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cissywritess · 1 year

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Two

Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader

Warnings: 18+, Contains Dark themes, please no not read of you are sensitive. Please read warnings before reading any 18+ posts.

Notes: damm, unedited.

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You did your usual routine in the morning, using the toilet, brushing your teeth, and changing clothes. As you were tying your shoes you hear the doorbell ring, and you quickly go downstairs.

You didn’t expect there to be a cop when you opened the door, “Good morning ma’am, Are you Y/N,” he said. You furrow your eyebrows confused about why there was a cop looking for you.

“Yeah I’m Y/N, is there a problem officer?” You asked,

“We were informed that you saw Amelia Sawyer two days ago, I don’t know if you have heard but she’s missing,” he explained leaving you with wide eyes. You were shocked, I mean you guys weren’t as close as you were before but she was still your friend.

“Um- yeah I’ve seen her at the diner I work at, it’s 10 miles south. I’m sorry but when did she go missing,” you were curious.

“Apparently you and a group of friends were the last to see her,” he wrote down on his notepad. “Thank you for your time have a nice day,” he smiles and left. You closed the door still processing, there was no reason why she would run away or leave. You just hoped nothing bad has happened to her.

Half of the day was spent at school, Amelia’s friends and peers were talking about the possibilities that probably happen to her. They were also talking about doing a search party. Everyone was freaked out by Amelia going missing because it wasn’t her there was no reason why she would winningly leave. You didn’t consider going to the search party since no one knew you. And they’d probably give you funny looks as they did at the diner.

You were having a big headache at school and once you got home you knocked out on your bed. When you woke up you were surprised that you’re mom was there, she was in the living room having a glass of wine. Like always.

“Hey sweetie, I thought you worked today?” She seemed to have her attention on the tv and her phone.

“Today's my day off,” you go into the kitchen opening the fridge, “did you hear Amelia went missing,” you told her

“Isn’t she friends with you? Girls run away all the time I’m sure she’ll turn up soon,” she changed the channel to the tv. You ignore her, she’s in her own world.

You were preparing a sandwich, the only thing you ate all day, besides an apple for breakfast, you had a poor diet, you knew that but you didn’t have any time to really fit 3 meals in a day

You go upstairs to your room. Switching your laptop on, still no acceptance letters. You decided to watch a movie. You ate your sandwich and watched a family film. Halfway through you got a notification from them, your heart quickens as you hesitantly clicked on it. You have never been so scared in your life before, goosebumps were everywhere on your skin.

I wonder what happened to that fake bitch Amelia, maybe when she got home someone was waiting for her and you know, maybe that’s why she’s missing.

You were scared, your fingers loomed over the keys and started typing,

Did you do something to her?

At this point you were shaking, maybe it was a joke someone who was playing a prank on you, just because they have nothing else to do. You thought of many excuses for why they would say this, the three dots popped up making you more nervous.

Why don't you see for yourself?

A picture was sent, you thought for a second wondering what you would see, as you clicked on the photo. It was a picture of Amelia, she was naked her arms behind her back, and tied with her feet she had some type of cloth in her mouth. You quickly closed your computer and stood up horrified. Do you call the police? Just as you finished that thought you get a message, this time on your phone the contact name said Amelia and your heart dropped.

Don't try anything funny baby, is that your slut of a mother on the couch? Don't want another picture, do you?

This time you started crying, freaked out by what was going on. You got another text message from the same person

Calm down, and carry on with your day, I'll see you tomorrow.

Your body was shaking, you went downstairs and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. Your mom didn't acknowledge you as you locked the front door. You shut the curtains in your room and turned the lights off.

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The whole day was you worrying, at first you thought maybe it was someone from school but there wasn't anything out of place there. Your shift was the same, worrying. Almost at the end of the shift, the door rings, it was Steve and Bucky, they flashed a smile and sat at a booth, you went up to them,

"The usual, both of us," Steve said, you nodded and wrote it down.

"I do have to let you know that the diner closes in 20 minutes," You told him. He nodded, you went behind the diner placing his order in. You cleaned up the tables, Steve and Bucky were the last customers left. You place their food in front of them and as you were about to leave a hand grabbed your wrist.

"I missed you, baby," Bucky smiled at you. Your heart stopped, the same name your stalker called you.

"Y/N you can leave early I'll close up today," your coworker said snatching your attention, Bucky let go of your wrist and you quickly left to the back room.

You grabbed your stuff and headed for the bus stop, the last bus to come is your only ride home. You did not feel safe at all, looking around once in a while. Maybe he was just being nice, but the long pause before he called you that name left shivers down your spine. You pulled out your phone pretending to do something to keep you distracted.

"Need a ride sweetheart?" You jump, it was Steve, you didn't see Bucky anywhere.

"Um n-no thank you," you look down at your phone, Steve stepped closer to you making you feel uneasy.

"Bucky didn't mean to scare you off," He started as he licked his lips. "He was trying to be nice,"

"He didn't" You shook your head, the bus should have been here by now. The more you stayed here with him the more you felt like he wasn't a safe person to be around with.

"Really?" big arms wrapped around you holding you tightly. You were about to scream out for help, but Steve quickly cover your mouth. "Then why could I hear your heart pounding?" Bucky spoke in your ear.

You cried from being frightened, "sh sh sh, we'll be home soon," Steve shushed you. He removed his hand, before you could scream a cloth covered your mouth making you feel dizzy, you tried not to breathe it in but you were too out of breath. Soon enough you saw dark spots clouding your vision.

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burnthoneydrops · 5 months

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Home for the Holidays (s.o. x reader)

pairing: sam obisanya x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none? let me know if i missed anything! (not proofread haha)

a/n: a little christmas post for my favourite boy! I got a little carried away with this and basing it off the christmas special from season 2 but I hope you enjoy!!

“I thought you were spending Christmas with your mom,” Ted comments as you sit in his office, a semi-pitying look from both him and Keeley making you want to cover your face in your festive jumper.

“She picked Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day so to the hospital she goes,” you reply, twirling your phone in your hands.

“What about your sister?” Nate asks from his perched position.

“Her girlfriend invited her on a surprise trip to Paris until the end of the month. She invited me to come after but it felt weird y’know?”

“Damn, where’s she been hiding that money?” Coach Beard asks.

“No idea. My sister says she’s good at investing or something but I also have a sneaking suspicion she’s a nepo baby”. The group in the room do a collective ‘ah’ in understanding. Keeley asks about Sam, to which you explain that he doesn’t celebrate Christmas and since the relationship was relatively new, you didn’t want to scare him off with how intensely your mum and your sister love to celebrate. That was before you found out neither of them were going to be there of course.

Ted looks to Coach Beard, asking what he’s doing for Christmas.

“I thought you two broke up?” Keeley asks as he announces that he and Jane are going to a pagan tradition at Stonehenge.

“We did, but we bought the tickets before we broke up so we’re going as friends,” he replies with slight distaste.

“Well that’ll be….what about you Higgins?” Ted changes the subject.

“We open presents and then host a party for any members of the team who don’t have a place to go on Christmas. We usually get about two but Ted and Y/N, you’re more than welcome”.

“I appreciate the offer Higgie Smalls but once Henry wakes up in,” Ted checks his phone, “about an hour, he wants to open presents together and spend the whole day on FaceTime”.

Higgins looks at you for your response. You nod, a small smile on your face, “yeah, sounds like it could be fun. Thanks Higgins”.

After the boys had finished their Secret Santa exchange, you wait for Sam out in the hallway of the facility, saying hi to the other players that walked past and getting a high five from both Colin and Isaac. Sam was second to last to leave, still slinging his coat over his shoulders as he and Dani walked out together.

“So I will see you at Higgins’ house later mi amigo?” Dani asks Sam, who nods and gives him a firm handshake before they bump chests, both with big smiles on their faces.

“Ay I got invited to that too,” you smile at the two boys as Sam grabs your hand to walk to his car.

“I thought you were spending the day with your mum and sister?” Sam asks, looking down at you with scrunched eyebrows.

Your face falls as you realise you hadn’t told him. You quickly apologise, explaining that because work had been so busy the past few days, you thought you had told Sam that your family was going to be gone, but apparently that was not the case. He is quick to shush your apology, claiming that it’s fine because now the two of you will get to spend your favourite holiday together after all.

“I guess that means we could head over to your place for a bit before we go to the Higgins’?” you look across at Sam as he starts the car, but he is quick to shut it down.

“Do you not want to get changed before we head over? I can drop you off at your home and pick you up when you are ready,” he replies, looking straight at the road. “Besides, I have a dish I need to pick up as a housewarming present”.

“Oh,” you slump, a little defeated, “ok”.

Getting ready for the party did not take nearly as long as it felt like Sam had expected, as it took him forever to respond to your ‘I’m ready!’ text. Something felt weird about the whole ordeal but you push it off, wanting to enjoy your favourite day with some of your favourite people. By the time Sam pulls up in front of your house, you’d checked your makeup a million times in the mirror, made sure you’d unplugged your curling iron about the same amount, and was watching cat TikToks when the doorbell rang. “You look lovely my love,” Sam compliments as you open the door. You thank him, holding out your hand for him to take before you close and lock your door, making sure not to trip on the front steps.

The drive to the Higgins house is short, meaning you two are still somehow early for the event. It comes as a relief, though, when they open the door, as Sam had informed you in the car that he was in desperate need of the restroom. You hold back a laugh as the smallest of the Higgins boys answers the door, and you and Sam both look down with a little ‘hello’ and a wave. You take the dish from Sam as he enters the house first, but Higgins is soon to join you both, showing you two to the living room where all the appetisers had been laid out.

“What a wonderful spread,” you compliment, to which his wife Julie replies with a thank you and a large smile. As Higgins asks what Christmas makes Sam think of, to which you can’t help but laugh again as you know the answer, Julie offers you a glass of wine (which you gladly accept).

“Colonisation,” Sam replies, “but I am more than happy to celebrate the day with you. It’s Y/N’s favourite holiday anyway, so it won’t be my last,” he smiles at you. “We also have some friends in Lagos who celebrate with jollof rice and goat meat, so I made you some”. You hand the dish to Higgins, who looks sceptical.

“But don’t worry, I used chicken,” Sam clarifies.

“Thank God,” Higgins mutters, looking down at the dish before one of his older sons walks up, complimenting Sam on his protest against Dubai Air. Hearing Higgins swear in support of his son surprises both you and Sam, causing a round of light laughter before Sam is asking about the bathroom again.

“If it’s your favourite holiday, why aren’t the two of you doing something separate from the party?” Julie asks as she comes back in with the wine.

“I forgot to tell him that my family wasn’t going to be available, and when we celebrate, we go all out, so I didn’t want to scare him off when we’ve only been together a few months”.

“I doubt anything could scare that boy off,” Julie chuckles, “he’s the happiest, most dedicated boy on the entire earth. Plus, he’s in love with you”.

You blush, not expecting to get so personal with the Higgins family quite yet.

“She’s right, Y/N, we’ve all noticed it around Nelson Road,” Higgins joins in, standing next to the arm of the couch.

“That’s…nice,” you nod, not entirely sure what else to say.

The next chunk of time is spent voluntarily helping clean up the house before everyone else arrives, Sam having turned gathering the wrapping paper into a game with the youngest. You smile from the corner of the couch you were picking extra pieces of tape off of; watching Sam play with kids always made your heart melt.

“Did Santa bring you something good this morning?” Sam asks.

“It’s ok, I know there’s no Santa,” the youngest shrugs as Sam sits down at the dining table.

“But of course there is!” You comment, making your way over to the two, positioning yourself in the doorway.

“How could he possibly deliver presents to everyone in one night?” The boy questions.

“Ah see, but it is one night split between 24 different time zones. Santa’s true power is not his speed, but his endurance,” Sam explains.

“Wow,” the boy’s face lights up, “he got me a bicycle,” he smiles.

“Brilliant,” Sam gives him a double fist bump before the youngest runs off at the sound of the doorbell.

You walk over to where Sam is sitting, running your hands down his shoulders as he wraps one of his hands around your arm. You lean your cheek on the top of his head, muttering about how wonderful he is before he laughs, planting a kiss on the hand he grabbed, and shaking his head. The next to arrive are Dani, Jan Maas, and Richard-who also brought a date- all with something to offer in their arms. They look a bit like the three wise men, but with alcohol instead of gold. Zoreaux follows quickly after, looking incredibly smiley as he announces he had previously gone to the wrong house. As more and more people arrive, you start to feel that warm, tingly feeling that reminds you why you love Christmas in the first place. So many people around, all happy to see each other, brings so much joy, especially when it brings on a Nerf battle to which all members (children and adults) are very dedicated. Putting dinner together is a sight to see, considering the regular dining table was conjoined with a surfboard and a pool table in order to fit all of the guests.

You rest your head on Sam’s shoulder as he grabs a dish from one of his fellow players, smiling at the mention of goat meat and laughing as the youngest Higgins boy tries to sneak himself some wine from Richard’s bottle. “I’m glad we got to do this together,” you whisper into Sam’s turtleneck.

“Me too my love,” he replies, looking down at you and trying to kiss the top of your head.

Higgins stands up as everyone passes dishes around and makes joyful conversation, clinking his wine glass to make a toast. “I just want to thank everyone for coming,” he starts.

Sam raises his glass as you take your head off his shoulder, “to the family Higgins!” Everyone begins to cheer, Jan Maas clapping his hand against the table.

“You’re going to make me cry,” Higgins continues, “to my lovely wife, Julie, my sons, to you and all your families back in Lagos, Guadalajara, Groningen, Cordon, Montreal, Benin City, Harare, Kingston, and Santa Cruz de la Sierra. I know you would have preferred to be with them,” Sam reaches under the table and grabs your hand, “but it was truly an honour to have you with us, to share our traditions and help us make some new ones. To the family we’re born with, and the family we make along the way.” Sam squeezes your hand as Higgins finishes his little speech. “And most importantly, to Richmond!” “To Richmond!” Everyone cheers in response-you included, raising their glasses.

There was suddenly a sound similar to feedback from outside and the youngest Higgins goes out to check for the cause of the commotion. “Ho ho ho Higginses!” Ted calls from the street.

The team all crowd around the window, greeted by the sight of Ted and Rebecca with three buskers, all in festive outfits.

“Holy shit,” you laugh to Sam, who grabs your hand again before leading you out the front door. After spending a good bit of time outside with the team, dancing in the snow, everyone starts to say their goodbyes. You and Sam give parting hugs to everyone before getting in his car. He wordlessly starts to drive, and you assume he’s going to drop you off at your house, but as you miss the turn, you open and close your mouth in question.

“I thought we could continue the festivities at my place if that’s ok,” Sam comments, glancing at you before looking back at the road.

“Yeah, ok,” you smile, looking at the few houses decked out in Christmas lights as you keep driving.

“Now this sounds weird, but I need you to close your eyes as we walk in. I promise it’s nothing scary,” he adds that last part in response to the way your face scrunched up.

“Ok…” you laugh uncomfortably, covering your eyes with your hands as Sam links one of his elbows with yours, guiding you up to his kitchen before informing you that you can drop your hands.

The sight in front of you is truly amazing, and you almost start crying on the spot. Sam stands off to the side with a nervous smile as you scan the room, looking at all the Christmas decorations and a full table of your favourite desserts that stand in front of you. A trifle and a Christmas pudding, a spiced Victoria sponge and a pitcher of mulled wine. You turn to face Sam, still with the nervous look on his face, before running to close the distance with a bone crushing hug.

“I take it that you like it?” He asks, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

“I love it!” You sniffle as you let go, looking at him in admiration. “But how? Why? I mean you-”

“Your sister told me when she accepted that trip to Paris that both she and your mum would be gone, and I know how much you love Christmas, so I decided to put a little something together”.

“A little something? Sam, this is amazing! Thank you so much,” you hug him again tightly. “Why did you agree to go to Higgins then?”

“You love celebrating with other people, and I figured we could just add on to the celebration. Initially we were just going to come back here after Secret Santa, but it ended up working out because the Victoria Sponge wasn’t ready yet. So, I dropped you off first, and a little extra celebration time wasn’t going to do any harm,” he shrugs.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Only for you my love,” he chuckles, grabbing your face lightly, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips before turning back to the feast. “Now, let us not put this all to waste”.

You turn excitedly to the table, wondering how you got so lucky with such a wonderful boyfriend.

#ted lasso #sam obisanya #sam obisanya x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #roy kent #dani rojas #ted lasso one shot #sam obisanya x you

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antxlss · 11 months

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enchanted

pairing: rafe cameron x kook!reader

summary: after recently moving to the obx, you get an invitation to midsummers. while there you meet an enchanting boy.

warnings: none

words: 867

a/n: i’m back after like a two month break lol. this is obviously based off of taylor swift's song enchanted. had to do a fic on homer of speak now tv coming out soon. as always, thank you for reading! if you have any requests, please do not hesitate to reach out! i love you, enjoy! <3

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I just moved to the outer banks. My dad is expanding his automotive company, and we landed here. It's not like I'm complaining though. The house we have is ginormous, and its surrounder by houses the same size or even bigger. The only thing i have to complain abot right now is the fact that my family and I have to go to some kind of fancy outside party thing, Midsummers, i think is what they call it around here.

Our neighbors, the Williams, invited us. Of course my mom was ecstatic. I have complained ever since she accepted the invitation. She insists it's a perfect opportunity to make a first impression on the rest of the island. So, here I am, wearing an expensive dress and strapping on 5 inch heels that will probably be off of my feet 10 minutes into the night.

“Y/N honey, we have to go, your father is already in the car!” my mother yells from downstairs.

“Coming!” I reply as I stomp down the stairs. I get in the car dreading the long, tiring night ahead of me.

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After a short drive, we arrived at the venue. It's a beautiful outdoor space with fairy lights hanging and a bar to the side. We walk down the stairs and my mother is dragging me close behind her. My dad leads us to a group of people. He shakes everyone's hands and starts talking to them like he's known them his whole life. When he gestures to me I just fake a smile and nod my head sweetly.

We move from one family to another as my father introduces us and talks about his business and gives out his card. I am about to just walk away but something made my head turn, and apparently everyone else's. Down the entrance walks a family. They look pretty important, because everyone is practically lining up to talk to them. They all look like models. A broad dark haired man with a beard, two tan blonde haired women, a dark headed girl with glasses. And then there was a built boy wearing a powder blue suit. His hair was slicked back perfectly. My eyes lock with his piercing blue ones and I forget about all the reasons I don't want to be here right now. He cracks the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life. He looks away and talks to who I assume is his father. Then his silhouette starts heading in my direction.

Oh my gosh, he's coming over here. I straighten out my dress, adjust my hair, and try to hide my nervousness. He finally reaches me and I finally get a good look at him. He towers over me.

“Hey.” he breaks the silence.

“Hi.” I breathe out.

“You were staring at me.” he laughs.

“You were staring at me too.” I fire back.

“Touchee,” he grins. “You must be new here, I haven't seen you around here before.”

“Yeah, I just moved here about a week and half ago.” I answered.

“Well I'm glad you're here, welcome to the OBX. I'm Rafe Cameron.” he sticks his hand out for me to shake.

“Nice to meet you Rafe Cameron, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” I grinned.

Rafe and I talked about everything. He told me about his family, apparently they are pretty high up around here. He told me about kooks and pogues and how I'm a kook. I talked about where I moved from, and all my old friends. We talked about anything and everything. We made our way around the whole venue, I'd say. We stopped at the bar, sat down and occupied a few tables. We were talking about my first beach trip as a kid when my dad came behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hey honey, it's time to go,” he stated.

“Oh wow, already?” I was shocked.

“It's 12:00.” Rafe said with raised eyebrows.

“I guess we lost track of time.” I laughed. “I guess I have to go.”

“It was lovely to meet you.” Rafe grabbed my fingers and placed a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. “I hope to see you again.”

And with that, he walked away and I was left standing there smiling and blushing like an idiot. My dads voice broke me out of my trance.

“Good idea, making friends with the Camerons, I've heard they have a pretty big influence around here.”

Everything he said was going in one ear and out the other. I was in a trance, I was enchanted to meet Rafe Cameron.

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I’m laying in my bed. It's 2 a.m. and I can't go to sleep. All I can think about is him. While I struggled to get that tight dress off, while I showered and scrubbed all the hairspray out of my hair, while I washed all my makeup off, my thoughts echoed his name. I want to know if he is in love. I want to know if he knows how I feel. I want to know if he feels the same way. I guess I won't know until I see him again.

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Unexpected

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: request here

Warnings: angst, mentions of Depression

Pairing: Vada Cavell X Fem!Reader

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It had been a three months ever since the shooting, and you were slowly getting more comfortable in school again. It was hard, getting back pretending that you were alright, and slowly but surely, you were managing. Sure, it would have been easier if you had someone who went through the same shit by your side, so you could “help” each other go through the pain, but the only help you ever received was one from a psychologist who knew nothing about how it felt, because she never was in a school shooting. You had friends in school and sure they went through it too, but they were soon over everything, they recovered quickly, so the only Friend written with capital F you had was Vada. You had met her during the first year of high school and you immediately clicked together, your feelings eventually turning into something more, but you never found the guts to tell her.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Vada said, catching up to you as you were speed-walking to your next class. “It’s been ages since we last spent an evening together! Do you want to come have lunch at my place and maybe we can watch a movie next?” She asked, walking this fast had always been hard for her, that��s why she tripped on her own shoelaces. “I can’t, I have to study. History test, remember?” You said, not even giving her a look of acknowledgment as you walked faster, making her stop dead in her tracks as she sighed and walked to her own class. She felt like you didn’t want to be her friend anymore, she felt as if you were ignoring her… no, you were indeed avoiding and ignoring her, and it made her upset, did she do anything to you that made you upset? She’s done nothing but wanting to stay at your side… or maybe not.

“You don’t get it mom! She’s acting so weird, she keeps avoiding me without an apparent reason!” Vada blurted out while sitting on the kitchen counter, legs crossed as she ate some peanuts, venting to her like she always did after the shooting. “Are you sure that there’s no apparent reason like you say?” Her mother asked, she was cleaning the dishes after having lunch. “Yes I’m sure! These past two weeks I’ve been always texting her and asking her to spend time together but she always dismisses me or gives me cold replies-“ her mother was quick to interrupt her. “You’ve given yourself an answer already, Vada. You said “the last two weeks” but ever since the shooting she has been worried sick about you. She texted you every day, you have no idea how many times she came here looking for you and you were never home, every time I had to tell her you were with Mia” Vada looked down. And when you weren’t home, she’d constantly facetime you on your laptop, it would ring nonstop for two hour hours straight, until one day I gave in and replied”

Two months earlier…

You were panicking like your usual in the afternoon when you were home alone, you kept on thinking about the shooting, how you could die and almost did, and how you just needed someone to hug you and tell you it was going to be alright, so you were trying to facetime Vada for two hours straight now, not getting a reply until you did, but it wasn’t Vada, it was her mother. You quickly wiped your tears and sniffled “Miss Cavell, hi..” you said, trying not to let her hear the evident shake in your voice. “I’m taking it that Vada is at Mia’s place?” Vada’s mother looked at you with a sad look in her eyes and nodded. “I figured… I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I’ll hang up now, will you please tell her I called?” You asked, the woman was about to say yes, but then she figured that if you’d called Vada, it meant that you needed someone to talk to. “Yes I will. But now why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you? I can only tell that it’s about the shooting so please, just go ahead and tell me everything. I know it’s something hard to deal with.” And you did, that time you just told her everything. You cried and vented, letting her give you the comfort you desperately needed from your best friend.

“I could only tell what she felt but She was desperate Vada. She was broken, Depressed, scared, traumatized. She needed her best friend’s help, she needed you yet you were nowhere to be seen. I’m not quite sure what she felt but I can tell for sure that she felt and feels replaced. One day you were best friends with her and the next you replace her with some girl you just met, how would you have felt?” Vada kept on looking down. Her mother was right after all, but she was too busy being with Mia to even notice that her friend was slowly slipping away from her. “She stopped coming here, she stopped calling. She gave up, because she knew that if she’d ask for you, you’d never be there for her and now she’s upset because of this and she has every right to be, Vada. And you have no rights to be upset because she’s ignoring this when clearly you started this first. I’m telling you this stuff because clearly you didn’t realize this until now and for your own good I’m telling you to whatever’s in your power to fix this friendship. (Y/N)’s the most genuine person I ever met, and she’s the best friend you could ever ask for so don’t waste this.”

It was obvious to her mother’s eyes that the two girls felt something stronger than just a friendship for each other. However she always promised her daughter not to interfere in her love life so she left this detail out of the conversation, but the least she could do was give her daughter tips on how not to lose you. All that she said was true. She did ignore you, but she never meant to ignore you for too long, she hadn’t even realized that it had been three months after the shooting. She had lost perception of time. “Can I go to her place?” Vada simply asked her mother, who nodded and gave a small sad smile. Vada was soon out of her home and running to your house. She knew your parents would be working and you would be at home alone.

“(Y/N)?” She called for you as she rang the bell. “It’s me, Vada, can we talk? Please?” The girl asked as she took a peak in your house from the window, until she saw you come open the door and she smiled goofily. You didn’t reciprocate it, but you looked at her when you opened the door. “Hi” she said and kept on smiling but her smile soon dropped when she saw your face “just come in” you told her, and when you were two in your living room you started talking. “what do you want Vada?” You asked her. Of course you were upset with her. “Nothing I-I’m worried about you… I haven’t seen you around, I haven’t seen you at football practice.. are you okay?” She asked, you were trying so hard not to snarl at her “but I don’t want you to be worried at me Vada. Because recently you’ve showed me that you don’t care” you said and looked at her with a sad smirk.

“But I do care-“ “no you don’t Vada! That’s the fucking problem, you say you care, you’re convinced you do but you don’t! After the shooting you completely shut me off, you ignored me, my messages, my calls even though your mother always told you that I’d step by or call you, yet not once did you bother even ask me how I was doing, how do you think I felt, Vada? How would you feel if the girl you love started ignoring you suddenly and started spending time with a stranger? Huh? I was always, ALWAYS trying to check on you and what did I get in return? Nothing, I got nothing” you said, tears started forming in your eyes. “While you were safely hiding in the bathroom with your new best friend I was face to face with Matt Corgan. Yeah, the shooter. Remember him? I used to tutor him. This is the only reason why he spared me” you said and your started breathing heavily, some tears leaving your eyes.

“(Y/N)…” she knew you were going into full panic attack and she didn’t want you to. However you ignored her. “I saw life flash before my eyes. He pointed the gun to my head and he threatened me to kill me if I ran and called the police and for almost two months I tried talking to you, I needed you, I needed my best friend yet you were nowhere to be seen and I felt alone, Vada… I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life and it was your fault! You can’t just fucking push away the people that care about you” you said and turned around, you weren’t facing her anymore. Hands in your hair as your breath quickened “FUCK!” You yelled and started kicking the whatever you could find in the living room. “Dude, calm down-“ she tried, but you weren’t listening to her.

At some point Vada ran over to you, not caring if she got hurt as she tried hugging you from behind “no, no no- let me go!” You sobbed out, yet she wasn’t having any of it. She tried to calm you down with you squirming around, not wanting her to hug you as you tried to get away from her soft but firm grip. Eventually she managed to move you against the sofa, making you lay down on it as she straddled you to keep you still, hands holding your wrists. “(Y/N), calm down please!” She said but you weren’t having any of it. Vada didn’t know what to try to calm you down… until she did. She leaned down and kissed you, until she felt you relax your body and let out a shaky sigh, but you kissed her back. God you had been waiting for this moment forever, yet you never expected it to actually happen, you never expected her to reciprocate your feelings.

At some point Vada pulled back slightly, foreheads touching as she looked at you, her look being a soft one. You looked at her with tears in your eyes, they had stopped flowing out. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven” you whispered. She giggled and then kissed you again.

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profoundbondfanfic · 10 months

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A Beginner's Guide to Communing with the Dead

A Beginner’s Guide to Communing with the Dead by suspiciousflashlight (@huntingthehaggis) Rating: Mature Word Count: 77k

Maybe it's the little girl whose disappearance turned into a murder, and whose murder turned into a cold case, and who has now apparently decided to move in with him. Maybe it's the unacceptable hole left in his life when his dumb best friend and partner in (the prevention of) crime decided to go and get himself killed. Maybe it's his brother, whose high-profile career and fantastic girlfriend and first-child-on-the-way are steadily leaving Dean in the dust. Pick one. Pick all of them. The why doesn't matter so much as the what, and the what is this: Dean is pretty sure he's going completely, certifiably insane. Sure, he hasn't started wearing all his clothes inside out, and he still showers on a regular basis (anyways, that's not crazy, just a little eccentric); but there's no getting around the fact that he just threw away his life, his career, and his reputation by dragging out his mom's old necromancy book and summoning a Class A Forbidden Entity to his attic. A cranky one, too. With horrendous bed-head.

Okay, my friends, if you haven’t read this one yet, drop everything now and click on that link!! Don’t wait around, just do it!

(And even if you already know the fic, I’m pretty sure it’s time for a reread, don’t you think? Since it’s always time for a good reread!)

Because this story, it’s simply something else.

It is told from Dean’s POV who is in a kinda dark place at the beginning. Either everything is going to shit around him or everyone is living their best lives without him and the gruesome murder case that lands on his lap one day surely doesn’t make things any better. Soon enough he finds himself at his wit’s end and in a desperate attempt to get justice for the victim he does something very, very stupid - illegally summoning an entity that should never be summoned, that is.

Dean isn’t really sure what he expected, but the blue-eyed, grouchy creature certainly takes him by surprise. Castiel seems devoid of emotions and alienates everyone in his vicinity without even trying which, of course, makes it extra hard for Dean to hide his true identity from his colleagues and family. Over time, however, he learns to appreciate Castiel’s uniqueness and Castiel in turn starts to change the closer his relationship with Dean becomes.

The worldbuilding of this fic just sucks you right in, transforming the whole thing into some sort of extraordinary urban fantasy crime novel. Thanks to Dean’s POV the writing style is witty and oftentimes hilarious in that special Dean sort of way and often enough you can’t help but laugh even in the grittiest of situations.

The development of Dean and Castiel’s relationship is simply captivating, both a nod to canon as well as its own special kind of insanity. It’s just addicting to watch those two slowly but gradually get their shit together.

And on top of that the actual case is truly riveting, keeping you on the edge of your seat the whole time.

So yeah, what are you waiting for? Happy reading 😁

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I'll be summer sun for you forever (Basil Stitt x Reader)

Warnings: Suicidal ideation

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A/N: Fluffy Basil? Definity not what anyone was expecting....

Basil is pretty sure this is a dumb idea, so far he’s called his now ex-girlfriend, and his parents, neither have responded, he plugs the phone back into the wall of his ruined apartment to make one last desperate call. His childhood Friend, the girl next door who moved across the country after high school, he’s dials the number, and it only rings once before she picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Uh I don’t know if this is a goo-”

“Basil! Oh my god I haven’t heard your voice in forever! How are you?”

“Uh, well not great, there’s some… really weird stuff going on with me.”

“Weird like the time you got your head stuck in the railing or weird like the time that guy on the history channel had you actually convinced Aliens existed?” She asks with a slight laugh. He kinda laughed back.

“Uh…weirder than both of those.”

“Well Shit Baz…Didn’t think that was possible.” He hears her set something down, It was clear he had her undivided attention now.

“Well yeah. Um…well you remember my girlfriend? I told you about her right”

“Mhm, we actually met briefly the last time I was in town. She didn’t seem to like me much.”

“Well apparently she’s been cheating on me for like a year and some change…” he was deflecting the real problem here, the lightning, the scar, the mental breakdown. Probably good to start on the easy part right?

“That bitch! I’m so sorry Basil, that’s just not right, you’re the best guy I know, you worshiped the ground she walked on. Why the fuck would she do that?”

“I don’t know, but that’s just the beginning of my bad luck…” something about his tone of voice triggered the “Mom friend” in her

“Okay let me sit down and you’re gonna tell me everything…” he could hear her footsteps on the floor in over the phone and it’s all he can do to not start crying again.

“You’re not going to believe me when I tell you.” He says

“I don’t care, you’re going to tell me anyway.” She was always good at getting him to do what she wanted. From playing the board game she wanted to as kids to asking out the girl he liked to prom, she had a way of convincing him that he just couldn’t resist. So he gave up fighting her years ago. So he breaks down and tells her… Everything.

“All this time I didn't know you were breakin' down…” She whispers into the phone reviver. “I-I don’t know, I’m thinking of just…Ending it all. It’s really bad…I look like a monster, and I feel like I’m going more insane every day…”

“Basil…I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around…” He can hear the tears in her voice. “I’m coming to see you, I’ll help you get it all figured out.”

“No. Please don’t I don’t want to be seen like this, I just want it to be over okay?”

“I don’t care how bad it is or what you look like Basil. I’m getting on the next plane to New York. I refuse to lose my best friend.” That tone of voice the one he knows he can’t argue.

“Okay…” He’s kinda glad she’s coming. But doesn’t know how to face it.

By the next day she’s standing in his apartment helping him clean stuff up. She had arrived on the red eye, early in the morning. She hadn’t shied away from the Scarring on his face or the how his eye had gone white. She didn’t care. She had just held him in her lap as he had cried. She had run her fingers through his hair and hummed sweet melodies.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked

“You’re my best friend Baz.”

“I haven’t been a good friend, I haven’t called in a year why on earth…”

“It doesn’t matter Basil, You’re still my friend. And I love you even at your darkest.” She tried to smile at him but he can’t look at her

“I don’t believe that.” He grumbles. She puts aside the broom she was using and carefully took his face in her hands looking him directly in the face, before softly kissing him, he’s shocked but he kisses her back, his hands, shaking, end up on her waist. Every move she makes done with determination but with a gentle quality that Basil hadn’t felt from anyone in a very long time. As they break the kiss more tears falling from his face. She wipes the tears away and softly tells him the one thing he needed to hear more than anything.

“Believe in one thing, I won't go away”'

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sexy-adjacent · 1 year

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Flirting With Your Sister

You’re back in Hawkins visiting your little brother, Dustin Henderson. You’ve been away at college, and haven’t been home for a couple years. However, you decided to move back home for a year before starting your master’s program. Your mom practically begged you to since she’ll be traveling a lot for her job the next several months, and wanted someone to be able to watch Dustin. You think Dustin is old enough not to need a babysitter, so you plan on just being the cool older sister.

One night, you’re home making dinner. Dustin is out with some of his friends and said he would probably be staying the night at Mike’s, so you’re looking forward to a relaxing night at home by yourself. However, as you’re wrapping up dinner, there’s a knock on the door. You open the door and you’re a little taken back by the handsome stranger at your door. His chocolate brown eyes gazed directly into yours. He has shoulder-length, brown curls, rings adorning most of his fingers, and a leather jacket with a denim vest over top. He’s not usually the kind of guy you’d find attractive, but there’s something about him that you find just delicious.

Apparently you’ve been staring at him for a while because he awkwardly clears his throat and lets out a soft “hello?”

“Sorry! Hi! I’m Y/N." You say it so fast it almost sounds like one word.

“Y/N, the older sister. It’s nice to meet you. Dustin’s told me lots about you.”

“You know Dustin?” You ask, somewhat confused as to how this full grown (hot) man knows your teenage brother.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m Eddie. We’re friends from school. He’s also in my DnD club, Hellfire.”

“So you’re the famous Eddie? I’ve actually heard a lot about you, too. Dustin looks up to you a lot, which means he bores me with stories of you all the time.” You say, playfully. He smiles at this remark and you notice yourself getting a little weak at the knees. “So, anyway… Dustin’s not home and he told me he would likely be staying over at a friend’s house.”

“That’s fine. I just lost some of my dice, and I wanted to ask if he’d seen them or maybe accidentally took them.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to come in and look around. His backpack is on the chair in the living room. Maybe he tossed them in there with his own stuff.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to bother you.”

“I’m not doing anything at the moment, and it’s just me here. I wouldn’t mind a little company,” you say with a smile. Truth is, you do mind. You were looking forward to a quiet night alone, but it’s not every day that such a good-looking guy shows up at your door, so you decide to take advantage of the situation.

You lead Eddie to the living room and show him Dustin’s backpack. You then excuse yourself to go finish your dinner that you had momentarily forgotten about. You take a couple bites and then you’re interrupted again by a knock at the door. You go and look through the peephole. Your heart stops. It’s Jason Carver. He was a sophomore when you were a senior at Hawkins High a few years ago, but that didn’t stop him from asking you out. You obliged and went on one date with him. It was awful. Jason has the biggest ego out of anyone you’ve ever met. He talked about himself and about basketball the whole date. When he dropped you off, he went in for a kiss and you rejected him. This made him furious. He wasn’t used to not getting his way. The next week at school, he told everyone that he’d gotten to third base with you. You spent the rest of your senior year trying to dispel the rumors while Jason spent the rest of the year trying to get another date with you. Not only that, but Dustin’s told you that he’s been an asshole to him and his friends since Dustin started high school this year.

You’re guessing that he heard you’re back in town, and wants that second date he never got. You don’t really want to spend the next year dodging his advances, so you quickly conjure up a plan that hopefully gets Jason off your back for good.

“Hey Eddie,” you whisper as you walk back to the living room. Eddie looks up from Dustin’s bag with a confused look.

“Why are we whispering?” He whispers back.

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Umm… sure?” he says. It’s more of a question, but you’ll take it. There’s another knock at the door. Jason must be getting impatient.

“I don’t really have time to explain, but I might need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. I’ll give you the signal if I need you to come over.” You walk away before Eddie really has a chance to answer.

You answer the door and Jason is standing there in his letterman jacket over a polo shirt. He’s smiling wide. Too bad he’s such a jerk, because he really is kind of good-looking. “Y/N! You are back!” It looks like he’s going in for a hug, but you take a step back, so he awkwardly lowers his arms back to his sides. You stand in awkward silence for what feels like several minutes before Jason finally speaks again.

“I heard you were back in town, and I wanted to come and welcome you home.”

“Thanks,” you say flatly. Jason hardly notices that you are less than thrilled to see him. Classic narcissist.

“I was also kind of wondering if maybe you’d want to go out on that second date we never got.”

“I don’t think so. I’m not really interested.”

“Why not?” Jason asks. You can tell that even this simple rejection has begun to anger him.

“I mean, I shouldn’t have to give you a reason. No means no. I know you’re not used to hearing no, but that’s no excuse to throw a tantrum.”

This really seemed to piss him off. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t get to talk to me that way. And I demand that you give a reason why you keep rejecting me. I don’t think you really have a reason, you just want to be a bitch.”

“Reason #1: You just called me a bitch. Reason #2: You spread a rumor about me because you got pissed off that I wouldn’t kiss you. Reason #3: You’re a conceited jerk. Reason #4: You’re a bully to my brother and his friends. And reason #5…” You quickly glance at Eddie who is watching this unfold out of Jason’s view. You motion for him to come stand next to you. “Reason #5: I have a boyfriend.” As soon as you say it, Eddie comes into view and puts his arm around your shoulder. You feel a few butterflies in your stomach at this action.

“This is your boyfriend?! You’re joking! How would you guys even get together?”

Eddie chimes in. “I’m friends with her brother who introduced us over the phone. After we were introduced we talked almost every single day, and then when she got back to town we decided to make it official.” You look at Eddie, impressed that he was able to come up with that on the spot.

“Y/N, please tell me this is a joke. You cannot be dating Eddie “the freak” Munson!”

“Nope, not a joke. Eddie’s my boyfriend. The best boyfriend I’ve ever had, in fact.” Eddie is grinning at the fact that Jason is fuming at the two of you. “And might I add…” you lean closer to Eddie and whisper in his ear loud enough for Jason to hear, “that they don’t call him a freak for nothing. Isn’t that right, big boy?” You give his ear a quick little nibble and you can feel Eddie’s arm tense up around you.

Eddie turns to look at you. “Oh, baby. You are filthy!” There’s a hint of mischief in his eye that nearly makes you swoon.

“Sick! You guys are sick!” Jason yelled as he backed away from the doorway. He then turned around and headed back to his car. You watched him drive away before closing the door, kind of in shock that your plan actually worked.

Eddie was the first to speak after Jason stormed off. "So, you gonna tell me what that was all about?"

You let out a little chuckle. "Uh, sure. I feel like I owe you that for coming to my rescue like you did." You see Eddie smile at this comment. You continue, "In a nutshell, I went on a date with Jason a few years ago, it went terribly, he tried to kiss me, I dodged the kiss, he got pissed, and then he told the whole school that we got to third base. I could never really escape the rumor, either. It affected what other people thought of me for the rest of the year, which is why I took off after graduation and haven't been back until now."

“I’ve always known Carver was an asshole, but wow. This might take the cake.” Eddie says with a sympathetic look.

“I’m mostly over the whole thing, but my skin still crawls every time I see him, so thanks again for helping me out. Hopefully he’ll leave me alone once and for all.”

“Yeah, hopefully. If not though… I’d be happy to be your boyfriend again.” Eddie says with a cheeky grin that makes you feel a little weak in the knees. “‘Cause I’m not gonna lie, your last line during our little roleplay was pretty hot.”

You did your best to suppress a goofy grin, but you couldn’t help it. Feeling a little rush of confidence you reply. “Well I’m not gonna lie, I think you’re pretty hot.”

Eddie’s grin grew even wider, if that was even possible. He didn’t say anything, but you caught his eyes starting to wander down your body. You started to get a little uncomfortable, so you quickly changed the subject. “Did you find your dice?”

“No, but that’s okay. I’ll check in with Dustin when I see him next and keep looking around my place, too.” There was a beat of awkward silence before Eddie continued. “Well, I better get going…”

You were eager to spend more time with him, though. You quickly interjected. “No!... I mean, I just finished making dinner. Are you hungry?”

“Oh, I could always eat. I don’t want to impose though.”

“You wouldn’t be, honestly. In fact, you’d be doing me a favor. I don’t like being alone and I made a ridiculous amount of food.”

“Well, in that case, I’m at your service fair maiden,” Eddie says with a little bow. It was so goofy, so why did it make your heart skip a beat?

Eddie follows you into the kitchen where you dish him a plate of spaghetti. You hand it to him and make your way over to the table where you already had a plate you were eating from. Eddie sits down next you and takes a bite of his food.

“This is delicious!Are you, like, a chef, or something?” He asks with his mouth full of food as he wipes his bottom lip with the back of his hand.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “No, it’s just spaghetti and one of the only things I know how to make, so don’t get your hopes up for future meals.”

“First of all, I don’t eat this fancy very often so I’m sure I’ll think anything you make is delicious. Second of all, you think we’ll continue to share meals?” You could tell by the glint in his eye that he was amused by the statement you’d made, which flusters you.

“Ummm… I mean, definitely not if you don’t want to, being as we just met and you don’t know me and I don’t know you but I guess you do hang out with my brother so we may or may not cross paths again. I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to the idea, but again, no pressure. Anyway, I’m rambling now and it’s getting awkward and you’re looking at me like I’m crazy or something so I’m just doing to stop talking right about now!” You say all of this in one breath, mortified that you couldn’t put together a coherent answer to Eddie’s simple albeit flirty question.

He laughs. It’s gorgeous and yet you feel mortified that you embarrassed yourself. That is, until he speaks.

“I don’t think you're crazy, and I would like to share more meals with you. Don’t feel pressured to cook for me though, I’m really good at ordering pizza. Or, we don’t have to have food. I’d hang out with you either way.”

Eddie starts leaning closer. Your eyes dart down to his lips for a quick second. When you glance back up to meet his gaze, you notice that he’s even closer to you and he’s now stealing glances to your lips.

Suddenly, you hear the front door swing open. “Y/N! I’m home!”

You and Eddie fly apart, almost sitting at complete opposite ends of the table. Dustin calls for you again.

“In here, Dusty!” You yell back.

Dustin rounds the corner and enters the kitchen. “Eddie? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, he was just-” Eddie cuts you off.

“I was just flirting with your sister.”

You roll your eyes while trying to hide a smile creeping up on your lips.

“No, he was looking for some dice.”

“Oh right, that is what I was doing here. You haven’t seen them, have you, Dusty?”

Dustin cringes at Eddie’s use of the nickname. “No, I haven’t seen them. However, I do feel slightly uncomfortable hearing that you were flirting with my sister, even if it was just a joke.”

“It was not at all a joke. Sorry, dude. Your sister’s cute and I think she likes me.” Eddie turns back to you and gives you a wink. He then stands up from the table and walks closer to Dustin. “Don’t worry, Dusty. Nothing happened… this time.” Dustin goes beat red. You can’t tell whether it’s from embarrassment or outrage. “Anyway, I better get going. It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I hope to see more of you.” Then he quickly headed out the front door.

“I don’t like this, Y/N.” Dustin says once Eddie closes the door behind him.

“Well that’s too damn bad, little brother. Stop having adorable friends and maybe I’ll stop flirting with them.” You say, then stick your tongue out at him.

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"Byler Endgame, One Episode at a Time" - s5e5

Plot beats and scenes leading to a Byler endgame, one episode at a time, for Season 5 of Stranger Things. (This is just for fun! I have no insider knowledge!)

Also see Part 0, where I explain what I think a Byler Endgame has to address. Link to the previous episode.

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Will is unconscious and bound to prevent him from taking off his headphones. Mike and El stay with Will. The group heads out to assault Vecna’s power source when Vecna is distracted by Will. El will piggyback and try to protect Will.

El talks to Mike. “You know why he took off the headphones, Mike?” “Vecna controlled his mind?” “No, Mike… Will was doing it. He loves you, Mike. I saw what Vecna told him. He said he’d kill you if he doesn’t give himself to Vecna.” Mike’s mouth drops open. El tears up: “He doesn’t see living without you, Mike… Did you know he’s loved you since you were five years old?” Mike can’t believe what he’s hearing. “WHAT?” “If he makes it, you have to talk to him, Mike, okay? No more pretending.” She tenderly puts her hand in his hair. “Friends don’t lie.” Mike starts to realize it all and starts to sob. She hugs him. Mike glances at Will and looks back at El: “Thank you. I - I’m so sorry…” She shakes her head and smiles, and kisses Mike on the cheek.

They hear from the walkie-talkie that now is the time. She takes Mike’s hand, “I can help you talk to him.” He understands and nods. They each hold one of Will’s hands. El takes the headphones off of Will. He starts to breathe heavily. Vecna is getting close… They close their eyes as El starts to focus.

Current-day Will is in the Upside Down, in the woods, and El is nowhere to be seen. Something is pursuing him. He runs to the old Byers house, runs in, and shuts the door. He hears Vecna taunting him: “How suitable. It’s time to finish what I started…” Will runs out to the old shed where the gun is. He is hyperventilating and starts to load the bullets. He feels the back of his neck, and turns around. He knows Vecna is in the back yard. Vecna slowly approaches the shed… when Will strides out and fires the gun. Vecna staggers back. Will is reliving and struggling through all the trauma and pain of everything that has happened to him since that fateful night. He strides forward, repeatedly firing, getting closer each time.

The bullets only have so much effect, and Vecna grabs Will by the neck. Will starts panicking. Back at Hopper’s cabin it becomes apparent Will is being Vecna’d. Mike: “El, what’s happening?” El is still struggling to focus. Mike tearfully kisses Will’s hand. “I’m right here!” El arrives in the Upside Down. She tries to stop Vecna but vines immediately grab her and restrain her. Vecna smiles and looks at Will: “Good… I see you have power over this place, too…” El looks in horror at Will, who is looking at Vecna in utter despair as he continues to taunt him. The more hopeless he feels, the more horrible his surroundings become. The Upside Down is tied to Will. El cannot reach him. Will starts to levitate.

Back in Hopper’s cabin, El levitates herself and Mike together with Will. She tightens her grip on Mike’s hand. Mike’s eyes open wide as he realizes what El’s doing. She shares his memories with Will (“I asked you to be my friend. You said yes”… a kindergarten Mike and Will swinging high on a pair of swings… biking through the rain and hugging his mom when he thought Will was dead, jumping off the cliff to join Will, by his bedside in s2, apologizing to Will in the rain, Will: “Not possible,” Mike looking back at Byers house and hugging his mom again, reading El’s letter “Maybe it is for a girl, I think there is someone he likes”, Will giving Mike the painting in the van, Mike happy seeing the painting, Will: “better for being different”) Mike: “I love you Will! Not just as a friend… I’ve always loved you. The painting, all of it, going to Vecna… I know what you’re doing! I won’t let you! And I’m sorry! I was too stupid to say how I feel. I was scared Will! I’m so sorry…”

… Vecna snaps Will’s arm. Mike: “No!!!”

In the Upside Down, Will opens his eyes with a look of utter determination. The vines unwrap around El. She distracts Vecna enough that Will falls to the ground (here and in Hopper’s cabin). El and Vecna have a showdown. The rest of the party, seeing their chance, get at Vecna’s power source. Seeing he is weakened, Vecna hurries elsewhere.

Will wakes up and winces from his arm, and looks kind of lost. Mike and El look at each other with concern. Mike: “I’m here.” He wants to hold Will but doesn’t want to hurt him. Will looks directly at Mike and extends his one good arm to him. Mike cups Will’s face and kisses him passionately. It is a long kiss… Will puts his hand in Mike’s hair, tears flowing. When it’s over Will is in disbelief. “Am I dead?” El and Mike laugh. Mike caresses Will’s hair. Mike: “Don’t leave me Will, ever…” Will laughs and nods. “Okay.” Mike laughs, they kiss, and then hold on to each other as tightly as Will’s arm allows.

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Chestnuts

Day 4

Summary: Marcus & Peanut roast chestnuts with Grandma.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x You, Marcus Pike x Female Reader (Peanut)

Fandom: The Mentalist

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, discussions of sex and blow jobs

Word Count: 1,027

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“Is this too many?” You asked your grandmother, gesturing to the vast amount of chestnuts on the kitchen counter.

“Might not be enough,” Grandma replied. ‘This has always been a family favorite—for both families.” She looked at Marcus who nodded in agreement. A couple hours ago you and Marcus had ”come out” to your families about your new relationship. Needing a break from all the questions and advice, you both had volunteered to help Grandma make her famous roasted chestnuts. She added butter and honey to them which made it an irresistible holiday snack. The three of you sat together at the kitchen island and worked in quiet peace. It was a nice change from all the chatter you had to deal with today.

“I think the first two batches are ready to go in,” Grandma told Marcus. He dutifully stood up and carried two trays to the oven. You couldn’t help but stare at him in awe. He was so beautiful and finally all yours.

“You’re drooling, dear,” Grandma said with a chuckle. You rolled tour eyes at her playfully. Marcus placed a kiss on the top of your head just before retaking his seat next to you.

“How’d you know about us, Grandma?” You asked. “The other day when we were baking cookies…you already knew we were together. How?’”

“It was very clear,” Grandma answered. “The two of you have always been obvious in your ‘secret’ feelings for each other, but there was always a…tension there. Something missing. Like two magnets being forced apart even though all they wanted, their entire purpose in life was to be together. The other day, that tension wasn’t there anymore. So, I knew you had finally admitted your love for each other.”

“Wow,” you whispered.

“I didn’t realize how transparent we were,” Marcus said quietly.

“Apparently not to each other,” you laughed.

“True,” Marcus agreed. “I’m just glad we finally got on the same page.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

“Me too,” Grandma chimed in. “Now make me the happiest old lady in Seattle and give me some great-grand babies!”

“Gonna need some time before that, Grandma,” you chided playfully.

“Yeah, but we can definitely practice until we’re ready…a lot,” Marcus added.

“Marcus Pike!” You scolded. He just smiled and kissed you softly.

“Ugh! Gross!” John shouted as he walked into the kitchen. “Can you please refrain from mauling my baby sister when I’m in the house?” Marcus pulled away and laughed.

“John, you are such a fucking cock block!” You groaned at him.

“Just payback for that time I snuck Janie Stevens over the night Mom and Dad were out of town,” John said with an evil grin.

“That was years ago!” You scoffed. “You were in high school You can’t still be pissed about that!”

“Yes I can!” John argued. “She refused to go out with me again after that! I only ever got to second base with her, and the rumor was she gave the best head in school.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I stopped your oversexed teenage self from getting into yet another girl’s pants in high school,” you said sarcastically. “It’s not like she was the only girl willing to sleep with you. You were—and still are—a massive manwhore.”

“If I remember correctly,” Marcus chimed in, “you did sleep with Janie our first summer home from college. Even got her to give you one of her famously great blow jobs.”

“Ha!” You shouted. “Look at that. No need to be pissed at me since you did get—wait, Marcus.” You turned to your boyfriend. “How do you know her blow jobs are great? Have you slept with Janie?” Marcus’s eyes widened. John laughed at his friend’s discomfort.

“No, Peanut, I never slept with Janie,” Marcus said. You knew he was feeling the truth, but it was slightly off.

“What about a blow job?” You pressed.

“Huh?” Marcus dodged the question.

“Ok, let me rephrase that,” you said. “Has Janie Stevens’ nasty lips been anywhere near your cock?”

“Oh man,” John couldn’t stop laughing. “This is so much better than stopping you two from kissing.”

“Sweetheart,” Marcus began.

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, Marcus Pike,” you said sternly. You were trying hard not to laugh at the panic in his eyes. You wouldn’t be able to keep up this angry facade long. “Did you let her blow you?”

“We were teenagers!” Marcus said defensively. “It meant nothing. She blew everyone!” You burst out laughing. John fell to the ground he was laughing so hard. Even Grandma was chuckling.

“What the hell?” Marcus asked in shock. “You were fucking with me?”

“Of course I was!” You laughed. “Marcus, you’ve been married and engaged. Obviously you’ve had sex with women other than me. I’m well aware you have a past. Just like me.” He scowled at that.

“I don’t wanna think about that, Peanut,” he said darkly. You just smiled.

“The past doesn’t matter, my sweet Marcus,” you said softly, cupping his face. “All that matters is our present and future, my love.” He smiled and kissed your palm.

“For the record,” Marcus told you, “you give way better head than Janie Stevens.” You ignored the gagging sounds John was making and blushed as you remembered the quick blow job you had given him last night when you both managed to sneak away after midnight mass. That wasn’t even close to your best work. You looked forward to showing him just how talented you were once you got back to DC. Just then the timer dinged.

“First batch is done!” Grandma announced.

“Yes!” John cheered. “That’s why I came in here. To beat everyone else to the chestnuts. Didn’t expect to get an x-rated comedy show out of it.”

“X-rated?” Marcus laughed. “That wasn’t even close to how x-rated we can get.”

“I do NOT want to hear that,” John said immediately.

“Then don’t piss me off, or I’ll tell you exactly what I do to your baby sister!” Marcus countered.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“Boys never really do grow up, do they dear?” Grandma said fondly.

“I guess not,” you agreed.

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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞; matchmaker.

~0.5k words. [496]

[not proofread!!]

warnings; language.

as she put her phone in her pocket, y/n sighed and stared out over the horizon. she and the rest of the photography club members had gone out to the campus park to take pictures of the local flora and fauna. and while the other members had spread out in the park, photographing the scenery, y/n sat in the grass, fiddling with the lens of her camera.

why was it so hard for her to just ask one person a simple question? she was club president after all. her members shouldn’t be making her nervous like this, but asking for help wasn’t always easy for y/n. especially when it was school related. she felt embarrassed almost, for needing the help in the first place. but if y/n wanted to keep her average up, she had to ask someone about this stupid tutor! but who should she ask?

“what’s wrong y/n?” riki asked, startling her in the process. she hadn’t noticed that the boy had taken up residence in the patch of grass next to her.

“jesus riki! don’t scare me like that!” she huffed. “where did you even come from?”

“your mom’s house!” he joked. “but seriously, what's wrong? you look like someone just kicked your puppy.”

the chances of riki, a freshman who was into photography and the arts, knowing anything about a physics tutor were almost nonexistent in y/n’s eyes. but she had to start somewhere. she sighed and shifted in the grass to face riki.

“well for the past few weeks, i’ve been…struggling in my physics class. and there’s this one tutor my boyfriend told me about. one of his friends worked with him last year and apparently he was really good but he doesn’t remember his twitter. all I know is that his name starts with a j.”

riki’s eyes widened at y/n’s revelation. this was perfect! maybe if y/n spent more time with jake, she would see how much of a great guy he is and leave baekhyun for him.

“i think you’re talking about jake.”

“you know him?” y/n asked in disbelief.

“yeah! he’s one of my best friends! i’ve known him since high school.”

“no fucking way! are you serious?!” y/n couldn’t believe this. she should’ve just asked riki in the first place.

“hell yeah i’m serious! he’s a physics genius! i’ll send you his twitter! he just started tutoring again too so this is perfect!!”

“riki you’re the best!”

riki smiled and laughed when y/n tackled him to the ground in a hug. maybe trying to set up a taken girl with his best friend that’s in love with her was a bad idea, but riki isn’t called a menace for no reason.

and as for y/n she didn’t really know who this jake guy was, but with all the good things she’s heard about him, she was sure they would get along just fine.

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Raising kids is not for the weak.

The good:

DS took his road test and passed it! It felt so nice to do a normal kid/parent thing and see him be successful.

The anniversary of his adoption day was this month. It’s been 15 years.

Ms. 6 was accepted into a university.

Ms. 6 is going to graduate high school next month!

We are progressing in attachment therapy with Baby.

School is almost done for the year.

The mediocre:

DD broke up with her fiancé and is already seeing someone else. I did not care for her fiancé, but already seeing someone else is a red flag.

I talked with the students with disabilities center on Ms. 6’s campus this week to try to get her some services. In turn, I had to request her IEP. Her IEP from fall was a train wreck so I reconvened the team this week and told them to rewrite it appropriately. Apparently the guidance counselor quit in the fall and no one has taken his place. For real, without a parent, most kids are completely lost.

I signed Ms. 6 up for college registration and orientation. Students have to bring a parent. I offered but she wants her mom to go which is fine. However, we don’t know if her mom will go. She was too hungover to take Ms. 6 to the hospital when she had knee surgery scheduled a couple of months back. Last week she didn’t get out of bed to take Ms. 6 to a somewhat major dental appointment. I told her I would go, but her mom insisted that she was going so I could not attend. I stood down and then she didn’t show up. Same thing happened with the knee surgery.

The challenging:

So much drama with Ms. 6’s family of origin. Ms. 6 lives over three hours away from us but is enrolled in a high school near us and her graduation will be where we live. I offered to throw her a graduation party and invite her mom. Ms. 6 was thrilled. Her mom told her to cut DH and I off and that she could no longer talk to us or receive mail from us. Now her mom is threatening to take away Ms. 6 attending her own graduation altogether.

Ms. 6 insisted she completed her FASFA. She did, but it was for the 23-24 year, not the 24-25 year. I straightened it out two weeks ago and filled it out for her (she’s an independent so parent income doesn’t count). Financial aid packagers don’t go out until next month so I’m hoping she will still get enough to be able to go to school.

Ms. 6 told me this week that she never obtained a new birth certificate or social security card despite me directing her in how to do both things multiple times in the fall after she left here unexpectedly. I finally just ordered (and paid) for a new birth certificate for her this week.

I feel incredibly burned out. Like maybe I need meds? My endocrin called and told me I need to start doing B12 injections because after taking oral supplements for three months, my b12 levels actually went down. I don’t know if it’s that, or wading through all of the drama, or both. Some days, I don’t feel like I can even put one foot in front of the other. It’s too much. How do you ever get a break from everything?

Tomorrow we are meeting with DD to try to work out getting her a $4k car from a friend of mine. It’s a 2006 Odyssey with almost 200k miles on it. The insurance (collision only) would be $2k for the year. She’s bouncing from one hourly job to another and not saving anything. She desperately needs a vehicle to get to and from work. Currently she’s relying on her fiancé and her vehicle, but now that they’re no longer together, it seems more important that she have her own. She has zero money saved, but I have a college fund set aside for her with about $10k in it. Clearly she’s not going to college right now so I think we are going to pivot with that money and pay for the car and the insurance for a year.

I was planning to drive 6.5 hours this weekend to meet up with Ms. 6 and her BF who she met online. Ms. 6 has really been pushing for this. I asked for his address so I could locate a nearby hotel. She said he didn’t want me to have it. Then I asked for his name. He apparently did not want to disclose that to me either. I did tell her that was super sketch, and now I do think he’s like a really scary person who no one has vetted. Ms. 6 has already stayed with him several times so maybe not a serial killer, but anything else is possible in my brain. He’s definitely older because he has his own apartment.

It’s so much, you guys.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐎𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Eddie x Male!Reader) You didn’t expect when your childhood best friend Robin invited you on a camping trip to find yourself so attracted to and interested in her friend Eddie. Safe to say, the confined space of a tent escalates things.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI istg man I will actually scream if you violate my boundary like that, don’t be that twat who disregards boundaries), mlm sex, riding, oral (m receiving), reader is a top and Eddie is a bottom, reader is a gay man in this fic, shameless flirting, dirty talk, some fluff at the end. Barely proof-read.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Been meaning to write some Eddie x Male!Reader for a while now and now it’s finally here! I think this might actually be one of my favourites that I’ve written so far. Man, I wanna write more of this kind of stuff, this is great.

One thing people had to understand about you was that you weren’t a big fan of camping. Once a year, every year until you turned fifteen, your family would pack up the tents and sleeping bags and various other camping equipment and then drive down to a nearby campsite where you’d all spend the next seven days ‘bonding with nature’. Being rained down in a thin, shitty tent with little warmth wasn’t your idea of a fun holiday. Your mom had given you food poisoning one year because she didn’t cook the chicken through properly. From that moment onwards, your dad had been in charge of preparing food and making dinner. The only redeeming feature of these camping holidays was the friend you’d made on your camping trip when you were seven years old: Robin Buckley.

It was because of Robin that you were standing out on the pavement with a duffel bag slung over your battle vest clad shoulder, a battered old baseball cap keeping the sun out of your eyes and your cargo shorts sticking to your thighs. When she’d originally proposed the idea of you going camping with her and some friends, you had said no outright. It had taken a lot of grovelling and a simple promise to convince you to tag along.

Eddie Munson would be there.

You and Eddie had never met, but you’d heard a lot about him from Robin and her friend Steve Harrington when they explained to you why the hell Hawkins had been split into four sections by an ‘earthquake’, the teenage girl with super mind powers being the evidence they gave that everything they’d told you was true. Eddie had apparently played a big role in helping them defeat Vecna, but his life had almost been the price to pay for victory. They’d found him just in time and helped get him to hospital where he was given blood transfusions and monitored until he was well enough to be discharged and move into a new trailer with his uncle, Wayne. All of the super weird supernatural shit as well as the government’s intervention meant that Eddie’s innocence was proven and now he worked as a local handyman and mechanic, though you’d never had the pleasure of actually meeting him. It was that, as well as how similar he apparently was to you, that had encouraged you to give in and agree to go camping with Robin and her other friends.

After another five minutes of waiting, sweat dripping down your brow, you released a sigh of relief as Steve’s car pulled up in front of you. You were quick to dump your duffel in the trunk then jumped into the backseat behind Robin, the two of you high fiving before you buckled your seatbelt into place.

Steve glanced at you through the rear-view mirror. “Hey man, nice to see you again. We’ve just got one last stop to make before we hit the road again. You good back there? Need any snacks?”

You waved your hand dismissively as you relaxed into the seat. “Nah, I’m all good. I’d kill for some gum, though.”

A packet of spearmint flavoured chewing gum was tossed back to you by Robin as Steve slowly pulled away from the sidewalk outside your house. You eagerly placed a piece in your mouth and chewed it as Girls On Film softly played in the tape deck. You smiled to yourself as your friends in the front seats sang along. Duran Duran wasn’t really your kind of music, but you could appreciate that Robin and Steve seemed to like them enough to belt their hearts out to the song. Their off-key, almost shouting singing was entertaining enough that you didn’t register where you were until the car stopped outside one of the homes at the trailer park.

Before you could question why Steve had stopped there, the door to the trailer slammed open as a flurry of brown curls practically sprinted down the steps and round to the rear of the car. The trunk opened and shut swiftly before you were joined by the guy from the trailer. The door slammed shut as he rushed to put on his seatbelt, only noticing you were there once it had clicked into place.

“Eddie! This is Y/N. He’s the guy I told you about, remember?” Robin said, her body twisted so she could face you both.

The guy – Eddie – offered you his hand to shake with a face-splitting grin. “Well, hey there. Buckley never mentioned we’d be camping with the hottest guy in Hawkins. You smoke?”

Choking on your gum, you took a swig from the bottle of water you’d brought with you. “Mom’s trying to get me to quit but yeah. Can I bum some cigs off you at the campsite?”

“I can do you one better, big boy.” He pulled out a box of cigarettes and a ready-rolled joint of weed.

“Damn,” you replied, “you’re really spoiling me. How ever will I choose?”

He smirked as he put both items back into the pocket of his own battle vest. “What can I say? I’m a giver.”

Steve made an exaggerated gagging noise from the driver’s seat as he began to pull out of the trailer park. “I’ll have no flirting and sexual innuendo in the back of this car, thank you. I will turn this thing around and make you stay home.”

Eddie nudged you with his elbow and leaned in to speak into your ear. “If he kicks us out, we can just take my van.”

You giggled while Steve groaned. It was going to be a long trip.

***

After what had felt like a lifetime for Steve but only a few minutes to you and Eddie, the car finally pulled up at the campsite. Jonathan and Nancy were already waiting for you, the former counting the tents and other camping equipment they’d brought along while the latter ticked them off on her checklist. You made your way round to the trunk to take out the rest of the items, listening with a smile as Robin began rambling to Nancy about something – probably band. You felt a presence and expected it to be Steve coming to assist you in unloading the car, but you were pleasantly surprised to find Eddie beside you instead.

“Need a hand? Harrington and Buckley are gonna set up the tents while Byers and Wheeler set up the coolers and shit,” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the rest of the group.

“I’d appreciate that actually, yeah,” you replied and passed him his bag. “Can you take everyone’s bags over to where the tents are?”

He nodded his head and took two more bags off you before he headed over to the rest of the group. You lifted your own out of the trunk and then started unloading the bags of food and drinks, both alcoholic and normal, while your thoughts lingered on the other metalhead.

Throughout the whole car journey, Eddie had been cracking jokes and talking about music with you. His favourite bands, new releases he was looking forward to, bands he wanted to see most live, and of course his own band Corroded Coffin. You hadn’t been to any of their concerts, but you’d heard about them from Robin a few times in the past. After hearing him talk so passionately about them and each member during the drive to the camp site, you’d silently promised yourself that you were going to attend their next concert and support Eddie. It definitely wasn’t so that you could see his fingers in action after he’d joked about how good he was with them due to being the lead guitarist. No, it definitely wasn’t that.

Eddie’s swift return to take the last bag and the food brought you back to the then and there, picking up the drinks and carrying them over to the coolers with him right next to you.

“So,” Eddie started, “how do you know everyone else? I know you and Robin became friends through camping trips as a kid, but how’d you meet the others?”

You gave him a causal shrug. “Steve I met through Robin because of them both working together at Scoops Ahoy and now Family Video. I had a few classes with Jonathan during senior year and had to work on a group science project with him. And then I met Nancy through him. Of course, I then met you through Robin convincing me to tag along on this little trip of hers. You met everyone because of that shit with Vecna, right?”

He laughed. “Oh yeah. Nothing brings people together like one person being accused of murder and the others coming to your rescue, all of you getting traumatised physically and mentally in the process. I didn’t meet Jonathan until after the ‘earthquake’ though. But yeah, it turns out me almost dying did wonders to strengthen my relationships with everyone.”

“Well, I guess I’ve got you to thank for everyone here being alive right now.”

“Huh? What makes you say that?” Eddie was frowning at you, the two of you putting everything down at your feet once you reached the group. Everyone was still talking amongst themselves, giving you the opportunity to respond.

“Rob told me about how you drew those demobat things away from the Creel house for them to be able to get in and burn his body to a crisp. And about you going back to buy them all more time, even if it nearly got you killed in the process. You could’ve come back to our world with Dustin, but instead you went back because you didn’t want anyone else to die. It was reckless, and stupid, but it also probably did buy them more time and saved them getting killed. You’re a hero.”

Eddie was speechless as he stared at you. You weren’t sure what the expression on his face was, but his lack of verbal response made you panic.

“Shit, sorry dude, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I should’ve thought before saying it, especially when it’s not even really been that long since it happened and –”

His voice cut you off as he waved his hands. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m not really used to anyone saying that kind of stuff to me apart from m uncle and Dustin. Everyone else in Hawkins still thinks I’m a satanic cult leader and that it’s my fault everything happened, even after I was proven innocent. It’s nice knowing that there are people who don’t see me as a piece of shit, so I appreciate it.”

Before you could say anything more or acknowledge the fluttering in your stomach at the way he was now smiling at you, Nancy approached you both.

“Eddie, you’re on firewood duty so I need you to go into the woods just behind the campsite and gather some stuff to burn. Y/N, you’re going with him because I don’t trust him to not get lost or bring back some wild animal with him,” she said, completely oblivious to the conversation you’d been having.

You nodded in agreement as you started putting the food and drinks into the coolers. “How many tents do we have with us? If there’s more people than tents, then we might need to discuss who’s sharing and who’s getting a tent to themselves.”

She pointed over to Robin and Steve with her pen. “We’ve got three tents, so that makes it two people per tent. I’m staying in a tent with Robin and Jonathan’s staying with Steve, so you and Eddie will have to share.”

You felt your face heat up at the prospect of being in such a small, enclosed space with him. The expression on your face must have changed because she smiled at you sympathetically.

“If you’d rather share with someone you’re more familiar with I’m sure Steve or Jonathan wouldn’t mind swapping with you.”

You quickly shook your head and held up your hands. “Nope! I’m okay with Eddie, thanks. No offence, but Steve snores like a bear and I’d rather not submit myself or Eddie to that torture.”

The two of you laughed when Steve let out an indignant ‘hey!’ before Nancy moved over to the others to assign them roles. You glanced over at Eddie and shrugged at him. He smiled as he bit his lip, rubbing the back of his head. It took everything in you to force yourself to look away and not picture other times he could be making that face. You didn’t usually think of guys in that way so soon after meeting them and you weren’t sure why Eddie was the exception. Maybe it was the excitement of meeting someone so similar to you and getting to spend a few days in close proximity with him unsupervised. That, and his comment in the car about you being the ‘hottest guy in Hawkins’ was branded into your brain permanently.

Once the three tents were set up and all the food and drinks were neatly put away in the coolers, you and Eddie made your way into the woods to start collecting firewood. You were more than happy to get away from the group after having to hear Robin and Steve arguing about what pole went where combined with Eddie saying rather loudly ‘I’m an expert and handling poles, I can handle yours if you like, big boy’. That last part had led to an entertaining five minutes of Steve chasing him around the camp, wielding one of the tent poles like a deadly weapon with Eddie laughing maniacally the entire time.

There was a comfortable silence that had settled between you and the other metalhead, both of you inspecting logs and twigs on the ground and picking up the ones you deemed to be good enough kindling and fuel for the campfire. Every so often, you would glance over at him and take in his appearance, his tank top revealing his biceps and his denim shorts exposing his hair legs to you. His battle vest had been left back at the camp with his bag. He said it was because he didn’t want to get it all sweaty and keeping it off for the time being didn’t make him feel like he was about to overheat. Unfortunately, this just meant your attention was drawn to his body, particularly his arms and legs and his skinny waist and you wondered what it would be like to hold onto those hips and what his skin felt like and –

“You doing alright there, Y/N? While I do appreciate being admired, it does feel a little weird being stared at after a while.”

Spluttering, you frantically looked away from him. “Staring? I’m not staring at anyone. You’re imagining things.”

Yeah, that was the least convincing lie you’d ever told.

Eddie seemed to think so too. “Do you wanna try that again and attempt to make it sound like it’s not an outright lie?”

You sighed. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. You’re just… pretty and nice to look at.”

“Oh, so I’m pretty now, am I?” He wiggled his brows at you, drawing a laugh from you.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know it. I’d pick you over Steve Harrington any day of the week.”

You stooped down to pick up a log, inspecting it to make sure it would work as firewood. Once you were satisfied, you added it to the small pile you’d gathered under your arm. The hand that appeared on your lower back startled you and you turned to find yourself nose to nose with Eddie. His round, deep brown eyes stared back into yours as he smirked.

“Is that the real reason you chose to stay in a tent with me?”

A shaky breath hissed past your lips. “Maybe that’s part of it, although Steve really does snore really loudly. I’d rather neither of us had to put up with that up close.”

He chuckled and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Then I suppose I’m happy to be sharing my tent with such a gentleman.”

“And if I don’t want to be a gentleman?”

A gasp caught itself in your throat as he leaned in to murmur into your ear. “I’ll be counting on it, big boy.”

The metalhead moved away from you and resumed the search for firewood, leaving you standing there in shock and trying not to freak out over the fact he’d flirted with you again. Despite knowing him less than twelve hours, he already had you hooked on him. There was something in the way he spoke to you and seemed so unaffected by being in such close proximity with each other that left you wanting more.

However, despite his blatant interest in you, you couldn’t help worrying that maybe he wasn’t attracted to men and was just doing it to get a reaction out of you. Gay and bisexual men were few and far between in a place like Hawkins, especially when everyone in the town were incredibly religious and allowed hate to cloud their minds and judge when it wasn’t their place to do so. What if Eddie was just another overly friendly man who was just joking around and trying to have some fun?

At the sound of him calling your name, you pushed your concerns to the back of your mind and joined him in collecting wood for the campfire.

***

Getting settled in your tent that night had been awkward to say the least. You and Eddie hadn’t mentioned your earlier conversation in the woods and instead changed into your pyjamas in silence. Now, you were both laying in your sleeping bags with your backs facing each other. The darkness of the tent made the space feel even more enclosed than it already was, and you heaved out a sigh, trying to not be as acutely aware of how little space there was between the two of you as you already were.

“Alright.” You heard Eddie roll over to face you. “Clearly there’s an elephant in the room here we need to address.”

Reluctantly, you turned over as well. You could vaguely make out his facial features as he looked at you.

“Did I make you uncomfortable before? I know not every guy likes to be flirted with, especially by another man, so if you need me to back off just tell me.”

You shook your head. “I promise you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I’m not really used to flirting with other guys, or them flirting back. Funnily enough, being gay in a town like Hawkins means you don’t actually get to meet other gay guys because those so few of us and the town is so religious that they have permanent residence up God’s sodding ass cheeks.”

He laughed as he flicked the lamp on, bathing the inside of your shared tent in light so you could see him better. “Thank fuck for that. You have no idea how worried I was that I’d messed everything up and chased you away.”

“Honestly, I was kind of worried about the same thing. I thought you were maybe one of those guys that’s just overly friendly and likes to flirt with everyone but is very much straight.”

Eddie wiggled in his sleeping bag so that you were both closing together. “Well, I’m not straight that’s for sure. I don’t really have a name for what I am. Labels are just another form of forced conformity, right? As long as I’m happy and not hurting anyone, why do I have to give a name to what I am and the people I fall in love with? I just like what I like and love who I love.”

You allowed his words to sink in, thinking over them for a moment. You’d never given much thought to the people out there that just didn’t need or want a label and he was right: he didn’t need to name and identify himself in that way. There was some freedom in that, you thought. In that sense, he was more of a free spirit than anyone else you’d ever met.

Feeling bold, you lifted a hand to cup his face. “So, the flirting… you’re definitely interested in me? You’re not just joking around?”

The soft laugh that left his lips vibrated against your hand as he turned his head to kiss the palm. “I’m incredibly interested in you. Like I said when I got in Harrington’s car, hottest guy in Hawkins. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t at least try and woo you. There aren’t many guys in Hawkins that are interested in other men and also metalheads like me. Out of anyone Buckley could’ve invited along on this trip, I’m glad it was you and not another Steve Harrington.”

“Good. Because…” You leaned in so that your lips hovered millimetres away from his. “…I’m incredibly interested in you too. Would be a waste if I didn’t take the chance to kiss you while I can.”

“Then what are you waiting for, pretty boy? Kiss me already.”

You didn’t need anymore prompting from him, pressing your lips against his and groaning when he almost immediately pushed his tongue into your mouth. You kicked your sleeping bag off and moved so that you were on top of him, your legs on either side of his thighs caging him in beneath you. Your fingers crept into his curls and tugged lightly, a smirk pulling at your lips when he whimpered. He still tasted of the smores you’d shared around the campfire, beer, and the cigarettes you’d smoked together just half an hour before everyone had retreated to their tents for the night. The warmth of the summer night brought a light sheen of sweat to his skin and yours, a droplet trickling down the side of your face that you quickly swiped away.

Eddie pushed you away for a moment to remove himself from the confines of his own sleeping bag, revealing him in just a t-shirt and his boxers. He was already half-hard, just as you were, and he made you sit up before climbing into your lap. Both of his hands grabbed your face and dragged you back into another searing kiss, soft moans filling the tent as he rocked his hips down against yours and his tongue flicked against yours. One of your arms wound around his lower back to push his body up against yours as much as possible while your other gripped onto the back of his shoulder. You both tilted your heads in opposite directions, desperate to deepen the kiss, and you hummed into his mouth contently. Despite wanting to feel more of him, wanting to touch more of his body, you were also perfectly happy with just kissing if that was what he preferred.

You jumped slightly when the fingers of one hand dipped under your shirt to play with one of your hardened nipples. He rolled it between his thumb and pointer and pinched, eliciting a moan from you that tumbled out of your lips when you broke the kiss.

“Someone’s getting a little excited,” you said, teasing him at the sight of his dazed expression and kiss-swollen lips, his cheeks flushed and his bangs sticking to his forehead.

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, grinding against you to prove his point.

You playfully swatted his ass. “Naughty boy. Did I say you could do that? Bad boys don’t get rewarded if they misbehave, do they?”

Something behind his eyes changed at your words and he shook his head. “Sorry. I’ll be a good boy, I swear. I wanna be a good boy.”

Smirking, you grazed your teeth along his jaw. “Let’s see how much of a good boy you can be for me then.” You tapped his thigh and gently removed him from your lap. “Take off your clothes and kneel for me. Let me see how hard you are for me.”

Almost instantly, he yanked his shirt off his torso and threw it behind him. His boxers joined it soon after and then he was kneeling obediently for you, his fully hard cock slapping against his stomach and the tip red and leaking already. His eyes remained trained on your face as you drank in the way he knelt before you, eager to please and be rewarded.

“That’s better. You like being told what to do, hm? You like being a good, obedient boy?”

Eddie nodded, licking his lips. “Just for you, Y/N. I wanna be your good boy.”

You chuckled as you removed your own pyjamas, doing it slowly to torture him instead of touching him like you knew he wanted you to so badly. He bit his lip and watched you stroke yourself once, twice, as you stood over him.

“Let me see how much of a good boy you are then. Suck my cock like a good little slut and maybe I’ll let you bounce on it for a bit. How does that sound?”

Your words encouraged a groan out of him, his hand wrapping around your length and pumping it a few times before he took the tip into his mouth. He gradually sank his head down your hardness as he bobbed his head, taking a little more each time as he sucked. You sighed as his tongue swirled around your dick, his deep brown eyes blinking up at you. What he couldn’t reach with his mouth, he wrapped his hand around and stroked in time with his movements. Your hand found itself burying into his hair to guide him, making him pick up his pace a little. When he hollowed out his cheeks, you choked out a moan and felt him hum against you.

“Jesus, Eddie, that’s it. You’re doing so well,” you told him, praising him and brushing his bangs out of his face so you could see more of him.

He removed his mouth from your cock, a string of saliva connecting the two. “Can I make you cum in my mouth?”

Were it any other time you gladly would have said yes. However, you had something else in mind for the two of you.

“Maybe another time, sweet thing. For now, I want to give you your reward for behaving for me. Would you like that?” you replied, chuckling when he nodded enthusiastically and let go of your dick.

You knelt down in front of him and spat onto your fingers, motioning for him to come closer. He hovered over your thighs, and you brushed your lips against his chest as you reached around to press a finger against his pucker gently.

Your eyes searched his face. “Is this okay, Eddie?”

The metalhead nodded. “Please put it in me. I’ve been a good boy.”

“Mm, you have indeed.”

You slowly thrusted your middle finger in and out of him, gauging his reaction by watching his face. The way he clenched around you, playing with his own nipples as he tossed his head back, was an experience you were unlikely to ever forget. You teasingly brushed your teeth over the skin of his torso, making him arch into you as you prepped him for you at a leisurely pace. He let out a sinful sound when you added a second finger, his moan coming out as a pleasured sob. He began to fuck himself on your two digits, rocking back against them to try and push them deeper. Your free hand reached between the two of you and pumped his cock with a featherlight touch.

“Oh please, please, please…” he chanted, not caring about how loud he was being or who would be able to hear him.

“Please, please, please,” you repeated in a mocking tone. “Please what, sweet thing? What do you want me to do, hm?”

Your fingers brushed against something inside him, making him fuck himself on your fingers harder.

“Please let me bounce on your pretty cock. Wanna cum with you inside me, filling me up, making me your cum dumpster. I need it so bad,” he pleaded, his voice high and needy.

Unable to hold back any longer, you pulled your fingers out of his behind and spat on your hand again, spreading it up and down your cock. Had you even thought you’d be fucking Eddie on this trip you would’ve bought lube with you. Unfortunately, the possibility hadn’t even crossed your mind so you’d have to make do until you could go down to the nearest pharmacy and buy some.

At Eddie’s signal, you gently lowered him down onto you, pausing for a moment once the tip was in so he could get used to the feeling. His face scrunched up in discomfort and you stroked his face.

“I’m sorry if it hurts. I didn’t think I’d need any lube on this trip,” you apologised, relief flooding through you when he laughed.

“Maybe we’ll need to sneak away from camp tomorrow to buy some. Not complaining though; it’s not every day that I get to ride a hot metalhead’s big cock.”

You mewled. “Shit, Eds, you can’t say stuff like that to me. I’ll end up cumming way too soon.”

When he looked straight into your eyes, lowering himself a little more on your dick, you could’ve burst there and then.

“That’s the great thing about sex,” he said. “The goal is to cum, and you can go as many rounds as you want.”

Eddie took the rest of your cock in, fully sheathing you within his tight heat, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. While you hadn’t had lots of sexual partners, you could say without a doubt that Eddie would probably be the best you’d ever had. He gyrated his hips as he remained fully impaled on you, one of his hands cupping the back of your head. He waited a moment before he lifted his hips then slammed himself back down again. The impact and the feeling of him moving up and down on your dick as he started to bounce had you gripping his hips with both hands, fingers digging in harshly.

“You fill me up so good, big boy,” Eddie huffed out as he rode you at a steady pace. Each time all of you was inside him, he rotated his hips and tried to push you in as deep as you could go.

You started to jerk him off in time with his movements, your thumb running over his dripping tip and giving his cock a gentle squeeze. A familiar heat began to build up down below and you quickened your hand, trying to get him to cum at the same time as you. He seemingly noticed this and started to fuck himself on you faster. Filthy moans left his mouth as he leaned back slightly, changing the angle of you inside him.

“Fuckfuckfuck, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, baby. Your cock feels so good. Can’t get enough.”

A whine left your lips and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. “Look at me when you cum. Wanna see how much you love having my dick inside you”

His eyes landed on yours and his mouth fell open, a string of expletives and your name chanted in a litany as he came, his spend spilling over your hand and some of it landing on your stomach. A few more bounces on your cock and you held him down, your seed painting his inner walls as you groaned out his name.

It took a minute or two for both of you to calm down. Eddie gently pulled himself off you and dropped onto his discarded sleeping bag on his stomach with a fucked out smile on his face, your cum leaking out of him. You smirked and pushed some of it back inside him with your thumb, laughing when he grumbled and smacked your hand away.

“Meanie. Got me all full of cum and won’t even let me rest.” The pout he shot you over his shoulder was far too adorable and cute for what had just occurred between you.

After wiping him down with your discarded shirt, you put the sleeping bags back into their normal, organised positions and lay inside yours with him cuddled up to you. It was a tight squeeze zipping it up with the two of you inside but having him close to you with his arm over your stomach and his head next to yours was worth it.

As you turned the lamp off and felt yourself begin to succumb to sleep, you were jolted fully awake by Eddie nipping at your neck.

“What was that for? I was about to have a very nice dream about the amazing sex we just had,” you joked, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“I just wanted to make sure before we go to sleep that… that you’re still into me. And that this wasn’t just a one time thing for you. If that’s all this was then that’s okay. I just wanna hear you say it so I don’t get my hopes up.”

Your fingers delicately trailed up and down the arm he had draped over you. “I’m not a fuck and go kind of guy, Eddie. Of course I’m still into you. I wouldn’t mind exploring what we have going on here and seeing where it leads if that’s what you want too.”

You felt him smile against your skin. “Me too. I’m not usually this attracted to someone after one day, so I wanna see where things take us. I’m not letting go of you just yet.”

Sleep finally beginning to take over you, you pulled him as closely to you as you could. “I’m not letting go of you either.”

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