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snoutbleed · 20 days

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Telling a story takes guts.

Forensic photographer Sören Heinrich can’t ignore the nausea bubbling in his throat when documenting someone's darkest day. He loses sleep over the fates he captures but is drawn to the purpose vested in his grisly role. When blood-slicked prints become Sören's next subject, he finds a message that blurs the line between his personal and professional life.

"This is where I’ve been. Don’t follow."

Unable to fathom his long-lost brother’s crimson handwriting, Sören descends into the criminal underworld for answers. The young boar's inner demons guide him toward a morbid self-reckoning.

Direktion 2 has their work cut out for them.

Crime is on the rise in post-reunification Berlin. Among the cases, the Polizeidirektorate in the city's westernmost boroughs is baffled by freak murders at the hands of denizens without motive.

In the shadow of the Berlin Wall, the crime wave takes a supernatural twist behind the lock of a post-Soviet puzzle.

Camera flashes at the crime scenes reveal gruesome secrets stirring in the shadows.

Unravel the conspiracy in #LONG STORY SHORT.

#The Filing Cabinet -- scan the profiles of those in the know. #Bloodstained Polaroids -- view the images of lives gone astray. #Evidence Board -- learn the details of secrets best kept. #Mystery Signals -- behold the lore of the mind melt. Face the music in the official Long Story Short playlist!

Everyone gathers toward the Abschnitt.

There are several Polizei Berlin stations like the Abschnitt, but everyone tied to this supernatural symphony ends up near this Spandau station particularly.

Sören Heinrich -- ( boar | tag | bio ) The black sheep of the Abschnitt. Sören’s abrasive nature keeps his co-workers at bay, a division widened by their western ideals clashing with his East German upbringing. He distances himself from the station through tight focus on his job, always the first to arrive at a crime scene. Don Jae Hale -- ( elk | tag | bio ) The silver-tongued Kriminalhauptkommissar of the Abschnitt. Hale is quick to dismiss the killings up until his leadership comes under siege by the paranoid public. Umeya Romanova -- ( fox | tag | bio ) The Bundeskriminalamt detective sent to assist with the Abschnitt’s mounting cases. Rumor says Umeya is there for more than the mystery, but her motives veiled by a callous attitude. Marieke Reiss -- ( rabbit | tag | bio ) The star psychology student barely escaped a killing. Now a key witness, Marieke can’t rest easy knowing she could be the next victim, driving her to take matters into her own hands. Reinhardt Müller -- ( donkey | tag | bio ) The Abschnitt’s disgraced ace detective, worn down and living in the grimy corners of Berlin. When crime spikes, Reinhardt tries to relive his “glory days" of detective work. Ukko Heinrich -- ( boar | tag | bio ) The crime lord defends his territory with brutal but firm methods. He's sworn to his found family, the country's political rift making him protective to a fault. Vorwitz Albrecht -- ( bat | tag | bio ) A gardener with good banners but bad morals. Vorwitz's unsavory career choices put him in the Abschnitt, but he finds a way out with Sören.

Entropy knows no bounds.

Stop, look and listen: stories are everywhere. Behold my settings.

Face more madness in #TALES GONE STALE.

LAID TO WASTE -- an abomination stirs in the bayou, its secrets poisoning a township. THE WASTED LIVES -- a group of galactic fugitives embark on a never-ending getaway on a runaway cruiser. (Links need an update. Stay tuned.)

The mind behind the melancholy.

ACHTUNG! This blog is 18+ for gore and suggestive content!

You can call me Dissy (she/her). I'm a writer with stories and ideas always bouncing inside my head, especially this one. Feel free to ask me about myself, my writing, my characters, or anything else. I promise you I can bark up a tree for hours.

I also do Polaroid photography: check out @hogrot for my shots!

I also encourage comments, critique, etc. about this setting. I want to pace myself while writing this, therefore I have all the time I need to refine this where I can. I don't expect this story to come out for a while anyway, especially as I run it through critiques. Hell, this pet project wouldn't have come into fruition thanks to the feedback of some incredible friends.

Shoutout to PYRY for doing character design and art for this setting, as well as giving his ideas and characters for the Heinrich plotline. Go check out his killer art. This story wouldn't exist without him.

Another shoutout to @tsanapi, an incredible artist who drew the art pictured above. Her sense of style is so keen.

And a final thanks to you, the reader, for tuning into the mind melt. This signals wouldn't have picked up without you.

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sykokittyy · 2 years

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rebel yell | b.h. ☆

pairing: ghostface!billy hargrove x fem!plus-size!reader

@tw-inkl-e-tit-s request: Heyy! I was wondering if you could do an Ghost face!Billy Hargrove x plus size!reader like it's all over the News that theirs a killer on the loose in Hawkins but reader knows it's her boyfriend billy and he comes home early and she gets turned on by all the blood on his mask and ask him him to keep it on while he fucks her and when their done Billy grabs a Polaroid Camara and says something like " smile for the Camara doll" but readers to fucked out to smile.

warnings: smut (minors dni <3), blood kink, knife kink, oral (male receiving), missionary, back shots, praising, dom!billy, dacryphilia, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys ), hair pulling.

tonight was halloween and you were just relaxing in the house. you decided to take a little break from halloween parties this year. growing tired of being around people for the day, you decided to just take the day to yourself.

you optimized on just eating candy, and watching slasher movies, you know, nightmare on elm street, carrie, the exorcist, etc. you had a thing for scary movies, you just always found comfort in them.

you loved the blood, the gore, the screams of agony. it brings an orgasm of chills to your spine when you see blood splattered from a body temple. you couldn't explain it, you just knew it brings a wave of excitement through your bloodstream.

you grew bored of the Halloween movie you were watching. you reached over and grabbed the remote with your bowl of popcorn before proceeding to flick through the channels on your tv. as you were clicking, you came across the hawkins new channel, instantly attracting your attention.

“good evening hawkins, indiana, and happy halloween. today, great citizens of hawkins; we have very urgent news. today, we were informed by the hawkins police department that we have a homicide killer on the loose and running through the so-they-say, “cursed community” of hawkins, indiana” you quickly turned up the volume with the remote.

“we were also well-notified that there has been a total of eight bodies found throughout the city of hawkins. we have confirmed that one of the bodies we're one of hawkins high school's most athletic basketball players, identified as jason carver.” you quickly stood up and jumped around your living room in satisfaction.

“yes, yes, yes! right on the fucking money baby, woohoo!” you cheered.

now some may look at you as if you're a psycho and ask “why are you happy about this?” eight people had been murdered and one of them you knew personally from school. jason was a fucking waste of life, and his mother should’ve swallowed him before he could exist. and see—what hawkins failed to realize is that the killer is walking amongst them like a wolf in sheep's clothing. and the unknown secret you held to yourself was that you knew who the killer was. your boyfriend, billy hargrove.

almost everyone knew that the californian pretty boy, dream boat is bold, outspoken, and reckless. and while most people disliked the way he presented himself to others, you altogether loved him for who he was. everything about him spoke volumes to your body, mind, and soul.

you had met billy at tina’s house party for hawkins high. you were known for being one of the most confident plus-size girls at hawkins high. you wore what you wanted and looked ravishing while doing it, and of course, people were intimidated by that because they thought that just because you were plump that you had to cower down to their expectations. boy were they fucking wrong.

you were straightforward that you could do what the fuck you wanted to do, some understood and some just still wanted to give you their unwanted opinion about how you should or shouldn't act. but they still failed to acknowledge that you just didn't want to be tamed. you wanted to make your own decisions.

and this is what billy liked— no fuck that—loved about you. you were a sexy vixen; a young woman that knows what she wants. you looked like a walking sex symbol with the clothes you wore and how you carried yourself. you wore black, red, and latex. you always made sure that you showed enough cleavage to make the young men and ladies sweat, and you knew that you left an impact in a crowded room. your hair was always so perfect (considering it also took you an hour to do to make it immaculate) and you smelled like strawberries and desire. you were everything he wanted, and he got you.

now more people may or may not ask “why are you letting this outrageous behavior go on?” or “why am i not trying to prevent billy from killing innocent people” it's because hawkins is a shit show anyways. you and billy both hated this town, so why not make do with what you both thought is fun? and that was causing chaos through the little town of hawkins. everyone has to die somehow, right?

you and billy both loved seeing people lose their minds when something chaotic happened. the aroma of fear fuelled something within the both of you, but it didn't make either of you feel frightened. it made your bodies fill with adrenaline and excitement. the thought of murder to billy, made him think that it was a fun sport for him. it just involved a lot of blood, and satisfaction for him. that's why he did the killing while you helped him later when he’d get home and fuck him pussy-drunk.

you went on watching the news. “the killer that’s fleeing around hawkins is going by the name of “ghost face”, the news reporter implied. “- he stalks the residence of his prey throughout the night, and gives them a phone call by asking ‘what's their favorite horror film’ before he attacks them after they try to escape”, you couldn't help but grow more excited as the news reporter continues with the erotic information.

“it is proved that “ghost face” is an unidentifiable mask killer that seizes on the community of hawkins, and that every murder that he had committed had involved these eight victims. after he mutilates their corpses, he takes a disturbing polaroid picture with them and leaves a disturbing quote saying ‘be careful, you may be next’”, you had to give it to billy, he sure did know how to keep the people on their toes.

earlier today, you decided that since it was halloween and your boyfriend, billy, was out “handling business”, you decided to spice things up for him for when he came back home. you were wearing a maroon, lingerie set that showed your plump belly and thick luscious thighs littered with gorgeous stretch marks.

you made sure that you did light make-up considering that it was going to be ruined anyway, but you made sure to wear your blood-red lipstick. it made you look even more ravishing and beautiful.

you decided to change the channel to nightmare on elm street; growing tired of the news and their dramatic reactions. as you continued watching the gore scenes of blood shedding and screaming, you heard the tapping at your backdoor. you knew it was billy because he only used the backdoor when he went on his slaying sprees during the evening, but usually, he wouldn't come home this early.

you quickly scurried to open the door, beginning to feel a jittery feeling in your spine. when you opened the door you had an eager smile plastered on your face, but it quickly turned to a look of confusion when you noticed that no one was there.

“the hell s’going on?” you mutter to yourself as you looked around your backyard; seeing no trace of anyone there. you were about to step inside your house when you saw a note placed on your door. you snatched the taped note off the wall and as your eyes scrambled to read the note relaying “tag, you're it doll” written in black ink. you noticed that it had a few droplets of blood sprinkled across the note.

“haha, very fucking funny, you coward!” you yelled towards the dark space of your backyard. you swiftly backed into your house in annoyance and slammed the door. as you went to turn back around; at the speed of light, you were roughly approached from behind by a tall muscular figure that had held you by your neck with a bloody knife threatening to slice you.

“coward huh? tell me y/n, you're wearing lingerie for a coward?” you immediately knew the voice that was coming from behind you.

“billy?” you scurry from his hold as he began to chuckle. “you fucking dick head!” you slightly yelled before hitting him in his arm. “you scared the shit outta me!” you held your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“aww c’mon, i thought you loved a good scare sweet cheeks?” he slowly began to walk towards you as you stand by the kitchen counter. as he came towards you; you couldn't help but take in his appearance. you gaped at his muscular form in his cloak and ghost face mask. you began to feel a ball of heat in your lower gut, as excitement build the closer he approached you.

“i like it when I expect it, y’damn near gave me a fucking heart attack billy,” you looked up towards him as he looked down towards you through the mask. you examined his face as you began to notice the blood that was spattered on the white part of the mask making you feel a small pool of wetness in your core.

he slowly took the bloody knife and held it up under your chin; making you hold intense eye contact between one another. he gradually moved towards your ear; still holding the knife against your skin and you could feel and hear his hot breath inhale and exhale through the mask.

“billy s’not here sweetheart, you're talking to ghost face now,” he pressed the knife a little more into your skin, earning a small whimper from you. “now tell me doll, what’s your favorite scary movie?” even through the mask billy always could see through you with those piercing blue eyes.

you stared at him for a moment before processing that he had asked you a question. it's something about the way he looked at you with blood plastered all over his mask. it made you shiver in anticipation of what he could do to you. it was seconds later when you finally gave him your answer.

“i-it’s carrie. my favorite scary movie is carrie,” you stuttered before letting out a shaky breath.

“care to inform me why doll?” he began to move the bloodied knife towards your bottom lip, making you shudder. “i love details hon.” you could almost sense the taste of copper as the knife trailed your delicate skin.

“i love it b-because, of all the blood. i love seeing the blood spurt out of and onto the victims. it kinda satisfies me,” you watch as he trails the knife back down a little towards your shoulder. a little blood followed along the way.

“mhmm. billy did say that you had a thing for blood,” he trails off before swiftly sliding the knife under your bra strap and slashing it in half. “-i love how you think, doll,” you watch as takes his leather-clad finger and slides it over the blood covered knife. he takes his finger and slides the blood over your bottom lip; immediately you opened your mouth and slide his finger over your tongue. the taste of copper filled your taste buds.

he lifts you with his godly strength and sits you on the counter; mindlessly your legs spread open giving him access to your core. “i love this piece lace number you're wearing,” he faded his words as he brings his hand down to your cunt and palms it, causing to you give a needy whimper. “-too bad i’m gonna cut it off,” you don't have time to react as he quickly brings his knife behind the thin lace and cuts it before snatching it off of you.

he takes his index and middle finger before spreading open your fold; watching your arousal ooze from your mound. he groans in approval watching your cunt clench around nothing. “fuck- you’re as wet as an ocean and I barely even touched you,” he chuckles before light doing circle on your tiny bud making you gasp.

he slides his index and middle fingers into you while continuing to rub rough circles on your clit. you moan in satisfaction as he whispered hot praises into your ear, making your body tremble even more. as he kept stroking your cunt you back continued to arch into his torso. “you're such a naughty slut, y/n. letting a psycho killer stroke his fingers into your cunt,” he groans. “tell daddy you're a slut, hm? tell me you're my slut” he commands.

“i -i’m a a-slut daddy. i’m your fucking slut,” you moan feeling your cunt clenching around his fingers as he fucks them into you harder.

“you're gonna cum aren't ya’? I can feel this sweet little pussy clenching around my fingers,” he asked condescendingly as you rapidly began to nod as you rolled your hips; meeting his thrusts.

“well cum on my fingers doll, make my fingers flood with your sweet cum,” he eggs you on before you let out a loud pornographic moan and release all over his fingers. your mouth forming an “o” shape as you ride out your high and faintly hearing bulky calling you a “good girl”.

“hmm, you think you're a good whore?” he questions tilting his head. you nod giving him your most “innocent” expression. he scoffs, “we’ll see about that.” he takes a few steps back from you before he bent down to hold the cloak over his toned abdomen proceeding to unbuckle his belt. you felt yourself grow eager as he teasingly stripped for you.

you continued to watch as he proceeded to unbutton his pants and slide down his zipper before shoving his pants and boxers to the ground, hearing a faint ‘clink’ when they fall. you watched his rock-hard dick slap against his stomach, as the tip showed an angry red. your heart pounds as he slowly walks back towards you. he stands in front of you tilting his head.

“oh sweetheart, don't be frightened, it's gonna fit in your mouth...and other places,” he looks back down at your cunt before looking back up at you. he snatched the ripped bra off you and throws it across the room; beginning to be long forgotten. “get on your knees slut.”

you quickly jumped down from the counter and did as he said looking at his dick bobbing in your face as he moved. he forcefully grabbed your jaw; making it open before shoving his dick in your mouth reaching with a low moan. he loves how warm your mouth feels. “attagirl, suck it like blood sickle, mph,” he grips you hair continuing his rough stroke into your mouth.

he pulled out lightly smacking your check and thrust right back into you mouth as he proceeded to moan in ecstasy. his moans made clit throb, and one thing about billy, he was never afraid to be vocal.

“god- i love this filthy mouth of yours-fuck,” he gave you one rough stroke before you felt his blond pubes up against your face. “ahh that's it, that a good slut,” he praises before you feel hit spurts of cum filled your hoarse throat. you didn't hesitate to swallow all of his milky load.

he grunts before he snatches you up and places you back on top of the counter. you lay on your back as he manhandles your legs open. “i’m gonna warn you y/n, this is gonna feel so much better than my fingers that you'll scream baby,” he buffs.

“i’m counting on it,” he groans as he places himself at your entrance before roughly pushing himself inside resulting in you releasing a lewd moan. the stinging stretch hurt you but it also brought great pleasure. you whimpered at the friction between your walls.

“oh my fucking god, y/n” billy gasps continue to pound into you. “-this wet cunt is to fucking kill for -fuck,” he presses his body into yours giving you short hard thrusts making you yelp at each stroke. you wrapped your hands around his back you could but scratch him as you felt like his dick was touching your heart.

all you could feel was heat and pleasure building up all over your body as he fucked you dumb. all you could do was call out his name and moan “yes, yes, yes” as he hit that spongy spot deep in your core. you couldn't help but spread your legs even more wider so he could fuck you until you passed out.

you were a moaning mess before he abruptly pulled out of you, and roughly put you on your hands and knees. your back arched off the counter before your head was forcefully pushed down into submission. he hastily pushed back into you and pounded you so quick you thought you had whiplash. “yes, yes! ah -fuck- yes,” was all you whimper and moan out as he pumped deeply into you.

as he was plumbing you from behind reached forward and gripped your hair, using it as leverage while forcing every inch into your stretched cunt. he slapped your ass once, twice, three, four times before he put his whole weight on your back. making sure he had you pinned under him. giving you slow, rough, deep strokes into your throbbing pussy.

“you love it when i fuck you like i own you? huh? c’mon baby, i know there's more words left in that precious brain of yours,” he insists. i mean how could you give him a fluent response when he is fucking you so good. you feel like you're becoming a fiend for him.

“yes daddy, you're the only one that fucks me this good,” it was then when you felt that hot aching feeling in your gut. you knew you were going to cum in a matter of seconds. “daddy i’m gonna cum -please, can i cum?” you pant against the counter. he brings his hand around you front and reaches down towards your swelling bud. you couldn't help but squirm under him as the feeling of you needing to come came crashing down on you.

he leans down towards your ear as you get his hot breath panting against your ear through the mask. “cum, slut,” at that moment you felt a weight off your shoulder as you clenched around him and released all over his dick. you moaned as you feel like you were in heaven.

“that's it -fuck- baby, milk my cock just like that,” he praised as you shook under him. he continued to pound into you as your began to feel overstimulated and soon you felt the warmth of his cum fill in your gummy walls as he grunted incoherent words. he reaches over to grab an object that you didn't pay attention to until he places the front of a camera in front of your face.

he made sure the camera faced you and him as he stood over you making sure the camera gets his blood-covered mask. “smile for the camera, doll,” the camera flashed before the picture slid out making you flinch a little.

he stayed there for a few seconds before he caught his breath and pulled his softened dick from your pussy, making you wince. he stared at your fucked out pussy as a mixture of yours and his cum dripping from your hole. he took his index finger and began stuffing it back into you making you wince from being sensitive, before landing a hard smack to your ass causing you to look back at his.

he shrugs at you before pulling up his trousers, and sliding off the mask. he walks by you and place a wet kiss on your cheek, and giving you a charming wink.

“happy halloween doll-face”

a/n: i hope y'all enjoyed this! this took me a week to do, but im not complaining because it was very much worth it. make you guys like, comment, and reblog. i love you guys, bye <3 💋

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starlightshadowsworld · 9 months

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Just the idea of Steve having changed himself upon entering high-school.

To the point no one, not even his old friends realise that King Steve used to be little Stevie.

That the same boy who stood at the top of the food chain, once had a home with the rest of the lost sheep.

His infamous hair was once nothing short of wild.

No one ever questioned how he knew to put on eyeliner to help his date.

Or how he knew the lyrics to bands that seemed so unlike him.

Steve going home after apologising, after the demogorgan.

Entering his attic and opening a box, pulling out old polaroids.

Holds his old battle vest to his chest and wonders if it was worth leaving himself behind.

#Steve harrington #Stranger things #Steve but he was alt in middle school #He was a nerd but he gave it all up for popularity and to be cool #Steve falling from the top and seeing everything he tried to hide and wonders when he started caring what everyone thought of him #punk steve harrington

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gravedigginbbydoll · 11 months

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pencil shavings and shared smiles {pt.4}

Fem! Teacher Reader x Teacher! Eddie

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AN: Hi friends! Sorry this took so long, I was struggling to finish this chapter and figure out how I wanted things to go but here we are ! Enjoy! (Also pls reblog and like if you enjoy it!)

WARNINGS AND CONTENT: Minors DNI!!!, Noncanon, Hawkins AU, Normal Hawkins, Rumors about Eddie, Eventual Smut, Very fluffy, Outcasts and Bullying, Mentions of Loneliness, Flirting, drinking, violence/fighting, drug usage, mentions of death, Fem!Reader, use of nickname Tish in place of Y/N, older! Eddie, short-haired Eddie, 1995/1996 Hawkins, F! Reader has a dark past, F! Reader is a former goth lol, angst.

Summary: First day of classes, and the day is not too hot for you.

Following that peaceful afternoon with Eddie, you slowly started to unravel bits and pieces about the man. At the same time, he slowly got you to open up more and more. You had spent your following few lunch breaks between training periods with him, even one day bringing old faded polaroids to prove your brief stint in the goth scene. Eddie had nearly lost it when you showed him a photo of you at a goth club in your hometown, a dark little underground venue fondly called ‘The Church’.

“Tish, I barely recognize you. Your makeup and clothes! I thought I was the black sheep!” He exclaimed, chucking with pink cheeks. He had started calling you ‘Tish’ as a joke, referencing Morticia Addams. He thought himself incredibly clever when you revealed you had taken French in high school and at your college.

You had not let him off easy, making him bring proof of ‘The Hair’ Harrington and his own wild mane he had bragged about to your next lunch in the library. He had done as promised, bringing multiple polaroids of himself and his friends. One had him and Steve, along with Dustin and Mike, who you know now as Nancy’s brother. They all had arms slung around each other, Dustin sandwiched in the middle as the shortest in the lineup. Eddie had a mischievous smile, his hair much longer, and his brunette curls wild. He wore a jean vest with patches, a leather jacket underneath, and a worn-out Metallica shirt. It was the same Eddie you knew, but his face had no smile lines or soft wrinkles. Steve looked the same, but his hair looked like it was reaching for heaven, which made you laugh a bit. The other photos all had Eddie in similar attire, and you could even point out some of the people you recognized.

“See?” Eddie teased. “Told you I was metal, Tish.”

You were wishing for those lunches and teasing jabs from Eddie currently as you anxiously got ready for your first day with students. Before moving to Hawkins, you mostly worked as a sub due to… extenuating circumstances. You had your first day planned out, opting to do introductions and explain to students what you hoped to do as their first reading while also setting expectations for the classroom. What you hadn’t prepped for was your neighbors having loud and obnoxious sex all night, leaving you lying awake for hours before finally succumbing to sleep. You were now shaky and tired, trying to pull on your heels, leading you to misstep and break your other heel while twisting your ankle. Pain shoots up your leg, and you slide down your wall, a sour mood spreading. You pull off the heels and sigh, trying to calm your nerves and turn the day around.

Flats it is.

The ride to school is relatively calm, save for the headache that’s trying to creep in. There’s a bit of traffic, but nothing crazy. When you reach the school, you feel your stomach drop at the sight of parents dropping off their children and teachers’ cars parked in the lot. You check your wristwatch, hoping you didn’t read the time wrong. Instead, the numbers flash at you in mocking tones.

It’s 9:00 am. The school day has already started.

You feel your chest tighten as you rush across the parking lot and into the building, trying to dodge the few kids running around the hallways late for their homeroom. When you finally make it to your room, you see none other but Mrs. Doyle standing in your doorway, crossed arms and disapproving, staring at your homeroom class seated at their desks. You scramble in, smiling apologetically at the older woman’s scorn, rushing to your desk, and throwing your purse into your chair as you head to the board to quickly write your name. When you spin back around, you see something on your desk. A candy bar. Next to it is a note scrawled in messy handwriting. You gently pick it up, reading the message.

Good luck on your first day, Tish. Knock ’em dead.

A smile finds its way onto your lips, and you straighten up, beginning to introduce yourself to your homeroom class, a new sense of determination and courage finding its way into your heart.

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Once you reach lunchtime, I feel the slight boost of confidence beginning to wear off. Your students didn’t seem excited by the reading or explanation of the assignment, groaning at the prospect of homework.

You sit at your desk, rummaging through your bag, when you hear a knock at your door. You stop to look up, your heart skipping a beat at the idea of a familiar head of curly hair being behind the door. Instead, it pops the head of the ever-scorning Mrs. Doyle. Your heart sinks.

“Mrs. Doyle, hello. How may I help you?” You smile politely, swallowing down your nerves.

She enters your classroom, closing the door softly before turning to you; her stern expression has not changed since this morning.

“I came to discuss your tardiness.”

You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you nod, trying to offer an apology. “I am so sorry, Mrs. Doyle. I truly appreciate you watching my class this morning. I promise-”

She cuts you off with a hand raised, her mouth pursed in a hard line. “Now, I’m not sure how they do things in ‘the big city’ or wherever you’re from, but here tardiness is unprofessional. Especially on the first day. Let us hope it’s a one-time mistake.”

You nod, smiling shakily, your hands trembling. Guilt and shame consume you. “Of course. My apologies.”

She shakes her head, heading out the door, but stops to look at you first. “Just know… this job isn’t for everyone.”

You feel your stomach drop to the floor, panic creeping through your system.

She smiles a sickening faux grin. “Well…good luck, dear.”

As she closes the door, you try to control your breathing. You eventually feel your body relax and decide to look through your bag again to find the small sandwich you managed to throw together during your rush to get ready. You feel your stomach growl and your frustration grow as you realize you left the sandwich out on your counter. You decide to calm the rumbling of your stomach with the candy bar Eddie gave you, but you still feel hunger gnawing due to forgetting breakfast this morning. You groan and lay your head on your desk. Today is quite a day.

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The end of the day is finally reached; the students race to get out of school and head home to comics, games, and TV. You smile softly at the children running out of the school, memories of your own youth playing in your head. Some things don’t change.

You are about to head to the teacher’s lounge and grab a coffee before starting lesson plans when an older gentleman dressed in a button-down shirt and nice dress pants comes to your door. He smiles at you. He’s handsome and clean-cut, but you don’t recognize him.

“May I help you?” You offer a smile, though confusion swims through your brain.

He smiles wide and holds a hand that you take and shake gently. “Hello. I’m Mr. Robucks. I’m Jimmy’s father.”

You hold back a grimace, recalling Jimmy as the well-dressed yet rude boy who didn’t pay attention in class and had attempted to sneakily stick gum in one of the more timid girls’ hair. You stopped him with a stern glance, but he still unnerved you.

“Ah, yes. He’s in my 2nd-period class. Is there any concern or something I should know, Mr. Robucks?” You furrow your brows but smile softly, trying to not let your nervousness show.

Mr. Robucks chuckles and shakes his head, his grin wide. “Please, call me Chris. And no, I just figured I’d introduce myself. My boy can be mischievous, but he’s a good kid.” He looks you up and down, making your skin prickle and crawl. “Although, not sure how he could focus with such a young and beautiful teacher.”

You fake a laugh, trying to be polite. “Oh please, Mr. Robucks. Thank you.”

He jokingly squints at you, wagging a finger. “Now, what did I say? Call me Chris.”

You smile tightly, grab your bag, and head towards the door. “Well, Chris, it was nice meeting you, but I’ve got to get going-”

He stands before the door, looking at you and smirking, tilting his head. “Well, I do hope we see each other often. Perhaps I can show you around town.”

You feel your throat tighten at the offer, trying to keep your fake smile and politeness from cracking. “Perhaps. Good day, sir,” you state, trying to brush past him.

He steps aside to let you, but you can feel his eyes on your back, watching you walk the hallway.

You hurry your steps towards the teachers’ lounge, closing the door behind you and letting your head lean against the door as you sigh, trying to regain calmness and a sense of control.

“Tish…?”

Even in your frazzled state, you recognize the low timbre of his voice and turn. He’s sitting at a table with Steve and another relatively young male teacher to his left. His eyes are full of concern and confusion, and he leans forward. You walk toward the table, an apparent slump in your shoulders. You sit across from the men at the round table, looking up at them wearily. Eddie reaches across the table and squeezes your hand, his hands warm and calloused, the rings he wears a cool contrast against the heat of both of your skin.

“What’s up, Tish? Hard day?” His usually teasing tone is soft and cautious, and he keeps his soft hold on your hand, rubbing a thumb back and forth across your hand.

You feel heat rush through you but look up at him, your eyes threatening to overflow with tears, but you fight it with a tight-lipped smile. “Honestly? Not the worst I’ve had.”

He gives you a pointed look, shaking his head. “Uh, uh. I don’t do well with bullshit, Tish. Spill it.”

You feel your heart warm before sighing. Then, you launch into the story, explaining everything from the late night you had due to your obnoxious neighbors (which Eddie promptly got up during to make you some coffee, with as much sugar as possible), the students hating the assignment (Steve and Eddie reassure you that the kids are just upset that summer is over, and the art teacher you come to know as Will reassures you that when he had his first year at Hawkins Middle, the kids tore him to shreds), Mrs. Doyle scolding you for running late (Eddie promptly threw up a middle finger and said ‘fuck her’), to the weird father trying to flirt and make passes at you (Eddie and Steve both threw up the finger then, scrunching up their noses). By the end, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

You hold your coffee cup, the warmth radiating off your mug spreading through you. You sit with the three a bit longer, laughing at Eddie’s over-the-top gestures. He’s telling a story about his first year teaching and how he fell flat on his face in the middle of the parking lot, making himself look like he’d gotten in a fight. He’d jokingly told his students he was an ‘underground boxer.’ One of them believed him, causing parents to call the school to panic and some of the older teachers (including Mrs. Doyle) to really chew him out.

After a bit more casual conversation, Will heads home, grabbing his briefcase and waving you goodbye. Steve then checks his watch, cursing as he runs out the door, claiming he’s late for “movie night” with Robin. You and Eddie are left alone, the teacher’s lounge relatively bare as most of your coworkers left to rest and recuperate from the first day back. Finally, you stand up to go, remembering your plan to work on the reading assignment and try to make it more fun for the kids. Eddie stands, grabbing his stuff as well.

You take in his appearance discreetly as you grab your things, and your toes practically curl. You finally noticed his attire and felt something swirling in your stomach. Eddie is wearing a black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to showcase a smattering of tattoos along his forearms. He still has his chunky silver rings and guitar pick necklace, though you see it more now with one of the shirt’s top buttons undone. You feel your thighs squeeze together as you try to shake off the thoughts.

Eddie heads to the door first, opening it for you. When you approach him, he does a dramatic bow, head tilted down as he draws out his words. “After you, milady.” He glances up at you, eyes twinkling with humor.

You giggle softly, faking a curtsy. You try to imitate a posh accent, failing miserably. “Why, thank you, Sire.”

You walk through the doors, Eddie walking beside you. You’re both mostly silent, holding your bag on your shoulder, Eddie’s hands in his pockets. When you near your hallway, he turns to look at you, a shy smile gracing his face. Your heart pounds as you look up at him.

“Say, Tish… Do you like stargazing? What with being a lady of the night and all,” He teases, dimples appearing as his deep and warm eyes stare into you, their coffee hue warming your insides.

“I’m not opposed to it. Why? Is someone offering?” You tease, fighting the grin that wants to cover your face.

He shrugs, walking backwards towards his hallway, away from you. His grin is wide and makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. Your heart flutters.

“Could say that. Maybe you should meet them in the parking lot at 8?”

Your stomach churns with excitement as the smile you’ve been fighting spreads like wildfire across your face, and you feel your emotions bubble out of you.

“Maybe I will.”

He shines with excitement and joy, his grin never dimming in brilliance. He keeps his front to you before pivoting on his heel and holding a hand in a wave. He calls out over his shoulder, tone light and teasing.

“Hope to see ya there, Tish.”

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hopefuloverfury · 6 months

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may i request something with Elliott? something fluffy, perhaps? I've had a bit of a bad week and need a pick me up, and your hc list for how the bachelors fell in love was so sweet :') I just had his post-marriage heart event and can't stop thinking about it, so maybe something like that? maybe the moment when he comes home?

I’m sorry you had a bad week, anon. I hope this helps cheer you up a bit, even if it’s a little late. And I hope this week is better! I still haven’t married any of the candidates in my (singular) save file because I love all of them and can’t choose. Ugh. Anyway! Elliott is husband material and I love him.

898 words. Kinda short :( GN!Farmer, pure fluff. A planet made out of squishmallows. A field full of grazing sheep. Pillow stuffing fluttering around you after a pillow fight gets too crazy. So. Much. Fluff. Not beta'd or proofread, sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

Elliott closes the front door behind him, nodding in satisfaction when the lock clicks into place quietly. The house is silent, and Elliott carefully toes off his stuffy dress shoes and abandons his suitcase by the door. He’ll unpack in a bit, but right now he has more pressing matters to attend to.

Slipping on his house shoes, he climbs up to the second floor of the farmhouse. Miso meows from the top of the stairs, greeting him with an eager flick of the tail. Elliott smiles fondly at the gray tabby and scratches under his chin for a moment, before straightening up and making his way to the bedroom.

Impatience nips at his heels as he pushes the door open, and his breath leaves him all at once at the sight before him.

Yellow morning sunlight streams through the windows, bouncing off the white flannel sheets, and the whole room glows, edges blurred like an old polaroid. At the center of the world is the Farmer, curled up in the middle of the bed with their arms held tight around a pillow.

His throat closes.

His pillow.

He presses the back of his hand, still chilled from the frigid morning air, to his burning face. The things they do to him, truly.

Collecting the scattered pieces of himself from the floor, Elliott shuffles across the room and kneels beside their bed. Affection ripples in his chest like the surface of a pond disturbed by a fallen leaf as he watches them sleep for a few moments, but then it gets to be too much and he’s moving.

He presses a kiss to the top of their head, and squeezes their shoulder in tandem. They grumble in their sleep, and he smiles into their hair. He leans away as they shift a bit, groggily untucking their face from where they’d smushed it into his pillow, and their eyes flutter open.

“Good morning, gorgeous. I’m back,” Elliott whispers, brushing the pad of his thumb over their cheek as they look up at him. They blink a few times, the sun glaring in their eyes, and he smiles softly, endeared by their initial sleepy confusion.

He clocks the exact moment the realization dawns on them, and suddenly his arms are very, very full.

He chuckles, hugging them tightly as they bury their face into his neck.

“Elliott,” they whisper, tangling their fingers into his hair, and he sighs happily. Their weight against his chest is a welcome pressure.

“My love.” He rubs his palms up and down their back, refamiliarising himself with the contours of their body. “Ah, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Their arms tighten around his shoulders, and he presses a kiss to the side of their head. They pull away, eyes sparkling in the sun. They’re still soft with sleep, a little less alert than usual, and he tightens his grip on their waist. “How was your tour?”

He hums, running the tip of his finger over a loose stitch on the hem of their shirt. “Nothing I didn't already say in my letters. But one drop of the big city and I’m quenched. I much prefer being back here with you.”

He pecks their forehead.

“I really did miss you,” they whisper, cupping his jaw with a calloused palm when he’s settled back. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Elliott shakes his head with a smile. “You know well enough it was the same for me.”

“I do, but—”

The shrill call of the rooster echoes outside, cutting the Farmer off sharply. They frown, a displeased wrinkle appearing between their eyebrows.

Elliott smiles and smooths out the lines on their forehead with gentle fingers. “Don’t be so disappointed, my love. I’m home, but we’ve both got chores to catch up on, hm?”

He makes to pull away, but their arms keep him firmly locked in place.

“Stay?” They brush a loose strand of hair behind his ear, and tingles shoot down his spine. He nearly shivers. “I already took care of everything.”

“Of course you did.” He chuckles, petting their side. “But Darling, I must insist. I have to at least feed Miso.”

“All of his bowls are full. I filled them last night, and we can go to the saloon for a late breakfast if you come back to bed with me. When did you get up this morning? Wasn’t your train at four?” Their lips pillow out in a pout, tempting him. Elliott swallows hard. “Please? I almost forgot what sleeping next to you feels like.”

“Well now you’re just playing dirty,” Elliott mutters, reaching to pinch their hips softly. They jerk against him, and the tip of their nose brushes his own.

“Is it working?” They ask, grinning.

God help him, he is a weak, weak man.

“You know it is, just—let me change.” The farmer hums, smiling like the cat that got the cream as they bring their hands down to grip at the lapels of his suit jacket. He stares at their lips.

“Hurry up then. I wanna cuddle.”

"Yeah." He nods stiffly. “Anything you want.”

#stardew valley #sdv #elliott #asks #requests #anon #fluffy as all hell good lord #so sweet it's making my teeth ache #it is a bit shorter than I hoped but #I think it's alright #also i used snippets of his dialogue from the actual heart event #but i did try to modify it a little because sometimes the dialogue is awkward #blurbs #gender neutral reader

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z0mbie-grl · 18 days

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I HAVE/PROPOSE A NEW AESTHETIC!!

Cryptid-Coquette ! It’s a combination of the unknown or supernatural/paranormal, earthy/gloomy tones and cutesy, frilly, bows, pinks and light tones or can aim to be darker! Some things Cryptid-Coquette would include:

- Dark frilly or flouncy dresses

- Gloomy rainy/windy days

- Dirty white frilly socks

- Poison plants

- Cutesy cryptid art

- Partial messy hair

- Cryptid pictures in heart/round embellished picture frames

- Black or pink bows with burns in them

- Massive amounts of vintage jewelry

- MOTHMAN, SHAPESHIFTERS ETC!!

- Black Hollyhock or Queen of Night (Tulip)

- Dolly makeup or dark makeup (BLACK SMOKEY EYES)

- Foggy rainy days

- Thrifted items that are creepy or unusual

- supernatural, paranormal or horror books

- pink frilled cryptic journals

- ink spills

- headphones instead of earbuds

- Collecting oddities

- dark, pastel, muted colors

- Polaroids

- lockets, poison rings

- shirt or sweater vests

- wax stamps or melted onto items

- lace gloves

- exploring haunted places

- Mary Jane’s pumps (any colors)

- dark red flats

-sheep, bunnies, etc

And so so much more can be added to this list!!

Mini mood board⬇️

#cryptidcoquette #a new aesthetic #aspen’sideas🗝️#soft aesthetic #morute #dark coquette #coquette aesthetic #cryptid #cryptidcore #🩰#🪵

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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What about 2, 14 & 26 eddie x reader. Where he becomes very close to her after they both survived vecna and he can't seem to be away from her for too long. He finally confesses to her how he feels when he thinks she's pulling away from him.

"you need to know that i have grown to care for you. deeply." & "i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you." & "please...say something."

Your eyes tear up as you stare down at the photo of you and Eddie making silly faces at the camera. Nancy had taken the Polaroid of you two. It was right before everything with Vecna.

You had a strong friendship with Eddie, he was your smoking buddy, you always came to his practices and shows, even if there were four people and you were the only one who was cheering. You brought snacks to the Hellfire campaign and he let you sit besides him, next to his throne as you watched. He let you even wear one of his rings as if he always was there with you when you two were apart. Dustin always teased how you two look like a couple, always spending time with one another.

It's the part where almost losing Eddie that gets you. You had distance yourself from him, it scared you how he laid there in your lap telling you he wasn't going to make it, he told you to look after the other sheep, he said you were their mother now.

But you carried him with Steve, to the hospital. He wasn't dying on your watch. Your heart broke that you couldn't even muster to tell him that you loved him.

Eddie cares about you so much, more than you think. His heart is set on you and he has no idea that you feel the same way. After he woken from the hospital, Steve informed him that you didn't leave his side until today, Steve sent you home to sleep and get food. He was worried about you.

A week went by and Eddie had been home, his new home but his heart told him to go see you. Here you were laying on your bed, looking at the picture just thinking of Eddie when a knock came to your door.

You weren't expecting anyone. Maybe it was Steve, checking in on you.

" Steve-" you opened the door and there he stood. Your heart sped up and tears fell down your cheek as you let the door handle go and jumped on him. A groan escaped his mouth as he catches you, holding you close.

" I'm here, sweetheart" he says. He winces a little as you hug him, you forgot that he was healing and pull away as soon as you feel him wince.

" I'm so sorry, Eddie" he shakes his head, putting a finger on your lips telling you he has to tell you something.

"you need to know that i have grown to care for you. deeply." He starts to say. Your eyes softening as you watch him take a deep breathe, " I care about too, Eddie" he gently smiles as he continues," You're always on my mind and "I dream of you. all i do, is dream of you." You gasp at his confession, red tinting your cheeks but he takes a hold of your hands in his, holding them.

" I heard you in the hospital when you cried, when you pleaded that I come back, that I come back to you Y/N" he licks his lips feeling his stomach turn.

" What I am trying to say is, sweetheart, I am so in love with you since the moment Steve introduced me to you, I was captivated how beautiful you are and the more time we spend together. I knew, I knew that I needed you in my life"

Your heart melts at his words, your eyes brimming with tears but you hadn't said anything to him and it's making him worry.

He squeezes your hands as signal that he is done and it's your turn.

" please...say something."

You licked the tears away from your lips, feeling the saltiness from them as you speak, " I was so scared that you were going to die, I head you in my arms and you told me to leave you. I would not in a million years do that, you wanted me to go. No, I rather stay with you till our last breathe, till the moment last, till the end. I feel the same way, Eddie. I never want to lose you, you have my heart Eddie Munson"

With those words, Eddie grabbed a fistful of your shirt and placed his lips on yours.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson x you #jewls writes

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medusapelagia · 7 months

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Eddie's Month Day 9 + Whumptober Day 9

written for @eddiemonth and @whumptober-archive

Prompts: Eddie’s month day 9: Cowboy | Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi | Cavalier Whumptober day 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” - Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.

Rating: Mature Relationship: SteveHarrington/Eddie Munson WT: animal death, animal killing, shooting WC: 2882

“Is that you?”

Eddie turns toward the wanted dead or alive poster. The man on the poster looks a lot like him, he can’t deny it, but “No kid. That’s not me. That’s an outlaw called the Banished. I thought you could read, or your brother is sending you to school for nothing?”

“But he looks like you!” the kid insists.

“Well, don’t say that out loud, ok? We don’t want some stupid shithead thinking the same and coming to our home, right Dust?”

The kid lowers his eyes “No, Uncle Eddie.”

“Good boy. Now go fetch the horses.” he tells him, and when the kid turns the corner he rips off the poster “Better safe than sorry.” he murmurs to himself then follows the kid and they ride back to their farm.

Steve is waiting for them and from his face Eddie can tell that there is some kind of problem.

“One of the cows is sick.” he says as soon as Eddie dismounts.

Shit. They just have two cows left after this winter epidemic.

“What do you want to do?”

“We can’t sell her. Maybe we could kill her and get some meat from the winter.” Steve proposes, his eyes are tired and worried. They have so many debts to pay.

“Are you sure the meat is safe?”

Steve pinches his nose “I’m not. But I could eat it and…”

“No fucking way Steve. You are not going to eat infected meat.” he interrupts him.

“We don’t know if it’s infected.” he tries to object but Eddie is adamant.

“We don’t know if it’s safe either and you are not going to eat something that potentially might kill you. Are we clear?”

Steve nods tiredly “So what do you propose? We can’t keep her…”

“I’ll dispose of her.”

There is a long moment of silence and then Steve sighs “It’s Bess.”

Bess is Steve's favorite animal on the farm. He nursed his little brother with her milk when their parents died. Eddie internally curses. It’s going to be hard on Steve but the cow was already old. If they can manage to keep the other they could keep producing some cheese and sell it at the emporium.

“I’ll make sure she will not suffer.” he promises and Steve nods. They are in no condition to take care of sick animals and whatever disease she has Eddie must take her away from the farm as soon as he can.

Steve goes back inside with Dustin, while Eddie goes into the barn.

Bess is at the back of the barn, looking at him with her huge brown eyes as if she was waiting for him.

“I’m so sorry, Bess.” he tells her “But I’m sure there are wonderful grazing lands on the other side waiting for you.

The cow follows him meekly.

She trusts him. He is his master.

He drags her to a secluded area and he digs up his gun.

He counts the bullet. He shouldn’t waste them. He could cut her throat and let her bleed to death.

But it is Bess we are talking about, and she deserves better.

“I’m sorry girl.” he tells her and then shoots her in the head.

For a moment the cow keeps standing as if nothing happened, and then she falls to her side with a loud thud.

Eddie pats her neck for the last time and then leaves the corpse to the animals.

***

Summer is coming, and Eddie is ready to move the few animals they still have to new grazing lands.

“It’s too soon.” Dustin protests, he always tries to keep Eddie at home with them.

“It’s too late, Dust. I should have left at least two weeks ago. I stayed as long as I could but the sheeps have nothing to pasture on, so I need to move them quickly. I’ll be back in a couple of months, you know that.”

“You promise?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow “You know I will always come back to you, don’t you kid?”

The kid sighs “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about Steve. You know how he gets when you are not here.”

He knows. For the two months Eddie would be away he would not sleep an entire night, no matter what. But there is nothing he can do. Steve saved his life, the least he can do is keep his animals alive so that they could survive another winter.

“Take care of him for me, will you kid?”

Dustin nods “Come back soon.”

“As soon as I can.”

He gets to the barn, ready to jump on his horse and leave.

“Are you leaving?” Steve asks him, his cheeks red and his forehead sweaty while he is cleaning the barn.

“I am.” Eddie gets closer to him “A kiss for the road?” he asks, tugging him from his belt.

“Just one?”

“Two would be better.”

They kiss and Eddie’s hat falls to the ground revealing a deep scar on the side of his head. The one that Steve attended to and cleaned for weeks until he was sure that Eddie was going to survive.

“I’ll miss you.” Steve whispers on his lips.

“Me too. But I promise I’ll make up to you as soon as I come back.”

Eddie hugs him tighter, he knows what scares Steve the most. Being left alone “You know what? I’ll leave you Black Thunder. Ok, love?”

Steve gazes at him “You are leaving me your precious horse?”

“I am. So you’ll know I’ll come back.” he replies with a smirk.

Steve blushes, then he nods and leaves the barn, Eddie picks up his hat and then turns toward his horse who is glaring at him offended.

“I love you too. You know that.” he says to the horse, then he pats his neck “Take care of my boy.”

***

Steve is not counting the days and the nights.

He is too busy for that.

He has to take care of the farm, sell the cheese, and take care of Dustin.

And he is not missing Eddie.

And his bed doesn’t feel cold even if it's summer.

No.

He is fine.

Everything is fine.

And he is not worried about the group of bounty hunters that he has seen in town, but maybe he has told Dustin not to go into town without him.

Maybe.

“Nice horse.” one of them says to him when he comes back from the Emporium.

“Thanks.” Steve replies, getting on the horse.

“You don’t see a stallion like that every day.”

“I’m lucky to have him.”

“I was wondering how could a farm boy like you afford a beautiful animal like that.” the man continues, his hand too close to his gun in Steve’s opinion.

“Maybe you don’t know it but farms have horses, and sometimes they are blessed with a great horse like him.”

“What’s his name?”

Steve doesn’t like the question. There is something this man is not saying.

“Why do you care?”

“Curiosity.”

“Shadow.” he replies, but he has hesitated a moment too long and he can see that the other man is not convinced.

“Well. You are very lucky.”

Steve doesn’t reply, he watches the man leave with his companions and then gallops back to the farm.

“What happened?” Dustin asks as soon as he sees him.

“We are not going back to town.”

“But.”

“No buts, Dustin. We are not going.”

Dustin is clever enough to not ask any more questions when his brother closes himself in his room.

***

Three days.

Eddie left the farm three days ago and he is already missing Steve and Dustin so deeply.

At least he has Honey, Steve's lovely mare, that keeps him company.

He was used to sleeping on the ground looking at the stars.

It’s not a bad life, it's just… that he misses the comfort of Steve’s arms.

He misses him and the kid so deeply that it seems to him to hear Dustin's voice.

“Eddie!!!! Eddie!!!”

He gets up from the rock where he is resting.

He is not hallucinating. Dustin is calling for him.

He sees the boy wandering in the woods and runs toward him “Dustin! What are you doing here? Did something happen?”

“They took him! They took Steve!” he yells.

Eddie freezes “Who? Who took him?”

“The bounty hunters!”

“Why should they…”

“He had your horse! They think he is you! They think he is The Banished!”

Eddie stiffens “What… what are you saying… I know nothing about that…”

“Come on Eddie! I knew it was you even before the poster! But they took Steve! They are keeping him alive to get more money but you know him! He will get in trouble and they will kill him!”

Eddie looks around himself. He can’t leave the animals and he can’t bring Dustin back with him so…

“There is an abandoned farm a few miles away. Can you get there? And bring the animal if you can. We will join you as soon as we can.”

“But... Steve!”

Eddie puts his hands on Dustin's shoulders “I’ll bring him back. Do you trust me, Dustin?”

“I do.”

Good boy.

“How many? And where are they heading to?”

“Three and they are going to Hawkins.”

The closest town. Shit. He has no time to lose.

He gets on Steve’s horse and starts galloping toward Hawkins.

He is alone, and even if he is still good with his gun he doesn’t want to risk any collateral damage and he doesn’t have the time to make a trap. He will just have to improvise.

***

The three men are drinking around the fire, talking about how they are going to spend the money they will receive for The Banished.

“I’m not him! I told you!” Steve protests for the umpteenth time.

“You know what? It doesn’t really matter! Either you are him or you killed him and took his horse. In any case, you are not a good guy and the sheriff is going to pay good money for you.” one of them replies and when Steve tries to object again he points his gun at Steve’s head.

“The poster said Wanted Dead or Alive. The choice is yours. What’s gonna be?”

Steve stays in silence, glaring at the man who slowly puts his gun away.

He is not worried about himself. He is worried about Dustin. And Eddie.

Eddie.

He will take care of Dustin. Steve is sure he will.

Steve lies on the ground, looking at the stars, wondering if this is going to be the last time he sees them.

He tries to shift but his arms are tied to a rock and he can’t really move.

He is almost dozing off when a hand closes his mouth and a familiar voice in his ear whispers “It’s me.”

Eddie.

Steve turns and sees the face he loves.

“How?”

Eddie puts a finger in front of his mouth to shush him and then cuts Steve free. They slowly move toward the horses, but one of the bounty hunters wakes up and starts to scream while the others take their guns.

Now the only thing that is keeping Steve and Eddie safe is the big rock behind which they are hiding.

“Now what?”

“I’ll distract them and you go toward the woods. Honey is waiting for you.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“Yes you are. I’ll find you. I swear.”

“What?”

Eddie kisses him “I’ll find you, in this life on in the next.” he tells him, and then turns toward the bounty hunters “You put on some weight, didn’t you Henry?”

The blond bounty hunter gets up and glares at him“Eddie. How nice of you to come all this way just to get killed and let us collect the bounty!”

Steve stares at the man at his side.

What?!

“Why don’t we do it the old way? Me and you and one bullet?”

“We tried that once, but you refused to die.” the blond man responds while shooting at the rock.

Eddie lifts his head to see where they are and his hat falls off.

“Fuck you! I loved that hat!” Eddie complains, then looks at the other rock a few feet away. He still has some bullets.

He shoots some bullets while he runs toward the other rock, keeping the men's attention on him.

He kills one, but it’s still two against one and he has only one bullet left.

Fuck. Why did he shoot that stupid cow?

He counts the bullets.

The two men have one bullet each. And when they stop to recharge he kills one of them.

He doesn’t have any more bullets, but Creel doesn’t know it.

“It doesn’t have to end like this, Henry. Why don’t you stop and we go back to our lives?” he tries to convince him.

“Because I want to see you dead!” the man replies, getting closer. He must have understood that Eddie has no more bullets.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Eddie kisses the little cross his uncle gave him years ago, ready to die.

At least Steve will be ok, or he hopes so.

He turns toward the other rock to see his lover for the last time but the boy is not there.

“Steve?” he murmurs, and then he feels the cold metal behind his head.

“Nice scar. Is this the one I gave you?”

“Fuck you, Creel.”

He hears the trigger and closes his eyes.

The click reverberates in the valley, but Eddie doesn’t feel any pain.

He hears Creel falling to the ground and when he turns Steve is holding a gun in his shaking hands.

“Steve?” he calls the boy who is still pointing the gun at the dead man.

“Steve, he is dead. Give me the gun. Come on. Give it to me.” he asks him, gently taking the gun from his hands.

He looks around them, Steve has taken the gun from the first man Eddie killed.

Fuck.

“Hey. Are you ok?” he asks him while he cleans Steve's face from the blood.

“You… You are a liar!” Steve screams “You lied to me! You told me that the bandits hurt you! But it wasn’t like that! It was the bounty hunters! Because you are a bandit!”

Steve falls to the ground “Oh my god, I let a bandit in my house. I put Dustin in peril! I… I…”

Eddie hugs him while Steve tries to escape from his hold “Sorry sweetheart.” he whispers, and then he pistol-whipped him.

They are too close to the town and the dawn is coming, Eddie has no time to calm down the boy, they must leave.

He takes the horses and gallops back to the farm.

***

When Steve wakes up he has a terrible headache, but at least he is in his bed.

“Hey Dust, I had the strangest dream ever…”

“Not sure it was a dream, Stevie.”

Steve jolts and almost falls from the bed “Yeah, I know, being pistol-whipped is no fun.” Eddie tells him, offering him some water.

Steve glares at him “Being what… oh my god did you…?”

“I did. And I’m sorry. But I was kind of in a hurry, you know?” Eddie replies with a meek smile.

“You fucking liar! Was it all a lie?” Steve yells at him.

“I never lied to you. I just… omitted.”

“You told me it was a bandit who hurt you!” Steve insists.

“And it was! Henry and the others were in my group of outlaws, ok? We had some… disagreements. And usually between outlaws, the disagreements end with someone dead, ok? They thought they killed me. If you hadn’t found me and nursed me back to health I would have died in the middle of those fucking woods.” Eddie tries to explain.

“But you… I…”

Eddie cups Steve's face “I love you, Steve. And not only because you saved my life. When Dustin told me they got you… I was crazy with worry.”

Steve startles “Dustin! Where is he?”

“He is safe. There is an abandoned farm a few miles from here. I usually stop there for a couple of days before searching for better places for the sheep.”

“And now what are we going to do now?” Steve asks looking around at the few things he still owns.

“I must leave, but you can stay here. It’s your family’s farm.”

Steve shakes his head “My family is Dustin. And you. Not this stupid farm.”

“We will have to travel a lot before finding the right place to hide.” Eddie warns him “Are you ready for that? I could guide you to the next town and leave you there.”

Steve glares at him “Were you lying when you said you loved me?”

Eddie grunts “I would never do such a thing.”

“So take me with you. We will find another town, another farm, I don’t care. All I want to do is be with you.” he pleads.

“Even if I’m an outlaw?” Eddie asks, scared of the answer to his question.

“Even if you were an outlaw.” Steve confirms

Eddie takes Steve into his arms and they kiss. When they separate Eddie whispers on Steve's lips “Rest now. Tonight we will leave.”

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