#prisoner 001 x reader

[starrycrossedlovers]

General Haruka Sakurai dating headcanons

Cause I love him <3

Shy bby during the first few (or several) months of the relationship

You're gonna have to take the reigns for at the beginning, but luckily, Haruka is a pretty easy partner to please

Legit all he wants is your attention. He's shy, but a clingy mf

Not one to start physical touch at first, but it's definitely a prominent love language when he gains confidence

Lots of hugs, forehead kisses, hand holding, sitting between his legs, etc. Though, most of this is in private, he's not a pda person

Gives you his necklace to wear. It was something he did when the relationship got serious and he realized he wanted this forever

Okay, but let's be real, it was always serious to him from the moment you told him you liked him, but still asdfadfafs

He lets you plan dates, so he'll go wherever you want (even though he already follows you around like a lost puppy)

Uses nicknames like "sweetie" but he does call you "angel" (really just something that slips out, but you kinda are his angel)

If you asked him to, he'd think his idea of staying home and watching movies while cuddling is dumb, but assure him you couldn't ask for anything better, please!

Okay, but honestly, aside from helping him through self-deprecating comments and maybe a meltdown when he gets frustrated, he's an A boyfriend and an A+ boyfriend after the relationship is serious

Or like, if you are into baby yanderes

Buys you cotton candy, soft kisses, nuzzling against your neck as he hugs you, killing that guy that bullied you, you're his whole world. Man would make it snow in hell for you. Haruka Sakurai has a case of simping for reader-chan

[whats-it-mean]

Yo bestie I feel silly asking over Tumblr instead of text but it felt right to do it here so 💀

Anyways please could you write anything for Haruka Sakurai please I'm desperate and crave content for him of course if not that's fine

A late pocky day in milgram! ☆

Haruka Sakurai x Reader

A/N - NO UR GOOD i love haruka too as you know so im happy to write for him. i decided to go for a (LATE) pocky day prompt bc i missed it lmao, but there are some mentions of my own milgram ships, so i hope thats fine?? the one mentioned is 0309 because i think theyre cute <333 also mahiru would totally play matchmaker for all the other prisoners. prove me wrong i dare you

C/W - 0309  mentioned/suggested 0309

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Upon first hearing of it from Mahiru, unsurprisingly, Haruka had no idea what pocky was. He tilted his head towards the girl, mumbling out a ‘hm?’ as she rambled on about how romantic it was. It was no surprise that even in prison Mahiru would care about such things, since on valentines she had somehow roped everyone into baking cookies, but it seemed to fly directly over Haruka’s head as he listened.

“...? I- I’m confused.. So you just.. Eat the candy…..?” He asked, gently tapping his chin. “How is that a game..?” You could hear a slight snicker come from a certain red-haired boy in the other corner of the room, followed swiftly by an elbow to his stomach coming from Yuno.

Mahiru giggled. “It’s like a challenge- two people eat it at the same time.” She pulled a piece of the candy out of the box she had been fiddling with this whole time as she spoke, twirling it between her fingers before holding it out as example. “Whoever breaks off first loses. Cute, is it not?”

Haruka glanced up at the Pocky in her hand, confusion still evident in his eyes. “But.. what if nobody breaks off…?”

You should have known it would come to this.

Mahiru grinned, and from the corner of your eye you could see Shidou shaking his head slightly as she smiled at the poor boy. “Then they kiss~!” Mahiru’s cheery voice spoke, despite the way Haruka flushed red, turning to hide his face in his hands, face practically steaming.

“O- Oh…” He mumbled, voice muffled by the way he covered it with his hands. He tried desperately to look away, his ears and neck now turning pink in addition to his entire face. Mahiru smiled at him, patting his head when he tried to curl up into a ball and chuckling at his attitude towards the topic.

“Now, since Es didn’t tell us when it was Pocky day a little bit ago-” Es scoffed from the corner, rolling his eyes at Mahiru’s accusing tone. “We’re celebrating late. But celebrating is still celebrating~!”

Fuuta rolled his eyes from the corner where he sat. “And how exactly are we planning on celebrating?”

“Well- Not everyone can really participate, since Amane is a bit too young… But you should all pair up and play at least once, right? We rarely get to do fun things like that here, and it’ll be so exciting-!”

“No way I’m playing this bullshit game.” The boy huffed, standing up without a moment to waste and turning to leave, but let out a yelp when someone grabbed his pantleg, and Mikoto dragged him right back onto the floor, and next to him.

“Sounds good, Mappi-chan!” He hummed, completely ignoring the continued protests from Fuuta who was now being forcefully held against the brown-haired individual.

Mahiru let out another one of her signature giggles before turning to you, flashing you a grin. “You should pair up with Haruka here!” She patted the boy’s head, ruffling his hair slightly as he glanced desperately upwards at you from where his head sat, currently in his arms as he huddled around his knees.

“U- Um- I’m not--”

Mahiru grinned at the both of you, giving you a slight push towards the boy before placing a box of strawberry Pocky in your hands. “Have fun!!” She bounced off in another direction, probably to tease Fuuta and Mikoto a bit, before you glanced back at Haruka, to which he let out a little squeak.

You sighed, incing a bit closer to him so that you could pat his head, to which he immediately leaned into your touch. “Sorry about her… We don’t have to--”

Haruka’s voice was impossibly quiet and timid, but he spoke so quickly you could barely finish your sentence. “....B- But-... I want to.”

You paused. “You do!?”

He nodded his head shakily, partially obstructed face glowing with a rosy blush as he let out an embarrassed breath , cheeks burning with shame. “S- Sorry- I just-” He trailed off, letting out a sound somewhere between a squeak and the sort of whine you would bear from a kicked puppy as he buried his face further into his crossed arms.

“.....Don’t be sorry, I just- Didn’t expect that. Like. At all. But- It’s fine if you want to, I guess-...?”

Haruka snapped his head upwards, hair disheveled from trying hopelessly hide himself from Mahiru as he looked at you with wide eyes. “R- Really?”

“...I’d be happy to.”

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[hanjisunglover]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓

content: rom-com, heroes and vigilant, love triangle into a poly relationship, delicate topics (su!cide), bad jokes (yo mama jokes).

pairing: 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 han jisung x 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 lee minho x f!reader

summary: You never forgot the antihero, deadpool, for taking your father away from you. You never forgot the hero, spiderman, to save your life from an attempt suicide. You forgive, but never forget.

author notes! ta-da! new mini series with my minsung ^^ can't wait to share with y'all the amazing result of this, some infos before y'all start. Deadpool doesn't have cancer, his face is not ruined due the experiments.

001. MUST BE FUNNY IN THE RICH MEN'S WORLD

002. 9 MM - CASSETTE EDITION

003. PRISON FOR LIFE

TAGLIST: CLOSED. @binnies-binna @ihrtlix @yeahsspider @p0eticjust1c3 @manuosorioh @hanjsquokka @boi-bi-ahaha @im-sinking-in-mud @weareapackofstrays @dprkbyn @cupidcures @i2nsstuff @xtegannoelx @lyramundana @catiuskaa @felinows @5starluvr @kpopsstuffs @xxstrayland @tiapatito202278ok

STARTED: 01.11.24

FINISHED: 04.07.24

#forgive but never forget series

© hanjisunglover, jan 2024. all rights reserved.

[xxmarcxline]

“enchanted!” | masterlist

SYNOPSIS: In which a prophecy looms her like a silhouette, creeping silently like a shadow she cannot escape. From one land to another, trouble follows, evil lurks, and darkness shadows.

Side-by-side, accompanied by four seemingly ordinary siblings, they will reign and conquer the ever-changing tides.

From a Lion, a Witch, and a Wardrobe, to the Battle of Worlds intwined, only Aslan may know just what their journeys truly hold.

STATUS: on-going

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

000 - PROLOGUE

# ( ACT ONE - CHAMBER OF SECRETS &&& THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE )

001 - the getaway car

002 - the great escape, the prison break

003 - the light of freedom on my face

004 - welcome home

005 - the world within the wardrobe

006 - tbd

007 - tbd

( await further updates )

[fuutakaijyama]

HAAIIII ITS 🪼ANON REPORTING FOR DUTY!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ could i request all MILGRAM characters (possibly including es, but if not or if its too many its a okay!) x a reader who is a fashion designer who makes lolita-ish clothes? likee reader designs clothes and asks the chars to model them. Lolita clothes r so pretty i love them so much ajkfaj

YESSS OMG SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OHMIGOSH I WAS SOSOSOSSOSOSOOOOO BURNT OUT I NEEDED A LITTLE BREAK!!!!!!!!

A LOLITA LAYOVER?! ft MILGRAM ( ♡ )

synopsis: You’ve been making clothing for each of the prisoners for what feels like years; now they have a request for something you could make them.

warning: none!

alo’s notes: I LOVE THIS IDEAAAAAA I LOVE LOLITAS AND JFASHION IN GEN THIS IS SO CUTEE

ES

“ES! C’mere I need you to try something for me!” You’d yell from your cell as you heard ES groan, begrudgingly you watched the 15 year old stomp their way to your cell like a child.

“What?!” ES complained as you held out a pastel colored suit for them, along with a larger cape you had made previously.

“Try these on for me, I put a lot of hard work into making them so you should be appreciative of it!” You remarked proudly as ES took the garments from you going back into their room to change.

Es came out hunched over as you smiled, taking off their hat and ruffling their hair. “Essie!~ Oh your so cute like this!” Es scoffed, rolling their eyes as they swatted your hand from their hair;

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

001 SAKURAI HARUKA

It’d been a few months since you’d given Haruka a piece to wear, you’d been thinking about something to make him when you remembered an idea you had months ago.

“Haruka! C’mere I wanna see something!” You called for the blue haired boy, holding something in the small of your hands; he came into your cell with a small ‘huh’ sounding noise as you placed a blueberry pie themed hat onto his head.

Look! It’s a hat I made! You want it?” You asked gingerly as Haruka pulled the hat from his head flipping it around in his hands.

“Mhm.. can I keep it..? Please..?” He’d look at you with expecting eyes, his brow noticeably tugging upwards as he did his best to hold eye contact.

“Yeah of course! I made it just for you!” You’d grin as you watched his face light up, a wobbly smile on his face as he hugged you. “You're the best [Name]!”

002 YUNO KASHIKI

“‘Nother dress for me [Name]?~” Yuno chuckled as you came into her cell with another dress for her to check out. You’d made fairly simple dresses for Yuno as she seemed like the kind of girl to like simple dresses but this time you wanted to be a bit more extravagant.

“Yep! I think you’ll like this one too!~” You smiled, handing Yuno the crinoline lined dress, it had an iconic cupcake shape and special hand threaded lacing on the front, it complemented her hair color.

She gave you a cheeky grin running away to go try it on; coming out shortly after with her uniform in hand and a large smile on her face as she spun around.

“I might just steal this from you [Name]~”

003 FUUTA KAJIYAMA

Fuuta didn't understand the purpose of you bringing him outfits but as time passed he’d ask you to bring him one every few weeks or months, this time around he had come with a request.

A drawing made with Amane’s fresh pack of crayons that he had drawn up on the floor of his cell, showing it to Mahiru before approaching you with it.

It was one of a large bunny sweater, blues and whites with hints of red everywhere.

His face would flush as you listened to his idea of the outfit, happily you obliged, picking out anything that you had to get the job done.

You handed over the bunny sweater watching him pull the large garment over his head as he smiled admiring the feeling of the soft fabric as he felt it through his fingers.

The rough-edged boy seemed dull at that moment, holding your new creation with as much care and delicacy as possible, muttering words of thanks and gratitude as much as he could.

“Thank you.. [Name].. it's fucking amazing..”

004 KUSUNOKI MUU

Muu was never one to ask you for much, she’d never really talk to you either, Muu had been simple and timid when it came to your ability to make clothing for her she wanted to make your life a little bit easier.

She explained the concept of a yellow chiffon-like dress which she had thought about before not knowing how to make or get one.

Reluctantly you made it for her, adding long droopy sleeves and slimmed boning, finally, you handed it over to her the expression on her face reading of both shock and happiness.

“[Name]..! I didn't actually need you to make this! I.. dunno what to say..”

005 KIRISAKI SHIDOU

He’d seen your work with Mahiru and Fuuta, so much so that he wanted to get something from you as well.

You’d look over to the purple patterned fabric lord knows how many times as you stitched it to the inner side of the coat, sighing deeply as your fingers held the needle tightly.

You questioned your ability as you gripped the fabric, feeling your shoulder become warmer with a tight yet soft grip.

“The coat looks good.. I can't wait to see the finished product.”

006 SHIINA MAHIRU

Mahiru had always been fashionable, looking so dolled up even in her prison uniform. Now Mahiru cuddles up to you while you make her a new dress.

“This fabric is so much cuter than this one.. oh! But this one is so much softer!”

She doted over the fabrics you'd placed in front of her as she felt the difference between them.

“[Name]!~ Help me pick out one of these!~” She’d squeal as she hugged your shoulders playfully, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck as she smiled at you.

008 MOMOSE AMANE

Throughout your time knowing Amane she had never once asked you for anything large, majority of the time the only thing she'd ask of you was just if you could patch up the uniform they supplied her.

Amane seemed to be working with her impulses today instead of usually working against them, coming up to you requesting a green and blue dress.

As to your surprise she wanted to watch you make her dress, not only that but she wanted to be actively involved in it as well, even going as far to ask for large changes throughout the process.

009 MIKOTO KAYANO

Mikoto was the first person to ask you if you'd be willing to make clothing for him, whether it’d be hats, sweaters, or socks he’d always have something for you.

Tonight was no different, Mikoto and you just sat there in your cell as you stitched together a pair of mittens by hand, he’d just watch over you, his hand over yours as he inspected your handy work.

Your legs thrown over each other as you leaned into his chest, your back pressed up against his body, his chin on your shoulder.

“[Name], can I try these on when you're done?"

[glimmerlofsea]

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

MIND IS A PRISON

Warning : mention of blood, mention of One ( a.k.a Henry ), flayed!billy but not too flayed¿ The reader has power.

WC; 3,1k

#TALKISSA; it's like you were one of the people who opened the gate, fell into One's trap, and when you wanted to meet him he used a host, didn't dare show himself, he threatened to hurt your sister, Eleven. From there your determination to protect Billy grew bigger, he was trapped in his own thoughts because of you. You have the ability to block things out and feel and absorb other people's emotions when making physical contact. And your abilities I was inspired by Musa Winx Saga! Because I really love her! Hope you enjoy it, issea! ♥ω♥

It was started when Dr. Brenner wiped your memory clean, literally you are the sister of Eleven or Jane the girl in the lab, but your mother really managed to have her memory erased this time, just like you. Once Brenner felt you were old enough, you became his employee, wearing white every day. Taking care of his experimental children, you don't want to do that work, especially after you find out that he separated you from your mother, you are furious.

Your anger made you decide to try to kill him, that's when he threatened to kill your sister— Subject number Eleven. You would never want your little sister to get hurt, so you obeyed his every command.

Sometimes when you get a shift to keep an eye to the subjects in the Rainbow room you steal a glance to see Eleven, sometimes she catches you looking at her, you don't panic but smile which she smiles back.

You feel guilty for her because she has to be detained in this hell too, and moreover forced to use her abilities.

'Ability'. You have it, that's why Brenner experimented with you, you have a number tattoo on your left wrist, you are number six. While other children have the ability to telekinesis and the like, you don't, your ability is to block something, be it thoughts, or visions so that they lock their gaze on you— But that can only be done when you making any physical contact. Because it is related to blocking, you can feel or absorb someone's emotions when you touch them.

You don't use your abilities very often, nor does Brenner think your abilities are useful. When he looks down on you too much, there is one person who admires your abilities, his name is Henry. Henry Creel, or what people know in the Lab is 001. No one exactly knows, except you.

Your anger grew bigger when Henry said that Brenner wanted to use your sister as a war leader at that time, from there you swallowed his trap raw.

A few days after he disappeared, you immediately carried out his plan, namely inviting any contacts related to the 'Upside Down'. You're not thinking straight, Henry said that if he disappeared it was a sign that civilization would soon begin, children used for experiments could be freed—Especially Eleven. You fell into the trap, once you realized what you were doing you decided to live like you were being hunted by the police.

Clairvoyance. Eleven has that ability, but unfortunately you don't, you can't see your sister, believe me, even though you are far away, you still go around almost every day to find her trace. But what you got is nothing.

After 2 years of hiding in Hawkins, you realize the fatal deed you did to open the 'Gate'. Almost took many lives.

One day you wake up from your sleep, someone approaches you— or more precisely a voice approaches you in your dream, you know that voice very well. 001.

He said he would kill Eleven if you didn't show up at the Hawkins Pool Community that night, you immediately rushed to put on whatever clothes you had to go there.

The atmosphere was quiet, as if there was no life there, only the sound of the water swaying because of the wind, you looked for a room for the Lifeguards, there you found a guy whose back was to you. He didn't wear clothes. And what is certain is that he is definitely not 001.

"My favorite." He muttered as he chuckled, then he turned to look at you. You never saw— Well, you almost never looked closely at people because of your hiding.

"One." Your short reply still neutralizes your facial expression.

He smiled and walked towards you, taking his towel to dry his still wet hair, "Six."

"Or should I call you Y/N?"

You shudder in horror, the only people who know your name are you and Brenner, you don't show any reaction, what is in front of you now is the person who made Hawkins miserable.

When the distance between you was only a few inches you looked up to see his face clearly, he started to touch your cheek with his hand, "Still pretty as before."

You threw his hand away, "Hands off."

He chuckled,

"What do you want." You said angrily.

"Join me, Y/N. Join me then we can rule this world together, exterminate the useless commoners here."

"If I join you, you won't do anything to her?"

"Her? Oh! Eleven." He replied while showing his neat gritted teeth, he chuckled a lot, "That little girl."

"Stay away from her."

"Y/N, Y/N. You are a fool, she doesn't even know you, and you don't even know that your life is at stake coming here, right? You and your little abilities, I can immediately slam you here."

You tightened your jaw, "Who is this?"

He pointed towards himself, "This? Just a guy who holds a lot of grudges, what? Similar to me, right?"

His little chuckle makes you sick, he uses other intermediaries, doesn't dare to show himself, such a coward.

"You told me," You pointed your finger at him, holding back your tears remembering that because of your actions the gate opened and buried souls, souls who didn't even know what happened here.

"If I opened the gate it would help that experimental civilization end. I did it to stop this injustice! Not to take many innocent lives! What did they do to make you trick me like that? I believe you! I—"

He covered your mouth and pushed you until you were trapped against the wall,

"Sshh, you talk too much don't you?" he asked.

You raised your hand but he blocked it on the wall, the hand that was originally on your mouth blocked both of your hands on the wall,

"Don't you realize? You are nothing. No one can compare to me. Especially you?" He's exclaimed.

Your eyes are watery and you are already shedding tears. If you think about it, what he said is true, you are nothing compared to him, your abilities cannot be used to fight him, let alone save someone.

"Join me."

You shook your head with adamant, even though you know your sister's life is at stake, you won't just let him catch Eleven, even if you have to sacrifice your life, you will do it for her.

"I'd rather die."

He smiled, "As you wish."

He starts to untie his hands from your hands and restrains you, lifting your body effortless, you hold his hands, trying to let go but in vain, you can't breathe, you don't want to die, you want to save and protect your sister.

You start to use your ability to absorb someone's emotions, sometimes you see flashbacks of their story, and you are doing this to that innocent guy.

Your ability had the effect of him taking control of himself which was taken over by One.

All you see in glimpses of his life is a blonde woman, the ocean, and his surfing.

He started to close his eyes and used his free hand to hit himself on the head, his grip loosened, you kept your contact, you didn't have time to go any further into his life because he had already let go of you, making you fall on the floor.

"Get out of my head!" He's screamed.

You try to catch your breath and hold your neck while coughing, while you see him holding his head in both hands, in front of you while kneeling. You decide to help him, he is innocent, not guilty.

Once you feel like you've got a lot of air you approach him and kneel in front of him, you can block One inside him for a while, you take his hand and hold it, at least it makes him calmer than before.

He's fragile. You can feel it inside you, he holds a lot of unrequited grudges, and a lot of pain weighs him down. For a while you can absorb his emotions, make him calm and not feel too much, but the minus of your ability is that you easily become weak psychologically, considering people's emotions are too draining. But this time, you are determined to do it, One is within him because you opened the gate.

He grimaced in pain, for some reason, making you drain more of your energy to absorb his emotions,

"Enough."

"What?" You asked.

He looked at you, locking it onto you, "You'll be weak. Part of him is still in me, but you're easing it, right?"

You just stay silent. "I just blocked it for a while."

He nodded, "Thank you."

"You want me to carry on?"

"Could that possibly hurt you?"

You nodded your head, "My energy is decreasing, yes, but I can hold it."

You and the guy sat in the locker room, you kept your physical contact so that it didn't come off and One didn't take control of himself.

"What's your name?" You asked.

"Billy. Billy Hargrove."

"It's all my fault, Billy, I'm sorry. You heard everything, and I will make sure to protect and save you. I promise."

With you saying that he turned to you, looking at it turned to your neck which was starting to bruise from remembering how tightly he strangled you, he turned his gaze again towards you, "I'm sorry for that."

You nodded, "It's okay. You're in his control."

When you held your hand tightly you felt something. Yes, he held a grudge, but the hurt was bigger than that. You feel passionate about anger, jealousy, misunderstanding, it gets darker, but you know the dark emotions he has because of his past. You can't see clearly, the important thing is that you can feel it, it's always like that if you absorb other people's emotions, you will feel like you are them, making you feel the enormity of Billy's pain and shed tears.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

You stiffened your head, wiping your tears with your other hand, "No. Feeling better?"

He nodded, "Whatever you did to me, I feel better. Thank you. Your name is Y/N?"

You thought for a moment, "No one should know, but yeah, my name is Y/N."

"I don't know what to say other than thank you. And I apologize for my words."

"No need to apologize Billy, it wasn't you, you should have known."

"I won't hurt that girl. I promise, I will try to stop him."

You smiled, holding his warm hand tightly, “Thank you.”

Not long after, you heard a very loud banging on the door, it made your contact go off, Billy just kept quiet and approached the door which was supposed to be the entrance to the outside for the lifeguards.

"Billy, what's wrong?" You, who had been following him like a pet, let out your voice.

You don't get an answer, the look on his face is different, he walks past you to confirm something, you follow him again.

Until you arrived in front of the sauna, you saw someone— a girl in the sauna, while Billy was already laughing, he came back, you know that.

You grabbed Billy's shoulder to avoid being impressed, "Billy, you promised you wouldn't hurt her!"

He ignored you and kept walking, you held him again, "Billy—"

He grabbed your jaw roughly, “Keep your mouth shut.”

"You promised—"

He let go of your face.

When he had fully entered inside, the sauna door suddenly closed. You widened your eyes while Billy pounded on the door, you approached him,

"What are you doing!?" He asked in a high tone, indicating he was angry.

"I didn't do anything!" You replied, you wanted to open the door but couldn't, as if someone was holding it.

"Who are you?" A boy's voice comes from behind you.

You turned around and realized there was a group of kids gathered there, one of whom was Eleven...

You smiled in relief, "El,"

El seemed to be trying to remember you, while her friend beside her asked, "Do you know her, El?"

El widened her eyes, but still trying to neutralize her gaze, you saw the light in her eyes, indicating that she remembered, "You from the lab."

The boy beside her pulled El back.

You stepped forward, and they all backed away, "I don't—"

"Open the door!" Billy shouted from behind the door, hitting the door, making you flinch and turn your back to all the kids, trying to position yourself in front of all of them.

You turned to look at the kid, and locking your eyes on the redhead, you saw her in a flash of Billy's memory, "You. You know him well, right?"

The girl looked at her friends before looking at you again, "He's my step brother."

Before you could speak, one of them stepped forward, you saw him raising his temperature,

"What are you doing?! You will hurt him!” You exclaimed, you had promised Billy protection, you couldn't let them hurt him. But you hesitated, the other self in Billy wanted to hurt your sister.

"He's not him!" Replied one of them wearing his bandana.

You saw Billy who backed away and hid on the floor,

Before you could hear what he said you felt someone touch you, you turned your head and saw Eleven, you smiled at her,

"I'm not like the bad guys they have, El."

She nodded, "I know. I feel it, you are good, not like them."

She hesitated to say the words, "You're sister. You're Y/N."

You widened your eyes, surprised that El knew your name and who you were, "What?"

"I'll explain later."

You get a brilliant idea, "I have an idea." Your suggestion made them all look at you,

"He's close." Said the boy with his bowl hair style holding the back of his neck, he was the boy you trapped to open the gate... Surely the feeling of guilty was starting to swallow you, but not long after that you felt someone touch your shoulder, it was the red haired girl, "Whatever you have help my brother, please."

You nodded, “I'll try my best.”

You approached the boy wearing his bandana, "What's your name?"

"Lucas."

"Lucas, I need you to stabilize the temperature, I'll go in there, try not to burn us but you have to make sure the shadow leaves Billy's body, okay?"

Lucas nod, you decided to take off your jacket so you only show your white tank top,

"Please be careful." El asked.

You smiled and nodded, “I will make myself alive for you.”

Seeing Billy in disguise, you immediately entered the sauna, the door was locked again by El using her ability, it felt very hot, you knew this wouldn't happen quickly,

You knelt beside him, starting to touch his shoulders, the plan you had was to block One's control, so he would feel the heat of the sauna alone while Billy kept trying to take control.

"I promise to protect and save you." You said softly, "Hanging in for Max."

You know her name because Billy mentioned that name several times in his memory.

Billy looked at you, he didn't show any expression, "I told you you were nothing and a fool girl, right?"

His lips trembled, as if he was trying to take control of himself.

"There is something wrong." You heard Lucas camping.

When your body is really burning, you feel something stuck in your stomach, you are suffocating, your throat feels dry, pieces of ceramic are stuck in your stomach.

“Y/N!” You heard El scream.

Billy flashed a grin and pushed you until you were cornered on a chair lined up against the wall. Billy stood up and tried to break the door.

You forcefully pulled the ceramic from your stomach, you closed your mouth tightly to endure the pain.

Seeing Billy who was getting more aggressive, you tried to stand up.

"Hold the door!" You shouted.

You approached Billy to strangle him from behind with both hands even though you had to jump, holding back your pain you tightened your stranglehold.

"Pick your match, asshole."

You heard Billy's choking, you took advantage of your touch to block him, but he pushed his body back making your back hit the wall hard, you screamed in pain, but you didn't let go, you still try hard to block him.

"RAISE THE TEMPERATURE!" You shouted.

When you felt the temperature getting hotter, you heard Billy groan, you were still choking him, but you loosened your grip because you felt One was getting weaker inside Billy.

Billy managed to release your stranglehold, that's when he screamed loudly, making a black shadow come out of his body and fly freely out of the sauna.

You start to feel the temperature dropping because all you feel is cold. Hell nah! You weren't possessed by him, but your wound made you feel hot and cold.

The sauna door opened, El was the first to approach you, "Y/N," She whispered and knelt next to you.

"I'll never let him hurt you." You said to El as you touch her face with the one hand that wasn't stained with your blood.

With that they all gathered around you, you looked at Lucas and smiled, "Good job, kiddo. Thanks a bunch."

You felt something touch your stomach, you winced a little, but it turned out it was just Billy who was holding back your bleeding with his small towel, you two locked your gaze to each other, "Did I succeed in protecting and saving you?" You asked while smiling.

"More than that."

He took your hand to put it around his neck, while Max held your other hand, "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry."

You looked at Billy, "How many times do I have to tell you that it wasn't you? And it wasn't your fault, don't be sorry."

For several days you were hospitalized because of stitches on your stomach, but that didn't last long, El took you to stay at her friend's house, precisely Mike Wheeler's house, for a while you two stayed in their basement. That's when El started to explain everything.

"I met Mama." Her words caught your attention,

"Truly?" Your eyes sparkle.

She nodded, "I did a vision, saw her who only remained in the shadows, that's where I knew you existed, you were real, you were my sister. Mama remembers you, Y/N, always remembers you, but Papa threatened to hurt you, Mama didn't want that to happen, so she was forced to let you go. When I was born, it turned out that Papa kept grabbing her baby, making her angry and doing things she shouldn't have done, so she became... silent forever."

While El was explaining that, your tears were rolling down your cheeks, she remembered you, she loved you so she left you, she remembered you were her daughter.

"Can we visit her?" You asked.

She replied, "I'm not sure."

You just nodded in understanding.

"Look who's here!" Max exclaimed, didn't know where she came from. You wiped your tears and saw Billy coming in from the basement door.

You chuckled at Max's enthusiasm, "My lovely brother!"

"Shut it, shitbird." Reply Billy, you justified your position on sofa, trying not to damage the 'stitching' which will damage your skin.

"And I'm your step-brother."

Max rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

Lucas, Mike, Will are going to the mall to buy their own necessities, who knows what they need, while Max invites El to follow the boys, leaving you alone with Billy.

Billy landed himself next to you,

"Hello," You said smiling at him, he looked at you and smiled, "Hi."

"Feel better?" he asked.

You sighed, "It's better, but I'm exhausted~"

Billy smiled with your expression to describe the word 'exhausted'.

"I am sorry."

You exuded harshly, grabbing his hand, "Again? Don't be sorry! Do I have to absorb that feeling forever?"

Billy pulled his hand away, not letting you do anything to him, "No. You're still recovering."

You sighed and grabbed his hand again, "I won't do anything. Just don't think it's your fault anymore, okay? That's a heavy burden for you. I'm fine, the proof is that I'm still alive and talking to you, right? After all, I'm the one who promised to protect you from the start, I will protect you forever, Billy."

Billy chuckled, "Want to be my guardian angel?"

"Haven't I become that?"

You both broke into laughter, Billy felt calm and at peace next to you, not because of your ability to absorb emotions, but because everything you did made him feel safe.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked breaking the silence, you raised your eyebrows, "Is this like a date?"

"I would be happy to call it that."

You chuckled and nodded, “Sure.”

You moved your legs, unsure of what you were doing, but you did it, you kissed him, right on the lips. He didn't hesitate to reply, it felt like 'make out' first, then 'date'.

You hear many voices groaning, "MY EYES!"

You broke the kiss by gently pushing Billy, but he didn't want it to end, he moved to your jawline, your neck, leaving a few marks there. You hit his chest lightly to stop him,

You looked at the kids who had gathered from the door, you smiled, "Sorry, kids."

Lucas leaned forward, "Can you absorb the emotions of a girl who is on her period? I'm curious."

You held back your laugh, while you felt Billy put his head on your shoulder, If I could do it, I would've done it, Lucas. "

Lucas just nodded,

“Is that what you wanted to ask me about Y/N, asshole?!” Max exclaimed looking at Lucas,

Lucas steadied his head and immediately ran up the stairs, "No lie!" His exclamation made Max chase after him.

You shook your head. You saw Mike, El, and Will following Max and Lucas upstairs.

You turned to Billy, "You know she loves you, right? And I know deep in your heart you love her, Billy."

Billy rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright, you got me. No matter how much of a pain in the ass she is, she's still my sister."

You smiled and kissed his cheek, "How about 8pm at Jillian's Yummy store?"

Billy chuckled, "That restaurant has bad deserts, babe."

Now you're the one rolling your eyes, "Oh, come on! You haven't tried their pasta! It's the best."

“Okay, whatever you want, Princess.” He replied giving a short kiss on your nose.

There is nothing happier than you succeeding in saving two important people in your life, El, who is your sister, and Billy, you promised Billy that you would provide him safety and protection. Besides, you're his Guardian Angel now, aren't you? You saved them both and that is what is most important. But everything is not over yet, One's whereabouts are still a mystery, until he's gone no one can get a happy ending.

Author Note : My writing is getting worse... sorry, Issea. And plans to create a masterlist are always on hold! I'll do it as soon as possible! (´✪ω✪`)♡

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Hi i read your Eddie fic and was wondering if you could do a sub!001 x dom reader?

If you are comfortable with it

Bite Me

Summary: You grow concerned when Peter doesn’t show up to meet you as he usually does. You're surprised to see the reason why. You're even more surprised to see his reaction.

Pairing: Peter Ballard x fem!reader

Warnings: sub!masochist!Peter, dom!reader, kinda fluff that turns into smut, injury

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: This is set after the scene where Peter gets electrocuted by Brenner for helping El. I’m gonna assume you know the scene I’m talking about. It’s also inspired by this gif.

Working in Hawkins Lab was not the path you’d anticipated your life would take. But when you stumbled across a sinister building in the middle of the woods one day and saw some things you really shouldn’t have you were whisked away from your life. You were taken away from your family, your friends, everything you knew. Your life was gone. All you were now was a hospital guard, stationed deep in the bellows of Hawkins Lab.

At first you struggled. You were sure they would kill you for stumbling across their illegal experiments. But when they instead invited you to work for them, you didn’t decline. You’d rather live than die.

After a few years you’d settled into the way of things. Leaving your old life behind and embracing your new job; helping these kids that were so inhumanly experimented on. And while you loved to spend time with all the kids while they played in the rainbow room, you loved when they went to sleep even more.

At night, when they were each tucked in their rooms, you and the rest of the guards got to relax. The people who worked with you were nothing like you expected. Many of them were just like you. And while you were friends with many of your co-workers there was one you’d grown the most fond of. Peter Ballard.

Peter had been the only reason you’d made it through the first few months of imprisonment and he quickly became your best friend. Now, after years of close proximity, that friendship was something more. You had to keep your relationship a secret. You had no idea how the doctors would react, but you’d rather be cautious than find out. Besides, you both found sneaking around exhilarating. It was all a part of the fun. The thrill of being caught only heightened your need for each other.

It was the end of another long day of work and you were excited to see Peter. He’d been away all day watching the training while you’d been cleaning the kids’ rooms. You walked into the small, white room they called ‘the leisure room’, although to you it was more like a romanticised prison cell. Other guards sat playing chess, reading or talking. You said hello to a few of them before going to sit on the sleek leather couch in the corner to wait for Peter.

You grew worried when he didn’t arrive. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. And then an hour had passed and he still hadn’t shown up. The alarm sounded that signalled all the guards to go to their rooms for the night. But you didn’t head in the direction of your bedroom. You went the other way, down the hall to Peter’s room.

‘Peter?’ you said, knocking the door lightly. ‘Peter, it’s Y/N.’

You waited for a second until you heard movement coming from the other side of the door. After a while the door slowly creaked open, just a crack. Peter stood hunched over. His eyes were red and riddled with pain. He was shirtless but was holding a sheet over his chest like he was hiding something.

‘Hey,’ he said breathily.

‘You okay?’ you asked, concerned by his dishevelled appearance.

‘Yeah, I, uh, just feel a bit sick. I think I’m coming down with something.’

You knew he was lying.

‘Can I come in?’

‘You know we’re not allowed in each other’s rooms.’ Peter raised a brow.

‘And when has that ever stopped us before?’ you laughed, pushing past him into the small, white room.

When you entered you were confused at the sight. His room was usually pristine but the scene before you was an unmade bed covered in… what were they? Tubes and bottles? You walked over to the bed to get a closer look, picking up a bottle to read the label. It soon became clear to you that these were all some form of medical cream or ointment.

‘What are these for?’ you asked as you turned back to face him.

‘Nothing, I was just, uh, organising,’ he stuttered.

‘Organising?’ your voice carried a sarcastic tone. ‘You think I buy that?’

Peter shrugged.

‘And what’s with the sheet?’ you continued to question. ‘I’ve seen a lot more of you than your chest. I don’t think you need to hide that from me.’ You playfully laid your hand on the sheet, right above his chest. Peter flinched, a pained expression appearing on his face. Suddenly, you were filled with concern.

‘Peter, what’s wrong?’ Your voice was harsh as you grew frustrated, knowing he was keeping something from you.

Peter sighed. He knew he couldn’t hide anything from you, especially, something like this. He sheepishly dropped the sheet he was using to cover his chest, revealing an image that made your jaw drop.

His upper body was covered in large red and black burns, some of them oozing a pale pink liquid. It was then that you knew what had happened. You’d seen those marks before. You’d treated them when you were stationed in the infirmary. Those vicious burns were caused by the electric current which came from tasers. Tasers you’d only ever seen Dr Brenner use to punish his kids. You had no idea he’d be willing to use them on his staff too.

‘Oh my God, Peter,’ you immediately tried to comfort him by placing a hand on his shoulder. ‘Why?’

Peter walked slowly towards his bed, moved a few of the bottles and sat on the edge.

‘I don’t know,’ he mumbled. ‘All I did was try to help that kid, Eleven. You know she’s being bullied right? I was just trying to help.’

You sat down beside Peter and examined the array of ointments sprawled messily across the bed.

‘It’s this one you need,’ you said, picking up a small blue tube. Having dealt with this kind of burn so many times you were an expert at healing it. Peter tried to take the tube from you but you pulled it away.

‘Let me,’ you said, twisting the cap off the ointment. You were about to apply it but you hesitated, remembering the screams that erupted from the children when you’d treated them.

‘This is gonna hurt.’ Your voice was sympathetic as you anticipated the pain Peter was about to endure. ‘Maybe you should bite down on something.’

Peter’s breathing quickened but he nodded. He carefully unbuckled his belt, pulled it off and bit down on the hard, black leather.

You took a deep breath before you allowed your fingers to meet his burns. Peter writhed as the cold cream smothered his skin, blinding him with pain. You had no idea what kind of special adaptions Brenner and his team of mad scientists had made to the tasers they used; all you knew was the burns they caused were no ordinary burns.

Peter seethed, biting hard on the belt in his mouth as he tried to block out the agonising feeling on his chest. His eyes were sealed shut and you saw a tear escape and trickle down his cheek.

‘Sorry,’ you whispered. ‘This is the only thing that will make it better.’

You tried your best to comfort him by placing your free hand in his hair. You ran your fingers through the blond strands, while your other hand gently rubbed the cream into his wounds.

‘Good boy, that’s it,’ you said, satisfied that you’d applied enough ointment. ‘I’m just going to get a bandage.’

You headed towards his bathroom and opened cupboards until you found a long, white roll of bandages. When you returned to the room Peter seemed to be in less pain. You let out a sigh of relief.

‘That hurt like a bitch.’ Peter’s voice was still slightly shaky but he chuckled nonetheless.

‘Sorry,’ you apologised, sitting next to him once more. ‘That was the only way to make it heal. Now lie down so I can put these on you properly.’

You pushed Peter down onto the bed and stood above him. You unravelled a length of the bandage and placed it on his injured chest. Peter inhaled sharply at the contact; the skin was still sensitive after all.

You talked idly while attaching the bandage in an effort to distract Peter. When you were almost finished, and midway through telling him about a conversation you had with Ten, Peter began to giggle childishly.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at his sudden change of mood.

‘I don’t think Ten telling me about his training is that funny,’ you questioned.

Peter managed to collect himself before saying.

‘Uh, sorry, this is so stupid,’ he laughed.

‘I really don’t get what’s so funny.’

Still laughing Peter nodded his head downwards. You followed his gaze until you saw what was the reason for his laughter. Peter’s tight white pants were now even tighter as he sported a large bulge.

‘Are you serious?’ you locked eyes with him again. ‘You’re seriously laughing like a fucking school girl because you have a hard on?’

‘No, I’m laughing because it’s taken you so long to notice I have a hard on.’

‘Wh-. How long have you had it?’ you asked. You were finally done applying the bandage so you sat on the bed next to him.

‘Since you started putting that cream on me,’ Peter admitted.

‘Huh? How? I was hurting you.’

‘Yeah, you were.’ A huge grin spread across Peter’s face as you processed what he’s just said. Your eyes widened and you tried your best to hide your own smirk. You had no idea Peter was into that kind of thing, despite the long-time you’d been together. And, if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t complaining.

‘Okay, wait, let me get this straight,’ you said, almost not believing what you were hearing. ‘You got a hard on because you were in pain?’

‘Uh huh,’ Peter said smugly.

‘And how come you’ve never told me about this?’ you asked, your voice low.

‘It never came up,’ he shrugged.

‘Oh really,’ you began climbing on top of the bulge in Peter’s pants. ‘Not even any of the times I was fucking you?’

You slowly started to grind on Peter’s covered cock, pulling a breathy moan from his throat. Rolling your hips back and forth you lightly ran your hand over his bandaged wounds. Peter breathed sharply but maintained eye contact.

Soon, Peter was shaking beneath you, begging for you to release his dick which was twitching from the friction of your pants rubbing against his.

‘Please, please,’ he mumbled. You chuckled.

‘Oh no. Now that I know your little secret you aren’t getting anything that easily.’ You quickened the pace of your rolling hips, causing Peter to throw his head back. He didn’t bother telling you how close he was. He knew there was no way you’d let him finish already.

Peter was practically tortured by your continuous grinding. Every so often you placed your hand lightly on his chest to steady yourself, sending a wave of pain through his body. However, that only made him more desperate for your skin on his.

You’d been grinding on Peter for God knows how long but as you felt yourself getting wet you decided to up the stakes.

You slid yourself down so you were on Peter’s legs and rubbed your hand on his bulging pants. You took your time undoing the button of his pants so Peter was writhing beneath you by the time you finally freed his cock. He moaned breathily at the relief.

You ran a finger all the way up his dick that caused him to buck his hips upwards. Placing your hands on his thighs to force him back down again you gave him a stern look. You leaned your weight forward so you were on your hands and knees on top of him, your face above his.

‘Don’t,’ was all you said before once again running your fingers along his bandage. Even the slightest contact made him wince but the grin on his face didn’t waver. ‘That’s what you get when you do something like that.’

Peter made a questioning noise as you climbed off of him but his smirk returned when he saw you begin to undress. You took your pants and shirt off leaving you in just your underwear. Peter was shaking from a combination of pain and excitement as you climbed back on top of him. You looked down at his wide, expectant eyes while hovering over his dick. Then, without warning you lowered yourself down on him. The sudden impact made a loud whimper escape Peter’s lips and your hand flew to cover his mouth.

‘You know how thin these walls are,’ you said, beginning to move up and down slowly. With your hand still over his mouth you started to relax into your rhythm.

You had to move your hand from Peter’s mouth to his shoulder to steady yourself, however, the minute you did his high-pitched whines erupted once more. Your other hand rushed to his chest, pressing hard. The pain made him unable to make any more noise.

‘Stop,’ you demanded. ‘Do you have any idea how much trouble we’ll be in if someone hears us?’

A tear fell from Peter’s eye as he relished the torment you were causing him when all of a sudden you had an idea.

You looked down at the bed, right beside Peter’s head to find the belt he’d been biting on earlier. You grabbed it and folded it in half.

‘Open your mouth,’ you ordered. Peter obeyed immediately. You placed the leather in his mouth and he bit down on it.

You admired the scene below you. Peter biting on his belt to muffle his moans, his arms lying obediently at his side, tears streaming from his eyes due to the pain and pleasure he was feeling all at once. The sight caused you to quicken your pace as you tightened around him. You swore under your breath as his dick seemed to hit places inside you it never had before.

You were in your own little world, allowing yourself to bounce on Peter’s dick at whatever pace you wanted. When you looked down at him again his eyes were red, his chest heaving. But you weren’t done yet. You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it back so his eyes stayed on yours.

‘Shit, you look hot like this,’ you breathed.

At that moment the look in Peter’s eyes told you what he couldn’t. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

‘Wait,’ you said, wanting to reach your own climax with him.

You rolled your hips deeply. Peter’s eyes clamped shut as he tried his best to hold for you.

And then he hit it. That spot that made your stomach tense and your legs weak.

You nodded at him, signalling to him you were ready. Almost instantly Peter’s face was filled with relief as he released inside of you, the feeling causing you to do the same.

You lazily rode out your high, wanting to savour every moment as your heart rate returned to its normal pace. Peter’s shaking body slowly started to settle beneath you so you leaned down and took the belt out of his mouth to reveal a tired smirk on his face. You kissed where the belt had once been briefly before carefully pulling yourself off him and laying down next to him. His bandage covered chest was still rising up and down rapidly.

You turned onto your side and moved a piece of blond hair from his eye.

‘Will you stay with me tonight?’ he asked quietly. ‘You know, just in case I need more medical attention.’

You laughed softly. You were sure he wouldn’t need any more medical attention for his burns, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t need medical attention for what you were planning on doing to him.

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Change of Heart

Chapter 06/?? Click HERE for this fics masterlist!

Reader is a troubled pediatrician at Hawkins lab when she crosses paths with this lovely orderly. Nothing will stand between Peter and his revenge. Not even really pretty distractions.

Pairing: Peter Ballard x f!reader

Word count: 1728

Ratings & warnings: SPOILERS, period typical sexism, violence, blood, torture, NSFW, swearing, no (Y/N), no described defining features for reader. Ratings may change as chapters are being added.

A/N: they’re so confused! They have so many feelings! I gobble it up like it’s the last supper. If being a swiftie since 2008 has taught me anything it’s the art of YEARNING

As adamant as he is, Peter sticks to the promise he made himself. He cannot afford any distractions, and he refuses to lose sight of what is most important; getting out of the constrictive makeshift prison Brenner locked him up in. Once he regains his mental and physical autonomy, the white haired man and his staff will pay for robbing him of his freedom. He is dead set on revenge, and despite his ongoing lapse of judgement when it comes to the pediatrician, she still answers to the man who is shaped after all of Peter’s demons.

It is hard to admit that the pediatrician pains him from the inside out, that she ruthlessly squeezes what is left of his humanity in the palm of her hand, yet remains so blissfully unaware of the turmoil she causes within him. She does not realize that her presence in Hawkins laboratory throws the blond off balance. His brain never fails to diligently remind him of her delicate beauty and the softness in her tone of voice when speaking with him. When the familiar subtlety of pomegranate and lemongrass seems to gain mastery over him, so elusive and fleeting amongst the intensity of the wonted chemical stench, Peter wonders if he could be losing his mind. Worst of all is the candor that sparks within her eyes when their gazes cross, threatening to overthrow his carefully constructed constitution.

And yet, the one thing he cannot see past is that she works for the man who stole Peter’s freedom from him and mentally imprisoned him in the name of control. The day Soteria was implanted in his neck was the day Peter vowed to take revenge on Martin Brenner and his team. When the older scientist created the nugatory copies, Peter vowed that they would meet their demise just as swiftly.

Rage has become his default, the burning need for revenge simmers strongly within the depths of his constitution. Losing the one thing that’s familiar to him could prove to be fatal to who he has become throughout the years. The pediatrician is nothing but a temporary hindrance in the great scheme of things, an obstruction that provokes scorching within his chest all the same, albeit so different from his familiar rage.

Had they met at another time and place, perhaps something could grow between them, luscious and thriving like climbing hedera. Something honest and true, a thing that the poets would refer to as love. They could be two lovers, so close that no room for any reservations between them would remain.

Fueled by his hunger for revenge, Peter blindly squashes the seedlings of possibility under the heel of his shoe as carelessly as he would a cigarette butt. The scientist is right about one thing; Peter Ballard is indeed number 001.

And so, he shuts the pediatrician out so sudden it gives her whiplash. Peter, who has been sending her kind smiles since the day she arrived, doesn’t give her the time of day now. His demeanor has shifted, from kind and caring to… radio silence. Nothing at all.

Before, the young orderly would take an extended route to the rainbow room; from his quarters past her office on the other side of the building, and then to his final destination. He never stopped to strike up a conversation with her, but he would smile so sweetly at her that the tips of her ears would turn crimson and an involuntary beam of a smile would be sent his way.

Despite her earlier decision to not let her feelings get in the way of Peter’s treatment, his sudden withdrawal tugs painfully at her insides. She wonders if it’s somehow her fault that he has begun to distance himself, if unbeknownst to herself she pushed him away. Perhaps she completely misread this between them, whatever this is, and it is all in her head. She can’t decide which is worse.

An even greater fear settles like a heavy stone at the base of her stomach. Could it be that he uncovered the skeletons in her closet, that he has learned who she really is? A misplaced sense of guilt wraps itself around her like a wet blanket that she can’t seem to shake off. Yes, she lies to him, but only for his own best interest.

In the years between Henry’s initial captivity and her arrival, Martin Brenner has attempted to help his captive in the best way he saw fit, capitulating Henry to half-assed attempts of healing his disturbed mind. If her time spent at university has taught her anything, it’s that psychological treatment never helps unless the patient wants to get better. When Dr. Brenner’s efforts inevitably proved to be futile, 001 was once again submitted to electroshock therapy to keep him docile. The pediatrician thinks highly of Dr. Brenner’s accomplishments, but why he still uses these barbaric tactics that have been sworn off by most doctors is beyond her.

It wasn’t long after Brenner’s failed attempts that the boy once named Henry Creel was now a man, going by the name of Peter Ballard. At an attempt to keep the young man busy and distracted, he got instated as an orderly, his sole job looking after the copies Brenner created. When his behavior wasn’t in tune with the rules the white haired man set for him, electroshock therapy would be used to keep him in line.

And then she came along. Since Henry has mostly been under her care, and Dr. Brenner has been promoted to overseer, electroshock therapy hasn’t been part of Henry’s treatment anymore for the past 6 months. If the blond man has questioned this drastic change in his daily life, he must’ve, she scolds herself, he doesn’t let it show.

Reminded of the positive change she has already made for Henry, her resolve strengthens. The pediatrician would not let him shut her out so easily.

“Peter,” Her voice bounces around the empty kitchen shrilly, even to her own ears. Just as she suspected, Peter is up bright and early, hours before his shift begins.

When he turns around to face her, his expression remains neutral, seemingy unsurprised by her out of place presence. She can’t decide if his indifference bothers her or not.

“Hello,” he politely greets her. “You’re here quite early.”

“Yes,” she audibly swallows, anxiety rising in her chest. Now that she is here, there is so much she wants to say to him that she threatens to burst at the seams. Instead, the words that leave her mouth sound foreign and distant. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“We’re talking,” he replies, the tone of his voice so flat it is hard for her to figure out what he is thinking. His long frame is propped up against the countertop, arms crossed over his chest. He seems quite relaxed, the exact opposite of how she feels.

“Yes,” she dumbly repeats herself. God, why does he insist on making this so difficult for her? Wondering how she is supposed to convey her emotional distress without sounding like a love struck teenager, a deep sigh wrestles it’s way out of her chest.

The sea of space between the two of them shrinks as the pediatrician takes a step towards him, distancing herself from the white door behind her.

“How have you been?” Deciding to refrain from an approach that may make him feel cornered, she settles for a neutral question.

“I’ve been well, doctor. How about yourself?” His counter-question is a simple one, one occurring out of simple politeness and good manners.

Instead of offering him an equally polite reply, she shoots another question at him.

“Then… Are you angry with me, Peter?”

“Angry?” This time, it is his turn to repeat her words back to her. To her surprise, his expression shifts from confused to amused and a cold laugh follows soon after.

“What could you have possibly done to upset me?” He says once his laughter has seized. Though the words falling from his mouth could be considered sweet in another situation, they are now tainted with a stinging venom.

“I…” her words rarely fail her, but now they seem frozen cold on her tongue. What power does this man hold over her? “I don’t know. You’ve been distant.”

The aftertaste of her accusation feels bitter, but Peter hardly seems to notice as his slender body moves towards the kitchenette at the rightside of the room, creating more space between them.

“Mmh. Is that so?”

Fucking fuck. His lackluster replies are responsible for the boiling within her veins, so she draws a breath to try and calm herself down.

“I thought we were…” something. More than… “Friends. What changed?”

“We are not friends,” Peter says, as he turns to her. Her blood runs cold. Does he know?

“We’re just colleagues. We share passion for our shared field of work, but we are not friends,” both the tone of voice as well as his face are so calm and indifferent, but his words slash angrily at her. The pediatrician tries to keep her cool while his statement gives her a whiplash.

“But you have been so kind to me,” she cannot stand the sound of her own voice, overcome by chagrin. She isn’t like this, this is not who she is.

“Don’t take it personally, doctor. I simply prefer to keep my personal life separated from my work and vice versa,” he says, his face a blank canvas, even upon seeing her own.

A blatant lie. The man who is the sole reason for her presence at Hawkin’s laboratory is lying right to her face and there is nothing she can say about it without exposing herself.

“Right,” is all she manages, unspoken words clawing at the base of her throat, begging to be released.

His cerulean eyes search her face, but even if he finds whatever he is looking for, he does not comment on it.

“Don’t make it a bigger deal than it actually is,” he concludes, cold and stern. He doesn’t spare her a second glance before leaving her behind in the empty kitchen.

And so, Peter sticks to the promise he made himself; no distractions, no matter how lovely they may seem. So why does leaving her behind to lick her wounds over his words pain him, too?

A/N: damn she got colleague zoned and this chapter sucks. But at least updates will be weekly again from now on!

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[heavqn]

hi there !!! i have a request for 001 x reader, nothing really specific but the reader has powers as well and is by 001’s side as he attempts to take over the world 👀👀

i kinda misinterpreted this ask and so it's him asking her to help him?? basically the same thing lol. also the reader is 002, so they're close in age !!

001 x fem!reader

"You, are a prisoner here. Just like me." He told her, leaning closer as he spoke. "To your papa, you are nothing more than an animal, a monster, a lab rat to be tamed."

"But the truth, y/n, the truth is just the opposite." He paused, his eyes running over your face to gauge any kind of reaction before speaking again.

"You are better than they are." He pointed to the bodies of the other kids, lying on the ground. "Superior."

"That is why you frighten him. If you come with me, for the first time in your life, you will be free. Imagine what we could do together."

"We could reshape the world, remake it however we see fit."

"Join me." He softly smiled, blue eyes piercing into your own as he awaited your answer. You had been with him since the beginning.

Being the second to come into the lab, you found comfort in knowing you weren't alone in whatever game Papa was trying to play.

Peter had been there for you on the nights Papa overworked you, nearly bringing you to death. He truly was different. But so were you. And you couldn't bring yourself to say no to him as he looked at you the way he was.

"Okay." His smile grew as he offered you his hand, and if you had known all the chaos that was to ensue, you would've never taken his hand.

[starrycrossedlovers]

Fluff Haruka Sakurai headcanons

A/N: I swear, I'm so normal about him

Loves playing with your hair. Just twirling the strands between his fingers, drawing vague shapes on your head, moving some hair so he can give you kisses on your scalp, etc.

He loves you taking care of him, but it's NOT one-sided. He loves taking care of you too! He may think he's no good at it, but you'd think the guy is pampering you with what he does. He learns from what you do for him + what his mother did when he was very young

His favorite past time is just having you on his lap as he draws or dozes off with the TV still playing some cartoon, long forgotten

He just....really loves holding your hand. He use to ask permission for whatever affection he wanted to give you, but he stopped and just did it when the relationship deepened

He keeps a notebook of stuff you like/prefer for him to do, underlining the stuff that gets a 'good boy' compliment from you so he knows it's extra important!

Loves sharing his bed with you. Not in a nsfw way, but just having you two together underneath a fuzzy blanket and cuddling. Man just loves resting his head on your chest and curling up in your arms

Despite being easily flustered, he really loves stuff like teasing (ofc, if it's not taken too far), feeding him, cupping his face with your hands, etc.

He shares his plushies with you, feeds you cotton candy (with your permission ofc), asks you to wear his clothes, gives you kisses on your head when you're asleep, etc. His affection is gentle, but oml, you feel so much love with every hug and kiss

You just get princess treatment from him. He's such a sweetie, I love him <3

[yandere-sins]

Prison Project Current Requests

Requests

No specific order. Requests will not be fulfilled in the order of this list. Please read the guidelines of the introduction post before requesting. 

Prisoner!Dazai x Murderer Reader Prisoner!Zhongli x Forgery Reader Prisoner!Xiao x Hacker Reader Prisoner!Dimitri x Arsonist Reader

Guard!Heizou x Cult Reader Guard!Ayato x Con-Artist Reader Guard!Kaeya x Thief Reader Guard!Signora x Smuggler Reader

In Work

Current: Guard!Malleus x Assassin Reader

Next: Prisoner!Dottore x Murderer Reader

Correction

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Done

All finished requests.

Prisoner 001 (Diluc Ragnvindr)

Guard 100 (Vil Schoenheit)

Prisoner 002 (Childe)

Guard 200 (Nanami Kento)

Prisoner 003 (Alhaitham)

Guard 300 (Albedo)

Prisoner 004 (Bakugou Katsuki)

Guard 400 (Pantalone)

Prisoner 005 (Scaramouche)

Guard 500 (Malleus)

[rxttingsblog]

𖤐 More than evil 𖤐

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Summary: What would be Henry creel’s reaction to a demon!reader ?? (headcanons)

A/N: decided to do some reactions if 001/henry encountered a demon!reader. I thought the idea was unique and plus no one has done it yet. sorry if this isn’t the best! i’m new to this lmao

—Henry creel/001/Peter ballard x GN!demon!reader <3

•••

You were different from everyone else the moment you were born. Born with multiple abilities, different features that were non-human, this caused your own family to admit you to Hawkins laboratory. But little did your parents know their big mistake.

Initially, Brenner thought you were only born with abilities. He didn’t think you were a supernatural creature. The man was planning on doing experiments on you in order to add more lab rats. But bro literally thought you were human. So did all the other nurses, guards, orderlies, including Henry himself.

GOOD LORD, THEY UNDERESTIMATED YOU LIKE BIG TIME.

You had this whole demonic form that you could control. But sometimes if you went out of control the form would magically come out? it’s complicated. you didn’t understand what you were nor how powerful you truly were.

It was one day out of the blue, you were alone just chilling in the rainbow room when 002 and his band of fuck ups began messing with you, insulting you, mocking you, etc. You weren’t the type of person to take shit.

So you snapped. like big time. you scared the shit out of 002 and his gang with your demonic form. So of course they flipped the fuck out and Brenner saw this whole situation unfold on the cameras and everything. You were doomed because Brenner had some extreme punishment methods.

Your demon form was unsettling but also exotic at the same time. You gave off an odd/evil presence. Your eyes black as night with no sign of any emotion, pointed horns on the top of your head, razor sharp teeth, tattered wings, your wings were like bat wings. Your nails also formed into extremely pointy claws. Your appearance often scared the living shit out of people.

Let’s say, right after you snapped, Brenner was in complete and utter shock over your truest form and it wasn’t long until he announced you as a feral patient. You on the other hand, were very confused. What was going on? Why were cruel guards locking you up in a padded cell and chaining you up? No one ever expected this and the whole lab was planning on killing you. This was something Henry wasn’t aware of. (yet)

Meanwhile, before Brenner locked you up for going feral. Henry was kindly offering Eleven some training advice before that whole mess occurred. He never took interest in you at first until that fatel incident. He watched it unfold in front of him with his very own eyes. Let’s just say that’s when everything took a turn for the worst.

He was never the type to feel anything, the only true emotion he could really experience was undying rage that only got stronger by being caged in this prison. laboratory

From that moment onwards, an ongoing obsession was unleashed then and there. After he saw how powerful you truly were that’s when he became impressed by you, fascinated by you, you were even more powerful than Eleven and possibly him which he didn’t want to believe.

Henry has multiple feelings about you. He’s obsessed with you, fascinated by your very existence, loves how you’re a creature from a different dimension, but also heavily envies you. He doesn’t know whether or not he wants your abilities or you.

It’s not long until he starts wanting you by his side to change the world however he sees fit. He is truly shocked by how powerful you two would be combined. With your help he could have anything he desired. This world could be his and your little toy.

Henry knows about the cruel and oppressive restrictions on you, but that doesn’t stop him. You’re trapped in a cell and he knows what cell because when he was on the night shift he overheard your faint cries from the cell at the very end of the corridor. He took note of that and usually every night while everyone was sleeping he’d visit you and gain your trust by talking to you/comforting you. He was manipulating you but he also liked you.

You ended up telling him about your past life and how you were born this way. Little did you know is that you were just like Henry and he admired that. Henry has always wanted to find someone who was just like him and now he finally has it.

At this point, Henry forgot about Eleven. He originally was going to escape with her but instead he wanted you. You were older, and actually born with more interesting abilities that were never heard of or spoken of by mankind. Henry then tells you about his plan to escape and this is when he asks you to help him take the infuriating soteria that was implanted in the side of his neck.

You obliged, the moment the two of you were alone in the boiler room that was located in the debts of the lab, you hastily removed the soteria with no issue at all. But since you had those restrictions it wasn’t long until guards came rushing in to take you away. But Henry killed the both of them right in front of you. At first, you weren’t fearful because those people were trying to harm you.

This is the part where he tells you to wait in the storage closet. But you weren’t that dumb. You were a demon after all so you knew when something bad was about to happen. You scented that something fucked up was happening behind closed doors and that’s when you exited the storage closet. The foul scent of fresh blood filled your nostrils, the fluorescent lights flickering, followed by agonizing screams. You quickly sprinted towards the rainbow room and as you predicted, Henry killed everyone. Only you were the last one alive.

Now, this is when he gives you that entire edgy ass speech. You don’t say a word and only listen, trying to comprehend everything. After that’s over, this is the part where he asks you to join him. Joining him would mean taking over the world and officially ending the existence of humans.

If you say yes: He will be thrilled, absolutely thrilled and you two would be an unstoppable power couple. He also wouldn’t judge you because of your form. He actually thinks you’re very beautiful/handsome and would probably worship the ground you walk upon. His favorite thing about you is the horns you can manifest. Despite being psychotic, he’s also a strangely good caretaker. So he would provide you with love and affection. The two of you would go out killing every night. Scaring the entire city and cursing Hawkins. You do most of the work since you have more of the power but Henry makes sure to help you. Honestly, half of him is still secretly jealous of you but he tries his best to brush it off.

If you say no: Henry wouldn’t be surprised, he’s be disappointed in you that you couldn’t join him because that means he did all this for nothing. For the first time, he feels threatened. So he’ll have no choice but to kill you. But since you’re so powerful it’s clear who’s going to win. Henry isn’t the type to runaway though so he’s going to try and fight you and get his revenge. But of course you win the battle and that’s when you send him to the upside down. Because you have the ability to control different dimensions. So when Henry is sent there he ends up dying instead of becoming Vecna. You feel bad, but you knew you had to do this.

(I hope you enjoyed these cheesy headcanons! I’m trying to post shit that seems unoriginal but i don’t think i’m doing the best job. comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated!)

—made by Willard

[spicyspiders]

Thank you for being the heart and soul of 001xmale reader fics I was wondering if I could get a really aggressive reader who is trapped in the facility and hates it and everyone in it but 001 takes interest in him and starts to build a relationship with him and starts to develop feelings for him and eventually 001 confesses ending with them getting together?

Saying that I'm the heart and soul of 001 x male reader fics is so funny yet so sweet :') Hope you enjoy!

Good morning sir, how are we feeling today?” Dr. Brenner asked when he entered the room. At your silence, he asked another question, “are you going to cooperate with us today?” He asked, staring you down intently. 

“Why should I?” You finally answered. 

“He speaks!” Dr. Brenner exclaimed, paying no mind to your eye roll at the outburst. He was used to it by name. Dr. Brenner pulled out a chair to sit in front of you, close enough to where his knees were almost touching yours, “you know, all we want to do is help you,” he smiled softly. 

“By forcing me into this facility to be used as a lab rat?” You had trouble controlling the anger from rising in your voice. You had never been angry like this before, but after spending months in the facility, you began to change, becoming a more angry, guarded person. 

Dr. Brenner let out a light chuckle, “I guess not,'' he glanced away for a long moment, staring down at the briefcase you just now noticed he had brought in with him, “even though you are our most uncooperative patients, there is much we have learned from you,” he looked back up at you, an excited look in his eye. 

“What’s in the case?” You asked. 

A slow smile stretched across Dr. Brenner’s face, it made you feel uneasy, “it’s funny you should ask,” he picked up the briefcase and put it in his lap. He opened it slowly, keeping it facing him, “I have an experiment just for you.”

You didn’t respond, only kept glancing from his face to what he held in his lap, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t getting scared.

What Dr. Brenner pulled out was a collar, and as if on cue, one of the workers of the facility came into the room. He was a burly man, obviously hired by the facility for his physical strength. Whatever this collar was, it was bad news. 

Before your parents had discovered your powers and had forced you in here, even though you were legally a grown fucking adult, collars and hats never made you nervous, they were inanimate items, they couldn’t hurt you. But now, after being taken prisoner to this facility, the very thought of them made you feel uneasy.   

This collar looked different from the ones that had been used on you before, what Dr. Brenner held in his hands looked simply like a sleek, black collar, but you knew there was likely more to it than that. 

“You like the color black, don’t you?” Dr. Brenner asked sarcastically. 

“It does go with everything,’ you tried to play along, maybe if you played nice he would just put it back in his briefcase you wouldn’t have to see it again. All it did was get a chuckle out of Dr. Brenner, and even earned a low one from the guard that stood at the door.

You were on your feet the second Dr. Brenner started inching closer, “what does it do?” You asked. 

Dr. Brenner didn’t respond, only let out a long sigh and glanced at the guard. 

“Tell me what it does!” You yelled when the guard started moving forward towards you.

You ended up with your back pressed against the wall behind you, held down by the guards' heavy weight. You thrashed under his heavy weight and even the guard let out a few grunts of exertion, “this will help with that,” Dr. Brenner said lowly to himself when he managed to get the collar locked around your neck.

Once the collar was around your neck, you felt an intense itch under your skin, like your powers were just under the surface trying to claw their way out, but then it all went still, the feel going as quickly as it came.

You felt your knees buckle below you, “get him into the chair,” Dr. Brenner said to the guard.

“What did you do to me?” You gasped out. 

“It feels better, doesn’t it?” Dr. Brenner asked, “this collar suppresses your powers, and it looks like I was right,” he sounded triumphant, “it helps with the anger too.” He smiled down at you.

“You motherfucker,” you said, still trying to get your breathing under control. 

You had to control yourself not to smile when you watched the smile fall from Dr. Brenner’s face, “guess we’ll still have to work on that,” he muttered. “Let’s go,” he said to the guard, and you watched as they both went to the door. 

“I’ll get this fucking collar off!” You screamed after them. The door closed with a click, and then you were alone with an overwhelming stillness that you hadn’t felt since you discovered your powers.

-

You were dozing off by the time the door opened again, but this time, it wasn’t Dr. Brenner or the same guard from earlier. It was Peter Ballard.

Peter wasn’t the worst of all of the workers at Hawkins. He didn’t bother you, and you didn’t bother him. 

“Dinner,” he announced after he came in. It was then that your stomach decided to announce itself with a loud growl, but you were too exhausted to feel embarrassed. Peter gave a light chuckle at the noise, “looks like I came just in time,” he tried sending you a warm smile, but it quickly fell from his face when he saw the glare you gave in return.

“Thanks,” you murmured when he sat the tray down on the table in the room.

Peter sent a light smile your way before heading back to the door. When you still felt his presence in the room, you looked up to see him watching you. 

“What?” You asked, you didn’t like others watching you eat.

“Dr. Brenner gave it to me, says it neutralizes my powers,” you gestured to your neck where the black collar laid snuggly around it. 

Peter nodded, and you watched as his eyes flicked down to the collar before looking back up into your eyes. His eyes were filled with sadness as he looked at you, but before you could question it, he opened the door and left the room. 

It was a weird interaction, but being that you were hungry and exhausted, you dug into the shitty facility food the moment the door shut.

Soon after some time had passed and your tray was empty, Peter slipped back into the room. “Almost time for lights out,” he said after entering. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room,” he held the door open and waited for you to comply. 

“What about this?” You held up the empty tray. 

“Just leave it. Someone else will grab it,” he gave you another one of his soft smiles.

“Or I could knock you out with it and run out the door you’re leaving open,” you responded, testing him. 

Peter didn’t falter, but a look of sadness did flicker in his eye for a quick moment, “you don’t want to do that,” he said quietly. You couldn’t tell what he meant by it, if it was a threat, a warning, or something else entirely. 

You stood slowly from the chair and placed the tray where you just sat, keeping an eye on Peter the entire time. He still stood there, it was almost menacing. 

You followed him out into the familiar halls. It wasn’t new for you to be escorted throughout the facility, usually after picking a fight with a guard or one of the patients, but you weren’t used to walks that were almost entirely quiet. 

“Here we are,” Peter announced when you stepped up to your door. It annoyed you, you had been here for some time now, you didn’t need an announcement to know where you were, especially not your own room. 

“Goodnight.”

You were almost entirely in your room when the single word stopped you in your tracks. The word made your throat ache in a way that it hadn’t for a long time now, and you had to clear your throat before forcing out a response.

“Goodnight,” you whispered. You never thought a word you had read, heard, and said so many times before could now have such an effect on you. You didn’t look at Peter after responding, only sat down on your bed with your back to the doorway where he stood. It was a long moment before you heard the door close, a small part of you wanting to know what Peter was thinking before he finally decided to leave and close the door.

-

After that day, you started to see a lot more of Peter. You probably already saw him a lot given how little of the facility you would see each day, but now you actually began to pay attention to how often you would see him. 

“May I join you?” 

“Why?” You asked. In your time at the facility, you have never seen an employee sitting at one of the lunch tables with a patient. You weren’t sure if you wanted to start now. 

“Because I want to sit with you,” Peter responded, an edge to his voice making it sound like that was an obvious answer that you should have already known. 

“I don’t like eating with other people,” you said, hoping he would just go away. 

He didn’t. “You don’t have anything left to eat.”

He had you there, “fine,” you grumbled out. 

Satisfied, he pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. Peter’s food looked almost as bland as what the patients were served. You sat while Peter ate in silence, you would occasionally glance his way, getting caught staring by Peter almost every time. 

“Did Brenner put you up to this?” You asked when Peter was done eating. 

“I told you I wanted to sit with you,” Peter repeated. 

You scoffed, “If you’re going to be fucking annoying can you at least take this collar off?” You asked angrily, slumping over onto the table, both arms resting in front of you. If you were going to continue to be locked in this facility, you at least wanted to feel like yourself again. 

“I wish I could,” Peter responded sadly, he placed his arms down on the table, his brushing yours. It made you startle and straighten up back into your seat. When you looked up, Peter was watching you, an unreadable look in his eye.

-

Weeks went by. Peter still escorted you everywhere and sat with you to eat, you even started eating in front of him. When Peter first took notice, he kept smiling a stupid smile that you wanted to slap off, which you reminded him of. 

“Stop smiling,” you hissed. 

The first time you ate in front of him was also the first time you heard him laugh. 

-

Soon, you found yourself back with Dr. Brenner.  

“No bodyguard this time?” You asked. 

Your breath caught in your throat when instead of responding, he unlocked the collar from around your neck. You looked up at him with wide eyes, now clutching the naked skin of your neck.

“Mr. Ballard told me you’ve been on good behavior.” You still stared at him, wide-eyed. “I won’t be running any tests, for now, we need to let your body rest and recover to your abilities coming back.” With that, Dr. Brenner left. 

And back to your routine, Peter now stood in the doorway where Dr. Brenner had just left. 

You pushed past him, you could feel a headache coming on, probably as a result of the collar coming off. 

The rush of it felt uncomfortable. You just wanted to be left alone, but Peter wouldn’t let that. Once you were in your room, you turned and found him inside close behind you. 

“Why can’t you just fuck off?” You asked. Something was rising, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

“You don’t want that,” Peter said. 

“Don’t tell me what I want!” You yelled, your powers expanding around you in all directions. Peter didn’t move, and that made you all the angrier. 

Peter stepped up to you, placing both hands on your shoulders tightly, “tell me what you want then,” he whispered. 

“I want to know why you care,” what you felt was rising came in the form of hot tears running down your face. You were so angry and sad. Sad and angry at the way Dr. Brenner could put you in that collar, leave it on for weeks, and then take it off without worry about the repercussions. Sad and angry at how before you had the collar on, you hated everyone in the facility, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you now cared for one of them. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, “with the collar off I will.”

Peter’s fingers felt soft on your skin as he brushed your tears away. His hands felt so big, like they would consume you, but all he did with them was use them to cup your face and tilt your head up so he could press his lips to yours.

It made you cry harder. You hadn’t been kissed for a long time, and now you feared you would disappoint Peter with your inexperience. But Peter kept brushing your tears away as they fell and kept kissing you and kissing you and kissing you.

[gladion-oneshots]

Gladion X Reader: Prisoner

Masterlist

•Prompt: The Aether has the reader captive, using her as a test subject for their newest experiment. •Warnings: Violence, abuse, captivity •Author: Yulta

CLASSIFIED FILE #694 ‘EXTRAORDINARY SOLIDER’

TEST SUBJECT #001

RESULTS ARE A NEGATIVE. SUBJECT’S BLOOD REJECTED THAT OF LUCARIO, DESPITE HAVING A STRONG FRIENDSHIP BOUND WITH IT. SUBJECT IS SHOWING SIDE EFFECTS. SIDE EFFECTS INCLUDE: COUGHING UP BLOOD, INABILITY TO EAT, INABILITY TO SLEEP WITHOUT SEDATIVES, CONSTANT PAIN TO THE STOMACH AREA.

***

“Is the subject breathing?” A deep voice asked, looking over a clipboard with a pen in hand.

“No, we have the subject hooked up to the M-4.6 to keep subject’s vitals healthy.” A second voice responded.

“Okay. Start on subject zero-zero-two then. Subject zero-zero-one can have the rest of the day to either accept or reject Pikachu’s blood.” The clipboard was moved down to the man's side as he left the fully-white room.

The second man followed quickly after, leaving a small girl, you, lying on a white lab-bed-table.

The room you were in was fully white, with computers and desks to match the theme. You were hooked up to a whole lot of cords, all also white.

Your body was sickly thin, your (h/c) hair a rat's nest, and you were only clothed in a white hospital gown.

After a few minutes of this silence, you had vaguely come back to consciousness.

Finally, the usual silent swing could be heard, and then footsteps to where you lay.

From your blurry perspective, you could see Gladion's black outfit and blond hair.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" His voice was distant as if you were trapped in some kind of other world with just a thin sheet of glass separating you and everything else.

You tried to respond, but your voice would not comply, and it just came out as a low 'mmhm'.

"You're awake," he stated gently, and you could feel his hand holding yours. "I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? Me and Null are leaving now, we're running. I can't handle...can't handle mom anymore. She's a monster. I don't even know what they've done to you..."

You managed a weak smile, your vision coming more into focus.

"I've been reading the test results. You can survive without of this crap hooked up to you, but barely. So I'm gonna give you a decision, okay?" Gladion paused, hoping you could hear him. "It's gonna be painful and hard if you come with me. You'll barely be able to survive but...at least they can't get you in here."

You nodded, still not trusting your voice.

You then began to feel things being pulled out of you, and you gave a light yelp each time. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you felt yourself being moved from the table.

You felt extremely light headed and found it difficult to breathe. Just after Gladion ran through the door to your 'cell', you passed out.

***

Two Years Later

"(Y/N)! Come on, get up!" You heard Gladion laugh as he jumped on top of you, causing you to 'hpm' and shove him off again.

"Seriously Gladion? Our first day in Kanto and you don't even let me sleep in? Aren't you supposed to love me or something?" You complained, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

Gladion scoffed before kissing your forehead. "Sorry, I just love seeing you...yourself again. Now come on, let's go catch some new Pokémon for you!"

[usetheeauthor]

The Satanic Panic Series Masterlist +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

Summary: After standing trial as a witness for Chrissy’s murder, you prove Eddie’s innocence. But a year in prison has changed the metalhead. Sure, he’s same ol’ Eddie but there’s something about him that feels…powerful. You learn that Eddie has absorbed the devil’s energy; becoming the devil himself. Also…he’s technically your master? Meanwhile, there are destructive entities known as angel bots who are committing murders around Hawkins in order to build ‘a new world of perfection’. The Archangel named 001, is the leader of angel bots whose master plan involves this new world order. Now you and Eddie must fight against 001 and end his tirade or it could mean the end.

To check out the series playlist: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691470871407280128/the-satanic-panic-18-music-playlist

I. The Highway To Hell

You come to Eddie and Chrissy’s rescue when they’re attacked by an entity you’re all too familiar with. Chrissy dies in the attack and last eyewitness account points to Eddie as a suspect. The only person that could possibly clear his name is you, only this predicament could potentially expose you as a witch.

II. The Devil’s Advocate

You plan to testify in court but your parent’s have other plans. Your bond grows stronger with Eddie as your worlds continue to collide and not in a good way. A year after Chrissy’s murder and the verdict is finally reached. Also how does one leave prison and become the literal devil?

III. The Séance Pt. I

You learn the story of how Eddie became the devil. Now he rules over you as your Dark Lord who, by the way, has a lot of fans. Also, you, Eddie, and his gang conduct a séance.

IV. The Séance Pt. II

The Gang conducts a séance looking for answers but leaving with more questions. Also, Eddie’s getting really tired of your attitude.

V. The Book of Names

You and Eddie discover a new chapter in the book of names which potentially list names the angel bots will go after. Eddie has an interview at a talk show where he decides to come clean. You go to a bar with some friends where you get some much needed fun.

VI. The 001: Archangel

You’d gone out drinking at the bar with some friends which is fine for Eddie. That is, until he learns that you and Steve are hanging out together. Suddenly, he’s thinking maybe he should crash the party and teach you another lesson. Before that, a mysterious man approaches you alluring and angelic in nature.

VII. Wrath

With a new murder victim, the town is on edge but somehow Eddie’s popularity rises. Noticing that you’re on edge about the attacks, Eddie decides to put a hold on the hunt and gives you a night of fun.

VIII. The Truth

You and Eddie finally confess your feelings for one another and it leads to some sexual awakenings.

[savetopnow]

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Autoblog

Tesla says Model X involved in fatal crash was on Autopilot

Terrifying video shows cyclist’s view of head-on collision

VW storing around 300,000 diesels at 37 facilities around U.S.

2018 Jeep Grand Cherokee vs. midsize crossovers and SUVs: How they compare on paper

Junkyard Gem: 1996 Chevrolet Caprice Classic 9C1 Police Car

Car Throttle

7 Hilariously Mad Racing Hacks That Were All The Work Of One Man

Audi RS3 Vs BMW M2 Vs Mercedes-AMG A45: What's The Best 'Junior' Posh Performance Car?

10 Awesome Cars Added To The Car Throttle Garage In March

Should Car Enthusiasts Still Hate The Chrysler Crossfire?

E30 M3 And Tsukuba Part Of GT Sport's Latest Update

Electrek

Tesla confirms Autopilot was activated during fatal crash under investigation after reviewing data logs

Electrek Podcast: Tesla solar roof back into focus, big week for self-driving cars, Model 3 production, and more

Green Deals: WORX WG719 Electric Lawn Mower $152 shipped (Reg. $200), more

Self-driving Chevy Bolt EV test car gets a ticket for not yielding to pedestrian, GM contests

Major automakers team up to launch electric vehicle marketing effort in the Northeast

Inside EVs

Norway Eyes Electric Aircraft As Next Form Of Electric Transport

Lincoln Confirms 2019 Launch Of Aviator PHEV, Will Look Like Concept

UPDATE: Tesla Says Autopilot Was Activated During Fatal Tesla Model X Crash

BYD Sold Over 8,000 Plug-In Electric Cars In China In February

Subaru Re-Invents EV Testing By Simulating Actual Road Conditions

Jalopnik

Formula E Won't Have To Swap Cars Mid-Race Next Season

Make Flying Slightly Less Terrible With Our Readers' Favorite Travel Pillow

Tesla Says Autopilot Was On Before Fatal Model X Crash, But That Driver Didn’t Abide Warnings

U.S. Labor Agency Files Amended Complaint Against Tesla For Alleged Worker Rights Violations

Once Again It’s The Car Time

Motortrend

2019 Bentley Bentayga V-8 First Drive

Refreshing or Revolting: 2019 Toyota RAV4

Auto Showdown: 2019 Nissan Altima vs. 2018 Honda Accord

McLaren 570S Spider Track Pack Loses 73 Pounds

Jaguar Will Probably Kill off the F-Type R

Reddit Cars

2018 Tesla Model 3 Long Range (Car and Driver Review)

What stories do you guys have of doing stupid shit in cars from the good old days?

The Kai concept holds Mazda’s internal combustion future

Someone Just Paid $22,750 for an 18-Year Old Civic

This Original-Owner 1968 Shelby G.T. 500KR Never Sees a Trailer

Sunday Times Driving

Lotto winner rewards himself with new car… but it’s not what you might expect

The Clarkson Review: 2018 Kia Stinger GT S

Tesla owners facing extended wait for repairs

Rapist taxi driver John Worboys to remain in prison after release decision overturned

Top tips to deal with your driving nerves this bank holiday weekend

The Car Connection

2018 Lexus ES

2018 Lexus LX

2018 Lexus LC

2018 Lexus LS 500

2018 Lexus GS

The CarGurus Blog

Recap: Here’s What We Saw at the New York Auto Show

CarGurus Now Lets Shoppers Search for Carsby Engine Sound

Top Headlines From March 24 – 30

Automotive Easter Eggs: Cars with Hidden Surprises

5 Things We’re Looking Forward to at NYIAS

The Torque Report

BMW to launch ‘Access by BMW’ subscription service

Honda to idle Accord production for almost two weeks

Jaguar XE SVR isn’t in the cards

Lincoln Aviator will look almost identical to the concept

Cadillac will release a new vehicle every six months by 2022

The Truth About Cars

Mid-size Refresh: 2019 Kia Optima

Bark’s Bites: New York’s Greatest Misses

Toyota Discovers Bigger Pistons Aren’t Better, Issues Camry Recall

EPA Readies Rollback of Fuel Efficiency Regulations

Amid Stock Slide, Tesla Issues Largest Recall to Date