#yandere!eddie munson x female reader

[oneforthemunny]

happy together |yandere!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: your and eddie's date at the hideout leads to uncovered pasts, from both of you. or part two of the yandere!eddie series.

contains: very dark fic! yandere!eddie. obsessive and posessive eddie. alludes to past violence, past relationship trauma, mean!eddie. parental trauma. alcohol. language. smut. oral (male and fem receiving), pinvsex. manipulative eddie. stalking. obsession. very dark. minors dni!!

“I’m not really sure I’m the right girl for this.” Nervous smiles, tugging at the ends of her sweater, a blonde ponytail bouncing with every turn of her head, scanning the room. “‘M not a big punk rock kinda girl.” 

“Good thing it’s metal then, right?” Eddie grinned, knee bouncing on the wooden stool. “C’mon, they’re not gonna mosh you or some shit. Just here to listen to music.” If only he’d known then, that’s not why Chrissy was so nervous, why she pulled and twisted the sleeves of her sweater furiously, chin ducked to her chest the entire night. 

“Hey, this is really good.” You giggled, the crystal trill of your giddy tone pulling Eddie out of his daze. There was no nervous blonde in front of him- no, there was an angel sitting across from him, giving him a bright smile that he was sure was melting him to his very core. 

“Is it?” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobblier than he would have liked. His knee still bounced on the wooden stool, trying to down his beer so he’d loosen up, enough to not shake so much but not too much- he couldn’t risk getting too drunk. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, tipping the rim of the martini glass to your lips, your lipstick stain printed on the rim. Eddie had never been so envious of a glass. 

“Really good. Excellent choice.” You praised, leaving Eddie blushing under your sweet words. “What’s this called again?” 

“Uh, a casio- no cosmo.” Eddie stuttered, fingers drumming on the sticky wood of the table top. “I’ll be honest, I just asked Katrina to make somethin’ good for you.” 

 “Well, my compliments to Katrina.” You giggled, sliding the glass towards Eddie. “You want a taste?” 

His heart jumped, eyes focused on the lipstick stain on the rim. The thought of putting his lips where yours were, it was too much for him, sending his body into overdrive. “S-Sure,” Eddie swallowed, picking the glass up. His lips barely brushing where your lipstick was, casual enough that he hoped you wouldn’t see the tremble in his hands. 

The vodka burned down his throat, singed his nose, swirling with the sweetness of the mixer. “Mm,” Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Shit, that is good.” 

You grinned, hands brushing when you took your drink back, both of your chins ducking with nervous excitement. There was a pause, a dreaded fill of silent tension falling between the two of you. 

Say something, Munson. Fucking say something, anything. But he couldn’t, he could barely form a thought. His mind cruelly wandered back to her, the night playing on a humiliating loop in the back of his head. 

“So,” You saved him, head lolling sweetly in your hand, a little drunk, a little silly. “You know if you wanted to take me out, you didn’t have to switch shifts with Brenda.” 

Eddie’s heart stopped, halted with thundering fear, body stilling. “W-What?” Eddie managed to squeeze the word through his tightening throat. 

Your lips tightened in a smile, fingertips tracing over the wood table. “Brenda told me about how you took her shift.” You admitted. “That you probably did it so you could ask me out.” 

Eddie’s cheeks flamed, the familiar ringing crescendoing in the back of his mind. Chrissy’s face morphing into yours, her look of horror and disgust taking over your own features. “I would never be with you, you’re a fucking freak! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! You’re a freak!” 

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- I just meant,” Nerves blossomed in your own veins, hands wringing under the table. “I-I meant, you didn’t have to take her shift. I woulda-” Eddie blinked, eyes still wide, rounded like he’d been caught. “I would have gone out with you anyways.” 

Eddie’s body halted again, the raging screams of Chrissy, the deafening ringing in his ears, all stilled at your soft tone. “Y-You would’ve?” Eddie whispered. 

“Well, yeah.” You admitted, eyes cutting sweetly up to him. “I mean, yeah, I would have. You’re always sweet, and nice, and funny, and- yeah, I would’ve gone out with you. I’m having a really good time.” 

Eddie thought he might float away. His heart, his head filled with such a light, airy feeling that he’d gone positively boneless. “I-I’m having a good time too.” He ducked his head down, hoping you couldn’t see the rushing flush of red on his cheeks. 

“How did you-” Eddie stopped himself, taking a breath so his mind could still. He couldn’t ramble, his ramblings got him in trouble, showed too much. “Did Brenda tell you?” Eddie’s knee bounced faster, trying to stop his hands from twirling his rings around, nervous fidgeting. 

You smiled softly. “Yeah,” You nodded softly. “I mean, I brought up that we were going… out tonight. And she just kinda mentioned it.” You paused, looking down at your drink, twirling the black straw around the glass. An unsure pause filled the two of you, awkwardly floating around you in still uncertainty. 

“She, uh- Brenda, she said she used to date your uncle?” You tried again, stomach flipping, filling with dread. This was a mistake, you’d hoped that cynical voice nagging in the back of your head would have been wrong. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, calculated breaths, deep in, deep out, trying to calm his jolted nerves. The long drink you took didn’t help, looking around at the other bar patrons awkwardly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Munson, get your head out of your fuckin’ ass, and do this right! Planned this shit for weeks, and now you’re gonna fuck it all up. 

“They dated for a while.” Eddie added, picking up his own beer. His hands shook when he lifted the bottle to his lips. “I, uh, I had just moved in with my uncle when they started dating.” 

“Are they still dating?” You pressed, hoping to keep the conversation going. 

“No,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “No, they broke up like years ago, but uh, she’s always been nice to me. Got me this job, so…” Eddie threw his hands out slightly, knee bouncing rapidly. 

Your eyes cut away, back down to your drink, twiddling with the straw awkwardly. Eddie’s ribs were constricting in the tightness of his own chest, sure the bones were about to tear through flesh. His hands clammy, fingers swelling around the silver rings on his fingers. 

“She, uh- Brenda, she was kinda like a second mom to me, after my mom,” Eddie’s throat tightened, eyes on the ring of condensation left behind by his beer. “After she passed.” 

“Oh,” Your face fell, eyes rounding sympathetically- a look he’d grown so used to, but seeing it on your features didn’t leave quite the same acidic disdain in his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Your teeth tugged on your lip. 

“Yeah, it’s not- it’s fine. I mean, it was a while ago.” Eddie’s knee shook, sure he was rattling off the barstool’s laddering step. “Anyways, I went to live with my Uncle for a while a-and he was with Brenda. She’s always looking out for me.” Always, even when she shouldn’t, Eddie’s mind said what he didn’t, ringing loud in his thoughts. 

“That’s good. That you have her.” You smiled softly, Eddie’s heart soared. “She’s really nice. I like working with her a lot.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Eddie nodded, the tightness in his chest easing, even at the pause. “What about you?” 

Your eyes met his with an unsettling suddency, wide and urgent. Eddie’s brow raised before he could still it. “W-What?” Your stuttering squeak piqued his interests, sending him soaring into bouts of curiosity. 

“I mean, what about your family? Back home?” Eddie’s tone was level, an uneasy kind of calmness that left you consumed with vulnerability. 

“O-Oh,” Your hands twisted under the table, picking the black polish that smudged over your cuticles. “It’s not much, honestly.” 

Eddie nodded slowly, eyes scanning your features. The way you swallowed anxiously, chewing the inside of your lip. “Fucked up home life?” Eddie grinned playfully. Your eyes lifted back to him. “Sorry, that was- I’m just saying, I get it. You don’t have to tell me, but if you ever wanted someone to talk to, it doesn’t get more dysfunctionally fucked than the Munson’s.” 

“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head gently. “No, I’m- I was really close with my family. I just, I don’t get to see them much now anymore.” 

Eddie swallowed his words, the urge to jump and demand to know more, to scare you with his prying. He couldn’t do that, not again. Girls didn’t like that, he’d learned that. 

Instead he stayed silent, watching you fidget around. “I-I moved when I was eighteen.” Your eyes stayed on the table. “I, uh, I moved with my… They didn’t want me to leave. They wanted me to stay and go to college. My dad really wanted me too, and-and when I didn’t… We just kinda lost contact?” The words tumbled out of you, lungs squeezing them out, wringing them from your chest like a soapy rag. 

“I used to talk to my mom a lot, but… I don’t know. It got kinda weird, ya know?” Your own knee bounced now, eyes rounding to his, in a face that was all too familiar. 

“My mom, she was just really hard on me. I-I don’t think she meant to be, but…” Visions of Chrissy’s same troubled face meshed with yours, her words ringing like sirens in his mind. 

“Yeah, no, I get that.” Eddie swallowed, blinking hard to get her face off of yours. Insulting, Munson, comparing her to you. 

“So, you don’t talk to them much anymore?” Eddie pressed. 

Your head shook. “No, I-I mean I’m sure they would if I would call.” Your heart drummed in your ears. “T-They don’t know how to reach me, so… I’d have to call them, a-and it’s just a mess.” 

Eddie’s spine tingled, icy pricklings of curiosity. Your parents didn’t know? Didn’t know you moved all alone? You said you were close, had pictures of them in your bedroom, but why? What weren’t you telling him? 

Eddie didn’t pry, simply nodding, grabbing his beer. “No, I get that.” He nodded. “I get the messy thing.” You lifted your own drink, gulping down the rest of it, wincing at the burn of vodka down your throat. 

Silence fell over the two of you again, a lingering awkwardness in the air that had Eddie’s stomach turning. 

Whoever called alcohol liquid courage, might’ve been a genius; Eddie had decided that. Three beers in, his hand was on your waist, head banging and rocking with you in the middle of the crowd. Surprisingly full and packed tonight, Eddie was thankful, it broke up some of the uncomfortableness. It only took your two more drinks to fully loosen up, teetering on tipsy and breaking open a new side of you to Eddie that he was enthralled with. 

Giggly and sweet and chatty and so touchy. You’d grabbed his hand, pulled him into the crowd, shoulders brushing and wiggling through the others to get near the front. 

“They’re really good!” You screamed over the roar of the music, turning towards Eddie. 

“Yeah?” Eddie yelled back, his hand still ghosting over your waist, the band of your jeans. “You like it?” 

“Yeah!” You giggled, lips spreading in a wide smile. “I-I’m having a really good time!” 

Eddie’s heart skipped, maybe stopped all together. He was thankful for the dim lighting, that his blush was hidden by it. “Me too.” Eddie’s voice cracked. “I-I’m having a really good time, too.” 

You smiled, arms thrown around his neck in a sloppy, silly way that had his knees tightening, weakened under your smile. Your eyes flickering down to his lips, teeth catching and rolling your own. Eddie was sure you could feel his heart thundering through his veins, his own hands gripping your waist rigidly. 

You were teasing him, playful, but agonizing. Head swaying in then back, closer and closer to him. Noses nearly touching, an almost brush that had Eddie’s blood rushing to his cock. Tongue running over his own lips, his head inched closer to yours, your lips barely brushing his. 

“Eddie?” His body ran still, rigid at the voice. 

“Eddie Munson?” Your lips fell in a pout, arms slacking around Eddie, slipping off his frame. Brows furrowed at the blonde in front of you, though she wasn’t interested in looking at you, eyes in a nearly challenging glare at Eddie. 

“H-Hey, Tammy.” Eddie’s hands slid down your waist, shoulder moving in front of you. “What are you doing here?” 

Tammy’s lips twitched in a fake smile that came off more like a snarl. “Jason knows the drummer. Plus, it’s half on buckets during the show.” Her eyes scowled over his frame. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

Eddie’s heart stopped, a clammy chill blanketing his skin. “Yeah, hey, it was good to see yo-” 

“-I haven’t seen you since you showed up at Chrissy’s place.” Tammy sneered. 

You blinked, brows furrowed, trying to lean in to hear the conversation. Eddie’s body tilted, trying to shield you out of the way. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, taking a slow inhale to calm his racing mind, spiraling at the memory of her, Tammy’s words, you behind him. The trilling ring made its way back into his ears, vision spotting with a black vinaigrette. 

“So how is Chrissy?” Tammy’s eyes slanted in a predatory challenging glare. 

Eddie swallowed, fists balling beside him. “I don’t know, Tammy.” He sneered through his own gritted teeth. “She dumped me. I’m sure you know that-” 

“-Yeah, I heard that.” Tammy scoffed. “But what I think is so strange, is right after she packs up and leaves? To go stay with her aunt?” 

“I’m sure her parents made her go to college up there. That’s all they wanted for her anyways.” Eddie snapped, much more territorial than he meant it to. Your heart dropped at his tone, the anger in his eyes, jaw clenched. Taking a step back, you moved back into the crowd, chest tightening, desperate for air. 

Eddie’s eyes cut to you, stepping towards you. Tammy sidestepped in his way, blocking him. “Cut the bullshit, Munson. I know you did something to her.” 

“What?” Eddie snapped. “Can you leave me-” 

“-No. She moves and doesn’t tell anyone? You expect me to believe that? Buy that bullshit?” 

“Maybe she didn’t like you, Tammy.” Eddie barked, eyes blown with a crazed anger that had her flinching. “Maybe you two weren’t as fucking close as you thought? Huh?” Eddie took a step towards her. 

“And before you start accusin’ me of shit, why don’t you fuckin’ think about what you’re saying. You think her parents wouldn’t have called the police, led a fucking man hunt if she disappeared or something? Huh?” Eddie spat, heat creeping in a flush up his neck. His eyes cut to you, scampering towards the table, fumbling with your coat. 

Eddie’s heart lurched, turning back to Tammy. Ears ringing, seeing red- red all over her, splotchy on his vision. Her eyes wide in fear she tried to hide, rigid and cowering in the crowd over his looming figure. “Thought you were supposed to be smart. Valedictorian or whatever.” Eddie sneered in a scoff, stomping away from her. 

He tore through the crowds, uncaring of the huffs of anger or annoyance from the others. Tunnel visioned in a determined glare, set on you. You, spine stiff, stuttering steps towards the exit. 

Ruined. Ruined, it’s fucking ruined. Fucking Tammy, ruined everything. Everything you worked for, Munson. It’s over. Done. Again. 

“Hey,” Eddie took a bounding step towards you, heart hammering in his chest. Your shoulders tensed, not turning back. “Hey, where’re you going?” He tried to keep his voice light, void of the frantic tightness he was feeling in his chest. His hand touched your shoulder, pulling away when you flinched away.

Your eyes were blown, meeting his with a look of positive terror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“Sorry about that. She- We went to high school, and-and she was friends with my ex, a-and- Are you ok?” Eddie’s brows creased, cutting down to your trembling hands, shaking even in the tight knuckled grip around your jacket. 

“I-I I need to go outside.” You stammered, chest constricting your airways. “I just, I-I need some air.” 

“Ok. Let me grab my jacket and-” 

“-That’s alright.” You said quickly. “I just- I-I’m sorry.” Your chin ducked to your chest, you tore through the crowded tables, the gathering at the bar towards the exit. 

“Shit,” Eddie hissed, turning back to the high top you’d been sitting at, his leather jacket still on the back of the chair. He dashed towards the table, running through the bar, uncaring of the bouncer’s booming warnings, pushing out the doors. 

The parking lot was empty, no sight of you on the wall, next to the other smokers, or by his van. Eddie’s hands went to his hair, fists balling around the hair there. “Shit, shit, shit.” She’s gone. You scared another one away, Munson. No, I-I can’t. It can’t end like this. I won’t let it. I could go to her house, I-I’ll go to her house- And do what? Break in. How’d that work the last time, you fucking idiot- 

“Hey, man,” A bartender wearing the Hideout’s black tee called, smoke spilling out of his mouth with the words. “You lookin’ for a girl? She ran out here cryin.” 

Eddie’s heart leapt, nodding furiously. “Yeah, yeah, did you see her? Where’d she go?” 

The man nodded around the corner. “I asked her if she was alright, but… She seemed real upset. Didn’t want to make it worse.” His eyes rolled over Eddie’s figure. “You might wanna go check on her.” 

“I will. Thank you. Thank you.” Eddie’s legs felt like jelly, numb with every bounding step on the graveled pavement. He rounded the corner of the building, hearing you before he could see you. 

A shaky exhale, ghosting with the hint of a cry. He found you, back against the brick, sitting on the grass, head tilting up high, shoulders fighting the shake of a cry with every long inhale and deep exhale you took. 

Eddie stilled. He had to be careful, only one chance, one shot to fix this. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, wincing at how you jumped, eyes shooting open. “Hey, no, I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I-I was just coming to check on you.” 

Your eyes shone, lip wobbling with a cry. “I-I’m sorry.” You croaked, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

Eddie paused. Sorry? He had expected you to scream, to try and run, call him a freak like Chrissy had. Anything but sorry. 

“I-I’m sorry-y. I-I didn’t-” You gasped for a strangled breath. “I-I’m fine-” 

“-Hey,” Eddie crouched towards you, knees sinking in the cool grass beside you. “Are you ok? What’s going on?” 

Tears leaked down the corner of your eyes when you squeezed them shut, head shaking. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so s-sorry.” You sniffled, a broken, breathy cry tearing from your chest. 

“You don’t need to be sorry. Hey, c’mon, you-you gotta relax ok. Breathe? Can you- Can you breathe?” Eddie’s hand found your shoulder gently, rubbing the soft material of your shirt. “Just try to relax. Deep breaths, in. Innnn… Yeah, then outttt.” 

You followed his breaths, shoulders still shuddering under his touch even as your cries calmed, aftershocks of emotion he wasn’t sure where it came from. 

Eddie waited, watched you carefully until your eyes met his, sheepish and a little embarrassed, glassy from tears and the liquor you’d had. “You alright?” Eddie asked carefully, cringing at the way your shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean for her to upset you.” 

You continued to breathe, eyes closing in controlled, timed breaths. Eddie’s own heart picked up. “I-I don’t know what you heard, b-but she’s full of shit, ya know? She’s always been just… She’s never liked me. Even in high school, she used to pick on me and shit. I-I didn’t- I don’t know why she did that tonight. Probably saw me with you, a-and wanted to start shit or-or whatever.” Eddie rambled anxiously. 

Your eyes met his, still rounded but less wide, lacking as much terror as they did before. “That’s why you yelled?” You asked. “That’s why you were upset?” 

“Yeah, I-I mean, yeah.” Eddie watched you carefully, studying every tiny quip in your features. “I-I shouldn’t have. I-I don’t normally get pissed like that, but… I don’t know. I just felt like I was back in high school, ya know?” Eddie sat next to you, his own head leaning against the brick. 

“Felt like they were just picking on the freak again because they can. Thought we’d leave that shit in highschool but… I don’t know. They never do.” Eddie sighed slowly, shoulders slumping next to yours. 

“I don’t… I don’t usually lose my shit like that. I try not to even give them a reaction, it’s just… My ex, she-she was friends with them. Popular and all that, and when we started dating, they’d just- they were so mean. They’d say stuff and-and she’d get embarrassed of-of me.” Eddie turned towards you, eyes soft, shining with a vulnerability that made your heart ache. 

“She never wanted people to know. Never wanted to be seen with me because they’d say mean shit like that. And I’d let them, I’d try to ignore it for her, but she… She couldn’t ignore it.” Eddie muttered. “She gave in. Broke up with me and started telling them all this crazy shit. Trying to cover up that… I don’t know- that we were actually together? That she wanted to date me. Easier to blame the freak than tell people we were together, I guess.” 

Your eyes met his, hesitantly. “I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice cracking. “That’s… That’s really mean.” 

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m used to it.” He muttered, looking down at the small patch of grass between the two of you. “Well, I guess I’m not as used to it as I thought I was.” Eddie muttered, eyes lifting to yours sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cause a scene. To scare you. I-I would never-” 

“- No, I-I know.” You shook your head lightly. “I’m just… I get weird.” Your own chin ducked towards the ground. “I get weird with fighting and stuff.” 

Eddie stilled, watching you twist a blade of grass between your hands. “Guess we have the ex thing in common, too.” You muttered. “My ex-boyfriend… He’d get really mean sometimes. Just really angry.” 

I’ll kill him. Eddie swallowed down the threat- no, the promise. Swallowing back his fierce anger. 

“He-He never, like, hit me or anything, you know? It was weird, because there wasn’t any physical evidence or anything. I couldn’t go to the police for him yelling at me, but it just- it still really hurt.” Your voice cracked, lip wobbling at the memories. “That’s why I don’t talk to my parents. I moved with him, ignored them because they told me not to, and then… They were right, I guess. Just can’t really bring myself to call them and tell them that. Tuck my tail between my legs and go back. So I came here.” 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered. Your eyes met his. “No, I-I’m sorry, that’s- I’m sorry.” Eddie said sincerely, his hand brushing over yours. 

“It’s okay-” 

“-It’s not, and… And I’m really sorry.” Eddie nodded gently. “I didn’t mean to yell. I shouldn’t have let her get to me-” 

“-No, Eddie, i-it’s fine, really-” 

“-I didn’t mean to ruin our date. End the night like this.” Eddie ran a hand down his face. “This is not- I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would end just fucked like this.” 

You paused for a moment, head still spinning with the liquor, with emotion, dizzily. You’d blame it on that, credit that dizziness for your courage. “It doesn’t have to end like this.” You whispered. 

Eddie stilled, eyes cutting to you carefully. You still toyed with the grass, eyes lifting sweetly to him. “We… We could go back to my place? I-I think I still have a movie I haven’t returned.” 

Eddie’s wheels squealed when they pulled out of the Hideout’s parking lot, desperately back to your apartment. 

Eddie was sure he was dreaming. Sitting on your couch, your apartment smelled just like he remembered, even better when you lit the candle on your coffee table, making a mental note of the name. He’d go buy it in bulk tomorrow, fill his apartment with them burning in every room just so he could feel closer to you. 

You’d moved into his lap halfway through the movie, inching closer with every passing frame of Julia Roberts and Patrick Bergine until you straddled him. Eddie burned under your gaze, your hands back on his shoulders, sliding slowly towards his neck. 

“Hi,” You whispered, tilting your head gently to the side, lip rolling beneath your teeth. 

“Hi,” Eddie croaked, swallowing the thick lump in his throat. 

“Is it ok if I do this?” You whispered, the glow of the TV illuminating your mussed hair. Eddie thought it looked like a halo, angelic above him. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded dumbly. C’mon, get your shit together. You’ve almost got it, Munson. 

His hands slid over your hips, setting on the small of your waist, where the band of your jeans hugged, squeezing the flesh gently, feeling you beneath his hands. You were really here, he was really here, with you. Living proof, right between his fingertips that this was no dream. 

You leaned forward, a hand brushing back his curly bangs. “What’s this?” You muttered, fingertip ghosting over the jagged scar across his forehead. 

“Bike wreck of seventy-six.” Eddie answered cooly, voice raspy and low in the dim light of your apartment. “Thought I could pop a wheelie on concrete. Didn’t go well.” 

“Hm,” You sighed, lips twitching in a small grin. “You were a little dare devil, hm?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. His hands slid down your waist, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering. “Still can be, sometimes.” His lashes batted up at you, squeezing the fatty flesh of your ass. 

You squealed, Eddie’s heart leapt- he’d made the right move. Your eyes caught his, pinning him with your gaze, a delicacy of anticipation fell between the two of you. Who would break it? Make the first move? 

Eddie’s fingers pressed into your jeans, a hand sliding up your back, pressing to the middle of your spine, bowing you forward toward him. Your hand on his neck, fingers splaying out over his jaw, lips connecting in a sweet kiss. Eddie felt like he was melting, a warm, gooey puddle underneath you. 

Hands grabbing at the other, fevered and desperate, your hips rocking with his, brushing over his tenting zipper. Eddie could taste the wine on your lips, the glass of reisling you’d poured for the two of you before you’d put in the movie. “Since I killed the buzz before,” You’d shrugged at him sheepishly. He assured you, you hadn’t, still he was thankful for it, especially now. Now that he was loosened, far less critical of his every move. 

Fumbling hands that pulled at his t-shirt, your jeans, Eddie flipping you over on the couch, hovering over you on the faded floral pattern of the couch. “You- We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Eddie whispered, his hands still toying with the button of your jeans. “I don’t want you to think I-I, like, only wanted this. I don’t- I mean, I do, I just… I want you in other ways too.” 

You blushed, a sheepish smile under him. It was your turn to melt, to turn to putty under his gaze. “I know.” You whispered, black painted nails scratching down his forearms, over the etching of the puppet master. “I want to do this.” Your eyes lifted to his. “I trust you. I want to do this with you.” 

It was exactly what he wanted to hear, you knew that, the darkened grin on his face confirmed it further. Your own hands fumbling with your jeans, wiggling them down your thighs while Eddie tore his t-shirt off above you, flinging it onto the floor. 

You’d gone for a lacy, high cut thong tonight. Pale pink, frilly, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think you planned this. That you planned to sleep with him. Maybe you thought about him the way he did you. Pictures of you flooded his mind, your hand sneaking between your thighs in the middle of the night, whimpering out his name. 

You didn’t expect Eddie to drop to his knees, pulling your body towards the end of the couch, thighs on his shoulders. He made a show of taking off your panties, a slow tug dragging them down your bare legs. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie rasped, heart beating in his ears. You giggled nervously, pressing your hands over your eyes. “Look at you.” 

“Stop.” You whined in playful embarrassment, thighs pressing together. 

“No, it’s- fuck.” Eddie swallowed his words, swallowed down the urge to tell you it was better than he imagined. Don’t be creepy, Munson. 

“I gotta have a taste. Can-Can I have a taste?” Eddie’s eyes rounded towards yours, bright with excitement. “That alright with you? Let me make you feel good? Have a little taste?” 

Your body burned, with lust maybe excitement, you weren’t sure. Your tiny nod was all he needed, spreading your thighs open, settling between your legs. You pushed up on your arms, looking down the valley of your sternum towards him. 

Plush lips pressing kisses to your thighs, a teasing kiss to your mound that had you whimpering, aching and pulsing between the legs. Eddie’s eyes stayed on yours as he licked a long, slow stripe through your slit. Better than he imagined, so much fucking better. 

Eyes rolling back, his fingertips dug into your thighs, nose pressed to your slick, he wanted to suffocate himself in your cunt. Better than anything he’d ever tasted before, he was a man starved, determined to devour you entirely- you were convinced he might. Teetering on the edge of experienced and enamored, your back arched, body twisting under his tongue. Whines and cries of pleasure filled the air, a crescendoing melody to the triumphant symphony Eddie was feeling in his veins, rushing with red hot pride. 

It was paradise, better than his wildest dreams. 

When you took him in your own mouth, sweetly grinning at him before giving a kitten lick to his leaking head, he was sure nothing would be better than this. This was his peak, everything he’d ever wanted and more. Better than Chrissy, than Tabitha, than anyone. 

You brought him to your room, let him press your thighs back, spread you open again. He couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that spilled out when he slid into you, it just felt so right. Beyond pleasure, though it was plenty pleasurable, it felt flawless, ethereal. 

Better than anything he could have imagined when he saw you weeks ago from his van, your car packed up full of boxes and suitcases tied on top. In a tiny pair of cut off shorts, moving everything in the warm sunshine. 

How was he to know that all those weeks ago, after he’d watched you apply for jobs at the diners and boutiques, that when he’d put a help wanted flier on your door for Turtle’s, that it would lead to this. His mind could have never dreamt this, that you’d be this perfect, fit so perfectly with him. 

No, this was fate, Eddie was sure of it. Cosmic fate. Chrissy and the others, they were only parading as the real thing, he’d just convinced himself it was when it was merely a disguise. But you, you were the real deal. Eddie decided it, when he settled in the sheets next to you, arms around your frame, staring out the window of your room. 

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[famwhy]

Right Way Up (04)

Stranger Things

Yandere! Steve Harrington X F!Reader, Yandere! Eddie Munson X F!Reader, Yandere! Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Synopsis: You always hated when your favourite characters died in shows or movies; always longed to have the opportunity to save them. So when you're transported into one of your favourite shows of all time, what else are you supposed to do besides save your beloved characters?

Warnings: Threat/violence, Gore, Mentions of sexual content (implicit), Death, Manipulation, Depictions of toxic relationships, Drugs and alcohol abuse

Note: omg guys, I came across an account that said their current favourite fic was this one in their bio. I'm acc so happy, tysm

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04. bring unto me peculiarity

trait: e.m.

YOU blinked, jaw hung open and muscles tense as her grip around you tightened—constricting your movements and clogging your airways. Though, breathing was the least of your concerns when it came to tight hugs at the moment, not when you had your dumb arm to worry about.

As if on cue, a sharp rupture of pain spiked your side, and you winced, grunting a little before sucking a breath in through your teeth and asking—albeit with scrunched up features—"...sorry, do I know you?"

"Wha—?" She pulled away at that, and the look she gave you—oh, the look she gave you—it was full of heartbreak, emotional turmoil spanning as far as the eye could see. "It's me, baby, it's mommy."

"Mom?"

You thought you didn't have a mother. 

"Yes, baby, it's me. It's mom." She smiled, pupils shaking in—and you could be wrong about this, but—what seemed like... desperation?

What's up with that?

And, if this lady really was your mother, where the hell had she been all these days?

"Y/N? The hell is taking so—?"

A strange sense of déjà vu drenched your form as your eyes followed the new voice, landing on the slightly-parted lips and wide, almost-disbelieving eyes of your second oldest brother—hands still covered by the huge, red gloves he often adorned.

Then, his features scrunched up—though, it wasn't like yours had just done—no—his were harder, more purposeful; his were clouded in a storm consisting purely of loathing so unadulterated, you had half a mind to think he was staring—no, glaring—into the form of his worst enemy.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" And as he spoke, venom spat out of his mouth, launching itself straight onto the woman still loosely holding you and causing her face to scrunch up in a pained wince. "Shouldn't you be on one of your fucking five-year-long business trips?"

"Oh honey—"

His glare grew sharper. "Don't call me that."

"I..." she trailed off and you blinked, helpless to the scene that was playing out right before your very eyes.

"I don't know what the fuck got into you but you can't just waltz in here like..." his face scrunched up, brows furrowing as he paused the sentence for one... two... three seconds before continuing, spite still as prevalent as ever, "like you belong!"

You watched as her face dropped even further at that—the barely visible bags under her eyes looking about ten times worse than they did before.

Now, you had no idea what type of past you were meant to have shared with this woman—how horrible it truly was—but surely someone who greeted you so warmly at the door couldn't be too bad?

So with that thought in mind, you narrowed your eyes by the slightest amount—a little... hesitantly—before lightly scolding, "Hey. Curt, maybe tone it down a little?"

His attention averted from the woman—hateful, dark eyes that were once throwing daggers her way, now unapologetically directed towards you. "'Tone it down a little'? Do you hear yourself, Y/N? That woman missed almost every single birthday of yours! Every. Single. One!"

Alright, so, you didn't usually consider yourself to be much of a coward, but being the recipient of that deadly gaze was enough to make you yield just this once—both of your hands flying up to rest in the air beside your head. Hey, you tried, he just didn't listen.

Besides, you were only a mere bystander in this squabble anyway. Sure, you felt bad for the woman, but not bad enough to get socked in the face by a boxer for her.

...okay, now you just sounded like a jerk. 

Feeling your heart tighten slightly, you shook your head to rid yourself of those awful, intrusive thoughts and parted your lips in an attempt to redeem yourself.

Keyword: attempt.

Before even a word could breeze past your tongue, another voice entered the fray—one a lot more grounded than any other you'd heard since you opened the door—"What the hell is with all this—? Mom?"

You tilted your head just enough to catch the approaching form of your oldest brother—his figure growing with each step he took—and the closer he grew, the clearer his facial expression became.

His brows were furrowed, but instead of the hostile way that Curt's were, his were more... well, confused?—shocked, perhaps?—or maybe a better word for it would be baffled? Either/or, he didn't look like he was terribly upset with her appearance, further grinding your theory of her not being that bad into reality.

"What are you doing here?"

"I just thought that—" the sudden lack of warmth around your arms had your head whipping back, eyes watching as the same fingers that were once wrapped around you, now awkwardly rubbed the woman's other limb, "—maybe it was about time I spent some quality time with you all?"

Before you could even register what she had said—Curt's voice hastily cut through the air; a tone of finality you hadn't heard him use before laced so deeply within it, "Too little too late."

Though—if you were being entirely honest—you were starting to tune it out—all of it: the apologies, the confusion, the arguing; all of it. A familiar sense of surrealism washed over you as you witnessed the events unfold; as you watched their mouths move soundlessly—your new brothers seemingly arguing with a woman who held the looks of your mother but seemed to act nothing like her.

It was weird, strange. You weren't even sure how to feel. From the looks of things, this... mother of yours seemed to not be around much—and one of your brothers hated her for it, while the other merely seemed to... well, you weren't entirely sure what he felt yet. Hell, you didn't even know what you were supposed to feel.

Should you be sad? Mad? Indifferent?—'cause that's what you felt right now. This world wasn't even meant to have you in it at all. There was no character named Y/N who looked exactly like you and had two older brothers with a seemingly neglectful mother and who-knows-what-happened-to-him father.

Even if you wanted to copy the mannerisms of the Y/N belonging to this world, you couldn't because there wasn't one. She didn't exist.

How the hell were you supposed to react?

You could've asked yourself that question a billion more times, but the sudden rush of air that hit your face crashed you straight back to reality—just in time too, for not even moments later, an abrupt 'slam!' echoed from behind.

Confused, your gaze found Cain's.

"Give him some time. He's probably off to go fuck some chick and get his mind off this."

Slowly, you nodded.

Then, you heard it; the sound of her voice continuing to speak behind you with that broken lilt—the one she just couldn't seem to drop—laced so deeply in her tone.

"I'm so sorry, babies." The woman—your mother—reached out, and you felt her fingers graze you again, "I'm so so sorry."

"It's... alright, mom," Cain responded before you could—voice seeming almost... hesitant, "It's all good."

There was no chatter after that—not a single sound escaped their lips. That was your cue; your cue to either condemn her down to hell or forgive her for this supposed neglect you weren't even around to experience.

"Sweetie..." her voice was shaky—desperate, no doubt, and seeking the forgiveness of a daughter that didn't even belong to her, "please..."

"Uh..." you weren't sure what it was, but something was holding you back from saying anything; from doing something—

—and it looked like she noticed that too. 

"It's okay, I understand..." 

She seems a bit... what's the word?

With hands that were once hopefully clasped around one another, now pitifully falling by her sides, and eyes that seemed to droop just a tad bit more despite the small, ingenuine quirk of her lips upwards; her whole demeanour almost screamed...

Ah. Forlorn. 

Your chest felt heavy at the sight—tight and weighed down. Some type of... guilt was it? ebbed away at you. Though you didn't know why—it wasn't like she was your real mother, after all. In fact, she was a complete stranger to you; someone who you wouldn't even bother sondering over if you passed her by on the street.

How strange.

"Y/N," the soft call of your name caused your ears to perk up, and you turned to your remaining brother, "C'mon, you're due for a change."

"A change?" You tilted your head, eyes still not all there—at least, not until—

"Your bandages."

"Ohhh." 

To be honest, you completely forgot about that.

"Bandages?" From the looks of things, though, your mother couldn't pass it off as easily as you. "For what?" 

Immediately, Cain's eyes locked with yours—his hues swirling with a query you were able to decipher pretty easily: 'Should we tell her?'

Should you? Well, the fact that he had to ask that question in the first place was concerning, to say the least. Maybe you'd hold off on telling her for now. Just for now. Nothing permanent.

Mind made up and eyes stopping at nothing to avoid her own, you told your mother, "Don't worry about it, it's all good."

Her lips turned down, shoulders sagging and gaze falling to the floor like a glossy river over the edge of a cliff; swift and hopeless to anything wishing to stop it.

She looked so... so...

Defeated.

"Ah, okay."

You wished you could say you forgave her—you desperately prayed to—but how could you when the words refused to come out of your throat?—when they relentlessly fought with your tongue to the point they immobilised it and unfairly rendered you incapable of speech?

You could have stood there hopelessly staring at her for hours if you so wished, but the small tug on your wrist averted your gaze, and you found yourself staring at the loosened expression of your other kin.

"Let's get you wrapped up, Y/N."

You nodded.

He then took to guiding you towards the kitchen, and the whole way there, your gaze didn't leave your mother's form—watching as her figure grew smaller with each step—shorter with each breath—before completely disappearing around the corner.

"Don't feel bad."

Your ears perked up—head turning to face your older brother. 

"'Bout mom," he continued, not particularly looking your way, "She hasn't been around for most of our lives, you're allowed to not forgive her."

"What about you?" You asked, "You didn't sound too sure of forgiving her yourself."

He paused. 

"I..."—a rough 'ahem'—"I'm trying to."

You tilted your head. "Trying to?"

"It's..." He trailed off and furrowed his brows, as if searching for something in his mind, before continuing, "hard. Really hard. To look after people—I mean. Especially on your own."

It was your turn to furrow your brows, lips tugging down as you took in his words and really—well—thought for a good second.

It was clear that he was trying his best to be empathetic; to sympathise with her situation. And who better than him? You didn't have to be a genius to decipher the fact that he had been the one to take care of both you and Curt for pretty much the majority of your—supposed—'life'. He probably had to grow up a lot faster than 'you' would've. In that case, he could relate to her.

But, on the other hand...

"It's not fair."

"Huh?" He turned your way, blinking twice.

"To compare yourself to her," you continued, lips still curved down, "You're completely different. While she never bothered to be around, you did. You learned how to cook, clean—hell, maybe even change diapers—"

"Maybe even? You were a little shit and you know it—"

Shit, he changed your diapers too? You were just trying to be dramatic but damn.

"Okay—" that came off a little more exasperated than you wanted and clearly he could sense it too, judging by the way he snickered right after, little shit, "—my point is, you were there and she wasn't. And it's not even your responsibility to take care of us. I get that she has her supposed 'five-year-long' business trips, but she could've made time for us. You're her son too, you're allowed to be mad that she wasn't there."

He stayed silent for a few moments, and you found your hands naturally drifting down—fingers digging into your skirt harshly; anxiously. Sweat gathered on your brow and anticipation ate at your insides, chipping away at your organs and clogging your brain with worry; worry for the elongated silence that greeted your words.

Had you said something wrong? Was he going to snap at you?

Goodbye, cruel world, remember—

A chuckle.

Your ears perked up and your eyes widened in disbelief.

"And here I thought I was the one meant to be cheering you up." His shoulders bounced in a pattern you could only describe as uneven, one hand rising up to swipe at his eye.

The sight caused your muscles to loosen up, fingers losing their grip on your skirt and eyes crinkling fondly as you watched him reach up into an open cupboard—arm disappearing within the confines before reappearing not long after with a red, rectangular bag.

The sound of a zip was the next thing you heard—accompanied by his voice as he said, "Alright, let's get you all patched up, worm."

You scrunched up your nose. "Worm?" 

"Yeah, annoying little things, aren't they?"

"Rude."

Another snicker had your lips quirking up again, a swirl of warmth gathering in your chest; a hint of fondness and pride. Was this how sibling banter felt?

It's... nice.

Before you could enjoy the moment any longer though, your brain just had to ruin it, giving you a thought that had your ears falling again—stomach dropping into a bottomless pit within the confines of your body.

"Is..." you started, and his ears perked up from behind the arm that slowly tugged at the grey gauze, "Is Curt gonna be okay?"

A scoff. "Yeah. You know him, he'll be super bitchy about it but he'll come running back tomorrow morning so don't worry."

You smiled. "So long as he's—ow! Watch it!"

"My bad."

"You did that on purpose."

"I did that on purpose."

"Asshole."

"D'aww, is wittle sissy's feewings hurt?"

"Shut up, you dick!"

You took it back, sibling banter was so not nice.

But, at least it was somewhat fun—unlike what happened next.

"Sweeties?" You tensed, head turning as Cain backed away—the warmth of his hand leaving you with new, pure white gauze around your arm—and turned with you. "I'm gonna head out for the night and go meet up with some old friends. Are you two going to be okay?"

Maybe if you were actually part of this world, you would've said something petty like 'nothing new there' or 'you've already not been around for most of my life, what's one more night?'—but, you weren't, and so settled with a good old fashioned—"We'll be fine,"—instead.

She was out the door in no less than two seconds.

It quickly grew dark following that—night approaching faster than you could register—and there had yet to be any sign of Curt. Guess Cain was right when he said the younger of the two would be back in the morning.

Speaking of Cain, he had some last minute call from a client regarding car troubles. Apparently, they were stranded and in dire need of assistance, so Cain was required to go to them in order to help—though, he was quite reluctant as he, no doubt, voiced to you.

"Oh my god, Cain, I'll be fine." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you sure? This street isn't exactly known for safety," he responded, expression scrunched up with what you recognised as pure worry.

"God, you're just like Steve. Nothing will happen, don't worry."

When the corner of his lips quirked up in response to your words, you felt something akin to dread claw at your innards. "Oh, I'm just like Steve, am I?"

"Shut up, he has a girlfriend," you were saying that more to yourself than him, to be honest.

"Yeah, that he drops anytime you're within two feet of him."

"I swear to god, Cain."

He snickered.

"Just go! I know you're doing this just to stall, go find that poor person stranded by the phone booth!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going."

And as his shoulders kept jerking up and down, your hand found purchase against the bumpy texture of your wooden door before pushing at full force; a 'slam!' echoing not long after.

"Stupid piece of shit," you grumbled, though, not genuinely.

...okay, maybe just a little genuinely actually, 'cause now he put the stupid thought in your head; the stupid thought of Steve Harrington actually liking you.

Preposterous.

He probably just thought of you as a really close friend—he supposedly knew you since childhood, after all, of course he would value you over Nancy sometimes.

But... theoretically, say he felt more, what would it be like?

Would he hold your hand and pull you in close? Whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you lay against him in the dead of night?—sinking into his warmth and stuffing your face in his sturdy chest. Would his lips feel soft against the bare skin of your neck?—passionate and sublime as he marked you up as his own, going lower and lower and—

Three knocks against your door.

Ugh.

"Oh my god, Cain, how many times—? Nancy?"

Lo and behold, there stood the very girlfriend of the guy you were just fantasising about.

Honestly, you would've thought it awkward had you not caught a glimpse of her expression; just a glance long enough to bleed you dry of all your previous thoughts and scrunch your face up as a whole new set rushed in—worrisome ones.

Her eyes were bloodshot, red veins visible and bringing out the puffiness to a degree that had your heart clenching and your lips subconsciously parting open to ask, "Are you alright?"

She gulped, voice shaky as she responded with, "Can I come in?" 

Slowly, you nodded—palm pushing against the door just enough to allow it to fall slightly more ajar.

"Here, come sit." You gestured to the couch, hands hesitantly ghosting over her shoulders as you guided her there—watching as she gently sat down, the cotton shifting under her weight. "Can I get you anything?"

She didn't respond: head tilted down, shoulders drooped, and overall demeanour looking to be completely put-off. The poor thing.

You figured a cup of water would be fine, she looked like she needed it.

What was she doing here, anyway? From what you gathered based on the very few interactions you'd had with her, the two of you weren't very close. Why, then, would she suddenly show up at your door so late at night?

Those thoughts plagued your mind as you made your way over to the kitchen—bare feet numb to the cool of the floor. They haunted you as you reached for a cup with one hand and twisted the tap with the other—fingers unfeeling of the pressure that rained upon them. They consumed your entire being until you were left with nothing but the husk of a person on autopilot—quietly making your way back to the living room.

It was only when your eyes landed on her form again, that you snapped out of it in a small burst of surprise.

Gone was the once sat-down figure with an air of dismay clouding her form—replaced, instead, by one that stood up straight, brows furrowed and shoulders tensed as she paced back and forth vigorously. Keyword: paced—she stopped as soon as you arrived, much to your own confusion.

"Nancy, what are you—?" 

"You're thinking about Barb too, right?"

She looked you dead in the eyes, and you almost found yourself growing fidgety under her intense gaze.

"What?"

"It's just that..." she trailed off, faltering for a moment, "well, Steve mentioned you've been acting off lately—"

Shit. Steve was catching on.

"—and I was wondering if... it was bothering you too." 

You blinked, parting your lips to ask for a little more—for some sort of elaboration—but her voice continued before you even had a chance.

"I mean, it's dumb that we have to keep this whole thing a secret!" She exclaimed, hands making wild gestures now. "Her family deserves to know." 

You stood there, blinking in a daze that hadn't quite passed since the moment she arrived. It felt like you had just wandered into a confusing maze, with twists and turns spanning as far as the eye could see; each one riddled with its own set of confusing obstacles you couldn't quite wrap your head around.

On one hand, Nancy's words made sense, you saw why she felt that way—you heard her—and it was so much more prominent in person than over a screen.

On the other hand, as a viewer of the show and a victim of unfortunate circumstance, you hadn't a clue where she was going with this. You knew why she was telling you all of this (you were acting strange and she was feeling off so duh she would try and see if you related) but, where was she going with it? What did she want with you? Surely it wasn't just comfort.

"Do you... want to come with me to tell her parents?"

Ah. There it was.

She wanted you to join her. This was certainly quite the twist. Everything that had happened up until now had alluded to the fact that you were going to join Steve for this season—and to be honest, you preferred that over this.

Besides, she was meant to do all of this with Jonathan—if you said yes, you'd just be getting in the way of their romance and, ergo, the plot itself.

"I don't know..." you started, mind already made up but heart trying its best to ease her into it, "the government wouldn't really like that and we could get in a ton of trouble."

She scoffed. "Who gives a fuck what they think?"

You deadpanned. "Well, Nance, they are kinda the government so..."

"There's this guy," she started, cutting you off and handing you a card, "Barb's parents told me about him—if things don't work out, we can go to him."

Sure enough, you recognised the character as soon as she mentioned him—another prominent adult within the series, quite the funny one too. But, not funny enough for you to pass up spending this season helping out Steve instead.

"Look, Nancy, I—"

You were cut off when her gaze hardened, fists clenching and head shaking from side-to-side—almost seeming disappointed.

"God, you're just like him." And when she spoke, it was bitter—plagued with an icky green—"You two are perfect for each other."

The following events happened too quickly for you to register; one second, she was standing before you with desperation clear on her visage—the next?—she had snatched the card right out from your hands and stormed over to your front door, steps heavy and quaking and loud.

"Nance, wait! Nancy!"

A slam.

Well shit.

You bit your lip, brain replaying the events that had just occurred in too rapid of a succession for you to be able to even respond to them.

A small voice prodded at the back of your mind, lulling you into following after her and clearing up... whatever the hell that was.

However, a much larger, more prominent voice said, fuck it. Because—well, you were in Stranger Things for god's sake! Who the hell cared about some teen drama when there were fucking monsters to worry about?—monsters that you sure as hell weren't about to face weaponless.

Nancy could get over whatever was bothering her so much on her own, you had bigger issues to worry about.

Come on, Y/N, get your head out of the clouds and into the game.

Resolve strengthened and distractions now temporarily at the back of your mind, your feet bounded towards a familiar box mounted onto the wall, fingers wrapping around the cool metal before you punched in a number you had long since memorised over your time in this world.

Turned out, this drama was just the push you needed.

"Harrington residence."

"Steve."

It was silent for a few seconds before you were graced with a response. "Y/N? If you're calling about the dinner at Barb's, I swear—"

"No, no. It's not that, don't worry."

Another pause.

"Are you... okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"You sure? You sound a little... tense."

Your lips quirked up. "You can tell?"

"Well, yeah. I've known you since like, birth."

Leave it to Steve Harrington to put a smile on your face where there wasn't one before.

Seriously though, you might not have actually known him since birth but... something about him noticing how you felt from just the sound of your voice made you feel all... tingly inside—like a warm cloud of pure pink coated you within its comfy confines.

 "Y/N? You there?"

"Oh." You jolted, fingers halting in their ministrations with the phone wire, since when did you start twirling it around? "Uh, yeah. I just called to let you know I'm skipping tomorrow so don't bother picking me up, okay?"

"You're skipping? What? Why?"

"Just—uh, don't feel like it."

"You know you've already missed seven days, right?" 

"Yeah—" you shrugged as though he could see you, "—what's a couple more?"

"...alright, if that's what you want."

"Thanks Stevie, you're the best, love you!"

You slammed the phone back into the wall before he could respond, but you imagined he released quite the long sigh after your words.

Nevermind that though, you should probably head to bed—you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow; one consisting of many preparations for the challenges that lay ahead.

First things first, you needed yourself a weapon—and no, a wrench was not ideal. You got lucky the first time, you'd rather not risk it the second.

A gun; long reach, high chances of actually killing, probably easy to use—it sounded perfect. Just the thing you'd need. The only problem you could possibly see was...

...how would you get one?

You weren't terribly familiar with gun laws—never had the need to look into them—but even if you were, they definitely changed since the 80s so you were pretty much clueless in that regard. 

You could ask one of your brothers if they had one, they certainly seemed like the type—at least, Curt definitely did. 

Or maybe he's the type to only fight with his fists?

Tricky—that's what this all was. So tricky, in fact, that the rest of the night was spent contemplating how you would go about obtaining the lethal weapon—

—actually, that wasn't entirely true; you sure wished it was though. Unfortunately for you however, your brain rather stupidly refused to focus on the task at hand, randomly flushing you with thoughts of both your... mother and Nancy whenever you least expected it, two huge pieces of drama that you—quite frankly—didn't feel like dealing with.

But apparently, pushing them to the back of your mind was easier said than done.

Come next morning, you figured indulging in those thoughts wouldn't be too big of a headache after being well-rested with a nice cup of coffee to aid you through your day.

Okay, so, Nancy's behaviour last night wasn't too strange; she had that dinner at Barb's—one you knew she cried at since they dedicated a whole scene to her sobbing in the bathroom. That explained why she was quick to jump to aggression you guessed.

Still, it was strange how she snapped at you (basically her acquaintance) like how she had done Steve (her literal boyfriend) in the show. Did you get something wrong? Were you two closer than you thought you were? Perhaps you had some history with her you weren't aware of.

Unfortunately, until you had more information, you were gonna have to leave that trail of thought.

Now, about your mother...

"Morning, sis."

You nodded—eyes clouded—before responding with, "Morning Cain," and then, as if just registering who you were talking to after their name spilled from your lips, your eyes cleared up and you turned to continue with a much more firm voice, "Hey, do you know if we have any guns at home?"

He paused, one hand rested against the handle of the fridge, one floating mid-air. "Guns?"

"Yeah, guns."

He turned to you fully now, eyes narrowing and sturdy arms folding over his chest as the door shut behind him. "Why would you need to know where the guns are?"

The lie was quick to form on your tongue. "For self-defence, duh."

"Uh-huh."

"Please Cain—" you clasped both hands over each other, "—I promise I won't hurt anyone with them."

Not anyone human, at least.

"You do realise they're made for hurting people, right?"

"Yeah, but I won't use them that way."

He deadpanned. "You're not getting a gun."

"Dammit." 

Okay, this was fine. You could work with this. He just confirmed to you that you did, in fact, have guns in this house. All you had to do was look for them. And you knew just where to start.

"Uh, where the hell are you going?"

You paused, hand grazing the bumpy, wooden rail as you tilted your head just enough to peek into the kitchen again. "To my room, where else?"

"Don't you have school?"

"Don't you have a job?"

He crossed his arms again. "You're not skipping, shitbird."

"What?" 

"I said: you aren't skipping."

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping open and stomach falling with the spoilt remains of your plan—the ashes and dust piling up enough to cause you to splutter and ask, "You serious?"

His gaze was stern, holding no hint of that playful demeanour you acquainted yourself with last night, "Completely. No playing hooky. You've already got enough absents from that injury of yours."

As if suddenly reminded of its own existence, said wound sent a shock down your arm—trailing through your veins to usher a visible wince on your face.

Before you could say anything else though—plead your case and hope to god he'd let you off—his eyes widened a little, mouth forming a circle before he spoke again, saying, "That's why Harrington ain't here, right? You told him you were skipping?"

You said nothing.

A long, highly exasperated sigh. "Just go get ready, I'll drop you off."

He didn't have to tell you twice.

You rushed up the stairs, wasting no time to burst into a room flooded with posters—all holding different expressions with one, huge thing in common; a pair of bright red gloves.

If anyone had a gun, it was definitely Curt.

Tick. Tock. You were on a time constraint so you had to be quick with this. Anything that even remotely seemed to have enough space to hold a gun inside was instantly ripped open—hinges jingling and wood slamming against wood as your hands scurried the area—rummaged through the masses—desperately seeking what they had yet to find.

That was—until, now.

In the midst of multiple hung up pieces of soft materials shrouded in darkness, your fingers grazed something cold and solid; rough and bumpy. Slowly they wound around the thing, noting its shape, before exerting a force—a tug.

Nothing. It didn't budge.

You tried again, pushing this time.

Again. Nothing.

Third time's the charm.

This time, you pushed upwards.

Bingo.

As if by magic, it fell straight into your hands, and you wasted no time to pull it into the light.

Dark, L-shaped, and a lever poking out from one side—yup, there was no doubt about it. Though, it was one of the weaker variants of the lethal weapon—it would have to do.

Now you could—

"What are you doing in my room?"

Curt. Shit.

"Scratch that—what are you doing with a gun?!"

Your wrist was seized at the entrance before you could even attempt to sneak past—his E/C eyes trained on the object in your hand, not at all paying attention to the way your expression shifted into one of unease, smile twitching a little.

"Curt, hey! When did you come in..?"

"Doesn't matter," he dismissed, "Why do you have a gun? Is someone bothering you at school? You know you can say the word and I'll take care of it, right? Like in Freshman year?"

"Freshman year?" What happened in Freshman year?

"That dickhead Senior who kept picking on you? How did you forget that already?"

You parted your lips, an excuse practically begging to be released from your tongue, but he beat you to it.

"Nevermind, just tell me who it is and I'll take care of it. There's no need to bring a gun into it."

There's no need to bring a gun but it's totally okay beating them up? Some scuffed logic there.

"No one's bothering me, Curt. I uh, I just need it to kill the wolf that attacked me the other day."

He rose a brow. "Kill the wolf that attacked you the other day?"

"Uh... yup."

God, this was so stupid. What kind of excuse was that? 'Kill the wolf that attacked you the other day'? Yeah right.

"Atta girl. That's my sister."

A good excuse apparently—it was a good excuse.

You almost couldn't believe it—the way he pulled you in, wrapping his arm around your neck in a half-hug that almost made it seem as though he was proud of you.

Surely he had taken way too many hits to the head in his profession because you had no clue how he bought that.

But, you weren't complaining.

"Hey, uh, do me a favour?" 

He rose a brow. "What?"

"Don't tell Cain, yeah?" 

He rolled his eyes. "Of course not, he'd have my head in a heartbeat if he knew I was condoning this."

You grinned, just about ready to give him two thumbs up leaking gratitude and appreciation—when a voice called from downstairs.

"Y/N! Hurry up!"

"A few more minutes!"

That was your cue to go to your room.

Cool air hit your skin as soon as the cotton of your sleepwear was removed—the slight buzz of pain on your arm making itself known once more with another prick, annoying but not unbearable; not like before.

The new bandages looked better than the previous ones; cleaner. Some spots seemed to have given in—allowing red to seep through their snow-white sheets; stain their pure surface. Those parts were stickier than the others, but also, few and far between.

Damn, kinda looks badass.

"I'm not getting any younger here, Y/N!"

"I'm coming! Gheez."

What was that? His catchphrase or something?

With a roll of your eyes, you threw on a top, slipped into a skirt, very quickly touched up on your make-up, and ran down the steps. Nothing too elaborate—you didn't plan on actually going into school anyway.

What? You said you'd skip, so you were gonna skip. You'd just wait 'till he drove off or something.

Actually... this could work out better than you thought.

He was bringing you to school; where one Steve Harrington currently was. And you know what else was at school? Steve's BMW—AKA, the perfect place to store your gun until it was needed.

Yeah, this could work out perfectly.

"Get in, shitbird."

You said nothing, seizing the frigid handle like you had done many a time before, and climbing straight in.

The sky was bleak—the sun invisible; covered by the vast curtain of grey clouds that seemed uninteresting but, for some reason, you couldn't stop looking at. 

The pistol you held was tucked under you—out of sight; though not of mind. It felt cool against your skin, sent a shudder through you, up your spine and through your nerves. It kept you rigid.

"I would've let you skip."

You turned, observing the way Cain's gaze stayed trained onto the road ahead, one hand on the wheel, one resting on his lap.

"On any normal circumstance," he continued, shrugging, "but y'know, mom's home and—I don't know if you wanna stick around for that."

"Okay."

"You good?" Now he gave you a bit of a side-eye, one brow raised.

"Yeah, just... thinking about what I'm gonna wear for the Halloween bash at Tina's."

That was a lie, you honestly couldn't care less.

"Party, huh?" He turned his gaze back ahead. "I remember the ragers I used to go to way back when."

"Must've been fun, huh fossil?"

"Watch it, worm."

You snickered.

"Alright, we're here. Get out before I make you."

Older brothers are a piece of work.

You shimmied in your seat, swinging both legs over to the open door, hand firmly around the handle of the weapon beneath your thighs, when—

"What are you doing?"

You froze. "Uh, I don't... I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're getting out of the car weirdly." His tone was pointed—suspicious—and even without having to turn around, you could tell his brow was raised in question.

"No I'm not."

"Uh, yeah you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Slowly, you found yourself able to move your limbs again—annoyance bringing both them and your own brow to life, filtering out any previous fear within an instant. "Don't you have work or something?" 

You heard nothing for a few tense moments—though soon, a curt—"Just go,"—made its way to your ears, and the weight on your shoulders was relieved of you.

Once again, you found yourself thinking, he didn't have to tell you twice.

The cool air almost felt relieving against your skin when you finally jumped out—the 'crunch!' of pebbles echoing beneath you—but nothing could compare to the pure amount of genuine solace you were graced with when the sound of the engine starting up again behind you danced into your ears; the sound of wheels skidding across the ground slowly growing farther.

That was a little too close for your liking.

No matter, it was time to find Steve's BMW. While looking for it, though, you might as well review your thoughts.

The events of Season 2 had already kicked off the moment you saw Billy, which meant that while you waited for the next canonical event to occur with the teens, the main group of kids were having their own scenes play out. You were sure by now they were off trying to befriend Billy's stepsister. But, quite frankly, that was irrelevant information to you.

What was relevant, however, was the fact that one of the kids—Dustin Henderson—would end up dragging Steve into quite the predicament. That predicament being one wherein he would end up being surrounded by a bunch of grotesque, man-eating monsters with nothing but a bat to defend himself with—granted, it had nails on the end but it was still not a weapon you'd use.

Now, more likely than not, you would be by his side while it all went down—and you already established that you weren't about to die in this world, so, really, your only option was getting that gun to use in case those demon dogs changed their minds and decided they wanted a taste of fresh, alternative dimension meat.

You had seen first-hand what they were like—held scars they forced onto you on your first day. You felt that chilling fear grip you at the sight of them—chain your limbs up and strangle you enough to almost render you immovable; immobile. Their boney structure, their razor-sharp teeth, their—

"N/N? What are you doing here?"

You jumped, startled out of your thoughts to meet with two pools of brown—familiar in their warmth and softened edges.

"I thought you were playing hooky today."

"Oh, uh—" you cleared your throat, patting down the ruffles of your skirt and avoiding any eye-contact, "—I still am but, Cain caught me and drove me to school so."

He didn't say anything after that, so you took to peering up again. This time, however, you were met with a different set of eyes, ones looking a little bloodshot and inflamed—barely noticeable if you hadn't already seen it the previous night. 

They were looking at you through narrowed lenses, pupils shrunk in and gaze heavy with the events of the other night—the distaste of that fateful encounter.

You looked away.

"Oh, uh, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I uh, left some of my lipstick in your car, do you mind if I go grab it?"

You returned your gaze to him just in time to catch the pointed look on his face, hands on his hips in that 'mom' way that just screamed Steve Harrington.

"Really, N/N? This is—what?—like the tenth time already?"

You forced a sheepish look, turning your lips up with nerves that weren't triggered by the sentence you'd just heard, per se—but rather, the pair of eyes still burning a hole through your head.

You ignored them when Steve tossed you the keys with a playful roll of his eyes; when you half-entered the car, stuffing the gun into a compartment you knew he wouldn't open anytime soon; you even ignored them as you made your way back to the duo, handing Steve his keys back and quickly denying his offer to cut class with you.

"You sure?" He pushed, brows scrunched up and lips tugged down.

"Yup!" You rose both thumbs. "Hundred percent!"

He parted his mouth open but you didn't wait for a response, turning around quickly to scurry off with those eyes still refusing to leave your backside.

Why the hell did she have to be there?

You couldn't even enjoy your successful little quest, too tense from Nancy's heavy gaze to do anything. It was as though the moment you saw her, your brain instantly replayed the events of last night—the disdain in her voice—and from the looks of her glare, she had the same problem.

Man, this sucked.

You just wanted to experience the world of Stranger Things as safely and non-dramatically as possible but noooo, you had to deal with freaking monsters and teenage girls who—

"Woah, we have got to stop bumping into each other like this."

Your lashes fluttered, eyes training onto a familiar battle jacket littered with logos a plenty—all of which belonged to heavy metal bands. 

"Eddie." 

"Hey, sweetheart." His lips quirked up—smile reaching his eyes so much so that they crinkled. "What are you doing here? I thought you were playing hooky?"

You deadpanned. "Does everyone know I'm skipping?"

"Well, you are kinda the Queen Bee, sweetheart." His hair bounced as he shrugged.

A thought occurred to you just then, and you found your eyes widening slightly in alarm. "Even the teachers?!"

"Well, no wastoid is exactly going to tell any teachers that the Queen of Hawkins High is skipping." 

Wastoid? Wha—?

"Hey, uh—" you blinked, watching as Eddie took to throwing a hand behind his neck, rubbing against the skin as he continued, tone feigning confidence, "—I was actually planning on skipping too so, if you want, we could hotbox in my car?"

Tempting. With all this stress from Nancy, your mom, and the demodogs—weed seemed like the perfect thing to kick back to.

You deserved some time to relax, no? 

"Yeah, sure, let's do it."

He perked up, excitement seeping through the grin on his lips as he dramatically bowed with one hand stretched out. "Right this way, milady."

You giggled, your own hand rising up to rest gently against his as you tried your damndest to keep from squealing because—holy shit, you were holding Eddie Munson's hand. You knew girls who would fucking kill to be in your position right now.

His skin was hot against your own; or maybe that was just your whole body heating up in general. You couldn't deny your attraction to the man—hell, you got literal heart eyes whenever you watched him on TV.

Eddie Munson—the guy who got held back in high-school for two years (well—one year as of right now). Eddie Munson—the guy who held the personality of a fun, playful ray of sunshine despite the way he dressed. Eddie Munson—the guy who sacrificed himself to save a whole town of people who abhorred him.

Yeah, you had a big, fat crush on the man.

He could literally be leading you to your death right now and you'd thank him.

"Alright," the sound of a car door sliding open perked your ears up, "I just got a new batch rolling in from Cali so—"

He cut himself off when he turned back around, jaw falling slack as a streak of red slowly crawled across his face, tinging the tips of his ears and ushering a cough straight out of his mouth.

Now, you would normally wonder why he'd reacted that way but you were too distracted by the ache of your own cheeks to—

Ohhh. The ache of your own cheeks.

You quickly cleared your throat, steeling your expression and cursing yourself for being so obvious. Gushing so blatantly in front of characters was going to get you killed in this world, you really had to get rid of that habit.

Lord knew what type of ridiculous expression you had on your face just then.

"Right, uh, you were saying?" You asked as you climbed in, willing yourself to ignore what had just happened.

"Oh, uh, I just had a new batch come in from Cali."

You perked up, interest piqued. "From Cali?! They have the best stuff."

He grinned with you, blush calming down as he rummaged around, hands digging through the many different boxes that scattered the floor.

Meanwhile, you took to shutting the door of the vehicle. Come to think of it, this van kinda looked a bit like the mystery van from scooby doo, except, without the colour. 

It was a mess on the inside; if there weren't boxes of who-knows-what substances lying around, then there were various different instruments instead, nothing differing from the norm associated with a band; and yet, just the fact that Eddie was here—that all of this belonged to him—was enough to make it feel special.

You should really ask Eddie if you could sit in on one of his practices one day.

Speaking of the drug dealer, he finally emerged from the pile of boxes hidden in the corner—a plastic zip bag containing a crushed substance within one of his ring-clad hands.

He flicked it with a grin on his face, head turning up as a pair of excited pools met with your own. "Bag of peaceful bliss right here."

You watched with intrigue as his fingers got to work, rolling up the substance effortlessly, as if he'd done it a million times before—which, granted, he probably had.

"Ladies first."

Your lips quirked up, fingers winding around the roll and, in turn, brushing against his own. It was a light touch—a feathery brush—still, it was enough to run tingles down your arm.

The stick was placed to your mouth with one hand, the other curling in on itself in a gesture that asked Eddie to pass over the lighter.

His large hand slowly came to cup your own, fingers engulfing yours—sending warmth to circulate in your blood; to flood your vision in pink—before lightly moving it away. "Allow me, sweetheart."

You didn't move, staying still as he pulled the metallic box up to your face, thumb flicking against the open lid a few times before the flame jumped to life.

It was hot; unbearably so—his breath across your face. The flame was practically nothing compared to him and his proximity. And it only got hotter as you continued staring at him.

It was because you were staring at him so intensely, in fact, that you caught the way his eyes briefly flickered. It was quick, barely noticeable—but you had noticed, and you had seen where they looked.

Your lips quirked up and you took the roll out of your mouth, puffing smoke straight into his face. "Staring at my lips, huh, pretty boy?"

Your grin only grew when he spluttered. 

Before he could respond, though, you had lightly shoved the roll into his mouth—lips still quirked up.

You only withdrew when he rose two fingers to rest the cigar against. 

"Hey, Eddie?"

He blinked.

"You're not gonna make me pay for this, are you?"

The roll left his mouth with a puff. "Depends."

As he placed it back inside, you rose a brow. "Oh?"

"Yeah, oh."

"Well..." you trailed off, slowly shifting your hips up before plopping them back down—

—straight. onto. his. lap.

His breath audibly hitched; a series of coughs following not long after.

"Careful," you hissed out, plucking the roll from his lips and shifting in your seat—about to climb off—when a warmth snaked its way around your waist, rendering you motionless.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Heat crawled up your spine, invading your senses and hyperfixating your attention on Eddie and the way his lips grazed the lobe of your ear. Any and all previous thoughts were washed away; taking with them your breath.

His hand fell over your own again, ushering the substance back into your mouth and your eyes grew heavy as you took another puff, melting into putty in the arms of the school freak.

The car was quickly fogging up—everywhere you breathed was starting to have that strong, earthy taste to it.

Trippy.

You pulled away, mind hazy and barely able to register the way his lips tugged down. 

With just a little wiggle of your hips, his arms fell and his brows scrunched up with worry. You didn't let him voice it though, quickly turning around to lay down and prop your elbows up on his thighs—arms almost immediately going lax once you got comfortable.

Your head now rested on his lap, and you peered up at him through hooded eyes. "Much better."

He smiled down at you again, finger moving to trace your cheek with that same feathery touch from before—the one that elicited a flurry of tingles through your skin.

"Tell me about yourself, Eds."

"Hm?"

"I wanna know you better."

Better than you already did, that was.

"What d'you wanna know?" He asked.

"Anything." You threw your hands up, puffing once more. "I wanna know more 'bout Super Senior Eddie Munson."

He hummed. "I plan to make it big one day."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Groupies 'n everything."

You reached up, placing the blunt against his lips as you proclaimed loudly, "I bet they would trip over 'emselves to get a taste of you."

He winked. "That's what 'm planning." Then, he paused for a minute, expression softening before another inquiry left his mouth. "What about you?"

"Me?"

What were you planning? Survival, really. But, to be honest—and this wasn't just the weed speaking (or was it? You couldn't really tell)—you just wanted to experience the show; meet the characters and bond over little things. Kinda like what you were doing right now.

"I plan on..."

The characters from this show were precious, and you loved them all to bits. They didn't deserve any of what happened to them, that was why you planned on...

"...protecting those I love."

Yeah, perfect.

His eyes widened a little—startled, no doubt, and not expecting that kind of response from you. The perfect opportunity to trip him up more.

"Wanna be one of them?" 

He already was one but—he didn't know that.

You assumed he must've been too flustered to talk, because he didn't respond to that—only choosing to continuously blink at you.

This weed was sure making your confidence sky rocket.

Speaking of things the weed was doing for you—your vision was tripping majorly.

The ceiling seemed to zoom in, but also zoom out at the same time, and sometimes you swore you could see the detailed wisps of the smoke that flooded the car's inside; the very atoms that made them up. 

Colours were hard to register in your mind; their names even harder—but, with how relaxed the fumes were making you and your tensed muscles, you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

And Eddie—oh Eddie—he just looked so pretty to you right now; so jaw-dropping and mesmerising. Even with how red his eyes were and the extent at which his pupils dilated, they still looked tremendously pretty. His lips were so cute, pink and begging for attention.

You couldn't help it; the way your hand reached out to cup his cheek and guide his head down. Luckily, though, you still had enough sense to tilt his head enough so that instead of your lips touching, your noses did.

If you were going to kiss Eddie, it sure as hell wasn't happening while you were high.

"Y'know," Eddie breathed into your eyes, causing them to flutter shut as you hummed, "I used to think you were a huge bitch."

That shot your eyes open.

"I mean, when you stuck around with people like Tommy H and Carol, it was kinda hard not to."

Ah. Steve's former friends.

"Not to mention King Steve. Though, I don't know if I should call him that anymore."

"'Cause of Billy?"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "Have you seen him? It's only, like, his second day and he's got girls wrapped around his finger like it's nothing."

"I'm sure it'll stay that way permanently too."

"Yeah, he seems like the type to like it."

"Hm?"

"The attention."

Your lips tugged down. "Are you implying something, Eddie?"

"...maybe a little."

Your frown grew deeper. "Y'know, Eds, you shouldn't judge people without getting to know them first."

"Oh? And I suppose you know a ton about Hargrove, huh?"

You narrowed your eyes before you spoke again—tone laced in warning—"Eddie."

He rose both hands, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in.

"My bad."

"It's okay, let's just forget about it," you said, "I came here to relax and enjoy some time away from stress."

"Stress?"

Well, you supposed it wouldn't be the end of the world if you shared a little with the class. 

"Nancy said something... weird to me the other night." 

"Harrington's girl?"

"Yeah... she sounded bitter."

"Maybe she was jealous."

You moved to sit up but Eddie was quick to push you back down, both hands placed firmly—yet gently—on your shoulders. "Jealous?"

"Yeah."

"Why would she be jealous for?"

He scoffed. "Oh please, you and Harrington are attached at the hip—if I were your boyfriend, I would be jealous."

For a moment, you allowed yourself to ignore the hypothetical scenario of Eddie being your boyfriend, if only to pay more attention to the apparent green creature that held Nancy by the neck.

Could it be? Was she jealous? Was that why she reacted as strongly as she did when you tried to let her down slowly?

"Hey now, whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it." Eddie's finger tapped against your cheek, sending tiny ripples through your skin. "You said it yourself, you're here to relax, not to stress."

He couldn't be more right.

And with that thought in mind, you sank deeper into the warmth of Eddie's lap, pure safety and comfort shrouding your form—blanketing you so nicely in the soothing presence that was Eddie Munson.

And as your eyes fluttered shut, you whispered one last thing with a warm smile, "This was nice. Thank you, Eddie."

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I've been watching a lot of zombie stuff recently so I was wondering how Steve, Eddie, and Billy would react to a zombie apocalypse. I'm tempted to write an au but I need to focus on the next part 😭

Tell you what, if the masterlist to this series ever reaches 500 notes, I'll write a zombie apocalypse AU (Edit: Holy shit, it's at 400, wtf?)

#x reader #stranger things #female reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere male #yandere male x female reader #yandere x you #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #yandere steve harrington #yandere eddie munson #yandere billy hargrove #.right way up #billy hargove x reader

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧:

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ. ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴜꜱʜʏ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ɢᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇ. ʏᴇᴀʜ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ.

𝟎𝟎𝟏/𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥:

ʜᴇɴʀʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴜɴʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏʏ. ʜᴇɴʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. ʜᴇɴʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ. ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɴᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀʀ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧:

ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴜʀɢᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴀꜱʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴇᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏꜱ.

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬:

ᴡɪʟʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ, ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡɪʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪᴄᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡɪʟʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴏᴜᴛʙᴜʀꜱᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ.

𝐃𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯/𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐨:

ᴅᴍɪᴛʀɪ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ

ᴇɴᴢᴏ ɪꜱ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴜʀɢᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴜʀɢᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏɴ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ. ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏʀ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘ ꜱᴛᴏᴄᴋʜᴏʟᴍ ꜱʏɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʟɪɴᴇ.

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯:

ʙɪʟʟʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ, ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙɪʟʟʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀʏꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍꜱ, ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ 9/10 ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ꜱᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ' ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ

ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴇɴʏ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴅɢᴀᴍᴇ. ʟᴜᴄᴀꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫:

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ' ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɪᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʀᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀɴ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇʟʏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

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[dazed-nymphsss]

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

┕━» yandere!eddie x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: yandere tendencies, controling behavior, lying, language, adult themes, smut (mentions of oral, p in v, some sinful shit) The nsfw is highlighted in red, fluff, toxic relationship

a/n: yandere tings ig 😗✌️

『•• what i think eddie would be like if he was absolutely infatuated with you••』

Not edited or betaed.

it's only you who can tell me apart, and it's only you who can turn my wooden heart -- only you, portishead

For starters, you would never know his true colors until it was too late

he's a fun, charismatic guy, and he's well-liked by everyone who actually gets to know him. And before you, he didn't even know that he had those tendencies in the first place.

But when you came into the picture, everything for him changed, and he felt almost a primal need to protect.

It would start out as you just wanting to try something new, the legendary dungeon master inviting you to one of Hellfire's many meet-ups.

You were desperate to make friends seeing as you were new to the small quaint town of Hawkins.

The two of you became fast friends. And that's all you thought you were, friends.

He would insist that he and his club were all you needed, and soon you spoke to nobody else but the Hellfire club.

He would make what seemed like jokes, telling you that anybody other than him didn't deserve someone as sweet as you. And he was right about one thing, you were sweet.

That's how the real shit started.

Before Steve, it was all about having fun and hanging out with you whenever he deemed fit.

Steve was the only person you really spoke to besides the club, and when Eddie found out, he was entirely against it.

"He's nothing but bad news, alright? He just wants to get in your pants, this is 'King Steve' we're talking about." he would tell you once he found out, "Guys like that don't deserve to even be looked at by you."

Because he had said it as if it were a joke, a teasing smile on his face, that's what you passed it off as, a joke.

But now he was attached to your side like a puppy, where ever you went, Eddie was sure to be not far behind.

He even went as far as to learn new subjects for you so you wouldn't have to go to someone else for tutoring.

Finally, after much consulting with Dustin on how to go about it, he asked you out.

You thought Eddie was attractive, funny, and kind, so you couldn’t imagine yourself saying anything else other than yes.

He would treat you like a queen, worshiping the ground you walked on.

Eddie would begin to double down on the time he was already spending with you, which seemed impossible, yet he made it possible.

You enjoyed finding out small things about Eddie during your time spent together, but you mainly talked about you when you were together.

Soon, Eddie knew you as well as you did. He would pick up on little things that you did and keep them in his mind, hoarding them like a magpie.

You would ignore the late-night, uninvited visits from him, his clumsy ass "sneaking" into your room through your window. He insisted that he could sleep without you, and it was true, he couldn't find himself drifting off without his head against your chest and your hands in his hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if you were a lifeline.

By the time you noticed something was seriously wrong, it was when he began to keep you from your friends in Hellfire.

He couldn't trust you with anyone else, he felt as though you were treasure, and he needed to save you from being tainted by the disgusting cruelty of the world.

Eddie knew what it felt like to be ridiculed by the world around him, and he couldn't bear the thought of you being treated the same.

With the eventual complaints from you, he would brush them off and dismiss them quickly, trying to distract you with witty banter or jokes to take your mind off of you.

(NSFW) When you finally gave yourself to him, he felt as though he was given a gift from a higher power. You were untouched, a virgin. His pretty, perfect, innocent, untouched princess. He took note of everything that made you tick, memorizing your pussy like a map. He made you feel pleasure you never thought you could. And in a way, it made you more attached to him in the long run.

Soon, sex became a new way to distract you from your concerns, and more so, the people around you.

When you finally manage to make your concerns voiced, avoiding his distractions, he wasn't thrilled. It was explosive.

Eddie was baffled at how you couldn't see how awful people were. How cruel and unforgiving high school hierarchies could be.

He felt shitty for it, but he guilt-tripped you with tears and pleading.

(NSFW) The argument was concluded with his head between your thighs as he whimpered apologies into your cunt as he devoured you. But in the back of his mind, he wasn't sorry at all. It was for your own good.

There was an instance that had truly scared you.

Steve was just trying to be nice, he had spoken to Dustin about what your favorite movies were, and took the liberty of delivering them to your house after he hadn't heard from you. He used the videotapes as an excuse to check on you.

Unfortunately for the hopeless romantic, Eddie was listening from the living room while you spoke with Steve at the front door.

"Ever since you started hanging out with that Munson kid, nobody sees much of you anymore. Are you okay?"

How dare he, how dare he? How dare Steve Harrington make you question your relationship with him. How dare Steve come to your house while you and he were perfectly content watching movies.

Eddie was quick to appear behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist protectively, an eyebrow raising at Steve, daring him to continue.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had company," Steve would apologize.

"No, no, it's alright," you would promise, making Eddie scowl, "We were just watching some movies if you wanted to jo-"

"AAAlright, that's enough, time for you to go, Harrington," Eddie stopped your offer in its tracks, attempting to close the door, but Steve put his foot in the way.

"No man, I don't think so."

Steve knew something was wrong. But he wasn't sure if you knew it as well.

It turned into an argument between the two and quickly escalated from there, Eddie swinging first.

It was all a blur from there. You begged Eddie to get off your friend, and eventually, he did, but not without leaving Steve with a nasty black eye.

When you managed to pull Eddie inside and slam the door behind you, you scolded him, asking what the hell was wrong with him.

"Remember what I told you? He just wants to get in your pants! He wants what's mine!" Eddie would try to reason.

You were pretty shaken up, not in the mood to argue with him, knowing he would never let up. He was stubborn like that.

You were clearly distraught about the situation, and Eddie saw this as yet another opportunity to drive the point home that people were awful and didn't deserve a sweetheart like you.

Eddie had consoled you that night, wiping away our tears as he held your head in his lap. He hated seeing you cry, but it was for your own good.

All for your own good.

give me some more ideas for some yandere!eddie, i like writing for him

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[emsgoodthinkin]

Watching and listening to your pining friend Eddies scratchy voice, dedicate and sing Creep by Radio Head at the Hideout to you

Expressing how much of a fuckin insecure weirdo, jerk off he is and how much better you are than him

How much he wishes he could have you..

But you.. you’re standing right in the middle of the bar floor, swaying; staring up at him singing the words back to him, expressing how much of a freak you are too through your glassy eyes..

How much you wanna be freaks together.

Creeps together.

Lonely together, sad together. In love.. together.

#reblogs appreciated #freak!eddie munson x freak! reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson #eddie munson headshot #radio head #losers club #friends to lovers #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers #despressing #perv!eddie #yandere!eddie #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x gn!reader

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Im sorry...

Eddie Munson x Yandere!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Love dramas, murders, disappearances and a crazy serial killer who still roams the streets of Hawkins. All this was triggered by you, a good student who shed a sea of ​​blood out of love, scaring the whole city. But you're not that bad...really, you're not. You're just in love with the boy who went missing a few days ago, Eddie Munson.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere!mean!fem!Reader, Undestanding!Eddie, use of Y/N, murder, kidnap, theme about torture, agnst, bad ending, slight fluff? missing people, enemies to lovers, use of knifes, blood, threats, obsession, themes about disposing of corpses, themes about sex, very bad language, bullying, dismemberment, Reader is lovesick, all the addictional characters i mention are invented (Please, here we will talk about a case of kidnapping and murder and quite heavy themes. However, I invite you not to take as an example everything you read. This is all for entertainment only.)

𝐀/𝐍: Sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Please support new writers and reblog, hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You walk through the woods while carrying a large black bag on your shoulders with one of your victims inside. As soon as you arrived near the exit of the city you decided to put the bag down and open it, finding the now lifeless frightened face of Katerine Smith in front of you; a young student at Hawkins High. She was in her third year and was a beautiful, awkward and superficial girl. In the last period she had decided to set her eyes on something that belonged to you and for this reason her life had come to an end.

You take her out and place it on top of the large black bag as you head behind a bush where you pick up your shovel that you left there. You start digging a fairly deep vertical ditch and as soon as it was at least two meters high, you throw the shovel on the ground and take out a circular saw and a yellow raincoat from your backpack. You didn't want to get dirty so you put on the hooded garment and start dismembering the girl. The head, abdomen, arms, legs and feet.

Everything was a real red mess but luckily there was the sack under the corpse which prevented the grass from being colored with that bitter blood. As you had learned to do, you took each piece and threw it into the small vertical ditch and then called for it with the shovel. After your first murder you had now learned how to bury a body. After all, if someone were to find a body they would expect to find it horizontal and whole or otherwise dismembered in a bag. That's why you made sure they never found Katherine's body like many others. That's right, Katherine wasn't the only girl you killed, but there were many more, and they were all buried here...near the exit of town. Once your work is finished, you take off your almost dirty raincoat and head to the nearest lake to clean it and the circular saw with it.

You sigh as you turn on your heel to walk home, stuffing everything back into your backpack. “Fuck, I have to go shopping, I forgot,” you say to yourself, remembering one of your duties. You calmly walk towards the supermarket and are overwhelmed by the warm air that makes you feel at ease. In Hawkins, autumn was getting colder and colder, so much so that you started wearing wool sweaters when you left the house. The atmosphere was relaxing and there weren't many people in the small supermarket near the main road. You take a piece of paper from the pocket of your sweatshirt with the list of things to take and start wandering around the aisles.

Pasta, chocolate pudding, sauce, flour, sugar and... wait. Your attention was caught by the television next to the cashier who was watching it with concentration. "The Hawkins police are still investigating the murder of Angeline Holand and the 8 girls who have disappeared in the last few weeks" Said the reporter portrayed on the screen "Moreover, the police had hypothesized a possible connection with Eddie Munson, a student at Hawkins High but it seems he also disappeared recently" at those words you go back to concentrating on the shelves "But apparently the disappearances seem to continue. Katherine Smith seems to have disappeared just today out of nowhere, the parents are worried and hope to be able to find their beloved daughter" he continued as the woman let out an anxious sigh.

“Well, apparently they are more alert now than they were before…” You think as you grab a snack from the shelves.

Your gaze seemed lost, your breathing heavy and your chest had become heavy. You can't explain how you got to this point...

You were just a good student in love with Eddie Munson The Freak. It seems absurd but it was like that, a smart and shy girl like you fell at the feet of the most hated and scary boy in school, but obviously that didn't matter to you. You were madly in love with him, you followed him, every now and then you greeted him, you stole some of his things... you were fucking obsessed with him. His person, his way of doing things, his character, his style, his perfume, what he did, everything! Everything you knew about him made you adore him even more and you couldn't help it. You talked to each other and every now and then you even had great conversations and this made you happy every day. He was the man you wanted to have by your side, that bad boy who wasn't so bad that you wanted so much in your life, he was perfect for you, he had to be yours.

You had to do it, you had to tell him how you felt, you had to take this weight off your shoulders.

That day you met Eddie behind the school near the woods, where you both spent your days. The moment seemed magical but something left you heartbroken when a cheerleader with perfect long hair interrupts you and brings the boy with her. You were really upset about it and it had pushed you to the limit.

Angeline Holand...

Barb Holand's little sister and Hawkins High cheerleader. She was beautiful but didn't have excellent grades, she liked parties and boys in general. You learned that Angeline had sex with lots of different guys just to have sex with them and then dump them when they didn't suit her. It was a secret that you managed to discover by pure chance and this had worked in your favor.

You really didn't want that cheap bitch to use Eddie as a sex toy, so you made up your mind that you were going to ruin her life in a drastic way. Days later the whole school found out about this secret of hers and after several weeks, Eddie kept away from her, but obviously this wasn't enough for you, you were too pissed off that the humiliation was nothing for you. One Wednesday afternoon you found her in an abandoned park crying from the constant teasing she endured every day, poor thing isn't it? No, not at all. You thought when you then caught her by surprise and stabbed her at least ten times in the chest. You hated her so much.

You vented all the anger that bitch had caused you for even thinking you could subjugate your beloved. Angeline, unlike many others, you burned her in an abandoned factory, but you didn't expect it to go up in flames. You managed to run away but the police found Angeline's body and the stab wounds in her chest and started an investigation. You can't understand the reason for all that violence, it wasn't like you... you even went so far as to consult a psychologist but obviously you couldn't tell him about your murder for which you said you killed someone in a dream.

At first he didn't say anything to you thinking it was just a temporary thing. But going forward you had to deal with more hassles surrounding Eddie and you couldn't stand that, and you did it again and again and again. Four other stupid bitches were dead and gone as of today but you didn't kill the rest of the others. The police had already been alerted, so starting a massacre would have been inconvenient for you. The others were bullied, or expelled, others you even threatened, and they simply ran away. No news, not a letter, a goodbye, nothing. They were missing...

Obviously you explained this to your psychologist and he, after hearing that you continued to have these "dreams", simply told you that it foreshadowed an aggressive, neurotic personality and a history of violence. This left you with some doubts and worries. You don't think you've ever suffered violence but either you never thought you would be capable of being aggressive, you didn't really think so, and now here you are. The serial killer that everyone is talking about and who they are now looking for while citizens keep themselves safe while also protecting their children.

You let out a big sigh and as soon as you were sure you had taken everything you went to pay. The woman named “Taylor” noticed you a few minutes later, she was more interested in the news than doing her job apparently.

"It's twenty dollars" She said as she looked back at the screen. You paid and watched television too. The reporter was interviewing the police chief Jim Hopper "We think that the suspect in the possible disappearances or alleged murders is a student at Hawkins High, for now we ask everyone to stay at home" The police chief announced while the cashier Taylor commented to low voice “Surely he is a killer who kills poor innocent girls” You tilted your head slightly “Do you think so?” You asked with a worried look trying to act like the poor helpless girl, she looked at you surprised that you heard her and she nodded "Yes dear, so stay safe, a young girl like you shouldn't be wandering around alone, not now that there are crazy people like that out there" You gave her a smile "I will, thank you very much and see you again" she said goodbye to you and you left the supermarket heading home.

“Holy shit…” that was all you could say at a moment like that. You had messed up but ultimately you couldn't go back and now you would have to live with it. Since the police suspected that the killer was a student at Hawkins High, they decided to interrogate every single student, calling everyone a suspect, and closing the school until the case was solved. This had sent you into a crisis... after you had finally chased away every fucking threat you were finally ready to declare yourself to Munson, holy shit! Nothing seemed to go right and Eddie, like the other students, doesn't trust anyone but his friends. You couldn't do it anymore, you had to do it...

You couldn't have done otherwise.

After two days of his disappearance you came across his uncle Wayne hanging a paper with his nephew pictured where it was written that he was missing. You felt guilty, but you already were. You regret what you did but you couldn't have avoided it in any way, and you also could have avoided it...how? Your head was still a mess and you started to think that you should have taken action for this aggressive and violent behavior of yours.

You finally arrived home and took out your keys. Just a few years ago, after the death of your parents you had a secluded house that still needed to be fixed up, but it wasn't bad, you had everything you needed: gas, water and electricity. You just needed to rearrange the furniture and get a real bed to sleep on instead of the couch. You opened the door and as soon as you closed it with a turn of the key, you also closed the security locks on the door. You placed the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and began to put everything away. Then you realized all that strange silence and looked out at the corridor that led to the various rooms.

"Eddie?" You called him and then went to check the first room and realized he wasn't there. You think you had an anxiety attack and you went looking for him in the other rooms and then you saw him in your room, lying on the mattress tied with his wrists behind his back with his bare chest while the sheets were as messy as the rest of the room. You went back to your side when you then remembered that you had moved Eddie to your room to give him more comfortable treatment. He looked up and then came back with his face on the pillow.

He hates you.

You knew it very well. You walked closer to him "Hey Eds, I've been shopping, I bought you your favorite puddings" you told him as you walked closer. You lay down on the mattress next to him and saw his apathetic face. He didn't answer you... he's been like this ever since you argued. You then noticed his red cheeks and the damp pillow and realized that he had been crying. This made you feel even more guilty. You knew very well that you were wrong, what you had done the night you fought made him become more afraid of you. You certainly couldn't say he wasn't wrong, out of frustration you tortured him with electric batons until he apologized to you. You immediately regretted it but you never apologized again...

"Okay...listen. I know you don't want to talk to me and I understand, I wouldn't talk to me either, especially for what I did to you" You sat down and admired his curls falling from his shoulders to his collarbones. Eddie looked up and his chocolate brown irises met yours. That look...that poor, desperate look that makes you think "what did he do to deserve this?"

You wanted to know too. You didn't want this...you just wanted to be with him and live the life of two young adults in love.

"I'm really sorry for what I did to you...I'm sorry for everything, I didn't mean to get this far," You came closer while you caressed his cheek with one hand "I didn't want to hurt, but I done, I made many people suffer, I know... but they wanted to distance you from me" Eddie didn't answer you and continues to listen "I can understand if you hate me, or if you want me to die in their place, I understand, I'm ruining your life, I brought you here and I took you away from your friends and your uncle" Your breathing was quickening as your eyes burned and started to get shiny "But know that I didn't want to shed so much blood, I wanted just you Eddie. I wanted to go out with you, play Dungeon & Dragons with your friends and spend the evenings like a normal couple... I didn't want to reduce you like this, I'm sorry" You said while your voice was breaking. You bent down to give a kiss to his scalp and remained in that position for several minutes "I promise you that I will make everything right. I will do everything for you and I swear that I will never be mean to you or other people again, I swear."

"Why did you become like this?..." You heard him speak and at his question tears wet your cheeks. "I don't know Eds..." You started to cry leaning your face close to his ear wetting his dark curls "I just wanted you and to stay with you forever, I don't want anyone to take you away from me, I know you are disappointed, you expected a better girl but I can become one if you want,"

"Y/N–" You didn't let him continue the sentence "I'll try to become the girl you want so much, I'll do everything I can, I'll put an end to this serial killer thing and then I'll let you go, but please don't abandon me Eddie" you heard him hiss something as you pressed several kisses to his curls, your hand caressing his shoulder as you felt his cold skin “I want you to calm down” He said in a calm voice “I won't” You looked at him. God, how you wished those words were true "It's not true..."

"You will abandon me and hand me over to the police..." Eddie looked at you and said nothing "Don't make fun of me. I know very well that I screwed up, but I promise you that I will make it up to you, and then you will learn to love me" You gave another kiss but this time on his cold shoulder "I'm not lying to you Y/N." You were about to reply but he doesn't let you do it "It's true, I'm afraid of you and everything you've done and maybe I even hate you, but you're still my Y/N...you need to be helped" He said him shaking his head. He was right, the psychologist wasn't enough but you didn't know what else to do, you were just so scared. Afraid that Eddie would take the right opportunity to run away and abandon you "You're not calling me crazy are you?" He didn't answer you, in fact your question was stupid too, it was obvious that he thought so "I'm not crazy" you took a breath as you tried to calm down "The psychologist told me that I have an aggressive personality, and I've tried everything but I couldn't hold back and I'm sorry for that" The metalhead's eyes looked different, they weren't scared but worried.

“Y/N...” He called out to you “Please calm down...” his tone seemed sympathetic “I don't want you to be afraid of me Eds” The tears started to fall again “I understand sweetheart. I can't forgive you for everything you've done, but I'll try to do it" At those words your heart was filling with happiness "Really?" He nodded "I didn't think you'd get to this point, but I'm ready to help you if it means getting my Y/N back" You were definitely happy. Eddie always loved you so much, for him you were perhaps his closest friend but now he had another person ahead of him, and he would have fought to get the old one back. You had definitely changed and perhaps this had made you a monster in everyone's eyes but especially in Eddie's "Please Eddie...Help me" You started crying again as you curled up next to him resting your head on the pillow and hugging him " I'll treasure, don't worry" his words were sweeter than any elegant sharp blade "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry..." You began to blurt out as a kiss was pressed to your temple. After that gesture you got up and went into the other room with Eddie looking at you confused. You came back with a chain and a 50 kg weight. You tied the chain to the boy's ankle and then freed his wrists, he didn't react or say anything, he just shook his sore wrists and then followed your movements with his eyes. You lay next to him again, hugging him and he did the same thing gently stroking your hair "I'm sorry..." You said again as you buried your head in the crook of his neck "Shh, it's okay".

You hadn't been happier in your entire life.

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[h4rring1on]

hear me out…yandere!eddie and yandere!steve and both are crazier than the other because they’d go to LENGTHS to have you all for their selves

this is so good omg. lets say

- you and steve have been dating for a bit, and steve was fully obsessed with you.

- him and eddie DESPISE each other.

- eddie despises him because of jealousy. because he has you only for himself

- steve despises him because of the control he can have over you. eddie can manipulate you into thinking steve did something wrong, which would cause a fight and steve knows. he knows it’s eddie who did this

- one day, you just disappear. there’s missing posters all over town and steve just goes fucking BALLISTIC.

- how could he not protect you? how could he let this happen? how? JUST HOW can he adapt to this new life without you? how will you be taken care of? how will you be protected from the likes of eddie? did something happen to you?

- a few days passed, and steve’s into a hysterical state. he’s locked himself inside the house. nobody knows what goes on there, except for you. because you’re with him, right?

- he imagines you kissing him, being around him, just being here. it’s not imaginary it’s real.

- it’s real.

- he was talking to you, until he hears shaking of the bushes outside. he tells you to stay and he’ll keep you safe.

- he walks out and looks around, and to his shock, you’re there, tears in your eyes, and a belt wrapped around your wrists.

- “please…i can’t get it off” you breathe out and he quickly takes it off and you hug him tight

- “y—you’re here. what— what happened?”

- steve was right all along. eddie really did want you for himself. so bad that he actually kidnapped you and kept you in victor creels attic.

- it wasn’t really a kidnapping, right? because eddie loved you and you loved him. he’s just keeping you safe.

- steve makes sure you’re okay and safe, and keeps you in his house while he goes to eddie, a knife in his hand.

- what? he was just making sure you’re safe from eddie, forever. that nobody will ever bother you tow again.

- he doesn’t find him there, he goes back to see eddie IN HIS HOUSE, a crazy look in his eyes as he’s picking you up and taking you away, a couple scratches were on him from you, but he’s patient. because you’re just upset, soon. soon you’ll understand just how much eddie loves you and why he’s doing this.

- steve manages to get you off eddie and as you try to make a run for it, eddie grips your worst harshly, and steve grips the other to try and pull you away

- “she’s mine. back off!” eddie yells

- “she’s mine. she always will be, just mine. just..mine.” steve says, your eyes widening, he was just like him

- eddie gets frustrated and grabs a knife with his other hand, throwing it at steve, steve let’s go and eddie’s distracted, so you run

- you’re safe now. you’re away from them, even though you’re hiding in the woods, it’s better than having to be with them

- just as you thought you’re at peace, you feel a wet hand on your shoulder, you look at it to see it fully red…fully covered in blood.

- you look up to see steve there, blood splattered al over his body as he smiles at you, “it’s okay, baby. we’re safe now”

- see? steve was just protecting you. he holds your hand tight as two head home, a different one, since that one wasn’t exactly fitting for you to stay in right now.

- but it’s okay. because steve’s your home. he just wants to take care of you. he’s not a bad guy. he was a never a bad guy. he’s just taking care of his girl.

- only. his girl.

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[e-munson666]

"Taking you" With me pt1

++Yandere!Rockstar!Eddie x OC!F!Reader++

(You are front row at one of Eddies shows, and once he lays his eyes on you he's instantly obsessed. He comes looking for you after his set and you end up on his tour bus........but is that a good thing?)

Content/Warnings ⚠️: 18+. DARK THEMES. Yandere Eddie is his own warning. Language, smut, unprotected (don't do that), kidnapping, pet names. Again, this is dark, you are absolutely not required to read it. I do not condone what's written, fiction is fiction and nothing more.

I have decided to NOT use Y/N at all, so for the sake of this character, we are calling her lex (lexi) but feel free to ignore that if you want. I just hate using Y/N and not just a NAME lol sorry not sorry.

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Using this gif for the dark look on his face.

Eddie was a great musician, and a good friend. He just had a problem with girls. Not that he couldn't get girls, or guys for that matter, but he often became overly obsessed with the ladies. As the band started getting bigger and bigger, the heart eyes Eddie had for his little groupies grew and grew.

There were a few times girls would follow the band from state to state, and it would often end in Eddie fucking them, and making it weird a few shows later when he told them he loved them. He quickly got a reputation for being a toxic guy when he would inevitably yell and lose his shit when they rejected his affection.

Gareth could immediately see Eddies body tense sharply as he looked down and spotted you in the front row. The cold, dark stare he gave you worried Gareth, and he knew whatever was coming, was NOT going to be good.

Gareth had been able to keep Eddie out of these situations recently, and he really thought his friend was getting better........until he saw you........Gareth knew no matter what he tried to say to Eddie now would go on deaf ears. Maybe he could try to talk to you instead?!

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When you walked into the venue, you could feel eyes on you. You looked good and you knew it. Skin tight band tee cut up and showing a LOT of cleavage, accompanied by a tight, barely there leather skirt. You had on ripped up fish nets, and scuffed up combat boots.

You made your way over to the bar to grab a beer before shoving up to the front row of the crowd. One of the opening bands was the only reason you came here tonight. Corroded coffin, a band from back in your Hawkins days, were playing in Philly tonight, and you jumped at the opportunity to see them again.

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You knew the guys, from back in high school. You weren't really friends with any of them, but they were nice enough.....nicer than most. You weighed more back then, and people in high school could be cruel about it, the guys in hellfire on the other hand were never crude and you admired them for that.

Especially Eddie Munson. You had often caught him intently staring at you when you wore anything that didn't swallow you whole. You would feel his eyes tracing down every curve of your body, and it drove you wild. The two of you never really hung out, but you pined for him, and stared at him almost as much as he stared at you. (Almost)

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The lights dimmed and you could hear drums slowly start to play as the rest of the band came on stage, the crowd roaring with cheers as Eddie greeted the crowd. Gareth started drumming the intro of their first song when Eddie looked down and saw you. You were looking up at him, as sweetly as could be, watching a hunger set in his eyes.

He almost didn't look away from you at all for the entire set, something you, and Gareth seemed to be highly aware of. You blew Eddie a kiss onstage and he caught it, theatrically putting it in his pocket and winking at you.

"Fuck" Gareth muttered to himself.

Once they were done performing, the guys hurried to clear their equipment from the stage for the next act. You had made your way back over to the bar, ordering a few shots. You suddenly feel someone in your personal space, and you swing around to find Gareth, leaning into you with wide eyes.

"Gare?" You say, a little shocked to find him standing there and not Eddie. "Lex, you gotta leave, now." Gareth pleaded. You were about to ask him how on earth he was able to remember you when he grabbed your arm.

"Please, you gotta get out of here, Eddies looking for you" despite the tone in his voice, you were blushing at the fact that Eddie wanted to see you. Before you could respond, the curly haired brunette was quickly bounding over to where you and Gareth were standing.

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Eddie was angry, seeing Gareth touching you, touching what was his. He couldn't help it. He had to have you. It took him a few minutes of staring down at you from the stage for it to hit him who you were. Lexi, from Hawkins high, the beautiful curvy goddess that was the object of his first real obsession.

He couldn't believe his luck that you were here, staring up at him with your big eyes, dressed like that.......and then you blew him that kiss???? Fuck he was done for right then.

Eddie stopped in front of you, yanking Gareths hand away from you. "Eddie" Gareth pleaded, seeing the blown out lust on Eddies face. He knew who you were to Eddie back then, and you being here now was so so bad.

Eddie let out a low growl at Gareth before grabbing your arm and pulling you away. Eddie was moving quickly but you could still hear Gareths final plea "Eddie please don't do this" before you were yanked out of the venues side door.

The cold evening air hit your face. Eddie quickly turned to you, wide smile on his face as he took you in. "Hi princess" he cooed, pulling you in for a hug. "Hi Eds" you squeak, air being crushed out of you from his embrace.

He pulled back and cradled your face in his ring clad hands. He felt you shiver as the cold metal touched your skin, and he couldn't help but smirk. "Wanna come warm up in the bus?" He whispers, licking his lips as you nod between his hands.

Without warning he scoops you up into his arms, and carries you across the parking lot. He sets you down quickly to unlock and open the door before throwing you over his shoulder before rushing inside. He took you to the private back room he usually stayed in on tours, tossing you on the bed. He quickly flicked the lock before turning back to you, hunger wide and prominent on his face.

He wasted no time crawling on top of you, slotting his legs between yours as he moved. His face hovered above yours, drinking in the look you had on your face as you stared up at him. He was going to devour you, and he knew you'd let him.

He crashed his lips into yours, moving one of his large hands to grab both your wrists and pin them above you. His other hand quickly moved up your thigh and up to your core. He audibly groans as he realizes you are not wearing panties under your tiny little skirt. Like you knew, like you came ready for him to take you.

He slid two fingers into you, marveling at how slick you already were. He started growling as he kissed you, tipsy from the moans he was pulling out of you. He broke away when he heard you mewl into his mouth.

"Eddie please"

He smiles down at you, completely overtaken by his lust. "You sure princess?" He questioned, tracing his fingers down your thigh.

"Yes Eddie, please take me" you beg, shuttering under his light touch.

His body shivered at your words. He quickly stood up and removed his shirt. He was undoing his belt, watching you remove your top, (no bra either he notes) and nearly cums as he looks up from removing his jeans. Your fully naked body on display in front of him.

"Oh don't worry baby, I'm gonna take you, gonna make you mine" he mumbled, yanking his boxers off and quickly moving back on top of you. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, curls wild, lips swollen. He didn't waste anymore time, lining his throbbing tip up to your entrance. He slammed into you, groaning at the gasp you let out.

Eddie wasn't small, he knew he was far above average, and he loved the pained yet pleasure filled look on your face as he bottomed out. You were clawing his bicep, trying to adjust to his size. He doesn't give you much time before he starts rapidly thrusting back and forth.

He wraps one hand around your throat, the cold metal of his rings cooling your burning skin. He wraps his free arm around one of your legs, lifting it up and putting it on his shoulder before fucking into you deeper and deeper.

He kept up his stamina for what felt like hours, overstimulating you on his cock. He rode you through orgasm after orgasm, watching you crumble beneath him, tears streaming down the side of your face.

When his climax finally came, he thrust into you as deep as he could, stilling himself as he shot his cum into you. His chest rose and fell heavily, slowly pushing his seed deeper with a few sharp thrusts before pulling out. You were shaking, weak, and tired. Just what he wanted.

He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead and caressing your back as he watched you drift off to sleep. As soon as he was sure you were out, he slipped out of the bed, ready for the next phase of his plan.

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You woke up, groggy and body riddled with pain. It took you a second to remember where you were, in Eddies bed, on his tour bus. But something was wrong. Something felt off........and then it hit you.......the bus was fucking MOVING.

You sprung up, fear rising in your body. Your blood goes cold as Eddie nuzzles into your neck from behind you and whispers "I told you I was gonna take you princess. And I did."

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A/N: this was one hell of a ride. Comment to be added to the taglist for this series. Its going to be AMAZING.

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...𝑯𝒆𝒓 ᵖᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ

*ᵍⁱᶠˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳˢ*

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞! 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲/𝐎𝐧𝐞/𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐕𝐞𝐜𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

ᴀ/ɴ: ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀʟᴏ ɪs, sʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴇᴛᴀ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴄ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴs ʟᴀʙ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀɴᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀ. ᴀʟsᴏ ʟᴇᴛs ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ..ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛs ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ!

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎: 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚃𝚠𝚘, 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

ᴛᴡ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ғɪᴄ, sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

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Eddie Munson had his eyes on you since you first arrived in Hawkins after Will Byers was found in the lake, who everyone thought was dead. He soon began to try and get closer to you, and soon the two of you became the best of friends.

He found out about your abilities, but you never told him about them, he found out himself. But, not the way you'd expect.

Every time another guy would get close to you, touch, or talk to you, they'd be found dead or be missing the next day. Then, everything thing changed when he came, Billy Hargrove..

Billy always flirted with you, or..just tried to get your attention. Eddie saw this, and he was madder than hell to say the least. Soon, you and Billy began to start getting to know each other better, and soon that will turn into something else.

*!*

After the others leave, its just you, Steve, Dustin, Max, Mike, and Lucas. The kids want to help and so do you, but you all were told to stay, and mom- I mean Steve, of course said no.

The kids began to argue, and you tried to explain to them that it was dangerous, but got caught off by a car pulling in.

"Who is that?" You quickly walked to the window and pulled the small curtain to the side.

Steve and the kids came to check it out also while standing behind you.

"Shit!" Max mumbled as she saw her brothers blue Camaro.

Billy got out, a cigarette in his mouth as he leans on his car. Fearing the worst you pull Steve to the side by his arm as the kids step away from the window, not wanting to be caught by the guy who almost ran them over, same thing with Max, she knew that the worst might happen if her step brother see's her with Lucas..

"Ok, what do we do..?"

"I'll go out.., and kick his ass. Simple."

Now, now that made you roll your eyes, "You mean, he'll kick YOUR ass.." You scoffed, eyeing him up and down while crossing your arms. "I've seen what the guy does to you, Steve. He probably even won't stop with just kicking your ass."

"So, what, we just walk out there like a bunch of idiots. Think Y/n!"

You sighed, "I'll try and talk to him. If he does something...fishy, you come out and TRY to kick his ass."

Opening the front door, you walk out, closing it behind you.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you doll face.."

"Yeah, its me, don't cream your pants."

"Wow! Didn't know you have a mouth on you sweet heart."

"Cut the crap! Why are you here! Shouldn't you be on your 'date'." You mocked, making Billy growl, "I'm here for my sister, red head, annoying." He puffs out a small smoke cloud. "Sorry haven't seen her, nor know her. Now piss the fuck off before I make you."

He chuckled, then looked at the house, "Really, then who's that..." Taking his cigarette out and throwing it on the ground. You turned to were he was looking at, your eyes then widened as the kids ducked down. "Shit.."

Billy walked towards you with a smirk. He then grabs you by the wrist, and pulls you.

Steve opened the door trying to talk to him but it of course didn't work. Billy pushed Steve, telling him to "shut up" and then threw you on top of him.

The kids all looked at horror at him. He then noticed Lucas and walked quickly to the poor boy. Grabbing him by the shirt and pushing him into a cabinet while Max and the others yelled at him to stop!

You slowly get up, and look at Billy. Then Lucas kicked him back, and Billy stumbled back, groaning in pain.

"Oh your so dead, Sinclair!"

"No, you are..!"

Steve punched Billy in the nose, and he stumbled once again to the sink. Then, Billy started to laugh like a maniac, "I've been waiting for this king Steve everybodys been telling me about!" Billy grabs a plate, and smashed it into Steve's head, making Steve fall.

Thats when you had enough, you stand up, and your eyes turn yellow, along with the color around you. Putting your hands in front of you, yellow energy comes out of your hands. You blast it at him, which knocks you back. He just barley misses were the shot happened.

"The hell.." Billy mumbled, then he then along with everyone turns to you, all in pure horror.

"Oh no... Y/n!" Steve and the kids yelled.

A wooden shard is stabbed in the back of your neck. Your gasping for air as blood gushes out of neck, tears come out of your eyes as you look at Steve who got up and ran towards you. He trys to pull you out carful, but the wooden shard makes the wound bigger, and gushes out more blood.

Once out, he puts both his hands on each side of your neck.

"Y-Y/n, stay with me." Steve is on the verge of tears at just the sight of you struggling for life, "Dustin, call Hopper or Joyce! The rest of you, try to get a cloth! Go, now!!"

"Steve, i-its no use-" You say just below a whisper..

Then, you stop breathing. Billy, just looks on in pure horror and shock.

"What the hell was that...?"

Steve then got up, sending a death glare at Billy. He then starts another brawl with him, not winning.

Thats when something unspeakable happened, you darted up, a purple aura surrounded you as your neck healed, and the blood that was on you and Steve's hands was gone.., but no one seemed to notice.

Billy knocked out Steve by the time the aura disappeared, but he continued to punch him.

Max saw the same sleeping medicine that was used on Will, and stabbed her brother with it.

Then, you came up, and punched his lights out. "Fucking, piece of shit..!" You held your hand in pain from hitting his head. Max then saw Billy's keys and quickly grabs them. She then shows the others, "Let's go.." You just smirked, but the boys look at her like she's some sort of..Goddess.

"Max, start the car. Mike, Lucas, grab any weapon or something we can wear use as weapon. Dustin, help me get Steve, and get me a first aid kit.." All kids nod, and leave the to do what ever thing you told them to do.

You quickly go to Steve. His face is all bloody and bruised, and you see him move his eyes to yours, "Told you..I could beat his ass.." He smirked.

That made you chuckle. "Come on Harrington, let's get you fixed up." You picked him up, and wrapped his arm around your neck, and both of you began walking to the car.

*!*

Its been a long time since the Mind Flayer, and Hawkins Lab shutting finally shutting down. After all that, life's been good, El and you got adopted by Hopper, but you don't live with them anymore. You live in a quite big apartment with your boyfriend, who's really your soon-to-be husband, Billy.

Hopper didn't like the idea of you getting married to Billy at first, but, he saw how happy you looked and finally agreed.

You both graduated, that's when you both moved in together, and when he proposed.

But today, something would happen to your fiance, something that would almost kill you and family...

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I ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs, sᴏ, ɪ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ!!! Tʜɪs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ. I ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ!

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[flwersgarden]

princess orders. ୭‌⋆*｡

pairings : soft yandere!eddie munson x hyperfeminine!female reader.

summary : eddie doesn't follow orders but when he is with you, well, he changes his own rules on obeying.

includes : dark themes, kinda angsty, mainly fluff tho.

author's note : i thought of this while listening to my mom's record of madonna and i just loved the idea so much i had to write something about eddie listening to her. this is my first (kind of a) long fic so feedback will be appreciated! hope u girlies enjoy it<3

for Eddie, school is not something important.

to be a guitarist in a band, he doesn't need maths, psychics, chemistry or one of those boring sub themes of math.

he sometimes would skip classes and go to the school's parking lot to smoke, paint people's cars or to sell weed.

“munson!” the harsh scream of his name shut his spaced out self. “Paying attention?” Mrs. Wells annoyingly asked, her glasses in the top of her head.

“Of course, why would I miss knowing about... ” His eyes went small as he tried to read what was on the board. “ World War II. ” His monotone voice made some students laugh, other roll his eyes while his teacher only sighed.

“Just, pay attention. ” He nodded, sinking in his chair while glancing at the classroom clock. Five more minutes until he sees you.

the reason he started showing up to these boring classes, doing his homework, showing up in time to school rehearsals or those stupid championships it's because of you.

you, beautiful you.

a lovesick smile showed in his face while his thoughts drifted to your existence.

you're probably in class listening to your teacher explaining some weird science thing, your legs intertwined with each other, biting your pencil trying to figure out what the hell are you learning.

oh, what he would give to be with you right now.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

a heavy sigh left your lips as you left the classroom along some other students, walking to your closer, wishing to go home and sink in bed; or to go to your boyfriend's van and listen to him playing guitar while you draw in your notebook literal hearts, stars, flowers...

your thoughts were interrupted to the heavy sound of your locker being hit by some jock.

“ so, y/n. ” you smiled, nodding your head as you hugged the chemistry books to your chest.

“ that's me! ” you enthusiastically said, a giggle coming out as your turned to open your locker; the jock moving himself to stand next to you.

“ well, i was wondering, some of us are going to go to this party. ” you nodded again, not really paying attention to him as you left all your books in the small pinkish inside of your locker. “ wanna go with me? ”

before you could even process what he asked, you felt another hand grabbing your waist.

“ move, ken doll. ” the voice of your boyfriend made you smile, turning to him as you closed your locker, squealing as you hugged him.

“ eddie! i missed you so much! ” he smiled triumphantly, wrapping his arms in your waist, trying to cover your pink lace panties that your skirt failed to hide.

“ i missed you more, sweetheart. ” he said back, ignoring the jock scoff before leaving with some friends of his.

“ nope, i missed you much more. ” you brought your hands to his denim jacket, closing the distance between the both of you with a kiss, a hard passionate kiss.

you'd think that by the way the both of you made out in school hallways you didn't see each other for a long time and not just for thirty minutes but well, for eddie and for you that's a lifetime.

a hard thud was heard as your back hit the locker, his hands gripping your short pink skirt, both of your bodies almost molding into one before the bell rang making you break the kiss and opening your eyes comically wide.

“ practice! eds, i gotta go. ” he almost whined, making his lips a thin line as he moved to the side so you could move. “ remember i end in twenty minutes— oh, could you get my pink lemonade from that place we went? ” at the end of your sentence you pouted as you always did when asking him to do something for you (which was almost every moment of the day), your pink glossy lips looked so beautiful eddie had to steady himself.

“ of course, baby. wan' me to get you a cake too? ” he asked with that crazy love showing in his eyes as he watched you open your locker again just to fix your makeup, closing it again with a dramatic gasp.

“ yeah! ” you pouted again almost smiling this time. “ you, eddie munson, are the best boyfriend a girl can have. ” you came closer just to kiss his right cheek, 'booping' his nose and giggling as you went to your cheerleading practice after saying a quick and soft “ g'bye. ”

eddie could die happy in that moment.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

“ 'cause we're living in a material world, and i am a material girl! ” you hummed the rest of the song, now focused on finishing your nails as you painted them with the new nail polish eddie bought, a cute pink you didn't had before, this one had glitter on it!

your voice was something that always made eddie smile, doesn't matter if you're teasing him, explaining some movie you watched with your family, telling him about the new clothes you got, he will always pay attention just as long as he can hear your voice so, in this ocassion he had to endured the loud music of madonna you have being listening for the past hour.

seeing eddie in your room could be comical, a dark spot laying between your plushies, in a soft pink sheet with dark pink pillows; surrounded with a pink room, filled with posters of elvis presley, michael j. fox, river phoenix and paul mccartney, a big closet filled with different tones of pink, few white clothes too (those were ones nancy gifted you, smiling as she saw how excited you were of the soft material) and your iconic shoes with small heels.

there's a lot of difference between you and eddie as a couple, you are a big splash of pink with glitter while eddie is the black edgy spot you sometimes see. when you both began dating, some people in school made fun of it, thinking it was some mean prank you were pulling on eddie, everyone waiting for the punchline.

it wasn't until the whole school saw the both of you making out in the school's cafeteria that they confirmed it, in a gross way for them anyway.

you jumped out of bed when you finished painting your nails, giving eddie a kiss on his cheek as you walked to your closet, choosing your fluffy pajamas you liked to wear in this type of cold nights.

“ will you stay? ” you asked as you turned to look at him, taking your shorts and blouse off, an innocent look in your face.

if eddie was a beginner in your relationship, he would've mistaken what you were doing as a simple accident but he is better at figuring you out. the glimpse of mischief in your eyes always gave you away.

“ my, my, does my spoiled princess wishes me to stay? ” at the nickname you giggled, nodding as you put the pajamas on. he sighed, faking a (dramatic) thinking face as you whined, making your way to the bed with a pout. “ hm, i don't know if i should... have you been a good girl for me? ” he asked with a soft teasing tone in his voice, watching you crawl next to him in the bed.

“ i'm always a good girl for you! ” you whined again, looking up at him with those pretty bambi eyes and as you cuddled to him feeling the warmth of his body, you saw how a smile appear on his face.

“ well then, i will obey my little girl's orders. ” you laughed, that soft laugh you keep just for him to hear, he always knew the real you.

“ goodnight. ” after a small yawn you left your hands in his chest, resting your cheek in his shoulders while he turned the cute night lamp you had next to his side of the bed, kissing your head as he mumbled a goodnight as well.

eddie stayed there, staring at the ceiling and smiling a little for a few minutes before closing his eyes. he can take your mother screaming at him for sleeping in your room tomorrow — for now he just wants to enjoy the feeling of your body against his, the feeling of you and just you.

#yandere!eddie munson #yandere eddie munson x reader #yandere eddie munson #dark!eddie munson #dark eddie munson x reader #dark eddie munson

[z0mbieb0ybyersblog]

request rules!

HOW TO REQUEST

— requests can be sent through my inbox! aka the button on my profile that says request

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WHAT I WILL WRITE:

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male, female, and gender neutral reader

or no reader, I do ships too!!

alternative universe: soulmates, coffee shop, roommates, royal, bookstore, fake relationship, coworkers, neighbors, flower shop, library, bodyguard, modern era, band/rockstar, celebrity, mermaid, pirate, teachers (you can also mix them in your request, like asking for bookstore and coffee shop au! if that makes sense)

Headcanons, one-shots, drabble, imagine, etc.

poly relationships, whether it be character x reader x character or character x character x character 

angst

fluff

smut

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

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illegal ships (incest or underage)

dark or yandere

abuse

abortion

pregnancy

omega verse

someone having cancer

rape/sexual assault

canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)

character list

bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!

DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

#ao3 #fanfic #masterlist #james potter #marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #911 fox #red white and royal blue #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #eleventh doctor #doctor who #tenth doctor #david tennant #rose tyler #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #ted lasso #jamie tartt #the outsiders #marvel #matt murdock #james & peter & remus & sirius #peter parker #star wars #the mandalorian #request #request rules #hogwarts legacy

[oneforthemunny]

yandere!eddie munson x reader series masterlist

part one: have i the right?

part two: happy together

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #masterlist #yandere!eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson #yandere!eddie #yandere!eddie munson x fem!reader #yandere!eddie munson x female reader #dark!eddie munson x fem!reader #dark!eddie munson x y/n #dark!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson #dark!fic #eddie munson x fem!reader angst #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson au #eddie munson au #eddie x fem!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie my love <3 #eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things

[famwhy]

Right Way Up (03)

Stranger Things

Yandere! Steve Harrington X F!Reader, Yandere! Eddie Munson X F!Reader, Yandere! Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Synopsis: You always hated when your favourite characters died in shows or movies; always longed to have the opportunity to save them. So when you're transported into one of your favourite shows of all time, what else are you supposed to do besides save your beloved characters?

Warnings: Threat/violence, Gore, Mentions of sexual content (implicit), Death, Manipulation, Depictions of toxic relationships, Drugs and alcohol abuse

Note: I know Steve's initials are on this chapter but that doesn't mean this chapter is focused on him, just a head's up.

prev part. masterlist. next part.

03. bring unto me altruism

trait: s.h.

"YOU know him?"

Your gaze wandered over the top of the BMW, breaking away from the (very sturdy-looking) back of Billy Hargrove to instead lock eyes with Steve Harrington—the latter of which had his own optics thoroughly narrowed in your direction.

"Huh?"

"The new guy—" he scoffed out, and you watched as his lips tugged down, brows furrowed very harshly, "—do you know him?"

Ah, shit. You have got to stop slipping up, Y/N.

"No." The response came out quick—and you turning around to face Billy again came quicker. He was still walking off—skinny jeans making it almost impossible to ignore his figure, very clearly outlining his... ahem just as they had in the show. "I certainly wouldn't mind getting to know him, though."

"Ew, gross."

"Oh please, like you can talk."

"I can talk, actually, and—hey! Where are you going?" 

Midway through his sentence, you had started off towards the school, strutting after the dirty blonde with just as much feigned confidence in your walk as he.

It was rude to walk off halfway through a conversation but that was probably the least of your worries right now. You had a plan and if you wanted to execute it, you couldn't let Billy out of your sight.

"Y/N?"

"Just heading to class, don't worry. Walk Nancy to her first period then head to yours, 'kay? I'll be fine."

What exactly were you doing? Simple—remember the other day when you had no clue where you were going and had to rely on Steve to get you to your classes? Well, today, you could follow Billy Hargrove and, with any luck, you'd end up finding the counselor without having to ask for help and sounding suspicious.

Although, the last of anyone's guesses as to why you were acting peculiar would be that you came from a whole other world; one wherein they were all characters on a screen with almost three-quarters of them being completely irrelevant to the plot and, therefore, not even paid the littlest of attention to by the audience.

Still, better to be safe than sorry.

You had many more worries running rampant in your mind, all loud and overwhelming, grand and all-consuming—almost to the point where you had bumped into the defined back of the 80s bad boy; a defined back which, all of a sudden, wasn't moving like it was just moments ago. 

Why did he stop?

The answer to that question was written clearly on the solid plate stuck to the blank, beaten door before you: COUNSELOR.

Your ears perked up as a jingle sounded from the metal knob, a strong, slightly-tanned hand wrapped firmly around it.

The door refused to budge.

"Ah shit," came the steady curse of the broad male. His body had shifted after that, and even an idiot could tell that he was about to turn around, so you did what any sane person would do—you flung yourself to the side and crashed your butt against one of the chairs snugly tucked against the wall.

Ouch... you'd think the chairs next to the guidance counselor's office would be a little more comfy to land on. 

If Billy had found your actions at all weird, he showed no signs of it—choosing, instead, to plop himself down on the seat next to you; pink lips pulled into a straight line and ocean-blue gaze as cool as steel. If eyes were the windows to the soul, then Billy's glass panes were sure-as-hell foggy beyond belief because you hadn't grasped a single glance at his soul.

But... you still knew what it looked like, the shattered crystals left behind in the wake of his past, ready to prick whoever dared come near with their razor-sharp edges—and that thought had your heart squeezing painfully, both in sympathy and guilt; sympathy for his unfortunate circumstances and... guilt for knowing so much about this boy who hadn't a single clue that you existed before... well, any of this.

"'S there a reason for your staring, princess?"

You blinked, all of a sudden being the recipient of a grin that didn't quite seem to reach the eyes of the sender.

"Huh?"—damn, caught lost in thought again—"Oh! Uh, you're my new neighbour, right?"

He arched a brow.

"Cherry Lane?" You added. "My brother told me someone moved in and you don't look like anyone I know."

His mouth stayed sewn shut and you chose to keep going.

"I think I saw you get out of your car earlier too, there was a California tag on it, is that where you used to live?"

Again. No words. Though, this time, his lips pulled taut and any sign of that previous expression had vanished.

"I always thought the Golden Coast was pretty." You weren't an idiot, you saw the change in his expression—the shift in his gaze—but you didn't let it stop you, continuing to speak with a small, gentle smile, "I'm thinking of going one day."

His eyes had softened a little at that, and he parted his lips—looking as though he was about to speak—when, all of a sudden, a sound reverberated through the near-empty hall, and he closed them once more, raising a brow before sending a pointed look your way.

You felt it coming, the rumble deep down in the pits of your stomach, but you were helpless in stopping it—in containing it—and it arrived before you could even blink—

—a low growl.

Your fist rose up, a light cough leaving your mouth as your gaze awkwardly drifted to the side. "I, uh, didn't eat this morning."

Silence.

Then—to your utter surprise—soft, mirthful chuckles flooded your ears, causing you to whip your head around so fast, you almost sprained your poor neck. Beside you was a sight for sore eyes; one that resulted in your jaw dropping all the way to the floor and your eyes practically bulging out with how much they'd widened.

Billy Hargrove—the Billy Hargrove—was laughing.

His soft, golden curls bounced with each bout of snickers that left his mouth—beautiful, azure eyes crinkled and barely visible past his squinted lids—and yet—they still looked just as striking as usual, as mesmerising and jaw-dropping as on TV—if not, more so.

And then, it really sank in.

You made Billy Hargrove laugh.

And it wasn't some fake, obligatory giggle—nor was it that little, psychotic laugh he did when hysteria clouded his usually-cold gaze—no, it was full-blown, genuine laughter. And you caused it.

That thought had your chest swelling with a lot more pride than it probably should've—

"What's up with the tattoo?"

The question left his mouth much more comfortably than his previous words, flowing out with a small, slightly-smug quirk of his lips, and it took you a moment to register the fact that he had stopped chuckling, his gaze having drifted down—specifically, towards your wrist.

You trailed his gaze, finding yourself being met with the three, thick lines that had been there since the day you arrived in this world and—unsure of why they were there yourself—you shrugged. "Dunno, I think I got it while blackout drunk once."

Something about your response must've been funny because he officially chuckled for the second time since meeting you. "I didn't know you country folk knew how to party that hard."

Now, you might've not been from Hawkins yourself but... something about the way he said that had your eyes narrowing slightly in his direction, and you sprung up from your seat, the underside of your thighs suddenly being greeted by cold air.

"Watch it. We can party just as hard as you Calis."

Your pupils grew shaky as you stood there, watching the next set of his actions with a tingling feeling deep down in your stomach.

One hand on his denim-clad knee, defined biceps flexing as he slowly rose up—your eyes rising with him. And as he took a step closer to you—lips twitching further up with a glint in his eyes you couldn't quite discern—you found yourself starting to slowly lose your breath, hands growing just the slightest bit clammy with the sudden blaze of active nerves you were struck with.

"Yeah?"

You gulped. "Yeah."

You felt hyper-aware as a rough, sun-kissed hand slid around your waist—fitting perfectly against the curve of your back, slowly dragging you closer, and sending a flurry of pleasant tingles straight up your spine to meet with the group that started to steadily arise in your chest; a chest that was mere millimetres from the thin, cotton material that covered his own.

Then, he leaned towards your ear, lips grazing the lobe as he whispered—a sultry lull bleeding into his tone—"Why don't you show me just how hard you can party, huh?"

Your breath audibly hitched in your throat but—before you could fret over what he'd say next, how he'd respond to your silly, little fumble—a 'click!' sounded from your side, and you threw yourself straight out of his sturdy arms quicker than a bolt of lightning—just in time, too, for the face of an older woman emerged from within the office not even moments later.

"Ah," the lady nodded, "you must be William."

Your eyes flitted over to him just in time to catch the way his jaw ticked.

"It's Billy, actually." And when he responded, his voice came out cold, different to the playful lilt it held just moments before.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the name struck a nerve.

"Ah, my bad. Would you like to come in and grab your schedule, Billy?"

He didn't respond but did as she asked, brushing past you to walk into the smaller room, only sharing a brief few seconds of eye-contact as he walked past—but those brief few seconds were enough to grant you just a tiny glimpse into the thunderous storm hidden within the pools of his irises—

—and as the door shut behind him, your lips tugged down.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the way his muscles seemed to tense up at the mention of California, freeze in what you could safely assume was caused by his longing to return to the freedom of his home state.

To be forced to depart from your home was nothing new, but you truly felt for Billy and his circumstances. His dad was more than hard on him—he was downright abusive, and Billy was forced to endure it without a single soul in his corner to help him through it, to guide him down the right path and teach him how to break out of the cycle of abuse he was forced into upon being born.

He was only eighteen. A goddamn child. He shouldn't have had to go through what he did.

He should've had the chance to redeem himself.

But that chance was squandered in Season 3, ripped from him akin to how his life was—a grotesque limb of mixed flesh having pierced through his chest, several other messed-up tentacles latched painfully onto his sides, bleeding him dry, draining the life from his eyes.

He didn't deserve to die.

Officially bummed-out by your own trail of thoughts, you heaved out a sigh before your ears perked up at a familiar 'click!' and your head snapped to the door again.

Out came Billy, the smug twitch of his lips back on his face—it was so comfortably situated there, in fact, that if any other person had seen it, they'd have assumed it was there the whole time.

But, despite him looking perfectly fine as he walked out of the old office, you still felt the urge to fly into his arms and wrap him in an embrace filled to the brim with promises; promises to at least provide him some level of support for what he was going through and what he would go through. Though, unlike with Eddie, you couldn't act upon it.

See, Billy and Eddie were two completely different people—where Eddie had brushed off your sudden hug quite easily—happily welcomed it, even—Billy would definitely question it, especially considering the fact that he didn't even know who you were.

And so, although it took all of your willpower, you refrained from throwing yourself onto him—choosing, instead, to stand still as he sauntered over, fingers rising up to brush against your shoulder gently; teasingly.

"See ya 'round, princess."

Instantly, a flurry of tiny, winged creatures erupted in your stomach, sending tingles through your body—up your spine to seize you at your throat, clawing into your windpipe and rendering you motionless in astonishment and awe and—

Was it just you or was it getting hot in here?

"Y/N?" You blinked, attention turning to the dark-haired female suddenly stood before you. "What are you doing here?"

Forcing yourself to forget that... whatever that was, you let a small, sheepish smile curve onto your lips. "Actually, miss, do you mind if I ask for a reprint of my schedule?"

"A reprint?" She rose a brow, arms slowly folding over her chest. "I thought you already had it memorised."

"Oh, uh,"—cue a small, nervous giggle—"you see, it kinda like... slipped my mind, y'know? And I already lost my old one so... can I have that reprint?"

She stood there for a little while longer—letting you really bask in the glory of her heavy judgement—before finally heaving out a sigh through her nose, sounding like she just aged up another ten years as she spun on her heel, full, brown curls bouncing after her.

The ground was smooth, friction practically non-existant as you rocked on your heels, awaiting the piece of paper with bated breath. The ticks of the clock suddenly didn't seem so much like white noise anymore as impatience furrowed your brows and your teeth jutted out, sinking a little into your bottom lip in anticipation.

Then, with a loud, echoing, "Y/N!"—someone had called out to you, but their voice was too high-pitched to be the one you were looking to hear—not to mention the fact that it came from the hall to your right as opposed to the office in front of you.

Your head whipped around just in time to have your whole body jerk a little as a girl skidded to an abrupt stop right next to you, her brown, soft-looking hair bouncing with an almost unnecessary amount of volume.

In her hands were several pieces of bright orange paper, all inked with a few words you couldn't quite make out—not without squinting at least.

"Hey!"

"Uh, hey..."

Who the hell was this again?

"How have you been? You haven't been to practice for a while now, the girls are pretty worried." As she spoke, she tucked a stray strand behind her ear and you squinted—trying to figure out where you'd seen her in the show.

"Oh, uh, I've just been a little sick, that's all."—seriously, who was this girl?—"I'm fine now though."

"That's great to hear!" She beamed, though her smile didn't quite seem to reach her eyes. "Listen, I'm having this party on Halloween and... I wanted you to be the first invite."

She extended one hand—flyer fit snugly between her fingertips—and you reached out, wrapping your fingers around the other end before she released it.

Eyes falling down, you took in the words written in... well, you didn't even know what font that was: TINA'S HALLOWEEN BASH. Come and get Sheet Faced.

Oh, so this was Tina.

"You'll be there, right?"

Your eyes flew back up and you were met with her intense gaze, swirling with a desperate, expectant plea you were almost saddened to see.

"Yeah," you nodded, "I'll be there."

If anyone saw the way her shoulders fell and the muscles on her face relaxed at your words, they would've assumed you took some sort of heavy anvil off her shoulders, freeing her of some sort of imaginary weight that was supposedly weighing her down.

"Thank you," she breathed out, voice practically inaudible over the air leaving her lungs.

Damn, were you that influential?—so much so that your presence would make or break a party?

"No problem?" 

If you were being completely honest, you had no idea what to think of Tina—her character wasn't very explored in the show considering the fact that her role was very minor, the only thing she was really used for was the Halloween bash. But just from these few minutes with her alone, you could tell she was someone who heavily valued reputation.

"Okay, well, I should go," her voice pierced through your thoughts. "I'm thinking of inviting the new kid."

You parted your lips—about to say goodbye—when she twirled around and took off running, not even bothering to spare another glance your way.

Rude.

But as your gaze drifted down to the piece of paper in your hands once more, you found yourself uncaring of her rather unorthodox departure—too busy thinking about... something else.

"Y/N, here's your schedule."

Ah, nevermind the bash, you had your schedule now. You could finally know where you were meant to be for each period—albeit, it would take you a while to actually find the places but at least you knew what subjects you were meant to be in during the week. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Speaking of class, you were long overdue for your first period—

—and your teacher seemed to agree on that too, judging by the harsh glare situated on his face as soon as your sheepish form walked through the door. But hey, could he blame you? No, you were just trying to find your way around this stupid maze of a school.

Luckily, getting to your second class was much easier seeing as you passed it on your way to the first—but that didn't make it any less difficult to have to sit through. You were in Stranger Things—for fuck's sake!—what the hell did Newton's Third Law have to do with it?

You weren't ashamed to admit that you didn't pay attention to any of the other classes leading up to lunch—nor were you opposed to confessing the huge sigh of relief you let out once the long break period finally arrived, because—c'mon—who the hell paid attention to class when they just got transported to another world?

Not you.

So yes, you were currently happily strolling through the halls with your arms crossed over your books as you hugged said items to your chest, no sign of Steve in sight—but, you did catch a glimpse of a very familiar Lion's mane by a set of grey lockers in the corner of your eye.

"Eddie!"

Your voice must've come suddenly because he jumped as soon as you called out to him, head turning your way and one hand situating itself above his heart after he saw you. "Oh, Y/N!"

Your lips twitched up at just the sight of him. "What happened to 'sweetheart'?"

"Oh, uh, you want me to call you that? In front of all these people?"

And just like that, your lips tugged down. "Of course, why would that be a problem? Unless you're uncomfortable with it yourself—in which case, you don't have to call me by it."

Immediately, his head shook from side-to-side, messy hair bouncing crazily along with it. "No, no, not at all... sweetheart."

You'd be lying if you said that the nickname didn't garner a reaction from you; didn't result in your chest swirling with a blazing warmth.

Though, it also seemed to result in the jaw of the person stood next to him dropping to the floor; the same person you had just noticed was there in the first place. He had hair that was just as curly as Eddie's, but—unlike the male you knew—his was cut shorter, barely reaching past his ears really.

You knew this guy, he was one of Eddie's friends.

What was his name again? It started with a G. Let's see... Gavin..? No... Gary..? No...

Oh!

"Gareth right?" Relief washed through your insides when his head nodded, eyes wide and seeming to look through you, almost as if he couldn't even believe you were there, "It's so nice to meet another friend of Eddie's!"

"Another?" He seemed to have shot out of his trance at that, and it wasn't long before he gave you an incredulous look, gaze flickering over from you to Eddie, to you to Eddie, over and over again.

Then, all too suddenly, he pulled on the other male's arm and yanked him to the side—not even 3 feet of you—before resuming, "You're friends with the Queen Bee? How the hell did that happen?"

"You think I know?!"

Eddie's response was enough to garner a chuckle from you, causing both boys to quickly return their gazes to your form. Before they could comment on their fuck-up however, another voice came bellowing down the hall, calling out to you.

"Y/N!" 

Unlike with Gareth before, you recognised that pretty face paired with those luscious ginger strands of hair straight away. How could you not? You had practically seen a thousand edits of them along with the 'Chrissy Wake Up' song on TikTok. Kinda hard to forget her after the Internet did its magic.

Though, it wasn't exactly unpleasant to be meeting her, and so, you gave her as bright a smile as you could muster. "Chrissy! Hey!"

"Hi!" She beamed right back at you, but unlike Tina, Chrissy's smile genuinely reached her glinting eyes, even going as far as adorably crinkling them up a little. "Tina said you were feeling fine now, do you mind coming to practice today? Only if you're okay! I know you've been sick so take as much rest as you need and don't feel pressured."

How the hell could you say no to that?

"Yeah, okay, sure! I'll come with you to practice."

You weren't sure how it was possible, but she seemed to light up even further at that, almost blinding you like the little ball of sunshine she was.

In fact, she was so distracting, you almost forgot the presence of the two boys dressed in a completely different colour pallet to you. Keyword: almost.

"Looks like that's my cue." You turned their way—if only to save your eyesight from genuinely deteriorating due to the light that was Chrissy. "It was nice meeting you, Gareth. Good to see you again, Eddie."

Just before departing, you ghosted your fingers over the covered shoulder of Eddie, wiggling them about like you had done to Steve just the day prior; a signature goodbye, if you will.

And as you walked down the halls, you picked up on one last thing coming from Gareth's mouth... one last thing that was enough to drill your feet straight into the ground.

"Eddie? Eddie, wake up!"

That phrase... 

Flashes of Season 4 infiltrated your gaze; of the unfortunate victims that had their lives stripped from them; of the very girl stood next to you's body flying up, limbs distorting as they snapped irregularly, eyes not even having the pleasure of losing light with how unjustly they were gauged out from her.

Had you messed up somehow?

Had the events of Season 4 ended up being triggered too early by your mere existence?

The questions overwhelmed you—flooded through your senses and clogged up your airways with their untimely arrival. You were a puppet and they were the strings, ushering you to turn around; to rid yourself of the wool pulled over your eyes—of the blissful ignorance surrounding your form—and, helpless to their influence, you did exactly that.

Slowly, your head reared backwards—the room spinning around you—and your eyes were greeted by a welcome sight; one that breathed life back into your limbs.

Eddie stood there—eyes still very much on his face—with a familiar, light blush spread across his cheeks. Even as his form was being rapidly shook by his dear friend, he remained still, gaze trained on you. He only seemed to have snapped out of it after making proper eye-contact with you.

Two blinks. A small, shy raised hand. And a tiny wave.

False alarm. He was just flustered.

It made sense, your previous actions could be interpreted as flirting after all—and to be honest, you didn't really mind if it was (again, the Eddie Munson)—but, you'd be lying if you said he didn't just give you a bit of a scare there.

The sentence that just came out of Gareth's mouth was the very same, infamous sentence uttered by Eddie's lips just before the first death of Season 4—a rather brutal death involving the very ball of sunshine that was just tasked to retrieve you.

Speaking of that ball of sunshine��

"Y/N, you coming?"

You blinked, quickly returning Eddie's wave before whipping your head back around to face the ginger next to you once again.

You had to admit, it was very surreal coming face-to-face with people from the show who were meant to die—it felt kinda like seeing a ghost, and a part of you (just a teensy-weensy, little part) found it... well... unsettling.

But, that was just a small part.

"Yeah. Let's go."

You shook off the residual fear that lingered from that little moment before finally continuing to follow Chrissy down the hall. 

The whole walk was full of her detailing you on the failed practices of the cheerleaders in your absence. Apparently, Heather tried and failed to do a cartwheel into a back-flip as part of one of the routines before dramatically throwing her pompoms to the ground and angrily muttering that you could do it instead.

You had no idea who Heather was but you wished you were there to see it.

Oh, and—with you gone—it seemed as though a lot of the girls had taken to slacking off, opting to gaze longingly at the sweaty boys that played basketball just across the Gym instead of actually being productive.

You doubted that would get any better with Billy around now.

"Well, well, well," a high-pitched voice sliced through your thoughts and you blinked, finally noticing that you arrived at the Gym. "Look who finally decided to show up."

You recognised that puffed-up, blonde hair from the first day of your arrival, the stance she took on being an almost-exact replica of the one back in the infirmary.

"Finally done punching the daylights out of some random freak in school?" She scoffed out.

"Sarah," Chrissy hissed from beside you, "don't say that. Y/N's been sick recently."

"Sick of being just as aggressive as her brother?" Sarah rolled her eyes.

Before you could retort with your own defense, however, someone else had piped in—that person being a brunette with rather short, straight hair, "You're talking like you don't wanna fuck him."

Uh—what?

"Jenny!" Your eyes flitted over to the blonde just in time to catch her reddened cheeks.

"What? It's true, isn't it?"

"Whatever, let's just..."

Sarah trailed off there, jaw hanging open as her eyes seemed to land on something not within your immediate eyesight. And when you found yourself following her gaze—you located the subject of her interest, the lack of words suddenly making sense.

Golden curls you had the pleasure of seeing up close just this morning were farther now, having just barely passed through the entrance. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips as the electricity in his eyes zapped through the Gym before finally landing on you, lips edging up into what you could only call a smirk.

It wasn't long before he sauntered over, practically demanding all of the attention in the room with his walk; attention which was happily handed over to him on a sleek, silver plate.

"All this time I've been calling you princess... when you've really been a queen," as he spoke—voice as husky as ever—a teasing lilt laced into his tone, intensifying his gaze and overwhelming you with his suffocating presence. "Why didn't you say anything, dollface?"

Breathe, Y/N, breathe. Stand your ground. 

You tried to, you really did—but, the only way you'd be able to keep your composure right now was by closing your eyes and pretending you didn't see him—

—so you did exactly that.

Your lashes fluttered shut and you envisioned a blank sea of darkness before uttering out a response, "Didn't think it was important."

"Yeah?" Now, while you might not have been able to see him, you could still very well hear him, and his voice was nothing short of the perfect mixture between smooth and rough and—

Stop. It.

For your own sake—and for fear of further falling apart—you chose not to say anything and only nodded.

That was a mistake.

Instant regret hit you square in the face when you felt the gentle touch of a few, rough fingers against your chin, tilting your head just enough to rest at an angle before a surge of warm air tickled your lashes.

And as he spoke—lips almost grazing your closed lids—those familiar flying pests made their home in your stomach, "Where'd those pretty eyes of yours go? Didn't seem to stop wanting to use them this morning."

Damn him and his smoothness.

In an effort to continue to save face, you resorted to squeezing your eyes even further shut—paying no mind to the blissful warmth slowly coating your form or the teasing snickers that left the bad boy's mouth; snickers which you could practically feel the vibrations of.

"What's the matter? Have I rendered Miss Queen Bee speechless?" 

Your vision was dark but you could still see the smug smirk on his face. Just wait until you gathered yourself, you were gonna make him ten times more flustered than you—just wait.

The light clearing of a throat suddenly served as a reminder that you two weren't the only ones in the room and you found yourself feeling a little... cold when Billy pulled away.

Cold? Ugh, once again, damn him and his smoothness.

Finally deeming it safe to do so, you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light once more before you were finally able to make out the slowly-shrinking figure of Billy Hargrove. But just as he reached the entrance of the Gym once more, he paused, one hand firmly gripping onto the frame as he called out to you over his shoulder.

"Keep your bed nice and warm for me, will ya, dollface?"

Your jaw dropped.

Someone else then said something along the lines of 'oh my god' but—if you were being honest—you were barely able to hear it over the echo of Billy's snickers as he walked away, completely amused by your reaction no doubt.

He was so unequivocally bold, you almost couldn't believe it.

"Uh, guys, I think I'm gonna take a raincheck on practice today." But, it seemed as though the other girls definitely could—judging by how the very girl who said this rushed right after Billy.

"Me too!"

"Yeah, uh, I think I'm feeling a little sick."

"Well, I, for one, am chasing up that boy."

"Not if I get him first!"

And as a majority of them rushed after the handsome male, you found yourself deadpanning.

"Bruh."

You definitely couldn't blame them though, the rest of your day was spent recalling all those scenes with him after all. Even Steve noticed your absent-mindedness in the last period of the day—trying several outlandish things to grab your attention that he only informed you of once the lesson was over.

You didn't even notice him waving his arms wildly in front of your face while the teacher's back was turned.

And even as you walked beside him, Nancy strutting ahead of the two of you after you'd picked her up from class, you still had your head roaming around in the clouds.

"Hey, Y/N?" 

You hummed, half-listening, half-not.

Steve then leaned further your way, shoulder brushing your own as he whispered against your ear. "Wish me good luck?"

You blinked up at him, having paid enough attention to scrunch up your nose in confusion and ask, "Good luck for what?"

"The dinner. At Barb's?" 

A few more blinks.

And then—

"Ohhhhh."

Nancy turned around at that, and Steve was quick to hush you. He only resumed talking when she faced forward once more—albeit, slower than she turned around.

"What are you doing? Trying to get me in trouble?!" His whisper came out harsh, and you winced a little.

"Alright, alright, gheez." 

His attitude seemed to be at an all-time high because he rolled his eyes after that. "I just... don't get why I have to go to this stupid dinner anyway."

"Steve." It was your turn to harshly whisper. "Don't say that. Nancy needs closure, this dinner is exactly that."

You felt for Steve just a tad bit, it wasn't his best friend that died after all (thank god for that) but that didn't mean he got to complain about attending a dinner his girlfriend wanted him to be at because he was there the night of the first attack; of the first murder.

See, Barbara (or Barb) had been Nancy's best friend—the two being practically attached by the hip—so of course the night she died would be one that Nancy deeply regretted, and of course she would want closure with the parents of her best friend. It just made sense.

In fact, the whole reason why she did any of what she did in Season 2 was so that she could inform Barb's parents (who still thought their child was out there somewhere) that their kid was, in fact, dead.

"Y/N, you there?"

Caught in a monologue? Seriously, Y/N? What are you, the main character?

"Yeah, I'm here."

Seeing as you were already outside and stood right by Steve's car—you slotted your hand between the cold of both the handle and the door before pulling it open, leaping straight in, and causing the whole vehicle to jerk in a symphony of loud clangs from sheer force.

"Hey! Careful!" It seemed like your music wasn't appreciated by Steve though.

"Relax. It's not like I broke it or anything—" feeling like messing with him—because duh—a smirk slowly twitched onto your lips, "—besides, it's excited to see me, aren't you, girl?"

Steve let out another hiss when you patted the seat a little too harshly—sounding akin to a pissed off feline which just made him seem less menacing and more adorable.

Ha, you tried, Steve, you tried.

The click of the passenger door drew your eyes over to Nancy's form, watching as her legs entered one at a time before she took a seat and turned your way—"We're dropping you off then heading straight over to Barb's."—then, turning to Steve, "Right, Steve?"

You could already hear the grumbled out 'yes' coming from him and you only sent him a grin seeping with amusement when he met your gaze through the rear-view mirror—your lips stretching further as he mouthed the words 'help me' with anguish in his eyes.

"You two have fun, yeah?"

You said the sentence to piss Steve off even further but when you caught a glimpse of the look on Nance's face, a pang shot straight through your chest.

Her eyes had this far-away look about them as her lips curved up by a very small amount—though there was no joy in it, only grief.

"Hey..." you placed one hand on the shoulder of her seat, using it to pull yourself forward as you furrowed your brows, worry clouding your gaze. "You alright?"

She sniffled a little before waving her hand and nodding in response. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. Let's go."

Your lips tugged down and you shared a look with your best friend before he started the engine, breathing life into the vehicle as you slowly lowered your body back down onto the leather seat.

She wasn't fine; even without knowledge from the show, you could tell. She might not have been crying but her lip was definitely quivering a little and her eyes... well, they just weren't all... present in the moment.

But, she would be fine. And that was enough.

Besides, though it was cold to say, you had bigger things to worry about. Nancy would get help from Jonathan in order to come to terms with Barb's death—meanwhile, you had no one to help you out with all the spare knowledge you stored in your brain; with all the premonitions (if you could call it that) you were blessed with.

Perhaps it was time you started preparing for another bout with the demodogs—you were Steve's best friend, after all; that probably meant you'd most likely end up facing the dogs together with him later on in the Season.

"Y/N."

You perked up at the call of your name, shaking away the thoughts clinging to your brain.

"We're here."

Lo and behold, so it seemed you were, the familiar sidewalk leading up to your house being visible through the clear glass panes beside you.

Clicking open the door, you took one step out before swinging the rest of your body to follow after, and once you closed the door again, you walked over to the passenger-side window—shoes barely making a sound against the ground—before your knees bent down a little and you tapped lightly against the glass.

"Let the Hollands know I wish them the best, okay?" You offered a gentle smile to the girl sat before you, and she tried her best to muster one up in return.

"Okay..."

"See you guys." 

And with a brief wave, you quickly spun around and headed towards the relatively-normal house.

You now—thankfully—had keys of your own so there was no need to knock or anything. Well—it was more like you had them all this time but didn't know where they were and just so happened to find them the other day but—details, details.

After fiddling with the keys a little, you heard a 'click!' and pushed against the handle before entering, one hand moving behind you to carefully shut the door.

"I'm home."

Curt's voice was the first to greet you—albeit, not very genuinely. "Congratulations, want a trophy?"

Uh, yes, actually. You would very much like a trophy after coming back home in one piece in the world of Stranger Things.

"We're having pasta tonight!" Luckily, Cain's words were a lot more welcoming than the other brother.

So, as was your right, you ignored your second oldest brother in favour of responding to the first. "Ooh! Pasta?!"

You had to admit, his cooking the other night was rather good—okay, it was magnificent, you just didn't wanna admit it because you stormed off the other day before being able to properly finish it.

But now that you could—

Before you could finish that train of thought, three loud knocks resounded through the room, no doubt coming from the door behind you.

Huh.

Was that Steve? Did he forget to say something?

You lightly wrapped your palm around the handle, turning it slowly before the door was open once more, a sudden, light breeze hitting you square in the face—

—though, the breeze could never be more sudden than who you saw at the door.

It wasn't your swooshy-haired companion to greet you on the other side—no—but rather, an older woman with barely visible bags underneath her drooping eyes; eyes which seemed to have lost all light, almost appearing chillingly lifeless—

—well, that was until they lit up at the sight of you.

"Oh, Y/N! Baby! I've missed you so much!"

And as she threw herself onto your form—arms engulfing you wholly, emotionally—you found yourself blanking out for once, only one thought popping up in your head:

What. The. Fuck.

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"𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝟗"

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭. 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕).

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧 ���𝐞𝐚𝐫.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰.

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

"𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐭" 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧" 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝.

"𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞"

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃&𝐃 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐀𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃&𝐃 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝.

"𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬" 𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝.

𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐍𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

"𝐅𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐜𝐤" 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦

"𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬, 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞." 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞, " 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲."

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 "𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥".

𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, "𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"𝐎𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫" 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, "𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞"

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨,𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 "𝐘/𝐍!"

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞.

"𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝒓𝒖𝒏.

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐈𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬.

𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬, "𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤."

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝.

#x reader #fandom #fanfiction #for entertainment purposes only #fanfic #stranger things #vecna stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #x black fem reader #x black reader #stranger things x y/n #yandere stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #yandere #yandere x reader #eddie munson x you #shitty writing #stranger things season 4

[ihatethis1234]

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

You can call me kai, vex or vexian, Kurt my pronouns are he/him, I'm a trans gay guy, my favorite song is in-a-gadda-da-vida by Iron Butterfly my favorite animal is a raccoons I'm a fan of ghost, rammenstien, queen, pink Floyd, the beatles, rob Zombie, alice cooper, misfits, bon jovi, mindless self indulgence, insane clown posse, and system of a down.

My favorite movies include, black christmas, Halloween, friday the 13th, house of a thousand corpses, scream, the boy, and Texas chainsaw massacre 1 and 2.

I am local to the Ohio area so my time zone is est/ eastern Standard time.

My favorite characters are choptop Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer, nubbins sawyer, micheal myers, Jason Voorhees, Billy lenz, Billy Loomis, and brahms heelshire.

My Spotify is 𝓥𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓷 you can copy it and search it in Spotify

I'm a Satanist

I am learning to speak german

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

~{Charaters}~

Alejandro -Cod

Argyle - Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove -Stranger Things

Billy Lenz -Black Christmas

Billy Loomis -Scream

Bo Sinclair - house of wax

Brahms Heelshire -The Boy

Bubba sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre

Captain Spaulding-House Of A Thousand Corpses

ChopTop Sawyer-Texas chainsaw massacre 2

Corey Cunningham-Halloween Ends

Drayton Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Gaz -Cod

Geralt - The Witcher

Ghost - Cod

Harry Warden - My Bloody Valentine

Jack in the box mascot - it obvious where he's from.

Jareth The Goblin King - Labyrinth

Jason Voorhees -Friday The 13Th

Jhon Price -Cod

könig -Cod

Lester -house of wax

Micheal Myers -Halloween

Nubbins Sawyer -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre

Otis Driftwood -House Of A Thousand Corpses

Secoundo - Ghost

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Thomas Hewitt -Texas Chainsaw

Massacre The Beginning

Vincent Sinclair - house of wax

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. Comfort

. Horror

{Smut dos}

. The characters on the list above

. Slow build

. Porn with plot

. Sub reader

. Survice Sub reader

. Male reader

. Cis male reader

. Trans male reader (ftm)

{Kinks i absolutely write for}

. Blood kinks

. BDSM

. Bondage

. Choking

. Overstim

. Edging

. Anything rough (minus rape)

. Body worship

. Sex to music (idk what it's called)

. Foreplay

. Knife play (non traumatic)

. Gun play (non traumatic)

. Size kink

. Masochic

. Sadistic

. Crying (non forced way)

. Mutual masturbation

. Soft sex

. Soft Dom characters allowed

. After care

. No after cares allowed to

. NSFW ABCs

. Headcanons

{Smut mabeys}

. Forced (as long as content I'd giving at some point)

. Stalking

(unless it's a slasher that does that)

{Smut donts}

. Piss kinks

. Fences kinks

. Feet kinks

. Pedophila

. pro ships

. Charater x character

. Necrophilia

. Death kinks

. Gun play (traumatic)

. Knife play (traumatic)

. Female reader

. Dom reader

. Asking me to write with a character that isn't on the list (goes for all) unless I reply say I will once I watch the series.

. Rape

. Pet play (it makes me uncomfy)

(You can ask me if I will write for a character tho if it's not on the list)

{Fluff/ comfort dos}

. Mental break down comfort

. Cuddling

. Dysphoria comfort

. Motivational

. Nightmare comfort

. After care fic

. Soft head cannons

{Angst dos}

. Readers death (reaction)

. Character death

. Injured

. Fainted

. Arguments

(That's all I can think of rn)

{Horror fics dos}

. Slasher character

. Yandere

. Murder

. Gore

. Kidnapping

. Death

. Killer reader

. Taunting

. Stalking

. 16-30 year old reader (if the reader is 16 there will probably not be smut unless it's like stu or somthing)

. Killer couple

. Ghost reader

I will writer for NonBinary reader 𝑏𝑢𝑡 it may take longer if requested.

Under no circumstances will a write for a female reader I will write ftm but not female

Also all female allied that have a fetish for gay relationships or reader yaoi may NOT  interact with my posts you will be blocked.

Also

DO NOT ASK ME TO WRITE SMUT FOR MINORS!!

-Vexian❤️‍🔥

(Will add new characters as I watch more movies and shows)

#master list #michael myers x male reader #stu matcher #billy loomis #requests #slashers #stranger things

[motomamita]

You.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Pairing: Yandere!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Eddie meets (y/n) at work and falls madly in love for her. Their lives had changed since then, but for the better?

Warnings: smut, +18, Obsession, stalker, cursing, birth control, idk

A/N: English is NOT my first language.

Inspired by the netflix series "You".

Do not copy or translate this!

"Hey, Eddie. Can you cover while I'm going to the bathroom?" Robin Buckley, my co-worker, leaned against the counter and looked down at me.

"Sure. Take your time." I answered finishing arranging some boxes with new vinyl that had arrived.

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw her walk into the warehouse. Don't get me wrong, Robin is a good girl, she just gets too bossy at work for my liking. Sometimes I need to have my space and be the one to do things without having to receive orders from behind.

I kept arranging and separating the vinyls alphabetically and then placing them in their proper places. As much as I was concentrating, it didn't go unnoticed that someone had entered the store and was walking a few meters behind me, through the section where different guitars were exhibited. I thought that it was possibly one of the typical visitors that used to pass by the store: a teenager interested in entering the world of music, some parents looking for the perfect gift for their son or even an old man who was delighted with the records of his time. But no, this time it wasn't any of those boring people. Its was You.

You were wearing shorts that let your recently shaved legs shine, i could tell by the small cuts you made by mistake with the razor. Your feet were visible thanks to the sandals, your nails well cared for and painted in a nude color. Your white blouse, despite being large, revealed your white bra that adorned your breasts and how hard your nipples were due to the strong air conditioning of the place. You wore your hair in a half ponytail, so that your neck and what appeared to be hickeys that you were trying to cover up with concealer could be seen. Dirty girl.

My observations took only a few seconds, which were quick enough for you to turn around and smile at me as if you had known me all your life. At first glance you seemed to be reserved and rescued but those hickeys and the questionable choice of bra told me otherwise. You definitely led a double life. And I wanted to know about it.

I approached with my hands held forward, playing with my rings and putting on a kind expression with which we should always receive buyers, only this time it was not false but sincere thanks to you.

"You work here?" My God. Your voice was even more precious than your entire appearance. So sweet, so innocent. I can't wait to hear you say my name and how much you love me.

I let out a laugh at your question, so naive and perhaps clumsy considering that my name was framed on a plaque that was grabbed from one of the pockets of my jean jacket. Either you are very clueless or you knew that I work here and you wanted to act disinterested.

"Guilty." I replied amused.

You laughed and I couldn't help copying you. It's probably one of the most satisfying sounds I've ever heard. You laughing thanks to me.

"Tell me. Are you looking for something in particular?" I took a quick look at the guitars on display. I knew you weren't there for the guitars. Your delicate hands give you away instantly.

"Well..." You read my name on the plaque. "...Edward." Shit, shit, shit. I think I'm going to get a boner hearing my name leave your rosy lips. "I'm not here for the guitars."

I put on my best surprised face which caused another laugh to escape from you. Inside enjoying how easy you were to read and interpret, almost as transparent as your blouse.

"Wait, wait! Let me guess." I closed my eyes for a moment, putting on my expression of maximum concentration. "Got it! You're a pianist!"

"Yes! My God! How...? How did you guess?" You asked me really surprised, almost like a little girl.

"Let me tell you that your hands are too well cared for to be a guitarist, sweetheart." I responded by leaning on one of the shelves.

Your cheeks noticeably blushed upon hearing the nickname I gave you. Your eyes made eye contact with mine for a few seconds but then you dropped them to the ground. Are you ashamed? You are shy? Does my look intimidate you? I don't know, but it's adorable.

"I left Robin in charge of a vinyl..." You looked at me again but this time your body seems to be nervous. How much effect did my words have on you?

"Okay. Follow me!"

I walked to the counter, you followed me at a safe distance. I could feel your gaze on me, you were watching me. Did you also do it when you entered?

"In whose name...?"

"(y/n) ) (y/l)"

(y/n). Such a beautiful name. Made for you and only for you.

I searched among the merchandise that we had separated until I found the vinyl that was yours. 'Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli' Wow, Italian pianist. You must do magic with those fingers. Put the vinyl in a bag and hand it to you. When you grabbed it I noticed that you were wearing a bracelet made of charms with your name, it seemed to be made by a child. Do you have siblings, (y/n)? I am excellent with children, I assure you that we could get along if you introduce him to me. He will love me as much as you will.

You opened your wallet looking for money and I noticed that you had several credit cards, something not very common in someone your age unless you were from a family with money. I wouldn't be surprised if you were, the piano is an instrument widely practiced by people with economic power.

"Keep the change." So considerate. Love it.

"I hope to see you play very soon." My words will surprise you, apparently not many appreciate your music the way I do.

"Yes, it'd be great." You nodded your head. "Thank you Edward."

"Eddie. That's what everyone calls me."

"Okay. Thanks Eddie."

"You welcome, sweerheart."

And you left with a smile on your face.

Thanks Robin for having to pee. Thanks, because I was able to meet you.

During that week we saw each other several times. Well, actually I was seeing you.

Robin told me that she met you thanks to you practicing piano at his neighbor's house, who apparently is a very gifted pianist with a great reputation.

You do indeed have money, a lot to tell the truth. I checked it when I saw you waiting for your little brother in the parking lot of your school. I would have loved to come over and talk to you but I would have had to jump the fences. Yes, you study in a different place than most. An institute for people with money and that stands out for its good training in its students. That explained why I never saw you before.

Your classes finish much earlier than your brother's. Sometimes you wait for him and they go home together. The days that you have piano lessons you return home alone in your car and your parents take care of picking he up. Forgot to mention it. You have a beautifully expensive car. You drive well, follow the signs and avoid falling into incidents. I had to follow you with my truck to account for it.

You have piano lessons 3 times a week. Monday Wednesday and Friday. Same schedule and same routine that we both follow separately, obviously. You park your car in the parking lot of the house and go down with your backpack. He greets you by rubbing your back and you walk in, disappearing from my sight but not my ears.

The practice room overlooks the garden of the house. You arrive, you practice for an hour and a half and then you leave. While I am content to hide in the neighbor's garden who, luckily for me, is on vacation and listen to you play the angelic melodies. I don't need to see you, just hear what you think is more than enough for me. You were practicing the songs on the Benedetti Michelangeli vinyl, I know because I took the work to listen to it when I found out you bought it.

On Friday the routine was the same. You leave class, go home, get ready and go to your piano lessons. My routine hasn't changed either. I skipped class earlier so I could meet you in the parking lot, I follow you home, I wait until you get out and I walk you to your classes at a reasonable distance, I don't want to take away your personal space either. I park my truck far away, so I don't let Robin or any curious neighbors know I'm there. The neighbor's fence jumped and I sit on the floor to listen to you play.

Confusingly that day the routine was broken.

Several minutes passed in which I could not hear the sound of the piano. My curiosity got the best of me, I needed to see that you were there, that you were fine. I peeked over the fence to the house, seeing it for the first time that week. The courtyard was large and not very well lit, any crazy person could get in without being seen. The practice room was connected to the courtyard by a large glass window. That's when I saw you.

Lying on your stomach on the black piano, getting fucked by your teacher.

I was surprised but not that much. I could say I saw it coming. No man in his right mind could resist you, not even your master who is twice your age. Quickly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. The hickeys, the short skirts and dresses you wore to class, the overly affectionate greetings and goodbyes he gave you. How could I be such an idiot and not realize it sooner? It turned out to be more interesting than I thought, (y/n).

My pants started to bother me from the growing boner I was getting just looking at you. I had no choice but to lower my zipper, pull my cock out and start stroking myself to ease the pain. I was probably going to feel dirty and guilty about what I was doing afterwards, but I really needed it.

My hand pumped my cock slowly and precisely as I took in every detail of you. Your white panties were up to your knees, possibly the need of the moment didn't give him time to take them off completely. Your light blue dress was up to your waist, where one of the man's hands held it. I couldn't see your breasts but I would have killed for that. Your cheeks were the same rosy color as the time I called you 'sweetheart' last week. Beads of sweat gathered on your forehead and your cooked braids weren't as neat as when you entered the house a few minutes ago.

My fist moved more quickly and purposefully now, imagining it to be your pussy. Your eyes were closed and you bit your lower lip, probably to keep from making too much noise. Your teacher's attacks became more repetitive and desperate, the most assured thing is that he was about to cum. I was not far behind, increasing my movements and keeping up with the man. Groans and deep moans emerged from my throat at the sensation that was taking over my body. I kept my gaze fixed on you, on your curves, your face and the way my name came out of your mouth the first time we met.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I groaned almost losing consciousness of my words.

My legs trembled the moment i came over my hand, soiling my pants on the spot. Your teacher finished too, staying inside you for a few moments and then coming out, revealing your sensitive pussy dripping with semen. He adjusted his pants and then handed you a towel so you could clean yourself. What a son of a bitch. If I were in his place I would clean your pussy with my tongue, tasting our fluids together. When you finished cleaning yourself, you adjusted your underwear and dress, trying to look presentable even though your face was still flushed and you were breathing hard. You tried to kiss him but he rejected you to instead caress your head as if it were a puppy. Ouch, that hurt and i could see it on your face.

My (y/n), my poor and naive (y/n). He is using you for his own pleasure and nothing more. He doesn't love you, nor does he deserve to. He's just playing with your feelings and that bothers me, a lot. Precisely because I know you and I know you don't deserve that, not at all. And I know you won't do anything to change it. But you're lucky to have met me.

I'm going to save you from there. I will do the impossible so that you are happy with me, because I am not a maybe, I am the one. And I'm going to prove it to you.

#eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #yandere!eddie munson #you netflix