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killslumflower · 1 year

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SEND A DOVE

notes: instead of the constant use of y/n reader is affectionately nicknamed “nessie”

warnings: angst! disheartening mentions of death in detail, blood, heavy emotions in detail such as sadness, anger. Drug use & cursing. Excessive use of flashbacks which are characterized by bold and italic font together in small characters like it’s use in this description.

you stalked into the cafeteria, a pile of fuzzy matted curls, ripped and tattered jeans and an oversized half denim, half leather jacket, it was his. You wore it with pride, assembling it as armor. your black vans barely stepped over the tile, your laces flopped with every step. You hadn’t bother to tie them, you could fall splat in the middle of the floor but The only thing keeping you upright was the mission you had in mind, find Dustin Henderson. You could feel eyes, whispers hushed at your arrival further into the crowded space. they were quiet but not enough for you to miss their words

“what is she doing here?”

“freak girl.”

“She has a lot of nerve.”

“She should be in jail.”

“Nessie?”

“You’re scared of the-“ a fit of laughter cut him short, his long nest of brunette curls falling forward over his face as he doubled over, he couldn’t even repeat it back to you. The amusement of it only pulling laughs. you narrowed your eyes at the sight,“It’s not funny!” Launching your left arm at him, you land a blow at his right shoulder which only deepened his laughter, causing his upper body to fall into that direction dramatically. He landed on his forearm which propped him up

“it’s Litearlly a monster in a lake!”

“ Which we reside at currently!”

You defended, your right arm flinging through the humid air emphasizing your current scenery of lover lakes he was starting to wheeze, you noticed his right arm draping over his stomach clutching his gut his head getting closer to the left side of the truck. “The..Locknest monster.” He stated matter of factily, resting his head on the steel wall haulting his hearty laughter momentarily to suck in a breath. The statement hung in the air for a lone second before his laughter started again, he was shaking the van from his theatrics, his lanky pale legs swinging off the edge and his right thigh knocking into yours. you were starkly embarrassed, dragging another pull from the joint in your hand, You blew smoke at him as another defense against your very real fear. It stopped his laughter again, and he lifted his head, his eyes still shut and creased from the lingering smile he held. He embraced the scent of purple haze, The sentiment you made to attack him with the burning fog failing, as it dissipated past him into the humid air. You pouted, he flickered his eyes open the amusement in his deep brown irises illuminating under the dim light, of the moon. “oh Nessie.” To that you scrunched your eyebrows, your face contouring into disgust at the horrid name he referenced as you. “What?” “Nessie” he repeated in a sing song voice, dragging out the e for a dramatic effect. “No, stop.” You shook your head, raising the joint again. “okay.” He obliged. reaching over, to your hands which slowly lowered after another pull from your lips. His pale ringed fingers in your view, taking the barrier between your hands and his neck. You followed his hands, watching him take his own pull, his eyes never left you. another plan of yours failing, your rigidness melting at the sight of his cheeky smile, you couldn’t kill him. He was too cute to kill. He saw you softening, each pull and blow from his lips you were putty in his hands. He leaned closer, closing the space he made in his fit of laughter. He kissed you, his pouty lips colliding with yours in a short but sweet peck. His taste of bud light bitter on your tongue as you licked the remnants of him away, hungrily. he lingered inches away, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “I love you.” his whisper hot on your Cupid’s bow. a sinister smile creeping on his face “Ed-“ “Nessie.” He finished, the last nail in the coffin. You groaned into the night, pushing him on his chest away from you, another laugh tickling through his throat.

“Nessie..”

Snatching your attention from your thoughts, a hazy view of Dustin appeared in front of you revealing the true voice behind that name, his expression was lost. Eyes holding sorrow, as he looked at the mess you are, you hadn’t realized you were crying until his stubby thumb swiped your cheek to catch a discarded tear. for a moment, and only that you allowed him to comfort you. until the snatch of your body from his grasp, ripped the moment away. “No.” his expression faltered, his blue eyes tracing your face trying to read your emotions. His face was scrunched, cheeks a light pink from flush. He was confused..and hurt. Hurt? He..was hurt? He didn’t know what hurt felt like.

“Damn you Henderson.”

the bite of your voice caused his expression to coil “Nessie not here.” he whispered trying his best to conceal against the watchful eyes.

“Fuck them!”

your voice was loud enough to cut through the conversations around, drawing more attention to you. Dustin grabbed your arm, you fought against and he grabbed again with more force “come on!” He reluctantly pulled you back the way you came, holding you like toddler in a tantrum. the force you pushed against his grasp, was causing him to drag you forward. your eyes danced around the room, catching robin in a laugh with a red head, smearing peanut butter on a piece of bread. when her glare caught yours you shot your unoccupied hand at her your middle finger shooting in the air, wiping the joy from her face, as Dustin pushed on the double towards of the exit and tugged you through.

“Nessie what the hell?” he let his voice elevate in volume when you stepped into the vacant hallway, releasing his hold on your arm you rolled your eyes,

“fuck you.”

Your rage was stirring, his cheeks flushed pink “fuck me?” He didn’t understand

“Nessie I know you’re hurt-“ his voice was soft, attempting to wrap around you like a blanket wanting to warm all of your coldness away, but all it did was light a fire for the feeling to bubble

“You don’t know shit!”

“None of you do..”

you could feel them, the little tears stabbing at your cheeks like glass, breaking into shards down your face

“Why are you here?”

“Nessie it’s our to-“

you shoved his words back in continuing on your rampage

“they hate him!”

“It took two days for all of you to forget the people in this town never cared..”

“to forget him..”

his face hardened

“you think I forgot him?”

“Everybody did!”

“All of you act like he didn’t die, you make peanut butter sandwiches for these people while the news slander his name..”

“where’s Sinclair? Wheeler?-“

“Max is in the hospit-“

It boiled over

“Fuck max!”

Your hand collied with the locker to your left, your rage denting the steel. Dustin’s face broke, he couldn’t believe what was playing out before him “she’s living..and he’s-“

“Dead.”

He finished, just as coldly as you

“I was there remember?”

His voice cracked, but the heat you felt was increasing, piercing through your core too heavily to care, you wanted him to feel it. Wanted them all to feel it, wanted it to spread from your frame into the whole town and burn it to ash.

“We all were.”

Another voice cut through your conversation, Dustin eyes fluttering pass you to the left at the double doors you had just ventured through. You followed his eyes, Steve Harrington. And of course, robin stuck by his side. Her eyes were weary on your face, Steves was hard

“we understa-“

you laughed, a burn in your throat “understand?” the taste was bitter on your tongue,

he was quiet

“understand what? That he can’t graduate? Understand that he died for a stupid town that still blames him for everything? understand that you all let him fight a battle that wasn’t his?..”

you knew the blame wasn’t there’s to take, Eddie was stubborn. And whatever he had in his head that night, you knew no one could ever change. But that didn’t matter.

“Understand!”

silence,

“seems to me I’m the only one who really does.”

before you could gain a response, you were moving, black vans moving so fast you thought you would fall. past the trio, who you knew followed you with eyes but dared to move towards you.

Headed to the only place that made you feel safe,

Eddie’s

A/N: now I won’t lie this was way far from being finished, but due to length and the fact I finally have downtime to write I figured I’d get out of my own head and give you guys a piece of my madness. Please note also, this draft is OLD I started writing thing right after the release of s4 I was afraid it’d never see the day of light, and also that no one would be interested but hey! You’re here :) thank you

Feedback is very much appreciated and hit that follow to see more of my madness because I promise it gets betta!!!

part two shall be coming soon and then to the good stuff ;)

-Gia

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