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oscars-slut · 2 years

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Vecna/Peter x Fem!Reader

(am crying why did I write this?)

Summary: vecna has come to take what's theirs...

Warnings: vecna is a warning himself, mature content, praise kink, reader has vecna,s curse, panic attacks, slight degrading, pet names, crying, smut, minors dni!, Slight s4 spoilers!

The constant headaches, nosebleeds, hallucinations, felt like a nightmare, sure you had consulted a doctor within a few days. The doctor wasn't much of a helping hand to say. You were prescribed with a few pills which surprisedly never helped, you had constantly saw a grandfather clock, or heard the sounds of a clock ticking,

The realization hit like a train, you'd finally recall what your friends had spoken about just a couple days ago,

Vecna,s curse

You'd recall them say, fear crashed over you just some days ago your friends had told you about it, and that max had it, you were present when she first encountered with him (dear billy), it shocked you to your stomach, you couldn't quite believe it to say, you've heard about the death of chrissy, fred and patrick, their bones mutilated.

Eyes sucked out of their skull, your chest rose as you started to feel worried, you didn't wish to die, in fact you didn't.. want to die in the sick hands of this vecna..

You've heard your friends say something about ' favorite song ', and that it helped max,s trance like state free herself from vecna, you suddenly heard the ticking sound erupt from behind you, you worriedly turned around to be met with a grandfather clock, pierced threw your wall

You could practically feel your heartbeat stop for a mild second, you knew what you had to do, you immediately ran towards your room in desperate need of finding something, anything

Your world came crashing down as you heard a dark voice whisper your name from behind you, your eyes widened in pure fear, hands moving yet much faster scrolling threw your lists of tapes, your favorite song was not in site,

Sheers of sweat was coated on you four head, your death was near, pictures of vecna,s victims erupted in your mind, body snapped, eyes sucked, body lifeless

“No.. please th- this can't happen..” you worriedly spoke, you heard the ticking of the clock yet again, death was deadly closer..

“fuck!, No no no!!” you cried out, your nails dug your skull. Curling yourself up, you couldn't die you had a life to live, friends you loved you couldn't just die like that..

“Y/N” you heard the dark voice again call out your name, your eye widened, your sobs grew louder tear after tear dropped down from your face, you finally gathered the courage to look up,

You regretted doing so, you were met with the face of a disgusting, hideous face, it's skin was practically burnt, it's eyes piercing threw you, you moved back fear running threw every direction of your body, it made its way towards you, you felt yourself growing more and more closer to death

“p..please! don't i..i” you didn't know the words to speak out, I mean what could you say?, ' oh please show me mercy ' like that would ever work,

“Your time has come, Y/N.. your suffering will soon come to a end” the dark creature spoke, you shook your head ' no ' furiously, you grabbed the bat from beside your night stand, ready to aim it right at this thing.

“you think that's going to stop me?” the creature said, it almost sounded sarcastic, you didn't say anything, how could you?, You were paralyzed in pure terror, you'd managed to step about of your bed, the creature coming more, more closer to you

“s..sta- stay away!” you worriedly spoke, it didn't listen coming closer and closer, untill finally to both were face to face, you couldn't do anything. Running would be a stupid idea of course smacking it with the bat wouldn't end well, what could you do..?,

“dont be scared, it will all end soon” the creature said, it's hand extended to your face not so much of a hand you could say, more tears streamed down your face, your eyes immediately saw a tattoo on its wrist,

001

Was written, it (he) followed your gaze it noticed what you were staring at, it snarled removing it's hand from your face, you were quite surprised to say, “you want something better to look at?” it said, you confusedly stared at well you could call ' it ' a he from the deep, voice it had

You watched as the terrifying creature Infront of you was now a man, a sweet man, he had dirty blonde hair, extremely bright blue eyes, soft pink lips, cheek bones that fitted him and a sharp jawline, he was perfect,

“i- w..who are you..??” you asked, the man smiled brightly his hand extended creasing your jaw, you pushed your face away from his touch, “i have many names” he softly spoke, his face came much closer, to close you could practically feel his breathe on you

“vecna?” you spoke, you were surprised was vecna once a man?, A human..?, His smile never left finger now creasing your cheeks, “you could say that” he tutted, his finger rised to wipe the tears still streaming down your face, his face came alot more closer

His mouth was now on your neck, you gasped at the contact, he sucked, licked onto your neck, you let out tiny mewls attempting to push him away with no avail, “st- stop it!” you shouted, trying your hardest to push him away

He sucked more furiously on your neck, you whimpered slightly, you hands still on his chest trying your very best, to push him away from you, his assault on your neck stopped, you sighed in relief as you tried to left up your bat, to hit him you were unable too when you felt him throw the bat god knows where .

“please just let me go!” you cried out, he just laughed almost attractively to your attempts at breaking free, although a part of you wanted to stay. Stay within his confinements, you shook your head clearing those clearly weird thoughts. You tried everything, kicking him, punching him, clearly biting him but nothing worked nothing at all..

“you like this don't you?” he said, fingers still on your cheek, you stared at him disgust formed in your stomach, “what! like this? How could I possible like something as absurd like this!?”, you yet again shouted, he just laughed once again but deep down apart of you actually quite liked this..

“i see the lust in your eyes” he whisper in your ear, you shook your head ' no ' at his statement, “lust?, yeah keep telling yourself that..” you spoke, you'd given up your attempts to break free, you were going to die either way, he wouldn't just let you free, would he?

“so you wouldn't mind if I did this.. ?” he said just before his lips connected with yours, you gasped yet once again, your tried moving your head away, but his hands kept it in place, your sounds were muffled by his mouth, one of his hands wrapped itself around your waist tugging you close, very close, you wanted to cry you wanted to scream.

But you couldn't, you can't, you both finally parted for air panting madly, some part of you actually enjoyed that, your head was telling you this was wrong!, He had killed innocent people, and he was going to kill max, you..

“you really enjoyed that hm?” he spoke, he was right.., you actually kind of did. “w..what! Your crazy no.. I would never enjoy that” you attempted to defend yourself, but he knew, he knew you clearly enjoyed this as much as he did,

You felt him grind against you, he was hard, you felt pure disgust, but you enjoyed this, his grinding became more intermit, you groaned softly, you sobbed once again, was this really going to happen, you thought

“poor thing ” he tutted, grinding more furiously, soft moans left his lips he bit down on your neck trying to contain himself, he would seem weak.., which was something he despised, you whimpered you covered your mouth trying to prevent these absurd sounds from you

He noticed and pulled your hand away, you cried out as he whispered, “dont hide those pretty sounds now?” he spoke, groaning in between his sentences, you buried your face into his neck, he smelt good which was a surprise, “p..please- stop it!” you knew he wouldn't listen, did you want him to stop? You didn't know but you sure as hell wanted this nightmare to end

��am afraid I can't do that since you clearly like this” one, vecna spoke , his grinding slowed down you whined slightly at the lost, but you thought a sense of sympathy washed over him, but you were wrong, very wrong

You gasped as he removed his white trousers,was he going to do what you thought, “wha- hey! What are you doing?” you worriedly asked, maybe he was just fixing his pants!, Seriously fixing his pants?

“giving you what you desire, what I desire ” he said, had you just heard that correctly, no you must have misheard, you were suddenly caught with him pulling down your jeans, desperately..

“hey! no stop..” you didn't want this but you did at the same time. He didn't listen pulling your pants down to your ankle, well- well, you were wet clearly turned on my , what a surprise!

“oh ? And what's this..” he smugly spoke, embarrassment flushed over you, you closed your legs hiding yourself, but he opened them roughly, you groaned at the harshness, his mouth went back to your neck, making more love bites sucking roughly at the skin

You moaned, you grasped his hair desperately need more of him, “eager aren't we?” he said, he pulled your underwear down, as well as his, you were practically dripping, “no.. i- please dont-” you tried to say, you didn't want to but your body said otherwise

You almost screamed as you felt him enter you without a warning, you heard him groan softly, without giving any time to adjust to his size, he thrusted his hips at a good enough pace, you moaned your fingers extended ruffling at his hair.

“so tight” he groaned thrusting once again, you whimpered in reply to his thrust, He moved much faster to your delight, moans and skin slapping could only be heard, “such a good s..slut for me hm?, Taking me so well” he groaned roughly, you buried your face in his neck, you wanted to pay him back for those love bites, heck yeah you did .

You furiously bit into his neck, causing him to moan, you sucked and licked leaving love bites all over his neck, you felt his thrusts become more and more sloppier, you knew he was close, you were too

“such a good girl, yeah? You like this don't you.. being my perfect little whore” he spat, his words went right to your core causing you to clench around him, he groaned at the contact, “f..faster pl- please ” you attempted to say, he agreed going much faster, “fuck!” you cried, you were felt a familiar sensation in your stomach, “m- close ” you manged to say

He just nodded, he felt himself grow closer as well, “dose this feel good?” he asked, his finger grasping your hair, “i said”, he thrusted roughly causing a sob to escape, “dose this feel good?” “yes! Feels so good” you'd manged to say to him

He just smiled evilly, and then and there your climax hit you like a train, you vision turned white, sparks of pleasure flowed threw your body, you sobbed at the feeling, one groaned as he had also reached his climax coming, inside your feeling you with his seed,

Your vision was blurred, you felt your head slightly throb, “such a pretty girl you did so good mm?” he creased your face, wiping your tears, suddenly you heard music, which caught both of you two,s attention,

Your favorite song was blasting threw your room, one, vecna stared at you as you stared at a portal like doorway, you saw your body floating as your friends, Dustin, Max, Steve and others, shouting your name for you to come back, you looked at him ,

who was now vecna, your eyes widen in fear, the sweet man, was now gone the one underneath was vecna, you knew what you had to do, you manged to bite his hand, he snarled in pain releasing you, you ran the portal was far, very far but you could get there

Vecna snarled as he waved his hand in which caused stuff to fly down from above you, you feel down a couple times getting up your friends voices grew louder, you grew closer, you turned around seeing one, standing back where you'd left him

He'd given up, you ran faster until your legs couldn't go anymore, even if you were half naked you didn't care , “am not done with you Y/N” one growled, soon you came back in contact with your body

you gasped falling down, Steve caught you, everyone worriedly gathered knew you, “we thought you were a goner!” shouted Steve, and Dustin, you laughed slightly, just happy you made it out alive, his words rang threw your head

“am not done with you Y/N”

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comfort-person · 1 year

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Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination

Synopsis: y/n used to reside within Hawkins lab, until the massacre… she was the one whom watched eleven send Henry into the upside down but she is constantly tormented by her demons… the ones inside her head… how could she betray Henry like that? Well the reader comes across a very familiar person… but he isn’t all that he seems. (A very horror-y aspect to it all)

Trigger warnings: attempted killing, gore, blood, violence, psychotic 001, psychotic vecna, food talk, death, all that stuff. If you’re sensitive to this then please read at your own discretion.

A/N: Yes I’m obsessed with this man but… how can I not be? I mean cmon look at him😩🫶🏻 and yes I’d also join him… I in fact volunteer as tribute.

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The lab was always a nightmare. In the past, present and future. It would always haunt you. It was the type of memory that was certain to leave a bad taste in your mouth. It was awful to say the least. But it wasn’t just that… no… it was more than that. It was Henry- you remember the day like it was yesterday,

Your body stood rigid eyes full of fear as you watched how el threw him against the wall, the edges of the wall beginning to crack and fly off like dust as Henry’s body began to melt into the wall… melting like he wasn’t a human. Melting in such a terrifying inhuman way. You wanted to help but you couldn’t, he had killed your and elevens friends. Even if those friends did bully you relentlessly it didn’t give him any rights to hurt them. They were just children. The way Henry screamed in pain begging for your help looking you dead in the eye as he begged for you to do something… but you didn’t. You just stood there hands by your sides, clenched into fists as you breathed heavily. The wall sucked him in as he flew out of sight, his screams being heard for the next few seconds until the wall quite literally sealed shut as if nothing had happened “we’ve got to go, come on,” eleven spoke grabbing your wrist as she pulled you towards the door “we need to find safety. Come on. We aren’t welcome here anymore, the bad men are after us. Come on y/n.” Her voice desperate, and you simply went along with it… head empty… brain thoughtless… your body going into autopilot. You had really just betrayed the man who helped you with everything. You felt guilty as anything but knew it was for the best, right?

-a few years later-

“You’re such a dingus oh my god!” Robin burst out laughing as she shoved Steve who was shoving as much banana into his mouth as he possibly could, you watched on slightly disgusted.“Cmonitsaworldrecordformostbananainthemouthright?” Steve spoke in such a way no one understood him. You groaned out rolling your eyes “that’s so gross Steve! Eat with your mouth closed!” You almost begged making him roll his eyes at you but he listened silently eating the rest of the banana which was all mushed up in his mouth, and once the banana was all gone he looked at both you and Robin “tough crowd huh?” He asked purposely opening another banana much to robins disgust, watching as Steve took another huge bite of the banana smiling widely at both you and Robin to try and torment you and you grimaced “no, you’re just disgusting..” robin continued as she and Steve continued bickering about whether scoffing a banana down was gross or not “at least I didn’t swallow it whole! Would you of rather me deep throat it-“ “what the fuck Steve that’s rancid!” Their argument went on back and forth but you weren’t focusing eyes locked onto the fact that there was a figure standing in the doorway your eyes squinting trying to figure out who was there “I’ll be back in a second guys,” you spoke standing up not even being acknowledged by the arguing teens…

You walked out into the hallway but no one was there, your brows furrowed as you gulped slightly. Weird things always happened in Hawkins but especially since two weeks ago… you started having more frequent dreams about the lab. About the horror that consumed your every day life in the lab it simply just wouldn’t go away. “Dustin?” You asked nervously eyes flicking back and forth “I swear to god if you and your dumb friends are playing a prank on me I will not be happy…” your voice unbeknownst to you had gone from being shaky to being echo-y as if you were in a endless tunnel. “Dustin stop this right now! I swear to god if you and your silly friends don’t come out right now I-“

click click click click tick tock tick tock tick tock

Your breath hitched a chime soon following the ticking and you soon found that there was cobwebs everywhere, dust as well, there was absolutely no human touch to it anymore as if no one had been here in decades. You spun around looking around for somewhere to run, but everywhere was boarded up… what the fuck? You quickly darted towards the front door as you heard the chimes getting closer and closer to you. You began pulling and yanking at the handle of the door not stopping until you had quite literally fallen over from pulling so hard, pulling the door handle off as well “classic! What the actual fuck” you spat out quickly forcing yourself to stand before you looked back towards the door… or well… where the door was. There was no door there anymore there was only vines that caressed the edges of the door as if waiting for an unsuspecting victim to cross its path, you let out a shaky breath unsure on what to do exactly before a sudden scream grabbed your attention,

“Y/n!!! Please! Please! Help me! I-I’m stuck! I cant get out! Y/n!!” The voice was scarily close to Eddie’s and you immediately without even thinking about it sprinted out of the front door, running to where the voice was coming from but the closer you got the further away it became his screams only growing louder and louder, screaming your name for mercy as tears stung your vision and you weren’t quite sure whether it was because of the fear you felt or the wind piercing your vision but before you could think much more of that your body collided against another body, your body collapsing onto the ground as you panted “Eddie?” You squinted looking up “ouch, why wouldn’t you recognise me?” A different voice spoke the screams stopping “look who decided to finally join me,” his voice was soft and gentle a sincere smile on his lips “someones a sleepy head this morning,” it was as if he was reciting a script to torment you… his body still clothed in that white sterile outfit,

He then held his hand out for you to take his skin still soft looking, yet little almost invisible markings were on his skin… as if his skin wasn’t his but instead of recognising the red flags in this whole entire situation to carefully reached your hand out grabbing a hold of his as he pulled you up gently his blue eyes full of trauma and sadness before he slowly let go of your hand, a stray tear had trailed down your cheek and he was quick to capture it with the pad of his thumb turning his hand to face himself as he stared at the clear liquid staining his thumb “why do you cry?” He asked and you stared in silence “why don’t I cry?” You responded rhetorically making him tilt his head to the side as if questioning you before he dropped his hand back down by his side “there’s no need to cry… I’m the same person as I was…” he soothed but there was an undertone to his voice that told you, you couldn’t trust him. He then looked back into your eyes “the offer still stands.” He spoke, slender fingers reaching forward to gently caress against your cheek “join me,”

He spoke so softly so sincerely it was almost hard to not say yes to him but you knew… he had changed in ways that you didn’t want to experience. The chimes were still in the distance and you knew that most definitely was a pawn in his game. Just like you… you were nothing but a pawn in this fantasy of his. His eyes searched yours and yours did the exact same thing back to him before you shook your head “this shouldn’t be real life… it isn’t real life. You’re fake, Henry. Stop trying to get in my head.” You demanded making him pull back a frown forming on his face “I don’t understand why you would say such a thing. This is real life. Or maybe you’re fake. Who’s to say you aren’t dead.” He almost threatened you, gaslighting you in the most ridiculous way. You stared silently staring at him before letting out a soft laugh… “I love when you laugh” he spoke making your smile disappear in an instant. “This is real life, yes, but you… YOU. You aren’t real.” You spat out and just as Henry was about to twist those words on you again you cut him off “and I am real, one, realer than you… because if I was fake… then would I be able to do this?” And in one quick movement you threw your hand forward attempting to throw him but his large hand wrapped around your wrist turning your wrist in such a way that it caused you so much agony, your lips parting, shuttered breaths leaving your lips as you tried to pull away from him “ah, ah, ah… I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” His slender fingers curled further around your wrist tightening in such a painful way that your knees buckled beneath you as you began to kneel in agony until your knees touched the ground and he let go of your wrist

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

He shook his head along with his words before exhaling softly “but if I have to, I have to… okay?” His eyes remained on you but you didn’t respond watching how he tilted his head to the side staring at you “I’ll give you one last chance, y/n, join me.” He spoke as he crossed his arms over his chest, you breathed heavily cradling your wrist like a baby as you began automatically shaking your head but you feared what he would do to you if you didn’t and so your shaking head soon turned to nodding the smile that appeared on Henry’s lips being unrecognisable “that’s what I like to hear” he then slowly walked towards you as he helped you stand carefully “I just wanted to rule the world with you y/n, yet you and Eleven had to ruin it. Didn’t you?” He whispered gazing into your eyes, tears forming in your eyes “you’re just so guilty aren’t you? Pent up with so much guilt and regret for leaving the only person who could save you… isn’t that right…” you didn’t dare look into his eyes before he grasped onto your chin forcing you to look at him “isn’t it?” Your eyes searching his before you slowly nodded “yes.” You whispered out feeling completely weak against him,

“I’m sorry, Henry.” You whispered out and his eyes softened “don’t be. Be grateful we met again…. Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination, you’ll be happy with me. I promise. Those bad things that happen to the people you love… they won’t happen ever again. Now that you’re with me.” He whispered into your ear as he pulled you closer and closer until you were wrapped up in his embrace, the smell of him still lingering… he smelt of the lab… he smelt of everything wonderful: flowers, daisies, the cologne he always wore and just everything you loved… but that didn’t distract you from the fact that his human form, the clothes beneath your fingers seemed to melt into nothingness. You froze… you could feel the way something on him moved. It felt like some sort of sea creature or alien… or unearthed creature… and that’s when you noticed it… tentacles slithering up and down his body “Henry” you whispered out hands now resting against his chest trying to push him away “Henry I don’t like this” you spoke panicked your anxiety rising. “Henry stop this!” You yelled wriggling against his vice like grip “hush… y/n… hush… your suffering is about to come to an end… you said you wanted to join me… so you’ll join me.” He said his voice now totally demonic. It didn’t sound like him… it sounded like some sort of monster.

You continued struggling as you hit at his abdomen in hopes of getting out of his grip “struggling will make it worse” he spoke in such a horrific tone that it made you struggle worse and then that’s when you felt it… your sunglasses in your pocket, your knew it wouldn’t do much but it was something and so you reached into your pocket despair setting in as you desperately lifted your sunglasses above your head before penetrating the arm of the glasses straight into his eye his grip on your loosening as he doubled over his large left hand crushing your sunglasses into nothingness, your legs quickly carried you along the world full of debris your breathing heavy as you sprinted away from him but the further you got the closer to him you remained… it was horrifying. You looked over your shoulder seeing a large tentacle coming straight your way, it was vine like, as if he had control over nature and just as it was about to wrap around your ankle you jumped back watching as it curled around nothing,

“You can hide y/n but you can’t run forever… remember what papa said? The more energy you burn the harder it becomes… you stop now and this’ll be easy for you. I promise.”

He spoke tormenting you as you continued running not stopping, your chest ached eyes full of terrified tears. You ran towards Steve’s home that was completely boarded up again the door that once disappeared now replaced “no no no no oh my god” a soft scream left your lips as you banged on the door loudly “don’t ignore me sweetheart… you can’t ignore me… I won’t let you” he seethed out the sound of his voice now right by your ear and you tensed up “you betrayed me y/n… I won’t ever forgive you for that… but if you join me we can start that process of forgiveness. Cant we?” His nails stroked against your back before he turned you around to look at him “can’t we?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned his head forward eyes a darker shade of blue as he glared into your eyes expectantly, he watched as you sobbed, his head moving back as he took a slight step back a sudden softness overcoming him as he stared at you “or do you need a little longer to decide, hm?” He asked and your breath hitched trying to back into the doorway more as you watched how this figure of his seemed to shrink down into the real Henry a small smile on his lips “I can see you’re struggling. And that’s okay. You’ve got time…” a grandfather clock chimed just a few meters away before he gently grabbed a hold of your hand “not everything’s as it seems… I promise we’ll be happy together one day.” He spoke with a little smile eyes glowing with that warmth again before you sniffled looking at him “I’m sorry Henry.” You whispered and all he did was smile before pulling you close again holding you in such an angelic way that you immediately calmed down in his embrace… “don’t be. You’ll join me soon and realise that, that’s the best thing to do.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes keeping a hold of you….

‘Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination… we’ll begin with a spin travelling in the word of my creation, what we’ll see will defy explanation,

If you want to view paradise simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it,

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be…’

“Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination…” the voices were all of Henry’s, Steve’s, Eddie’s, robins… all those you loved but there was that deeper voice of that monster you didn’t wish to encounter again “y/n!” A voice yelled and you fell out of Henry’s arms watching as he smiled watching you fall through the door that was once again no longer there, his figure disappearing as you landed straight into Steve’s arms “Jesus christ! Thank god…” Steve stared down at you eyes full of worry “are you okay?” You then removed the headphones from your ears that were constantly playing the same lyrics over and over again your breath hitching as you stared up at Steve horror in your eyes “she looks exactly like max when she had that experience” Lucas spoke eyes full of worry and you realised your other friends had now appeared there… “what did you see y/n?” Max asked and you stared at her “a monster…” you whispered unsure of how to describe him or it. You didn’t even know… but you watched as everyone looked to each other… and in synchronisation they all spoke the same simple name…

“Vecna”

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buggyzwrld · 2 years

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the man next door (henry creel/reader) oneshot

*a/n: here's an idea i had after watching vol. 2. i needed something to write while thinking about wtf im gonna do with my highschool AU story of henry. we are gonna pretend this takes place in 1983, and el is 11 years old, and the massacre happened just months earlier. also we are gonna pretend steve and robin are friends too in 1983 lol, ignoring canon like usual. also i know henry's name is not peter, but im just letting him assume that name because him & el are essentially lying low and assuming new names after escaping the lab. also no beta we die like men, i didn’t proofread this

*warnings: traumatic flashbacks, kidnapping, strong language, blood, manipulating behaviors, stalking, choking

comments are always welcome! i hope you enjoy !

Hawkins was a strange, strange town. Some say it’s almost cursed. You’d have to agree, the odd disappearances, the claims of sights of weird alien-like creatures, the odd governmental facility that hid itself amongst the shroud of woods, almost like something out of some cheesy sci-fi horror film. However, the strangest thing you could find about all of Hawkins, was its people.

One of those people happened to be your new neighbor.

Mr. Peter Ballard, you’ve only spoken in passing, introducing himself when you went to your mailbox and just happened to catch him pulling up in his driveway. He was quite a friendly man, from what you could tell, quite attractive too, if you could admit. He’d only been living in the small house for maybe about 2 months, and you didn’t even know anyone new was moving in. There were no moving trucks, no clothes, no furniture, no belongings… nothing. Just him, and a small girl with very short hair, who you’d assume was his daughter, coming in and out of the house.

Even now, as you sit on your porch, watching him pull in his driveway with his odd black car that looked like a government vehicle, you were still quite intrigued. As he stepped out of the vehicle, he caught you staring, he simply smiled and waved at you, and you only offered a small hand, much to your embarrassment.

“Shit..” Muttering under your breath, “He caught me staring.” You got up quickly out of your rocking chair and ran into your house quickly, slamming the door, putting one hand on your temples.

“Way to be a creep, huh, (Name)?” You looked back to the window leading out to the front yard, where his car was in view, “He probably thinks I’m some nosy ass weirdo..”

Walking back to the window you peered through the blinds again, seeing the back of his blonde hair as he was pulling bags out of the back seat of the car.

“Groceries..” You whispered to yourself, then seeing the young girl leaning over in the trunk, getting out a jug of milk, walking back as her frilled dress bounced with her movements, “I guess they are pretty normal people, after all, huh?”

You couldn’t help but be intrigued. You barely had neighbors, you lived in a more isolated part of town, preferring to be away from much of the strange activities much of the townsfolk talked about. Much of your backyard stretched into woods carrying, hopefully, nothingness, and you stayed in your small shack-like home. New to the small town life, moving to Hawkins only a year ago, nothing bothered you, the quietness of it all never made you uneasy. The only time you would go out is to work your part time job at Family Video, grocery shop, and maybe, when you're feeling a little spicy, go out to eat, by yourself of course. You led a simple life, no one knew who you were, of course, being slightly new to the town. However, there was a small stretch that bothered you.

You had started receiving strange notes in the mail. Not just any kind of note, but love letters. At first, it was funny, childish, even. The first note you ever received was in a yellow card, with a cute bunny rabbit holding a heart, on the inside saying some cute cheesy romantic line, and there was your name under it, surrounded by red hearts. You laughed it off, maybe they had the wrong (Name), there had to be another in Hawkins, right? The letters began to escalate slightly, the most recent you received a week ago, talking of how they wanted to, “take you out to dinner, I know your favorite place.” You simply threw it in the trash, thinking nothing of it, somebody silly was just playing a game, maybe it was even one of your coworkers. It was becoming quite a nuisance, really.

You up at the tiny clock over your stove, “2:15 already..” grumbling, getting up lazily to go get ready for your mundane part-time job. Throwing on your green vest, “Family Video,” proudly etched on the right side of the chest, and your bright orange name tag, blaring, “(Name).” Throwing your keys around your index finger, sighing as you exited the house, locking the door, and getting in your, starting in it, praying today would go decent.

Thursdays were terribly boring, unfortunately. It was the quiet before the storm of the weekend, and you lazily lounged behind the counter, doodling on the notepad used to write down names for customers.

“God, I’m bored, Robin.” You grumbled, rolling your head back in the chair and staring at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.

“Well, you COULD be helping me organize these returned movies,” She sarcastically retorted back, organizing her pile in alphabetical order on the small cart used to maneuver movies around.

“I could also be doing so much more with my life right now,” You leaned your head back at her and smiled, “But I’m working at Family Video in Hawkins,Indiana, right?”

“It’s not bad…” She trailed off looking to the side, “for a highschooler, like me, I guess.” Nervous laughter followed.

“Right,” You then swiveled the chair you were sitting in around, “By the way, Robbie, I’ve got a question for you.”

Robin opened her eyes in curiosity, and you put your hands on your chin as if you were in deep, meaningful thought.

“Riddle me this,” You began, “What would you do if you had a secret admirer?”

“Well, really, that’s not a question for me, that’s more for Steve-” She babbled, but you interrupted her.

“Who sent you letters in the mail.”

She looked a little shocked, “(Name), that sounds like a stalker! Do you even know who this is? I mean, seriously, I swear, if something happens to you-” The door chimed, interrupting her, signaling someone walked in.

You turned around quickly, seeing who in God’s name was renting a movie on a Thursday night, when your mouth almost fell agape.

Peter Ballard. Peter Ballard and his daughter to be exact.

His eyes recognized yours immediately, his blonde hair haloed by the fluorescent light, he offered his slightly friendly smile as usual. Bending down slightly to whisper something in the young girl’s ear, he let her hand go as she went to roam freely about in the store. He strided up to the desk, feeling like a million ages to you, his hands clasped around the front of his body.

“Hey, (Name),” Peter made direct eye contact with you, your name rolling off his tongue smooth as honey, “I was wondering if you had a certain movie to rent for us.”

“Yeah.. yeah, uh, what movie?” God, you were stuttering, and you’re sure he could sense the nervousness from you, as he laughed slightly after you said that.

“It might sound a bit weird, if you would excuse me,” He looked slightly over in the direction of his daughter, as if grasping at straws in his head to remember the movie’s name, “I believe it’s called, Cujo?”

“Ah! Cujo.” You were a little shocked, “The movie about the killer dog, right? You want to watch that, Mr. Peter?” You were trying to tease him a little, wanting to see how he would react.

He took the bait, laughing a little nervously, “It’s really for her,” pointing to where his daughter was, her standing a little tense as Robin was now fawning over how cute she was.

“Ah…” You said sarcastically, “And how old is she?”

“She’s eleven,” You shot him a look, he just shrugged his shoulders slightly, “Maybe a little eccentric, different.”

“Maybe so,” You smiled, “We have it available to rent, I’ll go get it for you.” You headed to the back, turning around, putting your hands on your face and screaming silently into your hands, you were so embarrassed.

You huffed loudly as you got to the back, trying to ease the butterflies now alive and well in your stomach, looking for the sacred Cujo movie.

“Pull it together, (Name)!” Giving yourself a pep talk as you found the movie, preparing to walk back out into the shop, “Yes, he’s your neighbor, he’s hot! But you can’t let him undermine your social skills!”

Feeling satisfied with yourself, you patted your stomach, as if telling the wiggly feelings to go away, and marched back into the shop.

“Okay… Mr. Peter,” You sat the movie tape on the counter, “Here’s Cujo, hopefully little… um, what is her name, I’m sorry..” You trailed off awkwardly, trying to make a cute personal comment to him, only to realize you didn’t even know his daughter’s name.

“Oh, her name is El.” Peter said almost in a plain fashion, you almost wanted to ask if it was short for something, but he seemed to be serious, his daughter’s name was two letters.

“El! Hopefully little El is happy with her movie,” You continued the check out process, registering his name in the catalog, “It’s a little gruesome, I heard.”

“Ah..” He leered, “She’s seen worse, believe me.”

You tried to let the comment off your shoulder, as you shot him a quick look, and noticing his smile, you took the comment as a joke, just smiling back.

“Come on, El,” He called to her, “Thank you so much, (Name), you’ve appeased us both for the night, really.”

“Oh, you’re welcome!” You exclaimed, a bit too excitedly, “Have a good night!”

Peter nodded back, taking his daughter’s hand again and walking out of the shop, bell chiming as they walked out, you still thought about the comment he made.

Hawkins has some strange people, you thought.

“That…” Robin began after a small moment of silence, “That was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Coming from me, (Name), you know it’s serious.” You just laughed, knowing you were thinking the same as her when you finally got to see him up close. He was beautiful, alright, he had the look of an angel almost. His hair was all fluffy, not neat like it usually was, as if something had tossed it out of its usual look. His blue eyes, which pierced into your soul if you were to talk to him, and his beautiful cheekbones, like they were sculpted by the divine gods themselves. Everything was just perfect, you couldn’t lie, you had a little crush, maybe that’s why you were so nosy about him whenever he moved in.

“That beautiful man is my neighbor.” You bragged proudly, hands on your hips as you stared at the door where he walked out of.

The next morning you were awoken by the sounds of loud birds singing in a chorus. Sitting up you held your head in your hands, the huge headaches you usually had every morning coming on. You reached and grabbed for the bottle of tylenol on the nightstand next to your bed, when you noticed something falling on your palm.

Blood.

“What…?” You murmured, rushing out of bed to the bathroom to see just what was the source of the bleeding. Looking into the mirror, your nose was gushing slowly with blood, worrying setting over you. You’ve had the headaches, but nosebleeds now, too? You went to the doctor about headaches, as they’d been going on for about a month now. Wiping the blood out of your nostrils, praying you wouldn’t have to go back to the doctor risking the medical bills you could barely afford to pay.

Ah, it’s alright, (Name). You’ll be fine. You thought, going back and taking the Tylenol you originally had plans for. Going into the kitchen, you slipped your house slippers on, and threw on a baggy black jacket to go check the mail for today.

As you opened the door bracing for the cool November breeze to hit you, you heard a small crumble under your feet. Looking down, you saw a bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, roses, yellow lilies, a few sunflowers, and one odd white jasmine flower standing out to you. Picking up the bouquet, you noticed a small white index card tucked in between the wrapping and the flower, you picked it up, reading to yourself:

“I’m sorry that it’s hurting so bad, it will all be over soon, my (Name). Just relax, wait for me.”

Behind the note, you took notice of a Polaroid picture, of your house. It was taken from an angle, almost as if it was behind the woods.

Your stomach dropped to your knees, and you started to shake slightly, the note still in hand.

Looking around your mostly empty neighborhood, for the sign of an odd car, a person, anything out of place. Who could know this? You barely spoke to anyone else other than Robin, your literal coworker, she doesn’t even know your address! Peter, you only knew in passing, you two barely spoke. Last night was the most interaction you had!

Then, it felt like the world fell on your head, Robin was right,

You did have a stalker.

Quickly, you retreated back into the house, slamming the door shut and locking it, going over to all the windows in your house and making sure they were locked, too. Throwing the bouquet in the garbage, you paced around your small kitchen, wondering what you could possibly do. The police of course, but who’d know if they took you seriously? It was “just” a little bouquet, a little note to them, no physical harm done to you… yet. You then thought back to the note, digging in the garbage to find it, pulling it out. Studying its handwriting, you notice how neat and perfect it was. Almost like the person who wrote it… studied the art of the alphabet, there was not a single erase mark, no misspelling, nothing. All T’s crossed, I’s dotted. It was perfect. Sighing deeply, you retreated to your couch, covering up with a blanket, and turning on the television to hopefully distract you from your everbuilding anxiety.

Hours passed, and your mind was still racing, zooming with thoughts, eyes and mind wide open.

“Dammit..” You cursed to yourself, “I can’t do this, I can’t..” Stomping back to your room, you went under your bed and pulled out a small tin lunch box, opening it, the smell hitting you immediately. You held the joint in your hands, remembering how you promised your mom before you moved off you would stop your bad habits, but desperate times called for desperate measures. There was still daylight outside, you just needed some fresh air to clear your mind and think.

Walking out to your car, and cranking it up, you noticed Peter’s car was still in his driveway, almost as if he never left his house. Brushing it off, you pulled out of the driveway, and drove over to the playground of one of the neighborhoods a street over from yours.

Sitting on the swing and lighting the joint, you inhaled deeply, then exhaled. You felt slight relief waver over you, though keeping aware of your surroundings, holding onto your keys tightly just in case of an emergency. However, this neighborhood was nearly empty, or abandoned, atleast. It was beautiful, however, many old houses donned the street, abandoned, some still lived in. It made you wonder what life used to live in the houses, the families that inhabited them.

One in particular stood out to you, the old Creel house. The people of Hawkins talked of the “creepy Creels,” as if they were a cursed family. They had told you, stay away from that house, it’s cursed, the father, they said, was cursed by a demon, some say he was just batshit crazy.

You agreed with the second opinion. He murdered his entire family, a “demon” doesn’t do that.

Drawing another hit, you watched the trees blow with the breeze of life, as the big blue house stood frozen in time almost. Although the windows were mostly boarded up, the stained glass window still stood in the door, beautiful in its vintage fashion.

Then, you noticed it moving back, a tall figure stepping out of the doorway into view onto the porch. Your breath stopped in your throat, holding the joint inches away from your lips, you squint your eyes to get a better view of the figure. It began to walk closer to your field of vision, and you murmured to yourself,

….Peter?

Surely you aren't already high enough to be hallucinating, and hopefully you weren’t so infatuated with Peter that you started hallucinating him. Thankfully, you weren’t, it was him, in the flesh. You just wondered what the hell he was doing in the Creel house.

He began walking towards you, and you prepared yourself to talk, stuffing the joint in your coat pocket, trying to act as normal as possible, like you didn’t see him come out of an abandoned house, and like he almost didn’t catch you smoking a joint.

“(Name)?” He called over to you, as he walked closer, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same, Mr. Peter,” You let it slip, “Why were you in that creepy old house?”

Peter just looked off slightly, then he smiled, “I was revisiting some old family memories, that’s all.”

“You’re related to the ‘creepy’ Creels?!” You exclaimed, then realized how childish and insensitive you probably sounded.

Peter gave you a small smile at your exclamation, walked over to the swing beside yours, and sat down, “Not exactly directly. Henry was my second cousin.” He didn’t seem to be bothered by your reaction, turning his head to look you in the eye, as if he was waiting to see your reaction.

“Ah…” You looked back to the house, avoiding his eye contact, “The boy that died in the coma? I wonder what the father did to him, to make him succumb to such an… unfortunate circumstance…” You tried not to sound too insensitive, again.

“Yeah,” Peter began, looking at the house, too, “It really is unfortunate isn’t it?”

His tone sounded a bit off, much like the comment he made at the video shop last night, but you brushed it off, allowing silence to overtake the conversation as you got lost in your thoughts.

“(Name),” Peter cut through, “Are you alright?” You shot your head up to look at him, meeting eyes that pierced you deeply, as if he could see every thought or feeling that circulated in your brain.

“Um, yeah,” You started, “Yeah, Peter, I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry,” He played with his hands a little, “You just seemed like you were worrying about something.”

You thought back to the note and bouquet this morning, your headaches, newly found nosebleeds, everything that has happened in the past month or so, noticing his body language, paying attention to your tension. Oh, what the hell could you lose telling him?

So you did, partially.

“Well..” You stammered slightly, “I’ve been getting these weird notes in the mail. Like, I have a stalker, kind of.. I guess.” Staring at the ground, you waited for his response, but he just wanted you to talk more.

“And… I’m scared. I’m scared, Peter. One of the notes today, described something only I should know.” You fidgeted with the fabric of your pants, when he turned his body towards you.

“Do you want me to watch your house?” Peter questioned suddenly, “I can stay up through the night, to see if someone peeks through windows, leaves notes, anything like that, you know.” You looked up at him, the thought of even suggesting someone other than you near your home, startled you, now you were scared to even go back. You’d been gone, what if somebody snuck in?

Almost as if he had read your mind, he answered back, “How about you stay with me and El for the night? You seem a little too shaken up to go back home alone. We’re right next door, so if you needed anything from your home you could walk over there. I’d watch you, of course.”

God this man is too nice, you thought, it's killing me.

You thought about his offer, knowing for sure if you went back home, you wouldn’t be able to sleep, you’d be too worried about if someone was being a peeping Tom outside your house.

Peter then added, “Of course, I’d provide food. Also, El and I haven’t watched Cujo yet, so, you’re invited, if you would like.”

You furrowed your brows a little, thinking of the possibilities. You didn’t want to be alone, but also the thought of staying in a stranger’s house made you feel uneasy.However… Peter seemed to be a caring, thoughtful man, though, and from what you could see, he took care of El okay.

“Um, sure, I would like that. Thank you.” You met his eyes, now crinkled up from his sweet smile, happy at your response.

Hopefully he didn’t notice the reluctance in your voice.

The house was cute, small, and comfortable for a single father and his daughter. You noticed upon walking in the lack of furniture, or any home decorations. There were no family pictures, no plants, just a small couch in the living room, sitting across from the small television box that was set inside a small entertainment center. The kitchen was connected to the living room, much like your house, with a wall, nestled in between, a sliding window sitting separating contact between the people in front and behind it. You were sitting on the couch with El, watching her play with the red Etch-a-Sketch, her turning the knob in focus, as if what she was drawing had lots and lots of meaning.

“Let me guess,” You started, seeing a few legs being drawn out of the creature, “This is.. A butterfly?”

El smiled a little, “Kind of close. It is a spider.”

You looked back down, an odd spider indeed, it was big, black, and it’s legs were really, really long, with an oblong head, and you noticed it towered over a few houses.

“Right..” You chuckled nervously, not wanting to say it looked like something out of a horror movie, fearing it would hurt the girl’s feelings.

“They are H… Peter’s favorites,” El stuttered cautiously, almost as if she made a grave slip up.

What did she almost call him? Thinking to yourself, she didn’t even call him “dad,” however the thought slipped when El quickly changed the conversation before you could question her.

“What is this?” She pointed to one of your many, many ear piercings, this one being the long piece of jewelry going through the top part of your ear.

“Ah!” You got excited, ready to tell the story of your brave and daring industrial piercing, the one that your mom found so disapproving she almost kicked you out of the house for the sixth time, when Peter opened the sliding window separating the kitchen and the living room.

“Dinner is ready.” He stated, you almost forgot he was cooking, until you smelled the savory flavors coming from the kitchen.

You and El situated yourselves at the small kitchen table, nestled with three seats, perfectly fit for your trio.

Peter went around carrying the pot, with a huge spoon, dumping servings on your plates, “It’s spaghetti, (Name), a little basic, but it’s the only thing I could think that everyone would like.”

You stared down at your plate, you were hungry nonetheless, the stress of the day making you forget to eat, “Are you crazy, Peter? This looks amazing, I’m starving, anyways.” He chuckled, watching you as if you almost forgot your manners picking up the utensils.

You dug into the spaghetti, trying not to eat like a wolf devouring prey, but upon tasting the first bite, you were amazed. It was really, really, really, REALLY good. You almost saw stars.

He can cook too, what a man… your thoughts making you smile through your fork in your mouth.

“How is it, (Name)?” He inquired, seeing that you were smiling.

“It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, rather childishly, earning a smile from El as she ate quietly.

After finishing your meals, the three of you nestled on the small couch to watch Cujo, it was getting quite late, and you felt your eyes getting heavy. You looked to El, who was sitting between the both of you, fast asleep, her head lay on Peter’s shoulder.

“Wow,” You joked, “She didn’t even make it through the first 40 minutes.”

Peter turned his head down to look at her, El now drooling on his white sweatshirt, “Such a sleepyhead, she is.” He mocked, joking with you.

“You look a little sleepy too, (Name).” He turned his attention to you, noticing your half-lidded eyes. It was true, you got your stomach full, and now you wanted nothing else than to rest, the stress of the day had worn you out.

“Maybe…” You gave him a sleepy smile, then he interjected,

“You can sleep in my bed,” Your face grew hot, did he mean, in his bed, with him? Is that why he brought you over here, to make a move on you while little El was asleep? Surely, you didn’t think Peter was the type of man to move so fast.

“I’ll take El to her room, and I’ll sleep on the couch,” He continued, your unspoken thoughts leaving your head after.

“Oh, are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch? It’d be more comfortable for you-”

“I’m keeping a watch out, remember?” Peter interrupted you as he got up to pick up El, cradling her small body in his arms, then disappearing to the back of the home to take her to her room.

It made sense, and you would feel more protected if Peter stayed in the living room, in case a threat made its way inside the house.

Coming back, Peter walked to the door nestled beside the television, beckoning you to follow him with his finger.

Getting up, you came over to the door, opening it, he stated, “Here. If you need any extra pillows or blankets, I can get some for you out of the closet.”

The room, like everything else in the house, was barren, the only thing that lay in the room was the bed, and a small wooden vanity with a mirror, nothing donned the desk of the vanity, no pictures, nothing.

You walked over to the bed, sitting down, jumping slightly to test the comfortableness. It was soft enough, after all, you were staying in a stranger’s house who had cooked you food, and allowed you to sleep in his bed, gratefulness should be your first thought.

“Thank you, Peter,” You looked at him directly now, his smile looking back at you, “Seriously, thank you, you don’t know what this means to me.”

“I do,” He replied back, turning to leave out of the door, “Now, if you need me, I will be right out here on this couch, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

You nodded, surprised at his sudden praises of protection, he turned the light off as he watched you nestled into bed, and shut the door, leaving you to yourself.

Nodding off to sleep rather quickly, you felt happy with the sudden security and peace that overtook you, nothing would hurt you, just as he stated.

Peter sat back down on the couch, the movie’s credits rolling as he stared down at the floor, relaxing his hands in his lap. He smirked, thinking of his plan rolling into action.

The outside world wouldn’t taint you anymore, not as long as he had you.

Waking up out of your slumber, you turned your head to the curtains, noticing sunlight beaming through the window. Morning, already? You thought to yourself, I must have slept a lot better than I thought.

You heard a knock beckon at your door, getting up to go unlock and letting whoever wanted in, until you heard a voice.

A feminine voice. One you hadn’t heard in over a year.

“(Name)? (Name)?” It was your mother, surely you had to be dreaming, you were at Peter’s house, right? “(Name), open the door honey, I need to talk to you.”

“Mom.. hold on..” You stammered, petrified a little, why did this feel so real?

“I can’t wait any longer honey, please, open the door, it’s imperative.” Getting up, you slowly walked over to the door, when the knocking turned into aggressive banging, her beginning to shake the lock furiously.

“Open the fucking door, (Name)!” She roared, “I know what you were doing last night! You came home, through the window, out being a whore, huh? You think you can hide that from me?!”

Tears began to pierce your eyes, putting your hands over your ear, pleading for her to stop. You moved to Hawkins exactly for this reason, to escape restraint, to leave that past of yours behind.

But it followed you, like it traced your footsteps, it was stalking you.

“Open the door!” Your mother screamed again, now beating the door handle with a bat, coming off with a small “clunk,” your stomach dropping as you heard the noise.

The door slowly opened, you were now cornered beside the bed, your knees pressed to your chest, hands over your ears, shutting your eyes, hoping you would wake up soon.

Your mother stomped in suddenly, her tall figure looming over you, her face eerily distorted, her skin looked wet, burned, as if she had been in some type of accident.

“I have a failure as a child! Do you know what they will say about me now?! Think about that, (Name), think about it! I should’ve given you away a long time ago!” She started to point your finger at you, and you began screaming, crying, pleading for help, rocking your fetal position back and forth.

She came closer, “No!” You screamed pushing her away, however instead of your mother’s figure, your hands were met with the white sweatshirt of the man who offered to let you stay in his house.

You had pushed him away, as he was trying to help.

“(Name)! Please, are you okay?” Peter crawled back over to you, putting his hand around your outstretched arm, preventing you from hitting him back again.

“I… I… Peter..” Eyes stained with tears, you looked over to El, who was behind Peter, her face an expression filled with horror. However, she wasn’t looking at you, she was looking at him.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry, I had a nightmare, I-” You were interrupted by him cradling you suddenly, whispering in your ear, “It’s all okay now, it’s over right?”

You looked up at him, around the room, you’d only hope this was real.

You noticed El stomping off suddenly, as if she was upset, Peter looking at her with a leering expression.

The next few days, you did not go outside. Not even for work, calling and stating you had caught the flu, hoping it wouldn’t steer Steve and Robin into worry. Your headaches became increasingly worse, and the nosebleeds persisted, but you didn’t go to the doctor, fearing it would provoke an anxiety attack, just thinking about talking to others petrified you. The nightmares persisted, however, they weren’t as traumatizing as the first one, and you barely slept. Huge purple bags formed quickly under your eyes. A note of your waning sanity.

You were officially losing your mind.

After the incident at Peter’s house, you stopped interacting with him, fearing he would think of you as “mental,” after you had pushed him in his own home after the nightmare. That, and you were also embarrassed of what happened. You had noticed one time while peering out of your blinds, El sitting outside with her head resting on her knees, as if she was crying. You wanted to check on her, but you feared crossing paths with Peter.

The beds of your nails were bloody, after you began a habit of biting them out of anxious tendencies. Today, you were practicing that particular habit, when a feeling of courage to go check your mail finally came over you. Putting on your familiar baggy jacket, you let the hood over your head, preventing others from seeing you, and you seeing others.

Stepping onto the porch, you noticed, sitting on the highest step, was a pink teddy bear, holding a heart. Your stomach dropped, the taunting started again, just as you had begun building courage to take your life back in your hands. Cautiously, you walked over to the porch steps, picking up the bear, as if a bomb was hidden inside it, you wouldn’t be suprised if there was, at this point.

Noticing a folded card in between its arm and the heart, you took it out and opened it.

“I know you’re scared, love. Please don’t fear me, I only want to help you. I can fix you, you just have to trust me. If you resist, it doesn’t matter. I will have you. I will have you. I will have you. I will have you.

I will have you. I will have you.

I will have you. I will have you. ..”

Behind the note fell, once again, another Polaroid picture, this time through your bedroom window, you were sleeping, a rare moment for you at this point.

Your throat dried in horror, the note went on just like that, as if it was taunting you, chanting at you. You then noticed a black spider crawling onto your arm, as if it had come from the note, you tried to smack it, but it went away. Then other spiders came crawling out of the bear’s arm where you had gotten the card, you screamed, dropping the bear and the card, shaking your arm as you felt they were there. Looking down, they were gone. You looked around to see if anyone saw you have your little moment, however no one was there, except Peter pulling up in his car.

You watched as El and him got out of the car, him holding a cake and balloons, she held a jug of red fruit punch juice.

“Hey, (Name).” He called to you, you repositioned yourself to act normal, walking off the porch haphazardly.

He smiled as he saw you, it excited him. To see you so ruined, so vulnerable, you looked like you hadn’t slept in days, you barely were taking care of yourself, he loved to see this side of you. You were coming to him, knowing you would crawl and succumb to him eventually.

He loved to see how you needed him.

“Peter…” You looked over to the small girl who wore concern on her face, “El… Hey, what are you guys doing?”

“Today is El’s birthday,” He watched the shock form on your face, “We are having a little celebration, did you want to join us?”

You looked down, he offered quickly, but you hadn’t had social interaction in over a week. You were afraid you would act out again, but then again, it was the poor girl’s birthday, as far as you had seen, she didn’t play with other kids, she wasn’t even in school for as far as you could recall.

Why not?

“Sure…” You replied, looking back up at him, “Let me go clean myself up first, though.”

You, El, and Peter sat around the table as you ate the meal he cooked up for her birthday. It was apparently one of her favorites: waffles, Peter added bacon and eggs as a side, noting that waffles were not too filling for him. It was oddly quiet, with you and Peter joking here and there, you noticed he would look down at your drink you never touched, the fruit juice, but you opted for water instead, juice you had outgrown years ago. El, however, looked solemn for her birthday, as if she’d rather be doing anything else, you would have to talk with her later. Suddenly you got up from your seat, “Hey, Peter, where’s the toilet? I’ve got to use it.”

He pointed down the hallway to the back of the kitchen, “Down there, and to the left.”

“Thank you,” Walking down the hallway, you looked for the door to the left, however something more peculiar took your eye.

You noticed a door slightly ajar, with red lighting coming from it, peering over your shoulder, you noticed Peter and El still eating, not paying attention to whatever you were doing. Promising yourself it would be quick, curiosity got the best of you, and you quietly slipped in the door.

However, what you found threatened you to become nauseous.

Pictures, so many pictures, hanging up on the wall. There were pictures of your house, mostly at night, and some during the day when you weren’t at home. There were pictures of you through the side window of the house. Even pictures of you working at Family Video. You noticed little notes under the picture, noting what you were doing, or the date of which the picture was taken.

The handwriting looked eerily familiar. The same as the notes that had been harassing your consciousness for almost 2 months now.

You stumbled back, mouth agape, when you bumped into something hard.

Turning around quickly, you noticed it was Peter, however his expression wore something more ragged, almost feral.

“I thought you were going to the bathroom..” He hissed deeply, his voice changing from the usual sweet tone to something more sinister.

“Peter, what the fuck is this?!” You cried, the man who'd you allowed to protect you that night was the culprit behind these harassments. Anger began to seethe through you, he was the reason why you were mentally breaking down, why you couldn’t leave the house, why you were literally going insane.

“You weren’t supposed to see this, (Name),” He sighed, then grabbed your arm rather aggressively, “I suppose it was going to happen sooner or later..”

“Let go of me, you fucking psycho!” You wrestled against his rough embrace, fighting back, feeling your throat suddenly become constricted.

You began to choke, noticing he kept his free outstretched arm, tightening his grip with his finger in an almost close fist, a pressure building, threatening to crush your throat, the telekinetic pressure becoming tighter and tighter.

“Let’s not do this the hard way, (Name), okay?” You struggled against the constriction, face turning red as you began to lose air, “I don’t want to hurt you. Just listen to me, hm?”

An idea popped into your head, noticing a crowbar leaning on the wall beside where you stood. You nodded, hoping he would take note of your “subordination” to him.

He slowly started to ease up, “Good..” murmuring to himself as he released his grip slowly, bringing his arm down to the side. Seeing as he was off guard, you took it as your chance, grabbing the long crowbar and quickly hitting him upside the head, he growled, falling to the floor and holding his head.

You ran out of the room, headed to the front door, when you noticed El, passed out on the floor with the red solo cup filled with fruit juice beside her, spilled on the floor. Stopping in horror at the girl’s form, you quickly regained your senses running to the opened front door when it closed suddenly.

“No! Fuck…” You screamed, trying to turn the knob to open aggressively, but it wouldn’t budge, “Somebody! Help me, please.. Somebody.” Voice trailing off, you knew it was hopeless, nobody was around to even take notice of you.

You heard footsteps behind you, and you turned around slowly, tears forming in your eyes, seeing Peter’s blurry form.

He walked closer towards you, stepping over El’s unconscious body, his expression like a wild animal closing in on their prey. His hair was deranged, partly from where you had smacked him with the crowbar, noticing blood running down his temple.

“Oh, (Name),” He started, voice low, he was now inches away from your face, bending down slightly to accustom himself to your height, “You’re scared, aren’t you? Don’t be afraid of me, I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help you.”

“Help me? How the fuck is this helping me?” You whimpered, feeling defeated at how weak you sounded, he took the crook of index finger and wiped the tears coming down your cheek.

“Yes, help you, I did this all for a reason. You needed someone. All alone, in that small house, weak, pathetic, running from your issues, your past. You’re different, like me.” He smiled slightly down at you, “I was once weak like you, pathetic, not knowing my own power, but now… I know. I know who I am. I know what I’ve become. I’m going to use that to fix you. I just had to break you first.” He trailed his thumb over your chin, you were speechless, at a loss for words, anger and defeat taking over you at the same time. It felt like ridiculing the way he looked down at you, as if he was the savior and you were a sinner in need of saving. To him, you were.

“Fuck you. I don’t need your help.” You spat at him in the face, him taking his arm tucked behind his back and putting the chloroform rag over your nose, you began resisting again as he put his other arm around your neck, holding you in a chokehold while he intertwined his legs with yours amidst the struggle. Your vision began to falter, arms falling as you became lightheaded, slowly slipping out of his grip, him catching you by the back of your head and your back, easing your fall.

. He stroked your cheek lightly as he bent down with his knees tucked into his chest. This was okay, he thought, you’ll accept him eventually, and then, he would reshape you how he saw fit for himself.

You awoke to your head smashing around in complete darkness, jolting out of your sleep, wondering where you were. It was completely dark, however, you were being jolted around, as if…. You were in a trunk. You began thrashing your bound legs against the roof of the trunk, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing ruckus, maybe hopefully bringing some attention to the drivers in other cars. You felt the vehicle slow to a stop, possibly pulling over. You heard a door open, and shoes clacking against the ground, then you saw the light. The trunk opened to Peter, him looking down on you, grimacing slightly, “Why are you making all this noise?”

“You have me in a dark trunk you asshole,” You sneered at him, spitting at his feet. Again, with the spitting, he became angry and pulled you out of the trunk by your arms, dropping you, allowing your face to slam into the pavement, you groaned in pain.

He then crouched down to your level, pulling your hair up to look at him, “How many times do I have to tell you this, (Name)? We don’t have to do this the hard way.”

You felt pressure constricting your throat again, you began to cough, choking as you gasped for air. Looking up, you saw his hand constricting to a fist again, as he tightened his grip, the pressure would become harder.

“Peter..” You gasped, barely being able to speak syllables, “Please..Sorry..” you pleaded with the energy you had left.

Peter’s face bore a neutral expression, as if he was studying your reaction, but not that it was enough to satisfy him. He kept going.

You pleaded again, cut off by hearing the sound of a car coming up. Peter snatched you up by your arms, closed the trunk and quickly shuffled you to the passenger side of the car, shoving you into the passenger seat. Gasping for your air back, your eyes bugged out of your mind, you turned your attention to the back seat, where El was silently crying while her hand lay over her mouth to keep her sobs from squeaking out.

She took her hand away from her mouth, mouthed, “I’m sorry,” and turned her head away from the window where Peter couldn’t see her crying as he got into the driver’s seat.

He buckled you in your seatbelt, as your hands were bound, and buckled himself too, silently starting the car and pulling off into the road again.

You stared out the window as you took notice of nothing but rows of trees, your short Hawkins life far behind you.

#henry creel #peter ballard #henry creel x reader #peter ballard x you #001 x you #jamie campbell x reader #jamie bower #henry creel x you #001 stranger things #peter ballard x reader #vecna stranger things #vecna x you #bugs fics

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(A breaking heart)

One/Henry/Vecna

Summary: your life has flashed before your eyes for hundreds of years, but your hearts never been broken like this before.

A/N: y’all this one’s a long one

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“Oneeee~” I said as I opened the door to the rainbow room.

“Morning, nine,” He smiled at me.

Yes, I am number Nine. But the truth is that I am older than everyone here… even Papa. How? Well, I don’t really know how… but yeah, I’m immortal. At one point in time I stopped aging. I’d say I am currently around 600 and…something.

“Morning,” I smile back at him. I hear a soft murmur come from behind him. I tilt my head to see the shy face of eleven. Was he talking to her? He had never done so before.

Before I could say anything else, Papa walked in.

“Good Morning everyone!” He said, as I took my place like the rest of us, all in numerical order. “Today we’re going to play a fun game” Papa turned towards seventeen. “Seventeen, please open the door”

“Yes Papa” The little child walked to the door and opened it. We all walked through and then waited for Papa to lead the way. I always hated doing the games or really… any experiments. It was embarrassing for me since I haven’t “developed” any powers yet. The only reason I’m in here is because of the fact that I have some kind of immortal power.

“So how the game works is” Papa was explaining the rules as he drew two circles apart from each other on the ground with chalk. “Two of you will stand in each circle, blindfolded, you must then try to knock the other person out of their circle” once he was done drawing the other circle he stood up tall. “If you do, you win! The final winner will get to spend more time in the rainbow room” That prize immediately got all of us buzzing in anticipation. “Alright let’s start” Papa called three and seventeen up and I immediately felt sorry for the tiny little child.

“You got this” I whispered to seventeen, giving the small kid a reassuring smile. One came over and blindfolded the two of them.

“And go” Papa said. Immediately three blasted seventeen out of the circle and I winced as the little child hit the wall with a loud thud.

‘Was that really necessary…?’ I thought. After seventeen Papa called up the ‘golden boy’…Two. Personally I… hated him. He would always pick on little kids for some reason.

“And go!” Papa started the fight again. Three was doing alright for a second but then two blasted her out of there. After that, Two continued winning all the fights. Soon, Papa even called me up to compete.

“Do I really have to go?” I said as I entered the circle. I don’t have powers, so I don’t understand why I always have to get experimented on too.

“Yes you do” Papa shrugged, “Who knows… maybe this will unleash your potential?” I sighed quietly, shuddering as I remembered all the loud thuds into the wall.

One came over and blindfolded me. As he did so, he swiftly leaned down near my ear.

“Don’t worry. Just breathe.” he smiled, then just as quickly walked away. I took a deep breath at his words and got ready to be blown out of the circle.

“And— go” Papa said.

I held out my hand and tried. I really tried. And for the first time, I could feel a slight tingle in the tips of my fingers. I felt Two’s power on me but… I hadn’t budged yet. My eyes widened when I felt that I had pushed him … it was just a little, but I saw it. This shocked me…I actually moved him…!

But in this shock, I had let my guard down. Two had blown me out of the circle. I winced as I stood up, then took off the blindfold quickly and I went to sit down with the other numbers.

Some of them were giggling, but..

‘What just happened?’ Was all I could think about. Eleven was the last one to go up and all of two’s gang started to laugh. I rolled my eyes and concentrated on the young girl. These last couple of tests she really hadn’t been doing as great as I know she’d done before.

“And— go” Papa said for the last time. Both numbers quickly stuck out their hands and they didn’t budge. Eleven lifted a little but she quickly planted her feet again. My e/c eyes widened in shock. They almost bulged out of my head when Elven threw two back so hard that he shattered the glass mirror behind him. Everyone was silent.

“Very good” Papa actually seemed very pleased… he smiled. No one else dared to make a noise as they saw how quickly two ripped off his blind fold. After that everyone was sent to their rooms while Eleven went to go play.

“Nine” I heard someone say. I turned around quickly trying to see who came into my room. I smiled when I saw One. “You really unleashed some power” He always gave me the best smiles. I always feel encouraged and warm.

“Yeah.. I guess I did” I sat down on my bed and he joined me. We sat in silence for a little, hum looking towards the door, until he spoke to me again.

“I want you to know things are going to be… different, tomorrow.” He put a hand on top of my head, tilting it upwards so I was looking at him. “I want you to stay in your room no matter what you hear. I will excuse you from any experiments, alright?” I was a little confused but I had to admit I was happy. I nodded. “Good” He told me. He then kissed my cheek… I didn’t expect that. He paid no attention at my warm face and got up.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” I asked him before he left. He had a hand on the doorknob.

“We’ll see,” He didn’t even turn back to look at me, but I could hear his smile. He then just walked out. Sometimes I wondered why he even liked me.

The next day I stayed in my room all day as One had told me to do. No one checked on me. No one even seemed to care. I felt a pain in my chest… was a sad that no one would check on me? No… maybe I felt relieved. It didn’t matter.

I heard the clock in my room ticking.. endless ticking that rattled my brain, and then… screams.

I sprinted to my door, about to open it, but then I remembered what One had said.

‘I want you to stay in your room no matter what you hear’… his voice echoed in my head. I paused for a second. But then I heard another scream and I remembered Seventeen…Eleven… all the small children that are being hurt.

“I’m sorry, One.” I whispered as I opened the door. I didn’t even fully step out of the door before I screamed. There was blood splattered on the walls… the worst sight was all the mangled and bloody bodies of my fellow numbers. It was my worst nightmare.

‘What is happening..?’ I thought as I ran down the hall, hands and legs trembling, looking for any kind of life. I ran to the big doors of the rainbow room and pushed them open quickly despite their weight.Looking at the sight inside, I regretted ever leaving my room.

… bodies… all around the room, with their limbs broken, completely mangled… but worst of all…I saw One standing in front of Eleven. She was unharmed, yet stains of blood covered her hospital gown.

“One.. did.. did you do this?” I asked. I couldn’t help the tears that were flooding in my eyes, and the slight stutter in my voice. He looked at me… his bright eyes and smile were gone. He only seemed… disappointed.

“I told you to stay in your room,” And with that, I had my answer. He had done this. And his voice held no remorse. I don’t remember every year if my life. But the sight of him like this… knowing what he’s done… is worse than anything I’ve seen..

I started to cry.. sobbing, mixing up words in the awful sound that was my voice. I ran a hand through my h/c hair before tightly holding onto it.

“It doesn’t matter, Nine. All I need is Eleven… and you,” I let go of my hair and looked at the little girl who began to cry. “What do you say?”

“No…” Elevens little voice spoke up. One gave a disappointed sigh.

“I had hoped… you would say yes,” He titled his head as he looked at her on the ground. Then he took his hand up and lifted her off the ground.

“NO!” I yelled, the adrenaline finally hitting and coursing through my veins as I saw Eleven struggle in the sky. I got myself there as fast as I could. One just used his other hand to slam me against the door with his powers. The sound of me hitting those doors was worse than the experiments had been.

I started to cry again as I slid down the door, landing gently on the floor. My head felt wet… I knew I started bleeding.

“One…you’re breaking my.. my heart” I whispered, my broken voice coming back as I cried.

He didn’t care. He never did. I just sat there and watched as he twisted her arms. I was so useless. No powers, no strength… what was immortality for? It hasn’t helped me once.

Before I blacked out, I was lucky enough to see an image of Eleven get out of his hold. The last thing I remember is Eleven screaming and One… eroding away.

#henry creel #one #one stranger things #vecna #Peter Ballard #stranger things season 4 #fanfic #fanfiction #henry creel x reader #one x reader #vecna x reader #vecna x you #one x you #st4 #001

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lovewithasideoffries · 2 years

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peter getting taken care of after torture

peter ballard x nurse!reader

fluff

“Peter,” you gasp when he gets dragged into the nursery, body still twitching and fresh burns littering his weak body.

“I’ve got this, you focus on 002,” your coworker tells you, but her words go in one ear and out the other.

“No.” You hurry toward Peter and hoist him up onto one of the hospital beds and wheel him over to behind the curtain to give the two of you some privacy.

“Hi,” he whispers raspily, when you place a hand on his cheek.

“Peter,” you whisper caringly, “you promised me you would be careful.”

“I was careful, can’t you tell?” he jokes weakly.

“I’m gonna need to take your clothes off, Peter, can I do that?”

“Go for it, wouldn’t be the first time.”

He winces as you slowly peel the pristine white clothes from his sweaty body.

“Sorry,” you mutter, focused on not bothering his burns any more than you have to. You carefully drape some cold, wet strips of cloth over his burns and he hisses in pain.

“Here ya go,” you hand him a few pain relievers and wipe the hair from his face and he downs the pills.

“Thank you, Y/n,” he holds your hand in his and softly runs his thumb across your knuckles.

“For what, doing my job?” you tease.

“For being there for me,” he says, “For believing in me.”

“So for doing my job. Y’know, as your girlfriend.”

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deimalor · 2 years

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Henry/001/Vecna

#stranger things vecna #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanart #stranger things eleven #001 fanart #001 stranger things #001 #vecna/henry/one #eddie x vecna #vecna x you #stranger things #fanart #digital art

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rabbitsatanist · 2 years

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Jamie 🖤

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cocopowderrr · 2 years

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Dad……? HENRY/VECNA/001 FANFICTION

“ i've been trying go get to you, join me…..”

previous chapter <3

CHAPTER 6

We finally meet…

Everyone arrived at the Creel house which looked like nobody had paid it a visit in years. The murder happened almost 30 years ago, and since Victor is stuck in an asylum and his children and wife are dead, there’s no one left to take care of the house. Steve was creeped out the most by it.

“It looked wayyyy better when I saw it, I wonder why Vecna chose this house when he came in my dream.” Vivian spoke. Nancy and Steve took down the big piece of wood blocking the door and then Robin threw a big rock towards the glass of the door which helped them unlock the door from the inside. Vivian saw how abandoned it was, it was also quite scary. Max noticed the grandfather clock which she saw at the school the other night and Vivian was right about feeling suspicious when Vecna came to her in the form of Henry. Everyone split up in teams of two, except Vivian was with Steve and Dustin since she had no one to pair up with, she felt like an outsider for the first time even though she has known these people her entire life.

While Lucas and Max were together talking about how Kate Bush saved Max's life, Max saw a light blink and so did Lucas. They started following the sudden turning on of lights and concluded that Vecna was in this house, just on the other side. They all turned off their flash lights and scattered around alone to see if they could spot Vecna. Robin was the first one to, but immediately lost the trail, they eventually found it again and it lead them to the attic of the house which Dustin wasn’t on board with going there, what if it was a trap? Suddenly, all of their light bulbs turned on and exploded due to the sudden surge of a lot of energy. Vecna was in the upside down, and there was no way to get to him.

They all left the house and decided to tell Eddie that he was basically screwed because there was no way to get to Vecna since all the gates were closed, and he had no choice but to wrongfully surrender. As they arrived at Reefer's place, they saw people and police there. The Chief Police was reporting to the news and he finally gave Eddie's name away, now everyone knew that Eddie was the culprit. Dustin contacted him through his walkie talkie and he told them that he was at skull rock, which Steve knew the location about very well. They arrived there with Dustin and Steve having a fight. Dustin was leading them to skull rock through their compass, which was taking them to the opposite direction for some reason. After they arrived, they gave Eddie food and drinks and he explained that he was caught by Jason and his hunting team and was running away on his boat but one of Jason's friend Patrick was killed by Vecna the same way his other victims were. It all happened the same time the gang was at the Creel house. Eddie noticed Dustin doing something with his compass and asked if he didn’t get possessed or something. Dustin finally understood why his compass was acting weird, it was because, something else was pulling the compass towards it rather than the earth's magnetic pole. Due to previous knowledge that they had about the upside down, they found out that there was gate opened somewhere but a smaller one.

Everyone decided to go there but Steve wasn’t sure if they should go because Eddie was a wanted man, but Eddie agreed himself to come along and they all followed the compass. Nighttime came, and they all arrived back at the lovers' lake, where Patrick was gruesomely murdered. All the adults decided to go on the boat while the kids stayed behind. Vivian didn’t listen to anyone and also followed the adults and went with them while the kids stayed behind and kept an eye around. Until that time, cops had arrived, so the kids decided to distract them while Steve and the others did their work. They were taken back home for investigation. When they arrived at the center, the compass started spinning, meaning that the gate was right underneath them. Steve jumped in the water and after searching, found the gate, but the vines around it were alive, so they saw him and slowly started going after him. He came back up and told everyone that he found the gate. Suddenly, something pulled Steve back into the water and took him through the gate, where he was ambushed by bats. Nancy immediately followed after Steve and left Robin in charge who didn’t listen and went after them, Vivian also went because it was time that she uses her powers on something, and help. Eddie had no choice so he followed as well. They arrived in the upside down and helped Steve. The bats were going after the four adults but wouldn’t go anywhere near Vivian. She used her powers and scared the bats away, which left Eddie with his jaw on the floor.

“Anyone noticed how daddy's princess was the only one the bats didn’t go after?” Steve asked, he was awfully injured.

“Wait what?” Eddie asked. Vivian just sighed.

“Vecna is actually my dad with telekinetic powers and since he had them, I have them too.” Vivian shrugged. Eddie didn’t say a word and agreed, since he was in an alternate universe, anything is possible now. Vivian accidentally stood on the vines which caused a really bad earthquake. They all ran to skull rock where Nancy covered Steve's wound by ripping a part of her dress. Eddie gave him his jacket for modesty and all of them discussed about getting weapons. Nancy proposed that she had guns in her room which shocked Eddie because he didn’t expect Nancy Wheeler to have a gun, let alone two guns. They all walked to the Wheelers' residence which was covered in vines like everything else and went to her room except Steve, who kept hearing voices and stayed behind to check it out. Nancy took out her shoe box but didn’t see any guns, she was confused. She noticed the cards she made to study with Steve in her sophomore year and also noticed how her room had old wallpaper and old things she had already given away. She took out her diary and saw that the last entry written on it was November 6, 1983. The day Will went missing. They were back in the past. Everyone heard Steve screaming downstairs and rushed to see him call Dustin's name, everyone thought he was crazy but they also heard the voices. Nancy started looking around for sources of light to communicate with them since Will had done the same when he was here. They all saw a light glowing and touched it and felt warm. No one knew morse code, except Eddie, who just knew how to say SOS.

Meanwhile, Dustin, Lucas and Max were collared by the law, and Max was taken away to the other room for interrogation when none of the kids didn’t tell the police and their parents what they were doing at the murder sight. They were actually wanted by the whole town because Jason told everyone that they were a part of the Hellfire Club alongside Eddie, and had a hand in these murders. While Max was taken away for interrogation, Lucas and Dustin were forced and blackmailed into telling Lucas's little sister Erica Sinclair what was happening around Hawkins, and who was actually behind it. Erica raised a good question about how was the gate getting opened, and they finally hit the bullseye. Since Eleven opened the gates prior by making contact with the demogorgon, Vecna was doing the same with his victims, he was making a strong psychic connection with the people he was killing, and then ripping a whole in the fabric of time and space.

As they were discussing everything, Erica noticed how the lights in front of her were fluctuating. Since she was told Vecna communicates through lights, she told everyone that he was here, but it was actually Eddie saying SOS. They rushed upstairs into Nancy's room after stealing Holly's lite brite, and started communicating with them. After test and run, and a lot of explaining and screaming. Dustin told them that there were gates at every murder sight. They made a plan to meet at Eddie's trailer where Chrissy was killed and started initiating their plans. Robin, Nancy, Steve, Vivian and Eddie took bikes and set their course to Eddie's trailer. Since there were only 4 bikes, Vivian was sitting behind Eddie for the ride. Until then, Max was set free from the interrogation, and didn’t say a word to the police. Dustin quietly called her upstairs and they ran away from the window while blowing up the tire of the Hawkins Police car. They ran away on bikes with their parents screaming at them to come back.

In the upside down, as the gang was traveling, one of the bats sitting on a street light saw them and alerted Vecna. Everyone saw hundreds of bats flying around the Creel House. Nancy had a thought in mind which she didn’t want to be turned out true. If the bats knew who Vivian was and didn’t attack her, would that mean Vecna knows they’re here? Eventually, they arrived at Eddie's trailer and saw a portal on the ceiling, right where Chrissy died. They saw something moving on the other side, and it was just Dustin and the gang ripping the gate open so the people on the other side could come through.

“Hiiii, Vivian!!!” Dustin waved from the other side. Vivian smiled and waved back. The kids went and got Eddie's mattress which had disgusting stains on them that Eddie didn’t know about apparently. They tied bedsheets together and made a rope and threw it through the portal so it makes a rope for Steve and the others to climb. Robin and Eddie go through while Vivian, Steve and Nancy were about to. Vivian said she'll come in last as she was keeping an eye out for trouble. Since she had powers, she can actually fight the threat that comes her way. As Nancy was was about to fall on the mattress, she thought she was going to reach the real world, but Vecna interrupted her, and took her in his trance. Nancy fell into the pool where she saw her best friend Barbara Holland's dead body.

“Nancy….” Vecna spoke. She saw that blood started filling the tub, she didn’t know what to do.

Do you remember what you did, Nancy? Or have you already forgotten? When I kill someone... I never forget. Vecna did what he does best, manipulated his victims and guilt trap them. As the blood was filling up the pool, Nancy climbed up only to be on the edge of a staircase. She was somewhere else, the same place where Max was, Vecna's mind layer. She walked downstairs while looking around, scared and unsure what to do.

“I see you've been looking for me, Nancy. You were so close. So close to the truth. How was old, blind, dumb Victor? Did he miss me? I've been meaning to check back in, but I've been busy.” Nancy saw Fred's horrifying dead body covered in vines, like it was in a cocoon.

She saw the Creel house's door which was leading to her somewhere. She went inside and the truth started unfolding in front of her. Victor Creel and his family moved into their new home, excited for a fresh start. Their daughter Alice Creel said it was just like from a fairytale, just as how Victor told her in the asylum. While everyone was happy, she saw the younger son Henry who seemed unfazed and didn’t care. She saw him go to the bathroom where he found a nest of black widow spiders and got fascinated by them. All day and all night he would stay up in the attic, drawing and worshipping the little creatures. That’s when he realized that he possessed some kind of power, a power normal humans didn’t have. He didn’t like the human world, and all the rules that were put up to be followed, he didn’t like the concept of time, he wanted to make his own rules. He hated humanity and wanted to get rid of them. With his new power. he started going in the heads of his family members and saw the terrible things they had done. He used those things against them, and tormented them because he thought they deserved it. Somehow, Henry's mother found out and had planned to send him away to Dr. Martin Brenner, the man he hoped to escape. So one night, at the dinner table, he started messing with the lights which distracted his father and killed his mother by raising her up in the air, and snapping her bones and gouging her eyes. Victor took his kids and decided to run away from the house but was put in a trance of his nightmares by Henry while he killed his sister. Since he didn’t know his potential, he ended up in a coma and his father was accused of the murders like how he intended.

After getting kidnapped by Brenner, Henry became 001, the very first test subject at Hawkins Lab. Brenner wanted to study him, but couldn’t control him, so he recreated him by using his DNA and putting it in other children. He was given a fake identity and forced to work as an orderly in the lab. He couldn’t use his powers because Brenner had implanted a device inside of him called Soteria, which weakened him. Around the years he worked, he came across a nurse by the name of Vanessa, she was a sweet nurse who was supposed to help around if someone got hurt. Henry saw how vulnerable and gullible he was and charmed her with the sweet personality he had built, she fell in love with him and ended up getting pregnant which lead her supposed lover to leave her. She had no choice but to leave the lab and gave birth to a baby girl known as Vivian. For the first time, Henry felt weird, he wanted to be there for the child, but couldn’t because he was chained within the walls of the lab. So to escape, he manipulated an 8 year old eleven and killed every single person in the lab except her and Brenner. Since Eleven didn’t take his offer to join him, he was about to kill her, but Eleven resisted and sent him to the upside down where he was heavily injured by the lightning. The years he was there, he explored around and came across dark particles which he shaped into the mind flayer. By doing that, he transcended his human form and became Vecna. All that time, he used his powers to spy on Vanessa, and saw his little daughter getting abused, bullied and neglected. He made sure one day that he'll get to her, and when Eleven accidentally opened the gate, everything bad started happening.

Meanwhile, everyone was freaking out, and didn’t know what to do. Eddie didn’t have the appropriate music which Nancy listened to, but she was never intended to get killed. Vivian tried going into her mind but couldn’t focus due to all the commotion. Meanwhile, Nancy was back in the lab where she saw Brenner giving Henry his tattoo, but it was actually Vecna. She ran around the lab and came to a dead end. She took down the planks of woods that were keeping the door shut while Vecna approached her from behind, but ended up back in the same room. The light turned off and turned back on when Nancy was tied to the seat. Vecna slowly approached her and showed her what he was going to do with Hawkins and then let her go. She woke up and almost fell to the ground but Steve caught her. Vivian was relieved that Nancy was fine but she was far from fine, she was scarred. Steve and Nancy went through the portal and when it was finally Vivian's turn, Vecna's vine came and wrapped around her, and pulled her away from the bedsheet rope.

“G-guys…..” Vivian gulped.

“VIVIAN, USE YOUR POWERS, HURRY!!” Dustin screamed on top of his lungs. As Vivian was about to use her powers and possibly get free, two more vines came and tied her hands behind her so she couldn’t use her powers. Vivian started screaming and tried to move around in order to escape, but the vines started moving and took her away. She was screaming in the air, until she was thrown at the Creel House. She closed her eyes, and braced for what was to come. She crashed inside the house and injured her head and broke her bones. She screamed in pain. Her head was bleeding out, and she was unable to move. She opened her eyes, and saw feet approaching her, they weren’t normal feet, she knew who they belonged to. She started to lose her vision, and as the footsteps kept getting close, she couldn’t keep her eyes open, and fainted. Vecna fixed the hole which she came from and slowly picked her up from his mind. The floor was covered in her blood and half of her face as well. She could die if she wasn’t given immediate medical assistance. Vecna tied her up with his vines against the wall and covered her face with his big clawed hand.

“We finally meet in person, sweet Vivian…”

TO BE CONTINUED

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 1 year

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Could you do a possessive Vecna x y/n fic? With a female or enby y/n

Of course Anon!!!

Back to you

Warnings: angst/ fluff

Y/n was in the woods that was next to the high school

She was hearing clock nosies

It was like this since she’s escaped the lab

She never saw who was behind it, but she hoped one day to figure it out

She had hope that it was her lover Henry Creel, but she knew he died

She knew that was impossible and that she was just in complete denial of his death happening

Y/n wasn’t there for the advents that happened between him and El

She had escaped before then

These were only rumors

Rumors from those who had gotten out of the lab after the event

The rumors that still spread around to this day

~Y/n stops walking once the setting had changed to the lab

Fear started to take over her

“Please not again… I don’t want to be here papa” she begs almost immediately after the setting had changed

She crashes down onto the cold tiles and had covered herself up in fear of what might come next

“Please…” she whispered out to no one

Soon a veiny figure came up towards her

She didn’t look up

“Papa please” she begged again and looks up this time to be met with what people call Vecna

Tears continued to leave her eyes

“Please spare me… I’ve got nothing for you…” she cried out

Vecna stood there in silence not wanting to freak her out anymore

“Y/n” he starts, but in his human voice instead

“Henry…? No! This has to be some sick prank, right?!” He turns into his human form

Her mouth was open and not willing to close again

He turns back into Vecna

“I would never hurt you. But you hurt me” Vecna starts which makes her confused

“What could I have possibly done to hurt you?!” She asked him as he reaches his hand out to help her up

“Your dating Eddie Munson now” he says as she grabs a hold of his hand

He helps her up

She stood closer to him, really taking in the way he looks

“You kissed him…” he continues making her feel guilty

“I thought you were gone… I’m sorry… I really am…” she says with tears leaving her eyes still

“Then break up with him. Join me in this wonderful world” he says as an upside down version of the Creel house appears

She turns around, but he makes her look at him again

She was confused and god so was her heart

“Promise me you won’t hurt him or his friends then” she says

“I promise” he says and then she nods her head

“Then I’ll do it” she says and he smirks

“Good girl” he says and places his hand on her face

“I knew you would pick the correct option…” he says as he caressed her cheek

She should run

She should’ve said no

But of course she knew she couldn’t leave him in the upside down by himself

“If he cries or begs for you, simply walk away” (I’m so sorry Eddie) he says and she nods her head

Soon Y/n was back in the woods

Eddie was there wondering why her eyes were rolled back

“Are you okay?!” He asked her as he hugged her

“Yeah I’m fine…” she starts and immediately he knew something was wrong

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?” Eddie asked and her eyes wondered off of to the grass

“We have to break up” she says with tears leaving her eyes

“Wait why? Did I do something wrong?” Eddie asked which makes her unsure how to explain that her ‘ex’ is actually alive and is in this upside down world of their world

“You’ve done nothing wrong… it’s just I realized that I’m still not over my past lover….” She explains and Eddie sighs

“That’s understandable. Y/n I wish you all the best in your life…” Eddie started which made her heart beat faster

“We can still be friends of course!” She says which makes him smile a little bit

“Okay friend” that hurt her soul, but at least she was back with her past lover now

She started to hear the grandfather clock again

“Until next time Eddie. I gotta go” she says and he nods his head

“Farewell” he responds as she walks off

The noise of the clock got louder

“Henry do you got to keep doing this to me each time?” She asked as he appeared behind her now

She turns around and her heart nearly stops

“That’s so not funny! Please don’t sneak up on me again” she says as a chuckle left him

“Sorry” he says after he stops chuckling

“It’s fine” she says and then looks around

“Is this how you plan on meeting up each time? Vecna smiles since he knew how to keep her their without hurting her

“Well I figured you could stay here with me” he says which makes her shocked

“I mean if it’s okay with you of course. I mean I don’t mind doing this each time to see you” he explains and she had to think about it

“I think doing this is fine since I still want to be able to hangout with my friends” she says and he nods his head

“I’m just glad I can see you again” she says

“Me too” he responds with a smile

#vecna x y/n #vecna x you #vecna x reader #an anon #a request #st vecna #jaime campbell bower

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Oh I would have combusted 🔥 ❤️‍🔥

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vecna-is-here · 2 years

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A pop of colour - part V

Pairing: Peter Ballard x F! Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mention of painkillers (is this a warning? idk)

@heart4peter

Read the previous parts here:

March 2nd, 1984

You took a strip of painkillers and wrote a little note saying how that he should take one every four hours, preferably after eating something. That way he wouldn’t come to you for help. You put it on the floor outside his room and headed outside. The chilly weather would certainly calm you, and that is what you needed. Some peace after making a fool of yourself.

You took a long walk in the woods and after two hours you went back to the laboratory. Your hands and feet were freezing from spending too much time outside but you had been too stubborn to go back.

When you slipped into your hallway you saw Peter sitting on the floor, right next to your door. You stopped dead in your track and turned around, hoping that he’d leave soon. The rainbow room would be the perfect spot to hide, the children weren’t there - not for hours. You sat down on the ground and grabbed a book from the shelf. It was ‘The Hobbit’, a book that you had loved since you were little. A few chapters in you decided to go to your room, your shoes were still wet and you wanted to warm yourself. He wouldn’t be out there, not anymore. He had something to soothe his pain so you could just get out of his way without feeling guilty about it.

You returned to your room and saw him still sitting there. It was like he hadn’t moved at all in the last forty minutes. You wanted to leave again but you decided to stay - you would have to speak to him sooner or later.

He heard your approaching footsteps and keenly looked up. He seemed sad, you could see it through the sparkle in his eyes.

‘Hi.’ you said and grabbed your key.

‘Hey… can we talk?’ he asked expectingly.

‘Did you find the painkillers?’ you asked, ignoring his question.

‘Yes, I did. Thanks. Can we please talk, just a minute?’ he had gotten up and put his hand on yours.

‘Uhm…’ you muttered as you unlocked the door. ‘I don’t see why, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It won’t happen again.’

‘Can I come in?’ - he seemed desperate.

‘Okay, sure.’

Once inside you gestured for him to take a seat.

‘Coffee?’ you asked.

‘Ooh, yes - if you don’t mind.’

You poured him a cup and asked: ‘How’s your cheek? Does it hurt?’. You weren’t mad at him exactly, just upset. He hadn’t been unkind or mean in any way, so you swallowed your pride. He was hurt and just because you were feeling down didn’t mean that he didn’t deserve kindness.

‘It burns a little, but it’s not that bad.’

‘I’m happy.’ you smiled and handed him one of the cups you had just filled. You sat down on your bed next to him and let out a little sigh of relief. You were already glad that you hadn’t scared him off.

‘Y/N, I’m sorry for earlier,’ he said after taking a sip of black coffee.

‘You don’t have to be sorry.’ you said. ‘It’s okay.’

‘I was confused, I wasn’t thinking’

You smiled weakly at him, he looked so perfectly handsome. Even after refusing you.

‘You’re the one person that really seems to care for me and I didn’t want to make you cry.’

‘Oh, Peter. It’s fine, really.’ - why did he keep explaining himself?

‘No, you don’t understand. I love you…’ the last words were nearly a whisper.

You almost choked on your drink and looked at him with big eyes: ‘What?’

‘I really like you, Y/N. I knew you were special from the moment I saw you but I was too frightened to tell you.’

‘These last months… I always felt so dizzy and confused when I was around you, and I still do. You must have thought I’m terribly awkward…’

Peter chuckled and the sight warmed your soul. He leaned closer to you until his forehead was resting against yours. He doubted for a moment, then kissed you gently.

He wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You could stay like this forever: just Peter and you, melting in each other’s arms

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moonpiett · 2 years

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The love u give henry x reader oneshot synopsis and sneak peek

genre: fluff, comfort (mabey)

warnings: my spellings might be off, along with my punctuation.

As you two plan you escape from the lab, things dont go go smoothly because you start having second thoughts.

“im sorry, its just that i-, ive been having second thoughts about leaving” you say as you look down afraid to even meet his gaze.

“what do you mean? Were so close to finaly being free, finaly having a life of our own, and where i get to be with you for the rest of my life with out ‘papa’ being here” he said as he desperately tried to get a hold of your gaze.

you look down still thinking about your choices. As you look up your eyes meet his. His shining, blue eyes, they have u hooked. For you looking into them is the only sence of relief u have in this miserable world.

end of trailer. I really hope you liked it if this gets recived well ill be writeing a whole fic of about 2k words mabey. And i have plans to add a romantic sceen with them getting some along time.

#henry creel x reader #henry x reader #henry x you #001 fluff #001 x reader #001 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #peter x reader #vecna #vecna x you #vacna x y/n #vecna x reader #vecna fluff #jamie #jamie campbell x reader #fluf

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buggyzwrld · 2 years

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m.o.m.l (highschool au! henry creel/reader) chapter 5

*quick a/n: thank you all so much for the support omfg! like my heart is so happy especially when you all tell me the aspects and stuff you want to see like aaaa.

also i changed a few things about the living situation for henry & el. instead of them living with just hopper, i decided to have a byers-hopper household (pictured above, what i imagine their house too look like, ignore the toyota car lol) so will, jonathan, el, and henry, are all siblings.

will and henry share a room, el has her own cause she's a girlboss (duh), and jonathan has his for.... reasons.

i hope you all enjoy this chapter, i hit many blocks writing it, and i twisted henry's backstory some for this au. tell me what you think of it so far. italicized words indicate flashbacks.

previous chapters here.

chapter 5: best to you

chapter namesake: best to you by blood orange.

Your call never came.

Several hours passed when Henry got home from school. He immediately slung his backpack onto his bed, not even changing out of the clothes he wore, he didn’t even draw in his sketchbook or continue working on the art project he and Will had together for class.

He simply waited, waited, and waited by the phone in the kitchen. The times it did ring Henry would rush to the phone like it was his lifeline, only for it to be a call for Joyce, of course.

Now it was dinnertime, everyone was gathered around the table, Henry was simply by the phone, and Joyce began to become concerned as she laid the bowls out for everyone to grab the portions out of.

“Hen, are you gonna come join us for dinner?” She peeked her head around the corner of the parlor, seeing Henry’s lanky body slouched against the wall by the phone.

No answer came, she called again, “Hen?”

Henry turned around with a frustrated look on his face, but tried to convey his speech to not seem the emotion was aimed at her, “In a minute..”

Joyce took notice of the stressed emotion on his face, coming closer, “What’s wrong, Hen? Did something happen at school?” However, before Joyce could utter out “school,” Henry stomped off upstairs, embarrassed at the loudness of her tone, now everybody else could hear something was wrong with him. Joyce walked back around to the table, sighing in defeat, as everyone stared at her with questionable looks.

“What’s wrong with Henry?” Will asked, looking at his mother with concern as he poked at his food with his fork. Eleven, too, giving a bothered look at Joyce and the expression on her face. She knew her brother to be a peculiar one, however many things didn’t bother him as much as they have lately.

“I don’t know,” Joyce began, stammering a little, “I mean, I’ve tried everything. He’s been by that phone all day, like he’s glued to it, I couldn’t even get him to help me with the chores like usual-”

Hopper intervened, knowing she was about to go off on one of her small tangents, “He’s a teenage boy, Joyce, you have two, you know how complicated they can be.”

“I know, Hop. But Henry…” She trailed off, looking at Eleven, hoping the incoming statement wouldn’t offend her, “Henry’s… not a normal teenage boy..” Eleven simply stared at her, arms crossed, she knew there was some truth in that matter.

Will sighed, fed up with his mind wondering about what was wrong with Henry, and got up from his seat and went upstairs.

“Will!” Joyce cried. Eleven sat picking at the peas on her plate with her fork, and soon she got up, following Will upstairs to his room. She, too, felt the overwhelming urge that something was up.

“Guys! Wha…” Joyce just flung her arms up, looked at Hopper and Jonathan, who both just simply shrugged as they continued eating.

“Let them handle it, sit down and eat.” Hopper pointed to her seat with a fork, and she sat down, a heavy head in her hands. “If anyone knows how to handle it, it’s those two right there.”

In between those moments, Henry laid flat on the bed, his face into the pillow, clutching the blankets rather tightly. He’d never felt like this before, it was so frustrating to him. He couldn’t wrap his head around the concept of why he’d care so much about your issues, sure, your mom missing was a big deal… and the flashing lights, well…

Maybe it was a big deal in the physical sense, seeing as what all him and his sister’s gang had to go through in the past few years. However, the concept he couldn’t wrap his head around was different from this. He couldn’t understand why he cared for your emotions so much, there was a time he could rarely remember caring slightly for anyone’s emotions other than Eleven’s. He was indifferent to others, even thinking he wasn’t capable of the action of “caring.” Living amongst other people morally diverse from him must have caused this, he’d been living on and off with several different people since the past 4 years him and his “sister” had escaped the lab.

He’d seen and experienced different things, people, ideas. Things One in the lab could only think about outside those sterile walls. Something he didn’t think had existed. He was experiencing humanity in its rawest form. Not amongst white sterile walls, hospital gowns, and authoritarian figures that dictated his whole life. Now, here he was, experiencing an emotion he’d never felt rise in his chest before, and with it came hurt. Yes, he was hurt. Hurt that you didn’t contact him, he could say he even felt betrayed. It felt funny, his whole body felt funny with emotion.

“If they actually cared about our conversation.. They would call..” He grumbled into his pillow, “Stop worrying about it….”

Before he could finish his come together talk, his door burst wide open, Will coming through first, then Eleven, looking at him with a distressed look. Henry popped his face from the pillow, turning head with the expression of a madman. (Who bursts through doors like that? They knew slamming doors was a pet peeve of his.)

“Henry.” Eleven stated with slight emotion in her voice, “What is wrong?”

Henry sat up from his dormant position, and criss-crossed his legs together on the bed, “What are you talking about?” He was going to play innocent today.

Unfortunately for him, Will and El were more emotionally capable than he was. They stared at each other, knowing he was lying, then back at him. Will went to his side of the room and sat on the bed, looking at Henry with his hazel eyes, sensitivity pouring through them, “Look, you’ve been having Mom worried all day standing by that phone. We know something is up.”

Will looked over at Eleven, hoping she would back up his claim. Noticing this, she nodded, folding her arms and leaning against the door, “You don’t usually do that, Henry.”

Henry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, keeping up his act, “So… I can’t stand by the phone?”

Will sighed, putting a hand on his face to squeeze his nose bridge in small frustration, “Not all day, no!” Henry looked away ashamedly, was he really by the phone all day?

When he came to think about it, he was. He didn’t even say hello to Joyce when he came in, or tell her about his day at school, which were usually small responses, but to her it still mattered. He didn’t help her with dishes, laundry, or starting dinner like he usually did. He didn’t even ask Will if he wanted to continue on their art project. He simply was back and forth, upstairs and downstairs, pacing back and forth, awaiting on your call like a family waiting on a doctor to give them news in an emergency room. This realization embarrassed him. You made him act out of his character, he couldn’t have that.

His silence caused his siblings to ponder if he caught the memo, and wonder if he would spill his guts to them. Will and Eleven looked at each other with a small hope, maybe they did it, maybe they finally broke him to express an emotion other than his usually neutral one.

But, this was the almighty Henry, the master manipulator, couldn’t they remember?

“I don’t understand why both of you are so concerned.” Now they were back to square one, Will, however, was fed up with his act.

“Look, Henry,” Will fidgeted around with his hands a little, but his tone was serious, “You’re not in a lab anymore, okay? Your old life is gone. You don’t have to put on a front for your sanity anymore. You can feel emotions. In fact, it’s okay to feel them. You can talk to people, okay? It’s okay to admit and feel things, I was once apprehensive too, towards others. El was too, you both know this. But, it’s time to open up, you can’t keep people outside of you like that forever.It’s not healthy.”

Henry’s mouth fell open slightly at Will’s speech. Never has anyone told him before that it was “okay” to feel the way he felt. Part of him felt guilty, he knew Will was right. El and him had been gone from that godforsaken lab for four years, and Henry was still like a cocoon, barely even close to blossoming, like his sister. El had friends, hell, even a boyfriend, people who actively conveyed love and cared about her. Henry could say, maybe her friends cared about him too, but he never made an effort to really know them like she did. El had learned, despite it all, to accept her humanity, she cared for others, and others cared for her back. Even when mistreated, Eleven had such a grace about her to understand others. Something Henry oddly lacked inside himself, if he could admit truthfully, he was jealous of her ability to practice such empathy to others. He still felt the pain he endured from the lab, and this closed him off from the desire to understand others. He hated it. He was still that hurt little One, in that lab years ago, abused and drained by Brenner, taunted by the other children, lashing out his inner pain, because he felt the world didn’t understand him, but he didn’t understand the world, either.

He stared down at the floor, he wanted to deny everything Will said but he couldn’t. He knew the front he put up to make himself feel deserving and mighty over others, but in truth, on the inside, he was still hurt from the things he endured. He was still that weak, pathetic Henry Creel he once knew, and he hated it.

It made him think back to you. He was quite angry at you for allowing this moment of humanity to dawn upon him. His humanity began to reveal itself at the surface when he was around you. The day you told him what had scared you behind the pizza parlor, he held his hand over yours, attentively listening to you, although this was a manipulative ploy to get information out of you, at first. Then, it became much more serious. A realization hit him, realizing how similar you both were, emotionally, at least. You cried in his arms, but around school, you were mean to him, to say the least. He remembers trying to go through your memories the day you confessed to him about the dead animal you found, with what time he had, he saw what lay behind your facade everyday. Henry felt a little guilty for going through such personal memories, because he knew there were so, so many deep, dark secrets of his you hadn’t even scratched the surface of yet.

Will stared tiredly at the deep-thinking Henry, looking towards Eleven, who took it as a sign to beckon him to talk. She sat beside her brother, looked at his side profile, and added, “It is okay, Henry. No one is going to hurt you for telling you how you truly feel.”

Henry looked up at his sister, who wore a small smile, but it wasn’t enough to get him out of the woods, he now felt he had to think through his thoughts before speaking them.

“Just give me some time, please.” With that, Will and Eleven simply nodded, and walked out of the room, knowing Joyce was probably upset that they hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

Will whispered with a low voice, “Do you think my speech worked? He sat there in silence for a while…”

Eleven sighed, looking through the small crack in the door, “He’ll tell us, eventually. Just give him some time. Henry…” She didn’t want to say that he was “different,” it sounded negatively-connotated, but she knew he was ‘unique’ from all the other children in that lab, even her.

“Just don’t push him too hard, okay?” She looked Will directly in the eyes, she knew the consequences of his unchecked emotions. She knew the side of her brother that he had spent the last four years, lying, hiding, and struggling with.

She broke out in a slight cold sweat remembering that day.

“Will, El, Hen!” Joyce yelled from downstairs, “I’m about to put this food up! If you’re not eating, at least help me clean up!”

“Coming!” Will scoffed, stomping downstairs.

Eleven stared at the door to Henry’s room for a few seconds, an uneasiness building in her stomach.

That night, while Will laid peacefully asleep in his bed, Henry was still up, his mind running thousands of miles, retracing the same thoughts over and over again. Along with the thoughts, came memories of farther times. Times he thought were long behind him, times he thought his identity didn’t depend on anymore.

Henry remembered the day his parents gave him away. He remembers the sound of his mother’s voice on the phone with the man he would soon learn to hate, Brenner. He noted the trembling of her voice, signaling how scared she was of her own son. The way she would look back at Henry out of the corner of her eye, seeing him simply analyze the glass jar in his hands that held a black widow spider. It disgusted her. Everything about her son disgusted her, she couldn’t figure out where her and Victor went wrong.

He had known it was the final straw. After he broke his sister’s arm while they were playing, after she had called him a name, he knew that was a final for them. They had already gotten plenty of calls of Henry hurting children at school. However, he was only simply defending himself from the teasing, the means he went about doing so, though, scared the teachers. He would lift objects in the air and throw them at children, push them back with the simple force of his mind. Henry could not understand why his parents were so angry, he was simply doing what normal human beings would do when provoked. But, he realized shortly after they dropped him off at that lab, that he was not a normal human being. The ride from Indianapolis to Hawkins was one that felt like a forever and a day, not knowing what awaited him on the other side of the paved interstate roads. He would find out later, he would regret ever stepping in that car, he would regret ever trusting his parents. When they entered the building, he was greeted by the evergreat Dr. Brenner, one he had only heard by name. There was no tour of the building, no exchanging of words if he would be “okay” by his parents, they simply dropped him off, and left.

They never came back.

Henry clutched the pillow that he held in his arms tightly as he remembered the memory. A bitter feeling rose up in his throat, preventing him from swallowing. He tried to push the memory back from where it came from, but his mind was too far gone in the abyss to let its canvas clear. Frustrated, he got up, heading downstairs to fetch a glass of water to hopefully blow the steam off, when he noticed Joyce sitting at the kitchen table writing in her notebook, he always presumed it to be a journal.

Joyce heard the scuffling of feet from the other side of the kitchen, lifting her head when she saw the tall shadowy figure of the blonde boy, “Hen…”

Henry looked over at her as he was filling his glass of water from the sink, he then went over to the table and sat down across from her.

“You look like you can’t sleep.” She smiled warmly, “Something keeping you up?”

Henry looked off to the side, not trying to make eye contact with the sweet woman’s eyes, Joyce was good at prying things from him. Eleven and Joyce were the only two who could really do so.

“I’m just thinking about… life…” He mused vaguely, not sure if he wanted to tell her about your failure to call, or his past memories.

“And that life is?” Joyce looked at him questionably, her head cocked to the side as she tried to look in his eyes.

“My past life.” Joyce’s stomach dropped, a feeling of solemness washing over her. She knew of the envadors Eleven had endured in the lab, and she barely hinted at Henry’s experiences. Joyce knew, though, that it was rather tragic. What she didn’t know is that Eleven spared her the digestible parts.

Henry remembers how he had warmed up to Joyce faster than the others, she almost could get to his squishy interior faster than anyone else.

He remembered the day he first laid eyes on the small woman. Hopper told him he was taking him over to be in the care of someone else, as Henry and El could not get along or live together. Hopper was tired of supernatural telekinetic battles, at least from El, and tired of treating Henry after he would get the living shit beat out of him. Henry had lost his powers, shortly after escaping the lab, for reasons he would not tell. Reasons only him and Eleven knew. It put a dent in Henry’s pride, he was weak, just like the old him all those years ago.

“I don’t know what you did to that kid,” Hopper started as he looked over at Henry, who was gazing outside the passenger window, “But she hates your damn guts, man.”

Henry offered no response, the ride awkwardly reminding him of when his mother and father took him to Hawkins Lab. Was Hopper going to leave him too?

It wouldn’t be a surprise, he thought..

“We’re here.” Hopper gruffly stated, opening the door, Henry doing the same, putting his hands over his eyes to shield his eyes from the bright sun. They walked to the porch of the small house, Joyce coming to the door as she heard a car pulling up.

Joyce's eyes lightened up as she saw the young Henry, he oddly reminded her much of her son, “Will,” who he later learned had gone missing.

“Henry, Ms. Joyce,” Hopper introduced him, “Ms. Joyce, Henry.”

“Hi, Henry,” Joyce smiled, she looked up at him slightly, Henry was quite tall for his age, “I heard you had been making some trouble.”

“You’re damn right, both of them really,” Hopper took Henry by his shoulders and shook him slightly, “Listen, son, do not make trouble here alright? Joyce already has enough on her hands. Since you and your….. Sister cannot get along, you will stay here for a while, okay?”

He simply nodded, he could care less, there was not much trouble he could make, he didn’t have his powers. (Plus, he was 13 years old, he could not understand why they were talking to him like that.)

Soon, Henry became accustomed to Joyce’s…. Rather odd living conditions. She had Christmas lights up in her living room, with the alphabet letters sprawled across each individual one. Soon, they were all over the house, flickering on and off, here and there. He couldn’t complain, though, Joyce took care of him like he was one of her own natural-born children. She would talk to him a lot about Will, specifically breaking down crying one day when she saw Henry drawing with crayons, something Will would do a lot, apparently. He was awkward to her breakdowns, her care, she would brush his hair after his shower, he was not used to this kind of nurture. Not from a womanly figure, anyway. His mother consistently rejected him, but Joyce offered something more open, accepting. Sometimes, she would feed him with her own hand. He was allowed to go to Hopper’s cabin once or twice a week to see Eleven, usually when Joyce was at work, and the other boy “Jonathan,” was at school. It didn’t matter, Henry might as well have been invisible, she never talked to him, or even acknowledged his existence. He would go home in a rather sour mood after that, Joyce asking him how things with El were going. He would meekly respond with a shrug.

Henry frequently studied the lights flashing, as it eerily reminded him of the experiences he had braced in the lab. Joyce’s frequent emotional outbursts when the lights would go off startled him at first. She would talk about Eleven, and how she was going to help her find her son, it hurt Henry slightly, he wanted to help too, even if he didn’t have his powers. He gravely realized just what the lights led to, back in the lab, as he remembered Brenner forcing him to try and open holes in the wall. He slightly succeeded one day, remembering the slimy crack, the slight guttral noise the hole made, liquid squelching from the wall.

Brenner proposed it as something “great, new, unseen,” and how Henry was going to help bring this about, as much as he protested. He was the strongest, he had to, Brenner’s life depended on it. Everything depended on him.

A thought then came to his head, he didn’t have to help her through his long gone supernatural powers, but there was another way he could help Ms. Joyce.

“Hen, have you heard of this saying?” He looked at her in question, as if she was about to tell him a riddle, “‘Our past does not define us.’”

Henry’s heard it before, specifically from the mouth of old Brenner, but with Joyce’s it felt she genuinely meant what she said. Not hogwash motivational talk for the benefit of a man’s ego.

“You are not your past, Hen,” Joyce took his big hand in her small one, “I know there’s a lot I don’t know about you, even after all these years, but, I do know one thing. You have the power to move on, because you deserve to live life just like Eleven is. You can do it, Henry, I believe in you.”

He smiled slightly, wishing he could believe her, wishing he could believe in himself.

The next morning you awoke with a huge migraine persisting in your head. The night of crying yourself to sleep in your pillow is the culprit of it.

“Ugh… fuck..” You sputtered, looking over to yourself in the vanity. All you recognized was a shell of your former self, you put your hands on your face, still feeling to see if you were real.

Yep, you were still real, and this was all happening.

Looking over at your clock, you sighed deeply, remembering, amongst all life-changing tragedies, you still had school. There was too much on your plate, and Powell had told you that you needed to call the nearest relative to come stay with you, as you were still unable to live on your own. He wasn’t wrong, you didn’t have a job, and your mother’s pizza parlor had been closed for a day now. Last night, you had called your Auntie to come stay with you, explaining the situation, her immediately bursting out into tears and sobbing, “I’ll be there soon, honeybun!”

You couldn’t blame her outburst, it still all felt unreal to you, and you were still wracked with grief. Though, another thought filled your head, and brought about a different feeling.

Your mother had been missing for 24 hours, you knew it was due to go public soon. Dread filled your stomach, you knew all the looks, stares you would get from those in school. People offering fake sympathy,pretending they care. People asking questions, people teetering and tottering in and out of your business… it just made your…. Migraine worse. You just shook your head, trying to prepare yourself for school, even though you didn’t feel like it.

Throwing on a rather plain shirt and jeans, you went into the bathroom to finish what was left of your routine, only halfly practicing it. There was no hairspray, expressive hairstyles, or even a bit of touch-ups you’d like to throw on. You were just…. Tired, defeated, you felt pathetic. Not only had you confided in Chrissy yesterday after you swore not to get her involved in your whole business, you cried in Henry’s arms. Cried. Ugly tears.

A look of realization crossed your face.

“Henry…” You looked in the mirror with wide eyes as you were brushing your teeth, running out of the bathroom into your room, digging at your backpack to find the crumbled up note he had put in your locker yesterday.

“Fuck!” You forgot to call him last night, you had too much going on. Fixing your own dinner, you then answered the door to an upset Steve and Robin, wondering why they showed up for work, and no one was there. You had to explain the unfortunate circumstances to them, to which they offered their deepest sympathy. They even gave you a group hug, to which you began to cry, and then the kitchen light began to flicker wildly, like always. Steve and Robin both gave each other a worrying look, as if they had seen a ghost, which they probably did. (The damn lights were flickering like wildfire in your house with no seemingly real world connection.) On another note, Luster hadn’t come back yet, and your mind was just… going too fast for your own good.

You sighed, sitting down on the couch, and turning on the TV, eating a piece of toast with butter and cinnamon smothered all over it.

Your breath hitched. There she was. Beautiful and graceful as she always had been. Her smile bright and eyes glittering, the woman could make any man fall at her feet. A problem you always had to protect her from. The news anchor on screen provided information about her last whereabouts, details, everything, putting the police department’s number at the end. Your heart sunk, and you felt tears beginning to form in your eyes, you turned off the television and quickly threw the remote to the other side of the room. You held the half eaten toast in your hands as you hung your head down in defeat, appetite slowly fading.

You really, really wanted to disappear. This was the only thought you could think of. Snapping your head up, you saw the lamp at the other side of the room flickering on and off, as if sending you some type of message to keep pushing. At least you still had the lights, you supposed, even though they scared the living shit out of you.

You got up, ready to walk out of the house, when you saw your mom’s light beige cardigan jacket she would always wear hanging over the chair. You put it on over your shirt, your outfit was rather plain anyway.

Looking back at the lamp light,you pondered, somehow, deep inside, you truly believed your mom was watching over you.

As you entered your faithful biology classroom, you sat down, taking note of the blonde boy beside you as always. However, something today was different, off about him.

“Hey, Henry.” You greeted rather plainly, though you were met with no response, this made you snap your head over to his direction.

“Hey, Henry.” You said with a rather sneering tone, you were not in the mood for games today, or for the rest of your life, if you were to be honest with yourself.

No response came. Oh, you were already fed up and the day hadn’t even begun. You bit your lip to keep something you would regret from slipping out, at this point you knew the force of Jesus himself couldn’t keep you back, though.

Class continued, you and Henry at the back table dissecting the frog, in silence. He still hadn’t uttered a word, and your anger began to build, build, until you felt it boiling over. How could you sit and cry in his arms yesterday, and him not even acknowledge your existence today? What kind of logic or thought process does one have to go through to reach such a conclusion and produce this kind of reaction?

Much to your dismay, Henry still wouldn’t talk, even when he sensed your anger. It excited him a little, he wanted to let you know how much your miscall from last night dented his pride. He wanted you to suffer the consequences of your actions. (It’s your fault, you know.)

You could see the ghost of a smirk forming slightly on his face as he tore into poor little “Henry,” the test subject, taking it apart slowly, while Mr. Brown went over which parts of the body you would be reviewing today.

Oh, god, that did it, you couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed his shoulder and jerked him over to look at you.

“Hey, dipshit,” You whispered under your breath so attention wouldn’t be drawn to your table, “I don’t know what idea you have going on in your geeky brain, but it isn’t funny.”

“Idea?” Henry turned to you, playing an innocent face, he withered excitedly in your angry reaction, though, “What idea, (Name)?”

This was funny to him, despite everything, he always loved to be petty. Especially to you.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about,” You spat, sounding harsh, “Why are you ignoring me after what happened yesterday?”

“You care about talking to me now?” It took everything in you to not slap the living daylights out of him, your brows so furrowed on your face they would surely fall off.

“What the hell?! Is this about the fucking phone call?!” You exclaimed a little louder, drawing attention to your table now. Everyone looking back caused embarrassment to build in your chest.

“Oh, look, Chrissy,” Eddie pointed lazily over to your table, and stated half loudly, “The lovebirds are fighting.”

Chrissy looked over to see you awkwardly close to Henry’s face, pointing a finger all in his face.

“Oh god..” She muttered under her breath, seeing you turn your attention to Munson now as you overheard his snarky comment.

“Shut the fuck up, Munson!” You yelled, you were finally becoming unhinged, this was it, you felt it.

“Oh? Do we have a problem, (Name)?” Munson smirked, standing up out of his seat, “I’d sure like to handle it. I wouldn’t mind kicking a prep’s ass.”

“Eat a dick!” Henry was surprised at your use in language, looking up at your tense form, he surely didn’t intend for this to go so far. He only wanted to be petty, that was all. However, it was too late for him to tell you to calm down. Mr. Brown had screamed at you to step outside the classroom, much to the class’s amusement, they were laughing. At you. (Or maybe the situation, but your mind wasn’t going to allow you to think that.)

Lunch time begrudgingly rolled around, and you sat down at the table, Queen Angela sitting across from you in her throne, the same seat as always. You looked around, Chrissy wasn’t there, again, but she wasn’t at Jason’s table either.

Great.

“Oh, look who decided to join us.” Angela sneered as she looked at the others, who looked down on you judgingly.

You looked up from your meal, wondering why everybody was giving you such looks, stomach bundling up full of nerves. At first you smiled, thinking she was only playing. (You were wrong to suggest Angela would do such a thing.)

“I heard you were having lunch with one half of the orphanage,” She smirked, gesturing over to Henry, who sat at the table with Jane and the others.

“From who?” You questioned, who knew besides you two that you talked in the courtyard?

Chrissy… you thought.

“That doesn’t matter,” Angela got straight to her point, “Are you dating him?”

“No, what?” You stammered. Angela caught your nervousness.

“I guess… you need someone to relate to about your situation, I suppose,” She smiled cunningly, “you both being orphans, now, you know.” Everybody laughed, or gasped, “Angela!”

You choked on your drink, half spitting it out, she was talking about your mother. Being missing. Your mother. Your missing mother. Your brain connected the dots to the rising anger building throughout your body.

Your brain was completely turned off for the next couple of minutes, the words spilling out of your mouth not being processed through before they came out of your mouth.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You couldn’t understand why she was turning on you so quickly, but you forgot, this was Angela. She’s not exactly Ms. Peace, Love, and Happiness.

“You heard me, (Name).” Angela twirled her hair playfully, “You heard it come out of my mouth loud and clear, right?” She produced the reaction she wanted from you.

You stood up, slightly thinking about the next actions you were about to do carefully.

“Oh, (Name), are you going to hurt me?!” Angela exclaimed, taunting you to beckon and come assault her, hands over her chest dramatically. Everyone turned their heads to the loud voice from the center of the lunchroom.

How funny she guessed correctly, because that was exactly what you were going to do. You didn’t even care anymore about your status, how you were viewed to others, she talked shit about your mother. Now she was going to pay the price of what she purchased. Unfortunately for you, you took her bait.

You went over to the trash and dumped your lunch tray, hearing Angela over your shoulder, “Look at them, running away, what a tease.”

“Oh shit, guys, look, 5’ o clock.. It’s about to go down,” Munson directed his table’s attention to your form winding up your lunch tray for assault. Henry and Jane staring in disbelief at your upcoming action, too late to stop you.

Gearing up the lunch tray for action, you stomped over to her table with the fortitude of a thousand gods. You smacked her right upside the head, the entire lunchroom gasping in “Oh shits!” and other phrases alike.. Eddie particularly being the loudest voice you heard.

She fell over out of her seat in her chair, her servants rushing to her side, asking her if she was okay. You noticed no one was by your side, a feeling of hurt residing in your heart. You looked out of the corner of your eye and noticed Henry staring at you with his eyes wide and mouth agape, Jane producing the same reaction as well, she was slightly laughing, with Mike, though.

Among the chaos of everyone egging you on to fight, you threw your lunch tray on the ground, realizing what you just did.The lunchroom crowd still going on, you turned around stomped out of the cafeteria, tears threatening your eyes, despite the situation that occurred, you immediately regretted it. What was happening to you? Your life was falling apart in a matter of days.

Angela had gotten you right where she wanted much to her sick pleasure, faking tears, but she knew she had quickly transformed you into the unhinged freak of Hawkins High who assaulted people outwardly because their mother was missing. She never truly liked you anyways, glad to have you out of her “circle.”

You put your hands in your head as you sat on the closed toilet seat in the bathroom. You finally cracked, this was it.

This was your clumsy fall from grace.

Of course, you were served with detention, and of course, you went, like the obedient student you were. It consisted of nothing but writing sentences over and over again of some unexciting phrase, and cleaning the bathrooms, which you didn’t mind, although high school bathrooms were absolutely disgusting.

Upon coming outside of the school, you were met with a concerned Chrissy, she waited for you, but she was the last person you wanted to see. You were quite angry with her, truthfully.

“(Name), I heard about what happened today, I… I’m sorry I wasn’t there to-”

“I’m sure you did,” You remarked smartly, “Like I’m sure you heard about everything else. Like I’m sure you’ve overheard Henry and I’s conversations in the courtyard.”

“What? (Name), what are you talking about?” She stammered, her words caught up too fast with her thoughts.

“You know what I’m talking about, Chrissy,” You went over to open your driver’s door, “Why else would Angela know those things about Henry and I? Meeting in the courtyard?”

Chrissy looked down, she knew it was true. She had told Angela, well, one of her friends, but not out of malice. She just genuinely thought you and Henry would’ve made a cute couple, not realizing the weird vendetta Angela had to his sister, Jane. Not realizing she would use it against you. She should’ve known, it was Angela of all people.

Well, it all spiraled out of my control, was all Chrissy could think.

She stood there in silence, with her head down as you drove off, an empty feeling consuming her entire body.

That evening, after you got home, after crying your eyes out for the 20th time, you crashed into sleep on the couch watching television. However you quickly woke up at the sound of lights flickering, again. Though, this time, it was the type of lights you didn’t like. They were all going off in a harmony, and it scared you. You were alone, scared whatever, whoever took your mother was going to take you too.

You balled up in a fetal position, crying, praying the lights would stop, your heart beating as if you had run a track race. You prayed, whispered to yourself, to calm down, you just couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t be alone anymore, your Auntie was taking too long to get here.

Tomorrow was just not quick enough.

Stumbling to your room, wiping tears from your face, you dug around in your drawer for the sacred paper. There you found it, the crumbled up note that Henry gave you a day ago.

The lights stopped, though, you were still scared, you just couldn’t be by yourself anymore. You were throwing your pride and ego on the shelf, setting aside for more important matters for now.

Reluctantly, you dialed the number on the note. The line rang three times, as you prayed for divine intervention to let someone answer the phone.

Finally, the line picked up, however a man with a gruff voice answered, and it was not Henry.

“Byers-Hopper residence…. Listen, it’s la-”

“I need to speak to Henry.” Cringing at how shaky your voice sounded, you gripped the phone as your hands sweat from how nervous you were.

“Okay, listen here, kid. Henry is asleep, but, you can speak to him tom-”

“Please, I need to speak to Henry. It’s an emergency.” You began to cry again, shaking.

“Oh, goddammit.” You heard the man grumble, hearing him put the phone down as you assumed he went to get Henry up.

Henry wasn’t asleep, though. He was up, thinking, pondering, contemplating as he looked up at the ceiling, partially lightened up by Will’s blue nightlight. He felt guilt in his chest as he caused one of your lash outs today, but also that he didn’t intervene between you hitting Angela. (Although she deserved it, she had been bullying his sister.) He was being petty, childish, a behavior he adopted a long time ago to justify certain actions, but now, it felt wrong.

His thoughts were interrupted by Hopper opening the door, and leaning in, “Henry, somebody on the phone wants to speak to you. They said it was ‘urgent.’” He sarcastically uttered the last part.

Henry sat up quickly, who would want him this late? Then his mind clicked.

You.

Rushing to the phone without much care to others in the house, possibly sleeping, he picked it up, uttering a shaky, “Hello?”

You recognized that voice almost immediately, nearly breaking down, stammering, “Henry, please. The lights, I’m scared..”

“The lights? Are they flick-”

Before he could get his words out, you cried, “Please, please, come stay with me, please… I’m so scared, Henry, what if somebody takes me? I’m so, so scared…”

Something at your tone tugged at his heartstrings, what little he had left at least, a mix of surprise and concern overtook him, and he replied back.

“I’ll be over in a minute, stay put, okay?”

will: henry its ok to be human, feel empathy, its ok

henry: i would rather shit in my hands and CLAP

also i just picture henry to just be soooo incredibly petty and childish, especially with reader. i mean in canon he is a literal 40 year old man beefing with children. he fought a CHILD as a grown ass man, he is PETTY.

#henry creel x you #henry creel #001 stranger things #peter ballard #henry creel x reader #peter ballard x you #001 x you #stranger things 4 #jamie campbell x reader #moml series #bugs fics #jamie campbell bower #vecna stranger things #vecna x you #vecna x reader #vecna/henry/one

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