"Like the Dead Sea You told me I was like the Dead Sea You'll never sink when you are with me Oh Lord, I'm your Dead Sea" Branded as Subject 015, eighteen-year-old Cassidy is a storm trapped in concrete. In a lab full of silent children, she finds a dangerous ally in Peter Ballard-an orderly who sees the darkness in her and calls it beautiful. From the blood-stained halls of 1979 to the final war of Season 5, their connection is the spark that will either save Hawkins or end it. Peter Ballard/Henry Creel x oc season 4 - ongoing season 5 - coming soon

(001 fic) "My little secret," he whispers. "Try your hardest to stay quiet for me. I don't want your daddy hearing just how much I'm tainting his little angel, got it?" Then his hands and lips are everywhere and I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming out loud, lest my father hears and I ruin our little secret." Juliette is the daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner, better known as "Papa." She knows her father loves his other "children" more than his own biological one, which is why she's so excited to move out to her dream college. But then an incident occurs revealing that Juliette is not just the average girl she thought she was. Juliette finds herself right in the middle of her fathers lab, alone with a newfound power, and assigned to train with Peter Ballard, a man she hates, a man who might be hiding something dark underneath those bright blue eyes and sweet smile. Can the two navigate this labyrinth together or will they drown underneath the weight of it all? -Obviously spoilers for season 4 of stranger things- -Chapters= 5000+ words (yeah they're rly long) -Smut/ mature themes... not for the kiddos lol -Word Count= over 200,000 -I will send 001 after you if you steal (plagiarize) anything from my story<3

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 Vecna won and the Dimension X became the new home? 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would still be alive? 𝐖𝐇𝐎 caused it? 𝐖𝐇𝐘 did that happen? 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Henry Creel x OC

He doesn't take you by force. He takes you because he can't stop thinking about you. In the mind-world of the Creel House, Henry Creel does not collect people at random. He chooses you - older, aware, inconveniently perceptive - and keeps you close in ways that feel deliberate, long before they feel frightening. The children come later. They are easier. They believe what they're told. You don't. That's the problem. Henry calls it interest. Curiosity. A necessary fixation. But the truth is simpler and far more dangerous: you make him feel exposed. Seen. Real. And he resents you for it almost as much as he wants you there. He doesn't need your help with the children. He needs you to stay. This is a story about obsession that breeds control, about vulnerability used as leverage, about a monster who does not want to love - but does not know how to stop choosing you. This is a psychological descent where protection becomes possession, tenderness becomes strategy, and the most terrifying question is not how do you escape - but why haven't you tried.