#prisoner 001 x reader

[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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[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Just Say You Had A Bad Dream

Player 001 x Reader [SMUT] 📸

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Note: you guys know each other from High School.

You woke up a prison room. Not like the guy at the train station advertised AT ALL. Beds lined the walls, with you could only assume 500 people fluttering around, in the same confused state as you. You looked at the giant X and O that marked the floor along with the dividing line. You stretched, muscles tensing as you did.

Some dudes in pink walked in with masked shapes and all of a sudden the room confusion was broken and turned into angry shouting. You saw names and faces on a screen above them, including their debt. You prayed yours wouldn’t show, a cool ₩10.9 million would’ve been embarrassing until you heard a shocking number.

“10 billion won” the room went silent. All looking around for the guy who somehow racked up that much. Silence was quickly broken by him brandishing his debt. You rolled your eyes and laid back down.

Time Skip:

Voting time. After that first game, you were intrigued, wanting to know what else there was to play. The death hadn’t scared you a bit, after all, instructions were clear: move AFTER ‘red light’ and you’re dead. Just like in the real game, you’re out.

“Player 013” your number was called as you walked to go press the O button, regardless of the X’s trying to get you to change your mind. You stood quietly in the back awaiting dinner or bed time, you were hungry and tired. Fuck this you thought, I just wanna eat.

“Player 001” you turned and saw none other than Hwang In Ho. When he joined your vote he joined your group until the pink guys were gone.

He seemed to make friends quickly with another guy, some guy who was screaming earlier during Red Light Green Light. You stood behind him in line for dinner.

“No Fucking way. Hwang In Ho???” You said surprised when he turned his face.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” He looks at you alarmed.

“I’m here to play the game” you say coolly.

“How did you- why- how did you get here?” He asks sternly, pulling you aside.

“Uh same way you did?” You shrug.

“No no no no” he whispers quietly looking around seemingly towards the guards and cameras. “(Y/n), you can’t be here”

“Why not In Ho”

“You can’t call me that either”

You look at him. “Why not?”

“I can’t explain now, but I will eventually. Call me something else.” He looked towards that screaming guy before looking back at you.

“geoboki (turtle)?”

“Seriously, (y/n)?” He deadpans. “You haven’t called me that since high school.” You giggle.

“Well if I can’t call you by your real name, I’ll call you by your nickname, turtle boy” you poke him.

“You know, I really do miss you” he sighs finally. “Look do me a favor, approach me while I’m sitting with those guys later, I’ll make sure you survive” he grabs his food and walks away. Survive? Why would I need him to survive.

Time Skip: Later that Night.

“Come on, dude, I hate to be the one but I have to pee” you say as the pink guy shuts the window. “Fuck this” you say. You hadn’t used the bathroom all day, guess it was too much adrenaline coursing through you before you finally settled down.

“Hey, don’t you hear the lady? She has to pee.” You heard In Hos voice come out from behind you. “Matter of fact, so do I, open up” he bangs on the door. The door soon opened.

“Thanks geoboki” you whisper.

“Listen I need to talk to you” he pulls you into the men’s bathroom and drags you to a stall. “Look, be mad all you want and hate me later but I’m the only chance you’ve got at surviving this shit.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I run them.” He says. “I am the Frontman. They can’t kill me, I am their boss” he searches your face for a clue on what you’re thinking.

“So if I stay with you, I can survive?” He nods. “Okay.” You shrug. “I’m assuming I’m sworn to secrecy?”

“Yes, (y/n)” you nod slowly.

“Can I ask a question?” He raises an eyebrow. “What’re the policies about sex in a bathroom stall?”

“What?”

“We’ve done it once, back in junior year, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember” he smiles faintly as he remembers.

“Just while we’re in here for old times sake” you smile as you press your lips against his. He returns the kiss tilting his head to deepen it further. He sat on the toilet and pulled you onto his lap, you ran your hands through his hair.

“My God, your kisses haven’t changed” he groans before reattaching his lips to yours. He begs entry into your mouth with his tongue, you denied him. You feel him wrap his arms around you and pull you into his erection that’s in the middle of a war with his pants. Pulling a moan from you before pushing his tongue in your mouth.

“Talk about not changing, you pulled the same move on me 15 years later” he chuckles kissing you again. His hand slips into your pants, shoving a finger right into your core. His finger presses on your g-spot, rubbing against it. You feel his thumb tease your clit, having found it by memory. “No, no, I want you” you moan out.

“Then it’s me you’re getting.” He growls, standing up. He pushes his pants down and pulls your down. You kick off your shoes so you can free yourself. He picks you up and slams you against the stall. Dropping you on his angry cock. A guttural groan comes from inside his chest. “Fuck, why are you so tight?”

“Saving myself for you” you joke. He begins pounding into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving HICKIES on every bare square inch. You moan as he does, raking your fingers through his hair, you reach down into his shirt and dig your claws in.

“Oh god, (y/n), please. I want them to bleed” he groans as he fucks you. He angles and begins hitting your gspot, you nails dragging down his back as he did.

“I’m gonna cum” you groan as he kisses your lips. “Fuck I’m gonna cum”

“Hold it, I’m not done using your pussy yet. It feels too good”

“No no no don’t make me hold it. I can’t hold it” you say erratically. Beginning to lose your grip on reality as your close your eyes and see the entire alignment of the planets behind them.

“I said fucking hold it. I’m close but I’m not done” he growls. He presses his lips to yours again as he starts to moan. You share moans as you both near the climax. “Fuck” he drawls. He thrusts impossibly harder into you. “(Y/n) we’re gonna cum at the same time, I fucking swear. Count down to 5” he says into your neck as he moans.

“5” you say, your voice high and whiny”

“4- fuck I’m gonna come I’m gonna cum” he repeats before making a final thrust into you. You wrap your legs around him to keep them from shaking, feeling the knot inside you finally release, he lets out a few guttural moans as he thrusts slightly and empties himself into your pulsing pussy. You begin to hear your mixed juices hitting the floor in drops as you kiss each other. Heatedly making out yet again, his cock still inside of you. He sits down on the toilet with you on him as you both sigh heavily, your head dazily falling onto his shoulder.

“Holy fuck, I missed you”

“Yeah, I fucking missed you too” he replies pulling hair out of your face.

After getting cleaned up, the pair of you shamefully walk back into the room. Walking to your beds which were by the group of newly found friends were sleeping soundly.

He sat on his bed, gearing up to lay down and sleep the remainder of the night. As you turned to your bed, you felt his hand grip your wrist and pull you into his bed.

“What if they see us cuddled together in the morning” you jokingly as his arms wrapped around you.

“Just say you had a bad dream” he yawns and pulls you into his chest, spooning you. You quickly fall asleep in his arms.

[party-snake]

A sweet reunion

Sebastian solace x Fem! reader

This was just a little something I thought up after playing the game all day 🥰 enjoy.

What if there was an au were you guys reunited after he got taken away from you?

Tw: Angst, separated lovers, talks about death (no-one dies dw) reunited lovers, tooth aching fluff.

This was written for the people who have already played Pressure. I have not finished it myself, But there will be spoilers for Sebastian's file as well as doors '001' - '047' I highly suggest you play Pressure before you read this.

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Life after Sebastian got convicted just wasn't the same. Your room felt empty without his warm body next to yours, dinner felt lonely. Lonely. You were so. so lonely. He was your love, your boyfriend. You wanted to marry that man. But, then he got convicted of 9 counts of murder.

You were devastated, to say the least. He was brought to court and tried. Found guilty, and sentenced to death by electric chair. You would never see him again. That day after the trial, you did nothing but cry in your bed. Your love, your life, taken. Just like that.

A few years later, you got convicted as well. You were sent down to Hadal Blacksite along with a few other prisoners.

You step into the waiting area and the head director gives you instructions over the radio. Looking around the large area and watch as several people walk into the submarines, taking them away to Hadal Blacksite. 'A death wish' You thought. A small snack bar catches your eye on the opposite side of the dock.

You trail over to it, spotting the several snacks and bottled waters. "Hi! How may I help you?" A small cat person appears from behind the counter and startles you slightly. "Can I get a water and a sandwich please?" You point at the turkey and cheese sandwich behind her. "Of course." She turns around and grabs your snack and water.

You tap your nails against the counter and she turns back with your load. That's when you spot the sugar cookie. Neatly wrapped in pretty pink packaging. Sugar cookies. That was Sebastian's favorite. You smile as you think of him. "Could I also get two sugar cookies?"

The submarine is dark as you step into it. The door folds and slams shut behind you. And down you go. You press a button on the control panel and the sub whisks you up to the surface.

The doors open and you step out onto the open dock. Grey and blue walls surround you with several crates and a forklift. A desk next to a door marked '001' in bright green lettering. Walking up to it, your fingers graze the slot where a keycard should go. 'Locked.' You turn around walk a few steps, ducking under a crate. On the other side is a few desks and a keycard on one of them.

You grab it a return to the door, sliding the keycard in the slot. It slids open with a beep and you walk into the next room. 'One down, 99 more to go.'

Along the way you had encounters with several monsters. A shark with several green eyes, and an Angler fish that you had to hide from. Your heart was pounding as your feet shakely carried you to door '47' It slid open to a dark room. The flashlight you had picked up flickers to life and you point it around the room. 'Good, no more of those squid things.' The grate on the side of the room is flund with a crash and you jump.

"Stranger, over here." A deep voice speaks. A shiver runs up your spine as you walk over to the grate. The voice is familiar to you somehow, but how? It couldn't be... could it? You crawl your way through the grate and come into a small room.

It was dark when you entered, standing up completely and stretching your arms above you. A small light flickers on in the coner of the room and you look up towards the source. "Welcome. Welcome! Don't worry i'm not going to hurt yo-" Wait. "Sebastian?" You say, cutting him off.

"Ah, Yes?" He pauses, a little confused. "How did you know my name?" You grab at the diving gear and pull it off your head. As your eyes met his, they widen. "Sweetheart?" He says shakely. Your eyes swim with tears as you two stare at each other for a while " I-I thought you were... you were dead." You sob out.

It had to be him. The short black hair, the voice, his mannerisms. He leans foward, putting two of his arms on the ground, putting another to your face, feeling your skin and wiping away a tear. You laugh and kiss at his hand. He smiles and chuckles softly. "Hi hun." He finally says. Putting hand on his, you lean foward, closing the distance and kissing him sweetly.

Warmth, love, finally. You'd found him. After all this time. You have him back. He pulls away and laughs. "Looks like someone missed me." You puff out your cheeks. "Of course I did. I thought you were dead!" He shrugs. "That's fair." You look over his body, his angler fish light, the gills, the large tail. Three arms?! "What happened?" A frown appears over his smile and he looks away.

An hour or so passes as he explains to you what happened after he was convicted. You sit on his tail, eating your sandwich. You can't imagine what he had to go through, the scientists, the pain from the DNA. All of it. You felt terrible. "So... yeah. That's what happened." You frown as you look at him.

"But it's okay. I've found you. I'm still alive." You finish the last of your sandwich and pull out the two cookies. A hand comes up to wipe your mouth and unwraps the two cookies. "Do you still like sugar cookies?" Your eyes met again. Shock appears in his eyes and he nods. "You remembered?"

"Of course I did love." A giddy smile is on his face before you can blink. "I haven't had a cookie in so long..." He leans down slightly and he opens his mouth. The sharp teeth scare you bit, but you giggle anyway. You make an airplane sound and wave it towards his mouth.

His teeth bite down around the cookie and he licks his lips. The flavour is sweet. The soft texture of the frosting and the crumble of the cookie itself is just... delicious. He almost cries. His hand comes fowards to take the rest of it from you. You place it on his hand and smile. He returns it.

"I love you." He says. You're stunned for a second before tears return to your eyes. "I love you too Sebastian." You say, taking a bite out of your cookie.

[brights-place]

Hexes & Hushes — MASTERLIST This series is on my social from WATTPAD so if you wanna read the full book check out my WATTPAD in my sociasl! also thanks to the people who voted for which TWST x reader you wanted which ended up being raven queen you can see it in this Post STATUS: Undone START: 24/1/2025 END: ??/??/?? Mostly Uploaded on Wattpad First

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: Hexes and hushes, whispers and tales of those around come one and all too a world of mages and magic pulled into the mirror from where you were once safe and held a reputation. Welcome to Twisted Wonderland

SUMMARY: [Name] Queen daughter of the evil queen after everything that has happened in ever after. She is not evil or even mean. She is kind and considerate with a sarcastic side born from frustration over her unjust reputation. When people try to socialize with her, she is skeptic about their intentions, but not so much that it limits her ability to make new friends.

She is not the first student to dislike where her story is taking her, but she is the only one in her class to take actions towards free will: starting with the small step of pursuing her love of music, a subject usually reserved for good princesses. After the chaos that was created she goes to have her usual chat with her mother yet something was peculiar in her mothers mirror prison it did not show anything but a hand that reached out.

Will she take it?

₊˙ ★﹗˚ ༘ Characters 01. Characters 02.

extras. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10

000. — ⋆˚࿔ Welcome‼ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 000. — ⋆˚࿔ 【⋆˚࿔ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝜗𝜚˚⋆】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

001. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.1 - 2】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

002. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.3 - 4】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 003. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Aftermath Of The Halls】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

004. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.5 - 7】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

005. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.8 - 9】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

006. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.10 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

007. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.11 - 13】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

008. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Headmasters office】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

009. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.14 - 16】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

010. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Prologue - Ch.17 - 20】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

1SC. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 The Ace up my sleeve 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

011. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 Notes and Stats 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

012. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.1-4 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

013. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.5-8 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

014. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.9-10 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

2SC. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

015. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant - Ch.11-20 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

016. — ⋆˚࿔ 【Rose Red Tyrant🥀  - Ch.21-27 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

017. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 🐇𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 🌹  - Ch.28 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

018. — ⋆˚࿔ 【 Notes and Stats 】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

more chapters TBA.

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[player279achlys]

The golden rabbit's legacy (Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x fem! reader!)

Il-nam's granddaughter will prove herself worthy of being the next hostess, while someone becomes her loyal shadow.

EPILOGUE

Previous chapter: Chapter IX

Pairing: Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x Original!female!Character

Word count: 3,1k words.

Summary: In the shadow of her grandfather’s dark empire, Melinoe, a brilliant young woman in her early twenties, steps into a world of blood, betrayal, and power she was never meant to inherit. As the granddaughter of the infamous Oh Il-Nam, creator of the deadly Squid Games, she is thrust into a brutal legacy that demands she not only survive but thrive as its new hostess. Determined to honor her family’s name and prove herself worthy of the golden rabbit mask, she designs games more cunning and lethal than any before.

But power comes at a cost. Beneath her calculated exterior lies a woman haunted by guilt, trauma, and the faces of those she has condemned to die. And at her side stands Hwang In-Ho, the enigmatic Front Man—older than her, cold, and feared by all, except for her. Since the day he learned of her existence, In-Ho has been deeply, obsessively in love with Melinoe. His devotion is as intense as it is toxic, a tangled mix of desire and protectiveness that pushes him to control every aspect of her life.

As Melinoe rises to prominence, she finds herself navigating not only the deadly games but also the dangerous allure of In-Ho. Their relationship is a powder keg of suppressed emotions, forbidden passion, and fraught power dynamics. He would destroy anyone who comes close to her—including a charming, younger VIP who flirts with her one too many times. Yet, while In-Ho dreams of keeping her safe in his arms, Melinoe dreams of reshaping the games into something darker and more just—her own twisted vision of justice against the world’s worst offenders.

When the 33rd Squid Games begin, everything changes. With her grandfather entering the arena as Player 001 and Gi-Hun as Player 456, the games take on unprecedented stakes. As alliances crumble and bodies fall, Melinoe must contend with the weight of her grandfather’s legacy, the manipulations of the VIPs, and the unrelenting obsession of the man who would burn the world for her.

Will Melinoe rise as the queen of the games, or will the bonds of obsession and love be the end of her?

Warnings: MDNI!!!, Afab!, angst. Sexual language. Fear of losing someone. Smut (light kinda), grumpy x sunshine, dark romance, age gap, possessive, obsessed, paranoid and dominant In-Ho, daddy issues, yandere behaviour, jealousy, violence, murder, typical squid game stuff.

English isn’t my first language, if there are any mistakes, please forgive me. :)

The island was cloaked in its perpetual shroud of secrecy, the heavy sea air laden with an omnipresent foreboding. The aftermath of the games echoed in the minds of its survivors and orchestrators alike, but for Hwang In-Ho, the true game had just begun. He paced the control room, the sharp lines of his mask betraying none of the storm that raged within. Each monitor displayed fragments of the island's routines—the guards patrolling in crimson, the prisoners cleaning the bloodied arenas, and, on one screen, Melinoe.

She sat in her private suite, oblivious to his gaze. Her slender frame was draped in a black satin robe, her hazel-amber eyes scanning a book she held in her delicate hands. Even through the grainy footage, she was mesmerizing—a beacon in a world of chaos. In-Ho’s gloved fingers hovered over the console, aching to reach for her. To hold her. To make her forget everything but him.

But his thoughts were disrupted by the faint beep of an incoming alert. His brother had arrived.

Detective Hwang Jun-Ho had been a relentless shadow to Seoul’s criminal underworld for years, and his most recent pursuit was no different. His target: a convicted murderer who had escaped justice with the help of powerful connections. When Jun-Ho tracked the man to a dock at 3 a.m., the pieces began to fall into place. The whispers he had dismissed as urban legend—stories of a deadly game hosted on a hidden island—suddenly felt disturbingly real.

From the cramped quarters of the cargo hold on the ship to the island, Jun-Ho had kept his presence hidden. But as the ship docked and he saw the guards in their eerie crimson uniforms, the magnitude of the conspiracy became clear. He vowed to dismantle it, no matter the cost.

What Jun-Ho hadn’t expected was her.

Melinoe had stepped into the open courtyard for a moment of quiet. The moonlight bathed her figure, highlighting her sharp cheekbones and the defiant curve of her lips. She wore a flowing dress of deep emerald, a stark contrast to the island’s cold sterility. It was as if she were untouched by the darkness that surrounded her. 

Jun-Ho froze as he rounded the corner, his breath catching in his throat. She turned her head slightly, and their eyes met. It was brief—just a flicker of a glance—but it was enough to ensnare him. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen. A force of nature in human form.

For the first time since arriving on the island, Jun-Ho hesitated. He was here to destroy the games, to expose the horrors to the world. But the thought of harming her, of seeing her hurt—it was unbearable.

He didn’t know that In-Ho was watching.

From the surveillance room, In-Ho’s gloved fist slammed onto the console, the sharp crack echoing through the empty chamber. His brother’s face was unmistakable. It wasn’t just the sight of Jun-Ho that sent a spike of fury through him; it was the way Jun-Ho looked at Melinoe. Like a moth drawn to her flame. Like a starved man looking at a feast. A man who wanted what he couldn’t have.

In-Ho couldn’t bear it. He had spent years protecting Melinoe, sacrificing everything to ensure she remained his. And now, his brother—a man who shared his blood—dared to covet her?

The thought of anyone touching her, loving her, was intolerable. But his brother? It was betrayal on a level that made In-Ho’s chest burn with rage.

He made his decision then and there. Jun-Ho had to die.

The confrontation happened in the shadows of the arena, the steel walls damp with condensation from the sea air. In-Ho had removed his mask, his face a mask of cold fury. Jun-Ho stood opposite him, his weapon drawn but his stance uncertain.

“In-Ho,” Jun-Ho began, his voice laced with disbelief. “You’re alive. And… you’re part of this?”

“I’m more than part of it,” In-Ho replied, his tone devoid of emotion. “I’m its master.”

Jun-Ho’s eyes narrowed. “Then you’re a monster. These games—they’re an abomination. How could you—”

“You don’t understand,” In-Ho cut him off, his voice low and dangerous. “This world is cruel, Jun-Ho. It’s chaos. These games… they bring order.”

“Order?” Jun-Ho spat. “You call this order? Killing people for sport? For money?”

“You’ve already lost, brother,” In-Ho said, stepping closer. “You don’t belong here. And you don’t belong near her.”

Jun-Ho’s brow furrowed. “Her? You mean… The lady? She’s a victim in this, isn’t she? She doesn’t have to—”

“She’s mine,” In-Ho growled, his composure slipping. “You don’t get to speak of her. You don’t get to look at her.”

Jun-Ho’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “You’re obsessed with her. This… this isn’t love, In-Ho. It’s madness.”

“Yes, it is madness,” In-Ho hissed. Knowing that was Melinoe’s meaning: madness. And without another word, he lunged.

The fight was brutal. In-Ho moved with the precision of a man who had spent years mastering control, but Jun-Ho fought with the desperation of someone who had everything to lose. The clang of metal against metal echoed through the arena as their weapons clashed. But In-Ho’s rage made him relentless, and eventually, he overpowered his brother.

As Jun-Ho lay on the cold floor, blood pooling beneath him, he looked up at In-Ho with a mixture of sorrow and defiance. “She’ll see you for what you are,” he whispered. “A monster.”

In-Ho knelt beside him, his voice cold and steady. “She’ll never know.” And with a final thrust, it was over.

That night, In-Ho returned to Melinoe’s quarters, his hands still trembling from the confrontation. She greeted him with a soft smile, oblivious to the storm that brewed inside him. He crossed the room in long strides, pulling her into a fierce embrace.

“In-Ho,” she murmured, startled by his intensity. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, his voice rough. “Just… don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she reassured him, but he silenced her with a kiss.

The tension between them erupted like a dam breaking. His lips were demanding, his hands roaming over her body as if trying to erase the memory of his brother’s gaze on her. She responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, her breath hitching as he lifted her onto the bed.

Their lovemaking was fierce, a tempest of passion and anger and love. He worshiped her with every touch, every kiss, his devotion evident in the way he murmured her name like a prayer. She clung to him, matching his intensity, her whispered reassurances soothing the storm within him.

When it was over, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths mingling. In-Ho pressed a kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “No one will ever take you from me.”

Melinoe looked up at him, her hazel-amber eyes filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. “And you’re mine,” she replied softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek.

For the first time that night, In-Ho allowed himself to believe it. She was his. And no one—not even his own brother—could ever take her away.

The room was bathed in the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the slats of the blinds. In-Ho sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at his gloves. Blood—his brother’s blood—still stained his thoughts, though it had long since been scrubbed from his skin. The act had been necessary, inevitable. That’s what he told himself. But no amount of logic could quell the churning storm inside him.

Behind him, Melinoe stirred, her hand reaching out to touch the broad plane of his back. Her voice, soft and laced with concern, broke the heavy silence. “You’re restless tonight.”

“I’m fine,” he replied curtly, though the tension in his voice betrayed him.

She sat up, the satin sheets pooling around her waist, and leaned into him, her bare skin brushing against his. “Don’t lie to me,” she said quietly, her tone gentle yet firm. “I can feel it. Something’s wrong.”

In-Ho turned his head slightly, enough to see her out of the corner of his eye. Her beauty, even in the dim light, was almost otherworldly. She was his salvation, his undoing. But how could he confess what he had done? How could he tell her that he had killed his own brother—not to protect the games, not even for the sake of the island, but because of her? Because the mere idea of Jun-Ho wanting her, touching her, had driven him mad?

“It’s nothing,” he said again, his voice softer this time. “Just… the weight of it all.”

She frowned, clearly unconvinced, but didn’t press further. Instead, she slid her arms around him, her touch grounding him in a way nothing else could. “You carry so much, In-Ho,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his shoulder. “You don’t have to bear it alone.”

He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. She didn’t know the depth of his devotion, the lengths he would go to ensure her safety, her happiness. And she never would. Some truths were too dark to share, even with her.

But the weight of his guilt—the love and madness intertwining like a strangling vine—was too much to keep buried. Slowly, he turned to face her, his dark eyes searching hers. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t hesitate. “With everything.”

His chest tightened at her response, a painful ache blooming beneath his ribs. How could she trust him so completely when he was little more than a monster wearing the guise of a man? But her faith in him was unwavering, and he clung to it like a lifeline.

Without warning, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was slow and deliberate, an unspoken apology for the darkness that clung to him. She responded with equal tenderness, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.

The kiss deepened, and the room seemed to shrink around them. In-Ho’s hands roamed over her body, his touch both reverent and possessive. He wanted to lose himself in her, to drown out the memories of what he had done with the warmth of her skin, the softness of her sighs.

Melinoe’s back met the mattress as he pressed her down, his weight grounding her. She welcomed him without hesitation, her body arching into his as if to remind him that she was here, alive, and his. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only her—her warmth, her breath, her heart beating in time with his.

Their lovemaking was slower this time, though no less intense. He worshiped her with every touch, every kiss, as though trying to etch the memory of her into his very soul. She whispered his name like a prayer, her hands gripping his shoulders as they moved together in perfect harmony.

When it was over, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, the silence between them heavy but comforting. Melinoe rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns along his skin. “You don’t have to carry it all alone,” she said again, her voice soft but insistent.

In-Ho tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I know,” he lied, his heart aching with the weight of the truth he couldn’t share.

Days passed, the island settling into its usual rhythm. The aftermath of the games had been meticulously cleaned, the bloodstains wiped away as though they had never existed. But In-Ho couldn’t escape the ghost of his brother, whose presence lingered in the corners of his mind like an unwelcome guest.

He found himself drawn to the surveillance room more often than usual, watching Melinoe as she navigated her role with grace and authority. She had become the queen of the island, her every move calculated yet effortless. The players feared her, the VIPs admired her, and the guards obeyed her without question.

She was untouchable.

But that didn’t stop In-Ho from keeping a watchful eye. His obsession with her had grown stronger since Jun-Ho’s death, the loss fueling his determination to keep her safe at all costs. No one would threaten her—not the players, not the VIPs, and certainly not anyone who dared to covet her as his brother had.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, Melinoe entered the surveillance room. She approached him with quiet confidence, her hazel-amber eyes studying him intently.

“In-Ho,” she said, her voice steady. “You’ve been distant.”

He turned to face her, his mask concealing the flicker of guilt that crossed his face. “I’ve been… preoccupied.”

“With what?” she pressed, stepping closer. “You’re not the same. Something’s changed.”

He hesitated, the weight of his secret threatening to crush him. But instead of confessing, he reached for her, pulling her into his arms. “I’m fine,” he murmured, his voice low. “As long as I have you, I’m fine.”

Melinoe didn’t push further. She rested her head against his chest, her arms wrapping around him. For now, that was enough.

But deep down, In-Ho knew the truth: his love for her, his obsession, would never let him rest. And though he had killed his brother to protect her, the shadows of that act would haunt him forever.

She was his light in the darkness. But even light casts shadows.

As the weeks passed, the island seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief after the conclusion of the games. But within the walls of the control center, Hwang In-Ho’s torment festered. He watched Melinoe closely, ensuring she remained unharmed, unchallenged, and unaware of the truth.

Yet his guilt over Jun-Ho’s death began to manifest in subtle ways—his restless pacing, the tightening of his jaw whenever he thought of his brother’s final words, the sleepless nights spent staring at the monitors. Despite his outward control, his mind was a battlefield.

Melinoe noticed. She always noticed.

One evening, she found him in the control room, staring at a screen displaying a feed from the now-empty arena. The stark gray walls and bloodstained floors were a haunting reminder of what they both had endured. She approached him silently, her steps light, but he sensed her presence and turned before she could speak.

“In-Ho,” she began, her tone both questioning and firm. “You’ve been here for hours.”

He regarded her for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable behind the geometric mask. “I had things to review,” he replied curtly.

“Lies don’t suit you,” she said, crossing her arms. “Something’s eating at you. Tell me.”

He stiffened, the weight of her words striking a nerve. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Melinoe’s expression softened, and she reached out to touch his arm. “You don’t have to shut me out, In-Ho. Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

Her touch was both a balm and a dagger, soothing his frayed nerves while reminding him of the secret he carried. He wanted to tell her, to unburden himself, but how could he confess to killing his own brother out of jealousy? Out of love for her? The mere thought made his chest tighten.

Instead, he shook his head, gently removing her hand from his arm. “You wouldn’t understand,” he said quietly.

She frowned, hurt flashing across her face. “Try me.”

In-Ho hesitated, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ve done things,” he said finally, his voice low and strained. “Things I can’t take back. For you.”

“For me?” she repeated, confusion lacing her tone.

“Yes,” he said, his voice growing firmer. “For you, Melinoe. Everything I’ve done—everything I’ve sacrificed—it’s all been for you.”

Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t pull away. “In-Ho… what are you talking about? What have you done?”

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken truths. Finally, he said, “I protected you. That’s all you need to know.”

But Melinoe wasn’t satisfied. She stepped closer, her eyes searching his. “Protected me from what?”

“From anyone who would harm you,” he replied, his tone darkening. “From anyone who would dare take you from me.”

The intensity in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to push further, to demand answers, but a part of her was afraid of what she might uncover. Instead, she reached up to remove his mask, her fingers trembling slightly as she revealed his face.

His dark eyes met hers, and for a moment, she saw the man beneath the façade—the man who loved her with an all-consuming devotion, who had built walls around himself to protect her. She cupped his cheek, her touch gentle, and whispered, “You don’t have to fight alone anymore.”

In-Ho closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “You’re the only thing that keeps me going,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “Without you, there’s nothing.”

She pulled him into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere, In-Ho. I’m yours.”

The words sent a surge of emotion through him, and he crushed her against him, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. She responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lifted her onto the console, their bodies pressed together as though trying to erase the distance between them.

The tension that had been building between them for weeks erupted in a fevered passion. In-Ho’s hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and reverent. Melinoe gasped as he tugged her closer, his kisses trailing down her neck and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“In-Ho,” she murmured, her voice heavy with need. “I’m here. I’m yours.”

Her words fueled him, his movements growing more urgent as he claimed her. He wanted to mark her, to remind himself—and the world—that she belonged to him. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as they moved together, their breaths mingling as they surrendered to the intensity of their emotions.

It was rough but intimate, a collision of love and obsession that left them both breathless. When it was over, they remained tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts pounding in unison.

In-Ho rested his forehead against hers, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “You’re my everything,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

Melinoe smiled softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “And I’ll stand by you, no matter what.”

But as they lay together in the quiet aftermath, In-Ho couldn’t shake the shadow of Jun-Ho’s final words: She’ll see you for what you are.

He tightened his hold on her, vowing silently that she would never know. She was his light, his salvation. And if keeping her meant carrying the weight of his sins alone, he would do it gladly.

For her, he would endure anything.

Even the ghosts of his own making.

And that’s a wrap! What a journey!

I didn't know I could be so obsessed as an adult until my Lee Byung-Hun obsession came back since 2021 (I was 20, now 23 ahhahaha).

Anyways, like always.

I love you, Achlys.

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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

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STARTED: 01.11.24

FINISHED: 04.07.24

#forgive but never forget series

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[captainlunaxmen]

All for the Cameras

Chapter 13

Finnick Odair x Fem!reader

Yeah... I thought I could manage everything in one last chapter, but unfortunately, I can't... so this is the chapter before the big finale😅

I hope you guys like it.🤞🏻

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Chapter summary: ready to enter the Capitol

Chapter warnings: deaths, blood, violence, Hunger Games trauma.

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I follow Boggs, along Cressida and her crew, to join the others and I instantly notice Finnick standing with Katniss.

I send him a questioning look and he just smiles at me, making me divert my eyes immediately.

"Gather 'round." Bogg instructures, "squad 451, you're my unit. Lieutenant Jackson is my second in command. Each one of you is elite in some form of combat and strategy. But we are a non-combat unit. So we'll be following fay's behind the frontline troops." He explains.

"You're to be the on-screen faces of the invasion." Cressida adds, "the star squad. It's been decided that you're most effective when seen by the masses."

I see the disappointment Katniss, but I can't help to feel relieved. I'm not sure I'm strong enough to fight... not yet at least.

"We're not gonna fight?" Gale asks.

"You'll do whatever you're ordered to, soldier." Boogs replies harshly, "it's not your job to ask questions."

"Yes, sir."

"Our instructions are to shoot propaganda footage on the battle-scarred streets of the Capitol. You were handpicked to intimidate their forces.

"Maybe inspire surrenders too." I add, sighing, "just keep in mind that we're in a war-zone. So, even though our job is to look good on screen, we're not out of danger. Active pods, peacekeepers, any sort of traps... keep it in mind and watch your steps."

"You're considered high-value targets to the Capitol." Boggs keeps explaining, "in the event of capture, you'll be given a nighlock pill, a poison that acts immediately." He takes out a little box and gives it to Jackson, "lieutenant Jackson, do the honors."

"It's... better... it's better than being a prisoner there." I remark. I keep my eyes on Jackson giving the pills to everybody.

"I already briefed you on the pods. I remind you, they are on every block. Our unit has been given a Holo." He them proceeds to turn it on, "a database that contains a detailed map of the Capitol and a list of every known pod." And a digital map appears as he explains, "these pods can trigger anything from bombs to traps to mutts.we cannot move without this device. There's no guarantee that our database is complete. There could be new pods that we're not aware of. Because we don't want the Gamemakers to know we have this Intel, it has a self-destruct on it. You flip the switch say 'nightlock' three times, and it blows itself and anything within a ten-foot radius. Stay within our unit."

"But even with this, they might have set new pods. Deadly, for sure." I confirm everyone's suspects.

I look towards Finnick, he nods reassuringly at me and I take a breath before everyone gets to gather their things and finally set off.

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It's surreal walking down the streets of the Capitol now, when they're so empty and... grey. It somehow makes me sad, I used to focus on the colours and lights to escape my reality, and seeing it without those distraction makes me realise how real this is.

"There's pod." Boggs says, snapping me out of my daze. "Let's take cover."

We gather together, near a destroyed statue.

"Shoot through those two buildings. " He tells Katniss.

Before she could actually comply Cressida and her troupe takes places to frame the moment. I can just tell how annoying it must be for Katniss. She clearly got a plan of her own and we are only standing in her way.

Katniss finally shoots her arrow through the buildings and blazes and explosions start erupting from the buildings

"That was fun." I comment dryly.

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"What do you think they're whispering about?" Finnick murmurs beside me, pointing at Katniss and Gale.

"Probably how to get through the city on their own." I tell him, my eyes focused on my bottle. "They can't, though. Not without the Holo."

"I don't thing that it could stop her." He says.

"Neither do I" I agree.

Suddenly the noise of a vehicle approaching makes everybody stand up.

"Is that peacekeepers?"

"451 to base." Jackson calls though the walkie, "we've got a truck coning in from the south, over." While we cautiously get close to it, "coy that. Over." She ends the communication, "stand down, everyone. It's friendly." She informs us

"Great..." I mutter as we all watch the truck stop and wait for it to reveal its purpose.

The back of the truck opens and someone is helped getting off it.

When suddenly we see none other than Peeta walking towards us, escorted by two soldiers, Katniss immediately grabs an arrow ready to point it at him.

"Easy, Katniss." I tell her.

I notice Peeta muttering some as he gets closer. But as he gets closer, indeed, Katniss points at him.

"Okay, stop!" Gale tells him, gun in hand.

"Hold up." Finnick moves forward, before I could even thing about it, "everyone relax."

"Put the gun down, will you?" I say to Gale as I follow Finnick to Peeta.

"Jackson, cuff him." Boggs says he gets back to our made-up shelter.

"I'll do it." I offer, Jackson gives me a trusting look before giving me the cuffs. "Thank you." I turn to Peeta and carefully walk closer. "It's just a precaution, okay, Peeta? No need to worry. Once we know what's going on we'll free you. Okay?"

He shakes as he nods his head keeping muttering to himself.

"My name's Peeta Mellark. I'm from district 12." It's what he says.

"That's correct. Good job, Peeta." I tell him sweetly as I secure the handcuffs. "Keep that in mind."

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"Thay want us to add him to the propo, show that he's on our side now." Boggs explains, "move forward a few blocks tomorrow and shoot a new footage."

"He's not in control of himself." Gale says. I don't even care to hide me rolling my eyes.

"I'm not sure you have the competence to state that." I say, scoffing.

"I say we schedule an around-the-clock watch on him." Jackson proposes, "the Leegs till 1700. Homes and Mitchell till 1900."

"Give me a watch." Katniss says earning surprised look from almost everyone.

"Is it really came down to it, you think you could shoot him?" Jackson asks her.

"I wouldn't be shooting Peeta. But killing a Capitol mutt." She states.

"A Capitol mutt..." I repeat under my breath, before standing up, "Excuse me." I walk outside.

I take a moment of silence to gather my thoughts, I know she didn't mean it... or at least I hope she didn't. But it mirrors what everyone else thinks, we've been prisoners of the Capitol for enough time to give the enemy the opportunity to mess us up. Not everyone trust us, not everyone sees us as people anymore.

"Y/n..." I turn around, facing Finnick's worried face, "are you okay?"

"Yes, Finnick, I am." I say, more to convince myself than him.

"You realise I know when you lie, right?" He chuckles, "you know she doesn't mean it... even though she doesn't seem like it."

"Yes, I know... I know."

He considers me for a moment, his eyes tracing my face with such softess it's almost reassuring. Almost.

"You're scared the Capitol did a number on you." He states, heavy tone full of frustration.

"Stop knowing me so well." I force out a chuckle.

"Can't help it, my love." He says, standing beside me, I divert my eyes at the nickname, "and you still deserve the title, by the way."

"I'm trying to keep it in mind." I sadly smile, "not even sure what I feel myself anymore."

"Of course you're madly in love with me. My very presence makes your days so much brighter, "he starts saying, using a theatrical expression, "my eyes are the light of your life and..." he leans closer, "my lips are-"

"Okay, okay, keep telling yourself that, Odair." I chuckle taking a step away.

"I will, because I know it's true." He smiles brightly, "don't beat yourself up so much, I've honestly never expected you to return my feelings, and it's okay if you don't, I promise. Just like it's okay if you need time to figure it out."

"I guess.." I say, softly.

"C'mon, tell me what's going on in your head." He gently takes my hand.

"It's the same thing, Finnick, I just need to get it into my head." I try to wave it off.

"Nonsense," he makes me turn to face him, "if you need to talk about it a hundred times, we'll talk about it a hundred times. Okay?"

"It's not fair to you, Finnick." I insist, looking down at our feet.

"I decide it. I'm here for you. Always." He gently takes my chin and turn my face up to look at his. "Keep that in mind. Now talk to me."

I take a deep breath, looking around us.

"What... what if they fucked me up too much?" I whisper, keeping my breath steady, "what if I... I won't be able to... to feel like I did... I'm scared something could happen that could set me off like it happened with Peeta, as if they did something I'm not aware of... I dont want to hurt anyone, I don't want to hurt tou "

He immediately, almost instinctively, wraps his arms around me and I lean on him.

"You could never, okay?" He whispers, "never."

"But what if-"

"I promise you, you could never hurt me. Even if they did something you're not aware of. It would be their doing, not yours." He gently takes my face in his hands, "not yours. Okay?"

For the first time, I think, I look deeply into his eyes, the confidence I find is almost contagious.

"Okay." I nod, "Okay."

"Also..." he starts, "it's the first time you looked at me for more than 5 seconds, love." He says proudly, "they needed to put more effort if they wanted to fuck you up, you strong girl."

"Shut up." I jokingly push him off, feeling my face heat under his eyes.

"Yeah, keep trying, my love." He smirks.

We take a moment to laugh when Boggs walks to us.

"Good to see you're okay, L/n. It's time to get some rest before tomorrow." He nods back to the building, signaling us to follow him.

"Yes, sir." I say, and wait a moment for Finnick to move too and head to get some sleep.

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My, rather poor, sleep is interrupted by voices raising, so I sit up straighter and decide whether I should intervene or not.

"... enemy, target, mutt." It's Peeta, presumably talking to Katniss, "and now ally?" He sounds very frustrated, "yeah, I'll add that to the list of words I use to try to figure you out." In that moment he notices almost everyone is awake, Finnick sitting up near me."I'm sorry.. I just can't tell what's real and what's made up anymore."

"Then ask." Finnick tells him, without hesitation. "Y/n is slowly learning how too."

As Peeta looks at me I nod, reassuringly.

"Ask who?"

"Us." Jackson chimes in, "we're your unit now." She looks at me too, "both of you."

I give her a grateful smile.

"I know..." I start, "I know it's hard. You think you're being a burden, a weight people shouldn't feel." He looks away, that gives me the confirmation I need, "the night before the Quartel Quell you reminded me of the first night you spent at the Capitol. Do you remember that?" He nods, "you said you wanted to comfort me like I did, because I'm your friend. It wasn't a bother for you, like it wasn't a bother for me. I know your true self is still there, so, as a friend, believe me when I say that you're not a bother."

There's a small pause, he slightly nods his head then looks at Katniss.

"Your favourite color is green." He says, "is that real?"

"Yeah, that's real."She answers, "yours is orange. Not bright orange. Soft, like the sunset."

"Thank you." He tells her.

I softly smile at their exchange.

"Good job." Finnick whispers to me, sitting a little closer.

"I just hate seeing him like that." I whisper back, then Katniss stands up and goes to sit next to Gale, "and neither can she apparently."

"She still needs to figure things out." He says.

"So do I." I sadly say.

"Hey, we've talked about this." He softly scolds me, "you're allowed to take your time."

"I know, I'm sorry." I smile at him, grateful for his presence.

Even though I can look at him for more that one second, I still can't realise if my feelings are true or not. If this is all a trick of my mind or a scream from my heart.

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The walk through the Capitol is weird to say the least, we diligently follow Boggs, who's holding the Holo ready to sense any sort of pods and trap, rehearsing some lines for the propos. It feels like the Capitol I know, yet it's nothing like it.

We get to one of the many town squares and Cressida marks it as a good spot to shoot, and I can't help but agree. But before doing anything we need to make sure the place is safe.

Boggs holds the Holo up, in front of us, when suddenly it starts to bleep very rapidly, signaling something between two buildings.

"We got a pod" he states, "split. Take cover." He orders.

I follow him and Finnick to a side, along with Peeta, the others follow Katnis on the other side. Boggs grabs a stone, and throws it to activate the pod.

Two huge machine guns start shooting, what feels like endless ammo, everyone is covering their ears, turning away from the source fo protect the face from any collateral shots.

When the shooting ends, Boggs decides to check for any more traps. I take a peak, ready to cover in case something happens when I notice Katniss looking at something behind me. I follow her line of sight, just noticing Peeta murmuring to himself.

I starts to kneel in front of him when a huge explosion and a scream freeze me in an instant.

I turn to look at the source of it and notice Boggs on the ground and Katniss running to him. I look around the site, one of the Leeks is down too. I feel my head getting dizzy, my sight is blurry.

"Fuck." I take a deep breath then look at Finnick, "check on him okay?" I point at Peeta.

"What? He starts, but I'm already heading away.

"What happened?" I ask, kneeling down, next to Boggs.

"Do what you cane to do." He says to Katniss.

"Boggs.." I call him, but all I get is him looking at me before his head gently hit the ground, "what..." I look down noticing the holo on his chest, "did he..?"

Katniss nods, and I just take a big breath, when I hear movement near us.

I look and see the injured twin laying on the ground holding her leg. The other sister stands to rush to her.

"No wait!" I try but her foot already stepped on another pod.

Suddenly the square is being closed, giant doors trapping us here and a black fluid appears out of nowhere.

Instantly on my feet I join the Leeks, helping the wounded one to stand and rush as quickly as possible to safety.

We aim to one of the buildings in the square, to force a door open and take cover, hopefully.

I take a look back, to make sure everyone is following, that's when I see Peeta almost hitting Katniss and Mitchell stopping him. Peeta, though, pushes him into the black liquid. From which he re-emerge tied to a bunch of strings. Dead.

As the door is finally open Jackson rushed everybody inside and up the stairs till the very top.

I help the Leek sitting down, letting her sister care for her. Almost everyone made it inside, and understandably, Peeta is seized and calmed.

But our focus is the black material getting higher and higher. Until it stops and just... retracts?

"Gamemakers are still putting on quite a show." Cressida comments.

"Did you have any doubts?" I sarcastically ask.

"451 to base. Over." Jackson tries to signal 13 we're still alive.

"Yeah, we better move." Finnick state, "if Peacekeepers didn't know where we were, they do now."

"He's right."

"Those surveillance cameras caught us." Castor says.

"451 to base. Come in."

"This is a bad spot we need to move now." Even Gale agrees.

"I can't get a signal." Jackson says, "but I can get us back to base. Everdeen, give me the holo." But Katnis doesn't seems to be wanting to, "what did I just say? The Jolo. Come on. Let's go."

"Boggs gave it to me." She finally says.

"What are you talking about?"

"He did." Homes confirms, "he transferred security clearance to her. I saw him."

"And why would he do that?" Jackson asks, suspicious.

"I'm on special orders from Coin." Katniss tells her, but everything makes me think she is lying.

"To do what?"

"To assassinate President Snow."

"I don't believe that for one second." Jackson counters, "as your new unit commander, I order you to transfert security clearance to me now."

"I can't do that." Katniss simply says, so Jackson takes her gun out, and Gale immediately takes his own, followed by the others.

"This is not the time, lieutenant." I stand in between them, "the pods must've already signaled to the Capitol our position. We need to go."

"I'm not asking you again, Everdeen." She ignores me, so I stand right in front of her, moving her attention fully on me.

"She's telling the truth." I say firmly.

"Yes, Plutarch wants it televised." Cressida supports me.

"It's a way to make the Capitol citizen surrender before the casualties get too high. We already lost enough ourselves." I keep going, staring at her, "so I suggest, as your soldier, you trust her and get us out of here. Because I can assure you, we could be surrounded by Peacekeepers in no time if we keep on arguing."

"Boggs promised me that when the time came, you would help me." Katniss says, standing beside me.

There's a pause, Jackson is contemplating whether or not trust us, but eventually she draws her gun back.

"All right, soldier. Holo's yours."

Leeg's leg is too bad for her to come with us, so unfortunately we have to leave the twins back, hoping we could send someone soon.

As we walk put of the building I catch up with Katniss.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Katniss." I whisper as I pass past her.

We walk across the square to find another shelter, and we enter another set of flats, fancy ones. We immediately cover the windows just in time to see a bunch of Peacekeepers arriving and heading to the building we just left.

"Shit." I mutter, Finnick stays beside me, a comforting hand on my arm.

When the shooting starts he tries to get me away from the window, but I can't, until the building itself collapses I can't keep my eyes off of it.

"Ssh, come." He says this, ans as he does the Capitol anthem and the television turns on automatically and Ceaser's face appears.

"Good afternoon. I'm Ceaser Flickerman. Here with our continuing coverage of the defense of the Capitol. Today, as our Peacekeepers valiantly gold off the rebels, our story takes surprising twist." And footage of our escape from the black material appears as he speaks, "Katniss Everdeen, our once favourite daughter, has infiltrated the city with some of the victors, whose names are all too familiar. Finnick Odair and Peeta Mellark. Not only them, but our very own princess, Y/n L/n. Take a look at what happened just a moment ago, when our peacekeepers cornered Katniss Everdeen and her band of foolish rebels. Whatever arrogance brought this treacherous girl back to us, you are about to witness a great victory, not only for the Capitol but for Panem." The footage is showing the peacekeepers shooting and destroying the building. "So there you have it. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. A girl who inspired so much violence seems to have met a violent end herself. Stay tuned for more information. Ceaser Flickerman. Thank you."

"Does the Presiden actually think we are dead?" Someone asks, and suddenly I feel all eyes on me.

"I... I think so." I hesitantly say, "releasing such news is to discourage the districts, make the Capitol hopeful again. Whether he believes it or not is irrelevant at this point. It shows that the Capitol will always win."

[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✪`)♡

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Disrespect.

Player 001 x reader ✂️

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You stood in line waiting for your food. Young il stood quietly behind you, his eyes observing the room.

“Honey, can you stop” you say taking your food from the guard.

“Can I stop what? I didn’t do anything.” He replied.

“I can see you scanning the room. Enough.” You say sharply, “ you’re giving me anxiety.”

“My mistake, darling” you sat down in your bed, stuffing your face hungrily. “Why’re you eating like that?”

“Like what? I’m not doing anything” you mock him.

“Eating like I don’t feed you well enough”

“I’m trapped in this prison” you reply gulping down water like it’s gonna disappear.

“Eat right” he orders. “I’m going to go use the restroom. Behave yourself” within 5 minutes of him being gone a man walked up to you.

“Señorita, excuse me?”

“What?”

“I just wanted to tell you I think you’re gorgeous, and I want you on my squad” he smiles.

“Oh yeah? What’s so good about you?” You snort.

“Look, I can protect you” he tries to appeal to you. “You know me? I’m a legend Thanos” he made a gesture with his hands, smiling cutely.

“Yeah, I’m sure you can” Young il speaks. “Hey, grape head, why don’t you kick rocks?”

“I’m talking to this beautiful señorita over here” Thanos points to you.

“Yeah, you missed my point, I don’t care.” Young il responded.

“Yeah, you missed mine, grandpa”

“I bet this grandpa can still get more pussy than you, tooth pick.” Young il shrugged casually. “Besides, what’s up with your tattoos? What are you, the practice dummy at a tattoo parlor?”

“I’ll have you know they are an artistic choice”

“Artistic? Is the artist in the room with us?” Young il looks around. “You know, I’ve seen you somewhere… aren’t you that idiot that tried chatting up another man’s wife?”

“Uhhhh” Thanos stalled. That was definitely him. “No man, that wasn’t me… that was my uhh twin brother”

“Oh you have a twin, here I thought stupidity used a whole single brain cell, but I guess yours uses 1/4 of it”

“Listen here old man-“

“No you listen to me. String bean. You’re gonna turn around and walk the other way. Before you and I truly do have an issue.” Young il cocks his head back.

“Trying to size me up? Huh?”

“Don’t get loud with me.” Young il said calmly. “I’ll crush your vocal cords and make you disappear from existence. Then you won’t be a legend.” Young il makes a ‘poof’ motion with his hands.

“I’ll still be a legend” Thanos defends.

“Legend of what? Terrible rapping and dumb tattoos? Some legend you are” Young il rolls his eyes. “So look, make this easy” he shoulders him as he walks past Thanos to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Make what easy?”

“Stay away from my wife, and I won’t cause a scene” he states. “Talk to her again, and I’ll cut your fingers off one by one and force feed them to you” Young il says lowly. Thanos stalled, his brain processing. “Okay, Grape head?”

“Yes that’s perfect” he speed walks away from you.

“You don’t always have to be so rude, you know” you say.

“No no, I do” Young il sighed as he spoke. “Idiots like him exist. They think they’re so cool that they can just hit on Pretty girls. And they don’t consider the fact that she could be married or with someone and all that stuff” he pulls your chin to look at him. “Besides, you’re beautiful, but you’re also my girl” he plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Your girl?” You squeal. This man has never failed to make your heart skip beats.

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[peggyao3]

Peggysuave's Masterlist

All of my fics are x AFAB!reader (reads like an ambiguous OC for my Feyd fics), include explicit sexual content, most are fairly dark and explore complex and morally grey relationships, some include dub-con/non-con themes ‼️ I don't take requests.

Finished ✅, Ongoing ✏️, Ao3 only 🔺

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen ✴ Benny Cross ✴ Henry Creel ✴ Noid (Disco Elysium) ✴ Amir Beckett ✴ Ominis Gaunt ✴ Roman Godfrey ✴ Ghostface ✴ Frank Morrison

-> RELIC 🌌

✧Dreams are messages from the deep ✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours. [Lucid Dreaming, Vulnerable Feyd, Female Rage, 73k] Series Masterlist ✅

-> PREYD 🩸

Feyd calls his pet to his chambers for a monthly feast. [Dub-con, blood/period kink, knife "play", 2.2k] ✅

-> NIGHT CRAWLER 🍼

Feyd-Rautha welcomes a nocturnal visitor in his chambers, who is plagued by the symptoms of her artificially induced condition. [Dub-con, lactation kink, breast feeding, 9.7k] Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ✅

-> HERE COMES THE SUN 🌞

Feyd-Rautha is the center of attention for an entire planet, but it counts for nothing because his favorite concubine isn't paying attention during the fight. How dare she ruin his birthday? [Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Marriage Proposal, 6.8k] Part 1, Part 2 ✅

-> HOLY SEED 🙏

Feyd so badly wants to plant his seed deep inside his wife's belly. [Breeding Kink without Breeding, Switch Feyd & FMC, 2.5k] ✅

-> THE ART OF EMPATHY 🪴

After the fall of House Harkonnen, an innocent poison flower is planted in their evil heart to teach them the art of empathy. [Bene Gesserit FMC, Soft!Feyd, Redemption, 6.3k] ✅

-> KALEIDOSCOPE ⚔️

In a fight for freedom or death against the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, his woman figures out how she feels about him. A poor devil wrapped in the skin of a beast. [Gore, Blood for Lube, Mutilation, Public Sex, 2.7k] ✅

-> KINKTOBER 2024 🤤

Feyd-Rautha edition. Based on this prompt list. [Lactation Kink, Somnophilia, Monsterfucking, Fucking Machines... 13k] ✅

-> CROSSFADE 🥪 [Feyd x f!reader x Benny Cross]

Benny comes home after a week on the road and has things to make up for, to his brother Feyd-Rautha and their sweetheart. [Threesome - F/M/M, throuple, filthy & messy, overstimulation, 7.2k] Part 1, Part 2 ✅

-> CARDINAL SIN ✝️

You follow a trail of corpses to the rainbow room and find a bloodied angel. [Blood & Corpses, Fucking in the Rainbow Room, 4.2k] ✅🔺

-> YOU & ME 💑

“There's a second facility…” Dr. Brenner wheezed. “And what's inside of this facility?” “A woman… One woman.” “What is she capable of?” “…Anything.” Henry’s eyes blazed up with fresh hope. Greedy, frantic wicked hope. “I need to have her.” [Stockholm Syndrome, Quantum Physics, 37k] ✅🔺

-> HURTS LIKE A DISEASE 💔

An apathetic sociopath meets an insecure overthinker with anxiety. After an embarrassing incident at the cafeteria of Hawkins Lab, a man named Peter Ballard takes morbid fascination in your displayed insecurities and anxiety, because like him, you don't seem to fit in with the other humans and society. From now on, he wants to study and observe you. Unfortunately, you agree. [Mental Illness, problematic relationship, 55k] ✅🔺

-> LOCKED UP, CAN'T GET YOU OFF MY MIND ⛓️

When Dr. Brenner came to the conclusion that 001’s powers were uncontrollable, he decided to dispose of the useless subject who was proof of his failure as a scientist. Isolated in a cell on the minus third floor of Hawkins Lab, 001 is locked up to rot and be forgotten. You are hired to be his prison guard, his nurse, his orderly, responsible for 001’s health and well-being. The full-time job goes well for many years, until eventually your morals start crumbling away… [Power Imbalance, Forbidden Romance, Switch!Henry, 41k] ✅🔺

-> RUNNING IN THE NIGHT 🌃

You are a master of lucid dreaming, able to create all kinds of wondrous things and go on the most fantastic adventures in your sleep. One night, you receive a mysterious call in your dream. From then on, you find your mind being invaded by an uncanny, clingy, pushy intruder night after night, who tries to convince you that he is not just a product of your imagination, but a real person with telepathic powers. [Lucid Dreaming, Toxic Lovers, Jealousy, 50k] ✅🔺

-> OH, ASHES... 🌪️

On a stormy day, the ashes had whispered to you for the first time. Like shadowy fingertips, their call for help had ghosted over your heart and mind. Now, three years later, you finally fully accepted the quest that had been given to you – To liberate the ashes’ home dimension from the plague that had infested it, by summoning the surprisingly human parasite back to its own birth realm and taking him under your wing. [Burnt!Henry, Modern Setting, Master/Servant, 44k] ✅🔺

-> PEGGY'S PETER PÖRN COLLECTION 📚

A collection of smutty oneshots. Every chapter is a complete story. Porn with plot, porn with no plot, plot with porn, but there is always porn! <3 There will be dark themes, kinky shit, AUs and madness. So, beware! Warnings for each chapter. [Stockholm Syndrome, Sex Toys, Angel!AU... 104k] ✅🔺

-> MASS MURDERING HIPS 🪩

Chased by electric disco lights, two bodies collide under the wooden ribs of the ancient pinewood church. [Drug use, public sex, fucking in a church, fucking during a rave, 2.7k] ✅

-> MILKY EYES 👁️

The unseeing gaze of the mysterious boy named Ominis seems permanently glued on you, and as weeks turn into months, you feel like he begins following you around the castle. Between unease and anger, you feel something else, so you confront him in a deserted hallway after dark. OR: Who the hell is Mark Markson? And what does his cabbage have to do with it? And most importantly, why are you and Ominis clapping cheeks all across Hogwarts? [Strangers to Lovers, Ambiguous Encounters, Dominis, 81k] ✅🔺

-> CREAM PUFF

Amir's pointy kavat of a girlfriend loves torturing clingy puppies. Luckily, he is not against it at all. [Kitty gf & Dog bf, switching, light dom/sub, idiots in love, 2.3k ] ✅🔺

-> SAW YOU DANCING FROM ACROSS THE ROOM 💃

You are at a party, minding your own business, when suddenly you're being rudely scolded from behind. It turns out, the host of the party himself is scolding you and you have no idea why. Insulted and confused, you try to avoid him for the rest of the nigth. It doesn't go well. [Extremely dub-con, Dead Dove, Choking, Spanking, 6k] ✅🔺

Please beware, the fics below this point are REAL old and shitty in comparison 😔

-> LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO 🔪

Danny Johnson is your best friend. But little do you know he wanted to be so much more than that from the day he first met you. Eventually you say something that gives him the final straw - He will make you love him back, one way or another. [Dub/Non-Con, Best Friends Trope, Jealousy, 11k] ✅🔺

-> BUNNY ON THE RUN 🐇

You're just an average girl who likes reading smutty fanfictions about dangerous psychos and serial killers and all of sudden you find yourself face to face with a serial killer in real life. Luckily, fanfictions have perfectly prepared you for situations likesuch. [Dub-Con, Knife Play, Anal Sex, Outdoor Sex, 4k] ✅🔺

-> TAKE A DIRTY PICTURE FOR ME 📸

An accidental boob slip gets you into a heated up situation. [Dub-Con, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Light Bondage, 9.5k] ✅🔺

-> MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL 👊

Frank and you are college freshmen and roommates but not only do your personalities clash, you end up getting into heated disputes on a daily basis. One day you come home late and catch him red-handed masturbating. Unfortunately, Karma is a bitch and Frank gets his revenge on you just a little later. [Room Mates, Accidental Voyeurism, Hate Sex, 11.5k] ✅🔺

-> A FRENZIED ENCOUNTER 🏔️

You spawn in a place that you've never been to and encounter a man that you have never seen before. But he is not who you think he is. When he finally gets a hold of you things get more heated up than you ever imagined they could. [Dub-Con, Knife Play, Blowjobs, Playing Chase, 6.3k] ✅🔺

[byersbootyshorts]

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.

[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.

[terror-slut]

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.