elodieballard

[elodieballard]

city of bones — part two

jace wayland x fem reader

summary: city of bones storyline, (the book), may have to have some movie parts because i already for rid of my book lmfao

warnings: same thing as the last part ( im too lazy to put new ones )

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you felt jace’s eyes on you then; your face set with surprise.

“hodge, we—” you started, but he held up a hand to silence you.

“don’t fear, children,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “it’s natural.”

your heart dropped. “you heard…” but your voice trailed off.

“that you’re in love?”

you looked at jace with wide eyes. he was blushing immensely, and you turned back.

“yes. yes, i heard about that.” hodge sat down roughly in his chair, gesturing to two seats in front of his desk.

you looked at jace, who hadn’t said anything to defend your relationship, and followed him to a seat.

“love is natural,” hodge said. there was something odd to you about his word choice. “i don’t mind. however, if it comes in the way of your hunting i will not allow it.”

you scoffed. “you’re just a tutor, you don’t have much authority over us.”

hodge looked around. “aren’t i the one who takes care of you, y/n? aren’t i just like a father?”

you bit your lip. it was true; hodge was your adoptive father, though he looked like a grandfather.

“no words, hm?”

jace was slouched in his chair with his arms crossed, looking bored—he probably was, too. he was the most impatient man to ever walk the earth. “get to the point, old man,” he said.

hodge looked about ready to give a lecture as he rose abruptly from his seat, froze, then sat back down again. “this is part of my point, young man.”

“you woke us up from a very peaceful slumber—”

“together,” hodge interrupted, earning a menacing glare from jace.

he ignored him. “to talk about our love life? you’re just jealous you won’t ever be allowed to go outside and find love.”

hodge gritted his teeth as if to keep himself from screaming. then he grabbed jace’s wrist, getting all up in his face. “by the angel, jace wayland, if you don’t stop, i will—”

“hodge!” you screamed, and it came out shaky. you leaned forward and pulled jace’s wrist out of his grasp.

“i’m sorry, i don’t… i don’t know what made me do that.” hodge said, giving jace an apologetic look.

jace was unamused, like nothing happened. “can we go back to sleep now?”

hodge shook his head. “no. i need you two do to me a favor.”

hugo suddenly flew to his shoulder, cawing loudly. “not you, hugo, hush now.”

you looked at jace. he was playing with his ring, swirling it around his middle finger.

“please tell us, hodge,” you said, your back aching for jace’s mattress. “i’m tired, i want to sleep. it’s so early.”

“you’re up early every morning?” hodge fiddled with the papers on his desk as hugo flew back to his perch.

you hesitated and parted your lips. “today is different.” but you didn’t explain why.

jace was shaking with laughter from beside you, and you had to kick him in the ankle to stop. though you know it didn’t bother him and he doesn’t really feel pain, his face was straight right before hodge looked up from his desk.

“i assure you that after this you won’t be able to go to sleep.” hodge said, dropping papers. you groaned.

“what do you want then?” jace asked impatiently.

“it must be important if you need it done so urgently.” you added.

hodge put a hand out. “let me speak.”

“sorry.”

“now,” he started and stood up. “last night, you two and the lightwoods went to the pandemonium club, is that correct?”

“yes, sir.”

he nodded, then continued, “and, as you tell me, a mundane had witnessed you kill a demon.”

“she had eyes on him all night, there must have been something that gave it away.” said jace.

“if she was as ordinary as a mundane, then it’s believed she has the sight.”

you shook your head. “i think that she might be a demon in mundane form. no mundie ever would be able to see things like us.”

hodge considered it. “demons may talk and they may think like a mundane, but they’ll never get the exact habits of one.”

“so, what are you implying?”

hodge looked at his watch. “that, i don’t know just yet. would you find this mundane and bring her to me?”

jace nodded, smiling and parting his lips. as we was about to say something hodge interrupted, “unharmed.”

jace sat back in his chair, looking disappointed.

“sure,” you said, eyeing him. “jace, get your sensor.”

“oh, no way.” he replied sarcastically and stood up.

the two of you started out. then you heard hodge say, “no funny business.”

you stopped. unlike you, jace whipped around to face him. “what do you mean?”

when you turned around, hodge’s eyes seemed to travel between you, and then to jace. “you know what i mean.”

you sighed and jace grabbed your hand, leading you out.

“jace—”

“no.”

“jace, what are you even mad about? are you mad at me?”

he looked at you. “no, not you, obviously.”

“then hodge?”

he didn’t say anything, just continued walking. you understandingly nodded.

“he’s a bitch,” he said.

“jace,” you looked at him, squeezing his hand. “not now, okay?”

he bit his lip and continued walking.

once you reached his room, you grabbed a bookbag and put weapons in it, then got changed into more comfortable fighting clothes just in case.

“ready?”

jace nodded, then took your hand and led you out of the institute.

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your feet were aching by the time you reached a little coffee shop, the place jace’s sensor had led you to.

“coffee,” you said longingly, and pointed inside.

“no, we have important things to do.” he grabbed your hand.

“but—”

“no.” he pushed you inside and led you two a couch where he sat pretty close to you.

there was a poetry reading going on, and it was terrible. you were holding back a laugh when jace nudged you. “it’s only mundanes, nobody will care if you laugh.”

“but—”

“there she is,” he leaned in close to you.

“where?”

he pointed, somewhere you could not see until your head was completely on top of his, and then saw her.

she was sitting with some dorky kid with glasses in a jean jacket. surely she’d rather figure out she’s a badass demon killer than hang out with someone like that, right?

you nodded. “what do we do now?”

“we wait.” jace grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek, then continued to cringe and laugh at the poetry.

then finally, as you didn’t take your gaze off the red headed mundane, she turned around at the sound of jace’s laugh. you locked eyes, grinning and waving you hand gently. jace tilted his head at her, then stood up, gesturing you to follow him. you walked of the place, not even looking back to see if she’d followed you.

moments later, she came to a halt between you and jace leaning on the brick wall.

“hey, honey.” you said teasingly.

she bit her lip. “you guys are the people who killed the blue-haired boy at the pandemonium!”

you shrugged— then stopped—and jace burst into laughter. “people?”

“boy?”

“what do you mean?” said the redhead, and you notice for the first time how helpless she looked. “why can i see you and no one else can?”

you paused, completely empty of answers, and jace only grinned. “you,” he said, “are in for a long ride.”

[elodieballard]

(I READ CITY OF BONES.)

CITY OF BONES. —part one.

jace wayland x fem reader

summary: this will be the city of bones book storyline, movie characters. (a series)

warnings: hint at prior 💋💋🍆🍆 , knives and daggers, mentions of fighting.

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jace rolled over, his nose hitting your shoulder. he smelt like the cologne he sprayed last night before bed, when he got home from the pandemonium.

he was snoring lightly with no nose, just the little whistle of his nose. normally, anyone would think it was annoying. but it was jace; the boy who was fierce and strong and talented at fighting. the boy who was hardly soft, hardly having emotions. he was at peace in his ignorance, and this, this you appreciated.

you stared at jace’s ceiling, the tall rail of the bed creating a square in it. before you’d thought to wake jace up, to leave his room and go into yours then, the door knob rattled.

jace remained sleeping as the door opened, and on the other side stood a surprised izzy.

her jaw dropped. “oh, my—”

“isabelle.” you hissed, sitting up. “we will talk about this later.”

“but you—”

“please izzy,” you looked at her with doe eyes and she stared, remaining with eyes wide.

“i suppose once you two are…” he looked at your collarbone, your naked chest covered with the blanket you’d held up. “dressed— that we can talk about you and jace.”

izzy seemed contained. her voice didn’t seem as surprised as her face.

“thank you,” you sighed, leaning back into bed a bit. “he’s sleeping, can i take your message?”

“well actually,” she pointed behind her with her thumb, still a little red-faced. “i went to wake you up, too, but you weren’t in there. i assumed you were eating breakfast already, you early bird, so i decided to wake jace up… but you’re… not eating breakfast, that’s for sure.”

“why were you gonna wake me up?”

izzy was starting to calm down by now. she shrugged. “hodge wanted me to.”

“what does hodge want me up for?” you asked, feeling a little anxious.

“he didn’t tell me.”

you nodded.

“mess with jace and i’ll mess with your throat,” izzy said suddenly, then spun on her heels and stalked out of the room.

you were appalled. it was random, but it made sense. izzy is basically his sister. but you were her best friend.

you rolled over gently, hitting the tip of your nose on have’s bicep. he groaned for a second, but then his eyes fluttered open.

“morning,” he said in his morning-raspy-voice. you smiled.

“morning, love. i have to—” he cut you off by kissing you on the lips.

you groaned as you pulled away. “jace, i—”

“no,” he said, and he started kissing your neck.

“okay, jace, seriously.” he pulled away from your neck, looking at you with hurt eyes.

“listen,” you hissed, sort of climbing onto his chest, your body half on his and half off. “it’s important.”

jace pretended to consider it, then tilted his head at you. “go on.”

“izzy, she, she came in to wake you up.” you said. jace didn’t say anything.

“i don’t see the problem.”

“jace, this isn’t funny!” you felt helpless.

“i’m really not laughing,” he whispered, touched by your anger.

“jace, she saw me.” you said finally.

“oh,” he looked away.

“yeah.” you sat up, wrapping yourself in the blanket.

“well,” he started, reaching for a dagger on his bedside table and spinning it on his finger. “she should be happy. she was the one who thought we’d be just adorable together.”

“she said i can’t mess with you,” you whispered. “not— not in the way we already did, but i mean, break your heart. she said she’d ‘mess with my throat’ if i did.”

jace chuckles a laugh, seemingly teasing. “she’s just being the overprotective sister she thinks she is. she thinks she’s superior. which, obviously, is a funny joke to me.”

as you stood up, you shot him a sideways look. you’d brought extra clothes into his room the night before, so you had them on your side of the bed.

“jace,” you called. “you don’t think she’s mad, do you?”

your head turned and resting on your shoulder, you saw jace consider this. “not necessarily,” he answered, “i think she must have always expected this would happen. haven’t we?”

jace was always the one to chase you, and you hadn’t started liking him until a year back. so in a way, you did kind of see it happen. “sort of.”

“what do you mean, sort of?” jace asked, sliding a shirt on. you put your black jeans on, then looked at him. he looked hurt.

“we grew up the way alec and izzy did together,” you said slowly.

“not true. they’re siblings; blood.”

you nodded. “we considered ourselves as siblings for the longest time, because we loved each other so much. now we see it was in a different way, i suppose. i never saw this coming until about last year.”

jace’s eyes relaxed, and he turned back to his clothes. you smiled, slipping a shirt on.

“okay, but what would hodge think?” you turned around, as did jace, but he did more slowly.

“oh…” he whispered. “i didn’t— i didn’t think about that.”

you bit your lip. “we work well together, we fight well together. we’ll most likely work together better now.”

jace sighed, not saying anything and slid a hood on.

“done?” he asked, walking over to you and grabbing your hands.

“yeah, i just need to brush my hair.” you told him. he nodded and let go, grabbing a brush from his dresser. you muttered things about it being knotty under your breath, curating as it hurt your hairline.

“careful,” jace said, coming close to your ear. “i did that. watch your mouth.”

you stopped brushing to understand what he was saying, and your eyes widened as you noticed what he meant.

“come on,” he said impatiently as usual. he grabbed your arm and pushed you out of the now open door, not forgetting to stick his stele into his pocket.

he grabbed your hand once he shut the door, grabbing your hand and leading you down a winding set of steps.

“you know where he is?” he asked. he looked around, probably to see if anyone saw you and him holding hands.

you considered it for a second. “the library, probably.”

he nodded. “the usual.”

you giggled as you reached the bottom of the stairs, heading to the library.

you let go of jace’s hand, starting to feel like it was sweaty.

you walked into the library as hodge stood up. he eyes you too suspiciously.

“good morning, dear lovebirds.”

[elodieballard]

hey!! could u do a femreader x platonicconrad possibly where the fem reader and conrad grew up at cousins like the rest of the group and everyone thought they’d end up together until she came out and now has a crush on a girl and they go to conrad for

STOP THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA

thank u so much for requesting, i’m happy to write for tsitp!

i hope this does u justice ! <3

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i love you to unite.

platonic! conrad fisher x fem! reader

warnings: underage drinking, light fighting and shoving, cursing, homophobic aspects, etc.

summary: being belly and steven’s older sister meant you could easily tag along with the boys, unlike belly. conrad always stuck out to you in a way, but not in the way u forced yourself to believe. you hadn’t any clue of what it what’s until a very special summer.

there was mom and belly in the back seat, slowly bumping over each pothole in the road as steven drove lazily. i’d put my feet out the window, stuck my head out of it, i’d— i’d done it all.

anything to make the time pass. anything to make the drive to cousins faster. i needed it more than anything. school was becoming overwhelming. the summer had come already, but my friends had been bitches all summer.

but at cousins, there were no bitches. not conrad, not jeremiah, not susannah. in the summer house, there were angels.

i put my sunglasses on the top of my head, checking steven’s phone to look at the gps. a minute left.

though i’d been on this drive, this road to cousins many times before, there was no point of it where i memorized i was close enough. in fact, no where was close enough. not even in the driveway.

on the ride there, i was always overwhelmed with excitement that i didn’t even have time to look around. there was susannah, my second mother. and there were connie and jere.

“hey, y/n, are you excited to obsess over conrad with belly even more?” steven teased as he turned the wheel.

i grit my teeth. i liked conrad, right? so why did it make me so mad when someone reminded me i was supposed to like him?

“yeah, sure, whatever.” i whispered, finally starting to see the neighborhood.

“i wonder if clay will throw any big bangers this summer,” steven wondered aloud. i looked in the mirror and saw mom cringe.

“clay’s creepy to belly, steven. and he’s a bad influence. you won’t be hanging out with him this summer, i’ll make sure of it.” she said.

belly had been quiet the entire ride. after we’d stopped at the gas station, she’d kept to herself. she wasn’t sad or anything, just thinking.

my heart must’ve leaped about a hundred times when we finally pulled into the driveway. the house looked the same. freshly power washed.

when i thought about this, i giggled. a few years back, belly and i found susannah talking to a cleaner on the phone. we’d figured out she hired them after we left and before we came. she’d told us not to tell mom, though.

“he’s not creepy to me, so me and y/n could go with jere and conrad. maybe there we can find another boy that would take her eyes off of conrad.” steven parked the car.

“steven, stop.” i didn’t know why i got mad, but something inside me hated when steven—or anybody talked about me liking boys.

“well, i still believe connie and y/n are meant for each other. i’m still patiently waiting for the wedding.” mom said, opening her car door.

and once we were out, i wanted to send the car off a bridge. i never wanted to need it again. i never wanted to leave this house. and that’s how every summer has been.

jere was there first. he man-hugged steven and immediately started talking about his career in football, and then his eyes fell on me.

“oh, my big sister,” jere exclaimed as he came running to me, extending his arms and pulling me into a hug. “holy shit, is that real?”

he’d pointed to the snake tattoo on my wrist. i took my apple watch off so he could see it more. “yessir. got it for my eighteenth birthday.”

he smiled. “that’s sick. you should take me to get my hand tattooed when i’m eighteen.”

i smiled back at him. “when you’re eighteen.”

he hugged belly then, and i heard them talking about her contacts and her hair, and her mascara and her shorts.

i never before realized how much belly changed. it made a string on my heart twinge. my little sister was growing up.

and then there was conrad. he had come from the side of the house, smiling as his eyes locked with mine.

i ran up to him, pulling him into a hug. normally, people are shy with their crushes, so why wasn’t i shy with mine?

if i was being completely honest, conrad was like my brother.

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belly had snuck out. i was sitting with conrad and his girlfriend—well, the person he was making out with— nicole, when i’d found out.

belly had stalked into the bonfire, uninvited and in a short dress. a switch flipped in me. a protective big sister switch.

“belly!” me and steven screamed at the same time. i stood up and walked over to her, followed by steven.

“WHAT are you doing here?” i asked.

belly was self conscious, and it was pretty obvious. the way she pulled her dress down, the way she pulled the straps up. the dress must have been taylor’s. “i was invited.”

steven scoffed. “by who?”

“the guy at the gas station.” she muttered, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

“you’re not here for the guy at the gas station, belly. you shouldn’t be here at all. period,” i sighed. “that’s it.”

conrad finally looked back and saw her. he stood up too, and nicole followed him.

belly looked nicole up and down, then faced conrad. “i thought you hated the red sox.”

conrad parted his lips, getting ready to say something, but nothing came out. he closed them. “fuck you, belly.”

“ENOUGH, you two,” jere said, coming over. “ignore what they say, belly. i’m happy you’re here.”

“ ‘ignore what they say’? really, jere? we’re her older siblings, we are basically in charge of her.” steven snapped.

“so?” jere asked, and that’s when i looked down and saw the beer can in his hand. i swallowed. jere’s only seventeen. “let her have fun. she doesn’t have to be ‘good ol’ belly’ all the time. if she doesn’t risk anything, she won’t learn anything.”

i ignored him. “belly, we’re getting you home now. steven? i’m gonna take your car since you parked it closer.”

“yes ma’am.”

“no,” belly said. “i’m not leaving. you guys try to leave me out of everything, but not tonight.”

“nice try, belly. we have to go now. say your goodbyes.” i said and grabbed her arm. then, she shoved me.

i staggered back, surprised. i stares down at my chest where she’d pushed me. “you bitch!”

i pushed her. she staggered back as well, and then grabbed my arm. she threw me to the ground.

i landed in the sand harshly, my head immediately getting a head ache. everyone started to walk out of the circle they formed (i didn’t notice.)

my little sister won a five second fight against me, and now my head was throbbing.

even jeremiah, steven and conrad had left the circle. i was all alone until,

her.

she’d come over almost immediately when i fell. “are you okay, sweetie?”

i looked up at her. she was beautiful. it was one of the only times that i realized that when i look at pretty girls, i wasn’t jealous. i didn’t want to look like them. i wanted to be with them in some way.

she looked like she belonged in a museum. her black curly hair was pulled up into a bun, two strands hanging out in the front. she was wearing denim cut offs and a blouse which was slightly low cut. almost her entire arm was decked out in bracelets and around her neck was a cross necklace and a rectangular green one, like a birthstone.

“here,” she reached out her hand. “i’m cadence.”

i blinked. “uh, i’m—i’m- y/n…”

“nice to meet you, y/n. are you okay?”

she meant my head. i nodded awkwardly. “yeah, sure. my sister can be a dick sometimes.”

i glanced off for a second, catching a glimpse of belly and a boy sitting in the sand together, away from the fire. i turned back.

“it’s cool. here, let’s sit.” she sat on a lawn chair, gesturing to the one beside it. i took a seat. “i’m so glad i have someone to talk to now. this whole bonfire was awkward.”

“i’ve been going to this bonfire since i was sixteen. i love it here, no matter if there’s someone to talk to or not.” i responded. i found it easy to talk to her. she was like that.

“how old are you now?” she asked.

“uh, i just turned eighteen a few months ago.” i was so nervous that i was biting my nails.

“cool, i just turned eighteen last week.” she said, and i nodded. i couldn’t help but be relieved she was of age. it wouldn’t be illegal. but then i stopped myself. what wouldn’t be illegal?

“do you live here year-round or do you come for summers?” i asked.

“i live here year round. what about you?”

“i’m from philadelphia,” i explained. she stated at me blankly. “pennsylvania.”

“oh,” cadence gigged and i cringed at how much i loved the sound of it. “i’ve really only heard of pittsburgh.”

“my favorite place to visit, you know. the city is no new york, but it makes you feel like home, even if it isn’t home.”

“makes sense.”

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i woke up the next morning with burning eyes. i’d cried the night before.

everything in my life changed after last night. everything. i wouldn’t ever be able to look at conrad the same.

i sat straight up in bed. i should tell him about it. that would make everything easier. yes! it was the perfect idea.

i got dressed, brushed my hair and my teeth, and went downstairs. conrad was up early. it was actually only eight o’clock.

“connie,” i said finally as i made it to the kitchen. “i really need to talk to you about something.”

he looked up from his cereal. “yeah?”

a deep breath. “don’t hate me.”

he nodded. “okay?”

a deep breath. “i’m… you have to accept me. you don’t have to accept it, but accept me.”

he nodded. i was wasting his time.

“look. i love you. i love you so much, my whole heart. but not the way i want to. i love you the way i love my mother, my sister. my brother. i love you the way i love my father. the way i love jere and susannah. i love you like a love song but not romantically.”

conrad’s face stood unreadable. “go on.”

i let out a deep breath. “ i don’t love you the way susannah and mom and steven and jere and belly think i do. i don’t love you to get married. i love you for me to get married and for you to get married, and i love you to unite the way our mothers do when we’re older. i couldn’t ever bring myself to love you like anything else. but cadence, i can.”

conrad smiled, amused. “who names their son ‘cadence’?”

my heart stopped. i had to keep going. it’s too late to stop. “connie. cadence was the girl i was with last night.”

he stared blankly. “the girl that helped you?” i nodded. “shes… so you’re—”

“yes,” i interrupted. “i am.”

conrad leaned back in his chair. “makes sense.”

“makes sense what?”

“i don’t know. you never seemed interested in the topic of boys or gossiping about the girls at your school like belly did.” he sighed.

“you’re not bothered?”

“no? why?” conrad asked. he was so calm with it, i could tell he was already getting used to it.

i sighed of relief. “i love you, connie.”

“i love you, too, y/n.”

you grinned, then hugged him. once you pulled away, you leaned on the counter. “now give me girl advice.

[elodieballard]

SOMEONE WHO WRITES 4 JACE OMG ... can i request jace with a gf whos super good at piano?? like virtuoso level? thanks :)

I SO WOULD BUT I CANT PLAY PIANO.

i’m so sorry, u can request something else tho

[elodieballard]

GIRLIE WE NEED MORE JACE FICS❤❤

hmmm ok ! 🤗🤗

[elodieballard]

THAT JACE FIC OMG .... ♥️♥️♥️

ILY 💗💗

[elodieballard]

let’s make a bet.

warnings: nothing but absolute fluff

summary: you really love to read but peter wants attention. it’s cloudy out, and you and peter make a bet.

(post peter’s escape from lab)

you turn the car engine off and haul the groceries into the cabin from the trunk. it was a little chilly and cloudy, but it didn’t seem like it was going to rain.

the door swings open with a whistle, catching peter’s attention from his spot on the couch where he lay lazily with his hair drooling over his eyes.

you set the groceries down on the coffee table across him and crouch down. “hey, pretty boy.”

you put your fingers in his hair, and to this, he sighs happily. “hey baby…”

you can tell he’s extremely tired. there’s been a lot of stress that has gotten to him since the escape, and the mental pain must’ve hit him physically.

“what’s up?” you kiss his forehead. his eyes hardly open as you speak. he hums.

you let out a deep sigh and grab the groceries from the coffee table, bringing them over to the kitchen counter. you start taking the milk out, the eggs, the-

a hand— peter’s hand— is placed on yours and takes the bread from your hands.

peter is standing behind you, his hand outstretched to the counter. he leans over effortlessly and kisses you on the side of the head and then puts the bread in the freezer.

he helps with the rest of the groceries and leans on the counter. you fill up a cup of coffee and sip out of it, trodding towards the part of the counter with a window.

it was the same weather before, maybe even sunnier. peter comes up behind you, leaning his chest on your back and putting his chin on your head.

“i think it’s going to rain, don’t you think, love?” he asks you racking down to your cup of coffee and putting it off to the side.

“hey!” you exclaim, but you know it won’t do anything. you lean on the counter again.

“you don’t think?”

you take another look outside. hawkins was odd with its weather, yes, but never this extreme. maybe it would rain in two days with clouds like this. they weren’t dark enough.

“no, it’s not.” you say, sure of yourself.

peter chuckles. “it is.”

you almost laugh at him. “peter, i’ve lived in hawkins for far longer than you have and i believe i would know more than you.”

“yes, but i have better senses than you.” he snaps sharply, tilting his head to the side.

“yes, love, but not for weather in hawkins!”

“whatever, believe what you want. now let’s go take a nap in the bedroom.”

you grab your favorite book from the stack of books on the shelf above the blender. “i love you, pete, but i’m gonna read instead. and if you’re kissing me while we’re cuddling and while i’m reading, i won’t be able to focus.”

“good.” he says, his lips traveling from your forehead to your neck.

“stop.” you say, and he immediately pulls away, looking hurt. “after i’m finished, mkay?”

he looks like he’s about to give in, but a wave of confidence hits him. “how about this,” he holds his pinky out. “let’s make a bet. if you’re right and it doesn’t rain, you can stay inside and read all you want. but, if you’re wrong, you have to come in and cuddle with me.”

you bite your lip and hook your pinkies together. “deal.”

right as you grab your book from the counter, peter gives you a kiss on the forehead and makes his way to the bedroom, giving you the couch to read your book.

you plop down and pull pillows and blankets all around you. opening your book up, you down yourself in the words.

page after page, after page, you found yourself turning another one each time. and there was no rain you found yourself believing you were right,

until….

tap, tap, tap, tap…

your eyes widen as you look up from your book. you close it and place it on the coffee table, moving a pillow as you stand.

you walk over to the storm door and look out. it’s sprinkling, then it starts raining, and then it starts pouring. you let out a deep breath and tip toed to you and peter’s bedroom.

you creek open the door slowly. to your surprise, he’s sitting upright in bed, smirk on his face as he tilts his head. “come on. don’t be ashamed.”

you sigh and walk over to the bed. he opens his arms and you find your way into them, laying face to face as he holds you.

“so…” he says, starting to play with your hair. “what did you learn today?”

you pretend to think for a second. “weather is bipolar in hawkins.”

he chuckles a little. “be serious, baby.”

you sigh, nuzzling your head into his chest further. “you’re always right.”

“who’s always right?”

“you.”

he can’t hide his smile. “what’s my name, pretty girl?”

“peter. peter’s always right.”

“good girl.” he says before you fall asleep in his arms.

[elodieballard]

MASTERLIST

stranger things:

peter ballard:

hard working.

take a toll.

suds

let’s make a bet

the mortal instruments

jace wayland

but you love her. (personal fav)

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STILL WAY MORE TO COME!! send in requests <3

recent tags im sorry

[elodieballard]

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR 💗

STRICTLY FEM READER, IM SO SORRY 🫶🏻

everything highlighted is who i mainly write for so you should expect better work for that <3

i also don’t write smut sorry :(

masterlist here

stranger things:

peter ballard/henry creel/001 (i mainly write ab him)

lucas sinclair ?? maybe idk

dmitri antonov

steve harrington

jim hopper

eddie munson

(comment some requests because i’m clueless rn ab ppl to write for!)

the black phone:

STRICTLY PLATONIC OR EXTREMELY INNOCENT

finney blake

gwen blake

bruce yamada

vance hopper

billy showalter

(comment some requests because i’m clueless rn ab ppl to write for!)

the mortal instruments:

lol just jace

the summer i turned pretty:

jeremiah fisher

conrad fisher

steven conklin

cam cameron (WHATS HIS LAST NAME)

(comment some requests because i’m clueless rn ab ppl to write for!)

if you guys have suggestions about shows/movies i should write for lmk! i don’t rlly know what to do

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[elodieballard]

request page up! and go read “but you love her” it’s a jace fic :) i’m gonna make a master list maybe but first i’m gonna make a post about who i write for.

NOW GO REQUEST 🫶🏻

[elodieballard]

because you love her.

jace wayland x fem reader

summary: basically u have no clue how ur love life with jace is going

warnings: clueless clary, lashing out, a little bit of obsession??? jace is a little bit of an idiot (not rude, just ignorant) super off plot of tmi with like one scene you’d know, dorothea is like COMPLETELY ooc (out of character) ooc hodge, slightly ooc clary

i know it sounds boring but i’m just lazy to put anything so lol

also pls excuse the terrible pov pronouns im trying to use second person instead of first for this fic so yeah

AND my only knowledge of tmi is the movie so be kind 🤗🤗

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you turn another page in your book, daydreaming as your eyes stare at the words on the pages.

jace. jace, jace, jace, jace.

it was all jace, the only thing that clouded your mind. you found it hard to tear yourself away from the thought of him when you imagined what his lips would feel like. would taste like.

it’s been some time now, the amount of time you’ve been in love with jace. i mean, how couldn’t you? he is an angel—and lord you hate to remember how that was actually literal—but he’s kind behind all of his sarcasm.

he’s really attractive. hot. handsome. pretty, even.

scratch that, he’s more than pretty. he is gorgeous.

when you think about rain, you think about jace. you’ve always loved rain, so the two correlate.

reading, too. reading is always a fun and calming thing to do, even if you’re teased for it.

it’s not very common for shadowhunters or demon hunters to be so soft, at least that’s what jace thought.

until he met you. he likes your softness. he liked a little too much, even. he likes that you don’t wear an overly amount of makeup like izzy does.

he likes that you’re comfortable with your own beauty. sure, he knows you aren’t confident, which he doesn’t understand.

he loved all of things before clary came. to you, he was okay with those things. he didn’t care about the reading or the makeup, that’s why he didn’t tease you for it.

but when clary came, things changed. you noticed jace didn’t care much to defend you against alec’s smart comments about reading, and he didn’t even protest when izzy suggested giving you a makeover when it was time to go to magnus’ party.

yesterday, you blinked harshly as izzy’s hair curler left a section in your hair. you were deep in thought as izzy styles your hair, smiling as she brushed some hair out of your face.

“what’s gotten you so worked up?” she said in a tone one talks in after laughing. anyone else would suppose she was being sarcastic, teasing you, even. clary probably would. but you knew izzy for your entire life to know how to read in between the lines.

“i just wish i wasn’t here.” you mumbled, looking to the side.

“with me?” she scrunched your hair a little bit, giving it volume.

“no, i’d love to be in here talking to you about the party and if there would be any cute boys there or even the fucking escape route we’ll have to use once we crash the whole thing.” your voice was getting louder by the moment and izzy knew something was up.

“if you’re worried about miss googly eyed carrie or whatever her name is, i assure you she’ll only be here for a little bit.”

“i’m worried about her, yeah, but not in the way you assume i am.” you mumbled.

“i don’t know why you’d be worried, she’s not going to take your spot in hodge’s eyes.”

as izzy reached for the brush, you crack a smile. you were always hodge’s favorite, so, no, you’d never be worried about it.

“what do you mean ‘googly eyed’?” you asked curiously, pinching yourself in the wrist as you asked the question in regret.

“you didn’t see it? she’s like, totally in love with jace,” izzy smiled and grabbed the curler.

your heart drops to your feet.

“jace seems to like her, too. he’s worried about her all the time, he’s the one who brought her here… it’s love at first sight if you ask me. dontcha think?”

you swallowed. you wanted to cover your ears and scream until izzy shut up, but you couldn’t. “yeah, i do.” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice.

“they’d be cute together. especially with the height difference. i don’t know if you got a good look at her, but she’s your height. short-”

you tried not to roll your eyes.

izzy sighed before continuing. “and it’s a power couple. she seems innocent. not much like a badass. but we both know jace, on the other hand.”

you forced a laugh. “yeah.”

“now that i think about it, you and clary are similar. really similar, actually. you guys would get along.”

you bit your lip. in this moment, you wanted to tell izzy all about your love for jace, but it wasn’t worth it. there was no point. you swallowed. “maybe, yeah.”

izzy finished with your hair and moved on to makeup. later, you found yourself wearing an extremely short dress and thigh high boots. you had to walk to the party and you walked alongside jace, it was the one time he wasn’t all over clary that day and you just wanted to hear his laugh and to laugh at his jokes.

but now, today, the pages of your favorite book tickles at your fingertips as you stare at the worlds sputtered along them, your brain not registering a simple thing.

“that book must not be very interesting.” you hear from behind you, scaring you out of your daydream.

“jace!” you exclaim.

“really? is that me?” he jokes sarcastically.

you giggle and playfully slap him in the shoulder. “shut up.”

“what book is it?”

“never mind the book, what are you doing in here?”

the blonde lets out a breath, flopping onto your bed. “boredddd.”

you’re taken aback at this. calmly as you can, you say your response carefully so it’s not sarcastic. “where’s clary?”

“what does clary have to do with my boredom?”

you almost laugh at this. “nothing, you’ve just been all over her yesterday and this morning, i thought you guys would be in a closet making out or something.”

jace’s expression drops as he feels his heart stop. his breath hitched. “why are you being like that?”

you close your book. “like what?”

“look, just because i have a heart-”

you immediately lunge forward and feel his chest area where his heart is. you try to pretend that it isn’t beating crazily fast at the distance between the two of your faces.

“not there.”

jace can’t hide his laugh. “yeah, okay. well, just because i have a heart and want to help someone out, doesn’t mean i’m in love with them! and anyway, why is it such a big deal if i were in love with her?”

“is that you admitting that you do?”

“no! answer my fucking question!” he demands.

you swallow, feeling defeated. “it’s not that. she’s taking up all of your time and i literally don’t get to see you anymore.”

you walk to your bookshelf and put your book in. keeping your cool was getting harder and harder by the moment.

“well i’m offering now?” he says, but it sounds like he’s questioning it.

“and then? what about tomorrow?” you put your hair behind your ear, reaching for a gold ring.

“what’s that?” jace gets off of your bed and points to the ring.

“remember when we were kids and you gave me a promise ring that one day we’d get married?” your voice cracks as you place the ring on your finger. “it was sweet at first, but…”

as you pull the ring off your finger, jace is quick to push it back on.

you feel the heat in your cheeks rising, going crazy. you swallow and look into his eyes.

he sighs, removing his hands from yours. “get ready, we’ll leave in a bit. and if you’re so obsessed with clary, i’ll ask her to come. you guys will get along.”

he walks out of the room leaving you blushing and confused.

~ clary is all over you, she thinks you’re the coolest person to ever exist.

“your hair looks really pretty, too.” she says, brushing her fingers through it.

“thanks, izzy curled it last night.” you try to hide the annoyance in your voice.

the cab car was extremely hot. the driver had a passenger in the front seat, so the three of you—jace, clary, you— had undid your appearance runes and you were basically hitch hiking without the driver or the passenger knowing.

jace to the left of you and clary to the right.

if you were being honest, you didn’t want to be sitting next to him after what happened earlier. was he trying to say that he still wanted to marry you after all the years?

“oh, please, stop fighting over me, girls!” jace jokes sarcastically. clary cracks up, but for once, you don’t laugh at his joke. he notices this and raises an eyebrow.

“so, clary, where’s your mundane friend?” you ask curiously, starting to think you were wrong about her at first.

“oh, he’s with izzy. she said she’ll take care of him while we go out.” clary looks out the window, admiring the city.

“right.” you turn to your left to find that jace was already staring at you, his gaze low at the hem of your dress.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like the way you looked and felt in the dress and makeup you wore yesterday. you decided that before you headed back to the institute, you and izzy could go shopping. you found a ton of short dresses you bought without even trying on, of course.

“what’s up?” you say, staring at jace, his eyes dancing along the hem.

he shoot’s his head up, caught in the act. you smile to yourself. “you’re wearing makeup, aren’t you?”

you bite back a grin. “izzy gave me a bit, she said it looked pretty on me.”

jace doesn’t seem amused. “i think you look better without it.”

you don’t know if that’s a compliment, but you find yourself with a stupid grin plastered on your face as you watch the scenery outside of clary’s window.

“where are we going, by the way?” clary whispers.

“shit.” jace gasps as he grabs your hand, making you instinctively grab clary’s. he opens the door on his side and the driver stops the car, going to see why the door opened and you start running.

you and clary are cracking up at how concentrated jace is as he turns the corner.

“where are we going?!?” you repeat clary’s question from earlier as you start going down a hill.

“hodge used to take us there,” he turns to face you, who has no clue where he plans on going. you raise an eyebrow with crossed arms. “don’t start with the ‘oh, he used to take us everywhere!’ shit, we went a few times every week.”

you smile. you never realized how much of a father hodge acted as, your parents had died in a battle against vampires, and jace’s parents— no one really knew much about.

“i don’t know!” you squeal.

jace squeezes your hand a little tighter and angrily pushes past a crowd of people who jump at the feeling of being pushed but nothing to be pushed by. after blushing over this, you turn to clary who shrugs at jace’s random anger.

“are we going to see dorothea?” you gasp when you realize and jace giggles.

“dorothea?” clary asks, a little alarmed. “that’s my neighbor!”

“you live next to dorothea?” jace asks after turning around to face clary.

you see tension. you can practically feel it. it makes you sick to your stomach. clary’s going to take this moment to bond with jace, when you and him have been coming here since you were little.

“s-she’s— yes.” clary struggles, looking down at her feet.

“she’s yes?” jace laughs at her own joke. you force a laugh to get out of the rearview.

“i knew i recognized this street,” clary whispers to you as you turn the corner.

“okay.” you don’t even want to talk to her anymore. sure, it wasn’t her fault that she lives next to dorothea, but it was almost completely obvious she got nervous when jace got a little too close to her. you clear your throat. “jace, we’re here.”

jace was staring at the ground and he picks his head up without saying anything and turns back to you and clary.

“have you got a key?” he asks clary.

clary is still bright red as she nods, but she puts her hand under the mat on the porch and puts it through the keyhole.

“after you.” jace smiles brightly as he opens the door for you and clary.

you go in before her, jace takes notice to how you cut her off to get in front.

once the three of you are inside, you start to look around. it’s like a regular apartment building, budget was probably sixty thousand on the minimum interior decorating.

jace walks over to the first door on the first floor and knocks.

“shoo, put my mail at the door of my door!” you hear from inside. you look at jace and smile, who smiles back. this gives you major butterflies.

jace knocks again.

“disobeying bastards!” you hear dorothea yell from inside before the door opens and you get a clear view of her. she didn’t age, she was already really old. she looked the same.

“oh my lord!” she exclaims before extending her arms to jace and pulling him in a hug. jace doesn’t really appreciate physical touch that isn’t formed by him, but he accepts it because it’s dorothea. “jace, boy, you’ve gotten so big!”

she turns to you and extends her arms. “and hello, y/n… you’re still small and fragile…”

she chuckles to herself, but you can’t help but feel a little offended.

jace knows how you feel about this, so he rubs your back comfortingly.

“and clary…” she looks at her unamused and then opens the door completely so you all can walk in.

her place has remained the same over the years. not a single book, even, has moved.

you linger closer to jace as you tour her one-bedroom which seems to make him uncomfortable. like you’re following him.

dorothea smiles as she takes a seat at her table. “jace, y/n, come sit.”

you and jace look at each other. then you follow him to the table she’s sitting at as clary explores the room.

“oh, i can’t believe how long it’s been…” she says, looking teary eyed.

“twelve years.” you say, trying not to make it obvious you’re uncomfortable. the situation is awkward.

dorothea stares at you blankly. “you look so beautiful, dear.”

“uh, thanks… izzy let me borrow some makeup.”

if you were being honest, jace looked pissed. it was stupid he thought he could control how you lived.

“she still looks beautiful without it.” he says, facing dorothea. he doesn’t even shoot a second glance towards you.

your cheeks grow red rapidly, and you try not to smile. “thanks.”

jace crosses his arms.

dorothea smiles wildly at the two of you. “you two still plan on getting married? you’re together, right?”

you and jace look at each other and clary stops. she wants to see what he says.

then jace’s gaze moves to your ring and you feel like you’re about to explode.

jace then turns to dorothea. “maybe. i don’t know.”

you look to the side and jace doesn’t shoot a second glance to you.

is that why he gave you the ring? he still wants to marry you? like he did as a little boy?

“that’s wonderful, your babies would be beautiful you know?” dorothea clasps her hands and stands up. “well unfortunately you came at a bad time. i was just getting ready for bed, but don’t let that stop you. feel free to loiter, i suppose. i really did miss you children. and it was nice to see you, clary.”

she really doesn’t care about clary though, which makes you feel happy for some reason. like you won.

“y/n, you sure you don’t want to go home and go to bed?” jace asks with a smirk.

“shut up, jace. you never used to tease me about that. you always defended me for it.” you don’t know why you said it, but once it was out of your mouth, you felt you spoke the truth. you just wish it wasn’t in front of dorothea.

“i’m just joking,” jace laughs and clary is cracking up from beside you.

you have to finish what you started. “joking? but isn’t that what alec and izzy did? hell, even magnus!”

dorothea realized she wasn’t welcome in this argument and had made her way to the other room for bed. you shoot a glance at jace that says ‘bring this outside’ but not in a friendly manner.

jace grabs your hand and rushes you outside, leaving clary standing there, confused.

“you NEED to stop, okay?” jace spits, holding you by the shoulders.

“i’m sorry, are you angry i’m finally standing up to you and your obsession with clary?” as you said this, you kept getting up in his face. this didn’t please him in the slightest. he didn’t want to want to kiss you ask you SCREAMED at him.

“stand up for yourself some other fucking time! right now, we just came to see dorothea— i just BROUGHT you to see dorothea and you’re being an ungrateful fucking brat, you know that?”

you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t be blushing at his words. they’re not coming out in the sense you would blush at them, so why are you?

“jace..” you feel every wall within you fall. every hope and dream is shattered. “i’m done waiting for you.”

“waiting for me? waiting for me to do what?” his tone immediately dropped asks he felt his heart shatter.

your gaze is followed by jace’s when you look down at your hand and slowly slip the promise ring off of your finger. “i’m done waiting.”

you try to walk away, so he doesn’t see you cry, but he grabs you. he pulls you back in front of him and immediately attaches his lips to yours. you melt into the kiss as soon as he does it, your hands going around his neck while his travel to your waist. it was perfect. this was perfect.

after a good long moment, you come up for air, the first to pull away. you entangle your fingers in his hair and push your forehead onto his. “jace… you can’t.”

another part in jace shatters, but he doesn’t know what it is. “i can’t? i can’t what?”

you can’t help but look at his lips. pink already, and you’d only kissed for a good twenty seconds. you wonder if yours are like that. “we can’t do this. us.”

“what? why not?”

“because you love her.” you look towards the house, to dorothea’s room where clary was watching you through the window.

he chuckles and kisses you on the lips again, this time for longer. when he pulls away, he cups your face with his hand. “just you. only you. always you.”

which makes your heart explode. that was something you said to each other all the time as kids, and you can’t believe he remembered it.

“i’ve always loved you, y/n. did you think my promise ring was some kind of joke?”

[elodieballard]

Season 4 has me giggling, blushing, kicking my legs, eyes dilating

I’m literally so in love with that psycho blond bitch

[elodieballard]

suds

another non title fic bc i’m too lazy to get my computer

summary: u have a nightmare and peter does everything to help

warnings: violence, mention of guns, choking, (in the nightmare, very brief) shared bathtime (fluff)

i sit upright in bed with a fast motion, panting and sweating like a dog.

“fuck!” i whisper-shout, reaching up to feel my face.

i’d had a nightmare, a terrible, vivid night mare. i can still feel the gun pressed to my forehead and the tight, gloved hand around my throat.

as i try to catch my breath, to try and think happy things, i feel the bed move a bit. peter. i stay still, wondering if it’ll keep him asleep. maybe he will go straight back to bed if i’m still.

“baby?” he says from beside me. i frustratedly sigh.

“yes, love?” my words are still tear filled, shaky, and thick.

peter doesn’t respond. instead, he stops for a second, then pushes himself up. “are you crying?”

his eyes come into view. his beautiful blue eyes— shining in the moonlight, the glow dancing over his features and giving them a more lively look, like he didn’t just wake up.

before i met peter, i though there was pretty, and handsome. gender assigned. pretty was for the girls and handsome was for the boys. but now every time i think of him, i’m thinking of the prettiest boy in the world. handsome, sure, but there’s something about him that is pretty.

he fully pushes himself up, getting a look at my face. “you are,” he grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. he starts stroking my cheek. i close my eyes. “what happened my love?”

i let out a deep breath, feeling comforted. “i had,” i open my eyes. “a nightmare. it was just a silly nightmare.”

“oh,” he sighs, his hand traveling to my lower back and pulling me closer to him. “don’t be ashamed. they’re nightmares for a reason.”

“yes, but nightmares scare children. i am surely, obviously, not a child.”

“there’s no age limit to fears. i get afraid of nightmares, too. there is truly nothing to be ashamed of.”

i nod, closing my eyes again. for a moment, there’s nothing to be heard but our shared breaths. i open my eyes to look at him. we make eye contact.

then he parts his lips. “would you like to get up? yes?”

i sigh. then, letting go of his hand, i nod.

“good girl. let’s get you settled, hm?”

~ “there.” peter whispers gently as he turns the bath water off.

“peter,” i call after him quietly as he begins to leave the bathroom. he turns around and just stares, waiting for me to finish my sentence, but nothing comes out. he sighs.

“let me guess, she doesn’t want to be alone?” he smiles as we walks back over to me.

“i’m sorry.” i whisper. he kisses the crown of my forehead, “this is where it happened in my dream.”

“what happened?” he asks as he slides his shirt off. he looks up after a few seconds, confused by my silence. “it’s okay, sweetheart. i’m sorry for asking. i know you’re still frightened.” he steps to me, hands going to the bottom of my shirt. he slides it up.

“mm,” i groan, pushing my head onto his chest.

“what’s the matter love?”

“tired,” i whisper. he nods, beginning to tug at my shorts. i back up a bit so he can do it. “i can do it.”

he nods, going back to his sweatpants. we both strip and he grabs my hand, sliding into the tub first. “ready?” i nod.

i step into the bath, immediately laying down on top of him. he hums, pushing my head into the bed of his neck.

“already feeling better?” he asks. but when i close my eyes, all i see is that greasy haired man with the gun, trying to shoot me. and i can’t lie to him. i shake my head.

he sighs frustratedly. “what am i supposed to do with you, baby?”

i sigh. i hum an “i don’t know” into his neck and give it a kiss.

suddenly, i feel wet fabric press against my skin. peter squeezes soap onto my back and rubs it in with the rag. “relaxing, yes?”

i let out a deep breath, nodding. he slowly works his way up my body, rubbing the suds in forms of hearts as he washes the soap off.

“poor baby,” he whispers as he washes my neck. “my sweet girl doesn’t deserve this.” he places a kiss to my forehead. “beautiful.” he whispers before i lean my head back down to listen to his heartbeat.

~ “now do you want anything else, darling?” peter asks as he hands me a cup of milk. i examine it, not sure what i’m looking for.

“no thank you.” i whisper. i being the cup to my lips, sipping gently.

“you know, you don’t always need to be calm to have a good night sleep.” peter says quietly as he slides into bed.

i raise an eyebrow, looking over to him. he sighs. “are you still alarmed?” i shake my head. “good. then you should go to sleep.”

“no,” i say quickly. “i’d like to stay up.”

he smiles. “of course.” i put the cup of milk on the bedside table, pulling the covers up all the way to my chin. peter grabs me by the arm, hands traveling to my waist to pull me closer to him. he lowers my body so i can lay at his chest. he knows how much i like to listen to his heartbeat, he knows how much it soothes me. one hand goes to my waist, the other goes to my hair as he runs his fingers through it. “my, my, darling, you’re quite tired.”

“not yet,” i let my voice muffle out of his chest. “just a little longer.”

“why?” he asks.

i stretch up, kissing him on the lips. the kiss lasts a good twenty seconds before i pull away and bring our foreheads to each other. “that’s why.” i whisper.

he chuckles, pushing my body further down his where he can kiss at my hair and play with it all he wants. “good night, baby.” is all he says before i fall asleep.

[elodieballard]

disclaimer

sry about not putting a title on my last one shot, i was using my phone to write ! i also really like the story line in it (beware of non-proofread paragraphs) so u should really go read it! love u all, new chapter of mixtape to wattpad today!

[elodieballard]

take a toll.

summary: y/n and peter escape the lab and as they do, she gets injured.

warnings: violence, angst, fluff

“eleven, grab onto my shirt and hold it until i tell you to stop, got it?” i say, gritting my teeth together.

as an orderly, it was important to help the children whenever they needed it, or whenever it was required. they commonly get afraid at the thought of being put on the spot to do something they have no clue how to. making sure this doesn’t distract them, any orderly is required to give proper instructions for lessons a little more advanced. for example, combat lessons.

it is very unusual to have combat lessons in the lab, because it is strictly prohibited for these children never to have to face combat as such. they’ve never been allowed to fight physically, and are scolded for fighting verbally as well.

combat lessons weren’t really needed in a facility where you wouldn’t normally have it nor would you be allowed to leave. outside of the facility is nothing but distractions to learning the powers, dr. brenner says.

growing up like a normal child is not a benefit to practicing telekinesis as such. going to the mall, paying attention and learning in school is not going to have your mind set on powers as it would be in the lab, where your entire existence was to use your powers and work with them— always to stay,

and never to leave.

yet here eleven was, holding the tug of my shirt in the back as we ran out of the boiler room, darting past cameras in the corners of walls.

“hey!” i hear from in front of us as guards approach. “where do you think you’re going?” it’s miller.

both eleven’s and peter’s grip tighten. i sigh, hearing footsteps behind me as i turn around to see the tazer shocking itself.

“against the wall. all of you. now!”

“peter, i think we-”

“no,” he says, turning to me. as he does, i’m reminded of the streak of blood running down the neck from the bursted soteria. “you don’t have to be afraid of them, y/n. not anymore.”

eleven looks at me. now that i’ve realized i’d grabbed her hand in the mist of all this happening, i give it a reassuring squeeze without paying her a look. i’m focused on peter.

miller smirks. “take em’.”

the men start slowly walking to us, but peter turns around quickly. my gaze is shifted to behind us, where the men are blasted into the wall.

by his outstretched hand.

in this moment, it feels like everything slows down. it’s all moving a little too quick, giving me an uneasy feeling.

the sends the rest flying, leaving miller standing there. “please, i’m-” his hands are stretched in front of him as he slowly backs up.

peter pauses. i wonder if he’s going to let him go, but he breathes heavily and tilts his neck impulsively. miller’s neck snaps and he falls to the ground, lifeless.

i can’t help but breathe extremely heavy. i can’t tell if i’m about to pass out or if it’s a migraine. nonetheless, my thoughts are sliced when peter turns to both eleven and me and stares for a moment. “come.”

he grabs my left hand, eleven’s still in my right. he takes us to the tidy storage closet about a bookshelf away and closes the door behind him with two hands.

“wait here, don’t move,” he demands, turning to us. “i’m going to find us a way out.”

“wait!” eleven says before he can open the door. “how did you-”

“like i said,” he drops his voice an octave. “we’re alike.”

eleven falls silent as her gaze follows his, down to his wrist. with his right hand, he pulls his left sleeve up.

i gasp.

001.

that’s all that’s there. it’s the only thing it reads. it’s simply a tiny, tattooed, inked number. but it held the end to a mystery, a fairytale.

he smirks a bit, turning to leave, then stops. he turns a bit.

he notices what i didn't notice— my tears. he leans over to me, cupping my face in his hands and swiping the tear away with his hand. “don’t be afraid. i won’t hurt you.” he sighs as my expression doesn’t change and i stay frozen. “i promise you i will be right back, love.”

he places a kiss on my forehead and makes his way to the door for the final time, closing it gently behind him.

my breathing becomes heavier once i feel abandoned. abandoned with eleven, that is. maybe it makes me feel better.

i hope i’m just with eleven for a little bit.

~

my bloody thumbs are starting to taste bitter, relishing in the violence i’d soaked them in as i’ve bitten them for the past thirty minutes.

there is a lot to think about. like why didn’t peter tell me this before? why did he keep it a secret? will he even come back? would he leave me here to die and rot with a nine year old child?n

as my questions have been mentally asked with no verbal or physical answer, the real world and its sounds start to come more apparent eventually, making the sudden screams i’m immersing in throughout my ears more vivid.

“eleven,” i say, and she’s torn from her thoughts as well. “i think we should find peter.”

she swallows, but nods determinedly.

i grab her hand and slowly crack the door open, peering out to make sure no one is there. i look back to eleven, reassuring her, but she already seems too anxious for that.

i open the door completely, waking out. the lights were flashing and alarms were going off but only in certain hallways.

as i make my way down the hallway, the building looks untouched. like there was no need to have emergency alarms blaring through the facility.

but then as i turned the corner towards the exit, i saw it. i saw the reason i had to shield eleven’s eyes for horrors ahead of me.

many workers once in their pristine white suits were now covered in blood, banged up and lifeless on the floor. “oh!” i exclaimed, breathing heavier by the second as i turned the corner closer to the exit.

and there he was.

covered in blood. peter, sending a guard into the wall, snapping her bones soon after. she drops to the floor, thudding and rolling onto her stomach—he did this all.

“peter, what did you—” i call, but he wipes the blood from his nose and slowly walks towards me.

i think all of the guards are dead. i think they’re all decaying in that pile of camouflage bodies with broken bones. i don’t think peter needs to worry about any more coming.

he grips my chin with his hand, grabbing eleven’s arm and fitting the palm of her hand to his chest, where his heartbeat is.

“feel it?” he asks. he gives her a sympathetic look ask she swallows saliva down her throat from her dry cries.

“s-slightly.” she replies.

“it’s not heavy, is it?” he asks her, tilting his head.

“no.”

he strokes her cheek before bringing both of his hands to my face, cupping hit and drinking in the sight of my worries. “did you hear what she said?”

i swallow. “yes.”

“that means i’m calm. there is nothing to worry about, my love.” my gaze shoots over to the pile of dead guards. “don’t feel sorry for them. you know how terrible they were. to you. to me.” he smiles. “don’t you remember then punishing me? all because i wanted to help eleven?” i nod slowly. his grin grows wider for a moment, trying to calm me down. he wipes a tear from my eye and i can’t help but flinch. his brows furrowed. “don’t you get it? i’m not going to hurt you.”

i suddenly can’t meet his eyes. “i know, peter… but…”

“but what sweetheart?” he tilts his head. “i need you to use your words. you can do it.”

i look up into his eyes again, scanning the rest of his face with the corner of my eyes. “i just.. are you hurt?”

his eyes tear up and he pulls me close to him, hugging me. “you’re such a sweet girl. you’re such a sweet girl. you’re my sweet girl.”

my breath hitches for a second and i bury my nose further into his neck, only being intoxicated with the smell of blood, making me hazy and almost needing to pass out.

“you don’t need to worry about anything.” he says as i look up at him. his eyes are closed, taking in the feeling of me. i relax a bit.

“wait!” eleven shouts.

i immediately scream at the sudden jolt of electricity flooding through me. the world goes black and starts flashing as the room spins.

“brenner, son of a bitch!” i hear peter’s shouts muffle as i fall to the floor, still feeling that terrible electricity hit me over and over again.

~ beep, beep, beep.

is the sound i’m greeted with as my eyes slowly flutter open.

shit. white tile ceiling.

either that was a dream, or i’m back in the lab.

i think i’m back in the lab, because the crucifying feeling running through my veins from everywhere is still there.

though it’s blurry and looks like i’m looking through a kaleidoscope, i manage to get myself to look past the ceiling.

i’m in a hospital room. not a familiar one from the lab, just a hospital room. i look around, not bothering to twist my head in any direction. a head of golden blonde hair perched in a seat, staring upwards at the ceiling.

i lift my head to look at peter completely, next to see eleven beside him, looking through a childrens magazine with a catalogue. they don’t notice i’m awake, so i continue to watch them.

“i like this one.” eleven points at a spot on the page. peter looks and nods.

“we can get that one too.”

for a few more seconds, she continues to point at what she likes and peter, annoyed, stays shrugging it off and nodding at it, mumbling little things like “pretty” and “would look nice on you.”

i groan when i feel a shocking cramp in my neck, where i was tazed.

from the corner of my eye, the blonde’s head flies up and looks at me, brightening at the sight of seeing me awake.

“y/n!” he exclaims, running over to me.

he kisses me on the lips, then peppers tiny kisses all over my face. i giggle, trying to pull him away to stop.

“okay, okay, peter!” i laugh. he goes down to my neck, laughing against my skin. “stop!”

he continues laughing as he leans up and places a big kiss on my forehead.

“peter,” i say as he nuzzled his head into my neck.

“mm,” he hums, kissing back there.

“why are we in a hospital?” i ask. my hands trail up to play with his hair and i feel him frown against my neck.

“you don’t remember?”

“i do, but you’ve been tazed many times and have never had to go to a hospital. shit, you haven’t even had to go to the hospital wing?”

he hums, placing another kiss at the back of my neck. “yeah, but love, they’ve never used that type of energy on me.”

“energy?”

“don’t be silly, darling. you should know it takes energy to create electricity.” he remarks.

“sure i do. but ‘that type’?” i ask, tugging at a strand of hair and he groans.

“they used drugged energy. to make the surge more dangerous. they attempted to kill you, and they did take a toll on your brain. but they failed pretty terribly, and i fixed your brain with my powers.” he sighs, leaning up from my neck. “think you can get up?”

“why?”

“i just really want to hold you.” he replies.

i nod and push myself up, feeling the soreness. i groan.

“i know, baby, i know.” he says, picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to his chair.

“baby?” i say, and he looks back at me.

“what? you don’t like it?” he asks.

“no, actually, i really really like it. a lot.” i reply. “a lot.”

“so?”

“it’s new. but i love it. don’t ever stop calling me that.” i sigh.

“i won’t baby.” he says, kissing behind my ear.

[elodieballard]

hard working.

disclaimer: in this story, peter is allowed to leave the lab.

description: peter is always busy working at the lab that you don't even realize he's being hurt there.

ages: peter is twenty. you are nineteen.

warnings: angst, talk of abuse

i sigh, looking out the window as i drop the book from my hands. the rain taps gentle, soft sounds dripping down the glass as i let my every thought consume me, feeling more vulnerable by the moment.

i'm sitting criscrossed until i curl up into a ball and cry for a little bit. peter is still not home. it's already nine o'clock and i'm starting to get worried. i don't know what happened to me today, but suddenly i'd become sad over the fact my boyfriend wasn't home much anymore.

peter ballard works at hawkins lab, a government facility no one really knows much about. if i'm being honest, i don't even know much about it either. everytime i ask peter about it, he claims its confidential and apart of his contract not to give much information about it out. as i don't have a job yet-- (i'm simply nineteen,)-- i can't understand too much about it, but i've grown to trust peter more than anyone in the entire world, so i believe it without turning back.

but now i'm starting to realize that maybe he doesn't tell me these things because he's not interested in me enough to have me know. at first, he was always around when he wasn't at work. he'd try not to work too many hours in the day to just spend time with me, and i really loved knowing that. he'd be happy to see me when he came home even if he only worked five hours. but now when he gets home the only thing he does is shower and spend thirty more minutes in the bathroom and head to bed. like he's avoiding me.

i groan, not knowing what to do for the rest of the relationship. i don't want to be a burden to him anymore. i don't want him to come home and spend an hour in the bathroom just so he doesn't have to see me. it's not good for him. maybe it's bad that i'm only thinking of him when i realize it's possible we may have to break up, but that's just how it is for me.

i start shaking with tears as i realize i have to break up with him. this time, i don't really care what peter thinks about the breakup because i know he simply won't care, i'm upset about the way i'll feel. i love peter so much, but it's so hard to let him know this when he never speak to me.

i continue crying so much that i don't hear the front door open. i wipe my tears over and over again, crying into my hands when i start hearing his voice.

"y/n?" he questions, walking slowly towards me. i turn back to see him in his white orderly clothes, eyes baggy. i turn back to the window. he can't see me like this. "y/n, what happened, darling?"

my eyebrows are suddenly attracted to each other in confusion. he doesn't really call me that anymore.

"can you hear me?" he asks at the lack of my response.

"what is it, peter?" i ask harshly. he takes a step back at this, but returns to his original spot and sits down, grabbing my face with his hand and turning me to look at him.

"why are you crying?" he kisses at my tears. i can't help but let him see my confusion on my face; he has not shown this affection to me in so long.

"nothing."

"you know you can tell me anything, right, baby?" he cooes, pulling away from my cheek. the pet name gives me goosebumps.

"bullshit, peter." i say rolling my eyes. the smile on his face disappears and is replaced with confusion. "you can't even speak about that when the only things you say to me in a day are 'hi' and 'goodnight.' and you don't even tell me what the hell you do at your stupid job anyway, so don't talk to me about telling you things because you have no room to talk."

peter frowns, tears teasing the brim of his eyes. "you think that?"

"no peter, i just said that because i was bored," i remark sarcastically, almost about to cry again when i see his tears.

"why do you think that? hm?" he asks, grabbing my chin to look up at him. i roll my eyes.

"you're so distant."

"well that's just not true. we sleep in the same bed. that's pretty close."

"i mean mentally! you don't even speak to me, you only spend your time at work, and who knows if you're cheating on me?" i spit.

peter doesn't meet my eyes, hurt at my words. i swallow my own spit as i'd created a lot in my short outburst.

"why," he says shakily, a tear falling from his eyes as he looks back up at me. "why don't you trust me?"

now i can't meet his eyes. "that's not it. i trust you more than anything, i trust you with my life, but... peter, i'm hurt by the way things have been going."

"well you know, all of those things you said about me, they're not true, right? you know they're not true, right, baby?" he asks, choking on his tears as he strokes my cheek.

i fall silent, looking at the floor. peter shakes his head, most likely disgusted by me. i start crying a bit more.

"you don't know that, do you?" he lets his face fall, discarding his hand from my face.

"peter, i don't mean it like that," i cry as he gets up. i grab his arm and pull him back down, but he shoves me off of him.

"don't touch me or i'm breaking up with you." he sort of yells, walking out of the living room.

i almost start crying in defeat, giving up, when i start to randomly remember all of our happy memories. when we first met at the coffee shop. when we went to the beach a few years ago. our first kiss. our first date.

i shake my head, suddenly done crying. i get up and run upstairs to our bedroom, then follow into the bathroom where i find him with his back to me and his shirt off. i gasp, almost about to cry when i look at his back. he turns around, hearing me.

his gaze falls to the floor, almost like he's embarrassed or ashamed. "peter," i say as a tear falls from my eye. i walk over to him and cup his face in my hands. he swallows, not meeting my eyes. i turn him around and stare at his back, which was covered in scratches and a big gash.

"you're not supposed to see that," he admits, throwing his head back in pain as i lightly stroke the cut.

"what happened?' i cry. i lean on his shoulder without touching any bruises, careful not to hurt him.

this breaks him. he starts sobbing like crazy and i just can't do anything about it, which shatters my heart. "it hurts so bad," he gasps for air in between his cries. "i just want it to stop, i just want the pain to stop."

i start crying like crazy now, kissing him all over his jawline and his face to quiet him down, to make him feel safe. he wraps his arms around my waist, crying into my hair.

"i love you, peter. i had no clue," i whisper into his ear. "i love you, i love you, i love you."

"i'm so sorry."

"shush with that, baby. you have nothing to be sorry about. this isn't your fault."

"it is," he pulls away from me, looking down at me with his icy blue gaze.

"what?"

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i sigh into peter's chest as we lay on the bed together. i nuzzle my head closer to him and he groans at the force.

"do you want me to tell you now?" he asks. i nod my head with no words, just wanting to listen to his voice.

he sighs. "the lab i work at tests on children. these children are special. but this simply can not be sugar coated. these children suffer from domestic abuse, just as i do."

i look up at him, feeling sad for him. he continues, "i need to help these children get out of there. one in particular, she would get killed if she doesn't escape soon. they figured out i'm helping her, and they hurt me, just as they normally did."

"quit that job peter," i say shakily. "maybe," he says, stroking my hair. "i just need to get that kid out of there."

i feel so safe in his arms that i start to drift asleep, and right before i do, i feel a kiss on my forehead. "i love you." peter says before resting his chin on my head.