.•° ✿ °•. "𝑫𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆? 𝑫𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔?" °•. ✿ .•° 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 '𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨' 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. ❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖✿❁ ≖≖ ❁ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 {𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴3/ 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦} Once again, all characters and plot rights belong to the duffer brothers but anything pertaining to Y/n or her dialogue belongs to me and cannot be infringed in any way! Thank you x x .•° ✿ °•. "𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆" °•. ✿ .•°

She didn't know any better. Years of being raised by the evil entity that was once Henry Creel skewed her view of the world she once lived in. When Y/N is sent by him from the Upside Down to infiltrate those that so tediously continue to thwart his plans, she ends up finding something with someone that she never could have expected. Will she betray the one who raised her, who helped her escape that horrific lab? Or will she help him burn it all to the ground? One thing was for sure. There was only one thing that might change her mind... She just doesn't doesn't even know he exists... Yet. ( Set from the beginning of S4 once flashbacks cease but reader has been part of prior Vecna plans. Reader is over 18/older than El to fit with Steve without it being weird and has powers; is 002 in this story so assume the bullies in the show were 003 upwards. Long-ish intro with flashbacks to try and make it make sense lmfao but only a few chapters. Please read TW's before reading and let me know if there's anything I missed. TW: Violence, brainwashing, death, both mental and physical abuse, manipulation, smut in later chapters, fem!Reader, angst )

I'm boring. I know it. He's not. But he is strange. ──────୨ৎ─────୨ৎ────── Jingling the keys, whipped from my back pocket, the car heaves into life. Just barely. "This hunk o' junk your car?" he yelps over the spluttering engine, beginning to rummage through the cassettes haphazardly and lazily thrown into any-which side pocket. Unamused, I grunt as it finally starts, beginning to roll over the gravelly bumps that make up my drive-way, "Yep. Aren't I lucky?" Steve, now fully involved in snooping, whistles as he whips out a shiny looking one in shades of sapphire, a woman frantically dancing in the centre. "Cyndi Lauper?" he teases, "Really? Wow." "Stop!" I groan, laughing, trying to smack it away from him whilst keeping both eyes stamped on the dim road, "That's totally my sister's." "Oh, yeah?" he snickers, twisting away and checking the back for the track-list, before belting out "But what if girls just wanna have fu-un?"