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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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Can we get some general headcanons for 001 or Peter??

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ⸺ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧

˚ ✩ 🦕 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧀

( 📁 ) . . . 𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!!

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! <𝟯

𝟬𝟬𝟭’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌, & 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛

this must be a dream, right?

through the blue haze of the security system, there you sit with the children in the laboratory, just as effervescent as you were when henry first met you

he places his hands against the screen as if by some miracle he could reach into the static and touch you, as he has yearned so long for

is this some sick joke?

his shocked gasps morph into hushed sobs, of either relief, fury, or bliss, he can’t tell

his mind must be playing tricks on him, henry concludes, after so many desolate years of his life, the cruel universe wouldn’t dare bless him with such a gift… right?

but, no… it’s real

you, the only thing on earth he could ever call his home, are alive

all of the memories — once so faded and distant that he mistook them for dreams — were real

a smile forms upon his lips, the first glimmer of happiness he has felt in years since your departure

he remembers the faint echo of ella fitzgerald and frank sinatra from the kitchen as you and he would frolic on the playground till dusk

picking at the callouses on his palms, your sugar-sweet smile beneath the summer sunlight, forming kinships with the infestation of black widows in the attic

oh, what this poor, sad man would give to relish in the brilliance of being at your side, even just once more

henry has always been alone, but you… you also were alone; you were different, just like him

through everything and everyone, you were the only one who understood; you were the only one who saw him for him

but all it took for the heartless world to take his kindred spirit away was the cruelty his family treated you with

the young boy was sent into a murderous rage after his mother scolded you for walking in her house with muddy boots, when his father made him come inside for dinner whilst you and henry were on the swings, and when his sister yanked your hair for touching her toys

he was merely a child and assumed he was doing right by you as his father was blamed for his sons actions

it was right to make the two girls ascend into the air before him, bones crunching like twigs and eyes pulling themselves back into their sockets

however, he is quick to realize how his fruitless attempt to have eternity with you was futile after he wakes in a room full of white with ‘001’ inked on his wrist

and as the years went by, he still looks into every nook and cranny within the laboratory, with some desperate hope that you’ll be there to congratulate him on his record win

hide and seek always was your favorite game, after all

he’s drawn portraits to spark familiarity in anyone who has the pleasure of meeting you; he’s written letters papa promised to mail to you, his wild heart betraying him of any sleep while he waits anxiously for your reply

the only form of communication henry has ever expressed with anyone is questions of your whereabouts, where he is met with a monotone “soon…” much to his dismay

years feel like minutes as they run right by him, still, you’re not here

however, well into his teenage years, there’s a flicker of hope

papa expresses how he has received information about your whereabouts and wellbeing

henry’s eyes beam with exhilaration as he anticipates for you both to reunite after so long, but the pitiful look in papa’s eyes robs him of that pleasure

“unfortunately, y/f/n y/l/n passed away just a few nights ago. i’m terribly sorry for your loss, one, but this mustn’t affect the progress of our lessons-“

that faux-sympathetic tone of his faded into white noise, a sharp wail reverberating within the grim cell

the anguished screams of henry could be heard all throughout hawkins laboratory, and after the guards shove a syringe into his neck and put the poor boy to sleep, he was never the same again

he wasn’t there — he’s just a walking carcass who is waiting seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years for this pain to end

the world is now dead, desolate; everything exists in a permanent hue of greyscale

and there is nothing he could do about it

but, now he is in adulthood with still an empty heart but a wiser head and as he stares upon your features through the cctv, his blood runs cold

it was all a lie

and the rush of fury that raced through him was terrifying

henry grasps hold of the glass shards left on the ground after he had taken his anger out on the one-way mirror, then carves out the soteria that had been keeping him compliant

and this roar of enragement that had been awakened within him was taken out on any being in sight and soon, the bodies of all those innocent and sinful now lay wrangled

there is no flicker of guilt within henry, only the pure anger and anticipation to be with you, once again

just get through this hurricane, then you’ll find the sun

he is a monster, the way he saunters through hawkin's laboratory, drenched head-to-toe in blood, but he is unabashedly desperate with his face beat red and drenched in sweat

there is not a single soul left alive and now, there is only one thing to do that henry has been itching to do for years…

find you…

after the death of your childhood bff, you went into a fit of depression that lasted years

the prying detectives, the nosy paranormal investigators, the intrusive media who chanted about how the devil had sunk his claws into the small town of hawkins

you knew that the hearsay of satan’s arrival was all some phony attempt to gain publicity and to strike fear into citizens

furthermore, from the day the tragedy took place, you knew deep in your heart that victor, the sweet man you had viewed as a close relative, wasn’t capable of such heinous actions

you’ve spent nights tossing and turning trying to solve the puzzle of the creel murders, but none of your efforts were ever brought to fruition

day by day, life became brighter for you and you learned to move on from the teaumatic period without having an answer to what exactly happened that night

you even bought the victorian beauty of the creel house for yourself, and fortunately for you, the demonic possession of satan and three murders made the estate dirt cheap

with extra love and care, you turned the once tragic and grimy residence into your humble abode

a lush attempt to turn the most agonizing fraction of your life into something good, something alive

and here you are now, living your best life with your pet tarantula and a master's degree in child counseling, all with a happy heart and a healed mind

but unfortunately, just when you thought you kept your life clear of any creel-related recollections, a certain boy you were well acquainted with long ago didn’t stray far

beneath the late night moon, henry watches you prepare dinner for yourself through the stained window of the kitchen

he stares, his eyes blown wide with a concoction of solace and irrepressible excitement glistening within

then, with a swift click of his head, the front door opens with a shrill whine as music escapes the walls of your home and into the twilight air

you sing along to the tune, and his heart dances to the sound

henry admires the decorations adorned everywhere and how you made his childhood home so very you

he strides at a measured pace into the kitchen, and once you enter his train of vision, he feels his heart collapse in his chest

although it truly does feel like it is, finally, this is not a dream

there you are, the only good thing this disgusting, vile world had to offer standing right before him

you’re oblivious to the uninvited guest lurking behind you as you continue to hum and dance

the radio begins to grumble, the once angelic tune of blue moon morphs into a deafening screech, then returns to the harmonious sounds of dean martin

you turn to look at the sudden alter in melody on the radio, only to lock eyes with a figure coated with blood, who stood beneath the threshold of the kitchen

the plate in your hand falls to the ground and shatters while you stare at the intruder in utter bewilderment

“y-you’re alive,” henry whispers in disbelief, “you’re actually here…”

“who-who are you? what do you want!?” you shriek, and though it went unnoticed by you, his eyes glistened with sorrow

you don’t remember him

before you could ponder over what this stranger meant by his words, you made a dash to the door in a frantic hysteria, only to watch as it slams shut before your very eyes

you don’t even have a flicker of a second to process how the door magically shut by itself when you feel your feet begin to ascend from the floor

you’re paralyzed from head to feet, floating in the air

a sharp cry escapes your throat as your body is thrust backward, to where you land firmly in the embrace of the trespasser

his arms are locked tight around your form and he buries his face into your neck, deeply inhaling your musk and exhaling with a quiet, shaky moan

he was so close to you, so overwhelmingly, suffocatingly close to you

goosebumps bloom across your body from utter disgust as you attempt to wrangle your way out of the stranger's grip, but it has been so, so long, and this man wasn’t going to let you slip away ever again

there is no inch of your skin left untouched, his lips grazing against your neck as he whispers softly to you as one would to a child

“it’s been far too long since we’ve last spoken, y/n/n…” his breath is hot against your neck, “but i’m here now, and i’ll save you…”

a tear falls as the revelation settles, “oh my god… henry…”

he let’s out a hum of laughter and a heartfelt smile is quick to form against his lips as he sways you back and forth to the melodies still resonating from the radio

although you never thought you’d ever say it, you wish that the sweet boy you adored from a young age had died alongside his family

but that wasn’t what fate had in store for you

and now you’re stuck with cold dinner and a lovesick demon who can’t keep his paws off of you.

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petersprincesss · 2 years

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A Gentle Reminder

You know the drill, I’m back again :)

This was requested by @harlanfalcon on my One Shots of Peter Ballard Post. You can find it and make a request here, or just send me a message :)

All requests will be written, just give me time! I currently have three requests in the queue, as well as chapter two of Liar coming up.

Okay, let's get to it!

Summary: Your boyfriend Peter just wants to remind you that you’re his

Rating: PG-13 maybe?

Tags: kissing, choking, hickeys, possessive behavior

AN: I’m embarrassed to admit that I wasn’t super familiar with the concept of “Yandere,” so with my understanding of it, I had a hard time not turning it into smut or angst lol. Hopefully this is fluffy enough!

Proof reading is for dorks :)

The dimly lit solitude of your own living quarters in the lab brought you such comfort. What a pleasure it was to have a space of your own, separated from the children you looked after and the other orderlies you worked with.

Standing in front of your bathroom sink, you turned off the faucet and reached for a crisp white hand towel. A dark figure standing just outside your doorframe caught your eye, causing your heart to skip a beat before the figure stepped forward into the cool-toned light.

“Jesus, Peter,” you breathed, placing a hand to your chest to comfort you. You closed your eyes as a smile found your lips.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” Peter remarked. His body slid up to yours, his arms slithering around your waist as he embraced you

“It’s okay, I just didn’t hear you come in,” you told him as your arms wrapped around him.

“That’s by design, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want you getting in trouble for having a male orderly in your room, would we?” Peter smiled down at you as if he was holding the world in his palm.

“I guess not,” you sighed, running your hands down his chest, resting them on either side of his neat white button-up.

“Have you seen Alec lately?” Peter asked, jealousy lacing his tone as he pulled your waist closer to his.

“Not today, I don’t think, why?” you inquired, your brow furrowing innocently. You knew Peter was very protective of you and monitored who you spoke with. He was just trying to keep you safe, keep you from misstepping and trusting someone you shouldn’t.

“It’s just that yesterday I saw you talking to him over lunch, and I was just curious about what was so interesting,” he stated quizzically.

“Oh, Peter,” you scoffed. You straightened his collar, your eyes avoiding his, “I promise you don’t need to be this paranoid, he was just making small talk.”

“Small talk? Since when does Alec make small talk with you?” Peter demanded. His eyes searched for yours, but you denied him the satisfaction.

“Hey, relax okay? He was just-”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” Peter commanded. He gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to focus on him, “Do I need to remind him who you belong to?”

Something about that phrase turned your stomach over. Belong to. You were his possession, and he was not afraid to emphasize this point to you or anyone else.

“I don’t think you do,” you giggled amorously, your irises twinkling in his.

“Come on, it would be so wonderful to see his face when he realizes that you’re already taken.”

Peter held his hand in place as he brought his lips to your neck, planting delicate kisses on your exposed flesh. You sighed lustfully beneath his contact, your body already craving more of his touch.

“Easy, Peter. Your little love marks are getting harder to hide,” you moaned, conflicted on whether you actually wanted him to heed your warning.

Peter’s grasp sank down to your neck, his mouth trailing below it to your collarbone, nipping as your delicate skin.

“I don’t want you to hide them, love,” he whispered from his throat, “That would defeat the whole purpose.”

Your chest heaved, your lungs pushing your ribcage further into Peter. Sensing your excitement, Peter’s hand on your waist wandered lower, his slender fingers grappling at your hips.

“Peter,” you demanded, your hands on his chest pushing him away, “not right now, okay? I’ll tell Alec to back off.”

His hand roamed down your neck, resting atop your sternum.

“Okay, have it your way, sweetheart,” Peter tutted, a disappointed sigh escaping his lips as his gaze traveled up and down your frame.

“Thank you,” you praised, your eyelids growing heavy with arousal, “I’ll see you at dinner, okay?”

A smirk pulled at the corners of Peter’s lips as he stared at you, his untamed beauty. He swiftly ignored your previous request and crashed his lips into yours, his hands cupping either side of your face as he stepped into you, guiding you backwards until your shoulder blades met the cool glazed tile of your bathroom wall.

He kissed you feverishly, as if he was severely dehydrated and your lips were the first drop of rain in a desert valley.

“God, I love you,” he breathed into your mouth, his admiration overflowing from his body into yours. His hands traced up and down your waist, anxiously looking for a spot to nestle that would satisfy his undying yearn for you.

“I love you too,” you proclaimed, breaking the kiss and resting your forehead against his, “Thank you for protecting me.”

“I always will,” he vowed, “until death do us part.”

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Henry Creel (2/9)

Word count ; 4.2k

*Edited.

In the moments as I was shoving clothes and memorabilia in my former high school backpack - which was rather small, mind you -, my thoughts turned to my mother. She’d never believe me and would just shorten the length of time I had to escape. And if I left her here, would the ‘captors’ take her in my place? Would she get killed?

But I was in love with Henry. He knew what he was talking about. And at the end of the day, I envisioned a future with him, even if I wasn’t entirely sure I wasn’t just insane.

I swung open the bedroom door, and I heard my mother gasp from her bedroom, the door half-open as she prepared herself for sleep. I hadn’t even changed my clothes, instead having done nothing but pulled on socks and the hiking boots buried in my closet. I was already panting in disarray, so baffled at my own actions but still set in my ways.

“Y/n! Baby, what are you doing? What’s wrong? Are you going somewhere?” my mother exclaimed, dashing out the door and quickly trailing behind me.

She attempted to grab me before I descended the steps, but I had to stay silent. Otherwise, I knew I’d sound insane. She’d never believe me after the diagnosis the psychiatrist gave me. And they could be here any moment. She kept clawing at me, and I kept tearing away. I could hear confused sobs escaping her lips.

As I made it to the entrance, she finally caught me. Her arms wrapped around my waist in a tight, unmoving grip. “Y/n, dear, calm down! You didn’t take your pills, did you?”

I kept trying to struggle free, gritting my teeth as stressful, mourning tears rushing down my cheeks. “Mom, I took the medicine! And Henry, h - he reached me anyways! I know it sounds insane, but he’s real, mom. And you have to let go because his captors are coming to kill us as we speak —!”

“Baby, shush! Are you even listening to what you’re saying? J - just calm down and we can talk about it.”

Her sobs echoed in my ears and I took a moment. What I was saying was insane. I believed it whole-heartedly, and yet, in my many months of researching, I never found anything that indicated any possibilities of what Henry displayed. I couldn’t help myself, though. It was so real.

“I - I can’t, mom. We’re in danger. Please, we need to go. Can we at least drive somewhere else and then talk —“

“Honey, he’s not real. None of it is. It’s just that your medicine didn’t work, or maybe you hallucinated taking it.”

My struggling ceased. My mother was panting from trying so hard to restrain me, and I paused in thought. I didn’t want to hurt her in any way, but I would need to if she kept holding onto me. I sucked in a final breath, and I croaked,” Mom, please. Believe me, if only enough to get out of the house. I - I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. And we’re in danger.”

I heard her hiccup sadly and her grasp around me loosened. I slipped out, but instead of going for the door while I had the chance, I turned to her and hugged her tightly. She returned it whole-heartedly and I felt so very sad. She was sobbing into my shoulder incoherently, and I could but listen.

I loved Henry, but my mother was still the keystone of my life. If anything happened to her, I’d feel so very awful. And I was certain she was on the verge of being convinced to run with me, if only for —

A knock sounded on the door. My mother froze, and I immediately pulled away. I grabbed her shoulders and steeled my expression. I refused to speak and my mother’s mouth was agape. I whispered quietly to her,” We need to go. It’s them.”

My mother’s brows furrowed, and I thought she would disagree, but she gulped. “Can I just… See who’s there?”

I shook my head, but she didn’t listen. I watched in despair as she raised her head to the small peephole. She gasped, turning back to me, and that was enough to convince me of Henry’s existence. He was real. But so were they. And we were about to die if we didn’t get out.

Just as my mother stepped away from the door unsurely, a crash echoed from the other side of the house. Our back door had seemingly been dismantled, and horror dawned on me. They had us cornered, and those precious moments I spent hugging my mother could’ve been the last chance to escape.

My mother grabbed me and ushered me upstairs. I followed suit, but we heard thudding footsteps echo the large - and very old - home. A scream bubbled in my throat as we made it to the top of the steps, but the front door burst down, too. My mother was even more startled than I was, and we locked ourselves into her room.

Right away, I reached for the sheets. My mother was having a panic attack, and that left me to try and figure things out. However, as I threw open a window, I lurched back as I saw a man drenched in a black outfit, a sniper gun pointed toward us. The entire home had been surrounded, and a sob released.

Suddenly, all movements ceased. The strangers had us surrounded by all means. And then, a knock sounded from the bedroom door. My mother and I both turned toward it waiting for anything more.

“Y/n L/n. Please open the door. We just need to talk.”

There was a long pause as my mind churned. They were waiting.

And then I mustered,” W - who are you and what are you doing to Henry?”

Silence again. “I am Doctor Brenner. I believe you are referring to One. He is a worker at our facility for gifted minds. I am the manager of this facility. We prioritize security and One has been directly violating these terms. Please, open the door and I can answer more of your questions. I would hate to force my hand on you and your mother.”

My mother, desperate and confused, opened the door without question. I was terrified, and yet, there was something so odd about the man who was the ‘manager.’ He was adorning an untouched suit, adorned a friendly smile and looked to be in his sixties. He was surrounded with people who could’ve been swat members, but clearly weren’t because usually they had badges. They were so secretive.

I opened my mouth as he raised his hand. I almost followed, thinking he was planning to wave, but a man with a gun pulled the trigger. A scream tore at my throat as chaos ensued. My mother’s body, lifeless and spewing blood, fell to the ground.

I was paralyzed in place as more bodyguards rushed in. I thought I was next, but instead, I was grabbed. Something stung at my throat as I attempted to struggle with what awareness I had. And almost immediately, darkness clouded my vision.

~~~

“…See? This is what your disobedience has done, One. You forced the fatality of her mother and almost your… lover. However, out of the kindness of my heart, I have brought her here. You two will work together. She will become a part of our family.”

“Papa, please. She’s done nothing wrong. I read her thoughts. She thought I wasn’t real. You could have just punished me —!”

“Do not raise your voice at me, One. I do not want to punish you further - Ah. It seems she is waking up.”

I finally forced my eyes to open, and yet, I had to blink say the brightness. Shining down on my was a lamp, and everything else seemed dark. The overhead lights were dim. I tried tilting my head, only to realize it hurt like hell. My fingers twitched and I wanted to speak, but my mouth was too dry.

Suddenly, the same man from before walked into view. He loomed over the tilted hospital bed I was in, and terror ran through my bones. I tried to sit up, only to yelp loudly. My entire body was strapped to it and tears immediately escaped as the memories came flooding back.

Henry was real. But now, I was wishing he wasn’t. None of this should be real.

“I apologize for the abrupt travels,” the man chuckled, a polite smile stretching across his wrinkled face. “I know you will fit in well. I have reviewed your records and you have just the right personality to get along with the children.”

I furrowed my brows. I went to speak, but all I could do was croak. The man peered over his shoulder. Suddenly, all my fear dissolved and I was but stunned. Still bruised and frail, was Henry. He looked so very sad, though. We made eye contact, and all I could see was regret as he frowned deeply. Within his hands, the knuckles torn, was a glass of water. The man stepped away and Henry’s hand slipped underneath my back.

“H - Henry,” I gasped.

“You will not refer to him by name now,” Doctor Brenner explained calmly. “The guards, for their safety, do not have names. That includes your own. Your life is about to change for the better now.”

His words made my vision go blurry, but Henry helped me sit up further and pressed the glass to my lips. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, and I wanted so badly for some reassurance. To hear his silky, beautiful voice. The feel his fingers intertwined with mine. And yet, after I greedily gulped the water down, his warmth departed. He returned to his spot against the wall, a door right next to him. We maintained eye contact, and I could tell he felt so guilty.

It wasn’t his fault, though.

“Now. You will take a day to recover and then you will start training,” the man continued. “Here, you will address me as ‘Papa.’ I am your family now, just as much as everyone else’s. You will not speak unless spoken to or you are aiding one of the children. You are about to become a part of history, now. I have offered you this opportunity out of the kindness of my heart, unless if you wish to meet the same fate as your mother. Do you understand?”

“I - I…”

“Do you understand?”

I made eye contact once more with a very anxious Henry. He nodded, jaw clenched. He was pleading with me to make the right decision.

I could only hope we could talk at some point. I don’t know what I could do without Henry.

“Y - yes.”

“Not quite right.”

“Yes, Papa…”

The man broke out into an even wider smile and he nodded courteously. He glanced between us two and sighed. “Now, I must return to work. You ned to as well. However, I realize our new addition to the family needs time to settle down, so perhaps you can help her, yes? Be back to your shift in half an hour.”

I noticed he no longer addressed him as One. It made me so very startled. Had I really been robbed of my entire livelihood, and even my name?

And yet, as Henry walked up to me, all my fright faded. The moment the ‘doctor’ left, Henry rushed to my side, the tears suddenly releasing, despite his best efforts. As he stood by my bedside, I reached to him. His head lowered as he unlocked the arm restraints and nothing else.

The second I was able to, I moved my hands to his cheeks. Tears also slid down. Everything was so numbing. I had lost everything. And yet, I found Henry. He looked so pained and not just physically. I bright his head closer, hands gentle as they cupped his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, my dear,” he croaked, entire body trembling. “I could never live without you, but I never thought that bas - he would take you here. I never wanted you in this hell.”

I was mourning. My entire life. And yet, as Henry buckled to his knees, I twisted my body so I could pull his forehead to mine. For the first time, I really was feeling his warm breath against mine. My fingers were touching his flesh. Even if I was in hell, I was with the man I had come to be madly in love with.

“At least I am with you, my love,” I cried softly, cherishing the feeling of his forehead against mine. I nuzzled my nose against his and carefully wiped his tears, not wanting to hurt him. “I truly thought you weren’t real.”

“It would be better if we never met,” he sighed. “And because of my carelessness…”

I hushed him and he fell silent. His hands reached out and gripped onto the hospital gown I adorned. I would soon wear something similar to what he had, I realized, and my entire personality would be robbed from me. But Henry was not. Henry was here, and that was enough in this numbed state of being.

“We can find a way to —“

He hushed me urgently, yes opening and boring into mine. They were so beautiful, even when shrouded with a cloud of tears. “We must not speak about the past so openly.”

“But we are…”

He grabbed my jaw carefully and tilted my head past him. I wanted to close to distance again, but then my age fell on the security camera. I watched in a daze as Henry pressed a careful kiss onto my cheek. It was prolonged, but I was unsure if I could tilt my head and feel his lips against mine.

However, he guided my head back and peppered kisses until we kissed. It was sizzling with unbridled passion. Just to have him in front of me was almost enough. But I wanted so much more. To feel so much more now that I was truly with him. But with how things had turned out, I knew that seemed to be impossible.

As the kiss ended, me pulling back, his lips chased mine out of instinct. Both of our eyes fluttered open and we gazed loving into one another’s depressed orbs. My heart beat erratically in my chest and my head felt fuzzy. None of this seemed real. Perhaps I would wake up and find myself dead or in the hospital and none of this was real.

My mother would be alive. I had a home and a name and an identity to return to.

Here, I was in hell. But at least I was in hell with Henry, the love of my life.

“The bathrooms,” Henry muttered fondly. “There’s never cameras there. And… it will be easier to see you at night. You are close. It may be a while, but… You and I - Just follow the rules, a - and things will be okay. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what, my dear.”

“I love you, Henry. So, so much. Never leave me,” I sighed, a smile twitching.

“I would rather die than leave you, my love,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “And if you had died… There would be no reason to live. I love you too much. In reality, I would have gone insane without seeing you at night. You, Y/n, are the only perfect thing in this wretched world.”

“Oh, Henry,” I cooed affectionately, chuckling dryly. “Life can be beautiful. When we… you know… we will be happy. Why, I have dreamt so many times of being with you. Eating ice cream in a parlor, watching television together at dinner, getting… married…”

My cheeks flushed at the last remark, and Henry chuckled lowly, humming in satisfaction. “I look forward to it, my dear.”

~~~

Papa’s eyes ere glued to my form as I entered the playroom. After a few days - although there was no concept of time in this place -, I was finally introduced to the children. I didn’t like how easily I adjusted. After a few days of mourning, it was like I was too busy ‘fitting in’ to focus on the life I once lived. I barely saw Henry. He told me he was keeping quiet for a while, and that included the use of his powers. I was lonely, but even just a glimpse of him rejuvenated me.

And I had a goal. Not only to escape with Henry, but with all these poor children, of whom were used and abused. They were happy and brainwashed, but they shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t normal to be trapped and electrified. None of this was normal, and as time passed, I struggled to remind myself of that.

Papa’s kindness was faux. Everything about him screamed greed and selfishness. I would never fall for it, because on the back burner of my mind sat the memory of him allowing my mother to be shot down with ease.

There were several children, each adorning a badge with their number. It made me so sad that they’d never experienced the joy of being truly loved and even named. I noticed that, from across the room, Henry was leaned over Eleven. He was particularly fond of her, or at least, I assumed so. He’d never interacted much with the other children to my knowledge.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Two was struggling. Frustration was evident from his expression. The several building blocks were levitating - as incredible as it was -, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him. I smiled gently as I made my way over to him, crouching over.

“Hello, Two. Are you doing alright?”

He gasped as his eyes shot open and the blocks tumbled to the ground. It was clear he was annoyed, but he tried to refrain a glare, turning to me. A frown was evident on his expression. He was a very cute kid; they all were. I presumed he had to be at least in his early teen years, and yet, he was raised without even the little experiences I realized I’d taken for granted.

He glanced away. “I’m weak today.”

I tilted my head, crouching even further to the ground. The uniform stretched and was surprisingly comfortable. I ended up sitting criss-cross applesauce next them, picking up one of the blocks. “You know, even being able to lift these at all is quite an accomplishment. Do not worry so much.”

He seemed taken aback by that, but refuted,” But Papa will not be happy with me if I don’t make progress. I am supposed to be the best.”

“But are you happy with yourself? I mean, I think it’s pretty impressive. I know I could never do what you’re doing, you know,” I continued, sending him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure that you’re stressing out and that is why you are having a hard time. You should take a break to clear your head.”

His shoulders hunched and he took my words to heart. Slowly, he nodded. “…Okay. If you say so.”

“And, you know these blocks don’t only need to be used for your powers,” I hummed, picking up a few of them. “If you use your imagination, you can make shapes. Did you know that?”

He pursed his lips before shaking his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

I grinned. “Well, let’s see… We can make a small castle. Do you know what a castle is?”

“Castle?”

I waited a moment, thinking about the general dimensions. I used the circular blocks to build the pillars and I made a small arch. The general basic castle, although Two was absolutely stunned. I built the castle quickly while the child watched my movements, seemingly memorizing the shape for future reference.

“A castle is somewhere a prince like you can live. It is a very big house with special guards called knights that wear metal armor. It is usually made of stone and it has a lot of treasure and gold inside. And it all belongs to the prince. It is a beautiful place that you can visit.”

“Where?” he asked in wonder, eyes wide as his hand outstretched toward the make-shift building.

“In your dreams.” We both looked up to see that Henry was there, a tight smile forced onto his lips. I was on edge, and as we made eye contact, I could tell he was warning me to some degree. I gulped, but Two was visibly disappointed. Henry continued regardless,” But it is very beautiful. Your dreams are the most beautiful place of all.”

His gaze was glued to me as he said that, and my heart started racing. My smile regained its strength. Two nodded. “…Maybe. Papa says that dreams are important to talk about.”

“And they are. Do your dreams make you happy?” I inquired carefully.

I noticed that Henry was in earshot, but instead went to attend to another child. It was to curb Papa’s strict habits. I didn’t know the full extent of it, but apparently, there were specific rules in place for us two to prevent any rendezvous, but I trusted that, as Henry said, the bathrooms would be safe soon enough.

My attention returned to Two as he muttered,” No. I’ve never dreamt of castles or princes or knights. Only here.”

A frown stretched across my lips but only remained momentarily, not wanting to indicate any distaste that the compound surrounding me could note. I sent the poor boy a reassuring smile and patted his back, though. “Don’t worry. Maybe tonight you can dream of a castle of your own.”

Two, alike to many of the children, never smiled. However, he did in that moment, if only for a second. His energy was seemingly rejuvenated and I knew it was a rule not to ‘pick favorites,’ so I rose to my feet and let Two get back to his work. I noticed as I tended to the others, though, that he made it so that the castle was floating.

How magical.

~~~

“Two, you’re first.”

Papa had innovated a new ‘game.’ I knew nothing about it, but from the chalk lines on the ground, I assumed it wasn’t good. It was some one versus one, and it pained me to think that the children were being thrust into physically harming one another. I was with the other guards. Henry had a set of blindfolds to make sure they didn’t get damaged with each round, or so I could presume. It was like Papa knew how it would go.

I stood next to Henry, but I willed my eyes not to flicker toward him. However, our shoulders were pushed together, and there was another guard next to me that off-balanced the overwhelming love I held for the man and replaced it with discomfort.

The bot stepped forward. I noticed how his eyes flickered in my direction, and I gave him a small and unnoticeable smile that only he would see. He told me the other day that he had dreamt of a castle. That it was large and rainbow and was made of the clouds he saw colors on the wall of the playroom. It was thrilling to hear that even just a little I’d made a difference in this hell hole.

Henry walked forward with a blindfold to Six, the first to go against him. I watched in anticipation as Henry returned to his spot, and I felt his fond gaze flitting over to me. I was stiff, watching in concern.

“Begin,” Papa instructed.

The room was tense and so was I. While Six raised his hand and aimed it, clearly focusing as he could. Two clenched his fists and was but trembling slightly. He always looked so angry when he used his powers. It made him sad.

As Two grit his teeth, Six began to slide. His feet were barely inside the circle, despite the boy’s best efforts. Papa watched adamantly, eyes boring into the children. And suddenly, as Two grunted loudly, the poor child went flying back into the see-through glass.

I gasped, almost audibly, seeing as Six collapsed to the ground. However he seemed to be okay, except for being incredibly frightened. Both were panting furiously, and I clenched my jaw in order to prevent a firm frown. I felt Henry’s occasional glances, but I was solely focused on them.

“Very good, Two. Number Six, please, take a seat by the door.”

And like dominoes, each child fell.

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

yandere!001/Peter/vecna x fem!reader, and steve harrington x fem!reader.

summary: you once met Peter in the lab and fell in love, unaware of his obsession with you, now vecna, he’s not stopping until he has you.

warnings: manipulation, gore, yandere themes and behavior, implications of murder, obsession, possessiveness, dark themes, and Manipulation of dreams

Reader is Steve’s age so maybe 19-20. Peter’s older than reader but still in 20’s. Idrk if that makes sense but whatever. he’s aged down so not a huge age gap:)

part 2? I’ll do it if it’s requested. or I feel like doing it. again really depends.

again another long imagine so buckle up>/3

“Honey, promise me you’ll get some sleep tonight, your mother called. “I will, Mom, You tell her.

You usually called your mother before you went to bed. It had been a routine for quite some time and your roommate, Steve, was totally different.

You were very close to him and the party, especially Eleven. Both of you were in the lab together until you escaped not so long before El.

She was like a little sister to you. And you adored her. You helped her escape as promised. And so, you two were closer than ever.

Mike, being her boyfriend, (although personally you preferred him with Will), was jealous of you slightly. You ended the call with a groan. “Overbearing Mom again? Steve teased. “You know it, You reply.”She’s worried, of course. But too worried.”

“Doesn’t she have nightmares of her own? Steve asks, crossing his arms. "This shouldn’t be any different.”

“I guess, you shrug. "They're just intense sometimes.” Steve softly smiles. "they'll go away, y/n. I think it’s ironic. Max has been having intense nightmares too.”

“Pretty strange, You murmur.”Considering the murders and how the bodies were found. Do you think she’s next?”

“What about-“

You slammed the door behind you, wanting to get to Max as soon as possible. Despite being pretty late at night, You knew she’d still be up. In fact, she was sitting outside.

Her Mom probably wasn’t home. “Max, why are you outside? You ask. “Hey Y/n, She responds. "My Mom isn’t home and I can’t go to sleep. Not with those nightmares.”

“I get it. Lack of sleep due to intense nightmares, You agree.”Anyways, If you want, you can stay with me and Steve for the night.”

She smirked jokingly.”You two a thing now?” You laugh.”Nope. Just Roomates. You know Steve is still into Nancy.”

You haven’t used your powers in a while but with telepathy you were curious on what Max was thinking. Vecna could get into her thoughts easily if she was vulnerable.

Right now, She definitely was.

Max shivered, since it was cold. “I’ll stay with you tonight, max smiled.”thanks y/n.” “Of course, You grin.”anytime.”

She hopped into your car as you tried to make it warm before driving off. Her mother probably wouldn’t mind since according to Max, She worked a lot.

And left early in the morning most of the time.

Once you got to your place, Max seemed happier in a more stable place honestly. You saw it in her eyes. She used to be in a stable home, but her brother dying changed that.

"Hey Stevie, we got a guest, You smile. He smile."Hey Max." She says hello, you go to show her the guest room. You were relieved to choose a 3-bedroom place to stay in.

“Is she sleeping now? Steve asks. You nod. “You’d be a good Mom, He compliments. “Thanks, Yoi reply.”Kids sounds ncie. But not six like you want.”

He laughs.”Wouldn’t six kids be fun though?” You shrug.”I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Steve.” “Goodnight, He replies.

The only part about his dream of the six children and camping he didn’t tell you about was that you were there. Steve liked you for a while. He loved Nancy but he felt different with you, very much in love with you.

You closed the door to your bedroom and turned the lights off. You tried not to use your powers often, usually only when you needed to.

Since you were in pajamas already, You just went to sleep quickly. Expecting dreams, You got nightmares.

It had been years since you were in the lab, so why were you back? When you quickly looked at your appearance, you knew you were in a dream.

Or just a traumatic nightmare. “You’re back, a familiar voice said. And you turn to see him. Peter. How on Earth was he back? “I know you’re scared, he adds, coming closer to you, before he faded from view.

The next thing you saw was your old neighborhood. Mike and everyone else lived nearby and you still knew you were dreaming. Also, the world wasn’t the same in your dream.

When you saw Max’s house, you saw Billy’s car, which reminded you of horrible memories. But he was dead-? Wasn’t he?

“Y/n… the voice lingered, deep and inhumane was all you knew. It wasn’t recognizable at all.

“Y/n!”

The voice belonged to Steve, who rushed over to you. But he was bloody and slightly bruised. He just hugged you.

“Steve what happened to you? You ask, worriedly. When his eyes turned white, you knew it couldn’t be good. It couldn’t be him.

“Why can’t you accept my feelings for you, y/n? I love you so much.”

“What-“

You didn’t know about his love for you so it took you by surprise. Stepping back, you got even more scared. “Steve, I didn’t know… you try to explain.

He keeps coming closer to you. “Do you love me y/n? He asks. You didn’t have a response. Then you blurt,”I do love you Steve!”

Your dream ends there but you sit up panting. That dream was no coincidence or anything. Dreams couldn’t be like that, right?

Suddenly Steve burst through the door. “Y/n, I heard screaming what happened? He asked. You sigh. "Nightmare. This time you were in it.”

“Me?”

You nodded.”But it was awkward I guess. Anyways you look like you didn’t sleep.” He groans. "I didn’t. For some reason.” "What happened? you ask worriedly.

He sighs. "I died in my nightmare. By some creepy monster thing. I know i died because when his creepy hand covered my face, i woke up."

You frowned. "It was only a nightmare. I can't lose you, Steve." He blushed."I can't lose you either, Y/n." You smile, both of you leaned in when you both stopped.

"Did you hear that? He asks you. You nodded. "Should we check? I mean, nobody else is here right-" Suddenly, you swore you were knocked out because when you woke up, You were in the upside down once more.

"Steve? You whimpered, wondering further from the bedroom. You needed to find out what was going on. "He isn't here, A familiar voice spoke.

How come you recognized the voice? Then, it hit you. The voice belonged to 001, or Vecna. Bu wouldn't his voice be deeper if he were in his true form?

"I'm not using my real form, Y/N. I don't plan on scaring you unless i need to."

001 stepped forward, his white clothing drenched in blood. You were definitely scared. "Whose blood is on your clothes? You ask, softly. 001 chuckles. "Your lover's."

My lover? You thought, before realizing he meant Steve. "No! What did you do? You yell, before being held back by vines, while he comes closer.

There, you saw his body. Steve, his eyes now lifeless while being covered in blood, his blood. You held back tears before breaking down and crying.

"Why did you kill him? You sobbed, while Peter goes on your level, lifting your chin with his finger. "So i can have you, Vecna responds. "I did this for you, everything. You're not grateful?"

You scoffed. "You murdered Steve!" Looking smug, 001 replies, "For you. For us. He said some horrible things, lustful things." You frowned. "Steve isn't like that."

001 chuckled. "Well, Y/N, he has been keeping his lust from you." You shouldn't believe him, 001 was dishonest after all. However, knowing Steve's past, You kind of did believe 001.

You mumbled, "He would never." 001 chuckled. "You're so loyal to someone who only uses you for your body, Y/n. How foolish." Boldly, You snapped, "You don't know him like I do."

Peter laughed.”And you know him better? He just wants to fuck you. Steve hasn’t changed and I did you a favor. Now you’ll be mine.”

His grip on you was so strong, What choice did you have? If you refused, He’d kill more people you loved.

You sighed.”fine. But don’t hurt my loved ones anymore.” Peter replies,”I don’t plan to.”

#slight yandere?#yandere peter ballard #henry creel x reader #001 stranger things #001 x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things x reader #yandere 001 #steve harrington x reader #roommate!steve harrington #vecna x reader #peter ballard x reader #yandere #yandere henry creel #tw yandere

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hopelesswritergall · 2 years

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how about some yandere Peter mothatuckin Ballard?

The lab

Summary: A regular day for you and your slightly manipulative boyfriend. You are an orderly here.

A/N: Thank you so much! It was really fun to write and although it is a bit short i hope you like it. I'm still new to writing yandere and writing in general, so feedback is welcome. Reblogs appreciated. Should i use Peter Ballard or Henry Creel as his name for future fics?

Italics is just your thoughts.

The moment you stepped though the door, there was going to be no way back. Although, you did not know this yet. Thinking it would be just like a normal job. You were wrong on that. Never would you have imagined that you would look after kids with some kind of superpowers. You couldn't leave the lab for more than 15 minutes, just enough for some fresh air and to pick some flowers. These breaks led to your daily flower pick moments. No surpise then that this place led to your guys meeting each other.

"Have i seen you before?'' You looked up from the grass to see a young man standing there. Wow, he was handsome. "I don't think so, I have only arrived here a few days ago and just started to settle in." You answered. "Well allow me to introduce myself then, my name is Peter." He held out his hand. "Y/N." I took his hand and got up from the grass. "Very weird question Peter, but do you know what time it is? I asked. "Quarter past 12, why?" As his mind began to work he realized the break times. "Ah, you started at 12 I suppose?" "Mhm, now it was lovely to talk to you and I hope to you soon!" You quickly cleaned your outfit of all the grass and hurried back inside. Peter couldn't help but to smile at your antics.

"Eleven?" you called out while you entered the rainbow room. You didn't have to wait long for her to respond. Well not a verbal response but more a run into your legs at full speed response. "Wow, slow down. I'm not leaving" You joked as she slowly started to loosen her grip on you. You have only been here for a few days but you bonded so quickly with Eleven that it felt like you have known her your entire life. "What you want to do? Draw, chess or maybe the toy cars?" you asked her. "Draw please."She mumbled. "Well then off we go!"

This is how it went for a couple months. Wake up, watching over kids, break time with Peter, watching over kids, dinner, shower and go to sleep. Everything seemed normal to you. Not to Peter. Over the months he slowly started to fall for you, he felt the need to protect you. Like you were fragile, a doll. He watched out for you in multiple aspects. He helped you witch hiding flowers if you brought some for the children, he kept track of the time when you where out, he made sure you always had food if you were sick and he protected you if the other orderly people made some remarks towards you. You did not know the last point, but that was alright with him. He knew that you would appreciatie it. With the Soteria in his neck he couldn't use his powers but he still had his mind games and damn were they successful. Not only towards you but also towards everyone else. He was head over heels for you, maybe just a bit too much...

You started to notice his protective services when you noticed Mark( another orderly) started to keep his distance from you when you were both working in the same room. "Mark?"you called out. "Are you alright?" He quickly started nodding saying that nothing was wrong. You just found it peculiar, in the last week you've chatted a lot with him. Peter entered the room about 20 minutes later. "Mark, Brenner asked for you." He stared at Mark until he was gone. "You alright Y/N?" He asked as soon as he saw your eyes becoming a bit red. "Not really, Mark has been avoiding our conversations today. "Strange, i'll talk to him Y/N don't worry." He said while holding you to his chest so you could relax. Head on his shoulder you didn't see the glimmer in his eyes when he said talk to him. If you had noticed maybe Mark wouldn't have died due to unknown reasons.

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yandere-kokeshi · 10 months

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— Yandere Peter B. Parker Masterlist

Gn platonic-kid is from another universe and Peter was their bio-dad in their universe

#kokeshi!!#yandere masterlist #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere spiderman #yandere spider man #yandere spiderverse #yandere peter ballard #yandere peter b parker #the icons are not mine #they belong to their rightful owners

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stxrryk · 2 years

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yandere peter ballard x fm!reader ...◠ ☆◝

He felt so alone before you walked into the lab, his routine was the same every time, he never got excited about anything until you showed up.

Well, from the first time he laid eyes on you, he knew you had something different from other people. Sometimes he thought of getting inside her mind and knowing her deepest thoughts. After so much time watching you, he was desperate for your touch, your affection even if Dr Brenner wouldn't allow it. Even if you didn't allow it. He didn't care if you thought the same as him, Peter just wanted you.

He then made a plan, not a very good one obviously. He's come up with a way to manipulate Eleven, even though he's done it before you. So it was a matter of time before he deceived you and managed to take you with him.When that happened, he wasn't more than happy to see him. You were sleeping in his room, lying on his bed like an angel. An angel that he would have to take him from the heavens to live in the depths of hell with him, even if it was the force.

#peter ballard #stranger things #peter ballard x reader #henry creel #screw your prejudice #I love him </3 #yandere henry creel x reader #yandere peter ballard #yandere peter ballard x fem!reader #stranger things hcs

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inventiveintrovert · 2 years

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Sooo.... Hello everybody so I made a yandere 001-Peter Ballard/Slightly yandere 000!Reader(Y/N) Sorry not sorry.

Spiced it up with 40s/50s/80s music for Stranger Things vibes!

So if anybody is writing about Peter Ballard here you go!!

Art belongs to me!!

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floatyflowers · 2 years

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Yandere Husband! 001 (Vecna) x Reader

You are the biological daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner.

You don't have any powers, yet you help around the lab.

All the children love you and consider you their older sister, not just because you are Dr Martin Brenner's daughter, but also because you are kind to them.

You are sometimes even able to convince your father to take it easy on them.

That's what attracted 001 to you, he didn't feel like you are faking it.

That's your true nature, not like his parents, who were according to him, just faking it.

But, you are truly a sweet person.

He would watch you in secret sing every child to sleep with your gentle voice, which made him jealous.

He wanted you to only belong to him.

So, 001 didn't waste any time on using his manipulative skills to make you fall in love with him.

You didn't see his true evil intentions, you only saw him as a handsome gentleman who cares for the children as you do.

Adding to that, you never had the chance to have any boyfriend.

Which made it easy for 001 to convince you to marry him in secret.

"What if Papa finds out about this?"

"Don't worry, he won't"

You two at the time just said the vows and considered yourself husband and wife.

Of course, your meetings would get more difficult with time.

Which made 001 think of a way to escape this place, and take you with him.

But, he also wished to get rid of everyone.

And the answer was Eleven.

However, things turned out bad when you saw him murder the children except for Eleven.

001 tried to convince you that you, him and Eleven could run away together, and become a family.

But, that only made you and Jane feel betrayed.

You felt betrayed that he has been hiding the fact that he is Henry Creel the boy who murdered his sister and mother.

There's no way, you, him, and El could become a family.

Jane then used her powers on 001 in fear that he might hurt you.

She killed him.

Or did she?

As 001, now Vecna, won't stop at anything until he gets you back.

Whole work: ao3

#001 #vecna x reader #stranger things x reader #yandere stranger things #love #hate #manipulation #tw: toxic relationships #peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader

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edb954 · 1 year

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The Secret (Henry/Peter/001 x reader)

(Au: You and Peter had a secret relationship in the lab and after a night of roughness. You soon find out your pregnant and with a help one of the other nurses you get free from the lab. Only for a few months later for Peter to find you...)

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x Reader

(Warning: Pregnancy, getting sick, a lil spicy and a lil dark, Fluff, angst)

"Y/n? Are you feeling alright?" Katherine one of the nurses and a good friend you worked along with asked.

"I-I'm not sure.." you replied

"Why don't you come out, when your done and I will take you home." She said.

Once, it was time to leave you were in the car with Katherine sting to your house.

"How long as this been going on." Katherine asked.

"A few weeks, I originally thought it was a stomach bug or something b-but now I don't know what it is."

"How about I do a pregnancy test because, y/n getting sick could be 'morning' sickness for the reason that it can hit you at any moment of the day and I say this with all do respect it is just from what I know about pregnancy your stomach being a little more bloated than before." She explained.

"I was afraid of that.. if I am actually pregnant what am I going to do? Brenn-"

"I will deal with Brenner, we will figure it out after I run the test tomorrow. Then we will figure it out okay?" I sighed and nodded. Turning to look out the window.

Well, tomorrow came sooner then expected. You had just taken the sample for Katherine to test it as of now you were waiting for the results. About an hour later Katherine came in.

"Well.. congratulations Y/n you are pregnant." She said, as you started to tear up.

"What am i going to do?" You broke down sobbing "I can't go back Br-brenner will kill me, he will kill Henry as well omg what how am I going to do th-" "y/n look I will deal with Brenner. You won't be going back to the lab and my mother works in a secrade hospital not far from Hawkins. I will take you there for your appointments and when you give birth. And wait did you say it was Henry's child?" She said/asked. You nodded sobbing even more as she hugged you comforting you.

"It will be okay, I promise.. I just didn't know you two were that close. I mean I knew something was going on but-" "it started not long after I started working at the lab, from what went from little chats, to secret kisses, led to more so much more.. I fell for him.." I said answering all her questions. She nodded and made me look at her.

"We are going to do this. I promise everything will be alright. You just have to trust me. And not get so worried and stress and I know it's hard do to the circumstances but it's not good for you or the baby." You nodded as she pulled you into a hug.

That's when you knew you felt protected and finally had a true best friend for life.

(And she was your best friend for life as well as the godmother/aunt of your child!)

(1 year later)

Katherine was right everything was alright. You as well as Katherine ended up quitting the lab it turned out Brenner was going to fire you anyways and Katherine used a 'excuse' saying she had family emergency that she had to leave. Over the course of your pregnancy, Katherine took you to your appointments as promised. She even did a little baby shower for you revealing you were having a girl! You also made her cry surprising her with being the godmother. And October. 25, 1978 Hayley Grace L/n was born and you couldn’t be more happier. Though you did wish Henry was there with you through the whole pregnancy..

Now, Y/n was currently in the living room resting while, she was reading a new book

While, her 3 month old daughter Hayley was sound a sleep in crib. It was hard and it did make fear a very common feeling knowing Dr. Brenner was still out their. Though Katherine has confirmed multiple times that he has forgotten about you. You still had fear, fear that he would find out about yours and Henry's child, and take her away while harming or worse killing you along the side. Fear that Henry is going to come.

You did fall for Henry and loved him but, he was very possessive, harsh at times... back in the lab, you couldn't have a conversation with any of the other staff more so the male staff or there would be consequences, jealousy, possessiveness, lying, manipulation, controlling, Brenner always having an eye on him... there was always something about him you always were wary about but, you still fell for him.. hard.. no matter all of the clear warning signs..

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard crying from Hayley's room. You quickly got up and went to check on her. Turning the knob going over to her crib, only for a hand to grab your wrists and the other over your mouth. The persons lips kissed from your shoulder blade, to your neck, up to your ear.

"I promised, I would always find you..." you gasped hearing the voice of the man you thought and slightly hoped to never hear again.

You slowly turned around with your hands still gripped to the crib. Meeting his perfect blue eyes in the pitch black room.

"Have to admit you have quite the life.. but I never expected you to break my rules... darling.." Henry said looking at the crib. Your eyes widened at that action as well as shocked that he did not know she was his daughter.

"H-Henry please can we talk outside.. p-please.." You asked in a shaky voice. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in to your ear.

"God, I missed hearing you beg.." he whispered seductively making you shudder. "But lead the way darling."

You both walked out of the room and into your room only for him to slam you into the wall with his hand around your neck.

"So who's is it? You know what I can do darling.. your mine! No gets to have you except me."

"So does that mean you would kill your self?" You asked, looked at you confused before slow loosening his grip so you could continue.

"Do you remember before, I left how I wasn't feeling well?" He nodded. "Well, it wasn't a stomach bug like we had thought. The one afternoon not long before we got off, Katherine who I worked with in the infirmary room has found me in the ladies room. That night when we got off, she drove me home. The following day she ran a pregnancy test on me.. it came back positive." He looked at you in disbelief.

"The child is mine?" He asked.

"Who else's would it be?" I asked.

"And I left because I was afraid. Afraid how you would take it.. but more importantly I was afra-terrified of what Brenner would do to us and our baby, I didn't want to stay there and have our child be taken away, tested on, both Of us murdered."

Before you could continue his lips smashed onto yours harshly and passionately. You pushed him away, only to bring him back into the kiss. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him as he walk you both over to your now soon to be shared bed as he laid you down climbing on top of you.

That night you both reconnected in a way that no words could bring into perspective. Close to each other once more.

The next morning, you woke up in strong arms wrapped around you as well as some one kissing your shoulder. You turned over to see him. Though the moment did not last long when you heard crying. You got up and put on your under garments as well as your robe.

"Why don't he get dressed and meet your daughter." You said looking back at Henry with a smile before leaving.

You heard the door creak open more and turned around while holding Hayley to see Henry. He slowly walked up to you looking at you then to the little girl in your arms.

"Hold out your arms." You said seeing him hesitate for a moment before doing so.

You placed Hayley in his arms seeing as he tensed as you did. Only to see him relax and you knew that it was official he knew she was his. Knowing of his powers once he's close to them.

"Her name is Hayley Grace L/n.. I didn't really know what to put for her last name so I took the safer route or the safest one and put mine." You spoke while admiring there interaction.

You saw Hayley's little arm stretch outward grabbing onto his finger with her blue eyes looking up at him while he did the same.

You see her yawn he gave you Hayley back as you started to rock her to sleep. As he came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist watching the two of you as your daughter fell back to sleep.

And, for once, Henry Creel felt like he had everything he wanted.. forgetting about his original plans.. he finally had a family who wanted him for him. Not caring about his powers, no judgment.. just love. He finally saw the good in the cruel world for once and nothing will come in between that or his family..

Word count: 1636

(A/n : I FRICKKEN LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT! IT US SO CUTE I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT!!)

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♫ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 — 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street +18 (Request)

Dom!Vecna x Dark!Virgin!Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey this is a request I took from a friend who loves the idea of Vecna as I do so I decided to write this. I made Vecna a kind of hybrid of Peter and Vecna so that it’s still has that monsterfucking aspect along with some human properties as i do not know Vecna’s full anatomy (also i just love jaime’s face)☺️ This will be like a diary entries of an anthropologist who slowly descends into a path of darkness.The diary will be first person but after it’ll be second point of view. Also I use the words “vines” and “tentacles interchangeably. Part 2

Summary: Banished to the world that has now became “The Upside Down”, Peter/Vecna marks his first victim an anthropologist with morbid curiosity. But when she shares his same philosophy, he finds himself wanting her by his side.

Word Count: 2.9k+

Warnings: mention of murder(s), morally ambiguous reader, loss of virginity, blood kink, use of tentacles (sexual), anal sex, choking, pain kink, spanking, vaginal penetration, corruption kink, spit as lube, degradation kink, doggystyle, drooling, tummy bulge, breeding kink, creampie, uses of names like “sir”, “master”, “king”, cum eating

June 16, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’ve seen him again today. Vecna. That’s what I call the monster that haunts my dreams. I’d accidentally fallen asleep from exhaustion for a split second and next thing I knew I was back in his lair. Whenever I’d close my eyes, he’d be behind them. Waiting. I’ve fought to stay awake ever since. He’s threatened to show me my “true nature” or so he puts it. Somehow knowing my true self scares me. I know I’m not like other my age. I’ve always had a fascination for things that are strange which only increased the moment I saw him.

Vecna looks pained. Like someone’s hurt him in the past. I found myself wanting to know who could have hurt monster like him. Yet from what I understood he was once man. A man who had his on motivations and his own ideals that were slowly ripped from him and banished from human society. Now he was a former shell of himself. Part man, part other worldly being seeking revenge and power. It’s like I could feel his every emotion. Like I know his story. I dare say that I sympathize with the entity.

June 20, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’d managed to close my eyes again. I don’t fear being dragged into his reality. I’ve embrace it. I’m still alive. I assume there must be some reason why he wants me alive. Maybe I could find him. Any chance I’d get to be in his world, I would commit every detail of the strange dimension, The Upside Down, to memory. I’d draw the details and displayed them on my wall. I’d stay up late nights going down a rabbit hole researching and looking into random experiments done in Hawkins hoping it’d mean I’d find him soon. I think he’s finally taken ahold of my mind. I welcome him.

June 30, 1983

Dear Diary,

Strange things are frequently happening in Hawkins. Murders, people disappearing, sightings of cryptid creatures. I know it’s him. He’s getting powerful. I could feel him getting powerful. It…excited me. I’ve never been so interested in learning about a person’s life the way I do now. To think that a human could be so powerful? Would be considered human at all since he’d been born with these gifts? I’d like to think that he could feel me, too. That he understood my devotion to him. That I’d only ran away and kept myself from sleeping because I was scared to know who I really am. But he’s shown me that gradually over time.

None of the research I’ve done in university could ever match what his existence. I want to know him now more than anything.

July 1, 1983

There it was in front of you. A gate to The Upside Down beckoning you to enter. It’s a hidden hole in a tree surrounded by a wet sac. You enter not even thinking of the consequences. This will be the first time you’ll get to see him physically so consequences be damned. You break through the slimy barrier. The cold wetness of the unidentifiable substance coating you and your scantily clad red dress.

Once you made it through, an immediate chill goes down your spine. You know he’s close. You explore the grounds, taking note of every sight. It looked just like your worlds except dark. You speculated that through this shadow world this was how he accessed his victims.

You walked through the streets searching for the street where your home lies. Not surprisingly, your home was in fact there. You walked through the doors. The atmosphere eerily still. Looking around, it’s like nothing changed. You notice a light under the door frame of your room upstairs. It grew bright. Tiptoeing up the steps, the floorboards creek underneath your bare feet. Your heart racing.

Once you’ve reached the room, you lower yourself down attempting to look under the door frame. No movement, just blinding light. You stand up, grip the knob, take a breath, and then slowly turn it. The light flickers as you walk through the room.

You notice your diary rested on your bed. You pick it up, flipping through it’s pages. It’s all of the entries you’ve written since the beginning of his mark on you. It’s practically duplicate.

Suddenly, the air shifts and you were sure you were alone anymore. Wet, heavy footsteps thumped against the floorboards. You don’t dare to turn to look. Even as the slick appendage wrapped around your neck, you remained still. You hear his rumbling growl.

“Y/N.” He says, turning you slowly to look at him. His voice, an overlay of a growling beast mix with a hint of his original innocent voice. His facial features part man, part creature. You could tell he was handsome with enticing lips and bright blue eyes. The other part of him was of this strange world. Dark, wrinkled wet skin almost reptilian and flesh in texture. He donned white clothes that had been torn and darkenedfrom what appeared to look as if he were struck by lightning. Several tentacles extended out and around him like extra limbs. Both sides of him were gorgeous and you could feel yourself weak at the knees at this discovery.

“My king.” You moaned.

He looked as if he was psychoanalyzing you in his head, trying to pick you apart. Were you here to serve him? The answer was yes. You were his to use. You spent years wanting to figure out the nuances of humanity and once you realized it, it only made you want to seek something new. Exciting. Morally corrupt. He was exactly who you needed.

“King?” He questions with a head tilt, releasing his grip from your neck.

You take this as an opportunity to show your worth to him. You fall to your knees, bowing your head and hands flat on the ground. You look up at him with admiration. “I understand. I know what you feel and how you think. For years, I’ve studied humanity. I’ve seen the things we’re all capable of. We are not perfect. We are destructive, cruel, irredeemable. That is why I give myself to you and will hang on every word you say. I want you to teach me to be in your light. To serve by your side and fulfill your every wish. I want to be perfect for you. Please claim my body as yours to use however you like.”

He takes a step closer to you, tilting your chin up with an elongated finger. “Such a needy little thing you are. Typical of you humans. Always wanting regardless of if it’s bad for you,” He pulls his cock from his confines. It’s hard and the tip leaking precum. It was large in length smooth, slimy, reptilian skin but appeared like the average male anatomy. “Go on. Show me how you’ll serve me.”

You take his harden member in your hand taking in its beauty. You’d never seen a man like him. You settled with the idea that he would be the one to take you precious flower. He was worthy of corrupting the purity you’ve tried to maintain.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, sucking hard. You earn a grunt from him. This makes you want to hear more. Lowering your mouth down to the base, you swallow around him. He looks so beautiful above you, watching you take his down your fragile throat. He couldn’t wait to rip you apart on his dick and show you how to be taken and trained properly.

A tentacle slithers between your legs. You spread them wider wanting to show your submission to him. He just under your panties. You could feel the slimy suction of the feeler caressing the inside of your thigh. It light goosebumps against your skin at its texture. You gag around him, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Mm, you’re so greedy for me. I’m sure you wouldn’t care that I’ve killed before. Your life could be in danger right now and yet you still lust for cock. You’re such a greedy, fucking whore.” He slaps a tendril-like limb against your ass hard, the wetness causing the contact to sting even more. You choke against him.

The limb between your leg teases your clothed pussy before pushing the soft cotton of your underwear to the side. He flicks your clit back and forth, the suctions on the vine catching it over and over.

Your eyes roll back. “Thank you, sir.” You mewled, stroking his cock while you moaned out and ground against the thick appendage.

He pulls you by your hair and yanks your mouth back onto him. “Did I tell you to stop? Now I’m going to rut into your throat until it’s raw.” Wrapping two tentacles around your hair like pigtails, he drives your mouth down his length over and over. You’re forced to continue to breathe through your nose. His hips moving into your mouth so rough you could feel him in your esophagus. The limb playing with your clit rubbing harder against you. It was borderline painful.

“Look at how wet you are,” He pulls himself from between your legs even with the wet texture of his skin, you can evidently see your creamy slick against the dark blue tendril. “You enjoy being treated so poorly. I can let all my frustrations on you and you’d take it.” He pulls your mouth off him by your hair. Groaning when he sees the lines of saliva connecting his cock to your tongue, break off and drip down you chin and chest.

“Yes, master. I love to be used and ruined by you.” You say with a gasp. He shoves himself down your throat once again while thrusting the vine inside you. You cry out. You hadn’t expected penetration so suddenly. He was just at the barrier if he thrusted further you’d officially be his.

“Sit.” He commands you.

You adjust yourself, shifting at the knee so that you could take him deeper. You’re mouth yanking away from his cock once more. The barrier is finally broken and you stutter out a groan. “F-fuck!”

He maneuvers in and out of your quivering pussy, groaning at its tightness. You look down between your legs watching the extender inside you. There was blood trickling down your thighs. He was fascinated by the sight, pulling himself out of you and tasting the salty, warm liquid. His eyes glimmer with a newfound interest.

He tears off your dress and panties from you in one swift tug, your body completely bare. You instinctively cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but notice how innocent you looked under him. Like a little lamb put up for the slaughter. But you had offered yourself to him. You asked for this. So how innocent were you really?

He rips your hands away. “Do not hide yourself, little one. You belong to me.” His vine coils around your neck lifting you off your feet and slamming you against the bed. You were like a rag doll in his grasp, biting your lip at the feeling of being manhandled. You’re flipped over, forced on your hands and knees. You can hear him fumbling with his clothes. You peep over your shoulder to witness his full body which also bore resemblance of that of man and creature.

“You’re so beautiful, master. I can’t wait to have you against.” You moaned, rolling your hips in anticipation.

He smacks your ass once again then entwining an extended limb around your waist and pulling you against him. He plunges himself deep into your walls, bottoming out in one swift move. You wail, gripping the sheets in front of you. He forces your face down into the mattress while your ass remained high in the air. It was angled just in the right position for him to pummel into your wetness over and over. His grunts above you mixing in with your whines.

“So fucking tight. I’ll ruin this cunt so that no other man can have you.” He growls, smacking your ass once more. You can feel the extenders slithering all over your body caressing every part of your skin and tweaking your nipples. The suctions on them lighting goosebumps against your skin. He spits at your puckered hole rubbing a thumb at the entrance then you recognize the familiar slimy, wiggling of the tentacle penetrating your anal cavity.

He thrusts in and out of it in time with his hardness driving into your pussy. You rise up on all fours again, your tongue sticking out, panting and drooling at the pressure of being filled in both holes. “Holy fuck! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.”

He mercilessly pounds into you, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flushed against his chest. “This is your role now. You are to take everything I give you. Everything. You’ll serve as my queen. Never to question me. Do you understand?” He whispered into your ear. He sounded so fucking sexy. His voice strained from the moans he held back so that he could speak his commands explicitly.

“Yes, master. Yes, my king. I will take it all.” I throw it back against his cock and the tentacle. They stretched both holes with a mix of pain and pleasure. You want to prove to him you can handle it with ease.

“You’re such a fucking whore. You’ve come here searching for trouble. You beg for me to take you. Then you sacrifice your whole life up there just for a taste of my cock. You’re despicable.” He smacks your ass.

“I’m filthy, sir. A fucking degenerate. I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to mold my whole world into your liking.” He pounds harder and it’s as if he’s got even more inches of himself to give to you.

You can feel him sloshing around inside, knocking at your insides and forming a bulge at your belly. You press it causing the two of you to hiss at the action. He swivels his hips making certain that he hits every square inch of you. His length nudges at the small, fleshy button inside you repeatedly. It felt as if he’d touched that part of you from both entrances, the tentacle flicking inside you back and forth.

Your drawn out groans are now, short gasps of air. “I’m gonna fucking cum. You’re so amazing, master!”

He rubs at your clit, the suctions pulling at your clit. You were beginning to feel delirious at this point. It was all so much and you knew that you’d finally lost any sense of sanity, you once had. A wave of bliss takes over you and you can feel yourself gushing, the evidence of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and his cock.

“Mmm,” He moans, witnessing your creamy slick and blood make a mess of your lower bodies. He pumps sloppy, long strokes into your pussy. “Would you like to be filled to the brim, hmm? Make you drip with my cum.”

“Please fuck your babies into me. I wanna be round and full and take all of it inside. I don’t want to waste a single drop,” You fucked back against him faster, ruining his pace. You were set on him cumming in you and you could feel another orgasm beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Hurt me, master. Just the way you like. I know it’s what you need to cum. I’ve studied you. All so that I know how to please you. Please hurt me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He knew you could take the pain. His thrusts returned to the same force that crossed the line between pain and pleasure. He bites at your shoulder, choking you simultaneously. Your air supply had been cut off; you were getting dizzy. Your orgasm was approaching soon and you crawled at the tentacle that constricted your throat. He pounds into your sweet spot once again and a cry rips from his chest and you both tremble against one another. You both arrived at the same time. You felt as if you were dying the orgasm that shook through you so powerful, your wetness shot out like a sprinkler, wetting the bed.

His cum is hot as it paints your walls white inside you. He continues his thrusts to the point of overstimulation wanting to make sure his essence remained deep inside you. Vecna lets go of your body and you immediately collapse against the mattress. Your face down and ass still in the air as you heaved for air. He stares down at your quaking core which had been coated with a mixture of your blood and juices as well as his cum that began to seep out. He takes a finger gathering it and you turned your head to the side to face him, sticking your tongue out. He runs his finger back and forth against your tongue until you clasp a finger around it and sucked.

He removes his finger, patting and rubbing you on the head. You accept the warm embrace, nuzzles your head into his hand. “I knew you’d be the perfect queen. You understand.”

“Yes, my king. I’ve always known I was meant to serve you. I don’t care if you hurt others. You do it because you want you humanity to be better and recognize its deplorability.”

“You wouldn’t turn against me if I were to ask you to carry out an important mission?”

“No, sir,” You sit up, resting your butt on the bottoms of your feet. “I will do anything you say. I meant every word.”

“Then, there is someone whom I need you to bring to me?”

“Who?”

“Bring me the girl, Eleven. Alive.”

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Yandere Henry Creel (6/9)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

“My dear, it’s been so long since I’ve heard you. Seen you. Touched you.”

My eyes shot open. Immediately I went to scream, but it was like I was paralyzed with fear, frozen in place. Instead, my eyes flitted around the room. I was on the large, boyish bed, decorated with plush yet torn and sticky blankets. I don’t remember the upside down dream world being so disgusting. It was more alive than ever, and I hated it. But, what I hated most of all, was to my left.

Perched up on one elbow was Henry. He adorned a soft smile, but there was an amused glint in his eyes, as though he expected me to be instantly fearful. He was leaning on his side, eyes glazed over my form until we made eye contact. His fingers dangled over my stomach, trailing up my stomach to my chest and then to my collar bone roughly were my heart was underneath.

My mouth felt dry, even with the few vines that contracted above while a steady stream of slick liquid slid down the walls behind me. My gaze was glued to the man warily, and the only question that could escape was,” Who are you?”

He seemed taken aback, almost offended. His brows furrowed and he frowned, holding his hand right above my forehead. I went to scoot away, but as some of his veins were bulging lightly from his forehead, I was frozen in place. All my breath was stolen.

“How baffling. You know who I am, my love. What could’ve ever sparked such a stupid question…?” He paused, blinking. And then, all at once, he removed his hands. “…Ah. Those pesky children again.”

I panted furiously, and only then could I force myself up on my elbows and push myself into the wall. I pulled my knees to my chest. I was a complete and utter crybaby and always had been, so I was immediately moved to tears. Henry noticed this, and yet, he was no longer surprised. Just rather… irked.

The bed was pushed against the wall, and as Henry pushed himself closer, he cornered me. He sat on his knees, his soft hands pressing onto my exposed knees. He leaned forward, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. He continued to stare intently into my eyes before he sighed sadly.

“My dear… Do not be so afraid of me. I’d never hurt you and you know this.”

He reached his hand toward me cheek, but I jerked way, gritting my teeth. However, he only grunted in annoyance as his nostrils flared. My head ended up sticking to his hand regardless and my skin crawled indecently. He was so warm and he looked so handsome. He was a devil in disguise and he was a monster. And yet, as my heart beat within my chest, it wasn’t just out of terror and I knew it.

He smiled fondly, and it was like he could read my thoughts. He scooted even closer, other hand massaging my knee. My nightgown had ridden up my legs completely, allowing him to slide his fingers down my calves and thighs. “I’ve missed you. And I know you’ve missed me, too. Haven’t you, my dear? Tell me you missed me so.”

My mouth became clammy. I didn’t miss him. But the fact that I had to do a double take, wishing so badly to melt into a warm puddle and bask eternally with the angelic man - it filled me with guilt and even more tears pooled into my eyes. A muted sob escaped.

Henry sighed for the umpteenth time. He drew circles on my cheek and brought his other hand. He hushed my sobs gently, not only vocally, but by squishing my cheeks together and forcing my mouth to shut. My lips were puffed out between his fingers and he eyed them greedily.

“You are in denial, it seems. This wretched world has made me out to be the villain, but we both know it isn’t true,” he seethed through gritted teeth, his entire composure shifting into something tense and angry. He glared at my lips, right through me. “If you didn’t miss me, why do you still look whenever you hear my name, hoping it’ll be me the stranger is referring or talking to? If you didn’t trust me, why do you struggle so with convincing yourself that I was in the wrong?”

He paused, fury dissipating only to be replaced with a smug smirk. He leaned closer. His eyes fluttered in anticipation and I felt his warm breath against my lips. He tilted his head, noses grazing past one other but not yet closing the gap.

“If you didn’t love me still, so very unconditionally, why haven’t you opened your heart to others?”

An excuse shot out instantly, a hiccup forcing me to stutter,” Because I’m b - busy.”

Henry chuckled lowly and shook his head, almost demeaningly. “We both know that’s not true. We both know how that vile Harrington boy looks at you. And yet, you choose not to see it. Not to mention… that man from earlier was ogling you so very much. And Robin has complimented you far too often to be coincidence. Men and women alike flock to you, worshipping the earth you walk on, and yet, your thoughts turn to me.”

“Because I’m scared, Henry.”

He seemed to melt, and a sigh of ecstasy escaped his lips. His azure eyes carried so much care and love, it made it hard not close to distance and kiss him passionately. He seemingly ignored my thoughts and wishes, much to my joy, instead prying further.

“Of what, my dear? I’d never hurt you and I’d never leave you willingly. I love you and you know this.”

My heart beat erratically in my chest. My aze couldn’t help but flicker to his thin, soft lps. It had been so long since I’d kissed him. He’d been the only man or woman I’d ever kissed to this day, and perhaps I longed so for romantic involvement and that was the only reason that, even after all this time, I was unadulteratedly attracted to him.

The guilt was flooding my systems.

He almost killed Jacob, one who I considered to be my own child. My own flesh and blood.

And Jane, too, who was the reason the world had yet to come to an end after so many vile attempts from the upside down.

Life would not be so full if Henry had succeeded back then. Everyone would be unhappy or dead or both.

I was a terrible person.

“I’m scared, Henry. I don’t want to be as evil as a person as you for still loving you.”

At the same time, both of our eyes fluttered shut. The distance closed instantly and my arms wrapped around his neck. I opened my legs wide enough so that his chest could press against mine and my thighs hugged around his waist. Our lips met passionately in a kiss, one that was much needed and very missed.

He was that missing puzzle piece. And, whether or not he was but a figment of my imagination, a different sinister mastermind at worked, I loved Henry to this day. My hands greedily trailed lower and pawed at his uniform, grateful to feel the warmth of his flesh against mine. His hands also lowered, squeezing and massaging anything from my arms to my waist to my neck.

And it felt so lovely.

I suddenly pushed him away. As good as he made me feel, I couldn’t let the guilt consume me. It was slowly doing so, and I knew that loving him was wrong. He was a monster. And perhaps that made me one as well.

“What is it, my dear?” he muttered fondly chest heaving with breaths. He hardly gave our lips any distance at all, just enough so I could analyze every inch of his handsome expression and him with mine. I gulped more air down, and tears welled up in my eyes.

“Why can’t you just be good, Henry? Why must you do all this?” I croaked disparately.

He sighed, momentarily lost in thought. His eyes flitted away before returning immediately, something so very resolute lingering in his gentle orbs.

“For us, my love.”

I shook my head stubbornly. “No. We could have escaped and lived happily. There’s nothing wrong with being normal. We could’ve made it work as good, normal people. And yet, you chose to be evil. Evil never wins and you should know that by now.”

“Your friends may have won a few battles, but this time, I shall win the war,” he stated, confidence laced in his voice.

“Henry, it’s not too late,” I pleaded. “Just be with me. Stop all of the death and decay if this is even you that’s truly here. For all I know, it is but a hallucination that shall leave to my death. But, Henry, I will be with you in an instant if you stop this madness. Nobody needs to be hurt in order for you to find happiness.”

He tiled his head, a confused innocence lingering in his gorgeous blue eyes. He seemed genuinely baffled, asserting,” But I am happy, my dear. I am always happy if only you are safe and sound. I simply wish to protect you the best I can, and I can’t do that with all these pests crawling across the earth. I truly wish I could bend to your wants, but I can’t. I have been preparing far too long to abandon my plans of a perfect world —“

He suddenly seized up and his brows furrowed. His hands started trembling and he grit his teeth. He kept shaking his head and it was like the world around me was evaporating. Just like before, his skin was flaking and searing off. He outstretched a hand desperately, and I reached, so very confused.

“No, I haven’t finished speaking! Stupid child…”

The world around me faded. It was peaceful for a moment, and then, all of a sudden, I opened my eyes to see that I was so very close to the ceiling. A scream escaped my throat as my entire body collapsed and fell onto the bed. It was a comfortable fall as I bounced, but tears leaked from the sockets and I scrambled to sit up. I was panting and sweating profusely, and only then did I examine my surroundings.

Jacob, keeled over painfully with his trembling arm lowering, was at my bedside. My bedside lamp was on even though I specifically remember turning it off before bed. The moonlight bled through the curtains and I was in my own modern bedroom.

All my thoughts vanished and turned to Jacob. I grabbed at him and pulled him closer until he flopped onto the bed. He clutched at his head, writhing painfully. I shook and pawed at his shoulders, calling his name. He kept letting out grunts of pain.

And yet, slowly but surely, it subdued until he was but releasing labored breaths.

“Jacob…! What’s wrong?” I choked, pulling him onto his lap.

He grabbed at my nightgown and curled his knees to his chest. I heard him gasping for breath. “Vecna. He almost had you. J - just like what that girl went through. It was happening to you! You were going to die, a - and I tried to release you, and…”

It truly shouldn’t have been so sad to know that it wasn’t Henry appearing in those dreams. It was some other monster with world destruction in mind that was torturing me. Henry never would have hurt me. I knew then and there with certainty that he was dead, and all of the emotions that welled within my bosom was but a dream. A hallucination.

“I - I’m okay now,” I gasped. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow we’ll call Nancy to find what she learned… We’ll figure it out. We’ll be safe. I promise you, Jacob, I’ll never let anyone hurt you —“

“Ma, shut up!” he cried out sadly. “I’m stronger than you can ever be. I’m safer than you’ll ever be on your own because of my powers! I always have been. I’m not worried about myself. I never have been. I’m worried about you, ma. Every time one of these cruel monsters show up and try to kill you, it terrifies me. And it terrifies me even more to think that I could become one of those monsters because of my strength…”

Both of our sobs echoed the otherwise empty bedroom. Slowly, I pulled him further onto the mattress, comfortably so. And slowly, our sobs grew quiet and we fell into a very tense and light slumber for the rest of the night.

~~~

“Are you sure you would prefer to stay here instead, Eddie? We have a very large and spacious house,” I offered out of concern, once again sitting across from him.

Earlier that morning, Jacob was dead-set on us taking some food over because Nancy relayed the information to us. We’d stay for the afternoon, but otherwise, unless if Eddie accepted the offer, we’d head home soon. I could tell from how he pursed his lips that the man was tempted.

“You should!” Jacob exclaimed. “It would be nice to have someone help out when ma isn’t around. And it’s scary to go to sleep at night, well, because…”

Eddie quirked a brow, still having a mouth stuffed with a hoagie. “Why, L/n? Something wrong?”

We exchanged glances, and the joyous atmosphere grew cold and uneasy. I didn’t want to talk about what the monster used to lure me in. However, Jacob cleared his throat as Eddie’s eyes flitted between us.

“Ma almost died last night.”

“L - like Chrissy…?”

“Yeah, like her. Th - the lights started going off like crazy a - and I went to check on ma. She was floating in her room. I had to use my powers like Jane, even if it hurt a lot. She’s stronger than I am, so… But she barely made it, I think.”

“What happened?”

I blinked in surprise as Eddie directed his question at me. I could tell he was searching for an answer as to what happened to Chrissy, too, and my mouth felt dry. Jacob also stared at me, prodding more of an answer out of me. I hadn’t told him, either

I sighed, shaking my head. “I… saw… Henry. And it was like he was really there, but he couldn’t have been. Because he’s dead. And he never would have killed me… It was just a trick of the mind, something to make me become weak for the monster. I believe that… he uses one’s biggest insecurities and fears to catch them and kill them.”

“I’m sorry, ma. I wish I could’ve —“

“No, Jake. It’s hardly your fault.”

“U - um, and about the offer,” Eddie coughed insecurely,” if I, uh, wouldn’t be, uh, imposing… yeah, okay. That sounds good. It’s, uh pretty shi —“

“Eddie,” I scolded warningly.

“Ah! Ah, sorry. Stupid here. Better? Better. So, uh, can we just get going now?”

“Yes! Thank you, Eddie! God, I really want to show you some of the cool shi —“

“Jacob!”

“Sorry, ma. Cool stupid I bought.”

Eddie, seemingly for the first time in a while, a laugh bellowed from his throat ad he slapped his knees boisterously. He rocked the boat as he grabbed the hoagie bag and hopped out. I was still sending glares toward the two of them before sighing, helping Jacob out.

He got out with ease, but the moment I stood, I collapsed back to my behind. The boat was rocking furiously because of their energized exits. I gripped the boat dock to try and stabilize it, but suddenly, Eddie’s hand descended.

The other was tucked behind his back and he bowed slightly. He wore a charismatic grin and my eyes widened. In that moment, I couldn’t help but realize he was quite good-looking. But, I dismissed the thought and reached toward his, taking it.

All of his composure was destroyed as he clearly lacked upper body strength. However, I squawked and was awkwardly pulled from the boat. I ended up stumbling into him until I regained my balance. Eddie coughed and helped me, but Jacob just snickered.

As I pulled away, I noticed how his face flushed profusely. I also felt a burn at my cheeks and we both couldn’t look at one another. Jacob clasped his hands together, and with no other words exchanged, the two of us was ushered back to the car.

~~~

“Oh, uh, wow. You weren’t lying when you said this place was big,” Eddie commented, dawdling in the entrance awkwardly with his hands clasped behind his back. He greatly looked like he was in need of a shower, but I had yet to comment. “Uh, actually, let me tell Henderson the change of plans.”

Jacob was still fished with his shoes - and I made a mental note that he might need a larger pair now - as Eddie raised the walkie-talkie to his lips. He informed the group, and also told Nancy and Robin to hurry on over with what they learned. In the meanwhile, I walked into the living room and fished through the various records.

I knew that it was probably Eddie who was to blame for Jacob’s peculiar taste in music. There was a section of what people referred to as ‘trash metal,’ filled mostly with Metallica, W.A.S.P., and Dio. However, the other was filled with my taste in music. I lived for the fifties, but Elvis was my favorite. A section in the shelf underneath, though, buried away, was my mother’s old classical music records.

I hadn’t listened to them in years.

Instead, I picked up an Elvis record and started it up. The pair’s attention was caught and Jacob immediately groaned, causing me to glance at him in amusement. “Ma! Can’t we put on something cooler? Eddie’s here and he likes the same music I do!”

I chuckled, but Eddie immediately panicked, waving his hands exaggeratedly. “No, no, no uh, it’s alright. I’m also a fan of the, uh… Beatles.”

A grin broke out on my expression. Jacob deadpanned and I had to cover my mouth to prevent more laughs to escape. Eddie was dumbfounded and marched over to the record, sensing that something just wasn’t right. The moment his gaze landed on the record package, he gripped at his hair and sent me a grin.

“Uh, in my defense, their music is, like, the same.”

I shook my head, noticing that Jacob went to plop on the couch. He crossed his arms, eyes still pleading to put something ‘cooler’ on. I shrugged in defiance, returning my attention to Eddie. “Not at all! Evis is from the early fifties and onward, while The Beatles only started in nineteen-sixty. I like them both, but I adore romantic music. Frank Sinatra would have to be my second favorite singer.”

Eddie nodded awkwardly, crossing his arms tightly. “Uh, cool. Yeah, uh, this isn’t that bad.”

“Ma, this kind of music is stupid,” Jacob groaned in the fashion a teenage boy would. “Can’t we put on Metallica’s new record?”

Suddenly, All Shook Up started playing. I gasped and motioned for Jacob to stand up, but horror dawned on his expression and he scooted against the couch further. Eddie exchanged glances in confusion, but I kept beckoning for my kid.

“Oh, come on, Jake. You always dance with me to this one!”

“Ma, stop embarrassing me!”

I giggled and shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to dance all by myself, kiddo. Wouldn’t that be more embarrassing?”

Jacob was still pale in the face and calmed up instantly. I was about to twirl when Eddie once again lowered his hand to me, an impish grin and a blush pulling at his expression. His eyes flitted up to me. “Care to, uh, dance, little lady?”

I gasped in feigned shock and sent Jacob a knowing glance. “See, Jake? Your friend is quite sensible. I do accept, young man.”

He was very awkward and clearly wasn’t used to dancing. Out of embarrassment, Jacob fled to the scene, leaving me to lead the awkward man in a rather ridiculous dance. Giggles erupted as he stumbled over his footing, trying his best to keep up. I suddenly spun and dipped him. He squawked in fear, clearly winded, which only made me laugh further.

I Got Lucky started playing and I sighed in contempt, changing the entire beat. Eddie was starting to catch on, a grin returning to his face. I noticed he gulped, and he reached out. I gasped quietly as he pulled me in for a spin and dip, presuming it was the end of the song.

However, he held me in that dip. He gulped again, and I met his gaze. His face was bright red and I quirked a brow. The guilt was trying desperately to resurface, so I focused on the drumming beat of my heart.

“You know, uh, I technically shouldn’t be in high school anymore,” he stated.

He returned me to my straight position. I tilted my head, halting my movements. Curiosity peaked through and Eddie shoved his hands in my pocket. He kept attempting to make eye contact only to get too shy. My eyes prodded further, waiting for him to continue.

“Believe it or not, I’ve been held back. Several times,” he chuckled dryly, clearly waiting for me to become judgmental or something. He rubbed the back of his head, hair bouncing with each movement. “I mean, don’t go spreading rumors or anything, but I’m actually twenty-one.”

I gasped out of shock. He was almost my age, and that shocked me. He seemed like a nice fellow, so it made me wonder what the hell he could have done to daily so many grades consecutively. He shrunk away in embarrassment, clearly regretting that he ever admitted it in the first place.

“May I ask why? And, uh, I’m surprised I never noticed you in high school. You’re only a year or so younger than me, you know.”

He seemed taken aback, as though nobody had ever asked that. I tilted my head in curiosity. Almost embarrassed, he stated,” O - oh, I guess I’m just not that smart. And, uh, I noticed you, but I just never talked to you, so…”

“Why?” I continued.

He clammed up immediately, taking a step back. “O - oh, no reason. We were just in totally different social groups, so… I mean, I don’t know what, uh, Jake said, but I’m really not that confident. Uh, I mean, I ran when Chrissy died. And I was also too, uh, scared to ask this girl I was into in high school out. It’s pretty stupid, actually.”

I purged my lips as he anxiously trailed off again, still trying to maintain a charismatic smile. I mustered, for some reason quite bashful,” W - well, I’m sure you’re a smart guy. The teachers are probably just bad at their job, is all. And, uh, you’ll get used to this whole ‘Hawkins is a pit of burning fire’ thing soon enough. We all have. A little.”

Eddie grinned and nodded. “Thanks for that. Uh… Jake wanted to show me his room, so I should…”

“R - right!” I chirped. “I should actually clean up the guest bedroom for you and everything, yeah.”

“Oh! Uh, thanks. You’re, uh, a nice lady.”

I watched as he walked away, but all of a sudden, it was like the room darkened. In horror, I realized that it could be the time I met my demise if Jacob couldn’t help me. A scream bubbled in my throat in terror.

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Run Away With Me

Yandere!Peter Ballard/001/Henry Creel x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Possessiveness, Manipulation, Yandere Themes, Forced Relationship, Slight Brainwashing, Forced Pregnancy, implications of violence and murder.

summary: you were peter’s prime obsession, unknowingly. when you get caught for finding information and punished, he snaps.

⚠️SPOILER WARNING⚠️

tbh this one of my longest imagines💀

also I accidentally posted this privately so yeah had to start over 😭

tags: @ioveremus

You had been in the lab for as long as you could remember. Papa had been the one to raise you and the lab was all you knew.

Besides Peter of course. He was your only real friend until 011 came along. She was so sweet but a lot of the others picked on her.

“Good morning, 004, Papa spoke. You despised calling him that but he forced you to, like everyone else.

You said nothing and instead stood there like an idiot, but you’d rather be silent than saying something.

He just nods and leads you to the Rainbow Room. You behaved very well but only out of fear.

You knew what Papa Would do if you didn’t behave. You didn’t even know your name, just 004.

You knew your age, though. 18 years of this hell. You wished you knew your birth parents but they probably were killed and you stolen.

Sitting at the table, You decided to draw. It was your talent. You were one of the older experiments and that was for sure.

“Good morning, Sleepyhead.”

Peter stood there with a smile that seemed forced, but either way one on his face. “Good morning, You reply.

You only ever chatted with him or 011. You loved children but the ones here were a product of trauma and seemed, emotionless.

And most were assholes anyways. They picked on the ones who they thought were weakest, one being 011. You were picked on Growing up in the lab, a lot.

“You seem lost in thoughts, 004, Peter told you.”Is something wrong?” You sighed.”No, not… nothing’s wrong.”

He didn’t seem to believe you though. There was something wrong. But, it wasn’t what he would probably assume.

“Something bothering you, 004. I know it.”

You were breathing heavily, deciding to at least tell him half-truth. You didn’t like lying to Peter but at the same time, He wouldn’t like you as much anymore.

Oh were you wrong.

“I, um… did something bad, You whisper. “What do you mean? He whispers back. It was easier than he expected to manipulate you.

He had been since his obsession was blossoming over the course of months. You were one of the older ones, not too much younger than him.

He also found it cute how naïve you were, It wasn’t worrying to him but he did want to protect you.

“I disobeyed Papa, you whisper back.”I mean… I know he isn’t telling me the truth so… I decided to snoop.”

You were eighteen now, and even though you had been in this lab since birth you so badly wanted to escape.

There was something Peter was hiding from you. Your real name and birth. He knew this stuff being someone Papa trusted the most.

Your real name was Y/N, which was a very beautiful name. “You were just being curious, 004, Peter whispered.”Nothing wrong with that.”

You sniff.”Really?” He nods.”I’ve done it before. don’t worry.” This is why you had a crush on Peter, not for too long, about a month or so.

How did you even figure out you were 18? Again, from snooping. Nobody knew their age in the lab, they just grew up there.

But you really had to know

Suddenly, Papa came in and gave you a smile.”004, Can I speak to you?“ you gulp, and nod. You felt so intimidated by Papa.

In fact, You didn’t even consider him your father anyways. You take his hand and go into an different room.

You sat down, then he spoke,”004, What did you get into?” Technically, wasn’t it his fault he left his door wide open and file cabinet open too?

“N-Nothing, You murmur nervously, fidgeting with your fingers. Papa frowns.”You don’t have to lie to me.”

Despite being an adult, legally at least, He still treated you like a child and that bothered you. “I’m not lying, You insist.

“I know you’re lying, 004.”

For some reason, He knew you were lying. And if you weren’t in the mood to be punished, You’d read his mind.

“I’m not, I swear.. you whisper. You could tell he was Losing his patience with you. And the scariest part, Papa never lost his patience before. Or even showed he was losing it.

“Well 004, Whatever you found, is not true.”

You huffed, knowing what you found was true. “And if you don’t follow the rules, Papa Adds.”I’m going to have to punish you, 004.”

For once, You no longer felt fear and had a boost of confidence. “No! You insisted, standing up to go and run. You bursted the doors open and ran out.

You needed a way out, but not without Peter! You were stopped by Papa. And before you knew it, everything went black.

When you woke up, You were in your room. But something felt different. “004! Peter says, entering your room.

“Peter, what’s going on? You ask. “We need to leave with 011! He replies.”come on, you want to leave don’t you?”

“I do but, what about papa?”

Peter gives you a small smile.”we don’t have to worry about him anymore. Don’t you want to be set free?”

Your mind was telling you he was manipulating you, but you didn’t want to listen. You nod, he was so kind, and helpful. What could go wrong?

You noticed Peter was covered in blood and it looked like he fought someone. “Why are you covered in blood? You say nervously.

With an disturbing grin, Peter calmly responds,”Let’s say Papa won’t disturb you or punish you anymore.”

That could only mean one thing. Your eyes widened, stepping back into the cold wall. “Why? You ask.

“Don’t you see? He says.”I saved you, y/n.” “Y/n? You asked confusedly. “Your birth name, Peter says.”You know, we’re very much alike.”

“How? You don’t-“

He reveals that number on his arm, 001. The first subject that he told you little about. You gasped.

“See? We’re more like alike than you thought, He chuckles. “No, I don’t kill people for no reason! You spat.

“I did it for us Y/N! Don’t you know I love you?”

That shocked you, he loved you? Was this manipulation or did he truly love you? You wished you weren’t so naïve sometimes.

“You don’t love me, You tell him.”So that won’t work on me.” You tried your best to fight the tears as you saw a bloody mess in the hallway, and dread filled inside you.

There was Papa, He was Dead. Yes, it devastated you. But another half was relieved. The man that caused you so much trauma and others was gone.

Still, did he deserve to die this brutal? You sighed, going to the rainbow room to see if anyone was alive in there.

You gasped, nobody was alive besides one. El, a nickname I gave her and she seemed to like it. “El, You frown. She rushed over to you weakly.

You hugged her, and she hugs back. You felt a maternal instinct to protect her, you were her mother figure.

But also sort of a big sister if that made sense. When you saw the door open, you turned to protect El.

She was your main priority. “Stay away! You spat. Although he didn’t listen. “Oh 004, He cooed.”you will be mine.”

He was messing with your head. Of course he was. That was how he’d win you over. You tried not to.

“If you don’t come with me, 011 dies, Run Away with me, Y/n.”

Then you had no other choice to make. She had to live. You nod, taking his hand.

However, you should have never done that because 3 months later, you were pregnant by force.

#yandere 001 #peter ballard x reader #stranger things x reader #yandere stranger things #naive!reader #season four #spoilers #yandere peter ballard #001 x reader

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