#yandere 001/henry creel/ peter ballard

[usetheeauthor]

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.”

Tag: @stygianoir

[edb954]

Imagine you being Will’s and Jonathan’s Sister:

and Vecna/Henry/001 takes a liking towards you..:

SOMEBODY PLEASE WRITE THIS!

Also your Jonathan’s twin!

[mo0nfairy]

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.

[petersprincesss]

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.”

[berry-loves-yandere]

Saccharine pt.3

Yandere Stranger Things characters with an overly sweet darling headcanons:

Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver, Gareth Emerson, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, 001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationships, delusional characters, manipulation, bullying, drug mention, ED mentions

Chrissy Cunningham:

🎀  The first meeting is likely from her darling joining the cheer squad or basketball team

🎀  They’d become good friends due to both of them being kind people

🎀 Even though Chrissy is dating Jason, she can’t help but imagine what it would be like dating her darling even though she knows it’s wrong to imagine that

🎀 Would vent to her darling about different stresses in her life and her darling would probably just hug her as she cries

🎀  Her darling would be her safe space and they would think of her as their safe space

🎀  Her darling would likely try to slowly help her through her bulimia

🎀  Chrissy would feel more like she and her darling are dating than her and Jason because she feels more comfort and love with her darling

🎀 She’d be a bit delusional and think her darling is in love with her as well

🎀 Overall, she’s very harmless with a sweet darling and is probably just obsessed and a bit delusional

Jason Carver:

🏀  They most likely meet through his darling being Chrissy’s new friend on the cheer squad or his darling being the new guy on the basketball team

🏀 When they’re nice to him, he assumes that it’s just because he’s popular and that they aren’t a nice person

🏀  His opinion changes when he sees his darling being nice to ‘the freaks’ from Hellfire

🏀 He’d probably keep his darling away from the people he disapproves of and manipulates them

🏀 Has the basketball team keep people he hates away from his darling

🏀 Would make his darling spend a lot of time with him to the point where his darling is almost always with him

🏀 Once Chrissy passes away, part of him is happy because he could confess to his darling

🏀 Keeps his darling extra close to him once Patrick dies, saying that it’s just for his darling’s protection

🏀  Would be extremely possessive and knows his darling wouldn’t say anything about it

Gareth Emerson:

🥁 Like Eddie, he’d be very shocked due to him being considered ‘a freak’ by most people

🥁 If he becomes friends with his darling, he’d get very flustered and tongue-tied around them

🥁 Is a bit of a stalker with the reasoning that he just wants to know a bit more about his darling, he’s not a creep! Right?

🥁 Every time his darling so much as smiles his way, he becomes a blushing mess

🥁 Eventually he’ll be able to have normal conversation with his darling without getting too flustered

🥁 Would attempt to woo his darling which would probably make them laugh since he’d fail miserably

🥁 Wouldn’t mind his darling laughing at him since his darling is laughing

🥁 Would never take them against their will or do anything perverted like watching them change, he’s just obsessed and wants to know more about them

Jim Hopper:

🔫 The first meeting would be his darling helping Joyce after Will goes missing and reporting his disappearance with her

🔫  Being the sweetheart his darling is, they would probably bring some coffee and food for the police department to thank them for trying to find Will

🔫  After Will is found again, his darling would be helping Joyce with anything they can

🔫  Eventually, his darling is wrapped up with all of the odd things happening in Hawkins but their concerns remain on everyone else, especially the children

🔫 Would help Hopper take care of Eleven and treat her like their own daughter

🔫 Hopper would likely ask his darling out on the date to Enzo’s and they’re too nice to decline if they don’t like him in that way

🔫 He’d put pressure on his darling to end up living with him 

🔫 (If his darling is male or other) Hopper would make sure they were dating in secret

🔫 (If his darling is female) Hopper would guilt trip his darling into dating or even marrying him: ‘ For El’s sake.’ is what he’d tell them to seal the deal

Joyce Byers:

🧲 Would likely meet after Will goes missing and her darling tries to help find him

🧲 Her darling would be the emotional support system for her when Will is missing

🧲 Would request for her darling to help with things relating to Will after he’s found

🧲 She’d be very over protective over her darling and is always trying to make sure they’re okay

🧲 (If her darling is male) She’d probably try to get in a relationship with them through guilt tripping

🧲 (If her darling is female or other) She’d secretly get into a relationship with them, also using guilt tripping 

🧲 When she plans to move to Lenora, she requests that her darling comes with her

🧲 Wouldn’t do much but obsess over her darling and their safety

001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard:

🕷 They would meet inside of the lab with his darling either being a nurse or a helper

🕷 He’d find him slightly intrigued by their kindness towards all the children, especially Eleven.

🕷 Just like with Eleven, he’d manipulate his darling to trying to escape with him

🕷 Eventually, when his darling figures out he’s been lying and manipulating them, he’ll use his powers to threaten his darling

🕷 Eleven would help his darling escape Henry’s grasp before sending him to the Upside Down

🕷 He would be forever bitter without his sweet darling

[im-657-mv]

blue eyes

henry creel

[II] [III] [full]

word count: 723

Every night you always had a dream. Ever since you were 15 years old there wasn't a day when you didn't dream of him. A man in all white calling out to you. At first, you thought nothing of it, but when he was continuously there night after night in your mind, you decided this was something more, that he was something more.

He was tall and had perfect blue eyes. He was beautiful and the way he talked made your heart flutter. He always knew how to sway your mind. And he was always there, comforting you after all your troubles and problems you went through.

So every night you slipped into a sleep-like coma, expecting him, expecting Henry. And he was there. He was always there no matter what. He whispered sweet things into your ear while you sobbed into his all-white clothing. Tucking your hair behind your ear so as to not get into your eyes. He always said he loved your eyes the most.

"It's okay, my love... It will all be better soon. Plus, I will always be here, in your mind. No matter what."

He whispered caressing your face which soothed your broken state. Henry was right. He will always be here for you, no matter what because he has been already. Each night he has been here more than any of your friends. So you believed him. You looked up into his blue eyes and touched his face.

"Thank you..." You smiled as you leaned into him pressing your lips against his.

You pulled back away from him and took a closer at his facial features, trying to commit them to your memory. God you hoped he was real and not a figment of your imagination.

"You're real right?" You asked as Henry tried not to burst out laughing.

"Of course I'm real. And I promise we'll meet very soon."

"What does that mean?"

"Shh... Our time is up, my love."

______

You were frozen.

"Henry Creel is Vecna."

Those words... just four words were something that made you freeze completely. Your mind going into overdrive and your body starts to panic. Henry Creel was Vecna. The man that was in your dreams every single night. The man that was always there for you in every way. That man was Vecna.

"I know him..." you whispered to the group. You knew more than what you wanted to admit or tell them, but you had to say something, but not everything. You would never admit to loving him... that Vecna was someone that you called "my love".

You tried to look up at them, at someone, but you couldn't even manage to do that. You kept your head down and braced for the reaction of what you were about to confess to. And all their eyes were on you, waiting for what was about to be said.

"He... He was in my dreams. For a very long time... and we talked."

"You talked to him!" Steve practically yelled causing you to flinch just a bit.

"All he said was his name was Henry, he never said anything more about who he was. That he was... Vecna."

"Y/n did he ever talk about anything that's worth mentioning?" Nancy whispered trying to calm you down.

"Like if he had an evil plan to take over the world or something?"

"I don't think he ever said anything about his "evil plan". You told Dustin.

"Henry... I mean Vecna, never told me anything that hinted at him being a murderer. We never talked about that sort of stuff while we were together." You paused gaining some strength in your posture and voice. You just hoped that they wouldn't question you more on what you and Vecna actually talked about.

"All we ever talked about was me, and other things, but that's beside the point. He never told me about anything that he did outside my dreams." You breathed in and out of your nose, your senses finally calming down. But all of a sudden you got goosebumps along your neck. You turned around only to see a different landscape, a different world. You weren't in Will's house anymore, you were somewhere else entirely.

"Y/n..." You heard his voice behind you. Henry...

"I told you... you would see me very soon..."

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Henry Creel (1/9)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I for you, Y/n.”

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

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

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

“Are we not right now?”

“You know what I mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We must depart,” he announced shakily.

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

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

“Honey, what’s wrong? A - are —“

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

And maybe I did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Sometimes it still hurts, Henry.”

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

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

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

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

“I am —“

“…Miss L/n?”

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

Maybe I was just mentally ill.

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

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

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

“You weren’t breathing, dear.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

“Good night. I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Henry, what happened to you?”

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

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

“Who?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Y/n. Run.”

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

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

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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.”

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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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𓆩❤︎𓆪 Pacify him 𓆩❤︎𓆪

(FINAL PART)

Yandere!Peter ballard/Henry creel, dark 002, x hurt!Reader

READER IS 18!!

Summary: After Dr. Brenner discovers the ugly truth, despite the truth being a lie. He punishes you for it without believing a single word out of your mouth. Just when you have up all hope, something unexpected happens.. But it changes your life forever

WARNING: Forced relationship, age-gap, description of murder and torture, major violence, Everyone dies, grooming, Yandere, child abuse, love triangle, Henry wins, manipulation, peer pressure, reader is kinda dumb, kidnapping(?), dark themes inside hawkins lab.

(part 4) (part 3) (part 2) (part 1)

-Reader’s POV

“I didn’t do that!” I yell out defensively after Papa scolded me for my actions that were completely untrue.

“Then why did 002 come to me saying you did? He told me it all in explicit detail. He is my top student and wouldn’t lie about something like that. He has been attending the laboratory longer than you have. Do you really think i’m going to trust your words over his?” Dr. Brenner sneered lowly in response with a hateful look on his features. His intense glare made me shrink in defeat.

The only thing i could think about was what he was going to do to me. It was worthless bickering with him back and forth. In the end it would just lead me nowhere. Papa would always choose 002 and that was final.

I couldn’t help but start crying in frustration. Droplets of tears slowly cascaded down my reddened cheeks. If only all this pain would be over soon. I don’t how how long i could tolerate this for. It was just becoming so overwhelming to the point where i felt like dying.

“Because of your impulsive actions, you’ll be punished for it.” Dr. Brenner declared lastly, looking completely repulsed by me. My thoughts only swirled with deranged scenarios on how he would torture me this time.

Without any warning, Papa approached me and tightened restraints around my wrists, my back laid against this unfamiliar padding that was attached to the wall of the confinement room.

My heartbeat rapidly quickened and i soon found it hard to catch my breath as two male orderlies entered the room. I strained my eyes as i peered up at them. They both loomed over my smaller frame. I did truly feel defeated. There was nothing i could do to stop them.

Before i was able to comprehend anything else a intensifying shock was delivered through my body, a screen of agony escaped my chapped lips while my body jolted in response. More hot tears made there way down my hot face. One electric shot after the other followed by agonizing screams. My consciousness slowly vanishing all while the guards continued the assault all across my body.

“Pl..plea- plea.. s-stop..” My words only came out as gibberish, the guards looked only amused at my tortured state and continued to shock me. Papa on the otter hand stood across from them in the back. Looking as pleased as ever. His expression still haunts me to this day. The man literally spectated and smiled while the two older orderlies sent jolts of pain through my body.

Before i fell unconscious i could only think of one thing; where was Peter? Maybe he just abandoned me. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he did. I haven’t seen him all day. Maybe i’m just overthinking it but how could this just be a coincidence? As i thought everything over my mind drifted off to 002. The thought of him made me sob even more. Why did this have to happen to me?

I’m not entirely sure what 002 told Papa but i knew for a fact it wasn’t true in the slightest. How could i ever have underestimated him? I should’ve seen this coming. But i didn’t do anything about it..

How come whenever something good happens to me somethings bad follows? Well, i guess i wasn’t being over exaggerate when i claimed that evil always lurked around the corner in my favor.

I don’t remember how many shocks they gave me, i didn’t even notice when it came to an end and as if they didn’t do anything wrong, the two older orderlies exited the room, leaving me and Papa alone in the room once more. My heart beat was slow, my breath hitched while Papa took a few steps closer to me. My head hung low and i refused to meet his gaze. My vision was blurring in and out as i fought to stay awake.

“This is what happens when you act reckless and disobey my rules. I’m very disappointed in you, 003. I was a fool to think you were actually worth something, actually a good person. But it turns out you’re nothing but a filthy whore.” Dr. Brenner spoke, his voice sincere as ever. Every word he said caused me to wince in response. Am i really a whore?

“I hope this punishment leaves you time to think about what you’ve done.” The tall man ferociously seethed before exiting the dreary room. Papa didn’t even bother removing my restraints. He only  abandoned me here to go over my actions i never committed.

When i heard the door slam and no longer felt his presence upon me is when i broke up in sobs. Actual crying, full on hyperventilating in fact. I don’t know how long i cowered there for nor how many hours i’ve been crying for but before i knew it i was passed out. My teary vision blurred and darkness consumed me.

—

“You hurt her and now you will pay with your life!” Peter hissed at 002, his entire body pressed against the wall as Peter used his telekinesis to keep him pinned there.

“F-fuck.. y-you..” 002 spat out, his words coming out as a stuttering grunt because of the pressure Peter was applying to his body.

“The girl is mine now, you dumb careless boy..” Peter cooed seductively and with that 002’s limbs snapped, his eyes pushed back into his skull and his now lifeless body came crashing down onto the hard white floor. Peter only smiled sadistically, thrilled at the fact he killed your abuser.

Peter felt the presence of someone watching him from behind, so he hastily whipped around to see Eleven standing there. Her eyes wide with horror at what she just witnessed.

“Tell me Eleven,” Peter sauntered towards a frightened Eleven, “Where is she?” He now asked while his cold fingers cupped her chin. His once pure blue gaze stared sinisterly into her brown innocent ones.

Blood, the blood of her siblings littered his once clean uniform, dead bodies sprawled across the rainbow room. The once clean and bland room was now drenched in blood from the wall to the tiled floor. The rest of the patients, orderlies, and guards were now dead. All of them have been brutally murdered.

“Where is she?” Peter repeated himself, his tone growing darker with anger when Eleven didn’t answer him fast enough to his liking.

Eleven couldn’t think of anything else except the dead bodies that were scattered all around them. The girl was utterly dumbfounded. She took a big gulp and glanced up at him with fear. Her vision clouded with tears as she tried to speak but nothing came out.

“Eleven, tell me where she is.. now.” Peter’s hand now gripped her face. She grunted as his grip tightened. Eleven knew Peter could easily break her. She never felt so betrayed. She couldn’t put anyone else in danger especially you. Who knew Peter’s intentions with you were for the greater good?

“I.. i don’t.. know..” Her soft voice replied, it was almost inaudible but Peter could hear her loud and clear. Instead of Peter believing her, this response only made his rage increase.

“Don’t you remember what i taught you?” Peter’s face contorted into a deeper scowl, “Friends don’t lie.”

Eleven’s chocolate orbs went wide, how could she be so foolish to think she could get away with tricking someone like him?

“I can’t believe you’d lie to me, Eleven. After everything i did for you. I was hoping you’d come along with us.. but i guess not.” Peter took a few steps away which left Eleven immediately frustrated.

“You.. tricked me.. i’m not telling you where she is! You.. you’re going to hurt her..” Eleven finally managed to croak out. The man in front of her had a look of confusion on his features. A genuine look of confusion combined with great anger.

“Hurt her?” Peter mocked as if he never suspected she’d say something like that. “Oh no, i’m not going to hurt her. I did this for her.. for us.” He claimed with a proud grin.

“But because you’re being so difficult.. i guess i have no more use for you.” Peter trailed off, Eleven was quite surprised to find a glimmer of sadness in his eyes but it was quickly replaced by a somewhat repulsed expression.

Before Eleven could make the first move, Peter lifted his arm in the air and a empowering magnetic force brought her up into the air. The young girl levitated in front of Peter as he kept a tight hold on her by using his special abilities.

Tears streamed down Eleven’s face, this was it. this was how she was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. She only screamed in pain because that was all she could do while she felt each and every one of her limbs snapping. The pain was unbearable. She didn’t even notice when death embraced her.

Eleven’s lifeless body dropped onto the tiled floor with a harsh thud. This was it, everyone else was gone. All the guards, all the nurses and fellow orderlies that Peter was once friends with at a point in his life. But he didn’t care, he hated them all. Each and every one of them. A part of him didn’t want to kill Eleven but he knew he had to. It’s not like she was special anyway.

Peter did this all for you. It was so that he could protect you. He made a promise to you and he wasn’t going to let you down. Everyone who has hurt you, who wronged you, who abused you. Was now dead. Dead for all eternity, rotting in a special place in hell reserved just for them. Especially 002.

Leaving all the bodies behind, Peter briskly exited the rainbow room and stormed down the hall on a search to find you. The corridor was freshly painted in crimson blood with even more lifeless humans sprawled around it. Peter was proud of his masterpiece to say at the least.

As soon as he cut the corridor, Peter could just about make out the sound of faint sobs coming from an unexplored room. It was the room he used to get tortured in when he was an experiment at the lab. With a smile spreading across his face, he slowly made his way down the hall towards the door that led inside the room that you were trapped in.

—

Did those awful screams finally stop? You told yourself in your head when you no longer heard those agonizing screams in unison.

You lifted your head up, the fluorescent lights above you flickered. Something didn’t feel.. right. All though the screaming stopped, you were met with unpleasant silence. There is nothing wrong with silence but it’s only more creepy when it’s too silent.

Strands of matted hair were covering your eyesight and since you didn’t have access to your hands you shook your head once or twice to make the little strands of hair over your face get out of the way. Everything hurt, especially your wrists and head.

Your headache you were having only worsened by the beaming lights above you that nearly blinded you. Your wrists that were still retrained burnt like hell from being tied up for so long.

Where was Papa? Where were the other orderlies? Surely they weren’t leaving you here for this long? And where was Peter?

So many thoughts took over you and consumed you to the point where you just broke out sobbing. You were so confused, so lost, so heartbroken in general. You knew you had to get out of here but how would you even do it? Using your powers wasn’t an option because you were currently out of strength entirely. 

Your light sobs filled the quiet room, all until the door suddenly flew open which caused you to gasp. Who could that be? You mostly assumed it was Papa but you knew that was your mind making up excuses. Something about this didn’t feel right whatsoever, it wasn’t a good presence. This was something evil.

You knew you were a goner considering this odd intruder possibly heard you. But as you were about to give up the most least expected thing happened. As you lifted your gaze again, to your dismay you were met by those familiar ocean blue eyes. The intruder was Peter. He looked so.. different. You barely even recognized him.

Your beaten body trembled when he slowly approached you, why were you suddenly so scared? Peter was always so kind, so very gentle and clean. Now you barely recognized the man who was walking towards your smaller frame that was tied up.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here now.” Peter lowly spoke, even his own voice was unrecognizable. It wasn’t that friendly voice anymore. That once demeanor was replaced by an intimating and deeper tone of voice. It sent shivers down your spine.

Peter knelt down in front of you and reached out a hand to caress your cheek lovingly while humming to himself. You subconsciously flinched under his touch though. Your reaction caused him to frown. Your state made anger surge through his body. How could someone ever do this to you? But he’s glad he got rid of that piece of filth who forced you to endure this hell.

Without saying another word, Peter un-tightened the cruel restraints that basically dug into your wrists. The moment your hands were free and before you could react you were embraced by Peter. He scooped you up into his arms and held you for a good 3 minutes. Your body still shivered while he held you against his chest.

“We’re free now, arise my darling and come with me. I did this all for us.” Peter’s raspy whisper cooed into your ear all while you inhaled his new scent. His clean scent now replaced by the foul smell of blood. You tried to hold yourself back from gagging at the stench.

“Peter.. what did you do?” You warily interrogate, awaiting his response. Your hands gripped his white button up shirt that was spotted in blood.

“My name isn’t Peter,” He replied firmly, still not answering your question but you did wonder what his real name was.

“What- what’s your real name?” Your trembling voice asks in shock. You were upset by the fact that he lied about his identity to you but you had no strength to fight at the moment. Besides, he was all you had left in this world.

“You can call me Henry, my darling.” Henry chucked in response when you whined in distress.

Henry then hoisted you up into the air and then back into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist while your frail arms draped around his shoulders. You carefully played with the little hairs on the back of his neck while he carried you out into the hall. You were expecting to be met with the clean corridor but instead you caught the sight of all the lifeless bodies

Your automatic reflex allowed your body to glue to Henry’s even tighter than before. You hid your face in the crook of his neck so you’d block out the ugly scenery. Your realization hit, this whole time he was a psychopath, you’re literally being carried away in the arms of a murderer.

He killed everyone, ended everyone in the most fucked up way possible. He saved you from this prison and now he was taking you away. He ended up manipulating you and tricking you just like how 002 did to you. But this time was different and it was different because you liked it.

hello this short series has come to an end! i hope you enjoyed!<3 thank you for all the ongoing support. it means a lot. (comments+reblogs+likes are appreciated!)

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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2: Legacy +18

Switch!Vecna x Dark!Fem!Reader

A/N: Made a part 2 because I got a few readers asking for it. So why not? We love some of that Vecnussy! This story takes place a 1 year after Reader has given herself to Vecna Daddy. She’s pregnant and she’s gonna show her man that he is the ruler of the Upside Down for a reason. This is another of the reader’s diary recordings. Enjoy! Part 1

Summary: After losing his battle against El and her group of friends, Vecna feels discouraged. At first, he ignores you and it upsets you so much you try to get rid of your feelings for him. Now you’ll do what you can as his queen to cheer him up and show him his greatness and his future legacy.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: dom/sub undertones, pregnant!reader, pregnant sex, tentacle sex, p in v penetration (unprotected), evil!reader, dry humping, heavy making out, choking, spit kink, riding, daddy/master/king kink, slight queen/mommy kink, breeding kink, gentle-ish sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, if you squint praise kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex/fingering (f receiving), vecna/peter human and monster hybrid, some soft vecna & reader moments, a bit blasphemous

“Bring me Eleven.”

Those words still echo in your mind. It was the beginning of your torment and depression as you realized that wasn’t anything you could do to fulfill his request. You could tell that it would take a lot more than your kindness to lure the girl to you. She was some importance to him. Possibly his family.

You could only imagine what it would. be like if you were all a family together side by side and ruling the world.

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September 12, 1984

Dear Diary,

My heart hurts for the one I love. He is unhappy. That makes me unhappy, too. The girl is a lot stronger than we’ve anticipated. She has defeated the Demogorgan. I was so sure that we’d get her. She’s gotten reinforcements. Children and Adults fighting by her side. Humans.

It makes me angry. How on earth can a group of humans defeated an otherworldly monster? Although, the anthropologist in me finds them quite…fascinating. For a little girl to be capable of such power and defeat this lovecraftian creature, it’s revolutionary, to say the least.

Yet watching my king suffer at the hands of her actions overpowers my curiosity. My king commanded I’d bring her and I’ve tried to no avail. He’s shown me mercy despite this. So I will not let his plans of domination go in vain. I will make them pay.

September 18, 1984

Dear Diary,

Throughout the week, I’ve been feeling unwell. I’m convinced it is from stress. I can’t keep him happy and it drives me crazy. I want to be his peace. I’ve offered my body and soul to him. I worry this isn’t enough.

I’ve woken up at night in cold sweats and shivers my bed. No nightmares and no signs of Vecna. Had he left me alone? Is he disappointed in me? I couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. I couldn’t possibly go back to my mundane life amongst the cluelessness of humanity around me.

September 21, 1984

Dear Diary,

To spite my love, I’ve gone to church asking for the Good Priest forgiveness for my sins. I’ve sinned for loving you. You don’t love the way that I do. I love hard. I love devoted and committed. You’ve left me to deal with these emotions on my own so now I will pray to rid of them.

I’ve told the Priest of the night tremors, sweats, and the vomiting. He says the vomiting is my body’s way of dispelling the demons that live inside me. Honestly, I think he’s full of shit. The way he eyes my body says that he wants me. Maybe I should give myself to him instead. Even writing that in my journal made my body physically revolt at that thought.

There is no fixing me. I am broken. You’ve broken me for anyone else. Why does knowing that you’ve broken me fill me with a sense of worth? Is it because I was made to be ruined by you?

September 23, 1984

Dear Diary,

I’m…pregnant. I will have you again. I will make you happy, my king.

You approach Vecna who sat at his throne, distracting himself with his pet tarantula that crawled around on his hand. Getting on your knees in front of him, you kissed each clothed knee.

Not saying a word, he rubs the top of your head before resuming his attention back to the spider.

“My king, I have news for you.”

“Could it wait?” He says. It’s a tone mix of boredom and annoyance.

“I believe it could possibly wait but also I think you should know.”

“I’m not in any mood for your riddles.” He growls.

“No, my king. No riddles,” You sigh, wanting to find where to begin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been down. You haven’t paid me any attention, touched me, or used me for your pleasure, my lord. I confessed it made me angry to see you give up on me so easily when all I do is yearn for you. I went to seek religious advice to free your grasp from me but it proved futile. I’m helplessly in love and dedicated to you.”

He reaches out a hand cupping your face and you nuzzle into it. “I’m sorry I ever tried to remove yourself from me. It will never happen again.” You finished.

“I have apologies to you, Y/N. I haven’t been myself since battle. I’ve sent my monsters in place of myself thinking they could do the job and they’ve failed. I can’t let this continue. I need my vision to be viewed across the world.”

“And it will,” You cupped his face on either side still resting on your knees in front of him. “We won’t stop here. It is only the beginning. We shall be the ones to win the next time. You’re stronger and more intelligent than any of those pathetic mortals. That is part of why I serve you. I see the potential opportunities you can bring to this godless world. I am here to carry it out with you. By your side.”

He rises off his thrown, his tendrils whipping around him wildly like the snakes of medusa. You look up at him in awe and admiration.

“Stand, my queen.”

You do as he says, slowly rising and never once breaking eye contact. “Kiss me. Make me feel like I am worthy again.”

The tendrils coils around your waist, bringing your body close to his. “You are always worthy even without me in your life.”

“Don’t let me imagine life without you.” Your lips press against his and your wrap your arms around him.

This kiss is hungry and you knew that when Vecna became excited his vines would find themselves all around you, wanting to touch every inch. He wasn’t used to this kind of love. Someone who touched him the way you would. He was sure you’d find him scary and repulsive the first time you saw him, only having half of his former appearance mixed in with his monstrous look.

Little did he know, you found that side of him to be the sexiest. It was the best of both worlds to have the beautiful blue eyed, blonde haired, soft pink lips and chiseled face of his human beauty along with the otherworldlinesses of his body.

You craved him so bad, you tugged on the belt of his torn white pants, lifted leg to wrap around his waist, and ground against his growing erection. His hands gripping your butt. On most occasions, he’d chastised you for your greedy behavior but today it seemed that he desperately needed you against him, too.

The kiss became so heated that you’d stumbled back onto his throne chair. You straddled him, continuing to kiss and grind against him like your life depended on it. You yank at his shirt nearly tearing at the fabric that’s already been so damaged. He’s pleasantly surprised by this change of pace, groaning at your bold movements.

You were so wet that it seeped through your panties onto him. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered against his lips. He is in shock looking at you as if he hadn’t heard you right. He needed to hear you say it again.

“I’m with child. Your child.”

He looks pleased with this news. His excitement cannot be contained as he collides his lips onto yours. It’s a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and occasionally you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and suck on his tongue. You dried hump him like some kind of horny teenager and he approved. He enjoyed seeing those moments where you wanted him so badly that you were willing to break his rules.

“Fuck me, master. Take your frustrations out on me.” You groaned.

He slithers a tentacle between your bodies, teasing at your clit. The suctions on them causing you to sob under his touch. You bucked your hips wildly trying to feel the wet, slimy feeler running through your folds.

“I want you to fuck me,” He says. “Ride me on this throne. When I feel like I’ve had enough, I’ll take control,” He wraps a tentacle around your neck, threatening. “Don’t go be too greedy. I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself or my child.“

My Child.

“Yes, master.” Your eyes rolled back at the sound of him claiming what you’ve produced together. Enjoying him saying that and his tendril wrapped around your neck, you hadn’t noticed that he already lowered his pants and positioned you over him. You felt him bring his large hands down on your shoulders, lowering you onto his juicy, fat cock.

You gasp. “Holy fuck.”

He thrusts deep, bottoming out inside you. “Begin, my queen.”

Following his command, you bounced up and down on his lap. It felt so good to be filled with him again, you nearly passed out each time he hit against your spongy button. The slimy extender wraps tighter around you each time you did something that made him groan out loud.

“Does my queen feel like she’s getting all that she desires?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You cried out, voice slightly strained from the vine tightening. Not wanting to suffocate you, he removes his grip then slaps a wet tentacle on the side of your thigh.

“Faster, harder.” He orders, slapping the tentacle against another thigh.

You do just that, bringing your hands back to rest on his knees as you circled your hips then brought yourself up and down harder on his length. This position allowed him access to lift your dress, hanging it over your face and head, blocking your view. It didn’t matter to him though as this allowed him to focus on your tits bouncing with the force of each thrust and watching your glistening pussy swallow his huge length inside you. He moves your panties further to the side to witness the glorious sight, droplets of cum coating your puffy lips.

You’re so wet that the sounds of his vines adjusting was no competition to the squelching between your bodies. He snakes over your body letting you feel it writhe against your stomach and chest, using the tip of it to toy and pinch your nipples.

“I love how needy you are. Always making sure your king is happy. That is why you are so valuable to me.” He feels you clenching and unclenching around him knowing that this needed to be taken to another notch.

Pulling your dress up off of you, now you could see his face. He looked fucked out biting at his perfect lips. You kiss and teased his bottom lip and he rubs at your clit with a thumb. You were so close to falling apart in his hands. All he had to do was give you one hard thrust and you’d be melting.

Instead, he wraps the tendrils around your arms lifting you off of him. You groan at the loss of him, feeling yourself about to cry until he rests your back against the throne chair. He pulls your underwear down your legs, falling to his knees and dives his lips between them.

Your back arches of the seat, hands entangled in his hair. If anyone were to hear your cries, they’d assumed you were being tortured. They wouldn’t be to far off. It’s felt so good that didn’t seem humanly possible to experience.

At some point, you found yourself fighting against him, pulling at his hair harshly to make it stop but it only egged him on further. He sucks the juices off each lip and then moves his incredible long tongue up and down your slit then back at your clit to suck into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, master. I can’t take it. It’s too good.” You shook and gasped staccato breaths, trying to breathe normal but his mouth against won’t allow it. He dips his abnormally elongated fingers into you and you’re seeing stars.

You cum undone without warning, gushing all over his mouth, face, and hands. You didn’t expect to cum so suddenly or you would have told him. You quickly realize your mistake, apologizing profusely only to fall mute when he shoved his veiny cock into you once more.

You flung a hand over your mouth at the sudden fullness.

He’s breathing shakily against you, a tentacle pulling up at your hair so that you’d look him in the eyes while he took you. All you could do is stare at his electric eyes while you felt the delicious pressure coming and going inside you.

“Tell me I’ll be a good mommy, daddy. Need to hear that I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a wonderful mommy. I will continue to make you one, too. You’d love for me to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

He rubs hard at your clit, spitting into your panting mouth simultaneously. You swallow with no hesitation, showing him your tongue. He sucks at your tongue now and ruts deeper and slower into you. The overstimulation causing a slight tickle sensation that was borderline painful but you loved it.

“I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy.”

“Uh-huh.” You encouraged.

“Gonna fill you up.”

“Yes, fill me up, daddy.”

“Gonna make you a mommy.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He brings your head down to look between your bodies. “See how wet you are. Only your king can make you feel this way.” With another tentacle, he gather some of your creamy arousal, bringing it up to your lips. You wrap your mouth around it bobbing your head back and forth the way you’d do for his cock.

“I need you to cum with me.”

“Yes, daddy.” He slaps a hand down on your clit and your eyes bug out as another orgasm racks through you so violently, your head hits against the hard throne making you dizzy and enhancing the orgasm even more. You’re rendered delirious by this sensation.

Vecna spread your legs wider, each knee pressed against the arms of the chair as he ruts into you with sloppy, deep thrusts. He lets out a stretched out growl that is so sexy that you clenched around him so hard, he’s unable to thrust out again. His spurts of cum hit around your walls and you relish in it, closing your eyes to feel his hot cum deep inside you.

You’re both sweaty and panting. He’s hovered over you. Your eyes locking and staring at each other intensely. You don’t want him to pull out just yet, grabbing onto his shirt.

“I love you, my king,” You kissed his forehead not minding that it was covered in sweat while running your hands through his hair and straightening it. “I look forward to building this new world with you. Your legacy shall live in for as long as I am your queen.”

Vecna had never seen such a wicked soul. For the first time, he had an ally. He knew love. He could finally smile.

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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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where are all the yandere peter ballard fics ?? i want him to be so obsessed and in love with reader that he's slowly and surely losing his shit and is willing to get down on his knees and fucking beg for us to stay with him after his massacre :( !!

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blue eyes [III]

henry creel

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word count: 1780

Exactly six hours had passed since your utmost wonderful "encounter", with your once beloved, Vecna. Time seemed to move too slowly, and every two minutes you would find yourself checking your watch, watching the seconds go by.

You were tired, alone, and scared. And of course, Steve offered to stay, as well as the kids, as a form of comfort and support but you politely declined. You were terrified of what Vecna, Henry, would do.

Would he hurt them? Kill them? You wanted your friends safe, more than anything in the entire world. But how could they be when Vecna was against them?

Besides worrying about your friends, you also had to think about yourself, and the fact that there was a literal monster coming for you. You tried thinking of different ways to protect yourself, to arm yourself. But when imagining it on a larger realistic scale, a gun would not win a fight against a six-foot-tall monster with tentacles, mind powers, and complex feelings.

And that was the other problem occupying your mind late into the night. Him. And you hated yourself for even thinking about it for the slightest second again, but your mind kept wandering back to him. It was hard to put into words for your friends, and even harder to put it into words in your own mind.

But the fact still remains that he is not a good person. You kept telling yourself that. Over and over and over again and again, until you thought it stuck, it never lasted long though.

In all honesty, you just wanted a nice long rest. Just to sleep through all of this. The pain, the worrying, the sense of betrayal. You wanted the one thing you can't have. Because if you do fall asleep you know he'd be there, waiting for you in your dreams. He's there in your mind.

And you could already tell that he was somewhat mad that you were avoiding him. You would never admit it but, you knew him. You know him like you know yourself.

You were in deep thought but all of it paused for a split second. You turned your head to your window and you felt compelled to look out into the woods. You got up from the dent in your bed and slowly stepped towards the moonlight, letting it shine on your face, lighting your way towards the glass.

You peered out into the dark abyss, searching for something, but you didn't know what. You felt like there was something there, but you didn't understand what it exactly was.

Returning your thoughts to your bed, you made your way, but you saw something. You walked back and looked harder and there he stood, adorned in white against the dark of the night. He was standing there, looking back up at you with his blue enticing eyes. And you felt him pierce your mind and body altogether.

"Henry..." You muttered under your breath in disbelief, your eyes widening with horror and confusion. It was Henry in his human form, blessed in all white like an angel sent from heaven.

You pressed closer to the window forcing your hands and face into the glass, decorating it with your heavy breath and fingertips. 'This isn't real... How is he here?' You thought to yourself. There was no way he could be here in this world, he can't be here. Because if he could travel between worlds that means there were new possibilities to consider, and none of them were good.

Henry lifted his arm, gracefully, and motioned for you to follow him into the abyss with him. It immediately reminded you of Alice and the white rabbit. But he wasn't the rabbit. He was the devil reincarnated. You were faced with temptation, but you had to resist. You had to be strong.

After all, you did promise yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of his tricks. But then as Henry started to walk away you started to panic. Breathing started to get harder and the walls seemed to close in, making your head feel dizzy and light.

'Follow me...' He whispered into your ear and you knew it was Henry lurking in your mind. You knew that, but you continued to listen to his words.

In record time you fled your house, not even bothering to put on shoes or a coat. The sense of hurrying was more important as it pumped through your body, filling your veins. You swung open the door and caught sight of Henry's white clothing like a moth to a flame. Like a beacon reaching for you, pulling you forward.

Henry glanced back at you, seeing you follow him like a lost sheep, and he smiled at you. It was kind and innocent, which to your regret, made your stomach churn, either from dread or butterflies. But you continued to follow him anyway.

"I've missed you, Y/n," Henry said in a quiet, soft voice, as you caught up to him. You two were walking side by side with Henry taking the slightly ahead lead, of course.

"Why did you ignore me, Y/n." He continued in that soft tone as if he were an innocent person with no history of being a murderer or a monster. As if he hadn't lied to you for years about who he was. As if he wasn't Vecna.

"I..." You hesitated with your answer.

"Shhh, my love. Save your voice. Just listen to me." You nodded your head and looked down, ashamed. You wanted to be good, and no matter what the other part of your brain was saying you would always listen to him.

"Your friends are lying when they say I'm evil, Y/n. I'm doing this for the world, for us, my love." Henry halted. And there you stood in front of Henry as he peered into your eyes from his height, admiring how tall he feels and how small you seem.

Henry grabbed both of your hands and took them into his own. His hands were warm and big covering yours fully. You peered up to him and watched his focus being solely on his and your hands being conjoined.

"My Y/n," He whispered as he lifted one of your hands up to his lips, gently pressing it to them in a soft kiss. And for every two seconds, he adorned more, making sure to burn the feeling into your skin as he littered more and more.

Everything was so unclear to you. Your thoughts were unfinished like a bottle cap was placed on them before they could bloom into coherent human thoughts. All you could think of, feel, was his lips as he moved high and higher...

"You're my Y/n," He whispered into your arm. You couldn't think to say no or squirm in discomfort as you groaned nodding your head in acceptance, and defeat. Henry noticed this instantly and smiled into your skin, glad that he had stopped your thinking. He just loved when you were so hopelessly in love with him.

Henry stopped and lifted his head, looking at your fuzzy state.

"You look so beautiful." He said taking a full moment to admire you, still dressed in your pajamas. Because to him, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. And you looked even prettier dressed in the moonlight.

The shadows of the braches made shaps across your body, and he couldn't help but stare at you, all of you.

"Come on Y/n, it's time to go home." His hands cupped your face as your eyelids opened up a bit wider.

"Home?" You mumbled, trying your best to think, but you couldn't.

"Yes, your new home," And that's when a part of you started to panic. "our home, my love." Your mind started to think just above what was being forced down, and the only thought was, 'Bad...'

You tried to push yourself off of him, but your limbs were no use. They felt heavy and dense like weights have been placed upon them keeping you from using them.

"Henry..." You said as you kept on trying to push away from him.

"Are you going to be difficult?" He said oddly sweetly, addressing your lose attempt at 'leaving'. But you continued on with your pathetic movements.

"We," Henry said as his eyebrows knitted together while he lifted his hand "are going home." He attached his hand to your temple at a frightening speed and you immediately toppled down into his arms as your limbs became limp.

Henry lifted you up carefully, carrying you in both of his arms. As he walked forward further into the woods your head lolled towards your house. And the only feeling you could process was regret. You regretted not trying harder to resist him and you regreted saying no to Steve's-

"Y/N!"

Steve? Henry stopped completely growling in an annoyed groan as he slowly turned around. It was Steve.

"Y/N where are you?"

You tried to call out to him, to scream something to get his attention. But you couldn't. In your useless attempt, the only sound that made it past your lips was a small mumble of a groan.

Henry turned back around and continued striding confidently onward with you pressed close against him, resuming into his calm aura.

"There they are!" Will called out pointing his flashlight in your direction.

"Vecna has them!" Nancy shouted in a frightened shrill.

They were all here! Every single one of them was here to save you! You cheered in your head as you imagined the idea of being saved by them, by your friends. This was your time. You were going home. You were going to be safe...

But then the wind started to pick up faster and faster. The trees started to crackle and snap with animosity and force. Their wood bent into unnatural shapes encaging you and Henry in, away from the rest. And its branches grew dangerously sharp as it protruded against what Henry deemed as intruders. It sounded like snarling animals. Aggressive, loud, and scary as hundreds of trees obeyed a force stronger than mother nature herself.

And still, with all the sounds and shifting behind him, Henry continued his slow pace. His face showed nothing but pride as he just bent nature to his ultimate will.

Without a single doubt with his actions, he moved his face down and brought his mouth to your ear,

"You are the love of my life." He whispered as he looked back up at your curled unresponsive form, a soft smile blessing his face.

"Forever and always..."

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Henry Creel (6/9)

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*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.