#peter ballard angst
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You'll See Why (Peter Ballard x Reader)
Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female!Reader, implied Steve x Reader (Does not really factor into the story)
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: mostly just fluff and angst that doesn't require a content warning. General content warnings consistent with Stranger Things
Summary: It couldn't be him. She refused to believe it. Eleven had to be wrong, had to have the wrong person. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of something like this; in the back of her mind, she knew he was. More, it was that she didn't want to face what it meant about herself.
Masterlist. Ko-Fi.
There was a familiar face staring blankly up at her from the page… she knew this face.
“Well, he looks evil,” Steve mused, looking at the drawing over her shoulder.
“He was 001… He was the first. They built the lab to contain him.” Eleven explained.
(Y/n) was holding up the sketch Eleven had drawn of the patient from Hawkins Lab, who Eleven knew as 001, that Nancy had discovered was Henry, that they all called Vecna.
(Y/n) knew that face.
“(Y/n)?” Dustin touched her shoulder. “(Y/n), are you okay?”
She heard her brother’s voice talking to her, and yet somehow she didn’t register it. He felt, he sounded, so far away.
It felt like an out of body experience, like her thoughts were no longer contained inside her brain, like they were swirling around her in a cloud, consuming her entire world. This was not Henry Creel, could not be Vecna. Eleven had to be wrong. She knew this face, and she knew it all too well.
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“Hi Peter, I see they let you out again. The usual?” (Y/n) smiled brightly.
Peter was her favorite regular at Benny’s, not that he was all that regular. He came in once every couple weeks or so. She assumed whenever the lab could spare him, though he always referred to it as a “reward” for good behavior. Benny’s menu was hardly “reward” worthy. It was decent. Benny was a good cook, but it was just regular diner food. She could think of four other diners in Hawkins that served the same fair, though Benny’s was certainly the closest to the ltab.
He wasn’t a particularly nice regular. He tipped very well, which she appreciated, but most regulars do or they wouldn’t be regulars anymore. Mostly, he was her favorite because he was an enigma. He worked for the Hawkins National Laboratory up the road, and he was very cagey about his work and himself.
“No coffee,” Peter amended without looking up from the papers in front of him.
(Y/n) scribbled haphazardly on the ticket and slid it across the window to put on deck for Benny. There were a couple tickets ahead of it, and that gave her extra time.
(Y/n) dragged the stool out from behind the register and plopped down directly in front of Peter, propping her elbows on the counter and looking at him expectantly.
Peter rolled his eyes but kept them trained on his work. This was (Y/n)’s usual routine any time Peter came into the diner, so he didn’t need to look up to know she was staring him down.
“Must you watch your customers so intently? I feel like a subject in the lab.”
“Only the interesting ones,” (Y/n) dismissed. “Now tell me; how’s the lab?”
Peter flipped over one of the pages mindlessly. He hadn’t processed all the words, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen if (Y/n) had anything to say about it. He kept up the appearance of reading though to hold her interrogations to a minimal. “It is in its usual state. I am nothing but a humble nurse for the children being experimented upon and tortured within its walls.”
(Y/n) rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the kind of joke she would have made, but she let it slide. “Yes, of course, but how is your work?”
“Why would you care to know?” Peter dismissed the question.
“Because I’m bored, and like my brother always says life is a curiosity voyage.”
Peter rolled his eyes, “Your brother sounds foolish.”
“Hey,” (Y/n) reached up and smacked Peter lightly on the side of the head, causing him to jolt. He stared at her in utter disbelief, as if no one had ever touched him before in his life, which she found very hard to believe. He was far too high and mighty, full of himself, not to have been bullied as a kid. “That’s my brother. Only I get to mess with him.”
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Nonresponsive and zoned out was not a good thing to be in Hawkins, Indiana in 1986.
“She’s infected with Vecna!” Dustin began to panic, “Quick someone get my headphones from the desk,” Dustin pointed to the desk behind Max, who practically threw the headphones in her rush to get them to Steve as Dustin ran to the small shelf and began digging through Mike’s cassette tapes.
“No, no,” (Y/n) shook aside the memory as quickly as she could manage. “Dustin,” she called to her brother, “Really, I’m fine!”
“Like hell you are,” behind her, Steve forced the plastic strap of the headphones around her neck. “Seriously? How hard is it to find Pat Benatar!” Steve shouted.
“Again, I’m fine,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, wrenching the headphones off.
They couldn’t afford to waste a pair on her now. She could feel things coming to a head. Over the last 24 hours, virtually all of them had had to procure a pair of headphones and wrap them around their necks. Only Steve, Dustin, Eleven, and herself hadn’t heard the ticking of a clock at some point yet. A low drone of noise was filling the room as songs played from the necks of the other occupants.
“Really!” She insisted to the skeptical crowd of teens staring her down, “no ticking. I was just…” In addressing the room, her eyes found Eleven’s, “remembering something.”
Eleven’s eyes seemed to see right through her, and (Y/n) hesitated for a moment, wavering in whether revealing this information was a good idea or not. Everyone else in the room was staring at her, eyes darting now and again to Eleven.
It was too late to back out now. She took a breath and, watching Eleven’s face intently for her reaction, said the name.
“Peter Ballard.”
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“Hi again Peter, I’ll put the usual on for you.” (Y/n) greeted him with a wave as he came through the door.
This time, when Peter walked in, Benny’s was empty except for herself and Benny. He had his usual folder full of papers tucked under his arm, stamped with the fancy Hawkins Lab’s seal on the cover declaring it was privileged information.
“Thank you,” Peter took up his usual counter seat.
He had a way of being both extraordinarily polite and also incredibly rude at the same time. It was like he had spent his entire life being lectured on manners without actually having a single social interaction in which to use them.
“Benny!” (Y/n) called loudly over the order window, “Peter’s usual!”
Benny was somewhere in the back. With the diner being empty, Benny had ducked out to rearrange the stock while he left (Y/n) to mind the front. “Give me just a minute!” She heard her boss shout back.
“So!” (Y/n) whipped around, leaning back against the order window, “Gonna tell me how work was today?”
“Tiresome.” Peter clipped.
(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, “That’s about as descriptive as you’ve ever been. Was it coworkers or your human test subjects?” She said the last part teasingly.
Peter paused for a moment, still not looking up from his papers, but he seemed to consider her question longer than he usually would before dismissing her. “Boss.” Having answered, Peter immediately went back to flipping through pages, only adding under his breath, “Not that I would call him that, persay. He’s more like my worst nightmare.”
(Y/n) chuckled and approached, taking up her usual seat across from him. “Tell me about it. Last week, Benny didn’t let me off early on Friday even though it was my mom’s birthday, so my little brother recruited his friends to try to bake her birthday cake instead of waiting for me and almost lit my house on fire.”
The word fire seemed to catch Peter’s attention. He still didn’t give her the time of day or meet her eyes, still seemed to think that she was too beneath him for that, but his head did cock to one side. He was listening.
“What’s so nightmarish about your boss?”
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“What do you mean you ‘know’ Vecna?” Dustin demanded.
“He came into Benny’s from time to time,” (Y/n) felt like she was retreating into her skin. Eleven, Mike, Eddie, Max, the whole room. They were all watching her with dark eyes, watching her like they were watching the enemy.
Dustin was staring at her in utter shock. He didn’t notice the looks from his friends or the fear in her eyes. He was still trying to comprehend this massive piece of information.
Only Steve’s hand, resting with a firm grip on her shoulder, was keeping her grounded in the room, keeping her from bolting out the door like a frightened deer.
“And you talked to him? You knew him?” Max joined the questioning, her tone far closer to interrogation than Dustin’s disbelieving one.
(Y/n) shrugged defensively, “Lots of people from the labs came in. We were the closest restaurant. He said he was a nurse. I didn’t know he was the literal devil.”
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“Your boss sounds like a dick, no offense.”
“None taken.” Peter had talked to her. He had actually talked to her. Granted, they were complaining about their bosses, which was the oldest and most basic form of bonding in the book, but still. It was something. “He is.”
“Well,” (Y/n) hopped down from the seat she had taken on the counter while he recounted his tale of woe. “I’m gonna start cleaning up if it’s all the same to you.”
Peter waved his hand down the length of the counter and immediately reverted his eyes back to his papers that were off to the side of the plate he was presently eating off of.
(Y/n) smirked to herself as she pulled out her rag. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to keep poking at him till she got the answers she wanted.
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It was Nancy who turned the whole scene into a proper interrogation. Though, perhaps given her profession, it was more of an interview. She waved the kids away from the seat in front of (Y/n) and took up a spot front and center in her vision.
“Tell us everything you know about him. Start from the beginning.”
(Y/n) took a breath and recited the facts as coldly and emotionlessly as she could manage. “His name was Peter Ballard. He came into the diner once every couple weeks. Everyone else from the lab came in groups, but he…” Her voice cracked for a moment, and she hoped everyone else in the room saw it as nothing more than the nerves it was, “He was always alone. He barely talked to me. The others said he was a nurse, and that he never talked to anyone in the lab either. He always brought files with him to read. It took months for him to even bother making eye contact with me.”
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“You never went to a proper high school?”
“No,” Peter droned. He still acted thoroughly unamused with her presence, but he had started more readily answering her questions.
(Y/n) huffed and leaned back on her stool, tilting away from him. “Well, that explains so much.”
Peter’s eyes shot up from his paper, and for the first time he met her gaze. Not exactly an angry expression, but at the least a doubtful one, colored his face as his eyebrows drew together. “How?”
“Well,” she let the legs of her stool fall back on the floor with a crash as she leaned forward towards Peter, “Sure, you didn’t have to deal with assholes on the basketball team shoving you into lockers, or girls on the cheer squad making fun of your clothes. But you also never found a group of friends with the same niche interest as you, or a guy to bond with over your mutual hatred of some bully, or a cute girl who thought you were the cutest thing since God invented puppies.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed.
“No, I’m serious,” (Y/n) immediately dismissed his expression. “Sure, there are giant swathes of humanity that are the absolute worst, but there are some humans who are really great when you give them the chance. And you,” she poked a finger into his chest, “never did. You were aware that some people sucked, but you didn’t hang around long enough to find the ones that didn’t before you decided to write all of us off as intolerable.”
Peter pursed his lips and turned back to his files. He wasn’t going to continue this line of conversation.
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“That’s really all I know, Nancy. I swear.” (Y/n) huffed.
“There has to be something though!” Nancy jumped up from her seat and began to pace, “It can’t be a coincidence that you knew him. Can it?”
“I didn’t know him,” She emphasized. “We didn’t exactly bare our souls to each other and get matching tattoos. We were friendly. He came in every couple weeks, ordered the same thing. Towards the end he started making small talk, but that was it. Small talk. He didn’t exactly spell out for me that he had dreams of becoming a mass murderer.”
“Yeah, but what are the odds that you would get wrapped up in all of this?” Jonathan pointed out. “It sounds like you’re the only person he talked to outside of the lab.”
“Pretty freakin’ high, Jonathan,” (Y/n) huffed. “If you haven’t noticed, Hawkins isn’t a metropolis. It’s a pretty small town, and weird shit keeps happening. We’re all wrapped up in it at this point.”
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(Y/n) froze, staring at Peter as he approached his usual seat at the counter. She’d clocked him instantly when he walked in, and instantly had known something was very off.
He looked more or less the same, all white outfit, holier than thou expression. His hair was in its usual blonde waves, and he seemed more or less as agitated with his own existence as he usually did.
“H-Hey Peter, Usual?” (Y/n) asked.
“Yes, please,” Peter replied.
And in that moment she realized it. That moment when he sat there, still looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to put his order in. That moment when he didn’t look down.
No files.
(Y/n) rushed the order in to Benny and whirled back around to join Peter. There were a handful of other people in the diner, but they were all regulars who’d already gotten their food and knew their way around. She was completely unbothered with doing her rounds to their tables.
“Why no files?”
Peter raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you the one who’s always bugging me to talk to you?”
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“He’s not here,” Dustin dropped the flashlight back to his side with a huff.
They had gone to the Creel house again, hoping to find where in the Upside Down Vecna was. Now that they had Eleven, with her powers back no less, they wanted to lure him to a place they could face off against him.
“(Y/n),” Lucas called over the bannister from the second floor. “Did Vecna ever mention anywhere else he liked to go? Or somewhere else in Hawkins he felt connected to?”
“No!” (Y/n) shouted back with a huff, “If he’s not here he must be at the lab!”
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“So?” (Y/n) smiled, “Thoughts?”
“It’s… cold.” Peter mused.
(Y/n) huffed and pulled back from where she was leaning on the counter. “That’s it? It’s cold? I thought you were going to actually help me? You know, useful feedback?”
Peter slowly pushed the mostly-full milkshake away from his plate. “I never agreed to help you. You only assumed I would when I came in.”
“Yeah! For a free milkshake!” (Y/n) threw her hands up, utterly exasperated with him, “You have to have more thoughts than ‘it’s cold’. I’m making Benny put milkshakes on the menu, and it’s my ass on the line if they aren’t good.”
“It’s sweet.” Peter added, picking up another fry and taking a bite.
“Ooooh! Thank you so much! That’s so much more helpful.” She bit back sarcastically.
Rolling her eyes, (Y/n) snatched the milkshake away, slurping through Peter’s abandoned straw. She made a face, “Oh, ok… that is sweet.”
Peter didn’t meet her eyes, but he waved his hand and made a face that very much said ‘told-you-so’.
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It didn’t look like anyone had been in the lab since Eleven closed the portal. The bodies had been cleaned up, no doubt by the military coverup team, but the broken glass in the screened in room surrounding the old portal was still strewn about the floor. Hopper’s gun Bob had left in the control room was still on the desk. There were even still spatters of blood every few feet along the walls and stains from dried up blood on the floors.
“So,” Robin murmured quietly to (Y/n), “This is what Round 2 looked like? Man I am so glad I just had the Russians.”
“It doesn’t look like he’s here either. Doesn’t even look like he’s been here at all. There’s no portal,” Will assessed, turning back to the room.
“Fuck!” Mike turned, kicking a wall. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
He wasn’t at his old home. He wasn’t at the lab. He wasn’t at any of the places he’d opened portals that they knew about. (Y/n) was at a loss. There wasn’t anywhere else to look.
He must be hiding, hiding somewhere completely random with absolutely no connection to him. It was the logical thing to do if he didn’t want to be found, but it just didn’t make sense. Sure, Eleven said 001 was a creature completely void of any emotion, set to the singular purpose of restoring order to the world by ridding it of humanity.
But (Y/n) knew that wasn’t true. Hell, the Party should’ve known that wasn’t true. 001 had slaughtered an entire lab in an instant he was so blinded by rage, not even giving them the option to join them that he’d given Eleven. When he became Vecna and was sent to the Upside Down, the first place they knew he’d gone was home. Max had seen the disassembled pieces of the Creel house in Vecna’s inner hideout in the Upside Down. And Henry had talked to Nancy about her visit to his father, about how he’d vengefully plotted his demise.
Even the Peter (Y/n) knew was riddled with emotions, most of them negative, but still they were there. Even when he was putting on a neutral face, she always knew he detested humanity. He hated his job. He…
He’d teased her about her milkshakes, about how much she talked, about high school, about her brother. He’d…
(Y/n) bolted for the door. “Steve, get the keys! I know where he went!” She shouted.
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“So why don’t you ever sit with them?” (Y/n) asked, nodding with her chin over Peter’s shoulder to the lab coats at the table behind him.
They weren’t literally wearing lab coats, but in her mind everyone who worked in a lab was supposed to be wearing a coat. So that’s what she called them. In actuality, they were all dressed almost exactly the same as Peter.
“I mean, I know you hate them, but even you have to get lonely sometimes.”
Peter picked up another fry and put it in his mouth, avoiding her question.
“There must be someone tolerable enough to eat lunch with.”
“I eat with you.” Peter told her, “Do I need someone else?”
(Y/n) felt her cheeks turn a little bit pink, and she tried to swallow it down. “Well no, but you must have friends. Someone at the lab? Or someone from when you were a kid? I know you were homeschooled, but still. Everyone needs friends.”
Peter snorted, and (Y/n) wasn’t sure if it was at the idea of him needing someone or at the idea of having a friend. “Well, I regret to inform you that I just have you.”
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There was a portal, up against the wall of the diner, behind the counter right where she used to sit when she would talk to Peter.
“Dead on, (Y/n).” Steve patted her shoulder, joking, “He must’ve really liked the eggs.”
Grilled chicken with a side of fries and a coffee. Always the same food; didn’t matter what meal it was. (Y/n) didn’t bother to voice that though.
“It’s one of the basketball players,” Dustin pointed out.
A pair of broken, twisted out of shape, legs were sticking out from behind one of the couches the kids had dragged into Benny’s after it was deserted.
“It’s bigger…” Eleven murmured, taking a step forward towards the portal.
Mike caught her arm, pulling her back away from the portal.
(Y/n) didn’t join in, the banter or the analysis. She was staring at the portal.
It was right where she used to sit, literally right there. If Peter had been there, and she’d been in her usual spot talking to him, all she would’ve had to do was tip her stool back, like she always did, and she would’ve fallen straight into the Upside Down.
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“You’re gonna fall over if you keep doing that,” Peter pointed down to the legs of her stool.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes and continued to totter back and forth on the back legs of the stool. “Then I’ll knock my head in and get off work early, and you won’t have to put up with me. Sounds like a win for both of us.”
The front legs of the stool slammed to the ground, and (Y/n) stared wide-eyed, mouth ajar, at Peter.
Peter’s eyes had a fire to them she had never seen. There was something there, something behind his usual disinterested, annoyed expression. Something dangerous.
He had a vice-like grip on her wrist, and (Y/n) was positive that she was going to have a ringed bruise around the bone there in the morning from how tightly he held her and how hard he’d jerked her back forward. Her arm was stretched out across the width of the counter, practically touching his chest he’d jerked her so far back.
The shock in her face seemed to douse the fire in his. “Sorry,” Peter cleared his throat, dropping her wrist.
“N-No, it’s okay.” (Y/n) dismissed haphazardly. “Didn’t realize I was worrying you.”
Under his breath, so quietly she wasn’t quite sure she heard him right, Peter whispered, “Of course you worry me.”
“What was that?” (Y/n) asked.
“Nothing, just don’t want you dead on the floor. The hassle of finding another friend is unappealing.”
“Well,” (Y/n) smiled, though not as brightly this time as she usually did, “you can’t get rid of me that easy.”
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Vecna.
A grey body, void of skin and hair and a face. Vine-like Tentacles protruding from his back, whipping back and forth in all directions as if they had a mind of their own, encircling the party, drawing them tighter and tighter into him.
She knew what Eleven told her, knew the story of how Vecna had come to be, but she just couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t see Peter under there, inside the monster.
She couldn’t see Peter batting away Eleven with a vine, without a care in the world for her scream as she went flying back into a deadened tree.
Not Peter, not her Peter.
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“I’m sorry.”
(Y/n) looked up, startled. She hadn’t heard anyone come in. She’d been too absorbed in the math homework splayed across Benny’s counter to notice anything other than the mental image she’d been constructing of going to watch all of her friends graduate knowing she was going to have to repeat senior year.
“Oh Peter, I didn’t hear you come in. Usual?”
Peter sat down in front of her, which was not in his usual seat. “No, I only… I came here to talk, to apologize, and say goodbye.”
“Wait you’re leaving?” (Y/n) dropped the pencil from her hand. “Are they moving you out of the lab? What’s going on?”
“There’s been a… development. And soon my services will no longer be required.” Peter caught the pencil (Y/n) hadn’t heard rolling across the counter and carefully balanced it back in place in front of her textbook.
“W-Well, where are you going?” She tried, and failed miserably, to hide the disappointment from her tone, “I’m sure they have phones there. I’d hate to leave you with no one to pester you every week.”
“I can’t tell you.” Peter smiled, actually smiled. (Y/n) didn’t know if it was unnerving or endearing. It was the first time she’d ever seen him smile. She got the occasional snear, once in a while a smirk if she was particularly amusing that day. But he never smiled, certainly not like this, sad, disheartened, like he was sorry he had to go. “That’s why I came. I know I scared you last time I was here. I… I showed too much of myself, and for that I’m sorry.”
“Peter, you don’t have to apologize.” (Y/n) reached out, hesitantly and took his hand. “Not for being yourself at least.”
“Oh but I do.” Peter dismissed. Turning his hand over, Peter took hers in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Maybe one day you’ll see why.”
And as easily as he slipped into her life, he was gone.
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“Eddie,” She whispered from their hiding place behind the rock, “whatever happens, can you promise me something?”
“What?” Eddie whispered back to her.
(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before she peeled herself away from the rocker’s side. “Hold Steve back.” Turning to Jonathan on her other side, she patted his arm. “And don’t let him and Dustin do anything stupid while I’m gone.”
(Y/n) was usually an anxious, hesitant person. She was an extrovert to the extreme, but she was also very risk averse. She was the type of girl who walked with her eyes on her own feet, and her arms brought in across her chest at all times. She didn’t exude surety or confidence ever. The three words her friends would use to describe her were skittish, excitable, and self-conscious. With Dart, Dustin had taken the lead trapping the monster in the cellar. In the Byer’s home, she had cowered behind Steve, from the demodogs and from Billy. In Starcourt, her brother had practically dragged her down to the Russian base. She had been the one driving the distraction car, all too happy to put distance between herself, Dustin, and Steve and the Mindflayer.
She was not fearless like Nancy or powerful like Eleven or a natural leader like Steve. In the face of monsters and spies and alternate dimensions, she was scared, like any normal person would be.
But this, she’d convinced herself, wasn’t a monster from an alternate dimension. A monster, maybe, but one she knew.
“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Jonathan tried to grab at her arm, but she moved faster, ducking out of the way as she came running out from behind the rock.
Vecna was baring down on Eleven, standing in front of Lucas, Mike, and Dustin with her arms wide as she tried to push him back.
“(Y/n)!” The shout came from somewhere behind her, but she didn’t look back at Steve as she heard him running after her.
“PETER!” She came to a stop under him and shouted up into the air, at the body in the center of the mass of tentacles.
His head turned, slowly, towards her. “Peter, come down here!”
“(Y/n),” he said, seemingly to himself.
She should’ve been afraid, quaking in her boots afraid. But for once, she just couldn’t seem to manage it.
Somewhere in the distance she could hear Steve shouting, shouting at her, at Vecna, at Jonathan and Eddie for holding him back.
“Peter!” She called again.
The tentacles seemed to whip back and forth through the air, splaying themselves out flat on the ground and slowly encircling where she stood, as they lowered their master to the ground.
“NO!” Dustin tried to jump, but without instruction needed Lucas and Mike grabbed him and held him back.
“Peter, you don’t have to do this.”
“Peter is dead. Your friend,” he spat the word, “saw to that.”
“I know she put you here, but I don’t think Peter’s gone.” A tentacle slithered at the back of her heels, and (Y/n) took a step closer to Peter.
“You always had such idealistic notions.” He snarled, “This is what I am. Not Peter, this.” Two of the tentacles whipped out from the circle they had formed around (Y/n), and latched onto her wrists, wrenching her down to her knees.
(Y/n) shook her head, “I don’t believe that.”
The tentacles tightened around her wrist, and she bit back a whimper in disgust as they began wrapping themselves slowly up her arms.
“Society is a scourge (Y/n). The real curse is not me; it’s humanity.” Peter began walking towards her, the tentacles around her dragging her to meet him.
“Then why haven’t you cursed me? Killed me?” (Y/n) asked, “Everyone else has heard the clock ticking, Peter. But here I am.”
The tentacles were wrapping around her chest now, gluing her arms to her sides. Peter, Vecna, did not respond. He stood directly above her now, her bound defenseless at his feet.
“If Peter was dead then you wouldn’t be listening to me right now.”
One of the tentacles wrapped itself around her throat, but she didn’t feel it constricting her at all. It was like it didn’t know what to do.
“Let them go, Peter. They’re just kids. Scared, little kids like Henry used to be.”
Steve was still shouting and struggling with Jonathan and Eddie, and in her peripheral, it seemed Eleven had joined the boys in holding back Dustin.
“I’ll stay.” She whispered loud enough for only Peter to hear. “We’re friends right? I’ll stay here, with you. But you have to let them go. Leave them alone, leave Hawkins alone.”
Peter blinked. “You wouldn’t leave your brother.”
He sounded like Peter, the dark, raspy voice of Vecna was gone. He sounded young again; he sounded whole.
“I’ll leave him to protect him. Peter, you live in this place free of people and the society you hated, and it’s still not enough. You never wanted to be alone.” The grip the tentacles had on her was loosening, and (Y/n) tried to stand. The tentacles melted away as Peter saw what she wanted to do. “I’ll stay here, with you. You won’t be alone… But you have to let them go.”
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“NO!” Dustin shoved forward and began pounding on the wall where to portal used to be. “No!”
His fingers tried digging into the wallpaper, into the wall. It had to be there; it couldn’t be gone. He could get back to her. They could save her.
The rest of the party watched in utter silence as Dustin scratched and clawed at the wall, trying to open the portal back to his sister.
No one tried to stop him, or intervene. They were all too stunned to speak, too stunned to move.
The only noise in the room was Dustin, screaming in despair at the wall, and Steve, quietly sobbing in the corner.
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Thanks for reading! If you like this, please go read my Eddie Munson fic. I'd really appreciate it! I think it's even better than this one, and it meant a lot to me writing it. I look forward to knowing what you think!
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Safe - Peter Ballard
Summary - You are afraid of being captured back to the lab, and you can’t seem to relax. Peter helps you
Pronouns used - They/Them
A/N - God, this is my first time writing in over a year. Hope this didn’t suck
Warnings - Mentions of shock torture, OOC Peter ig? This is mainly gender neutral, but Peter does pick the reader up
Word Count - 1,474
You were on edge. You constantly felt like you were being watched: every phone that rang making you jump out of your skin, every security camera you came across felt like it was watching your every move, daring you to look directly at it so it could track, and hunt you down. And, considering you worked at the local supermarket, that wasn’t good thing.
Your boss had noticed how uneasy you were, and after an incident of you shattering a bottle of wine, after a customer had tapped you on the shoulder, she promptly asked you to go home and get some rest.
So arriving home, you kicked your shoes off, switched on the TV and collapsed on the couch. You tried to wind-down and relax, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t been able to relax, or even sleep, in what felt like days, and if you weren't careful, Peter would start to notice. You couldn’t worry him with this, he didn’t deserve more stress.
You jolted at the sudden sound of the front door opening. It was only Peter. “You’re home early darling,” Peter said, spotting you on the couch.
“Yeah, work sent me home early,” you said.
“How come,” Peter sat next to you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.
“Couldn’t concentrate, the told me to go home,” you shrugged.
“Oh,” Peter responded, “I’m going to make pasta tonight, your favourite,” He smiled.
“You don’t have to,”
“Well, I bought the stuff for it at the little store next to work before I came home,” he remarked.
“Any reason?” you queried.
“Just want to treat my favourite person,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, “Just stay here, and I’ll call you through when it’s done,”
“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you asked.
“I’m sure,” Peter stood up, “I have magic literally at my fingertips baby, you just relax,”
You stayed sat on the couch hearing the muffled clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. You couldn’t relax. You thoughts were racing through your head.
What if Brenner found you?
What would he do to Peter?
What would he do to you?
Memories of the lab plagued your mind.
...You awoke with a groan, your limbs still shaking. Your electrical burns bandaged, but still throbbing in pain. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision. You were in the infirmary, the white curtains that surrounded your bed giving it away.
“You should’ve stayed away from Peter when I told you to!” Dr Brenner's angry voice pierced your ears, as yet another shock was delivered to your abdomen by an Orderly.
“Please, make it stop, I’ll do anything!” you begged, tears streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating. You didn’t know how much more you could take of this. It felt as if your brain was bleeding out of your ears. Surely you wouldn’t make it...
You heard hushed voices from behind the curtains, “Please, just two minutes, I need to see them,”
“Fine. Two minutes, not a second more. I’m not putting myself on the line for you Peter,”
Peter. Peter was here.
You watched as the curtains were pulled back, and promptly closed again, revealing Peter, “Hi darling,” he was whispered.
“Hi,” you croaked out, as your boyfriend kneeled down next to your bed, and gently held your hand in his.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the back of your hand.
“It’s not your fault,” you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Just promise me one thing,”
“Anything my love,”
“Get us out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can bare this,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears.
“I promise,”
“Darling, dinner’s ready!” Peter’s voice snapped you back from your trance.
You took a deep breath, as you dragged yourself off from the couch, and into the dining room. Peter was placing your plate at your place on the table, “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pulling your chair out.
“Just water please,”
Peter returned less than a minute later, and set the water down on the table, “Looks amazing” you smiled at Peter as you spoke, “Thank you,”
“Not a problem. You know I quite enjoy making it,” Peter told you. He hadn’t been able to cook before in his life, and when you escaped, he had bought cookbooks-a-plenty. He had enjoyed creating and tasting all these new foods with you, lots of which he had never had heard of before.
You said little as you ate, preferring to simply listen to Peter talk about his day at work. You let out a small laugh as he told the story about how his co-worker had spectacularly tripped over his own two feet. Peter always had the ability to make you laugh when you were feeling down.
You and Peter finished eating, and you both stood up, bringing your empty plates into the kitchen. You went to turn on the hot tap, and wash up, when Peter grasped your arm, “I’ll do it later darling,” and as you opened your mouth to protest, he said “Ah, ah, I won’t hear it. Come on,”
Your boyfriend held your hand, leading you back into the living room, and onto the couch. He faced you, and clasped your hands in his, “What’s going on with you Y/N?”
“What do you mean?” you said, avoiding eye contact.
“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Peter stated, “I’ve noticed how little sleep you’ve been getting, how jumpy you are, and how on edge you’ve been,”
You swallowed. You didn’t know you’d been that obvious.
“Look at me,” Peter said softly, “You can talk to me. You always can. I just want to help you,”
You felt tears well up in your eyes. How could you tell him what was going on in your mind? Wouldn’t that just make him just as paranoid? Would he be angry that you were thinking about the lab, and not this new life you had made for yourselves?
You felt a couple tears drop from your eyes, and hastily removed your hand from Peter’s to wipe them. It couldn’t hurt to try and tell him. It’s just Peter. Your Peter.
“I just..” you took a deep breath, composing yourself, “I keep thinking about the lab, and what they did to me - what they did to us, and I just keep wondering...” you trailed off, letting more tears fall.
“Wondering what, sweetheart?” Peter asked, wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs.
“What is they find us?” you blurted out, breathing heavily, “What if they take us back? What if they hurt us again?” your voice cracked as you spoke, “And, what if.. they take you away from me?” It was somehow worse to say out loud.
“Oh darling,” Peter pulled you into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his shoulder, “They’re not going to find us. But, if in a ten-million to one chance that they do, they’re not going to take us. I’m going to protect you. I would never let them take me away from you,”
“Promise?” you mumbled into his shoulder.
“I promise,” he affirmed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
You looked up at him, still sniffing, but no tears escaped from your eyes, “I love you,”
“I love you too,” he presses his lips to yours, “Lets go to bed, yeah?”
You nodded, and before you could get up, Peter was tightening his grip around you, and stood up, carrying you to your shared bedroom.
Peter gently placed you onto your queen-sized bed, pulled out some comfy pyjama trousers, and one of his oversized t-shirts for you to wear from the chest of draws in the corner of the room, then proceeded to get changed himself. He had put on a plain pair of pyjama trousers.
Once your were both changed, he guided you in silence to your en suit bathroom, to brush your teeth. He then guided you back to your side of the bed, and opened the covers for you to get in.
Switching his bedside lamp off, and getting into his own side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around you yet again, “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now darling?”
You shrugged, “I’m not sure,”
“Do you want me to help?” he asked.
“Please,” you nodded.
Peter slowly trailed his hand up, and down your back. You started to feel more relaxed, feeling like you could almost sink into the mattress. His hand traced up your back once more, this time, lightly pressing onto your temple with his fingers.
And, just like that, all your worries were gone. All those bad memories were nowhere to be seen. You felt at peace, your brain full with happy memories of you and Peter. You slowly drifted away into a slumber.
“Sleep well my love,” Peter whispered, wiping his bloody nose with a tissue, and placing it in the bin next to the bed, “I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”
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peter ballard getting outraged because y’all murdered y/n and now he’s out here killing everyone at the lab. just a thought — might write later.
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The Truth: Peter Ballard
Stranger Things Masterlist
word count: 800
description: Hi, I have a request. What about Peter Ballard x Steve’s older sister (or GN) Reader? Like, she was taken at a young age and raised in Hawkins Lab with Peter, and after Eleven Escapes she takes reader with her and she is reunited with her brother, and of course everything else with the mind flyer happens, Then when Peter/Vecna comes back they are reunited in the upside down and the others find out about their history in the lab?👀 Feel free to ignore this if it’s a bother! (:
You had faint memories of your family well real family that is and sometimes when you were sleeping you can hear your older brother Steve calling out for you as you were taken from your family which made you wake up in a panic to only realize that you were still in the lab. You hated the lab with a passion as did your friend El or number 11 as she was known in the lab because early on you learned you were a test subject and nothing more this so-called Papa didn't love any of you but there was one adult who had taken a liking to you and Eleven his name was Peter or number one as you would come to learn later on and you thought he cared about you but you were wrong about.
After Peter's massacre and banishment which will be explained later you and El decided to stay and keep on with the lessons with Papa despite how much you two wanted to leave. When the Demogorgon attacked the facility and everyone was distracted were you two able to escape and be discovered by three boys ya'lls age who went by the names of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas who quickly took you guys in and offered to help you guys.
You were looking through a yearbook when you saw a picture of your brother Steve making you point aggressively at the picture to which the other looked at you confused as you tried to speak for the first time since meeting them.
"Br...Brother." You said as they looked at you wide-eyed.
It would be a few days later before you would be reunited with your brother when Dustin somehow convinced him to come over to look at something which made you feel nervous because what if he didn't want to see you or what if he didn't remember you?
"There's no way. Everyone thought you were dead or gone forever." He said slowly approaching you.
"I missed you." You said as he wrapped his arms around you tightly as the tears fell down your face.
"I prayed every night you would come home, I missed you so much." He said pulling away from you and taking a seat on the couch.
And so for the next year, you two got to know each other as siblings again, and where you learned that your mom took off after your disappearance and your dad drinks every day which upset you to hear but Steve promised you that he would always be there for you no matter what and true to his word he helped readjust to society.
You and El became friends with the guys and this new girl Max who was so cool and then the threat of the Mindflayer came and you thought that was gonna be the day you die only you felt Billy push you out the way and sacrifice himself.
"I thought I was going to lose you again." Steve said helping you up and checking over your injuries.
Vecna was now the newest version of the Demogorgon that was going after Hawkins and it was up to you and El to save everyone well while you and El were unlocking your powers, your brother and his friends somehow ended up in your memories when they traveled to the upside-down.
"You have sister, Harrington?" Robin asked.
"I thought she was kidnapped when you guys were younger?" Nancy asked but Steve paid her no mind as he watched your memories play out.
He watched as Peter otherwise known as Vecna took a liking to both of you and El and manipulated the both of you and wanted you both to help him and when you guys rejected him he tried to kill you guys and got banished to Upside Down and would ultimately end up becoming Vecna.
"Steve." Nancy said as none of his friends knew how to approach him.
"I should've tried harder to find her!" He yelled upset that you had to go through this at alone and the fact that you were in Hawkins this whole time.
"Steve you can't blame yourself for that, you were a kid there was nothing you could do. But now you can find a way out of here and a way to destroy him so he can't hurt her anymore." Nancy said as he nodded vowing to kill Vecna with his bare hands if he had to.
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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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Hey you can Peter balled x reader ? Reader Is ghost( no ghost dead ghost like ant-man and wasp) and she’s scared and feel pain but Peter is alway for help ?
Reader is over 18
Her pained moans were all he heard in the haunting halls of Hawkins Labs. Like everything else that goes on in that place, mostly everyone turned a deaf ear to it.
Everyone but him.
He couldn't explain it, but his heart broke at the sound of her whimpers. Looking at his surroundings, he saw the coast was clear and slipped into her room where she was recovering. At least Papa had the decency to let her have some rest after she tested out her powers for the day.
"How are you feeling? Any better?"
She sat up from her bed. Even in the state she was in, he could see hers had widened slightly upon seeing him enter. They softened then once she realized it was him and did her best to smile.
"It still hurts," she admitted, her voice croaked. She hoped she was phasing enough so that he wouldn't be able to see her tears.
Her molecular instability was something she had to deal with her whole life. Her family couldn't find any real answers to it, which led them to leave her at Hawkins Lab. They did nothing but train her and force her to fight through the pain as they watched in amazement how she could phase through objects.
Peter himself gave up who he was a long time ago. His new identity as an orderly still needed work, but at least it came with knowing her.
With cautious steps, he approached her. His hands reached out to her, silently asking her to take them. She was hesitant, already expecting the worst. She seemed to be right about worrying since when she did decide to reach out, her hands went right through his. The disappointment clearer on her face than before.
"It's all right," and yet he kept on smiling at her. "Try again. Relax."
She looked up at that sweet face she'd grown so fond of. He was one of the very few in that place who saw her as so much more than an experiment. Giving a small smile back, she focused on her hands and relaxed. Concentrating on them enough, they took more of a solid form as she placed them over his.
She gasped in disbelief at the sight. But he just kept smiling, he knew she could do it.
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Nightmare
Peter Ballard x F!Reader
warnings : none
You sat up and leaned against the headboard, panting as small tears fell from your eyes as the nightmare had left you visibly shaken as your mind wouldn’t stop racing.
despite how exhausted your body felt, your brain couldn't seem to shut off and go to sleep, allowing you to remember the horrific images left from your nightmare’s.
the heat you felt radiating off the sheets was enough to make you kick them away from you. your head was aching as a million scenarios played through your mind, fueling the tiny pinpricks of anxiety into an all out flame-
a sudden arm felt slinging itself over your body breaks you out of your troubled thoughts, bringing you closer to a naked chest as a deep voice murmurs your name.
“what’s wrong?”
you shut your eyes and allow peter's question to sink in, tethering you back to earth as you press your lips against the base of his throat. there was a comfort found in his warmth, and you buried yourself deeper into his embrace before whispering to him.
“i had a bad dream, and now i can’t go back to sleep. i’m scared…”
you felt your boyfriend press a lingering kiss against your forehead, whispering sweetly at you to talk to him about it. with your eyes clenched shut, you carefully relayed back your dreams to him, not leaving out a single detail as nanami listened to it all.
when you were through, peter carefully pulls you away from him, revealing your tear filled eyes and trembling lips to him. he whispers your name once more, gently stroking at your bottom lip as he promised to protect you and never allow your nightmares to become a reality.
sealing his promise with a kiss against your lips, you slowly felt your anxieties melt away. being in his arms was nothing short of bliss for you, and you believed every word nanami had told you.
after kissing away your tears, he adjusts his arms so that they were completely wrapped around your form. keeping your head pressed against his chest, you listen to the gentle beats of his heart and the way his chest rose and fell to the sounds of his breathing.
his whole presence immediately became your comfort as you found your eyes slowly becoming heavy. and with one last yawn, you allow your body to slump against your beloved all while falling into a dreamless yet peaceful slumber.
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remember pt.2- e.m./001
after lots of requests and a month-long account glitch, here’s part two!
part one!
summary: your nightmares become real when you finally see henry again.
warnings: dark fic, vampire eddie, violence, eddies death but not really, henry is an asshole?, asphyxiation, gore, angst, body horror, horror themes, language, demogorgans, detailed descriptions of pain, not much s4 plot i think, allusion to mind manipulation, vines
let me know if you think i missed anything!
the first thing you recognize as you come to is the pounding in your skull. the pain is not unfamiliar to you, but this time it’s different. this time, it’s from blunt force; not the manipulation of your psyche.
the second is the pain on your wrists, ankles, and neck. something is pressing, squeezing, holding you.
the third, and maybe most horrifying, is that everything feels cold. so fucking cold. and wet. the realization sends you into a panic. “eddie?” you try to cry out on instinct, but the thing wrapped around your throat squeezes tighter. you wonder momentarily if the darkness around you is from your location, or the lack of oxygen to your brain.
“baby?” a choked, wet sputter causes you to clamp your eyes shut, memories playing behind your eyelids like some sick horror movie. is this how cheryl felt, when the tree limbs started to attack her before her possession? or laurie, when michael was breaking into the closet to get her? no, this is worse, because it was real. you had been losing him, right before your very own eyes.
the pain of the claws digging into your scalp goes nearly unfelt as the monster’s face opens up, unleashing a terrible cry and holding your head in place. it’s making you watch-
it’s making you watch as those things swarm your lover, ripping him apart. you know you’re screaming, begging it to stop. it goes unheard over the sounds of skin ripping and eddie’s ear splitting, heart retching, nauseating screeches.
“don’t torment yourself, my dove.” vecna’s- henry’s- deep growl pulls your eyes open. he’s standing above you, the limbs of dead trees and blue-red hues of the sky creating a beautifully sinister backdrop to his figure. “he’s alive, that’s all that matters.” his malformed hands come to move your hair from your face.
“please-” you gasp, though you’re not quite sure what you’re pleading for. to see him? to leave this place? for the restoration of your ability to take in oxygen?
for this nightmare to be over, you decide.
the pressure on your windpipe lets up minutely, and you greedily suck the tainted air into your lungs. your chest rattles with the force of it, but he smiles.
“i do hope you appreciate the changes i’ve made to him.” he grates, grabbing your shoulders as softly as his taloned hands are capable, and lifting you to sit up.
the sight causes you to let out a harsh sob. the things, your bindings, which you now realize are vines, tighten around your bruised skin. eddie is being held up against a tree by them, but his body is sagging. he looks sick, weak, and oh so pale. the image of the monstrously delicate wings trailing from his back is almost enough to distract you from the mahogany irises piercing into your soul.
“what did you do to him?” you practically scream. you try to crawl to him, and shockingly, henry lets you. trembling legs carry you to him, protesting when you begin to stand. you ignore the ache, cupping eddie’s jaw and pressing your forehead to his. “my love, what did he do to you?” you cry, thumbs stroking away the tears from his icy skin. he doesn’t speak, simply pushing his head harder toward you.
“simple changes, little one.” henry grits, hand resting on you shoulder. “think of them as adaptations, to accommodate your new home.” eddie whimpers at his words, more tears running onto your hand.
“i’m a monster.” he sobs, casting his eyes to the ground.
“no, eds. no, you’re still my beautiful boy.” you breath, tucking a strand of blood caked hair behind his ear. he shudders at your touch but nuzzles into it all the same.
“i’m glad you think so, y/n. he’s in desperate need of feeding.” henry growls. before you can begin to consider the implication of his words, a claw runs over your chest. a scream rips from your lungs as you begin to wringle in his arms. blood runs beneath your shirt, and a deep groan from eddie forces your gaze back up. his eyes are suddenly alert, both with fear and hunger.
“oh god-” you gasp, the vines holding eddies straining limbs beginning to loosen.
“run.” eddie begs, the sound of breaking bone filling your ears as new, sharper, far more dangerous canines force the old ones from his gums. you don’t hesitate, ripping yourself from henry’s arms and taking off into a sprint.
your combat boots slap the ground, carrying you as fast as you can muster. “you can’t outrun him, darling!” you hear the false voice, the way henry sounded before, call from behind you.
you don’t get far before eddie’s chest is knocking into your back, forcing you to the ground once again. “no! eds, please!” you scream. he grips your hair hard, knuckles leaving new bruises on your scalp.
“i’m so sorry.” he whines, other hand griping your jaw and forcing your neck to an agonizing angle. your shriek echoes through the desolate, decaying version of your home as the full extent of his teeth rip through the soft and bruised skin of your jugular.
the fingers on your skull trail down, rubbing what he hopes are comforting circles on your spine. it’s so painful but it’s still eddie, causing you to go slack in his arms. you’ll let eddie takes anything he wants from you. your heart, your love, your body, and now your blood.
the pain seems to lessen the blurrier your vision becomes, but you can still see when henry kneels before you. your mind flashes back to that night, when you’d first realized he was trying to reach you through your nightmares and sent you running to eddies safe arms. now he’d made eddie into one of them. you don’t want to wake up though, because if this is how you have to keep him holding you, you’ll do it. your eyes start to droop in lethargy.
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“sleep, little one. i won’t let him take more than you can give. when you wake, we’ll still be here.”
(some of you didn’t ask, so i hope you don’t mind the tagging! sorry!)
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can you do one for vecna where reader and vecna slow dance then reader gets vecna’d 🥺🥺🥺🥺
i did my best 😭
this for you bbg @inaramisview
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You were just having a regular day on the job. It was going pretty bad actually. Worse than usual. People saying you got their order wrong and yelling at you for it, people just randomly insulting you while you are working, even your coworkers were doing it! You just went to work at this cafe for money so eventually you can go off to college.
But one thing came in and somewhat patched up your rough day. A young man, who you had never seen before, asked you on a date.
He was trying to flatter you. And oh boy, did it work. You were falling into this man's arms within minutes of talking to him.
And I mean literally falling, like you tripped over yourself, and he caught you. He gave you a gentle laugh and pat on the head and then steadied you by looping your arm through his, walking around the cafe with him.
He had stayed to talk to you for at least 2 hours when you were on shift. Every time you had a customer to attend to, he would politely walk away and come over when you were free again.
When you were cleaning up, he would walk along with you. Helping you a little bit along the way. It was great. Amazing even, until your manager saw. Then it wasn't so great anymore.
He saw you with him and was watching for a few minutes. And he finally caught what was going on. Your manager did want you to be distracted, so he rudely removed it.
"Hey! Get back to work, you can get slutted out when you aren't on the job! And you, can't you see she is doing something?! You've had enough time here pal!" He started pushing the gentleman away and escorting him to the exit. And he wasn't even looking at the man who was pushing him out. He was looking at you, with a sad look on his face.
You mouthed, I'm so sorry, to the nice man. And he just gave you a simple nod and a sad smile.
Once he was out, your manager came over and gave you a harsh glare, already putting you back in your place. You didn't want to get fired; you didn't want to get yelled at either. You just want to get the hell out of here.
You continued working until your shift ended, which wasn't that late. Maybe 6, a little after since you got tasked with closing today.
Having finished locking up and cleaning, you went out. You didn't have a car, so you were just planning on walking home. You were ready to, until you saw a car in the parking lot.
There was only supposed to be one person here, and they didn't have a car, and that's you. They flashed their lights, and you immediately got scared. After today, all you need is to get home safely and have a bubble bath. And you might not be able to do either of those.
You went off in a dash. In your atmosphere, there was nowhere to run. There weren't any woods near here. Just open fields. So, you can't escape easily. But you were still running as fast as you fucking could. But that wasn't enough.
They caught up with you, and then you realized who your chaser was.
The nice dude at the cafe? What?
He rolled down his window and was trying to yell something out. He looked very concerned so you decided to slow your pace so you couldn't hear the wind rushing through your hair as you were running. But he was still unheard by you.
Your heart was racing for running so fast for so long. You collapsed on the ground. Full on fell over. And couldn't get back up. It didn't matter to you. You felt like you were dying. You still couldn't hear anything around you since your ears ringing was just added to the mix.
You didn't notice the man get out of the car and crouch next to you. In fact, you were so tired you didn't even register that he picked you up and put you in a seat. He was wiping your face with a cloth he had gotten from God knows where.
“Are you alright darlin’?” This is the first somewhat clear thing you have heard, all the noises had all died down. Now it was just your somewhat heavy breathing.
“Fine, what are you doing? Why are you here?” Your breathing started picking up again and he tried to sooth you. He started running his fingers through your hair.
“I didn’t want to leave without asking you out.” Wait, so he stayed behind the whole time to ask you, on a date?
“I don’t even know your name,” you didn’t know almost anything about him accept he was a flirt and tall and handsome and kind and-
“My name is Peter.” Ah, so basic. Yet fits him perfectly. Such a beautiful name for this fine specimen. He looks even better in this lighting. His eyes are shining, and the slowly departing sun is kindly reflecting off his blonde hair.
“Cool.” What?! That was the first thing to come up in your head?! Oh no! Gotta say something else, you’ve got to. But how can you save yourself from that?
“Huh, thanks.” He gave you a little chuckle. Damn this man. Peter looked back up and stared directly in your eyes. “Are you alright though dear?” He did look concerned. You’ve already brushed off the thought that he might hurt you in any way.
“Yup, all goody.” You gave him a goofy smile. He brought a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better look of your face. “Anyways, what you were saying? Why were you following me?” It was obvious you heard him the first time, you just wanted to hear him again to make sure he wouldn’t take it back.
“I want to take you on a date. I wanted to take you today, but I guess there’s really no more time.” The sun was barely in the sky anymore, it was just about to set. But how much you wanted this date, it was going to be unbearable to wait for another day for it to happen. It needs to happen now. While we are still here.
“We can set something up here. I’m a very easy woman to please,” such a true statement. Watching a movie with Vickie once every 2 weeks made you buzz. “We can just sit and watch the sunset. I don’t know what else we could do while we are here. But why not just play it out as it comes?”
He was staring you down with admiration. His mouth was slightly hanging, surprised.
“You know what,” no I don’t, “let’s go for it.” You instantly blew up. Your face contorting into a ridiculous smile. Even more crazy than earlier. Finally, it was your moment.”
Peter picked you up and carried you out a little way away. So, no one would see you, except for 2 crazy people.
He set you down and put both hands on your waist. Your hands already immediately coming to rest on his shoulders.
“Maybe we should just start the night off by dancing?”
It was unthinkable that someone was able to be this happy. You had just met this man, and he rocked your world.
“Of course.”
And that’s how it went.
Dancing without a care in the world. Nothing was stopping you in the moment. The sun was only just now setting. Which made this even more magical. It was such a peaceful silence. You closed your eyes for a bit. Just soaking in everything. Until you heard Peter clearing his throat. You opened your eyes back up and saw a different expression on his face.
“I have a question for you.” You gave him a quick, mhm, and a not so he can continue. “What made you trust me so much?”
That’s when everything stopped. You stopped moving. Your face had gone stone cold. His face had a methodical look to it. This is the moment you truly wanted to step back from the situation.
“No.”
“No what dear? Are you upset?” Yes, who wouldn’t be? Anyone hates getting their hopes up for something that is too good to be true.
And then you felt something. Something that shouldn’t be happening.
You were being raised. Into the sky.
Then you felt a pain shoot through your left arm. And then your right leg. Eventually your right wrist.
What was going on?
Your jaw bopped and cracked.
You were bleeding out of your eye sockets and you couldn’t see anything.
You were in unbearable pain and suffering that you couldn’t do anything about.
And then everything stopped. You couldn’t feel anything anymore.
Peter then said the very last words you would ever hear,
“Dumb girl.”
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The below mentioned prompts were created with the help of some Goggle searches, YouTube videos, song lyrics, etc. Although I have created the prompts, the inspiration for them may have come from Google.
Feel free to send me 1 or many prompts with a character!
If you would like to use any of them, please do reblog this post or credit me!
"You live once, you die once, but love, I couldn't even do it once"
"Coming in my room to find you wrapped around someone else's arms just breaks my heart, but you look happy with him anyway"
"My heaven is you, is yours me too?"
"Snogging my best friend right in front of me and expecting for me to forgive you?"
"This is goodbye"
"No no no, it isn't your time yet, no I won't let you go so easily"
"Take me back to the night we met"
"Do you get deja vu?"
"Do you choose me or her/him?" "I-I choose-" "Don't choose me, choose her/him because if you actually loved me, you would've never fallen for her/him"
"Were you ever in love with me?" "I was always in love with you!" "Doesn't look like it, if you were you would've never been with another man/woman"
"I'm not yours, not anymore"
"Why don't you move on?" "It's not as easy as it seems when everything around you reminds you of them"
"I am so disappointed in you!" "Have always been one anyway"
"But someone's gotta go"
"You left me when I needed you the most, and now you expect me to take you back into my life as if nothing happened?"
"Poetry was the only thing that helped me forget about all my problems, but now that my problem is you, poetry reminds me of you everyday"
"I knew her/him more than you" "Oh do you? Then do you know that she/he was lying in the corner not eating for days after you left? Do you know that she/he locked themselves up in a room and cried for days? Do you know when you moved on she/he never even thought of loving another? It doesn't matter if you knew her/him more than me, it matters if you knew her/him during the times of their needs"
"You were never mine"
"Maybe in another life"
"I knew you would leave me too"
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I'm Sorry, I Had to Go .
pairing: Peter Ballard x Fem!reader
summary; Reader can't take the insanity Hawkins Lab gives her anymore and decides to escape with Eleven in the middle of the night, leaving Peter unknowingly behind.
warnings; descriptions of hatred, tears, fear/anxiety, heartbreak.
a/n; suprise Peter angst !!!! :D (there's not a happy ending.)
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The circles under your eyes made you feel sluggish, and braille as if you were weak, or thin, almost in a way were you were invisible.
Your body was swelling, and your feet felt like they were blistering from the assigned heels you were forced to have on your feet everyday.
This job, this place, it felt as though it were a fucking nightmare.
Living in constant anxiety and paranoia was practically not even living anymore. it felt like you were watching someone else live, like you were there anymore within yourself.
The fucking children that were preferably to be announced as "subjects" under the name of Martin Brenner were a pain in the ass.
Especially number 002. God was he a fucking snob. You hated him the most, everytime you'd see him even out of your peripheral vision you wanted to take out the threads from his skin until his bones were embarrassed of themselves.
There was only one kid who didn't seem to always have their foot directing itself up your asshole. And that was 011. She was quiet, and kind. She never really asked of anything, and you'd suspected she might've had an anxiety issue.
Though it wouldn't have mattered, because in this workplace no one cares for anyone else. Not even if someone's fucking dead.
Feelings aren't allowed in Hawkins National Labrotories, and they especially are not meant to be shown by any orderly.
You vigorously rubbed your eyes to wake yourself more even if it would've done practically nothing. You rushed yourself in a heap of panic to find some regular looking clothing for a woman in 1979.
You couldn't stand it any longer, if you stayed here for even another day it felt as though you'd lose your sanity, if it weren't already unrecognizablely lost.
There was a short sleeved soft pink shirt that was button up, it would've had to do for the moment.
And there were also some tan khakis you were able to find, it seemed like one of the nurses outfits, though you didn't care how it ended up in your bedroom.
You were thankful they were there in the first place.
"Miss Y/n?" A small voice croaked into your dull excuse of a bedroom. You whipped yourself around in your new clothing and saw 011.
Salty pools of tears dripped down from her waterline and made her coco eyes red and soggy.
You walked over to her, gently pulling on her hand to bring her inside your room and closed the metal door as quietly as you could behind her.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Your voice was also small, and extremely quiet.
"bad.. dream.." her voice cracked and shook, and it made your heart sink for her, she didn't deserve to grow up in a facility such as this one.
"It was only a dream Eleven, there's nothing to be scared of, okay?" You rubbed her shoulders lightly to help ease her nerves.
"are.. you, going?" She said exaiming your outfit, she seemed like she was confused, really confused, which was understandable considering she's only around 8 years old.
"..yes, do you want.. to come with me?" You felt hesitant about asking her to come along with you, but she was so young and traumatized enough from everything that went on within these walls.
"against the rules.." She looked down, she seemed scared, but there was a look in her face that told you she wanted to come too.
"I promise I'll keep you safe, no matter what, okay?" She looked up and nodded as you smiled softly and wiped away her warm tears.
"what about.. peter..?"
Peter.
He didn't even come into your mind, He always hinted to you about escaping one day, and it was reliving to know someone else hated this building as much as you did, but you'd never thought he was serious before.
"He'll.. catch up, okay? he'll be with us too at some point.." Your Heart felt itself cracking open at your words, you knew you loved Peter from the moment he started speaking to you, he was always welcoming with open arms and ears. He listen to you talk about your interests, how much you hated it here, and even a little about your past.
But the more you thought about how you'd be leaving him behind, the more you realized you didn't know that much about him.
Would he escape too? if he would, would he even come looking for you and Eleven? or would he just completely move on?
Your Heart wanted you to stay for Peter, but you knew better than to stay for him as much as you now wanted too. If you ever wanted a chance at successfully escaping, you had to take that chance now, while the gaurds were asleep and there were only about 4 hall monitors out, but this building was huge and they could've been anywhere.
"are we leaving.. now?" She sounded nervous now, and you hesitantly nodded, taking her out of your room, holding her hand the entire time to find your way out, down inside the lower, less populated parts of Hawkins Lab.
And before you knew it, you and Eleven were running through the woods without looking back, as tears streamed down your face from breaking your own heart.
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REQUESTS OPEN!
For dialogues, headcanons and imagines (sfw and nsfw)
Currently writing for Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley and 001/Henry Creel.
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So I for some reason can NEVER take naps. Like ever. Even when I'm dead tired. I thought it'd be an interesting One Shot idea for Peter Ballard to help the reader sleep during the day/take a nap when they just can't and never have. I've never made an request on Tumblr before, I hope this works *nervous laugh* also I love your writing!
Sweet Dreams
Peter Ballard (001) x Orderly! Reader | FLUFF & ANGST
Word count: 1K
SONG MENTIONED
© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.
You had been awake for two days straight. Hawkins Lab had always been a place bustling with life. And never in the ways that could help keep your mind at ease. The children overworking themselves, the orderlies breaking down when the pressure became too much, Brenner losing his patience…the list was endless.
And today, you felt like death. Worked to the bone, you sat, a shell of the person you’d been on Monday morning, a small cup of coffee in your cold hands. Autumn was rolling in, and the bite of cold that came with it wasn’t welcome.
“You look awful,” was Peter’s way of greeting you.
You offered a weak smile, “Thanks,” and shifted over so he could sit against the Rainbow Room’s wall with you.
“That’s your fifth cup in the last three hours,” he pointed out. Not exactly upset, or angry.
But worry was etched into the crease of his eyebrows either way, and you hated it when he looked at you like that. As if you needed someone to look after you.
“I’ll be alright.” You shrugged him off and focused back on the children.
003 and 004 were moving little blocks around in the air, passing them to one another. Your heart lightened a bit at the sight. The children seemed happy today at least. You leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes, allowing the clattering of pucks and blocks to distract you from your thoughts.
Clack, clack, clack.
“Shit!” Your eyes snapped open when you started.
Your pants were wet. Crap. You’d forgotten about the coffee. Your pristine, white unform had been tinged a dark brown.
“I’ll be alright, you said?” Peter chuckled and helped you to your feet. “You fall asleep for two seconds and this is what happens?”
“Sorry, did I get anything on you?” You asked, warmth heating up your cheeks.
The surveillance had definitely caught that. The last thing you needed was Brenner on your heels, nipping away and demanding to know why you were in such a state.
“Not at all. Don’t worry.” With a warm smile and gentle hands, Peter led you down the hall to one of the break rooms.
Many of the nurses here slept over here when a child was critically ill after a class. And thankfully, this happened to be one of the less used rooms, tucked away into a far corner of the Lab. A small bed and a cupboard were all there was in here. Perfect.
“They should have clean uniforms here for you to take for the rest of your shift,” Peter mumbled, his back to you as he rummaged through the cupboards.
“Thank you.” You took the white pants he offered you.
“So…” he closed the door and kept his back turned while you changed. “Why are you so tired? You haven’t been like this in a while.”
“It’s nothing,’ you sighed, sitting back down on the bed. Shoes off and the thin sheet over your shoulders, you lay down. “You can go back now. I’ll be fine here. The kids have to go to lunch soon anyways.”
“Really?” he’d turned back to you now, arms folded. You knew that stance.
“Standing like a teacher isn’t going to make me fess up, you know. That only works for the children,” you grumbled.
You wriggled over to the other side, facing the wall, your back to him.
“You know, when we were younger, I remember how many nightmares you used to have,” he said softly.
You felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat down on the other end of the bed.
“They were pretty bad, weren’t they?” you gave a weak little laugh and closed your eyes.
“I’d love to blame Brenner for it, but it was my fault.”
“Partly,” you tried. “I was the one who decided it would be a wonderful idea to share memories with each other. And I just happened to accidentally fall into one of your bad ones.”
“I’m still sorry for how that worked out, you know…” Peter laid a hand on your head and stroked your hair.
“Can you show me one of your good memories?” you sighed at the feeling of his hands in your hair. “Maybe it’ll help put my mind at ease.”
“Of course.” Both of his gentle hands held your head, smoothing your hair down as he began to hum. It was a song the two of you knew well.
My love must be a kind of blind love,
I can’t see anyone but you,
Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright,
I only have eyes for you, dear
His gentle humming sent you to sleep. You felt your mind slip away into his memory slowly.
It was warm. A summer’s day. Mother and father were in the dining room. Dancing. The record player went on late into the afternoon. Chet Baker and The Flamingos were surprisingly the household favourite. Although Henry never liked music very much, didn’t understand the feelings behind it at that age, he enjoyed seeing his family happy.
“Dance with me!” sister came running over, her smile toothy and young.
“I don’t know how to dance,” Henry replied.
“Silly brother. I’ll show you how!” Sister grabbed his hand and took him into the living room, her small hand clasped around his.
“See! You’re doing it!” Sister’s bright laughter filled the house, even as Henry awkwardly tripped over his own feet in the process.
Father was happy to see them finally getting along again after the move. It was all he could ask for after so many hardships.
Peter couldn’t help but smile when he noticed the ghost of a smile on your face as you slept. After what the two of you had been through under Brenner’s care, the least he could do was give you a sweet dream. Even if it meant lying to you about his past to do so.
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The nonexistent veins of this blog runs purely on angst. If you’ve come looking for written works of that category, please feel free to name the fics that have piqued your interest! A fair warning that the author’s first language is not English therefore perfection is not guaranteed, but that’s the beauty of it, is it not? Angst is an art of imperfection meeting a scale of perfection, or otherwise — if that makes sense.
Be reminded that this author writes under a nome de plume, which means all personal information are meant to be anonymous and not meant to be disclosed to the audience. This detail is relevant to those who wish to send an “ask” regarding the writer.
This blog’s works include gender neutral and female insert reader fics written about: Wednesday Addams, Evelyn Deavor, Anthony Lockwood, Henry Creel, Brienne of Tarth, Robin Buckley, Kang Sae-Byeok, and ( formerly and not anymore ) Camilo Madrigal.
Wednesday ‘ Wednesday Addams
BITTER SOLITUDE
Wednesday has always loved being alone. She enjoyed the company of solitude and the opportunity for something haunted in the eerie silence, but somehow your presence was missing. Did she do something wrong? ( Angst, Female Reader Insert. )
DEAD OF NIGHT
In which you and Wednesday open up to each other as comfort after you woke up from a nightmare, replaying the moments in the forest when the hyde attacked you not so long ago. ( Slight Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Female Reader Insert. )
DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS — I and II
wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( heavy angst. character death. female reader insert. )
WISH I NEVER MET YOU
a massive fight — you and wednesday never had that before, not until now that the walls almost crumbled down from the shouts being passed on back and forth. it could have worked, but then came the statement that ended it all for good. ( in progress. heavy angst. female reader insert. )
PRIORITIES
ever since wednesday got tangled with the monster mystery, her priorities seemed to turn into shambles as she brushed off your existence to get to the leads of her case, even if it meant kissing other people to do so. ( in progress. angst, cheating (?) toxic wednesday, toxic reader. )
Encanto ‘ Camilo Madrigal
JUST ANOTHER BOY
You were the new kid in Encanto and your family already tried to help building up the community by coming up with an idea of a school for the children in the small town. Whilst trying your best to survive education, you met a rather weird and awkward boy from the very famous family; The Madrigals. It was strange how he was outgoing and easily social to the others but you. Nevertheless, that's what made him interesting. Then, he just got weirder. ( Fluff. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )
FALLEN DEBRIS
After the disastrous dinner where Mariano and Isabella were supposed to come out engaged, you and Camilo had an extremely heated argument about Bruno after defending him causing your relationship to deteriorate completely. You were there when Mirabel and Abuela fought causing the downfall of Casita — you along with it. And when Camilo found your unresponsive figure underneath the piles and rubbles of the fallen shelter's debris, well . . . ( Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )
FLEETING PROMISE
You were anything but mortal, and when you met a strange young boy, the light you provided only became brighter. But see, the thing is, you were strictly prohibited to be involved with any human interactions. So, when something found out that you talked to Camilo not just once but every night — much worse, felt things for him, you had to deal with the consequences. Before you disappeared, he had made a promise; a promise to let his heart reside in you forever until death do you part. But when you came back a decade later, there was nothing else you could do after you witnessed a purely uttered promise become a fleeting belief you clung onto for faith that even someone like you ever deserved mortal feelings such as love. ( In Progress. Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )
Stranger Things ‘ Peter Ballard
AFFECTIONATE DISDAIN
Peter didn’t like the way you stood as if you owned the world. It was meant to be his. Not you. He hated your eyes all the way down to the tip of your toes, but as he had no choice but to put up with getting stuck with you, how was it that the way the light reflected on your angle changed? You were brighter than the daylight shine, and he was disgustingly allured by it. But no, you weren’t going to make him crumble. ( In Progress. Fluff. Enemies to lovers. Partial slow-burn. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )
ALLURE
Who knew that you could meet your strange neighbour again? Only this time, he wasn’t so quiet nor friendly. He was older, more dangerous — and just as you were about to kill him as a mission, your wants got in the way. Both of you couldn’t resist. Maybe that’s just how alluring you were. ( Romance. Angst? SLIGHT NSFW. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )
THAT WAY
You were once prepared to throw your life away just for him to look at you the way he did another. It took him years to realise. It took him years to feel what it was that you couldn’t feel twice. He knew it was too late, but he had to tell you somehow, even without talking. ( Angst. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )
GHOSTING PRESENCE ' Robin Buckley x Reader
You both had a massive fight, and the fact that you moved in together made it more difficult to handle. For the rest of the day, no one acknowledged anyone. The space between the walls were silent, and as you went to bed facing the opposite sides, she just knew it had to end. ( In Progress. Angst. Female Reader Insert. )
Squid Game ‘ Kang Sae-Byeok
MIRROR SHARDS
You’ll never forget the metallic taste of your lips joined into one as she choked back on her groans with your fingers pulling the large shard of glass from her side. ( Drafted. Slightly explicit. Fluff, Angst. Female reader insert. )
Lockwood & Co. ‘ Anthony Lockwood
DEAD WEIGHT
The reader’s skills got rusty and with anthony breathing down her neck all the time, well, things that were better off unsaid were spoken. that’s when four became three. ( Angst. Female Reader Insert. )
GHOST OF THE PAST
in which anthony recalls the tragedy of the only person who stirred his blood and thoughts. the girl who stayed young forever. ( heavy angst with a character’s death, specifically the reader’s. unproofread. )
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Dead Lovers Lane: Peter Ballard
Stranger Things Masterlist
word count: 641
Request: So this one is for Peter Ballard, and I was hoping this could be like something from Season 4! Y/N or what name you decide to pick, is a test subject at Hawkins lab. Peter is one of the staff there just like season 4. Lets say she's just as powerful as Eleven and beats her in the circle experiment. Lets say Y/N is around.. 17/18 and Peter is not 67-. They begin to fall in love, sharing side glances in the Rainbow room or during training. When it comes time for Y/N to run away, Peter end up killing her along with the other numbers, and realizes his mistake to late, crying and holding her in his arms as she dies.
A/N: I aged Peter down to about 22 years old and made the reader 18 years old
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Some said that you were just as powerful as Eleven if not more powerful than her and it was proven during circle time when you and El squared off during each other and you knocked her off her feet which not only impressed Dr. Breener but Peter as well who had his eye on you for a while now. You were roughly about 18 years old meaning you were one of the first children that Dr. Breener had brought in to be tested on, and god were you the most beautiful thing Peter had ever seen.
You didn't plan on falling for Peter but the first time you met him, you couldn't deny how attractive he was and you could stare into those beautiful blue eyes of his all day long if given the chance. It started out real innocent between you and Peter while you were in the rainbow room he would come and talk to you about your days and basic stuff but as time went on it was hard for the both of you not to stare well more so give each other loving glances at each other while in the rainbow room or during training.
"What if I told you I could get out of here?" Peter said to you one day while he escorted you back to his room.
"You would come with me right?" You asked him confused because you didn't want to leave without him.
"Of course sweetheart. We would leave togther so that we can finally be together without any rules and you can finally start living for yourself instead of being a test subject." He said lacing his hands with yours as you two stepped into your room.
"I would love that Peter!" You said wrapping your arms around his neck making him smile as he hugged you back.
From that day forward when Peter would walk you to your room, he would tell you about the escape plan so that you knew everything you were supposed to do when the day came for you to escape while Peter did his part which he failed to tell you that he was gonna kill everyone in the lab so that no one would come after you guys.
"I'll see you on the otherside princess." Peter said placing a kiss on your lips.
You were making your way to the escape door when you saw Dr. Breener and the group of kids coming down the hall making you panic so you slipped into line with them, not wanting to get caught. You followed them into the rainbow room and acted along waiting for your prefect moment to reescape and join Peter.
Peter walked into the rainbow room with one thing on his mind and that was having a future with you without any of this life coming back to haunt him. You started off with killing the guards which made the children scream and if only he had been paying attention to who he was killing he would've realized that you were in there.
Peter finished killing El and the last of the guards when he saw the familiar head of your hair laying next to one of kids while choking on your blood making him panic as he rushed over you.
"Princess no what are you doing here?" He asked lifting you into his arms as the tears streamed down his face.
"Almost got caught trying to escape." You said coughing up more blood as Peter reached for your hand.
"You weren't supposed to be here princess....we were supposed to start our lives together." He said through tears as he cradled your body.
"I...I love you Peter." You said before shutting your eyes and taking your final breathe making Peter cry even harder and hate himself more for not realizing his mistake sooner.
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