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Alone and Forsaken

Chapter 4 Summary:

A few weeks have passed since the heated encounter with Joel and he has gone silent. Embarrassed, you have tried to apologize to him for days but he is constantly dodging you. Joel has found a never ending list of tasks, seemingly only able to stay in your presence momentarily before dashing off again. When an awkward dinner has him running into the woods, Joel stumbles across something he was not expecting to find.

Warnings: Angst/Comfort, Violence, SA attempts (Not by Joel, omg he would never), Hurt/Comfort, Sweet Ending, Mentions of a Panic Attack, Both you and Joel need a hug after this one :'(

A/N: Hello babes! Sorry for the wait, I spoke at my first academic conference this weekend so I've been having a week long panic attack hahaha. It went well though!We are back with Joel and you. Major warning for this chapter, with mentions of violence and an attempt of SA (not by our bb Joel, he would NEVER), but a resolution at the end so hold tight. If any of this bothers you, hold tight for the next chapter and we will drowning in the fluff. Take care of yourselves!

Chapter 4/20

Chapter 4: An Unexpected Arrival

The next three weeks with Joel passed by slowly. The man seemed to avoid you like the plague. By the time you woke up in the morning he was already out checking the traps, with only a wrapped plate of food with a note on the counter to serve as a clue that he had been there. He would come back in the early afternoon, increasingly red in the face as the temperature dropped, and give you a polite nod or a soft, “Howdy,” before going to work in the kitchen. Even when you tried to convince Joel to let you help him, he would just smile and brush you off. Despite your incessant offers, he shooed you out of the kitchen and into the living room while he worked on lunch.

Idleness was not something you were used to and it began to gnaw at your sanity. You tried to find comfort in reading the books that lined the walls, but it was not enough. The world you were used to was chalk full of tasks, living with someone who did everything for you was as unsettling as it was comfortable. You micro cleaned as much as you could but Joel Miller was frustratingly tidy.

Everyday, Joel would eat lunch with you at the table. He would listen and politely respond to whatever you said to him, usually grunting out a short response or humming as he continued to chew, but the man that you had told your tale of teenage delinquency to was long gone. After hastily scarfing down his lunch, he would murmur something about going back to work and then practically sprint out the door.

In the days after you threw yourself at him, Joel had embarked on a seemingly endless list of tasks. First, it was covering the windows with plexiglass to insulate the space. Next, it was clearing out the gutters that you noticed were mostly empty. After, it was splitting an unreasonable amount of wood. This particular task had you sat at the window to watch him work, Joel having gruffly sent you inside with a murmur of, “S’too cold darling, can’t have ya freezing on me.”

Watching Joel had something stirring deep in your core, sweat beginning to bead at your forehead as your heart fluttered behind your ribs. Joel truly was a piece of art, with his toned arms and soft yet strong abdomen. As sweat began to run down Joel’s face, he shed his bulky coat and you had the pleasure of watching his muscles ripple underneath the white t-shirt that stretched over his biceps. The curls that you dreamed of running your hands through were messy and Joel had to stop every few minutes to push them back off of his forehead as he caught his breath.

Exasperated with his locks, Joel paused momentarily and shoved them back once more before lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his brow, revealing his scarred belly. A bolt of longing burst from your core and made you clench your thighs together as you imagined running your fingers across the puckered skin. Joel’s eyes rose to meet yours and your breath halted in your chest. A moment passed, and then two, while Joel studied your form in the window seat. The throbbing at the apex of your thighs doubled as his eyes went black while raking over your figure. You shifted your hips slightly, trying to be subtle as you eased some of the growing pressure on the edge of the seat. Even with your bottom half hidden from him, Joel’s eyes caught the slight rocking. He ran his tongue over the plushness of his bottom lip, before he cursed and shook his head, returning to splitting the logs.

In the days after your heated encounter you tried not to dissolve into a puddle of shame, kicking yourself every time you remembered how you had rubbed yourself against him. The moment you had stepped in the shower after leaving him aching on the bed, you were groaning into your hands. Remembering how Joel had practically begged you to get off of him, you had lost all of the lust instilled confidence that you had. You had tried to be coy and flirty like all of the omegas in the novellas that Jake had snuck to you once upon a time. It always worked in those books. The protagonist would push the buttons of their lover and they would be practically on their knees before them in an instant. It seemed to work on every alpha, but not Joel apparently.

Of course Joel didn’t actually want you, he was an alpha that had been caught up in the crazed omega that had ground down on his knot like a bitch in heat. He couldn’t help the physical response that you elicited from him, and now you had made him feel awkward in his own home. You felt awful. You wanted to apologize to him, to beg him to forget it so that the next few months weren’t completely unbearable, but Joel was making it impossible to do so with his continuous absence.

Frustrated, and bored of doing nothing but reading, you were becoming more and more irritable. If Joel had picked up on this, he did not say. He continued on his endless task list, stopping only to sleep, bathe, or coddle you with ridiculously large portions of food. Not that you were complaining about the food or the coddling, your figure had started to fill out again, your eyes had become less sunken in your face, and you had finally managed to tear through the last of the clumps that had bound your hair in a permanent rat’s nest. You liked being cared for, it was new and warm, but the solitude and inactivity was going to drive you up a wall.

The restraint you had after you had found the pictures was fraying at the ends. The door at the end of the hall mocked you with every passing moment. You were so curious that you almost asked him about it nearly every time he sat down to eat, but you bit your tongue remembering the outcome of the last time you had gone snooping. Still, with every passing moment your restraint wore down as the thought of him flying off the handle began to appeal to your companionless state. At least if Joel was yelling at you, he would finally pay attention to you. Maybe then you could finally apologize.

Instead, you spent your days reading, napping, pacing, trying to find anything to clean in a practically sterile cabin, and trying not to scream when you thought of the feeling of Joel’s warm body against your own. Each night you would toss and turn for hours, trying not to leave the bedroom and seek him out on the couch. Managing to restrain yourself, you would eventually fall asleep cocooned in his musk. You wondered constantly how Joel’s scent in the room was as strong as the day you arrived, considering he only entered it briefly before sleeping to collect his clothes for the next day.

One night, this led to you watching him eat with clenched fists as you ground your back molars against each other. Sweat dampened your back as your eyes roamed over the man across from you. Joel’s throat constricted with a swallow, making you practically keen at the thought of nipping at the thin skin below his jaw. His scent, once comforting, was now making you feel slightly feverish. You didn’t even hear him when he called you the first time.

“Hmmmm… what? What did you say Joel?,” you asked dreamily while watching his coffee colored eyes examine you.

“Are you feeling alright? You look a little… flustered darling,” Joel said, a slight tremor in his usually smooth voice.

Were you alright? Were you fucking alright? Was he serious? After three weeks of barely acknowledging you, he now sat there and asked you how you were?! Rage bubbled up to the surface and you tried to quell the storm brewing in your gut as you glared at him.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that you gave a fuck,” you snapped, immediately regretting the childish words as Joel’s eyes widened.

Panicking, you mumbled an apology, something about being too tired as you tried to keep yourself together. The smell of sandalwood and bergamot was ripping tingles from your core and you became increasingly aware of the dampness of your panties, praying silently to yourself that there wouldn’t be a wet spot on the cushion when you stood. Joel didn’t say anything to you and sat there silently as you floundered, although you noticed his knuckles turn white as he clenched the utensils in his grasp. Finally finished with your nonsensical apology and incoherent excuse, you leaped out of the chair and sprinted down the hallway.

Pressing your back against the hard wood of the bedroom door, you slid down onto the floor and knocked your head back against it. You didn’t understand what was happening to you, being around Joel was unlocking a part of you that you didn’t even know existed. You wanted to tear the clothes off of his broad body, you wanted to hug him, you wanted to feel him inside of you, you wanted to know his favorite color, you wanted him to pull your hair as he slammed into you, you wanted to hear him play his guitar. It was like your body couldn’t decide whether it wanted Joel to tear you apart, or if it wanted you to build him up. Perhaps it wanted both. Either way, the constant battle between the two was maddening.

As you sat there, trying to regulate your breathing and shifting your hips aimlessly as you thought about Joel’s downturned lips, you heard the scuff of the kitchen chair followed by a shuffling of coats. The frame of the house shook as the front door slammed closed. Groaning, you banged your head softly against the wood again as you tried to erase the fantasies that were plaguing your desperate thoughts.

After a few moments of Joel being gone the tingles had dulled and you dizzily made your way over to the sink to splash some cold water on your face. As you looked up to see your wet face, you wondered how the handsome southerner would look with drops of water running down his body. You imagined beads of water dripping from his curls onto his strapping shoulders, rolling down the expanse of his tan midsection before reaching the patch of hair below his navel…

You groaned louder, abandoning the sink for the icy embrace of a cold shower.

- Joel -

The past three weeks with you had been hell. Joel had tried everything he could think of to stay away, even lying about cleaning the gutters just to get away from watching the softness of your thighs jiggle as you walked around in your sleep shorts. He ended up just standing on the ladder like a fucking idiot for an hour as he pretended to shuffle around the empty eavestrough. He didn’t know what to do, it was clear that he needed to stay away, as only a few moments with you had him ravenous. Joel was a gentleman, being raised in the south he had been taught how to be respectful towards omegas. However, your constant chattering over meals was threatening to break him.

Joel listened to your every word, soaking in every bit of information that you gave him as he tried to piece together moments from your past. He even had favorite characters at this point, Jake and Miriam stories being his favorite while stories about Josiah or your mother had him chewing on the inside of his cheek. Joel tried to piece together your life in his head but so far the events were too scattered and confusing to make any sense of what had happened. As you talked, he noticed that you spoke with your hands and placed your index finger on the tip of your nose when you were trying to remember something. Cute, he had thought to himself the first time he had noticed it before he snapped his gaze back to his plate. This didn’t stop the same thought from running through his mind every time he caught you doing it.

Joel tried to maintain a certain level of distance between the two of you, but he couldn’t stop himself from caring for you. He allowed himself the indulgence of providing for you, his heart swelling in chest as he watched you become healthier. You had been starved when you had arrived, but watching you fill out had him both happy and horribly frustrated. Nourishing you made him preen, but as your curves returned it was getting harder to keep himself from slinging you over his shoulder like a caveman and carrying you off to bed.

He had remained the picture of chivalry for weeks. Nonetheless, even a gentleman has his limits, and his came at dinner one night. Joel had noticed you being off for the last few days, snapping at him when he gave you a big spoon instead of a small one, scenting everywhere around the house, watching him chop wood like he was a piece of meat, and Joel had a sneaking suspicion that you were responsible for his missing clothes. He should have known, should have remembered with his many years of experience, but he didn’t.

You had been staring at him, looking at him with such intensity that he wondered if you were mad at him. Joel racked his brain for any slight he might’ve committed as he took in your features. The apples of your cheeks were red, a light sheen of sweat illuminated your face and neck, and your lips were raw from biting. Forgetting himself, Joel had called out to you and asked if you were okay. With no response, a twinge of anxiety pinched his heart. Oh fuck, were you sick?

“Are you feeling alright? You look a little… flustered darling,” Joel said, a slight tremor in his voice as every possible catastrophe ran through his mind.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that you gave a fuck,” you snapped, the bitterness to your usually sweet tone slapping him in the face.

Surprised, Joel’s eyes widened for a moment before he studied you, watching as you stumbled through an apology. If Joel didn’t know any better, he would have asked you if you were on drugs, but he knew that he had left his stash in Boston. There weren’t any drugs in the cabin either, he had torn through it a couple times in his low moments to check. He watched as your words slurred together as you spoke, sweat covering every inch of you, but it wasn’t until Joel noticed the slight shift to your hips under the table that it dawned on him. You were going into heat.

Fuck. He hadn’t even thought about that. How could he not fucking think about that? The last omega he had been with was Sarah’s mom. Tess was a beta so heats were not really an issue with her. He hadn’t had a rut since Boston, he didn’t even think he could get hard until a few weeks ago when you stumbled into his life. Joel had chalked it up to age, he was 56 after all. Men went limp way earlier than that all the time. Unfortunately for him, the bastard was apparently just on vacation because now his cock twitched to life every time you so much as looked his way. Now, with the smell of the sweetness leaking out of you, Joel had to bear down on every muscle in his body to ensure that he didn’t vault over the table and clamp his teeth down on your neck.

Your apology was long, or at least he thought so as he bent the silverware in his hands. He watched as your frantic hands tried to keep up with your garbled speech. Each movement from you sent a ripple of air to his nostrils, and everytime he inhaled he could feel something dark and primal stirring below his belt. Finally, you had excused yourself and scampered off to the bedroom, leaving nothing behind but a wet seat. Joel stared at the spot, having to vehemently berate himself in order to stop the urge to walk over and bury his face in it. Shit, he needed some air.

Pushing his seat back from the table, Joel moved as quickly as he could. He shoved his arms through the first jacket he could find, even though he felt like he was burning up, before he ripped the door open and ran down the steps of the cabin. The cool air leached into Joel’s sweaty body as he stumbled through into the brush, fighting against his instincts as they screamed at him to turn around. He was frustrated, his cock half hard and pushing into his zipper as he moved clumsily into the night.

It wasn’t until he had been walking for about five minutes that Joel realized that he wasn’t wearing any shoes. His body was so overheated, he had barely felt the frozen earth against his socked feet. Joel swore, scrubbing his face with his hands before turning back towards the cabin. He didn’t want to go back, what he wanted to do was walk straight past the trees in front of him and into the rushing waters. He wanted to sink into the icy river and let it take him away, to be released from the constant torment that you were unknowingly inflicting upon him. But he couldn’t do that, you needed him.

“Fuck’s sake,” Joel groaned, begining his trek back home.

Only making it a couple of steps, Joel stumbled over something before catching himself on the gnarled tree stump to his left. He regained his balance before peering down at the ground in search of a culprit. Expecting to see a log or twisted tree root, Joel’s blood goes cold. What he was not expecting to find was an emptied soup can in his path. Joel gulped as he reached out his now shaking hands to examine it. It was fresh, with a few scoops of red broth coating the bottom and suddenly Joel’s chest was tight. His ears pricked up as he whipped his head around, trying to discern which route the intruder had taken.

In all his years stranded in the forest, he had never had anyone get within five miles of his cabin, and now in the span of less than a month he had two people come across him? Fuck, he needed to get back. Backtracking towards the cabin, Joel tried to compose himself as he began to jog. He needed to remain calm, he didn’t want to scare you.

Just as Joel picked up the pace, a shriek pierced through the still air and made him freeze before he found himself crashing through the trees.

- You -

The cold water pelted down on your figure as you shook violently. You couldn’t think of Joel if you were focusing on trying to breathe, right? After a few minutes of tormenting yourself under the frosty spray, you finally stepped from the shower, feeling only slightly less flustered. Just then, you heard the front door click and two heavy boots make their way across the threshold. You sighed, Joel was back, which meant you would have to face him after embarrassing yourself again. Fuck.

“Better to get it over with,” you whispered to yourself, toweling off before slipping into some loose shorts and one of Joel’s shirts that you had added to your growing collection.

Bracing yourself, you stepped into the hallway and padded softly into the hall. Joel didn’t answer as you called him and you cringed. Was he THAT pissed at your stupid little outburst? You sighed, steeling yourself and moving into the living room, only to be met with an acrid smell that stung your throat. Eyes watering, you moved into the room and tried to pinpoint the smell before a set of hands grabbed your hips from behind.

You shrieked.

- Joel -

Joel felt like the sky was falling as he ran through the thicket. He tried to focus as his legs moved as quickly as they could, but memories flashed through his mind anyways. Sarah. Tess. Ellie. Now you? No, he couldn’t think of that right now. He needed to get to you.

Finally reaching his home, Joel bound up the stairs that he had built, taking them two at a time, and tore into the living room. His eyes darted across the room, taking in the broken vase before landing on the clump of hair that had clearly been ripped out of someone’s scalp. Joel refocused as he heard you cry out, feet crunching under the broken glass as he barreled into the bedroom.

The scene before Joel made his blood boil. A greasy looking alpha was trying to claw the shorts off of your legs. A bloody patch gleamed at him from a filthy scalp, blood beading from where you had torn out a clump of straggly hair. You were beating at his chest, crying and objecting as you tried to buck him off of you. Your legs kept kicking at him as he tried to undress you, which clearly angered the man. The alpha raised his hand to slap you into submission.

Joel snapped.

He ripped the man off of you and slammed him to the floor, looming over him momentarily as the blood rushed in his ears. The man tried to lunge at him, growling and spitting, but Joel caught him by the neck and slammed him back onto the hardwood. The filthy man wheezed and scraped at the vice around his neck as Joel choked him, his eyes bulging from the lack of oxygen.

“Go into the other room,” Joel said.

When you made no move, he turned his head slightly and looked into your teary eyes.

“Go. Now.”

This wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command, and you obeyed before your mind could get in the way. Joel turned back to the man as you scurried out of the room, the door swaying shut behind you. He eased his grip and watched as the now purple faced man sucked air into his foul smelling mouth. He wanted to punch the yellow teeth out his reddened gums, to make him choke on them, but he needed answers first.

“You’re gonna tell me where you came from, how many people you’re with, and what the fuck you’re doing here,” Joel said.

“Fuck y- AGH!,” the man groaned as Joel slammed his fist into his nose.

Blood trickled down the man’s sallow face, staining the planks of wood below his head. Joel tsked as the man’s eyelids fluttered, slapping his jaw to keep the bastard focused.

“I’m gonna ask you again, real nice. Choose your next words carefully, or things are about to get a lot worse for ya.”

Panting and eyes watering as blood ran into his mouth, the man focused on Joel before he spat out, “Just because her daddy is gone, doesn’t mean she gets off free. We’ve been after her for the past year, nearly gave up too, but I caught her trail. Reckon Paul or Cooper will too soon enough, and she’ll be back where she belongs. She might’ve made it out of the pit, but that don’t mean the debt is paid. Might take a few months like it did me, but they’ll find her.”

Grabbing his face, Joel peered into the man’s eyes, searching for any hint of deceit before he slammed his skull into the boards again. The man groaned and cussed, the back of his head now dented and bleeding.

“Who the fuck are Paul and Cooper? What debt?,” Joel seethed.

The man choked on his own blood as he cackled, coughing and sputtering below Joel.

“You have no idea the shit you have just stepped in man. She doesn’t belong to you, Josiah had already chosen for her. Her little vacation to the pit was a punishment, not a get out jail free card. Paul will still be after what’s his.”

Suddenly exasperated, Joel wrapped his hands around his neck. The man’s eyes widened once more, the light slowly receding from them after Joel felt the snap of his neck beneath his fingers. He stood over the corpse, feeling nothing but rage. Blood pounding in his ears, he wanted to tear into someone, wanted to burn whoever thought to harm you into the ground, he wanted to rip their throat out with his own teeth, he wanted -

Hearing a sniffle from behind him, Joel spun on his heels and found a shaking figure.

“Babygirl,” Joel sighed, his legs carrying him to you in an instant.

Despite his attempts for the past few weeks to distance himself from you, Joel didn’t even think twice before he picked you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist and practically strangling him, you clung to him like a koala bear as the two of you left the corpse behind. Tears soaked his collar and he tried not to gag at the acrid smell of another alpha covering you. Your nose was pressed into his neck, huffing at his skin as he moved into the living room.

“S’okay darling, I’m here. It’s over, I gotcha. He ain’t gonna do nothing to ya, nobody is. I swear,” Joel whispered in your ear, his words easing the tremors that racked your frame.

A sob tore out of your chest and it made Joel wish he had the power of resurrection, just so he could kill that man all over again. He refocused, knowing that he couldn’t let himself get angry with you in this state. Continuing to whisper sweet words into your ear, Joel grasped the back on your neck, pulling you back slightly as you blubbered from the loss. He hushed you, weighing his options for a moment before shoving his own face into your neck. Working gently, Joel rubbed his face into your neck and covered the sour stench with his own as he kissed and nipped at the delicate skin. You cried out, and he almost stopped before the tension slowly left your shoulders.

The real cries came, and your fingers locked into his hair and pushed Joel’s face into your neck harder as he scented you. He hummed as you sobbed nonsensical things, continuing to rub your back and hold the back of your neck.

“I-I-I didn’t, he was gonna, and I didn’t want t-t-o,” you wailed and his heart practically shattered.

Joel whined at the admission and he pulled back once more, taking the hand off of your neck and using it to wipe the tears and snot from your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know. But he didn’t, okay? He didn’t, and he’s never gonna. I gotchu, okay? You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured quietly, almost like he was promising himself.

“D-did you k-kill him?,” you stammered.

An uneasiness settled over him as he replied, “Well now, I don’t want you to be thinking ‘bout all that. I did what I had t-”

“I’m not mad Joel, I’m grateful. He could’ve… Well, I guess it's like you said, he didn’t, but he could’ve and I don’t know what…,” you sniffed, the sobs easing up but tears still dripping down your face as you whispered, “Thank you Joel.”

Joel shook his head sharply, “Ain’t nothing to thank me for. I’d never let someone hurt you like that, I’d never let anyone hurt you at all. You’re mine. Hell, I’d kill him again if I could. He had no right to even think -”

He had to stop before his blood began to boil once more, an urge to bare his teeth and growl sliding up from the more primal part of him as Joel briefly considered what would have happened if he hadn't made it. He looked away for a moment, trying to compose himself as he stared at the wall. No, he thought to himself, not now. She needs you.

Soft hands came up and grabbed his cheeks, squishing them as his head was turned forward once more. The last tears rolled down your face, slight tremors jostling you. The panic in your eyes was slowly fading as both of you breathed in each other's presence. You were okay, you were both okay, Joel tried to tell his racing mind.

“Breathe Joel,” you instructed, your soft gaze hypnotizing him as you held him in your grasp.

At that moment Joel realized that the tremors that jostled your frame were coming from him. His body was buzzing, the feeling of a looming threat still slamming his heart against the walls of his chest. It felt like he was having a heart attack, which made him panic more because he needed to protect you. He tried to breathe but he didn’t know how to make his lungs work properly, dizziness began clouding his panic attack.

“Breathe,” you said more forcefully, commanding him to take easy breaths as you rubbed one of your hands over his chest.

Joel closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on matching his breaths to yours as he tried not to wheeze. The hand on his chest eased some of the tightness that wrapped around him and constricted his heart. The other hand was dug into his graying curls, scratching at his scalp and pushing his face back into your neck. A rumbling noise came up from his chest as the last vestiges of danger ebbed away in his mind, still lurking in the shadows but no longer beating at the inside of his being. Sweet nothings whispered in his ear, Joel groaned softly and rubbed his nose against your gland. Mindlessly sucking on the mouth watering skin, Joel tried to remember the last time anyone had cared for him like this.

He wondered if it was Tess for a moment, before having to stop himself from laughing. Joel had loved Tess as his best friend, but she was anything but sweet. They had indulged each other mainly out of convenience. Once they were done fucking or trying to beat off the loneliness by simply sharing a bed, it was back to business. Joel didn’t feel the same way the one time the subject of more was broached and besides, Tess loved pussy too much to be stuck with someone with a dick.

“Better?,” you asked him softly and he hummed in reply, snuffling at your neck for a moment before pulling back.

Joel grabbed your face, pulling your foreheads together and closing his eyes again. He could feel your breath tickling his mustache as he kept his head against yours, reminding him that you were alive. Moving back, Joel kissed you gently on the tip of your nose and wiped your face off again. Satisfied, he moved to lift you off of him. You cried out, scrambling to wrap yourself around him as he sunk back down on the couch.

“I… Baby, I can’t just leave him in there. Let me go in and I’ll clean it up for y-,” a whine cut Joel off and he sat back, unsure of what to do and unwilling to make you cry again.

“Please alpha,” you whined, “Please stay with me.”

With the urgency of the request Joel didn’t even have to think, allowing himself to gather you in his arms once more before he said, “Course baby, I’m right here. Never gonna leave you. How could I? S’alright, just rest.”

As he sat on the couch with you straddling him, your nose pressed into his collar and arms wrapped around his neck, Joel tried not to think of the bloody corpse in the next room. He tried to push the questions he had for you out of his brain as your body got heavier and heavier with each passing moment. He tried not to think about the fact that your body was feverish, scent heightened as a heat slowly made its way out of your core and beckoned him with more intensity with each passing moment.

Instead Joel let his face push into your hair. He soaked his senses in your aroma, letting it coat the back of his throat as he nuzzled you again. Joel closed his eyes once more, allowing his heart rate to slow with your body safe in his embrace, and let his exhaustion take over.

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awalkonthelightside · 9 months

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Hi there! I've just stumbled upon your blog and Holy hell, I feel like you've just come into my life at the perfect time. I'm genderqueer/trans masc and a sex worker. Before being on T I did a lot of lingerie/boudoir photoshoots for work. I've been on T for about 2.5 years now and my body has changed a lot, to my delight! But I've still been working as a "girl" for SW, haven't done any updated photo shoots for work, and have been struggling to reconcile a desire for sensuality, curves and grace for my SW persona with my new more square and muscular frame.

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trulybetty · 9 months

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Sunday | Week In Review I

So in order to try and be consistent with this, I’ve kept a running Notes page open to keep track of my week.

As I mentioned last week, I don’t expect this every week, I am me. But I am going to keep trying to make an effort to support my fellow creators.

If there’s something you’ve enjoyed this week, please feel to reblog this and tag me so I can check it out and share 💙

Also, not that I feel it needs to be said, but this is a reflection of what I have personally read and enjoyed.

B x

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

New York Part I (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Conversations with a Movie Star | Chapter 1 by @gnpwdrnwhiskey Even if you’re not a fan of Dieter Bravo, the dialogue in this alone is worth checking out this opening chapter for this new fic. Ava is an OFC down on her luck after being fired, from her families paper no less, and has stumbled across the Bravo Inn… I’ll let Lellen’s writing do the rest

Stripper Jack Trilogy | P. III by @psychedelic-ink The conclusion of maybe the definitive trilogy of trilogies? I don’t think anyone had Stripper Jack on their 2023 bingo cards, but he’s earned his space and I won’t have any arguments on it.

Hungry Hearts | Chapter by @atinylittlepain Not many Joel AU’s I’ll jump into, but Bruce Springsteen and Joel Miller? Signed myself the fuck up for that as soon as it was announced. The unfolding of Joel and Cherry's relationship in the summer of '86 against them running back into one another 17 years later is such a great dynamic.

Fall Apart Again | Chapter 1 + 2 by @wildemaven Heidi spoiled us this week, with not one, but TWO chapters of her new Joel fanfic. I don’t think I’ve gotten so emotional over an opening chapter to a fic before like I did with this one! Then the second chapter? Just bury me now… but actually don’t, I want to see the end of this fic first!

The Layover | Chapter 9 by @goodwithcheese How did Megan describe her fanfics? Hallmark movies with smut? She's not wrong. This whole series so far has been a rollercoaster of emotions and keeps delivering each week without fail. Not only are you rooting for Reader + Frankie, but Jules and Santiago anyone? Or maybe just Jules herself because she's just the boss.

Late Night Texts | Chapter 9 by @mvtthewmurdvck I think it's safe to say it's fanfics like Late Night Texts that have got me back in my rom-com/hopeless romantic era. I don't want to give too much away if you've not had the pleasure of reading this - but it has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com set on the backdrop of the early 2000s and with Javier Peña. If you're like me and still trying to make your way through Narcos or haven't watched it yet - please don't let it stop you, you won't be sorry!

A Little FaceTime by @stardustandskycrystals I’m still thinking about this fic days later and may have gone back to read it again. Trust me, just read this - you don’t need an explanation or reason, just read it. Even if Javi isn’t your jam (wasn’t on my list before, that’s all changed now) - it won’t disappoint!

Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…

Decoherence by @prolix-yuy Westworld and Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels crossover, yes, please! It is also reminding me that I never finished season one and should do something about it…

Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom This is a constant on my dash and on my TBR pile for a while with so many good comments - also getting into my Frankie era, so it’s perfect timing!

The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts Been waiting to savour this one! So you’ve got the Last of Us and you’ve got Triple Frontier, two of my favourite things… what happens when you mush them together? You get a wild ride through the outbreak with Frankie & Reader - I cannot wait to get into this!

Visiting by @ladamedusoif This is another regular on my dash and on my TBR that I’m hoping to get stuck into this week. A college AU of Mr. Ben from the SNL sketch. Fully fleshed out and on the backdrop of New England, I’m ready to get swept away with this promise of a slow burn.

The House by @gemmahale A Jack Daniels x OFC (Best Friend) series coming soon focusing on a long-lost friendship, an inheritance, and Jack sounding like the scallion he is? Cannot wait.

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@rhoorl’s announcement of their Triple Frontier AU, Delta Landscaping with mood board and logo! The residents of Tumblr won’t know what’s hit the neighbourhood when they roll into town!

Thanks to @gnpwdrnwhiskey I will never look at baby hippos without thinking of Dieter Bravo

Everyone’s participation in the WIP poll tag game, it was so fun to see my dash just filled with so many creative people and so many amazing ideas! It was a neat peek into everyone’s draft folders!

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - FINALLY got to see it this week, and it did not disappoint. Have not stopped thinking about it since!

My rom-com era has returned, and I’m deep into embracing my forgotten love of a good rom-com. So far this week it’s been The Lake House, You’ve Got Mail & Always Be My Baby. Also it gave way to a Keanu Reeves appreciation post, come share your favourite Keanu!

This Week’s Song… Went waaaayyyy back for this one, an amazing album too - the Sterephonics are one of my favourite bands of all time 🩶

Hope everyone has a great Sunday & here's to a new week!

Please feel free to share your own favourites from the week or what you're looking forward to this week - not a tag game, so no pressure for you to share if you're not feeling it ❤️ xx

#betty's sunday in review #not sold on the name #but I have a touch of sun stroke #so this is as imaginative as we're getting right now #Spotify

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 9 months

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you help bam pull a silly prank in castle bam again !!! (filling the whole house with gravel or something dumb)

It’s On!

A prank war at Castle Bam escalates to more than anyone could’ve expected!

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

2k Words

(Fluff)

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, shit, bars

An: Thank you for all the requests!! I’m working on some older ones now, but I’ll be starting on the newer requests soon!! :)

You were woken up from your slumber on your floor mattress by a yell from next door- Ryan’s room. This sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in castle Bam, but it never ceased to annoy you when all you wanted to do was sleep in on the weekend. Then, there came the running down the hall, followed by him banging on Bam’s door- the regular, everyday symphony of chaos. You tried to listen in on the dull roar from the ensuing argument, but you couldn’t pick up much until you heard the sound of your boyfriend running down the hall again, Ryan’s heavy steps following him.

Throwing it open, Bam slammed your plywood door behind him with the sort of giddiness he only got when he was doing something really bad. Bracing himself against the rattling door jam as Ryan pounded on the other side, his eyes glinted as he finally acknowledged you as you sat up in bed, thoroughly confused. “Bam!! What the fuck’s going on?!”

“Y/N!” Bam ran across your room, jumping into the air and tackling you down to your bed! He wrapped his lean, muscular arms around you, giggling as he pinned you to the mattress. Turning your face away from your sheets, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, “What-what did you do?”

“Just put some shit’n Ryan’s shoe…now he’s all mad n shit!” Standard procedure. You rolled your eyes at how surprised he sounded that putting shit in someone’s shoe would anger them, “Oh, is he?” He pulled up off of you, straddling your hips and giving you a great view of his bare chest. You shamelessly ogled his muscles as they flexed under his pale skin, how his gray flannel pajama pants sat so low on his hips, and how they showed off the tattoo he had low on his pelvis, the way h- thump.

Bam righted himself after falling off the bed, stumbling to his feet. Sitting up and shaking yourself out of your trance, your attention was drawn back to the door, “Oh, huh. What should we do about that?” Before you could look back, your boyfriend already had one leg out your now open bedroom window.

“You think Ry’s gonna get back at you?” You and Bam sat on the side of the house and smoked. “Of course he’s gonna!” He took a drawl, cracking a smile and leaning against the rough stonework, falling snowflakes dappling his dark hair and immediately melting, “We just gotta get’im first.” Standing up, you flicked your butt into the grass, your cigarette going out as soon as it came into contact with the cool snow. “Oh? Like what- bucket of water over the door?” Your boyfriend snickered as you made your way to the front door of the house, hoping Ryan had cooled off after all of this.

But as soon as you stepped through the door, you were on your back. Disoriented by the slam you took, it took you a second to realize what had happened. Opening your eyes, you noticed that the hardwood was freckled with little crystal blue spots. Taking one into your hands, you felt the smooth, spherical surface.

“Marbles!” Laughing in disbelief, you got up to right yourself, “Motherfucker used marbles!” Even Bam couldn’t help from chuckling at the simplicity of the prank as he rubbed the back of his head- some real Home Alone Shit, he’d later say. “Ohh, I am going to get his ass!” He almost growled, somewhere between being entertained and pissed off. From around the corner, you two heard snickering. In a split second, your eyes went wide and, making a break for it, you dashed down the hall, turning the corner and throwing yourself at Ryan like a cheetah pouncing on a gazelle.

“Aah! Oh- oh my god!” He was still laughing as you two tumbled to the ground. Rounding the corner, Bam shrieked before leaping into the air and performing some sort of mock Superfly Snuka jump onto both you and Ryan, body slamming the two of you and knocking the air out of your lungs. It would be an odd sight, for sure- given all the shouting and writhing as you wrestled. Ryan tapped on your back in a plea for mercy, “I- I didn’t even ‘fuckin do it- Novak did!”

“Where is he?!” You continued to struggle with Ryan, now just for the hell of it. “He said he’s going out! He’s- he’s in his room!” Bam stopped, thinking for a second. Getting up, he darted towards the kitchen drawer. You looked down at Ryan as you got up, and making a mock cutting gesture across your throat, you followed after your boyfriend as he gathered supplies for his next plan, leaving Ryan lying on the floor, still chuckling to himself.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” You looked up at your boyfriend from the filthy trough behind the driver’s seat in Novak’s car. “Yeah, yeah! You got this!” His e outrage meant did nothing to dissuade your concerns. Glancing to one side, his eyes went wide and he slammed the door suddenly, taking off. That left you, curled up on the ground holding one of those long clicky lighters and ‘a shitload of smoke bombs’, as he put it.

You held your breath as you heard the familiar sound of a car door opening, then closing. All you could see from your position was the old, stained, gray upholstery and a pair of tattooed, ringed hands shove the key in the ignition and turn. Digging in your jeans pocket, you grabbed one of the smoke bombs and, after fumbling with the lighter, hucking one into the trough below the passenger’s seat.

Given that you hadn’t even left the driveway yet, Novak’s attention was immediately brought to the fizzing cherry shaped pyrotechnic as you lit a second one, throwing it on the dashboard. He whipped his head around just in time to see the blur of you hurting yourself upright and throwing yourself out an open car door, somersaulting onto the pavement and rolling up to a sprint. Glancing back at the scene, he had given chase, abandoning the car while somehow holding the smoldering fireworks in his bare hand, shouting obscenities at you, “Motherfucker! Y’were gonna catch my car on fire- you asshole!”

Giggling, you ducked behind some bushes, burying yourself deep in the foliage until Novak gave up, grumbling obscenities before heading back inside, clearly not taking it quite as well as Ryan. You lingered outside for a minute, apprehensive to go back inside too quickly. Just as you emerged from your dense hiding place and started plucking the twigs from your hair, a purple blur skidded out in front of you.

“Get in!” Your boyfriend rolled down the window, grinning as you ducked inside the low car door. You smiled at the warmth inside that hit you like a wall as you peeled off, the seats melting off the chill from outside. “So, where’re we going?” You asked with a hint of flirt in your voice. “I am taking you on a romantic, expensive, and very sweet date.” He grinned as the wiper blades cleared the falling snow from his view, his pale eyes on the road ahead. You knew it was too good to be true, but you probed sarcastically, sinking into the black leather of the seat, “Oh really? Where?”

Pulling up to the red and white building, you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the glass as your boyfriend broke out into snickers, “What? Just because it’s McDonald’s doesn’t mean it can’t be romantic- here, we can Lady-and-the-Tramp a burger if it’d make you happy.” Even you couldn’t hold back a giggle at that suggestion,”You know what? I’m gonna hold you to that.”

As you waited for the minimum wage employee to fetch you your bag of high brow cuisine, you and Bam chatted about anything- mostly about some skate thing he was going to in a couple weeks, “Dude, you gotta go! I mean-“ The window slid open, and Bam went to get the food, “Everyone’s gonna be there!”

Leaning out the window to grab the white paper bag, Bam grasped…nothing. You put the pieces together first, when you saw a smear of pale skin dash in front of the car. The look on your boyfriend's face said it all, somewhere between shock, enthusiasm, and annoyance. He leaned out the still open window, “Raab! Gimmie my fuckin food back!” Ignoring the door entirely, and in an incredible feat of his physical prowess, Bam unbuckled his seat belt and hoisted himself out of the window, making chase.

It was almost like a scene from Scooby Doo- when Raab, who you had noticed was now only clad in a jockstrap and a sweatband, dashed to the right, and Bam followed. Raab ran to the left, so did he- you could play the Benny Hill theme over it and it’d fit. And there you were left, making occasional awkward eye contact with the server, both witnessing this incredible display while the line of cars behind you got increasingly annoyed.

Eventually, you did get your food back, significantly colder than you would have otherwise. You stared over at your boyfriend as he grumpily ate his burger, looking out the window like he was in some sad Linkin Park video. As much of a man child he was, it made you bummed to see him so dejected. You piped up, getting an idea, “Hey, why don’t we get Dico and Rake in on this? I bet those two could really help us win this thing!” He stopped mid munch, the gears turning in his head, “Hmm…” You could see him getting ideas in that little mind of his as he turned to you, “Y/N. I think you’re the smartest person I know.”

Dico swiped a finger across the cake, sucking the fluffy white frosting off in a dramatic gesture. You stood back, admiring it, “Jesus, man! This- this is good! Like, really good!” He nodded, a little smug, “Yeah, idiots’ not gonna see it coming for a mile!” You had to give it to him- for as annoying as he could be, Dico sure could come up with good plans in short notice. “How’d you even get this idea anyway?” Snickering, he leaned against the bar, “I just wanted to see if I could get Rake in lingerie.”

Your eyes darted over to the door as your boyfriend directed Raab into the crowded bar, giving him some bullshit about it being his birthday party, though it wouldn’t be his actual birthday for months. Nonetheless, he seemed excited to be there. “Yeah, dude, we got- like, a stripper cake for you!” As the two got in earshot, you had to hold yourself back from laughter, while Raab seemingly believed him. “Really? Oh dude!” Bam smiled and played into it as they got settled, your boyfriend carefully positioning himself behind the birthday boy.

Everything stilled for a moment, before- pop! From the top of the cake, out came the super sexy stripper! Well, sort of. Dico popped one of those confetti cannons as Rake really hammed it up, parading around in nothing but his pale ass and the cheap lingerie you found. You had to giggle with how into it he was- you have nothing against Rake, but he really is no stripper.

“Aww, seriously, man?” Raab, falling victim to his own optimism, was caught just off guard enough for Bam to take him by surprise, grabbing a handful of yellow cake and buttercream and shoving it in his face. Frozen in confusion, it took a couple seconds for what happened to set in while Dico and Bam collapsed in laughter- but in a split second, Raab, with icing still dripping from his face, snatched a hunk from the cake, smashing it into your boyfriend's face. Somehow, he was surprised that this happened. From behind you, another handful of cake was thrown, this time hitting the back of your head. Of course, this escalated to an all out cake war, with globs of the sweet stuff getting hurled around the bar until you were unceremoniously kicked out by the bouncer for causing a scene. With all of you standing outside, a truce was agreed upon, only after all parties were thoroughly coated in sticky dessert.

#jackass #bam margera #ryan dunn #brandon dicamillo #brandon novak #chris raab #rake yohn #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader #fluff #this sounds like a nightmare but I want it so bad

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yunhohours · 10 months

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My Uber’s Here

✗ Pairing: stranger!yechan x fem!afab!reader

✗ Word count: 3.5k

✗ Warnings: reader is hot and she knows it, yechan is fuckingjskkdks hot too, party atmosphere, mentions of but no use of drugs/alcohol, fingering (f. receiving), a pinch of dirty talk for flavor, a dash of exhibitionism, cum eating, this one doesn’t exactly have a romantic ending besties

✗ A/N: i don’t normally include this, but i added the outfit inspos in the “header.” please keep in mind that reader does not have any particular body type or skin color. outfit inspo is hot girl attire for any reader with any body type or complexion <3

Parties are so not your scene. You don’t like drinking, you don’t like drugs, and you definitely don’t like inebriated people stumbling into you every few minutes when you’re just trying to be a piece of eye candy for all the lucky onlookers. That’s all parties are for you–an excuse to look hot. The power you feel when people can’t peel their eyes off of you even as another person is desperately trying to hold their attention is intoxicating. It’s the only drug you need.

Tonight, you’ve outdone yourself. Everything is black–something you’ve noticed is a guaranteed head-turner. Men especially can’t keep their jaws off the floor when you go this route. Your skirt is short, flaring out just enough at your hips and stopping just below your ass. It barely covers all the important bits, but it does. You’ve got a lace bralette adorning your chest, covered only by an off the shoulder fishnet “top,” if you can call it that. A sizable corset belt connects your top and bottom halves, hiding the skin that would otherwise be on display without it. To finish things off in the most heartless way possible, you’ve opted for thigh highs and chunky ankle boots. You look like the femme fatale of everyone’s dreams and you know it.

You’re watching as a tall, caramel-skinned, muscular man eye fucks you while simultaneously kissing the neck of a perfectly pretty girl that has glued herself to his front. He’s not subtle. You’re holding eye contact while the poor girl thinks she has his full attention. It’s fucked up but this is fun for you. You let your fingers skate across your scantily clad chest for his view, drinking it up when his eyes follow every movement automatically. It’s as if he has no choice but to let you lure him in further.

It’s only when he looks back up to you and then flicks his gaze towards the bathroom that it stops being fun. You roll your eyes and look away from him, giving him back to the girl eagerly pulling his leg between hers. You never wanted him. You just wanted his desire. You wanted to see if you could have it and how much of it he would give you. Now you know. Now it’s boring again.

As you’re scanning the room for a new distraction–a new plaything, perhaps–you notice that there is already someone looking at you. Not just looking generally like most of the men in the room, but looking up at your face with a knowing smirk on his. Okay, you’ll bite. You’re curious. You look back at him without hesitation, expecting him to pretend he wasn’t staring at you, but he doesn’t. He stares back and the smirk on his lips grows just enough for you to notice. You raise a brow at him. Why are you looking at me like that? Understanding your silent question, he tosses his gaze in the direction of your last victim and you have to chew on your lip to keep from laughing.

Oh. So he knows what you’ve been up to.

You shrug your shoulders with faux innocence, eyes turning doll-like to sell your character. His head sways on his shoulders as he “considers” whether or not to believe you, and then he just nods, winking at you before dropping his eyes from yours, his attention now elsewhere. That’s all she wrote, it seems.

Except now you’re the one that’s intrigued. Now you’re the one that can’t take your eyes off of him.

Refusing to let that be it, you decide to take a seat on the couch across from him. There are three: the one he’s sitting on, another placed at a right angle to his, and yours. You have to squish your body into the space at the end, the smell of too much cologne and alcohol flooding your senses as bodies are pressed on your free side and surrounding you behind the back of the couch. Normally, you would never do this. Being one with all the sloppy, foul-smelling randoms is not an option. But he is worth the sacrifice.

He. Who is he? You don’t know his name. You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen him before. You’d remember, wouldn’t you?

You realize that his precious attention is on his phone. His thumb is scrolling steadily, undoubtedly browsing his social media app of choice. Instagram? Twitter? He’s wearing headphones. What is he listening to? You chew on the inside of your cheek as you ponder his headphones for a second longer. He also doesn’t care about being here. There’s music playing in this house, but he’d rather listen to his own. You like that.

He doesn’t seem to notice you’re watching him–something you try not to be offended by–so you take the time to take in his appearance. You got a peek before, but you were more curious about the situation then, so now’s your chance to see what he really looks like.

He’s wearing a grey hoodie–oversized. The hood is up and one of his hands is in the pouch. His jeans are relaxed-fit and black and his sneakers match the color palette of the hoodie-jean combo. You can’t help but think you two would’ve looked great showing up together tonight. Maybe, if things go your way, you can leave together instead. You can’t see much of his face with it turned downward, but you notice the way his dark hair covers his eyebrows and an unexpected button nose.

As if he could sense you, his gaze drifts upwards until you’re once again making eye contact. You fight the urge to look away and make a mental note of how much you hate being on this side of the game you play. The little smirk is back on his face and he sits back into the couch, dropping his phone in his lap. His much too inviting lap. He has been manspreading since you started looking at him, but it’s harder to ignore that when he’s leaning back like he is now.

What? He mouths from his side of the room, a playful glint in his eye.

You find yourself shrugging at him for the second time tonight and it makes you feel off your game. You search for something to say that might turn the tables back in your favor. It has to be simple enough to read on your lips. You’re sure he can’t actually hear you with his headphones still in.

You don’t really get the chance to think about it too much. The sweaty bodies that had been pressing into you now and again are suddenly moving a lot more than before. You reluctantly look away from him to see what’s going on, but all you know is that everyone seems to be getting up and stumbling towards the back door. Good. You don’t care why. You just want them all gone.

You allow yourself to settle into the couch more comfortably and look back at what’s-his-name. He seems to be able to read some confusion on your face. Pool, he explains. Ah, so that’s where everyone is going. You can’t help but think that drunk people shouldn’t be anywhere near a pool, but the selfish part of you determines that it’s not your problem and you’d much rather stay where you are.

There are a few stragglers left in the room now, but you feel strangely alone with this man. It’s the tunnel vision, you figure.

“What’s your name?” You have to know.

He doesn’t seem to be adept at lip-reading, because he pulls out one of his headphones and asks you to repeat yourself.

“What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”

Okay, he’s good. If he wants to play, you’ll play. You consider what you know about him, but it’s almost nothing. You know that he’s observant. You know that he’s not necessarily interested in what everyone else is doing. You assume, based on his knowledge that everyone was going to the pool, that he probably knows someone here quite well. You don’t have much else to work with and, for some reason, that’s thrilling.

You hum to yourself, crossing one leg over the other so that your skirt rides up just enough to be noticeable–a test. Will he fall into your trap, staring like all the others? Unable to proceed because he’s too busy drooling? Yes–no. His eyes briefly follow your movement, but they come back to yours before you can tempt him further. Okay, so he’s interested, but he’s not a mindless, horny dog. Good.

“You’re not going to the pool?”

“Are you?”

You roll your eyes but you’re wearing a stupid grin on your face. He’s being annoying but it’s working. “When are you going to start giving me real answers?”

“When are you going to come sit in my lap?”

You hesitate. You never hesitate. “What?”

“Easier to talk to you if you’re not all the way over there.”

You cock your head, many questions floating around in your mind. He’s not wrong, but sitting beside him would work just as well.

He picks up his phone, previously resting in his lap, and places it on the arm of the couch instead. He knows you’re going to come to him. You wish he was wrong.

You take inventory of the room before standing, but you’re not sure why. You don’t normally mind who sees you doing what with who. The room is empty aside from two people passed out on the couches, but neither of them are close enough to be a problem. Lacking any reason to prolong the inevitable, you stand, smoothing your skirt down your thighs before walking over to your mystery man.

His head falls back against the cushion behind him as he gazes up at you. He’s patient. He doesn’t rush you even as you just stand there looking at him. He’s even more gorgeous up close. You’re sure his eyes were round and adorable earlier, but right now they’re heavily lidded. You don’t know if substance or lust is to blame.

“Do you need me to help you?”

You internally curse yourself for the response your body has to that question, the warmth between your legs too evident for you to ignore at this point. He’s so sure of himself. He’s not intimidated by you. God, that’s fucking hot.

“What if I do?”

You don’t. You both know you don’t. Still, he reaches his long arms behind you, hands carefully gripping the backs of your thighs, expertly pulling you forward and dropping you into his lap. As if to say I got you, he winks.

You need to stop yourself from obsessing over the feel of his grip on your plush thighs, so you quickly try to redirect: “What are you listening to?”

Without answering, he offers you one of his headphones. You take it, somehow surprised by how much he can make you feel while saying so little. You place the headphone in your ear and nod when you hear the r&b song invading your inner world. You’re not sure what song it is, but you had him pegged for an r&b guy.

The music is much better than anything that’s been playing since you’ve been here. You guess he probably listens to a lot of artists that aren’t mainstream. The music is almost too good, actually. It’s making everything feel really intimate right now. But then again… you are sitting in his lap and gazing at each other while sharing his headphones. Maybe it just is intimate.

Minutes of silence and tension pass. Well, not literal silence. There’s the music, obviously. But you barely register it. You’re lost, staring into his eyes because he doesn’t shy away from looking right back into yours. This is the drunkest you’ve ever felt at a party.

“You’re…” You can tell by how long his mouth is moving that he said more, but you could only hear the ‘you’re’ at the beginning of his sentence.

“What?” You mouth back.

His hands, well-behaved at his sides until now, move. One of them beckons you closer to him at your lower back and the other plucks the headphone from your ear momentarily. “You’re too pretty to be here,” he mumbles against your ear, every hair on your body standing up. He replaces the headphone and sits back again, letting his hands rest on your outer thighs. It’s like he doesn’t even know that he’s driving you fucking crazy. Except he does. That’s his modus operandi.

You’re quickly losing any shred of composure you had. You want to be frustrated that he’s able to put you under his spell like this, but you’re too busy wanting him with every fiber of your being. Fuck, you hiss under your breath, closing your eyes and tilting your head to the ceiling. Maybe if you stop looking at him. Maybe if you turn your head to the heavens…

You almost jump when your moment of self-collection is interrupted, your fingernails leaving crescent moons on the insides of your palms.

“You should let me fuck you with my fingers.”

His voice is too close again. You turn your head back and find that his is right there, eyes showing no signs of the nervousness you feel. God, his lips are right there too. You hadn’t realized when he did it, but the music is quieter now. He wanted to make sure you heard him.

“That’s… bold. Isn’t it?”

His face twists into that of a scoff, but he doesn’t audibly scoff at you. He waits to make sure your eyes stay locked on his before he speaks.

“Is it? You don’t know me. You don’t know my name. You know absolutely nothing about me but you came right to my lap when I asked and now you’re practically drooling all over my clothes and your eyes are begging for me. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Well… when he puts it like that. But you don’t want it to be so easy. You hate being the easy one. You scoff, for real this time. You look away from him, but you know it’s in vain because you make no effort to get off his lap or refute him.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he repeats. You’re not sure when his hand snuck its way between your thighs, but you can feel his fingers permitting themselves up your skirt, only stopping when his middle one is pressed against the crotch of your panties. You curse under your breath again. Now he knows how badly you want him. Surely he can feel it in the warm wetness there.

You turn your head back to him just in time to see him smirk.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll fuck you nice and good so you don’t have to keep making a mess of yourself, yeah?”

You feel yourself clench around nothing at his vulgar language. You need him to keep that promise.

Your lids already feel heavy as he pushes his way inside your panties, fingers collecting some of your slick before gliding up to your aching nub. Your eyes look around the room again and you hear the music’s volume go back up. Everyone is still outside, but you can see more people on the other side of the windows, and it makes you think that it might not be long before some of them start coming back in. It’s a good thing he’s just using his fingers and that you won’t last long anyway.

Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment when you realize how overwhelmed you are already–this gorgeous man under you, his fingers sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body, the music just loud enough that you can’t hear anything else. You gasp when your head is being turned against your will. Look at me, he mouths, knowing you won’t be able to hear him. He doesn’t let go of your jaw until he feels sure that you won’t look away again.

When he does let go, it’s at the same time as his middle finger pushes itself inside of you, making your jaw fall slack and your eyes grow wide. You didn’t know he was wearing rings until you could feel the bulky, cold metal stretching you out. You can’t hear yourself well, but you know you moaned and you know it wasn’t quiet. You can feel it in your throat. His tongue skates over his bottom lip, clearly enjoying the way you melt into his hands.

Your hands reach down, clutching his legs under you for support. His finger fucks into you not quite fast, not quite slow, his thumb making sure to give attention to your clit as well. You can’t peel your eyes away from his face. You want to kiss him, but you’re not sure if that’s “allowed” and you don’t want the sting of rejection when you’re feeling this good.

While you’re burning his face into your memory, you notice that his headphone is laying on his shoulder. Did it fall out or did he take it out? You reach with a shaky hand to put it back in for him, but he shakes his head. Want to hear you. To punctuate himself, he pushes a second finger inside you, relishing in the choked out sob it pulls out of you. God, when did you get this needy? You barely recognize yourself.

His fingers speed up now, thrusting in and out of you with ease, and you’re grateful you can’t hear the squelching sounds you’re undoubtedly making. You’re moaning nonstop at this point, wishing you knew his name so you could latch onto it, cry for him while he takes you for himself. His thumb is harsh on your clit, your thighs shaking, tears pricking your eyes. You see him faux pout at you through your blurry vision.

He leans forward again, holding your upper body against him with his hand on your lower back–the same as before. The music gets quiet and his voice is low in your ear. “What if I make you cum right here? In my lap when everyone’s just outside? Would you like that?”

Neither of you miss the way you clench around his fingers. “Mm?” He asks, lips ghosting over your ear, but never fully giving you anything. You shiver from head to toe.

Unexpectedly, his fingers slow. You whine, having expected him to do the opposite. “Guess you don’t want it after all.”

“N-no! Please,” you beg. Your hand grasps for his, wrapping around his wrist in the hopes of keeping his fingers inside of you. “God, fuck, please make me cum.”

“Hmm.” The vibration of his consideration so close to your ear makes you feel like you are vibrating. Fuck, maybe you are. He pulls back just enough to look at your face, his fingernail lightly scratching at your clit to keep you twitching. He lets his gaze drop to your lips and his own lips part. He leans in—even closer, if that’s possible—and you’re so sure he’s going to kiss you.

“Then cum for me.”

He speaks the words against your lips and before you have time to process them, his fingers are fucking into you mercilessly, his eyes boring into yours. The music gets louder—louder than it ever was before. His free hand is wrapped firmly around your waist, trying to keep you from falling off his lap from his rough handling of you.

You’re so overstimulated by this situation that you can’t think or hear or even see. You can only feel. You feel so full.

He never does kiss you. He just wants the up close and personal view of your face when you cum on his fingers, tears wetting your cheeks as you moan louder than you should given your setting. “Fuck,” he groans, more to himself than to you.

He carefully removes his fingers from your cunt as you try to refocus yourself, blinking away the tears in your eyes and gripping his shirt for some source of steadiness. He’s smirking at you and you want to be annoyed, but how can you be when he inserts his fingers into his mouth, cleaning you off him? You whine like someone that didn’t just orgasm moments ago. How can you still possibly want him this bad?

His eyes glance in the direction of a sound and you realize it’s the back door. Oh. Right. You glance too and your stomach tenses when you realize that only a few people are walking in, but there are already more people in the house than there were when you last checked. How long have they been there? How much did they see?

You’re deciding whether you want to know when, like a few times already tonight, the man’s voice is interrupting you. “Sorry, pretty. My uber’s here.”

You have to stop your jaw from dropping as you turn to look at him. When did he even call one? Just now? You didn’t expect him to literally just make you cum and dip.

He carefully pulls your panties back into place and gives your cheek a chaste kiss, tapping your thighs to signal that he needs you to get up. You do stand, albeit on wobbly legs, and watch as he makes his way to the front door, giving you one last wink before he disappears.

#th: omega x #th: ox #th: yechan #omega x smut #ox smut #yechan smut

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toxicrecs · 1 month

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I'm on a break from reading and writing (aside from my boyd-a-thon event! Keep'em coming) but don't want that to keep me from sharing fics you may like. I used to tag anything I hadn't read "tbr" , but I don't want to give false expectations. I'm a slow reader and picky - easily deterred by length, amount of plot, tags that aren't rly my thing (ex: structured explicitly negotiated kinks with rules), or things on the heavier / more serious side. I don't read many pedro fics these days unless something specific hooks me, like a kink. (ex: object insertion, dvp). Also, I appreciate the sentiment when people think of me when they see dark fics, but I hope people don't feel slighted by me not reading every dark thing. I enjoy writing dark and I like many dark fics, but i'm often more into super horny or "shouldn't be doing this" stuff. There are some things I enjoy writing but not always reading, for example I'm often more comfortable being in control of angst and fluff. Btw I also don't see everything. You're welcome to tag me in whatever - gifs, edits, fics, etc, or just to say hi 🖤. I love that (although it doesn't always get to me due to Tumblr bugs). but plz don't count on me stumbling across something. I follow a shit ton of accts in various fandoms and have unfollowed Pedro tags for my peace. It isn't fun seeing the dash taken over by discourse for like a week at a time. And it's disappointing how many people will not only believe but repeat anything they hear.

You're welcome for the detailed update on my sexual appetite and miscellaneous anxiety. Love you 🖤

p.s. none of this should make you question your boyd-a-thon plans, I promise will gobble up whatever you write and love it.

other text post: Raider fic rec history

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Rarely, there could be a blocking error.

#📢#so if i rb without tags i may or may not read it #but am pickier about pedro because of the overwhelming supply #and my declining interest largely due to fandom bs #idea rec #fandom dumpster fire rec

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yankpop · 2 years

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Yandere NCT Dream: You ask them for a pregnancy test

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Soft yandere.

AN: I changed a bit so it's not always the same scenario. Since you didn't especify, i did all for very soft yandere. Thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy it 💖

Mark

You repeat yourself as Mark simply stares at you, a surprised frozen expression on his face. “Mark!” you snap your fingers over your boyfriend’s face.

It immediately brings him to life and he lunges forwards to you, hugging you tight. Pulling back after a second, he looks at you. “Are you serious? We’re gonna have a baby? Our baby?” you shrug your shoulders, trying to contain a small smile from forming.

“Maybe? I don’t know yet. That’s why we need that test.” your words cause Mark to nod and mutter a very determined “I got it”.

He dashes towards the door, only to quickly turn around to grab his wallet, followed by a second interruption to pick his phone but he stumbles on the floor, almost falling.

It makes you laugh as Marks gives you a shy look. “I’m in a hurry to find out if our dreams are really becoming true or not.”

Renjun

“We’ve been waiting for 5 minutes already, how long is it going to take? I do hope it’s fast cause we don’t have all night.” You merely stare at Renjun as he keeps discussing with the hospital staff about the blood test you did.

It’s barely been 2 minutes yet Renjun was already getting impatient, something that even though you can relate, you still try to endure it.

Catching Renjun’s hand, you pull him away from the nurse, offering her a small apologizing smile. Renjun turns to you, already opening his mouth to start complaining once again but you’re faster than him.

“It’s okay, Renjunnie, it’s their job and it’s going to take time to find out. You’re just stressing me out this way.” As soon as you say it, Renjun’s face softens and he pulls you for a hug, gently kissing your cheek.

“I’m sorry, darling. I just want to find out if we're really going to be a family or not. It’s my dream, you know? For us to be bonded like that.” His words make your heart swell with love and comfort.

How on earth did you find such a caring and passionate guy?

You’re truly lucky.

Jeno

You watch as Jeno stumbles across the aisle, his eyes turning big at the sight of the enormous collection of tests. He hesitantly grabs one of them and then slowly starts to gather more of them until his arms are literally stuffed full with tests.

Walking back to your shopping cart, he drops all of them and looks at you with an inquisitive look. “Are these enough? Should I get more?”. You let out a small laugh and intertwine your arms together, peeking his cheek.

“No, those are more than enough, don’t worry.” you reassure him as he sneaks his arms around your waist as you keep pushing the cart.

“I hope it’s positive. Can’t wait for us to start having lots of babies.” he mutters into your ear, making you hide away a smile.

You hope that too.

Haechan

“Haechan, can you at least turn around?” you ask your boyfriend, who stares at you with an expectant look. It doesn’t help the fact that you’re in an extremely delicate situation, sitting on the toilet while trying to figure out how to pee on a tiny stick.

Fortunately, Haechan does turn his back on you but your relief is short-lived as you both make eye contact through the mirror that stands in front of him. “Okay, change of plans. You need to get out of here. Once I’m done, I’ll call you.” you exclaim.

He pouts at you, complaining about it. “But I also want to be here. To make sure you get this right.” you roll your eyes at his response.

“I think I can manage this on my own. I’ll call you as soon as I’m done, okay?” Haechan pouts even harder but finally nods and leaves the bathroom. No even a second later, he knocks on the door.

“Are you done yet?”

Jaemin

A small package falls into your lap and as you grab it, you’re more than surprised to see it’s a pregnancy test. Next to you, Jaemin merely gives you a motherly smile.

“Your period is late this month, honey. We should be sure if it can mean something else or not” he declares, nonchalantly heading back towards the kitchen.

You’re left dumbfound at this since you didn’t even notice that you hadn’t gotten your period this month.

Gosh, you are such a clumsy person. Maybe that’s why you’re so lucky to have Jaemin since he takes such good care of you, always noticing every single detail about your life and health.

Best boyfriend ever.

Chenle

“And we’re going to have the master bedroom remodeled and we’re going to hire the best architect to design the new baby room.” you give Chenle a small dreamy smile as you watch him going overboard with the plans.

Until you remembered that you didn’t even take a test yet. “Babe, I need you to run to the store and grab a few pregnancy tests, okay? Just to be sure.” you interrupt your fiance, who gives you a small reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, I already told the house staff to buy at least 20 tests from different brands.” You raise your brows in surprise, to which Chenle merely shrugs his shoulders.

“Like you said, we need to be sure. I’m not leaving any margin of error.”

Jisung

“A pregnancy test?”

You patiently nod as Jisung stares at you, his mouth slightly agape. He’s completely frozen in that spot for the past 2 minutes and you’re starting to think that he’s trying to become a statue. “Isn’t that for pregnant ladies?” he tentatively asks you, his eyebrows twisting in complete confusion.

Once again, you nod and almost start laughing at the way Jisung seems completely perplexed. You grab one of his large hands and place it on your lap. “I think I might be pregnant, baby. That’s why we need it. To be sure.” you slowly explain as Jisung’s face seems to finally acknowledge the true meaning of your words.

“Oh, should we go buy it now? Or should we wait until the baby is here?” His words make you burst out laughing, making you pull Jisung up and head towards the door.

It’s better to go with Jisung unless you want him to buy every test available on the store except for the pregnancy test.

#yandere nct #@yankpop #yandere nct dream #yandere haechan #yandere jaemin #yandere mark #yandere chenle #yandere jeno #yandere renjun #yandere jisung

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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I just stumbled across your dash and I love Morell so much already! I was curious what he would do if his piglet offered him a juicy part of themself (chunk of a thigh or stomach perhaps) to actually cook and eat?

[Cum his pants on the spot- Fem reader.]

(Minors dni)

TW: Morell is his own warning. Romanticized cannibalism, graphic descriptions.

It doesn't matter why you do it. Maybe it comes from a place of genuine fear. You think, with your stress-fried brain, that perhaps offering the large human-eating monster a part of yourself to eat could grant you freedom.

Morell certainly speaks of you as if you're the most divine-tasting creature to ever walk this Earth- Yet he won't risk eating you. He's told you you're too good to eat, because he won't find another one quite like you again. If you solve Morell's conundrum and give him just a tiny piece of yourself without a fight, could that be your ticket out of this hellhole?

Of course not, who the fuck are you kidding?! But you still tried anyway, didn't you?

Because it's your only thread of hope left. Without it, you'll break. You're not ready to give up, you have to try something. It's that wild animal desperation that prompts you to speak when Morell brings you out of the warehouse during closing hours.

" W-What if you just t-took some of my thigh? " You begin meekly while the mushroom giant tidies random cutlery. Morell freezes, back turned to you.

" Y-You like that part, r-right? I promise I won't fight, if- If you let me go afterwards... " The lack of reaction is raising bumps all across your body. He's just... Standing there, still as stone. You know he heard you, the kitchen is quiet, no one would miss it. " M-Morell? "

You hardly ever use his name. Maybe that's what kickstarts the macabre chef into action. In a blink, those large spotted hands dart for his cleaver and he's crowding your curled up form against the wall.

You've never seen such a wild look on his face before. His pupils are dilated to the point where his eyes are nearly all black. The edges of his toothy grin stretch past the chunky pink scarf around his neck and lower face. The monster always looks at you like a wolf at a chicken pen, yet the gaze he's sparing you now reveals nothing but pure sickness.

The monster crouched in front of you grabs your cheeks between his thumb and index, forcing your head forward, inches from his own. " Aw piggy, that's just so nice of ya. " He chuckles. " Wantin' ta gimme a taste? Yer too sweet... " The monster places a mock kiss on your own forcibly puckered lips, chuckling.

The moment Morell peels back, you get to see the massive shape tenting his smock. Oh God, he's getting turned on by this. Of course he is, this is his thing, he likes eating humans, what the fuck did you expect? Still, even if you have to humor his sick fetish, it might be a way out. However small the chance of that being the case is...

He definitely caught you looking. The large monster brings one palm to rub teasingly at himself while the other grabs onto your knee, yanking your leg up with such brutal force that you yell out in terror, of being dragged so easily as opposed to the pain itself. The chef rests said leg against his front and gropes its length greedily.

" This 'ere thigh? " He claps a palm over the meat of your limb. The force behind it spreads tingles on your skin. " All fer me? "

What the fuck kind of question is that? How are you supposed to respond? " Y-Yes, all- All for you. " Your fear-addled brain supplies, confused.

The predatory glint in his eyes brightens, it's not long before the mushroom monster is fumbling with his pants to fish his engorged cock out. It's... A peculiar looking thing, you'll admit. Certainly big enough to scare. You try to not stare and keep calm as Morell begins lazily stroking himself to your words.

The lustful chef grabs his cleaver and brings it to the rags on your chest- They can't really be called clothes after the tears and blows they've taken. In a flash of silver, there's a cut through the middle of said fabrics. Your breasts bounce free for your captor's hungry eyes. You want to cover yourself, scream and hit and call him every name in the book, but... But maybe this can still work?

" And if I wanted ta cook yer juicy cut, would ya be a good piggy? Do it with me? " He rumbles, breath heavy with his own enjoyment of the fantasy.

You shudder at the thought of having to cook part of your body for his pleasure, hesitantly nodding with a pained grimace on your face.

" Well I'll be damned... " Morell groans, squeezing himself lewdly. " Since yer bein' so good, I'll let ya pick the seasoning! Sound good, piglet? "

You can barely force yourself to nod this time, chest heaving in horror as soon as you feel the blade of that cursed meat cleaver rest on the smooth expanse of your bare upper thigh. You can see it in the monster's eyes, he's already calculating what part to take and how to do it cleanly. The way the chef practically steams with lust is grotesque, bringing his tongue to lave at blunt yet powerful teeth and tinting his cheeks a dull ocean blue.

" Oh, one last thing honeypie- " Morell begins anew after his silent evaluation, thumb spreading precum over the tip of his fat cock. " I need ya to sit down at the table and eat it with me too. "

The way he says it, so giddy, as if such is the most romantic thing the two of you could ever do together- It makes something deep inside you shrivel up in unadulterated repugnance. He's seriously considering it, making you cook your own flesh and eat it with him?! Just because... Just because it gets him off. The way he's quietly grunting in pleasure at the mere thought of it kills you inside. He's going to come from this alone. You can't- You can't do this. It's too much, it's horrible, you don't want to-

" Well then, let's get'cha on the cuttin'- "

" No! " You cry out, starting to sob in barely repressed panic. " P- Please please- I'm sorry no- "

" No? " Morell taunts, a colder glaze to his hues.

" Mm'sorry- Please Morell- I d-don't wanna- "

The chef shakes his head and snorts, starting to chuckle under his breath. " Knew ya were bluffin' piggy... " He coos, stroking his knuckles over your cheek tenderly. As tenderly as a human-eating monster can really.

" Ya know what they do ta liars where I'm from, pretty pig? " The mushroom monster growls, grabbing your wrist tightly, ignoring your frightened cry of pain. " Cut 'em fingers off one by one. Till they got no more. Then... Then they take the tongue. "

" PLEASE- I'M SORRY- " You don't know what else to say. He's gonna cut your fingers off, he's going to bite them off, swallow them forever oh God fuck why did you even do this-

" Sssshh- Hush, hush now. 'S okay... " The giant shroom soothes, petting your hair with his other, dirty hand. You don't even care, you just need to calm down. He edges your trapped wrist towards his exposed groin, still standing at attention in spite of- Or perhaps because of, your distress.

" Now fix yer mess. And don' make promises ya can't keep next time... "

#Morell oc #this got dark :]#yandere monster #monster x human #yandere teratophilia

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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Stranger Things Headcanons: Being Dustin’s older sister, a nerdy metalhead, and becoming closer with Eddie and Steve - Part 3

Masterlist

Word Count 14 K (This is almost like an oneshot written on items)

Warnings: Eddie and Steve simp for the reader in their different ways. There is one smut headcanon, but the description of it is more of an implication. Some more of my usual cultural references.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x (Fem) Henderson!Reader, Steve Harrington x (Fem) Henderson!Reader.

Notes: Im once again reminding you that my memory of the timelines suck, sorry for that. Like i mentioned in a recent post, this goes deep into the prom headcanons because i got very into imagining that concept. That means that this series is going to be at least one part longer than what I expected. In between this and part 4 I will be as well posting an oneshot that will follow the inmediate moment after this one’s ending.

Also, I was halfway into writing this when I stumbled across this smut headcanon post for Eddie that blessed my dash and gave me some unusual inspiration. If you want to get more context for why I included that casual little hint of smut, reading that and being unable to stop the thoughts in my head afterwards made me do it.

Tags: @losersclubisms @p-hoenix@bilesxbilinskixlahey @chalametnpeaches@beautifultypewriter-recommends @thatsonezesty13 @poppet05 @starkssnarks @tasmbestspdrman @shinycloudss @slut-for-bucky-barnes @rosecolorgardens @yourthebrokengirl @alexandraoonaghives @dark-angel-is-back

- News would travel fast but you decided to act faster by telling all your friends about your date. After all, you had nothing to hide because you were doing nothing wrong.

- Well, almost nothing. Steve’s invitation was a huge surprise. Despite it having perfectly logical motives,you couldn't help feeling... Flattered? Amazed? He seemed so worried about your answer, it wasn't what you would expect from a friend that was simply asking you a favor... Why did he have to make you feel like a pretty girl for it?

- That was exactly how you felt, for as ridiculous as it sounded to you... and he was causing it. His adorable nerves were something new, never before you saw a guy reacting like that in front of you. Even when you knew you weren't the case, you felt like one of those truly gorgeous girls that make boys stutter when they approach them.

- In reality, the closest and most believable explanation you found was that your new threatening look was what made him nervous. If you intimidated Steve, it must have happened in the spirit that would make someone fear a dragon, not the kind of fear making a boy nervous of approaching a cute girl.

- Your thoughts were going against the evidence of your everyday experience and realistic self deprecation. It was the proof that Dustin's wishfulness over you two was finally poisoning your mind. You were smiling to the idea of going on a fake date with your friend, wondering if that was how Carrie felt when Tommy Ross asked her out for prom, and feeling very stupid about it.

- He treated you sweetly and he sold the concept to you so easily. It almost felt like if he truly wanted to take you on that date and you wouldn't be just the replacement for Nancy.

- A fact that you didn’t mention in your talk with Johnnatan. His reaction was of a similar surprise regarding Steve’s attitude, but your acceptance of the ask wasn’t that much of a weird turn for him. He guessed that you were invoking an old pact you two had for that sort of thing, making Steve benefit from the contract breaking because then he was the one without a girlfriend. Congratulating your friend for his romantic achievement, you were picking up the pieces of the mess left behind of it.

- Or that was what he thought. Even if you wished that date was real, nobody would care. Populars would surely be making you two the token of all the jokes anyway, but no one whose opinion you actually cared to hear would see it as an issue. Despite his previously expressed arguments against Steve, you thought Eddie wouldn't care because he would never look at you like that.

- The truth that you wouldn't get to see by yourself was that he felt very conflicted and hopeless with the news. He cared, jealousy was killing him from the inside and he was even more surprised than you.

- So far, his theorized fear was about you getting some hopeless crush on Harrington after he played hero in that fight with Hargrove. The new evidence turned everything upside down and he began to wonder what the basketball player wanted with you.

- " I am merely applying a standard protocol I have designed with Johnnatan under the assumption we both were going to remain as dateless losers till graduation." You tried to bring sense into the facts appealing to a very real thing of your highschool loser lifestyle. " My friend got a girlfriend far before that could happen, that girl dumped another guy for him and now that guy is graduating."

" Bullshit, it is a thankful gesture for your brave knight. " Eddie replicated. He didn't seem pissed off, but he was clearly not happy with your explanation. " You just want to wear a cute dress for him and get to play Cinderella. "

" I am a replacement, Eddie. Second choice, late hour call. He wanted to go with his girlfriend but now he doesn't have one anymore... How romantic do you think that can be?" You insisted, showing annoyance. " The protocol stands to protect any helpless loser friend of mine from being shamed over not having a date. Guess what? I am a helpless loser and I know how it feels to be rejected. "

It wasn't completely obvious, but you were thinking on your assumed as unrequired feelings for him in that last phrase.

" Prove it. "

Since he would insist, you just had to make the simple one on one pact into an official rule valid to be applied for all your friends. In short terms, involving Hellfire into the agreement.

" Anyone here needing the same sort of help I'm giving to Steve is welcomed to actívate the emergency protocol. "

The silence indicated that it was most likely they were actually considering it.

" What if a few of us would graduate at the same time? " Gareth finally spoke, with well intentioned curiosity. " You can't be everyone's date at once. "

" In that case we may need to solve it the old way." You kindly answered, making up a new rule for a code that was imagined with only one guy in mind. " A tournament. Eddie picks the tests and we let fate decide. "

- Eddie knew that he would have to invent some terrible excuse to keep his jealousy hidden. Everyone else seemed satisfied with your answer but he wouldn't get convinced.

" The code stays. It is a brilliant idea and not the actual center of my questioning." He replicated, faking a solemn neutrality. " I disagree with its applicability for the case of Harrington because he is not one of us. Before accepting his request for appealing to it you should have convocated us to council in order to deliberate if It was worthy of consideration."

" IT IS MY CODE!!" You complained. " I created it with my loser best friend and I get to decide how to use it now that it doesn't hold any utility for him. "

" If you want to be one of us you will have to accept that certain choices must be made in the community. Like, for instance, your involvement in that popularity shitfest holding hands with that disowned jock. "

- Despite the concept being a nightmare to him, he didn't make a single Carrie joke. In his mocks, he only compared you to Cinderella and that alone should have sended you a message. He was thinking on you looking all dolled up in some beautifull dress and it felt dreamy as fuck, what he hated given that he wouldn't be the guy taking you to the ball.

- The most curious thing to you was that, for someone who hated the idea, he seemed way too interested in it. He would even make occasional asks about the state of your plans, encouraging you to ramble about the outfit ideas you were thinking.

- The style was your main struggle. If there was one thing you had in clear, that was how you didn't want the princess-like look of Carrie. In that snake pit full of popular people you would be at high risk of being mocked and you needed something that could give you confidence. The problem was that you had no idea of where to start digging for it.

- The first clue on the direction you wanted to take came directly from Steve at one night he was at your house joining you, Dustin and Mike in watching one of your favorite tv shows.

- It was a horror show dedicated to class B movies that were either too niche or too awful to be transmitted anywhere else. Your mother had some discrepancies about the revealing dressing code of the show's hostess, but she would allow Dustin to watch it with you anyways. In the opposite case, Karen forbade Mike from watching it because, of all the stuff the show displayed, she chose to get scandalized about the sexy gothic lady introducing the movies and laughing with the audience in self aware jokes.

- Steve only knew of Elvira as a merchandising pin up girl, learning with you that the character had a cult show that was the delight of freaks. Like in any other case, you were ready to begin an exploratory ramble for him.

- " She is more than a poster girl for horror fans, Cassandra Peterson is awesome. I read an article about her once in a horror fanzine and it was super inspiring. She is not there just to look sexy in a way that attracts freaks... She is one of us herself! "

Your excitement was a bit adorable to him.

" ... She came from a small town just like this one and she suffered a lot of bullying. She was an outcast girl, mocked for her looks because of some burning scars she got in an accident. She grew up being told that she was ugly and now look at her! She puts into her character and she shows such incredible charisma. I love that woman, I aspire to have that confidence."

- Steve wasn't clearly thinking about what he said to you afterwards. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spit it like he did.

" Well, you can work on the confidence part because you already have the nice boobs. "

- He regretted it immediately but it was too late. Mike, the rebellious guest seeking to watch the forbidden program, was then visibly disgusted and your brother made the callout for you.

- " SHE IS MY SISTER! Man, you can't be talking of her like that."

" It's not like we forgot that you also used to date my sister. " Mike followed. " It's not cool, don't make it awkward. "

You fixated on the TV screen pretending that you didn't hear anything of what was being said, but Steve made things worse with a dorkish sounding clarification of his misfortuned phrase.

" Boobies are a totally normal thing that we shouldn't be ashamed of. I mean, she wears oversized rock band t-shirts for a reason. Looking like her I wouldn’t want to be the only girl in the nerds table at school, better if they don’t get to notice. "

“ Says the perv who is talking about her boobs” Mike rushed a comeback. “ Don’t stereotype us, we aren’t all creeps.“

“ I’m just saying that she is very pretty overall, but that is the sort of thing that gives those dudes clues about it.”

- Awkwardness aside, that conversation led you into a positive discovery. To let your fears of being mocked behind, you could develop through fashion choices an entire concept for a character you could play as a self aware joke of your weirdness. Make fun of yourself before others could do it, take control of the jokes and, maybe, abuse the court jester privilege if the context invited you to do it. As you said to Steve in the middle of your ramble, you wished you could be as much of a confident freak as Cassandra showed to be through the character of Elvira.

- Your character had to be a witch. A dark goth vampiric looking approach wouldn’t work the same way symbolically and fashion wise. Censored Elvira, cleaned up from the sexy aspects of her look, was just Morticia Addams and you weren’t going to straighten your hair anyways. Curly hair was a pop culture trait of witches, an image so instaurated in common sense that the phrase “ witch’s hair” was used before by some well intentioned adults to describe yours in a bad hair day.

- Besides, the popular iconography of the witch as a suspicious woman fitted better with the mysticism implied in the comments of Steve about you being the only girl in a numerous group of weird dudes. It was also an excellent way to satirize the entire concept of the club’s stigma.

- Among all those very cool sounding reasons, you also picked it because Eddie had lovefully compared you to a witch before and his sweet words made you melt each and every time he did it. If confidence was what you needed, evoking those memories was going to be a good point.

- The dress had to be red in honor of Hellfire. Elegant, but with some subtle accentuation of the cleavage. Enough to be a change in comparison to the oversized shirts, but nothing scandalizing. The witch thing was a thematic concept for a formal dress, not a Halloween costume.

- As your preparations advanced, you made sure to consult Steve before adventuring into dress shopping. It was not your intention to spoil the surprise, but you needed to be sure if he was going to feel comfortable with what you were planning to do.

- He was amazed to hear how much effort you were putting into something that was about him. You knew that you both would be surrounded by quite a few bullies so you were planning your way to stay strong for him. You were taking all that bother and you weren't even trying to make him like you through it. He adored you for it..

- " Facing normals as your date is not going to be easy, so I am going to create a confident character for it. A sort of thematic inspiration for my look and it is going to be about witchcraft." You were explaining to him" By now you must know that we are going to be mocked, that's why I'm going one step ahead of them. I'm not gonna be waiting for the bucket of pig's blood to fall over my head. "

" That is great, I love to see you have fun with this. " Steve sweetly encouraged you. " I want you to be comfortable, whatever it takes to make you smile is good for me."

That time you were the one blushing.

- Joyce offered herself to take you dress shopping. It was normal between her and your mom to make arrangements on who relevates who over certain activities involving their kids.Yours and the Byers were the only fatherless homes in Dustin’s friend group and the only case in which all the existent siblings were very close friends with each other as well. Your mothers got used to helping each other in the work-life balance combining their schedules when necessary.

- She was like a second mother to you, her house was your second home. The bonding over the years of friendship you and your brother had with her kids made it particularly special.

- Inviting Nancy wasn't an option, you simply couldn't submit her to that awkward moment. It was a bit of a letdown of the situation, because you two were getting progressively closer through discovering certain points of contact within your passions. The incredible amazement you felt at the realization that you were, in fact, like the intrepid reporter contextually forced to join forces with the (lowkey self insert) horror writer in a standard cliche horror-mystery novel shocked you in a positive way.

- You could have got very sad about your lack of female friends to share that sort of thing with, but El's infinite sweetness took you by surprise as she asked you by herself to let her accompany you.

- Max joined you as well, approaching your issue with sarcasm to make you feel less alone. " Does it look like I have many friendships with girls?" she told you at the time you were excusing yourself for bothering all of them due to your lack of girls among your same age friendships. The phrasing implied a certain ' It's just us' feeling and she closed the topic making a random joke about how you couldn't let a bunch of guys be your second opinion for a prom dress.

- Since you knew that no store would offer the exact same thing you wanted, you worried more about fitting. You tried on lots of red dresses strategically picking the ones you saw as more apted to be transformed.

- Style changes could be made later, working with your mom and the sewing machine. Like in any October when Dustin would get an idea for a Halloween costume impossible to find at stores, you could be changing the details yourself while asking your awesomely supportive mom for guidance.

- You all had so much fun, the company felt amazing and you didn't feel any sadness over not being able to bring a friend of your age. El and Max were the young witches of your small coven and that was nice anyways. In fact, one of them was actually like a real life witch.

- You began to wonder if you were perhaps on a viable road to build with any of the girls something similar to what Steve got with Dustin. Be that cool older friend they could see as a support in the girl issues they wouldn’t talk with their male friends. Hero worship aside, of course, you didn’t need any of that.

- Once you had what you wanted and began to work on the concept you noticed that there was a barely imperceptible missing piece that you didn't consider in that shopping getaway: you needed a new bra. It wouldn't make a difference for the outside, but it would for you. A red bra of perfect fitting, something that could make you feel perhaps a bit sexy and help with the confidence boosting. To the realization, you made your plans of going for it alone at some quick escapade after school.

- Plans that Eddie almost ruined completely because, in his unawareness of it, he wouldn't stop insisting on wanting to hang out with you.

- " You know how much I love to spend time with you, but I can't this time." You were trying to explain him without being direct, the light disappointment in his beautiful brown eyes was killing you. " I have some things to do, it's about my outfit for the party and I don't want you to get bored with that sort of shit."

" I'm never bored when I am with you." He sounded so adorable and he was about to get even sweeter. " What's about? Do you need to try on new shoes? I volunteer to play Prince Charming for your Cinderella."

“ Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not a princess.”

- You had to tell him, there was no other way he would get why you really needed to be alone for that.

- " Do you remember that I told you I am going to wear a red dress in a witchy style because I'm taking seriously that deal about representing Hellfire? "

Of course he did and he loved you for it.

"... Well, I need to buy a new bra. It seems like a minor detail but it can make the difference." You began to explain, trying to make the fashion talk equivalent of the old ' talking of menstruation to make men uncomfortable into stop asking questions' " I need one of the same color with nice fitting so I can actually create the cleavage effect in a way that wouldn't look cheap or overexposing."

- His mind went blank after listening to your description.

- " Sounds fun, sign me up." Was his unfortunate reply, that you interpreted as a joke.

" I don't need any second opinions for that, thanks. " You answered after some brief chuckling. " Is a detail I want to add to the look for a plus of confidence. I haven't told the guys because I don't want to hear any bad taste jokes, but I got the idea from watching Movie Macabre. The comedy style of Elvira is an inspiration for girls with low self esteem and weird interests. "

He was listening in silence and you felt sure that the girl stuff talking must have accomplished its purpose. By the way he was looking at you, you guessed he had to be feeling uncomfortable, so you closed the topic.

" They can't burn me at the stake if I am already on fire. I learned that from you and I want to make you proud."

- Eddie was a mess of mixed emotions, all feelings that were one way or another linked to romance, and he didn’t know what to do with them. You were his friend, the only girl around who showed herself willing to join the club and you were so excited about it that you were even trying to prove yourself a fitting member before asking to make it official. To you, simply being included in his group of weirdos was some sort of honor.

- You were also one of the few confirmed existent Corroded Coffin fans. He felt his heart about to explode when you secretly confessed to him, after a couple of times seeing their shows, that he was your favorite band member. He was so happy after getting to know that he managed to impress you like he actively seeked to.

- He was crushing on you so strongly and he admired you in every sense of the term. He loved your sweetness, your sense of humor, your awesome talent,your great imagination, your cool music taste and that wonderful way of understanding each other you two had… But he also loved your soft skin, your perfume, the taste of your lips, that he only tried once to end up dreaming awake with another casual chance to kiss you.

- The thought of you wearing a sexy red bra was too much to take. Then you choose to share with him, only him of all the dudes in the group, that you were adding that invisible touch because your inspiration for the witch prom dress concept was the Mistress of the Dark herself. You were talking of the comedy aspects in the character's hostess routine, the part about making fun of the movies and of herself with the audience, but he wasn't nor couldn't think of that.

- It wouldn’t be your intention, for sure, but the mental association of concepts brought to him some interesting ideas that did not match the complete reality of what you were planning. Wildly loose hair, red lipstick … a sexy red dress making you look like the style of witch that could be cover art of a metal album.

- There was no way you could have realized that your talk meant to make him feel uncomfortable in a ' I don't need to know more, just go' form caused a particularly contrary effect. What you were seeing wasn’t the awkwardness induced by something gross: Eddie was turned on. .

- He knew that, despite how much he sucked at hidding it, you had no idea because you were so innocent. Not in the sense of pureness or prudeness, more of absolute unawareness. It was as if the possibility of causing that on anyone would never cross your mind. An understandable attitude for a shy loser girl used to being ignored, he still couldn't believe that his were your first kisses.

- Knowing who you were made him feel awful about the things you made him think. Eddie was protective of you, his most adorable friend, yet he couldn't protect you from his thoughts. The romantical ones were nice crush induced stuff that he didn't mind indulging in because those were often inspired by your sweetness, but the sexual ones were torture for him.

- It would have been better for his sanity in all the aspects if you could have gone for the princess concept in his jokes, risking to feel like Carrie. It was obvious that you weren't going to dress like in his dirty fantasies, but you were going to look so beautiful in a style that he would love and it was all going to be for the eyes of Harrington. A guy that wouldn't even catch the symbology behind the idea and wouldn't appreciate it in the same way. That asshole didn’t deserve what you were doing for him, he didn’t deserve to be your first date.

- Like in your case, Eddie hasn’t dated much before. He may pretend in front of you to be this more experienced friend, but the real actual gap on that matter between you was not as huge as you thought. After all, you both were outcasts and even if you considered him way cooler than you, that was mostly in your perception but not a popular opinion.

- There was some excitement in the rest of Hellfire after you shared with them a very vague idea of what you wanted to do for your date. It certainly dissipated any initial doubts about your involvement in Steve's prom. Some of the boys even offered collaboration with ideas for subtle characterization details.

- Gareth was a total sweetheart, he wanted to do your makeup, but Eddie wouldn't miss the opportunity to make him his spy. After you accepted the offer, he gave him specific secret instructions of what he wanted to obtain. He could just show up at your house without warnings and find out by himself, but he wanted to avoid making a scene in case his jealousy could get out of control. After all you told him about your little brother, he couldn't afford causing a terrible first impression.

- Fortunately for you, things weren’t stressing because Steve made the ask with enough time ahead. Dealing with Dustin’s excitement was actually harder than the whole thing. It’s not like you didn’t appreciate his good intentions, but he was too young to understand certain things. Yes, you were going on a date with a sweet, handsome boy that cared to invite you, but that wasn’t an automatically erasing factor of your feelings for Eddie. Even if you could be catching feelings for Steve, that wasn’t going to make you forget him anytime soon.

- Your brother’s well intentioned intromissions were what was driving you crazy, so you begged him to stop. That only made him limitate himself to keep invading just Steve’s planning, pretending that he wasn’t at all tracking yours. In the spirit of his interventions, he even made him watch the film adaptation of Carrie.

- “ When were you going to tell me that my character dies like an idiot?” Steve complained to him about the ending. “ If I would have known that, I wouldn’t have followed your idea.”

“ First, it is a merciful death compared with the rest of the Bloody Prom. Second, it is symbolic.” Dustin defended his point by bringing out his inner horror nerd in a way that would have made you proud to see. “ Tommy is Carrie’s hope for happiness, social acceptance and love. He dies and that leaves her empty: now she has nothing to lose and is free to take revenge on everyone who ever hurted her. “

“ At least I can see now why my date has refused to take the spot of Carrie.”

“ She switched the plan because she is trying to protect herself from the disappointment. Carrie chose to fall for the princess fantasy, she is running in the opposite direction.”

“ I’m not like Tommy, I do want to date her.”

“ I shouldn’t say this because it is technically violating some form of sibling confidentiality, but I’m going to do it because I love her and if this helps, she will eventually forgive me. ”

Dustin made a pause, his silence was a strong indicator for Steve to understand that what he was going to say shouldn’t leave that room.

“ My sister got used to facing disappointment with crushes, it runs in the nerd blood of the family. She is the sort of girl with spin the bottle traumas because no boy wanted to kiss her. You know when some dickheads do this thing of bothering the boy they know the weird girl crushes on, just for him to deny it acting repulsed by her so the rest can see her getting humiliated? Or the ‘ Hey, my friend likes you’ pranks? That was middle school for her. She has been crushless all High until she got to like some dude who didn't feel the same and that broke her heart. She is awesome, but she has lost all hope of crushing on someone who could want to be with her. Be her hope, Steve, that’s what I mean with this.”

- The revelation filled him with angry sadness because it just wasn’t fair that you had to feel that way. Steve was then able to understand why you were so worried about the mockery. It wasn’t about you not wanting to face the jokes, you were trying to protect him because you feared that having to stand that situation could repulse him. You deserved so much better than the bullshit lessons in your bad experiences, it was unbelievable for him to hear that you have lost any awareness of your attractiveness to isolation, bad romantical luck and bullying.

- For how long have you been ignored or mistreated to convince yourself of that? Did he ever indirectly participate in it? He did remember that Carol used to pick on you, doing the femenine counterpart of his bullying to Johnnatan. That seemed to stop precisely as you got close to Munson and his group, the fear he inspired surely made her think twice before daring to keep bothering you. Steve couldn’t remember any particular episode, but the mere idea of you suffering because of something that Carol said and he stupidly supported was killing him. If it happened, it was surely just to see Johnnatan’s helpless anger about your pain, but he wasn’t able to forgive himself thinking that he could be part of your problem.

- Those were all lies of people that didn’t know you for real, fools that wouldn’t look at you twice like he once was. You deserved to know how beautiful you were, to stop separating yourself from the concept of a pretty girl. It was so normalized in your trivial speech to do that, not even in debate at any point of your normal conversation, and that was frustrating to hear for someone who fancied you. He was able to understand where it came from, but you didn’t have to feel that way if he still had any power left to do something about it.

- Every single praise commentary he said to you, he meant it. Even the terrible ones like that one escaping out of him accidentally in front of Dustin and Mike. It somehow ended up expressing a true inner worry he had about your bonding with other guys. You were the only girl, a hot nerdy girl, hanging out with a bunch of lonely nerd dudes. As a friend, that triggered on him some protectiveness. Because of his crush on you, he was perhaps a bit jealous.

- He had no clues of what your dynamic with the group was like, but he was able to imagine you as their freaky queen. All the nerds at your feet, subtly fighting each other over who is going to clean up some space for you to sit at their table because all of them want to be close to you. As their leader, Munson decides that you should sit next to him and you smile in agreement, unaware of what was going on between them because of your presence.

- In that imagined escenario, Steve thought that it must have become an implicit rule among them that the leader was the only one habilited to make subtle moves on you. It was his way of explaining why he was the only one of them who was so damn close to you all the time. Everytime he got to see Munson at school, it always happened around you and he was always touching you.

- Hugs from behind that he used to casually give you in the middle of a conversation that he wasn’t initially taking part in, but seemed to enjoy interrupting. Forehead kisses, playing with your hair tracing the patterns of your curls with his fingertips. Once he even got to see him sneaking his hands underneath the back of your shirt to make you squeak from the metalic coldness of his rings. It was a joke, but it showed a high level of physical intimacy between you two

- That used to awaken some secret jealousy on Steve. If he could just touch you as easily, if you could only show to be so physically comfortable with him as you were with your so-called friend Eddie. You two have hugged many times, but it wasn’t the same. He craved for chances to try different levels of physical intimacy and his prom would be the perfect space for that because it was, after all, a date. He wanted to test waters in all kinds of romantic approaches: hand holding, slow dancing, sweet whispering of cute nonsense.

- Perhaps, if there would be a proper opportunity for it, he may even try to kiss you. A bit of a rushed thought, especially remembering the advice he gave to Dustin on the matter some time before, but he couldn’t contain the excitement. It was strong enough to force him into a self reminder of not staring at your lips for too long while paying attention to your talk a couple of times. He was counting the left days until having you really close and all for himself.

- Then, the day finally presented itself and, along with your own excitement, you got to discover that your mom was one within your brother’s. They were both practically on the same page, but for different reasons. She was more about showing pride over your social accomplishments. Over that school year you made incredible progress and there were some noticeable changes, besides from the more obvious one in your self embraced appearance. You had a circle of friends that were around your age, you were going out and having fun like parents expected from their teen kids. Although she appreciated Jonathan, she was glad that he wasn’t your only friend anymore and you were keeping that very important friendship while cultivating new ones. Your social life was expanding and that was a great thing.

- What you told her of Eddie and Hellfire was very vague for some obvious reasons, including your secret getaways to see the shows of their band that she wasn’t supposed to find out. However, she wasn’t the kind of paranoid mother worrying over ‘ bad companies´. It was pretty pointless with you, since you never ever gave her troubles and your loneliness worried her more than that. For so, she was very supportive of what she got to hear regarding your involvement with them. Hearing that Gareth was going to come over to help you out with your make up got an optimistically happy reply out of her, insisting on your permission to invite any of your new friends anytime. She really was the best mom ever, so adorably supportive that you felt slightly bad for the tiny details you were hiding.

- For her, your date with Steve was like a peak in that started process of improvement she detected going on in you. Only the fact that you were going on a date was a wonderful thing to celebrate, but it was even better knowing who was taking you out. She got to adore Steve while getting to know him first as this very nice new common friend of her kids. His attitude around her helped, but she was already inclined to have a high esteem for him.

- Time before she was listening to Karen brag about the wonderful boyfriend of her Nancy, ´What about your (y/n)? Any boys on the radar that you may have heard of?’ She asked her right afterwards, a question that sounded well intentioned but it was more like an extension of her bragging under the known assumption that you weren’t like Nancy.

- The funny thing was that when she got to find out about the breakup, because your best friend would talk with you about his dates with the eldest Wheeler, your mother was unaware of a lot of things. Very important pieces of the context for that breakup were lacking, like how Nancy and Johnnatan got close through the first interdimensional crisis. Those gaps gave her proper space to develop her own theories.

- She got convinced that Steve dumped Nancy for you because the dates matched that explanation. Since he began to show up at your house at the very same time that relationship ended, she thought that his initiated friendship with his son was an excuse to see you. The incredible amount of pride she felt about it was vindicating, even if it was based on lies your brother allowed her to believe. She couldn’t wait for you to go on that date so she could later brag back, she even invited Joyce to witness the moment so her claims would have backup. She was going to show up anyways, but the idea of helping Claudia to make Karen swallow her shitty casual comments for once was great too.

- Will and Johnnatan came with her too, which surprised you for a few reasons. The youngest Byers boy knew that Dustin would be at Steve's, providing him of support during his own preparations, while the oldest could get into an awkward situation if crossing paths with your date.

- “ I have to remind him of taking good care of you. If you get bullied because of him and this dumb idea I swear I will kick his ass again.” Your best friend explained when you got to ask him about that part. “ and this time I’ll not be alone..”

You smiled, touched by his support yet intending to ignore the teasing reference, and replied with a little harmless joke made in complicity with his little brother.

“ I’m so sorry that your family has dragged you into this, Will.”

- El was also going to come, you invited her after getting to notice how purely happy she was when getting to do girly things in company. Hopper was supposed to bring her and leave, but he chose to stay as soon as he saw Joyce. They both became the adult company keeping your mom entertained.

- The greatest surprise was that Max showed up to be there for you while you were getting ready. You weren’t waiting for her because, after all, your little date was going to take place in the same context of Billy’s prom. In that simple gesture, just with her presence, she was indirectly showing to choose Steve and you over her step brother. It was sad, but it gave you a special kind of joy regarding the chances for bonding you had with her.

- You actually wondered if Billy cared for it, if he would notice her absence and get upset. Would he be taking it on both of you at the party? Should you get ready for it? It was a pretty evident possibility anyways, he was still obsessed with Steve even after stealing from him everything he used to care about. He was going to be crowned King in the once rightful place of your friend, yet it wouldn’t be enough. Billy was so stucked in his fixation with proving to be better than Steve at everything that you wondered if, deep down, he was jealous of how Max seemed to prefer him.

- At that particular time, she amazed you at a personal level through her accidental development of a similar role to the one Dustin was assuming with Steve. They were both, in their different ways, being the leading encouragement in your cheer boosting processes previous to the date. With the blasting of loud music as a confidence inducing factor, both kids were there to pump you up.

- In your house, the witch was being awakened to Motley Crue’s ‘ Shout at the Devil’. Despite your once expressed choice of giving up on Crue, because the mental association with the new asshole king of the school almost ruined their music for you, the truth was that their tunes were your place to go when you wanted to feel confident in a bitchy way. That was something that usually happened only behind the closed door of your room, but would have to come out in public for the situation you would be facing.

- Inspired by Max, you decided that Billy would only take Crue from your cold, dead hands because you weren’t giving up their music as you wouldn’t either give up your confidence to his possible attacks on it. Gareth arrived just in time to see the merry scene Max, El and you provided while jamming to ‘ Looks that Kill’ as you were working on your hair styling and he mocked you a little bit. First because he catched the joke, but also about how glam metal was esentially born as strip club music. However, you both agreed in the aspect of the awesome make up and he ended joining the mood anyways on the ‘ Helter Skelter’ cover. The Byers boys later laughed of the whole thing and you chose to take advantage of the opportunity to practice your first few in character jokes with them.

- Gareth made a good first impression on the kids, but he was terrified of Hopper and practically ran to your room so he could hide from him. He did nothing particularly scary to get said reaction, your friend just wasn’t expecting to find the chief of police chit chatting while having coffee with your mom and Johnnatan’s.

-In a secret conversation, you simplified explanations for him saying that you bonded with Hopper through being his sitter. That sweet girl who complimented his black painted fingernails was actually the chief’s adopted daughter and a friend of Will, Max and your then absent brother, who was with Steve. That didn’t stop him from freaking out, but you tranquilized him a bit claiming that it was a good thing because, if Eddie would ever get in trouble, you may be able to help.

- In the meantime, Steve was with Dustin pulling out a full show to ‘ King of the Mountain’ by Bon Jovi, fooling around together as he was getting ready. In the process of becoming close with you, he passed from a casual listener to an actual fan of the band and the associated memories had a lot to do with that. Even if it wasn’t something you would listen to all the time, or wouldn’t admit to your Hellfire friends to enjoy that much, Steve associated it with you precisely because it was this little first thing you got to share.

- Back when ‘7800 Farenheit’ was released he wanted to get a cassette copy of the album as soon as possible so he could share it with you, but his plan for you to indulge together in your guilty pleasure wasn’t about doing it in the safety of your home. Steve brought it to school so you could listen to it in breaks sharing your walkman.

-For as simple as that sounded, that ended up being an intimate moment between you two.. You needed to be very close to share the earbuds and the silence going on as you listened forced you to communicate with less words. Staring into each other’s faces to share reactions, subtle touching, Steve even got a good while to hug your waist and you seemed to be comfy in his arms. At some point you even ended up laying your head in his chest as you closed your eyes, but the damn bell announcing the end of the break screwed up the moment.

- He slowly began to embrace the comparison Dustin created around him and the marketed personality brand of the band’s singer. Deep down, he liked the idea of being this sweet, non threatening handsome boy bringing in some romance into your life and that was exactly what he wanted to do. That’s how he wanted to romance you, if there were any chances for it.

- El was the one who brought the question about romance to you. Comparing it to her experience as Mike’s date at the Snow Ball, she asked you if you were excited about dating Steve. Of course you were, but you weren’t going to get into the lovey ramble that she expected to hear. You created a deviation of topic through a self aware joke about your dating experience being shorter than hers despite you being older, what got you into the ‘ ‘first dates’ talk instead. Gareth made a joke from the perspective of the boys, something over the lines of ‘ How do those kids get to play dnd and get dates?’, to which you answered with another self aware mock. ‘ I know! Compared to me at their age, they socialize like preps.``

- There were no suspects on him from your side, you didn’t know nor imagined Eddie had intentions of spying on you through Gareth, but you wouldn’t confess in front of him anyway.

- The final result of the visual concept in your look for the party was outstanding and you were so happy. You felt to have accomplished your goal of looking slightly hot in an elegant look that had parodically rebellious undertones in its conception. Not audacious enough to break the dress code, but sufficient to make Joyce stop Hopper from throwing a protective comment as part of his immediate reaction.

- It was definitely a brave stance coming from you, perhaps one of the bravest you ever had, and you couldn’t wait to know Steve’s opinion. Your teen friends seemed impressed, Johnnatan being mostly shocked by the great change while Gareth was more about appreciating the final result of something you accomplished together.

- You hated to think about it as intensely as you did, but you were dying for one of Eddie’s reassuring comments. He would have praised you so enthusiastically, making a scandal of your looks in a way that wasn’t proper of any of your other friends. His supportiveness was different, it would feel so different to you and you thought that perhaps that had to be with your huge crush on him.

- Yet, there was something else about him. Certain doubts that you couldn’t decipher, so you labeled those as silly hope inspired perceptions. Eddie didn’t have any other female friends, there was no way for you to check if that was his standard behavior in friendships with girls.

- Confusing details, like the pet names. Johnnatan had a friendship of years with you, absolute trust, yet he would never be calling you his sweetheart. Eddie had a long list of lovely things to call you, that being the one at the top of it. Baby girl, dollface, my best girl, no other friend of yours was using words like those… with the exception of Steve’s heartfelt sounding ‘ darling’. There was also that time he called you babe and Eddie didn't let it pass without making fun of him.

- Another previous similar incident also derived in teasing, but from a very different sort. While Eddie mocked him as if he wouldn’t be allowed to use those sorts of words with you, Billy laughed at you as if you were the proof of Steve’s downfall. ‘ Are you that much desperate for pussy, Harrington?’ he said in the short pause between his loud laughing from a similar joke Tommy commented before. As if that could be the only reason Steve should have to call you nice things and that should be a shame for him because of who you were, a plain looking nobody compared to the girls he used to have before. Never in years did you wanted to slap someone so badly.

- There were no justifications afterwards, as usual when a pet name for you would sneak into his phrasing. In that particular time, Steve was also too worried about comforting you against any possibility of being affected through an insulting comment that was meant for him.

- Looking good, in the measure of your possibilities, was a matter of honor. Not only yours, but Steve's. You weren't Nancy, but wanted him to feel at least a bit proud beside you. The proudest he could be alongside a girl like you, what wasn't saying much in your opinion.

- 'If only you could be good enough to make that dickehead regret from spitting hate', you would think while remembering the rage you felt. If he would have known, Eddie would have found the way to convince you of it.

- Despite the normal doubts, you were feeling the change as some sort of dehinibitive transformation. You were ready to ruin with your attitude any possibilities for anyone to bother Steve through you.

- By the time the doorbell rang you were still being photographed by your friends. It was Johnny's time to shine, he took some pics of you with the kids, with your drummer friend and a few solo ones while you were playfully pretending to pose for him as if you were modeling. Max took a few Polaroids for you as well, relieving the photographer so he could also get pics with you.

- Dustin rushed to find you before Steve would, all smiles because of how happy he was about the whole situation.

- " You look so beautiful and badass. " He commented on your looks with excitement. " You ARE a beautiful badass. "

You hugged him on spot.

" I love you, Dusty."

" ... and you will love me more once you will get to see Steve."

- It took him an instant to notice the stranger around and his mind got quickly into one wondering. The dude looked like a metalhead, but he couldn’t tell which one. Was he the one you have been suffering about? The one who got your date with Steve THAT MUCH delayed because you simply couldn't stop thinking about him?

- ' Chill, he is the drummer. ' Johnnatan whispered at him ríght before introductions would happen.

Dustin didn't have to speak for him to guess what was going on in his mind.

- All you got to see was your brother gently welcoming your friend as they were being introduced. Dustin actually asked him about his instrument, wordlessly guessing him a member of Corroded Coffin. When Gareth confirmed for him that he was a drummer, he gave him a weirdly on spot compliment. According to the kid, it should have been easy to guess because he looked like he could fit into the ' smiling sunshine drummer' stereotype.

- There was no doubt he was your little brother, he knew exactly what he was talking about. A few minutes of small talk were enough for him to give proof of the awesomeness you always described.

- Before doing your walk of glory in direction to your date, you deviated for a quick last look in the full body size mirror on your mom's bedroom. What you found was pretty nice, definitely not that bad. You were a fitting replacement, good in a double context. Your looks worked as a different, but mildly adequate substitute for Nancy as Steve's date. Also, as you heard Dustin pridefully commenting, you looked like you could be a censorship pushed replacement character in your beloved trashy horror show.

- In that one you had to disagree, you were seeing it more like an imaginary occasional supporting character showing up from time to time to pop a joke with Elvira and only in very few episodes. That was the energy you were feeling at the moment, a more adequate description of how you were mentally preparing to deliver the comedy mechanism in case of need.

- On the long awaited meeting the amazement was very much mutual. You managed to hide it behind your smile, but Steve was almost gone in the contemplation. You had no doubts that you must have surprised him, because only your voice got him back to reality.

- " Hi, Steve. " You shyly saluted him, the confidence you were feeling faded a bit because of how handsome you found him. " Are you ready to do this?"

" You are stunning. " He replied, still in awe. Heat flowed through your cheeks because he said it as if he was truly convinced of it. " Who the hell cares who will be crowned tonight? You are a queen... Can witches be queens or is it against your rules? "

" I'm sorry if you expected an alliance with some enemy kingdom through this arranged marriage. " You joked as a parody of what you imagined as a fake date situation. " I am just a witch. I can only be called a Queen through you, since you are King Steve"

" Not anymore."

There was acceptance of that in his voice, not the same disappointment you heard some time before. Yet, you couldn't help yourself and you just had to say the sweetest thing that crossed your mind.

" Thorin didn't stop being acknowledged as ' King Under the Mountain' by the dwarves of Erebor just because Smaug usurped his kingdom. You may have been kicked out of your spot, but I don't mind who has it. You are still my King… and you look way more handsome than Tommy Ross ever could."

- Steve wished he could have kissed your lips ríght there, but he gave you a tender peck on top of your forehead instead. You later kissed one of his cheeks and caressed the other.

- From that startpoint, the romance could only escalate.

- After the typical smiling prom couple photo session, and some more pics with Dustin that you wanted to have now that he was there, you both were ready to go. The adults filled you both with typical goodbye advice and congratulated your date for his graduation one last time, while your best friend took his moment to make the promised warning. It didn’t come out as a scary threatening thing, but Johnnatan was letting Steve know of how much he cared for you. The chief of police would have loved to help if a scare would have been the intended effect, but he was pretty sure that Joyce’s son was handling things very well.

- On the way to your destination Steve filled you with all sorts of reassurance. He told you for the hundredth time that he was absolutely happy with the choice he took when he invited you, revisited your plan with you and even allowed you to listen to whatever music you preferred on the car ride.

- As a result, you arrived there blasting “ Go to Hell” by Alice Cooper, a track in a mixtape you picked from your own collection. Self aware self-bullying making fun of claims made by others,a middle finger to the horror inspired in the normals. Your maniacally sounding singing, purposely trying to make your voice deeper, was hilarious to him. The party wasn’t even beginning and your warming up to get in character was already making him chuckle really hard.

- You stepped in holding hands, a gesture that you initiated halfway in the parking lot. Steve couldn’t help rooting for you as he felt in your tight grip the nerves you were trying so hard to hide. That time you were for once the clueless one crossing unknown territory: it was your first date in your first dance since middle school. You were going 0 to 100 in one take, about to attend a prom night when it wasn’t even your graduation year.

- People did stare at you, showing a mix of reactions that oscilated between surprise and amusement. It was most likely that many weren’t expecting he would show up there with you for real. No one would say a word, of course, until the King and his little court would make the honors. Tommy and Carol, commanded by Billy, couldn’t wait to begin the humiliation of Steve.

- “ You know? When I said ‘ There are plenty of bitches in the sea’ … I didn't mean this.” Hargrove cassualy commented to him, making the opening for the other two.

“ … Just when we thought you hit rock bottom. '' Tommy followed. “ Have some fucking self respect, Harrington! This is low, even for you. A whole new fucking level of low, you are taking out the freak’s trash!”

- Glancing at your date with confidence, showing determination, you let him know that you were going to handle them and he was invited to join the fun.

“ Which freak’s trash am I ? You gotta be more specific, I know way too many dudes that fall on the label: Byers, Munson, Hellfire itself.”

“ The perv, not the satanist. “ Carol added, happy to get a free way to bother you once more like in the old times. “ He got rid of his puppy friend because he doesn’t need it anymore, now he has the princess.”

“... While this dumbass is stuck with me because he is alone.” You cutted her off. “ Yeah, I know. Thanks for the reminder, Carol. Pointing out the obvious, as always. Steve over here should be ashamed of himself for showing up in public with the bitch that not even the perv of Byers would fuck. A sad, pathetic maggot that he befriended to feel bigger than someone else for once and now Munson protects for pity.. Is that the whole speech or am I missing something? “

She didn't see it coming, neither did her boyfriend. Time before, back when it was only Johnnatan and you against the world, you would have remained silent.

“ No one asked you, Henderson. Enjoy the princess’ spot, but you are still a frog.”

You cracked a strident laugh, not forcefully delivered in a witchy tone, but so spontaneous that it felt maniacal.

“ Is that all you have, Hagan? “ You clearly challenged him, intense eye contact showing so. '' On that you are mistaken, allow me to show why. While you got distracted playing Tommy Lee for Billy’s terrible Vince Neil-like acting, I found my purpose. What I was always meant to be: I am not a princess, not a frog … I’m a witch. “

- You blatantly ignored the happily hateful couple, confidently advancing towards Hargrove. At that point no one, not even Steve, could tell what you were about to do.

“ I have the most wholehearted thanks to you, Billy. You came to change everything. ” You ironically commented. “ Last year I used to think that Steve Harrington,Tommy Hagan and his bitch were the worst bullies in existence… but you showed me the light! The truth is that Steve sucks at being a bully and his pathetic ex followers barely do a bit better. They are dumb children compared to you! Our true King, the previous one would never reach your league! King Steve was clearly meant to join your crew of flatterers, hoping he could learn a thing or two to improve his bullying routine, or perish in exile among outcasts like me. My lips don’t tremble at saying that you, Billy Hargrove, are the most efficient King Hawkings High ever had and you leave behind yourself a legendary legacy.”

He was genuinely confused, but didn’t stop you because he was evaluating Steve’s reaction. After all, it was a flattery speech even if it was for the wrong reasons.

“ Your inaugural act? Stealing the more plastic and badass looking aspects of metalhead culture.. FREAKIEST FREAK SUBCULTURE? Woow, what a power move! You told us all that this time it wouldn’t be just insults and punches, you came here to take our identity. You were a threat for what we weren’t immediately prepared for, you managed to surprise the most cynical and skeptical crowd here … and that was just the start. “

“ I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but I can't say that doesn’t sound flattering.” He mocked you, trying to bother your date through that. “ See, Harrington? Even your freak bitch knows I am better than you and she is not even afraid of saying it.”

Steve was about to cackle, but he allowed you to continue to not spoil the surprise effect..

“ Of course you are, Billy! The best ruler we ever had, for so, the most despicable human being I have come across in my goddamn school life. “ Was your speech’s punchline. “ You have no idea of what your rullership has created, or how it personally helped me. I owe you so much, I will be eternally thankful. Because of you, the freak nation has finally united and I stopped hiding. You took our shit, you beated up our children … you gave us no choice. In the peaceful times of King Steve I wasn't joining forces with Hellfire yet here I ended up! Laughing my ass with Eddie Munson because of how dumb you look when you copy some of the badass shit that made him famous as a weirdo. The same shit I love, but wouldn’t make evident because I was afraid of being me in front of the lovebirds hiding behind you. ‘Fearing WHO?’ I began to ask myself, ‘ IF THAT DICKHEAD OF HARGROVE CAN DO IT, WHY NOT ME?’ “

You were absolutely unhinged and you could feel it in yourself.

“ Your realm ends tonight. Next year we will have to face Jason Carver’s realm of terror, but we will do it more united than ever. When the Spanish Inquisition will be hunting down heretics, I will not be hiding anymore and I owe that to you.”

“ Seriously, man. I wouldn’t want to be in the shoes of your successor. “ Steve followed you. “Those freak bitches are crazy! Because you invaded their thing now they think they have the right to invade ours. Great job, King, you leave this place in chaos!”

An ironic comment about how you were there because he invited you that he closed while giving Billy a path on the shoulder, then turning back cackling with you.

- When the heat of the moment calmed and you realized what you did Steve was even more excited than you and his ramble about it actually got to impress you.

- " THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!! We just did the same thing the Sex Pistols did to the british queen. You were two seconds away from saying ' God Save the King’ "

He kept laughing, unaware that you were staring at him in awe.

" How do you know about that?"

Realizing it slipped from him accidentally, Steve got a bit nervous while explaining himself to you.

" I have been learning stuff in case of needing a cool conversation topic so you wouldn't get bored. " He admitted. " Fantasy was way too complicated, the world buildings are so confusing, so I tried with some history of rock. "

- it was the sweetest caring gesture he could have shown to you, making you feel as weak for him as he was for you.

" I can't believe it! You have been saving it all for tonight.”

" I didn't expect to be talking about the founding fathers of punk so soon, but what we did was very punk."

"... Wait, wait.. Are you learning about subgenres?" You asked, with curious amazement, then delivered a little tease. " Stop ríght fucking now, Harrington. Coming from you, that feels like dirty talking."

“ I just want to keep my date entertained.”

“ Damn it, you are so sweet! Now I will have to learn about sports rules.”

- Despite the fact that there was a world of people there, you were too deep into each other to care. You laughed, drank and danced, not caring for what others would think of you.

- Of course, you also got into some casual talking with whoever that would dare to approach you. Many people did, mostly to salute Steve. Joking was your way to go in your own interactions or when asked stuff about you. Steve was able to tell that the amount of complexity was proportional to your comfort in the social situation. When being around people that made you feel mildly comfortable, you would pull the sillier ones. When the environment was more hostile, you would get creative.

- Then, Chrissy Cunnighan approached and you went insane. Not like the last time, it wasn’t ironical aggressiveness. You were excited because the sweet cheerleader had a very positive reaction to your jokes. Her first comment directed to you, after greeting Steve and commenting about this older friend of hers who was graduating with him, was a compliment about your dress.

- “ I gotta say it, I’m getting strong Carrie flashbacks with this.”

She laughed, what surprised you for real, because to do so she had to understand the reference.

“ Do you know what I am talking about?”

“ I watched the movie once.. The bullied girl that moves things with her mind, right?”

- Your immediate thought? No wonder why Eddie liked her, that girl was a ray of sunshine. Still, you didn’t let your jealousy ruin the moment and you choose to react with the same excitement you would in front of any other cheerleader catching one of your horror references. Keeping your harmless mocks,you told her that the red dress was your self brought bucket of pig’s blood and you weren’t Carrie, but you were still a bit of a witch.

“ Don’t worry, (y/n) is not here to kill us. “ Steve added, joining you for support. “ She wants to look like a witch because of some stupid nickname Tommy and Carol have given to Nancy. They call her princess, so my current date wasn’t feeling comfortable in a princess dress.”

You glanced at him, feeling exposed because of a motive you didn’t tell him, while his response was smiling at you with something stronger than support.

- Some of your more creative comedy material was delivered there for Chrissy in a non confrontational way. Following the dress topic, you invented a story about how it was made for you in Hell on the same red fabric of Satan’s cape. A boatman brought it to you on Express Infernal Mail, a parody of Charon that you presented as the Devil’s delivery guy bringing stuff to the lakeshore. The tale was getting exponentially crazy as the laughs of your two persons only audience intensified, your imaginative storytelling being then at the service of the comedical goals.

- It was a matter of time until Jason would arrive to try to screw up the moment. Protectiveness over his girlfriend and his own spite against you caused blatant horror on him as a witness of the situation.

- “ I know that you want to be nice, but some people just don’t deserve it.” He sweetly explained to Chrissy right after doing a shitshow about how you were a freak and she shouldn’t get close to you.

- Steve’s blood was boiling, but he choose to defend you by following the rules of your defense mechanism.

- “ Chill, she is vaccinated and free of fleas. I made sure she wouldn’t be bringing up anything contagious before bringing her in.”

You immediately followed the joke, acting out as if you were a dog angrily growling and teasing with biting if Jason would get any closer to you.

- It wasn’t your intention, but Steve couldn’t help finding your attitude a bit hot. The challenging way in which you were pulling out the joke made him think of you more as a shewolf than his dog pet. It probably had to be with the fact that he was already into you, but he definitely found it sexy despite it being intended to be funny.

- Chrissy kept chuckling and she commented to her boyfriend on how funny she found you and how surprised she was by just finding out that you were Steve's date. Jason told her that he had heard of it before, but refused to believe it.

- There was such an outrageous disgust on that dude, as if you were committing a crime against nature just by standing there next to Steve. It inspired you into bringing on the best joke of the night.

- “ It’s not a date, he is a zombie. I hexed him and now he obeys my will. “ You began to explain in a deathly serious tone to make the crazy tale even funnier. “ Some time ago Billy Hargrove attacked the group of baby freak friends my little brother is in. He wanted to beat the crap out of them, so I told myself ‘ Enough is enough, I have to protect my boys: time to get a jock babysitter’, and Steve was right there. I put a spell on him and.. problem solved!”

Seeing that Steve was comfortable with the joke, you got straight to the great finale.

“ He is my first prototype, Eddie thinks that by the time I will become a master of the magic arts I will be able to create an entire army of zombie jocks solving our every need. My plan is to give each one an unique function: Steve is the babysitter, I’m thinking I could take revenge on Hargrove by making him a trophy manwhore… What is yours good at, Chrissy? Besides basketball and ruining everyone else’s fun.”

- Before the madness could escalate, Steve made Jason follow him into getting you and Chrissy something to drink. It was an excuse to have private conversation while giving you a bit more time to interact with the person who made you feel the most comfortable there, besides from himself.

- " Seems like our dates are having fun without us." He commented to Jason with a certain amusing complicity that only reflected how happy he was for you.

There was no direct answer, only a return from the point he made before that this time felt like honest jock to jock advice.

" I don't get you. What are you doing with that freak, Harrington? Are you out of your mind?"

" More like thinking on my own for the first time in my life. " Steve frankly confessed. " I know, you look at her and all you see is a weirdo. People like you,Tommy, Carol, even Billy... You think of her as some sort of abomination and she knows it, that's why she chooses to act like that. She is giving you all what you want before you could try to get it violently, bullying her. Look at yourself, for instance: you used to ignore her, you don’t even know her name,yet since she hangs out with the nerds she has become to you the witch servant of the devil you see in Munson… You have no idea of how wrong you are. "

He could have stopped there, but he chose to trap his interlocutor into a ramble about very precise little things showing the niceness in you.

" She is top of her class in English and she wants to be a writer. She practically begged me to let her check the writing on my college applications because she wanted so badly to help me out, but i refused because she is so smart and I didn’t want to look dumb in front of her. ``was his introductory point. “ ( y/n) is a total sweetheart: she refuses to read Pet Cemetery because the thing about animal death makes her extremely sad. She thinks that someday she will be able to, but hasn't tried yet. She cries to the original Frankenstein, even more now because for some reason mad science horror reminds her of a little girl who is friends with her brother. “

He made a very brief pause before getting into his favorite topic.

“That boy is her life, she loves Dustin more than anything in the world. Whenever he has had a bad day, feels nervous or sad, she sings him. He is 13 and super ashamed of letting anyone know that he still enjoys it, but I discovered it once when I stayed with them for a sleepover just to cheer him up. It is always the same song: Stairway to Heaven. She thinks it is the most cliché thing ever because it is the most cliché Zeppelin song, but she began doing it years ago when she didn't remember by heart as many rock song lyrics as she does now. Since then, she has never been able to switch the song. She once risked trying with Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, but she felt it didn't have the same effect. She actually doesn't like her singing voice because it is not a metal voice and that is a bit of a frustration for her. It's true, hers isn't raspy or aggressive and she complains about how all she sings ends up sounding like a lullaby, but I think that's magic. That girl over there, that you see as some bitch doing business with the spawn of Satan, loves her little brother to death and sings to him like a freaking angel. "

That wasn't going to change a thing, but at least he spoke from his heart. If you would have been able to hear, you would have discovered the pure adoration he had for you being blatantly exteriorized.

" Maybe there is some truth in what she says, you could be hexed for real. Have you thought about it?" Jason concluded, a mock regarding the evident and very fast change in Steve." I would be more careful if I were you."

- It wasn’t a spell, those were his feelings talking for him. He simply couldn’t stand the way in which that guy showed to despise you. It didn’t seem fair, especially because you were having a good time right before that.

- The highest peak of awkwardness happened when Chrissy and Steve danced together for a short instant, leaving you and her dickhead boyfriend one on one wondering what the hell were you both supposed to do.

- You two couldn’t even attempt to do small talk without pissing each other off.

- " It is part of the cult initiation to develop Munson's nonsensical sense of humor? "

His comment was nonsensical, but you didn't mind answering to it.

"That was just my own version of a horror comedy routine, moron. ' Elvira, Mistress of the Dark' ... Ever heard of that character? "

Jason looked at you in the most despicable ' Are you serious?' way. It only made you want to snark back harder.

" Ríght, I forgot. It must be hard to find chances to watch tv on the ruins of an abandoned summer camp. All you must be doing is sharpening that machete waiting for the next round of dumb teen campers. "

As silly as it sounded, that still seemed to annoy him. It was most likely about being used to being the one controlling the jokes, not being laughed at.

" Do you really think you are funny just because that freak of Munson cheers for you? "

" Of fucking course, I am hilarious.” You confidently affirmed. “If you were smart, you would be preparing a Jason Vorhees costume for Halloween, but I know you aren't gonna do that. You are incapable of admitting a flaw, you can't laugh at yourself and that's where I win."

Inspired by the situation, you finished with a simple warning.

" I feel I need to let you know I am not switching masters. Perkins and Hagan lost the power over me they once had, but you are not gonna be occupying that void. Never again, I will not let anyone of your kind bring me down. "

He managed to deliver a comeback that actually surprised you, although that reaction wasn't about him.

" Harrington believes you are different, he even seems proud of you. Try to not disappoint him. "

- You didn't hesitate in asking Steve what was that about. It was how you got to find out that he tried to pitch you to Carver as a nice person.

-" I did it because he upsets me, that lame ass church boy doesn't know shit about you. " Your date justified himself. " You are the sweetest, kindest girl, you would give anyone a second chance. That's what you did for Johnnatan after that questionable photography scandal we all try to forget. Later you did it for me, giving me a fresh start after all I have done. You have given Munson the first chance that nobody gives him and I am sure that you would even give a second shot to Hargrove if he would someday ask for it. That's who you are, you have the patience and mercy of a saint. "

" Don't exaggerate, you don't have to keep praising me like that. I really don't care about your past as a bully. "

" But I do care about other bullies hurting you." He sweetly insisted. " Next year I will not be there for you at school. If Carver is taking the lead, I wish he could be a bit nicer to you. All i did was planting the seed, what he does with that is on him. "

His concern was adorable, you really loved him for trying despite of how naive that was.

" Are you trying to make me his exception?"

" Chrissy seems to like you, she was having a lot of fun with us."

" Jason Vorhees makes no exceptions. He is a zombie settled in automatic pilot to kill anything that triggers him. You can't beg for your life, you can't argue with him. All you can do is disguise yourself in his mother's sweater to distract him and pray for the best as you pick a weapon to fight back."

" What if Mama Vorhees tells him that you are a good girl?"

His occurrence was way too funny.

" Do you see yourself as Mama Vorhees in this, Steve?"

" Well, someone has to and it can't be Chrissy. That would be too weird."

- He was hugging you and you began to laugh so hard that you buried your face against his neck to hide. Ríght there, he felt he couldn't be asking for anything more.. Except, maybe, feeling you place a kiss or two since you were in the fitting position for it. That would have been heaven.

- Steve was determined to get that first kiss, his feelings were overwhelming him. As the night advanced, he kept revisiting in his mind his perfect fairytale plan to make it be the most romantic moment of your life.

- After the coronation, during a slow dance. It was the most meaningful moment to do it, showing that he really didn't care about anything you thought he did. Only then you would see that you weren't there just to be a post breakup, post popularity emotional support.

- His heart was racing at the moment of the announcement, an ironic contrast to how the old Steve would have felt. If he once thought he would have been excited about getting the spotlight through being crowned King with Nancy as his Queen, all he wanted then was getting lost in the shadows with you.

- Things took a very unexpected turn when, as Billy and his date were proclaimed elected royalty, you were the one pulling Steve closer for a kiss and you wouldn’t let him go. Your spontaneous reaction got him into the happiest shock, he would have never seen it coming.

- That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You, his so far dateless freaky friend, kissing him before he could get to kiss you? It was a ‘Carrie revealing her power’ level of surprise, but with very happy consequences.

- “ What the hell was that?” He whispered to you immediately afterwards, blissfully numbled to anything else.

“ I’m making Max proud.” Was your vague explanation, some of your usual shyness returning from the high.

“ You really transform into someone else with this look. Is it like your superhero costume? Are you the Scarlet Witch now? “

The sweet tease surprised you again.

“ Steve!” You happily exclaimed. “ Where did that come from?”

“ I’m making Dustin proud.” He confidently explained before falling a bit into dorkish territory once more. “ I heard him making jokes and just tried to copy that. I have no idea who she is besides a witch dressed in red.”

You smiled sweetly for him and that was all he cared about.

- Although you had a clear objective, it couldn’t be said that you weren't acting on your own impulses. Your main goal was to ruin Billy’s chance of bragging to Steve from the peak of Olympus, preventing him from obtaining a direct reaction when he would glance in his direction. However, a part of you did want to kiss him.

- What was the point of not doing so? You didn’t have a boyfriend. Your friend/crush was into someone else and that girl was so wonderful that just in one interaction she made you wish you could befriend her.

- Strictly speaking, you were applying the very same concept Eddie taught you when he offered himself as guide and test subject of your first making out experiment. Steve needed a distraction so when Billy would search for his reaction from his spot on the stage, he wouldn’t get it and wouldn’t taste the triumph. That’s what friends are for, it would be rude not to do so.

- After a while to cool things down, Steve made you follow him into the very first real slow dance of your life. “ I Want To Know What Love Is” by Foreigner was the sounding background of your clumsy attempt in replacing Nancy at the peak romantical moment of the night. That was the time in which you were expected to pretend to be the princess, but even a thirteen years old girl raised in a lab once showed to be more ready than you for that.

- “ I wasn’t made for this.” You mockfully excused yourself to Steve in a shy whisper that sounded like a true call for help.

“ You aren’t self bullying out of this one, darling.” He cutted you off.” Not with me, I know your game and I have seen enough of it.”

He stared intensely into your eyes, absolutely serious in what he was about to say.

“ You deserve lovely things happening to you because you are lovely. There is no one else I would want to be dancing with here and now.”

- Changes in the original idea aside, his plan was still accomplished and it was the most romantic thing that ever happened to you, at least in a traditional sense of romance.

- You arrived back home late and your excitement was such that you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep. Dustin fell asleep waiting for you, he passed out on the couch and you chose not to wake him up. There would be plenty of time in the morning to talk about everything.

- All you wanted was to lock in your room to collapse in your mattress and think, process all the stuff that happened before you could get to focus on understanding it. Once you got there, switching lights on and sitting in your bed for an instant, you thought on what to do next.

- First, you needed to remove your make up and get in comfy clothes. Get rid of your alter ego, back into your usual approach. After a good while passing by the bathroom to collect some of the stuff you needed, like a remover lotion that was in a shared little cabinet for makeup, you returned to your bedroom and into a shocking discovery.

- “ Hi, sweetheart! You should really check that backdoor. Does your brother sneak out a lot or are you the naughty one?.” Eddie received you, standing in front of you and inside your bedroom with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

There was no immediate reply, you were confused and speechless.

“ … Look at you, honoring us all while looking so damn gorgeous. “ He continued and you couldn’t help feeling weak, even if you weren’t sure of how to process his presence. “ You are a hot babe.. You know that? It’s like if you were born for that look, too metal for jock hell. I bet you terrorized a lot of populars.”

Your brain was begging you for self control, yet you giggled like an idiot.

“ Are you up for an after-after- party? Just you and me, of course.”

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