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[lex-n-weegie]

Dorbrak of Izganda backstory and character details

Basically me dumping all the info related to Dorbrak into a singular Tumblr post. This includes spoilers for the main series, mainly spoilers for the backstory of Senshi. If you're chill with that, read on ahead!

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Dorbrak was a dwarf born out of their mother's infidelity, and was thus given a mocking name which meant “a loving fool” in dwarfish. Her time growing up in her town wasn't that great, but she had gotten along great with one other dwarf: Senshi. The two became quite close friends, until one day when he left. She somehow was able to stay behind for a couple more years, facing ridicule and mockery every day until they came up with a bogus reason to send her out. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, she decided to finally go after Senshi and find out what he was up to. It took another few years, she had even died at one point, but she eventually found the dungeon he had been trapped in with his comrades. She continued to venture deep inside, somehow managing to survive the monsters until she met up with the orcs. They took her prisoner and that was when she finally met up with Senshi again. He was touched that she spent years looking for him, and eventually fought for her freedom alongside his own. After that, she decided to always stick by his side, leaving the dungeon with him and happily deciding to go back in with him when he had changed his mind. She knew something happened to his party members, but all she had gotten out of him was that a monster picked them off one by one, and he was the only one who lived. She never pushed for more than that, even if she got the sense he hadn't told her the full story.

She taught Senshi everything he knows about baking, and he in turn taught her everything he knew about cooking. Together they became passionate about food, and they continued to bond over hunting and eating monsters. One night, while making some bread, she expressed thoughts of leaving the group and letting Senshi do his thing “alone and happy,” pointing out her name meant something. He replied he always thought it meant she was “fool” of love, and from that she finally confessed the romantic feelings he had developed for him since they were kids. He returned the feelings, and the two began dating from then on. They're affectionate with each other, but they don't overdo it on the PDA. It's mostly hand holding with a cheek kiss here and there, sometimes a kiss on the lips if they feel like it. In fact, no one had known they were a couple until Marcille asked if they were crushing on each other. Despite how many years they've been together however (a little over 40 years now), neither have thought about the idea of marriage. Dorbrak and Senshi think a wedding would be fun to cook for, but that's about it. Parenthood is similar, they both think they'd enjoy it but it would involve having to give up their lifestyle for a few years until the child could go on adventures with them as well. Marcille does push for it slightly, but never in an overbearing way, moreso in an excited “I think you guys are an adorable couple and I want to be a godmother” sense.

Dorbrak is a very kind individual, they treat everyone they meet with the same level of sweetness one could expect from a mother. When she cares deeply about someone, she's always checking in on their well-being. Have they eaten, do they need to eat, are they bored and need company, do they need anything in general, etc etc. Sometimes she’ll even be careless about her own wellbeing, putting herself in harm's way for silly reasons. That alongside the meaning of her name has led to people assuming she's not that bright, and while that might be true socially, she knows just as much about monsters and cooking as Senshi does. She just doesn't fight as well as he can, and she usually prefers to stay out of the fighting anyways. She does have insecurities about her attachments to Senshi, as she honestly hasn't had any friends besides him until Laios and his party came along. It's a sore subject in general, but overtime as their attachments to the other party members grow the insecurity lessens and lessens until it's eventually gone. Other than that, he's not ashamed of who he is and will happily express his true self daily.

True name: Dorbrak of Izganda

Age: 110

Race/Gender: Dwarf / ???

Birthplace: Eastern Continent / Izganda

Family: Estranged Mother

Physique: Height, roughly 135cm / BMI 34

Likes: Monster cuisine, Senshi

Dislikes: Undereating, being alone

Intelligence: 2

Magic: 1

Strength: 5

Constitution: 4

Baking: 5

Favorite thing to cook: Bread

Opinions on the party

Laios Touden: “A sweet guy who loves monsters, just like myself! I hope to teach him a bit of baking.”

Marcille Donato: “A bit picky, but able to push past it, good for her! Very interested in me and Senshi's love life, but nothing too far. She's got a good head on her shoulders.”

Chilchuck Tims: “I am absolutely enamored by his knowledge of traps and dungeons! I want him to teach me a little, but I seem to bother him with too many questions. He's a very talented lockpick.”

Senshi of Izganda: “My darling! He's always been by my side when I had no one else, he fought for me when no one else would, he's the most perfect partner a dwarf could ask for. I love cooking alongside him!”

Itutsumi: “A very picky eater, which I understand to a degree. It doesn't seem to be an issue of texture or taste or anything however, which is admittedly silly. Despite that, she's been surprisingly kinder to me than others. I really appreciate her company and how she helps us all out.”

The Orcs: “I'd say we have a good relationship. We'll trade resources from time to time and they've always been amicable. They didn't really treat me badly when I was younger, they just did what they thought they had to. They're nice overall.”

#dorbrak of izganda #lex writes #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi self insert #dungeon meshi selfship #dungeon meshi spoilers #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #selfshipping community #self shipping community #selfship community #self ship community #🍖🐉

[lexezombie]

So y'all remember the arts of Chef as a Troll?

yuhhh

Oh also here's the corpse in the freezer^

#lex writes #ao3 #Trolls #Dreamworks Trolls #Dreamworks #fanfic #Chef Bergen #Chef Trolls #Troll!Chef #yes chef turns into a troll oops #fanart #cw: mummy #cw: death #troll corpse #lmao #she dead af

[lexisglitching]

The Hunt

Izuna has never witnessed a hunt before but he knows what to expect and what’s expected of him. With the other omegas he turns towards the Senju forest and crouches down, his body ready to spring into action. They’ll have a ten second start.

Written for Izuna Week 2024 // @izunaweek Prompt: Hunt Ship: TobiIzun CW: ABO world

#lex writes #izunaweek2024 #day 2 // hunt #tobiizu #It's technically 1am here for me and since I won't be around tomorrow I thought I'd post this one now! Enjoy 🙏

[eddies-hellfires]

welcome to hell series masterlist

hawkins, indiana. 1983. sophomore year, your brother’s best friend disappears and weird things start happening. the weirdest of them all? you befriend the town freak. and maybe fall in love along the way.

pairing(s): henderson!reader x eddie munson, henderson!reader x steve harrington (i love a good triangle series)

a/n: well it’s my return to writing! i used to write but i dropped off to focus on school, but now i have time on my hands. 

some info about this series: 

this series is NOT canon-compliant! eddie obviously was not a character in s1-3 but i want to explore his character a bit more. he’ll be a little ooc but i’ll try to stay as close as i can to the 45 minutes of content i can grasp from. 

u don’t have to read the teasers! they’re just a paragraph from the upcoming chapters. i’ll stop posting them as we get deeper into the story. 

please leave suggestions, headcanons or questions in my ask box! i’m always open for some constructive criticism. 

y/n henderson can be read by anyone. i’m leaving out all physical identifiers besides the fact y/n is feminine and uses she/they pronouns. while she is a henderson, i’m leaving her features up to u.

chapter one teaser

chapter one: the vanishing of will byers

chapter two teaser

#lex writes #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things

[insolent-uprising]

Writing details and specifics

Types of writing:

One-shots

Imagines

Headcannons

Blurbs

Multichapter fics (to be completely transparent, however, this is risky. I have a short attention span and tend to burn out on longer pieces. If you have a prompt in mind though, it should turn out great!)

Characters I write for:

Joel Miller [game or show version] (The Last of Us)

Ellie Williams [game or show version] (The Last of Us)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Javier Pena (Narcos)

Frankie Morales (Triple Frontier)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi G (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Ezra (Prospect)

Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Dio Morrissey (NYPD Blue)

Max Phillips (Bloodsucking Bastards)

If it seems I missed one or you'd like to ask for more specifics, send me an ask.

NSWF Yes's:

Most kinks, including but not limited to:

Choking

Bondage

Breeding kink

Rough

Dom/Sub dynamics (you choose the specifics of said dynamics)

Daddy/Mommy kink (try to keep it a little light on this one though, with me specifically it can come out a little cringey if too much emphasis is put on it)

Anal

Spitting

Slapping or spanking (keep it fairly light, see NSFW No's)

Praise kink

Degradation kink

Feral! characters

Aphrodisiacs (see sex pollen trope)

Pegging

Risky! sex (see NSFW No's for specifics)

Sex work

Cockwarming

Oral (m or f recieving)

Mild weapon play (see NSFW No's)

Voyeurism

Masturbation (mutual or solitary)

MAYBE dubcon, depending on the circumstances provided (CONSENT IS KEY. I am not promoting dubcon in real life in any way, this is a work of fiction. Always ask your partner for consent <3)

Again, the list of kinks I will write for is not limited to that list. If you have any questions or requests for kinks not on either list, please send me an ask.

NSFW No's:

Underage sex

Rape/excessive noncon

Excessive violence (see NSFW Yes's)

Foot fetish (Sorry to the people that are into it, I'm just not capable or comfortable in writing this kind of work.)

Public sex (this makes me uncomfortable as well, sorry guys)

Absolutely NO HBO Ellie or TLOU 1 Ellie (see NSFW No's #1)

Slurs

Consensual breeding

Bestiality

Any elements of pedophilia

Any Ellie x male reader works. (this applies to SFW and NSFW alike) Please respect her sexuality.

Any works revolving around Pedro himself. (this applies to SFW and NSFW alike) Pedro is a real person and it makes me uncomfortable to write for him. He has a real life and real feelings, I don't want to violate him in such a way. (For anyone thinking this applies to Javier Pena as well, I write strictly for Pedro's portrayal of him. Javi is a fictionalized version of the real life agent.)

If you have any questions regarding this list feel free to send an ask :) Also, no kink shaming whatsoever will be allowed in this space.

Random notes:

Willing to do any tropes!! If you have a specific one in mind, hit me up!

Storylines don't have to be romantic or sexual!! I've noticed a lot of writers don't include platonic works in their library! Sometimes all we need is a friend or family figure. If it's good with you, it's good with me! <3

If a storyline bothers you, please don't spread hate. If you must, please share your opinion in a respectful and polite way.

I'm willing to write for female, male, and gender neutral readers. I'll generally write for afab (often female identifying as well) readers, just because that's what I write best. However, I have no problem writing for any other types of people if requested!! The writing may not be as accurate, but I'd love to include everyone here <3

If you have any extra specific prompts, such as a dialogue snippet, I accept all requests!! Send em in!

#lex writes #help out a lonely nerdy gay teenager🙏 #new writer boost #new writers on tumblr #tlou #joel miller #javier pena #javi gutierrez #pedro pascal #boost this #please boost #the last of us #ellie williams #dieter bravo #maxwell lord #max phillips #frankie morales #oberyn martell #smut #fluff #angst

[chilligyu]

my faded fantasy | wonu/reader wip | 18.5.23

@diamondyjh thanks for the inspiration bby tw: fire, descriptions of a city ravaged by fire, mentions of murder setting + characters based on the manhwa your eternal lies

the day of her execution was set.

when the judge slammed the gavel, she didn’t even flinch. fifteen days, three hours, and 56 minutes after she killed her husband, she was to be hanged for her crimes. a crime for which there was no evidence, no motive, no proof. she had no reason to kill him, but the courts didn’t care. he was a man of power; she was a woman of nothing. they condemned her to death the moment they found her sobbing over his body; terrified of what his death meant for her. they gave her two more weeks to live as if it were a kindness.

she didn’t even bother to mourn a life that was stolen from her.

it was never hers to begin with.

as the days passed, each dragging into the next, no one came to visit. there was no one left in the world that cared about her. she was an orphan, she had no friends left, the only person she had in her life was the man she allegedly killed in cold blood. her last moments in this world would be quiet and lonely, and that was fine. for two weeks—she could finally breathe.

the night before her execution, there were sirens. air raids, most likely. she was used to those; the war had been going on for so long she could hardly remember life prior to it. she used to stay up all night, trembling in fear, back when she didn’t know that the real monster slept in her bed. pulling the tattered blanket over her head, she tried to get some sleep. but the sirens never stopped.

neither did the bombs.

the night before she was to be hanged, fire descended upon the city, and quickly reduced everything she’d ever known to ash.

she watched the fire burn for hours from the relative safety of her cell. distraught citizens screamed, newly orphaned children cried, and the sky turned blood red from the blaze. it was a horrific scene. still, no one came to get her. no one cared for the woman who was destined to die. all she could do was sit there and wait. wait for everything to finally come to an end. whether she died from starvation or the rope, did it really matter?

finally, a shell made contact with the prison, and the upper floors started crumbling away. whoever else was trapped in there with her didn’t make it, their desperate pleas for rescue fell on deaf ears. they burned up just like everyone else out in the streets. those who didn’t want to face the fire simply leapt to their deaths. she could hardly blame them, if she had the choice, she could imagine herself doing the same.

by the time the imperial army swooped in, it was too late. they shot down the enemy planes and did their best to quench the flames. but there was no one left to save. she was the only one left, and she wasn’t anyone worth saving. the walls of her cell had cracked from the bombings, loose cobble fell to the floor. she could smell the putrid stench of burning flesh more distinctly. if she really wanted to—she could run away from everything. it was her only chance.

hiking up her gown, she climbed through the biggest opening she could find, and made a dash for the woods. once she made the tree line, she turned back to the still burning city and watched the planes flying overhead.

“one day, I’ll come back and take you far away from here.” a handsome young aspiring imperial pilot promised her a long time ago.

“thank you, jeon wonwoo.” she smiled, not knowing if he was even up there. “but it’s time I saved myself.”

#lex writes #i got big wips and i cannot lie #lol seriously thank you because this was really fun to write

[cloudedamethysts]

maybe we were only meant to be two cars, driving past each other on a back road on a desolate night in december.

and maybe after those three seconds spent trapped in each others bright lights, we we would never see each other again

#maybe in another universe #lex writes #poetry

[hauntedbestie]

And remember friends, you may tell yourself that you “don’t need an outline” because the fic “won’t be that long” and this is exactly why you need an outline

#don’t be like me #with 4.2k And still missing a pretty important filler part and still working on the ending #since the original ending I had in mind now feels incomplete #and like the entire premise of the fic has changed #outlines are important because they help you define the finish line #lex writes

[chaoticcorner]

What choice do I have but to be Sisyphus?

Over and over I will push the boulder.

#me #lex writes #greek mythology #dark acamedia

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Cujo

"Cujo where in the world do you keep finding all these things?"

Danny looked down at a very proud looking Cujo who had recently returned from his trip.

On each trip he brought back things that he liked, lately Cujo was bringing back the most curious things.

From pillows and toys to weapons and weird clothing.

One time even bringing a golden lasso.

This time it seemed to be a sword and a jar filled with liquid with what he was pretty sure was a human organ.

"Cujo please don't take peoples organs, I don't want to get in trouble"

A sentence he never thought he would be saying,

What a day.

~

Alfred: "I seem to be missing my favourite pair of socks?"

~

Wonder Woman is questioning who was brave/stupid enough to steal her lasso from practically under her nose.

~

Damian: Father! Who took my weapons away, I haven't even been grounded!"

~

Lex Luthor: "Where's all the kryptonite I just bought?!"

~

Ra's: *squinting* "Something just happened."

~

Sorry this one is shorter than usual I'm in the middle of class.

Bye!

~

Just an Idea

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #batman #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #writing prompt #dp cujo #cujo #ra's al ghul #damian wayne #damian #batfamily #bat shenanigans #lex luthor #alfred pennyworth #wonder woman #justice league #ghost #ghosts #superman

[aziraphale-is-a-cat]

Dr. Fenton, Lex Luthor's Evil Assistant

Danny was looking for work on the East Coast, and because he's not fucking crazy, he centered his search on Not Gotham. Excluding that, most of the good job opportunities were in Metropolis under the nose of Superman. Danny wasn't mad that he had to be in Superman's city, in fact he was quite happy he didn't have to take charge when his residence was threatened, he just didn't like the fact that he was living under the perview of a government super.

So when he heard back from his application as a personal assistant at Lexcorp, the company headed by the one man Superman hated more than evil, he took it with glee.

~~

When Lex Luthor saw the name Fenton cross his desk he had to stop and do a double take.

The Fenton patents were revolutionary, the technology they represented was game changing, but the rights to it was held in a deathgrip by their son, who, after their deaths, had refused any offers and redacted most information on the subject. To have Dr. Fenton in his building under his employ would be the perfect opportunity to get his hands on the patents that could change the world as they knew it.

~~

Superman landing dramatically on Luthor's balcony: Lex, this is-

Danny, rolling by in an swivel chair: do you have an appointment?

Superman: this isn't a business meeting, I'm here to-

Danny: sorry Mr. Luthor doesn't take walk-ins.

~~

Luthor: Dr. Fenton, have you given any thought to selling the rights to your parents' patents? That kind of technology could change the world.

Danny: I know. I don't think you know.

Luthor, eyes dilating like a cat seeing a bird: How are you so certain?

Danny: NDA's.

~~

Red Robin sneaking into the LexCorp building at midnight: ...

Danny, raking in that sweet overtime:...

Danny: Do you have a warrant?

Red Robin: ... Yes?

Danny, shrugging and walking away: okay.

~~

Luthor, in a video call with The Light: That door was Locked

Danny, with a printed schedule: and this hour was reserved for a different meeting.

Creepy Blank White Screen: has there been an interruption?

Danny: yes, this meeting has gone past it's allowed time.

Creepy Blank White Screen: Mere schedules are of no consequ-

Danny, exiting the Zoom call: blah blah blah

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #dpxdc #lex Luthor #writing prompt #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc writing prompt

[lex-n-weegie]

Chapter 7: Fellow Felines

Chapter Summary: Laika soon starts to get to know the other members of the rebellion, along with one of them who isn't too fond of them in the first place

On Twitter we got some new storyboards for old toh episodes and a sleeper agent was awoken in me to write my little heart out. I've already written like 3 pages of the next chapter and I feel like I might be quick to finish it(it's a rewrite of an old fic I did after the S3 E2 dropped, shouldn't be too bad)!

☆♡☆♡S/i uses any pronouns!♡☆♡☆

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[lexezombie]

Hey! been a hot minute since I posted a Trolls thing-- sorry!

I've been waiting for the next 4 chapters of my Troll!Chef fic to be proof read -- but it's up now! Plus some art of Flores when she was alive <;3 (I need to draw her ghostly form)

#lex writes #ao3 #Trolls #Dreamworks Trolls #Dreamworks #fanfic #Chef Bergen #Chef Trolls #Troll!Chef #The Price Of Happiness #TPOH (Trolls) #Flores (oc) #Trolls OC #Pop Troll #OC #original character #fic update #update #fanfic update #ao3 update

[lexisglitching]

Stay

Their dance is down to a science; they fight, he feeds, they fuck.

Written for TobiIzu Week 2024 // @tobiizuweek Prompts: Vampire & Hunter Rating: M (for abstract smut)

#lex writes #tobiizuweek2024

[eddies-hellfires]

welcome to hell - chapter one: the vanishing of will byers

summary: this chapter is a look into why y/n henderson claims hawkins is hell on earth. will byers disappears and she wants to help. she won’t be much help if she keeps thirsting over the resident stoner metalhead though..... (words: 1.9k)

pairing(s): henderson!reader x eddie munson, henderson!reader x ex!steve harrington 

warnings: cursing, reader uses she/her pronouns, will going missing idk

(a/n: this is my first fic! if u think i could use some help please feel free to send advice/suggestions to my ask box <3 )

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hawkins, indiana. 1983. 

“cmon dustin let’s GO!” you yell up the stairs, waiting for your idiot brother to hurry up and get his ass downstairs so you could go to school. “i’m not getting another tardy slip this week because of you!” sounds of various bathroom items crashing to the floor greet your ears and you cringe. you go to feed mews and grab some breakfast while dustin finishes whatever he’s doing in the bathroom.

“honey, remember you need to pick dusty up from his dragons and wizards game tonight,” your mom says, reading the newspaper in her chair. you roll your eyes. your mom liked to hold the deal of “if i buy you a car you have to become dustin’s personal chauffeur” over your head whenever she could. dustin finally comes down the stairs and heads out the door, eager to get his day started. you follow him out the door, grabbing your keys and hearing that sweet jingle. hawkins’ teen population drove the same three cars in various colors but you had to stand out from the pack. your loyal chariot, a bright yellow volkswagen beetle, was instantly recognizable to the people of hawkins. it may be a bit beaten up but it got the job done. shutting the doors to the car, you make sure dustin has everything and is buckled up because god forbid your brother gets hurt in the car. you tune the radio to the one metal station that hawkins gets and pull out of the driveway with motley crue’s shout at the devil blasting out your windows. 

the fluorescent lighting of hawkins high did no favors for anyone, and the damp smell of mold was not welcoming. honestly, you were just counting down the days until you were free of this place for at least the summer. school sucks. especially in a small town like this where everyone knows your business. your business? steve harrington dumped you like trash two weeks ago to go chase after nancy wheeler. the kicker? nancy is, or rather was, your best friend. the feeling of stares on your back as you walk down the halls intensifies every step you take. who cares what they think? steve and nancy can go suck faces because you stopped caring when you found out they were actually together. you walk past steve and nancy, giving them the slightest side eye and then scoffing. “poor nancy doesn’t get it yet,” you think, shoving your locker open to grab books. “she’s going to be just another notch in his bedpost. i guess he’s on a mission to sleep with every girl at school.” laughter fills the air and tommy h.’s annoying voice gets louder and louder.

“hey henderson!” tommy h. laughs. you roll your eyes and turn around. tommy laughs again and opens his mouth to speak, probably about to say something about steve and your backstabbing best friend. steve looks at you with apologetic eyes and nancy can’t even look at your face. 

“save it tommy, i really don’t care that harrington’s making his way through my friend group, he’ll probably toss her away like he did me by christmas,” you spat, slamming your locker shut with a satisfying clang. nancy cringes slightly and steve’s grip around her waist tightens.

“really y/n,” steve starts, trying to de-escalate the situation. you turn to him and he swears there were tiny flickering flames in your tear-filled eyes. “we can talk it out but you refuse to pick up your phone-”

“steve maybe i’m choosing not to get my heart broken again. move on. i’m not going to forgive you.” you interrupt him, almost letting out a nasty sob. tommy stifles a laugh and carol looks at you with the fakest of looks she has in her repertoire of bitch stares. you give steve harrington one last look and then walk away. you have better things to do rather than dwell on what could’ve been. you mom always told you that boys come and go but you didn’t think she literally meant they came and went. when steve left you swore to yourself you would never fall in love again until you met the right person. 

you leave the crowded hallway and walk angrily to your first class of the day. your books hit the wooden desk with a loud slam and you catch the eyes of a certain curly haired metalhead who sat next to you. 

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the sun setting over hawkins means another day in hell is over. not for you though, as you have to wait for dustin and his weird group of friends to finish this part of the campaign. finally the phone rings and you rush to your car to pick up your brother. usually he would bike home but the impending thunderstorm was enough to make your mother force you to pick him up. you usually didn’t mind the drive to the wheeler’s house but this time it feels like you’re driving to hell. as you drive down the winding roads that make up hawkins, the sky darkens and the wind picks up. this isn’t a regular storm as the trees are swaying back and forth. you finally get to the wheeler’s and the boys are waiting inside the open garage. they wave and your heart swells at the sight of your brother and the people that mean the most to him. he gets in the car and you rub the curls tightly packed on his head. 

“will! do you need a ride home? the storm’s probably gonna get worse as you ride home.” you ask. the younger byers brother had a special place in your heart. will was the tiniest of the group and he reminded you of your younger self. 

“i’m okay y/n thank you,” will says with a blush. you smile and give the boys one last wave before pulling off into the darkness that is your personal hell.

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the next day after school, dustin comes home in a rush. usually he’d go straight to mike’s for a dnd session but something must’ve happened at school for him to skip it. “dustin…. what’s wrong?” you question.

“will wasn’t at school today,” he says, running up the stairs. you follow him up. “he never misses school, mrs. byers won’t let him.” dustin empties out his backpack and starts filling it with his snack stash he keeps under the bed. 

“dude just chill out, he’s probably sick or something,” you start. but then you think about it. he was riding a bike home, in the forest part of hawkins during a thunderstorm. maybe he got knocked over by something. “actually now that you mention it he could’ve gotten lost last night. it was dark and windy, maybe he fell off his bike?” 

dustin snaps up straight and looks at you. “y/n you have to come with us to look. the police told us not to go out without an adult and you’re the closest thing we have to an adult-”

“you’re gonna need more than snacks to look for the kid.” you go down the hall to your room and open the door. your room. a safe haven from the outside world. the poster covered walls and stacks of metal records offered a sense of solace during your worst days. dustin steps into your room awkwardly. he can’t remember the last time he was in your room without you yelling for him to leave you alone so you could blast whatever dio record you had spinning. the thrifted trunk that acts as your bedside table contained some secrets: a canister of pepper spray and a butterfly knife. you unlock the trunk and grab your tools before locking it up. “let’s go dude,” you say, patting your brother’s back while he stares at you with the most confused look on his face.

“y/n since WHEN do you have a knife?!?!” dustin exclaims. you shush him because you’re not sure if your mom is home yet. his face is incredulous. never would he have imagined that his older sister was the type to have a hunting knife, nevertheless have it stored in her bedside table. 

“i got it to fend your demogorgons off with, stupid.” you say as you head downstairs. grabbing your keys for what feels like the millionth time this week, you make sure you’re ready to go in the creepiest forest you’ve seen since the sleepaway camp movie. claudia henderson had it instilled in your head since a young age that you do not in any circumstances go in the woods surrounding hawkins national laboratory. that didn’t stop you from exploring. only after you bought your knife. 

you, dustin and the other two remaining members of the party looked through the forest for hours. it started to rain but the boys demanded to keep looking even in poor conditions. suddenly the four of you found a strange girl in the woods. she had a shaved head and looked like she’d seen some fucked up shit. she was wearing a tattered, bloody hospital gown. where did she come from? the nearest hospital wasn’t in this direction. mike told the weird girl to get on the back of his bike and she immediately listened. you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with this girl. mike took her to his house, and the boys followed. you were feeling tired so you went home and went to sleep, dreading the next day of school and what insults tommy h. and carol would throw your way.

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the hallways the following morning were quiet. gossip spreads fast in a small town, no doubt everyone heard about the vanishing of will byers. the whispers weren’t even whispers anymore. nobody cares what you hear and what you don’t. some girls thought will’s older brother jonathan might’ve killed him since “he’s a freak”. you however knew that jonathan would never hurt anyone unless they hurt him or will first. you spotted him down the hall and you both made eye contact. you waved and he smiled at you in return. the pain in his eyes was evident. losing his brother must be the worst pain in the world for him. tommy h., carol, and steve were gossiping loudly. 

“if not jonathan,” tommy’s annoying voice cuts through the hushed whispers of the sophomore and junior hall, “it was probably that trailer trash munson kid. he likes that dungeons and dragons cult crap so he’s probably using byers’ brother as a sacrifice.” steve laughs.

“nah he’s probably just using him to sell to a younger crowd!” steve thinks he’s so funny and can barely finish his sentence before bursting out into hysterical laughter. you roll your eyes and leave, but not before you make a mental note to visit eddie’s trailer that night.

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“alright munson spit it out. where. is. will.” 

“i’m telling you lady henderson, i don’t know where the byers kid is. i may be a freak but i’m not into stealing kids.”

you sigh and shift your stance. two weeks ago, you would’ve laughed at the thought of standing outside hawkins’ freak of the week’s trailer. then again, two weeks ago you would’ve never expected will byers  to vanish while biking home from mike wheeler’s house. maybe you should’ve pressed harder for him to take that ride home. 

eddie’s face morphs into one with a shit-eating grin. oh how you want to kiss that stupid smile off his face. “look,” you start, biting your lip. “this is important, munson. my brother’s best friend is missing and it’s really stressing out the party so maybe you could stop being an ass for five minutes and help me out.”

“as you wish, lady henderson.” eddie bows dramatically and follows you off his front porch and into your car.

you’re so screwed.

#lex writes #eddie munson x reader #welcome to hell series #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #stranger things

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Outside used to be my sanctuary. I would spend hours upon hours outside, reading and listening to music on my ancient USB flash drive and whatever crappy pair of dollar store earbuds I owned at the time. I devoured books like they were the only thing keeping me alive. I guess they were. I remember long days on the old porch swing. It was a fabric and metal thing, bought cheap from Walmart after the summer season was over. The cushion was rotted out from being left in the rain so many times, and the thing squeaked every time it moved. But it was my place. I'd bring my pillow off my bed and lay out there until the sun went down and it got too dark to read. It was the only place I wasn't bothered.

Then outside wasn't accessible anymore. I was getting older, and my responsibilities outnumbered my age. I would leave for school before the sun rose, which was so horribly painful. I couldn't see the sun when I needed her. When I came home the sun was there waiting for me, but I was forced inside. I was fifteen and taking care of my three younger siblings, cooking dinner, doing the laundry, helping everyone with homework before doing my own. Never a thank you, never a please, just take care of this for me so I can go to work. My mother slept the days so she could work the nights. My father laid in bed, only yelling out to us when we were getting to be too loud. He never mediated, he never separated us. Just screamed at us to stop. Stop what? Existing as children in a house with too many rules, too little parenting.

Days and days and days of taking care of everyone else. I was the oldest, so of course I was the one to step up. Or I supposed get yanked up the stairs from the basement into the kitchen, the living room, the rooms of my siblings, caring for all the little things. But god forbid I miss the big things. The trash was overflowing and it didn't get taken out. The dishwasher had pinged long ago that it needed to be emptied, the dryer has buzzed and the pot of water was overflowing. Why hadn't I attended to any of that yet? Because Silas was sobbing over math homework, Breanna was holed up in her room, Skylar was outside running around with the neighborhood kids.

The end of the day would come, and I would finally be in my room, the only place left that I could be myself. No door, just a curtain separating my space from the rest of the basement. So easy for sound to get through. So easy to hear and be heard everywhere, not a shred of privacy. I had my furniture, my clothes, little of which I had chosen for myself. The only say I had in my room was the shelves of books. Books upon books, taking up space, each a portal to a world where I could be free. As many as I had, as many I read, it was never enough to pull me away. Every so often, a yell would carry from the kitchen to my room, reminding me once more that there were things that needed to be done, chores and siblings and god knows what else I'm forgetting because I've longed for it to go away. Never ending.

It went from a book a week to a book a month, and eventually, a year to finish a trilogy. Reading my solace, my only peace, had left me. I didn't have time for that which I loved. I barely had time for me. I was working until I slept, drifting off on textbooks and papers because I was struggling so hard to keep up with everything else that something had to give. The little Dutch boy with his fingers in the dam had nothing on me. I was losing all sense of myself. Who am I if not a caregiver, a mediator, a crying shoulder and a pillar, nothing short of a miracle worker?

A victim of circumstance, a casualty of chance. Everything I ever loved ripped away from me. My room filled with water every time it rained, taking with it so many of those otherworldly portals that were all I had to call mine. The water receded and the trash bags returned, marking the next cycle of death, but no rebirth. Some things can never be replaced. Especially not when there was never enough money for the most basic of things. I looked forward to annual library purges, tag sales and boxes of "free, please take" books. Babysitting money went as far as I could stretch it, scouring for any title that matched my needs. New worlds to explore, familiar ones to revisit, if it sounded good I bought it. Stacks of books higher than my arms could carry, always rounded down by the librarians who knew me, letting me add a few more for free, because it makes no sense only taking the first half of a series. How long before the floodwaters took them too?

I long to display my books the way they deserve. Built in bookshelves around the fireplace, shelves a dark stained wood, the bricks a deep crimson, filled with words that carry you away to a world where you're free. There for any and all to take and read, at any time of day or night. It's never to early to get lost in a book, nor too late to fall deeper under their spells. Books shown care and tenderness and love, by showing their wear. Cracked spines and ripped pages and frayed bookmark ribbons and faded covers, everything proving that these books have been read, loved, and appreciated, innumerable times. Books that aren't just mine, but mine to share. To never again get mildewed in cold rising waters, to never again be thrown haphazardly in a plastic bag bound for the dump. To always be just within reach of any pair of hands, old and young. To be read over and over and over again...

Ten years later, I can see the sun again. She's there when I need her, but gives way to the clouds gathering above. The rain graces my face, reminding me again that I chose to be alive, that I chose myself for once. That I can finally feel at peace.

#personal #I haven't written in ages god #I was inspired when I was sitting outside getting high af #I smoked sour diesel and was like hm this isn't hitting me in the brain like usual and then I wrote this #I can't decide if I wanna make this rebloggable or not #I mean I doubt it'll reach anyone outside of my circles on here #writing #spilled ink #Lex gets high #Lex writes #Lex maybe stop smoking sativas when you're supposed to be napping for work #but god my mil has the tv so loud rn for no reason