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Yandere Billy Hargrove Drabble
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TW : Themes of abuse (it's Billy Hargrove) & suicide.
*Side note : I should be getting back to the normal upload schedule tomorrow! Thanks for yins' patience.
It started out like any other shallow attraction. He was on the afternoon shift at the pool as a lifeguard, the heavy summer sun beating down on him. Billy’s eyes scanned the various women around the pool, perversely drinking in each body. Nobody could tell because of the sunglasses, but that’s what he was always up to.
And that’s when he heard it. A piercing, angelic giggle. His entire body shifted, and that’s when he saw her. A young woman around his age was bouncing in from the locker room, surrounded by a small group of friends. Her laugh was so innocent, and yet, she was wearing a bikini, which contradicted that. She had a cute towel clutched underneath her armpit, and her eyes kept flitting around joyously. She adorned a soft smile.
It took Billy’s breath away. She had no idea what about her did so. He almost lost control of his body, wanting nothing more than to climb down and approach her. 
But that wasn’t how Billy worked. He drew the women to him. Not the other way around. The only thing that he noticed as she set her stuff on a reclined chair with her pals was a chubby little boy who was running around the pavement in the corner of his eye.
That was just the distraction he needed. He reached for his whistle and blew. The entire pool became silent, eyes glued to Billy’s form. The only person he noticed, though, was her. Her doe eyes examining him. He lowered the whistle.
“Hey, lardo! Stop running!” he boomed.
After a moment of silence and watching the kid tremble out of embarrassment he blew the whistle again. The hustle and bustle of the pool ensued once more but immediately his eyes flitted back to the mysterious and attractive new woman. She was still stunned, watching Billy. He resisted a smug smirk.
Already, she was just where he wanted her.
And yet, the afternoon passed, just like that. And the next shift he had, the woman didn’t show. Billy wasn’t sure why he was so enamored with someone who’s name he didn’t know. But he was. And that made the difference. He even hooked up with some of his frequents, and yet, as he fucked the living daylight out of them, his thoughts automatically turned to the beautiful woman who had an even more beautiful laugh.
When Billy went to bed, he heard it. Singled out, despite how loud the pool had been that day. In his dreams, he saw her, frolicking in the water with her friends. At work, his head would turn in anticipation every time a woman walked through that door.
But it was never her. And Billy wasn’t sure why, but he was petrified that it would never be her again.
It was almost the end of summer. The mysterious woman, Billy had convinced himself, was nothing but a heat-of-the-summer hallucination. It made sense to him, because never had a single woman captivated him so much. Never had a laugh been so attractive to him.
He had but a few more shifts before the pool shut down. It saved the water bills since school was starting in a few weeks and the kids would stop coming.
Billy was glad for that. He didn’t like kids. He never had. They were just stupid little shitheads as far as he was concerned.
He was shaken from his thoughts when, all of a sudden he heard it. That same melodic laugh. His entire body swerved, and even when he realized he was looking right at that same woman who had captured him solely by existing, he was sure it was a hallucination.
It was the same routine as last time. She returned to the same beach chair with her friends. It was so robotic that he had a hard time understanding if she was even real. And, even when the same ‘lardo’ was running around the pool, he didn’t notice. He was too enamored by the woman.
And then, she jumped in the water. Some of her friends began giggling and laughing, nudging her in the water. Her cheeks flushed, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder what for. That was, at least, until a friend motioned Billy’s way. He seized up.
Why was he nervous? The woman’s eyes flickered over his direction before turning away, abashed. Billy was always so confident. And yet, he was so worried about what she thought of him. Did she think he was attractive? Creepy? Did she think anything at all about him?
The sunglasses slid down the rim of his nose, revealing his azure eyes. The woman’s gaze returned to Billy, but this time, she didn’t look away immediately. They maintained steady eye contact much to her friends’ joy. And to Billy’s. A smirk grew on his face and he sent a quick wink.
But that was enough for her to look away. Billy’s heart froze, and he replayed the moment in his head. Had he done something wrong? Was she just nervous? Did she even like him in the slightest?
The idea of her thinking lowly of him struck him with annoyance. Just the thought of her not reciprocating the tornado of attraction he felt for her made his head pound. His smirk faded, but he continued to watch as she swam and relaxed.
Occasionally, she’d glance back at him.
Unlike last time though, she and her friends stayed until closing time. They were just packing up their things as Billy blew the whistle, announcing that is was time to close. Those who were still there were panicking, but the woman and her friends were slow and carefree. She kept glancing his way, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder if this was his in.
He couldn’t stop himself as his feet trotted in her direction. All of her friends turned, and the beautiful woman was the last to do so, a blush rising to her cheeks. They watched and waited as he approached. Billy was on autopilot and his gaze never removed himself from her. 
When he was but a few feet away, he stopped. The women erupted into giggles, all except her. Billy wished she would’ve. He gulped down the residual anxiety. He greeted,” Hey there, ladies. Have a good time?”
“Oh, yes,” one of the nameless friends answered. “Y/n here’s really been enjoying the view.”
Y/n. That was her name. Billy’s eyes flickered back to her, and the woman shrunk away in embarrassment, a small smile creeping to her face. The man felt accomplished. Such a gorgeous woman was as attractive to him as he was to her. Her friends giggled, but he tuned out all of their voices, eyes boring into Y/n.
Y/n was shy. That much was plain, and she knew it. In fact, the handsome lifeguard was the reason she hadn’t been around the pool. Last time, she swore she would’ve drowned herself just for him to save her if her friends hadn’t been taking up the majority of her attention.
“The feeling’s mutual,” Billy slurred, lips upturning.
His bare chest glistened from residual sunscreen as he crossed his arms, eyeing Y/n up and down with an almost predatory gaze. Her friends nudged her forward, and Y/n siloed slowly, her doe eyes meeting his. “A - and what’s your name?”
“Billy Hargrove… Maybe this is being a little too forward uh, but if you aren’t doing anything now, it would be my pleasure to take a pretty little thing like you, Y/n, out to dinner. Maybe Chinese, maybe Enzo’s…”
Billy tried to keep his cool but in all honesty, he didn’t know how he’d react if he was told no. However ,he’d never have to find out, because the gorgeous woman accepted instantly, her face flushed and her friends giggling like elementary school girls. In all honesty, when her and Billy went out that night, too, they hit it off.
And not in the sense that Billy always aimed for. Before he’d met Y/n L/n, he’d rather vomit than get to know a woman. He always tried to get in their pants as quickly as possible, cutting to the chase. It was always the same routine; flowery, gentlemanly compliments, maybe a ghosting brush of their thigh, mentioning how beautiful they were.
And from then on, they were putty in his hands. And Billy preferred it that way. At least until he found himself in a deep conversation with the woman. They were friendly and they had a new type of chemistry. Of course, the physical attraction was there. But, for the first time, Billy’s main focus was getting her to laugh.
Every word that left her mouth, Billy couldn’t help but memorize. Her favorite color. Her family members. The music she listened to. Every word that passed her lips, Billy wanted to hear.
And he never thought that his goals from just wanting a one-night-stand and a woman to bend to his every whim would change. And yet, by the end of that first date it had. Because never had his heart beat so erratically from a kiss on the cheek. And never had he let the word ‘girlfriend’ fall from his lips.
Y/n was head over heels for Billy Hargrove. Something about him was just too good to be true. He had the appearance of a god, from his soft curly hair to strong physique. He was a good conversationalist and frequently flowered her with compliments she often wondered if she deserved. He insisted on being the one to pay for dates and flourish her bedroom with personalized gifts.
She had no complaints. And, as weeks passed, they became months. Billy was the perfect boyfriend. The only issues, though, became more and more prominent as time passed. The focus was always her. And there was always something off and disingenuous about his behavior. It was like he was restraining himself solely to fit her expectations. Plus she barely knew anything about his home life, his family, his previous relationships. All she knew was that he did have a house somewhere in Hawkins.
And, despite how he climbed through her dorm or apartment window every night she’d never been there. He knew he had a sister, but she’d never met her. She knew so many things, but even though Billy had already met the parents upon his request, she wasn’t allowed to meet his.
That is, until one day, he agreed. 
“Yeah, sure, princess. Uh, I’ll just let my mom know and she can whip up some sort of dinner.”
Y/n released an overjoyed gasp, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and bringing him into a warm hug. Unbeknownst to her, Billy’s heart beat erratically in his chest, even after all this time. However, it wasn’t just from being touched by her. It was from nervousness.
The entire time, he’d been putting up a facade. As much as he tried he knew that it was only her that received special treatment. As far as he cared, everyone else in his life was total shit and wasn’t worthy. But Y/n wouldn’t agree with that notion and he knew that. And, if Max was home, he knew he’d have to threaten her to keep quiet about his habits. To convince his girlfriend that he as just as angelic to everyone else.
To Y/n he wasn’t a player. He wasn’t a sex addict. He wasn’t an alcoholic. He wasn’t abusive.
But to everyone else, that’s exactly what he was.
When he came home with the news ,his mom as ecstatic. She took the evening off work just to meet her. Max was just as surprised, almost angry. She thought he was bullshitting. So, Billy made sure to buy her silence. ‘Buy’ as in threaten to crack her skateboard in half if she mentioned anything about how shitty of a guy he was. Max said she couldn’t care less about his personal life, and that was the end of that.
Billy pulled up to Y/n’s building just as she was walking dow the sidewalk toward him. She wore a light dress, something that Billy hoped to tear off later tonight in his bedroom. She had the irreplaceable bounce in her step that was even more attractive, and her expression was so carefree.
Just by seeing her, it was like all the weight of his past slid down his back.
They arrived at his house. Y/n was caught off guard by the fact that it was some shitty trailer. She didn’t mind, but she couldn’t help but feel bad that, even though he lacked in finances, he spent so much money on her. She sent him a reassuring grin and into the house they went.
Y/n heard clamoring from the kitchen. She was quick to check it out, not even taking off her shoes. Standing there, with a pot spilled on the floor, was the mother. She seemed agitated, but the moment she heard people walking in, she seized up in horror.
From behind the woman, Billy’s glare was boring into her. His fists clenched. He couldn’t control himself. “God, woman, you can’t do anything right.”
Y/n blanked in that moment. She’d never heard his voice so deep and cruel almost as though he got off to watching his loved ones fail. Y/n had never seen him even slightly angry, either. The mom apologized profusely, but Y/n went to her side.
“Billy! How could you say that?” Y/n scolded. “It’s nothing. Uh, I’m Y/n L/n! His girlfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
The mother was caught off guard by her sincerity. Her kindness scared the woman. She couldn’t help but wonder if Billy was treating her right, but from how restrained he was - yes, not screaming at the top of his lungs was considered restraint -, he worried he’d trapped her into thinking he was a good man.
Yes, Billy was her son. She loved him unconditionally. But it didn’t take much to put two and two together to realize he was a stark replica of the man she married.
Because of the mishap, dinner didn’t start until seven. Billy was primarily dead silent while the two women chattered and got to know each other. The more mom learned about Y/n, the more she saw herself in her. And the more she realized it was like Billy copy and pasted her relationship with her ex-husband. It was only a matter of time before things went down the drain.
“…I’m actually studying —“
Y/n was interrupted by the slamming of the front door. In came a teenage girl, no more than sixteen. She had bright red hair and a few scratches on her cheeks. She wore rather ripped up clothes, but judging from the skateboard tucked under her armpit, all the bruises and scratches meant that she’d stumbled and fallen off.
“Max, dear, I’m so glad you made it back in time!” mom chirped almost in relief. “Why don’t you join us?”
Max, while kicking off her shoes, didn’t make any eye contact. “No thanks.”
Y/n’s brows furrowed, and Billy noticed. Y/n also noticed how stiff the household was. How, even if the mother was a doll and Max was too young, the house had a lingering stench of beer. How tense the family was, and it was seemingly because of Billy’s presence. She was starting to wonder if Billy Hargrove really was too good to be true.
Billy clasped his hands together and a smile that almost looked like a sneer stretched across his cheeks. “Max, I’d like it if you met my girlfriend. It would mean a lot if you, my cute little sister, got along with this sweet gem of mine, huh?”
Max seized up, and Y/n could see that she didn’t want to be here. Suspicion wracked her body and she didn’t want to, but she was starting to put two and two together. Neither his mother or his sister enjoyed Billy’s presence, and that worried her to no end. She was growing nervous with each awkward glance they sent the man.
“Uh, sure,” Max reluctantly agreed. There was a deafening silence that fell over as Max sat down at the table, casting her gaze away to her plate and nothing else. And that’s when Y/n noticed. From beside her, Billy was glaring venomously into both Max and his mother. And both were trembling. Not wildly, but enough that it was so very noticeable.
“U - um, it’s nice to meet you, Max. Billy, here, barely tells me anything. I hope we can become friends,” Y/n kindly offered, sending her a strained smile.
Max looked up, a sympathetic smile bracing her face. Y/n’s heart had yet to slow because there was something terrifying about the environment. No, not the environment, but about Billy. “Y - yeah… You know, uh, Billy’s never had a girlfriend before, so… it’s pretty surprising.”
“Oh! That surprises me, really,” Y/n tittered, glancing anxiously at the man. Billy sent her a quick grin, but there was something disingenuous about it. “He’s such a charmer, after all…”
“Thanks, babe,” Billy hummed, exchanging glances between his two family members. “I’m just that head over heels for ya, huh?”
Max suddenly snickered, and there was a fire in her eyes. “Are you kidding? You’ve got to be shitting me —“
“Max, please,” her mother pleaded, only to be cut off again.
Max, having seemingly lost her temper, rose to her feet and slammed her fists into the table. “No! This asshole’s pretty much brainwashed her into thinking he’s a good guy. Right, Billy? Y/n, I don’t know what you think he’s like, but he literally brings a chic over every weekend for a good time. He drinks like crazy. He’s a total dick —“
“You fucking bitch!” Billy roared, his entire expression morphing into a dangerous fury. One fist slammed into the table and the other snatched up his plate that was still covered in food and threw it at the young girl. Y/n couldn’t help but scream in horror, and Max was thrown into the wall behind her. The mother screamed in horror, falling back in her seat and rushing over the child.
Just like that, Y/n knew the truth about Billy Hargrove. He was too good to be true. He was an awful, terrible man, and Yn felt ashamed for falling for the facade. Chaos had opened up in the household, and everyone was horrified. Billy had lost his temper completely, revealing his true self to the woman he was in love with. But he was too angry to realize he fucked things up.
Max was bleeding and some shards of glass were poking from her skin. She was sobbing loudly while the mother was clutching her to her chest. Y/n pushed her seat away as Billy threw his chair back. Only as Y/n stood did Billy’s glare shift to her.
And that’s when he realized. His anger faded into vague regret, and he reached out to her. Y/n screamed again, although not as gut-wrenching as before. She tripped on her foot and fell to the ground. Billy stalked over to her and leaned down.
“Princess, this isn’t what you think it is,” he seethed, offering her a hand. “I just think we should head out —“
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Y/n shrieked, kicking him in the groin. 
Billy yelped and ended up leaning back on the table clutching at his would. Just like that, all the anger returned, more fiery than before. Y/n stumbled to her feet and crawled over to the mother and daughter. Both of them were sobbing, almost as though they expected this would happen. Y/n felt terrible for not picking up on the signs sooner.
But Billy did a good job at hiding them, and Y/n knew it was hardly her fault Billy Hargrove was a terrible person. The mother, with wide eyes, turned to Y/n. She shakily cried,” Call the police. Please, dear! Max, my sweet baby s - she’s bleeding too much —“ She broke down into more sobs, and Y/n knew that was what was right.
“You pathetic whore,” Billy hissed. “You never give a shit, but now that there’s a nice little guest to impress, you give a shit? God, I never should’ve let you meet her. All of you are fucking ridiculous! Y/n get your ass off the floor. Right. Fucking. Now!”
She didn’t even get the chance to do anything. A screech escaped her lips as she was yanked up by her collar and dragged across the floor. Sobs escaped and she clawed at her neck and Billy’s rough, callous hands. She was pulled even further away, out into the hallway. Before she could try and writhe free, Billy suddenly threw her body into the wall.
Her neck and back were positioned awkwardly and before she could even adjust herself, a foot slammed into her stomach. A cry escaped her lips as Billy loomed over. She pawed at his foot, but it was hardly able to do much against the seething man.
She thought he’d hurt her more. And yet, as he towered over her small form, the anger seemed to fade and his expression became more and more distressed. His frown deepened and he looked so very hurt, even if he was the perpetrator. He began trembling and removed his foot, just long enough for Y/n to curl up into a ball on her side, bawling her eyes out.
Billy, realizing how badly he fucked everything up, collapsed on his knees beside her. “Fuck! Y/n, baby, princess. I’m so sorry. I - I didn’t mean to, I swear! It’s just a heat of the moment thing, and - and my family is just a bunch of fucking pussies who need to be put in their places —“
“Y - you’re a monster!” Y/n hiccuped, pushing Billy away limply.
Billy’s heart shattered into a hundred pieces on the spot. He peered over his shoulder, only to realize that Max’s bloody body had slumped onto the floor, barely visible, and his mother was nowhere in sight. He gulped, hearing his mother’s distant, pleading voice. Things had gone so terribly wrong. But, as he looked back at the traumatized love of his life, he bit the inside of his cheek.
He wasn’t going to let his family get in between him and Y/n. He just couldn’t. After such a horrible childhood, an unloved life, he couldn’t just her leave him. Billy knew he had to change, and he had. For her. Because Y/n was worthy of being treated like the royalty she was. She just didn’t understand that he wasn’t a bad guy. He loved her with ever fibre of his being.
“Fuck… Y/n, we need to go. Okay, babe? Th - these assholes keep trying to get between us. I won’t let them. We can move cross country for all I fucking care. I love you, princess, okay? We need to leave —“
Billy fell silent when he heard heard a quiet, pained squeak from Y/n. Billy instantly cupped her cheeks, shaking her head. She looked like was going to faint from fright at any moment, and her breaths were labored as his. He swiped her cheeks lovingly, eyes flitting over her entire body.
“I - I…”
“Yes, baby? It’s okay, everything’s okay. What is it?”
“I hate you.”
Billy’s brain blanked. He hadn’t been expecting that. One part of him was writhing in agony. He wanted to die right on the spot. But the other part of him, which completely overpowered anything sympathetic and understanding within him, was consumed with rage. His jaw clenched. His grip on her face became painfully so and only when Y/n released a yelp of pain, did he realize what he was doing. 
He grit his teeth and stood abruptly. All he saw was red. It was his fucking sister’s fault. If she just kept her dirty whore mouth shut, he knew things had gone smoothly. Tonight would’ve been the night where Billy could’ve abandoned his own ways. He could’ve committed completely to Y/n, because she could’ve been - no, she was - his everything.
He just needed something a little extra to satiate his sexual whims. But, instead, things had gone so terribly wrong. It was his fucking family’s fault. He should’ve known it was a bad idea. But when Y/n keeps begging with those gorgeous doe eyes of her’s… he melted.
He turned. He could hear his mother screeching to the police on the phone, and he knew what he had to do. His shitty whore mother left him without any choices. He dashed across the trailer until he located his small bedroom. Y/n was confused as to what he was doing but she more than glad to be away from his presence.
She was scared. So very scared. The front door was right there and she could run for help. But she’d feel so terrible if she abandoned the family of two. Max was unconscious on the floor and she hoped it was because she just fainted from fright and not from the wounds. The house was a mess. However, she knew that at least the police were on their way.
She used the wall for support as she dragged herself off the ground. She wasn’t nearly as battered and bruised as the others, but the mental agony of it all was enough to make it hard to walk. She limped over to the kitchen, only to find the mother scouring the kitchen until she found a first aid kit. Y/n collapsed in front of the young girl and pulled her onto her lap, swiping the food-covered hair out of her face.
“Max,” Y/n whispered, barely audible. A few of her tears plopped onto the girl beneath her, and she wiped the away out of embarrassment. 
The mother fell the ground beside her. She opened the kit and began grabbing cotton balls and dousing them with alcohol. Y/n watched warily, almost having forgotten that Billy existed in the first place. She couldn’t help but wonder if he made a run for his life, knowing he’d get arrested.
However, all that changed when she heard the cock of a gun. Y/n and her froze, eyes slowly drifting up.
Standing by the front door aggressively was Billy. He was completely unhinged with fury. He had his trembling hand on the trigger. His glare was deadly. And the gun in particular was pointed at his poor, lovely mother. His glare was solely remaining on her.
“Billy, please,” his mother choked. “Just drop —“
The gunshot echoed in the small household. Blood splattered and a bullet lodged into the woman’s head. A scream bubbled in Y/n’s throat but didn’t release. She could barely see and her ears echoed and rang loudly. Beside her, the woman collapsed her body hitting the leg of the table. The life drained instantly, leaving Y/n sat beside a corpse while an unconscious child was in her lap.
And she feared that she was next.
Suddenly, a harsh arm grabbed her shoulder. The scream finally escaped, and although she couldn’t see properly, she knew was was happening. Billy had grabbed her, violently so, and was pulling her across the floor once more. Y/n’s legs didn’t work. It was like her bod had shut down completely.
“Stand the fuck up, Y/n,” Billy hissed. “We’re leaving. Do you understand? We ned to go, okay? Cooperate or I’ll kill that bitch, too! So stand the fuck up!”
Y/n finally released a sob. She could barely see, but she forced herself to stand. Billy immediately caged her in his arms, and although once upon a time, the hug would’ve been warm and loving, the cold gun digging into her back was a sore reminder of the reality she was in. Y/n’s head fell into the crook of her neck, and she released sob sobs. Her entire body ached with pain.
Billy’s anger seemed to dissipate. The hand that held the gun reached for her hair trailed it down the back of her hair and some hushes released. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe. We can be happy now. We don’t need anyone else. All you need is me, princess, and all I need is you, okay?”
“B - Billy, stop,” Y/n sobbed. “I hate you.”
“Oh, you don’t mean that, princess. Thing’s’ll be good for us now. I promise. Look at me.”
He pushed Y/n’s head away cupping her cheek. Her body was so limp. His azure eyes sparkled in joy as he looked over the woman, his heart beating happily. He still gripped the gun tightly and it pressed against the side of her head. There was a sleazy smirk that pulled against his features that Y/n once would’ve called handsome.
But, as everyone knows, the devil is a gentleman. And Y/n was certain she was staring at him right in the face.
Billy was quick to drizzle butterfly kissed along her jaw. It was soft, and yet there was an unbridled passion laying hidden beneath the surface. Y/n shut her eyes tightly, wishing nothing but for everything to stop. She hurt so badly. It all did. 
And then, his actions ceased. In the distance, sirens played. Billy heard them. And, as he pulled away and examined Y/n’s expression, the reality of the situation snuck in. He was either dead or fucked. The police were there. And he couldn’t make his escape if Y/n would be so unwilling to leave with him.
She hated him.
But he loved her with every fibre of his being.
“I love you,” he muttered genuinely.
Billy nuzzled his nose against her one last time before pressing a kiss to her lips. It was urgent. Needy. And Y/n realized it was his way of saying good-bye. Perhaps he would leave her and run. Or perhaps he would kill her. Or perhaps…
The sirens were right outside. Billy pulled away. The moment he took a step back, Y/n’s legs became jelly and she crumbled to the ground. However, she didn’t pass out. She watched adamantly, vision clearing just enough to watch Billy’s panicked movements. 
Billy looked so stern and serious. He was resigning himself to what would happen if he lived. Or not. And, as he cocked the gun again, he but glanced at the love of his life.
Shakily, he raised the gun to the side of his head. 
It hurt him. She looked so broken and sad. And yet, so beautiful. He was certain he was in love with her the moment he first laid eyes on her. How could he not? Her doe eyes, crying or not, were stunning. So was her quiet giggles. So was the way she nuzzled against him when they cuddled each night. She was the vision of perfection. An angel.
And he was just some shitbag that was living in an undeserved paradise.
The guilt hit him all at once. He watched, though, as Y/n reached limply in his direction. However, she hardly tried. There was banging sounding from the front door, and people were shouting. It was about to burst down. And it was Billy’s last chance to do what was right.
At least he could die happy, looking at the most perfect woman in the world.
And, as the front door burst down, he pulled the trigger.
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⟬ Childhood Comrades ⟭
Henry Creel x Reader
Chapter 1
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Summary: Born with the wealth anyone can just dream of. Big house, luxury cars, lots of toys, dresses, getting in rich schools, etc. Then a new neighbor came in, you plan to make friends with their children, but there's this one particular creepy kid that caught your attention.
A/N: I read a story like this. {idk how to tag(˘・_・˘) } Her fanfic inspired me to write one like hers( ◜‿◝ )♡
Word count: 1.3K words.
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Summer break...
1959
Hawkins, Indiana 6:00 p.m.
It was summer break for your school, everyone was on vacation, leaving their houses for weeks, children's excited screams in your neighborhood, teens driving their cars, typical summer days.
You? lying on the sofa for God knows how long. Your family was branded as one of the richest people on the list, people nor police officers dare to speak ill behind your backs as they would face severe punishments in return.
"I heard we have a new neighbor coming today" I get up, "Oh, yes, yes, we do have, I heard they were also listed as a wealthy family too." Diane laughs.
"Shouldn't we give them a something as a welcoming gift?" She leans to my father.
After mother died, father has been collecting gold-digging sluts from around the town. Party here and party there. It seems that mother was the only one working for their relationship. Diane was the only one that stayed long and even considered me as her daughter.
"I'll come." I approach them. Diane looks at me.
"That's a very good idea, I'll bake them a cake while Y/N can give it to them!" she beams. I only volunteered to do this seeing that I have nothing to do in this hell hole.
{Holy Time Skip}
"Here" Diane hands me a home-made cake of hers. "Make sure to be polite to them ok?" She pats my head. Diane sure looks mesmerizing on the outside ,but, if I don't be careful, she can stab me in the back and all I know is that I am now in the streets begging for food and pennies.
"Sure, sure". I proceed to head to the designated target, their house was just 5 blocks from us, It was huge but not too huge that it'll surpass mine. ╰(‵□′)╯
The house was colored blue with white as the secondary color. It had a fancy parking lot, and a big backyard with a playground as the front yard.
~Ding, Dong~ ╰(*°▽°*)╯
"Oh? good evening darling" A woman appeared before me, most likely in her 30's.
She has a short auburn colored hair with a headband secured to it, wearing a baby blue dress that sways when a breeze comes by. Blue eyes that shimmers upon the moonlight.
"Are you okay little girl?" she waves her hands. "O-oh I'm sorry, this-" I show her the cake, "This is a welcoming gift from my..".
"My mom" I internally cringe as it left my mouth. "Oh thank you dear, this looks delicious, why don't you come in?" she opens the door wider. "Oh, no need Mrs. ?"
"Virginia, Virginia Creel" She shakes my hand. "No need for that Mrs. Creel" I chuckle.
"It's getting late, I just needed to give it to you" "Well- if you insist, but please visit us again, I'd love to introduce my children to you" She waves goodbye and closes the door.
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"So how was it?" Father glances to me. "It was fine." I replied. "Give me the details" He flips a page of his newspaper.
"The lady that handled the cake was nice to me, she was so pretty." Diane chuckles. "Did she like my cake?". "She did, she looked so happy.."
"She looks like mothe-". Before I could even finish, ather intruded.
"Don't ever mention her in front of me" he grips my mouth along with my chin. Tears threaten to slide down my eyes but I won't let it, no one wants a person who just cries easily as babies does.
"Understand?" He tightens his hold. "Father-.. It hurts-" I stammer.
"DO.YOU.UNDERSTAND!" He retorted. Fucking bitch. I thought.
"Y-yes father" I quickly nod. "Go to your room before I do anything worse" he loosens his grip.
"Old fucking man has the guts to do that" I hissed as I run upstairs.
"You didn't have to do that hun" Diane consoled.
He has been like this ever since mother died, Whoever mentions her or even at least describes her in some way he'll get mad just like now.
I lie down my bed and slowly drift of to wonderland.
{Time Skip}
7:34 a.m.
Hawkins, Indiana. L/N Estate. {Note: Think of anything you want to wear but in the 1950's era dynamic}
I woke up in a good mood whilst what happened last night. I groggily stand up and made my way to clothe myself. I wore my usual attire in this hot summer.
I went down and was met with a sight of a bountiful breakfast. "Oh? Good Morning Y/N" Diane wipes her hands on her apron.
"Morning" I yawn. "Your Father went to a business trip". "What? why so sudden?" I scratch my head.
"Yes, I was also shocked that the office called last night, they said it was urgent" she says as she hands me a piece of bread. "Thanks" I really love it when Diane cooks for us, her food tastes like a 100 star restaurant. q(≧▽≦q)
"By the way.." She looks at me "Hm?"
"I have to go somewhere later, so you'll have to take care of yourself".
"Sure. But when will you be back?"
"I'll be home at 4 afternoon, make sure to eat ok?" I nod.
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"Goodbye" I wave. I continue to watch her as she disappears from my sight.
"I'm bored!" A girl's voice complained. "Then go play with your dolls" then a boy's voice chimes in. I peek through the thin hedges between the houses and saw two children. One playing with dolls and another one reading a book on a swing.
"Children.." I smirk.
I sneak behind the boy's back just to make sure he doesn't run away the moment he sees me.
"Hello" I pat the his shoulder. He turns around with a small frown plastered on his face.
"What's your name?" Damn, I sound like a kidnapper, I thought.
"Why would I tell you my name?" He raises one of his eyebrows. "My name is Y/N L/N, I live just 5 blocks from your house" I held out my hand but he refused it.
"You gave your name to an unknown stranger, how pathetic" he rolls his eyes. I gloom over how he couldn't just answer my DAMN QUESTION! I slowly retreat back to my house when he called for me.
"Henry" He uttered still looking at his book. "Henry Creel".
My eyes glimmer back as he answers, "Would you like to play with me!" I beamed as I approach him, "No".
"What's the book your reading?".
"None of your business"
"Can I get on the swing?"
"I got here first".
I finally made a friend.
A/N: part 2 coming soon😍
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hellothereimaloser · 2 years
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Fanart dump for Stranger Things cause why not 🥺✨
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penguinsravioli · 2 years
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The way a lot of ppl get mad at Lucas for his season 4 activities like he literally wasn't bullied for being a black kid. A DARKSKIN AT THAT. like I understand where's he's coming from and nobody seemed to catch into the fact he only wanted to be popular cause he didn't wanna be bullied.
He even said "I want you guys to be popular too! So we can all live a good life" Like his intentions werent even poor he just wanted a better life.
And Mike is complete bullshit for telling Will "don't join another party" AND THEN JOINS ANOTHER PARTY IN SEASON 4 LIKE FUCK YOU. I dunno why Will made it seem like Mike was the heart when he's really not. WILL MADE THE GROUP. WILL HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE HEART
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allofusaredeadsimp · 11 months
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Desperate II
HEYYY Guys! I haven't posted in to long! So many things to do! But thank you, all of you, who reacted and followed me. It means the world to me! SOOO, here is, FINALLY, Part 2 of "Desperate".
It hurts. That's the first thing you thing when you wake up. You slowly open your eyes, rubbing the strange sleep and drowning sensation that something is horribly wrong, and that staying asleep might chase it all a way. You open your eyes anyway, though, and stare right into On-Jo's eyes. "Yah!", you yell, heart pace quickening, then slowly returning to normal upon recognizing your best friend. You suddenly laugh, remembering how horrified you were, just what felt like mere moments ago. "You would not believe the dream I had today! I was walking down the hall, and was attacked and...", you trail off, eyes taking in the room around you. On-Jo, Ji-Min, Na-Yeon, Su-Hyeok, I-Sak, Dae-Su, Gyeong-Su, Nam-Ra, and Cheong-San, the latter sporting a nastly-looking gash, and all not looking good. "What.. no, no no no no no nonononono".
There was no way, that that anything you experienced in the last hour was real. No way. There couldn't be.. things, ravaging your school, killing people, EATING, people. But you were smart. Smart enough not to deny it. And even smarter enough, to believe it. "When?", you croak, throat tired, the drowsiness becoming a luxury that you wish you could return to. But you were wide awake now. You stand up, dusting your skirt, in a way that makes you recall the last hour. Slowly, your hands find their way back to your sides. "Not to long ago", replies On-Jo, handing you a cheap, crinkly plastic cup of water. "Well, honestly, we don't know exactly when, but we know that it was some time before lunch", Su-Hyeok jumps in, popping his back of the wall, and coming over to help you to your feet. You feel your heart shatter as you stand. What would your Mother and father think? How much they would worry, and what if.."This isn't just in the school? I mean, what if? If it's happening here, then how can we assume it isn't happening elsewhere, too? like back home?", I-Sak speaks your thoughts. You look around you again, as the room falls into a knowing silence.
"Gyeong-Su, close the door more tightly you big oaf!", you hear Na-yeon's high pitched and nasally voice yell. You all turn from you designated spots in the classroom, looking over at the young boy. You seem to notice this kind of stuff at times like these. How young everyone is. How no one is yet deserving to die. "I am! And don't think you have a place to talk, you snobby, spoiled girl!", Gyeong-Su snaps back. "What did you just call me!?", "Alright everyone, enough yelling. There are people going crazy, there is no time for bickering", Cheong-San interjects, but the two adolescents ignore him, opting for their bickering, instead. "Well, at least I'm not a poor rat!" "EXCUSE ME!?", you sigh, sharing a look with the girls, while the rest of the people in the room try to break the two apart. "I HATE YOU!" "And i don't? the feelings MUTUAL, honey!". You roll your eyes, but in the process you notice something. And open latch. A broken window, a gap, where there shouldn't be. You dash up, running to close it, catching everyone's eyes, and stopping the bickering in the process. But before you can, the door is slammed open, knocking the wind out of you. You fall back, already knowing that the person behind this door, they, were going to be trouble.
YASSSS! Finally got around to posting this! I sincerely hope you guys like it! I want to be able to get back to posting! Please interact, and FOLLOW! It helps the motivation! Oh, and requesting does too, 🤭.
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j-joopes · 1 year
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Surrender
Hawk x Reader
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Summary: When the reader steals the remote right from Hawk's hands after a day of training, he utilises his greatest weapon against her.
(478 words - Sorry it's short)
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“Give it back”
“No”
Hawk sighed, rolling his eyes at the petulant twelve-year-old sitting in front of him. He’d just been sitting on the sofa, after a long day of training at Miyagi-Do, bingeing some random show on Netflix. He’d been sitting there for about an hour, when Y/n had come skipping down the hall, coming up behind him and plucking the remote from his hand.
“I know where it is”
She stared at him, confused. “Of course you do! It’s right here in my hand!”
“I’m not talking about the remote” He smirked as she cocked her head to the side and creased her eyebrows.
“What are you talking about?”
He took a few steps closer, until he was right in front of her, and crouched down – their faces were mere inches away from each other.
He leaned closer, and whispered in her ear. “Your death spot”
Her head whipped round, and she stared, terrified, at him. Time stood still for a few seconds, as Y/n waited excruciatingly for his attack, and just when she thought that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t attack…he attacked.
Pushing her down on the couch, he went straight for the kill, pulling her arms away from her sides and sticking one finger in each underarm, wriggling them mercilessly.
She shrieked and instantly burst into loud, uncontrollable belly laughter.
“NooOOOOOOHOHOHO HAWK!”
He laughed with her as he sped up his torture, using all five fingers in his attack.
“I – I’M SOOOHOOHOOORRRYYYYY! PLEEEEAAASSSE!”
Hawk could see she was struggling for breath, so he slowed down, but still used one hand to scribble lightly over her stomach and sides. She giggled hysterically while greedily sucking in air.
“Are you gonna give me back the remote now?” He raised an eyebrow as he towered over her, smirking in amusement at her squirming under his fingers.
“Neeheeehheeveerr!” She burst out between giggles, arching her back as he lightly traced shapes across her spine.
“NEVER?!”
She let out an ear-piercing scream as he leant down and blew a massive raspberry on her stomach, whilst simultaneously scratching at her underarms.
“HAAAAAHAHAAAAWWWWWWKKKKKKK!! PLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSE”
“I’ll stop if you give me back the remote” He smirked, as she shook her head frantically and dug her heels into the couch cushion.
“Really?! Still?” He blew another raspberry, keeping his head down but still looking up at her face to gauge her reaction.
After another five full minutes of this, she convulsed before going limp and falling into silent laughter. Tears of mirth spilled from her eyes, down her tomato-red cheeks.
Hawk stopped at this, but remained, chuckling, towering over her as she recovered from his brutal attack.
“How about now?”
She panted and nodded shyly, the blush slowly fading from her cheeks. He scooped her up, and to reward Y/n for her sacrifice, they compromised, and ended up watching something they both loved.
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sofsversion · 2 years
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stranger things 4 has forced me to acknowledge my issues. i would've done anything for 001.
the power imbalance and height disparity in the scene with eleven? i was blushinggg
i would've gone with him, no questions asked tyvm
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aehr-canter · 2 years
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honoloulita · 2 years
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what if au where Eddie and Chrissy get married and leave hawkings but every year they come back during the holidays (either easter or summer) and they visit Dustin and the others. What's more when Chrissy gets pregrant they make Dustin his godfather and uncle.
P.S. he names it after his favourite dnd character
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bitchyglitterfox · 2 years
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The Siren and The Fairy - Robin x F!Reader
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Summary: A fairy and a siren meet nightly at their rendezvous despite the pleas of friends from both sides.
A/N: So this is me a first-time poster but an avid reader here on Tumblr, anywho this is an obvious AU for Hawkins's fav babysitter club turned into mystical creatures! also let me know what you liked and what I can do better in the future! I might make this a mini-series where I make the Hawkin's babysitter club creatures but not corresponding ya know?
Warnings: Smut, so if you're under 18 ill have vecna steal your knee caps! Fingering(F receiving) Reader x siren!Robin, siren lore spoken about, Forbinen love, gendered language, I think that's it
Word Count: 1.2k
Night, my favorite time of day. When the stars come out and all the humans are asleep, I am able to sneak away to the sea in order to see my lover Robin. 
“Are you going to see that Siren again?”  Nancy asks just as I’m about to leave the forest.
“No, what would make you think I would go see a siren?” I say laughing nervously while also trying not to act suspicious however failing horribly. 
“I’ve followed you once or twice, I see the love you have for her but you know how dangerous they are, they lure you in with their voices, and besides there are humans who are always coming into dock at this time of night!” she yells slightly, my eyes widen as I place my hand over her mouth to keep her from waking the others or anyone who may have prying ears.
“She isn’t, she is kind and caring and she loves me.” I say narrowing my eyes at her, “I’m a grown woman Nance, I can protect myself.” 
“I just worry about you. Just be back before the humans wake at sunrise.” 
“I promise to be back before then.” I give her one more smile before flying out of the forest towards the bay. The smell of the sea air let me know I am close to the bay and closer to Robin, my sweet Robin. Such a sweetheart. We first met a year ago on a night quite like this. I was out by the sea, enjoying the air when I heard a splash and a pained yelp.
I went over to see what creature had been hurt when I saw a siren’s tail trapped in a fisherman’s net and a rather large gash on her chest. My eyes trailed up to be met with the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever gazed upon. 
“Let me help you,” I say leaning down to cut him free.
“No, I don't take help from humans,” she said slightly moving away from me.
“Well that makes two of us, I’m not a human either, I’m a fairy. You cant tell because I am currently in my human form.” I say taking a knife from my bag and cutting the ropes, “There, now I have something for that gash on your chest, do you think you could change into your human form and lean against the rock?” 
“I can’t, we can’t change if we are severely injured.” she says wincing while scooting back against the rock, “Can I know the name of the Fairy who saved me?”
“My name is Y/n and what might your name be siren?” I ask while grabbing the herbs from my bag, “This will sting a bit.”
“My name is Robin, ah that hurts! What is that?” she says gripping my arm.
“I told you it would, they are herbs from the forest, they have magical healing properties, just watch,” I say gently as I pull my hand away and watch as the large gash on her chest heals, it looks as if there was never a gash there, to begin with.
“You are incredible,” she says in awe.
“You are too, um, you aren't going to seduce me and then kill me right?” I say blushing since she still has a hold of my wrist.
“No, we don't do that with creatures only humans. Besides you saved my life, how could I do that to you? However the seducing could be arranged if you would like for me to give you a reward for saving me” she says smiling, causing me to blush.
From that moment on Robin and I would meet at that same spot by the sea in our human forms and just talk. Soon we began seeing each other not as friends but as lovers.
I pull myself out of my thoughts when the sound of the sea hits my ears. I fly down changing into my human form, my bare feet hit the soft ground, toes curling into the sand of the bay. I continue to the very rock where we met for the first time. I sit down with one knee crossed under my leg laying in the water. I see movement in the water and soon a figure jumps from the water, landing next to me on the rock is Robin in her human form. 
I turn my head slightly towards her and smile. Her presence always makes my heart flutter. She places her hand on my cheek and brings my face closer to hers. Our lips meet and mold together, almost as if they were puzzle pieces. I enjoy the salty way her lips taste while we kiss, I slide my tongue into her mouth and glide it over her tongue. We pull away from each other much to my distaste.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love,” she says as she grabs my hand and leads me back towards the meadow on the edge of the forest. 
“But you just saw me last night robin,” I kiss her again, “How much time do we have until you have to go back into the water?”
“Endless, as long as I have water from the Sea, I can stay out as long as I please. The necklace you made me allows me to have endless time now.” her lips attack mine hungrily as we both lay down. Her hands slide up my dress, gliding across the skin of my stomach. Her hands find my breasts as she begins to kneed them. A moan escapes my mouth as she begins their way to my down to my neck, marking me as her.
My hands find their way to her pants pulling them down. She pulls away from my neck allowing me to free myself from my dress. She aligns her fingers with my dripping pussy and gently thrusts in, I moan out of pleasure pulling her face to mine once again interlocking our lips. She begins to hook her fingers inside me hitting the sweet spot, her thumb rapidly rubbing against my nub.  
“I love you so much” she mumbles against my lips as she pushes faster.
“I love you too” I moan out, as my hands grip the grass surrounding me. 
Soon her thrusts become shorter and faster and I can feel a knot begin to form in my stomach.
“Alexaundra, faster, go faster” I moan out as I arch my back, soon feeling my release, I lay back down as we finish. She pulls out of me and sticks her glistening fingers in her mouth. 
“That is literally the hottest thing you have ever done,” I say biting my lip and stopping myself from moaning. 
 We lay there, arms wrapped around one another, looking at the stars above us. 
“Y/n my love, I want to ask you something,” she asks as she turns to face me.
“What is it my love,” I look at her, her face is wet from sweat, or is it from the sea, her beautiful face is enticing. 
“Ever since the day we met, I have felt drawn to you. I love you, what I am saying is, Y/n, will you marry me” She says pulling out a beautiful ring with a jewel the same color as the sea.
“Yes, Robin, I’ll marry you. I love you so much.” 
We stay laying in each other’s arms until the sun began to peek out from the horizon. We got dressed once more and went our separate ways. 
One being a creature of the forest, the other a creature of the sea, these two shouldn’t go together but when love is involved, anything is possible
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chezzywezzy · 2 years
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Yandere Eddie Munson Drabble
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“…I’m sorry. I’m flattered, really, but I just don’t really know you that well.”
The moment those words escaped her lips, Eddie was crestfallen. As confident as he tried to come off, leaning against the hallway just after club activities, in front of the love of his life, hearing those words were enough to make his small grin falter.
She didn’t know him.
Y/n, in her club outfit, couldn’t meet the man’s intense stare. She was fiddling with her shirt and her gaze was glued to the ground. The main indication of embarrassment, though, was that her cheeks flushed and darkened. At first, when Eddie was delivering his heavily recited confession, he took it as a good sign. But now, he realized that she was just trying to find her words.
Eddie cleared his throat and stood up straight. His body was rigid and his head was still digesting the revelation. Sure, it’s not like he’d ever had a real conversation with her before, but… Eddie had tried. He wrote secret admirer letters, too scared to reveal himself yet, and watched from a distance when Y/n opened them and became a blushing mess. He left small gifts, too, like when he noticed she needed some new pens and pencils. Sure, Eddie had never made it known that it was him leaving love letters and tokens of affection, but clearly, the woman had yet to realize. 
“Well, uh… I, uh - we can always… get to know each other,” he mumbled, his cheek flushing when he realized he’d have to grovel. “I just… I, uh, like you. A lot. And I’ve been the, uh, person leaving you stuff in your locker, and…”
Y/n deadpanned, and Eddie clammed up immediately. He shoved his hands into his ripped jean’s pockets, some of his rings still peaking out. He shuffled his foot against the ground, and he was sure he would have a heart attack if things didn’t go his way. He noticed how Y/n paled, though, and wondered if he finally got through to her.
She took a step back, clutching her schoolbag to her chest. She still couldn’t meet his eyes and grew even more tense. “O - oh. So that’s… you?”
“Uh, well, yeah. And I mean every word of it.”
Y/n could remember the first time she received one of the letters and gifts at the start of the school year. At first, her heart accelerated with excitement at the idea of someone having a crush on her. The handwriting was total chicken scratch and barely readable. And yet, the words were so flowery and beautiful, things she’d never been told before. 
‘I like the way you dress.’ 
‘You have a gorgeous smile.’
‘You have the most desirable personality.’
‘You look so cute when you’re with your friends.’
‘I’ve liked you for so long and I want to be something more.’
Y/n almost did fall for the secret admirer, so very tempted to leave a letter in exchange. And yet, that’s when she noticed. How, instead of sweet, general compliments, they became specific. Too specific. It made sense that it was a classmate of her’s, so she hardly minded the comments about her falling asleep in classes, but they became so much more.
‘I love it when you run your fingers through your hair.’
‘I overheard your conversation about the new song you like. I bought it as soon as I got home.’
‘I didn’t like the way Patrick was looking at you. I think he has a thing for you.’
‘I find it cute when you have a hard time changing your shirt in a rush for club time.’
And yet, still, she paid it no mind. Each morning, she tried going at school at a different time in hopes of catching who was responsible for being a complete stalker. And yet, no matter how early or late she arrived, it was always there. It was like they always knew where she was.
And then it became even worse. They were anxious, cruel, paranoid. The letters, instead of sweet compliments scrawled on torn notebook papers it became angry, jealous essays. The first few times it started happening, she read the letters. But what she read burned into her retinas and after a few days, she feigned an illness to get away from it.
She stopped reading them, but in a way, that made her even more scared.
‘Stop talking to Patrick. I don’t want to do anything rash because I love you, doll, but you make it hard to not beat the shit out of him.’
‘I don’t like how much you hang out with your friends. You’re too close to Max and Lucas. They have some shitty altier motive.’
‘I really wish you’d stop wearing teeshirts to school. Remind me to leave you one of my sweatshirts so you stop walking around with that much skin showing.’
‘I’m sorry I’m so jealous, doll. It’s just that we’re made for each other and I hate seeing anyone look at you. If I could, I’d burn out everyone else’s eyes so only I could see you.’
‘I love you.’
Y/n was petrified. For a while, she lived ignorantly although cautiously. She figured that if she stopped reading them, the letters would disappear. Her stalker would disappear. But, instead, here that stalker was. Standing in front of her as if they weren’t a complete psycho that threatened her. and her loved ones
When Eddie first confessed, she didn’t connect the dots at all. He seemed too nervous and shy. Too innocent. They'd never interacted before, so she saw no reason for him to be the stalker. And then, when the revelation left his lips, it took every fiber of her body not to scream and run away. She’d never been the judgmental type and only knew of Eddie Munson. But clearly, he was creepy and insane and a freak.
Y/n knew not to push the limits. But she also knew not to be a pushover. She had enough confidence and slash or fear to know that giving any reciprocation for his feelings would make things worse, but so would being rude and abrupt. From the letters and gifts, Y/n knew that Eddie Munson was dangerous.
“I - I’m sorry, Eddie. I really am,” she whispered, barely audible. The man had to hunch over slightly to hear, especially with how crowded and loud the conversations in the school hallway were. “It’s just… I think you’re - well, you’re a little… creepy. The letters, um, were a little… too much.”
Eddie listened intently, although his brain short-circuited when he was once again rejected. He was scared that, for a moment, she was rejecting him because of his reputation. But, if it was just because of the letters…
Y/n was quick to realize Eddie heard what he wanted to hear. He interpreted how he wanted to interpret.
He answered with more energy than she’d hoped. "Oh. I mean, if that’s all… I can always stop. I just, uh, think we could be some power couple. I’ve, uh had a couple name in mind for years.”
“Y - years?” Y/n squeaked, once again taking a step back. 
The students were beginning to disperse and the hallways were becoming empty. Everyone was heading home. Except for some exhausted teachers and friend groups, they were completely deserted. Y/n was petrified. The man standing before her was completely delusional and was seemingly refusing to take no for an answer.
Eddie tilted his head, quirking a brow. He took a step closer, eyeing the woman up and down. He easily caught on that she was a little frightened, but he didn’t think much of it. She was just confused. Maybe all of the rumors fucking Patrick and his friends were spreading around were getting to her.
“Yeah, years. I, uh, promise, doll, this isn’t just a crush. I love you. So, so much. I mean, I already planned the wedding out in my head. I was thinking something small, quaint, cute. I’d put a little more of my own flair into it, but I really only give a shit about, uh, making you happy. I mean, I thought I’d ask you once we started dating, but I overheard you talking about it with Max during a sleepover, so —“
“What?”
Eddie paused, grinning bashfully as his cheeks reddened. He had unknowingly rambled. Sure, Y/n was still baffled by the interaction, but he was sure she’d come around. She just had to. But, in reality, Y/n was on the verge of tears. She was shaking in her boots. She’d known he stalked her at school, but to know that he knew where she lived - it shook her to her core.
Eddie Munson was dangerous.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble.”
“Y - you know where I live?”
Eddie tilted his head in confusion. The cogs turned, trying to decipher what was wrong. Especially now that he noticed how she continued to shrink away and how glossy her eyes were. He swallowed thickly. And that’s when it hit him.
In a panic, he raised his arms and waved them defensively. “Wait, doll, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not a bad guy —“
That was all Y/n needed to hear. She choked back a loud sob and the tears started spilling. She couldn’t think straight, taking a few more steps away from Eddie Munson. And when he tried swiping at her to bring her back to him, she dodged, hiccuping.
Eddie grit his teeth. He tried desperately to grab her shoulder, her bag, anything. All of his confidence converted into sheer panic and concern, because in his mind, things were supposed to go a lot smoother. She was supposed to fall at his feet with love like he constantly did for her. They were supposed to kiss passionately as the mental music swelled.
And yet, instead, he could do nothing but watch, one hand outstretched toward where she once was, as she darted down the hall.
Y/n ran like her life depended on it, because in her mind, it did. She wanted to call the police immediately and get a restraining order. And yet, she didn’t want to be anywhere that she knew he could find her. That eliminated not only the school, but her home.
As she pushed open the front door of the school, she peered over her shoulder. Eddie Munson wasn’t there. 
She hopped onto her bike. Her trembling body barely registered enough, and as she set off, she almost ran right into a large van. It probably belonged to the janitor. And, as she swerved through the parking lot and sped up the small hill, she glanced over her shoulder to see that Eddie Munson had finally burst out of the school entrance, panting and panicked.
Y/n gulped down, realizing she’d have to pay attention to the road. The rest of the parking lot had been bare, which made her think that surely he didn’t have a car. She’d surely have the upper hand in escaping. Besides, if she got home, she could just retreat to her parent’s warm and loving arms and call the police.
She was scared for her life. From how violent his previous letters had been, and how he carried a terrible reputation, she was worried he’d do something. He’d actually hurt her, or even worse, some of her classmates. She pulled up to a red light. She intended on going straight home, but seeing as she knew the local area well enough, she instead forced the bike onto the sidewalk and took a hard right.
She entered the more urban part of town. That wasn’t really where she lived, but some of her friends did and she knew the area well-enough. She kept speeding down the sidewalk, occasionally swerving to avoid tiny children and cute teenage couples. But, generally, the ride was urgent and almost calming.
That is, until she glanced over her shoulder and recognized the same beat up van trailing only slightly beside her. It was eerily slow, driving no more than ten miles an hour. The engine continuously sputtered. Y/n’s gaze was glued to the van in horror. What confirmed her suspicions even further was that, through the dark glass, she instantly recognize the messy trusses and gothic ornate fashion of Eddie Munson. 
They made momentary eye contact and it sent chills down Y/n’s spine. The man looked equally as panicked as he did dead serious. His hands were gripping the steering wheel and his eyes bore into her. There was just as much of a mean, determined glare as there was a pleading expression. It frightened Y/n to her core.
When Y/n’s attention returned to the front of her, though, she let out a gasp of fright. She planted her feet on the ground desperately, trying to force the bike to stop. She’d come up to the end of the sidewalk and was about to crash right into a large tow truck that was racing down the street.
At the last second, she turned the bike a sharp left. A screech escaped her lips when the sudden turn brought the bike crashing into the ground. She skidded off and tumbled right into the street. She heard a small crack and pain shot through her ankle. There was also a searing sensation agains the cheek that lay flat against the dull pavement. Her head was pounding as she twitched, her legs completely tangled with the bike.
She pushed her hands into the asphalt, weakly pushing herself up. Some blood dripped onto the ground from her cheek and she knew she’d be riddled with bruises by tomorrow. She was only vaguely aware that the van had come to a screeching halt. Suddenly, she heard footsteps.
She peered up, rather disgruntled from the position she was in. Her entire body had scratches and skid marks. She peered up in horror, just in time to recognize Eddie Munson as he leaned over. His face was masked by his soft curls, and she couldn’t see his expression.
His hands looped under her armpits and he lifted, grunting slightly. A fearful, pained scream escaped her lips as she was lifted from the wreck. Her hair fell in her face, and she let out a grumble of agony when the bike was untangled from the wreckage.
At least one ankle was twisted. However, she wasn’t even given the chance to test it out, because Eddie wasn’t just helping her up. He was holding her limp form and making his way to the other side of the car. Even with how tattered and distressed she was, she connected the dots the moment he set he her against the car and went to open the passenger door.
Her eyes widened and she could barely move. But it didn’t matter so much as to what she couldn’t do. It was more so of what she had to do that impacted her. Both ankles tung from her weight and she almost crumbled right then and there. But when Eddie hummed, completely absorbed in opening the passenger side door and pushing some things off the seat, she attempted to limp away.
She let out a gasp of pain as she moved her feet, which drew Eddie’s attention back to her. He abandoned what he was doing, wide-eyed and worried. “Fuck! Y/n, doll, you’re hurt —!”
It didn’t take much effort to reach out and grasped at her. He grabbed her shoulder. A scream bubbled in Y/n’s throat, loud enough to be heard several blocks down. She continued to scream at the top of her lungs, even when it was muted by Eddie’s hand. His long, black nails dug into her injured cheek. Y/n pawed at him as he forcefully started pulling her back toward the van.
Tears sprung from her eyes again. Eddie kept mumbling nonsense that Y/n didn’t particularly want to hear.
“Just cooperate, dammit! I - I need to —“
“Hey, freak, the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Eddie seized up, but Y/n sure as hell didn’t. She tried to pull his hands away, and yet they only tightened. That was, until her vision cleared and she realized standing before her, was the chief of police, Sheriff Hopper. He had a gun pulled from his hip and had it trained on Eddie’s figure, even Y/n blocked most of it.
Eddie squealed girlishly. A small crowd from the nearby houses  formed, and disturbed mothers gasped, holding their urbanized children to them. Y/n had never been happier to be in the richer side of town, because clearly, that was where to be when someone attempted to kidnap you.
“Let her go! Hands in the air and against the vehicle, now!” Hopper demanded, twisting the safety off.
Eddie could not have been more terrified. He exchanged wary glances between the officer and the love of his life. It was just a misunderstanding. He was helping her —!
Y/n bit down on his hand, and Eddie yelped. Immediately, the woman pushed herself free. She collapsed to her knees instantly, though, and despite the mark on his hand, Eddie’s brain blanked and he went to reach for her. That was, until he woke back up to the cocking of the gun.
“H - hey, man, it's not what you think!” Eddie pleaded, pale in the face. He raised his hands instantly, occasionally glancing at Y/n, who was desperately crawling to the officer’s side. His heart burned with regret. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. “I was just helping her —“
“I said, up against the vehicle! Now!”
With Hopper’s free hand, he reached onto his waist and pulled out a walkie-talkie. He pressed the button, eyes not abandoning Eddie’s trembling form as he did, in fact, press himself to the vehicle. Eddie’s mind blanked as he tried to think of an escape. A deep frown was etched into his frazzled features.
“Hey. We need an ambulance and another dispatch up here at Locust Street. Now.”
With that said, he reattached it. His glare bore into Eddie’s back. The man was desperately trying to think of anything that would convince him. “Y/n, please! Tell him it ain’t what he thinks it, uh, is?”
The officer grunted in disbelief. He lowered the gun when he took the final step and fished around for handcuffs. Eddie’s brain short-circuited in that moment and he brought his elbow into Hopper’s face. The man released a low yelp, caught off guard by Eddie’s sudden defiance. But Eddie didn’t just stop there. He swerved toward the officer and pushed his chest.
Hopper wasn’t letting himself get pushed around that easily, though. He let out another curse, not moving an inch when Eddie pushed him. Instead, he grabbed his frail wrists. One hand reached for the hilt of his gun and he removed it, about to shoot.
However, Eddie threw his entire weight toward the large man. Hopper lost his footing. He shot, but the bullet ricocheted off the large van. Eddie let out another yelp as both of them tumbled to the ground. Y/n screamed again, but by then, a concern mother appeared beside her and helped her up and away to safety.
Eddie let out a growl and punched the cop. Hopper, though, forced them to roll until  Eddie was the one pushed to the ground. Hopper punched the man in the face, blood spewing from his nose. Eddie’s arms flailed until his hand located the gun. 
He always said he’d never end up like his father, but he’d do anything for love’s namesake. He knew how to use the gun. And, as Hopper’s fist continued to punch the lying hell out of Eddie’s face, he realized if he didn’t shoot, he’d end up in prison. And as romantic as the idea was, with how resistant and misunderstand Y/n was to his affection, he doubted they’d have some jail-themed wedding.
He dug the gun into Hopper’s waist, and realization dawned on the man’s expression. He swiped at it, but Eddie shot. And instead of being deadly, the bullet lodged into his leg. Hopper let out a groan and Eddie was able to push him off with ease.
As Eddie stood, he still had the gun in his grip. He wanted to shoot the cop again, but Hopper was writhing in pain. He turned the gun to the fearful, ushering mother and Y/n. They watched, and Y/n tried her best to push her body in front of the mother, but she insisted. 
However, Eddie never shot. Instead, his ears peaked when, in the distance, he heard the squeals of police sirens. He grit his teeth and backed up as far as he could until he arrived at the driver’s seat. From then on, he stepped inside and slammed both doors. 
The adrenaline hadn’t worn off yet, but the fear still sank back in. There was a change in plans. He started the ignition, and as a scream bubbled from the love of his life’s throat, he sped off to god knows where.
Y/n thought that there was no way in hell Eddie would get away. But the officers were far more concerned with saving their fallen comrade and getting Y/n to a hospital for her wounds, so that left Eddie to his lonesome.
A few days later, Y/n knew Eddie escaped as she watched the hospital television. She could tell because the cops had located his van in the middle of the woods, with no Eddie, no gun, nothing. He was on the run. But, at least with his name on the news, Y/n could only hope that meant he couldn’t get to her.
Weeks passed. Y/n felt safer. People had given her condolences and she felt like she stood out. But nobody had ever treated her cruelly. Even when Patrick took a few days off school, she hardly suspected anything had happened except the common flu. 
No more letters, no more gifts, no more stalker watching her every move.
It was like a weight had been taken off her shoulders.
There was a pep in her step on the bright, sunny morning. Her friends greeted her as she made her way to her locker. She would’ve felt worse, but Hopper had recovered seemingly faster than she had. She was freed.
At least, that was until she swung open her locker and from inside, a very ornate letter fell out.
Fear struck through her heart all of her sudden. She watched as it fluttered to the ground. However, she’d never received an actual envelope. It was always a single sheet of paper. And, through the envelope, she could see brilliant pinks and reds. It was an actual card.
It had to be from her friends.
She shakily shoved her backpack into her locker and leaned down, picking it off the ground. She just had to know. She peeled open the letter, slowly, dread consuming her.
It was from a friend.
It was from a friend.
It was from…
She pulled it out, allowing the envelope to fall to the ground. Nobody else was paying her any heed. Nobody would suspect anything, even if it was from Eddie Munson.
She examined the front and back. The front had several hearts with expressions, the largest one with a wounded leg. In cartoonish letters, it spelled,’ Get better soon!’. On the back was nothing but a Hallmark copyright, a solid red color. She felt relieved. It seemed not as suspicious.
Maybe it was delivered for Patrick. They’d been growing closer lately.
And then, she opened it.
All of her hopes were dashed because she didn’t need to even read the letter to know it was Eddie. It was his familiar chicken scratch handwriting, although it was shakier than usual. There were other ornate details in the card, but her focus primarily set on the words he’d written.
‘Y/n, doll, love of my life. I’m sorry things turned south like this. I’m just happy your injuries have healed. I can’t express in words how sorry I am. I just didn’t explain as well as I should’ve. I’m not dangerous. I love you truly. I’d never hurt you! I know what they say around town and on the news, but I only ever wanted to be loved. Especially by someone as perfect as you.
‘This whole damned town has forced my hand. None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to listen to what I said, not just hear. You interpreted everything wrong!!! I don’t blame you, though. You didn’t do anything wrong. I get how you misunderstood everything.
‘On that note, though, I’ve had to resort to more drastic measures. I’m supposed to be by your side, kissing you and holding you by your locker before our shared class in pre-calc - yes, we shared that class -, but instead, I have a ransom that only you can fulfill.
‘See, with me as we speak, I’m holding Patrick - I truly hate his guts, you know - hostage. I assume you’ve heard, although I haven’t been able to keep up with the news when I’m more focused on keeping an eye on you. And you can always try to call the cops, but there wouldn’t be enough time.
‘In exchange for Patrick’s life, you have to meet up so we can disappear from this wretched place. I have a gun ready to shoot him as we speak. And I know you always walk into school at the same time now since you aren’t trying to catch me placing the letters inside your locker — Oh, sorry, I was supposed to keep this short, you know?’
By then, there was barely any space left of the card, despite how tiny he’d tried to make his handwriting.
‘Well, be here by eight-thirty sharp or there’ll be a bullet through this asshole’s head, okay? Meet me beyond the football field in the woods. Keep walking until you find a picnic table and wait. I’ll know if you bring anyone with you.
‘I’ll see you soon. I miss you so so much.
‘With love, your Eddie.’
Y/n should’ve been screaming and crying. But, instead, she knew she’d cave. She was paralyzed none the less, but she’d cave. As her mouth went dry, she peered over her shoulder at one of the school clocks.
It was eight-fifteen. Classes started at eight-thirty. Eddie was smart. Smarter than the erratic, delusional man was taken for, especially considering how sloppy his violence was and how shitty his grades were rumored to be. Her heart sank in realization. Cops could never reach in time, and Eddie would hear the said cops in the distance. She was left with no choice.
She pushed the envelope into her locker, stone-faced and defeated. Her shoulder drooped and her eyes became glossy. She would honestly prefer death to being kidnapped for the sake of her pride. Pain was worse and Eddie surely had a sadistic side if he was willing to kill.
As she slammed the locker and turned, she jumped. Max was there, concern etched in her features. She tilted her head, noticing her friend’s jumpiness. “Hey. Is everything okay?”
Y/n eagerly nodded her head. “Um, yes. It’s just… cramps. I’m going off to the bathroom. Actually, is Patrick okay? I haven’t seen him around school for days.”
Max quirked a brow. “You mean that basketball player you’re friends with?”
“Yeah.”
Her face fell and she strained a smile. The woman couldn’t meet her eyes, and Y/n realized. Somehow amidst her obsessed news-watching addiction, she’d missed it. Patrick was missing and Eddie Munson had taken him.
“I’m surprised you didn’t know… I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ll find him.”
Y/n’s eyes couldn’t help but flicker to the ticking clock. The high school was large, but not too large. But, as the clock ticked to eight-twenty, she knew once she made it through the front entrance, she’d have to run. She couldn’t risk being even a few seconds late. In her head, she could already imagine poor Patrick’s body bleeding out in the middle of the woods.
Max nodded her off, saying some good-bye word. But Y/n could barely hear from how fast the blood was rushing through her body. She sent one last tight smile the woman’s way before dashing down the hallway. People dodged and made way not asking questions. They were too tired to give a shit about some random student that had an urgent pace.
She burst through the front doors. The cool summer breeze hit her and shivers rolled down her spine. Some people called to her, but their voices went through one ear and out the other. She followed the outer walls. As she continued, less and less people were around. And by the time she arrived at the football field it was completely deserted.
She paused as she passed through the large gate. She saw what Eddie meant. Across the field it opened up to the wilderness. There was but a meek wooden fence with one entrance into the wilderness. She’d heard of Eddie’s notorious drug deals, and this was probably where it happened.
Yes. Eddie Munson was a drug dealer. And that meant he could get any drug he needed for… kidnapping.
She almost felt embarrassed by the prospect. It was like she had a big head for thinking that anyone would ever want to kidnap her. Hell, it was an amazing occurrence as it was when she got her first love letter in her locker. Her life had been mostly void of romance. Well, if ‘romance’ was even the right word.
She started crossing the football field. She wanted to preserve her stamina since she was sure it couldn’t be any later than eight-twenty-five. To her, it was like she was walking down the prison hallways to death row. Her inevitable doom. And as she spaced out, feet doing their own thing, she couldn’t help but reflect on her life. 
Nobody ever thinks they’re going to be the one on the news. The victim of a crime. People live their day-to-day lives thinking that it would never be them. They weren’t the ones that would be robbed or attacked or murdered or kidnapped. And yet, somehow, Y/n had been the one to attract Eddie Munson’s attention. Not one of the popular cheerleaders, not the pretty gossip girls, not the talented artists, not the musicians or scientists or anything that Eddie would’ve been attracted to.
Instead, it was her.
She crossed into the wilderness. It was even more silent even with the occasional scuttling of squirrels and chirps of birds. Her footsteps seemingly echoed as she mushed onto the slightly damp grass and small twigs. She kept walking, only vaguely aware of the obvious trail that led over a short hill.
She kept walking. After she passed over the hill, she saw it. The dreaded picnic table. Her heart stopped and she was quick to survey the area. She paused, listening. She heard nothing. She wondered if she was alone, or if Eddie had been lying and didn’t even have Patrick with him.
However, Patrick was missing. And that was his handwriting.
As she went over to the picnic table and slowly sat, eyes glancing around wildly, her mind churned with an explanation. Was there another picnic table deeper in? Was Eddie waiting for the direct chimed of the bell or his watch? Was he waiting for others to show up, or for sirens to call?
She gulped. Her hands enveloped her upper body in a hug that should’ve given her an ounce of comfort. But, instead, she sat there, trembling. It was supposed to be good. Eddie Munson was supposed to have given up because she was too much trouble to pursue.
But perhaps her hopefulness had been naive from the start.
Snap.
She swiftly turned, eyes wide. Standing there, body barely peeking out from a large tree, was Eddie Munson. He had that same damned expression from when he confessed. Slightly flushed cheeks, a small shy grin, and hands that were fiddling with his coat.
The only difference was everything else. His hair was wilder than usual. He had a certain odor to him and some of his clothes were torn. He clearly hadn’t washed an ounce of his boy in a long time, clothes included. Even his glinting silver rings had dirt smudged on them. In one hand, he held the same pistol he stole from Sheriff Hopper weeks, hell, maybe even months ago. And, slightly peeking out of his jean pocket, Y/n noticed a knife.
Y/n seized up. Maybe that was her chance to scream and run for help, but Patrick couldn’t die for her sake. And Eddie knew that. There was more confidence in his walk as he approached the picnic table, and his eyes flitted hungrily over her entire form. 
Y/n felt so violated.
Eddie stopped at the opposite side. He slid into the seat although he still had his arms withdrawn and the gun pulled back, a lingering threat that she wasn’t going to get away with any attempted attacks. Eddie tilted his head, a dreamy, lovesick haze coating his dark eyes.
“I just knew you’d show. You’re too much of an angel to let poor ol’ Patrick die. I’ve missed you, doll.”
His words slurred, and he took his time. He didn’t stutter was much. And he hoed with confidence and joy. He was anxious, but it was the residual effect from being in the presence of his ‘crush.’ Y/n’s skin crawled, and as a few tears spilled from her eyes, a frown tugged at her lips.
This time, she could actually meet Eddie’s intense stare. There wasn’t any getting out of the situation. And there was no reason to be shy around a man she’d come to loathe and fear so very deeply. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt in anticipation.
“Where’s Patrick? Let him go.”
Eddie’s face fell ever so slightly as he glanced her up and down. “We reunite after all this time, and you’re only here for Patrick. I get it, doll. You’re scared. Maybe you hate me. But you shouldn’t!” He waved his arms wildly above his head and Y/n flinched. Eddie noticed though, trying to regain his composure. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, listen. We can clear the air later, doll, but we don’t have much time to waste. Uh, I gotta admit something, though.”
Y/n’s face fell even further and she gulped. She wiped away her hot tears, not having the voice to say anything.
“I was kinda worried you wouldn’t show at all. And, like, I had all these drugs that I was pretty much put out of business for since, uh, I’m kinda a criminal now… Well, anyways, I was a little anxious and angry and I took it out on Patrick just a little. Just yesterday, actually, since I was having a hard time sleeping and all that. And, like, he was scared and I was angry and… I took out a sort of insurance policy on the guy. To make sure, no matter what, even if I got caught, I’d take him down with me.”
Y/n’s heart stopped and she gripped at her mouth. A sob broke through and she wasn’t sure what to do. She was scared shitless. Was Patrick already dead?
“Now, before you get on my case about all this, he isn’t actually dead. He just… will be in about a, uh, few hours. Maybe if you cooperate the police can swoop him up and attempt to save him. I don’t really know. I actually, uh doped him up with some Batrachotoxin. That shit’s what the Indians used in poison darts. It was only a little, though, I swear, doll! It’s slow acting since I only doped him up with some. Makes it easier to transport him with him not struggling, actually.”
Y/n felt like she was going to faint. She wanted to scream. But,, this deep in the woods, away from where the classes were being held, would anyone even hear? Or was her fate decided the moment she agreed to show?
But, if there was even a chance of Patrick’s survival, she’d take it.
“Oh, come on,” Eddie tittered, waving his hand dismissively. “We should probably get going now, huh? You aren’t looking too good. Believe it or not, chloroform smells pretty sweet and taste even sweeter. So, uh, it’ll be a pleasant experience, ‘kay?”
“Please…”
Eddie’s eyes widened as Y/n finally opened her mouth. She couldn’t help but rise to her feet. She stumbled out of the picnic table, but Eddie didn’t make a single move. He knew that she knew that if she ran off, he’d just go over to the guy and finish him off, and he’d make his grand escape. He was offended none the less that she wanted distance, though.
Eddie stood up, almost seeming terrified. Regretful. Y/n noticed this, and as Eddie pocketed the gun and instead pulled out a bottle and cloth, she couldn’t help but beg further.
“Eddie, please! Patrick doesn’t deserve this. I - I don’t deserve this! A - and if you don’t do this, I promise I won’t tell. You can live your merry life on the run, figure something out, a - and —“
Eddie sent her a glare and she clammed up. All anxiety and playfulness dissipated into pure irritation. He sighed, and as he soaked the cloth with chloroform casually, he shrugged. His age was glued to her frozen, trembling figure. “Doll, I’d rather die than leave you. Don’t you get that? I can’t live without you. I love you. You think I want to do this? No. It’s just ended up this way, uh, ‘cause you didn’t accept my feelings. And that’s fine, so don’t feel bad! But, uh, I ain’t giving up on you that easily.”
Y/n wished so badly to run. Patrick was fucked anyway, right? He’d die in a few hours. She doubted any surgery could prevent his demise. And yet, as Eddie stalked toward her, all anger morphing into joy just from being within her presence, she waited.
But then, when he was but a few feet away, it was like fear took control and she turned. A scream tore at her lungs. Her legs burned almost instantly. However, as she attempted to make her escape, an arm looped around her waist and another flew to her mouth. 
Except, instead of a hand, it was a damp cloth. And it did smell sweet. 
She struggled, but Eddie was stronger than before. He was roughed up for sure but he must’ve been working out for this. It terrified her. As she twisted and turned in his hold, it was like her energy was fading. Not as fast as Eddie would’ve hoped, but also not as slow as Y/n wanted. She pawed at his leather coat.
Her head was pressed next to Eddie’s, and his hushes echoed in her ear. “Just calm down, doll. Everything’ll be okay. I promise. W - we can escape to fuckin’ Canada or something, get a job, get a house, get married, have a few kids maybe… O - or not! It’s totally cool if kids aren’t your thing. I - I just wanna make you happy, doll. I swear.”
As Eddie continued to rant, seemingly not having an off button, it hit her. A bout of drowsiness had snuck up on her and she could barely keep her eyes open. Her struggling ceased since she needed what strength she had solely for keeping herself standing and leaning against Eddie’s body. He was warm. The chloroform smelled nice.
Her thoughts even slowed and her mind blanked. She kept breathing in the scent, and her eyes slowly shut. Even so, though, Eddie’s hold didn’t falter. Before she lost conscious, though, she attempted to reach for the gun at his hip. And yet her fingers did nothing but twitch in dismay.
Eddie chuckled his arm around her waist loosening. Instead, he reached up, running his fingers through her hair briefly. 
“Aw would you look at that, doll,” he cooed.
He yielded no response and Y/n’s head slumped into he crook of his neck. Eddie’s heartbeat erratically, and he couldn’t help but take in a large sniff of her hair. It smelled so good. He’d only ever been able to do that when she was asleep. And yet, having her in his arms, so very close to him, was like heaven.
“God, Y/n. I love you. I’m so lucky.”
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The Nightmare's Dream Masterlist {Morpheus x Reader}
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Chapter 1
-You are Lucifer's younger sibling, which was imprisoned by Lucifer herself for a century, when she learned that Morpheus, or the renowned 'Sandman' has been released from his imprisonment, she frees you, but with one condition, you have to make Morpheus fall in love with you so Lucifer could take over the dream world and the waking world in the process in return for endless freedom for you
Chapter 2
-Lucifer's request seems too hard, not to add the new humanity's era, a ton of catching up, and Morpheus being cold and mean.
Chapter 3
-For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.
Chapter 4 coming soon...
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don't cha big boy
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