops to a whisper, “Is it really that bad? I mean we are kinda stuck here for God knows how long. Do you really think she’s ever going to see him again?” Her words cause you to pause and frown.
Lisa was partly correct. Anyone who became an orderly or even a nurse was trapped in the laboratory. Any family or spouses you had, you had to leave behind entirely to commit to your job. You knew Mary wasn’t going to see her husband again. And if she did, it wouldn’t be for years and years. Who knew if he would even be alive when she could. Or if she would be alive.
“Well, I guess congrats to her for finding some happiness in this place.” You finally speak after a ghost of a minute. 
Lisa lets go of your wrist to steal a sip of your coffee, face scrunching up in displeasure as she does. “That’s awful. I can’t tell what’s worse, the amount of sugar you added or the coffee.” Her words causing you to roll your eyes in response. 
“Is that all you have to tell me? The paper must be dry today.” Lisa snorts at your words before placing down the dirt water you had to call coffee. “Actually...” Her voice grows in pitch, immediately causing you to squint your eyes at her in distrust. “Lisa. Whatever you are about to tell me, better not make me walk out of this staff room.” You warn the woman who has a Cheshire grin on her face.
“Supposedly you have yourself an admirer. John told Linda, who told me, that he saw Peter watching you. And from what he said, it isn’t the first time he’s been caught staring at you.” Her words cause your cheeks to grow warm as you lean back in the squeaky staff chair.
Your feelings for the tall blond man were well known across the staff. You couldn’t even count the dozens of times you had been caught simply watching him as he did his daily tasks. You weren’t even sure what about him stole your attention, or why anytime you and him shared brief words you found yourself breathless and suddenly so aware of everything around you.
Peter was so perfect it unnerved you. No matter the time of the day you found yourself finally getting a glimpse of him, nothing about him was out of order. Not a single stray hair out of place nor a single wrinkle on his pristine white shirt.
But maybe that’s why you liked the man so much. Despite how he perfectly blended into everything the lab represented and was, you still couldn’t get him off your mind. He always lingered in the back of your mind as you cleaned or even while you prepared to turn in for the night.
“Peter watches everyone. There isn’t much else to do when we are stuck in the same cycle everyday. Remember he works directly with the kids. Dr.Brenner probably wants him to be aware of everything around him.” You grabbed your mug and placed it away from you both as you frowned. “Yeah but-” The staff room door opening cut the conversation short as you both turned to glance at who had entered.
Sure enough, there was the man of the hour. Peter almost seemed surprised at the presence of you two but quickly masked it with a polite smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He questioned, tone curt and polite.
“No! I mean, no. I was just leaving. I gotta get back to work anyways, always on the clock.” Lisa was quick to stand, throwing you a look as she did. “I’ll see you later (Y/N), It was nice seeing you as well Peter.” Lisa was quick to say her goodbyes and all but flee the staff room leaving you alone with the man.
You couldn’t help but blink in shock at the now empty chair. Shock soon took over as you realized she had all but abandoned you with Peter.
“May I?” Peter’s question brought you out of your thoughts as you turned to see him gesturing to the now empty chair Lisa had once sat in. “Oh yes! Go ahead. It’s the staff room after all.” You quickly cringe as you accidentally state the obvious.
If Peter had noticed your stumble, he chose to ignore it as he sat himself down across from you. As always, he looked perfectly put together. Nothing out of place.
A moment of silence passes as the clock ticks to fill the space.
“So..how's your day going?” You asked the blond man across from you who smiled at your question.
“It’s going fine so far. It’s only about noon?” He pauses to glance at the staff clock, “Yes, only noon. The kids are taking a small break before attending to more lessons so I decided to spend my break here. I wasn’t expecting company though.” 
“Oh, I could leave, if you want to be alone?” Peter shakes his head at his words and waves a hand. “No, In fact I’m glad you’re here. I feel like we never get to have time alone.” You feel the warmth return once more, his words immediately causing your brain to turn.
You begin to fidget, running your finger against the table in a line repeatedly. “Yeah, we both are pretty busy huh? Me cleaning this whole place and you working with the kids. I’ve seen you with them, you are great with them. Not trying to be creepy or anything...” You trail off feeling shyness begin to creep on you.
“I could say the same to you.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion at his words. “I’ve seen you talk to them when you think nobody is looking. The younger children seem to adore you.”
“Oh, I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought I was. I can’t help it; I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. I used to babysit the neighborhood kids when I was a teenager. My friends couldn’t believe I’d rather spend my nights after school watching toddlers or screaming five-year-old’s.” You chuckle as you speak.
“That’s good though. The kids need positive interactions between everything. And with how you seem to brighten up when talking to them, I would say it helps both you and them.” You both share a kind smile at his words. “They always get so happy when you enter to clean and give them that smile you always do. You don’t fake liking them and you don’t show fear towards them.”
“Of course not. They are just kids at the end of the day, they need kindness as they grow. I know Dr.Brenner doesn’t want us interacting with the children outside of professional acts, I just can’t help it. Rather it be just a smile at one of them or a small conversation, I’m not going to ignore them or treat them like how some of the other staff does.” Your nail tingles as you finally release your finger from the cycle of a line.
“Well still, it’s good what you are doing. It’s risky but I’m sure the children can’t help but get excited anytime you enter the rainbow room. That smile of yours no doubt making their day. I know it makes mine.” His words make your heart pound in your chest.
 Peter’s expression changes to one of almost shyness, a look you had yet to ever see on his face. “Although I must admit, I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else that isn’t me. I know it’s silly as you are simply smiling at the children or even other staff, but I can’t help the jealousy that fills my mind.” Peter speaks as if his words don’t carry the weight of dozens of apples falling from a tree.
“Excuse me?” You found yourself whispering as your face grew boiling hot at the sudden words from the blond man.
“Oh, would you look at the time? I must be returning back to children for lessons.” His words are fast and rushed as he speaks, panic outlining them. As you steal a look at Peter as he stands up, you catch sight of his flushed cheeks. The red staining them almost like a paint splatter.
“Peter wait-” “I’ll see you soon I assume?” He questions as he all but throws himself away from the table and towards the door.
You knew if anyone walked in, you and Peter would be a sight for sore eyes. The shock painting your features and the red exploding on his face would no doubt be a pair the staff would never get tired of gossiping about for months.
Mouth unable to form words, you simply nodded as he opened the staff door.
“Goodbye (Y/N).”
“Goodbye Peter.” You respond as he all but runs out of the room, leaving you sitting at the staff table in shock.
His words replay in your mind as you bring a hand up to gently touch your cheeks that were flushed with warmth. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes you as you replay his words non stop in your mind.
Wait until Lisa hears about this.
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cocopowderrr · 2 years
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this was requested by @jiraiyasresearchpencil
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Jealous Vecna x Reader
Synopsis
As he was taking lives of innocent people for his own gain, Vecna came across a sweet natured girl named Y/N, who was helping Nancy and her friends find Vecna himself. After going through her mind and memories, he became fond of her and wanted her beside him, no matter what or how. While doing his usual spying on her, he discovered that a man was flirting with her at her job as a cashier in a superstore. That drives him to the edge and he decides to strike at once.
Warnings
Suggestive content, stalking, kidnapping, blackmailing, violence, abuse, age gap. (reader is 25)
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Vecna was in the upside down hanging in the air with the help of his vines in his once called home. He was focused on something, for the past few days, someone had piqued his interests. While stalking Max, one of the people he has cursed, he came across her friends who were really annoying to him. But one of them was different, looking through her memories, and seeing how she thought, he discovered the most innocent and naive thing he has ever seen.
Her name was Y/N, she had a hard life, she was kicked out of her house by her dad when she was 16, and lived in a shelter for two years while working her ass off so she can buy a place. She also had suffered abuse by her father's hands because he was an alcoholic with no self control. Her mother died two years before everything went down in a car accident, so her father resorted to drinking and hurting his only child.
One day, while stalking his precious Y/N, he saw how a man was flirting with her, and she was slightly flirting back, seeing that made his blood boil, he wanted to blow the man's insides up that instant. The man did end up dead in his home a few hours later, freaking Y/N out as she had seen him happy and normal a few hours earlier.
She had no choice and time to think as she was the oldest in her group of friends who were looking for some monster in another dimension. Right now, she was on a boat with Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie who was a wanted man for something he hadn’t done. The kids Max, Lucas and Dustin were in the woods and when they saw the police approach the lake where the adults were, Max decided to distract them so Nancy and the others can keep doing their thing.
Apparently, Dustin had discovered that the reason his compasses weren’t working was because something else was pulling them away from the earth's magnetic field. Due to prior experience, he concluded that it was a portal to the upside down. So now, after Steve discovered it by going underwater, he was about to come back in the boat but something pulled him back underwater. The three girls and Eddie rushed after him and saw him almost get killed by a bunch of bats who had some bites out of Steve's flesh. They were running away from the gate but a bat screamed at Y/N and vines started wrapping around her body. She was freaking out pretty badly, and so were Steve and the others. The vines were cutting her oxygen supply so she begged Nancy and the others to run before they become food to the bats. It was a hard choice but after constant screaming and begging by Y/N, they ran away to the woods. Y/N had lost consciousness due to getting choked, and when she did, the vines had let her go and the bats flew away as well. But slimy and heavy footsteps approached her frail body and took her away.
Y/N woke up in a different place. It seemed familiar, and it was. It was the Creel House's attic, she had been their prior in the real world when she went with everyone else to search for clues about Vecna. She tried moving, but she was tied on to a chair with the same vines that were about to crush her earlier.
“Y/N” She heard a raspy and monstrous voice that made her flinch. She heard footsteps approach her from behind and not long after, the thing showed itself to her, making the poor girl scream from pure fear.
“I finally have you…” She ignored him and kept screaming and moving around in hopes of getting free, but more she moved, the more tighter the vines got. She stopped once it started to hurt. Vecna learned down and grabbed her shoulders tight, casually looking into her beautiful eyes filled with fear. His grip grew tighter and tighter as he thought about her flirting with that man.
“I see you everyday Y/N, I see how you try to get to me, do you think it was that easy?” He slightly tilted his head a”s he waited for an answer. But she shut her eyes tight along with her mouth.
“I saw how you were talking to that man, I didn’t like that….” His tone was a bit more aggressive.
“You’re mine, Y/N.”
“You belong with me.”
“NO!” Y/N screamed,
“Please, what do you want from me?” She cried. He wiped her tears with utmost care and leaned in to her ear.
“I want you. I want you, dear Y/N. I want you to be with me…” He spoke in a low raspy manner right in her ear.
“No, please!”
“Then, your friends will pay the price.” He backed away from her and started to walk away. But she begged him to stop.
“No, no, no, no!! Please! I beg you, please I'll do anything!” She cried to him. He stopped on his tracks and looked at her.
“Be my queen then.”
“Fine! I will, just please don’t hurt anyone!!” Vecna had a sadistic smile on his face as he approached her again. In his mind, he loved Y/N's kindness. But he wasn’t going to listen to her, he just wants his way with her.
“You also deserve a punishment for being a slut…” He did a low chuckle. Y/N was quiet confused but she cried in pain once she was suddenly bit in the neck. His hand went on her thighs and he kept squeezing them as he was biting her.
“P-please!” She had a bad feeling, a really bad one. He removed his big hand from her thigh and placed it on her face, putting her into a dream while he did his job.
“Such a weak dumb girl…” He thought. But before he went on with his work he ripped off her clothes and decided to play with his little doll for a bit.
Meanwhile, Y/N woke up in her room. She was shaken and had no idea what was going on. She looked around and everything was normal, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing. She hesitantly got out of bed and looked around her small apartment. Everything was normal.
“Was-was that a nightmare…?” She thought.
“Maybe.” A sweet voice spoke from behind her. She gasped and almost fell on the floor, but the man standing caught her before she did. He was a tall man with beautiful dirty blond hair, and mesmerizing blue eyes. He was a beauty. He was wearing all white clothes. He had a small smile on her face. Y/N was left flustered in his arms.
“Careful, you would’ve fell.” He chuckled. She snapped out of her thoughts and stood again, apologizing for what had happened.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“It doesn’t matter, the only thing that matters is that I finally have you.” His voice was so soothing, she could keep listening to him talk forever.
“Why do you want me…?” Y/N hesitantly asked, she had a weird feeling in her heart, like she had heard those words before.
“Because you’re perfect for me, you’re so beautiful and sweet, Y/N.” She blushed at his words. No one had been so sweet to her for as long as she’s been alive.
“Th-thank you…” She replied in a surprised tone. The man slowly started leaning to her face, Y/N slowly started walking backwards but he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back.
“Don’t leave me…” He whispered as he examined her flustered face. His lips suddenly joined with hers and slowly, it turned into a heated moment. The man seemed like he could go on forever. He parted and smiled at her while Y/N smiled back, forgetting about everything.
She woke up once again in the same nightmarish room she was in before. She looked around and saw her clothes on the floor. She had bites all over her body, there was also pain under her legs, what happened to her? She slightly opened her legs to see blood. She realized what had happened and she couldn’t believe it. As she was dreaming about something so sweet, Vecna was abusing her. She thought she had found happiness but it was Vecna messing with her. She sobbed helplessly and flinched when two familiar hands were on her shoulder from behind.
“Don’t cry, Y/N. It’s what you deserve for being with someone else other than me.’
“From now on, you’re only going to see what I show you.” She sobbed as Vecna left her alone to end what was started.
“You belong to me.”
THE END
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sykokittyy · 2 years
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mean!soft!dom!henry brainrot:
just imagine he's fucking you from behind and you're overstimulated. you express this to him and he just thrusts even harder and says, "you can hold a little bit longer for me, can't you angel?" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT
by the way i literally love your blog.
RIGHT OMG!!!
I could imagine that you and him had been eye fucking each other from across the rainbow room and the lessons with the children like all though out the whole entire day. And you would kinda tease him too.
Like omg. It wouldn’t matter if it would be you just bending over to help pick up a toy that one of the children had dropped, or you slightly bending down (which makes your white skirt rise a little) and making sure the children were okay.
And you could tell that he was starting to get frustrated and aroused, and he would just keep staring at you, WITH NO SHAME LOL! And you could just feel him staring a hole into your face.
So later on, when the children are able to go back to their rooms; you would go to the janitor closet to get some wipes to wipe down the tables in the rainbow room. As you were walking to the closet, you felt that someone else was watching you, but you just felt that you were being paranoid.
You would walk into the closet finding the wipes only to turn around and see Henry. He would quickly close the door and lock it making your heart sink to your core.
“Well, well, well. It sure is nice seeing that pretty look on your face.”, he says with a smirk slowly walking towards you.
“What look” you asked nervously while slowly moving back before you back hit one of the shelves.
He continued continued walking towards you until he were inches from you face, “The look of “oh shit, what have I gotten myself into” look” he says with a smug look while looking into your eyes.
You wouldn’t be able to get the chance to respond before he would start to rip off your clothes and start to kiss you on your plump lips. He had stripped you down to your underwear before placing a few chaste kisses on your lip making moan.
“Turn around, bend over, and place your hands on the shelf behind you” he commanded. You wanted to test his patience but he gave you a look to let you know to not test his composure. You turned slowly and did as he said.
“These are some pretty undergarments that you have y/n.”, he said complimenting your baby pink lace underwear. He lightly started to trace his fingers over your fabric covered cunt before grabbing at hem of your underwear. “Too bad, that I’ll have to rip them off of you.”, he said before snatching the thin lace material, causing them to rip off you.
You whimpered at the feeling of cold air against your exposed core. Henry then, takes both of his hands and rubs them both over your ass- cheeks before giving them a hard smack making you gasp. He chuckled lightly at your reaction before slowly making his fingers go lower towards your folds.
He would gently run his hands through you folds and place his thumb on your clitoris rubbing tight little circles onto you slowly. You move your ass towards him for more friction when he would smack your ass and tell you to stay still.
When he would see that you were starting to produce lubricant from your cunt, he would then come to an abrupt stop.
He would start to unfasten his belt and start unbuttoning and unzipping his white trousers; making them fall to the ground with a slight thud. He would start stroking himself while walking back towards you.
You would feel him place one of his hands on you back while the other was guiding his dick through your folds gathering up lubricant making you moan a little. “Are you ready for daddy’s dick? I want you to beg for me.” he would whisper in your ear before entering.
“Please yes, I want you insi—“, and before you could finish you felt him push inside you you tight, wet, cunt making you both grunt in pleasure. He would start off slow, trying to help you get used to his size, but as few minutes passed he started to pick up the pace.
“Shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear us in here do you? Take it like a good girl and you”ll be rewarded.”, he said whole tightly grabbing onto your hips and thrusting faster making you core tighten up around him.
1 hour later…
At least an hour had passed and he was still fucking you into oblivion. You had to have had orgasmed at least 3 times while being in the closet with him. You had did missionary, cowgirl, and had even had gotten some oral. He put you on the floor, and on your hands and knees making you take every length of him from behind.
“I’m about to cum—please make it stop, I can’t take it anymore—please, please ahh!”, you said whimpering. He quickly rapped his hand around your throat and yanked you up towards his chest, still pounding into you making you moan a little louder.
“Cmon sweetie, I know you have one more orgasm left in you. Show daddy how good he makes you feel, you’d make him very proud.”, he panted before his hips staggered letting you know he was close. “I’m gonna cum—“, you whimpered before cumming hard on his dick while damn near losing consciousness.
After a few more strokes, henry slammed his hips one last time before he let go strings of cum inside you heat, while stroking slowly getting through his high. You both collapsed on the ground trying to catch the breath you had once lost. You both looked at each other before giving giggling.
You went towards him and placed a kiss on his pink plump lips before staring into his eyes. “You did such a good job for me today” he complimented before slowly stoking his hand along your back.
“I know daddy, we should do this more often.”, you said while giving him a smirk.
The end.
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I really hope you guys like this, don’t forget to like, comment, repost and send more asks of what you want me to write. I hope you guys enjoyed this! 😊
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jcbbby · 1 year
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you’re doing the one sentence requests again? can i maybe get 001 with “it was just a mistake”? i just love the way u write angst 🥺❤️
okay first of all, omfg LUNA!!!! stop I'll cry, I'm crying, ilysm thank youuuuu😭😭 I would say I hope you enjoy this, but... instead, I just hope this doesn't destroy you emotionally like it did for me... :')
*send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it*
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"No no, please...please!" Henry's screams filled the room as his fellow orderlies took turns pressing the electric rod to his skin.
Dr. Brenner stood to the side, plain-faced and unaffected as he watched his first experiment be tortured. He lifted a hand silently, signaling his employees to hold their assault. His footsteps squeaked as he walked over to Henry, slumped over and whimpering on the floor. He slowly bent down in front of him.
"I trust that your extracurricular duties won't be continuing after this? We won't have any further problems after this, will we?"
Henry panted as he slowly looked up to Brenner; he shook his head lightly. "N-no...sir."
Brenner nodded once, with a glare. "Good. Because if there is a next time, I'm afraid it will be your pretty friend who will have to be the one in your shoes right now. We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Henry's stomach dropped. The thought of you having to go through the physical torture and pain Brenner had been putting you through for years being more than he could bear. His eyes widened as he leaned forward toward him.
"Please...please don't hurt her."
Brenner stood up, gesturing to the other orderlies that they could leave. "Then I suggest you handle it." He stood, staring for just a moment, before silently turning and walking through the doorway that one of the orderlies held open for him.
Henry was left alone in the room. He remained sitting on the floor, leaning his head against the wall behind him, breathing deeply. He threw his fists down on the floor, cursing Brenner in his mind. The man had taken his freedom, and now he was taking the one thing that kept him sane in this place: you. He had now put you in danger by allowing himself to grow close to you, for letting you in.
You had joined the lab staff a few years prior, and Henry was assigned to show you around. Immediately, you showed him kindness and a warmness he was not used to. A platonic workplace friendship began, which soon turned into stealing shy glances while passing each other in halls, to flirtatious touches when alone together in the staff room, to you admitting to Henry that you had feelings for him and him feeling the same. From then on, you would arrange to meet in the dark corners of the lab and sneak into each other's rooms at night. One evening, another orderly had caught the two of you getting a little too close in the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, this is was got Henry in trouble with Brenner.
Henry slowly regained his strength and winced as he stood up. Walking to the door, he poked his head out, looking both ways to ensure it was empty, and headed down to his own room. He knew what he had to do in order to spare you from Brenner.
You knocked quietly on his door later that evening. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring toward it, knowing it was you. He wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms, but he said nothing.
You knocked again. "Henry?" You whispered through the metal door.
Henry took a deep breath, letting out a shaky sigh as he stood up and made his way to the door to open it. "Go away." His chest burned with anguish as he went to close the door on you.
"Hey!" You held your hand out to keep the door open. "What?"
"Just...go, Y/N." He couldn't look you in the eye.
"Henry, what...what's the matter? Are you mad at me?" You asked, furrowing your brow.
Henry pulled you inside in a swift motion, letting the door click shut behind you. You stood still as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps side to side in front of you. His mind was racing, knowing what he was about to do, what he was about to say to you. He would have rather faced the electric rods again than this pain.
"What's going on?" You ask, now beginning to worry.
Henry shook his head and let out a huff. "We're done. This is over."
Your heart sank, you hoped you had heard him wrong. "W-what...? Wait, what do you mean?"
"Us. You and me. This silly little game." His words cut through you like a hot knife. They felt just the same coming from his mouth.
"Game...? This is just a game to you? But Henry, I don't...You said you loved me?" You felt the tears beginning to sting their way into your eyes.
"I...I lied." He stared through you.
"You...didn't mean it?"
He looked down to his shoes. "No. I didn't mean any of it."
The tears finally broke the levy of your waterline, spilling over your warm cheeks. "I don't understand...Henry-" You reached for his hand, but he flinched, backing away.
"It was just a mistake." He raised his voice, trying to keep himself angry, rather than let on that this was killing him to do.
You stood stunned. "A mistake?" You asked, your voice cracking and barely above a whisper.
"This was all a mistake. You were a mistake." Henry finally looked you in the eyes.
You were speechless. You wracked your brain for something you could have done to upset him, but nothing could make sense of this. You shook your head. "Henry...if it was something I did...I just, I'm sorry. I-I-I don't understand...Please-"
You reached for him again, but he flinched again, afraid that if you made contact, we would need to pull you in close and take back everything he had just said to you. He just wanted to protect you from Brenner, but he couldn't do that without hurting you first himself.
"I think you should leave." He said leaning past you, turning the doorknob to open it.
Without a word, you looked at him one last time, searching his face for some kind of answer. He held your gaze, but there was no sense of closure for you in it. You sniffled as you nodded once, looking away from him. You ducked around the door, walking fast down the hall to your room, where you could safely break down.
Henry let the door close in front of him, letting out a breath he held as you left. He leaned in to the door, resting his forehead against it. A tightened fist rose by his head as he pounded once on the wall next to it. As he walked over to his bed and sunk down on to the mattress, he laid back, gazing up at the ceiling. The look on your face as you left remained the only image in his mind. The only person he had ever felt understood by, and he had just broken you like everyone had broken him. Feeling his anger and helplessness boiling inside of him, all he could do was let out a frustrated scream.
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voxmortuus · 2 years
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Peter Ballard | Vecna | 001
So... to hop on this bandwagon or no... It would be pure smutty content. So if you're under 18 Do NOT Interact! Requests are open! Leaving the Eddie Munson Bandwagon for @tiedyedragonswriteses She's got some great work! And more content to come! So Peter Ballard | Vecna | 001 Smut!? I think yes! I do see breeding kink in the future....
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oddussy420 · 9 months
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People need to take advantage of the rockstar au for stranger things enough. Like you dont have to strain to make oc’s.
Like you could do rivals like eddie and billie or steve
And Henry creel the lead singer of the band Vecna. ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE?! Fucking JAMIEEE?!?!
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elliewlums · 2 years
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first of all. thank you all so so much for 1000 followers in such a short amount of time. i really didn’t think this blog would reach as far as it has already and i’m so happy that you’re enjoying what i’m writing! i love you all endlessly<33
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totallynotmystuff · 2 years
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I asked you to wait 
Masterlist Guide    Stranger Things Masterlist 
AO3
Pairing: Henry Creel (Peter Ballard/001) X Reader (genderneutral)   Wordcount: 2.7k Summary: Henry is out of the lab and pursuing redemption. He just took the life's of a good amount of people, that had been working at the lab- But had gotten away.  You are with him, although he had told you to stay away.   + Damn I'm weak for Henry who doesn't believe that he deserves to be loved! 
Warnings: +16 Read at your own risk! Implying of choking. Mention of murder, dead, graphic bodies and blood (if the summary didn't give that away already)
GIFsource:  (X)  by @stephendorff
A/N: I don't know what this is. I might have a problem (With letting people close to me and this might be how I cope pssssshhhht!)  ::  English is not my first language! 
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 Nothing. Suddenly, you didn’t hear anything anymore. No more voices. No more gunshots. It froze you. It gnawed on you. From inside you. Worry. So, so much worry.
 “Wait here. Don’t come down with me. No matter what happens.” he had said. And you wanted to follow. You trusted him. You knew him.
 But more and more time went by. More screaming silence. Growing worry. Gnawing more and more apart of you. Your mind, playing out every possible worst case scenario, it was able to create. Everything you feared that could have happened to him. That they had gotten him. Somehow! It would just need one person, at the the right spot, at the right time-! One shot and- And he would be- … And he wouldn’t be anymore.
 No. No, no matter what he said. You just couldn’t wait. Your heart raced unbearable; Your mind and worries were torturing you. That silence.
 So you did, what you were not meant to do. You ran inside. Stormed into the underground bunker in the middle of nowhere- Where they had been hiding. Where their organization, had kept them all together. Safe. Not anymore?
  Two guards. Armed. Military type. Dead. Lying on the floor. Their faces smashed. They were the first you saw, as you came to the first 'checkpoint’ or whatever to call it. This bunker was just one long hallway. Seemingly endless. But you walked further. And eventually, found more.
 Four guards, this time. They were all lying on the floor. Their faces smashed as well. And this time, you saw what had hit them. To be more exact- Where. A few spots of the concrete wall, had crumbled. And a little bit of blood was there as well. That’s where they had hit.
 You walked further and saw more guards. Four again. Right before a crossing. To your left, right and right in front of you, where doors.
 The door right in front of you was wide open. The room was empty. Except for more dead guards on the floor. Five, this time. No. Six. You counted. Taken out, just like the others.
 The door to the left was open as well. But not that much. And it would probably been shut, if there wasn’t a foot -lying on the floor, that held it a few inches open. A black shoe. Just like Henry was wearing.
 Your pulse rose again. Fast. And you felt your guts quivering. You walked to the left door and pushed it open. Slowly. With a shivering hand. And you saw the man on the floor. Another guard. Not Henry.
 “Oh god…” you sighed, deeply, deeply relieved. Blinking away the tears, that had already arrived in your eyes.
 This wasn’t the only guard there though. There were six more. Again. Military type. And there were two people- Bodies, dressed civilian. And those two, weren’t just taken out like the guards. No. Their bodies were cracked. Snapped limbs. Their skulls deformed. Blood, running out of their hollow eyes. He had known them. Henry had known them.
 You walked up to those two bodies. Looked at them up close. They looked so normal. Despite being dead. But if you would have met them on the street, you would have never thought they would be capable of what Henry had told you. They looked straight out of the suburbs. Ridiculously normal. But you had the same thought, when you had seen a photo of Dr. Brenner, for the first time. When Henry had showed you the man behind everything. Papa.
 “I thought Dr. Brenner wanted to study me. Why I was so different. 'So special’ as he used to say. And I believed him. And I thought it might have been for the best, that he had found me. That my mother had contacted him. For a while, I believed that my fear of him had been wrong. Unnecessary. That he didn’t want to lock me up. … But he had done it. The whole time. I only realized it, as He realized, that he couldn’t replicate me. That I was useless.”
 The memory of Henry’s voice crawled in your mind. His words, crawled through your whole body. They made you shiver. Again. Just like then, when he had told you. They made you sad. Let you feel so hopeless, for the little boy he once was. Even if it was in the past; Even if he was free now. That little boy in the past, would stay locked up. For many, many years.
 You couldn’t bear to look at them any longer. And you needed to find Henry. So you rose up again; Stepped back to turn around- But heard, that you had stepped into something. You looked at your feet and saw a bloody piece of paper. You lifted up your foot and peeled the paper of your shoe.
 It was the page of a file, with two photos. Both looked like they had been shot for a passport or so. Or maybe just for this file.
 One photo had captured a little boy. His eyes big. He looked scared. The second photo was- It was him. Henry. And you realized, that the little boy was Henry as well.
 You compared the photos. They looked so different. Henry, looked so different. Especially in the second photo. But not because he had grown up. No. … No, it was his face that looked so very different. His expression. He looked kind. Overly kind. Almost inviting. But also empty. Distant. So very distant. Like there was nothing inside him. No soul. No Henry. The second photo had not captured the Henry, that you knew. It was someone else. It was Peter Ballard. The name of the orderly- The role, he had been put in to play.
 “At one point, there is nothing there anymore.” you remembered more of what Henry had told you. “At one point, you don’t exist anymore. And yet,  you are still alive, somehow. But you are gone.”
 Henry had died, in the lab. In a way. Over all those years. He hadn’t just lost himself, when he had been there. His soul had been tortured; And eventually, taken. Imprisoned. Locked away from the world and himself. And he had been given a name, that wasn’t his. A new identity. A role. A lie, to play, every day. Peter Ballard. A name, for a soulless body. A failed experiment, turned into a puppet- Moved and controlled by the puppeteer. The master. Who ad held all control about him and the isolating solitary, he had put him in.
 It had broken your heart, as he had told you everything. And it broke it again right now. It hurt so much. It hurt so much, you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. You wouldn’t be able to breath, until you would find him. And so you ran out of the room and stormed into the one that was left. Pushed it open, without thinking any further and- Oh-! Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you…
 There he was. Your Henry. Standing in the middle of the room. Surrounded by several bodies on the floor. More blood, on the floor. Splashes, on his clothes. His back, turned to you. You could hear his heavy, heavy breathing. Alive. He was alive! You could breathe again.
 A long moment passed. With nothing to hear, but your breathing. Yours and his. Yours, so deeply relieved. His- Exhaling, from the depth of his body. Tense. Slowly, slowly calming down. Exhaustion, replacing the adrenaline. You could see it. His shoulders sank. And with one last, deep exhale- He was done. And tired.
 “Henry-” you whispered. Careful. You didn’t want to scare him.  “(Y/N).” he quietly recognized your voice. Tilted his head to his shoulder. “I asked you to wait.”
 “I know.” you admitted. You were sorry. But you had been too scared for him.  “Then why are you here? When I ask you to- There is a  reason.”  “I was worried about you.”  “Worried?” he exhaled bitterly and turned around. His eyes big. So big. The white of his eyes, slightly red. His iris, so blue. So, so deeply blue. And little red splashes of blood, on his face. He looked like an angel, that had fallen from heaven, down to hell. “There is nothing about Me, to worry. Only what I didn’t want You to see.” 
 Still. Henry still struggled to see, why you chose to be at his side. To be with him. But to you, it was simple. You loved him. You cared about him. You understood him. You understood, why he was doing all this. It wasn’t revenge. It was redemption, for everything that they had done to him. What he had lost. They had made him disappear. Die. They had killed him, every day. And that deserves some redemption. If anything- You were worried, that he would go over his limits; And let the anger consume him.
 “Why do you not want me to see?”  “You know why. It is not good.” his head moved to the side- Guiding your look, to the dead people around him.“This.”
 “And you fear that would change anything? For me?”  “I am- different, (Y/N).” he said. Looking at you. With a hidden quiver in his voice.
 Oh Henry. you thought. A soft sigh, escaping you. You made your way to him. Stepped over what was left of his deed. Over blood and death.
 “Henry-” you said with such a soft and caring voice- Placed your hands on his arms. Urged him, to look at you; To see. To listen. “We all are different. Sometimes less. Sometimes more. Exceptional, even.” you paused and smiled. He was exceptional. “We all cross path’s- Moments with another. And it is our own decision, how far we will share this path- This moment, with the other person. And I choose to share it with you.”
 “I’m afraid you will share it too long with me.” he admitted. Looked down. Away from you.  “Do you want me to leave?”
 He shook his head. Not able to answer. He needed more. He needed to feel more secure. You could feel it. So you let your hands glide down his arms- And as you reached his hands, you took them into yours. They were cold. Slightly shaking. He was more than thankful, that he could feel the warmth of you. Warming him up.
 “I’m scared you will leave.” he said after a while. Still not able to look at you. Just held your hands. Desperately holding on to your warmth. “But- …” he couldn’t say it.
 “You’re afraid that I will see everything of you.” you spoke out the words, he couldn’t. And it brought him to look up again. To look at you. And- Oh. Oh, he looked so torn. Scared. But also hopeful.
 “I won’t leave.” you said with all truth. Pressed both of his hands for a moment and leaned closer. “I won’t leave, Henry. I might not be like you- But I understand. I care about you. Very much.”
 “You aren’t scared? Of me?” he asked, in an unreadable tone. Confused. But also something else.  “No.” you shook your head. Lightly. With soft eyes on him. Sincere.  “Why not?”  “It never appeared.” you shrugged your shoulders and already knew, what he was starting to do. Something that he always did, when he felt guilty. Pushing you away. Because in those moments, he fell back in believing, that he should be alone. That this was the only way to live for him. All what he deserved. Solitude. Not deserving any comfort. But you wouldn’t let that happen. “I’m not scared to see. To see everything of you. I never was and I never will.”
 He looked at you. So, so astonished. Not believing, that someone would choose him. That someone would take him as he is. Love him, as he is. That it was you.
 “Then what is it, that you fear? There must be something.” he asked and leaned closer. Pushing. But you wouldn’t let him push you away. You didn’t look away. Kept the eye contact.
 “I’m scared that you will loose yourself.”
 He broke it. He broke the eye contact. Leaned away and looked down again. Held up yours and his intertwined hand; Examined them, while thousand and more thousand thoughts shot through his mind. Until- Eventually, his eyes changed. Lowered.
 “I’m scared of that as well.” he mumbled and let go of you. “You should not be here. Not with me.”  
 “But I am.” you tried to get through to him. Touched his cheek, carefully. Not bothering the little splashes of blood on his skin. “I’m here.”
 “How?” he asked. Disbelieving. Scared. Bitter. “How can you bear to stand here? How can you stand to be this close to me?”
 “Because it’s you.” It’s You. “I trust you, Henry.”  “Are you sure you can?” he leaned closer. “Is This not too close, for you?” leaned back again and nodded over to the remains of what he had done. “Seeing me, in the middle of my deed? Am I, not too close?”
 You shook your head.  “No?” he asked. Pushed. Pushed you away.  “No.” you smiled. Soft. So soft. And with an aching heart. “It’s you.” When will you finally see that?
 “What about now?” he pushed further; Laid his hand around your neck. “When I have your life in my hand? With every of your breath, controlled under my fingertips?”
 You can have my life in your hand, whenever you would want to please. You do not need to withhold any breath of me, physically. When will you see, that you are not the monster, that you think you are? you thought, but just shook your head again. Just shook it. Hurt, that he thought about himself like this. That this bitterness inside him, was still torturing him. That, no matter what you would say- This bitterness would tell him to not believe it.
 But you knew him. You knew Henry. You knew, that he wouldn’t hurt you. He would not be capable to do that. Even now- With his hand around your neck; He didn’t tighten it. Not one bit. His fingers were as loose, as a necklace. In place. But could never withhold any air from you.
 “You would never hurt me.” you tried again. Tried to get through to him. Tried to get him to see.  “Are you sure about that?” he pushed again. The bitterness, trying so so hard to be right.
That was it. You decided it was enough.
 “Then do it.” you said. Pushed back. Hard. And saw the confusion arriving in his face- just as you placed your hand on his- And pressed. You pressed yours and his hand, tight around your neck; Taking away your own breath.
 But not for long. Not even a full second. Henry pulled- Rapidly teared his hand away. His eyes so big. Shockingly, looking at you. Then, confusion again. His chest, heaving fast and heavy, before the realization arrived. Slowly. But visibly in his eyes. He realized, what you had done. What you had showed him. That you had proofed him wrong. The bitterness. And the fear.
 “You really trust me.”  Relief. Deep and sad relief. A heart, so filled, like never before. “Do you?”
 “I know you.” you said- Felt your heart filling, just like his. You carefully stroked his cheek. Didn’t let go of those beautiful eyes of his. So big and blue. So true. So soft and clear. “I know you. And I know me. I know that I could never hurt you. Just like you, could never hurt me.”
 “Never.” he said. Believing it. Knowing it! “No, I could never do that.” he whispered and carefully touched your neck with his fingertips. His eyes so serenaded by you- Your believe in him. Your love, for him. His eyes locked with yours. Both of you, looked into each others soul. “I could never do. Not you, (Y/N).” His hand laid fully around your neck again. But now- So soft. So tenderly. Stroking, so so softly. His eyes wandered down- Looking at your lips; He leaned closer and closer- “Not you.” and kissed you, with all the love you had filled his heart with.  
 ***** Oh to be kissed right in the middle of the massacre your favorite mentally unstable, morally dark gray boi caused. #romantic
This fic felt like practicing for this other 'a kiss of a kind' with Henry that I have in mind. … Yeah I think I really got a problem xD  Henry makes me feel problematic. But it's fun! So I might keep writing for him
But Anyway!!! I hope you enjoyed reading this ^^
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urlocalcookie · 9 months
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Henry Creel headcanons
Ong first ever Tumblr post let's go
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I love him so much, he's such a well written character
also there may be some NSFW, you have been warned!!
🕷️ = regular headcanon(s)
🍼 = fluffy headcanon(s)
❤️ = x reader headcanon(s)
🍋 = lemon/smut/NSFW headcanon(s)
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🕷️୨{Favorite color is black and purple
🕷️୨{Uses 50s slang sometimes
AU🕷️୨{Would not have tried to legally adopt Eleven/Jane after escaping in fear of someone finding them.
🍋୨{What he lacks in girth, he has in length.
❤️🍋୨{Absolutely loves the sounds you make when he pleases you.
AU❤️🍋୨{Would really rather you be quiet when having sex so that Eleven doesn't hear. He enjoys it when you really struggle to control yourself, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job. Still, he doesn't want to ruin Eleven's innocence.
🕷️୨{He is Eleven's father. Way too many similarities, specifically in their powers.
AU🍼୨{Blows bubbles in the backyard with Eleven sometimes when they're bored. He'll blow lots of bubbles and make them swirl around Eleven while she runs around in them
🍋୨{Rarely ever jacks off. Ever.
🍋୨{Has probably only jacked off, like, four or five times. And this man is 32.
❤️🍋୨{He jacks off more often than he used to now (again, it's still rarely ever), now that he's with you. Sometimes the silly or crazy things you do just won't get out of his head.
❤️୨{He likes scaring you sometimes and acting like it's not on purpose. He just wants to see your reaction.
🕷️୨{Sometimes he'll draw different types of spiders, not just black widows.
🕷️୨{Likes brown widows too, just not nearly as much as black widows
🕷️୨{If he got to choose a pet when he was younger, he would have chosen a tarantula.
❤️🍋୨{He'll put his hand over your mouth if you're too loud. He doesn't care if you bite him.
🍼୨{Enjoys listening to Dream A Little Dream while laying in bed some nights. He also will listen to it while eating dinner, occasionally. As concerning as it is, he sometimes reminisces about breaking free that one night back in 1959.
🍋୨{The first time he reached a climax, he found it a bit gross. He was well aware of what it was and enjoyed the endorphins, but he still found the sperm gross to an extent.
❤️🍋୨{He is very, very gentle with you. He is not rough unless you want it rough, even then it's still not that rough. He doesn't want to hurt you.
🕷️୨{Is manipulative to everyone, some people more than other. Barely any with Eleven, but it's still there.
❤️୨{(when you first escaped from the lab) Would love to take you out to dinner, but, it is too risky. He doesn't want to get caught/captured.
❤️୨{Was a bit awkward at first, but is an amazing kisser.
❤️🍋୨{The first time you slipped your tongue in his mouth, he very clearly gagged. He was not expecting that in the slightest. He never even heard of such a thing. After you explained it to him, he still found it very weird and gross, but kept trying it occasionally to see if he'd end up liking it (he did to an extent).
AU❤️🕷️୨{You, Henry, and Eleven all live together in the Creel's house. At first, you guys did nothing to the outside of the house in fear of someone noticing. But, after a while, you took down some of the wood that was barricading the windows outside. You still have the curtains closed 90% of the time, especially at night. The inside of the house, however, was fixed up much quicker. It looks like a normal home on the inside now.
❤️🍋୨{You and Henry made out once, and whenever he's in the mood for another, he'll push the memory to the front of your mind to attempt to get you on the same page.
❤️୨{Gentle kisser, but you can tell when he's needy (rarely ever) (it's something like this (minus the blindfold of course))
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AU🍼୨{Reads Alice In Wonderland to Eleven before bed sometimes
Aaaand that's the end! I'll make another, I'm sure, but these are all I can think of as of right now!! I hope y'all enjoy. ❤️✨
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goodnight, smart cookies!
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erwinswings · 2 years
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Blueberry the baby demodog from my fic (ft. Henry and his spider lol)
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If you like my art please reblog it likes don’t do anything ^^
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mysteriousteaposts · 2 years
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Pairing: Peter Ballard x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff and fluff and fluff
Warnings: None except there is a lot of tension between Peter and the reader. Peter is slightly out of character, everything else stands (I couldn't really write his level of yandere)
Synopsis: Peter has left the facility and meets Y/n in the city, after which all his crooked ideals about humanity start to crumble.
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𝐇𝐞𝐫
“Y/n take these to table no. 7” Taylor yelled from inside. Y/n took the tray and headed towards the table. “Here’s your order, enjoy!” She returned to the counter and exhaled. It was the seventh time she had repeated this sentence today and she was already bored. “Ugh” she pressed her temples hoping her shift would end soon. “I’d like to place my order". Y/n heard a deep velvety voice call out. “Welco-” Her breath hitched looking at the pale face of the man. His icy blue eyes. His sculpted face. His dirty blonde hair. It was like someone had cast a trance on her and all she could see was him. “Excuse me?” He looked at her. “Uh- yes.. Your order..” Y/n cleared her throat and took his order. All the while she gazed at him, noticing how well kept he looked, “He’s so..beautiful” She sighed. “You look like a creep ew” Taylor whispered from behind her. "You are the creep" She retaliated, her mind fuzzy. She looked back at him to see he was already staring back at her, he gave a faint smile. Okay, calm down, calm down.
“Give him his order y/n” Taylor handed her the tray and she slowly went towards him. “Your order sir, enjoy!” She repeated, to which he scoffed. Y/n drew her eyebrows together and looked at him quizzically. “You don’t like the job do you?” He said maintaining eye contact. Y/n was feeling dizzy from the intensity of his icy gaze she dreamily replied “Yes, I hate it”. “Hmm.. interesting” He mumbled, averting his gaze first and silently started eating. Minutes after he left her shift ended and she headed home, her mind still fixed on the gorgeous blonde. While she was preparing to sleep her head suddenly started aching, “y/n was it...a pretty name for a pretty girl” a similar voice rang in her head again. Above all the peculiarity of it y/n felt her heart stop at the richness of his voice. The gorgeous face of the blonde male came to her mind and she shakily exhaled as her deepest darkest desires started surfacing at the mere thought of him. “Keep your wicked thoughts at bay love, don't tempt me" She thought she was losing her mind, hallucinating a man's voice she just met.
“You’re saying you hallucinated his voice?” Taylor asked, peeping from the kitchen. “Yeah, not that I hate it, it’s just..so weird you know” Y/n said. The entire shift she kept on losing her concentration and messing up orders. By the time it ended her head was already splitting with a nasty headache. She decided to pass by the drugstore to buy some painkillers. She was searching for the medicines when she felt somebody close to her. "Oh..Hello there!" She greeted the same gorgeous man who so rudely had trapped her mind. "Hi, I didn't introduce myself that day, I'm Peter, Peter Ballard" He said stretching out his hand, "I am Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n". She shook his hand and surprisingly her head was no more aching. Her hand was currently engulfed in his warm large hand. He was looking down at her, his eyes never leaving hers, a slightly sinister smile overpowering his pale face. "Uh- see you around?" She broke eye contact, feeling her knees might give up any minute. "Sooner than you think love" She heard him say on her way out. Her heart was thumping wildly in her ribs, exceptionally happy to have met him.
It had been exactly 2 weeks since she last had a conversation with Peter. Since then he had made it a point to visit her cafe every morning, order his usual and sit near the counter simply staring at her. They exchanged a smile or a smirk whenever their eyes met. ”Are you free today?” He asked her one day as he came in, leaning his face towards her, his eyes hovering over her lips for a split second. “Umm..yeah kind of” She replied. “Can we meet after your work?" He asked again this time smiling slightly at her. Her knees felt weak as she stared back at him, her eyes travelled to all over his sculpted features, his nose, his cheekbones to his lips. "Y-yes, where.." Y/n stuttered.
"The City Museum, 11am. Don't be late" He passed her a ticket and left. Y/n swore her heart stopped for a moment. Did a gorgeous man like him just ask her out on a date?. She stood there clutching her chest hoping time would pass sooner.
At sharp 11, Y/n went to the City Museum where she found Peter standing there wearing all white. Seeing him up close Y/n saw how he looked like a beautiful sculpture, carefully made with utmost diligence, the sight of him smiling at you already had your head reeling. Both of them spent the entire afternoon there, exchanging laughs, sharing each other's company. Y/n's heart stopped every time Peter stared into her eyes to explain something, or whenever he ran his long fingers through his hair. She was overly attracted to him and didn't even know why or how. Everytime their hands brushed, everytime he stared at her was adding fuel to her growing desires. By the time of sunset they walked to a nearby viewpoint and settled beside each other enjoying the changing colours of the sky.
Peter's hands brushed with hers for a fleeting moment but this time he kept it there. Y/n looked at Peter as the warm glow of the setting sun added warmth to his otherwise pale skin. The proximity between them was already bothering her. Her eyes was lingering from his lips then back to his eyes, Y/n gripped his hand and as if in acting on a trance she slowly leaned towards him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "I- I'm so sorry" Y/n began to apologise realising what she had done and tried moving back but Peter tightened his grip around her hand, he slowly brought one of his hands and cupped her face. His blue eyes bore into Y/n's as he whispered in a hoarse voice "Kiss me". She did not waste another moment and brought her lips to his, almost melting, crumbling into the kiss. The kiss which started nice and slow soon developed into a rough and needy one. Peter held y/n's face steady as he delved deeper into her mouth in a desperate need eliciting a breathy moan from her and a deep groan from him. "We..need to s-stop" Y/n said, her voice raspy. "Mmm..yeah..we do" Peter said, as he started kissing down her neck not yet ready to let go. "No..seriously...Peter" Y/n laughed as she playfully pushed him back.
"Thank you..for today." Y/n blushed and said as the events from earlier flooded into her mind when Peter dropped her off at her house later. He smiling at her, affectionately cradling her face. "So.. see you tomorrow?" She asked. "How about..tonight?" He said, staring at her glowing face. "You're funny" Y/n laughed it off as she walked over to the gate. "You'll see love," Peter said as he headed towards his home, his heart after a long time strangely content with everything that happened today.
It had been months since Henry had come to this new place far away from Hawkins. Henry Creel, now known as Peter Ballard lived alone in an apartment in the heart of the city. He ran away from Dr. Martin Brenner unwilling to participate in his psychotic experiments anymore. It’s true that over his time with Dr. Brenner, he had learned to hate humans. It’s true that he saw them as nothing but nasty pests, multiplying and poisoning the world. He hated the way they tried to impose an unnatural structure which was only beneficial to them. But ever since he met y/n and spent some time with other normal humans he had come to know they aren’t really all that bad. Not everyone is trying to impose rules on everybody. Some do live in the moment, finding joy in trivial things, find their way back to loving each other even after fights.
Seeing Y/n for the first time had ignited an unusual feeling in him. He wanted to explore the uncanny feeling further so he went to meet her, he watched her work, he noticed how her face lit up whenever she saw him around. She evoked a deep desire in him to want to experience something similar like these humans he so very hated. Specially after today, he craved her touch again, he wanted to kiss her again maybe do even more. All he was being able to think of was Y/n. She tempted him with her wicked thoughts every night. It's true that his powers are far superior than just being able to capture the thoughts of others but for the first time he wanted to try to close off his mind, his powers, run away from his past and join in the madness. And he wanted to do it with her, for her.
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oikiri · 2 years
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to the 001 simp fandom
I'll write a fanfic soon
anything you WANT to read in it for sure?
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cocopowderrr · 2 years
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Dad……? HENRY/VECNA/001 FANFICTION
“ i’ve been trying to get to you, join me…..”
previous chapter <3
CHAPTER 7
Watch as I destroy everything
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Dustin screamed on top of his lungs as Vivian was getting dragged away. When she was gone, he fell on his knees, crying. His mind went blank, there was literally nothing he could do. Lucas and the others dragged him away from the portal because he was trying to go in so he could save Vivian. Nancy promised him that they'll save her, no matter what. They all went to Max's trailer where Nancy told everyone what she saw. Dustin was out of it, not paying attention to anything. Eddie had never seen his friend like this, Vivian held a special place in his heart. Eddie stood up from his seat and went to Dustin, giving him a pat on his head.
“I swear- if anything happens to her-“
“It won’t.” Steve interrupted. The kids looked at him confused.
“You guys noticed how his bats didn’t even dare to go near her, right??? Vecna clearly doesn’t want to hurt her.”
“The worst he can do is scare her.” Dustin sighed, he wasn’t in the mood to speak.
They all started making a plan on how to defeat him, Dustin proposed ideas as well, and Nancy was also determined to go back, and put an end to everything. Max decided to bait herself to Vecna so he becomes vulnerable and Nancy and the others can put an end to him. They all first decided to go get weapons by stealing someone's van.
Meanwhile, in the upside down, Vecna patiently stood as he waited for his beloved daughter to wake up, she broke her ribs, her arm, and injured her head, but he had the power to heal, so he healed her, but not all the way through. He knew if he did, she'll find a way to escape. He also showed her his memories, what he was up to all those years. And now, luckily for him, Vivian had slowly started gaining consciousness.
“D-dad…” She whispered. Vecna slowly approached her, the footsteps caught her attention, and she opened her eyes to see the thing she wanted to fight, but also run away from. Her eyes widened from fear, was it the end for her.
“I see you’re awake…” She didn’t say a word.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me, I am not going to hurt you….”
“LIAR!” Vivian screamed which made him stop on his tracks.
“You're nothing but a liar, a manipulator, you hurt mom, you killed your own family, you used a child and killed people, you’re an awful person, you're a monster!’
“What do you want from me??? You didn’t kidnap me for nothing!!!” Rage was spewing inside Vecna, He kept that blank expression and approached her. Vivian was scared, but now when she’s in the lair of the devil, she had nothing to lose. When he got close to her, he did a low growl and gritted his teeth. Vivian shut her eyes tight and gulped.
“Why aren’t you saying anything now?” She didn’t reply, what could she have said?
“Answer me!” He suddenly grabbed her throat tight and started choking her, Vivian was tied, she couldn’t get his hand off of her, so she tried using her mind to push him off, but he used his big hand and covered her face, to show her something again. Next thing she saw broke her. She saw Dustin dead, not just him, everyone. She saw Hawkins in flames, there were monsters everywhere, and people were running for their lives.
“NO! ST-STOP IT PLEASE, PLEASE! I BEG YOU!!” Vivian cried, but he tightened his grip more.
“You had left me with no choice…”
“So I had to teach you a lesson.” He let go, she coughed and took deep breaths and cried on top of her lungs.
“You’re different, Vivian…”
“You don’t belong with those people.”
“You belong with me, you belong to me.”
“No!” Vivian whispered, she couldn’t use her voice.
“You have no choice.”
“Now, watch as I destroy everything…”
“Y-you’re a terrible father….”
“I wish I wasn’t born as your daughter.”
“All my life, I had hoped that my father wouldn’t be the same as my mother….”
“But you’re far far worse, she’s your victim, I am your victim.”
“You used me, just as I thought I had someone who loved me…” A tear left her eye.
“Turns out… It was a lie.” Vecna raised his hand once more and put it on her face. Slowly, she started losing consciousness.
“Sleep well, sweet Vivian.”
Vecna had other things to attend to, like the people in Hawkins who are trying to kill him, he put Vivian to sleep so he could take care of them. Her words had no effect on him, he wanted Vivian's powers, and there’s nothing in his way now.
TO BE CONTINUED
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His fingers gently traced over your features, cascading down your cheekbone, and his thumb played with your lip, "We're just the same, you and I..."
this counts right? - @bowersbubbles
YES this absolutely counts and I LOVE this!!! idk if I did this justice but ahh, I hope it's okay! <3 this ended up actually longer than I thought it would be before the line you gave, whoops!
*send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it*
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This was it, the night you had been running through your mind ever since you could remember. You were going to escape, you were really going to do it this time. You meticulously learned the schedule of the rounds each guard would make, you used your powers to picture an outline of the entire lab, drawing it and creating a map to your freedom.
You had been at the lab for 10 years now, coming under the care of Brenner at 8 years old after surviving a house fire your parents were taken by. You were determined to get out of this place and get back to the real world, outside. To have a real life again.
You waited closely by your door, listening for the footsteps of the guard going past. Once you finally heard them diminish, you took a deep breath, slowly turning the doorknob. You eased it shut ever so slowly, trying not to let it close with any sound, before you tiptoed down the hall as quick as you could. Rounding the corner, you arrived at the door that lead to the stairwell. You reached into your shoe, where you hid the badge you had stolen off a nurse and guided it to the sliding reader with a shaky hand.
"Well, well..." A soft but stern voice said from behind you. "What do we have here?"
You froze, your breath hitching as your face went flush. Turning around, there was the quiet, blonde orderly. He was brand new when you first arrived in the lab, and was still being trained. So you figured he had been here as long as you had. You never seemed to learn any of the orderlies names, though. They rarely spoke to each other, and they rarely spoke with the children aside from orders. You knew this one's schedule though, and he was supposed to be down in the left wing by the higher numbers this evening, what was he doing here?
"I-I...uh...I..." You stuttered, your mind racing, terrified of what punishment would be brought down upon you for this.
"And where did you get this?" He reached and gently slipped the stolen badge from your fingers. He tutted as he looked it over. "I don't believe this belongs to you."
"I...I'm sorry...am I going to be punished?" You asked, tears forming in the corner of your eyes, still able to remember the pain of the last time you were in trouble.
"Hmm..." He hummed to himself. "Well, why don't you tell me what you were doing with this." He held it up between the two of you.
You looked down to the floor, shuffling on your feet. "I...I want to leave."
"You want to leave? Why do you want to leave?" He asked, maintaining his delicate tone, his brows softly scrunched together.
You shrugged, staring at the floor. "I-I'm 18 now and I want a real life...I just want a real life." You looked up to him, your doe eyes glassed over in fear.
The orderly smiled, reaching a hand out. You cautiously took it as he began leading you through the doors into the stairwell. The doors shut with a thunk behind you. You were confused and nervous as he brought you down the steps. He stopped on the landing midway between floors, holding you by your shoulders. You trembled looking up at him, your fate in his hands.
"I understand." He said quietly. "I...I want to leave too."
You furrowed your brow, tilting your head back. "You?"
He nodded. "Can I tell you a secret?" He paused as you nodded. "I didn't choose to be here." He whispered. Your face held it's look of confusion as he continued. "Have you ever heard... about a 001?"
"Papa said he doesn't ex-"
"Exist, I know. Well..." His eyes fell downward as he brough his hand up. Pulling back the cuff of his sleeve, it revealed a small "001" tattooed on his wrist. "He does."
Your eyes widened as you looked back up to him. He straightened his sleeve back to cover the ink.
"Remember when you first came here? I wasn't much older than you are now. Your papa decided to keep me here, as part of the staff, even though I wanted to leave too...he implanted something. Here-" He took your hand, bringing it up to the back of his neck. "You feel that? Papa called it Soteria. It tracks me and weakens my power. With it, I can never leave here..." He released your hand, a flash of sadness washing over his face.
You held his gaze for a moment, trying to absorb all that was being revealed to you. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him, you couldn't imagine the life he must have lived. You wondered if that was the life Brenner was planning for you, now that you were that same age.
"Will papa do that to me?" You frowned.
He nodded. "You'll be trapped here like me. We can't let that happen. You're a young, powerful, intelligent, and beautiful young woman. You deserve a life free from this hell. I just wish I could get to see you thriving outside of here..." You didn't noticed, but something flickered in his eyes. A darkness.
You blushed a little at his compliments before a thought popped into your head. "What if...I get rid of it?" You ask. "We can leave together."
His eyes softened, a slight smile forming across his lips. "You would do that for me?"
You nodded. His smiled widened as he moved his hair out of the way, and turned to grip the railing of the stair. You took a deep breath, raising your hand up to his neck. You closed your eyes as you felt your nose begin to bleed, and the lights surge. With a grunt from both of you, the small device was pulled from his neck and bounced down the metal stairs with a clink-clink-clink.
He let out a breath, rubbing the wound. He let out a soft chuckle. "Finally..." He looked to you. "Thank you." He smiled.
Suddenly, the doors above flung open. You both whipped your heads toward the top of the stairs where a guard now stood, looking very angry. You gasped, gripping the railing in fear. You were really in trouble now.
Before anyone could open their mouths to speak, the blonde orderly threw his hand out and the guard was slammed against the wall. He walked up the steps toward the shellshocked guard menacingly, stopping a few feet from him before tilting his head to one side. The guard's neck snapped with a loud crack, and he hit the floor with a thud. You involuntarily let out a scream, unable to believe what you just saw. You had never seen a dead body before, let alone a murder.
He turned around, wiping the blood from his nose, descending back down the stairs to you. "It's okay...it had to be done. They wouldn't let us leave. And..." He stepped off the bottom step on to the landing. "Remember how they treated you...they don't deserve your humanity."
"No...no." You shook your head as you backed up, hitting the railing and sinking down to the floor. You cowered from him. He bent down in front of you, bringing his hand up and cupping your cheek.
"Hey, hey...look at me." His fingers gently traced over your features, cascading down your cheekbone, and his thumb played with your lip. "We're just the same, you and I..."
"The same?" You asked, trembling beneath him.
He nodded. "We both want the same thing, we've both been stolen from and mistreated. If we leave together, for the first time, we'll be free. We'll find purpose." He smiled. "Together.. I want us to be together."
"H-How can I trust you? That you won't hurt me too?" You flinched slightly with a whimper as he wiped a tear from your cheek. Your heart pounded in your chest.
He smiled, taking your hand in his. "Because I see what you really are, you're better than anyone in this place. You deserve better. And together we can create a life, a real life. I will never hurt you, and I will make sure no one ever hurts you again, I promise."
You stared into his eyes for a moment, before bringing your hand up to cup his cheek as well, learning from him how you thought you should show affection- something you had long since been removed from. He turned into your hand and smiled against it. You glanced up to the guard's lifeless body, and then back to the blonde orderly, nuzzled against your hand.
"...okay." You exhaled. "Together." You nodded.
"That's my good girl. My girl." He smiled. "Come..." He stood up, reaching a hand out to help you up. "Let's get out of here."
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voxmortuus · 2 years
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001 completely destroying your pussy fic?
PAIRING: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader
UNIVERSE: Stranger Things
WORDS: 388
SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3
Trigger Warning(s): Nothing but pure smut.... no context | Character Death | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…
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It was the way he filled you, the way he stretched you, how you gripped around his throbbing cock as Peter pressed himself into you. His arms wrapped around your waist. Looking over the back of your head, he snarled as he felt how wet you had become in such a short time. He had decided to let you go and forced you flat against the cold metal counter.
Licking his lips, his hand was pressed on the side of your head, his other hand gripped at your hip, his fingers digging into your curvy hip. His thrusts begin off slow, building momentum, but soon they begin to pick up, faster and harder. Your lower lips quiver with such want, feeling yourself getting wetter as he gets wetter. It's like this possessive need washed over him.
His growls and his snarls, they were because of you, for you, the way you gripped him was something he very much enjoyed the feeling of. It was something he wanted all the time from you. You were his, and he was going to make that quite clear. His motions were rough, his grip was tight and strong, and his grunts filled the room as your moans matched his, echoing in his mind, fueling him.
Each thrust got rougher, it was getting to the point of pleasurable pain. His hands moving over you, his snarls bouncing off the walls of the room. It was this uncontrollable deviousness that pushed from him. His hands gripping even tighter against your hips, his fingers starting to leave bruises against your pale flesh.
Feeling that release starting to build, he picked the pace up a little quicker. Feeling it in the pit of your core, he could smell it, sense it, feel it as your dripping walls clenched around him. Unable to control your finish you began to raise the volume of your moans, into mere screams. Within a matter of moments, you were unable to contain yourself as you had let off such a powerful release. Feeling his own fill you. He pulls from you, looks you over, and he said nothing, but you knew you weren't allowed to wash yourself up. You knew he marked you as his, with a smile, you kiss his cheek, readjust your skirt, and head back to your office.
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