Heroes Reader Inserts

Peter Petrelli

**Requested by @LongoGirl
Hope you enjoy! I still take requests and I'm trying to update this more! Sorry it's so short..
Trigger warnings for a character having anxiety and PTSD.**

It all started one night when the lamp exploded. Your boyfriend, Peter Petrelli, had been suffering from PTSD and nightmares linked to that. Every night he would wake up screaming or crying, occasionally both.

One night, a hand shot out and hit your stomach. You yelped and snapped awake, harshly sitting up and coughing. That's when the lamp exploded and the glass shot into your hands and arms much faster than anything else. Peter screamed beside you, bolting upright panting.

"Petey?!" You gasp, slowly reaching your hand out to him.

"You're, you're bleeding." He panted, immediately holding your hand. Cuts from the glass littered both your arms, blood slowly oozing out of them. Peter looked horrified, instantly knowing it was his fault.

"I'm okay. You hit me in the stomach pretty hard and then the lamp exploded.." You explain, getting up. You tiptoed your way around the shards, wincing as a few pierced the bottom of your feet.

The first thing you did was pull the shards out of your feet, put shoes on, and vacuum all the glass. Peter remained in bed, tears rolling down his face as he clutched a pillow. Rarely, very rarely, did he display this sort of emotion to you. Finishing up, you crawled back into bed beside Peter.

"The powers are out of control. I hurt you, unintentionally definitely, but none the less." Peter insisted, his hands beginning to get shaky. The TV across the room began to float; a chair made its way across the room. "Lock me up, something, please."

"Peter. Look at me." You sternly say, roughly taking both your hands on his face. You practically had to gently force his head to face you. His breathing slowed as your eyes locked, the shaking subsided. "Good. You need to breathe in and out. Calm down. In and out. In and out. Then lay down. I will take you to Nathan tomorrow."

Peter did as you said and eventually calmed down and his breathing returned to normal.

The next day Nathan had you two go to a doctor. Obviously you couldn't say that Peter had powers but you could get them to convince that Peter had PTSD and anxiety. They got him medication to help the problem, even though he didn't truly truly have it.

Months passed without incident of any kind and neither of you could be happier.