Ahhhh Iâm so glad you liked it!!! I thought you might enjoy the vibes of this one heheđ let me know if you ever watch it bc this man is SO FINE in it!!!
Nightmares and Day-dreams
Peter Ballard x GN Reader
Note: I hope yâall enjoy this! Thisâll be my last fic till May. I thought it would be fun to dip into some horror and angst for this one. (The next one will be fluffy I promise haha)
Comment to be added to my Peter/Henry Taglist
Warnings: Horror, dark themes, blood and gore, dead bodies, manipulating (readerâs innocent and a little lonely and this gets taken advantage of), psychic abilities, a tiny bit of mind control, unhappy ending
A soft knock on the door of your clinic woke you from your light slumber. You jolted, combing your fingers through your hair and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.
You smiled as you walked to the door. Only one person ever knocked, the same person whoâd occupied your dreams a today and every night for weeks.
Since youâd started working at Hawkins lab, you hadnât been able to get him out of your head. Sure he was attractive and all, his blue eyes alone would have anyone falling all over him. But there was something about him, something more than just his good looks.
Peter was soâŠsweet. He was patient with the kids, he was attentive and considerate of you and all his coworkers, God youâd rarely ever seen him without a smile on his face.
He was a genuinely good guy, sort of a rarity for you these days.
So when your day time fantasies had followed you to bed, you hadnât been all that surprised. Peter wasâŠthe perfect man.
When he knocked again, you snapped back to reality. You realized youâd been thinking about his soft smile for much too long, once again.
You yanked the door open, only to be met with the sight of the sheepish, blond man, holding his hand against his chest and staining his all white clothes a deep red.
âPeter!â You gasped, your hands flying to cover your mouth as blood dripped down his wrist. Without Peterâs accident prone nature, you were certain youâd be out of a job.
âHi,â he grimaced, wincing just a bit in pain.
âOh my God Peter please get in here,â you grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him inside.
He stumbled in behind you, more boy than man, blushing profusely.
You pulled out a chair, âsit,â you ordered before rushing to grab bandages and antiseptics.
Once youâd gathered supplies you knelt in between his legs. âShow me,â you ordered.
Reluctantly, he pulled his arm away from his chest to reveal the massive gash. It was worse than you could have imagined.
âHowâd you even do this!?â You half asked and half scolded.
He cringed, âoh you knowâŠâ he trailed off but you hadnât really been listening, too invested in stitching him up.
You sighed as you finished. âYou canât keep doing this,â you told him.
He gazed into your eyes, that sweet smile you loved so much brightening his whole face. âBut then I wouldnât get to enjoy the pleasure of your company.â
You blushed, trying to hide it as you stood to put away all of your first aid supplies.
âDonât you have work to get back to?â you asked, flustered out of your mind.
He chuckled, âyeah Iâd better get going.â
As he slipped out the door, you wondered how you managed to get anything done with him around.
You propped your head up on one hand, fighting sleep and losing as you glanced at the clock to read 10:42am. You sighed.
You couldnât figure out what had you so tired these days. Youâd been getting a full eight hours! And damn, you figured with your dreams filled with the face of your favorite blond man you would have slept a lot better.
You rubbed circles into your temples. You felt a wave of the same âhead in a trash compactorâ feeling you did when you got no sleep at all. What was wrong with you?
Suddenly, you were roused from your thoughts by a familiar knock on your door.
Your pained face morphed into a bright smile. Peter.
When you opened the door he was standing before you, all white uniform, mug in hand.
âGood morning,â he smiled.
You returned his grin, even though your morning had been anything but good, it was much better now.
âNo more injuries I hope?â You teased.
He laughed. âNot yet, but itâs still early I suppose.â He opened two creamers and poured them into the mug, stirring absentmindedly.
âArm heeled up pretty nicely,â you noticed, coming around to touch the small mark where the giant gash had once been.
âOh yeah,â he flexed a bit, âjust needed a couple weeks and some TLC from my favorite nurseâ
You giggled at his flirting, wondering what his curls would feel like if you ran your fingers through his hair.
He handed you the mug, âbrought this for you.â
You gasped just a bit before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.
âThank you so much,â you were touched.
âDonât mention it,â he winked as he slipped out the door.
You smiled to yourself, he was so thoughtful, so considerate. You figured he must have been paying attention to you to notice youâd been so lethargic.
ButâŠthen again you hadnât seen him this morning, not until now.
You shrugged, maybe he brought everyone coffee.
You pushed the thought out of your head, if that was the case, you didnât want to know. Youâd rather believe he thought you were special.
You took another long sip.
You startled awake at the feeling of someone nudging your arm softly. As you scrambled to collect your thoughts, still half asleep, you were met with Peterâs concerned face.
âAre you alright,â he asked.
âYeah! Yes, Iâm fine,â you babbled, blushing profusely.
âI knocked four times, I thought it would be ok to come inâŠâ he trailed off, then frowned. âYouâre really ok?â
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âYeah um, I havenât been sleeping well.â You told him.
But you had been sleeping well. For the past few days youâd been sleeping for ten hours instead of eight. Yet it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing, you were still exhausted. Past the point of struggling to stay awake, you were fully napping at work now.
âOh thatâs awful,â you could feel Peterâs concern, his gaze trained on your drooping eyes. âThatâs how they torture people you knowâŠlack of sleep.â
âReally?â you yawned, not processing a single word he said.
âYou should get some rest,â he told you.
âWhat? No! I canât sleep here,â you protested, âdidnât you need something? You must have come here for something.â
âJust a band aid,â he tugged your hand until you were standing, leading you towards the cot in your tiny clinic. âI can get it on the way out, why donât you lie down?â
The more you mulled it over, the more that measly cot began to look like a king bed at the Ritz Carlton.
âWellâŠmaybe I could for a littleâŠâ
He nodded, âyouâre of no use to anyone if youâre tired,â he rationalized, âbesides, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it,â you repeated as you climbed onto the cot.
âThatâs right,â he smiled as he crept towards the door, flicking off the light switch on his way out.
You barely even noticed him leave as you drifted off.
You awoke abruptly to the sound of an alarm blaring. You stumbled off the cot. Of course something happened during the few seconds, you checked your watch, hours youâd been asleep.
You grabbed your first aid kit and rushed into the hallway, but the sight you were met with chilled you to your core.
Your hands covered your mouth as you slumped against the wall in shock. Corridors youâd walked down every day were now stained with blood. Children youâd tended to when they were sick, held when they were crying, now littered the linoleum floor.
Fear coursed through you. You slid down the wall until you were crouched in a ball, defeated, all but waiting for whatever monster had pillaged the lab to take you too. You couldnât help but think of Peter, wondering if your perfect boy had escaped, if he was ok.
As tears began to prick your eyes, Peter crept around the corner, covered in blood yet, more serene than youâd ever seen him.
Your heart leapt in your chest. Peter had evaded the murderer, maybe there was hope for the two of you after all.
But as he stalked closer, any semblance of hope left within you shattered.
Peter wasnât just calm, he wasâŠpleased.
As he stepped over the corpses of discarded children, he smiled down at their youthful faces. He nudged them to the side with his feet.
You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you realized the blood splattered on his face wasnât his own.
He knelt down in front of you, smiling softly and brushing your hair behind your ear. âHello sweetheart,â he cooed.
You recoiled, his soft touch might as well have been a stab. Any fondness youâd had for him melted away.
âAh ah,â he chided, gripping your chin and pulling you close. âDonât shy away from me.â
If you moved to escape his touch, he gripped you harder. His head followed your movements like a snake, waiting to strike.
âPlease,â your voice broke, âdonât kill me.â You begged, trading your pride for a chance at survival.
âKill you?â Peter looked hurt, âno darling I would never kill you,â he moved to cup your face.
You squeaked.
He smiled, âIâd rather keep you.â
Peter was a deadly spider and heâd entangled you in his web. As much as you squirmed and struggled to escape, it was already much too late.
âK-keep me?â You felt a slimey feeling overtake you, âlikeâŠyou want me to be yourâŠpartner?â The dream youâd had for so long had dissolved to a nightmare.
He chuckled as he stroked the back of his hand down your cheek.
The gesture made your skin crawl.
âSilly human, youâre adorable.â He pinched your cheek cruelly, âhow do I say this youâre⊠beneath me.â
You hated that his words could hurt you.
âYouâre more like aâŠhmm how should I say this,â his brow furrowed, âah, youâre more like a pet to me, a bunny or a kitten or something.â
You felt like youâd been punched.
âYour mind, itâs so fun to play with,â his smile was sinister, âI could never let you go.â
Your face twisted in disgust, you couldnât imagine a worse fate for yourself.
Peter sensed your discomfort. âYouâll come around,â he decided, âbut for now, youâve had a rough day and you need your rest.â
He threw you a mocking pout as he placed a hand on your forehead.
Your eyes began to flutter closed, as much as you tried you couldnât fight whatever Peter was doing.
âSweet dreams,â he whispered as your world faded to black.
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Can you please make a part 3 for "Ties the blind"
Story? I really liked it and hope for another part
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Popping back on to tell you guys that I literally had to pause my studying to go to the dentist today because my jaw LOCKED UP only for them to tell me that I did it by clenching my teeth too much bc Iâm so stressed I-
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See you in May:)
Deleting tumblr off my phone till May at the end of this week because itâs get serious about law school finals time
Not sure if Iâll post something before I do that, weâll see what I have time for
I promise itâll be a much shorter break!!â€ïž
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Iâm usually lead guitar
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Bestie heâs so toxic and evil but they made him so hotđ who was in the stranger things casting room when they picked resident pretty motherfuckerâąïž Jamie Campbell Bower to play this villian??? And weâre supposed to what? Not find him hot????? lol couldnât be međ
Iâm so glad you liked this!!!!
Nightmares and Day-dreams
Peter Ballard x GN Reader
Note: I hope yâall enjoy this! Thisâll be my last fic till May. I thought it would be fun to dip into some horror and angst for this one. (The next one will be fluffy I promise haha)
Comment to be added to my Peter/Henry Taglist
Warnings: Horror, dark themes, blood and gore, dead bodies, manipulating (readerâs innocent and a little lonely and this gets taken advantage of), psychic abilities, a tiny bit of mind control, unhappy ending
A soft knock on the door of your clinic woke you from your light slumber. You jolted, combing your fingers through your hair and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.
You smiled as you walked to the door. Only one person ever knocked, the same person whoâd occupied your dreams a today and every night for weeks.
Since youâd started working at Hawkins lab, you hadnât been able to get him out of your head. Sure he was attractive and all, his blue eyes alone would have anyone falling all over him. But there was something about him, something more than just his good looks.
Peter was soâŠsweet. He was patient with the kids, he was attentive and considerate of you and all his coworkers, God youâd rarely ever seen him without a smile on his face.
He was a genuinely good guy, sort of a rarity for you these days.
So when your day time fantasies had followed you to bed, you hadnât been all that surprised. Peter wasâŠthe perfect man.
When he knocked again, you snapped back to reality. You realized youâd been thinking about his soft smile for much too long, once again.
You yanked the door open, only to be met with the sight of the sheepish, blond man, holding his hand against his chest and staining his all white clothes a deep red.
âPeter!â You gasped, your hands flying to cover your mouth as blood dripped down his wrist. Without Peterâs accident prone nature, you were certain youâd be out of a job.
âHi,â he grimaced, wincing just a bit in pain.
âOh my God Peter please get in here,â you grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him inside.
He stumbled in behind you, more boy than man, blushing profusely.
You pulled out a chair, âsit,â you ordered before rushing to grab bandages and antiseptics.
Once youâd gathered supplies you knelt in between his legs. âShow me,â you ordered.
Reluctantly, he pulled his arm away from his chest to reveal the massive gash. It was worse than you could have imagined.
âHowâd you even do this!?â You half asked and half scolded.
He cringed, âoh you knowâŠâ he trailed off but you hadnât really been listening, too invested in stitching him up.
You sighed as you finished. âYou canât keep doing this,â you told him.
He gazed into your eyes, that sweet smile you loved so much brightening his whole face. âBut then I wouldnât get to enjoy the pleasure of your company.â
You blushed, trying to hide it as you stood to put away all of your first aid supplies.
âDonât you have work to get back to?â you asked, flustered out of your mind.
He chuckled, âyeah Iâd better get going.â
As he slipped out the door, you wondered how you managed to get anything done with him around.
You propped your head up on one hand, fighting sleep and losing as you glanced at the clock to read 10:42am. You sighed.
You couldnât figure out what had you so tired these days. Youâd been getting a full eight hours! And damn, you figured with your dreams filled with the face of your favorite blond man you would have slept a lot better.
You rubbed circles into your temples. You felt a wave of the same âhead in a trash compactorâ feeling you did when you got no sleep at all. What was wrong with you?
Suddenly, you were roused from your thoughts by a familiar knock on your door.
Your pained face morphed into a bright smile. Peter.
When you opened the door he was standing before you, all white uniform, mug in hand.
âGood morning,â he smiled.
You returned his grin, even though your morning had been anything but good, it was much better now.
âNo more injuries I hope?â You teased.
He laughed. âNot yet, but itâs still early I suppose.â He opened two creamers and poured them into the mug, stirring absentmindedly.
âArm heeled up pretty nicely,â you noticed, coming around to touch the small mark where the giant gash had once been.
âOh yeah,â he flexed a bit, âjust needed a couple weeks and some TLC from my favorite nurseâ
You giggled at his flirting, wondering what his curls would feel like if you ran your fingers through his hair.
He handed you the mug, âbrought this for you.â
You gasped just a bit before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.
âThank you so much,â you were touched.
âDonât mention it,â he winked as he slipped out the door.
You smiled to yourself, he was so thoughtful, so considerate. You figured he must have been paying attention to you to notice youâd been so lethargic.
ButâŠthen again you hadnât seen him this morning, not until now.
You shrugged, maybe he brought everyone coffee.
You pushed the thought out of your head, if that was the case, you didnât want to know. Youâd rather believe he thought you were special.
You took another long sip.
You startled awake at the feeling of someone nudging your arm softly. As you scrambled to collect your thoughts, still half asleep, you were met with Peterâs concerned face.
âAre you alright,â he asked.
âYeah! Yes, Iâm fine,â you babbled, blushing profusely.
âI knocked four times, I thought it would be ok to come inâŠâ he trailed off, then frowned. âYouâre really ok?â
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âYeah um, I havenât been sleeping well.â You told him.
But you had been sleeping well. For the past few days youâd been sleeping for ten hours instead of eight. Yet it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing, you were still exhausted. Past the point of struggling to stay awake, you were fully napping at work now.
âOh thatâs awful,â you could feel Peterâs concern, his gaze trained on your drooping eyes. âThatâs how they torture people you knowâŠlack of sleep.â
âReally?â you yawned, not processing a single word he said.
âYou should get some rest,â he told you.
âWhat? No! I canât sleep here,â you protested, âdidnât you need something? You must have come here for something.â
âJust a band aid,â he tugged your hand until you were standing, leading you towards the cot in your tiny clinic. âI can get it on the way out, why donât you lie down?â
The more you mulled it over, the more that measly cot began to look like a king bed at the Ritz Carlton.
âWellâŠmaybe I could for a littleâŠâ
He nodded, âyouâre of no use to anyone if youâre tired,â he rationalized, âbesides, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it,â you repeated as you climbed onto the cot.
âThatâs right,â he smiled as he crept towards the door, flicking off the light switch on his way out.
You barely even noticed him leave as you drifted off.
You awoke abruptly to the sound of an alarm blaring. You stumbled off the cot. Of course something happened during the few seconds, you checked your watch, hours youâd been asleep.
You grabbed your first aid kit and rushed into the hallway, but the sight you were met with chilled you to your core.
Your hands covered your mouth as you slumped against the wall in shock. Corridors youâd walked down every day were now stained with blood. Children youâd tended to when they were sick, held when they were crying, now littered the linoleum floor.
Fear coursed through you. You slid down the wall until you were crouched in a ball, defeated, all but waiting for whatever monster had pillaged the lab to take you too. You couldnât help but think of Peter, wondering if your perfect boy had escaped, if he was ok.
As tears began to prick your eyes, Peter crept around the corner, covered in blood yet, more serene than youâd ever seen him.
Your heart leapt in your chest. Peter had evaded the murderer, maybe there was hope for the two of you after all.
But as he stalked closer, any semblance of hope left within you shattered.
Peter wasnât just calm, he wasâŠpleased.
As he stepped over the corpses of discarded children, he smiled down at their youthful faces. He nudged them to the side with his feet.
You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you realized the blood splattered on his face wasnât his own.
He knelt down in front of you, smiling softly and brushing your hair behind your ear. âHello sweetheart,â he cooed.
You recoiled, his soft touch might as well have been a stab. Any fondness youâd had for him melted away.
âAh ah,â he chided, gripping your chin and pulling you close. âDonât shy away from me.â
If you moved to escape his touch, he gripped you harder. His head followed your movements like a snake, waiting to strike.
âPlease,â your voice broke, âdonât kill me.â You begged, trading your pride for a chance at survival.
âKill you?â Peter looked hurt, âno darling I would never kill you,â he moved to cup your face.
You squeaked.
He smiled, âIâd rather keep you.â
Peter was a deadly spider and heâd entangled you in his web. As much as you squirmed and struggled to escape, it was already much too late.
âK-keep me?â You felt a slimey feeling overtake you, âlikeâŠyou want me to be yourâŠpartner?â The dream youâd had for so long had dissolved to a nightmare.
He chuckled as he stroked the back of his hand down your cheek.
The gesture made your skin crawl.
âSilly human, youâre adorable.â He pinched your cheek cruelly, âhow do I say this youâre⊠beneath me.â
You hated that his words could hurt you.
âYouâre more like aâŠhmm how should I say this,â his brow furrowed, âah, youâre more like a pet to me, a bunny or a kitten or something.â
You felt like youâd been punched.
âYour mind, itâs so fun to play with,â his smile was sinister, âI could never let you go.â
Your face twisted in disgust, you couldnât imagine a worse fate for yourself.
Peter sensed your discomfort. âYouâll come around,â he decided, âbut for now, youâve had a rough day and you need your rest.â
He threw you a mocking pout as he placed a hand on your forehead.
Your eyes began to flutter closed, as much as you tried you couldnât fight whatever Peter was doing.
âSweet dreams,â he whispered as your world faded to black.
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So tbh, when I posted that fic yesterday and said it was gonna be my last till May, I definitely thought yesterday was Friday lmao. Might write something today if I have time and inspiration, but after Saturday thatâs it till my finals are done lol
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Nightmares and Day-dreams
Peter Ballard x GN Reader
Note: I hope yâall enjoy this! Thisâll be my last fic till May. I thought it would be fun to dip into some horror and angst for this one. (The next one will be fluffy I promise haha)
Comment to be added to my Peter/Henry Taglist
Warnings: Horror, dark themes, blood and gore, dead bodies, manipulating (readerâs innocent and a little lonely and this gets taken advantage of), psychic abilities, a tiny bit of mind control, unhappy ending
A soft knock on the door of your clinic woke you from your light slumber. You jolted, combing your fingers through your hair and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.
You smiled as you walked to the door. Only one person ever knocked, the same person whoâd occupied your dreams a today and every night for weeks.
Since youâd started working at Hawkins lab, you hadnât been able to get him out of your head. Sure he was attractive and all, his blue eyes alone would have anyone falling all over him. But there was something about him, something more than just his good looks.
Peter was soâŠsweet. He was patient with the kids, he was attentive and considerate of you and all his coworkers, God youâd rarely ever seen him without a smile on his face.
He was a genuinely good guy, sort of a rarity for you these days.
So when your day time fantasies had followed you to bed, you hadnât been all that surprised. Peter wasâŠthe perfect man.
When he knocked again, you snapped back to reality. You realized youâd been thinking about his soft smile for much too long, once again.
You yanked the door open, only to be met with the sight of the sheepish, blond man, holding his hand against his chest and staining his all white clothes a deep red.
âPeter!â You gasped, your hands flying to cover your mouth as blood dripped down his wrist. Without Peterâs accident prone nature, you were certain youâd be out of a job.
âHi,â he grimaced, wincing just a bit in pain.
âOh my God Peter please get in here,â you grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him inside.
He stumbled in behind you, more boy than man, blushing profusely.
You pulled out a chair, âsit,â you ordered before rushing to grab bandages and antiseptics.
Once youâd gathered supplies you knelt in between his legs. âShow me,â you ordered.
Reluctantly, he pulled his arm away from his chest to reveal the massive gash. It was worse than you could have imagined.
âHowâd you even do this!?â You half asked and half scolded.
He cringed, âoh you knowâŠâ he trailed off but you hadnât really been listening, too invested in stitching him up.
You sighed as you finished. âYou canât keep doing this,â you told him.
He gazed into your eyes, that sweet smile you loved so much brightening his whole face. âBut then I wouldnât get to enjoy the pleasure of your company.â
You blushed, trying to hide it as you stood to put away all of your first aid supplies.
âDonât you have work to get back to?â you asked, flustered out of your mind.
He chuckled, âyeah Iâd better get going.â
As he slipped out the door, you wondered how you managed to get anything done with him around.
You propped your head up on one hand, fighting sleep and losing as you glanced at the clock to read 10:42am. You sighed.
You couldnât figure out what had you so tired these days. Youâd been getting a full eight hours! And damn, you figured with your dreams filled with the face of your favorite blond man you would have slept a lot better.
You rubbed circles into your temples. You felt a wave of the same âhead in a trash compactorâ feeling you did when you got no sleep at all. What was wrong with you?
Suddenly, you were roused from your thoughts by a familiar knock on your door.
Your pained face morphed into a bright smile. Peter.
When you opened the door he was standing before you, all white uniform, mug in hand.
âGood morning,â he smiled.
You returned his grin, even though your morning had been anything but good, it was much better now.
âNo more injuries I hope?â You teased.
He laughed. âNot yet, but itâs still early I suppose.â He opened two creamers and poured them into the mug, stirring absentmindedly.
âArm heeled up pretty nicely,â you noticed, coming around to touch the small mark where the giant gash had once been.
âOh yeah,â he flexed a bit, âjust needed a couple weeks and some TLC from my favorite nurseâ
You giggled at his flirting, wondering what his curls would feel like if you ran your fingers through his hair.
He handed you the mug, âbrought this for you.â
You gasped just a bit before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.
âThank you so much,â you were touched.
âDonât mention it,â he winked as he slipped out the door.
You smiled to yourself, he was so thoughtful, so considerate. You figured he must have been paying attention to you to notice youâd been so lethargic.
ButâŠthen again you hadnât seen him this morning, not until now.
You shrugged, maybe he brought everyone coffee.
You pushed the thought out of your head, if that was the case, you didnât want to know. Youâd rather believe he thought you were special.
You took another long sip.
You startled awake at the feeling of someone nudging your arm softly. As you scrambled to collect your thoughts, still half asleep, you were met with Peterâs concerned face.
âAre you alright,â he asked.
âYeah! Yes, Iâm fine,â you babbled, blushing profusely.
âI knocked four times, I thought it would be ok to come inâŠâ he trailed off, then frowned. âYouâre really ok?â
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âYeah um, I havenât been sleeping well.â You told him.
But you had been sleeping well. For the past few days youâd been sleeping for ten hours instead of eight. Yet it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing, you were still exhausted. Past the point of struggling to stay awake, you were fully napping at work now.
âOh thatâs awful,â you could feel Peterâs concern, his gaze trained on your drooping eyes. âThatâs how they torture people you knowâŠlack of sleep.â
âReally?â you yawned, not processing a single word he said.
âYou should get some rest,â he told you.
âWhat? No! I canât sleep here,â you protested, âdidnât you need something? You must have come here for something.â
âJust a band aid,â he tugged your hand until you were standing, leading you towards the cot in your tiny clinic. âI can get it on the way out, why donât you lie down?â
The more you mulled it over, the more that measly cot began to look like a king bed at the Ritz Carlton.
âWellâŠmaybe I could for a littleâŠâ
He nodded, âyouâre of no use to anyone if youâre tired,â he rationalized, âbesides, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it,â you repeated as you climbed onto the cot.
âThatâs right,â he smiled as he crept towards the door, flicking off the light switch on his way out.
You barely even noticed him leave as you drifted off.
You awoke abruptly to the sound of an alarm blaring. You stumbled off the cot. Of course something happened during the few seconds, you checked your watch, hours youâd been asleep.
You grabbed your first aid kit and rushed into the hallway, but the sight you were met with chilled you to your core.
Your hands covered your mouth as you slumped against the wall in shock. Corridors youâd walked down every day were now stained with blood. Children youâd tended to when they were sick, held when they were crying, now littered the linoleum floor.
Fear coursed through you. You slid down the wall until you were crouched in a ball, defeated, all but waiting for whatever monster had pillaged the lab to take you too. You couldnât help but think of Peter, wondering if your perfect boy had escaped, if he was ok.
As tears began to prick your eyes, Peter crept around the corner, covered in blood yet, more serene than youâd ever seen him.
Your heart leapt in your chest. Peter had evaded the murderer, maybe there was hope for the two of you after all.
But as he stalked closer, any semblance of hope left within you shattered.
Peter wasnât just calm, he wasâŠpleased.
As he stepped over the corpses of discarded children, he smiled down at their youthful faces. He nudged them to the side with his feet.
You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you realized the blood splattered on his face wasnât his own.
He knelt down in front of you, smiling softly and brushing your hair behind your ear. âHello sweetheart,â he cooed.
You recoiled, his soft touch might as well have been a stab. Any fondness youâd had for him melted away.
âAh ah,â he chided, gripping your chin and pulling you close. âDonât shy away from me.â
If you moved to escape his touch, he gripped you harder. His head followed your movements like a snake, waiting to strike.
âPlease,â your voice broke, âdonât kill me.â You begged, trading your pride for a chance at survival.
âKill you?â Peter looked hurt, âno darling I would never kill you,â he moved to cup your face.
You squeaked.
He smiled, âIâd rather keep you.â
Peter was a deadly spider and heâd entangled you in his web. As much as you squirmed and struggled to escape, it was already much too late.
âK-keep me?â You felt a slimey feeling overtake you, âlikeâŠyou want me to be yourâŠpartner?â The dream youâd had for so long had dissolved to a nightmare.
He chuckled as he stroked the back of his hand down your cheek.
The gesture made your skin crawl.
âSilly human, youâre adorable.â He pinched your cheek cruelly, âhow do I say this youâre⊠beneath me.â
You hated that his words could hurt you.
âYouâre more like aâŠhmm how should I say this,â his brow furrowed, âah, youâre more like a pet to me, a bunny or a kitten or something.â
You felt like youâd been punched.
âYour mind, itâs so fun to play with,â his smile was sinister, âI could never let you go.â
Your face twisted in disgust, you couldnât imagine a worse fate for yourself.
Peter sensed your discomfort. âYouâll come around,â he decided, âbut for now, youâve had a rough day and you need your rest.â
He threw you a mocking pout as he placed a hand on your forehead.
Your eyes began to flutter closed, as much as you tried you couldnât fight whatever Peter was doing.
âSweet dreams,â he whispered as your world faded to black.
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NOOO MIKEY HEâS TOXIC AND EVIL AND HEâD MESS AROUND IN YOUR MIND AND STUFF HE CANâT BE FIXED
He do be lookin fine as hell tho you not wrong. Like what they make his pants so tight for I-
Nightmares and Day-dreams
Peter Ballard x GN Reader
Note: I hope yâall enjoy this! Thisâll be my last fic till May. I thought it would be fun to dip into some horror and angst for this one. (The next one will be fluffy I promise haha)
Comment to be added to my Peter/Henry Taglist
Warnings: Horror, dark themes, blood and gore, dead bodies, manipulating (readerâs innocent and a little lonely and this gets taken advantage of), psychic abilities, a tiny bit of mind control, unhappy ending
A soft knock on the door of your clinic woke you from your light slumber. You jolted, combing your fingers through your hair and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.
You smiled as you walked to the door. Only one person ever knocked, the same person whoâd occupied your dreams a today and every night for weeks.
Since youâd started working at Hawkins lab, you hadnât been able to get him out of your head. Sure he was attractive and all, his blue eyes alone would have anyone falling all over him. But there was something about him, something more than just his good looks.
Peter was soâŠsweet. He was patient with the kids, he was attentive and considerate of you and all his coworkers, God youâd rarely ever seen him without a smile on his face.
He was a genuinely good guy, sort of a rarity for you these days.
So when your day time fantasies had followed you to bed, you hadnât been all that surprised. Peter wasâŠthe perfect man.
When he knocked again, you snapped back to reality. You realized youâd been thinking about his soft smile for much too long, once again.
You yanked the door open, only to be met with the sight of the sheepish, blond man, holding his hand against his chest and staining his all white clothes a deep red.
âPeter!â You gasped, your hands flying to cover your mouth as blood dripped down his wrist. Without Peterâs accident prone nature, you were certain youâd be out of a job.
âHi,â he grimaced, wincing just a bit in pain.
âOh my God Peter please get in here,â you grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him inside.
He stumbled in behind you, more boy than man, blushing profusely.
You pulled out a chair, âsit,â you ordered before rushing to grab bandages and antiseptics.
Once youâd gathered supplies you knelt in between his legs. âShow me,â you ordered.
Reluctantly, he pulled his arm away from his chest to reveal the massive gash. It was worse than you could have imagined.
âHowâd you even do this!?â You half asked and half scolded.
He cringed, âoh you knowâŠâ he trailed off but you hadnât really been listening, too invested in stitching him up.
You sighed as you finished. âYou canât keep doing this,â you told him.
He gazed into your eyes, that sweet smile you loved so much brightening his whole face. âBut then I wouldnât get to enjoy the pleasure of your company.â
You blushed, trying to hide it as you stood to put away all of your first aid supplies.
âDonât you have work to get back to?â you asked, flustered out of your mind.
He chuckled, âyeah Iâd better get going.â
As he slipped out the door, you wondered how you managed to get anything done with him around.
You propped your head up on one hand, fighting sleep and losing as you glanced at the clock to read 10:42am. You sighed.
You couldnât figure out what had you so tired these days. Youâd been getting a full eight hours! And damn, you figured with your dreams filled with the face of your favorite blond man you would have slept a lot better.
You rubbed circles into your temples. You felt a wave of the same âhead in a trash compactorâ feeling you did when you got no sleep at all. What was wrong with you?
Suddenly, you were roused from your thoughts by a familiar knock on your door.
Your pained face morphed into a bright smile. Peter.
When you opened the door he was standing before you, all white uniform, mug in hand.
âGood morning,â he smiled.
You returned his grin, even though your morning had been anything but good, it was much better now.
âNo more injuries I hope?â You teased.
He laughed. âNot yet, but itâs still early I suppose.â He opened two creamers and poured them into the mug, stirring absentmindedly.
âArm heeled up pretty nicely,â you noticed, coming around to touch the small mark where the giant gash had once been.
âOh yeah,â he flexed a bit, âjust needed a couple weeks and some TLC from my favorite nurseâ
You giggled at his flirting, wondering what his curls would feel like if you ran your fingers through his hair.
He handed you the mug, âbrought this for you.â
You gasped just a bit before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.
âThank you so much,â you were touched.
âDonât mention it,â he winked as he slipped out the door.
You smiled to yourself, he was so thoughtful, so considerate. You figured he must have been paying attention to you to notice youâd been so lethargic.
ButâŠthen again you hadnât seen him this morning, not until now.
You shrugged, maybe he brought everyone coffee.
You pushed the thought out of your head, if that was the case, you didnât want to know. Youâd rather believe he thought you were special.
You took another long sip.
You startled awake at the feeling of someone nudging your arm softly. As you scrambled to collect your thoughts, still half asleep, you were met with Peterâs concerned face.
âAre you alright,â he asked.
âYeah! Yes, Iâm fine,â you babbled, blushing profusely.
âI knocked four times, I thought it would be ok to come inâŠâ he trailed off, then frowned. âYouâre really ok?â
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âYeah um, I havenât been sleeping well.â You told him.
But you had been sleeping well. For the past few days youâd been sleeping for ten hours instead of eight. Yet it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing, you were still exhausted. Past the point of struggling to stay awake, you were fully napping at work now.
âOh thatâs awful,â you could feel Peterâs concern, his gaze trained on your drooping eyes. âThatâs how they torture people you knowâŠlack of sleep.â
âReally?â you yawned, not processing a single word he said.
âYou should get some rest,â he told you.
âWhat? No! I canât sleep here,â you protested, âdidnât you need something? You must have come here for something.â
âJust a band aid,â he tugged your hand until you were standing, leading you towards the cot in your tiny clinic. âI can get it on the way out, why donât you lie down?â
The more you mulled it over, the more that measly cot began to look like a king bed at the Ritz Carlton.
âWellâŠmaybe I could for a littleâŠâ
He nodded, âyouâre of no use to anyone if youâre tired,â he rationalized, âbesides, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it,â you repeated as you climbed onto the cot.
âThatâs right,â he smiled as he crept towards the door, flicking off the light switch on his way out.
You barely even noticed him leave as you drifted off.
You awoke abruptly to the sound of an alarm blaring. You stumbled off the cot. Of course something happened during the few seconds, you checked your watch, hours youâd been asleep.
You grabbed your first aid kit and rushed into the hallway, but the sight you were met with chilled you to your core.
Your hands covered your mouth as you slumped against the wall in shock. Corridors youâd walked down every day were now stained with blood. Children youâd tended to when they were sick, held when they were crying, now littered the linoleum floor.
Fear coursed through you. You slid down the wall until you were crouched in a ball, defeated, all but waiting for whatever monster had pillaged the lab to take you too. You couldnât help but think of Peter, wondering if your perfect boy had escaped, if he was ok.
As tears began to prick your eyes, Peter crept around the corner, covered in blood yet, more serene than youâd ever seen him.
Your heart leapt in your chest. Peter had evaded the murderer, maybe there was hope for the two of you after all.
But as he stalked closer, any semblance of hope left within you shattered.
Peter wasnât just calm, he wasïżœïżœpleased.
As he stepped over the corpses of discarded children, he smiled down at their youthful faces. He nudged them to the side with his feet.
You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you realized the blood splattered on his face wasnât his own.
He knelt down in front of you, smiling softly and brushing your hair behind your ear. âHello sweetheart,â he cooed.
You recoiled, his soft touch might as well have been a stab. Any fondness youâd had for him melted away.
âAh ah,â he chided, gripping your chin and pulling you close. âDonât shy away from me.â
If you moved to escape his touch, he gripped you harder. His head followed your movements like a snake, waiting to strike.
âPlease,â your voice broke, âdonât kill me.â You begged, trading your pride for a chance at survival.
âKill you?â Peter looked hurt, âno darling I would never kill you,â he moved to cup your face.
You squeaked.
He smiled, âIâd rather keep you.â
Peter was a deadly spider and heâd entangled you in his web. As much as you squirmed and struggled to escape, it was already much too late.
âK-keep me?â You felt a slimey feeling overtake you, âlikeâŠyou want me to be yourâŠpartner?â The dream youâd had for so long had dissolved to a nightmare.
He chuckled as he stroked the back of his hand down your cheek.
The gesture made your skin crawl.
âSilly human, youâre adorable.â He pinched your cheek cruelly, âhow do I say this youâre⊠beneath me.â
You hated that his words could hurt you.
âYouâre more like aâŠhmm how should I say this,â his brow furrowed, âah, youâre more like a pet to me, a bunny or a kitten or something.â
You felt like youâd been punched.
âYour mind, itâs so fun to play with,â his smile was sinister, âI could never let you go.â
Your face twisted in disgust, you couldnât imagine a worse fate for yourself.
Peter sensed your discomfort. âYouâll come around,â he decided, âbut for now, youâve had a rough day and you need your rest.â
He threw you a mocking pout as he placed a hand on your forehead.
Your eyes began to flutter closed, as much as you tried you couldnât fight whatever Peter was doing.
âSweet dreams,â he whispered as your world faded to black.
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I love you so much!!
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Nightmares and Day-dreams
Peter Ballard x GN Reader
Note: I hope yâall enjoy this! Thisâll be my last fic till May. I thought it would be fun to dip into some horror and angst for this one. (The next one will be fluffy I promise haha)
Comment to be added to my Peter/Henry Taglist
Warnings: Horror, dark themes, blood and gore, dead bodies, manipulating (readerâs innocent and a little lonely and this gets taken advantage of), psychic abilities, a tiny bit of mind control, unhappy ending
A soft knock on the door of your clinic woke you from your light slumber. You jolted, combing your fingers through your hair and wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.
You smiled as you walked to the door. Only one person ever knocked, the same person whoâd occupied your dreams a today and every night for weeks.
Since youâd started working at Hawkins lab, you hadnât been able to get him out of your head. Sure he was attractive and all, his blue eyes alone would have anyone falling all over him. But there was something about him, something more than just his good looks.
Peter was soâŠsweet. He was patient with the kids, he was attentive and considerate of you and all his coworkers, God youâd rarely ever seen him without a smile on his face.
He was a genuinely good guy, sort of a rarity for you these days.
So when your day time fantasies had followed you to bed, you hadnât been all that surprised. Peter wasâŠthe perfect man.
When he knocked again, you snapped back to reality. You realized youâd been thinking about his soft smile for much too long, once again.
You yanked the door open, only to be met with the sight of the sheepish, blond man, holding his hand against his chest and staining his all white clothes a deep red.
âPeter!â You gasped, your hands flying to cover your mouth as blood dripped down his wrist. Without Peterâs accident prone nature, you were certain youâd be out of a job.
âHi,â he grimaced, wincing just a bit in pain.
âOh my God Peter please get in here,â you grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him inside.
He stumbled in behind you, more boy than man, blushing profusely.
You pulled out a chair, âsit,â you ordered before rushing to grab bandages and antiseptics.
Once youâd gathered supplies you knelt in between his legs. âShow me,â you ordered.
Reluctantly, he pulled his arm away from his chest to reveal the massive gash. It was worse than you could have imagined.
âHowâd you even do this!?â You half asked and half scolded.
He cringed, âoh you knowâŠâ he trailed off but you hadnât really been listening, too invested in stitching him up.
You sighed as you finished. âYou canât keep doing this,â you told him.
He gazed into your eyes, that sweet smile you loved so much brightening his whole face. âBut then I wouldnât get to enjoy the pleasure of your company.â
You blushed, trying to hide it as you stood to put away all of your first aid supplies.
âDonât you have work to get back to?â you asked, flustered out of your mind.
He chuckled, âyeah Iâd better get going.â
As he slipped out the door, you wondered how you managed to get anything done with him around.
You propped your head up on one hand, fighting sleep and losing as you glanced at the clock to read 10:42am. You sighed.
You couldnât figure out what had you so tired these days. Youâd been getting a full eight hours! And damn, you figured with your dreams filled with the face of your favorite blond man you would have slept a lot better.
You rubbed circles into your temples. You felt a wave of the same âhead in a trash compactorâ feeling you did when you got no sleep at all. What was wrong with you?
Suddenly, you were roused from your thoughts by a familiar knock on your door.
Your pained face morphed into a bright smile. Peter.
When you opened the door he was standing before you, all white uniform, mug in hand.
âGood morning,â he smiled.
You returned his grin, even though your morning had been anything but good, it was much better now.
âNo more injuries I hope?â You teased.
He laughed. âNot yet, but itâs still early I suppose.â He opened two creamers and poured them into the mug, stirring absentmindedly.
âArm heeled up pretty nicely,â you noticed, coming around to touch the small mark where the giant gash had once been.
âOh yeah,â he flexed a bit, âjust needed a couple weeks and some TLC from my favorite nurseâ
You giggled at his flirting, wondering what his curls would feel like if you ran your fingers through his hair.
He handed you the mug, âbrought this for you.â
You gasped just a bit before taking a sip of the steaming liquid.
âThank you so much,â you were touched.
âDonât mention it,â he winked as he slipped out the door.
You smiled to yourself, he was so thoughtful, so considerate. You figured he must have been paying attention to you to notice youâd been so lethargic.
ButâŠthen again you hadnât seen him this morning, not until now.
You shrugged, maybe he brought everyone coffee.
You pushed the thought out of your head, if that was the case, you didnât want to know. Youâd rather believe he thought you were special.
You took another long sip.
You startled awake at the feeling of someone nudging your arm softly. As you scrambled to collect your thoughts, still half asleep, you were met with Peterâs concerned face.
âAre you alright,â he asked.
âYeah! Yes, Iâm fine,â you babbled, blushing profusely.
âI knocked four times, I thought it would be ok to come inâŠâ he trailed off, then frowned. âYouâre really ok?â
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âYeah um, I havenât been sleeping well.â You told him.
But you had been sleeping well. For the past few days youâd been sleeping for ten hours instead of eight. Yet it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing, you were still exhausted. Past the point of struggling to stay awake, you were fully napping at work now.
âOh thatâs awful,â you could feel Peterâs concern, his gaze trained on your drooping eyes. âThatâs how they torture people you knowâŠlack of sleep.â
âReally?â you yawned, not processing a single word he said.
âYou should get some rest,â he told you.
âWhat? No! I canât sleep here,â you protested, âdidnât you need something? You must have come here for something.â
âJust a band aid,â he tugged your hand until you were standing, leading you towards the cot in your tiny clinic. âI can get it on the way out, why donât you lie down?â
The more you mulled it over, the more that measly cot began to look like a king bed at the Ritz Carlton.
âWellâŠmaybe I could for a littleâŠâ
He nodded, âyouâre of no use to anyone if youâre tired,â he rationalized, âbesides, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it,â you repeated as you climbed onto the cot.
âThatâs right,â he smiled as he crept towards the door, flicking off the light switch on his way out.
You barely even noticed him leave as you drifted off.
You awoke abruptly to the sound of an alarm blaring. You stumbled off the cot. Of course something happened during the few seconds, you checked your watch, hours youâd been asleep.
You grabbed your first aid kit and rushed into the hallway, but the sight you were met with chilled you to your core.
Your hands covered your mouth as you slumped against the wall in shock. Corridors youâd walked down every day were now stained with blood. Children youâd tended to when they were sick, held when they were crying, now littered the linoleum floor.
Fear coursed through you. You slid down the wall until you were crouched in a ball, defeated, all but waiting for whatever monster had pillaged the lab to take you too. You couldnât help but think of Peter, wondering if your perfect boy had escaped, if he was ok.
As tears began to prick your eyes, Peter crept around the corner, covered in blood yet, more serene than youâd ever seen him.
Your heart leapt in your chest. Peter had evaded the murderer, maybe there was hope for the two of you after all.
But as he stalked closer, any semblance of hope left within you shattered.
Peter wasnât just calm, he wasâŠpleased.
As he stepped over the corpses of discarded children, he smiled down at their youthful faces. He nudged them to the side with his feet.
You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you realized the blood splattered on his face wasnât his own.
He knelt down in front of you, smiling softly and brushing your hair behind your ear. âHello sweetheart,â he cooed.
You recoiled, his soft touch might as well have been a stab. Any fondness youâd had for him melted away.
âAh ah,â he chided, gripping your chin and pulling you close. âDonât shy away from me.â
If you moved to escape his touch, he gripped you harder. His head followed your movements like a snake, waiting to strike.
âPlease,â your voice broke, âdonât kill me.â You begged, trading your pride for a chance at survival.
âKill you?â Peter looked hurt, âno darling I would never kill you,â he moved to cup your face.
You squeaked.
He smiled, âIâd rather keep you.â
Peter was a deadly spider and heâd entangled you in his web. As much as you squirmed and struggled to escape, it was already much too late.
âK-keep me?â You felt a slimey feeling overtake you, âlikeâŠyou want me to be yourâŠpartner?â The dream youâd had for so long had dissolved to a nightmare.
He chuckled as he stroked the back of his hand down your cheek.
The gesture made your skin crawl.
âSilly human, youâre adorable.â He pinched your cheek cruelly, âhow do I say this youâre⊠beneath me.â
You hated that his words could hurt you.
âYouâre more like aâŠhmm how should I say this,â his brow furrowed, âah, youâre more like a pet to me, a bunny or a kitten or something.â
You felt like youâd been punched.
âYour mind, itâs so fun to play with,â his smile was sinister, âI could never let you go.â
Your face twisted in disgust, you couldnât imagine a worse fate for yourself.
Peter sensed your discomfort. âYouâll come around,â he decided, âbut for now, youâve had a rough day and you need your rest.â
He threw you a mocking pout as he placed a hand on your forehead.
Your eyes began to flutter closed, as much as you tried you couldnât fight whatever Peter was doing.
âSweet dreams,â he whispered as your world faded to black.
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Stranger Things Masterlist
Steve Harrington
Swimsuit Body Steve x Fem! Plus size Reader
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Peter Ballard/Henry Creel
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer Masterlist
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Good Girl Spike x Fem Reader â€ïžâđ„
Cat and Mouse Spike x Fem Slayer Reader â€ïžâđ„
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Buffy
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