#vecna x y/n

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

There's Eddie and then there's you, who has moved into the trailer park. Eddie discovers this one morning and proceeds to make an ass of himself. Features cute and flirty Eddie.

Or alternatively Eddie spots you while he's rushing to get to his van for school and nearly knocks himself out.

Eddie has no game but he tries, sweet Eddie.

🖤

Eddie doesn't pay much attention to the new family moving into the trailer park. He's too focused on getting a song prepared for Saturday at The Hideout, alternating that with writing in his notebook, poring over ideas for a new Hellfire campaign.

Wayne pokes his head out of the trailer door, he's clutching cups of coffee for them both. Eddie's coffee is in his favourite mug- the Garfield one that Wayne bought for him when he first moved in with him many moons ago.

He gulps the coffee down, almost burns his tongue at the scalding temperature then swears when he realises what time it is. Shit shit shit. He's already late for school, he's determined to graduate this year so no skipping any boring shit no matter how much he wants to.

It's when he's climbing inside his van that he realises he's forgotten his essay for Mrs O'Donnell's class, it took him long enough to write the shit. If this was about D&D or metal music or any one of the fantasy novels he loves then he'd ace it, but it's not and he's not interested in another fucking love story.

Honestly, he wouldn't put it past the old dragon to fail him if he forgot the essay and he can't use the excuse that a dog ate it- that got him a week's detention last time.

It's then that he sees the trailer door open that's not far from Mayfield's house and he's not seen who's moved into the new trailer so sue him, he's curious and looks over.

You can imagine his surprise when he catches a hint of a cheerleading uniform then you peer up at him, the momentum as he runs or if he's being honest tries to strut and the fact he's gawking at you causes him to trip over his feet and he nearly knocks himself out on his van door and sprawls on the ground.

"Jesus h Christ" he growls and he cringes that he almost knocked himself out because he was hawking at a pretty lady. Smooth Munson. Real smooth.

"Are you alright?" Suddenly you're beside him, kneeling in the grass and peering over him anxiously. He thinks he might have died and he's now in heaven because your fingers are in his hair and you murmur that you're checking for blood.

"Beautiful" he thinks to himself but then he realised he said it out loud and a pink blush coats his cheeks. You bite your lip and a sweet smile blooms on your face.

"Okay, I think you've definitely hit your head" You grin at him and his heart is fluttering, racing like a hummingbird's wings. Fuck, he has no game when it comes to women, usually he tries to make them laugh or makes an overdramatic fool of himself.

But this right now with you? this stumps him and makes him nervous. Eddie was rarely nervous, perfecting a don't give a fuck demeanour over the years but one look from you and he's putty. Feels shy and tongue-tied, he can't remember the last time he was ever tongue-tied.

Trying very carefully not to make an ass of himself he gets up and takes a bow which makes you giggle. "Eddie Munson at your service princess"

"I know. Your reputation precedes you, Eddie, though you're nothing that I thought you'd be like" he smiles impishly, knows exactly what you mean.

"Mmm, mean, scary and is known to make Jason Carver piss his pants" You snort and nod, eyes lighting up and he's eager to hear your sweet laugh again.

Maybe you have some jock boyfriend who would kick his ass for flirting or talking to his girl but at this moment he could not give a shit.

"Yeah and I didn't expect you to almost knock yourself out just because you looked at me" there's a shyness to your tone and he shrugs.

"It's not often that I'm graced with someone who is so enchanting Milady" he teases but it's the truth at the same time and you

"Enchanting? I've never been called that before" you seem surprised that someone could think that about you and that pisses Eddie off. If you did have a boyfriend then he was the biggest jackass in the world if he didn't show you how special you were.

And he never thought there would ever be a bigger jackass than Jason Carver.

"I've never made a complete ass of myself and nearly gave myself a concussion in front of a girl before sweetheart, guess there are firsts for everything" he hides his smile with a lock of his hair, his heart rate spiking again at the look on your face.

"Should probably get going, I'd offer you a ride but uh I'm sure your boyfriend would kick my ass if I did that and you know you're from the dark side and Hellfire would lose their shit" he's disappointed he can't talk to you more but at least you live close, maybe you would speak again.

It's only when he realises that you've walked past him and you're waiting at the van door that he comes out of his reverie.

"The dark side? We're not in Star Wars and if I was I'd be Leia and kick the dark side's ass. Also it's good that I don't have a boyfriend so you can drive me huh Munson?" You wink at him and his brain short circuits.

No boyfriend. You just winked at him. He feels like a deer in headlights then promptly snaps out of it. Feels like he's the cock of the walk as he struts to his van.

He absolutely does not nearly trip over his own feet again trying to impress you with his suave strut. Absolutely not.

He does.

[bebx]

When Art the Clown lights Vecna up

I think it’d be an epic battle if they met, actually

[letsskedaddle]

to the writers that have a masterlist pinned on your page, i love you with my whole heart

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Lost You

Pairing: Max Mayfield x GN!reader

Pt1: Promise?

Summary: In which Vecna targets you instead of Max and she's scared of losing you

Genre: Fluff/Angst

TW: Near death experience, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of strong language, romance themes, and the usual stranger things theme.

A/N: Your favorite song is Everybody Wants to Rule The World by Tears for Fears. You sorta have to read the first part to understand this one, I said sorta because this one shot starts where the first part ended and stuff.

IT'S FINALLY HERE SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT GUYS I DIDN'T MEAN TO

Anyways enjoy this oneshot/imagine(that isn't proofread whatsoever)

You ran for what felt like miles, you panted now out of breath. When you realized that you weren't in your house anymore, it was red and clocks were floating. And when you turned around you was met with a dead Chrissy Cunningham, you also screamed at the sight.

"Y/n," Vecna's voice loomed the air. "It's time for your suffering to end."

You turned around and was face to face with Vecna, he backed you into a corner. Which was stupid on your part as vines began to wrap around your arms and legs.

"Let me go!" You exclaimed.

"Why should I? It's clear to see you're suffering out there." Vecna stared you down.

"You don't know anything!" You spat.

"Oh but I do, I know everything about you Y/n." Vecna revealed. "I know about your mother and her history with the pills, such a shame isn't it?"

"Shut up!" You screamed.

"I'm only telling the truth y/n, it's all your fault. You should have been more careful," Vecna looked into your eyes.

You tried to look away when you felt a vine making its way around your neck, choking you.

"There's a reason why you don't tell them the truth, why you don't tell Max the truth." Vecna spoke.

...

Dustin held the radio in his hand, listening to Robin's words as they came in and out. Apparently well according to Robin, music was the key to saving Vecna but what was your favorite song?

Dustin ran back to the group and took out everything from your bag.

"What's their favorite song?" Dustin asked the group.

"What? What does y/n favorite song have to do with this?" Max exclaimed.

"Well Robin said that the key to escaping Vecna is by listening to your fav- nevermind what's her favorite song?" Dustin exclaimed.

"Uh let me think!" Lucas exclaimed.

"We don't have time to think, Y/n is about to die right now!" Steve panicked

"They aren't going to die, just tell me what's their favorite song!" Dustin screamed at Steve.

...

"You're not really here," You said in between breaths.

"Oh but I am Y/n, I am here. And I don't plan on leaving,"

...

"Cmon, cmon," Steve mumbled to himself, why did you have so many cassette tapes in one bag?

"Tears for Fears!" Max exclaimed, out of nowhere. "That's their favorite band!"

And with that, the group began to look for the one cassette that they knew you owned by them.

"I found it, I found it!" Lucas exclaimed.

"Hurry put it on!" Steve exclaimed.

"I'm trying!" Dustin shouted.

"Hurry up!" Max exclaimed.

...

Tears welled up in your eyes as Vecna's hand went to go over your face, that's when you hear it.

"Welcome to your life"

Vecna turned around to see where the noise was coming from and that's when you saw them, saw her. They were screaming at you to wake up, hoping that you would. You saw yourself and you were flying? But that thought erased your mind when Vecna turned back to watch you again, you squirmed.

"It'll all be over soon," Vecna told you with his hand over your face.

Through his fingers, you were still able to see your friends. And you realized that you couldn't die now, they needed you, she needed you. Your favorite memories of them began to flood your mind, when you were truly happy.

The dice rolls to a 12, you did it. You won the game. Lucas runs up to hug you as did the others. They all began to cheer for you.

"You did it Y/N, you did it!" Lucas exclaimed.

"That was so amazing Y/N!" Mike agreed.

"You just have to play with us again!" Will smiles.

"Forever actually," Dustin added.

"I shall!" You laughed.

You thought of another memory with your friends, one in particular.

You and Steve were riding down the street, Madonna came on.

"Oh, this is my jam turn it up Steve!" You exclaimed.

"Oh my god," Steve mumbled but does what he's told.

You began to sing along to the lyrics with your fake microphone.

"And we're living in a material world and I am a material girl," You sung along, horribly which made Steve chuckle.

You glared at him before laughing with him, it felt like hours and you hoped it would never end.

Another tear rolled down your face as you remembered one more memory, of Max.

You had gotten a bad grade on a test, and you weren't happy about it at all. Max approached you and saw your face and knew what it was.

"Hey," Max greeted.

"Hey," You grunted.

"Wanna hang out at my house today?" Max asked.

"It's the middle of the week, Max, maybe this weekend."

"My mom said it's fine,"

"No she didn't," You replied instantly.

"Cmon just this once, we can rent that movie you wanted to see."

"Really?" You turned to look at her.

"Yes!" Max smiled. "Whatever it takes to make you happy."

"I'm the happiest when I'm with you," You admit, Max's cheeks flushed as your words as she smiled at you.

You gasped as your hand was now free and punched Vecna in the face, knocking him away from you.

"Help me make the most of freedom"

You fell to the ground, you tried not to care as you got up and ran towards the portal.

"And our pleasure, nothing ever last forever."

You ran closer and closer to it, Vecna tried to ruin your path. You tried your best to evade it and you made it to the portal.

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

You gasped as you fell down, the others began to surround you. Max hugged you tight. Steve wiped a tear from your face as he caressed your head, you hadn't realized you were crying.

"I'm okay, it's okay." You told them but you were really you were telling yourself that.

"That was scary Y/n, please don't do that ever again." Lucas says.

"I'll try," You smile at him.

"I thought I lost you," Max whispered.

"You'll never lose me Max, never." You told her and that was a promise.

[remusluvr]

everybody wants to rule the world | steve harrington

summary: Sometimes it takes a life-threatening event for people to finally admit their feelings. content: female reader, jealousy, angst, Vecna, a singular kiss, a love confession, unedited, usage of y/n

He's protective of her. You notice it right away, the way that his eyes linger longer on her when she's walking away. When something bad happens, he glances over to see if she's okay. He doesn't do that with you. No, not even after months of you don't even know what to call you and Steve.

You two are not dating, but you're also not hooking up. You go to each other for comfort, especially after everything that happened at Starcourt Mall. Maybe he had never even seen you as an option for romance. Maybe you're simply just friends. Friends that have so many sleepovers it should be illegal. Friends that cuddle up together at usually any chance they get. Friends that go off just them two during hangouts with others to be alone. Friends that call each other the sweetest nicknames. Just friends.

But you watch the way Steve is with Nancy. It's so obvious how much he misses her. It makes your entire body ache at the idea of not being just friends with him anymore because he's realized he still loves his ex-girlfriend.

Why shouldn't you think that? He's barely even spared you a glance at all during your adventures around town trying to figure out a way to defeat Vecna with El out in California. Nancy is always right there, soaking up his attention.

When he gets pulled down into the water, she's the first to jump right in as you fumble around, trying to calm your heartbeat. Steve could be dying and you are trying to not have a panic attack instead of doing something about it like Nancy. He deserves someone like Nancy, is what you tell yourself over and over and over again. Steve and Nancy deserve each other. Secretly, you wish that they won't figure that out. That he won't leave you completely in the dust.

"Maybe after we're all done saving the world, we could all go out or something. Y'know, me, you, Robin, Jonathan, when he gets back, and (Y/N)," Steve suggests to Nancy as she picks cobwebs out of his mess of hair. You're just around the corner and hear me fumbling over his words. He must really miss her.

Ignoring the sting of tears that are fighting to escape you come into the room, following after Robin. Steve looks at you for what must be the first time in days but you can't look at him. It makes your stomach twist.

You feel stupid for thinking that you and Steve could ever be more. Swallowing the lump in your throat you mumble how you're gonna take a step outside. No one acknowledges you.

It's absolutely disgusting out here and you take a seat on the upside-down version of the house's front step. You wrap your arms around your knees, laying your cheek on them just to get a moment's break from everything. You want to sob your entire heart out. Everything has been way too overwhelming lately.

"What are you doing out here?" Robin asks as she steps through the front door. You glance back and shrug.

"Don't know. Just needed a break," you sigh, turning back to lay your head down on your knees again. She hums, sitting down beside you. You enjoy her company but right now you just wish you were alone. "Hey, do you think-"

"(Y/N)?" Robin calls out as she turns your body towards her. You're frozen, eyes rolled to the back of your head. She screams for Steve and Nancy who come barreling out.

"What happened?!" Steve shouts, rushing toward you. He's shaking as his hand press down onto your shoulders. "We need music. Please tell me someone has some type of tape."

He can't stop looking at you hoping that you can see him despite knowing that you can't. You're somewhere else completely.

--

There are vines covering the walls of your childhood bedroom and you can hear your father calling from downstairs. You're freaking out because this is not where you just were, sitting outside with Robin.

The realization of what is happening kicks in. You need to get out. Going for the window, you find it boarded up. You race down the stairs, past your "father" who is screaming at you like he always did when you were little and your aim is for the front door. However, boards fly over it just as you get close enough.

"It's going to take a lot more than that to get out of here," an eerie voice calls out. It's booming and you wonder if the others are also able to hear it. Despite Vecna's warning, you try at the door anyway.

--

"Please tell me someone has the new Tears for Fears album! Please!" Steve shouts, looking frantically at Nancy and Robin who shake their heads. "No, no, no."

--

"Baby?"

"Steve?" Despite all that's happened up to this moment, hearing Steve's voice is like a miracle. You rush through the newly unboarded back door of your house. "Steve!"

Vecna is playing games with you, now putting you at the edge of Lover's Lake. You see Steve's car, rushing toward it when you notice people inside. For just a moment, there is visible relief in you but it drains quickly as you notice who the people are. Steve and Nancy.

Tears spring into your eyes as you notice they're making out. Your voice is quieter as you call out for him. He looks over, smirks before turning to kiss Nancy one last time.

"Why would I choose you over her? I love Nancy, not you," Steve taunts, walking toward you. You cry as he approaches you, cradling yourself in your own arms. "You mean nothing to me."

--

"Max!" Steve screams as she, Lucas, and the rest of them show up. She runs up, frantic. "Do you have the new Tears for Fears album?!"

"I-I have their one new song. Fuck, it's um- it's Everybody Wants To Rule The World."

He practically rips it from her when she holds it out, shoving the headphones over your ears. Steve wants to throw up, and cry, and throw himself into the nearest body of water. He'd do anything to make sure you were safe right now. He listens to the faint sound of your favorite song, hope filling his body.

--

You look around as the opening to your favorite song booms out. And then, suddenly, everything is red and there are spikes everywhere.

"Welcome to your life. There's no turning back. Even when we sleep, we will find you."

Spinning around you notice an opening out in the distance. It's now or never. You see your friends surrounding you, Steve with his hands pressed over the pair of headphones over your head.

"There's a room where the light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do, I'll be right behind you."

You watch as your body starts to float into the air and Steve goes crazy.

"Steve!" you scream but nothing comes out of the body he can see. The opening back to safety opens up more and you start to sprint toward it, not stopping even as Vecna tries to stop you with falling rocks.

"All for freedom and for pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world."

--

You focus on running, jumping through the opening as the last of the song plays. You fall from the sky but Steve is there to catch you, cradling you into him. His eyes clench shut as he holds you to him, both of your breathing still not returning to normal.

"You're okay, baby. You're okay," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. The others back off a little as Steve helps you calm down. You cry into his chest and he wishes that he could comfort you for as long as you need. But, you're still in the upside down and Vecna obviously knows that you're here.

You've gotten so lucky and both of you know that. He could've easily never been able to hold you ever again. He vows to never take an eye off of you again.

Steve knows he's been preoccupied. He knows he hasn't been treating you the best. And there is nothing more he wants than to tell you how he feels. He doesn't love Nancy.

He loves you.

You come out of your hiding place that is his chest and wipe at your tears. His hands are firm at the sides of your face as his eyes do a scan over your whole self.

"I-I'm sorry, Steve," you whimper out and his heart breaks.

"Why are you apologizing, sweetheart?"

"I don't know. For worrying everyone, I suppose."

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. Holy fuck, don't you dare apologize. I'm so glad you're okay," he says whilst smiling down at you. You smile back but pull away from him.

"I'm just gonna take a minute to myself," you mumble and start walking in the opposite direction from him but he's quick to catch you.

"If you think I'm letting you out of my sight ever again then you're crazy. I didn't even know you were out here. When Robin screamed that something was wrong with you, it felt like I was going to die. I can't let something bad happen to you again."

"Steve. I'm okay, thank you for helping me. I just need a minute. You can go back to talking with Nancy." You don't believe him. Yes, he was probably scared but so were Nancy and Robin. Everyone was scared. You wouldn't want that to happen to anyone standing around the front of this house but that doesn't mean you love them in that way. You pull your arm from his grip continuing to walk away from him and it takes him a minute before he jogs to catch up with you.

The two of you are further from the group now. Your conversation is more private.

"(Y/N), I don't want Nancy. I thought I did, I won't lie. I did think that but I want you. Not her. We never worked and we won't ever work. You mesh so well with me, perfectly if I say so myself. We work. And I love you. I need you to know that because I love you so much and thinking that I'd never be able to tell you that made me want to join you in Vecna's trap just so he could take me too," he confesses. You stare at him, his hair all messed up and his clothes dirtier than ever. He thinks he's said the wrong thing and just as he thinks to backtrack on his confession you kiss him.

His head is spinning, but in a good way now as you kiss him and he kisses you. He smiles against your lips and it's like you're in a dream.

"Stevie, I love you too."

He feels like the king of the world.

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Imagine that you’re dating Eddie and in an effort to spend more time together he lets you sit in on a few dnd sessions with the idea to let you voice an NPC to add a little spice to the session. The group gets a kick out of this so even though you technically never join the campaign they let you sit in and voice NPCs and evil witches from time to time.

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Stranger things - Henry creel - SFW HCs

Whenever you try to be affectionate with Henry or try to spoil him he’d be confused. He’s not used to being attended to. It feels foreign to him, but it will take him some time to get used to.

He hates all of humanity, so you don’t need to worry about him cheating or being disloyal. It’s just you and him in the Upside Down <3

Your emotional side is not a challenge for him at all. With his telepathic powers he reads your mind whenever he wants to and is easily able to tell what is wrong. 

If someone hits on him or checks him out and you tell him, he will instantly use his telekinesis to torture them.

He’s totally ok with you getting heads for him, even if you just do it for fun. If you choose to be a serial killer with him you guys would be such a power couple :3

To mess with Mike and the gang you would use your cosplay skills to make yourself and Henry look like Vecna and the mindflayer for Halloween. 

He is very thankful for your devotion and likes to ask you for cuddles, maybe even your sweaters. As he hates being cold, he gets so happy when you are clingy with him allowing him to simply roll up with you and forget his woes.

Growing up Henry was a sensitive boy, and was very attuned to other people’s emotions. He would notice your little mood swings and telekinesis little snacks or presents for you, if he thought you were feeling down.

Henry gets super careful when you're hugging him and fall asleep on his shoulder. He will make sure to stay extra still, he wouldn't want to wake you up knowing how much of yourself you give to him.

Henry knows he speaks in an unusual tone most of the time, but he knows for sure that one of your 100 personalities will hear him, understand him. He trusts you.

your strange girlies,

admins sar, san & sav

[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.

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hii, its my first time requesting for peter-😭 but

a angst fic where orderly!reader seeing another female orderly flirting with Peter and, peter thinks its cute that reader is jealous so he flirts back. then he got confused on why reader ignores him, she only told how she felt when he finally cornered her and peter makes it up to her?? :))

also, ps. i love ur works!! <3

Brown. As In Charlie Brown?

Peter Ballard x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

CW: angst (but jealousy?), fluff, confessions, jealousy

AN: I am alive! I haven't written for Stranger Things since last year, and I am so happy to be back. and this fic was so fun and fluffy. Bite sized and not too long! Enjoy!

“You have adjusted so well to your new position, Miss Brown.”

That was the first compliment Peter had given another co-worker in months besides you. Miss Brown this, and Miss Brown that. She was a new Orderly who had been placed on your ward after a new group of children had been brought in. Brenner had high hopes for these children and only wanted the best to handle them.

Her name was even perfect. Miss Brown. Like Charlie Brown. The smell of warm coffee at the beginning of a morning shift. Chocolate. The leaves turning for Fall. She was too perfect, and how you seethed.

“Good morning, Wilson. How are the children doing this morning. Any progress with 003?”

Wilson. You met Peter’s gaze, swooning at how kindly he looked at you. Your name wasn’t anything like Brown. It reminded you of football and shoelaces. There was nothing poetic about it, and it made your temper simmer dangerously.

“Morning,” you replied shortly, tearing your gaze away to lock on the floor. Your shoes scuffed against the linoleum, squeaking in the silence. “003 is doing well. 011 is still in conflict. But with time things should mend, we hope.”

“Well, that’s good to-”

“I have to go,” you cut him off, not sparing him a second glance as you made your way out of the hallway and to the breakroom. You needed to breathe. And your heart was in your throat, closing it up.

You shut the breakroom door behind you, sighing in relief when you saw you were alone. You made your way to the coffee machine, slow brewing something dark and bitter. Cupping the mug, you poured as much milk in as you could. If only you could wash Miss Brown away as easily as weakening your coffee.

“This is absurd,” you muttered to yourself, scoffing at how ridiculous you were being.

You had been working with Peter for a long time, and you knew him. He was kind to everyone. But before Miss Brown you had been the only other female Orderly on your ward. You hadn’t known Peter to extend his kindness to another woman before that you happened to work with every day up until now. Knowing that he was sharing his attentiveness with someone else left a pang of jealousy, and hurt, in your heart every time you saw him smiling at her.

With a sigh, you sat down on a rickety fold out chair in the corner, looking down at your sad, weak mug of coffee. This was truly a sorry sight.

“y/n?” a knock on the door.

You froze, eyes quickly flitting up to the door’s window and down again. Of course he’d come running after you, generously kind as always.

You heard the door open as you idly watched your spoon stir your coffee around.

“Are you alright? You seem off today.”

Oh, how concerned he sounded. Like he actually cared.

“I do care.”

Oh, shit you’d said that out loud, hadn’t you?

“Well, I don’t care that you happen to care,” you snapped, finally looking up at him.

He looked surprised at that. You weren’t usually like this at all. This seemed to spur him on, prodding at your thinning patience like a stick to a bear ready to leap.

“I don’t know what I did,” he started, slowly sitting down on a chair next to you. “but I would like to know what is going on.”

You stared at him. Those blue eyes staring into your green ones. Earth against water, and tumultuous with conflict as they battered against one another.

“It’s Brown,” you said simply. You took a large sip from your mug and grimaced, a frown deep in your brow.

“Brown?” he was even more perplexed now.

You got up and threw out the coffee in the basin, moving to the machine to brew another cup.

“Stop. What do you mean by Brown?” He got up and caught your wrist, stopping you from starting up the machine again to drown out his voice.

You whirled around. “B. R. O. W. N! Do I have to spell it out for you? You like Miss Brown.”

His grip on your wrist loosened and you yanked it away, turning your back on him. The grind of coffee beans filled the stunned silence. You could feel his calculating stare land on your back, a target filled with speculation and judgement, no doubt. If he thought you had gone mad, you wouldn’t doubt it.

“You’re jealous?” was what he asked once the machine had finished, a fresh shot of espresso slowly flowing into your mug.

“No.” You shoved the cap back on and moved down the station to put sugar in.

“You clearly are.” Was that the hint of amusement in his voice? Did he find this funny?

You scowled and shook your head, aggressively dumping the sugar in, not sparing the small grains that flew to the floor a second glance.

The crunch of shoes on sugar as he moved with you. This haphazardly made coffee was somewhat entertaining for him to watch. He smiled a little, charmed by how much you had seemed to lose your composure.

Just as you were about to pour milk (a significantly smaller amount this time), he stopped you. His cool hand rested gently over yours this time, pushing your hand to set the milk carton down.

“I don’t like Miss Brown, if that is what you are so ruffled about,” he said gently, his hand still there, palm down, over yours. If anyone were to come in, they’d find it a funny sight: two Orderlies, both holding the same carton of milk, one ignoring the other.

“Then who do you like?” you pulled your hand away from his in defeat. The soft clink of your mug being placed on the metal table before you turned to face him once and for all.

“You,” he said simply, a small shrug. “From how you’ve been lately, I’d say you do too. Like me, I mean, not yourself,” he laughed awkwardly and oh, the way that smile went crooked on one side made your heart flip.

“Maybe.”

You moved back a little, noticing how close he was. The soft crunch of sugar under shoes again as he moved closer to you again.

“Maybe?” that boyish smile of his never left as he leaned forward, a hand reaching up to brush your cheek.

Frozen. You were actually incapable of moving. And he was so very close to you, the soft tickle of his breath on your cheek as his lips softly pressed against yours in a closed kiss.

Your cheeks warmed as he pulled back, meeting your eyes again.

“I’ll see you after morning roll call,” he said softly, breath fanning against your lips. “Don’t be late. Brenner wants us all there at 7:30.”

Before you could say or do anything, he was gone and down the corridor. And you were left with your cooling cup of coffee and the lingering scent of spearmint and a cologne you couldn’t name.

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imagine about boyfriend!peter braiding y/n's long hair when she's stressed and can't relax after her argument with dr brenner? 💞💝💞💗💗

aww I loved this so much, I hope you like it my dear! <3

Bestios . (little kisses)

pairing; boyfriend!Peter Ballard x Fem!reader

summary; in the request!! reader gets into an argument with Brenner and can't relax afterwards so her boyfriend Peter braids her hair. <3

warnings; arguing, tension, little bit of crying, stress

a/n; I did a jace fic similar to this!! and I thought the idea of writing it in a stranger things/Hawkins Lab perspective was interesting too :)

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"Do you think these actions are acceptable Ms. L/n?!" Brenners voice was loud and piercing in your ears.

"It was just one piece of candy, and the poor girl was crying! I couldn't just leave her there like she was nothing!" Your voice was clear but he wouldn't hear you.

"Nonsense! You do not show sympathy nor remorse for any of the children whatsoever! It weakens them!" Brenner could feel his blood behind to boil and churn under his skin.

"Weakens them?! How about it shows them that they matter and actually mean something?! Eleven was crying and you didn't even care that 002 bruised her!" You were clearly pissed, you were breathing so harshly it made your nostrils burn.

"That's enough!" Brenner yelled, his rough fist hitting the desk, he was at his final straw, and it made you scared.

"Do I need to teach you a lesson and have you be sent to the shocking rods?" His eyes were cold and filled with hatred.

Suddenly you wouldn't seem to find anything to say, like you'd already spat every word you could've ever spoken out at him.

You simply just shook your head.

"You're free to exit my office, now." Your legs forced you up as much as you felt defeated and relieved but also so fucking angry and scared at the same time and it made you feel stuck in place.

You forced yourself out of the room, and off you were to your boyfriend Peter's room.

You didn't even realize that you were crying until you were knocking on the door, and you were quick to wipe them away regardless of knowing it wouldn't make shit of a difference. He would still notice.

The door clicked opened,

"Baby? what's wrong?" He pulled you in close to him as he closed the door behind you, sweeping you into his arms.

"Nothing, it's just Brenner being fucking Brenner again.." you mumbled into his chest, you couldn't bare the hatred that tingled every single fiber inside your body that you had for this facility.

"Tell me what happened" He replied as he broke the hug, as you sat across from eachother on his silk sheeted bed.

Your body felt tense and weak at the same time, you felt drained and tired but more than awake and it was so stressful.

"During one of the expiraments, 002 injured Eleven, and like, he slammed her against the wall! with his mind! and the poor girl started crying and no one was doing anything about it at all, and I didn't even care about the rules, or if I would've been breaking them at the time, and I gave her some candy and I smiled at her!"

You rambled, your hands would gesture as if they had minds of their own whilst you spoke, and your dangle earrings would barely swing themselves as you went on.

It was things such as those that made Peter realize he loved you, how he could find the littlest things that subconsciously happen or that you would do seemed interesting to him.

"You know we aren't allowed to give them candy, but I can understand why you feel the way you do.. I've given Eleven candy before too when she's cried." He admitted as the palms of his hands slowly rubbed his knees, that was also something he did subconsciously that you found interesting, too.

"Atleast I'm not the only one.." You mumbled and let out a long breath from your nostrils.

Your shoulders still wouldn't fall and your muscles wouldn't let themselves relax and it was really starting to bother you now.

"Let me braid your hair." Peter spoke suddenly, he'd only ever done twice before, but when he did, it seemed like he loved it more than you possibly could've, and it made you smile and you turned away from him while he got a hair tie and a brush.

You felt all the tension start to ease its way out with every brush Peter did. He started by brushing your hair from the ends up to your roots, and now he was brushing through your hair from your ends to your roots.

It felt so soothing on your scalp, you felt like resting your eyes.

--×♥︎×--

Before you knew it, Peter was finishing off your braid he'd done with all your hair, it seemed to be longer than the rest of the women who worked in the building, theirs were either pixies, or shoulder length, but yours seemed to flow down go just slightly below your breasts. Peter always complimented it and told you he thought it was soft, and smelt like coconut.

"Finished." You turned to face him and smiled when you saw an already smiling Peter looking at you as you leaned in and kissed him gently.

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Chapter 1: Icebreaker

Jamie x female!reader fanfic

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

A quiet groan. I can hear it from two seats away from where I’m sitting. It’s almost been a month since I started this painting class where I saw it opened two blocks away from my apartment a month ago. I thought it was a perfect way to ignite my old artistic passion again. Lucky for me, it's a budget studio class, which means I don't have to break my savings just to fill up some of my free time. I work at a local bookstore and currently renting a small apartment. I'm doing good, but not amazing while living as an independent girl in this town.

I hear another sigh coming from him. Jamie first came into class around the second week I started here. I remember it was a slow day in class. I was wondering if I should even be here in the first place until I heard footsteps coming in. The way he walked in with his tussled blonde hair and iridescent eyes captured my attention immediately. Ever since then, he never missed a class. I decided to stick around after all.

“Jamie…Jamie… What did I say?” Mr. Hayes, our art teacher stops behind him as Jamie is struggling with his work. “Always check the proportions. Sorry,” he says in a low tone voice. Subtle English accent. Disgruntled look is forming on his face as he tries fixing his painting with more acrylic. Mr. Hayes pats on his back with approval and goes along to check his other students.

He's not really the worst in class. I’ve seen his work, he did a lot of good paintings except that he hates small details and proportional work.

Should I help him more? I mean, we barely talk in class aside from the occasional “Hey,” from time to time. In fact, he barely talks to anyone in here.

He shoots up a look to me.

Shit.

I didn’t realize that I’ve been staring at him for a while.

“Y/n, you’re doing great just don’t forget to clean up your finishing touches this time,” Mr. Hayes distracted my train of thoughts. “I will. Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” I give him a quick nod. I've had such a great experience so far with Mr. Hayes. He'll find a way to make one-on-one teaching lessons feel so personal to you. He's also very patient with all of us considering most of his students came in with zero prior art knowledge. I think that’s why Jamie has improved so much in just a short period of time.

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The morning is still early when the class ended and I'm now on a hunt for some caffeine to keep my day going. The café is just a five minutes walk down the road. It's called the Aroma Mocha. Since it's an hour away until my shift starts at the bookstore, I decide to have a brisk walk under the cool weather, taking it all in.

As I walk in, there are already five people in line ahead of me at the counter. I wait in line as I soak in the café’s inviting atmosphere. I see a few people inside with their quiet talks to each other. Another middle aged woman reading her book while sipping on a hot coffee. A dark haired teenage girl in the slightly hidden corner with headphones on while sipping on her cold drink in hand. I can't tell what it is but it makes me crave for an iced latte. In another corner, there's a tired college student staring straight into his laptop screen with the fast click-clacking sound of his hands on the keyboard. Just the right amount of calm and busy here, topped off with the aroma of freshly grinded up coffee beans filling up the air. It’s just such a nice morning to start. I've been observing everyone that I haven't noticed anyone getting in line behind me until…

“Y/n, right?”

I turn around and met with a tall lanky figure, silver rings on his fingers, blonde hair framing his cheekbones perfectly in the dim lights of the café.

“Oh yes. And you’re Jamie!”

He smiles. “Yep. Fancy meeting you outside the class.”

“I hope that’s not a bad thing.”

“Not at all. Pleased, really,” his eyes twinkles.

I don’t see the disgruntled, contorted face he always makes when painting in frustrations. He seems… sweet.

“Next!” The barista calls out to me.

“One iced latte, please…” I turn to Jamie. “…and whatever he’s having.”

“Coffee. Black,” he leans forward to respond. His subtle breath warm on my neck. “Thank you."

“You’re welcome,” I return his smile.

I’ve wanted to approach him so many times in class and chickened out. Crazy to think that this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

Our drinks were done at the counter after a few minutes. I grab both and hands his coffee. He takes it, fingers brush against mine.

“I’ll see you again, soon?”

“Yeah. See you again, y/n.”

He smiles and raises the cup of coffee thanking me again. I nod and quickly turns my face towards the floor hiding the warmth that's rising to my cheeks. With one last wave, I walk towards the door to leave.

“Wait!”

A surge of relief going through my body. Somehow I was hoping it wouldn't just end there.

“Do you have time to sit with me?” he asks.

I hold my wrist up and check the time on my watch. My shift is not starting until 40 minutes anyways. How long can it be to sit and talk with Jamie?

“If that’s okay,” a little hint of pleading in his voice.

“Yes, of course."

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We sit across each other at a table near the big window. His long legs brush against mine from time to time. Now that I'm actually closer to him than before, I can see his blue eyes sparkling even brighter under the sunlight streaming through the window pane. He's a little quiet at first. His fingers knotted with each other around his warm cup of coffee. It's almost as if he's wondering what to talk about. Eventually, he tries to ask me more about myself. Trying to set aside the sudden surprise of actually sitting with a new person on my day, I let myself cool down and let the conversations flow on their own. His eyes wide, yet soft as he looks at me attentively every time I tell him little things about myself. I just thought it was just out of politeness but I notice that he's actually listening to me when he chuckles and nods along to my stories. It's like every word that came out of my mouth hung around the air and he's just absorbing them all in.

"You know it's very interesting to finally hear all about the teacher's favourite in class," a teasing tone in his voice.

“Oh, stop. But you know, I've wanted to talk to you in class for a while as well."

“Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” he smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.

My heart does a somersault. He noticed that?

“Oh… I uh,” my cheeks starting to feel a little warm.

He winks.

“So what brings you to the class anyway,” my attempt at changing the subject.

“Oh, umm…” Jamie purses his lips as if he's thinking about the question itself.

"I wanted to try something new in this town. I just moved here and happened to walk by the studio and… well here I am."

“I see. I’m guessing you came all the way here from…”

“London. Yes. The accent, I know,” he laughs. Hand brushing through his beautiful locks.

“I just needed a change. What about you?”

“Oh I’ve lived here for a while. Two years now. Trying to prove to my parents that I can be independent, you know?” I tell him, quickly brushing the question off.

He nods. “You’re working?”

“Yeah. Do you know Bookworm Shack? It’s a block away from here. In fact, I should be getting into my shift in like 15 minutes now.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen it. Come on, I’ll drive you,” drinking the last bit of his coffee before he gets up.

I didn’t have time to process it. I haven’t sat in a car alone with a man for so long. Not since-

“You’re coming?” his head tilts towards me and scanning my eyes, hoping for a hint of agreement to his plan.

“I guess, there's no harm in that. Thank you."

“The least I could do for that coffee,” he gives a friendly punch to my upper arm and grinning ear to ear. Every bit of his face lights up when he does it. It feels nice to see him in a more cheerful mood than usual.

I'm not one to know much about cars. Truthfully, all cars look the same to me. If anyone would name a model of a car, no image would pop in my head at all. However, I am able to tell when a car is luxurious and expensive. Jamie's car is exactly that. At least better than the one I drove back in my hometown. It was an old car that my dad gave me after he finally saved up enough for a new one for his own. It was a little beat up but I loved it just the same. It didn't have the leg rooms as I have right now sitting in Jamie's car though. I know it wasn't the best car but it took me where I needed to and it was comfortable enough for me. Looking up at Jamie from the passenger's seat makes me feel a little shy. What do you do when someone told you to make yourself comfortable? Do they actually mean it or do they just want to be polite? Maybe I'll just play it safe and tuck my feet together and not mess with anything in here.

"Relax. The leather seat is not gonna bite you," he snickers after noticing me shifting carefully in my seat.

"Yeah, but you might," quickly giving him the same retort energy.

"Wow. Hurtful. Although, you'll never know. Hope you already got your rabid shot."

His face stays on the road but his eyes peering sideways towards me while smirking at his own joke. A giggle start escaping from my mouth and he finally lets out a big heartful laugh I've ever heard from him.

I feel myself being a lot more relaxed in my seat after that. We continue our conversations along the ride but it was cut short when Jamie pulls over in front of the bookstore. A little disappointment in my heart when I realized that I have to say goodbye to him now.

As I’m getting out of the car, he asks, “What time your shift ends?”

“6 pm. Why?” I respond back through the passenger’s seat window.

“Sounds like a good time for dinner. I’ll pick you up,” he winks again and drives away.

“Wait, I-“ Oh there’s no use. He’s gone.

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Chapter 2

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Wrong side of paradise // part 5 (Reader x Steve Harrington)

Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam,  @subjecta13-thefangirl, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr Tag list: @calpurnia2002, @gleefulleve, @shireentapestry, @mess-in-side, @farfromjustordinary, @manuosorioh, @mrsjaderogers, @pandoraneverland, @thxliaaa, @heyyimmisunderstood, @ginnupp, @ladyfallonavenger,@logibearhockey1, @lovesicksofi, @rainbowpr1sm, @untoldshortsofthefandoms, @amaliarosewood, @ninaaaschmid, @ihatepeanutss, @kathieycarrerarosshley, @venomsvl​ (I couldn’t find 3 or 4 tags, be sure to have it on that people can tag you!)

Summary: The end in near, all it takes is one final round to prove whether your mind is strong enough to withstand Vecna. The life of your friends and yours hanging by a thread, will you make it out or be the opener of gateways for Vecna? 

< part 1 & part 2  & part 3 & part 4 >

The sky rumbled with flashes of lightning hiding behind the dark clouds. The journey home felt longer than any walk you had ever endured. A maze of veins scattered around. Wrapping the houses up as gifts. Laying deadly silent in their own movements on the roads. – “How do we get out of here exactly?” – you asked nervously. – “We go back through the portal.” – Steve answered firmly, walking beside you. Nancy lead the party as Eddie kept looking nervously over his shoulder right behind you. – “You mean the one by the water lake?” – you refined to be certain. 

Robin humming loud at your other side. – “Wouldn’t… wouldn’t that be a bit too obvious?” – you questioned following Nancy to the side of the road. – “I mean wouldn’t he suspect us going there since it is the only way back, we know.” – you added. – “Y/n has a point.” – Eddie backed you up, looking nervously up to the sky. – “What if he is waiting there for us? What if he has regained his strength just to demolish us once and for all.” 

Steve shot Eddie a glare for scaring everyone with that thought. – “Well what would you have me do?” – Steve called out gesturing desperately. – “I’m not going to risk Y/n’s life anymore. It’s the only logical way back… I…I…” – Steve dropped down, sitting down on the side of the road.

“I don’t know what to do…” – he sighed out in worry. Holding his fingers through his hair. Robin nodded at you with a meaningful gesture. You took a deep breath, sitting down beside him. – “Steve…” – you said to get his attention. He exhaled loud, kicking his feet forwards. – “You’ll find a way, we just have to think.” – you reassured him, placing your hand on his shoulder.  Robin motioned for Eddie and Nancy to give you some space. 

You watched them take their distance, allowing you a private moment with Steve. Steve shook his head, moving his fingers through his hair. – “I…I’m not the hero you imagined me to be…” – he sighed out, letting his head fall back, looking up to the sky. – “No you are not.” – you replied watching him look questionable at you. – “You are more than that Steve.” – he brows furrowed even more. How could you possibly see a hero in him.

“Robin told me you dove headfirst without thinking much to go after me.” – you explained. – “You swiped all your own fears aside to dive into hell just to get me back.” – you let your hand slide over his arm. Steve placing his on yours, faintly smiling. – “It was also you who shot at Vecna without any fear. I’d say that is hero material in its finest form.”

Steve chuckled, letting his head hang with a shake. – “You are quite something Y/n.” – he spoke lifting his head back up. – “How is it that in the midst of hell, you still find ways to cheer me up.” – you pulled your shoulders up innocently. Taking your hand, he placed it down on his lap. Fumbling a bit with your fingers, touching them delicately to occupy himself. – “I promise you I’ll get you out. No matter the cost.” – He exhaled loud, his knee trembling anxiously while clutching onto your hand. You got up seeing Eddie and Robin approach hesitantly. 

“So we good?” – Eddie asked, hands rubbing nervously over his bottom. Robin glanced your way, more interested into knowing the state of your relationship with Steve. You gave her half a smile, not even sure for yourself. Nancy joined as well, waiting orders. – “So captain, where too?” – Eddie asked, looking over at Steve. The uncalled upon leader. You all looked at him, waiting for his decision. The little hairs in your neck, spiked up making you grasp for it. 

“What is it?” – Robin whispered to you. – “I… I can feel him…” – you whispered back. Robin took your hand for certainty. – “He’s drawing me close…” – you continued. It was weird to describe it. The sensation inside of you. It felt like a string was attached to your heart, the other end slowly rolling you in. A fish hooked, splashing for freedom. – “Then we go the other way.” – Robin spoke loud enough for everyone to catch. You shot her a glare. Steve made his way through Eddie and Nancy to get to you. – “Can you feel him?” – he asked.

You nodded hesitant. Steve sucked in a breath. – “Then we better hurry up.” – he said firmly. All of you nodded, following Steve back into the woods. – “Careful and keep your eyes open.” – Steve called out from the front. Eddie making aware to you to look closely where you’d step. Not wanting to wake Vecna up by tripping over one of the veins scattered on the ground. You nodded, taking his help to balance you through a tricky part. It was a maze of veins you had to cross. Watching every step. Nancy and Steve were leading the way. 

Robin and Eddie by your side. You noticed how Robin kept glancing your way. Even Eddie was looking rather suspicious. – “Just do it.” – you sighed, batting your eyes up. Robin smiled gesturing at Eddie to begin. Eddie started mimicking the sound of a guitar, playing with his fingers. Robin bobbing her head as Eddie dropped a drum tune in the midst. Then she started singing making you chuckle as Eddie kept sounding the tunes to your favorite song. A little private concert just for you. Robin nudged you, as you sighed defeated. 

Singing along with her which caught the attention of Steve and Nancy. Steve looked over his shoulder, smiling faintly at the three of you. Seeing you act out the drums while Eddie played air guitar, still doing the sounds. Robin and you singing the lyrics between laughs. Feeling a tat jealous he wasn’t there with you, goofing around. It feels like forever since he goofed around with you. He couldn’t even remember it. Furrowing his brows, he tugged his hands in the jeans jacket Eddie had given him.

Had he truly been neglecting you? If perhaps he staid close to you, he would’ve perhaps prevented Vecna from taking an interest in you. Staring saddened at you, seeing you laugh with Eddie and Robin. Wondering what could draw his attention so closely to you. Suddenly blaming himself for what you were going through. The thought of losing you, cracked his skull. Several pieces divided about you. Nancy tapped him against the arm, making him act like nothing had happened. 

A new sense overcame you. Gently pulling at you. Telling you to go a certain direction. It made you stop, turn and head east. – “Y/n. uhm Y/n!” – Eddie said frowning at your sudden behavior. – “Y/n!” – Robin called outgoing after you. Steve and Nancy stopped, turning around. – “Where are you going?” – Eddie said, Steve and Nancy catching up. Robin took a hold of your wrist, pulling you to a stop. – “What are you doing?” – she asked. – “I don’t know…” – you responded in a trance. Pulling your hand away, you continued your way. 

“Hey! Hey! Y/n!” – Steve shouted jumping over the veins to reach you. He jumped in front of you, arms wide to stop you. – “You don’t just wander off!” – he made clear, expression hardened. – “I have to go this way.” – you responded, going around him. – “What’s up with her?” – Nancy asked. Steve grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you back. – “You aren’t going anywhere without me!”

“Then come.” – you whispered, walking again. – “Can… can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” – Eddie freaked out. – “I don’t know.” – Robin answered gawking at Steve and you leaving. – “But I would like to find out.” – she stepped firmly behind you. Nancy and Eddie following. You let go of Steve’s hand, quickening your pace. – “Y/n wait!” – Steve called out, reaching for you. You kept going almost sprinting now to get to where the tug was pulling you. 

Your friends running confused and scared after you. The forest made way for something else. A red barren wasteland, slowly blending till it became one whole. You came to a stop, looking around. Nancy was the first one to stop as well, gasping at the new scenery. Robin and Eddie joining her in equal fear. Steve entering last with pure confusion on his face. A red keep in the midst of the darkest blood red sky you had ever seen. Lighting reflecting in the sky. Unlike any place they had seen in Hawkins. 

You started walking towards it, compelled to do so. Steve nearly tripped from reacting so quick to go after you. The others coming as well. – “Am I the only one slightly creeped out?” – Eddie asked. Nancy shaking her head with humming. Things were floating in the air. Bits and pieces that you recognized as the old Creel house. The ground crunched underneath your feet. Your eyes went towards a few pillars in the midst of the red keep. Widening at what you saw. – “Don’t look!” – Steve called out, covering up your eyes.

Shocked and frightened, dared he not to look for himself. Robin gasped, stumbling back. Eddie screamed. – “Chrissy?” – he called out with a mixture of disgust and guilt. – “Chrissy!” – he wanted to run over to her, Nancy holding him back. Eddie dropped to his knees, sobbing at the state of her. Chrissy strapped around a pillar. Limbs broken, jaw hanging loose, and eyes gouged out. Yet she wasn’t the only one. Two more hung the same way around pillars. 

“This is fucking insane!” – Robin called out. Nancy swallowed, disturbed by what she saw. – “Welcome.” – a sudden voice made everyone look panicky around. Your eyes widened seeing Vecna take a step. – “Run! Run now!” – Steve shouted, ushering everyone to move. He kept his grip tight on you, dragging you back with him. Yet Vecna had other plans. 

“Why the rush?�� – his voice echoed in your mind. His hand stretched out; your friends pushed forwards, so they’d fall. You were the only one standing, looking frightened around. Screaming you got snatched backwards to Vecna. A vein having strapped around you. – “Y/n!” – your friends screamed. Veins popped up from the ground, wrapped around them. Fighting and struggling to get them off.

Your back got slammed against a pillar close to the latest victim. One of Jason’s friends. Veins strapping firmly around you. Twisting around your body, making you sputter out a breath. Vecna coming to stand before you. Staring luringly at you. – “Please…” – you whimpered. – “I…I don’t want to die…” – you looked at the side over to your friends. Whimpering more as they had to watch this. Vecna turned briefly to look at your friends. He rose his hand up. – “You are mine.” – he said in a deep voice. 

Your head shot back with a loud gasp when his clawed hand hovered over your face. Breath sucked in as struggling was useless. – “Surrender.” – he spoke. – “Nooooo!” – Steve cried out in agony. Fighting with every might to get up on his feet. Veins snapping at his brutal force. – “You will not!” – he tensed his jaw, screaming to break free. His foot shot free making him take a firm step. More veins strapped around his leg, trying to secure him. – “Not her!” – he shouted. His mind haunted by a lifetime of memories. 

From when you were kids up till now. Flashing like a mini movie in his mind. Every silly, serious, sad, happy, and heartbroken moment. You screamed when your arm bend, cracking the bone. Vecna smiling as he was taking control over you. Steve called it out. “You are more than that, Steve.” Echoed through his mind. Your words from before. Screaming, he pulled his limbs free. Sprinting to get to Vecna before any more limbs of you started breaking.

Shouting loud, he jumped at Vecna. Attacking him to get him away from you. Steve tackled Vecna away from you. Eddie, Nancy, and Robin gasping for air as the veins had dropped around them. Yours as well, making you drop like a ragdoll to the ground. – “Y/n!” – Robin yelled, running over. Steve coughed loud, laying on his hands and knees. Vecna not far from him. Vecna slowly rose, undefeated. Steve chuckled in pain, reaching for his pocket. Vecna tilted his head to the side, flicking his fingers up. 

A vein shot up from the ground, wrapping around Steve’s neck. Choking him. – “You have no power here.” – Vecna spoke, grinning at Steve struggling for air. Eddie came running over, fist in the ready to punch. Vecna swiftly moved his hand across, Eddie flying away. – “You are wrong!” – Robin shouted, wiping some tears away. Nancy staid by your side as Robin got up. A dangerous look on her face. Vecna chuckled devious. Robin reached for her inner pocket, taking out a grenade. – “You messed with the wrong people!” – she shouted, pulling the pin out. – “Burn!” – she screamed throwing the grenade at Vecna. 

Vecna's eyes widened, moving his arms in front of his face when the grenade crashed against him. Exploding in his face with a blast. Steve fell back, gasping for air. Robin and Eddie falling to the ground. Nancy her arms protectively around you. Vecna was burning when he tried to stand up again. Nancy gritting her teeth. She got up, reaching for her gun. Firing shot after shot, she kept coming closer to him. Screaming in terror as she very much like to see him rot in hell.

Vecna grunted, taking in the hits. You struggled to get up, crying with the pain your broken arm gave you. His voice still clear in your mind. – “No!” – you shouted, catching the attention of Steve, Robin and Eddie. – “I will not surrender.” – you exclaimed joining your friends. Steve walked over, supporting you. Robin and Eddie on your other side. – “Not now nor ever!” – you shouted. You were no longer afraid. No longer did you want your hurt and guilt to torment you. Clear as day that people actually do cared for you. That you weren’t alone. Not even in the darkest of places. – “I… am loved!” – you shouted at Vecna. 

“I have friends who would go through war for me!” – you continued, taking a closer step to Vecna. Seeing him stumbled backwards. – “I love Steve!” – you said smiling, finally opening up. Steve gawked at you, Robin nodding proudly with her head. – “And I will no longer let my guilt eat me up alive! I am. Not. Afraid!” – you proclaimed as loud as you could. Feeling his grip on you falter. – “And you are just another bug to squash.” – you finished loudly. Steve stepped up to you, holding out his lighter to you. 

You took it as Eddie handed you a bottle with alcohol in. You light the fabric stuffed inside. Screaming loud, you threw it at Vecna, taking your revenge. The bottle exploded against him, setting him on fire. – “Run!” – Nancy shouted. The four of you turned around, sprinting for your lives. Sprinting back to the lake for an escape out of the upside down. – “Incoming!” – Eddie shouted at the horde of demibats flying above in pursuit. They were still a great distance away.

It didn’t take you long to reach the dried up lake. The portal still there. Nancy dived in first, followed by Eddie. Steve grabbed you firmly, letting himself drop into the pit with you. Robin jumping in afterwards. Greeted by water, you struggled. Luckily Steve held you, doing most of the swimming back to the surface for you. Nancy resurfaced first with Eddie. Steve and you popped above water, gasping loud. 

“Where is…” – you started, Steve grabbing you by the chin. Pressing his lips against yours to silence you. Eddie clapped the water enthusiastic. Robin coming above water, cheered her lungs out. Splashing Steve with water. That made him pull away, shuddering from the cold. – “Took you long enough.” – Robin said, sticking her tongue out. – “I know… I am the slowest person.” – he responded looking over at you. – “Understatement, Harrington!” – Robin laughed out, causing Steve to splash her with water. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.” – he said to you. – “That’s alright… I wasn’t the most openhearted person about it either.” – Both chuckled loud. Eddie and Nancy helped you back onto the boat. Rowing back to shore to get you to a hospital. Luckily it was only your arm broken for much worse could’ve happened if your friends weren’t as brave as they were now. A new and stronger bond forged.

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[oddussy420]

People need to take advantage of the rockstar au for stranger things enough. Like you dont have to strain to make oc’s.

Like you could do rivals like eddie and billie or steve

And Henry creel the lead singer of the band Vecna. ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE?! Fucking JAMIEEE?!?!

[magnoliabutters]

• STORIES OF EDDIE MUNSON •

✨ posting part six, six, six of season two ✨

thursday, may 4th, at 12:00p pst

Screams. Screams gargle out of your throat before you even notice. Your heart beats heavily within your chest. The pain shoots up your thigh and into your stomach, as well as down your entire right leg. Your hands push against his head fiercely. You are desperate to rip his teeth off your thigh. You feel his mouth latch harder onto your skin, causing a screech to escape your lips. The blood slowly trickles down your leg, an uncomfortable and nerve-wracking feeling. You scream, “Kas,” as you struggle against him...

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