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jamilelucato · 2 years

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What about vecna with a female reader who’s the queen to his king?

Fluff plz

show: Stranger Things (SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4)

pairing: f!reader x peter ballard/henry/vecna/001

summary: Steve Harrington's sister decides she needs to visit the Upside Down one more time.

a/n: hi! hope you like it! I know it's not much fluffy but I tried my best :) @stygianoir

*** there are some mentions of depression and k#lling oneself so heads up guys

“I don’t like this plan, sis,” said Steve, shaking his head.

She stared at him, with a kind smile. He was her favourite brother, or, in her case, her only brother. But it didn’t matter. [y/n] could have had twenty brothers and she’d still say Steve was her favourite. They were like that.

“Well, we don’t have a better one, do we?” she said, sighing.

After becoming friends with Nancy’s brother’s friend group, Steve Harrington didn’t have much choice but to do everything in his power to protect those children. That, unfortunately, meant one terrible night where his sister followed him to figure out what was happening with her older brother only to get sucked into the Upside Down with Will Byers.

While the young boy got sick and had to be hospitalized, she, on the other hand, was completely fine. [y/n] Harrington had nightmares every night, and she’d wake in a cold sweat, but so would all of them. The whole gang was having trouble sleeping after that first experience with the other side.

But, deep down, [y/n] knew something was wrong. Something had changed, not just in her mind, but in her very core. That wasn’t enough to alarm anyone, so she kept it quiet. [y/n] tried to live her life like it was before she met Eleven and befriended a bunch of twelve-year-olds.

One day, then, it was as if nothing had been fixed — the Upside Down invaded their lives all over again and [y/n] had to jump into action to protect not only herself and her brother but also the children she learned to love. However, this time, she had an advantage not foreseen: [y/n] had powers.

Not as big and awesome as Eleven’s — no, definitely not deadly like hers — but they were powers nonetheless. [y/n] could lift some things (small and almost weightless things) in the air with just her mind. And when she wanted something, to influence someone, she could do it. The whole gang was shocked when she commended a Russian to stop in his tracks and leave them be. Yeah, it had been just one of the Russians but it was a big thing in the eyes of Max, the redheaded girl that saw [y/n] with good eyes.

So, it was no surprise that when there was a big chance another demon from the Upside Down was at Hawkins again, [y/n] was in the middle of the action, as an active member of the party.

“You were there Stee, you saw when Max got in a trance,” she said, trying to convince her brother with words and not her powers. It was true she hadn't been practising much — she didn’t like it — but she knew it could slip on, like a switch, without her even noticing it. “That girl is in danger and we’re just gonna let that happen?”

“I know you wanna help Max, I do too, but this is not the way!” Steve was raising his voice at her, but only because he loved her so very much and he could not manage to lose her. “You’re not going to the Upside Down. Not again!”

“Steve, this might be our only shot,” said Nancy, opining in. She had become a dear friend to you, and, in those moments where Steve was hotheaded, Nancy would always be at your side.

“She’s not as powerful as El, Nancy!” exclaimed Steve. “She might have some abilities, which are cool, but they aren’t enough! We’ll be delivering her directly to the Vecna thing. Robin, say something!”

Robin, surprised with being called out, stared from Steve to [y/n] and gulped. “Maybe it’s better… it’s better if she goes, Steve.”

Steve stared at his best friend with disbelief.

“Steve,” [y/n] placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “Don’t make me use my powers on you.”

“You can’t,” he looked at her, but she didn’t budge. She raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t.”

“Brother, you know I’m our only chance right now. Eleven lost her powers, but I didn’t. They might seem small, but they’re all we’ve got. Let me fight Vecna, Stee.”

He closed his eyes tight, placing his hand over hers.

“I know you’re our best weapon at the time, but… but, [y/n], you’ll be getting inside his territory. Don’t you think Vecna will be secure there?” Steve asked, giving in on her request, but at the same time acting very much worried.

Robin watched the exchange with pity in her eyes.

“It will be worse if we wait for Vecna to get here. He’ll be stronger,” she said.

“Besides, [y/n]’s powers are more of the psychic kind if you think about it. She has a fair chance against the monster that attacks the minds of others,” said Nancy, looking at Steve.

“So,” said Dustin, walking in and noticing the whole emotional scene displayed, “do we have a decision?”

They all looked at Steve Harrington, the brother with everything to lose.

“We do.”

Dustin had discovered that the only possible place for the portal to be at was the lake, and so that was where they dropped you off. Wearing her clothes still, [y/n] jumped in and swam to the deep bottom, looking for the “secret passage”. And as the boy had stated, there it was.

It was disgusting and gross, but [y/n] Harrington knew she had to do what was needed, what was best for everyone in Hawkins. She closed her eyes and worked her legs, throwing herself in.

After a second of full darkness, [y/n] managed to see light. She had been to the Upside Down before, but this time, it was different. It didn’t look like it at all. First, because there was light, quite a big deal of it if compared to the traumatic time [y/n] passed down here.

But it wasn’t just the light itself. The inverted Hawkins was just like the normal one. No mystic fog or weird gross things on the ground. This time, the Upside Down was a complete and faithful copy of the city [y/n] grew at.

Something was wrong, she thought while getting up.

“It’s different, isn’t it?”

[y/n] froze. Where was the voice coming from? Was it Vecna’s?

“It’s distinct from your last time here.”

“Who said that?” she shouted to the atmosphere.

She went on, walking, but it didn’t feel like escaping, because there wasn’t anything visible to escape from. It all was quiet and clean. She felt like she saw someone, maybe lurking behind a tree, but she checked and the woods seemed empty. “Who are you?” she asked again, taking just one step towards where her heart guided.

“Ouch, [y/n]. You don’t remember me?”

She was confused. The voice did seem familiar, but how could it? It was Max who was constantly hearing Vecna, not her — even though you prayed for God to swap places with the poor girl. It seemed like the voice belonged to a man, certainly young, but older than Steve and older than her (who, to everyone’s disbelief, was older than her brother).

“Who are you?”

“I see you went out of your way to forget me,” the voice said and it felt like it was closer to her, even though she could not see anything outside from the clean version of the Upside Down. “That’s not a problem here, however. You’ll soon remember.”

“Remember what?” she asked, but her question echoed, remaining answerless. Until darkness swallowed her whole.

Not too long ago, her parents had rented a house for their stay on the California beach but, unfortunately, the trip was a failure, because not one of their five-day-stay had the sun come out and the temperature was so low, [y/n] and Steve had to cosy up together to feel some warmness, as they had not brought enough cold-weather clothes in their luggage.

That was a terrible trip and [y/n] vowed to never leave the house without some (any) warm clothes with her.

But how could she have guessed that just by taking the trash out she’d be tossed in the Upside Down?

Of course, when it happened, there wasn’t a name for the place or someone to talk to about naming it. Back on her Upside Down stay, she didn’t even know Will was down there with her. She knew he went missing, poor kid. But there was all he was to her — a missing kid from her town.

She had graduated high school one year before that fateful event, and she was only still in Hawkins because her parents had no money to afford the universities she had been accepted in. No, it definitely was not a great period for [y/n] Harrington, but sure she did not expect it could get worse — worse even than the trip to California.

No one knew much about her time in that dark, cold place. Steve knew enough to comprehend his sister was not well, but he never asked much and [y/n] never tried telling. What would she tell her little brother? That she felt hopeless and wanted to die every second she spent in that particular hell? That she tried to kill herself, but even then her bad luck kept her alive? That down there she reflected upon her whole life and she felt like she only had herself to blame for everything?

Besides, it wasn’t like coming back home had healed her wounds. [y/n] woke up every day with cold sweat, and no amount of shower and scrubbing could make her feel clean again.

Oh, the Upside Down was like really bad karma. And she didn’t even feel like she deserved it.

So, like any insane person, she repressed it. Never mentioned it. Yeah, she got some cool powers out of it, but they were useless to the countless creatures she had seen in that place. Moreover, once she was back at Hawkins, five little kids seemed to cling to her — including Will — and, with her brother, they became “the babysitters”.

[y/n] wished she could close her eyes and suppress it again, but — she then was undoubtedly sure it was Vecna — the memory started replaying right before her eyes. It wasn’t like watching it, though, it was more of a first-person experience, and she was again in her shoes, again an eighteen-year-old scared to death.

Her memory started right when she decided she’d only be free of the Upside Down if she “ended” herself. The disgusting place was very much dark, and there were what she believed to be animals flying all around. Some grotesque and demonic version of pterosaurs that wanted her dead.

Except, they didn’t. Not that day as it seemed.

Not one of them flew in her direction, and not even the creepers crawled her way. [y/n] Harrington was walking around post-apocalyptic Hawkins as if she was God herself.

But that wasn’t enough to convince herself she should be alive. Oh, no. She planned on camping outside. Maybe the monsters weren’t attacking because it was some sort of day for them, so she’d wait for their night hours of hunting. She was so dirty that she didn’t even bother to sit on the ground.

Until she saw someone.

It was a tall boy, perhaps a man, she couldn’t see from far away. Her new version of reliving her memories was completely confused. She didn’t remember that. To her twenty-one-year-old self, that day in the Upside Down in 1983, she tried to kill herself, but she failed, and, later on, she looked for a new house to take place until she found Will and the people that came to rescue the two of them.

But that opportunity to be almost nineteen again was showing her new things.

“You’ll soon remember,” Vecna’s voice echoed in her mind.

The young man was now very close to her and she noticed he was not as young as she thought. He was pretty, or at least, as pretty as you could be in the Upside Down, but he was very much possibly older than twenty-five.

“Hey!” she shouted, her heart of the memory racing. Had she met someone down there, someone other than Will?

The man stopped his walk and looked around, meeting her eyes.

“Hey!” she shouted again, running towards him. How bad could this stranger be compared to the monsters of goop? “Hi, there!”

“Hello,” he said, careful. As if he needed to be afraid of her. As if they were not where no human was supposed to be.

“Oh, my! You have no idea how glad I am to see another human being,” [y/n] said, placing her hands on her knees because running in a place low on oxygen was not very good. “My name’s [y/n] Harrington. What’s yours?”

But he didn’t answer immediately. He studied her, looking her up and down. [y/n] was confused — was the man not relieved to see another person?

Maybe he was sad she was not the rescue.

“My name’s Henry,” he said, simply.

“Henry. Ok. How long have you been down here?” she asked, patiently. Maybe he had been so long away from civilization that he lost his ways, she thought.

“A while,” he replied. [y/n] bit her lip, unsure of what to say. It was hard talking to someone that didn’t want to talk. “Don’t you have shelter?”

“It was destroyed,” she said, for she knew saying she was trying to kill herself was not a very “hopeful” thing to say.

He looked around, but her house was too far away for him to identify it anyway. If he lived in Hawkins, he might have been able to recognize the Harrington house.

“You should find a new refuge then. There’s a house down this street…”

“Yours?” she asked, curious.

He hesitated. “Yes,” he pointed but she couldn’t see anything with the fog. “You can take place there.”

“With you?”

He stared at her and for a second his blue eyes scared her.

“Sure.”

He started walking and she followed him, but it all seemed weird, in the memory and for the twenty-two-year-old reliving it.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

Her question lingered for he did not answer.

“Like, why are we here? What is here? Is this the future?” she gabbled, as she always did when nervous. “Are we dead?”

“We’re not dead,” he said, emotionless. “We’re just here.”

“Here where?”

He didn’t answer. She supposed he didn’t have a name for it either.

“Have you seen a way out?”

He slowed his walk just to stare back at her. He didn’t say anything again, and she knew he didn’t have to — if there was a way out, did she think he’d still be there?

They kept walking until she saw a house, an enormous house, by the way, something out of an old times movie. She thought about complementing it, but she felt like it wouldn’t be right since it wasn’t the real house.

She let him get in first, as the place belonged to him.

“Come on in,” he said, making room for her to pass through the beautiful front door.

Inside, the house felt even fancier, because it looked untouched by those demons that were tormenting hers all the time. Yes, it looked dark — as everything in the Upside Down did — but it wasn’t actually all that cold.

“It’s safer here,” he said, noticing she was staring. “I don’t know why.”

It felt like he knew why, was what older [y/n] thought, but [y/n] from the memory was too distracted looking around.

She stared back at the blond man with blue eyes.

“Thank you.”

She woke up, or at least it felt like waking up, in the new version of the Upside Down, the version Vecna was holding up just for her.

“Do you remember now?” the voice echoed.

“Who’s Henry?” she asked back at the voice. “Did he die?”

“I suppose he did now,” the voice said, in a condescending tone. “So, I ask again, do you remember?”

“No?” she said, but she wasn’t confident. “Are you playing with my memories?”

“Brave of you to make direct questions to the Upside Down monster.”

The monster was right to point that out, but [y/n] was not one to stay silent and die wondering. Besides, his answer awoke something in her brain.

“You talk.”

“Sure you had noticed before,” said the voice.

“Yes, but you don’t talk. Upside Down monsters don’t talk.”

“I’m no ordinary monster,” was his reply and even though she could not see him, [y/n] thought of how ironic because it felt like she was staring deep down at his blue eyes.

“No,” she said, agreeing. “You’re Henry.”

Suddenly, there was no more need for tricks of the mind. No need to relive memories because they all came back — the nights at Henry’s house and the days hunting with him for food (well, going to the supermarket, but they had to fight some monsters on the way). Abruptly, it was like she never forgot, like she went early to bed just to dream with him, because then, the Upside Down wasn’t so bad.

[y/n] remembered it all, just by hearing his name on her lips. Because once they were like that. They were connected.

He was the one that gave her her powers. She used her powers so many times since she left Upside Down but not even once did she think of him when doing so. She felt bad for forgetting him.

“Did I… did I forget you alone?” she asked, referring to if he did something to her so she wouldn’t remember.

“I… when I knew you’d had to go up, I might have influenced your mind. But the rest, the full mind block, that was you,” he replied.

“Show yourself,” she said, almost crying. “Please.”

He couldn’t deny her requests when she said “please”.

Even though she feared his looks would scare her, he did it anyway. When they met, they already looked like a monster, but he used his powers to shift back to his looks from when in the lab. However, now, he was using a lot of his power to access Hawkins, the real one, and also using it to shape the Upside Down to a cleaner look, as he had memorized she felt disgusted to be there in 1983.

“Henry,” she said, tenderly, raising her left hand but too scared to touch him.

He closed his eyes, afraid that the only part that remained human of him would be too scared in a body like that, but she wasn’t afraid of his looks. She was afraid for him, afraid for what he had become.

“You told me you didn’t look as you showed,” [y/n] said, referencing their talks in the past. “But I didn’t know…”

“That I looked ugly?”

“No, that’s not it,” she said. “I didn’t know you were damaged.”

He opened his eyes, slowly, and she was glad to see the beautiful blue again.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

He swallowed hard, scared of her proximity. They hadn’t been that close in three years; besides, he didn’t look a monster when they did.

Her left hand found its way to his face.

“It doesn’t,” he finally answered.

“Even though I didn’t remember you, I missed you,” [y/n] said, in a whisper.

His face leaned in her palm.

“I missed you every time I remembered of your existence,” he said, softly as well.

“Did that happen a lot?” she asked, smirking playfully for she did not like to keep it serious.

“It happens all the time.”

She gulped, nervous. How could he say those things? It made her feel like Belle falling for the Beast. She had forgotten all the bad things he was doing, the hunting of her people. It was just him and her across space-time.

He had his eyes close to feeling better her touch, both her palms placed on his cheeks, and she was focused on the feeling when she looked around and found the beautiful Upside Down in ruins. It was coming back to its real way — goop and gross, with darkness in every corner. The dark blue sky welcomed her like an old friend.

Suddenly, the feel on her palm shifted. It wasn’t hard and marked, but soft, like velvet. [y/n] looked back at Vecna — at Henry — only to find him as himself, the one she knew, the one she hugged on cold nights.

They had been friends in 1983, even though it was a kind of unspoken deal. She knew she was messing with the devil then and she knew she was falling for the devil now.

“Henry,” she whispered like she was saying she was home.

He did not move forward, even when he desperately wanted to. She was fighting on her tiptoes to get closer, and only when he felt her almost slipping, did he put a hand on her chin.

“Careful,” he whispered.

“Kiss me,” [y/n] asked, for that was all she wanted. She missed him. She needed him.

“[y/n], I…” but his sentence was not finished, because she didn’t let him. She jumped to his touch, reaching for his lips, and he could do nothing but give in. “You can’t use your powers on me, little Wendy.”

She smiled in the kiss, for he had used the nicknames they picked once he told her, in 1983, that the Upside Down was kind of his kingdom. She had called him Peter Pan, which made him laugh because, for a period, that was his false alias.

And he wasn’t wrong, she had whispered in his mind, like a siren, using her powers. It was how it worked: in a close of eyes, she could get into the victim’s mind and whisper what she desired to happen. It often worked, but they were some strong-mind people that didn’t let her whispers get to them.

She had tried whispering to him before jumping on his chest for a kiss.

“Hi, Peter,” she said when his lips let go of hers, and they both smiled at their silliness.

“Welcome back to your Neverland.”

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ransprang · 6 months

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Whenever you try to be affectionate with Henry or try to spoil him he’d be confused. He’s not used to being attended to. It feels foreign to him, but it will take him some time to get used to.

He hates all of humanity, so you don’t need to worry about him cheating or being disloyal. It’s just you and him in the Upside Down <3

Your emotional side is not a challenge for him at all. With his telepathic powers he reads your mind whenever he wants to and is easily able to tell what is wrong.

If someone hits on him or checks him out and you tell him, he will instantly use his telekinesis to torture them.

He’s totally ok with you getting heads for him, even if you just do it for fun. If you choose to be a serial killer with him you guys would be such a power couple :3

To mess with Mike and the gang you would use your cosplay skills to make yourself and Henry look like Vecna and the mindflayer for Halloween.

He is very thankful for your devotion and likes to ask you for cuddles, maybe even your sweaters. As he hates being cold, he gets so happy when you are clingy with him allowing him to simply roll up with you and forget his woes.

Growing up Henry was a sensitive boy, and was very attuned to other people’s emotions. He would notice your little mood swings and telekinesis little snacks or presents for you, if he thought you were feeling down.

Henry gets super careful when you're hugging him and fall asleep on his shoulder. He will make sure to stay extra still, he wouldn't want to wake you up knowing how much of yourself you give to him.

Henry knows he speaks in an unusual tone most of the time, but he knows for sure that one of your 100 personalities will hear him, understand him. He trusts you.

your strange girlies,

admins sar, san & sav

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 5 months

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And suddenly… everything was okay

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caffess · 2 years

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freedom ; peter ballard x reader

A/N: not the first fic i write, but definitely the first one i post in here

contents; violence, fluff, peter is not the bad one its 002, happy normal life, probably a part two, y/n and peter are cute.

summary: you and peter have been longing for freedom ever since you fell in love, now its time to finally flee the lab with a eight-year-old eleven and start living a normal life.

“Everything ready?”

“Yes, lets just hope Eleven gets here on time”

“She will. She’s very smart for her age.” Peter shuffled around grabbing the walkie talkie that you had sneaked into the lab less than a week ago; in the other line awaited an excited Russian named Yuri, awaiting to do the job he was so well paid for.

It was hard to find a way to escape the lab, especially since Peter and Eleven weren’t allowed to go outside for obvious reasons. Freedom seemed to be something they could only dream of, but if your plan worked out, it would become a reality.

“If Eleven takes the soteria off of you, in theory, you would get your powers back, correct?” You asked, as you got rid of the silly doctors hat that Brenner made you wear.

“Not in theory, it’s a fact,” Peter played with his fingers nervously, an excited smile threatening to form in his lips “We will get the life we've been dreaming of. I promise.”

He kissed you gently in the lips, and for a moment, you let it all settle in.

You would be free.

You were interrupted by the sound little footsteps emerging from the stairs. Peter let go of you and grabbed Eleven as gently as he could, indicating her to stay quiet, due to her nearly letting out a frightened squeak when one of the machines let out some steam near her.

“Follow me, Y/N is just around the corner” He told her.

In less than a second you could see how El and Peter emerged from the distance, and the nervous girl let out the breath she was holding as she saw you.

“Hi, El” You whispered, opening your arms so Eleven could launch her tiny frame into yours

“Hi, mom” She whispered, tears falling from her eyes.

When Peter told her that there was a way for you three to escape the lab and become a family, Eleven had been so excited she nearly forgot to fake playing the game of chess. The whole day she just kept thinking about the world outside the walls.

You talked to her about Hawkins; the sun, the squirrels, the music. Everything you talked to her about seemed to make her more excited and curious to know what the world outside would look like.

“So, this is the thing.” Peter said, as he placed the walkie in front of both you and Eleven. He took her tiny hand and placed it on his neck where she could feel the little bump under his skin “Can you feel it?”

Eleven nodded in confusion, and looked over to you in search of an explanation.

“Your Papa calls it Soteria” Peter said “It weakens me, it tracks me. We need your help to take it off, if we don’t he will find us”

“H-How can I help?” El asked nervously while pursing her lips. You place your hands on her shoulders and make her turn around to look at you.

“The best option we have is for you to use your powers to take it out” You said, taking one of her hands in yours. “If you do it fast enough you wont hurt him, but we have to be fast unless you want us to miss our ride to freedom”

“O-Okay” She said.

Peter took his belt off and moved in order for him to lay his back on a wall, and put his belt in his mouth, with his other hand in yours.

“When I count to three, you will pull it off, okay?”

El nodded.

“One.. Two” Peter closed his eyes hard and his grip on your hand grew tighter “Three!”

Peter’s whine is partly muffled by the belt and you hear the Soteria clink as it hits the ground.

“You okay, darling?” You ask as Peter shuffled towards the tiny chip covered in blood, his hand not once leaving yours.

“Yeah... Yeah... Im fine.” Reality seems to punch him right in the face when he sees the object shining between his fingers. Freedom was just a few steps away from becoming real.

“There they are!” A voice shrieks while kicking the door right open “Freeze!”

Peter grabs your and Eleven’s hands and makes a run for it.

You both follow him up some stairs while several security guards yell orders behind you. Peter’s grip on your hand becomes tighter signaling the fear and adrenaline going through his veins. You kick open a door and you're able to find yourselves in a hallway. It seems empty at first and you try to keep running, but just as you turn your heel, you are surrounded by guards with electric weapons pointing at you.

“All three of you against the wall!” One of them says, you slowly hide behind Peter, holding Eleven tightly in your arms.

“You don’t have to be afraid of them, El.” He tells her while looking at the guard right in the eyes “Not anymore”

In a quick movement, Peter turns around and uses his powers to push the guards behind you against the wall, and crashing the two others in front of him against the roof. The last one puts his hands up but Pete shows him no mercy, and snaps his neck before he’s able to even beg for mercy.

“Come on, El, let’s go, now!” You grab her wrist and follow Peter around the lab. Your feet run as fast as they can trying to keep up with the blonde boy. You hear Eleven’s terrified whimpers and you long to console her but now isn't the right time, and the only thing you can do is try to urge her to run faster.

She’s just eight years old, her tiny and delicate frame cant keep up with both yours and Peter’s long steps, so you stop for a brief moment and take her in your arms.

“Lets play a game, okay?” You whisper in her ear, while putting your hand in Peter’s once again “You will try to hold me as tight as you can, and I want you to close your eyes and count to the biggest number you can think of, alright?”

You can feel her nod, and her head buries itself in the crook of your neck, where you can hear clearly her voice counting as slowly as possible.

“Dont move, we will shoot!” A guard screams. Peter looks back at him and sends his crew flying against the walls. One of them fires his gun but it missed you narrowly, startling El, who whimpers in your neck.

“What was that?” She asks, her voice cracking. As soon as Peter is done with the guards you keep running, holding his hand and cradling Eleven’s head.

“It was nothing, keep counting, you were doing it so well!”

You go down some stairs and finally see the reception. Alarms are blaring around you and Peter is going ballistic throwing all the goons around the air and against the walls. When you're about to reach the door, you trip with an object and hit your head against a hard surface. You can hear Eleven whine and Peter’s too busy with the men to help you. You try to stand up but an artifact floats towards you and hits you right in the nose.

You shriek at this and turn around to see what happened and are faced by number Two staring at you with angry eyes.

“You guys always seem to forget about me, dont you?”

Peter turns around and freezes for a second at the sight of the kid. How he has escaped is beyond you two, but he seems to be boiling in anger. Before you're able to formulate a response, you see the kid raise his hand towards you and you can feel a force pulling you up by your neck.

“Peter tries to focus on both him and the guards but the task seems impossible. Your sight starts getting blurry and as soon as you think you're going to slip into unconsciousness, you feel the pressure leave you, and you drop to the ground.

You can hear a loud crash and screams, and you feel Peter’s arms around you. When you look up, the only thing you're able to see is a huge red opening against the wall that is slowly closing in front of you, and Eleven’s tiny frame collapse in the ground.

Everything seems too blurry and your throat aches like hell, but with Peter’s help you manage to get up. He grabs El’s tiny body and cradles her in her arms and you're back to running. Peter uses his powers to open the gate to the lab and you both run off to the woods.

Your feet hurt and you're feeling dizzy, but you cant afford to stall right now. You are so close to making it that you can nearly taste freedom at the tip of your tongue.

The world around you seems to fade and theres only you, Peter, and Eleven. Running for your lives. Running for your freedom.

“I see you, Americans” You hear a voice echoing from Peter’s pocket, and suddenly you remember what you’re running towards: Yuri’s car.

Far from you, you see a glimpse of blue, and the closer you get, the better you can see it.

It’s a car.

It’s freedom

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Eleven didn't wake up until you guys arrived at a cottage far from the lab. The car ride was full of weird attempts at understanding Yuri’s less than funny jokes but in the end everything worked out for you guys.

El rubbed her eyes as she looked around the place, you were putting her down on an old dusty couch so you could look for the bags hidden under the floorboards.

You reached for a suitcase filled with money and handed it to the weird russian man, who had been drooling over his payment a whole month.

“There you go, now get the fuck out of here” You said. You watched him scurry away and didnt peel your gaze off him until he was way out of sight in the heart of the woods.

“Where are we?” Eleven asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey darling, we are in a safe house. We have about an hour to get cleaned up before we go to our real house”

“Real house? Where?”

“Its a beautiful place near Lovers Lake” You explained, while ruffling inside the bag looking for the clothes you had bought for her. “Go inside the room and put this on. I will help you get cleaned up in a second”

“Wheres Peter?” She asked, while grabbing the white shirt and blue skirt you had gotten her.

“Don’t worry about him darling, he’s just starting the car”

As she entered the room, you didn’t waste any time and took your ugly dress off. You pulled your clothes on and put a coat over them; you were in the middle of November and it was pretty chilly.

“The car is ready to go” Peter said as he jumped into the cabin. You couldn’t help but notice the huge red stain in his shirt caused by the open wound of the Soteria.

“Oh Peter come on we gotta get you cleaned up.” You said, hurrying to get something to stop the bleeding. You ripped a piece of your ugly nurse dress and pressed it on his neck. “Good luck I got you a turtle neck”

He chuckled at this, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Gods, I love you, you know that, right”

You chuckled and nodded.

“I love you too, Peter, you’re the love of my life”

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Yandere Henry Creel (1/9)

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It was a summer night like any other. Return from my evening shift at the video store. Chat with my mom. Get ready for bed. Lay down in my fluffy pink nightgown. Count to one-hundred and wait until sleep would claim me.

And then, he would be there. He always was. Well, perhaps not always, but for the past few months, that’s where my dreams took me. To the same fleshy, vine-covered area that was once a victorian-styled home underneath, an exact replica of the house my mom bought a year ago. It was dainty and barred off completely, each window and door shut. But that wasn’t what was important. It was that he, a young man my age named Henry, was there. He truly never fit in with his surroundings. Instead of wearing dark, dank clothing, he glowed angelically in a white, fitted uniform, and his blonde hair always styled perfectly.

And, as I drifted off to dream land again, he was there. I had to walk from up the staircase down into the dining room, where the man was fussing around with some vines that vaguely resembled flowers, shoving them into a dusty vase. He set it on the table, but almost knowingly, his composure was regained and he looked up to meet my gaze.

“Hello, dear. I was hoping to make things look a bit nicer, but it’s difficult to do so in ten seconds,” he quipped gently.

I fluttered my eyes up at him and clasped my hands together shyly. He took a step closer. “You know I never mind, Henry. I only want to see you.”

Henry chuckled, his face lighting up. A small smile stretched across his handsome visage and we maintained steady eye contact. He had such brilliant blue eyes that made me melt under his gaze, and although it truly felt like his warmth radiated upon mine, I couldn’t help but grow sad.

Sure, the luck was uncanny that consistently I’d dream of him almost every day, and nothing in the environment would change, but perhaps I was mentally ill. I couldn’t help cast away my gaze sadly, only to be brought back to him as his soft fingers curled across my jaw and tilted my head. The other hand encircled my waist, bringing me even closer.

He was so warm. So real. And yet, it truly was impossible for all of this to be real. He was simply too good to be true.

“What ails you, dear? You have no need to be sad,” Henry mused lovingly, his thumb rubbing against my cheek. I leaned into it, enjoying the feeling. “We have all the time in the world, after all.”

That made a frown twitch into place and tears threatened to fall. “I’m pathetic, Henry. I know you aren’t real. And yet I am in love with you. I sleep as much as possible in hopes you will be there, and yet, every time, I wake up in my own bed with nothing but your memory. You aren’t real and I wish so badly that you were.”

Henry’s face fell and an unknown emotion seemed to swirl in his eyes. His brows furrowed, and it was almost like he was angry as he looked right through me. He tensed ever so slightly, and it was enough to make me wrap my arms around his waist, enjoying the feeling of his tight uniform against my finger tips.

“I am real, my dear,” he finally mustered, all anger dissipating as he sighed. “I am as real as your bed or your home or the world around us. We are just separated.”

“B - but, even if that were true, it would be impossible,” I croaked shakily, not yet releasing my tears. “There is no such thing as telepathy. You are but a figment of my imagination, and yet, I care for you so deeply.”

“And I for you, Y/n.”

I was taken aback. He always spoke to me with flowery pet names. He only ever used my name when he was serious. I knew that because he called me Y/n when he first told me he was madly in love with me. I recited it in my head daily whenever I was in need of comfort, because even if Henry wasn’t real, it sure felt like it was.

“Truly. I love you with every fibre of my being. I wish to be with you in person. But…” He paused, furrowing his brows again. Something was on the tip of his tongue. “I can’t.”

“Why, Henry?” I pleaded, creating some distance only to grope at the front of his uniform bunching it in my fists tightly. I craned my neck higher as his hands drifted across my lower back, sending shivers down my spine. “Why can’t we be together?”

“Are we not right now?”

“You know what I mean.”

He bit his lip before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead. It lingered, the passion of it all seeping into me. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hum in joy, enjoying the man’s presence so very much. More so than I’d ever with anyone else. Not my exes, not my family members, not my friends. Only him.

“If I told you, if I showed you, it would put your life at risk. I couldn’t have that, dear. They are monitoring me at all times.”

“Please, at least tell me who ‘they’ are. If you are in peril, I will save you, Henry. I would rather be with you than not at all. The idea of you being in pain is agonizing to imagine.”

Henry let out a low chuckle, taking a step back. I followed, but he instead led me over to a sofa. We sat down, the vines dispersing as though he were the god of this realm. I leaned as close to him as possible as he took my two hands in his, holding tightly.

His face fell, despite his best attempts. His Adam’s apple bobbed with disscontempt and his eyes fluttered shut as he mustered his words. “I know you think that, dear, but truly. I couldn’t put you in harm’s way. You are my everything. And if they laid a hand on your head, I…”

“Are you sure there is nothing you could tell me?”

He pursed his lips. I could tell that, with every neuron in his brain, he was trying to find a loophole. And then, he released one of his hands, gliding it over his sleeve. He raised it to his super arm, and that’s when I saw it. Imprinted, burned into his skin, was the number zero-zero-one. My eyes widened and I immediately went to touch it.

He allowed me to do so, sighing in contempt as my fingers glided across it with care. It looked so ancient. And after, he cut me short, instead raising my hand to neck. I felt around, and when I noticed him flinching I tried to withdraw. But he didn’t allow me to.

Instead, I moved some of his gorgeous blonde hair out of the way. I noticed then that there was but a bump inside his neck. It was so minuscule I’d never noticed until now. I gasped quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. I was still so conflicted as to whether he was even real, especially since I didn’t understand what any of this meant.

“I am real. I am just trapped, dear. But I will escape. I promise you. I just need you to wait for me. Always.”

“Yes, Henry,” I gasped, pressing my forehead against his. “But… is there truly no way for you to prove you’re real? Just one sign. It’s just… you’re too perfect to be true.”

Henry’s eyes flitted over my expression, a soft passion present in his azure eyes. It was as though he melted just as much I did. It was pathetic to think that I was so madly in love with my own imagination, but if Henry was real… nothing would make me happier.

So many times during the summer while I was at work, and even right before I graduated, when we first began our mental acquaintanceship, I fantasized about how meeting him in person would be. What anything from a date to a wedding would be like. Henry was always so loving and kind. He was the most incredible person I’d ever met, even though he had a way of dodging questions.

Even ones as simple as ‘what did you do today’ made him clam up. I understood that somehow he was in a dangerous situation. And yet, I wanted so badly for him to tell me. To show me. I trusted every word that came out of his mouth, because either he was something of my own creation, or he somehow had superpowers and truly was mine.

Henry gulped before resolutely shaking his head. “I can’t. It would pain me to do anything to you. Besides, they already suspect something, dear. If I used my abilities, it would… alert the monitor in my neck. It’s risky enough as it is to exert myself like this to see you, but you… are worth it.”

I couldn’t help but softly press my lips to his, a few tears sliding down my cheek. I wanted him to be real, with every fibre of my being. And yet, I may never find out. I could spend a lifetime of longing not knowing the answer. And yet, Henry suddenly pulled away from the kiss, alarmed.

“We must depart,” he announced shakily.

“W - wait, why? It’s only been —“ my eyes flitted to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. “— an hour! Is everything alright, Henry —“

Just like that, it was like my eyes shot open. A gasp tore at my throat and I had broken out into a cold sweat. Some tears had even escaped my eyes, but it was as though I’d awoken from a trance. I flinched when I realized the overhead lights were burning into my retinas, and shaking my body vigorously was my mother.

“Honey, what’s wrong? A - are —“

“Mom,” I panted, still recovering from the shock of waking so suddenly. How sudden it was only seemed to reinforce that Henry wasn’t real. And even that was enough to make a sob release from my throat.

Mom held me close, pulling me into her arms. She shushed me while also stuttering unintelligibly. I frightened her, but I wasn’t sure why. I grasped onto her tightly. And all of the sadness crashed down on me. Henry couldn’t tell me anything about himself because my head hadn’t conjured up a backstory. He couldn’t show any physical manifestations because he was a creation within myself.

“Mom, Henry, h - he isn’t real,” I sobbed into her shoulder.

“Y/n, dear, who isn’t real? What’s going on? Why weren’t you breathing or responding? Oh, my sweet baby, an ambulance is on the way! I thought - I thought you were dead!”

My heart stopped and my my eyes shut. “W - what do you mean, mom? I was just… dreaming —“

I heard some wailing of sirens in the distance, and my mother, not releasing me entirely pulled me from my bed. I had nothing but the chance to pull on my slippers, because she was pulling me toward the bedroom door. I was so confused. What was she talking about? I was just dreaming…

~~~

“Miss Ln,” The psychiatrist mused gently,” You say that you’ve been dreaming. Can you tell us more about that, please?”

My mouth went dry. I was tired because the entire night and early morning, I had been thrust into exam after exam with my mother glued to my side. And, finally, after a confusing night, the hospital recommended a psychiatrist to me. Because, no matter how much I insisted I was just dreaming, they truly believed I had some sort of mental illness.

And maybe I did.

But at least I was in the comfort of my own home again after so many hours.

My mother was holding my hand to her chest and I was so tired I couldn’t raise my head. I could barely manage to talk above a whisper as I tried collecting my thoughts. “W - well, for months, I’ve been dreaming of him. A - and it’s so real. And always the same. I’m at home, but it isn’t really home because there’s all sorts of vines and slime and… Well, he’s always there. His name is Henry. And he is so kind an sweet and h - he told me he loved me - It’s been this way for months, I guess, and…”

I was so numb and I wanted to cry, but nothing came. I wasn’t sure how to continue. All of my conversations with Henry were so personal that I didn’t dare go into details. However the moment the woman finished scribbling on her notepad and her eyes returned to me, soft and understanding, she sent me a smile.

“May I ask if there’s any indication that this relates to when your father left? Your mother told me you had a hard time when it happened.”

I sent my mother a quick glare, feeling my cheeks light up in an embarrassed blush. I abashed my gaze once more, and I could feel my mother watching me in pure concern. I gulped, trying to wrack my brain for an honest answer.

I shook my head eventually. “…No. I - I can’t think of anything. Henry isn’t connected to any of it.”

“Have you told Henry about what happened with your father?”

I fell silent. I nodded, not wanting to answer. However, my heart fluttered as I recalled the memory like the back of my hand. He was so loving and understanding. More so than anyone else ever had been.

“…Sometimes it still hurts, Henry.”

He held me close, cupping my cheeks tightly as we laid on the bed. It wasn’t the exact one I had in my room, as mine was smaller and less childish. The decor was different, alike to what a young child would have. We were cuddling on the bed, living vicariously through one another. He looked so pained, just from the explanation. I had never truly opened up about it to anyone, not even my own mother.

He pressed a kiss to my nose, and when he pulled away, continued across my cheek. I released a content sigh, leaning into the affection. When his lips finally departed, I was left in a flurry of peace and softness. It was as though each kiss had taken with him a piece of my hurt.

“I’m so sorry, dear. He is such a vile man for leaving you and your mother. I hope for only the most terrible of fates to follow him. But I am here now. And I will never allow anyone to hurt you again. I love you so much, Y/n. And don’t you love me?”

“Of course, Henry. You’re my everything. I wish that you were real.”

“I am —“

“…Miss L/n?”

I was brought back to reality, wide-eyed and vision blurry from the onset of tears. I gasped, shaking my head. I went to wipe my own eyes, but my mother was crying out of concern and did it herself, rubbing harshly. She was clearly tense and worried, and I felt awful about it.

Maybe I was just mentally ill.

“I - I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I was… lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking, if I may ask? As I said before, your mother and I are here for you and we just want to help. What you seem to be struggling with could be very serious and we need to know everything.”

I nodded, gently pulling form my mother’s grasp. “I - I know. I just… He’s so real.”

“You weren’t breathing, dear.”

I shrugged, trying so badly not to allow my heart to sting. Henry always calls - or perhaps, called - me that. But I realized that maybe I conjured up the pet name because of my mother. And yet, he had such a particular, smooth-as-butter voice that I’d never heard before. Everything about Henry was angelic.

“How was your high school experience? Were you bullied or engaged in any meaningful romantic relationships?” the woman continued.

“No and no,” I admitted, rather embarrassed. “I’ve never dated before.”

“Is it possible that you’ve thought Henry up to cope for a lack of romance in your life?”

That made my heart fall, because it was true. I was always too shy. And aside form that, I’d never seen someone who truly caught my eye. So many of my friends told me to be more outgoing, but here I was years later, without a single notch on my belt.

“Often, dreams reflect your unconscious wants and desires and also helps with coping.” She checked her watch. “I hate to cut it short, but I need to attend another patient. In the meantime if you’re willing to pay upfront - we can discuss medical insurance and loans in private, Miss L/n -, I can supply some psychotics and sleeping medications that are general dosages. At the moment, just from what I’m hearing, it may be some mixture of sleep paralysis and schizophrenia.”

I gulped. I was so numb that the words meant nothing. If the medication worked and Henry disappeared, it meant that all my dreams would be crushed. Because, as wild as it was to think up, I wanted Henry to be real. I was abandoned on the couch, still completely stunned, as mother took care of the details.

~~~

“You took the medication, right, dear?” my mother hummed kindly, ducking into my bedroom.

I had just finished slipping on my nightgown and had once again found myself in a daze as I stared at the bed. I had indeed had the medication and it knocked me out completely each time. And, despite my wishes, Henry did stop coming. I even flushed some doses down the toilet in hopes that maybe the medication was to blame.

But Henry wasn’t real. He was a figment of my imagination. And it was the logical explanation, but it still hurt.

“Yeah, mom. Good night,” I answered quietly, my words slurring from the residual effect of the meds.

“Good night. I love you.”

I sent her a smile, and as she shut the door, I went over to flick off the light, and may room was cascaded in darkness. I sighed and went to my bed. As I stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, I felt so empty. Life wasn’t the same with Henry’s absence. From the beginning of his creation, he’d taken over my entire life. Every minute not sleeping, I was daydreaming of him. And I tried to sleep more and more, even if he didn’t always show.

He always showed up at night. During afternoon naps, he was always absent.

So, as sleep took me, I felt saddened, as I had been for the last couple days. Hell, perhaps it has even been a week. But I had already lost track of time.

Sleep took me. And yet, despite the sleeping pills, my mind drifted.

Usually, my brain went dead. And yet, even with the medicinal effects, my brain was consciously fighting it. Perhaps my body was attempting to cope by conjuring up Henry again, but regardless of my resistance, the internal darkness of my head was consumed by the vintage vine interior of my own home.

I was in my the bed. I was so very anxious as I sat up, once again laying on the childish comforter instead of my own twin-sized mattress. The vines were writhing more than usual. They often lay dead, and yet it was like the house itself was alive and terribly nervous. Angry.

I heard thumping echo in the household. There were black widow spiders crawling all over the place, and as terribly as I longed to search for Henry, I was too frightened to do so. Instead, I pulled my legs up onto the bed and hugged my knees, trying to minimize myself as much as possible.

Suddenly, some of the spiders fell from the ceiling onto my head. A scream broke through as I swatted at them, but all of a sudden, they dissolved in my hands. They made way, and the bedroom door crashed open. A gasp tore through as I saw him. And yet, he didn’t look nearly like he used to.

His face was blue and black, several bruises crawling across his falsehood. He seemed frailer than usual, and his entire body was trembling. Just like the house itself, he was angry. Desperate. Scared. So many emotions rushed through his eyes, and I was still startled.

Henry wasn’t real. And yet, despite the spiders crawling across the ground, I called out for him and rose my feet. I pawed at him desperately, and Henry, as though he were on a war path, went to me. His fists were clenched and his glare was aimed at nothing in particular, except it seemed to stray from me.

“Henry, what happened to you?”

His gaze finally met me. It bore into my eyes, and he furrowed his brows. A handsome frown was etched into his features, but he looked so very troubled. The moment my hands pulled on his semi-torn uniform, pulling him close, he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. They forced me to tell them about you. You need to run —“

“Who?”

“My captors. The ones who are exploiting me for my abilities,” he hissed hatefully. His hands clasped onto my waist, nails almost digging tensely through the nightgown. “You’re too close. It is very draining to wake you up, but I must. They’ll be there soon.”

“W - wait, are they going to kill me?” I cried out, tugging on his uniform and stepping on the tips of toes to draw my face closer to his.

“They may,” Henry stated through gritted teeth. “I do not have the strength to contact you once you leave your home, but I’ll escape. I promise. And I’ll find you. But you must run —“

I was so overwhelmed with emotion as I pulled Henry to me. A mixture of tears and sweat and slime combined with our sloppy and passionate kiss. So many emotions were driven into it, so much love and care. Henry had always been so gentle and calm. I’d never seen him in so upset.

I wanted to continue the kiss, but he suddenly pushed at my shoulders, separating. I opened my mouth to get a word in, but as he shut his eyes in mourning, he cut me off.

“I love you, Y/n. Run.”

Just like before, I woke up in a cold sweat. My head was so very muddled. Somehow, I was full of energy, as though I’d never taken any medication in the first place. I tore the blankets off of my body and threw my legs off the side of the bed. I was so confused, but I believed him. I would rather be safe than sorry, regardless of how farfetched the idea of superpowers and telepathy was.

I flicked on the light. A part of me was telling me to stop. But it was just in my guts. I believed in Henry. I couldn’t live in a reality where he didn’t exist. I was on sleeping pills. And yet, he reached me anyways. And it was barely a few minutes after going to bed.

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Eyes on me

Synopsis: reader has a panic attack and Henry helps calm her down

A/N: I had a panic attack earlier and realised that Jamie/ Henry are both very comforting and so as sad as it sounds I came up with this idea whilst listening to a Henry creel playlist. If you suffer with anxiety/ or just love Henry like I do… then I hope this brings some sort of comfort to you. x

Trigger warnings: description of panic attack

Honestly crying. This man is so comforting😩🥹🫶🏻

Tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock…

The clock ticked menacingly invading your ears loudly making you that more anxious, usually you were fine but everything that happened today had just ticked your anxiety up to the next level. You were overwhelmed with anxiety to say the least but you tried to hide it as best as you could…. You could hide it from lots of people but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t hide it from Henry. He always seemed to know when you were anxious or upset… you got special treatment from him because he cared for you. You tried to avoid him at all costs but knew that was just preventing the inevitable from happening. You stared at the building blocks in your hands, usually you would’ve built them up into some sort of tower for the kids to have fun with but you just sat there, numb, “Hey…” a sudden voice grasped your attention making you flinch but you quickly composed yourself, his voice was soft but distant as you returned to staring into nothingness your mind whirring with anxiousness “y/n” henry spoke again and for a moment you looked at him before looking away. He could tell something was wrong with you… it didn’t take a genius to figure that out.

His hand soon rested upon your back, his fingertips beginning to stroke soothing circles into your back. The tacky hospital gown you wore was uncomfortable on you but the way his fingers immediately melted into your tense skin soothed you your eyes fluttering shut. He knew exactly how to make you crack. “People are ahead of me… I can’t do the simplest of things… it’s frustrating.” You soon whisper out and he listened concern visible in his eyes as he frowned “you can’t think of other people y/n, even I couldn’t do some things. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” He spoke softly but honestly “but I… I… I feel so stupid. I’m disappointing everyone.” You continue your breathing growing that slight bit faster, your hands beginning to tremble and Henry was quick to rest his hands on the sides of your chair as he swiftly pulled it so you were facing him “hey… eyes on me… hey…” his fingers lightly clicked just in front of his face making you look up and into his eyes, the calm ocean waves consuming his beautiful eyes immediately soothed you. “Good job… keep looking in my eyes.” He ordered gently before he lightly reached his hand out his slender fingers grasping onto your hand gently as he held onto your hand which was alarmingly smaller than his “you’re not disappointing anyone. I promise you that.” His words eased you, luring you in, calming you down as you gazed into his eyes “promise?” You asked and he smiled giving your hand a squeeze as he nodded “I promise.”

His eyes soon lifted up to meet with the cameras on the wall, making sure the red dot wasn’t on- the red dot meant someone was watching… but it wasn’t on… and so he looked back to you his eyes unable to stay still as he searched your expression “c’mere,” he whispered out and without even hesitating his arms wrapped around your small fragile frame, his hand beginning to rub up and down your back his other hand resting on the back of your hand pressing your ear to his chest so you could listen to the calming beat of his heart “tell me what’s the matter,” he urged more coaxing you as his fingertips lightly stroked little circles against your back a shaky breath leaving your lips, Henry’s eyes remaining on the cameras making sure they remained unattended and blank but he also paid attention to you, giving you his utmost attention. “We’ve lost people… I’ve lost people… it’s a constant fear that I’ll be next…” you whispered gently,

“I wouldn’t ever let that happen to you. As long as I’m here no one and nothing can hurt you. I promise.” He spoke directly into your ear his words soft and soothing “but Im scared of losing you too. I don’t want to lose you next.” You spoke making the man pull back slightly just so he could rest his fingertip under your chin his fingertips soon smoothing against your cheek as he cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand “you’ll never lose me.” He assured picking up on the way your breathing quickened once again, your body trembling, tears sparking in your eyes “y/n.” He spoke calmly trying to get your attention but you were starting to fall down that horrible hole of complete hysterics and Henry could see that, the way you were caving from fear but also the feeling of his touch- the lab had created a mass casualty in touch-starvation, everyone was touch starved and so when his touch brought goosebumps to your skin he knew that was the reason why… you hadn’t been held in so long. He wanted to protect you. Care for you. Comfort you.

“Eyes on me…”

“look me in the eyes, darling” he urged trying to snap you out of it but with every negative thought consuming you it became that bit more impossible to control the panic, your breathing growing heavy your eyes flicking around in total panic as muffled whines that wanted to come out as words began to vibrate against your lips. You didn’t know what to do yourself, your legs quickly working before your mind as you shot up out of your seat Henry slowly standing up after you his tall frame towering over you “I… I hate it in here… I’m going insane!” You found yourself shouting and he knew if you shouted any louder you’d alert the guards and so he used one of his hands to cover your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your shaking frame as he pulled you close into his embrace, your muffled cries and words being slightly quieter as he simply held you. “I want to go home” you begged out to him as your body began to weaken against his own and with that he removed his hand from your mouth his other arm wrapping around you as he held you up in his embrace “I know… I know.” He whispered to you his chin resting atop of your head as you cried meekly his hands fisting against his shirt as both you and him grasped onto each other for what seemed like dear life.

“Breathe for me… breathe in for four…” he breathed in with you, exaggerating the breaths to get you to follow “hold….” He spoke softly “out for four.” He continued going over those few steps until your legs began to weaken. He seemed to put you in a trance like state, your breathing becoming calmer and he not wanting you to fall tightened his grip on you, using his free hand to cup underneath your knees as he lifted you up into his embrace, using one of his large hands to help get you comfortable as your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms tight around his neck- your body instantly snuggled into his arms as he held you “I’ve got you.” He eased your eyesight blurring as you rested your head against his shoulder “I’m gonna keep you safe. I promise you that.” He soothed softly holding you close to him before he started walking to the door, keeping you close to his body one hand rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently the familiar hue of his blue eyes remaining as a constant memory in your head, your breathing calming to the point you were completely relaxed in his embrace “good girl.. good job… that’s it. Relax. I’ve got you…” he soothed into your ear holding you close making sure you could feel the warmth of his body against your slightly cooler one… he wanted to make sure you felt safe and sound with him. Safety was very scarce nowadays… he wanted to make sure you knew that you could trust him and he wouldn’t ever break your trust…. He would be there to support you through thick and thin. Through everything. He would do anything and everything to protect you. Even die.

“I’ve got you… you’re safe…” he soothed calmly into your ear as he walked to the door removing one hand from you just so he could open the door before he walked out into the hallway silently pulling the door shut before he carried you down the hallway, his eyes locking onto a camera that glowed red… shit… his heart sank but in those few moments he didn’t care. Even if he did get in trouble for looking after you he wouldn’t give a single fuck… as long as you were okay he was okay. You mattered to him more than anything, no way was he going to let you suffer in silence… and if not letting you suffer in silence was such a bad thing then he would happily suffer the consequences.

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first-to-die · 2 years

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001 as cats

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Hi! Can I request a 001 x male reader where the reader and 001 grow up in hawkins lab together?

Also I’m so sorry that you had to deal with all the anon shit, those people are really stupid and make no sense, hopefully the drama dies down

Together Forever, Right? - Henry Creel/001 x Male!Reader

Honestly love the idea of this ending a little sad, so there is a tad bit of hurt at the end, sorry to the Jamie fans, but I couldn’t help myself with this one

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @eddieverse, @mazettns, @alexs-playground, @mother-dragon-and-her-hatchlings, @qthetherapist, @rlmt1

I met 001 when Papa brought him into the rainbow room for the first time, he was scared, he didn’t want to be there, he and I were the same. Scared, powerful, and unstable, the perfect mix for destruction. It didn’t take long for Papa to find a way to limit us, I wasn’t as strong as 001, but Papa was still scared of what I could do.

“Papa why do I have to have this?” I was grimacing at the pinch of pain the injection caused. I had never gotten one at the base of my neck, this one hurt more than normal.

“Because it helps me find you, so if someone steals you, you get lost, or I need to know where you are, I can find you. Make sense?” I just nodded to his words, suddenly feeling lethargic and tired. He set me down on my bed and muttered something to one of the other doctors.

“We need to make a weaker one for 002, he can’t handle the one we made for 001.” So this wasn’t for me, I’m just the test dummy for 001, again.

It was about 5 years where just the two of us were in the lab with Papa working on our powers. He seemed too focused with 001 to notice anything about me, I was skinnier than before, sad constantly, easy to anger, slowly losing touch with reality. 001 noticed though, he made time for me in the rainbow room, helped me practice when I got stuck or frustrated, he cared about me. Then it happened, 001, no, Henry, he told me his name is Henry. Henry lashed out at a few guards, their eyes pulled into their sockets, arms and legs snapped ways they shouldn’t, jaws broken.

I saw it all from the corner of the rainbow room, trying not to cry or make any noise because I didn’t want to end up like one of the guards. Once Henry was done with the guards he turned around to me, knowing where I was, but he looked more gently at me and slowly made his way over, almost like he was trying to not scare me.

“I’m sorry you had to see that (y/n),” how did he know my name, I never told him my name, “but it’s okay now, I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I had no choice but to trust him if I wanted to live. Sitting next to me he placed an arms around my shoulders and laid his head against mine. The peaceful moment didn’t last long before Papa shoved open the door to the rainbow room angrily, panic setting in when he saw the guards on the floor and not us in the corner.

“No, no, no, no, No! Damnit!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration while looking at the dead bodies. Turning to look around the room he saw us, and tried his best to hide the frustration.

“001, 002, which one of you did this, I’m not mad, I just want to know.” He was mad, both of us knew that, Henry sighed like he was about to answer.

“Me Papa, I did it.” Henry looked down at me in shock, concerned why I lied, he knew I didn’t have the strength to pull this off, so why?

“Alright, 002, come with me, we need to talk.” Henry tried to hold onto me, knowing what was going to happen when I left the room. Papa was stronger than Henry and pulled me out of his grasp.

“No Papa! It was me, please it was me not him! Take me!” Papa wasn’t having any of it, he didn’t care who did it at this point, just needed to teach us a lesson.

“Just remember what I look like okay?” I smiled at Henry before we left the room, I didn’t know how long I would be gone, what would happen, if I would live. I just hope I get to see Henry again, I hope we can be together forever.

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pr1nc30fc4t5 · 2 years

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henry creel headcanons!

- very touch starved. if you gave him a hug he would be extremely reluctant to let go. he'd also probably cry. it would be embarrassing for the both of you.

- smells like old books, pencil lead, hospitals, paper, peppermint, and occasionally blood

- he has the softest hair ever

- fear of needles, keep them away from him

- probably read spiders' minds to find out their names and referred to them as such

- only likes one song and refuses to listen to anything else

- likes watching paper burn

- favorite plant is the venus fly trap

- freaks out when he touches anything sticky

- he will literally stand in corners blair witch style for hours, spaced off, until someone has to snap him out of it

- rarely sleeps, because he has nightmares when he does

- tried to sneak books into the lab and papa took them away

- bilingual (english and latin)

- average pop rocks candy enjoyer

- probably got angry with a kid once and convinced them to eat a crayon out of spite

- on holidays he'd celebrate with the kids in small ways. on christmas they'd sing carols, on halloween they'd tell scary stories, on valentine's day they'd color little paper hearts for people, little things like that. these were all henry's idea, and papa found out through one of the kids once. he thought it was sweet but ultimately didn't approve and shut it down.

- joker kinnie. no further explanation.

- writes and practices evil speeches alone in the mirror

- sometimes genuinely terrifies himself

- critiques disney movies as if they're meant to be groundbreaking films

- keeps hand sanitizer in his pockets at all times.

- watched alice in wonderland once and genuinely wants to go to wonderland

- asexual biromantic.

- if he knew alternative pronouns existed he'd probably use it/its or they/them

- coffee addict.

- smoker.

#headcanons #headcanon #henry creel #henry creel stranger things #001 #henry creel headcanons #peter ballard #peter ballard headcanons #001 headcanons #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things #vecna stranger things

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sykokittyy · 2 years

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⊹ ੈ♡ — — — — — — — — — — — — — — ₊˚ ‧₊ ๑

༻₊˚.|❥ 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝒻ℴ

this is my main account and yes, i don’t really have too many rules but please follow them.

minors under 16+ please dni, my account is mainly nsfw but i’ll do some fluff from time to time.

don’t repost my content and try to claim it as yours, cause that’s a no no .

i will not write anything that will include rape, race play, bodily fluids thats other than c*m and sp*t, incest, underage sex, or necrophilia.

enjoy reading my content, and try not to cum in your pants ladies and gents. don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog whores <3 !

📨 REQUEST STATUS: OPEN

## 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

☆ — BILLY HARGROVE

⊹ can you handle me? | billy. h x plus size reader

⊹ opposites do attract. | billy. h x fem reader

⊹ rebel yell. | ghostface!billy. h x plus size reader

☆ — STEVE HARRINGTON

⊹ porno flicks | steve. h x fem reader

⊹ bad girls are fun | steve. h x fem reader

☆ — HENRY CREEL

⊹ overstimulation brainrot | henry. c x fem reader

☆ — EDDIE MUNSON

coming soon…

#stranger things #stranger things season four #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #peter ballard #001 x reader #steve harrington x you #jamie campbell x reader #henry creel #henry creel stranger things #henry creel smut #steven harrington #masterlist #yai’s cabaret #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington imagine

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blitzy-arts · 1 year

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Vampire!Henry, because I say so!🩸

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urlocalcookie · 10 months

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Henry Creel headcanons

Ong first ever Tumblr post let's go

I love him so much, he's such a well written character

also there may be some NSFW, you have been warned!!

🕷️ = regular headcanon(s)

🍼 = fluffy headcanon(s)

❤️ = x reader headcanon(s)

🍋 = lemon/smut/NSFW headcanon(s)

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🕷️୨{Favorite color is black and purple

🕷️୨{Uses 50s slang sometimes

AU🕷️୨{Would not have tried to legally adopt Eleven/Jane after escaping in fear of someone finding them.

🍋୨{What he lacks in girth, he has in length.

❤️🍋୨{Absolutely loves the sounds you make when he pleases you.

AU❤️🍋୨{Would really rather you be quiet when having sex so that Eleven doesn't hear. He enjoys it when you really struggle to control yourself, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job. Still, he doesn't want to ruin Eleven's innocence.

🕷️୨{He is Eleven's father. Way too many similarities, specifically in their powers.

AU🍼୨{Blows bubbles in the backyard with Eleven sometimes when they're bored. He'll blow lots of bubbles and make them swirl around Eleven while she runs around in them

🍋୨{Rarely ever jacks off. Ever.

🍋୨{Has probably only jacked off, like, four or five times. And this man is 32.

❤️🍋୨{He jacks off more often than he used to now (again, it's still rarely ever), now that he's with you. Sometimes the silly or crazy things you do just won't get out of his head.

❤️୨{He likes scaring you sometimes and acting like it's not on purpose. He just wants to see your reaction.

🕷️୨{Sometimes he'll draw different types of spiders, not just black widows.

🕷️୨{Likes brown widows too, just not nearly as much as black widows

🕷️୨{If he got to choose a pet when he was younger, he would have chosen a tarantula.

❤️🍋୨{He'll put his hand over your mouth if you're too loud. He doesn't care if you bite him.

🍼୨{Enjoys listening to Dream A Little Dream while laying in bed some nights. He also will listen to it while eating dinner, occasionally. As concerning as it is, he sometimes reminisces about breaking free that one night back in 1959.

🍋୨{The first time he reached a climax, he found it a bit gross. He was well aware of what it was and enjoyed the endorphins, but he still found the sperm gross to an extent.

❤️🍋୨{He is very, very gentle with you. He is not rough unless you want it rough, even then it's still not that rough. He doesn't want to hurt you.

🕷️୨{Is manipulative to everyone, some people more than other. Barely any with Eleven, but it's still there.

❤️୨{(when you first escaped from the lab) Would love to take you out to dinner, but, it is too risky. He doesn't want to get caught/captured.

❤️୨{Was a bit awkward at first, but is an amazing kisser.

❤️🍋୨{The first time you slipped your tongue in his mouth, he very clearly gagged. He was not expecting that in the slightest. He never even heard of such a thing. After you explained it to him, he still found it very weird and gross, but kept trying it occasionally to see if he'd end up liking it (he did to an extent).

AU❤️🕷️୨{You, Henry, and Eleven all live together in the Creel's house. At first, you guys did nothing to the outside of the house in fear of someone noticing. But, after a while, you took down some of the wood that was barricading the windows outside. You still have the curtains closed 90% of the time, especially at night. The inside of the house, however, was fixed up much quicker. It looks like a normal home on the inside now.

❤️🍋୨{You and Henry made out once, and whenever he's in the mood for another, he'll push the memory to the front of your mind to attempt to get you on the same page.

❤️୨{Gentle kisser, but you can tell when he's needy (rarely ever) (it's something like this (minus the blindfold of course))

AU🍼୨{Reads Alice In Wonderland to Eleven before bed sometimes

Aaaand that's the end! I'll make another, I'm sure, but these are all I can think of as of right now!! I hope y'all enjoy. ❤️✨

goodnight, smart cookies!

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