#attacked by vecna

[bbluesidess]

should I stay or should I go?

happy day four of bylerween!

[imactuallyreallycool]

Day 4 of @bylerween2023 Attacked by Vecna

Mike (after getting out of vecna’s curse): “I felt your arm breaking in my hands…”

The average ReallyCool fan to me(😎) right now:

😶🔪 😎 🔫😶

[meowza315]

Bylerween day 4 - attacked by Vecna (blood/death)

umm. didn’t expect to get really depressing for bylerween but here we are

uhh mike got attacked by Vecna and paralleled Max, and during his final moments asked for Will to sing to him

therefore Will sang Mad World by Tears For Fears as he died. um. yeahh

sorry guys

[bylrndgm]

he might've won a battle, but we'll win the war.

@bylerween2023 | day iv | october, 29th ↳ prompt: attacked by vecna ⨠ concept: cleradin teaming up to defeat vecna

[fruitbythefoot7]

bylerween day 4: attacked by vecna

inspired by body terror song by ajj, and the s5 hc of will getting attacked by vecna on the hilltop, as a parallel to s2! this one was a challenge for me, and i kinda think they look a lil goofy, but what do expect from cartoon horror lmao

@bylerween2023

[freetobeeyouandme]

Hold Me Like Water

Tags: Rated M, Chose Not To Apply Archive Warnings, Bylerween 2023, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Attacked by Vecna, Homophobia, Graphic Description of Corpses, Dark Byler

Words: 2.3k

Summary:

Will runs, through the forest, up a hill. Branches tear at his clothes, cut his cheeks. He feels something snatch in his hair, feels something rip. And he doesn’t care. Can’t stop moving, jumping to evade fallen branches and stumbling forward when his legs catch. He runs, the only recourse left and it's not enough and he's running anyway and- The ground gives in before him. He tries to skid to a halt and doesn't make it. The cliff isn’t that high, is the only thought he has as he falls. He doesn't have time to scream. - Or, Bylerween Day 4: Attacked by Vecna

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A/N:

After spending so much time in Will's PoV for the Byler Big Bang fic I've written, I ended up defaulting to Mike's PoV for a lot of these, but here we finally are back in the most tragic boy's head. Sorry @ William Byers but I do love to put you in situations <3 CW: Homophobia (internalized and external), Graphic Description of a Corpse

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Will runs. It’s the only course of action he has left and even so he knows it won’t be enough. He’s certain the others ran too, Chrissy and Fred and Patrick and Max. They must have ran. It’s fight or flight.

Will is good at flight. He’s a good runner; he has outrun demogorgons and the mindflayer. He’s outrun his father’s wrath and almost, almost had managed to outrun his feelings.

Except he’d not outrun any of it after all, because here Lonnie Byers was, eyes aflame as he came after Will, yelling that this was all Will’s mothers fault and he would have made sure he became a real man if she’d only let him. Here is father was, eyes so bright with the knowledge of everything Will had tried to keep secret not only from him but everyone else too, even Mike. Especially Mike. But his father knows.

So, Will runs.

Out of the house he’d lost his childhood in, now covered in dark vines, windows shuttered with boards, a hole in the wall. Hopper had fixed it for them before Will was even released from the hospital, but now he sees it, gaping and raw, the edges pulsing almost as if they’re alive.

He runs past Castle Byers, nothing but a heap of branches now, perfect for a bonfire. Burn it to the ground and dance around it like a wild animal, ululating the death of all he’d held dear. Burn the memories along with the pictures, the gifts, and his heart.

He runs through he forest, completely lost for direction as he keeps moving, just knowing he has to go forward. Branches crack behind him, the underbrush parts. Something is coming. Something hungry for blood. His father. The demogorgon. Vines, shadows, Vecna. It’s all the same, really, and it’s coming for him.

It’s coming to tear him limb to limb.

Will runs, through the forest, up a hill. Branches tear at his clothes, cut his cheeks. He feels something snatch in his hair, feels something rip. And he doesn’t care. Can’t stop moving, jumping to evade fallen branches and stumbling forward when his legs catch. He runs, the only recourse left and it's not enough and he's running anyway and-

The ground gives in before him. He tries to skid to a halt and doesn't make it.

The cliff isn’t that high, is the only thought he has as he falls. He doesn't have time to scream.

Water hits him hard and surprisingly solid, battering his side before his weight and the momentum push him past its cement surface and into cool liquid.

And then he’s drowning. Cold water soaks his clothes, the extra weight dragging him down. He falls so fast he loses sense of where is up and where is down. Water fills his lungs, and he’s suffocating, he can’t breathe, he can’t-

Hands grab him from above. They haul him to the surface, where there is air, where he can breathe again even as he still swallows water. A body presses against his, holding him close but not warm, swimming backwards with him towards land, towards safety. His feet hit the ground, but the other still drags him, and together they somehow pull their wet bodies to shore.

It’s the quarry, Will sees. The one they had found his fake body in, the one they had held a funeral for. The version of him that had simply drowned. Falling off the cliff at the far side.

It hadn’t been that cliff that he’d fallen off, he knows. This is still all in his head.

And still he gasps, quietly, when his savior leans over him, long black hair dripping wet, face crinkling in happy relief.

“Will?” Mike asks. His hands seek Will's face, pushing away wet hair. Cradling his cheek. “Are you okay? Will, are you-”

Will pushes himself into a sitting position but cannot bring himself to shove (this thing) Mike off him.

Mike leans in closer and Will swallows his revulsion and the tears. Because this isn’t Mike, this is something else, this is some monster that has crawled up out of the depths of the quarry, knotted, tangled wet hair barely obscuring its grotesque mask of a face. Mike’s skin is paler than usual, tinged blue, his lips a cold, dead purple. When he smiles his gums are the same color, hugging teeth that look like they have been partially shattered. The rest of his face is in no better shape, hanging, partially, off his fractured skull. The whole right side is bruised, and bloodied, his cheek partially flayed where his shattered jawbone pokes through. His eye is red, bloodshot, and unblinking. The fingers that caress Will's face feel too soft, the skin bloated as if he’d stayed in the bath too long.

Except this Mike didn’t stay in a bath too long.

Had Will’s double looked like that when they pulled him out of the water?

“It’s alright,” Mike reassures him. “You’re alright. Everything’s fine.”

You’re not fine, he wants to say but all that comes out is a scared, broken: “Mike.”

“I’m here,” the corpse of his best friend says, smiling its broken smile. Its hands capture Will’s where they’ve involuntarily lifted to grab onto Mike. As if perhaps the touch could dispel the illusion. But like the trees and the water and his father’s wrathful hands Mike is solid. Real enough to hold.

“What happened?” Will asks, dumbly. What happened was that Mike had died.

“I drowned,” Mike informs him in the same tone he might use to tell him lunch today is going to be pizza. “I jumped off that cliff, and then I drowned.”

Will wants to scream, wants to get up and run away – he should keep running. Vecna is in his head, and he should run.

But Mike’s corpse has him spellbound. It’s not just the odd marks of his death that have Will stare, it’s everything else too: The green jacket he’s wearing should be much too small for him and the white sneakers his feet had outgrown years ago. Will helped him throw them into the box of old clothes Mrs. Wheeler had asked Mike to clean out his closet into. He remembers that clearly, the still good shoes on top of too small t-shirts, yet another sign of their childhood gone, this one headed downtown to Goodwill.

“When?” Will asks. He thinks he already knows.

Mike’s corpse’s smile widens. There are so many teeth cracked or missing. “After you did. We lost El and then Troy found us, me and Dustin, and then he threatened to cut Dustin’s teeth out if I didn’t jump. I think he just wanted me to pee myself like he had – like El had made him, but I actually did it. I don’t think we ever told you the whole story, did we?”

They had not. They’d told him of how El had broken Troy’s arm and they’d told him of how Mike shoved him and then El made him pee himself, but that little detail, that small action, those big consequences no one had ever told him. Troy had threatened them, El came back to save the day. Never the whole truth: Mike had jumped.

Why is that, do you think? Lack of trust? Or maybe they wanted to spare you the horrific things they had to face while you were gone. The terrible things they had to do just to get you back.

Would it have been easier for them if Will had really just drowned? If the Upside Down had never caught them?

“But El saved you.”

Mike’s bloodshot eye stares at him, so unfocused, so dead. “Not here she didn’t.” He giggles. “This is what I would have become if she hadn’t. Same as you. Except not really.”

Everything, all of it, just because of you. If only you’d never been, Will.

He needs to get up and run. He needs to get out of here. Now.

“Will? Are you okay?”

He swallows, tries not to throw up. He needs to-

“I’m so cold, Will. It’s so cold- the water.”

Mike looks small, hugging himself. The water still clings to his hair, dripping wet still, dripping wet always. His purple lips are shaking. And Will wants nothing more than to wrap him in his arms, to promise him that everything’s going to be alright and they can figure this out and then Mike is going to feel better – but he won’t. Because Mike is dead.

Aren’t you so glad that El exists now? She saved him.

“It’s alright,” Will says, holding out his hand. Mike takes it, lets himself be pulled closer. “We can get you warm, we just- we can leave here, and we’ll get you dry and under a blanket, okay?”

Mike nods, his shoulders shaking as a shiver passes over him. He whispers: “It’s so cold.”

“It’s okay. Just come here.”

All you can offer him is doom.

He pulls Mike into his arms. The other boy fits there strangely, his head under Will’s chin, his arms around his back, sitting in his lap. If they’ve ever done this before Will doesn’t remember. Usually it was him who needed to be held, Mike the one who wrapped his arms around him and promised him everything was going to be fine. Back when they were just kids and it didn’t matter that they were both boys, that they were monsters for wanting this simple comfort.

If you keep him, you’ll kill him.

“Will?” Mike asks, an unfinished question as he curls further into his chest.

Will feels the tears on his own cheeks, wet but warm. “I have to go,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

He tries to be gentle in pushing Mike away, pulling at the arms that wrap around him and then putting his knees up between them. But Mike is unwilling. Mike clings.

“Please don’t, Will.”

“I’m sorry.”

Dead boys.

“Don’t leave me. Please. Don’t leave me. I’m so cold, Will. I’m scared.” Mike’s hands grab for his face, freezing him in place as if to prove just how cold.

Will covers them with his own, tries to warm them, a futile effort. “I’m coming back. I promise, I’m coming back for you.”

“You’re going to get help?”

If you let your father catch you.

“I’m going to get help,” he lies. There is no helping. Not Mike, anyway. Will might still make it. But only-

Run.

“We’ll fix you right up, okay?” Will says. “I’m coming back for you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He’s coming, Will. Run.

He’s not sure why he does it. Maybe because this is in his head, maybe because this Mike is already dead. No more damage Will can do. Maybe because this is only in his head and he’s imagined what this would be like for years, knowing he could never act on his sick desires. Maybe because adrenaline is chasing through his veins, because he needs to run, get out, save himself, and yet he can’t bear to leave Mike behind. Maybe because it’s not real and he needs the comfort anyway.

No matter why, he crashes his lips into Mike’s. It’s a rough kiss; he miscalculates the distance between them and his teeth smash against what remains of Mike’s. Mike’s lips are cold to the touch, hard and dry. His skin is freezing under Will’s fingers where he cups his face to hold him better. He’s so cold it almost burns.

And still Will kisses him, easing up at first and then pushing in more carefully when Mike’s hands fist in his shirt. Mike gasps into the kiss, starving, drowning, already dead, and Will takes the opening, never mind the cold, never mind the metallic tang in his mouth. Mike tastes barely like anything, maybe a little salty, mostly a little earthy.

The kiss leaves numbness behind in his mouth with the way it tastes of nothing. One time they had an issue with the plumbing and Will unknowingly took a big gulp from the unclean water. It had tasted sharp and left his lips and his tongue numb – that is what kissing Mike feels like, and Will doesn’t think it’s the cold. Not really.

But Mike reciprocates the kiss, pushes into him desperately, looking for warmth, for something alive. And for that moment Will wants to give it to him. Wants to give him everything. As his lips lose feeling he thinks perhaps this wouldn’t be the worst way to die, slowly being poisoned by a dead Mike’s kiss.

That’s what will happen if they keep kissing: the rest of his body will follow suit, unraveling, losing feeling, until his brain shuts off and he dies.

Saves your father the hassle of having to bash your brains in.

Will pulls away with a gasp. Under his fingers and his mouth Mike doesn’t feel that dead, doesn’t feel that different, but when he opens his eyes again Mike is still the same watery corpse, his face purple and broken. Unreal.

Just in his head.

Will can’t live in his head, only die. And he doesn’t want to die, not really. Doesn’t want to become like this Mike, rotting and bloated.

“I’m coming back for you, I promise,” Will says, pushing him away, rising to his feet. “I love you.”

The truth feels heavy in his mouth. His father would kill him if he really knew. Troy would push him off a cliff if he found out. The whole world hates him for these three words, thinks he deserves to die, for those three words, and perhaps it is right.

Mike looks up at him with wet eyes. Are the rivulets making their paths down his cheek lake water or tears? Does it matter when it’s all the same? The beautiful face he could never be honest towards is mangled underneath them, purple and black. Dead. Angelic, still, but dead.

All that he’ll be if Will had his way. Cruel how he can love him so and yet only bring him sorrow.

“I’m so sorry,” he tells Mike.

And then he runs.

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[elkdiaries]

no but seriously how did el know who will was when she pointed at the picture in season one

[comfort-person]

Eyes on me

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

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

Trigger warnings: description of panic attack

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

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Tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock…

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

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

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

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

“Eyes on me…”

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

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

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

[dellamortethelesser]

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[slut-for-001]

Eyes on me

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

Trigger warnings: description of panic attack

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Tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock…

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

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

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

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

“Eyes on me.”

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

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

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

[bowie-starss]

Has anyone else ever considered Billy x Heather x Chrissy? All dating each other. I think that would be a cute trio. If there's something of them out there, send it my way!

[bugsbenefit]

post a spoiler Before it drops publicly challenge

posted almost 8 hours after we got the door with the all creatures welcome sticker

i think people kind of stopped paying attention to them since they just say random ship baity stuff, but i do think it's funny how they post pictures of the studios they took from someone else's instagram and can only reveal "spoilers" after we already got it from a real source

[ghost-proofbaby]

rewatching stranger things and saw you answered another ask about so mordor !! so wanted to ask if you’ve thought about how in s4 when max is at the creel house in the last ep trying to summon vecna and then does and he appears as lucas saying he’s glad she’s gonna die … if you’ve thought about maybe a scene of willow doing that and vecna appearing as eddie saying things to her like that ?super random but was watching and was like omfggg imagine if this happened in the fic or something like that! anyways hope you’re having a good week!:)

one of the first things i said during the writing of shire and the planning of mordor to my irl best friend audrey was, and i quote, "omg imagine the max scene with willow"

and the thing is, vecna has so much he can use against willow.

he's already weaponizing parker. already weaponizing eddie, too. through her dreams, through those terrible and random visions amidst some of what should be her happiest memories - he's reminding her that he's there and exists and is hunting her.

i think vecna would 100% progress from weaponizing the obvious guilt willow has with parker, as he is now, into turning to what has started forming as guilt when it comes to eddie. parker was the key to get into her psyche, and eddie is the key to breaking it. she can't afford to lose eddie - she refuses to. so, in my mind at least, that scene playing out would be a balancing out of both of those.

harsh words about how it's finally karma for the parker situation. saying how relieved he is to be rid of her. how they'll all be better off now. it'll be digging up the roots of every single issue she's had, that was planted long before vecna and hawkins even existed within willow's life, and just repeatedly jabbing her through her heart. over, and over, and over.

also have an alternative to consider for this scene, but.... it's actually going to be used within the fic itself :-)

i hope you also have a fantastic week nonnie <3 sending all my love truly!!!

[every-dayiwakeup]

This post by @thatgirlwithasquid made me think, if Billy is in pain when the Mind Flayer is in pain... does it go both ways? If Billy is in pain, does the MF feel it? 

The scene where Billy’s drinking bleach, I personally think he was trying to kill the thing inside him. 

Freedom at any cost, even his own life. 

It makes no sense otherwise, for the MF to force him to drink it. Why kill the host when you’re still occupying their body? That just defeats the whole purpose of possessing Billy. 

Also: 

The creature likes it cold. 

via @local-redhead-bookworm: I wonder if a small part of him was like “oh this bastard doesn’t like the heat? Even more reason for me to go to work.”

[baellielurk]

>:I

[strangerwheelerthings]

You know what I just realized? Vecna was being purposefully cruel to Nancy when he grabbed them all with vines. He took her new friend first, gave them an opportunity to start attempting to free her before grabbing Steve, and only then taking her. He took her last on purpose because Vecna's entire MO is trauma, and we all know hers. He literally spent so much time this season purposefully activating hers. He killed Fred when he was alone somewhere where Nancy had brought him. He showed her Barb's body and dug into her guilt surrounding that. He showed her the gruesome deaths of her living loved ones. He didn't kill her, and instead made her feel responsible for the safety of the entire town by making her his messenger.

It was just hit after hit after hit.