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imagine worshipper yandere overhaul obsessing over you and thinking you're a goddess, divine and pure in every way and worshipping you and doing w/e you want sorry if this is weird or out of the blue but i have FEELINGS

The gloved hands run over your calves as he lays you down on the fresh mattress. You’re ethereal, even when unconscious and unaware, precious and inviting. He could be a predator, ready to take a bite of you between his viscous teeth, and you’d be none the wiser.

So perfect. Untainted, yet so easy for the vile and filthy to get a hold of. He’s lucky to have found you, to be blessed by whatever rules these wretched planes and bring you where you belong-His home.

Kai was by no means a saint, his gloved hands covered in blood and sin since the day his heart started pounding. But you? With your gentle touch, brilliant eyes, and ways to melt the coldest of hearts, he’d happily repent. He’d slaughter all of the city in just a snap if you asked, no hesitation.

Ah, but his plans and devotion to you can’t be explained when you’re resting, now can they? As much as he adores watching you rest, he needs to awaken you, bring you back to him so you can see that your knight has come to rescue you.

“Oh, my sweet divine creature” he purrs, massaging your calves as he gently spreads your legs apart. “Come back to me, cleanse my heart with the sight of your vibrant eyes”. He shudders when the skin of your ankle brushes against his wrist, so warm and soft. He debates removing his gloves entirely, but shakes the thought quickly.

He has to secure you first and foremost, then he can see if you’ll bless him with touch and maybe even taste. Oh to have you on his tongue, allowing him to drink you in, drown in your euphoric essence, it’s enough to make the usually composed man salivate.

You rouse slowly, eyebrows pinching when you feel cold metal clasp around your ankles and secure them. You twist, straining your arms that were placed behind your back, sensing that they were bound as well. Terrified eyes meet obsessive, sinister ones as you snap awake to see what in the world was going on, and if you had any hope of escape.

The minute you saw who was holding you captive, you knew that chance was slim to none.

Overhaul-one of if not THE most dangerous villains, has you tied down and vulnerable, and from what you can gather, is about to take you apart for god knows what. You swallow nervously, knowing begging wouldn’t make the monster change his mind. This is a fate hard to swallow, but you have to accept it. No matter how hard you fight, there is no escaping him.

Others would possibly have a fighting chance, but you had no defense. You were quirkless, it’s as laughable of an escape as a kitten trying to be menacing.

“Oh, there we are” he cooed, pressing his now unmasked face into the palm of his hand as he stared at you. “I must say, you look so tempting like this, so easy to devour and consume…But I won’t subject you to my hunger so early. However-” he drops his hand down, squeezing the meat of your legs as you wince “I must inform you on just how close I am to abandoning that idea. You’ve no idea what you do to me. How I’m completely and blissfully consumed by you and your presence. To have continued to control my urges thus far is nothing short of a miracle”.

You’re confused, tensing up even more at the idea that Overhaul might just be a cannibal who gets off on tormenting his prey. “P-Please! Please don’t eat me! I-I don’t know what I did to make you angry but I’m sorry!” you abruptly plead, arms twisting again in the bindings behind your back, causing your hips to raise off of the bedding.

In an effort to get away from the man, you’ve only managed to tease the beast even more, his mouth watering as he watched you writhe and beg. Oh the fantasies he could have with those noises alone.

But this isn’t a fantasy anymore. This is finally his chance to show you how devoted he is, how he worships you and wants you to make him your favorite disciple. He gently pushes your hips back down, not wanting his beloved to stress and wear out as he explained his intentions, soothing your trembling legs with small circles as he crawled between them.

“You could never anger me. Those varmints and flea ridden filth who come near you however…Heh they face my wrath. They hear the gospel I spew for you as I take them apart piece by piece, and by the time I’m done..they’re a brand new person, with the correct way of thinking”.

Wait- did he mean he brainwashed them through torture? Or that he physically rearranged their minds? Either one was awful, and for whatever reason the psycho decided to do those heinous acts in YOUR name. It was too much to process, your mind racing as the man continues to fondle and touch you, hands still covered.

“W-What are you talking about? What do you want from me?!” you yell out, coaxing an amused chuckle from him. Kai pulls his hands away reluctantly, making a show as he pulled off his gloves, his eyes half lidded as he looked down at you. “I want you to let me serve you. Let me bring you past the peaks of bliss you’ve become used to, and ascend you even further.”

He shudders at the warmth underneath his fingertips, slowly dragging his touch over your skin as he removes what little clothing you had left, leaving you bare and under his depraved gaze. “Let me worship you…let my body be a tool for you to use, to bring you beyond bliss, I’ll do whatever it is you wish me to do”.

You highly doubt that last part, but push that sarcasm to the back of your mind as humiliation takes over, your eyes clenching shut as your cheeks burn and tears form. “Please, you don’t have to do this! Just let me go!” you brokenly sob, shaking as he leans down to cup your face. “Oh, beloved…I’ve done that for too long. I’ve let you go without the proper treatment, I’ve let you go on long enough without your gospel and light being spread…I’m afraid I cannot continue those atrocities”.

A pathetic cry leaves your lips as he kisses you, moaning into your mouth and pressing the back of your head to keep you still. His kiss was starved, demanding. Like he had finally been given the permission to eat a feast he had been denied for too long.

And feast he did. Your mouth was so sweet, so pliant as you sobbed into him, fighting and wriggling as he drank in his fill. But he was a being born of greed and sin, and soon the lustful kisses weren’t enough. He hisses with clenched teeth as he pulls away, grinding his growing tent against your uncovered sex. “Oh, my sweet, yes! You taste even more delectable than I could ever have imagined!” he exclaimed breathlessly. He looks down to watch his cock leak and leave a wet patch on his pants, grinding the both of your sexes together.

“Even clothed, you feel euphoric. I cannot wait to be blessed by all of your essence, to be dripping in it as you lay beneath me” he chuckled as he caught his breath, his cheeks tinted pink as he grinds just a bit harder and elicits a moan from you.

“That’s it. Moan for me, my savior. Sing to me your holy melodies as I worship every inch of your skin” Kai praises, his fingers snaking down to slowly stroke you up and down, covering them in the slick substance as he grinned.

Oh this evening will be the start of many love and lust filled ones. Kai wants to suckle on his fingers as they get drenched, but teasing you and making you drip is just as delicious. “I’m going to treat you the way you should have been treated all along. Just lay back, and let your servant serve you”.

(Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think PLEASE-Mommabean )

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steddiehyperfixation · 6 months

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don't you forget about me (part two)

(part one)

Steve doesn’t know how long they sit there in silence, waiting. It’s making him insane. The seconds pass too slow; the seconds pass too fast. His mind is a storm; his mind is empty. He’s feeling too much; he’s not feeling at all. He paces the room; he sits catatonically against a wall. He needs to get out of here; he needs to stay.

He’s been here before, just barely over a week ago, tense and anxious and despairing and waiting for news. But waiting to hear if Eddie will ever remember him again really should not feel this much worse than waiting to hear if Eddie will ever fucking breathe again. Steve thinks there must be something wrong with him. He’s being selfish and stupid. His pathological fucking need to be loved is not what’s important right now. Eddie is alive and awake and okay and that’s the only thing that really matters. That’s the only thing he should really care about.

Steve’s pacing again now, yanking his hands through his hair as he does laps around the room until Eddie finally appears in the doorway.

Eddie must’ve just cracked a joke or something because the nurse is laughing as she pushes his bed into the room and he’s got this adorable grin on his face. Steve’s heart twists in his chest and he nearly bursts into tears all over again because god does he want nothing more than to press a kiss to those dimpled cheeks.

“Good news, boys,” Eddie announces. “My brain is fully intact.”

“There’s no physical permanent damage to his brain,” the nurse elaborates. “His amnesia is likely a result of psychological trauma and the temporary disruption of brain function from blood loss and lack of oxygen that occurred at the time of his injury. But there is no obvious reason why he shouldn’t regain his full memory, given time.”

So there’s hope. Steve breathes a sigh of relief.

“That is good news,” Wayne agrees.

Steve asks, “How much time?”

The nurse gives an unhelpful shrug. “Impossible to say. It could be anywhere from days to months, or even years. I’m sorry, there’s no way for us to know.”

Years. “Okay.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. He can keep it together. He can. “Thanks,” he tells the nurse. “I, uh-” He makes the mistake of looking at Eddie who looks right through him, and Steve can’t keep it together anymore actually. “I gotta update the kids,” he mutters, backing his way towards the door. Wayne nods in acknowledgment; no protests this time at Steve’s excuse to leave.

“See ya, Harrington,” Eddie calls after him, casual, impersonal, like they're nothing more than acquaintances passing by each other in a high school hallway.

Steve can’t get out of that hospital fast enough.

He makes it to his car in record time, slamming the door shut and sinking heavily into the driver’s seat. A ragged sob tries to claw its way up his throat now that he’s finally alone, but he forces it back, staving off his breakdown for just a little bit longer. As much as it was an excuse, he really does have to update the kids.

Steve fishes his walkie out of the glove box. “Code - whatever, I don’t know. Code Eddie,” he says. He doesn’t remember the kids’ system of codes, nor would he be sure which one this news falls under even if he did.

“Is he okay? Is he awake?” comes an immediate, eager response from Dustin. “Over.”

“Yeah, he’s awake, and he’s fine, except he’s got pretty bad amnesia. The doctors say it should be temporary, but right now he doesn’t remember anything since May of ‘85,” Steve explains, trying his best to keep his voice even.

“Steve, come pick me up and take me to see him,” Dustin demands, “right now. Over.”

“Me too. Over,” Mike chimes in before Steve can respond.

“And us,” Erica adds as well.

Steve pauses for a second, both to steady his own breath and to make sure no one else wants to jump in on this too, before he reminds them, “He won’t know you, any of you.”

“I don’t care,” Dustin says, bossy as ever. “Just come get me. Over.”

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Steve mutters to himself. He sucks in another breath; it wobbles dangerously. He’s just about reached his limit on how long he can keep himself from falling apart. “I- I need a minute, alright?” he manages through the walkie. “Can you just give me, like, an hour? And then I’ll take you guys to visit Eddie.”

Steve doesn’t wait for a response before he slams the antenna closed, tosses the walkie aside, and finally, finally lets himself shatter. That sob rips free from his throat, followed by another and another and another. Tears flood from his eyes; his nose runs. It’s an ugly, gross, visceral cry that leaves him exhausted and raw and aching to be held by the time the last sob shudders out of him. Drained and hollow, he craves the embrace of someone who knows him, someone who loves him.

He sweeps up his broken pieces, wipes the mess of tears and snot off his face, and drives to Robin’s house.

“Steve, oh my god.” Robin pulls him into a hug the second she opens the door and sees the look on his face. Steve clings to her. “What happened?”

“Eddie’s awake,” he mutters dismally.

“Oh! Not the tone I’d expect you to deliver that news in, but okay.” Robin pulls back, looking at him with narrow-eyed concern and confusion as she analyzes his puffy eyes and red nose and swollen lips. “And you look like you’ve just been crying because…?”

“Because he doesn’t remember me, Rob,” Steve sighs. “He doesn’t remember anything from the past 11 months.”

Robin’s eyes go wide now. “Shit,” she says, so plainly it startles a short laugh out of Steve.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Shit.”

She asks him more questions as she walks down the hallway so they can talk in her room. Steve once again reiterates what was said at the hospital.

“So you didn’t tell him you two were a thing?” Robin asks, closing her door behind them.

“Of course I didn’t.” Steve flops back onto her bed. “I didn’t want to spook him.”

She sits beside him. “You didn’t want to spook him,” she repeats, looking down at him with raised eyebrows, “but you told him about Vecna.”

“Well, yeah. I just-” He lifts his arms to gesture vaguely into the air as he tries to explain himself. “I mean, imagine how you would feel if you woke up in a hospital and some random guy you’ve spoken to maybe twice was by your bedside telling you you’ve been in a relationship with him for the past 9 months.”

“Uh, I don’t know, dingus, probably about the same as I’d feel if said guy told me I’d nearly died fighting some evil twisted creature from a hell dimension,” Robin retorts.

Steve drops his hands onto his chest with a huff, shaking his head. “No, trust me. He seemed far less surprised by that than he did to hear that we were even just friends,” he says, a bit bitterly. Tears are pricking at his eyes again as he looks up at his best friend. “You didn’t see the way he looked at me, Robin. All he saw was King Steve.”

Robin softens, snark replaced with sympathy. “That sucks, Steve. I’m so sorry.”

Steve sighs in agreement that yes this really fucking sucks. He sits up and scoots back so that he’s slumped against the wall, hitting the back of his head against it. “I think I’m a horrible person,” he admits, just venting now, “because of course I’m glad Eddie’s alive and all I really want is for him to be okay, and I know the nurse said he should remember eventually, but there’s still some sick part of me that thinks maybe it would’ve hurt less if he had just died.”

“I don’t think that makes you a horrible person,” Robin assures him as she settles next to him, shoulder to shoulder. “I think you’re just grieving, and grief is weird sometimes.”

“It was one of the worst things I’ve ever felt,” he mutters, “when he looked at me without recognition. To see it on his face, just the- the absence of everything that we’d built. I’ve never felt so- so- I don’t know, it was like I couldn’t breathe. He just- he doesn’t know that I love him. He…he doesn’t know that he loved me...”

Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? It’s not that he’s lost someone that he loves, it’s that he’s lost someone who loves him. Because Eddie’s not gone, just his love for Steve is, and that’s what’s tearing him apart. It’s the fact that there’s one less person in the world who loves him. It’s the fact that Steve’s got this big gaping hole inside of him that’s always made him so desperate to be loved, liked, wanted, needed; and his biggest fucking fear is becoming obsolete. He could probably trace it back to his parents, the first to forget him, the first to stop loving him, but the fact remains that now Eddie has fulfilled that fear too. Now Eddie has carved that pit a little deeper, a little darker, validating the voice that whispers within it and tells Steve that he is forgettable, unlovable, so easy to abandon and erase.

“Well, I love you,” Robin tells him, like she can read his mind (which, at this point, she probably can). She slides an arm around his shoulders, hugs him close. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Fragile as he is right now, Steve falls apart again in her arms, and she holds him together. Because she knows him, because she loves him.

It’s a quieter cry this time, soft and sniffly. Whereas the last one wracked through his body and left him fatigued, this one flows from him almost gently, and when his tears finally subside and he lifts his head from where it had been buried in his friend’s shoulder, Steve actually feels a little bit better, a little bit stronger. Which is good, because he’s gonna have to face Eddie again soon.

“Thank you,” he says quietly as he pulls away from Robin, wiping at his eyes and glancing at the clock on her nightstand. It’s definitely been an hour by now, probably more. He stands. “I have to go, I promised the kids I’d take them to see Eddie.”

“Then I’m coming too.” Robin stands with him. “For moral support.”

Steve gives her a grateful smile. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?”

“Yeah.” She grins at him. “I know.”

The nurses have changed his bandages and upped his morphine, so Eddie’s considerably hazy now but at least he can raise his headrest and prop himself up a bit without nearly blacking out from pain. He’s boredly flicking through channels on the shitty TV in front of him, alone since Wayne had to leave for work, when Harrington returns followed by a very unexpected group consisting of Robin Buckley and four strange children.

“Sorry,” Harrington announces their presence with an apologetic shrug, “I know you don’t know them anymore, but they insisted.”

“Eddie!” a pudgy, curly-haired kid shouts before Eddie can even react, coming barrelling towards him and trying to hug him.

“Ow!” Eddie yelps, pain flaring even through the extra morphine. “Fucking Christ, kid! Be careful!”

The kid jumps back immediately, eyes wide. “Shit. Sorry.”

“S’fine,” Eddie grumbles.

The kid looks at him expectantly for a moment before seeming to realize, “Oh, right, you don’t remember me. I’m Dustin.”

“Ah, so you’re the guy I sacrificed myself for,” Eddie mutters, and Dustin looks a little sheepish. That means these must be ‘the kids’ Harrington had been talking about earlier. He surveys the group for a second. “Actually, I think we have met before,” he tells Dustin. “And you too.” He glances at a pale, dark-haired kid. The other two - a Black boy with a flat-top and a younger Black girl - look less familiar, though. “There was this, uh, open day thing at the high school for next year’s incoming freshmen; I talked to you about Hellfire.”

“Yeah!” Dustin’s whole face lights up, so bright and infectious it makes Eddie grin too. “Yeah, you did!”

“So you guys joined the club, then?”

This sparks a very animated conversation about D&D, the rest of the kids (Mike, Lucas, and Erica, as they soon reintroduce themselves) gathering around his bed now too to join in. It makes him feel a bit more like himself again, familiar, normal. Except, of course, for the fact that they’re not only talking about how they defeated Vecna in Eddie’s “totally epic” and “sadistic” campaign (adjectives courtesy of Dustin and Mike respectively), but also filling in more pieces of the story of how they defeated him in real life too. Still, it’s nice, fun. He totally understands how he could’ve gotten attached to these kids.

At some point, Eddie glances over to find Harrington hanging back and just watching them talk, fondly, wistfully. Robin whispers something to him and he sort of smiles, just a trace, and whispers something back. They seem close, intimate. Eddie wonders if they’re dating, and then he wonders why that thought makes him feel a bit sick. He waves them over. Harrington looks like he’s about to protest, but Robin gives him a Look and he allows her to grab his hand and drag him to join the crowd around Eddie’s bed.

“So, what’s your deal, Buckley?” Eddie asks her. He doesn’t know her very well, they’ve only crossed paths a few times in the bandroom, but right now that makes her the most familiar person in the room to him. “Are you and Harrington a thing now? Is that how you’re involved in all this?”

Robin wrinkles her nose and drops Harrington’s hand. “Ew, no. Definitely not.”

“She’s my best friend,” Harrington says.

Eddie snorts, doesn’t know why he finds that so comical. (He’s starting to get tired and it’s making him loopy. Or maybe it’s just the morphine.) “You've got a funny choice of friends nowadays, don’t you? Me and band geek Buckley and a bunch of nerdy freshmen.” He looks at Harrington with incredulous amusement. “Who would've thought, huh? Steve Harrington, collector of geeks and freaks.”

Harrington doesn’t seem to find it as funny. He shrugs. “Yeah, well, it’s better than King Steve, collector of asshole bullies and shallow one-night stands.”

“Yeah, ‘course it is,” Eddie agrees through another huff of laughter that breaks off into a yawn. “Didn’t mean it as a bad thing, Stevie. Was a compliment.”

“Alright.” The barest hint of a smile flickers across Harrington’s face now, but then he’s looking away and corralling the kids and saying, “We should head out, let you get some rest.”

And Eddie kind of wishes he’d stay.

(part three!)

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