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* Locked Up *

Robin Buckley X Fem! Reader

↳ IMAGINE: You were locked up in the same asylum as Victor Creel because you were outed to your parents for liking the same sex.

[ TW: Cursing ]

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Robin undeniably hated every second of the moment she was in. Being dressed up in a prissy outfit that Nancy had fished from her closet, and sneaking into Pennhurst Mental Facility was not the ideal evening for her. She wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else. And when she realized that the stubborn old man perched behind a desk wasn't going to give into their charades, she broke down.

"I'm breaking out in a rash, my boobs hurt!"

Nancy sat back, mouth slightly ajar, watching it all unfold, unsure of Robin's tactics and if it was going to work or not. Surely enough, it did, and the two girls were eventually on their way to meeting the one person they needed to meet the most. Victor Creel. Their key to figuring out a portion of the supernatural stuff happening in Hawkins. But what Robin didn't anticipate, is that she would lay eyes on a girl, approximately the same age as her, locked up in this very institution. It was surprising, considering the rest of the residents were all elderly or in their late 30's. Her brain couldn't wrap around the fact that she was there. And Robin would admit, to Steve, if he were here, that this girl was hot. So very hot.

Nancy caught Robin staring at you, who was now looking back at her. You smiled at her, shyly waving your hand in a friendly gesture, and in return Robin bit her lip and waved back.

"What do you think she's doing here?" Robin whispered over to Nancy, who shrugged her shoulders in response, also having no clue as to why you would be here. You'd been here for longer than you could count on your fingers, and each day that passed became more torturous. You'd grown tired of playing tic-tac-toe with a bunch of people, who were way older than you. No one in the building had anything in common with you, and frankly, the only reason you were here was because your parents were full of homophobia. But there wasn't much you could do, it's not like you could make the leap out of a window on the second story and run away. They had you under 24/7 watch.

But right now, as the two girls were walking down the way, you felt there was a glimpse of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could help you get out of this hellhole. And if all that happened was that they thought you were downright crazy, it wouldn't matter in the end. It was completely worth a shot.

Grabbing a Crayola from the coloring box, you quickly scribbled down a few words onto a ripped piece of coloring book paper,

Please help me get out of here.

You stood up from your seat, just as they'd arrived at the door. The security guard fumbled with his keys, looking for the one that unlocks the door. And Robin noticed you coming her way, which made her furrow her eyebrows. Why exactly, was it, that you were coming towards her?

You leaned down at the water fountain that was right next to her, and slipped your hand into hers, making her quietly gasp. Nancy watched from the sidelines, her eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. She wondered exactly what was going on at that exact moment, and hoped the man in front of you two wouldn't turn around to notice you slipping a note into Robin's palm. Because she knew that would most likely get you kicked out of the building, and that was the last thing you needed. For you needed answers more than anything.

Robin wanted to blush, or squeal, at the hand-on-hand contact with another girl. This was something she'd never felt before, but instead she took the note from you slyly and watched as you walked away with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

It was once her and Nancy had been left alone to talk to Victor Creel that she opened up the paper gifted to her and read the bold red letters plastered across it. "What does it say?" Nancy asked, peering over Robin's shoulder to take a peak. They both awed over the paper, dumbfounded on what they should do.

"Let's talk to Victor first," Nancy suggested, nodding her head towards the end cell that contained the answer they needed. Robin agreed, but knew that throughout the entire conversation she would not be able to get her mind off of you.

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"Do you think we should help her? I mean, she didn't look the part of a mental institute patient." Nancy asked as they started to walk away from their talk with Victor. The whole time, they'd both been on edge, and they were both, no doubt, ready to get out of there.

"I say to hell with it, what do we have to lose?" Robin said, feeling adrenaline rush through her veins at the very idea of kidnapping a cute girl from the hospital. They'd been through hell and back with demons, and ungodly monsters, what exactly could a young girl, who also happened to be a mental institute patient do? Even if they ended up being wrong about you, it wasn't like they couldn't fix the situation, and they'd both been in fights with scarier things. Nancy and Robin were both pretty quick to logical thinking, when things went down, so they'd have the situation handled.

They were being led towards the exit by the owner, when Robin stopped the owner with an improvised trip, so she could swiftly grab the key ring from his pocket. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Nancy saw the wink, and took the keys from behind, before she went to help you sneak out the door. Robin, of course, being the distraction. "Did I hurt you in anyway?"

"No, I'm fine, it's okay, young lady." Insisted the man, unsure of why Robin was making such a big deal out of the small incident.

Nancy had successfully gotten you out of the first door and where the entrance to the establishment was. Behind the front desk, one of the staff members noticed the two of you, and yelled "Hey!" in hopes to catch the attention of a nearby security guard.

"Sorry," Robin flashed an awkward smile towards the man, who was now aware of the situation. Before she turned heel and ran, knowing that the three of you would soon be under attack by security guards. All of you raced out the front door, and towards Nancy's car, quick to slide into the seats. The security guards that were chasing you, were now almost towards the car when Nancy fumbled to start the engine. "Come on, Nance, you got this!"

Just in time, the purr of the engine sounded off, and with that, Nancy sped off on the pavement, trying to escape the crime that the three of you had just committed. "Holy shit.." Robin spoke, sighing dramatically as she laid back into the seat, the fear now leaving her body. "We just did that,"

Nancy and her started laughing simultaneously, your small chuckles thrown in there every once in a while. "You guys are life savers. You have no idea how much I was losing my mind in there." You spoke of high gratitude, Robin looking back at you, with Nancy's eyes still on the road ahead of you all.

"What were you even locked in there for?" She questioned, her eyes on you and you only. She was practically eyeing you up and down. Mental facility gown and all, she still thought you were so beautiful.

"Long story, but I basically got thrown in there by my parents because they hate the person I am." You spoke, with a tone of sorrow, looking out of the car window; making Robin take the hint to not usher a more detailed answer from you. Internally, she could almost piece together your answer with the clues, and find out that you were exactly like her sexuality wise. But she didn't want to jump to conclusions, and think something different from the right reasoning. For there wasn't many people out there like her, anyways, or so she assumed.

"I can't wait 'til the group hears about this one," Robin joked, knowing none of them would ever let the two girls hear the end of it. And as if on cue, the walkie-talkie in the seat beside you, went off, with a young boy screaming for a Nancy and Robin. Making you wonder, exactly what is going on with the two girls, that just snuck you out of an asylum without knowing anything about you. And why they were there in the first place, or why the duo was so nonchalant about the fact that they'd just committed a crime to take you out. You'd been in Hawkins your whole life, and knew something was off about it. But you had so many questions piling up in your head. All that eventually would have to be answered.

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puggemon · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

Various Imagines . . .

STRANGER THINGS:

“Dustin’s Babysitter” Eddie Munson- https://puggemon.tumblr.com/post/686655245781286912/dustins-babysitter

“Locked Up” Robin Buckley- https://puggemon.tumblr.com/post/688185584562454528/locked-up

Various Preferences . . .

SPN:

How you two met- https://puggemon.tumblr.com/post/686904573929144320/how-you-met-various-spn-characters

SCREAM:

How you and Billy met- https://puggemon.tumblr.com/post/686813819362770944/how-you-met

Various Headcannons . . .

STRANGER THINGS:

Being Eddie Munson’s Rival To Lover- https://puggemon.tumblr.com/post/686808956099756032/being-eddie-munsons-rival-to-lover-headcannons

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puggemon · 2 years

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* How you met various SPN characters *

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DEAN. . .

Your chin rested down against the palm of your hand, as you examined over a diner, in which you sat. The moment you took to gaze up from your research, you could immediately tell that the normal bustle of customers was thinning. The place's business was, clearly, running slow. There was you, and one elderly gentleman. He sat, beating the end of a glass ketchup bottle, which made you silently chuckle.. The only person, other than him, was the waitress stood behind the counters; wiping them clean for the night.

This was never a bad thing from your perspective. The less people, meant you took more comfort in the restaurant. When one was vacant, and quiet of chatter, it was easy to dine in peace & find your next marked mission. There would be no distractions of customers causing a fret over the waitress misunderstanding an order. Instead, you were given time of silence, exceptions for the slight buzz of the open sign.

With a laptop sat on the table in front of you, your eyes were skimming through the articles of several slaughterings that had happened as of recently. Local, and across the map. Though, most of them appeared to be the typical human-on-human crime that happened daily. Purely for the fact that no hearts, or internal organs had disappeared from the remains. It screamed the work of a serial killer, and far from supernatural.

Lately leading the life of a hunter had been quite dull. The hunting business had grown booming, meaning that many cases had already been taken care of, by the hands of another hunter. It was nearing impossible to find a case. And the ones you did get lucky with, always ended up being debunked the minute you traveled to the town it was taking place in.

To say the least, it all frustrated you. Saving lives was your only way at being productive in the world, and it was slowly but surely becoming hard for you to do. The lack of doing anything was even beginning to affect your self esteem. You'd often times find yourself asking a question such as: what kind of hunter can't find any paranormal to kill?

Sighing your way out of your thoughts, you went back into the search of several police databases and news articles. You'd scrolled for so long, your index finger was growing numb..

That was when something caught your attention.

A title withholding a bold statement.

THREE MEN KILLED IN CABIN, HEARTS RIPPED OUT OF CHESTS.

This was it. Every word in the header screamed unnatural, a case that beckoned for you.

Quick to finish off your [F/F], you closed the lid of your laptop and left a five dollar tip for the waitress. You were more than ready to get on the road, and find out what was going on behind the local mystery. Once you stuck your laptop in your bag, you were out of the door, and making a beeline to your parked 1970 Black Plymouth Sport Fury GT. You were most definitely a sucker for the classics. Classic movies, cars, and most of all; music.

Tossing your bag into the passenger's seat, you walked around to the trunk, popping it open. Underneath the fake floor, idea curtesy of Bobby, was an array of different weaponry. Ranging from knives to salt-contained shotguns, they were all used in your line of work.

Considering the case seemed to be the perfect story for a Werewolf, you took hold of your silver bullets, dropping them into the denim of your jean pockets. Always in tact with your waistband was a pistol, considering you were one to be precautious.

When you made your way back around to the driver's seat of the car, you noticed a man staring down the contents of your Plymouth. He branded a large grin, looking on the brink of drooling.

"This is a nice car," His voice came out prior to himself whistling. The tip of his fingers lightly brushed over the silver decorative lining, running along the side, admiring the smoothness of it's surface.

"You like?" You popped up, out of no where, and caught them off guard. Considering the pair looked up at you with shocked expressions. However, the shorter one was quick to change it back to a smile. Only this time, it was cheeky.

"Is this car your's?"

"All mine. Isn't she a beauty?" With your back leant up against the driver's seat door, you raised your left eyebrow towards the man; making small conversation over your vehicle. Sam, however, stuck to the side; watching the two of you. He was quite impressed to see a carbon copy of Dean Winchester, himself.

The sight of a gorgeous girl, standing in front of a classic car was Dean's very weakness. He was awed at the sight of you, every hair on his arm; standing at it's end. Was this love?

His thoughts were stopped abruptly by the pointedness of Sam's elbow lodging into his side, hoping to snap him back into reality. The younger Winchester sibling was just trying to keep Dean from making a fool of himself, in front of a woman he clearly liked.

Clearing the nervousness from his throat, he picked up his pace of talking once more.. "The name's Dean, Winchester. This right here is my brother, Sammy."

"[F/N] [L/N]. I never thought I'd meet the infamous Winchester brothers. You're all the talk, anywhere."

Eyes widening, they put the mental puzzle pieces together, realization hitting them that you were a hunter just like them. No one who lived in the normality of a town would even begin to know about them or how they're talked about quite often, but a monster killer would.

"Well, it was nice talking to you boys, but I've got a case to solve." Fishing a piece of ripped up napkin from your back pocket, you sloppily jot down the numbers that they could use to contact you. "Just in case you ever need another hunter,"

At this very moment, once you handed him the phone number, Dean could feel himself getting overly excited. He almost felt the power to bounce from wall-to-wall. A girl, whom wasn't intoxicated and fresh from the bar, just gave him her number.

And as you drove away in your car, Sam laughed at how star struck Dean was; over the scenario that just took place.

"Sammy, I think I just fell in love."

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SAM. . .

With eyes glinted over in fear, you watched as the ghostly figure crept over in your direction, the axe he held; swinging from side-to-side. In this life or death situation, you could see your life flashing before your eyes like a mental Powerpoint. Every laugh, shed tear, and shared kiss was starting to come back to you. Your waterline brimmed with tears, fingernails digging into the rotted wood below you. "No.. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Pulling whatever you could find from behind your back, you started chunking it in the direction of the spirit. Though, it did no justice, going straight through it's torso. Your attempts at defending yourself from the monster made him laugh, loudly. It was clear he got a thrill from this, and you were only giving him justice by having a reaction.

Part of you knew there was no escape, and the only choice that could be made.. was one to end up where you'd no longer be breathing. But you tried, hard, to get away. And to no avail, you remained trapped like a prey to it's predator.

You started to accept that no concocted plan was going to get you out. That you were doomed for death.

Having those beliefs etched into your brain, you stopped making challenge for him, wanting the traumatic experience to be over. This made it far too easy for the ghost to perform a homicide. Considering, he was inching closer to you, each step edging you more into nausea. Fear could be felt radiating from your shaking body, making his lips curl up into an malicious grin.

Seeing the sharp end of his axe coming towards your face, you flinched back into the wall..

However, you didn't feel contact with the steel, as you'd suspected. Instead, you suddenly heard a fwoosh and your vision fixated on the creature as it was being engulfed into a huddle of tall flames. The laughter that once echoed, was instead a blood curdling scream. Amidst evaporating into thin air, he dropped behind the axe he was going to use, in order to kill you.

There was no trace of what had just taken place, other than the weapon, and the reasoning behind that was.. Dean Winchester, whom stood overhead the man's gravestone, whistling out a classic rock melody over the sound of a salt & burn's sizzling.

The anxiety that had been bubbling inside your chest, disappeared, leaving you instantaneously feeling better. Your shakes grew less violent, and tears stopped rolling down your cheeks. Atmospheric change had taken place, and the frightening feeling that once creeped over your shoulder had faded.

That was, until you realized you weren't alone.

The sight of a tall silhouette running along the walls, sent your shoulders tense. "Not again.." You silently prayed that it belonged to something other than the face of another blood thirsty monster.

Luckily, your prayers were answered to, when you realized that it was only a rather attractive man. His large hand reached out for you, offering you assistance from down on the floor. "Are you okay? Did it get you anywhere?" Surprisingly, his voice was velvet. Soft on the ears.

Branded on his chiseled face, was a look of concern. Which was clearly for your well being.

Every aspect of him, you were stunned by. From his shoulder-length hair, to the furrow of his eyebrows. It took you a hot minute to recoup from all of this happening in a matter of minutes, and once you did, you were immediately snapped back into reality. The reality where a stranger held his assistance out to you, without even beginning to know you. After what just happened, you would stick to being skeptical.

"Who are you?"

He pursed his lips once you slowly hoisted yourself up, with assistance of the wall. Initially, rejecting his offer at helping you. It was unlike any of the other people he'd come to the rescue of, considering they'd dive way into his arms as soon as he was in their line of vision. As if some sort of protection beam.. "Uhm.. My name's Sam, Winchester."

The tall man watched with amusement as you wiped the dust off the backside of your jeans, making a face of disgust. You went from throwing things frantically, to entirely calm in a short span of time. It was baffling. "I hunt monsters like the one you just saw. With my brother, Dean."

"If you would have said that to me four hours ago, I would have called you crazy.. but.. I'm starting to think I'm the crazy one," You sighed, connecting eyes with him once more. The moment you did it, he got awkward, and made it obvious.

He let out a laugh, and led his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. Sam, out of all people, knew exactly what place you're in. Except, when he endured it, he was the age of ten. Although he could remember being introduced into the world of monsters, as if it was written out in script. "Huh, yeah, it's not something a lot of people w-"

Before Sam could even begin to finish his sentence, he was short by another male whom popped up out of nowhere, a shotgun laid in both of his arms. "Did we get the son of a bitch?" He was looking around for any sign of the dead, but instead; his green eyes met with the appearance of you. Whom clearly wasn't dead.

After a moment, he looked you up and down, making it entirely obvious to both Sam and you that he was checking you out from head-to-toe. Even whilst being grimy from falling in dirt, he found you attractive. "Actually, we did."

"Well, all I know is, after that.. I need a few beers and a very greasy burger." He let the shotgun hang low, wrapping his shoulder around Sam's shoulders, shaking him around in a brotherly way. To which, Sam sent him an unamused expression. Though, the elder Winchester ignored it. The sibling relationship they shared made you quietly chuckle. Being around the two saviors of your ass, had undoubtedly lightened your mood.

"I'm definitely in," You chimed, quick to walk ahead of the two males, taking them by a full-on surprise. Neither would have expected the words to come out of the mouth of a female stranger, especially just after meeting, and from the most unfortunate scenario possible. Others would have looked to them as if they were off their rocker, not invited themselves to a bar alongside them.

"If you don't get her number, Sammy, I will."

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CHARLIE. . .

As soon as you received the VIP set through mail, you could feel yourself geeking out. It was officially your first time at making it to a Comic Con! Something you'd wanted to partake in, since a youthful age. Meeting all of the people whom shared the same interests as you, was a daydream come true. At the convention, you'd find yourself in a place of comfort! Surrounded by things you adore.

Only, you hadn't expected that it would also be the place where you'd meet someone whom you'd come to spend the rest of your days with..

All you could see as you stumbled towards the ground, ass first, was a flash of red hair. The [FOOD] you'd had in tray, spilled down against your torso, completely ruining the special outfit you'd put together for the event. You could already feel frustration creeping it's hand onto your shoulder. Seeing as, the clothing had taken hard work to create, that of which you'd endured for an endless amount of hours.

Only for it all to be tossed away, in a matter of seconds.

"I'm so sorry! Let me help you up." A soft voice spoke up from above, coming off nearly angelic. Charlie would admit to anyone who asked, that she was clumsy, but this was far more than that. The girl was enduring pure embarrassment. Especially considering the person she'd managed to knock down, was a beautiful woman, whom had already caught her eye earlier on in the evening. You were clad in a costume of her favorite TV show, which is how she first noticed you. And even though the redhead wished to talk to you, she didn't expect the circumstances would be this..

Her face began to fade bright red of blush, a few awkward laughs slipping from her 'o' formed mouth. "Well this is, slightly embarrassing? I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't want the conversation to be about how I spilled food on you."

As soon as your gaze met with her own, all of the frustration you were smacked with; floated away instantly. The girl whom bumped into you was beautiful, dressed in the cosplay of an elven woman. For a moment, the two of you stayed in trance with one another's eyes, ignoring the odd looks you were gaining from the people around you. She was far too breathtaking to care. "No, no, it's okay. Don't worry about it! I can always make a new one." You reassured, hoping she knew that you were taking the incident lightly.

Her slim fingers intertwined with your own, helping you up from the position you'd managed to fall into. "At least let me make it up to you in some way. Otherwise I'll walk out of here feeling like a total loser." She replied, a smile widening across her features. Even her expression managed to be flawless.

"You know what, I'll take you up on that."

"Well, in that case.. M'lady." She dorkily held out her arm, for you to take in your own, to which you did.

After she'd dragged you away from the scene she caused, the pair of you went to grab a few space-themed milkshakes from one of the convention's booths. Where you sat and talked for hours on end, eating [snack], and bouncing random topics back and forth. To say the least, that was the day Charlie and you had hit it off fairly quickly. She was the gift you'd taken home from Comic Con. A sweet souvenir.

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CROWLEY. . .

After a midnight meal at the local hot diner in a town you were hunting Vampires in, you found yourself walking down the parking lot, towards your vehicle to exit the scene. That was until you were aggressively yanked by the arm, and dragged into the darkness of an alleyway. You fought back with all your might, kicking and slapping, but nothing was good enough. It took the perpetrator seconds to knock you out clean, to avoid any screaming or commotion.

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With a groggy state of mind, your eyes fluttered open to be met with even more darkness than your closed eyelids. You couldn't make out a feature in the area you were in, let alone see the fact that you were neatly tied up to a chair. But you could feel the rope rubbing the skin of your wrists quite raw...

You make attempts to look around the room, squinting your eyes to hopefully see something. That was before you heard a click, and suddenly everything was too bright. Considering you had a headache from hell.

"Ah, ah, ah. You're finally awake darling!" Without even looking at the character in question, you could immediately tell who your kidnapper was by the accent. Crowley. What business did he have yanking you from your hunt, and into a dark room? Especially tied up to a chair.

Now, you'd never actually met Crowley, but you'd definitely heard his distinct voice before. It could be spotted out of a thousand others, really easily.

"Oh, Crowley. I should've known," You sighed, upset that you were in such a predicament with the demon. "When will you realize kidnapping me won't get you anywhere?"

He chuckles, making a chill run up your backside. His laugh was malicious. As was his whole demeanor. Everything about him was evil, and you hated being around him, especially with the tales you'd heard straight from the mouths of the Winchester Brothers.

"I'm not worth the hassle. But I know you're not here for me. You want the Winchesters. You'll know they'll come after me, and that's when you'll be able to get at them. Smart move. But what you don't know is that you're completely wrong. I'm sure they suspect what you're up to. So I wouldn't get your hopes up too high." You snapped towards the demon, glaring daggers over at him. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under.

Crowley would admit, he liked how feisty you were. This was his first time meeting you, the Winchester's prized possession of a friend, and he was not disappointed. Truthfully, he expected a scared little hunter. But you were way more than that. "You think I want those two? I just like the idea of watching the Winchesters squirm trying to find you safe. It entertains me." He let out an actual laugh this time, which irked you to the core. You could feel your blood boiling as you struggled in the restraints he had you in. But if you were out of them, you would damn sure be injuring him by now.

"Just wait until I find my way out of here. You'll be sorry that you even laid your filthy hands on me!" You threatened, angrier than you had ever been. It hadn't been fifteen minutes and he was already getting under your skin. Something he was quite known for doing.

"I have a feeling we are going to get along," He flirts in reply to your anger, flashing a smug smile at you. And he truthfully did like how you were acting, for not a lot of people talked to him so boldly, or threatened him when tied up in his chair. You were special, weren't you? Maybe that's why the Winchesters held onto you for so long. But now, you were with him, for now. Until the two siblings had pinpointed your location. And he was determined to get to know you.

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CASTIEL. . .

After a long and uneventful day of work, you finally found yourself in the comfort of your own home once more. Every ounce of stress that the workplace puts on your shoulders, was lifted the moment you stepped into the familiar entryway. What you really needed at this particular time was a shower, and a little bit of relaxation. Every piece of negativity would go away the moment warm water trickled it's way down your backside. The shower was your escape for many reasons. One being that you were alone, and had time for yourself.

After dropping your keys into the weaved basket sat on your entry side table, you walk up the flight of stairs to the second layer of your apartment. Where you sluggishly peeled off your clothes, allowing the water to take it's time warming up. Once it was the right temperature to your liking, you slipped underneath the heat of the shower head, shivering at the feel of it against your skin.

Beyond grabbing a bar of body soap into the palm of your hand, you hunch over to clean your legs. You were humming in the silence until, it wasn't silent. You'd heard a thud, right outside the shower curtain. The sound made you jump, in shock, before you peaked your head out in the crack of the drapery.

There stood a man, dressed in a trench coat, clad with a blue colored tie.

Before you could process what was happening, you freaked out without thinking logically and threw your bar of soap at the intruder standing in your bathroom. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" You yelled, the fear making your voice tremble. This man jumped at the sudden movement, looking down to the soap that had hit the ground with a thud, and then back up to you.

It took him a moment to process the situation and who you were, or why you were here in the house he was investigating, before his eyes went wide and he disappeared. Into thin air. You were so dumbfounded by what just happened, you stood there for a moment just letting the water hit your body.

Until you snapped out of your trance, turned the knob, and left the comfort you were once in to now be enveloped in the cold air. It didn't take you long to get up into a towel, so you could examine the rest of your house for any other possible disappearing robbers. Or to see if you were just simply losing your mind.

But before you decided to go face-to-face with whoever was in your normally quaint apartment, you armed up, with the small handgun you were gifted by [ someone ] not too shortly after you moved in alone.

Holding onto the towel with one hand, and a gun in the other, you made sure to tiptoe your way downstairs so you didn't create any noise to alarm the people. And your suspicions were answered when you heard whispering inside of your kitchen, that you were indeed not alone.

Without them seeing you, you snuck a look into the cook-room to see exactly what you were facing against. The man in the trench coat was accompanied by a taller figure with shaggy brown hair, and a shorter one with attractive features and bright green eyes. You couldn't help but wonder why three men were in your kitchen, but you only assumed the worse. This why you stepped out from the shadows, pointing a gun towards the three of them, cocking it.

"Who are you three and what business do you have being here?" You questioned, demanding an answer from any one of the trio.

"Great going, Sam, she's home.." The shorter one whisper yells, hitting the taller one, or 'Sam' in the chest causing him to scoff and glare at him.

Their eyes are all directed towards you as you wear a poker face at them all, a front to the fear that you were definitely experiencing right this very moment.

"Listen, put the gun down. We're not here to harm you." 'Sam' says, gesturing her to drop the gun onto the floor below them all.

"And the towel," Says the green-eyed one, smirking at the sight of you in a towel. This causes you to break your poker face with a look of disgust.

'Sam' looks at him in a scolding way, frustrated that he couldn't take any moment seriously. Even ones where they were held at gun point.

"Why should I?" You questioned, grip tightening around the handle of the pistol. In hopes to intimidate them, more than they were intimidating you.

"We came in here, because we thought your house was being robbed. There has been multiple on this street so we were keeping watch," 'Sam' explained, smiling nervously at you, hoping to ease your trigger finger.

The shorter one sent him a questioning look, not sure that this excuse would even work with you. You seemed quite feisty, and people being in your apartment was setting you off.

"Are you the police then?"

The two of them get the bright idea to whip out their fake badges, that you clearly didn't know were fake, but the man in the trench coat didn't make any movement whatsoever.

"What about him?" You asked, gesturing the him over to him, unsure of his presence and why he disappeared into thin air. Maybe you were making that part up in your imagination, but you weren't so sure, it seemed very real.

"I'm an Ang-" He started to speak up, but was cut off by both of them trying to speak over him. "Assistant,"

After a moment of contemplating it, you decide they are telling the truth, "well I'm just going to go put this up," you nod towards the gun "and get dressed, in something other than a towel."

"We don't mind towels," Retorts the shorter one again, making you shoot them a questioning look and shake your head. You were quick to walk away from the conversation.

It didn't take you long to hide your gun back in the cubbyhole it belongs, and get dressed in a set of pajamas. You didn't think you were going anywhere tonight anyways, so better to get comfy with your choice of clothing.

To your surprise when you entered the kitchen again, the three men were still there, but this time sat at your dining table, awaiting your arrival. "Not to be a total dick or anything, but why are you three still here?" You ask, going to make yourself a cup of coffee to extinguish the exhaustion in your body.

"We don't want you to get harmed in anyway by the suspect, so we might have to stay here for a while, if that's alright with you?" The questionable one with the trench coat speaks up. To be honest, you didn't want to die, and having two police officers when there was a robber in the area, was not a bad idea. So you slowly nodded, accepted their offer of babysitting you for the moment.

You grab the now finished coffee, before offering some to the once-suspected fugitives. "Any takers?"

"Please,"

All four of you enjoyed the coffee you made in a moment of silence before you realized you didn't know the names of the two who sat with 'Sam'.. "But if you're going to stay here, I'm seriously going to have to figure out the names of you two." You pointed between the nameless men, in hopes they'd cooperate and soothe the curiosity in your mind.

"I'm Dean, and this is Castiel."

Your eyebrows quirked up at the second name Dean spoke up, intrigued by it. Seeing how it wasn't a common name at all. In fact, you'd never once even heard of it. It was quite, fitting for the character though, seeing as he was out there. But not necessarily in a bad way.

You smile, "Interesting", before taking a sip out of the hot coffee that cooled down.

He smiles back at you smiling, and you feel goosebumps appear on your skin at the visual. Something that had hardly ever happened to you. Maybe when listening to a good song, or when you were extremely chilly.

It was weird, to feel, nonetheless. But you brushed it off, not sure of what it could mean at the moment.

"What about you?" Castiel asks, tilting his head, almost in a similar manner to a puppy dog. It was cute.

"[Y/N], I'm [Y/N]."

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GABRIEL. . .

You were working your late shift at the bar, minding your own business as you bussed the tables. It wasn't unusual for men to hit on you, but it usually ended up with you rejected them and them storming away, as a typical man. But this man that approached you, just wouldn't stop. He kept attempting to lay hands on you, and woo you in anyway possible. But you were truthfully just disgusted. You really didn't appreciate the disrespect he was putting out to you.

"Come on, you know you want to get some of this." He slurred, alcohol hot on his breath, as he attempted to touch you once more. You aggressively slapped his hand away, getting more afraid of his actions by the minute. You weren't sure of what he could and couldn't do. That was one of the downfalls of this job.

You finally got so fed up with him you let out a yell, "Stop touching me, you drunk!"

Most of the people in the bar ignored it, besides one man who was quick to make his way over in defense of you. He had longer dirty blonde hair, and a piercing stare.

"Is there a problem here?" He asked, looking between the two of you. You were quick to nod, as was the man who was committing the tomfoolery.

"Yeah, you're in our business, and shouldn't be." He spoke with a menacing tone, hoping that would drive the man away and give him the hint that he should stay in his own bubble.

You scoffed at his supposed "threat" and looked over to the man who came to fight for you. "He won't stop touching me, when I have asked him multiple times to."

"I think it's time for you to take your leave." He demanded, hoping that the man wouldn't take his suggestion, so he could rock him across the face. Gabriel was most definitely into catching a fight with a mortal, especially one of such low grade. It was one of his favorite forms of entertainment.

"Or what?" The perverted drunk questioned, clearly mocking him and his threats. It was already digging under his skin, and this, just made it even worse. He loathed the humans that acted like this. Made him really question his Father's creations.

"Or this," With no second to spare, he threw an upright hook at the man's nose, knocking him down to the ground instantaneously.

Frankly, it took you aback. You didn't expect anyone to stand up for you, considering this bar was normally full of the scum of the Earth, let alone did you think that they would get into a fight for you. The drunk now laid in fetus position on the floor, clutching his broken nose.

"Sorry about that," Gabriel said pointing down at the man who was now going to have to be dragged out by the bouncer.

"Don't be." You laughed, finding the situation kind of humorous, now that you had nothing to worry about with the drunken man.

"I'm Gabriel, and you are?" He said with a charming tone of voice, holding out his non-bloodied hand for you to shake. Which you gladly took into your own to shake, wooed by his actions of standing up for you. He made you feel safe, Although you'd met him no more than fifteen minutes earlier.

"I'm (Y/N), I work here, unfortunately."

He liked your attitude, and definitely thought you were more than attractive. He offered to sit down with you at the bar and keep throwing punches at inappropriate men, which you accepted, and the two of you got to talk the rest of your shift. It was nice getting to know someone at the bar, who wasn't a total waste of space.

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JACK. . .

Everything that could go wrong has been going wrong, you're not sure whether it's your luck or just life itself. But it's dragging you down more than you want it to. You have a hard time getting out of bed anymore, and you feel tired doing the simplest things.

Now, you've never once prayed. You're not even sure what you are, religiously. But at this very moment, whilst you were having a break down at work, it didn't matter, because if there was something higher up out there that could hear your cries for help and give you a boost, you were desperate for it.

"Please, if anything out there can hear this, I'm struggling really bad right now and I could use something. Anything."

You'd never actually heard of prayers working before. And you weren't sure where they ended up. But it was your last shot.

Jack normally tuned out the prayers that paraded through his head, annoyed that there was so many. But yours he heard louder than the rest, it caught his attention the second you said 'please'. He could hear the distress in your tone, and it made him feel your hurt. The boy was clearly an empath.

The good thing about Jack's powers is that he could immediately teleport himself nearby the person that was praying. So to you, he teleported, and he ended up outside of a coffee house. He wasn't sure exactly what the place was or why you were here, but he was definitely down to investigate. A trait he got from being around the Winchester brothers for so long.

Once he walked in, the bell dinged above his head, catching your attention from your flood of thoughts. He immediately smelt the most pleasant scent ever. An aroma of baked goods, and coffee was in the air. He found it quite comforting, and exciting at the same time, considering the light-haired boy enjoyed his fair share of sweet goodies.

"Hey, welcome in." You spoke up, forcing a smile on your face at the new visitor you'd never seen before. It was unusual, considering most of the people who came into a local coffee shop weren't young and happened to be regulars. Nobody wanted anything local, if they had a Starbucks on every corner. But here he was, a young man, visiting in.

Jack picked up the sound of your voice and recognized it from the prayer. As he looked over your features, he realized you were very attractive and it made him intimated by you, but he also registered that you seemed deeply upset.

"Hi, you seem upset." He replied, sitting down in front of you. He wasn't very good at this interacting with people scenario, considering he was not mortal, and it was something mortals did.

You let out a sad chuckle, breaking the smile that you faked across your face. Most people weren't as blunt as him, but you appreciated the honesty. You honestly thought you had perfected the fake smile at this point, but you were apparently wrong.

"Aren't we all?"

"I'm not." He replied, falling into silence afterwards. You gave him an awkward look, which made him realize that he isn't helping the situation very well. Internally, he scolded himself, upset that he struggled to help, when it's all he wanted to do. "But you also shouldn't be,"

"Thanks, I guess." You sighed, wiping down the counter as you made conversation with the awkward boy. It was definitely an odd talk, but not the worst one that you've had. It was quite comforting to talk to someone your age, especially about how internally sad you were. Considering you didn't talk much about it, at all. Maybe, he's the answer to my prayer. You jokingly thought to yourself.

"How may I help?" He asked, cupping his hand down against yours, stopping you from vigorously wiping. You were shocked, and almost uncomfortable by the gesture, but inside, you felt like fireworks were going off within your chest. Which paralyzed you, to which you didn't move a muscle, let alone your hand. The feeling was almost addicting, considering it's the first one you felt in a while, replacing the sadness.

"I.. uh.." You started going red in the face, at the touch. Which made Jack realize you were embarrassed, to which he took his hand away, with an apology, and you could finally move once more.

You regained yourself before actually speaking up a sentence in reply to his question. "Just stay here with me and keep me company."

Jack smiled, "Do I get a muffin?" He, of course, would stay whether he did or not. But they just seemed delicious, sitting in the casing. And he wanted to try it more than anything.

"Sure, why not," You laughed, for the first time in a while, with genuineness. Something about this weird character l, who was your age, made you feel a lot better than you had been feeling for a long while.

With a smile, you gave the boy his muffin in question, on the house. And the two of you continued conversation about multiple different topics. Some of which consisted of you teaching him things, he'd never heard Dean or Sam talk about, things that people your age knew about all too much. He was enjoying this, just as much as you were.. and towards the end of the day, everyone in the bunker would have heard about his new crush on you.

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* How you met

Billy Loomis *

{ TW: Cursing, mentions of gore, blood, killing, etc. }

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It hadn't been too long prior to laying down for rest that you were fully indulged in The Exorcist, all attention aimed towards the boxed television that sat in the corner of the room, it being the only light illuminating your bedroom. You'd flicked off your lights to keep the atmosphere dark and ominous, so you could fully experience the 1973 classic in the only way it was supposed to be enjoyed. Every now and again you'd find yourself jolting at the unexpected jump scares flashing across the screen, or making fun of how cheesy they've come to look beyond the years. But you were never one to reject a classic horror movie, seeing as it was one of your favorite genres/your favorite genre.

A few hours had passed, and you'd finally finished the one movie marathon. Which led up to the moment where you were now cozied up underneath the duvet spread out along your bed. Your [E/C] eyes fluttered back and forth in between consciousness and unconsciousness. You were on the edge of falling sleep, until your ears picked up the sound of small objects being thrown at the glass of your window. It was quite subtle, but still noticeable nonetheless..

Tink tink tink.

You groaned out of frustration, wriggling out from underneath the covers that once greeted you with comfort. Getting out of bed, you slipped on your house shoes, to avoid walking across the cold floor barefoot. Trudging the way towards the window, you let out a loud yawn. Getting closer, you realized that the source of the sound was something you would have least expected. You figured it was a branch tapping the glass.. For who would even be kneeled over by your window at midnight? You had a few friends, but none of them would go out of their way to choose such a dramatic entrance into your household. They'd just stampede through the door, and make themselves comfortable on your couch, or immediately make a beeline towards the refrigerator. Come to think of it, perhaps an extravagant window entering moment would be preferred.

Once you lifted the window, having turned on the lamp sat along your bedside table, you looked straight at the one guilty of awaking you. And it didn't take you long to realize that it was not one of your friends. Let alone someone you even knew by name. Of course you'd seen the slick haired boy wandering through the hallways of your high school, normally surrounded by other people, but you'd never once figured that you'd find him climbing the roof for you. You hadn't even associated with him, prior to this moment.

His eyes widened, as if realizing the mistake he'd just made. But you couldn't blame him. It was late at night, the darkness clouded the sky, and with lack of vision came Billy choosing the wrong house to try to sneak into. He was looking for Sidney, but instead was greeted with someone he'd seen at school. Someone he'd never formally introduced himself to.

"Can I help you?" You asked, quite annoyed at the situation, but holding your tongue from saying something too harsh. Waking someone up by throwing pebbles at their window, especially someone you don't even know, is quite disrespectful. At least you thought.

"...Aren't you the one from English class who always forgets their pencils?" The nameless, yet charming boy made light of his fuck up, a smile spreading across his quite attractive features. Now, Billy may have ended up at the wrong house, but he still happened to make it somewhere there was a beautiful person in front of him. And he was going to seize that moment, no matter what.

Of course he'd always seen you, in fact, you were someone he looked for quite often. He'd never talked to you, but that was because he was in shackles with Sidney. And if someone, anyone, had found out that Billy Loomis had conversed with a female that wasn't in Sidney's friend group, he'd never hear the end of it. Unless, he caused the end of his suffering with her, which he was tempted to do day-by-day. But him and Stu were patiently waiting for the right moment. And they hadn't reached that, yet.

Maybe just maybe, if their mass murder plan went smoothly as they calculated it to, this little house mixup could become an upgrade to his relationship status.

Suddenly it hit you, not realization, but the window. Without having it locked open, it slammed shut, right atop your fingers. You cursed up a storm, feeling the burning throb in your fingertips. Billy immediately went to open the window from crushing your hands any longer, concern etched in his features, as his eyebrows furrowed together. "Are you okay? That looked pretty nasty," He took it upon himself to climb in through the window, leaping down onto your bedroom floor, and your eyes widened at the sight of a boy besides Randy stepping inside your domain.

His hands enveloped yours, examining them, as they tinted bright red. It was all happening so fast, but you could still feel the effects of another person holding your hands. It was a thump in your chest and a skip in your pulse.

Billy walked you backwards to the chair that was sat beside your desk, helping you sit down in it, trying to act upon being a gentleman as much as possible. In attempts to give the best first impression to you. More than he did with Sidney.

You'd never spent so much time around him, so you didn't seem to know why he was showing such manners with you when most high school boys wouldn't even dare.

You pulled your hands away from him, not allowing him to touch you anymore, seeing as each moment that passed with your hands in his, you were growing more embarrassed. "I'm fine.."

Once he accepted the fact that you had your guard up against him, he figured it would be better to play it coy, rather than immediately try to charm you how he usually did towards other females that he wanted to woo in bed. And even though in the eyes of another it would be wrong, considering the fact that he was in a relationship with his girlfriend, but he genuinely didn't care, which he knew made him a bad person.

His eyes darted around your [F/C] room, noticing the empty Exorcist case set down in front of the movie player. "You enjoy scary movies?" His pulse started elevating at the flashing images of horror playing in his head. Blood, guts, gore. All the things he came to adore.

Instinctively, your lip went between your teeth, nervous at the whole situation that was happening in front of you, right now. Of course you'd had a boy inside your bedroom, under supervision, but he was merely just a friendly figure in your life. "Only 99% of the time, the other one I like to watch [insert something here]."

He laughed, and it was music to your ears. Enough to cause a butterfly hoard in your lower intestines. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

You had a hard time picking through the variety of blockbusters that there was, because in all honestly, considering how many you watched and even enjoyed afterwards, was a lot. But it all boiled down to one in particular, "[ Favorite scary movie ],"

He hummed, and said nothing more. For a few moments it was dead silent, something obviously going through the mind that was hid behind slicked back hair. Billy was normally pent up rage, blood-thirsty, ready to slice through the flesh of anyone who walked in front of him, but in this room, your room, he felt at ease. It was quite nice for him to meet a moment, where he didn't have the same thoughts that constantly pecked at his brain.

"How did you end up here? At midnight of all times.." You were the one to break the quiet streak, asking him a question that had roamed in your thoughts since the beginning of the unexpected visit.

He looked at you, eyes gazing across your whole face, thinking of what to say or even how to say it. Your stomach shifted at the prolonged eye contact, having never looked this deep into anyone's eyes before. Never having been able to see anyone up this close. Billy was also at a loss of words. Which was abnormal, for him since he'd been in this situation many times before with Sidney or other flings, and felt nothing..

Snapping out of his trance, he let out an awkward laugh, before turning and looking away, trying to remain from distracting himself at the conversation the two of you were having. "I had mistaken your house for someone else's. But it's a good thing I did, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to talk about horror movies," Or he wouldn't have been able to see you this up close. To finally learn how you act, after having seen you around campus. Or to be able to deeply take in your features.

And obviously, for good reason he didn't want to say whose house he was trying to find, because he didn't want you to know he was heading to his partner’s house. But he wanted this moment to be about the two of you, finally meeting, even though it wasn't planned. That, to him, just meant it was fate.

"I didn't ask before, what's your name?"

He wasn't surprised that you didn't know his name, for you had never even given him a second glance in the hallways. "Billy, Loomis."

"I'm -"

"[Y/N]. I know-" You raised an eyebrow at him, unsure of how he already knew your name, slightly uncomfortable with the fact that he did. And as he registered what he said, his eyes slightly widened as he realized that he'd just given himself away for stalking you, but he was quick to make it up with an excuse, "You're friends with Randy. He's talked about you before."

"Ran the Man? Yeah," You smile, slightly shaking your head at the idea that he was stalking you that had implanted in your brain. But also a little at the stupid nickname you'd dubbed him. Randy was a good friend of yours, of several years. You two had been friends since Kindergarten, growing up together through thick and thin.

Billy internally rolled his eyes at the nickname, annoyed that Randy had such a place in your life, but he had yet to fill the position he wanted.

"W-"

Billy was abruptly cut off by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The stairs that led to your door. You immediately get up out of your desk chair and usher him towards the window, trying to hide the fact that you have someone in your bedroom this late at night. "I'm so sorry, someone's awake" you whisper yell towards him, afraid of what might happen if you got caught, but he just smirks as he steps back out onto your rooftop.

"Best not get caught," He murmurs to you, your eyes locking with his one last time before the night is over. "It was nice mistaking you for someone else." He jokes, making you smile beyond the sleepiness. Because in all honestly, you enjoyed the small encounter just as much as the boy did.

"Until next time, Loomis." You close the window in front of him, before clicking off the light and rushing back towards the consolation of your mattress. Ready to pretend being asleep, by the time your guardian opens the door.

"And there will definitely be a next time," Billy says to himself, a feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins at the moment he’d just spent with you. He had never felt this way about something other than the bloodshed of others, and it was quite unusual. Quickly, to avoid any confrontation with someone of your household, he jumped down towards the dewey grass, running on combat boots to make his way towards the house he was originally meant to enter. Mentally prepared to withstand Sidney, having you on his mind.

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¡! Being Eddie Munson’s Rival TO Lover Headcannons !¡

1) You running a club opposite of his, full of others who were outcasted by Hawkins high, who all also gather up to play DND. But both you and Eddie swear up and down that you're the better dungeon master than the other.

"They don't even follow the 180 pages in the rules section, that I put my blood, sweat and tears into reading. And boys, if I had a dollar for every-time I heard them mispronounce Monsters, I'd be out of this hellhole and halfway to Hawaii by now."

All the other members of Hellfire, including Dustin and Mike sat still, and silent, allowing Eddie to get the rant off his chest. Deep down they all knew that Eddie had a crush on you, for you were sometimes all he talked about. This was the fifth time... this day.

You watched Eddie from afar, who was clearly in a state of distress as he rambled on and on about something to his minions. You assumed it was about you, considering the two of you had been at each other's throats since you had created your own club. He felt there only needed to be one outcast group, and you were merely just being a copycat.

"He really needs to get a grip," Spoke up your friend, who sat alongside you, finally realizing your eyes were fixated on the curly-hair male. "Is he talking about you again?"

"Seems like it,"

You rolled your eyes before turning full attention away from him and to the people of your group. "Who does he even think he is anyways? Some big heartthrob because he's in a band with those goons? Please,"

2) Trying to outdo each other on everything and being competitive.

You and Eddie had once again been sentenced to cleaning the upper bathroom of the Hawkins high school, due to punishment for your Reading Class outburst. This wasn't uncommon, seeing as the two of you were so dead set against getting along, that you had to make every action to prove it to everyone else. Albeit, the only ones you were fooling were yourselves, and not even then was it 100% believable.

"You know, if you would've just let me do the reading assignment, we wouldn't be in this mess and I could be doing something better with my time," You spoke up from the stall opposite of him, scraping bubblegum that had been attached to the walls. The occupants of this school were disgusting to say the least. It didn't help you were in the boy's bathroom.

He scoffed, before replying in a smug voice. "Like you have anything better to do, than hang out with me."

"Jumping from the top of a cliff to my very death, chopping off my fingers individually, you know, anything along those lines."

"You're quite the drama queen/king." He tossed down the sponge he was using to remove sharpie written curse words from the walls, clearly in frustration. He didn't like saying rude things. He wasn't a rude person. But something in you brought out the worst in him, and he refused to believe it was because he liked you more than he wanted to. He didn't want to tell himself that he admired everything you did, instead of being deeply annoyed by it. Because it was easier to feel anger towards a person than adoration.

The two of you fell silent, not speaking to each other for the rest of the bathroom torment. Both of you were too lost in the abyss of your own thoughts, wondering if the other actually felt that way. Or if you both were just feeding into the false reality.

3) Him being jealous when he sees someone flirting with you, although he would never admit it.

"They have the trashiest taste," Eddie spoke up, fidgeting with the rings that sat on his fingers. It was something he did when he was slightly agitated or riled up with anxiety. Which, watching you, talking to someone who was getting quite flirtatious, was very nerve racking to him. He didn't know why, but each second that passed, and the more you smiled, his blood was boiling. It didn't take long for him to storm away from the table that he was sat with Hellfire, and once he did, all of the others looked between each other with a frown.

"Jeez, they need to make up and date already." Dustin said, everyone immediately agreeing to it, having already grown tired of the rivalry that was set.

4) Few moments where the two of you caught yourselves crushing on the other.

Hardly ever did you find yourself in awe with someone, but it just so happened that the one time you visited one of your club members they happened to live across the way from Eddie Munson's friend's household. A good portion of the time, when Eddie wasn't at school, he was in that garage with the door open, strumming the strings to his guitar. You'd never actually heard him play anything on the musical instrument, automatically assuming he was bad at it, and crushing any idea in your head that he was good. But when walking towards your friend's front door, you were stopped in your tracks by the sounds of his fingers shredding down against the guitar. To say you were shocked, would be quite the understatement.

You were positive there was professional band members that didn't know how to play their guitar that well. And when you turned your head to look at him, you realized he wasn't in his regular school attire. He wore no long sleeves or a denim vest. It wasn't even replaced by a leather jacket. Instead, he was wearing a black band tee, with the sleeves cut off. The cut showed off his entire build, and it was breathtaking. But you were fighting your thoughts of anything along those lines. Because you simply couldn't think of Eddie Munson like that. Could you? The two of you were deemed rivals at first meet. And sometimes when you were around him you wanted to do nothing more than scream into a pillow. But right now, you could feel jumps in your pulse from the very view of him. Everything was confusing.

"How long have you been standing here? I thought you were late,"

You were cut off from admiring the metal head by the sound of your friend's voice, as she opened her front door, to the visual of you standing there dumbfounded.

"I.. uh.. I.."

5) Him writing lyrics about you, and singing them to himself at night in his bedroom. About his confusion and supposed "dislike" for you.

6) Him frequently visiting the Family Video store, where you work with Steve and Robin, to "rent horror movies".

"[Y/N], your favorite customer is here." Robin whisper yelled over towards you, gripping your attention from the DVD's that you were currently stocking. You knew exactly what she meant when she said that. Whenever Eddie would enter the video store, she would say the same phrase. It never failed. It was a classic Robin thing to rag on the people she cared about. You were longtime friends with her, so you two knew each other well enough to get on the other's nerves without actually meaning it. She even trusted you so much, she gave you the secret of her sexuality. Something no one but Steve and you knew. It was quite heartwarming that she trusted you so deeply.

You stood up, wiping off the dust from your black work pants with a subtle sigh. "Welcome to Family Video, let me know if I can help you with anything." Speaking that sentence, you used a fake customer service voice, trying to keep from being fired from your job.

He looked at you, flipping you off

with a smug smile,

before walking towards the back of the store to examine the various horror movies that peaked his interest. He'd seen all of these movies hundreds of times, nothing new was yet to come out, but he still found himself coming here as often as possible. He never understood why, but everyone other than you did. The two of you were oblivious, amongst everyone who knew exactly what was going on between the two of you.

7) Him finally admitting to himself that he had feelings for you.

Eddie had been under a lot of stress in the past few months. Dealing with the rivalry between the both of you was frustrating and mentally exhausting, to say the least. It didn't take him long before he realized he didn't even want to do it anymore, but he kept up the front, so people wouldn't think he was soft. Even though, deep down, a decent amount of people knew that he was. Considering he would take the people who were casted to the side, and take them under his wing, to guide through the hell that is high school. Like Dustin Henderson, for example, the kid who wore a Weird Al shirt to the first day of school, and was continually picked on for it. He saw nothing but bravery from the kid, and decided to hand him and his two friends the opportunity to become a part of Hellfire.

He genuinely cared about people, and their feelings. Which he felt like was a weakness.

But with you, you were so very different. For the longest period of time, he wouldn't admit to himself that the reason he was so headstrong against you and your club was because he was crushing on you hardcore. But he finally came to terms with it, when the group had an intervention with him at one night of a DND session.

"We have to set this straight, man. Your rivalry with [Y/N] is bumming us all out, and we all know it's because you have a thing for them.."

He was glad some honesty was finally going around the group, and he felt a weight of relief when his friends understood him even though he was being utterly confusing. He left that table and discussion in a completely different mindset than before. He knew what he had to do, because after his long walk down the path of denial, he needed to finally make amends with you. But he didn't know that it had been eating at you, too, and you felt the exact same way he did. The two of you, without realizing it, mirrored each other.

8) The forgiving.

Getting invited by Eddie Munson to the woods, wasn't exactly something you expected to happen. But it happened. During lunch period, as you were walking the hall towards the bathroom, he'd stopped you and said very few words about the meet up, but enough for you to know where to go and what time to. You were unsure if you even wanted to show up, but you did nonetheless. You wanted to hear what the man had to say. Because even if you acted like you hated him, you didn't mind hearing him talk about things with his different dorky expressions.

When you'd got there, he was already sat at the very rickety picnic table, awaiting your arrival. It was silent for the longest moment as you sat down in front of him. Part of you wasn't even sure what was happening and why he brought you here, just to not talk to you. But then he finally spoke up..

"I'm sorry,"

"You're sorry?" You furrowed your eyebrows at the short sentence he spoke up. Unsure why he was giving an apology to you, of all people.

"I'm sorry. That I've been so awful when it came to you. Everything I've done to you in these past few months and how I've done nothing but go against you- I-.. There's really no excuse for it, except for the fact that I just wanted to hide how much I dig you. Now, I wouldn't blame you if you punched me, or even-"

Deep down you'd waited for this very beautiful moment. For the moment he would stand up and tell you how he really feels, so you could do the same. And before he could even finish his speech, you leaned over the table and grabbed him by his vest, pulling him in for a soft but passionate kiss. He was shocked for a moment, before pushing his lips into yours, and participating in the kiss. He could feel a symphony of fireworks going off in his chest. You kissing him was the clear sign he needed that he was into you. Because it made him feel like he was tumbling down a hill of wonderful emotions, and his whole body was tingling from head-to-toe.

The kiss had unfortunately ended, but with the two of you smiling at each other, wider than you'd ever seen the other smile before. Not too far into the moment of silence, he spoke up one more time saying;

"I needed to shut up anyways,"

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* Dustin’s Babysitter *

You are Lucas’ substitute

for the big game.

EDDIE MUNSON X READER

[ TW: Cursing ]

If someone had asked you earlier on in the day of the big game what you would have been doing later that night, you definitely wouldn't have suspected you'd be in a dark, ominous, room filled with Eddie Munson and the group that everyone deemed "Freaks". But you'd been approached by Dustin Henderson during lunch time, who was clearly in distraught, as he rambled to you the story of why he needed a substitute for the Hellfire Club meetup.

*•*•*•*

"Lucas backed out on us and left us missing a player for tonight," He sighed, pressing his hands together in a begging motion, and sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. "And you're the first person I thought of!"

He'd done this puppy-dog bribery many times before, every time you babysat him and he wanted something that was on the list of things his Mother wanted him to avoid. Any violent movie, or sweet snack that could possibly induce a sugar coma.

"What's in it for me?" You spoke sarcastically, knowing that in no way could you say no to the young boy who you'd grown super close to. But that didn't mean you couldn't tease him, exactly like an older sibling would.

"You can have one of our t-shirts! They're handmade. And we all get one." He pulled the fabric in between his fingers and smiled a big, dorky, smile. "Super soft too,"

"Fine, Dusty. I'll go. But I definitely want mine in [FAVORITE COLOR] or I'm not wearing it. Deal?" You held out your hand for the not-so-secret secret handshake the two of you have.

He let out a sigh of relief at you agreeing to the DND session, before playing into the handshake. "Deal."

*•*•*•*

Thus how you ended up here, creating a DND character and living out in a fantasy world, under the gaze of a few males you'd never even introduced yourself to, and Dustin's friend, Mike Wheeler. You didn't know what to expect out of this game, but it was definitely different than what you expected. Everyone was genuinely enjoying their time, knocking back Mountain Dews and bantering back and forth, going through the scenes that the Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson had created.

That was, until he revealed the ultimate plot twist in the map and everyone grew tense, as they all fought against Vecna, who was supposed to be dead. Multiple people from the group of players, got downed along the way, until it was just you and Dustin...

"We have to just give up, there's no way we can win this," One of the guys said, as all of you were huddled in the corner, away from Eddie, discussing game plans. "Give up? But he's on such low health!" Dustin argued, looking over to you, hoping you'd agree with him.

"Dusty's right. We've basically got this guy in a body bag,"

"Did they even have body bags in medieval times?" Questioned the other party, in attempts to settle the situation down. Each one of you let out a soft chuckle, before Mike spoke up with his opinion. "I think it's pretty risky, but there's only two of us left, so I think it should be their choice."

They all turned their attention to you and Dustin, who were already looking at one another. Silently, you agreed to continuing the fight with a nod of the head. That's when the circle disbanded and all of you went back to the table.

"What did the jury decide?" Eddie asked, a smirk on his face as he looked between you and Dustin.

"Let's kick some ass," Dustin spoke up from beside you, making you give a side eye and scold him on his foul language. You were still his babysitter, after all.

"Sorry, let's kick some butt." He reworded his sentence making Mike snort from the sidelines.

"It's all or nothing, one of you two must roll a twenty on the dice, or you'll be at a loss." Eddie explained, hand holding out the blue die. You grabbed at it, your hand briefly brushing against Eddie's, making goosebumps form along your arms. Your eyes were locked with his as you handed the dice to Dusty, who was impatiently waiting beside you. "I'm going in," he spoke up, blowing the dice in between his hands for good luck. It was at this moment that you broke the staring contest with Eddie Munson, heart beating out of your chest. Your eyes wandered down to the dice that Dustin had just let go onto the board. 12. Everyone groaned, Dustin facepalming at the sight of not meeting the goal. It was now your turn.

Eddie watched carefully as you took your turn, checking you out, his eyes going up and down your figure. How had he never met you before tonight? He'd never even heard Dustin talk about you. He actually didn't even know Dustin was young enough to have a babysitter. But with Dustin's Mom being who she was, he wasn't surprised about it. The fact that you would actually be seen around with them, as you'd walked around campus with the group, meant that you were just like them, even though you looked nothing like them. He dug it. Totally and utterly, dug it.

In fact, the first moment he saw you he thought you would be mean. He thought that nothing was going to work out, and you'd probably piss on his gameplay. But as you started getting more into the game, he started getting more into you and your presence.

"Oh my god," Dustin whispered, watching the dice fumble around the board, before landing on a 20. "OH MY GOD! [Y/N] YOU DID IT!" He screamed, happily, wrapping you up in a giant bear hug. You reciprocated the hug, and everyone around started cheering you on, excited that the one in a million chances you had, was enough.

It was at that moment that Eddie had deemed you to be a permanent part of the HellFire Club. Knowing that if it needed anyone, it needed you, and solely because he had a fascination with the idea of having someone who looked like they didn't belong, belonging.

Everyone stepped out into the night sky, a smile swept across all of your faces. You'd really enjoyed your time, and was thankful Dustin had thought of you first, to play the game with him. "Goodnight guys," Mike spoke up, receiving a few goodnights in return, before running off towards his chained up bicycle.

"Thank you for coming today," Dustin said, happy that he got to spend some bonding time with you outside of babysitting and school. And because you saved his ass.

"No problem, Dusty." You ruffled his curls, causing him to groan in dissatisfaction. He bumped his shoulder into you, playfully as the two of you continued walking along the concrete path.

"Hey, wait up!" Eddie called from behind, in a slight jog, trying to catch up to the both of you. Once he was finally beside you, he smiled, and it was the cutest thing you'd possibly ever seen.

"What's up, Ed?" Dustin asked, looking towards the leader of his club, awaiting an answer.

"I don't think I properly got to introduce myself to you before the game. I'm Munson. Eddie Munson." He held out his hand for you to shake, which you took happily into your own. "I know who you are, I'm [Y/N]."

Eddie wasn't quite surprised at the fact that you knew of his existence, considering he was called the biggest freak in school.

"Well, just so you know Hellfire Club is every Friday night, and you're welcome to join anytime that you like. What you did today was pretty great."

"Enough flirting kids, I'm ready to go home." Dustin interrupted, taking both of you aback. You shushed him before playfully pushing him away, to the side. "But you're my riiiideee," he whined, before taking the hint to leave and walking over to the other group members who were in another conversation.

"I should probably get him home, but.. it was nice finally introducing myself to you, Eddie."

"Not quite the freak you thought I was, huh?" He laughed, twirling his hair in between his fingers, mocking the actions of a flirtatious woman.

"I never said that." You retorted with a playful tone of voice, and a wink, before walking off to collect the kid that you had to take home for the night.

Eddie was left there with an extra beat to his heart, and a newfound desire for you.

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