STRANGER THINGS ONE-SHOTS || TAKING SUGGESTIONS

"I spoke the words for you" || Vecna x Reader [1/1]

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Hi! I've been putting off making/finishing this chapter for a while! I'm so sorry about it. It's really long to make up for it, though.

You're 14 at the start, 15 at the time skip. You're a Wheeler child and were close to Nancy before 8th grade began, and then weren't close again.

Henry Creel is actually like stuck in time as 15 years old, and was 15 in the incident with Eleven and the Creel incident thing was completely different, with his dad actually doing it, but Brenner thought it was him. He does have powers though!! Kinda confusing, but yeah.

You can be any gender and have any name! You're Y/N Wheeler, so whatever your name is + Wheeler instead of your last name.

Barb, Robin, and Nancy were friends in 9th grade, Robin left them in 10th, and then Nancy is alone in 11th with Steve and Jonathan.

It's your point of view until like the last two chapters. <33

This is unedited but I'll probably edit it later. It's like 2 AM though so goodnight!

I love Vecna honestly. In this fanfic he's only called Henry and Hens though. I feel like he wouldn't go by 001 because he hates Brenner, and this is before S4 so why would he go by Vecna?

This takes place in Late September of 1983, AKA before Season 1 took place by like 1.5 months.

Made for commenter on my last chapter.

Enjoy! I worked hard on this. :D

(5787 words long!)

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(Your POV)

I smile wide. A new kid named Henry had just walked in. Well, Henry C. I stare a little bit more, grinning.

He looks cute, very cute in fact. The teacher introduced him and I could barely focus, partially because this class was extremely boring, and partially, and mostly, because this Henry kid was cute and sounded sweet.

"Hey, I'm Henry. That's all, see ya teachs!" The blond boy spat before walking out of class. The teacher frowned. Not like she wasn't used to it. I knew she wasn't paid enough to care much, so I wasn't surprised when she just let him go.

"Okay, let's just move on... I'll get some other teacher to bring him back before class ends."

I hoped that part was true. He was so cute... I mean... he was okay! I just wanted to look a little longer, open the envelope of his mind. He looked like he had something else there. Something deeper.

I zoned out the rest of class. No way I could focus when this blue-eyed boy had just appeared in my life, and then left a minute later. Apparently the teacher was wrong about some other teacher bringing him back because I couldn't see the blond boy in the only empty seat.

What made it all better was that it was right next to me. I would have a romantic school love story- or friendly school story... with the only person I'd ever found interesting.

The bell snatched me from my thoughts. I suppose it's hard to pay attention to time when you're wrapped up in your head.

I just ... couldn't get the boy out of my head. I knew I had to find him and figure out what was so different about him.

I sat up in my desk and reached under my chair for the usual gray bag I carried to class everyday. It was quite heavy, but would be heavier once I actually put all my stuff in it.

I stood up and lifted it over my shoulders. My shoulders would definitely feel pain in 46 years from this, carrying a 25 pound bag around for 8 hours a day for 9 months every year.