#fred benson stranger things

[rwprincess]

Can i request a Fred benson x reader where theu are both pining idiots for eachother and one day reader accidently fall asleep on his shoulder and the poor guy panics but eventually they end up cuddling ? i hope that makes sense 😭 ♡

I never forgot you, anon! I know it has been a long time but I wanted to craft something I felt was worthy.

“I burn, I pine, I perish”

-Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew

Those little brushes to the forearm, those small smiles, those hints of something left unsaid behind your eyes. Fred cherished each and every one of these instances. Fleeting moments that gave him hope that you could see him in the way that he saw you: ethereal, breathtaking, and as so much more than a friend. But he had difficulty believing he'd ever be that lucky. He had hope, sure, but he wasn't betting on it. 

Conversely, Fred made you nervous. While you felt the crushing weight of desire to be more than friends with him, you couldn't actually fathom it. Any time you seriously thought about the implications of realizing your romantic feelings towards Fred, your heart hammered in your chest in a way that was likely not healthy. But keeping his company was an addiction you couldn't deny, so you sought to spend time with him any way you could, even assigning the most banal (or even hated) tasks to be spent with him. At least it gave you some glimmer of joy. 

Fred, of course, felt at ease when you asked him to help you cram for your math test. "C'mon Freddie, I'll fail without you!" you whined. 

Internally, he was shoving down a smirk at the thought that you needed him, that you were begging for his help, his time, his attention. Outwardly, however, he rolled his eyes, "What are you, five? You don't have to whine. And I'm sure you can do it without me." 

You shook your head vigorously in response. "You and I both know I don't know what the hell is going on in that class. And I need someone to quiz me and make sure my answers are right. I can't trust my own answers."

"I'll think about it," he replied, even though he knew he'd say yes. He was just stringing it out to tease you. 

"I'll feed you!" You burst out and he started laughing, "C'mon. My house, free snacks. Plus, my company." You grinned deviously, joking that that was your selling point. However, for Fred, it was all that actually mattered and he was sold long ago, before you'd really even asked him.

"Okay, okay, fine. You've convinced me." He pretended to let you win, as if he wasn't already wrapped around your finger. 

Studying together. That's something that normal friends do, right? Even if it was at night…all alone in your house together. Right?

The nerves were getting to you despite this fact. Fred had been to your house plenty of times and while you outward tried to 'play it cool,' you actually spent hours planning, cleaning, and preparing any time he came over. Everything was just-so but also perfectly curated to look nonchalant. You tried your best not to let him know that your palms were sweaty or your heart was racing any time you thought of him. 

You welcomed him into your home, snacks already set, and thanked him profusely for his time (you tried to hide your feelings, but you weren't really any good at it). "You really don't have to keep thanking me," he mused, "I'm already here. Not going anywhere." 

"Right, yeah," you felt an embarrassed blush hit your cheeks but shoved it down as quickly as possible. 

He put you at ease by focusing on the task at hand and forcing you to study, mercifully he didn't bring up your heightened state. Eventually, you fell into a rhythm and talked both about the math at hand, but also about the broader aspects of life. Soon, you were more focused on that part of it and became distracted from the math goals you had laid out. Joking with Fred and relaxing more, pushing him playfully and enjoying his smiling response. It became late rather quickly and you noticed your eyes tiring to the point that you had to put forth effort to keep them open. Fred finally steering you back to boring studies didn't help, either. 

"Hey!" He snapped his fingers in front of your face, welcoming you back to a drowsy haze. "You can't fall asleep! We're only like, halfway through this chapter!"

"I am not falling asleep… I'm just resting my eyes," you said and he gave you a deadpan stare at your cliched excuse. "No, really! They're burning from reading so much."

"Uh-huh," he replied in a tone that indicated disbelief, "I can't believe you're quitting on me already."

"I'm not. Jeez!" You stood up and stretched, then plopped back down next to him. "There. All jazzed up now. Continue," you prompted, tapping the book in front of him. 

Your magic wake up 'cure' lasted all of three minutes. You could feel your thoughts becoming disjointed and you were missing words from Fred's sentences as he spoke. Your responses started to become muted "uh-huh"s and agreeing, grumbling moans. Before long, you'd completely nodded off, head drooping down onto Fred's shoulder. 

Luckily for Fred, you were totally zonked, because he sat up rigidly, panicking at your closeness. "Y/N?" He asked in a normal tone, before changing to a hissing whisper to repeat it. When you didn't stir, his thoughts immediately reeled; what was he to do? Part of him wanted to nudge you awake. Surely this was a mistake on your part and you'd loathe him when you woke, wondering why he didn't rouse you sooner. You'd probably both be embarrassed and then you'd have to take a huge step back in your relationship and everything would be awkward. And you wanted to pass this test, and he had vowed to help you. He couldn't just let you sleep through it, right? 

However, the stronger part of him that won out screamed at him to let this last as long as possible. You'd never been this close before, and he didn't mind being your pillow when you looked so …sweet. You looked peacefully innocent, lips slightly parted to let your gentle breath through, warming the soft wool fabric of his sweater vest. He had resolved to let you sleep, (he justified it by saying that you must need the rest, or at least a break, if you were falling asleep on him!) but he didn't really know what to do with himself. He was afraid to keep skimming the book and jostling you awake. So, for a few moments, he just sat under the weight of your head and sweated bullets from his nerves. But watching the steady rise and fall of your chest while inhaling your scent, the languidness was contagious and he felt his eyelids getting heavier. Soon, his head started to carry the weight instead and he unconsciously laid against the top of your head, giving in to the comfort of sleep.

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Soooo...the other night at work, the thought randomly hit me that, while their motivations may be different, Stranger Things’ Vecna and Danny Phantom’s Penelope Spectra have pretty much the same M.O--targeting specifically teenagers, in order to prey on their fears/traumas for their own gain.

So um, yeah. This happened.

(Yeah yeah, everyone, INCLUDING ME, has noted the similarities between Vecna and Freddy Krueger, but you have to understand--I actually WATCHED Danny Phantom growing up :P)

REBLOGS>LIKES

[missretrosthrowbackdiner-archive]

"forget the vecna curse, what the hell's going on with the wheeler curse"

(insp by @brionysea)

[hellinhawkins]

moment of silence for my boy fred here 🫡

[icarus-has-falllen]

Requests 🤨📸

I’m trying to get back into writing

[thatgirlwithasquid]

y’know what? im actually curious about this

[katlandry]

I want you guys to know that I didn’t know that Fred says “Nancy! Nancy, please!” before he dies and finding this out has ruined my week… if one more person dies screaming for her to help them I swear 😭

BUT when this happens in S5 and it’s Robin shouting Nancy to help her & Nancy’s actually able to help and save her… full circle moment from Barb dying - I NEED IT

[pastelearthling65]

Regressor!fred bc i said so

Headcanons

-regresses to the ages of 1 to 6

-he regresses from flashbacks or seeing car accidents

-he gets stressed during car rides

-sometimes has to go padded, he usually doesn't mind

-likes to be picked up

-his CG is steve harrington or nancy wheeler

-draws a lot

-likes his hair being played with

-hates hot cocao as it burns like hell

-sensory issues (he's autistic)

-really shy

-he doesn't like car rides after what happened to him

-he picks at his scar

-he got a baby blanket from steve and he never lets it go

-hates the texture of yogurt, its not for him

-easily scared

-digs holes and looks at worms

[rwprincess]

Blinded Me With Science: Chapter Four (Fred Benson x Reader)

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Word Count: 1.5k

Synopsis: You and Fred join the Hellfire Club for a game in exchange for their participation in your articles for The Weekly Streak.

A/N: Sorry for the long gap. I have a direction, but it's slow-going getting there. Also, I'm changing the name of this series to Blinded Me With Science. I feel like with reader being so science-based, it's a better fit.

CW: Dunkin on the D&D; Dustin being kind of a brat; disparaging remarks towards geeks/dorks/nerds

The auditorium had a distinct smell with its hints of paint, dust, and years of accumulated sweat; but it was vibrating with the energy of its inhabitants, both present and long-gone. “Y/L/N!” Eddie called out from beside his throne, placed at the end of a long table that was on top of the stage. “And look at this, you even brought us a gift. The bounty of another player can never be overestimated,” he nodded and gestured towards Fred, who immediately became red in the face, feeling the flush of embarrassment at all of the attention being directed towards him. “Weary traveler, please, join us.” Fred raised a wary eyebrow in response, but followed you steadfastly as you trekked towards the stage.

“I’m more of a casual observer,” Fred clarified when the two of you were close enough to Eddie that you didn’t have to shout. He removed his satchel strap from over his shoulder and set it down on one of the chairs around the table. “Y/N and I thought that I could do an article about the game for the club.” You eyed him for implicating that it was your idea too, even though Fred had more or less insisted upon being here. 

“The more the merrier!” Eddie proclaimed before turning to you, “but you’re still here to play, right? Not just observe? I really need someone to fill in.”

“Yeah, yeah. I just mentioned to Fred that I would be playing and he wanted to see what it was all about.” Fred looked surprised that you’d turned it back on him, but began unloading his notebook and pencils anyway. Neither of you knew what to expect. Dungeons and Dragons was not well-known and often talked about in hushed tones, steeped in controversy. You knew it was a fantasy game and that you had to act as a character and there was dice involved…but that was pretty much it.

“Splendid!” Eddie declared, sliding a paper across the table toward you. “Here’s your character sheet. Since you said you didn’t have anything in mind, I went ahead and whipped one up for you,” he theatrically wiggled his fingers over the paper. “These numbers indicate your strength in different stats. Your number has to be high enough to choose to do certain actions, or to defeat enemies. But you don’t know that number going in,” he began to explain the concept and rules to you and you just nodded along hazily, not sure if you were actually retaining any of this information. “But don’t sweat it. If you get stuck or don’t remember, Gareth will be sitting next to you and he can help. He knows the rules better than anyone else, I promise. And I’m sure Henderson will be more than happy to help, too. You can’t get that kid to not explain things he likes, I swear. He never shuts up.”

“Oh, I wonder who I learned that from?” A voice mocked Eddie from beside you and you looked up to see a young boy with unruly curls and a smug smile marked with dimples on either cheek.

“Not me. I’m convinced you came out of the womb just blathering on.” Eddie rolled his eyes before introducing you. Soon, more members of Hellfire joined and introductory rounds were given again and again until the party was complete. Eddie had cast you in a healer role so you wouldn’t have to feel as though you needed to jump into every fray and battle. You could linger back and decide what to do with Gareth’s help without being in any ‘real’ danger. Fred remained mostly quiet beside you, taking notes. He didn’t question anything, surprisingly. Instead, he just let it be and drank it in. He truly was an observer tonight. 

At the end of a particularly harrowing battle that you all scraped by on, Eddie drew the session to a close and indicated that it was time he and Hellfire held up their end of the bargain. As you arranged the swabs and plates, you heard Dustin complain, “I don’t think this will be a fair representation of a bacterial culture for each of us. I mean, we’ve been handling dice, pewter figures, and Funyuns all night. That’s going to show up, right?”

“Not exactly. I mean, it’s not going to categorize what it is you’ve been touching--” you started, trying to be polite.

“No, I know that, duh. But I’m saying that we’ve been messing with all of this stuff, so it’s going to impact your data.” 

While you were less-than-amused at his tone, you still tried to be cordial, “I think it’s best to get an accurate reflection of someone in their day-to-day activities. This isn’t a one-off occasion for you, right?” He made a face, but nodded along anyway, “So it’s a good representation of what bacteria would typically be on your hands.”

“Palms up, Henderson.” Eddie commanded from behind you. Dustin met this with a grumble under his breath, but complied anyway, allowing you to run the swab across his palm. You spun its tip over the agar plate before sealing it as Eddie ruffled Dustin’s hair, berating him for being difficult.

“I won’t give you any grief,” Gareth said as he approached, palms up and at the ready.

“Thank you,” you acknowledged his helpfulness, “Actually, thanks for all your help tonight.”

“It’s a fun game, right?” He asked, eyes sparkling, and you thought you heard Fred snort from behind you, but ignored his input.

“Yeah, I could definitely see how you could get sucked into it,” you agreed, swabbing his hand.

“You should come back some time. We’d love to have you,” he kindly urged and now you knew you could hear Fred behind you, muttering something. You quickly glanced over your shoulder at him and he looked away, quickly walking to interview someone about their D&D experiences instead.

“Yeah, maybe. I guess if Eddie needs another person to fill-in, I could try it again sometime. Thanks again,” you snapped the plate shut over Gareth’s sample and looked back over at Fred. You weren’t sure if you’d imagined his haste or not. Now he was nonchalantly talking to one of the other boys and had his notepad up like every other interview you’d seen him do, and it was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

You opened the school door out into the brisk night air as Fred walked beside you. “I was kind of nervous about Eddie, to be honest. You know, all the stuff you hear about him at school,” he said and you nodded along. Eddie did have a reputation, even if it was largely false. “But he’s not like that at all. I mean, I thought I was a geek!” He started to laugh.

“Fred Benson!” you feigned shock but were unable to keep the smile from creeping up your face.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You’re going to tell me that that wasn’t one of the dorkiest things you’ve ever been witness to?” He gestured back at the building, indicating the auditorium you’d left only minutes prior and you shrugged in response.

“I mean, I guess, sure. But who am I to judge? Maybe everyone’s a dork for something.”

“Stop the presses, that’s going to be my headline: maybe everyone’s a dork for something.” Fred reiterated as a joke. 

“Psh. You’re the pot calling the kettle black. You just admitted that you were a geek!” 

“Yes, but I still don’t think I’m at that level. Shocking, I know.”

“What, you didn’t want to pretend to be a wizard or a giant and defeat some big bad monster? I think that sounds right up your alley.”

“I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean. Is this your attempt at insulting me? If so, do better.” He grimaced, but there wasn’t real upset behind it.

“No, I’m being serious! You’ve never wanted to be someone else or just kinda play make believe, like when we were kids? It’s fun!” You tried to convince him, but he just gave you his straight, deadpan stare. “Better than reality sometimes.” You shrugged and he looked at you with a puzzled expression and you couldn’t quite place why. 

“I guess…it’s not out of the realm of possibility to want to be someone else. Or to imagine some things to be different.” He looked off into the distance at a memory that you couldn’t see and he wasn’t willing to talk about, not now anyway. The sudden change in tone in the conversation made you uncomfortable and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“Thanks for coming along tonight. It made it just a little less awkward,” you admitted and he smiled at you.

“Sure,” he shrugged, “whenever you want to go to suspected demonic clubs or Satanic cults, count me in!” You laughed and shook your head at his ridiculous sense of humor.

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[endlessdreamerxoxo]

Sometimes, I think of an au in which Henry regrets killing a bunch of hormonal teenagers with an array of drama and personal problems. Think of Billy driving donuts in the upside-down. The Hellcheer love triangle with Jason continuing. Heather and Max insulted Vecna at every given moment. Eddie is playing his music at night when Henry is asleep. Fred and Barb, and Partrick are planning an escape from the upside-down.

Vecna tries to get Bob's help with these kids who are not scared of him anymore. But Bob is more concerned about the kids.

The only one who is actually scared of Henry is Jason

[psychotic-nonsense]

To the people of Hawkins, the Devil's resurrections withheld a pattern. The names of whom It took control of are still bold in the town's history, and soon, a timeline is formulated. One twisted with misinformation, yet compatible enough with the equally misinformed summary the government gave them to satiate the rest of the unknown.

Barbara Holland was The Catalyst. Her disappearance and later death confirmation was the beginning of the town's soon to grow body count. No one had seen it then, but that's where it began.

Robert Newby was The Signal. His death in Hawkins Lab, its influence on his end and its subsequent fall the sign that their community was crumbling. That was when the people's eye opened.

William Hargrove was The Mark. The point of reference on the true evils around them. He was an outsider to the town, not born of it. It wasn't the people who were cursed, but Hawkins itself. And it cared not who came into its path.

Edward Munson was The Harbinger. His harnessing of satanic rituals, hidden under guise of a game, lured him into sermons and devotion to the evil lurking beneath the town's skin. He was the dark clouds on the horizon, the only warning the people would get before hell broke loose.

Christina Cunningham was The Innocent. The truly kind Saint of the town, yet still taken by Hawkins' curse. She was the only one who could not have had an ounce of evil within her, nothing to pull her towards the deep, and still she fell. It furthered The Mark, proving further that this curse did not care.

Fredrick Benson was The Shift. His death began a change in the town, where the truth of all that was going on was finally caught. He brought light to what was wrong, and subsequently, Hawkins' curse cared less and less.

Patrick McKinney was The Breaking Point. This was the moment The Harbinger became The Bane, to the people. It was The Bane's work that was causing all of this destruction, his channeling of dark energies for so long causing him to fuse with it. And now, with a host, Hawkins' curse was free to roam and inflict and pain.

Jason Carver was to be The Savior. He went to the place of who was next to be taken. He tried to fight those who fought in the name of the curse, evading manipulative trickery and slowly freeing those trapped by the curse. But despite all those he saved, the curse still needed something to take.

What it left behind was Maxine Mayfield, The Survivor. Though scarred and broken from the curse's influence, she and those she cared for lived. It was hope, futile as it may seem, that Hawkins' evils wouldn't persist much longer, that there was an end to the cycle.

Nevermind that this was all completely wrong. It was a story the people wanted to believe, so they believed.

[will80sbyers]

Vecna's four victims

[iwritestuffzs]

y'all don't understand how much these little guys consume my mind

the trauma babies

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

And this applies for the older members of the Party. . . This was supposed to be a Steddie post, but it ran away from me:

Lmao, it's going by Horror movie virginity rules, but queer edition. The reason that Steve survived is because he hasn't lost his GUY virginity yet, but he has done stuff with guys, so he gets beaten up quite a lot. The same goes for Eddie, but apparently, he went a little further. He's not dead, though, because he still has to lose his guy virginity with Steve. Well, if that applies, then. . .Barb?? Oh my God, Bob??? (Actually, not surprised.) Jesus, Hop, what did you do with a guy? I mean, clearly, you're not dead, so. . . but you did do stuff. Chrissy?! What happens at cheer camp, stays at cheer camp, I guess. Fred and Patrick. . . Jason. . .hmm. Billy, not too surprised. (Still hate him.) Benny, almost immediately. You're welcome to add on if I missed anyone. Oh! Heather! I bet it was with Chrissy.

[gayofthefae]

Thinking again about Fred Benson as an out of the ordinary victim. He was the first to be told "Join me" instead of Chrissy's "end your suffering" and he was the only one of all four Vecna victims who wasn't specifically being or had been abused.

Chrissy was abused by her mother, Patrick was abused by his father, Max was abused by her brother.

But Fred hurt someone else. Fred killed someone.

Henry's guilt manifesting? Punishing Fred? But asking him to join him as well, does he see it as strength?

Just thinking...

[spookystarfishzombie]