Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.
Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearingĀ
Word Count: 2.3k
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part6 Part 7 Part 9
The clouds wandered on, a lonely wanderer travelling across oceans and meadows, hills and rugged mountains painted in snow. White greyed, darkened and blackened, turned into pure doom, darker than black. The wind howled, screamed and screeched and the branches, crooked fingers, waltzed in all directions.
Silence blanketed the car driving down the path bordered by fields and trees, but it was not unpleasant, cruel, forcing nonsense to fall to shatter it. Shocked, Y/N noticed with widened eyes they had arrived at the open gates of the estate she called her home. At a rapid pace, the car drove on and on, past other parked cars and parked between them in different shades of the deep ocean. The motor wasn't roaring, turned off and the chanting of the birds sitting in one line on the lowest branch invaded the car smelling of alcohol, petrol and leather. The wind knocked on the automobile. Polly gulped, turned and rested her hand graced by a golden ring cautiously, almost shyly, on Y/NĀ“s lap, but the shivering and shaking woman painted in blue and red, lightened by streaks of purple, did not flinch nor speak her mind. Carefully PollyĀ“s fingers slid across Y/NĀ“s calf and pulled the thick fabric higher to hide the exposed skin. Polly pronounced her name and pulled Y/N out of the dark and dreary thoughts, summoning goosebumps all over her flesh.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Thomas is fine. He knows what he's doing. Nothing will happen to him." Polly assured calmly, guessing the reason for the fear in the widened eyes and sweaty palms.
Faintly Y/N smiled.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "I know, but I'm worried about him. About Poppy. There was blood, too much blood. I thought it was the new wallpaper she had told me about. They, she and her mother, redecorated the house. The pattern, it looked like flowers, large and smaller dots." she replied.
Exhaling, Y/N closed her eyes veiled by tears once fixed on the distance, watching the sun, the rays breaking through the travelling clouds heralding a day full of terror.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "I'm sure your friend is fine, too. Thomas will take care of her." the woman continued with a gentle, encouraging smile on her features, kissed by the orange rays.
Polly cleared her throat. The smile fainted, and the wrinkles deepened. She didn't need to search for the right words, had already pictured during the ride what she would say to Y/N if their paths should cross, but all Polly wanted to say had dissolved, had lost its meaning.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "We're home Y/N/N. Ada is waiting, but before we go inside, I want you to know that we are sorry. We have not been good to you, to put it nicely. Please forgive us and I speak on behalf of the whole family. John was the one who opened the door for your friend. After we realised what had happened, we were looking for you. I hope you will give us a second chance even if we don't deserve one. We will understand if you want to leave. We won't hate you for your decision." Polly continued and squeezed Y/NĀ“s hand.
Y/N turned, ignoring the nearly unignorable pain trying to elicit a hiss from her, and turned to face Polly. She wanted to start a sentence; lips parted, but no tone escaped the sore throat. Y/N stared past Polly towards the door, flying back and forth in the fresh morning breeze. Ada ran towards the car as if chased by a ghost, had left the door wide open, ran on tiptoes and hissed and cursed like a witch as the stones dug deep into the soles of her reddening feet. The hem of the dress danced in the breeze. Gasping for air, Ada spread the large checked blanket, usually resting on the floor next to the sofa. The wind painted her cheeks vibrant red, lighter than her evening gown.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Come, Y/N/N, we will protect you." Polly assured in a calm, slightly quivering voice, but Y/N heard no falseness, no lie in it.
Y/N could not utter a reply. The air, hinting of winter, invaded the car. The women shivered and balled the hands into fists. Ada hushed a greeting, spread the blanket, glanced at the wounds gracing Y/NĀ“s body, down on the battered feet and the shivering limbs. The pain in her chest deepened at the sight of the shadow of a woman, read in her eyes what she had been through. The lip was chapped. The traces of a fight were evident on her cheek and throat. Ada tossed the blanket over her shoulder, noticing Y/N was covered in one. Wordlessly Ada helped Y/N out of the car. Soft curses blurred with whimpers. Whispering soothing words, Ada pulled Y/N away, closer to the house, kicking the door of the automobile shut and gesturing for Polly to pursue.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "I've prepared a bath for you. I'll help you upstairs. If you don't want to bathe, I can put a bucket of water next to the sofa. You can at least warm your feet." Ada said.
With every step, every slight movement Y/N made, the once brilliant white material slipped and revealed more wounds, swellings, and darkening spots not fading in the golden tide of the sun's rays, but grew even darker. Blue turned to green, lit by purple flashes and red veins carrying blue blood. Patiently Ada waited, and stared back at Polly, walking hastily after the women.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Thank you. I think the bucket will do. Maybe I'll get in the tub later." Y/N replied meekly, as if speaking to her mother, fearing the answer would enrage her, but none of what she expected happened.
The chilly breeze blew through Y/NĀ“s hair one last time. The door slammed shut, and the keys jingled, chanted a song that faded quickly. All doors were closed and locked. Curtains touched. The first aid box, not battered, holey neither with a worn handle nor dented corners, rested open on the table. Scissors, and spotless bandages lay next to bottles of high-proof alcohol, freshly washed not dried glasses, cigarettes and silver needles drowning in alcohol. Blankets covered the sofa, to which Ada led Y/N and a down pillow. The white porcelain bowl graced by blue vines and flowers was in the middle of the crowded table. Smoke rose from the cup, sweet lavender, and banished the unmistakable stench of blood and gore.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "May I offer you some soup?" the question was unnecessary, asked out of politeness.
Y/N turned into a tree, rooted deep into the ground, not moving. Her arms swayed forward. Questioningly, the two Shelby's exchanged glances, searching for the reason for the fear in Y/NĀ“s eyes, unable to find it, but then, after a moment that seemed not to pass, Ada took a step forward, let go of Y/N, took the polished pistol and hid it under the table, still handy but out of Y/NĀ“s sight. Polly placed her hands down on Y/N's shoulders, trying not to cause her any more pain, let the blanket slide to the floor and carefully pressed the young woman down on the sofa. Ada wriggled back towards them, took the blanket still hanging over her shoulder and laid it down on Y/N's legs, covering them, reached for the pair of fluffy socks, wiped away the dirt, small stones, dust and dried mud, and put the socks on Y/NĀ“s feet.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "It's okay." Ada breathed before Y/N could protest.
Smiling, Ada looked up, wiped her hands on her long dress, picked up the bowl filled with soup and placed it carefully in Y/N's lap, handing her the silver spoon.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Here, Y/N/N, eat. I'll fill you a bucket with warm water in the meantime. Polly will keep you company. If you need anything, if you feel sick, all you have to do is tell us and we will help you. You are still in shock." Ada said in a calm voice.
Gulping, Ada crouched next to Y/N.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "We should have taken you into our family. I am sorry, we are all very sorry. It's understandable that you don't want to see us, you have enough reasons to hate us. The only thing I can do is to promise that we will do better. If you need time, I have a friend. She owns a small cottage a few miles away from town. There is a pond and a small forest. It's lovely. I could arrange that you could spend a few days or weeks there." Ada continued.
Y/N merely nodded, unsure of what to say, not knowing how to respond, and kept on smiling. The two women watched Ada as she rose from the ground like a phoenix from the ashes and strode away. Polly leaned closer to Y/N, tidied the blanket and hinted that she should eat, that it would do her good. A soft thanks escaped Y/N, smiled at the women who wordlessly indicated that she should finally start eating and so Y/N did, dipping the silver cutlery into the depths of the bowl whose end she could not see, watching the thinly chopped vegetables slip from the spoon and as the warm liquid flowed down her throat, Y/N realised how hungry she was and ate greedily.
Time had lost its meaning. Y/N had emptied the contents of the bowl. The last piece of sliced carrots had disappeared, yet she did not place it on the table, continued to warm her fingers on the ceramic bowl.
Heels clicked against the dark wood, had put shoes a hue darker than the evening dress. Cautiously, Ada continued walking with her eyes fixed on the troubled waters, fearing the warm liquid was about to spill over the golden rim. A towel, white with a few washed-out stains, hung over her right shoulder, the towel she always used when a brother standing on the edge of the world was carried inside the house. The floorboards groaned, and Ada stopped and noticed Y/N had finished the soup she had cooked for her.
Out of the corner of her eye Polly noticed how Y/NĀ“s eyes were growing heavy and she leaned forward, took the bowl and placed it on the table. The young woman wanted to protest as Polly told her to rest, to say that she had to stay awake, that she wanted to wait for the return of the brothers and her husband.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "No, Y/N, lay down. You can stay with us or you can go to the bedroom. We will keep watch and if you need anything, you can call us.", "Polly, we should take care of Y/N's wounds first." Ada interjected.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "That won't be necessary. That can wait. Alfie has taken care of her wounds it's just dirt and scratches. The wounds are not life threatening. Y/N rest, close your eyes. I promise I will wake you up if Thomas is home." she replied.
Carefully Polly pushed Y/N backwards. Her heavy, throbbing head sunk into the pillow. Closing her eyes, Y/N sighed in relief, exhaled as the blanket fell down on her body. Birds chirped, the howling ceased and lulled her to sleep.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Thomas told me that Alfie has taken care of Y/N. No deep wounds or else I would have taken her to the hospital. We can take care of it later." Polly reported.
Ada rose, set the bowl aside on the table, sighed deeply, nodded, listened to the woman and turned to the fireplace, the blazing flames feasting on the wood and fed by the howling air hinting of winter.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "She was beaten up. I didn't see any bullet wounds. Did Thomas tell you what happened or who is to blame?", "He has a guess, but he couldn't tell me anything specific. It all happened too fast. The gang has Y/N's girlfriend in their grip. At least that's what he thinks. The house was trashed, destroyed, and I think I saw bloodstains on the floor." she breathed softly.
Her eyes kept sliding to the slumbering figure, kept glancing at her right side and noticing with relief that Y/N was still asleep, her eyelids neither twitching nor her lips twisting into a pained grimace.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Alfie's going to show up any minute. Thomas called him. He fears someone might pay us a visit." Polly whispered in Ada's direction.
Ada perked up, grinned, felt the weight of her weapon at her side, settled down in front of the blazing flames, gnawing on wood and fed by air on the armchair, threw the pillow to the floor on her side and crossed her arms in front of her body.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWe donāt need someone to protect us.ā Ada stopped.
A soft knock silenced Ada. The women exchanged glances. The rustling, and shuffling of shoes and feet, softly uttered words, the closing of the door and the jingling of keys followed by low grumbles couldnāt awake Y/N from her deep slumber, lying on the sofa, a princess in the shadow of the vigilant dragons.
Description: The reader is living in a dream with Henry without realizing
Warning: Fingering, fingering on the counter, talks of having a baby, implied sex
Word Count: 1,582
āSo I met this guy and his name is Henry.ā Nancy smiled at her best friend, happy that she was entering back into the dating scene.
āThatās good. Iām glad. Now whatās he look like?ā When she described the handsome guy to her friend, the smile never left her face.
She described his blonde hair that was neatly done, sometimes he wore a hat. His eyes were so blue and beautiful and he wore glasses. His smile was beautiful and put butterflies in her tummy. She was in love, in love with who she thought he was, not for what he really was. Nancy listened to her best friend tell her all she knew about the man sheās fallen for.Ā
Now when Nancy hears that name, she canāt smile. Her stomach turns and she wants nothing more than to hurt him. She knows thatās the guy her best friend was with, in the upside down, unaware that the perfect dream sheās been living, truly was a dream.
āSheās there, with Y/N.ā Nancy said and Mike looked down.
He remembers her being over at his house nearly everyday, kissing Steve a few times as Nancy laughs at her for the confession, telling her that sheās with Jonathan now. When Y/N started dating Henry and it got serious, she never was around that much and when they found out who Henry truly was, it was too late.Ā
She wore her silk robe as she stood in the kitchen, making breakfast. Her hair was still wet from her shower. She gasped as she felt Henryās arms around her. He squeezed her a little as she giggled, feeling his breath hit her neck.
āHowās my pretty girl doing?ā He asked and she turned to face him.
She looked at him with love in her eyes, like she did every morning. When Henry took her here and called it their shared home and that she never had to leave, she did miss her friends and family but she was in love, hopelessly and had the hope that she would see Nancy again. He leaned down and kissed her, hands moving to her hips.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, standing on her tippy toes and deepening the kiss. She moved one of her hands and took off his hat, throwing it somewhere in the kitchen. He laughed against her lips and picked her up, sitting her down on the counter. The kiss continued, turning more lustful, their hands all over each other.
His hair was messy again and he took off his glasses, sitting them on the counter. His hands moved to undo her robe as his kisses moved from her lips down to her neck. Her breath hitched and she whispered his name. The cool air of the house hit her bare body and her nipples hardened.
She gasped as he bit down on her neck a little and his cold hands touched her bare skin. Her eyes fell shut as she memorized the way his lips felt on her neck and the way his teeth nipped at her skin, marking her like she was going to get taken away from him. The way his hands toyed with her tits and moved down her stomach to her soaking wet panties.
āYouāre very wet, my dear.ā He spoke against her neck and she shivered at the feeling.
She tried to keep herself steady as his fingers made their way into her panties. She mouthed the word fuck as he skillfully rubbed her clit like he was trained to please her.
āHenry.ā It was weak and soft, scared that if she screamed the monsters in the woods would hear.
āNo need to be so quiet, love.ā He whispers and playfully bites her ear.
Her hips were trying to move and match his pace but it was sloppy. Still she threw her head back and let out noises that filled the big house.
āThere she is.ā He cooed and she felt his fingers near her hole.
She whimpered, desperate for him to be inside of her. His finger penetrated her and she bit her lip so hard it drew a little blood. She whined loving how his longer finger curled against her. He knew her body so well, knew where everything was and how to make her scream. He added another finger and pulled back from her neck, eyeing the marks he made.
She looked majestic and like a work of art that he was painting. She was trembling and trying to match the pace of his fingers, not caring that she was on the counter and getting it messy. Her pussy took his fingers quite well.
āPlease Henry.ā She cried, wanting nothing more than to cum, hard.
āYou wanna cum beautiful?ā He asked, moving a strain of her hair behind her ear.
She couldnāt speak, couldnāt think straight but she nodded and babbled some nonsense hoping that he would understand. He married her, of course he understood. His fingers curled and it was over. She let out a pleasured scream as tears streamed down her face. Her thighs were shaking as she came all over his fingers.
He watched as she tried to calm down but his fingers kept going causing her to whimper.
āH-Henry.ā She stuttered out but that did nothing as she gripped the table and whined.
Her second orgasm made her fall over into Henryās arms. He chuckled and held her shaking body as she calmed. Her breath hitting his neck and her eyes fell closed as her body went limp in his arms.Ā
āY/N heās not who he says he is.ā Nancy yelled as Y/N stood in the upside down looking around, lost.
āNancy?ā She yelled her friend's name.
āY/N, heās Vecna. Henry is-ā Her voice cut off and she kept yelling her friend's name.
āNancy!ā She wasnāt sure where she was, sheās never been in the upside down before, not since she was a child.
She doesnāt remember the place or that even happening. It looked just like the town she grew up in, just darker. She ran through the town yelling Nancyās name. She hadnāt seen her friend in so long, she had to be here. She ran until she was in front of this wall that looked like flesh. She stepped back, terrified.
What the hell happened to Hawkins? She wondered as she went up to the wall.
āNancy?ā She yelled again.
Maybe she was on the other side of the wall.
āY/N?ā
āNancy?ā
āY/N, I need you to wake up!ā She shook her head, confused by what her friend meant.
āI am awake, Nancy. Whatās going on?ā She yelled back, tears brimming her eyes.
āWhereās Henry?ā She asked and got no response.
She leaned against the fleshy wall and sighed. One minute sheās asleep in her husbandās arms the next sheās back in Hawkins with only Nancyās voice to guide her.
āY/N wake up.ā She heard a loud booming voice.Ā
Her eyes snapped open and she was no longer on the counter but in their shared bed. Henry was above her with a concerned look in his eyes. She blinked away the sleep, though that woke her up for sure.
āAre you alright?ā He asked her and she sat up, face to face with him.
āI had a strange dream, though it felt so real.ā She said and looked around the room.
She couldnāt forget Nancyās voice and the fleshy wall that seemed to separate them.
āYour dream wasnāt real darling, this is.ā He cups her face.
She tilts her head, it was strange, it seems like he knows.
āIām glad.ā She gives him a small smile and he nods, kissing her.
She kissed back, trying to forget about her dream.Ā
Henry was talking about kids, how he wanted them and how it was the perfect time. Theyāve been having unprotected sex for awhile now and nothing seems to be happening. She was a little upset because she did want kids and she did want them with Henry. She took her morning shower before getting ready for another boring day in her life while Henry works.
āDarling are you out of the shower?ā He called through the door.
She opened the door, revealing herself. She never failed to miss the way his eyes darted over her body that was still in her robe.
āWill you get dressed for me? Thereās someone I want you to meet.ā He says and she nods, grabbing her clothes.
Henry never brought over anyone, no friends, no co-workers. She was confused but excited to meet them. He left her to get ready. As she took off her robe she felt the room spin and she sat down, sweat building up.
āHenry.ā She yelled his name.
Moments later he walked into the bathroom to see her puking. He quickly pulled her hair back.
āAre you alright?ā He asked, concerned.
She looked at him and nodded, feeling better.
āYeah Iāll be out in a minute.ā She told him.
āAre you sure youāre okay?ā She nodded and when he left she pulled out her last pregnancy test.Ā
Henry showed the little girl around, saying that eventually her friends and family could come as well. He told her about his lovely wife that would be down shortly. Y/N walked down the stairs to where Henry was and felt her heart stop at the sight. The little girl that was at the table was her best friendās younger sister.
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