ARTHUR WAS ALWAYS WEARY OF STRANGERS. If he was honest with himself he didn’t much like people . . . nor dealing with them. But his heart was bigger than he’d ever admit. “ I supposed I can. ” He keeps enough distance from the man and holds onto his belt in a relaxed stance. The sun was shining and the sky was clear. If anything it was the perfect day to stir something up. Dutch had insisted they’d lay low, play their next moves carefully. Taking it easy wasn't often his style. “ depends on what ya want fella. ” there was a momentary pause as he thought things over. “ and whether or not there’s something in it for myself. ”
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AU where Eddie’s mom manages to get away from Eddie’s dad when he’s a small child, goes to the only place she knows is truly safe: Wayne.
Wayne takes them in no questions asked, helps her raise Eddie, makes sure his dad never comes around (maybe works with Hopper once he’s named Chief to make sure he gets behind bars as soon as possible).
So Eddie gets the love of his mom, and the love of his Uncle Wayne, and shit is still hard, money is still tight, he still has trouble fitting in, but it doesn’t distract him from school so much.
He graduates his first try, squeaks by with Cs and Bs because he’s smart, he’s just so easily distracted. Even gets into the community college, but has no idea what he wants to do until his mom is helping him with a pre-req English course. She says he’s naturally good at unpacking a story for anyone to understand it -“even when I ain’t the brightest star in the sky”- and he realizes maybe his talent of telling stories and helping people understand stories could make him a good English teacher.
Now that he has a plan, he’s focused, invested on getting into a university so he can be certified to teach. But he still struggles with math and unfortunately, he has to pass to move on.
That’s where Steve Harrington, freshman at Hawkins Community and Technical College, comes in. This isn’t the Steve that Eddie remembers from high school at all: he’s quiet and shy, doesn’t make eye contact, is really fucking smart.
Steve agrees to tutor him if Eddie agrees to help him with his final paper in his English course, a 10 page fictional exploration of a time in history.
“Use your imagination!” “Just pretend you’re writing a memoir.” “This is the longest sentence I’ve ever read and that includes Tolkien books.”
Steve blushes, makes corrections when Eddie suggests them, makes flash cards with formulas for Eddie to memorize for his exam.
They spend nearly every day working together, studying together, tutoring each other.
When Eddie passes his exam, he’s so excited, he runs right to the library, where he knows Steve is putting the final touches on his paper. He doesn’t even wait to catch his breath from running across campus to kiss him.
And suddenly Eddie isn’t the only one out of breath.
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Chubby female reader who's never been picked up before by a partner.
One of the guys (not even necessarily in a relationship yet. Maybe just a crush) picks her up and moves her at some point. Just unconsciously. Like a little adjustment to get her out of their path.
And she just blue screens. Cause holy fuck. Big. Big. Strong. Size kink go brrr
I see this with Price, i’m not sure why. He murmurs an apology whilst he does it—he tacks on a soft “love” at the end—his hands hooked under your armpits and he easily lifts you into the air and moves you to the side as the others barrel into the room, narrowly avoiding you.
you have to sit there for a moment, your brain blanking as Price sets you down. You look at him, and he’s not even looking at you anymore. Like lifting you was no big deal and this initiates the first time you think about how big he is compared to you, which further melts your brain.
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i think about this a little too often...
synopsis; kidnapped by a ‘photographer’ who spares you no mercy.
photographer, kidnapper-könig thots™
tw/cw; rape, non-con/dub-con, dark fiction, sexual assault and assault, kidnapping, the dove is dead. dead dove: do not eat. 🔞
photo credits; x_bruisedpeach_x on x/🐦
if someone had warned you that the sweet boy who had approached you down the street claiming to be a model photographer was in fact a violent man, who'd kidnap and beat you until you were unrecognisable and nothing but a bloodied mess on his dirty basement floor, you wouldn't believe them.
könig came across as calm and relaxed, he seemed sweet when you spoke to him, with a surprisingly quiet voice for someone of his size.
at first, he came across as threatening and intimidating as he towered over you and gazed at you creepily before finally speaking up, but after inviting you down the road for a coffee together to talk about his photography career, you had agreed eagerly to come around to his house to take some photos together and act as a model for him. you should've been alarmed from the start when a random, old pervert had asked to take pictures of you, but the thought and dream of becoming a model left you blind to any and all danger, falling for his depraved, immoral plan to kidnap a pretty little thing like you for himself.
when you stepped into his house, the atmosphere shifted suddenly and completely. könig no longer radiated a sweet, calm energy that you once knew of. instead, könig was no longer smiling sweetly, but instead a sickening grin curled the sides of his mouth with terrifyingly wide eyes staring into your soul, enough to scare you into silence. you choked on your words as könig began to inch closer before dragging you downstairs into his basement by your hair. his grip was tight, firm. he held your hair in his fist and would drag you, throwing you downstairs despite your wails and mortified screams. it's a shame that he lives in a secluded area, far from any other neighborhood or town, where nobody would hear your wails for help.
you were a vulnerable and naïve mess. he almost felt guilty and remorseful for this treatment when he threw his fist at you repetitively, seeing how you'd eventually come to take his beatings out of horror and terror, blood running down your chin from your split lip. you were too gorgeous for any other man and he worried someone would take you away for themselves. he didn't want people to recognise you from the missing person posters put up around the city, with your face plastered on all the pictures, so instead, he left your face swollen with marks, making sure that you were always bruised with a slap, punch, or spanking.
although one thing was true. not his attitude and the persona he put on, the façade of a kind-hearted boy. the truth was that he wanted to take photos of you, but not for modeling, for his own sick enjoyment, gratification, and pleasure.
the basement wasn't like any other modeling shoot you'd seen in movies or television shows. instead, there was a metal table that könig had strapped you down to, and one large camera recording the entire thing. you were stripped naked, your dignity stripped alongside your clothes. you couldn't fight it, not when you were weakened and understood what would happen if you cried too loudly and irritated him or distracted him for his work, or used your sharp nails and canines against him as weapons.
bare on his table, könig began to record despite the obvious discomfort and mortification in your wide, glossy eyes. the flashing red light left you ashamed, feeling too raw and exposed with your legs forced open and your puffy cunt for him to admire and grope. he'd pinch and clamp your sensitive clit, until you sobbed out painfully, only to be forced to take his girthy and lengthy size for hours on end until he had his fill for the day. although könig warned you not too weep too loudly, he desired the sound of your sobbing, to harden his already stiff cock.
nothing would stop könig from raping every hole you have, to use these videos and pictures for his own personal usage.
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(Soap and Ghost exhausted from training while Gaz stares from afar)
Ghost hands Soap a water bottle: Thought you need a bit of help…
Soap: Thanks…
Gaz runs to Price’s office: GHOST IS IN LOVE
Price: Sounds ridiculous-
Gaz: I’M SERIOUS, CAPT’N! HE BOUGHT SOAP A WATER BOTTLE-
Price: HE DID!?
Gaz: YE-
Price standing up getting his coat: OH GOD HE’S HEAD OVER HEALS, LETS GO
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*on a mission after Christmas*
Alex: Hey, Price. Do you have any normal peppermint candy canes instead of these fruity ones?
Price: Nope, can’t risk it. Ghost likes to sharpen them into shivs and stab people who need to “Cheer the fuck up”. I’ve learned he won’t do that with these because he doesn’t like the taste
Alex:
Alex: Seriously?
Price: Let me tell you, Keller. With enough force, they do break skin. It fucking hurts
Alex: Oh my god… and I have to share a room with him
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