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summerlove-r · 2 years

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Fuckin' Trick-or-Treaters

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 2437

Warnings: Smut, no use of y/n, unprotected sex, spanking, bondage, breeding kink, dumbification?, Eddie being a loser and not dressing up for Halloween, ive been up for nearly 24 hours so some parts might not make sense >:(

Your doorbell rang and you ran to the door the best you could. Your white heels threatened to trip you with every step you took. Putting your eye up to the peephole you were met with your boyfriend, his mouth wide open and wiggling his tongue. You giggled at his actions. This was something Eddie always did. He made silly faces right in front of the peephole knowing you had a habit of checking to see who it was before opening the door.

Your smile quickly stopped when you saw what he was wearing. His everyday clothes. You sighed and your fingers went straight to unlocking the door. "Where is your costume, Eddie?" You asked as you swung the door open.

"Well hello to you too." He smiled and walked in putting his hands on your waist. He laid a kiss on your lips and you closed the door, making sure to lock it. "Thank you, Eddie. But where is your costume?" Eddie traced his thumb over your frown.

You two were supposed to have matching costumes. You dressed as an angel and he was supposed to be a devil. "Babe, I haven't dressed up in years. I thought you were joking." Eddie let out a low laugh and you whined, "But Eddie, we were supposed to match."

"You're a child." Eddie smiled and kissed your forehead. "Cause I'm dressed up?" "Because you're whining." Eddies hands ran all over your body. He was about to kiss you again but you put your finger against his lips. A smile on your face when a thought popped up into your head. "Come." You told Eddie. You guided him through your house. Your heels clicked with every step you took.

You two made it to your room as you looked through your desk drawer. Eddie sat on your bed. He watched as you bent over your desk. Your skirt was so short that at this angle he could see your panties. They were pink, matching with your fishnets. An erection grew in your boyfriend's jeans.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to just take you right then and there. Over your vanity, in front of the giant mirror. Eddie grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap.

You smiled when you found it. Your red headband with little red horns glued to the top. You turned around and made your way over to Eddie. You stood between his legs and you began to slide it on top of his head. "Babe-" Eddie was about to protest but you were quick to interrupt him. "Ah ah"

You fixed his bangs and any other strands of hair that got moved out of place from the red band. "You look so cute" You giggled. You leaned down to give your boyfriend a sweet kiss. But before you could he opened his mouth, "I'm so hard right now."

You froze. Not expecting him to say that. "Oh." You giggled and pulled the pillow away. His boner was prominent even with his black jeans. You sat on his lap. Your skirt flipped up.

Your crotch was warm and he could feel you through his clothes. Eddie groaned as you pushed your hips down on his. You sighed. His rough jeans against your cotton-covered clit felt amazing after not being touched for nearly a week.

That might not sound like much but you and Eddie were like rabbits. You had sex or some type of release pretty much every day. There wasn't a place in your house you guys hadn't had sex in more than once.

"Your outfits cute," Eddie spoke in a low voice, his lips ghosting over yours. "Thanks. Put it together myself." You smirked, proud of your outfit. You grabbed his hands and kissed each of his knuckles. You then guided his hands down and in between your thighs. Eddie ran his fingers over your clothed clit and you let out a small moan. His hands felt so nice.

"Where'd you get it?" He continued rubbing your clothed clit. "I- uh I got it from- the mall" You could feel Eddie getting harder by the second. You were so wet you were sure his jeans were getting damp. "The whole outfit?" Eddie asked. You whined. All you could think about was Eddie's cock stuffed deep inside you and he was asking about your outfit. "Eddie, please. Who cares about the outfit? Fuck me please, please, please?"

"I care. Wanna know every little detail, baby." You whined again and began to subtly yet not so subtly grind against him. "What do you think you're doing?" Eddie gripped your hips. Locking you in place. "Eddie, please fuck me. Wan' it so bad."

Eddie began to lay back and guided you with him. Once his back hit the bed he smashed his lips against yours. Your tongue slipped into his mouth. A soft moan escaped his lips as you grind against his hard-on. Eddies hands fell to your ass. He rolled your skirt up and squeezed you roughly. Causing you to moan into his mouth.

Eddie flipped you guys over. Now he was the one grinding against you. The doorbell rang, interrupting your guy's moment. Eddie stopped kissing you. "No, no. Don't stop." You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist as if he was going to leave. Your heels were basically weights on your feet. You both knew Eddie wouldn't leave this moment for the world. Your lips were rough against each other, hungry for more.

Your hands dropped down to his belt quickly trying to undo it. Once undone, you pulled them down. Another ring. You continued to kiss even with the ringing going on. Some annoying kid was repeatedly pushing the button. "Fuckin trick-or-treaters" You whispered. "Fuck 'em," Eddie said and dug his hand underneath you to unzip your top. You began to take your wings off but Eddie stopped you. "Keep these on, pretty?" You looked at him and nodded, "Only if you keep these on." You poked the tiny horns on his head. "Yeah, okay." You smiled and smashed your lips against his.

Once your top was fully unzipped, your boobs bounced free and Eddie threw the white material somewhere in the room. The top knocked something over but neither of you cared enough to check, too focused on each other's lips.

Eddie cupped one of your breasts and massaged the other. The metal of his ring was chilling against your warm skin. "Take your skirt off." Eddie mumbled and switched his mouth to your other nipple.

The pleasure coming from your breasts made you moan as your eyes went to the back of your head. You tangled one of your hands into Eddie's hair, you made sure to be careful of his headband. Your other hand went to undo the zipper on the side of your skirt.

Eddie kissed and sucked your chest with no shame causing you to giggle. Eddie looked up at you, "Whats funny?" He asked, a grin on his face. You put your thumb up to his wet face, wiping his saliva-covered chin. "Nothing, you're just cute."

"Cute?" He put his hands at your core. "Mhm, the cutest." You kissed him again. A 'cute' kiss. Eddie tore your fishnets and moved your panties aside. You gasped at his actions, not expecting him to do that. Your eyes widened and heat rose to your cheeks. Eddie put his middle finger at your entrance and slipped inside with ease from how soaked you were.

"Is this cute?" Eddie moved, very slow. "Eddie, please." You whispered. He hummed, stopping his finger from moving... As if it was before. "Please what?" Eddie dropped his head to the side as if like he was a confused puppy. "Faster, please"

A stupid smile appeared on Eddie's face. Eddies finger began moving. His finger thrust into you at a pace that seemed to make you forget everything. "Mmmm" Your back arched as Eddie fastened his hand. Eddie used his free hand to turn your head toward him. He kissed you immediately.

Eddie loved making out like this. You moaning like a pornstar into his mouth. He loved hearing how good he was making you feel. And he absolutely loved feeling you struggle to kiss him back.

You pulled away slightly, "More, please." Eddie looked you in the eyes. "You're so needy, babe. I've got you feeling fucking amazing and that still isn't enough for you, huh?" You whined at his words. "Say please again." You looked at Eddie with complete lust. "Please." You told him. He added another finger and you tried to shut your legs. Despite your ask for another finger inside you, you were sensitive from all the pleasure.

"You're not gonna beg me to give you more than close your fucking legs, baby." Eddie put his hand down to your knee and forced your legs open, they shook at the pleasure.

"Eddie, 'm so f-ucking close, my god." You threw your head back once again. "Cum for me, pretty. Be a good girl. Cum on my fingers." His words pushed you over the edge. Your thighs vibrated as you came, clenching around him. Eddie helped you ride out your orgasm. He looked up at you. Your mascara was running. So pretty, he thought.

Eddie pulled his fingers out of you, a string of arousal connecting you two. Eddie brought his fingers to your mouth. "Suck." You opened your mouth without any questions. He stuck them deep down your throat and you gagged around them but fought through it. Tears ran down your face as you sucked on him. "Pretty girl," Eddie whispered and wiped your tears.

Eddie pulled his fingers out of your mouth and got in front of you. He pulled his boxers down. You eyed his cock as it sprung up and hit his stomach.

"Jesus, babe. And I thought I had a staring problem." You whimpered, looking up at him with doe eyes. "I need you so bad." You whispered as if someone else was in the room with you guys. Maybe part of you thought about the fact that people at your front door could hear you screaming Eddies name.

Someone rang your bell. A few seconds went by and they did it again. "Jesus, are you known for giving king-sized candy bars or somethin'?" Eddie never got any trick-or-treaters at his place so this was all new to him. "Put your candy bar in me." You whispered and Eddie let out a loud laugh. "Suddenly, I'm soft, babe." Eddie joked. You whined and threw your head back. "You're such a whiner. babe. I'm only joking..."

Eddie put his tip at your entrance. He looked at you. The face you made toward him nearly made him cum right then and there. "Turn over."

"Huh?"

"Come on, babe. I know you're not that dumb. Get on all fours."

"Oh." You turned over, putting your ass up and face down. Eddie hummed and lightly smacked your cheek. You squirmed only earning another smack from Eddie. And another. And another. Each one increases with force. "Eddie..." You mumbled and grinded your ass against him.

"So dumb baby, 's that all you can think about, hmm? My cock." Eddie ran his tip through your folds. "Mhm," You nodded, "'M so cock drunk, Eddie"

"You like that, baby?" Eddie spoke as he put his tip at your entrance. "Need more, please, Eddie, please, please." Eddie loved your voice. loved hearing you beg. He could get off to just your voice that's how much he loved it.

You clenched around his tip. "Need you so bad." You told him. Eddie groaned, and finally decided to give in. "Yeah, okay okay." Eddie gripped your hips harshly and thrusted all the way in. You moaned loudly when someone rang your doorbell. You slapped your hand over your mouth to quiet yourself.

"None of that, pretty. Give your hands." You turned your head looking at Eddie the best you could. "Eddie... The people." "I don't care about some randos at the door I wanna hear your pretty voice." You sighed and put your hands behind your back and Eddie was quick to grab at your wrists.

Eddie leaned over to grab his belt. Him leaning over caused him to go balls deep inside of you. You buried your face into your bed. Eddie noticed what you were doing and spanked you. Hard. A yelp escaped your lips. "Told you, none of that."

Eddie wrapped his belt around your wrists, securing it tightly. He pulled on it causing you to lift up off the bed. He smirked. He pulled you up until you fell against the tops of his thighs.

Someone rang the doorbell and Eddie began to thrust up into you. "Eddie!" You moaned. A few moments went by and someone else rang the bell causing Eddie to go faster.

"Eddie, 'm so close please don't stop." You cried. Eddie continued to thrust into you. Eddie felt himself getting close but he wanted you to finish first. "Can I cum inside you, baby? 'S that what you want?" You nodded, wanting Eddie to completely fill you up with his seed.

"I'm gonna fucking cum." You screwed your eyes shut and clenched around Eddie. You fell back against him. Your added pressure around Eddie's cock caused him to hit his peak. His sperm filling you up.

Eddie pushed you forward and you both fell on the bed, Eddie still deep inside you. Eddie showered your shoulder in kisses. He slowly pulled out of you, savoring the moment. He watched as his sperm dripped out of you. Oh, how he wished he had a camera...

Eddie went down to your feet and started unbuckling your heels. Once they were both off he placed them gently on the floor. Eddie then began undoing the belt around your wrists. "You okay, pretty?" Eddie asked, finally taking the belt off.

You took your Angel wings off and nodded. "I'm okay." You turned around and wrapped your arms around Eddie, pulling him down to lie down next to you. A giant smile on both of your faces. "I love you" You whispered. Your doorbell rang. You took the headband off of him and rubbed behind his ears, knowing they would be aching from the tight band.

"I love you, too." Another ring. You rolled your eyes and put your head against Eddie's shoulder. You closed your eyes and there was another ring. Eddie groaned. "Can I please go put a bucket of candy out there?"

You giggled, "Please do."

#writing♡#eddie munson #wrote this while watching heathers the musical on youtube #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #st4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #summerlove-r

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soonyoungblr · 8 months

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definitely doing a part 2 of the “enha hyung line calls you clingy” but they’re gonna get broken up with, can’t be forgiving their actions 😒

#— * ♡ heather talks 💕#currently writing it and sobbing while i do

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strangermuses · 2 years

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@lucketouch: ❛ this is a good look for you! ❜

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || accepting

Insecurely tugging at the electric blue pencil skirt paired with the red top, can’t peel her eyes off the way the mirror makes her look in it and how the new outfit she’s trying on makes her feel way out of place. Sundresses and flowy skirts are more her thing, clearly. The other snaps Heather out of her thoughts and tosses her a look over her shoulder, “You think so? ...Are you sure it doesn’t make me look too much like my mom?” she sheepishly laughs, looking back to the skirt in the mirror one more time.

#lucketouch #writings: heather holloway. || ❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓. ♡ ⠀

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mydearestdaryl · 2 months

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ಇ. 𝑚𝛼𝑚𝛼 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

summary: you've loved daryl's daughter since you met her, but becoming her mama is only recent. warnings: twd violence, blood & gore, character deaths, mildly explicit language, implications of sex, not really proofread. pairing: dad! daryl dixon x greene! reader (fluff, angst if you squint, kinda). setting: terminus. credits to: @louifaith for the amazing plot idea, hope you like this! a/n: my first post so please be kind. i tried to keep daryl's character but it was hard. anyway, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it, and i appreciate constructive criticism. ♡

it started on your dad's farm when daryl got shot by andrea. heather, his daughter, was younger then, almost two years old, and to keep her from seeing her daddy in the state he arrived that day, you showed her your childhood dollhouse, playing with her until your dad let you know daryl was better and resting in the guest room.

you went to visit him, baby in arms, and she immediately jumped into her daddy's arms when she saw him. he invited you to stay a little longer that night, not even knowing why he did that.

you became heather's (and daryl's) favorite person since then, and when her daddy was better and resumed the search for sophia, she pretty much demanded to be babysat by you and only you.

then the group lost the farm and spent months on the road. heather became more and more attached to you during this time, who would try to keep her positive and happy by telling her you were all looking for a treasure together.

she believed you when you found the prison, where you helped her decorate her and carl's cell with colored chalks you found.

one day you came back from a run with glenn and rick, happy and smiley as you handed heather the coloring book and crayons you found for her. glenn told daryl that the gift almost got you killed that day. too focused on the girl, you missed daryl's adoring eyes when he looked at you.

this happened multiple times. you missed how he was so protective of you, how he always made sure you and heather were fed and safe, the subtle blush on his cheeks when you complimented him, or how his eyes never left you if you weren't next to each other.

"i didn't even know 'er," daryl started. you were sitting next to him on a bench outside the prison watching the sunset as Heather sat on your lap, napping peacefully. "her mom," he added, stroking his daughter's downy cheek softly.

your eyes met his stormy ones, and after staring at each other shortly, he looked away, suddenly interested in the fences.

"me and merle had been holed up in our trailer as usual, him bitchin' 'bout how i never wanted to go out no more. jus' to shut him up, i agreed to hit the bar with 'im one night," he explained, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.

he didn't even know why he was opening up to you. but there was something about you that had attracted me since day 1. his daughter was a shy little girl with most, but she seemed right at home with you, bubbly and happy in your arms.

and his father was no different. his walls came down in your presence, even if he tried to avoid or deny it. and there was something between you and the hunter, everybody knew. everybody saw it but you two. idiots.

he believed you only liked him because he was heather's dad, and because he provided for the group. that was the only reasonable explanation to him. and you believed firmly he was only grateful that you took care of heather, so he was friendly in return. fools.

"i knew t'was a mistake soon as we walked in. place was too damn loud, too many people. but merle shoved a beer in my hand, said i needed to "loosen up." so i started drinkin'," he said, clearing his throat when he paused. "merle kept passing me drinks, an' i got real drunk."

"next thing I know, merle's leadin' me outside, sayin' he's got a 'surprise' fer me. turns out the damn fool hired some lady, had her waitin' round back. i told him no way but he kept calling names, tellin' me I wasn't a man…" daryl talked and lowered his volume as he stared at the girl in your arms, eyes always softer when he looked at her. "woke up in the mornin' feelin' lower than shit."

"'bout nine months later there's a knock at the door. the lady's standin' there with the tiniest baby i ever saw in 'er arms. pink lil' face scrunched up and her hands like fists—looked real funny then.” he chuckled at the memory and you smiled as well, imagining newborn heather until daryl went on.

“couldn't believe somethin' so fragile was spawned from my sorry ass," he added. you wanted to speak, to tell him he was an amazing man, but you knew that right now he needed just you to listen.

"the woman told me if I didn't keep her she was gon' get rid'a her somehow. i wasn't sure she was mine but I didn't care," his eyes finally made contact with yours again, smirking as if he was about to tell a joke. "then she grew up and…"

"she's your twin," you giggled and he nodded, his gaze finding his shoes. If only you knew what the sound of your laugh did to him. "how did you choose her name?" you questioned. it was something you wondered often.

he chuckled again, meeting your gaze again, "she didn' have a name for a month," he explained with a smile. "then ma uncle said she needed one, and i called her all the girl names i could think of until she smiled at one."

"she named herself," you said with a breathy laugh, placing a kiss on the head of the adorable girl holding you while she slept, your eyes were this close to turning into hearts, and unbeknownst to you, his were just the same, but while looking at you.

the memories seemed too distant now.

the second prison attack seemed like a blur. one moment your dad was dead, and then daryl was cupping your face, telling you to get heather and leave. now you both were camping in an abandoned rv five days later, the almost-three-year-old blissfully unaware of the stressful situation, for all she knew, you two were on a little vacation. a girls' trip.

maybe keeping the girl in such a state of ignorance was foolish, knowing the chances of never seeing her dad again were high, but she was a toddler, a baby, and you'd keep her unaware and happy as long as you possibly could.

sleep claimed you at some moment of the late night, much to your dismay, since you had been too paranoid to allow yourself to sleep and not keep watch for the past days.

"mama, mama, maaaama," heather called you in a sweet, sing-songy voice as she cradled your face with her tiny hands, shaking your face gently. you opened your eyes quickly, instantly searching for dangers, but there was none nearby. it was now morning, though.

then you realized what she called you, and your heart skipped a bit. she called you mama. she considered you her mom.

"hey baby," you softly cooed. you smiled brightly at her, cupping her sweet little face and placing a short kiss to her nose.

"when we gonna eat?" heather spoke letting go of your face to play with her bunny plushie. a gift from daryl.

"oh, you're hungry? we still got an apple left, let me slice it for you," you said, moving her off you to go get the apple and knife from your bag. a grumble was heard from your stomach as you sliced the red fruit, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in 3 days. all the food was for heather now since it was getting harder and harder to find any.

"mama's hungry," heather giggled as she took the napkin with the apple slices and started munching on it. you hummed and tickled her, not wanting to deny or confirm it as you sat next to her. heather handed you a slice, and even though you wanted her to remain fed, you figured you'd find more food today and took the slice from her hand, eating it slowly to make it last.

yes, you knew it didn't work like that.

"you know what we're doing today?" you started as you got the baby wipes you found in the last drugstore you came by, cleaning her face and hands. oh, how you missed showers.

her cute face lit up with excitement, she had already complained of being bored in the trailer before. "we're going on an expedition today!" you explained, eyeing the stain on heather's shirt she had been wearing for the past couple of days. "we're gonna find food, and maybe new clothes, perhaps a toy, how does that sound?"

"yay!" heather celebrated, making you laugh, "and we gonna find daddy!" she added with a gasp, beaming excitedly. your heart dropped, but you didn't let it show, simply faking your best smile.

"oh, but we're on a girls' trip, honey, daddy will have to wait a little longer." heather nodded and you got your bag ready, although it was almost empty.

you got your quiver on and held your bow with your right hand, heather holding the other hand. "now, remember the rules? if i say yellow…"

"i hide, close my eyes, and be quiet," heather said, skipping as she walked next to you, "and if you say red we run," she added, looking all adorably serious.

"perfect," you praised her. "we're also looking for a new place to sleep, would you like that?" she nodded, crouching down to pick up a rock she found pretty.

in the trunk of a car, you were lucky enough to find two bags of chips on the verge of expiring, but still good, along with a bottle of water—it was a little warm but it was good too. the girl happily helped you put the stuff in your bag before you both quietly continued your journey in search of somewhere to camp.

on your way, you found a sign with a map. some place called terminus seemed to offer shelter for anyone, it claimed to be a sanctuary. it seemed too good to be true, but it was also too dangerous to stay out here with heather another night, so you decided to give it a shot.

you walked almost all day, holding heather when she was too tired, and boy, was she getting heavier, but at last, you found terminus that night. there, the people seemed kind and attentive, perhaps too attentive. obsessed, almost. mentioning how rare it was to see a little kid lately, and going on and on about how sweet kids are.

your gut was telling you to run, to take heather far from this place, so kindly declining the food they were offering, you took your girl in your arms and told them you still had to find her father, as an excuse.

this infuriated these weird people, making them point their guns at you and the sleeping child in your arms as they threatened you to try and move. your heart was beating so fast you thought heather would be able to feel it. you begged them to let you go, holding your kid as tight as you could so she wouldn't see what was happening.

an older woman approached you, attempting to pet heather's hair, but you slapped her hand away. she huffed and whispered in your ear, "oh, don't worry, we'll keep you together. kids and women taste good together."

a couple of the men dragged you to a sort of shipping container, locking you and heather in there, taking your weapons and bags away.

you felt thankful for the darkness for hiding your tears, so when heather asked you what was going on, you faked a happy voice and told her you were in a cave and you'd be safe here until tomorrow. rocking her back to sleep.

you got no sleep at night expecting these cannibals to show up. you were ready to put up a fight. the kid woke up in the morning, maybe around 7 or 8 a.m., which you guessed based on the slight shift of light that peeked through the thin gap below the door of the container.

to keep heather from being afraid, you played with her to guess the number, letter, or word you spelled on her back with your fingers, earning a bunch of laughs from her. but all too soon, one of the men who welcomed you suddenly opened the door ordering both to come with him, dragging you when you begged him to let you go.

he took you to a room with tables that had all kinds of stuff, from toys to jewelry, to clothes and shoes. they were belongings of other people.

the man's voice interrupted your thoughts. "first, take your earrings, necklace, and shoes off, and put them where they belong," he instructed. "the kid can put the toy over there," he pointed at the pile of plushies and toys. your heart ached for the kids that you assumed died here.

"mama?" heather spoke to you, hugging your leg. "i don't wanna leave bunny," heather quietly said, and you could tell she was getting scared, but you didn't know how to turn this into a game or a story, and only a nervous stammer left your lips.

"i'll come back to let you know when you can take your clothes off," the man said, eyeing your body in a way that made you want to poke his eyes out. "try anything funny and i'll make you watch as we eat her," he whispered in your ear, almost making you gag from the way his hot, stinky breath hit your neck. you stared daggers at him as he laughed and left through the back door. "i'll be right outside," he said all too cheery.

you felt grossed out. the only difference between these people and walkers was that they were alive and aware, and that thought alone made you feel more uneasy.

"daddy!" heather squealed happily, making you turn your head so fast you were surprised you didn't break your neck, but you only found her reaching for the crossbow on the table of weapons. how did you miss it? It was daryl's crossbow, no doubt. with the little stick figures that heather drew on one side. "nama, daddy's here!"

"yeah," you said almost breathlessly as you grabbed the weapon. "he is," you said, still processing the new information.

"let's go get him!" heather declared, but a loud explosion made both of you jump, heather let out a little scream, hugging you again before she started crying. you held her as you slowly approached the door to hear the commotion outside, hearing the guys that were on guard rush away.

you opened the door, seeing nothing but chaos outside.

you closed it again, setting heather down and kneeling to talk to her. "okay, baby, right now we're going to get away, okay? we're going to run. it's red, got it, honey?" you said as calmly as you could manage. She nodded as you gently dried her tears.

"okay," she whispered. "i trust you, mama," she said holding you tightly.

after a few seconds, you rushed to grab your bow and arrows, as well as daryl's crossbow, slinging each on one shoulder before grabbing a machete that was on the table also. you held heather who wrapped her little arms around your neck, hiding her face in your neck with her eyes shut so she wouldn't have to see anything.

everything felt in slow motion when you stepped outside, stabbing in the head the walkers you came across almost robotically, adrenaline and fear rushing through your veins, and trying to find a way out without being bitten. though a gap in the fence you managed to get heather through, and you carefully climbed over it.

you walked for about ten minutes until you heard voices. daryl's voice among them. heather's wide eyes made contact with yours, and she pointed to where the noise could be heard from.

"heather and (y/n)?" your hunter asked.

"yeah! i saw them, i thought they were behind us. i called them. they probably didn't hear me!" carl explained, a hint of stress and sadness in his voice.

"the're still there, i'm goin' back for 'em," daryl announced.

you whispered something for heather to say, which she repeated brightly: "you're probably gonna need this!" her tiny voice made all eyes turn to look at you immediately. there were some new faces, but you were only focused on daryl.

his teary eyes made contact with yours, his breathing was heavy, and his lip trembled. you stared at each other for a minute until his gaze dropped to heather and he finally broke down. heather and you ran to him, he and you kneeling for a family hug. "daddy!" heather called happily, eyes closed from the big smile she wore.

you were finally home—the three of you were. his arms protectively around his two girls as heather beamed peppering his father's and mother's faces with sweet kisses, drying your tears too. she didn't understand why you cried when she was so happy, but she didn't question it.

impulsively, he held your face softly with his free hand and his lips met yours. it was a peck, quick so he could pull away before you reacted in case it wasn't welcomed, but you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in again, pouring all the emotion both had been too blind to notice before into the kiss.

you only pulled away when you heard heather giggle next to you.

taking a proper look at her daddy now up close, she gasped, looking at his blackeye. "mama, daddy got a owie," she pouted, "mama gonna make it better," she told her father, placing a hand on his shoulder in utter seriousness—adorable.

"i'm sure mama will," daryl hugged his daughter, meeting your gaze again, but this time his eyes were softer, adoring, and loving, and yours were just the same. heather nodded before his dad tickled her with his beard, making her laugh loudly, which made the rest of the group smile as well.

maybe things weren't perfect yet. life was not perfect, but this moment absolutely was.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon headcanons #dad!daryl

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lomlspidey · 11 months

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༊*·˚ second | riven

★ summary : riven went to your room and found some pretty interesting things about you, oh! also about your little crush on him.

★ warnings : reader is stella’s sister, angst, slight suicidal thoughts, jealous!reader, slight miscommunication, based on the song heather by conan gray

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You have been the second choice for as ling as you can remember. Being the little sister of Stella, you couldn't actually get away from that.

Always being left by friends because the other one got more popular. Always having last to be picked in a group assignment.

Always.

Until one day you didn't feel like that anymore. Until one day you met him.

It's weird honestly, having feelings for your sister's boyfriend's best friend.

That was confusing.

With Riven you always felt like the first choice. The top priority, and not the backup plan.

But all of that went down the drain when he suddenly had this thing with Beatrix.

At first you thought it was just a fling. Although that still hurt you, you thought it was anything but having emotions.

But they got closer, and to anyone, in one glance they could probably say that they're a couple.

You were fiddling with your pen in one hand, the bottom of it hitting softly at your forehead while the other holding your journal, you jotting down your latest feels and adventures. With the soft voice of Conan Gray filled the calm atmosphere.

Everyone was out partying and you chose to stay in your bedroom. It was totally not because you were avoiding someone.

Totally.

Okay fine you were. You didn't want to see the guy you're into sucking faces with another person.

"I still remember," the first verse of the song already made you let out a grunt, the song literally sounded what you felt currently.

But as much as you wanted to turn it off, it was such a heartfelt song that you just couldn't. So you joined in singing it.

"Third of December," you softly sang as you continued to write about what interesting thing has happened in the past week.

"me in your sweater," the lyric made you think about a memory of you and Riven. You just have gotten into a fight with your mother, all the yelling sent your mind into a spiral, you felt like honestly drowning yourself.

It was just too much.

You didn't know why but your legs carried you to Riven and Sky's room. Your nose twitches every so often as the cold air hits you.

You knocked on the door and Riven woke up from his sleep, opening it. It left him slightly baffled to see you with red puffy eyes with tear stains on your cheeks.

The door creaked open and your heart skipped a beat looking at his shirtless figure, with bed hair.

God he looked so good.

He moved to the side to let you in the room, and as you were in, you immediately tackled the boy into a hug.

You're on your tippy toes, arms wrapped around his neck, your nose inhaling his scent.

The scent alone made you calmer but when he securely wrapped his hands around your waist, you felt home.

"You're okay. You're okay." he soothed out as his fingers gently played with your hair.

Sky was out so it's only you two in their room.

Your shaking figure calmed down as he moved you guys to the bed. Softly laying you down.

He noticed how you ran your hands to your arms, trying to get a sense of heat in the chilly atmosphere. So he went to grab his sweater from the closet and hand it to you.

You look up at him confused, "What's this for?" you asked.

"You looked like you were cold." he said, shrugging his shoulders and nudging his sweater closer to you.

"Thanks." you smiled and didn't take down the offer as you quickly wore it. The familiar scent of him filled your nostrils as you sighed in relief, feeling the warmth enveloping you.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked softly, sitting down beside you on his bed — not wanting to break you more in your already fragile state.

You were too tired to think as you shook your head. "No."

"Alright, you can stay here tonight if you'd like." he nervously offered. As close as you guys are, you didn't actually go past the 'cuddling' stage.

You felt your heartbeat picked up, as you said, "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother-"

"Yeah I'm sure." he answered quickly, ending your rambling.

You let out a soft 'okay' as you laid back onto his bed. The softness of the mattress invites your sleepiness.

Your body curled up in a ball as you rested on your left side. The bed dipped down indicating Riven moved to lay beside you.

It was awkward for a minute, Riven wanting nothing more than to just hold you close to him, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. So he just laid there staring up at the ceiling.

You were already half asleep as you moved to your other side and curled up with him.

He froze for a second, a lot of thoughts cursing through his head. It was almost like you could feel his stiff figure as you snuggled more into him, arms went to his stomach, your head on his chest.

A loop-sided grin made its way to Riven's face as he relaxed his body, his hand moved to your back drawing circles and having the best sleep in his life.

As the memory faded away, the song already is at it's chorus, "but I watch your eyes as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes,"

You were so into the song you didn't even realise your bedroom door was open, there stood Riven staring at you in awe.

The boy has never heard you sing before and it blew him away.

"brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerised, while I die," you softly continued as little pricks of tears came on the edge of your eyes.

While you were at your table, Riven moved from his spot and moved to your bed as it creaked, immediately stopping you from singing more.

You jumped up from your spot and was met with Riven staring adoringly at you.

"Do you not know what knocking is?!" you shrieked at him. Mad that he scared you like that and because he caught you singing a song when you were thinking of him.

Riven ignored your little outburst as he said, "Why didn't you tell me you can sing?" with a small smirk on his face.

You sighed, as you answered his question with a question. "What are you doing here?" the edge to your voice was almost unrecognisable but Riven picked that up first thing.

His smile faltered, but he shrugged his shoulders acting like he didn't care. "The party got boring." in all honesty he just missed you, but he wouldn't tell you that.

You clenched your jaw, the second result. Again. "Well, where's Beatrix? Thought she was keeping you company." the tone of your voice dipped with such venom.

From snapping more, you moved around your room picking up clothes that were on the floor to distract yourself.

Riv looked at you, distraught. What did he do? He thought.

He too moved from his spot and went to the table, noticing the book you once held.

You were too angry and pissed to notice him flicking some of the pages.

First it was all about the classes, the colour of the sky, the teacher being annoying.

But one sentence got his eye, it was his name.

okay maybe i do have a teeny weensy crush on riven but that's just it.

it's how it's always been, and nothing is going to change that.

oh my god why am i writing like i'm a̶c̶u̶a̶t̶l̶y actually talking to you.

shit i'm late for class, bye love u.

Riven's eyes widened as his mouth gaped wide open.

The silence disturbed you as you looked back at him, noticing his shocked face, looking into your journal.

The clothes you once held all fell to the floor as you rushed to your table snatching the book away.

"What is wrong with you?!" you finally snapped. The rage and embarrassment bubbling inside you.

"Is it true?" he softly asked, meeting your eyes. You looked away immediately to be ashamed that he found out this way.

"It doesn't matter. You should go." you bitterly spat out, shoving your journal into the edge of the table where no one would think to look for it.

Riven scoffed, "Yeah, it does." he said, moving to stand in front of you.

You hesitantly met his eyes, "No it doesn't." you said to him firmly, almost threatening him to not talk about it any further.

But we all know how stubborn Riven is, he's not going to back down for his life.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked harshly.

"And what? For you to just leave me? What would happen? What would happen differently, Riv? Tell me." your voice went louder as the sentence went, your head held highly in front of him.

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, you didn't even realise you took a step forward. Your chests are almost touching each other.

Your breathing was heavy because all the pent up feelings you have for the boy in front of you coming out like a tidal wave.

The tension was too much for Riven as cupped your face in his hands and connected his lips with yours.

You sharply took an intake of breath, the kiss sent you speechless. But he pulled away before you could even respond.

"That would happen." he breathed out, head fuzzy from the kiss. You don't know how much he has dreamt about kissing you.

"Oh." you stupidly let out, not comprehending the situation at hand.

Riven chuckled as his hands went down wrapping them around your waist.

"Wait, wait what about Beatrix?" you asked, not wanting to be solved as the second choice, again.

"Nothing." he said, staring at you with that look.

"Nothing?" you questioned, raising your eyebrows.

He nodded, "Yeah, nothing. You're my first choice, always." a smile made its way to his lips, loving the feeling of you in his hands.

You grinned and your lips sealed once again. Your hands rest on his chest, him bringing you closer by your waist.

I wish I were heather.

reblog for a kiss <3

#mine ♡#ftws #ftws riven #winx riven #riven x reader #riven blurb #riven imagine #riven fic #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga riven

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elliesbelle · 1 year

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hello my loves ♡

⚢ my name is belle

⚢ i’m in my 20s

⚢ i am a brown femme lesbian

⚢ my pronouns are they/them

⚢ currently writing for ellie williams & abby anderson from the last of us, and vi from arcane. i’ll expand my fics to other characters as well in the future! feel free to make suggestions for fics, drabbles, or headcanons!

⚢ you may ask to be on taglists for some of my works, but you can instead follow my taglist blog @belleloves

⚢ minors DNI

⚢ no racists, homophobes, transphobes, antisemites, islamophobes, fatphobes, zionists, etc. allowed near me

⚢ if we're mutuals, you can DM me for my main blog :)

⚢ i have a ko-fi if you like my work so much that you feel compelled to tip me ♡︎

palestine will be free

masterlist

the last of us

ellie williams

⚢ fics:

☼ nobody compares to you: series masterlist

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11, chapter 12, chapter 13, chapter 14 (work in progress)

☼ almost like we knew: series masterlist

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9 (hiatus)

☼ the heartbreak trilogy: series masterlist

chapter 1: while i die (based on the conan gray song "heather"), chapter 2: rained on with you (based on the lizzy mcalpine song "ceilings"), chapter 3: eviscerated (based on the muna song "everything")

⚢ one-shots:

☼ already over (based on the sabrina carpenter song)

☼ skinny dipping (based on the sabrina carpenter song)

☼ imagine (a world like that) (based on the ariana grande song “imagine”)

☼ how much i need you (based on the olivia o’brien song “hate u love u”)

☼ between your fingers (based on the olivia rodrigo song “the grudge”)

☼ wish she was you (based on the hinder song “lips of an angel)

⚢ texts conversations:

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 1 (slightly horny but also fluffy nonsense)

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 2 (ellie gets anxiety from reader not responding)

☼ domestic!gf ellie: part 3 (ellie and reader spend most of their time texting each other at work, it seems)

☼ college gf dealer!ellie: part 1 (featuring pictures of my cat)

☼ college gf dealer!ellie part 2 (living in an off-campus apartment with ellie)

⚢ headcanons:

☼ what ellie would look for in a partner

☼ ellie with an oblivious girlfriend

☼ ellie with the hots for the babysitter

abby anderson

⚢ one-shots:

☼ what i need (based on the hayley kiyoko song)

⚢ texts conversations:

☼ domestic!gf abby: part 1 (abby's love language is acts of service)

☼ domestic!gf abby: part 2 (pranking abby with taylor swift song lyrics)

⚢ headcanons:

☼ loser!abby around her crush

arcane

⚢ coming soon!

#masterlist #about me #belle speaks

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the-milk-monarch · 5 months

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☣︎ Maybe I'll add a part two sometime with Vito, Cody and Scott but for now damn that was exhausting

[𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴]

[𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘]

⚠ | setting: Total Drama Island AU

Most of the people who joined Total Drama have already been eliminated, and so were you. You didn't mind though, as you got to enjoy the positive side of losing - Playa Des Losers.

It was a lazy evening, most of the folks were busy doing their thing, but you were getting kinda bored.

You thought you were doomed with the boredom of yours, until you heard Chris McLean's voice through the speaker.

"Hey happy campers! Guess what. Do you want to win some money, even as a loser?" Were the words you caught.

Some contestants turned their heads towards the source of the sound.

"That's right!" He exclaimed. "You know how on TV there's always some fun hanging out time scenes between the contestants? Well you seem to lack at your job so I'm here to fix it!"

You slightly rolled your eyes at his words. You were a bit of a social anxiety filled loner, but he doesn't have to point that out.

"If you wanna earn a few additional bucks when going home, a measly $100, you're gonna have to play spin the bottle!"

You noticed some gasps, laughs and confused looks from the other people.

You thought the idea is a bit childish, but free 100 bucks is 100 bucks, so you didn't plan to turn down that idea. You were already a loser, so why not get the extra money?

All of the willingly participating contestants joined a shared space near the pool in a small gathering.

You sat down somewhere as well, awaiting further instructions.

Chris instructed for someone to take the bottle and spin it.

"Heather!" He shouted, making the girl turn her head towards the speaker. "You're gonna start! Spin the bottle and give a dare to a fellow loser."

She exhaled through her teeth, making a little "psh." noise.

"Alright."

Her hand twisted the bottle and sent it into a whirl.

"Hey, Chris!" Heather shouted before asking a question. "You want some bonding time, huh?"

Finally the bottle chose it's victim - to your surprise - it wasn't you.

"Yeah?" Chris's voice echoed around, a bit curious.

You were unsure what Heather had prepared, but you knew it wouldn't be anything easy.

"Well then, since Y/N arrived not too long ago, and I observed them hanging around a particular someone recently, why not pull them closer together?" She had a smug smirk on her face, which made you quite worried now.

"Kiss Y/N." Her finger pointed at you.

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

"Wh- Wha-" Mike lost balance and nearly fell from the chair he was sitting on as he processed the dare.

You also reacted with a subtle and baffled gasp bordering on"wha-".

"But- What? Why? I can't do that, what if Y/N doesn't want to?" He quickly bombarded her with questions, a bit embarrassed he had to discuss this in front of you.

"Then they'll have to take away your chance at the money." She assumed, innocently shrugging her shoulders.

Upon hearing the dare, Chris once again joined into the convo through the speakers.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, both participants get the 100 bucks to share if they fulfill their dare. Fifty-fifty each." He elaborated.

"And no forcing fellow contestants if they don't want to do the dare. That's not cool, dudes." He felt the need to add that last part, especially for TV.

Mike looked at you with anxious puppy eyes, uncomfortable with the idea that Heather came up with.

You froze a bit.

How could Heather figure out you had a sweet spot for Mike?

You thought you weren't that obvious, Mike never commented on it.

You blinked twice before returning the gaze at him.

"Eh- I don't know if- If you wanna do that, Y/N?" Mike started to sweat a little.

You felt the rising anxiety inside you, was Mike gonna comment anything on Heather's comment?

"I mean, I'd never want to make you uncomfy-" He trailed off a bit before you cut him off.

"Um, no- I mean- I-" You noticed you started to babble so you finally just said the most appropriate response you could think of at the moment with a nervous grin. "Sure, let's get the money."

You could see a bit of Mike dying inside after he heard your approval.

Mike got up from his seat, slowly coming towards you with his hands close to his chest, fidgeting slightly.

You awaited your "doom", feeling as if the time became slower.

All of the losers' eyes were on you both, expecting something to happen.

He met your gaze once he was close enough to you.

You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face and not disclose what was going through your head at the moment.

"Alright then- I'll, uh, start-" He said meekly, nearing closer to your face.

You started looking at his red cheeks until a kiss took you by a surprise.

You were fully expecting a kiss on the lips, but instead you felt it on your cheek.

Guess you shouldn't be greedy.

Mike immediately backed out after he was done, but not too fast so you'd think he finds you particularly repulsive.

You felt the corners of your lips turn into a bashful smile that you couldn't control.

You felt kind of stupid when your first kiss with him was because of Heather, though. You hoped it didn't scare Mike too much.

Mike had one as well, albeit much more worried than yours.

You noticed him hurry back to his place, with his face still subtly red.

[AFTERMATH]

After the whole thing was over and everyone went their separate ways, you tried to find Mike.

You didn't want to leave on an awkward note and you wanted to explain some things. You decided it was time to.

You spotted Mike helping himself near the snackbar, away from other people.

You didn't know whether he wanted to be left alone or not, but you approached anyway.

Mike immediately turned his head as he heard you clearing your throat.

"O-Oh, Y/N, hey!" He greeted you with a slightly nervous, yet still kind grin.

"Oh no, they're here-"

"Hey Mike." You politely reciprocated, trying not to panic inside.

"Okay, calm down. They only came to talk. Maybe- Maybe it's not about that kiss?"

"Um... What's up?" He also tried his best so the situation wouldn't be awkward.

"So... The bottle thing." You gently started, stopping for a moment to regain your thoughts on the topic which were being drowned in your worries.

"They are gonna talk about that kiss. No, no, no, no-"

His face changed for a second into a look of doubt and anxiety which was quickly covered with a smile.

"...Yeah? What about it?" He quietly gulped.

"Well- I- Hope this doesn't- You know." You felt as if your mouth forbid you from forming proper sentences.

"Y-Yeah, me too- It was-" He felt himself being tongue-tied as well.

"It was what, Mike? Nice? You can't say that!"

You and Mike shut up as soon as you realized you're both just as hopeless.

After a moment of silence, you finally heard a pathetic and tense chuckle coming his way.

You were about to panic even more, thinking he's laughing at you, but the thought that he was as nervous as you prevented you from doing that.

"Honesty is the best way to go, right? Just be normal for once."

"Sorry. Guess it got to me more than I thought." He finally admitted without beating around the bush. "I- I don't want you to think I'm a weirdo because of that, though."

"What? No-" You quickly denied that, making him visibly less worried.

"I-" Words yet again got stuck in your throat, which started to piss you off a little. Mike could do nothing but listen intently to what you were about to say.

"I-If you promise to also not think I'm a weird for what I'm about to say, then-" You tried to put on a confident facade as you started fidgeting with your hands a little.

"Of course not!" Mike quickly chimed in, now even more desperate to hear your response. "I promise."

You knew if you screw this up, it'd be game over. The words finally flew out of you.

"I- kinda hoped you'd aim for the lips."

You saw Mike freeze the moment he processed what was being said to him.

"Aim for the lips."

You broke him. The four words were floating in his head, covering every free space in it.

You remained tense and quiet, dreading each second he didn't reply.

Finally he got to his senses and slightly shaked his head.

"I- I'm sorry, it just took me by a surprise-" He couldn't cover the red that was on his face after that info. "Usually people try to get away from me, you know?"

It was your turn to let out the meek chuckle that was forming in the back of your throat.

"Yeah- Well- Not me." You admitted.

"U-unless you want me to-?" Anxiety got a hold of you once again.

"N-no!" He tensed up once more, slightly reaching out his hand towards you as if you were about to run away.

Until he realized his reaction was a bit too much.

"I mean-" He instead quickly scratched the back of his head with the hand that he extended prematurely. "Y-You can stay."

"I- I hope they're being honest."

He waited a second before speaking once more, leaving you with anticipation.

"...You can even- come closer, if you'd like."

You noticed the familiar, sweet toothy grin that was coated with an unhealthy dose of worry and hesitation.

You took a step forward, making Mike subtly cower.

"...Yea?" Shy but reassuring smile appeared on your face.

You didn't fully realize how tall he was before you stepped closer. Usually it wasn't a problem to look him in the eyes, but because of the close proximity you had to move your head up to face him.

If his focus wasn't entirely on you now, Mike's second worry would be his profuse sweating.

"Well- Um- Y-You won't get money for it, but if you're still interested, I could..." If it wasn't for your very close distance, you'd almost miss Mike's murmur.

Fortunately, you managed to catch it all.

With this reassurance, you reached out your hands so they could hold Mike's face.

You felt his cheeks getting even hotter with your touch.

Smooch.

You heard a surprised half whimper and gasp come out of him as soon as your lips touched.

He looked at you like a deer in the headlights as you pulled away from the kiss, knowing he already lost the battle with his face showing all the emotions coursing thru him.

"You know, that 'pay-off' is enough for me."

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

Mal was sitting in the corner, the only indication that he participated in the game was his place near the pool.

Not too long ago he was sulking about his recent "unfair" elimination from the show he planned to win and so he was extra grumpy from the moment he arrived.

He almost stopped paying attention to whatever unimportant was happening until he noticed the bottle pick him.

"Kiss Y/N." He heard Heather's dare.

"What am I, fucking 14?" He bluntly spat out his annoyance at the childish topic.

"This is a family friendly show, Mal. Language!" Chris had to beep out Mal's profanity for sure.

You just sat there, frozen with the implications of the dare and what Mal might possibly think about what Heather said now.

Mal obnoxiously rolled his eyes, as to show his irritation further.

Suddenly you felt his piercing gaze sizing you up.

It made you tense.

"Y/N sure seems to act out their crush like a teenager. Make a move already, sweetie." Heather mocked you with the audacity of sounding like she doesn't even care about it.

She couldn't actually have a clue about you actually being interested in Mal, though.

She disliked Mal as much as Alejandro, knowing he's a proper rival to her, and with your "fascination" with him, you were more inclined to hang around him.

You were just in a "wrong place at a wrong time" and she wanted to make a jab at him.

"Well, Y/N, are you 'above 14' and up for it?" Chris dared to joke as he waited for your response.

"Uh- Yeah- Okay." You nodded while saying, albeit a bit quietly from the shock that was still in your mind.

Mal sighed dramatically as he so gracefully got up his butt to slither your way.

His walk was careless but still arrogant, matching his opinion about the topic.

He looked at you from above as you were still sitting on your place.

His face got closer as he bent to whisper in your ear.

"You really up for it?" He asked with a mix of "i don't care" as well as some not so subtle mocking and teasing grin. "With me?"

You avoided looking at his eyes to not betray too much, although you were sure that if Mal weren't conveniently casting a shadow on your face with his, he'd be able to see your blush.

"Yes." You managed to spit out, hoping that your attempts at being casual worked. "...For the cash righ-"

You tried to explain yourself further so he wouldn't take you for a pining weirdo, but you were promptly stopped by his lips touching yours.

You yelped quietly as he pulled you into a deeper kiss that you were not prepared for at all, grabbing your chin.

Mal wanted to make a show and so he did, much to everyone's surprise.

Heather's eyebrows even raised in shock, but they were nothing compared to yours.

After a not so steamy make-out, he finally backed off, leaving you with a need to process what happened.

"Oh, what a terrible fate. Truly embarrassing. Get a grip." He made a disgusted face at Heather, leading the point further with how stupid the idea was.

Mal was above the silly dare and so he didn't make a fuss about it.

He just wanted to shock people for his own amusement, per usual.

And maybe even subtly express his anger at people trying to make kissing him out of all people a "terrible fate".

He moved back to the place he was sitting on before, leaving you with a memory of the situation burned into your brain.

[AFTERMATH]

He was always good at reading people - skill he had to develop due to his upbringing.

So he didn't really worry about being in the wrong in the situation.

The smug brat knew you were into him, seeing your behavior around him.

After the game was over and everyone had fulfilled their dares, he approached you when you were least expecting it.

"Hey, lovebird." You heard the voice you knew too well, from someone you wanted to avoid for the moment.

Mal noticed your visible flinch as he went up to you from behind and chuckled under his breath.

"Not so happy to see me now?" He gazed at you while crossing his arms with cocky amusement. "I thought you enjoyed yourself not too long ago."

You had to wait a moment before the words could properly formulate in your mouth. You were baffled that he had the audacity to taunt you with it so casually.

Mal waited out your silence with an eye roll.

"Come on, I don't have all day." He impatiently hurried you, making you regain your voice.

"I-" You had trouble looking him in the eye after what happened.

"I am- not displeased by seeing you." You nailed it.

(No you didn't.)

"That's a step in the right direction." He concluded and dared to show you a mocking smirk, stepping closer. "But how about you admit that you're very happy to see me?"

His shameless cockiness and nonchalance thrown you off a little. You weren't sure if he was playing a cruel joke on you .

You decided to turn the question on him, somewhat smoothly.

"Well- It seems you are. Why else would you come to see me?" You replied with fake confidence, hoping it'd fool him.

Mal only chuckled at your attempt at being cool.

"Well, I can't deny I've been thinking about you." He once again managed to shut you up with a shit eating grin.

You remained silent for a longer second, obviously not knowing what to respond.

"You seem very speechless today, dear." He raised his brow amused, he was clearly thriving on making you uncomfortable.

"Don't get me wrong, it's adorable. But a conversation is a two way street, you know?" He was becoming bolder the more he saw you squirm.

"You don't really give me easy things to respond to, you know." A bit of truth escaped from you. He got you.

"Oh, I'm very well aware." He grinned and tilted his head confidently. The way he was staring at you made you feel very small. "What's wrong? Too afraid to say something?"

"Did you really come here only to make me feel stupid, or-" You tried to remain casual, but a bit of anxiety managed to fall into your response.

"Oh, the fun part of seeing you all shy and stumbling over your words is just a plus." He exhaled with amusement. "Besides, you don't need me to think you're stupid, you're doing a good enough job all on your own."

You furrowed your brows a little. So you were right. He was just making fun of you?

Mal rolled his eyes. You obviously weren't reacting how he wanted you to, but he wasn't about to give up.

"Why don't you just be honest for once? You seem awfully tense for such a simple conversation." He pushed your limits a bit, testing what made your nerves tick.

You sighed with both frustration and hopelessness.

Your mind was too preoccupied with thinking what a fool you were potentially making of yourself, you didn't even realize how many signs Mal was giving you. In his own way.

"... Okay." You started to gain some courage to finally speak up.

"There we go." The corner of his mouth curved into a sly smirk for a moment. He seemed pleased with his success, but made no move to make his intentions clearer.

In fact, his expression changed from smug to an impatiently raised brow, daring you to make the next move.

"Yes, I am into you." You finally decided to stop stalling and say the obvious. You tried your best to hide your embarrassment and fear of rejection on your face, which made Mal's eyes flash with curiosity and something else.

Mal looked pleasantly shocked for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and the smug expression came back.

"Finally, someone's not afraid of saying it." He paused for maximum dramatic effect, as if he'd been waiting for this moment. After the pause he leaned in close, bringing his face close to yours.

When the tension was highest between you two, he abruptly backed away and smirked at him again.

"You'll have to do better than admitting you're into me, though." He once again tested you.

"Huh- What else do you expect me to say?" You turned your head slightly, a bit dumbfounded by the demand.

"Oh, you don't have to say anything." He then took you by the waist, making you squirm a little by the sudden contact.

"You could always express yourself with actions…" He smiled devilishly, his brown eyes never leaving yours. He kept his hands resting on you, enjoying how awkward and nervous he made you.

Your face was undeniably at least a bit red by how quick it all went down.

Nonetheless, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you screwed this up when the fate gave you a chance to kiss your object of affection twice.

[𝙽𝚘𝚊𝚑]

"...What?" He stared at Heather with his skeptically raised eyebrow, which was conveying more so confusion and bafflement at this point.

You couldn't help but look at Heather the same, except with even more surprise.

"No hard feelings Noah, I don't care." She "lightheartedly" said. "But Y/N here..."

You knew Heather would start picking at you sooner or later.

You didn't really have a good relationship with her, and few days ago she seriously started to piss you off.

You had a little altercation before all of this but you didn't really think it was something to dwell on.

Apparently Heather thought the opposite.

Noah's face stayed the same until his expression softened into something else, but was promptly changed back.

"Wow. Really mature." He discarded her attempt at clowning on both of you.

"Well, dare's a dare, ain't it?" She repeated the rules of the game, shrugging carelessly.

He took a long and hesitant sigh as he lazily made way towards you.

You followed his moves with your eyes, finally meeting his as your gaze landed on his face.

"...Eh-" He stopped for a moment, cringing internally. "So- You okay with proceeding?"

"Yeah-" You nodded, sensing the awkward atmosphere.

Noah didn't make much effort to blow the kiss out of proportion.

He just smooched your lips in a quick manner and then, without a word, moved to his seat.

You tried to copy his demeanor towards the situation, not making a big deal out of what happened.

Your eyes wandered around the place after, but you managed to catch a glimpse of Owen playfully nudging Noah and letting out a silly giggle.

[AFTERMATH]

You couldn't bear the thought of the tense note you left off with Noah.

You felt immense second-hand cringe for Noah, who visibly didn't want to end up in the situation.

Even though it was a dare both of you accepted, you didn't want him to associate you with a gross memory.

So you gathered all of your confidence to go talk to him.

You noticed him reading a book somewhere in a secluded place.

You thought it's normal, since most people prefer peace and quiet while reading, but you also knew Noah was able to read just fine around other people to, if he wanted to.

You weren't about to question him about that, though.

He was deeply focused on his book, so when he heard you clearing his throat, you noticed some alarms going off in his brain as he saw you.

"Hey-" You awkwardly started.

He subtly stopped himself for a moment, grabbing his book and putting it down so that he'd show his attention is on you.

"Hey." He reciprocated your greeting, responding flatly but not maliciously.

You were a bit lost with how to start, so you just talked on the spot.

"So like, I know we don't really talk, but I just wanted to make sure that it's not, uh, weird between us because of Heather's immaturity." You explained as best as you could.

It was true, you and him weren't really close, but you also never shown any maliciousness between each other, and you wanted it to stay that way.

He digested your words for a moment as he searched for a proper response.

"I'm not affected by Heather's stupidity. It's not contagious." He summed it up in calm but witty manner. "Why would I be weirded out by an immature dare?"

"Right- That's cool then-" You tensed up slightly, but his response was also a bit relieving.

"... Unless it's you who has a problem?" He asked, raising his brow.

His expression stayed analytical and with a healthy dose of skepticism, but there was also a part of soft insecurity thrown in.

"No, no!" You quickly chased away his allegation.

Both of you once again found yourself in an uncomfortable silence.

You haven't made a peep, but you swear you could hear some quiet and unsurely irritated sigh from Noah as you planned to end this interaction.

Suddenly he opened up his mouth. "Well then, as we established-"

He tried to keep his words as casual as they come, with fear of coming more awkward than he intended te situation to be. "I think we should just, move on, and stop acting like it's a big deal."

"Yeah. You're right." You agreed with a nod, yet still felt a bit blursed about the fact that now you had your crush's attention on you.

"I mean, it's not like it was a first kiss on a school trip." You tried to joke to make the moment lighter.

"...Yeah." Noah's response came off a bit flat, with his movements becoming stiffer, but his expression remained a mystery.

"... It wasn't your first kiss, was it?" You blurted out without thinking over what you're gonna say.

You noticed the surprised and a bit called out face of his.

"Yeah- no way. You're like my fifth one this week." He quickly saved his face as he responded in a sarcastic manner.

You chuckled, although you weren't sure if he's joking or not.

"Wow, okay, sorry, that came off a bit weird of me, huh-" You backed away with your question apologetically.

"Yeah." He responded with the typical dry tone, but you could hear some light amusement from the reply. "Well, if you won't go bragging about it to others, then..."

You felt your face get a bit hotter, were you really his first kiss?

Now you felt a bit bad.

Did he have any regrets??

You had to know.

"Oh- Sorry for- taking that, I guess-" You tried to not dig at the "issue" further but also show that you're sorry, in case he expected that.

He softly smirked in slight amusement at your unsureness.

"It's just a kiss." He reminded you both.

You only chuckled nervously in return.

The moment was broken by a familiar blond-haired boy coming your way in a hurry.

"Noah, I saw Y/N heading your way!" You both heard Owen's voice nearing closer. "Maybe you can finally talk about that kiss-"

You saw Owen's face faltering into surprise and then embarrassment when he saw Noah's face trying to say "quit it" without making a sound around you.

"-Hershey's kiss, that you ate this monday, because, there were some, in the kitchen." He "smoothly" saved the situation and began to slowly retreat.

"Man, I'm hungry- I wonder if there are any left- I'll go check." And so he ran off.

Once again, the tense atmosphere creeped into to your surroundings again.

Noah couldn't help himself but let out a disappointed, given up sigh as he facepalmed.

"...What was that about?" You looked at him questioningly, but not trying to overwhelm him.

"That was my last chance at keeping this conversation not awkward." He cynically replied.

You stopped for a moment, unsure how to proceed.

"Okay, I'll just stop being immature and say it. I like you." Noah mumbled out your way, although he tried to make sure you hear it, his hesitance was obvious.

You were stunned to hear such words leave specifically his mouth, but you were in no mood to complain.

"I like you too." You didn't think much, you just said what's been on your mind in the current state.

You were about to take back your words, afraid of how easily you let on your feelings, but hey, he said it first, right?

"Oh. Wow." Was his only response after a moment.

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quiet coyote ⛓️

CHAPTER ONE take me far from here | AO3

hey, joy ride fans. pspspsps. so, like any other big scary slasher that’s Like This, i immediately developed a crush. one could even say it hit me like a truck (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-4-gLlF0uw). so, i’m writing about it. rather, i’m planning an entire multi-chapter thing about it and about him... and i’m making it extremely self-indulgent while on the way. this is a bit of a “for myself” project, but you guys are more than welcome to read, too! ♡

SFW | Word Count: 2,367 | Rusty Nail x Female Reader

contains canon typical/incoming cringe 2000s protagonists, dk if this needs a warning but casual misogyny + slut shaming is brought up quite a bit!

continued in making me feel like i’m guilty

🎼: x

Dawn on a motel, the dirt not kicked up and the mirages still fast asleep in the sand. Without neighbors for miles, the evenings were mostly silent lest a group travel through late in the night, coming to an oasis of air conditioning and leg room for a reprieve before heading back out to where they needed to be.

“Why are we out here again?” A boy asked, squinting up at the Sun. “Buttfuck, Nevada… Desert on one side of the road, brothels and shitty motels on the other.” He gestured to the small stop they had stayed, now in the process of being put behind him in the poorly paved parking lot. “What a cool place to spend the one break we get before finals season comes and fucks us over.”

The other guy scoffed, almost offended but still waking up and unable to commit to a strong emotion. “I told you why we were out here. Vegas is like, forty minutes away.”

“No it isn’t,” From the other side of the car, one of the girls in his group shouted over the hood of their car, looking down at a map in her hands. “It’s more like four hours, dipshit. Stop trying to talk us into it.”

Standing with her was another girl, one who was bothered with a hangnail on her hand. The third one was crouched low to the asphalt, watching a beetle to pass the time as they finished checking out, also too groggy to engage with the world just yet.

“Earth to [Y/N], come on. Don’t tell me you were watching a fucking bug while I was giving the directions.”

Looking up, you were taken from your trance by the insect making its way under your car. You sighed as you stood, twinging your expression at one of the guys who had teased and asked, “Well, what else did you want me doing? We were waiting for you guys to go return the room keys and stop talking about Vegas.”

“He wants to go to Vegas,” Natalie muttered under her breath from where she had been fixed to the map. Heather stopped picking at her hand and muttered, “Yeah, no way in Hell I’m sitting in the car for that trip.”

You nodded briefly and shrugged, “I’m sorry the getaway’s been kind of a bust. Sucks when it’s all we got in the Southwest that isn’t balls hot or Mormon country.”

“I’d take Mormon country over sharing the hotel room with these two,” Heather added, making both you and Natalie hide smiles and halfhearted snickers. She then saw Mel approach sheepishly, giving her a look of disbelief.

She scoffed at him, leaning in to meet his lips. “Fine, sharing with Dean. You’re alright.” He sighed in relief to her, genuine in tone, “Great, I’m good with being alright.” He was hugging her around the waist as she hummed another laugh.

As the Sun stopped gracing the yellow hills on the horizon, taking to the sky for another blistering day in the state, you finally did enough soaking in it to start helping throw everyone’s luggage back into the car for another trek, half in the direction of home and half in the direction of wherever looked fascinating.

“Want to find that Clown Museum,” Mel, the other guy that was along for the ride, said to you as he helped you shove a suitcase against the aged carpet in your car’s trunk, “Think it’s closer than anything else worth the time.”

“Nah, son.” Dean then piped up from where he had been tunneled into the backseat, shaking his head at him, “We aren’t fucking with that demon shit.”

“Vegas, the blow and hookers capital of the world, is in Dean’s safe square, “ Mel retorted, standing straighter and shaking his head, “But the supernatural’s where the line is drawn?”

“Ghosts don’t suck my dick.” Dean joked, sure to smack the guy on the back of the head as he walked back towards the hotel room. “I don’t blame them,” You grumbled to yourself, making Mel break into his own laughter and Dean to call back, “What was that, [Y/N]?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You ended the conversation before it even had legs to stand on, giving one more look over the contents of the trunk before slamming its door down on top.

“Hey, why’d you close up?” Dean smacked his hand on the trunk, giving you a befuddled frown from behind square-shaped sunglasses, “There was room for another bag in there.”

“It can sit in the backseat,” Natalie groaned, “Come on, dude. I want to get out of here. It’s [Y/N]’s car, anyways. Maybe we should trust her judgement when she says enough is enough.” You gave her a thoughtful glance as Dean made a jerk-off motion but instead headed for the backseat with the last backpack.

“Where’d you get this, anyways?” Heather asked, “It looks like a classic, nothing like the clunkers that putt around campus.” You turned, admiring the smooth navy blue paint under where you were leaning against the passenger door, “Hand-me-down from an uncle. He heard I was looking for a decent car when leaving for college, so we made some shit happen and sold it to me…partially under the promise that I take care of it, of course.” You crossed your arms, smiling as Natalie complimented, “It’s one of the cleanest cars I’ve ever gotten in with classmates, that’s for sure.”

“I hold myself to my word,” You commented, peeling off when you heard the horn suddenly honk, shattering the pristine silence of the badlands surrounding you and your classmates. Seeing those shades in the windshield, you snapped your fingers and pointed at Dean.

“Aht!” You barked at him, “Out of the front seat, asshole. I told you I’m the only one driving this car.”

“Nice honkers,” He pointed to the wheel while getting out, making Natalie jeer at him as he snickered, “Should let me take it for a spin some time.” He wasn’t even worth the insults, merely rolling your eyes before ushering him out of the way of the open door to the driver’s seat and putting your own sunglasses on.

“All I’m saying, [Y/N], is that you should really be more focused on Spring breaking.”

You gave Dean a disinterested glance from the rearview, hands mutely flexing on the wheel in reply. It was all he was getting out of you.

“Oh yeah, enjoy the break in the middle of-“Natalie threw a hand to the windshield, presenting the empty landscape bowled in by orange mountains. You found it rather peaceful, something scenic enough for your taste to appreciate with a flick of your eyebrows, but Mel scoffed in agreement. “Fair, I kind of wish I brought a book or something now.”

“I’m telling you guys; Vegas is our oasis from this honky tonk.” Dean insisted, and Heather groaned, “Not this whole deal again.”

“Hear him out, maybe we can watch him get drunk and catch Syphilis.” Natalie sneered, and you held your breath with straight lips as Dean blew up, “Oh, fuck off, Nat. If anyone knows about STD’s, it’d be the one who blew half the baseball team.” She gave him a ghastly glare from the passenger seat, manicured nails combing the worn leather behind her shoulder.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You asked, and Dean gawked in a mockery at you. “Uhh, maybe. She’s a fucking slut for anyone on campus, sounds pretty wrong to me.”

Mel and Heather sat further back in their seats as Natalie retorted, “Yeah, no. I might like to sleep with athletes, but I don’t take that shit from someone like you.” She turned back around with a sassy thump against the back of her seat, “You and your stupid radio show that feeds off school drama like vultures.”

“The TMZ of college reporting,” You mumbled under your breath, and Dean belted out, “Oh, boo hoo! I still get more clicks than your articles, Walter Schlong-kite. Because all you want to write about is…Oh man, I wish I knew!”

He hung his wrist off the side of your seat, making your entire body press closer to the car door as he asked practically in your ear, “What is this groundbreaking story you’re choosing over hanging out with your friends, anyways?” You wrinkled your nose at him, but slowly replied, “It’s about truck driving.”

Silence overtook you again as he started laughing, giving him one more wary glower through the mirror when he slapped the roof of the car in his charades. Luckily, the turn leading into the lunch stop you were all thinking on was coming up, so you just let it go and turned off the long trail.

You had maybe sat for ten minutes before wanting to get up and get some interviews. You were coyly eyeing the crowd, finding the types that you felt may fit the bill for what you wanted to share in your article. Their conversations, the second they touched the side of a Peterbilt or a Lowboy, made you zero in. It wasn’t a lie: you were doing a story about the truck driving industry. The desert wasn’t a total bust, considering it fell into a good route between big cities. You sometimes had to cross it to and from California, Vegas was right there, and opportunities of the sort.

Still, it wasn’t great company despite keeping an open mind. You knew your friends were all watching in bemusement as you hopped from booth to booth, even coasting the diner’s counter with your notebook in hand and eyes alight. “Hi, I’m a student reporter wanting to get the perspectives from truck drivers. Would you care to give an interview?” The interest wasn’t exactly brimming, let alone willing to shell their two cents. Even the guys you did speak with weren’t much for good quotes. Still, you kept the polite smile on your face, and scribbled down whatever you could for good measure.

“You know, if you weren’t a girl, you would’ve gotten smacked by a few of those guys.” Mel teased as you retreated to the booth, seeing the soda you had ordered sweating harder than you were while running around a diner in midday heat. Sliding back into your seat, you replied, “Why would you say that, Mel?” He seemed lost, and you clarified, “Why do you think these guys are all rough and tumble, that they’d kick the shit out of anyone who looks at them twice?”

He stammered, and Heather put her hand on the top of his and sighed, “[Y/N], you know that we’re just kidding.” You hummed, and still went on, “Well, that’s honestly why I’m writing this. The job’s not all fighting, anger…gross sex in restrooms. Don’t think I’ll be going there unless I have to, though.” Dean snorted, and you once again corrected, “Jesus Christ, I mean I’m not going there in my article. I’m not that interested in the story.”

“It’d be a good one that’d actually get an audience, though,” Dean’s hands fanned up as he swooned, “Truck Stop Restrooms: Just How Many Glory Holes Does It Take?” Natalie covered her mouth, but you rolled your eyes and groaned, “Very classy. You should take that idea for your work, Dean.”

“I think you should be here to have fun over anything else, [Y/N].” Mel suggested, and you gave him a level stare, “Really, you’re not even started on this story and you’re already acting like you’re handcuffed to it.”

“It’s an important idea. I mean, you heard yourself.” You gestured at him, “This sorta job keeps shelves stocked, and all you got to ask about it is which stall I’m going to get blown in, or who’s shanking me afterwards.” Dean scoffed again, “What, like driving in a straight line for nine hours a day is hard? I’d want to kill someone, too.”

You turned to him, finally giving him that sweet reaction in the form of a face to face answer, almost brushing noses with him. “You really think it’s easy?” You looked out the window, seeing a line of parked vehicles almost taller than the building itself as you murmured, “Look at how big their trucks are…How heavy they must be, all that?”

“Well, to you, maybe. You know women and driving don’t mix.” Dean commented. You whipped around, giving him a disgusted sneer before Heather piped up, “Oh, are you really playing that card?”

“What did you expect from the guy who thinks going to Vegas is any indication of getting laid?” Natalie added, throwing a sugar packet at him. You once again swallowed the venom in your mouth, turning to the window again while Mel also sat back, getting a strawful of water and avoiding eye contact with any of the girls at the table.

Smart guy, you mused to yourself.

The rest of lunch went without a hitch, you paid, then walked back out to your car. You took advantage of a couple men eyeing your car as you walked out to speak with them, chat up your vehicle while also getting some interest in your story. Lucky for you, they were both drivers. Heather and Mel did a good job of keeping Dean’s mouth shut, pushing him into the car while you talked on the outside.

One of the men even asked for your info, and you shared the website that your school let you publish on graciously. “Very nice,” He commented, “I’ll be keepin’ an eye out for it, little lady.” Beaming, you replied, “Thanks for the kind words, I really appreciated your perspectives.”

“Look at that, you got some story after all.” Natalie grinned as you got into the car, setting your notebook down at her feet and nodding. “Yep, they knew I had some interest in truck driving.”

“Why? How’d they know? From your car?” Mel asked. You sat back upright in your seat, elbow brushing the cord of the speaking device to a HAM radio that was fastened on the front panel of the car.

You shrugged, and hummed, “Must’ve heard me in the diner, I guess.”

#rusty nail x reader #slasher x reader #quiet coyote #✏️#⛓️

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billdenbroughsgirl · 5 months

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WHO DO U WRITE FOR??

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ♡

oh. my. god I THOUGHT I MADE ONE I AM SO SORRYYY anyway i luv you anon! :)

♡ KEEP IN MIND :

i can try to write for everyone! these are characters i am pretty sure i could. send an ask if someone's not on this list <3

♡ IT (STEPHEN KING)

bill denbrough ; stanley uris ; eddie kaspbrak ; richie tozier ; ben hanscom ; mike hanlon ; beverly marsh ; henry bowers ; patrick hocksetter

♡ THE OUTSIDERS

dallas winston ; johnny cade ; ponyboy curtis ; sodapop curtis ; two-bit matthews ; steve randle ; darry curtis

♡ ONE PIECE

(not very far in so requests (if canon) will have to be a bit detailed)

monkey d luffy ; roronoa zoro ; shanks ; sanji ; koby

♡ INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS

cameron james / 10 things i hate about you ; peter parker n spiderman / mcu ; daniel larusso / karate kid ; jason dean / heathers ; five hargreeves / the umbrella academy ; billy loomis n ghostface / scream (1996) ; kurt kunkle / spree ; any (recent-ish, not child) jaeden martell roles because hes my fav (i am his #1 fan)

♡ WHAT I'LL WRITE

platonic & romantic ; smut & fluff ; actually almost anything unless its illegal (js my boundaries) for example: bestiality, pee doos (ICK also its spelled like that on purpose), or like scat cause nty! anyway YEAH requests r VEYR OPEN.

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good girl | miguel o’hara ( spider-man: across the spider-verse ) x female! reader

genre nsfw, drabble

cw sub! reader, praising, spanking, size kink, choking, creampie, aftercare / 17+ only please

notes i'm back 🤣

"ahh—!"

you squirmed in miguel’s lap, your ass up in the air as he rubbed your dripping cunt using his fingers.

"shhh, princesa. two more spanks."

tears were pricking in the corner of your eyes, your ass is probably so red right now. he had spanked you eight times already, and you wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside you. "ay, cariño, i know you can take it."

you bit your bottom lip before his palm hits your ass, a gasp coming out of your mouth for the umpteenth time. "ha— fuck!"

"one more, baby. one more." he murmured, smoothing the ass cheek he had hit. you gripped onto the covers as you shut your eyes in preparation for the final spank. it was going to be a big one, for sure.

he lands a hard slap on your ass, causing you to moan loudly. "that's a good girl," miguel pushed you up and laid you gently onto the bed. he stroked his own cock at the sight in front of him— your legs wide for him, your drenched pussy aching for his dick. "you're so fucking good for me, hm? now let me reward you."

you gasp softly as the tip of his cock teases your wet entrance, causing him to hiss at the contact. you held onto his shoulders, mumbling, "please fuck me, miguel... please, please, please..."

"mm... gonna fuck you so good, mi amor..."

and he did fuck you good.

"so fucking tight." he grunted as he slowly entered you. you couldn't help the moans that were escaping from your mouth.

he placed sloppy kisses on your collarbone down to your chest, kneading your left breast with his hand and taking the other in his mouth, sucking on your nipple. you arch your back in pleasure. "your cock's s-so big...!"

"and this cock's only for you, cariño... ohh fuck." hissing at the way your nails dug into his back, his thrusts sped up. "ay, so pretty for me." he praised as he reached for your clit and rubbed it using his thumb, making you clench around his dick.

you suddenly felt a familiar knot on your stomach, nearing your climax. miguel noticed it at the way your legs started to shake, and how your lustful cries were uncontrollable. "you gonna come, hm?"

"y-yes! please, can i please come?"

"you think you deserve it, cariño?"

you were desperate, nodding vigorously as you babbled, "yes, yes, yes, please, miguel! please let me come!"

the tip of his cock hits your cervix so perfectly as he smiled at your response. "go ahead, come for me."

that was the only sentence you needed before you came, gasping as you shuddered. he thrusts through your orgasm, your pussy clamping down on him. he was also reaching his limit.

"gonna come— fuck—" miguel grunted, thrusting harder until he came inside you with a low groan. you both panted heavily, and as he slowly pulled out, your pussy overflowed with your mixed liquids.

you closed your eyes in exhaustion. "baby..."

"princesa," you feel him kissing your forehead, "you alright?"

"mhm..."

"gonna run you a bath, i'll be right back."

after a few minutes, he picked you up from the bed (he had to change the sheets too) and placed you in the tub. you looked up at him and pulled his arm. "miguel... join me."

he smiled softly, bed sheets can wait.

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soonyoungblr · 5 months

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tempted to write genshin fics on this account too <3 i'm sorry i haven't written in a while! my motivation has been crap but i've been writing a lot over christmas break :) and my motivation is back yay 🪄

#— * ♡ heather talks 💕#in 2024 im gonna write more <3 #a loooot more :)#ive been seeing a therapist to help w my mental health and it's working 🎀

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strangermuses · 2 years

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@kingofhxwkins || Heather Holloway Startercall.

Heather Holloway has the patience of a saint. Never not been the calm, cool and collective one. Even down to the way she dressed, all well put together with her red bow tied back into her long dark curly hair that perfectly coordinates with her red white polka dotted sun dress down to her shoes; white heels to bring her pretty outfit all together. Any individual she tutored was always a challenge, but THIS particular one was really pushing EVEN HER to the limits.

[ BARELY had any clue what Billy Hargrove could be like. Only observed him from afar across the swimming pool where they share the stage as life guards. But never had been this up close and personal with him & is quickly realizing why she had a GOOD reason to be nice with him, say ‘hi’ & ‘bye’, but avoid him the rest of the time. ]

Olive toned hand lifts to rub at her temples & an irritated sigh leaves Heather’s red lips that she’s trying hard to keep quiet about, doesn’t want to come off rude; it’s just in her nature no matter what to be polite... but he’s driving even the patience of a saint crazy. “...Can we please focus already?” Truly, she’s BEGGING. “If you don’t let me be the teacher, we’ll never get out of here.”

#kingofhxwkins #writings: heather holloway. || ❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓. ♡ ⠀

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mydearestdaryl · 1 month

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꩜ 𝘩𝜀𝛼𝜏𝘩𝜀𝑟 𝛼𝜋𝜕 𝜏𝘩𝜀 𝜔𝜎𝑟𝑙𝜕 ₊˚⊹♡

summary: drabbles of heather being walking baby fever. pairing: daryl x greene! reader (they're in love, they just don't know yet). setting: prison. a/n: i try but can't find the inspiration to write mama pt. 2, so here's this compilation of a few short drabbles of heather in the prison era to make up for it. i tried to explore more of her bond with the entire group, not just reader, which was very fun to write and i hope you enjoy reading it as much. thank you for reading!

𝑔𝑟𝛼𝜋𝜕𝜌𝛼'𝑠 𝑚𝛼𝑔𝜄𝑐.

little heather was growing. she was almost 2 and a half years old, which meant she was more talkative, independent, and enjoyed playing and having fun more than napping; the opposite from her infant days.

the toddler was tucked in for a nap in the bottom bunk of the cell she shared with carl, with daryl reading her latest favorite story from a book you found for her: cinderella. “an' they lived happy ever after, night-night baby,” daryl said, before kissing heather's head and getting up from his spot on the bed.

“no night-night!” heather announced, kicking the sheets off her and sitting up. she yawned, evidently tired, but fully determined to resume playing bubbles with beth as they had been ten minutes ago. “bubbles, daddy,” she suggested, her little legs dangling off the bed as she pointed at her shoes; a silent request for her daddy to get them on.

“no bubbles, heather, yea gotta take a nap, ya'll get all cranky if yea don', like (y/n),” he joked as he watched you walk by, earning a sarcastic ha-ha from you.

“no nap,” the toddler stated, jumping off the bed to get her shoes on herself. behind him, daryl heard a laugh, finding hershel slowly crutching down the hallway, “'ershel help!” heather exclaimed as she saw him too, lifting a shoe up and waving it at the grey-haired man.

the old man, laughed again, turning to hobble on his crutches into the kid's room. “how may I assist you today, young lady?”

“i need ma shoes on,” the little one said, holding it up so hershel could take it.

“well, I heard it's your nap time,” hershel mentioned, sitting at the edge of the toddler's bed and slowly lying on the surface. “i was going to take a nap myself, but i was looking for some company so we could share some cookies when we woke up.”

curiously eyeing her daughter to see if the old man's trick worked, daryl lightly snorted as he watched her gasp excitedly, mouthing cookies to herself while rushing to the edge of the bed and trying to climb up, succeeding with help from hershel.

in a scene far too endearing, the toddler crawled on top of the old man, using his chest as a pillow and holding him comfortably as she allowed her tired eyes to close now without a fight, “night 'ershel,” she mumbled, her excited smile fading into a resting expression as she quickly fell asleep.

“yea actually got cookies?” daryl whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of his baby girl's face.

“glenn found some oreos on yesterday's run,” hershel whispered back, closing his own eyes too, fixing the pillow under his head. “i might as well rest a bit too,” he mentioned. “i'll let you know when she's up.”

with a nod, a mumbled 'thank you,' and a gentle pat on the older man's shoulder, daryl left his daughter's cell.

his chest had a weird feeling, but it wasn't bad. he just never thought her kid would have such an amazing grandfather figure. he was more determined now to find the deer hershel had been talking about craving a few days ago.

𝑠𝜎 𝑚𝜇𝑐𝘩 𝑙𝜎𝜈𝜀.

toddling into the kitchen for dinner after story time with her dad, hand inside his, heather beamed when she saw you, running to you as fast as her tiny legs allowed her to hug your leg. “i love you, (y/n)!” she exclaimed.

“aw, i love you too, munchkin,” you happily replied, picking her up and hugging her while tickling her neck with your nose, eliciting the sweetest laugh from her. then you set her down on the floor again, and she rushed to beth.

“she jus' learned what it means,” daryl explained, taking a seat next to you.

“i love you means,” daryl started, pausing as he thought of the answer. he was not sure since he had never truly experienced something like that. maybe during his childhood, when his mom was alive. perhaps even the way he felt for you now… it came close. hell, maybe it was.

“'s when someone makes yea feel real happy like yer heart smiles when you're with 'em. an' they make you feel good about everythin', like things are gonna be alrigh",” he explained. “'s when you wanna kiss them face all the time, an' give em hugs,” he added, kissing his daughter's face over and over until she pushed him away playfully.

“love you, bef,” the tiny human said to your youngest sister.

“love you, heather,” beth giggled, placing a kiss on the toddler's cheek, who received it happily and went on to her next 'victim.'

“love you, cawl,” she stated confidently despite the r's still being a bit tricky for her. she hugged the fellow kid, who hugged her back before tickling her. she chuckled, trying to tickle carl back.

“love you, cawol,” heather said to the older woman as she ran to her. carol's face softened and responded by ruffling the girl's hair.

“me too, little one” carol uttered.

“love you, wick,” she told rick, who was burping his newborn. he exhaled a laugh when he saw heather climbing onto the chair next to him to see judith, “and i love the baby,” heather whispered, feeling rather grown since she was now the oldest baby in the group.

“right back at ya, kid,” rick said, playfully poking her tummy. her eyes scanned the room, searching for the remaining group members.

“i love ya, glenn,” heather threw herself into the young man's awaiting arms, getting twirled in a bear hug that made her laugh out loud. when her feet touched the ground again, she immediately ran to your other sister, “i love you, maggie,” she said while the latter placed a kiss on her forehead.

“love you, heather,” she replied with a big smile.

“i love you, 'ershel,” heather giggled as she reached up to be held by the old man, who happily obliged.

“love you too, sweetheart.”

still smiling, she ran back to daryl, chanting as she approached him, “and i love you the mostest, daddy!” he welcomed her into a big embrace, repeatedly kissing her cheek, tickling her neck with his beard as usual, and making the kitchen echo with her sweet, childish laugh.

𝜏𝜄𝜋𝜑 𝘩𝜇𝑚𝛼𝜋, 𝑏𝜄𝑔 𝑓𝜀𝜀𝑙𝜄𝜋𝑔𝑠.

“hey, heather, check this out!” carl called the little girl, excited to show her his new slingshot. however, the toddler was too focused on her tea party with bunny, her plushie, to respond or even look at him, so the boy decided to shoot the smallest rock in his pocket near her direction to get her attention.

big mistake.

not proficient enough with his aim, carl shot the rock straight at bunny's head, knocking its eye off. a gasp escaped heather's little mouth before she screamed in terror.

all the adults gathered in the kitchen with concerned expressions to see what the fuss was about, daryl being the first to get there. the hunter eyed carl suspiciously for a second before he kneeled next to his daughter, wide, scared eyes scanning her in search of an injury.

“wha's wrong, sweetheart? yea hurt?”

you approached the scene, placing a hand on carl's shoulder to ask if he was okay, rick doing the same on his other side. the poor boy looked so guilty.

“bunny, daddy!” heather sobbed, showing her father the one-eyed toy before holding it close to her chest as she cried in her daddy's arms. “cawl hurt 'im!”

“i- i didn't mean to! I just wanted to show her my slingshot,” carl confessed, his voice growing quiet at the end, dropping his head when he noticed heather's uncharacteristically enraged glare toward him. “i'm really sorry heather, i can fix i-” he started, kneeling to her height and trying to reach for the toy, but she yanked it away.

“NO!” she shouted, tears still streaming down her chubby cheeks as her dad lifted her up, trying to shush her. “bad cawl!”

gulping down the urge to scream at the boy for making his baby girl sad—breaking cycles, as he heard you say once, daryl simply patted his shoulder with a frown, “go on, le's give 'er space ta calm down,” he suggested to everyone; the crowd soon dispersing, going on about their chores.

“daddy, fix it,” heather pleaded as her tears and hiccups subsided, nearly 10 minutes later.

“y'know, i'm gonna need carl's help with this,” he winked toward the boy, who had been sitting nearby with his dad, resolute on getting the toddler to forgive him. “whaddaya think, sweetheart? carl wants to make it better too.”

“'kay, but be caweful,” she warned them, reaching for rick to hold her as carl darted to beth's cell to borrow her sewing supplies while daryl got the patient ready on the table. rick blew raspberries on the girl's tummy, successfully making her laugh again and distracting her from the plushie eye surgery performed behind them.

“all done!” carl presented it proudly, getting heather's attention, although she still glared at him with resentment. “he's good as new, see?” carl added, handing the toy to her gently. taking it in her tiny hands, she inspected her treasure.

“heather, i'm real sorry. can bunny, you, and i be friends again?” carl begged, finding her gaze when she tried to avoid his eyes, making her giggle as she was doing it on purpose.

she considered with toddler wisdom, humming while tapping her finger pensively against her delicate chin longer than necessary just because. carl did fix it after all, and bunny was all ready to play now. “ok, we're fwiends,” she finally agreed.

wriggling excitedly out of rick's grasp, she grabbed carl's hand and dragged him back to her tea party to play. no slingshots were allowed this time, though.

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

So, this turned into a fix-it fic. But I promise I’ll fix it. I hope reading this story can bring you as much comfort as I found while writing it. This chapter might be the most suspenseful one I’ve ever written, and it contains one of the sweetest, most romantic scenes I’ve ever written. - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story is told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (in the later chapters, so you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, attempted assault, bullying, canon-typical violence

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 10 k (yes I know I said this one’s going to be shorter but...I got carried away)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of attempted assault, Jason Carver, canon-typical gore & violence, blood, bullying, past trauma, murder (Chrissy & Fred), allusions to smut

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | There will be a song in this chapter, so if you want to listen to it while reading, the starting point is indicated with a little star*. The song is I Remember You by Skid Row - I know it was released in ‘89 but it’s always been one of my favorites and it fit the scene so well, so...let’s all pretend it was already released in ‘85.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

[Tuesday, July 2nd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

At first, there was only darkness.

An ocean of it.

You were adrift, the waves of darkness carrying you, making you float –

But no. This was no wave.

Your eyes fluttered open when you were placed on something hard and cold, and beneath the blur in your vision, your eyes met a pair of blue ones, hard and cold as steel.

“Stay very still,” a hollow voice whispered. And you remembered. Billy, calling you to the supply room of the community pool at the end of your shift to help him carry some cleaning supplies. The hit to the back of your head, the darkness closing in on you as a pair of arms caught your fall.

The second voice, a female one. Hurry. We don’t want to let him wait.

“It’ll be over soon,” Billy Hargrove whispered, his breath stirring your hair.

The world was spinning like a carousel, round and round and round as you tried to move, tried to fight against whatever it was he’d tied around your wrists, your ankles, writhing on the cold concrete beneath you like a fish caught in a net.

A second pair of eyes came into focus, hazel ones.

Heather.

Her gaze was as hollow and flat as Billy’s as she ripped the tape from your lips.

And too late, far too late, you realized where you’d seen this hollowness, this burning abyss of Evil in their gazes, before.

One year ago, in the hazel eyes of a little boy fighting against the demon who’d nestled in his mind, fingers tapping away instructions in morse code to close the gate and end it.

Something stirred in the shadows.

Something wicked.

Something…huge.

And the scream stuck at the back of your throat never ripped into the stale summer-night air before something pressed over your mouth, freezing darkness forcing its way down your throat, into your body, your mind, talons of black smoke hacking away at your mind, deeper and deeper and deeper as you tried to keep it out, to fight it, your mind scrambling and writhing like a field mouse in the claws of a bird of prey –

And the world faded to black once more as a voice made of a chorus of whispers echoed through your mind.

You belong to us now.

[Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

With the message of Jason and his friends having started hunting for Eddie, you’d refused to leave Eddie alone in the boathouse, but after everything that had happened with poor Max yesterday afternoon, he’d insisted on you joining your friends. And thus, you’d spent the night on the ratty old couch in the Wheeler’s basement, the RT unit cradled to your side in case Eddie needed to call for help.

The few hours of sleep you’d managed to get had been filled with nightmares. Of Jason and his friends finding Eddie. Blood pooling over the rotten floorboards of the boathouse. Fire consuming the tiny old building, the woods, everything, Hawkins and everything you loved devoured by flames.

You’d made Eddie swear not to tell any of the others about what you’d realized, the knowledge that you’d been Vecna’s first victim. Right now, Max needed all of you – and however you’d unconsciously evaded Vecna’s curse, whether it had been Eddie’s mixtape which you still listened to every night or something else – the only thing that counted was that Eddie had found the key to break, or at least pause, the curse.

And while under Vecna’s horrid spell, Max had invaded the monster’s own mind. You’d spent the day planning the further procedure, taking turns in trying to reach the Byers and Mike in California – to no avail. Nancy didn’t let on, but you could tell her already frayed nerves regarding Jonathan and his insistence to spend the spring break in Cali had started to grow into something akin to anger.

All the while Steve hadn’t stopped throwing her glances, which only seemed to evade Nancy’s notice. Even Dustin had started rolling his eyes.

It was late afternoon now when Nancy dropped you and Robin off at the corner of your street.

The police had announced a townhall meeting regarding the murders of Chrissy and Fred, and it made sense for at least one of you to attend to see how far the cops had come on their hunt for Eddie.

You’d volunteered to attend, and Robin had joined you.

The rest of your friends – Steve, Nancy, Lucas, Max and Dustin – would go to Creel House. What for, neither of you knew. It might have been a shot in the dark – but a shot in the dark, as Robin had already stated, was better than not shooting at all considering the stakes.

It had been three days since Chrissy had found her gruesome death, since Eddie had been forced into hiding; two days since Fred Benson’s mutilated, broken body had been found in the middle of the road through the woods to Forest Hills – and one death since Max had barely evaded the same cruel fate. She wouldn’t have, without Eddie’s wit and Lucas’ sharp memory which, you were certain, was rooted in the love he still kept harboring for Max.

“Hey,” Steve said softly as you and Robin climbed out of the Wheeler’s car, “Be careful, okay?”

“You too,” you said darkly. “If anything happens…”

Robin held up the RT unit the two of you would be borrowing from Max for the time being. “We’ll be in contact. Good luck with Vecna.”

When Nancy sped off and the two of you began to walk the remaining steps towards your home, the golden afternoon light of another beautiful spring day casting shadows across the asphalt as the perfume of peonies and roses filled the warm air, Robin finally broke the silence.

“What happened between you and Eddie?”

Her voice was soft, curiosity glittering in her blue eyes as she threw you a sideways glance.

You’d been anticipating this question ever since you’d found Eddie at Reefer Rick’s.

And still, you weren’t ready to answer it. You’d probably never be.

“I mean, yeah, he didn’t cop out when Jason started spreading lies about the two of you,” Robin added when you didn’t reply right away, “He stood up to Jason. Which was, like, super bitchin’. But you can’t tell me that’s all there was to it. I see the way you look at him when you think nobody’s watching. And I see the way he looks at you.”

“He does?”

“Like a puppy who’s been scolded, kicked, and locked outside in the rain. Either that, or it’s just those huge dull doe eyes of his,” Robin teased, giving you a gentle nudge with her shoulder. “But I figured there’s a story. A little bit like whatever’s going on between Nancy and Steve right now.”

“You noticed that, too,” you exclaimed.

“I think whoever didn’t notice by now should get their eyes checked.”

“I don’t think Nancy and Steve noticed, to be honest.”

It was strange yet beautiful to witness, the way Steve still cared for Nancy.

The way Lucas had never stopped loving Max, who – you were certain – still loved him in return.

When you’d walked out of Eddie’s trailer, his life, that freezing November night, you’d known the feelings for him which had taken root in your heart the night he’d saved you in the woods, which had grown and bloomed into a whole garden underneath the sunshine of his gentleness and smiles, the way he’d made you laugh and the way he’d been there, without ever asking anything in return…they would never wilt or die. You’d known that Eddie would always be the one.

Yet still, it scared you, how strong these feelings for him still were. How they’d seemed to grow fiercer these past two days. Eddie Munson had every right and reason to despise you – yet he’d proven that he still cared for you. Maybe it would have been easier, if he’d learned to hate you in the four months which had passed.

“I don’t think he ever stopped loving her,” you said softly.

“He didn’t. He never stopped,” Robin agreed, her voice holding a strange tone as she glanced at you.

“It’s beautiful. To know that even though Evil persists, love will, too.” There was a lump in your throat and a fierce stinging pain in your chest.

“So, will you tell me the story?”

A mirthless huff escaped you. “There’s no story, Robin. We were friends for two months, and then we weren’t.”

I killed whatever it was he’d been feeling for me at the time. And I did it because I was foolish enough to think it could keep him safe.

“Did you sleep with him?”, Robin blurted, and you nearly tripped over your feet.

“Robin!”

“It’s a legit question,” she protested defensively, waving her hand with Max’s RT unit.

“I’d appreciate if you couldn’t yell it across the whole damn neighborhood, though.”

“So, you did?”

“Please, please stop.”

“Just saying, I’m getting vibes between you and Eddie. I’m sensing tension.”

“That’s the imminent death we’re all rushing towards like a speeding truck.”

“Romantic tension,” Robin clarified, adding with a sultry wink, “Sexual tension.”

“WHAT?!”, Dustin’s horrified voice echoed from the RT unit in Robin’s hand, and you let out a horrified gasp.

“Robin! Turn it off!”

“Sorry!”, she exclaimed, fumbling with the button at the device’s side, “So sorry, that was a total accident.”

“Seems like the RT wasn’t the only thing that was turned on,” you could hear Steve’s muffled voice through the static in the background. He sounded decidedly annoyed.

“Oh god,” you groaned, ripping the damn RT unit from Robin’s hand to switch it off as you threw her a death glare. At least she had the sense to wince.

You could only hope that none of the others in the car had heard you and Robin. And that Steve and Dustin had the decency to keep what they’d heard to themselves.

“Sorry.”

“If Eddie heard any of that conversation on his RT, I’m coming for you, Robin,” you announced trough gritted teeth, stabbing the device’s antenna at her, “I’ll smother you in your sleep.”

“Holy shit,” Robin gasped as you reached the driveway to your house, your glare still firmly fixed on your friend.

“Yeah.”

“No,” Robin breathed, all the humor gone from her voice as her eyes widened with shock, and she grabbed your shoulders to turn you around.

To your car, parked at the side of the road in front of the house.

The windshield had been smashed in.

And smeared across the whole driver’s side in deep crimson paint that looked eerily like blood, someone had left a message for you.

SATAN’S SLUT.

A horrified gasp got stuck at the back of your throat as you stepped closer, and your focus caught on the thing dangling from your rearview mirror, your hand trembling as you leaned across the hood to loosen the silken bow-tie with which it was strung up like a macabre present. Nausea churned in your guts as you opened your hand to examine what it was.

Because there in your palm, the thing which had dangled from the rear-view mirror…it was a voodoo doll. It was crudely made, of scraps – but the mess of black wool spilling around its face left no doubt over who it was supposed to be, its black button eyes crisscrossed with angry slashes of red yarn, a familiar red demon’s face like the one on the Hellfire Club’s shirts painted on its chest.

And the thing they’d strung the doll up with, tied around its neck like a hangman’s noose…it was your green silk ribbon. The one Jason had pulled out of your hair the night he’d attacked you in the woods, before Eddie had swept in to save you.

I always thought you looked prettier with your hair down.

The deep, vibrant green had faded in places, the soft silken edges frayed, but you’d have recognized it everywhere. Barb and Nancy had given it to you when you’d joined the cheer squad, as a good luck charm for the first game you were cheering at. You’d always worn it ever since, for every game, until that night.

The night you and Eddie had defied Jason.

Someone had gone back to the clearing to retrieve it, like a sick souvenir.

And scrawled across the shattered windshield in those bright red letters, rivulets of paint having run down the shattered glass and dripped onto the dashboard, was another message.

HUNT THE FREAK.

“Jason,” Robin breathed, but you shook your head.

“No. Jason doesn’t get his hands dirty. That’s the work of his cronies. Andy and Chance and the rest of them.”

Which meant that they knew, or at least suspected, that you knew where Eddie was hiding.

“The message is clear.” Robin sounded as sick as you felt.

“It’s not a message,” you breathed. “It’s a threat.”

Your fingers folded over the little doll in your palm, the soft silk of your hair ribbon, as you turned to face your friend.

“We better get going to be on time for that townhall meeting. And we better make sure that nobody ever follows us out to…to his hiding place. Because if they find him…” You trailed off, bile rising in your throat at the thought of what would happen if Jason and his friends got their hands on Eddie, the memory of the nightmares which had plagued you the whole night, a sickening omen that mustn’t become reality. Eddie’s blood soaking the boathouse’s floorboards. Ravenous flames devouring everything, devouring Eddie; the flames of hatred and fury blazing through Hawkins like a wildfire out of control, out for Eddie’s blood.

Her expression dark, Robin finished your sentence. “They’ll kill him.”

[Monday, October 28th, 1985. THEN.]

“Okay, what about Day Of The Dead?”, Eddie wanted to know.

The two of you were sitting on the top of the picnic table at the clearing, sharing the sandwiches you’d brought to evade the ‘death trap dressed in cheese’ Eddie used to call the lasagna the cafeteria had started to serve on Mondays. My working theory is that they just keep the leftovers of the week before and then use it to stuff the lasagna, Eddie had concluded at one point a few weeks ago, and you’d agreed with him.

The air was cold, but the sunlight shining through the now naked branches of the trees surrounding the clearing was warm on your face.

It had started with a note you’d slipped into Eddie’s locker. Meet me at the clearing for lunch? He had, and spending the Monday and Wednesday lunchbreaks together at the clearing had become an unspoken agreement between the two of you. Eddie, considerate as ever, had been worried about the location, considering Jason’s attack had happened in this exact spot…but it was where you’d first met Eddie as well, where you’d spent countless lunchbreaks in your freshman and sophomore year with Barb and Nance. So many happy memories clung to this place – and you didn’t want to let Jason ruin it with one horrible one.

The woods had become your safe haven; the grey space in between the black-and-white world of Hawkins High that kept you apart to avoid further bullying.

“Wait, or what about The Shining?”, he added as an afterthought, tearing you from your thoughts.

The two of you had been busy discussing the choice for your next movie night for the past ten minutes. Ever since that first study-Saturday when you’d spent seven hours napping in Eddie’s bed while he was playing the guitar for you, the low-budget horror movie you’d watched, had turned into a second Saturday movie night, and a third one, and finally into another unspoken ritual which had turned Saturday into your favorite day of the week.

It wasn’t exactly about the movie you were watching. Most of the time, you were chatting anyway, or laughing about the impressions Eddie did of whatever character was on screen right then.

Saturday would only be the fifth movie night – but it felt like these evenings had been part of your life since forever.

It felt like Eddie had been part of your life since forever.

You scrunched your nose. “What about Sixteen Candles?”

Eddie groaned. “A romance movie?”

“Well, we’ve watched every horror movie Family Video has to offer.”

“We’ve watched three horror movies,” Eddie deadpanned. “I’m sure your friend Harrington will be able to find some more. Else, he’s not exactly qualified for the job.”

You snickered. “Are you planning to demand to talk to a manager?”

“Nah, I’m not a snitch. I might hire someone to demand to talk to a manager, though,” Eddie grinned mischievously, squinting against the sunlight.

“We need to start later, though, this Saturday,” you said slowly. “It’s a game day. I’ll be cheering until…”, you did the math in your head, “Nine pm. Roughly.”

“Can I ask you something?” It sounded strangely hesitant.

“Sure.” You closed your eyes, angling your face for the sunlight to caress your cheeks as you nodded, waiting for Eddie to go on.

“You barely talk about cheerleading. And every time you do, you sound…not exactly happy. I was wondering…shouldn’t something you do in your free time be more fun?”

“Are you worried about my forced conformity?”, you asked playfully, but when your eyes flew open to meet his gaze, there was curiosity shining in Eddie’s eyes, and underneath, a dim shadow of concern.

It was astounding, how someone who’d only known you only for two months, could read you as well as an open book.

“I’m not going to lie,” you began softly, hands fiddling with the buttons of your coat just to have something to do, “You know, when I joined the cheer squad back in sophomore year, I did it because I thought it’d keep me safe from bullies. I…middle school wasn’t…a good place for me.”

It had been Hell. You fought down the memories, focusing on Eddie’s face as he waited for you to go on.

“I didn’t know that,” Eddie said quietly.

“I never said anything. I was too scared to make it worse.”

“What did they do?”, Eddie asked softly.

Your gaze fixed on a blackbird scouring the dread, fallen leaves on the ground for food, you said, “I guess it wasn’t anything special. They did what all bullies do. Under the lead of Stacy Campbell.”

“Wait…” Eddie began cautiously, “Wasn’t she…?”

“One of the people who died in the fire at Starcourt. Yes.” The blackbird ruffled its wings, sunlight tinting its feathers a beautiful shade of midnight-blue as you took a pause to grasp your next words. “They called me names, smeared bubble gum in my hair, said horrible things, threatened me. Mean notes during class when teachers weren’t looking. Sometimes she would sic some of the bigger guys in our class on me to hit me so I wouldn’t take the same way home as her. She lived in my neighborhood.”

There were other memories fighting themselves to the surface of your memories, like zombies rising from their graves. Stacy’s laugh as she’d shoved you into that supply cabinet, the door falling shut. The blinding pain and the tears as your hand shot out to hold the door open, fingers getting caught between the door and the frame as Stacy had locked it anyway. The darkness, your screams, fist pounding against the wood as you begged for them to let you out.

If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Do you hear me? I’ll kill you.

The friendly face of the old janitor who’d found you in his broom closet three hours later, cowering in the dark, knees hugged to your chest. Sacred and helpless. So utterly fucking powerless.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, fought the zombies back into their graves where they belonged, where they could rot six feet under. “There wasn’t anything special they focused on, really,” you went on, “I guess they picked me because I never fought back. I always thought if I just sat it out, it would…”

“Pass,” Eddie said quietly.

“Yeah.”

“And did it? Pass?”

You threw him a soft glance. “Did it pass for you?”

He thought about that for a moment. “It did, in a way. I mean, I’ve been different ever since I can remember. And at some point in middle school, I realized that the situation wouldn’t change. I was branded a freak, and I was a freak. I am a freak. It was either changing myself to be normal, or to change my attitude. And since I was too stubborn to give up my whole damn self, I opted for the latter. I started wearing the freakiness like a shield in battle.”

“And you still believe you’re not brave,” you smiled.

“That wasn’t bravery. That was just good ol’ stubbornness.”

“Well, I picked number one, in a way. I changed part of myself, if you will.” You scoffed. “The irony of joining the cheer squad to avoid being bullied only to end up being bullied anyway isn’t lost on me, by the way,” you claimed with a mirthless little laugh, before you added, “But I actually fell in love with cheerleading.” You smiled, tilting you head as you watched the blackbird spread its wings and flutter into the air. “There’s just something about the atmosphere, the tension before a game. When everyone is thrilled and exited and ready, and everything can happen. I imagine it’s not so different from D&D, in that regard.”

“Well, I rectify that it’s the players I hate about the basketball sports, and not the game in itself,” Eddie snickered. “Apart from the fact that the thought of spending your time throwing balls through laundry baskets seems damned dreary.”

“Lucas Sinclair is a basketball player.”

“He’s never played a single game,” Eddie stated, “He’s a basketball benchwarmer, to this point. Though Sinclair is different. He’s one of us, not…”

“Not one of them?”

“Yeah. Sounds stupid, saying it out loud.”

“I get what you’re trying to say. But…I’m one of them, too.”

“Are you, though?”, Eddie grinned. “As far as I can tell, you’re hanging out with a freak right now. Maybe that makes you a freak, too.”

“That wouldn’t be bad thing,” you said softly, mirroring Eddie’s grin before averting your gaze again. “I fell in love with the dancing. But since that day in the woods, with Jason…I feel this…rage. Because I don’t want to cheer for him. I don’t want anyone to cheer for him. I want people to see how ugly he is inside, and the fact that none of them ever will see beneath the mask of guys like Jason makes me want to scream and cry and throw up all at the same time. I don’t want to cheer for him, but…”

“But leaving the cheer squad would mean he won.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “And I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of me giving up something I love. To stay means that I’m still in control. It means I wont back down. And I hope that, whenever he sees me cheering beside Chrissy, who actually has no clue what type of guy her boyfriend is, there might be a tiny part of him afraid because I know who he truly is. If there’s one thing that scares guys like Jason, it’s the prospect of someone actually seeing past the polished, self-righteous façade.”

“There’s no shame in running, though,” Eddie said softly. “You know that, right? I’m not brave. I’m not half as brave as you. I don’t stay when it’s easier to run, and I’m sure as hell not one to fight, but you know that leaving the cheer squad wouldn’t be defeat if it brought you the peace of not having to cheer for that prick.”

You bit your lip, before echoing Eddie’s words, “It’s not bravery. It’s stubbornness. There’s a difference.”

“Wise words,” Eddie drawled. “Where did you hear them?”

You chuckled. “Some dude.”

For a moment, Eddie just looked at you, expression unreadable – before, with a swift motion, he pierced an invisible dagger through his heart, letting himself fall off the picnic table and into the pile of fallen leaves on the ground, your incredulous laughter ringing out over the clearing.

“Some dude!”, Eddie echoed, splaying his limbs on the ground like a starfish, “SOME DUDE!”

“You should have joined the theatre club!”, you exclaimed on a laugh.

“What does a dude have to do to switch the title dude for friend?”, Eddie asked, sitting up, dried leaves falling from his curls all around him as he combed a ringed hand through the strands to shake them out, “Murder? A blood pact? A holy oath?!”

“A holy oath sounds quite fitting to earn that title,” you teased, and Eddie sunk to his knees in front of you, head raised to glance up at you as he placed a hand over his heart. For some reason, the sight made a swarm of butterflies take flight in your belly.

“I solemnly swear – what do I swear?”

“It’s your oath!”, you laughed, “Earn that title, Munson.”

“I swear to follow you into Mordor when the Shire is burning,” Eddie announced, his grin wide and tone solemn.

“I don’t know even know what that means!”

“Because you still didn’t read the goddamn Lord Of The Rings! One day I’ll just read it to you.”

That didn’t sound bad at all. You loved Eddie’s voice. You loved its timbre, the way he used to draw out and drawl random words to give his sentences a lilting melody. You could have listened to him for hours.

Eddie’s expression grew stern again, a sudden fierceness flashing in his dark doe eyes as he said, “This is gonna sound fucking dumb but not once did I ever think that somebody would join the cheerleaders just because they loved dancing.”

“Well, probably because you can’t exactly dance to Heavy Metal,” you taunted playfully.

“Ha! That’s a lie. You can dance to everything.”

“No way. I’m listening to that mixtape every night to fall asleep and there’s not one single tune on it which would even remotely classify as dance-able.”

“Then you’re doing it wrong,” Eddie protested playfully, “Every song is dance-able if you’re committed enough.”

“I’m a cheerleader”, you protested, “I am committed. And I will go down with this: Heavy Metal is not dance-able.”

“Fine. Let’s make a bet,” Eddie drawled, rising back to his feet, “If I prove to you that you can dance perfectly fine to a random Metal song, I get to pick the movie for Saturday. If you’re right, you get to pick the movie.”

“One movie? I want five.”

“Three.”

“Aw, scared I’m gonna win and make you watch all the romantic movies you so fiercely denied me?”

“Um, yes,” Eddie nodded, “Hella scared. Do you we have a deal?”

“It would be the first deal ever since you talked me out of buying your drugs,” you winked, before you added, “Deal. Three movies. Bring it on, Munson.”

“Ah, that victorious little grin will vanish in a second, monster slayer,” Eddie grinned as he pulled his Walkman out of his lunchbox.

Holding up the headphones, he sunk into a theatric little bow as he asked, “May I, fair lady?”

“You may,” you replied with a barely suppressed grin as you hopped down from the tabletop, watching as Eddie stepped closer, gesturing for you to clip the Walkman to your jeans before slowly raising the headphones. His dark eyes rested intently on yours as he left it for you to take them or let him place them for you. You opted for the latter, giving him a smile as you inclined your head in a silent permission.

Gently, his eyes never leaving yours, Eddie placed the headphones over your ears, careful not to tug at your hair in the process, and your heart did a weird little flutter in your chest, sparks erupting beneath your ribs like sparklers on New Year’s Eve at the strange intimacy of the gesture.

Was it the gesture itself, you wondered – or was it simply the fact that it was Eddie who was placing the headphones over your ears, this tenderness in his eyes as he watched you, the way the heel of his right hand briefly, as fleeting as a spring breeze, brushed your cheek?

As if caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing, though, Eddie pulled his hands away, ripping you out of your thoughts, and with heat flaring in your cheeks, you reached down to press play on his Walkman.

The first notes of the song floated through the headphones – the tinkling of a guitar, surprisingly soft for a metal song, and his smile growing playful once more, Eddie held out his hands for you as he asked, “Care to dance, monster slayer?”

*Woke up to the sound of pouring rain The wind would whisper and I'd think of you, a voice began to sing as you placed your hands in Eddie’s – and a jolt of electricity zapped through you at the touch, your heartbeat accelerating as he slowly pulled you a little closer.

Close enough to catch a whiff of his scent on the autumn breeze brushing over the clearing, playing with Eddie’s dark curls, the sunlight painting brushstrokes of light brown into the strands and making patterns of shadows dance over his face.

“And all the tears you cried – they called my name And when you needed me I came through”

Eddie led you into a slow dance, your hands resting in his, heartbeat pounding its own rhythm in your ears alongside the tune floating through the headphones.

It was a beautiful song. It was happy and heartbreaking, cheerful and haunting all at the same time.

Paint a picture of the days gone by When love went blind and you would make me see I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes

Eddie’s eyes were sparkling in the pattern of sunlight falling through the foliage above, making the umber of his irises shimmer in hues of maple syrup when the light hit them, and the flash of his smile as he glanced at you was as radiant as the autumn sun overhead, like sunrays on your heart.

So that I knew that you were there for me Time after time you were there for me

A soft giggle escaped you as, with the bravado of a dancer in a Victorian ballroom, Eddie led you into a twirl.

Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand Love letters in the sands - I remember you

“You tricked me!”, you exclaimed on a soft laugh, “That’s not Heavy Metal!”

“It’s Skid Row. It’s definitely Metal,” Eddie grinned, before he started to sing along – how he did it, you had no clue since you were the one wearing the headphones.

“And through the sleepless nights, through every endless day,” his dark voice drawled, running over your senses like syrup, so beautifully dark as he hummed along, “I wanna hear you say, "I remember you."”

“How are you doing this?”, you marveled, and for a moment, Eddie actually looked confused.

“Do what?”

“Sing along, perfectly in tune. You don’t even hear the song.”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I know it by heart. I hear it in my mind.”

We've had our share of hard times But that's the price we paid

He gently led you into another twirl, this one a little bolder – and you briefly lost your footing, stumbling against Eddie’s chest when you came out of the twirl, his free hand shooting out to grasp your elbow in an attempt to steady you as you laughed.

“Sorry!”, he said softly – and something in his eyes changed at the sudden closeness, a shift you could feel resonating within your own chest.

And through it all we kept the promise that we made I swear you'll never be lonely

For a heartbeat, you watched each other, closer than ever before, one of your hands resting in Eddie’s and his other still gently clasping your elbow, that strange new expression in his dark eyes as they briefly, for a moment so fleeting that you thought you’d imagined it, flitted down to your lips.

Through the sleepless nights, through every endless day I wanna hear you say, "I remember you."

There was a pull, like a tug towards him, two magnets drawn to each other as you leaned closer, closer towards Eddie, following this strange gravity, closer until the tip of his nose was nearly brushing yours and the faintest whiff of his scent of leather and cigarettes and chocolate caressed your senses alongside the autumn breeze on your cheeks, your heart stopping and time freezing like that moment on a roller coaster, when the cart had reached the highest point and you were waiting for the drop, the thrill tickling your stomach and your heart racing as Eddie leaned closer –

Something hit him in the face, making him stumble a step back and letting go of you as he started laughing, brushing the maple leaf away that the autumn wind had blown against his cheek.

And with your heart stumbling and your mind spinning like a carousel on a Carnival, you joined in the laughter, realizing only now that the next song had already started playing.

And that you’d completely forgotten the time.

It was a curious thing, how time warped whenever you were with Eddie; slowing down and speeding up all at the same time when you wanted nothing but to freeze it, to put the seconds into polaroids so you’d never forget a single one of them.

“Oh god, we need to go back,” you exclaimed as you took off the headphones, extending the Walkman for Eddie, whose cheeks held a dusting of pink – but that might as well have simply been a trick of the sunlight filtering through the crimson leaves above – as he took the device.

“I gotta wait a few minutes longer,” Eddie winced, “Drug deal.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “So…see you Saturday.”

“See you Saturday,” he echoed, looking as flustered as you felt. You’d already turned to dart away as Eddie’s triumphant shout rang out from behind, “By the way, I won! I get to pick the next three movies!”

“That wasn’t real heavy metal!”, you laughed.

But your mind wasn’t on the movies. It was replaying that moment in your mind, over and over again. Of Eddie, his lips mere inches from yours. His eyes, flitting down to your lips for the glimpse of a second.

Of what might have happened between the two of you, had it not been for that single maple leaf carried by the wind.

And the realization that you wanted nothing more than turn back the time for a few minutes, catch that leaf, crumple it in your hands…and kiss him.

[Tuesday, July 2nd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

You woke on the ground of the old steel mill, beneath the light of the summer night’s stars twinkling down through the cracked, dirt-caked overhead lights. Heather and Billy were gone, leaving you alone.

But no. You weren’t alone.

It talked to you.

The voice in your mind that wasn’t one but millions whispered to you. Horrible things. Commands.

You rolled to your side, hands splayed on the dirty concrete, eyes fixed on the weeds sprouting from the cracks on the ground as nature reclaimed the corpse of the abandoned steel mill, pushing yourself up –

Even in the pale light of the stars, you could see them. Veins, an abysmal black like that thing in your head, creeping over the back of your hands, spreading up your arms, up, up, up. Over your body, writhing underneath your skin.

And finally, the scream which had been locked at the back of your throat ripped free.

But you knew what came next.

You knew what it had made Will Byers do.

And you needed to make sure to stay away; far, far way, where you couldn’t harm your friends.

You didn’t have much time to lock your body up, before the Mind Flayer could do the same with your mind.

Before it would make you dance on its strings.

[Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

When you and Robin reached the townhall, the sun was already sinking below the horizon, painting brushstrokes of deep crimson across the heavens. It looked like the sky was on fire. It looked like the sky was bleeding.

Through the broken windshield of your car, you could see that the parking lot was already packed, the last few people climbing up the stairs towards the entrance as you parked the car at the side of the road.

There had been no time to scrub off the paint.

It didn’t matter, anyway. You didn’t care anymore what anyone would think about you. If they wanted to think you were in league with the devil, you wouldn’t change their minds. All you cared about was to keep Eddie safe until you’d all found a way to clear his name.

And if not…you didn’t want to think about it.

About the blood and the flames in your dream which felt like an omen rather than a nightmare now.

The sense of doom in your chest intensified with the chorus of angry voices rising through the closed wooden double doors of the assembly room when Robin and you marched through the foyer.

The assembly had already started. Crowded as it was, the room was even more claustrophobic, with its low ceiling and pale artificial lights even more glum than when you’d been here last time, three years ago. When Will and Barb had gone missing.

Nobody paid the two of you any heed as you snuck through the doors and took two of the few still vacant seats in the last row at the back of the crowded, stuffy room just as Chief Powell declared from his place on the podium, “…to impose a curfew of eight pm, effective as of now.”

An angry murmur travelled through the assembled crowd.

“Hide from him?”

“A curfew?!”

Letting your gaze roam over the rows, your gaze briefly locked on the throng of Jason and his basketball friends occupying one of the front rows, their green letterman jackets sticking out of the crowd. For the first time, Jason’s presence actually made you feel overpowering relief – because if he and his cronies were here, they hadn’t found Eddie yet.

“We’re already hiding!”

“Why haven’t you caught him yet? Out children are in danger!”, an angry female voice rose from the front row under nods of assent, and on the podium, Powell and Callahan threw each other a worried glance.

“We are doing everything in our power to find him,” Chief Powell tried to soothe.

“This town has turned into a goddamn tinderbox,” Robin whispered.

She was right. These people were scared. They wanted an easy explanation, because easy explanations bore easy solutions which would bring back normality. They wouldn’t be calmed by rational arguments, because they didn’t care about rationality. They wanted this nightmare to be over.

Hawkins had turned into a powder keg.

A single spark…and everything would go up in flames.

The chorus of angry murmurs and in-between-shouts rose as Chief Powell added, “In the meantime, as we said – the curfew will be enforced for your own safety until we get a hold of Eddie Munson –“

“We want that psycho freak gone!”, someone in the crowd hissed.

“We should say something,” you breathed, but Robin’s hand shot out to keep you in your seat as she hissed, “And what? They won’t listen. They’re not interested in the truth.”

“I can’t keep sitting here, letting them say all these things – “

You cut yourself off at a flash of green in the front, and your heart plummeted to the floor as Jason Carver rose from his seat.

“No. We have waited long enough,” Jason exclaimed, his voice laced with barely contained rage.

No. No, no –

“Fuck,” you heard Robin mutter under her breath.

“Jason,” Chief Powell began, “Why don’t we talk about this in private –“

“Why? So you can keep me quiet? So you can keep the truth from coming out? I don’t want to listen to any more lies and excuses!”

“That’s enough.”

“I agree, that’s enough!”, Jason called out, and agreeing shouts rose in the crowd. “I think we’ve all had enough!”

And the assembly hall erupted in applause as Jason strode towards the microphone in front of the podium while your blood froze in your veins with fear, with rage, with hatred.

“These murders,” Jason began, “These murders weren’t simply murders. They’re ritualistic sacrifices.” He paused, his steely eyes scanning the crowd as he let his words sink in, fuel to the fire of their fear. “Have you not wondered about all the strange things happening in our midst? The deaths, the fire at the mall? Have you never asked yourself whether this town is cursed? It is. It is cursed. There is evil in our midst. Evil growing in our beautiful town.”

With a meaningful pause, Jason pulled something out of the back pocket of his jeans, the rustle of paper carried through the room by the microphone clutched in his hands as he unfolded it, before he held up the printout.

Even from the back of the room, you recognized the picture.

It was the yearbook photo of the Hellfire Club.

As if on cue, Jason’s friends rose from their seats, stacks of more printouts in their hands and stern expressions on their faces that barely concealed the self-righteous gleam in their eyes as they started distributing them.

“They call themselves the Hellfire Club,” Jason announced, his own expression a mix of graveness and something else, something you couldn’t quite decipher from your spot. “And their leader, the puppet master behind all of these things…it’s Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson killed Chrissy. And he killed Fred. And if we don’t stop him, he’ll kill again!”

“That’s bullshit!” Erica Sinclair shouted, jumping up from her chair, her mother already reaching out to pull her down again, “Hellfire isn’t a cult! It’s a club for nerds!”

“A club! That’s what they want you to think – but it’s a lie!”, Jason shouted. “A lie to conceal the truth! This club – they’re protecting Eddie, allowing him to continue his rampage.”

The stack of printouts had reached you and Robin, the black letters WANTED scrawled across the top with black sharpie glaring back at you from across the photo.

Of Eddie, his grin frozen in black-and-white, still radiant in the achromatic blur of the printout as his hands formed devil’s horns over his head to match the demon’s grimace on his Hellfire shirt.

Jason’s voice calmed, the shout morphing into a slow, strained tone as he said, “Last night…I became overwhelmed with a sense of hopelessness. But then, I remembered. I remembered Romans 12:21: Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”

The silence which had fallen over the room, sinking in the air as all eyes were fixed on Jason, all the attention zoning in on his words, was even more sickening than the words, the lies, he was spinning.

Lies, you realized, which Jason had started to believe himself.

“Eddie Munson,” he said slowly, his eyes roaming the enraptured crowd, drawing out the words to make them sink deep, “Is a monster. And monsters need to be defeated. They need to be slain!”

You waited for Chief Powell to intervene, to stop Jason, stop him from building his lynch mob, but the assembled officers just watched, confused and rattled and powerless.

And something inside of you, something buried deep in your heart ever since that night in the woods, ever since Jason had pulled that green silk ribbon out of your hair and forced his lips on yours, his hands beneath your skirt before Eddie had ripped him away from you…it snapped.

In this daze of blinding, white-hot fury, your feet carried you to the front of the room, approaching slowly, your chin raised and eyes levelled at him with defiance, rage overpowering that sickening feeling you felt in your chest whenever your eyes locked with Jason’s because this time, you wouldn’t let him get away with his lies.

Not this time. Not today.

And for a split second as his eyes met yours, there was a spark of something in Jason’s steel-blue ones, flashing beneath the self-righteous fury.

Fear.

“Lies?” you echoed his words, and the room fell quiet at the dangerous calmness in your raised tone, the ice in your demeanor as you came to stand in front of Jason. “Lies, to conceal the truth? That sounds awfully familiar, Jason.”

The ice in your veins had turned to fire blazing through your veins, scalding flames filling you when you turned to face the crowd.

And you finally dared to raise your voice.

Not for you, but for Eddie. For the gentle, kind-hearted, dorky young man with the beautiful doe eyes and the sunshine smiles. The person who, with his kindness and his heart of gold, his quirky humor and gentleness, had caught you when you’d been teetering on the edge of an abyss you’d never have been able to climb out of on your own. For Eddie, who’d jumped on that damn cafeteria table to face Jason for you when you hadn’t found the courage to do so yourself.

For Eddie, the boy who’d left his handprint on your heart and his kiss on your lips, the boy you still loved more than anything else.

“Do you want to know the truth about our golden boy Jason Carver?”, you spoke up, and your gaze met Robin’s. Erica’s. Karen Wheeler’s. They would believe you. Three people in this room, at least, would believe you. You swallowed. “Last year, on a night in September, Jason Carver followed me out into the woods after a basketball game. He attacked me. And he would have hurt me, hadn’t it been for Eddie Munson.”

Whispers rose as you let your words sink in, the gravity of them, before you went on, “I know you are angry. I know you are scared, terrified. But what’s happening in this town – it’s not Eddie. Eddie Munson is not a monster. He’s innocent.”

“That boy is good for nothing!”, someone shouted.

“He’s selling drugs! Hard drugs!”

“Yeah?” That was Erica, jumping to her feet again before Mrs. Sinclair could grab her, hands curled to fists at her sides. “How do you know Eddie’s been selling these drugs, Mr. Fletcher?”

There were a few snickers as Mrs. Sinclair managed to pull Erica back down to her chair again.

Before you could go on, Jason was at your side, the microphone in one hand, the other settling on your shoulder before you shook it off, shied away from his touch as he said, his tone dripping with this horrid, false compassion that made your stomach twist, “I didn’t want to do this. But I see that my silence has done nothing but harm. That maybe, if I had spoken up about what Eddie Munson has done, even before he lured poor Chrissy to his home to kill her…I could have prevented it. But Chrissy is not the first girl falling victim to his evil. Last year…it is true. I followed her into the woods,” Jason gestured at you, pausing, before he said, “It was after one of our games. She looked terrible. She was scared, she looked sick. Terrified of something, when she ran into the darkness. I wanted to make sure she was okay, that she was safe alone out there. You all know the story. You all know what happened next.”

A few of the other students in the crowd nodded their heads, leering grins, disgusted smirks, dirty stares leveling at you like arrows as some of them started to snicker.

This couldn’t be happening.

Your gaze met Robin’s, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief at the scene, both of you frozen in your places as Jason went on, “That is why I followed her. And I caught her with that freak.”

Disgusted whispers floated through the air, giggles and snickers.

“It was a…compromising position. And Eddie Munson…he snapped. He punched me, and he threatened to sacrifice me to Satan.”

“He’s lying!”, you called out, rallying all your willpower to keep the despair from your voice, the tears from your eyes, steel yourself. But you could tell people didn’t care. You could tell they wouldn’t believe you, just like you’d thought. Like you’d known, even back in September.

The last sliver of hope you’d been clinging to was snuffed out as, with a tremble in his voice, Jason exclaimed, “He has twisted her mind with the sick things he was making her do with him. Unspeakable things. Just like he did with poor, sweet, innocent Chrissy.”

“Don’t you see that he’s lying?! Eddie never harmed me! Eddie never laid a hand on anyone! It was Jason –“

“Why didn’t you go to the police station to report the alleged crime you say Jason wanted to commit?”, Chief Powell asked quietly.

“Would you have believed me?”, you spat. “It was Jason Carver’s word against mine. Who would you have believed, Chief? Hawkins’ golden boy and basketball star – or a cheerleader and a freak?”

“I believe you!”, Erica hollered, rising back to her feet with fire in her eyes, as Robin rose from her own seat. “And I!”

Ignoring their shouts, drowned out by the rising noise in the room, Jason turned to face you.

“I am sorry,” he said, voice booming through his microphone, and for a confused moment, you thought he was confessing what he’d done, what he’d tried to do – but the plea in his voice didn’t reach his eyes.

They were hard and frozen like shards of glass, glinting with hatred as you refused to avert your gaze, refused to back down and give in to the nausea, the sickening memories of his lips pressed against yours to silence your screams for help, his hands on your body, his weight pinning you in place.

But there were other memories rising to combat them.

Of Eddie, his lips brushing yours in a kiss so gentle and sweet, his fingertips caressing your skin, the tenderness and warmth shining in his eyes as he looked at you, watched you to make sure you were okay; his umber eyes so warm and soft, so different from the sharp ice of Jason’s.

“I’m sorry,” Jason repeated, “I might have been able to help you. I might have been able to help Chrissy, had I known back then.”

And when his words filled the air, you finally realized what it was, glittering in his eyes.

Madness.

Because in the twisted narrative Jason had built for himself, he was the hero. He was the chosen one to slay the monster and save Hawkins.

And he’d started to believe his own lies.

Bile rose in your throat, acidic and bitter as Jason whirled around to face the crowd once more.

“And I say: We’ve waited long enough! If the police can’t do it, we can. Together. Rid our beautiful town of Evil. And hunt the monster hiding in our midst!”

There was a beat of silence. A silence so all-encompassing that you could have heard a pin drop at the back of the room.

A second ticked by, two, three.

And the room erupted in rage-filled cheers.

[Wednesday, July 3rd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

You screamed. You thrashed. No matter the agony of these talons of black mist hacking away at you caused, dissecting your thoughts, your very essence, piercing your mind like the needles of a lepidopterologist the fragile wings of a butterfly.

Fight. You needed to fight.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry for help and scream with this blinding anguish of the thing which had taken home in your head, poisoning your thoughts, guiding your muscles.

Cowering at the floor of the Community pool’s supply room, hiding away from the scalding light of the sun, locked and muted in your own mind, there was nobody who would have heard your screams, even if the Mind Flayer had allowed for them to escape.

But your strength, the thing which had kept you fighting the shadow in your mind through the whole night, was fading, dying like the flame of a candle in a storm, a last remaining spark clinging to its wick as the monster scoured your memories.

The worst of them.

One by one, examining them like the tapes in a video store.

And finally, it found one.

[Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

Frozen in place, you watched them leave. The families of Hawkins, the neighbors and strangers alike had turned into an angry mob, out for blood, guided by Jason’s madness, his elaborate words like the tune of the Pied Piper’s flute luring an army of rats. Another hivemind.

They weren’t interested in the truth.

They were interested in vengeance, in someone to blame, a scapegoat to slaughter to create the illusion that Evil had been defeated by Good.

They wanted the killer to be Eddie. Because he was different. Because he was a freak.

It was as simple as that.

There, elbowing her way against the stream of people filing out of the townhall in the middle of the assembly, was Robin, your friend’s blue eyes a tether to keep the overpowering panic clawing at you at bay for now.

“You faced him,” Robin whispered as she reached you, pulling you into an embrace.

“We don’t have time for that,” you breathed. “We need to get to Eddie before they do. We need to bring him out of this Hellhole town, and we need to do it now. You need to get the others, Robin. Grab the RT, and alert the others. Do you hear me?”

“What about you?”

“I’ll go to the boathouse. I’ll tell him what happened and we’ll all meet up there, okay?”

I need to see him. I need to go to him.

Robin understood. You could see it in her stern expression as she pulled away from the hug.

“I’ll meet you there.” She squeezed your hand. “We’ll get him out of this mess. It’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay.”

You both knew it was a lie.

[Wednesday, July 3rd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

You couldn’t remember how she got here.

How you got here.

But you knew the girl writhing on the ground, struggling against the jump ropes binding her wrists and ankles. The duct tape over her mouth was muting her cries for help as you watched her try to struggle free of her restraints, the wheat blond color of her hair dulled by the dirt on the old steel mill’s floor, sticky with the blood running from a cut on her temple.

There was a vague memory, blurred by freezing black smoke. Of a fist, veins writhing beneath the skin like creepers, landing a punch.

And finally, the girl’s head whipped around. Her panicked, bloodshot eyes met yours, recognition flashing in her gaze beneath the tears rushing down her cheeks.

“Do you remember me?”, you asked quietly.

Of course she did.

How could she not? She’d worked so hard to make these three years of middle school living Hell for you.

“Because I remember you, Stacy,” you said.

Every little cruelty.

Every hissed word.

Every pinch and bruise and scratch you’d hidden from the teachers, home, because if they found out… If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Do you hear me? I’ll kill you.

The thing poisoning your mind made sure you did remember.

The freezing talons in your mind dug deeper, replaying the memories, over and over again like a broken slide show. Every second of pain and shame and humiliation and fear.

All the ways this girl on the ground had terrorized you, had terrorized others.

You tried to fight the memories, fight the thing freezing your muscles in place, commanding your limbs, sending agony through your veins – but it was stronger. So, so much stronger. And you were so incredibly tired of fighting.

You’d only wanted her to stop.

To leave you alone. Leave you be.

The shadow showed it to you again, locking you up in the memory just like she had locked you up in the dark.

Your screams as the door to the supply closet was slammed shut. The sound of the lock snapping drowned out by your sobs as you pleaded them to let you out, the gleeful laughter of Stacy and her friends, the pain in your hand because your fingers had gotten caught in the doorframe as you’d tried to stop them.

The powerlessness.

The fear you’d felt that day, in these hours, and the all-consuming rage afterwards.

That very same rage blazing through you right now, a wildfire that couldn’t be contained any longer, unleashed by this ancient evil thing in your head.

“This is what you wanted”, the chorus of voices that was one whispered.

Purred.

No. No, no, no. That’s not what I wanted. That’s not what I am.

“I made you a gift.”

I didn’t want to do it. You made me do it. You made me do it –

The shadow in your mind made you kneel next to her, made your eyes hold hers, take in the tears on her face as it guided your fingers to rip away the duct tape, releasing her whimpered pleas into the stale air.

I’m sorry, you wanted to tell her.

“Liar”, the shadow whispered.

I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to do any of this.

“I see your heart, little liar. I see everything you’re hiding from the world. From yourself. We are alike. We are so much more alike than you think.”

Something moved in the darkness, the space the pale moonlight seeping through the cracked window pane didn’t reach.

Moved towards the spot where it made you kneel beside Stacy.

“Hold very still,” it commanded with your voice. “It will be over soon.”

The thing in the shadows stalked closer.

And it made you watch as it got Stacy, her screams of terror muted as the black smoke forced itself into her mind.

And deep down, beneath your terror…you knew the Mind Flayer was right.

There, in the crevices, in the deepest, darkest corners of your heart…was a part that felt a glimmer of satisfaction when the monster got her. Locked her up in the dark, muted and helpless and sobbing, just as she’d done with you.

Broke her mind like she’d broken a tiny part of yourself that day.

And this part, this tiny little piece feeling glee as it watched…that belonged to you, not the monster. All you.

Even if the Mind Flayer left, even if your friends would be able to save you…there was a part of you, deep down, that was just as rotten and horrid as this evil thing. And that part…it could never be burned out of you.

And that was the most horrifying thing of it all.

[Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

You counted the seconds ticking by, bleeding into minutes, simply to have something to do as you cowered in the bathroom stall, waiting for the angry crowd to file out of the building and the parking lot to make sure nobody would follow you to the boathouse.

Blood was rushing in your ears, adrenaline accelerating your heartbeat to a painful wild thumping as you battled the nausea in your guts, the flood of images your racing mind was conjuring – one more gruesome than the next, all the horrible possibilities of what would happen if they ever found Eddie.

If Jason found Eddie.

When the last voices and footsteps in the foyer beyond the bathroom door had faded, and the eerie silence of a graveyard had settled over the place, you dared to let out a trembling exhale and pushed yourself to your feet.

It felt like sleepwalking.

Out of the bathroom, through the townhall’s foyer, into the twilight of the parking lot, illuminated by the last dying rays of sunlight and the orange glow of the street light which had flared to life.

There weren’t many cars left in the dimply lit space, but as you were about to dart around a lonely parked Range Rover, voices were cutting through the early night.

Familiar voices.

Jason’s voice.

“…list of all places where he could possibly be hiding.”

You hunched down behind the car’s driver’s side, huddling against the cool metal as you squeezed your eyes shut to combat the fresh wave of panic as, above the roar of blood in your ears, you listened.

“What are we gonna do when we found him?” That was Patrick McKinney.

“Talk to him,” another voice, Chase or Andy or one of Jason’s other henchmen crooned. “We just want to know what he did to Chrissy.”

You didn’t need to see their faces – you could feel their self-righteousness, the malicious smirks on their lips. The thrill of the hunt sparking in their eyes, like a pack of wolves chasing a deer.

“Got a lot of stuff with you to ask the freak a few questions,” one of them quipped, and snickers rose into the night, lacing with the all-too-familiar clattering sounds of iron and wood.

Gathering all your courage, you straightened a little, just enough to throw a glimpse across the range rover’s hood to where Jason and his mates had gathered around Jason’s own car, the trunk wide open to reveal an assortment of baseball bats and crowbars that made bile rise in your throat as you sunk back down, hands splayed on the asphalt to tether you as one of them said, “Can I see that list?”

“Not much on it yet. Why, you got something to share with the group?”, Jason questioned.

There was a beat of silence before the second voice said, “I think he’s hiding at Reefer Rick’s.”

Your heart froze in your chest.

No.

No, no, no, no –

“Reefer Rick’s?”, Jason inquired.

“2121 Holland Road. He’s Eddie’s supplier. He’s in jail but some of the old drunks always hanging around the lake insist he’s back home and now my parents are totally freaking out.”

“So, we’ll add it to the list?”

“No,” Jason said slowly. There was grim determination in his voice. “We’re heading there right now. Let’s go and hunt ourselves a freak.”

Their hoots and cheers at Jason’s words rose into the darkness, like the chanting of a crowd during a game of basketball.

They would kill him. They would kill Eddie.

You wouldn’t let that happen.

Eddie was still at the boathouse, not knowing that Jason had found him, waiting because you’d told him you’d come to him with new food supplies after the townhall meeting so when he would hear the car, he wouldn’t run. He’d open that fucking door and let Jason in because he’d think it was you.

You needed to warn Eddie, let them know they’d found him – but realization sunk in that there was no way because…you’d handed Robin your RT.

Your car. You needed to get to your car. To somehow make your way past Jason and his cheering friends without them noticing, to somehow get to the boathouse before they did, with their bats and crowbars and the violence in their twisted minds and the hatred they’d been harboring for Eddie and people like him long before anything had happened to Chrissy.

Panic dazing your mind, adrenaline barreling through your blood, you scooted backwards, away from the range rover and the voices as your mind was racing with despair, trying to find a way past.

Breath bated, you tiptoed backwards, step after careful step – and bumped into something.

Someone.

Whirling around, you came face to face with Andy Warren. Jason’s right hand.

The smile he gave you beneath the shadow his baseball cap threw across his face was wicked as his hands gripped your arms, ripping you up to your feet.

No.

No –

You struggled, writhed in his grip, but Andy was stronger, his fingers digging into your skin as he dragged you out of your hiding place and towards the others, towards Jason.

“Jason,” Andy called out with a drawl, and Jason’s head whipped around, cold eyes gleaming as they locked on yours.

“Look what the tide brought in. Looks like we caught the freak’s little slut.”

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | So, in the next chapter, you’ll finally learn what happened that November Night. I can’t wait for you to read it. I’m impossibly sad that this has turned into a fix-it fic, but as I promised: I’ll fix it. There will be a lot more bonus chapters after this one, and I’ve plotted the ending of this story in a way that allows for me to rewrite Season 5 as a possible sequel. My hopes are still up that Eddie might return, but if he doesn’t...I’ll just write him into it. In the meantime, thank you for reading, and I hope this story can give you some comfort, lovelies. Stay tuned for Chapter 7 - it’ll contain 3k words of pure smut and I think you’re gonna love the angst. Happy ending guaranteed, of course ♡

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