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Right Way Up (04)

Stranger Things

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

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

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

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

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04. bring unto me peculiarity

trait: e.m.

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

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

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

"Mom?"

You thought you didn't have a mother.

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

What's up with that?

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

"Y/N? The hell is taking so—?"

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

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

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

"Oh honey—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keyword: attempt.

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

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

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

"What are you doing here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

How the hell were you supposed to react?

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

Confused, your gaze found Cain's.

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

Slowly, you nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—and it looked like she noticed that too.

"It's okay, I understand..."

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

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

Ah. Forlorn.

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

How strange.

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

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

"Your bandages."

"Ohhh."

To be honest, you completely forgot about that.

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

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

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

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

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

She looked so... so...

Defeated.

"Ah, okay."

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

"Don't feel bad."

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

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

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

He paused.

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

You tilted your head. "Trying to?"

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

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

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

But, on the other hand...

"It's not fair."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Goodbye, cruel world, remember—

A chuckle.

Your ears perked up and your eyes widened in disbelief.

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

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

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

You scrunched up your nose. "Worm?"

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

"Rude."

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

It's... nice.

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

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

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

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

"My bad."

"You did that on purpose."

"I did that on purpose."

"Asshole."

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

"Shut up, you dick!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I swear to god, Cain."

He snickered.

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

"Okay, okay, I'm going."

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

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

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

Preposterous.

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

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

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

Three knocks against your door.

Ugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nancy, what are you—?"

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

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

"What?"

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

Shit. Steve was catching on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah. There it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look, Nancy, I—"

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

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

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

"Nance, wait! Nancy!"

A slam.

Well shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harrington residence."

"Steve."

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

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

Another pause.

"Are you... okay?"

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

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

Your lips quirked up. "You can tell?"

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

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

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

"Y/N? You there?"

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

"You're skipping? What? Why?"

"Just—uh, don't feel like it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...how would you get one?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, about your mother...

"Morning, sis."

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

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

"Yeah, guns."

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

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

"Uh-huh."

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

Not anyone human, at least.

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

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

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

"Dammit."

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

"Uh, where the hell are you going?"

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

"Don't you have school?"

"Don't you have a job?"

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

"What?"

"I said: you aren't skipping."

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

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

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

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

You said nothing.

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

He didn't have to tell you twice.

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

If anyone had a gun, it was definitely Curt.

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

That was—until, now.

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

Nothing. It didn't budge.

You tried again, pushing this time.

Again. Nothing.

Third time's the charm.

This time, you pushed upwards.

Bingo.

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

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

Now you could—

"What are you doing in my room?"

Curt. Shit.

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

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

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

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

"Freshman year?" What happened in Freshman year?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh... yup."

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

"Atta girl. That's my sister."

A good excuse apparently—it was a good excuse.

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

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

But, you weren't complaining.

"Hey, uh, do me a favour?"

He rose a brow. "What?"

"Don't tell Cain, yeah?"

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

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

"Y/N! Hurry up!"

"A few more minutes!"

That was your cue to go to your room.

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

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

Damn, kinda looks badass.

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

"I'm coming! Gheez."

What was that? His catchphrase or something?

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

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

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

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

Yeah, this could work out perfectly.

"Get in, shitbird."

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

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

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

"I would've let you skip."

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

"Must've been fun, huh fossil?"

"Watch it, worm."

You snickered.

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

Older brothers are a piece of work.

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

"What are you doing?"

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

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

"No I'm not."

"Uh, yeah you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

That was a little too close for your liking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you were playing hooky today."

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

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

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

You looked away.

"Oh, uh, Steve?"

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why the hell did she have to be there?

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

Man, this sucked.

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

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

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

"Eddie."

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

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

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

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

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

Wastoid? Wha—?

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

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

You deserved some time to relax, no?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ohhh. The ache of your own cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ladies first."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your grin only grew when he spluttered.

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

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

"Hey, Eddie?"

He blinked.

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

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

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

"Yeah, oh."

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

—straight. onto. his. lap.

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

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

"Where do you think you're going?"

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

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

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

Trippy.

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

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

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

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

"Tell me about yourself, Eds."

"Hm?"

"I wanna know you better."

Better than you already did, that was.

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Groupies 'n everything."

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

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

"Me?"

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

"I plan on..."

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

"...protecting those I love."

Yeah, perfect.

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

"Wanna be one of them?"

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

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

This weed was sure making your confidence sky rocket.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That shot your eyes open.

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

Ah. Steve's former friends.

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

"'Cause of Billy?"

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

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

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

"Hm?"

"The attention."

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

"...maybe a little."

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

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

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

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

"My bad."

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

"Stress?"

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

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

"Harrington's girl?"

"Yeah... she sounded bitter."

"Maybe she was jealous."

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

"Yeah."

"Why would she be jealous for?"

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

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

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

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

He couldn't be more right.

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

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

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

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

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blue-sadie · 7 months

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Something A Bit More

Imagine:

Being paired with eddie and during the project you've expressed your displeasure with your boyfriend and wanting someone a bit more..... toxic.

"Oh I know what you mean like if you were mine I wouldn't even let you out my sight, I'll follow you home and make sure you get home safe I would make decisions for you and wouldn't let you hangout withother men unless you have my hickies all over your neck"

#yandere stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader imagine #yandere stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader imagine #yandere eddie munson #yandere eddie munson x reader #series x reader

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saltylandland · 10 months

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Bro where is this brain rot for Eddie munson emerging from? I just wanna hangout in his van in a most empty parking lot from a nearby city that Eddie drove too, to see a concert. But then the rain got so heavy we decided to shack up in the parking lot for a bit and chill and listen to the thunder.

Then Eddie pulls out a blunt and I ask to take a hit (or two) and then he playfully accuses me of only being friends with him for his weed and I shoot back how often he looks down my shirt and how his hands will sometimes ’slip’ like I don’t notice that shit… then we start to bicker and it somehow ends with me going ‘you want to kiss me so bad’ jokingly but then he does it immediately like I gave permission and he chases my lips when I eventually pull away.

And then,,, then he breathlessly asks if he can ‘just try something’ barely listening to me as I tell him yes anyway, as he pushes me to lay on the floor of the van as he kisses down my body as he tries to eat me out,, like he’s so clumsy with it bc outta all the different porn mags he’s seen only a handful actually have someone going down on a girl 🥹 but but he gets better at it as he learns just how much he loves being between your legs

And now you indirectly created a monster as he just won’t stop at mouthing at your clit and fingering you until you cum against his lips and then some.

After getting high you talk about intimate details and now oop suddenly your unbuckling his belt.

Oop he only begged you for a handjob but now your tracing the veins on his dick with your tongue.

And by god he is loud. He’s loud in general, but he keens and moans like a bitch in heat at the slightest touch. He’s heaving as you slowly take him in your mouth, his hand grasping at the roots of your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp as if his life depended on it.

You can tell that he’s close cuz he bows over you, his hand in your hair keeping you in place as his hips rock stilted and in small circles. His dick throbs in the back of your throat but the sounds he makes are worth it. He would never force you to swallow his cum, he quickly pulls you off as soon as he regains himself again. But if you do, make sure that he watches, you’d think that he’d pass out from how fast he gets a new stiffy.

Like, just listening to the rock radio station play as Eddie humps you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. It’s gross and stuffy in the van, the windows fogging up and the still constant rain helping nothing with the humidity.

Our pretty boy Eddie has all the energy in the world, pushing himself past his limits to watch your face scrunch up with another orgasm, to cum on you again and again, something his fantasies could never do you justice in.

He’s been dreaming of fucking you for forever now, all his wet dreams cantered around you. He’s not entirely convinced that this isn’t a dream so by god will he make this ‘dream’ worth it.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #yandere eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson drabble #i am on one today

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collectivecloseness · 2 months

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okay but imagine one of the yandere fruity four (let’s say Nancy, because she’s been a bit of an example used before poor girl) just snaps and kidnaps you, without thinking about it or consulting the rest of the group. And obviously now all of them have to deal with the repercussions of her actions

Anon I am kissing you on the mouth late for valentines thank you

Things like this are so interesting though! Because if you saw Nancy kidnapping you, and she takes you to the others, home, fuck yes they are so pissed at Nancy, but now they can’t let you go. Because you saw Nancy, one of them, and they can’t put her, or any of their family (you, too, are part of their family) in danger.

So okay, you are joining the family this way. They prepared for this scenario anyway.

Of course they thought they’d have more time, because just... up and taking you would have been a last shot, if after they courted you you still said no- you weren’t sure, or you couldn’t because of some horrible reason restricting your choice :(. They would have helped you through that last alternative anyway, because they love you <3

Not all of them even thought down the taking you path... Well okay actually, all of them did, some of them would have just been a lot quieter about it than others. And some definitely would have only had it as their last, last, very last option if they were that desperate and there was nothing else they could do for you... But you’re here now. They love you. They’ll make it work, as best as they can for you. You deserve that, after everything you’ve been put through now, at the very least.

You deserve everything.

So now not only were you betrayed by one friend, but when you see your other friends, you realise you’ve been betrayed by all of them. All four of your best friends, all of them were lying to you, all of them had this crazy thing about you behind your back together, all of them were going to hurt you by keeping you here, and protect each other instead...

Like I said, the other three are pissed when Nancy tells them what she’s done. Eddie tried to run straight upstairs for you, to the spare room Nancy put you in, that they were all planning to be your room eventually anyways. But she grabs him so hard he nearly breaks his leg, gripping onto the bannister and being yanked down those first couple of steps.

Even Robin’s trying to push past, standing up to Nancy for one of the first proper times, at least physically, as she uses her height to stand practically chest to chest with Nancy, and demand she let her and Eddie go to you right now, and to not mess anything up anymore. Robin’s face serious, and dark, and pissed, as she looms in front of Nancy, a way she’s never been before, not to one of the others.

But Nancy begs everyone to listen first. She’s in tears shortly into her argument, her defence more of an apology than anything, and speeching a stance of what they can all do next, to keep this all together. She knows she fucked up. And Nancy usually doesn’t cry when trying to debate something. But Nancy knows what a whole mess this thing is, and it is entirely her fault; no one else to blame but her this time. She doesn’t want to lose the others either. And she can’t lose you, hopefully if the others stay with her, they’ll help you come back around to her too...

But when the other three first burst into your room, they are in shock.

Yeah they knew you were up here. God, they were practically scratching layers beneath their skin and bouncing the floorboards into dust, knowing you were tied up and frightened and all alone up there, but they were taking forever to talk downstairs. A family meeting without you... the last time that’ll happen, they swear okay? ...Apart from the ones where you don’t need to know something that will just upset you.

Immediately they’re running forwards and untying you. Nancy practically had your whole body bound in rope, she was really panicking after hitting you over the head and deciding to just take you.

Shock still on their faces as Eddie undoes your ear muffs and scarf blindfold from Nancy’s winter wear, wanting you to find your senses, caring about you more than anything else right now. He needs you to not be even more frightened, panicked, to know it’s him and you’re safe now and this will never happen to you again - it shouldn’t have. His hands brushing your cheeks as he removes them. His face tender and soothing and heightened with adrenaline, taking this so so seriously as he frees you, let’s you get your senses back. Keeps his hands stroking your cheeks as you see him, because you know Eddie will keep you safe.

Steve apologising profusely and promising you’re alright over and over, as he immediately moves to assessing the rope situation. Deciding to just cut them all with a pocket knife in his jeans, instead of having you in them for five more seconds. Taking it out and being thankful he has all his family here, because as you notice it’s them, your friends, coming to save you, once Eddie’s freed your eyes, you settle down enough so Steve won’t nick you, as he quickly gets to work. Fuck all this rope, Nancy shouldn’t need any more anyway, she shouldn’t be doing anything by herself anymore if she’s hurting you, and all of you, like this!

Robin breaking Eddie’s handcuffs Nancy stole that are tying you to the your bedpost, while you lay on the floor all wrapped up. She doesn’t even really know how she does it in the end. She just acts quick and makes sure not to hurt your wrist. Permanently breaking something belonging to Eddie’s personality that Nancy had twisted and used to victimise you... Robin could really mess with her right now. But at least once it’s done, it’s easier for Steve, dealing with all that rope. Used just for you, someone who wouldn’t hurt anyone. And you’ve been laying on the carpeted floor with your whole body tied up and senses stolen, with nothing even coating your injured head...

All their eyes wet and terrified and loving and soothing and deep in yours. Eddie holding your face as his dark puppy eyes stay closest to yours, walking you through some calming talk as he holds you. Steve promising he’s getting you out right now and shushing you as he says you’re okay, every time he feels it’s safe enough to look up from his knife, task oriented. Robin joining Steve the second she’s broken the cuffs, her blue eyes less teary and so determined, because she is deep in protective mode right now, letting you know when it’ll be over soon.

As soon as you see the others, especially with their shock, their runs to free you, their soothing and apologetic and horrified words, all you can think is thank god. You’re trying to tell them Nancy has suffered some kind of episode, even though you’re sure they already know that. Nancy wasn’t in this room, and they all knew where you were, they were still just shocked to see you like this.

As soon as they’ve got you free, you leap forward, and because of positioning alone, Steve is the first one you hug. He practically lifts you upright, back onto your feet, the moment he hugs you back, even if it does take him a second before he does so.

Steve sniffles as he hugs you, his toned arms shaking but not from the effort of those ropes. His cheek pressed to yours, as he blinks tears down his face, being brushed away by your hair as he lets you sink into his protective hold. Thanking him, hugging one of your best friends, because he saved you, like you knew he would.

Steve hugs you back, because he’s your hero briefly, and he’s aware this will be the last time you’ll hug him for a while. Any of them. Last time you’ll hug them like this, like the you who you still are, for a while. Steve doesn’t want you to change, Nancy shouldn’t have-

He knows this new arrangement will take some getting used to. For all of them. Especially because you probably are going to change as a person, as someone they all know, they love for who you are. But it’s okay, of course they’ll love you anyway, no matter what.

You tell them again about Nancy suffering some sort of break, clearly something is very wrong with her mental health you say, and they all say they know, which you assume they did as they knew where to find you. They’re all relishing in these last few seconds with you, mourning the normal future they know they could have had with you, by keeping their hands on you while they can right now

Steve rubbing your shoulders with his thumbs, his hands grounding you there with comfort and strength, after you pulled back from the hug. Eddie cupping your cheek and neck, still so close by, his other ringed hand cradling through your hair, and biting his lip as he tries not to think about next time he’ll be able to do this again. Robin rubbing your back up and down, her hand resting on your hip like it usually is with you, knowing she’s lost that normalcy, one type of relationship with you now.

And then you realise that all four of your friends are kidnapping you now. They’re all insane. What the fuck have they been thinking about you this entire time? Why are they doing this now? They’ve untied you from your restraints, Steve is nearly on his knees whilst keeping his hands on your shoulders, as he begs you to believe you’ll never be restrained again, but explains they’re still locking you in this room for now.

Stealing you in Steve’s slightly soundproofed house, with no neighbours in viewable distance through the trees of Hawkins around.

At least the house you were to be kept prisoner in was very lovingly built by the architect... The way out of Steve’s house was a straight line, a path easy for anyone facing that way to spot. Easy for them to see anyone leaving on. If no one came to the front door, and knowing - or rather not knowing what these four were capable of - you’re sure they’d be able to keep people away, then there’s no way you’d be spotted. And while Steve hadn’t soundproofed the house or anything dramatic like that, it did keep sound well. It kept everything in well. Which was unfortunate for you.

Begging one of them to be on your side. Doing so as soon they forlornly tell you what’s going to happen now, for the first couple of days. Like for Robin or Eddie to help you. You’re very quickly trying to refigure out your friends. But they don’t. They don’t let you free. They don’t get you the phone. They want you to know they are on your side, they tell you they don’t want you to feel like you’re all on your own, but you say that you are, because they won’t help you.

They sadly trot away, closing your door behind you, to respect you and your boundaries. Sulking away upset, even if they do understand. But if making them upset that they’re making you feel this way helps you get out, then good! But also they should feel upset! They should feel guilty!

You’ll tell them how abandoned and alone you feel, that neither of them are supporting you, you can’t trust them to be by your side, and they can’t promise you it’s untrue, because you have all this evidence to throw in their face, or to tearily testify with. They say they’ll do anything else for you, anything in the world. Even though every single thing you ask for the first day they say no to.

Nancy begging you not to blame/be mean to the others. But what else can you respond with other than actually you will keep doing so, as they are just as complicit as her because they are keeping you here.

“Do you know the law Nancy? They will also be thrown away for kidnapping. You definitely shouldn’t go for that position as a crime reporter, if you don’t know the law.”

The ‘will’ hurts Nancy. As if you really do want them all sent away to prison. Like you’d try to do that to them if they gave you that bit of freedom right now. Like you’re planning on it happening.

You don’t want Nancy to get that stupid promotion. You don’t exactly care how she feels about herself, unless it’s guilty enough to set you free... or upset enough to hurt- Unless it affects your chances of getting out of here unharmed, you couldn’t give one about her feelings.

“Also fuck you.” Is the other thing you say to Nancy. Right before she leaves you to yourself again.

They try to give you privacy, but also keep you at a level of interaction with them like before. Just like before Nancy hurt you - they are really apologetic for that, and really are glad you let them take care of your poor minor head injury. A similar amount of time that you’d interact with them everyday, before you lived with them. So you weren’t going through too many changes, and so you weren’t scared each time they did breach your new bedroom. They want you to feel normal, they really really do.

Steve mentioned to you about two weeks in, when he came in to chat with you like they all do, that if Nancy gets some promotion she’s working towards, it’ll mean more funds in the household for everyone! He says it while practically bouncing on your- the bed, with a smile. Although he quickly gets that expression on his face, the one you used to think was dorky and endearing, where he realised he may have messed up while speaking, and he quickly rectifies that of course that’s not to say anything negative about you now also pulling from the household pot, and that they’re very happy to have you, they’ve always been planning for that; especially since they know you really wanted that break because you were so burned out, so they were gonna give it to you with all their financial support. All their support in the world. Also, the amount they used to buy you gifts, or nights out, or pay for gas to see you, you were always a part of the pot anyway.

You tell Steve to go away, before he can smile for a second time today. It is very rare any of them smile, in this first week or two they have you. Sometimes they forget things aren’t like they used to be. Or they try to treat things like normal, to help you transition. But you definitely weren’t smiling, and they knew, no matter how much the fact made them want to claw their own hearts out, they knew they were the reason why. So they didn’t really feel any reason for them to smile. Not so far anyway.

#anon mwah tysm for sharing ur brain is so wrinkly I could actually go on about this tbh #yandere fruity four/reader #yandere fruity four #yandere Nancy Wheeler #Yandere Eddie Munson #Yandere Steve Harrington #Yandere Robin Buckley #yandere fruity four drabble #yandere fruity four angst #yandere fruity four x reader #yandere fruity four thoughts #stranger things #anon #ask

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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princess orders. ୭‌⋆*｡

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

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

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

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

for Eddie, school is not something important.

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

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

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

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

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

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

you, beautiful you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

eddie could die happy in that moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

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Saccharine pt.2

Yandere Stranger Things characters with an overly sweet darling headcanons:

Characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationships, delusional characters, manipulation, bullying, drug mention

Steve Harrington:

❤️ He would probably ask his darling out on a date once he notices their sweet attitude

❤️ Even if they don’t end up dating Steve acts as if they are

❤️ Would tell people they’re dating to keep them away from his darling

❤️ He’d always be super nice to his darling as well and do things that friends and couples do

❤️ Would be extremely touchy and clingy

❤️ Over-protective crossing into possessive behaviour

❤️ Since his darling is kind to everyone, including people who are rude to them or hurt them, Steve envisions himself as a knight in shining armour saving his darling

❤️ If his darling is uncomfortable around Steve, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Steve takes advantage of that

❤️ In his desperation to protect his darling, he would probably kidnap them

❤️ Even after kidnapping his darling, he would never be cruel to them and shower them with love and affection

Nancy Wheeler:

📝 Would become good friends with her darling due to her enjoying their kind nature

📝 After her break up with Steve and all of the crazy stuff happening in Hawkins that she’s involved in, she’d probably find comfort in her sweet and caring darling who has a normal life

📝 (If darling was male) She would only date Jonathan if her darling was dating someone else at the time

📝 (If darling is female or other) She would date Jonathan because dating her darling wouldn’t be socially acceptable

📝 When she dates Jonathan, all she can imagine is her darling and how her darling would act on dates

📝 Would sometimes slip up and almost call Jonathan by her darling’s name

📝 After the July 4th incident, she would check to see if her darling was one of the people who got added to the Mind Flayer’s physical form

📝 Once the Byers + Eleven move to Lenora, Nancy becomes a bit more clingy with her darling

📝 She would likely begin to try to manipulate her darling into having feelings for her

📝 After the events of season 4, she makes sure her darling isn’t injured in any way, shape or form

📝 When Jonathan returns, she pretends to be happy but is actually pissed off since he would be slowing or stopping her plans to finally confess to her darling

Jonathan Byers:

📸 First meeting would most likely be his darling felt bad seeing Jonathan by himself all the time and assigned themselves to be his friend

📸 His darling would offer to help put up posters for Will when he went missing which definitely warmed Jonathan’s heart

📸 During the entire duration of Will’s disappearance and death, Jonathan’s darling would probably be similar to an emotional support animal for him

📸 Eventually when Jonathan and Nancy start dating, he isn’t yet sure of his feelings for his darling but they’re solidified when he sees his darling kissing someone who isn’t him

📸 Throughout his relationship with Nancy, he would picture his darling in her place

📸 He’d stalk and take pictures of his darling without them knowing

📸 If they had a movie night and his darling fell asleep, he would sneak off to grab his camera and start taking pictures of their sleeping body

📸 When he moves to Lenora with his family, he would call his darling every day

📸 Would beg request his darling to fly over to Lenora to visit him during summer vacation or winter break or spring break, knowing that his darling is too nice to decline

📸 If he’s ever stoned around his darling, he’d accidentally confessed his true feelings for them which causes some tension that Jonathan ignores

📸 Even if his darling is uncomfortable around Jonathan, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Jonathan takes advantage of that

Billy Hargrove:

🚬 Definitely irritated by their sweet nature at first since they’d always be doing things like helping people with homework or handing out cookies and Billy takes that as sympathy, which he despises

🚬 If his darling begins giving him more attention than others, he’ll be pissed since he’ll think that his darling considers him weak

🚬 Would probably bully his darling for a while until their sweet personality grows on him

🚬 He’d then have others beat up his darling and he’d pretend to be a knight in shining armour then help patch them up afterwards

🚬 He has love-hate feelings for his darling since he despises sympathy but adores his darling’s care

🚬 After fights with his father, he’d probably go to his darling, wanting to be patched up, which his darling would do without hesitation

🚬 After a while, he’d love their kindness and crave their affection

🚬 But Billy would also be very jealous since his darling shows kindness to everyone, including people he deems unworthy of it

🚬 Billy would totally kidnap his darling using chloroform when his jealousy reacts it’s peak level

🚬 He would try not to be like his father but might actually hurt his darling during a fit of rage

Robin Buckley:

🎺 Robin would instantly be head over heels for a super sweet darling

🎺 Her darling would definitely listen as Robin would ramble about different subjects, which Robin adores

🎺 They’re probably in band together and Robin’s darling would visit Robin at Scoops Ahoy

🎺 Robin also listens intently to everything her darling would say

🎺 She probably has Steve try to help her figure out if her darling is sapphic or not

🎺 After the whole July 4th incident and Robin and Steve getting new jobs at Family Video, Robin and her darling’s friendship improves since they can spend more time together without Robin having to go somewhere to attend to a customer

🎺 Would accidentally confess her feelings to her darling in a ramble

Eddie Munson:

🎸 Very shocked at first since everyone considers him and his friends ‘freaks’

🎸 Would adore the kind attention they give him and even though he would never admit it, it’s extremely obvious

🎸 He would melt at their compliments about his guitar skills or the campaign he’s writing

🎸 He’d be super clingy and try to always have his darling around him

🎸 Eddie would love having his darling listen to him as he rambles about Metallica or other metal bands

🎸 Eddie would have his darling watch his band ‘Corroded Coffin’ practice since he knew they’d give supportive and sweet feedback

🎸 Would give his darling a ticket to every gig that Corroded Coffin has

🎸 He would do things that could be considered platonic or romantic, like wrapping an arm around his darling’s shoulders or holding their hand

🎸 If he did get really jealous, he’d probably drug and kidnap his darling

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere stranger things #yandere stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #billy hargrove #robin buckley #eddie munson #yandere steve harrington #yandere nancy wheeler #yandere jonathan byers #yandere billy hargrove #yandere robin buckley #yandere eddie munson

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Eddie Munson Drabble

Word count ; 6.9k

*Edited.

“…I’m sorry. I’m flattered, really, but I just don’t really know you that well.”

The moment those words escaped her lips, Eddie was crestfallen. As confident as he tried to come off, leaning against the hallway just after club activities, in front of the love of his life, hearing those words were enough to make his small grin falter.

She didn’t know him.

Y/n, in her club outfit, couldn’t meet the man’s intense stare. She was fiddling with her shirt and her gaze was glued to the ground. The main indication of embarrassment, though, was that her cheeks flushed and darkened. At first, when Eddie was delivering his heavily recited confession, he took it as a good sign. But now, he realized that she was just trying to find her words.

Eddie cleared his throat and stood up straight. His body was rigid and his head was still digesting the revelation. Sure, it’s not like he’d ever had a real conversation with her before, but… Eddie had tried. He wrote secret admirer letters, too scared to reveal himself yet, and watched from a distance when Y/n opened them and became a blushing mess. He left small gifts, too, like when he noticed she needed some new pens and pencils. Sure, Eddie had never made it known that it was him leaving love letters and tokens of affection, but clearly, the woman had yet to realize.

“Well, uh… I, uh - we can always… get to know each other,” he mumbled, his cheek flushing when he realized he’d have to grovel. “I just… I, uh, like you. A lot. And I’ve been the, uh, person leaving you stuff in your locker, and…”

Y/n deadpanned, and Eddie clammed up immediately. He shoved his hands into his ripped jean’s pockets, some of his rings still peaking out. He shuffled his foot against the ground, and he was sure he would have a heart attack if things didn’t go his way. He noticed how Y/n paled, though, and wondered if he finally got through to her.

She took a step back, clutching her schoolbag to her chest. She still couldn’t meet his eyes and grew even more tense. “O - oh. So that’s… you?”

“Uh, well, yeah. And I mean every word of it.”

Y/n could remember the first time she received one of the letters and gifts at the start of the school year. At first, her heart accelerated with excitement at the idea of someone having a crush on her. The handwriting was total chicken scratch and barely readable. And yet, the words were so flowery and beautiful, things she’d never been told before.

‘I like the way you dress.’

‘You have a gorgeous smile.’

‘You have the most desirable personality.’

‘You look so cute when you’re with your friends.’

‘I’ve liked you for so long and I want to be something more.’

Y/n almost did fall for the secret admirer, so very tempted to leave a letter in exchange. And yet, that’s when she noticed. How, instead of sweet, general compliments, they became specific. Too specific. It made sense that it was a classmate of her’s, so she hardly minded the comments about her falling asleep in classes, but they became so much more.

‘I love it when you run your fingers through your hair.’

‘I overheard your conversation about the new song you like. I bought it as soon as I got home.’

‘I didn’t like the way Patrick was looking at you. I think he has a thing for you.’

‘I find it cute when you have a hard time changing your shirt in a rush for club time.’

And yet, still, she paid it no mind. Each morning, she tried going at school at a different time in hopes of catching who was responsible for being a complete stalker. And yet, no matter how early or late she arrived, it was always there. It was like they always knew where she was.

And then it became even worse. They were anxious, cruel, paranoid. The letters, instead of sweet compliments scrawled on torn notebook papers it became angry, jealous essays. The first few times it started happening, she read the letters. But what she read burned into her retinas and after a few days, she feigned an illness to get away from it.

She stopped reading them, but in a way, that made her even more scared.

‘Stop talking to Patrick. I don’t want to do anything rash because I love you, doll, but you make it hard to not beat the shit out of him.’

‘I don’t like how much you hang out with your friends. You’re too close to Max and Lucas. They have some shitty altier motive.’

‘I really wish you’d stop wearing teeshirts to school. Remind me to leave you one of my sweatshirts so you stop walking around with that much skin showing.’

‘I’m sorry I’m so jealous, doll. It’s just that we’re made for each other and I hate seeing anyone look at you. If I could, I’d burn out everyone else’s eyes so only I could see you.’

‘I love you.’

Y/n was petrified. For a while, she lived ignorantly although cautiously. She figured that if she stopped reading them, the letters would disappear. Her stalker would disappear. But, instead, here that stalker was. Standing in front of her as if they weren’t a complete psycho that threatened her. and her loved ones

When Eddie first confessed, she didn’t connect the dots at all. He seemed too nervous and shy. Too innocent. They'd never interacted before, so she saw no reason for him to be the stalker. And then, when the revelation left his lips, it took every fiber of her body not to scream and run away. She’d never been the judgmental type and only knew of Eddie Munson. But clearly, he was creepy and insane and a freak.

Y/n knew not to push the limits. But she also knew not to be a pushover. She had enough confidence and slash or fear to know that giving any reciprocation for his feelings would make things worse, but so would being rude and abrupt. From the letters and gifts, Y/n knew that Eddie Munson was dangerous.

“I - I’m sorry, Eddie. I really am,” she whispered, barely audible. The man had to hunch over slightly to hear, especially with how crowded and loud the conversations in the school hallway were. “It’s just… I think you’re - well, you’re a little… creepy. The letters, um, were a little… too much.”

Eddie listened intently, although his brain short-circuited when he was once again rejected. He was scared that, for a moment, she was rejecting him because of his reputation. But, if it was just because of the letters…

Y/n was quick to realize Eddie heard what he wanted to hear. He interpreted how he wanted to interpret.

He answered with more energy than she’d hoped. "Oh. I mean, if that’s all… I can always stop. I just, uh, think we could be some power couple. I’ve, uh had a couple name in mind for years.”

“Y - years?” Y/n squeaked, once again taking a step back.

The students were beginning to disperse and the hallways were becoming empty. Everyone was heading home. Except for some exhausted teachers and friend groups, they were completely deserted. Y/n was petrified. The man standing before her was completely delusional and was seemingly refusing to take no for an answer.

Eddie tilted his head, quirking a brow. He took a step closer, eyeing the woman up and down. He easily caught on that she was a little frightened, but he didn’t think much of it. She was just confused. Maybe all of the rumors fucking Patrick and his friends were spreading around were getting to her.

“Yeah, years. I, uh, promise, doll, this isn’t just a crush. I love you. So, so much. I mean, I already planned the wedding out in my head. I was thinking something small, quaint, cute. I’d put a little more of my own flair into it, but I really only give a shit about, uh, making you happy. I mean, I thought I’d ask you once we started dating, but I overheard you talking about it with Max during a sleepover, so —“

“What?”

Eddie paused, grinning bashfully as his cheeks reddened. He had unknowingly rambled. Sure, Y/n was still baffled by the interaction, but he was sure she’d come around. She just had to. But, in reality, Y/n was on the verge of tears. She was shaking in her boots. She’d known he stalked her at school, but to know that he knew where she lived - it shook her to her core.

Eddie Munson was dangerous.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble.”

“Y - you know where I live?”

Eddie tilted his head in confusion. The cogs turned, trying to decipher what was wrong. Especially now that he noticed how she continued to shrink away and how glossy her eyes were. He swallowed thickly. And that’s when it hit him.

In a panic, he raised his arms and waved them defensively. “Wait, doll, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not a bad guy —“

That was all Y/n needed to hear. She choked back a loud sob and the tears started spilling. She couldn’t think straight, taking a few more steps away from Eddie Munson. And when he tried swiping at her to bring her back to him, she dodged, hiccuping.

Eddie grit his teeth. He tried desperately to grab her shoulder, her bag, anything. All of his confidence converted into sheer panic and concern, because in his mind, things were supposed to go a lot smoother. She was supposed to fall at his feet with love like he constantly did for her. They were supposed to kiss passionately as the mental music swelled.

And yet, instead, he could do nothing but watch, one hand outstretched toward where she once was, as she darted down the hall.

Y/n ran like her life depended on it, because in her mind, it did. She wanted to call the police immediately and get a restraining order. And yet, she didn’t want to be anywhere that she knew he could find her. That eliminated not only the school, but her home.

As she pushed open the front door of the school, she peered over her shoulder. Eddie Munson wasn’t there.

She hopped onto her bike. Her trembling body barely registered enough, and as she set off, she almost ran right into a large van. It probably belonged to the janitor. And, as she swerved through the parking lot and sped up the small hill, she glanced over her shoulder to see that Eddie Munson had finally burst out of the school entrance, panting and panicked.

Y/n gulped down, realizing she’d have to pay attention to the road. The rest of the parking lot had been bare, which made her think that surely he didn’t have a car. She’d surely have the upper hand in escaping. Besides, if she got home, she could just retreat to her parent’s warm and loving arms and call the police.

She was scared for her life. From how violent his previous letters had been, and how he carried a terrible reputation, she was worried he’d do something. He’d actually hurt her, or even worse, some of her classmates. She pulled up to a red light. She intended on going straight home, but seeing as she knew the local area well enough, she instead forced the bike onto the sidewalk and took a hard right.

She entered the more urban part of town. That wasn’t really where she lived, but some of her friends did and she knew the area well-enough. She kept speeding down the sidewalk, occasionally swerving to avoid tiny children and cute teenage couples. But, generally, the ride was urgent and almost calming.

That is, until she glanced over her shoulder and recognized the same beat up van trailing only slightly beside her. It was eerily slow, driving no more than ten miles an hour. The engine continuously sputtered. Y/n’s gaze was glued to the van in horror. What confirmed her suspicions even further was that, through the dark glass, she instantly recognize the messy trusses and gothic ornate fashion of Eddie Munson.

They made momentary eye contact and it sent chills down Y/n’s spine. The man looked equally as panicked as he did dead serious. His hands were gripping the steering wheel and his eyes bore into her. There was just as much of a mean, determined glare as there was a pleading expression. It frightened Y/n to her core.

When Y/n’s attention returned to the front of her, though, she let out a gasp of fright. She planted her feet on the ground desperately, trying to force the bike to stop. She’d come up to the end of the sidewalk and was about to crash right into a large tow truck that was racing down the street.

At the last second, she turned the bike a sharp left. A screech escaped her lips when the sudden turn brought the bike crashing into the ground. She skidded off and tumbled right into the street. She heard a small crack and pain shot through her ankle. There was also a searing sensation agains the cheek that lay flat against the dull pavement. Her head was pounding as she twitched, her legs completely tangled with the bike.

She pushed her hands into the asphalt, weakly pushing herself up. Some blood dripped onto the ground from her cheek and she knew she’d be riddled with bruises by tomorrow. She was only vaguely aware that the van had come to a screeching halt. Suddenly, she heard footsteps.

She peered up, rather disgruntled from the position she was in. Her entire body had scratches and skid marks. She peered up in horror, just in time to recognize Eddie Munson as he leaned over. His face was masked by his soft curls, and she couldn’t see his expression.

His hands looped under her armpits and he lifted, grunting slightly. A fearful, pained scream escaped her lips as she was lifted from the wreck. Her hair fell in her face, and she let out a grumble of agony when the bike was untangled from the wreckage.

At least one ankle was twisted. However, she wasn’t even given the chance to test it out, because Eddie wasn’t just helping her up. He was holding her limp form and making his way to the other side of the car. Even with how tattered and distressed she was, she connected the dots the moment he set he her against the car and went to open the passenger door.

Her eyes widened and she could barely move. But it didn’t matter so much as to what she couldn’t do. It was more so of what she had to do that impacted her. Both ankles tung from her weight and she almost crumbled right then and there. But when Eddie hummed, completely absorbed in opening the passenger side door and pushing some things off the seat, she attempted to limp away.

She let out a gasp of pain as she moved her feet, which drew Eddie’s attention back to her. He abandoned what he was doing, wide-eyed and worried. “Fuck! Y/n, doll, you’re hurt —!”

It didn’t take much effort to reach out and grasped at her. He grabbed her shoulder. A scream bubbled in Y/n’s throat, loud enough to be heard several blocks down. She continued to scream at the top of her lungs, even when it was muted by Eddie’s hand. His long, black nails dug into her injured cheek. Y/n pawed at him as he forcefully started pulling her back toward the van.

Tears sprung from her eyes again. Eddie kept mumbling nonsense that Y/n didn’t particularly want to hear.

“Just cooperate, dammit! I - I need to —“

“Hey, freak, the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Eddie seized up, but Y/n sure as hell didn’t. She tried to pull his hands away, and yet they only tightened. That was, until her vision cleared and she realized standing before her, was the chief of police, Sheriff Hopper. He had a gun pulled from his hip and had it trained on Eddie’s figure, even Y/n blocked most of it.

Eddie squealed girlishly. A small crowd from the nearby houses formed, and disturbed mothers gasped, holding their urbanized children to them. Y/n had never been happier to be in the richer side of town, because clearly, that was where to be when someone attempted to kidnap you.

“Let her go! Hands in the air and against the vehicle, now!” Hopper demanded, twisting the safety off.

Eddie could not have been more terrified. He exchanged wary glances between the officer and the love of his life. It was just a misunderstanding. He was helping her —!

Y/n bit down on his hand, and Eddie yelped. Immediately, the woman pushed herself free. She collapsed to her knees instantly, though, and despite the mark on his hand, Eddie’s brain blanked and he went to reach for her. That was, until he woke back up to the cocking of the gun.

“H - hey, man, it's not what you think!” Eddie pleaded, pale in the face. He raised his hands instantly, occasionally glancing at Y/n, who was desperately crawling to the officer’s side. His heart burned with regret. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. “I was just helping her —“

“I said, up against the vehicle! Now!”

With Hopper’s free hand, he reached onto his waist and pulled out a walkie-talkie. He pressed the button, eyes not abandoning Eddie’s trembling form as he did, in fact, press himself to the vehicle. Eddie’s mind blanked as he tried to think of an escape. A deep frown was etched into his frazzled features.

“Hey. We need an ambulance and another dispatch up here at Locust Street. Now.”

With that said, he reattached it. His glare bore into Eddie’s back. The man was desperately trying to think of anything that would convince him. “Y/n, please! Tell him it ain’t what he thinks it, uh, is?”

The officer grunted in disbelief. He lowered the gun when he took the final step and fished around for handcuffs. Eddie’s brain short-circuited in that moment and he brought his elbow into Hopper’s face. The man released a low yelp, caught off guard by Eddie’s sudden defiance. But Eddie didn’t just stop there. He swerved toward the officer and pushed his chest.

Hopper wasn’t letting himself get pushed around that easily, though. He let out another curse, not moving an inch when Eddie pushed him. Instead, he grabbed his frail wrists. One hand reached for the hilt of his gun and he removed it, about to shoot.

However, Eddie threw his entire weight toward the large man. Hopper lost his footing. He shot, but the bullet ricocheted off the large van. Eddie let out another yelp as both of them tumbled to the ground. Y/n screamed again, but by then, a concern mother appeared beside her and helped her up and away to safety.

Eddie let out a growl and punched the cop. Hopper, though, forced them to roll until Eddie was the one pushed to the ground. Hopper punched the man in the face, blood spewing from his nose. Eddie’s arms flailed until his hand located the gun.

He always said he’d never end up like his father, but he’d do anything for love’s namesake. He knew how to use the gun. And, as Hopper’s fist continued to punch the lying hell out of Eddie’s face, he realized if he didn’t shoot, he’d end up in prison. And as romantic as the idea was, with how resistant and misunderstand Y/n was to his affection, he doubted they’d have some jail-themed wedding.

He dug the gun into Hopper’s waist, and realization dawned on the man’s expression. He swiped at it, but Eddie shot. And instead of being deadly, the bullet lodged into his leg. Hopper let out a groan and Eddie was able to push him off with ease.

As Eddie stood, he still had the gun in his grip. He wanted to shoot the cop again, but Hopper was writhing in pain. He turned the gun to the fearful, ushering mother and Y/n. They watched, and Y/n tried her best to push her body in front of the mother, but she insisted.

However, Eddie never shot. Instead, his ears peaked when, in the distance, he heard the squeals of police sirens. He grit his teeth and backed up as far as he could until he arrived at the driver’s seat. From then on, he stepped inside and slammed both doors.

The adrenaline hadn’t worn off yet, but the fear still sank back in. There was a change in plans. He started the ignition, and as a scream bubbled from the love of his life’s throat, he sped off to god knows where.

Y/n thought that there was no way in hell Eddie would get away. But the officers were far more concerned with saving their fallen comrade and getting Y/n to a hospital for her wounds, so that left Eddie to his lonesome.

A few days later, Y/n knew Eddie escaped as she watched the hospital television. She could tell because the cops had located his van in the middle of the woods, with no Eddie, no gun, nothing. He was on the run. But, at least with his name on the news, Y/n could only hope that meant he couldn’t get to her.

Weeks passed. Y/n felt safer. People had given her condolences and she felt like she stood out. But nobody had ever treated her cruelly. Even when Patrick took a few days off school, she hardly suspected anything had happened except the common flu.

No more letters, no more gifts, no more stalker watching her every move.

It was like a weight had been taken off her shoulders.

There was a pep in her step on the bright, sunny morning. Her friends greeted her as she made her way to her locker. She would’ve felt worse, but Hopper had recovered seemingly faster than she had. She was freed.

At least, that was until she swung open her locker and from inside, a very ornate letter fell out.

Fear struck through her heart all of her sudden. She watched as it fluttered to the ground. However, she’d never received an actual envelope. It was always a single sheet of paper. And, through the envelope, she could see brilliant pinks and reds. It was an actual card.

It had to be from her friends.

She shakily shoved her backpack into her locker and leaned down, picking it off the ground. She just had to know. She peeled open the letter, slowly, dread consuming her.

It was from a friend.

It was from…

She pulled it out, allowing the envelope to fall to the ground. Nobody else was paying her any heed. Nobody would suspect anything, even if it was from Eddie Munson.

She examined the front and back. The front had several hearts with expressions, the largest one with a wounded leg. In cartoonish letters, it spelled,’ Get better soon!’. On the back was nothing but a Hallmark copyright, a solid red color. She felt relieved. It seemed not as suspicious.

Maybe it was delivered for Patrick. They’d been growing closer lately.

And then, she opened it.

All of her hopes were dashed because she didn’t need to even read the letter to know it was Eddie. It was his familiar chicken scratch handwriting, although it was shakier than usual. There were other ornate details in the card, but her focus primarily set on the words he’d written.

‘Y/n, doll, love of my life. I’m sorry things turned south like this. I’m just happy your injuries have healed. I can’t express in words how sorry I am. I just didn’t explain as well as I should’ve. I’m not dangerous. I love you truly. I’d never hurt you! I know what they say around town and on the news, but I only ever wanted to be loved. Especially by someone as perfect as you.

‘This whole damned town has forced my hand. None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to listen to what I said, not just hear. You interpreted everything wrong!!! I don’t blame you, though. You didn’t do anything wrong. I get how you misunderstood everything.

‘On that note, though, I’ve had to resort to more drastic measures. I’m supposed to be by your side, kissing you and holding you by your locker before our shared class in pre-calc - yes, we shared that class -, but instead, I have a ransom that only you can fulfill.

‘See, with me as we speak, I’m holding Patrick - I truly hate his guts, you know - hostage. I assume you’ve heard, although I haven’t been able to keep up with the news when I’m more focused on keeping an eye on you. And you can always try to call the cops, but there wouldn’t be enough time.

‘In exchange for Patrick’s life, you have to meet up so we can disappear from this wretched place. I have a gun ready to shoot him as we speak. And I know you always walk into school at the same time now since you aren’t trying to catch me placing the letters inside your locker — Oh, sorry, I was supposed to keep this short, you know?’

By then, there was barely any space left of the card, despite how tiny he’d tried to make his handwriting.

‘Well, be here by eight-thirty sharp or there’ll be a bullet through this asshole’s head, okay? Meet me beyond the football field in the woods. Keep walking until you find a picnic table and wait. I’ll know if you bring anyone with you.

‘I’ll see you soon. I miss you so so much.

‘With love, your Eddie.’

Y/n should’ve been screaming and crying. But, instead, she knew she’d cave. She was paralyzed none the less, but she’d cave. As her mouth went dry, she peered over her shoulder at one of the school clocks.

It was eight-fifteen. Classes started at eight-thirty. Eddie was smart. Smarter than the erratic, delusional man was taken for, especially considering how sloppy his violence was and how shitty his grades were rumored to be. Her heart sank in realization. Cops could never reach in time, and Eddie would hear the said cops in the distance. She was left with no choice.

She pushed the envelope into her locker, stone-faced and defeated. Her shoulder drooped and her eyes became glossy. She would honestly prefer death to being kidnapped for the sake of her pride. Pain was worse and Eddie surely had a sadistic side if he was willing to kill.

As she slammed the locker and turned, she jumped. Max was there, concern etched in her features. She tilted her head, noticing her friend’s jumpiness. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

Y/n eagerly nodded her head. “Um, yes. It’s just… cramps. I’m going off to the bathroom. Actually, is Patrick okay? I haven’t seen him around school for days.”

Max quirked a brow. “You mean that basketball player you’re friends with?”

“Yeah.”

Her face fell and she strained a smile. The woman couldn’t meet her eyes, and Y/n realized. Somehow amidst her obsessed news-watching addiction, she’d missed it. Patrick was missing and Eddie Munson had taken him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know… I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ll find him.”

Y/n’s eyes couldn’t help but flicker to the ticking clock. The high school was large, but not too large. But, as the clock ticked to eight-twenty, she knew once she made it through the front entrance, she’d have to run. She couldn’t risk being even a few seconds late. In her head, she could already imagine poor Patrick’s body bleeding out in the middle of the woods.

Max nodded her off, saying some good-bye word. But Y/n could barely hear from how fast the blood was rushing through her body. She sent one last tight smile the woman’s way before dashing down the hallway. People dodged and made way not asking questions. They were too tired to give a shit about some random student that had an urgent pace.

She burst through the front doors. The cool summer breeze hit her and shivers rolled down her spine. Some people called to her, but their voices went through one ear and out the other. She followed the outer walls. As she continued, less and less people were around. And by the time she arrived at the football field it was completely deserted.

She paused as she passed through the large gate. She saw what Eddie meant. Across the field it opened up to the wilderness. There was but a meek wooden fence with one entrance into the wilderness. She’d heard of Eddie’s notorious drug deals, and this was probably where it happened.

Yes. Eddie Munson was a drug dealer. And that meant he could get any drug he needed for… kidnapping.

She almost felt embarrassed by the prospect. It was like she had a big head for thinking that anyone would ever want to kidnap her. Hell, it was an amazing occurrence as it was when she got her first love letter in her locker. Her life had been mostly void of romance. Well, if ‘romance’ was even the right word.

She started crossing the football field. She wanted to preserve her stamina since she was sure it couldn’t be any later than eight-twenty-five. To her, it was like she was walking down the prison hallways to death row. Her inevitable doom. And as she spaced out, feet doing their own thing, she couldn’t help but reflect on her life.

Nobody ever thinks they’re going to be the one on the news. The victim of a crime. People live their day-to-day lives thinking that it would never be them. They weren’t the ones that would be robbed or attacked or murdered or kidnapped. And yet, somehow, Y/n had been the one to attract Eddie Munson’s attention. Not one of the popular cheerleaders, not the pretty gossip girls, not the talented artists, not the musicians or scientists or anything that Eddie would’ve been attracted to.

Instead, it was her.

She crossed into the wilderness. It was even more silent even with the occasional scuttling of squirrels and chirps of birds. Her footsteps seemingly echoed as she mushed onto the slightly damp grass and small twigs. She kept walking, only vaguely aware of the obvious trail that led over a short hill.

She kept walking. After she passed over the hill, she saw it. The dreaded picnic table. Her heart stopped and she was quick to survey the area. She paused, listening. She heard nothing. She wondered if she was alone, or if Eddie had been lying and didn’t even have Patrick with him.

However, Patrick was missing. And that was his handwriting.

As she went over to the picnic table and slowly sat, eyes glancing around wildly, her mind churned with an explanation. Was there another picnic table deeper in? Was Eddie waiting for the direct chimed of the bell or his watch? Was he waiting for others to show up, or for sirens to call?

She gulped. Her hands enveloped her upper body in a hug that should’ve given her an ounce of comfort. But, instead, she sat there, trembling. It was supposed to be good. Eddie Munson was supposed to have given up because she was too much trouble to pursue.

But perhaps her hopefulness had been naive from the start.

Snap.

She swiftly turned, eyes wide. Standing there, body barely peeking out from a large tree, was Eddie Munson. He had that same damned expression from when he confessed. Slightly flushed cheeks, a small shy grin, and hands that were fiddling with his coat.

The only difference was everything else. His hair was wilder than usual. He had a certain odor to him and some of his clothes were torn. He clearly hadn’t washed an ounce of his boy in a long time, clothes included. Even his glinting silver rings had dirt smudged on them. In one hand, he held the same pistol he stole from Sheriff Hopper weeks, hell, maybe even months ago. And, slightly peeking out of his jean pocket, Y/n noticed a knife.

Y/n seized up. Maybe that was her chance to scream and run for help, but Patrick couldn’t die for her sake. And Eddie knew that. There was more confidence in his walk as he approached the picnic table, and his eyes flitted hungrily over her entire form.

Y/n felt so violated.

Eddie stopped at the opposite side. He slid into the seat although he still had his arms withdrawn and the gun pulled back, a lingering threat that she wasn’t going to get away with any attempted attacks. Eddie tilted his head, a dreamy, lovesick haze coating his dark eyes.

“I just knew you’d show. You’re too much of an angel to let poor ol’ Patrick die. I’ve missed you, doll.”

His words slurred, and he took his time. He didn’t stutter was much. And he hoed with confidence and joy. He was anxious, but it was the residual effect from being in the presence of his ‘crush.’ Y/n’s skin crawled, and as a few tears spilled from her eyes, a frown tugged at her lips.

This time, she could actually meet Eddie’s intense stare. There wasn’t any getting out of the situation. And there was no reason to be shy around a man she’d come to loathe and fear so very deeply. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt in anticipation.

“Where’s Patrick? Let him go.”

Eddie’s face fell ever so slightly as he glanced her up and down. “We reunite after all this time, and you’re only here for Patrick. I get it, doll. You’re scared. Maybe you hate me. But you shouldn’t!” He waved his arms wildly above his head and Y/n flinched. Eddie noticed though, trying to regain his composure. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, listen. We can clear the air later, doll, but we don’t have much time to waste. Uh, I gotta admit something, though.”

Y/n’s face fell even further and she gulped. She wiped away her hot tears, not having the voice to say anything.

“I was kinda worried you wouldn’t show at all. And, like, I had all these drugs that I was pretty much put out of business for since, uh, I’m kinda a criminal now… Well, anyways, I was a little anxious and angry and I took it out on Patrick just a little. Just yesterday, actually, since I was having a hard time sleeping and all that. And, like, he was scared and I was angry and… I took out a sort of insurance policy on the guy. To make sure, no matter what, even if I got caught, I’d take him down with me.”

Y/n’s heart stopped and she gripped at her mouth. A sob broke through and she wasn’t sure what to do. She was scared shitless. Was Patrick already dead?

“Now, before you get on my case about all this, he isn’t actually dead. He just… will be in about a, uh, few hours. Maybe if you cooperate the police can swoop him up and attempt to save him. I don’t really know. I actually, uh doped him up with some Batrachotoxin. That shit’s what the Indians used in poison darts. It was only a little, though, I swear, doll! It’s slow acting since I only doped him up with some. Makes it easier to transport him with him not struggling, actually.”

Y/n felt like she was going to faint. She wanted to scream. But,, this deep in the woods, away from where the classes were being held, would anyone even hear? Or was her fate decided the moment she agreed to show?

But, if there was even a chance of Patrick’s survival, she’d take it.

“Oh, come on,” Eddie tittered, waving his hand dismissively. “We should probably get going now, huh? You aren’t looking too good. Believe it or not, chloroform smells pretty sweet and taste even sweeter. So, uh, it’ll be a pleasant experience, ‘kay?”

“Please…”

Eddie’s eyes widened as Y/n finally opened her mouth. She couldn’t help but rise to her feet. She stumbled out of the picnic table, but Eddie didn’t make a single move. He knew that she knew that if she ran off, he’d just go over to the guy and finish him off, and he’d make his grand escape. He was offended none the less that she wanted distance, though.

Eddie stood up, almost seeming terrified. Regretful. Y/n noticed this, and as Eddie pocketed the gun and instead pulled out a bottle and cloth, she couldn’t help but beg further.

“Eddie, please! Patrick doesn’t deserve this. I - I don’t deserve this! A - and if you don’t do this, I promise I won’t tell. You can live your merry life on the run, figure something out, a - and —“

Eddie sent her a glare and she clammed up. All anxiety and playfulness dissipated into pure irritation. He sighed, and as he soaked the cloth with chloroform casually, he shrugged. His age was glued to her frozen, trembling figure. “Doll, I’d rather die than leave you. Don’t you get that? I can’t live without you. I love you. You think I want to do this? No. It’s just ended up this way, uh, ‘cause you didn’t accept my feelings. And that’s fine, so don’t feel bad! But, uh, I ain’t giving up on you that easily.”

Y/n wished so badly to run. Patrick was fucked anyway, right? He’d die in a few hours. She doubted any surgery could prevent his demise. And yet, as Eddie stalked toward her, all anger morphing into joy just from being within her presence, she waited.

But then, when he was but a few feet away, it was like fear took control and she turned. A scream tore at her lungs. Her legs burned almost instantly. However, as she attempted to make her escape, an arm looped around her waist and another flew to her mouth.

Except, instead of a hand, it was a damp cloth. And it did smell sweet.

She struggled, but Eddie was stronger than before. He was roughed up for sure but he must’ve been working out for this. It terrified her. As she twisted and turned in his hold, it was like her energy was fading. Not as fast as Eddie would’ve hoped, but also not as slow as Y/n wanted. She pawed at his leather coat.

Her head was pressed next to Eddie’s, and his hushes echoed in her ear. “Just calm down, doll. Everything’ll be okay. I promise. W - we can escape to fuckin’ Canada or something, get a job, get a house, get married, have a few kids maybe… O - or not! It’s totally cool if kids aren’t your thing. I - I just wanna make you happy, doll. I swear.”

As Eddie continued to rant, seemingly not having an off button, it hit her. A bout of drowsiness had snuck up on her and she could barely keep her eyes open. Her struggling ceased since she needed what strength she had solely for keeping herself standing and leaning against Eddie’s body. He was warm. The chloroform smelled nice.

Her thoughts even slowed and her mind blanked. She kept breathing in the scent, and her eyes slowly shut. Even so, though, Eddie’s hold didn’t falter. Before she lost conscious, though, she attempted to reach for the gun at his hip. And yet her fingers did nothing but twitch in dismay.

Eddie chuckled his arm around her waist loosening. Instead, he reached up, running his fingers through her hair briefly.

“Aw would you look at that, doll,” he cooed.

He yielded no response and Y/n’s head slumped into he crook of his neck. Eddie’s heartbeat erratically, and he couldn’t help but take in a large sniff of her hair. It smelled so good. He’d only ever been able to do that when she was asleep. And yet, having her in his arms, so very close to him, was like heaven.

“God, Y/n. I love you. I’m so lucky.”

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[princess is used as a weird form of endearment regardless of gender]

You were one of the popular people in this school. You made people laugh, you got good grades, and everything was somewhat perfect. But it wasn't like you were happy. You pretend to be this high-standard person with a high-status quo but it wasn't you at all. Your whole appearance was a lie, a scheme to cover up your true self. And you hated it.

So that's why you decided to go to the "freak" Eddie Munson. You've heard once or twice about him dealing drugs and you maybe thought that he would make things better, that the drugs would. But that was your first mistake.

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"Is that Y/n L/n? The Y/n L/n?" Eddie said staring you down with a goofy grin etched into his face. He always did creep you out. You would sometimes find him staring at you during different times of day, multiple times.

"I'm just here to buy drugs, Eddie. Nothing-"

"You know my name?" He immediately spits out while taking fast steps towards your figure in the woods.

"Of course I do. I'm not stupid." You replied taking a few steps away from him.

"Anyway let's just get it over with." You turned away from Eddie and started walking to the old wooded bench to talk about prices but you felt hands slithering across your stomach.

"Eddie what the fuck are you doing!" You exclaimed quickly trying to pry his arms off your waist but they only got tighter, securing their place around you.

"I've always wondered what you smelled like…" He practically groaned out as he sniffed your hair, his face digging into the crook of your neck.

"Oh, Y/n… I just love you so much. I was waiting so long for the day you would come to me. But I knew you would! And here you are my little princess…" You tried to squirm out of his grasp to escape or to do something but he was surprisingly stronger.

"It's okay baby, we'll live happily together!" And with that sentence, he took out a cloth and brought it straight to your nose and mouth, which covered your scream for help.

"Sleep baby, tomorrow will be our first date together…" He whispered as you let him carry your full weight as you were unable to find the strength to hold yourself up anymore. You tried to groan out in protest as if that would stop anything but you were growing too tired to do anything.

"Shh- It'll all be alright, my little princess. I'll make you feel all better." you let your eyes close telling yourself it was just going to be a quick rest, but the last thing you remember was Eddie's lips kissing your forehead before everything went black.

#yandere stranger things #stranger things #quick writing #yandere eddie #yandere eddie munson #eddie munson #yandere eddie munson x reader #yandere stranger things x reader #gender neutral #eddie munson x reader

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stevethemomharrigton · 2 years

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The Pantie theft.

I know this is different from what I normally post, but I thought of this for a long time now...well I mean I just started thinking it last night, since there weren’t enough of these.

The Panties theft: Eddie x innoncet reader

Warnings: TW Somnophilia, TW Non-con, smut, oral (M receiving), name calling, pet names, unprotected sex, Breeding kink, overstimulation, darkEddie, fingering and penetration, 18+, yandereEddie

Summary: The reader and Eddie have been best friends since they were kids. Reader didn’t know that Eddie formed feelings her when they were in middle school, and soon it developed into a obsession. Eddie likes to sneak into Reader’s room at night, and have his way with her, since he knows he has no chance when she’s awake.

It was late at night and Y/N was peacefully sleeping in her bed. She snuggled her teddy bear that her best friend Eddie Munson bought for her when they were kids.

Y/N’s bedroom window slowly opened up and a young boy crawled his way into her room. This boy is none other than Eddie Munson, Y/N’s best friend.

He almost tripped over his own two feet, but he stuck the landing. He then walked over to Y/N’s bed and looked down at her sleeping body. He gasped a little bit, at the sight that he was seeing.

Y/N was wearing a Hellfire shirt that he gave to her...after he used it to jack to and came all over it. He never washed it when he gave it to her, and he knew that didn’t either. He got hard at the idea of Y/N wearing his cum.

Eddie then looked over to Y’N’s drawer and opened it up. He knew it was her underwear drawer, with the amount of times he’s been through it. He grabbed a pair of underwear and then closed the drawer.

He walked over to Alice’s hamper of clean clothes, and undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He reached into his pants and pulled out his dick. He then used the underwear that he stole to jack himself off, while looking over at Y/N’s bed.

Eddie: “*Groans* Oh fuck~! Yes~!”

He picked up his speed, and keep an close eye on Y/N’s body, to make sure she doesn’t wake up. He doesn’t know how she feels about him, and he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship.

Eddie: “*Groans* Fuck, that’s it~! Yes, baby, just like that~!”

Y/N turned to her side, facing Eddie, but he knew that she was a heavy sleeper, so he didn’t stop jacking himself off. In fact he picked up his speed, and stared Y/N’s face.

Eddie: “*Groans* Yes, Y/N~! Just like that~! God, you’re making me feel so good~!”

He could feel that he was close and so he angled his dick down, and jacked himself faster.

Eddie: “*Groans* Yes~! Y/N baby, take it~! Take my cum like a good girl~!”

With that, he came all over Y/N’s clean clothes. He took a deep breath and then walked over to the bed. He got onto the bed. He sat at Y/N feet, and started rubbing this dick.

Eddie: “I know this is wrong...but I want to be in you tonight, baby~!”

He used his knee to spread Y/N’s legs a part, he then scooted closer in between her legs. He reached down to lifted up Y/N’s nightgown up past her stomach. He almost came at the sight of her pretty white cotton panties with a red little bow.

Eddie; “Oh my~ Aren’t these just adorable~! You dressed pretty for me N/N~?”

He reached his hand down and slide the panties to the side. He then used his middle finger to find her slit, moving them back and forth. This caused Y/N to moan softly in her sleep, and Eddie had to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning out loud.

He waits for a moment, and once he’s sure she wasn’t going to wake up, his thumb found her clit ad rub it. Y/N’s breathe hitches, and she moans softly, this caused Eddie to get even harder and he uses his other hand to jack himself off.

Eddie: “*Groans* You like that baby~? You like it when I rub your clit~?

His eyes shut as he pushed his middle finger into Y/N’s hole, warm and wet, but also so tight...even though the amount of times he has done this to her. It’s like she’s still a virgin and that’s what he likes.

He wanted to fuck Y/N, so he quickly pulled his finger out of her, and lined his dick to her hole. He pushed himself into Y/N, and he groaned out in pleasure.

She felt so good, and he can’t feel bad with her cunt gripping his dick so tightly like this. He pulled back before thrusting back gently into her. Y/N moaned out and clung to the bedsheets.

Eddie smirked smugly at that and he thrusted slow and deep. He watches as Y/N’s face contorts into pleasure, her mouth hanging open as she pants.

Eddie: “You like that N/N~! You like it when I shove my cock into your cunt~! God, yeah you do~! you love my cock like a cat in fucken heat~!”

Eddie loved the way she pants like a cat in heat. He reached his hand down between their bodies and started circling her clit with his fingers. He always likes to make this feel good for her. He wants her to cum with him.

Y/N cried out in pleasure, and she let go of the bedsheets, and instead clung onto Eddie’s arms. He felt her walls tightens around his dick, and this let him know that she was cumming.

Eddie: “*Groans* Fuck yeah baby~! Cum on my cock like a dirty girl you are~! Squeeze around me~!”

He started rubbing Y/N’s clit faster, and she cried out in pleasure. Eddie started thrusting faster and deeper in Y/N.

Eddie: “*Groans* God your so wet~! So wet for me and ONLY me~!”

He moved his hand away from Y/N’s clit, and placed it next to her head, and grabbed a fist full of her bedsheets. He placed his other hand on her waist. Y/N moaned out a name, but Eddie didn’t hear her at all.

Eddie: “W-What was that *Groans* baby? D-Did you say *Moans* something?”

Y/N moaned out even more until words started to form.

Y/N: E-Eddie~!”

Eddie looked shocked by that, and he swore there was a shooting star outside. He placed his other hand on the other side of her waist, and picked up his speed. He got even more horner, at the thought of Y/N having a wet dream about him. It made him SO happy to know that she had wet dreams about him and ONLY him.

Eddie: “Yeah baby~! Call out my name~! Come on do it again for me~!”

Y/N:”*Moans* E-E-Eddie~! Ah, t-too big~!”

Eddie laughed and leaned down an smashes his lips on Y/N’s lips. He pushed his tounge into her mouth, and made out with her. Until he pulled a part from her lips, seeing them swollen a little bit.

Eddie: “Yeah I’m big~! Y-You like *Groans* my big cock~! You want me to *Groans* fuck you with my *Moans* big cock~”!

Y/N moaned out even louder, and Eddie wanted to get a different angle, the angle that hits the spot in Y/N that makes her mush. He grabbed her leg, and threw it over his shoulder, and grabbed her waist, and turned her to her side, and started fucking her while she laid on her side. This caused him to hit that soft spot inside of her, and she cried out.

Y/N: “E-EDDIE~~! Fuck~!”

Eddie laughed and started hitting that spot repeatlly, loving the reaction out of her. He loved it when she screamed his name.

Eddie: “Yeah baby~! Scream my name~! Scream it so your whole neighborhood can hear ya~! I want them all to know how you sound when you get this cunt fucked~!”

He picked up his speed, and Y/N came over his cock again. She cried out and Eddie pulled out of her cunt. He sure did want to cum in her, but he didn’t want this to end. So he laid her back down on her back,. he then laid on top of her, but his dick was in her face, and his face was in her cunt.

He shoved his dick into Y/N’s mouth, and stuffed his face into her cunt, and started sucking on her clit. This caused her to moan while choking on his cock. This caused a vibration and he moaned. He shoved his tounge into her cunt, and he picked up his speed, and soon Y/N came again, getting overstimulated.

Eddie pulled his dick out of her mouth, and then got up. He got back between her legs, and shoved his cock back into her. This caused her to moan again.

Eddie: “I know, you want my cum baby~! I’ll give it to you~!”

He started moving again, slowly, which caused Y/N to moan.

Y/N: T-Too much E-Eddie~! T-Too much~!”

Eddie laughed, and then pulled out of her and flipped her over so that she was laying on her stomach. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her waist up. So her ass was up in the air.

Eddie smirked and lined up his dick, and shoved it back into her. Y/N cried out, as Eddie started moving.

Eddie: “*Groans* God you’re fucken gorgeous~! You make me so horney with all those dresses you wear~! I seen the way that Harrington stares at you~! I don’t like him staring at you like that...like...he can have you~!”

He moved his hand down to Y/N’s clit, and started rubbing it. This caused her to cried out.

Eddie: “Oh, baby, I have a way to stop that from happening~! H-He can’t touch you...if I fuck a baby into you~! God Mrs. Munson, I like that~! I’m gonna fuck a baby into you~!”

He picked up his speed, and Y/N came again. This made Eddie laugh.

Eddie: “Yes~! Cum on my cock~! Squeeze up all my cum~! Want me to breed you like a cat in fucken heat~! God you feel so fucken good N/N~!”

He started to feel himself getting closer, and he moved his hand to Y/N’s mouth, and shoved his fingers inside it. He knew that there was no one home at the moment, since her parents like to leave her all alone to go partying. But he didn’t want the neighborhoods to call the police.

Eddie: “*Groans* I’m close baby~! I’m gonna cum in you this time~! A-And you’re gonna take it like the good girl that you are~! T-Take my cum like a bitch in heat~!”

Y/N cried out as she came, but Eddie picked up his speed. He soon felt it...he was close. Soon he snapped his hips forward, shoving his dick deeper into Y/N, cumming into her.

Eddie: “AH YEAH~! *Pants* God that felt so good~!”

Y/N cried out as she came for what was...I forgot. Her cum mixed with Eddie’s, and some of it leaked out of her aching cunt. Eddie slowly pulled out, but shoved some of the cum back into Y/N;

Eddie: “Can’t have that leaking out of you~. God, you’re gonna love being a mom N/N. Carrying my kid...fuck it’ hot.”

He got off of the bed, letting Y/N fall down. She was panting in her sleep, not knowing what just happened.

Eddie shoved his cock back into his pants, and fixed up his belt. He then left the room, and found a rag. He got it wet, went back to Y/N’s room, and used it to clean off the sweat, and the cum that decided to leave.

He smiled and kissed her lips on last time, and then crawled out through the wndow, and then drove off back to his house. He couldn’t wait to see Y/N the next day at school.

#perveddie #yandere eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #smut #Somnophilia #Non-con #dark eddie munson #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson #twnoncon

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: NONCON, dark!dealer!eddie, fem!reader, unprotected sex

¡ stranger things masterlist !

You watch Eddie as he shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall to the recliner beside him. He drops to his knees, a thud sounds through your silent apartment and you glance around, paranoid of being caught despite knowing you’re all alone.

The lunchbox snaps open, quickly capturing your attention. His eyes flicker to you and he offers you a small smile. You relax and watch his hands. You can see the veins in his arms and tattoos moving as he digs through the box. He had pulled his hair back some time ago and you can’t help but eye the delicate slope of his neck. His curls are flatter than normal and your red hair tie keeping them from his face makes you smile bigger.

“Did you find them?” You say, tired of the silence. You swing your feet and tug at your shorts, unaware of the way your tummy peaks out as you pull them lower. Eddie notices, zeroing in to the sliver of skin and down your silky soft leg. You cross them and hold your knee.

His grasp tightens around the strawberry flavored candy, shaking it. “Yup,” he moves to stand but stops. You laugh as he waddled over to you on his knees.

He stops before yours, much too close to your heat. His breath fans the skin as he holds out the bag. You take it and watch as his eyes dance around your crossed thighs, focusing on the apex of them. You shift uncomfortably on your couch, moving up and turning your body. You cross your legs again for added comfort.

You think you hear him sigh but when you look towards him, he sports the same dopey smile as before. “Tried them before I got here,” he says as you open the bag, “they’re not the best. Y’might need more than one.”

You reach for the gummy candy. You look through the sugar frosted red jelly and at Eddie’s expectant face. “I think one’ll be fine. I got a little too high last time.”

“Take two,” his voice is stern and you lower the candy in slight shock. “It’s best to take two.”

You hum and stare for a few seconds. He’s your friend, you tell yourself. “Okay.”

You start with one, still hesitant. A grimace graces your face as you bite the gummy. It tastes strong. You chew quickly, swallowing as soon as you can. By the time you finish, Eddie shoves another into your mouth. You don’t like the way his finger lingers in your mouth but you say nothing, opting to chew obediently.

“Strong,” you murmur.

He laughs far too enthusiastically, in your opinion. He ends up with his hands on your upper thigh, face pressed into the flesh beneath it. You push lightly but he resists.

“You think?”

You hum. Silence ensues as he smiles at you. It’s a little unsettling but maybe that’s the high kicking in. “Aren’t you gonna smoke?” You ask, nodding to the lunchbox.

“Nope,” he shakes his head, curly bangs swaying with his movements. “I wanna be sober for this. I’ve waited for so long.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “you’re being weird today.”

He shrugs, massaging your thighs. You tense but quickly relax. Your body feels weak, your eyes droop and your mind is cloudy.

Eddie’s hands are suddenly all over you, in between your thighs and up your middle. You want to stop him, push him away and cover yourself when he lowers the front of your top, twisting a nipple. “Gonna get all this shit off,” he grins darkly. “I wanna see all of you when I fuck you silly.”

“I’ve dreamt of your sexy body,” his tongue makes lewd noises as he attacks your chest. “S’so much better than I imagined.”

Your top is being pulled off you roughly, giving the man complete access to your upper body. “You know what these little tops do to me,” he moans, nibbling at your neck.

You lift a limp wrist and moan in protest, too weak to do any more. He shrugs your hand off, pulling away from your throat. He slams his lips against yours, his tongue fills your mouth messily, venturing out to your chin, cheek and nose. He moans against you, suckling on your tongue while groping your chest.

You know you dont want it, but you can’t stop it. You can barely even think about stopping it.

Your mind goes blank as he slips his ringed fingers under your waistband, “so warm,” he mumbles into your mouth. His fingers slip between your folds, “n’wet,” he laughs. You feel yourself flush, slow eyes staring at him, watching his tongue assault your face.

Eddie moves away, slapping your sore tits and running his hands down to the top of your shorts. You want to shake your head but no movement comes. He tugs them down, making a noise of satisfaction, “there she is.”

He kneels again, dragging your body until your ass falls off the couch. It strains your back but you’re mind is too hazy to notice. He lifts your legs into his shoulders, burying his face into you and sniffing deeply. “Shit,” he inhales again, “my cock needs to fill this pretty pussy.”

You moan as loudly as you can in disapproval but he’s already moving, lowering his tight jeans to his knees. He spits lewdly into his hand, coating his cock as he stares at your cunt.

Eddie exhales as his cock slips into you, a blissful expression on his face. “So tight,” he begins to move, rutting against you desperately.

“I should take my time, I know,” all you can do is listen and try to fight the pleasurable assault. “But you’d never let me do this sober,” he moans, biting his lip. “But you owe me. You whore yourself out right in front of me and you expect me to just,” he makes a strained noise, “stand by and watch?”

“You’d never fuck a guy like me,” he growls, “but look at you now.”

“M’gonna cum, fuck,” a few strands of his curls fall loose and hover over his face as he jackrabbits into your dripping pussy, a perfect little hole for his desperate cock.

He attacks your lips again, slobbering all over your slack mouth. He groans into it, tensing above you and halting his eager thrusts. Warmth floods your core as he slams into you one final time. He pulls out with a groan.

“That was pretty pathetic,” he chuckles, pushing his pearly cum back into your fluttering hole. “I’ll have to give you another go, yeah?”

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famwhy · 9 months

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Right Way Up (03)

Stranger Things

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

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

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

prev part. masterlist. next part.

03. bring unto me altruism

trait: s.h.

"YOU know him?"

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

"Ew, gross."

"Oh please, like you can talk."

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

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

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

"Y/N?"

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

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

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

Still, better to be safe than sorry.

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

Why did he stop?

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

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

The door refused to budge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He arched a brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—a low growl.

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

Silence.

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

Billy Hargrove—the Billy Hargrove—was laughing.

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

And then, it really sank in.

You made Billy Hargrove laugh.

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

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

"What's up with the tattoo?"

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

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

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

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

"Watch it. We can party just as hard as you Calis."

Your pupils grew shaky as you stood there, watching the next set of his actions with a tingling feeling deep down in your stomach.

One hand on his denim-clad knee, defined biceps flexing as he slowly rose up—your eyes rising with him. And as he took a step closer to you—lips twitching further up with a glint in his eyes you couldn't quite discern—you found yourself starting to slowly lose your breath, hands growing just the slightest bit clammy with the sudden blaze of active nerves you were struck with.

"Yeah?"

You gulped. "Yeah."

You felt hyper-aware as a rough, sun-kissed hand slid around your waist—fitting perfectly against the curve of your back, slowly dragging you closer, and sending a flurry of pleasant tingles straight up your spine to meet with the group that started to steadily arise in your chest; a chest that was mere millimetres from the thin, cotton material that covered his own.

Then, he leaned towards your ear, lips grazing the lobe as he whispered—a sultry lull bleeding into his tone—"Why don't you show me just how hard you can party, huh?"

Your breath audibly hitched in your throat but—before you could fret over what he'd say next, how he'd respond to your silly, little fumble—a 'click!' sounded from your side, and you threw yourself straight out of his sturdy arms quicker than a bolt of lightning—just in time, too, for the face of an older woman emerged from within the office not even moments later.

"Ah," the lady nodded, "you must be William."

Your eyes flitted over to him just in time to catch the way his jaw ticked.

"It's Billy, actually." And when he responded, his voice came out cold, different to the playful lilt it held just moments before.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the name struck a nerve.

"Ah, my bad. Would you like to come in and grab your schedule, Billy?"

He didn't respond but did as she asked, brushing past you to walk into the smaller room, only sharing a brief few seconds of eye-contact as he walked past—but those brief few seconds were enough to grant you just a tiny glimpse into the thunderous storm hidden within the pools of his irises—

—and as the door shut behind him, your lips tugged down.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the way his muscles seemed to tense up at the mention of California, freeze in what you could safely assume was caused by his longing to return to the freedom of his home state.

To be forced to depart from your home was nothing new, but you truly felt for Billy and his circumstances. His dad was more than hard on him—he was downright abusive, and Billy was forced to endure it without a single soul in his corner to help him through it, to guide him down the right path and teach him how to break out of the cycle of abuse he was forced into upon being born.

He was only eighteen. A goddamn child. He shouldn't have had to go through what he did.

He should've had the chance to redeem himself.

But that chance was squandered in Season 3, ripped from him akin to how his life was—a grotesque limb of mixed flesh having pierced through his chest, several other messed-up tentacles latched painfully onto his sides, bleeding him dry, draining the life from his eyes.

He didn't deserve to die.

Officially bummed-out by your own trail of thoughts, you heaved out a sigh before your ears perked up at a familiar 'click!' and your head snapped to the door again.

Out came Billy, the smug twitch of his lips back on his face—it was so comfortably situated there, in fact, that if any other person had seen it, they'd have assumed it was there the whole time.

But, despite him looking perfectly fine as he walked out of the old office, you still felt the urge to fly into his arms and wrap him in an embrace filled to the brim with promises; promises to at least provide him some level of support for what he was going through and what he would go through. Though, unlike with Eddie, you couldn't act upon it.

See, Billy and Eddie were two completely different people—where Eddie had brushed off your sudden hug quite easily—happily welcomed it, even—Billy would definitely question it, especially considering the fact that he didn't even know who you were.

And so, although it took all of your willpower, you refrained from throwing yourself onto him—choosing, instead, to stand still as he sauntered over, fingers rising up to brush against your shoulder gently; teasingly.

"See ya 'round, princess."

Instantly, a flurry of tiny, winged creatures erupted in your stomach, sending tingles through your body—up your spine to seize you at your throat, clawing into your windpipe and rendering you motionless in astonishment and awe and—

Was it just you or was it getting hot in here?

"Y/N?" You blinked, attention turning to the dark-haired female suddenly stood before you. "What are you doing here?"

Forcing yourself to forget that... whatever that was, you let a small, sheepish smile curve onto your lips. "Actually, miss, do you mind if I ask for a reprint of my schedule?"

"A reprint?" She rose a brow, arms slowly folding over her chest. "I thought you already had it memorised."

"Oh, uh,"—cue a small, nervous giggle—"you see, it kinda like... slipped my mind, y'know? And I already lost my old one so... can I have that reprint?"

She stood there for a little while longer—letting you really bask in the glory of her heavy judgement—before finally heaving out a sigh through her nose, sounding like she just aged up another ten years as she spun on her heel, full, brown curls bouncing after her.

The ground was smooth, friction practically non-existant as you rocked on your heels, awaiting the piece of paper with bated breath. The ticks of the clock suddenly didn't seem so much like white noise anymore as impatience furrowed your brows and your teeth jutted out, sinking a little into your bottom lip in anticipation.

Then, with a loud, echoing, "Y/N!"—someone had called out to you, but their voice was too high-pitched to be the one you were looking to hear—not to mention the fact that it came from the hall to your right as opposed to the office in front of you.

Your head whipped around just in time to have your whole body jerk a little as a girl skidded to an abrupt stop right next to you, her brown, soft-looking hair bouncing with an almost unnecessary amount of volume.

In her hands were several pieces of bright orange paper, all inked with a few words you couldn't quite make out—not without squinting at least.

"Hey!"

"Uh, hey..."

Who the hell was this again?

"How have you been? You haven't been to practice for a while now, the girls are pretty worried." As she spoke, she tucked a stray strand behind her ear and you squinted—trying to figure out where you'd seen her in the show.

"Oh, uh, I've just been a little sick, that's all."—seriously, who was this girl?—"I'm fine now though."

"That's great to hear!" She beamed, though her smile didn't quite seem to reach her eyes. "Listen, I'm having this party on Halloween and... I wanted you to be the first invite."

She extended one hand—flyer fit snugly between her fingertips—and you reached out, wrapping your fingers around the other end before she released it.

Eyes falling down, you took in the words written in... well, you didn't even know what font that was: TINA'S HALLOWEEN BASH. Come and get Sheet Faced.

Oh, so this was Tina.

"You'll be there, right?"

Your eyes flew back up and you were met with her intense gaze, swirling with a desperate, expectant plea you were almost saddened to see.

"Yeah," you nodded, "I'll be there."

If anyone saw the way her shoulders fell and the muscles on her face relaxed at your words, they would've assumed you took some sort of heavy anvil off her shoulders, freeing her of some sort of imaginary weight that was supposedly weighing her down.

"Thank you," she breathed out, voice practically inaudible over the air leaving her lungs.

Damn, were you that influential?—so much so that your presence would make or break a party?

"No problem?"

If you were being completely honest, you had no idea what to think of Tina—her character wasn't very explored in the show considering the fact that her role was very minor, the only thing she was really used for was the Halloween bash. But just from these few minutes with her alone, you could tell she was someone who heavily valued reputation.

"Okay, well, I should go," her voice pierced through your thoughts. "I'm thinking of inviting the new kid."

You parted your lips—about to say goodbye—when she twirled around and took off running, not even bothering to spare another glance your way.

Rude.

But as your gaze drifted down to the piece of paper in your hands once more, you found yourself uncaring of her rather unorthodox departure—too busy thinking about... something else.

"Y/N, here's your schedule."

Ah, nevermind the bash, you had your schedule now. You could finally know where you were meant to be for each period—albeit, it would take you a while to actually find the places but at least you knew what subjects you were meant to be in during the week. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Speaking of class, you were long overdue for your first period—

—and your teacher seemed to agree on that too, judging by the harsh glare situated on his face as soon as your sheepish form walked through the door. But hey, could he blame you? No, you were just trying to find your way around this stupid maze of a school.

Luckily, getting to your second class was much easier seeing as you passed it on your way to the first—but that didn't make it any less difficult to have to sit through. You were in Stranger Things—for fuck's sake!—what the hell did Newton's Third Law have to do with it?

You weren't ashamed to admit that you didn't pay attention to any of the other classes leading up to lunch—nor were you opposed to confessing the huge sigh of relief you let out once the long break period finally arrived, because—c'mon—who the hell paid attention to class when they just got transported to another world?

Not you.

So yes, you were currently happily strolling through the halls with your arms crossed over your books as you hugged said items to your chest, no sign of Steve in sight—but, you did catch a glimpse of a very familiar Lion's mane by a set of grey lockers in the corner of your eye.

"Eddie!"

Your voice must've come suddenly because he jumped as soon as you called out to him, head turning your way and one hand situating itself above his heart after he saw you. "Oh, Y/N!"

Your lips twitched up at just the sight of him. "What happened to 'sweetheart'?"

"Oh, uh, you want me to call you that? In front of all these people?"

And just like that, your lips tugged down. "Of course, why would that be a problem? Unless you're uncomfortable with it yourself—in which case, you don't have to call me by it."

Immediately, his head shook from side-to-side, messy hair bouncing crazily along with it. "No, no, not at all... sweetheart."

You'd be lying if you said that the nickname didn't garner a reaction from you; didn't result in your chest swirling with a blazing warmth.

Though, it also seemed to result in the jaw of the person stood next to him dropping to the floor; the same person you had just noticed was there in the first place. He had hair that was just as curly as Eddie's, but—unlike the male you knew—his was cut shorter, barely reaching past his ears really.

You knew this guy, he was one of Eddie's friends.

What was his name again? It started with a G. Let's see... Gavin..? No... Gary..? No...

Oh!

"Gareth right?" Relief washed through your insides when his head nodded, eyes wide and seeming to look through you, almost as if he couldn't even believe you were there, "It's so nice to meet another friend of Eddie's!"

"Another?" He seemed to have shot out of his trance at that, and it wasn't long before he gave you an incredulous look, gaze flickering over from you to Eddie, to you to Eddie, over and over again.

Then, all too suddenly, he pulled on the other male's arm and yanked him to the side—not even 3 feet of you—before resuming, "You're friends with the Queen Bee? How the hell did that happen?"

"You think I know?!"

Eddie's response was enough to garner a chuckle from you, causing both boys to quickly return their gazes to your form. Before they could comment on their fuck-up however, another voice came bellowing down the hall, calling out to you.

"Y/N!"

Unlike with Gareth before, you recognised that pretty face paired with those luscious ginger strands of hair straight away. How could you not? You had practically seen a thousand edits of them along with the 'Chrissy Wake Up' song on TikTok. Kinda hard to forget her after the Internet did its magic.

Though, it wasn't exactly unpleasant to be meeting her, and so, you gave her as bright a smile as you could muster. "Chrissy! Hey!"

"Hi!" She beamed right back at you, but unlike Tina, Chrissy's smile genuinely reached her glinting eyes, even going as far as adorably crinkling them up a little. "Tina said you were feeling fine now, do you mind coming to practice today? Only if you're okay! I know you've been sick so take as much rest as you need and don't feel pressured."

How the hell could you say no to that?

"Yeah, okay, sure! I'll come with you to practice."

You weren't sure how it was possible, but she seemed to light up even further at that, almost blinding you like the little ball of sunshine she was.

In fact, she was so distracting, you almost forgot the presence of the two boys dressed in a completely different colour pallet to you. Keyword: almost.

"Looks like that's my cue." You turned their way—if only to save your eyesight from genuinely deteriorating due to the light that was Chrissy. "It was nice meeting you, Gareth. Good to see you again, Eddie."

Just before departing, you ghosted your fingers over the covered shoulder of Eddie, wiggling them about like you had done to Steve just the day prior; a signature goodbye, if you will.

And as you walked down the halls, you picked up on one last thing coming from Gareth's mouth... one last thing that was enough to drill your feet straight into the ground.

"Eddie? Eddie, wake up!"

That phrase...

Flashes of Season 4 infiltrated your gaze; of the unfortunate victims that had their lives stripped from them; of the very girl stood next to you's body flying up, limbs distorting as they snapped irregularly, eyes not even having the pleasure of losing light with how unjustly they were gauged out from her.

Had you messed up somehow?

Had the events of Season 4 ended up being triggered too early by your mere existence?

The questions overwhelmed you—flooded through your senses and clogged up your airways with their untimely arrival. You were a puppet and they were the strings, ushering you to turn around; to rid yourself of the wool pulled over your eyes—of the blissful ignorance surrounding your form—and, helpless to their influence, you did exactly that.

Slowly, your head reared backwards—the room spinning around you—and your eyes were greeted by a welcome sight; one that breathed life back into your limbs.

Eddie stood there—eyes still very much on his face—with a familiar, light blush spread across his cheeks. Even as his form was being rapidly shook by his dear friend, he remained still, gaze trained on you. He only seemed to have snapped out of it after making proper eye-contact with you.

Two blinks. A small, shy raised hand. And a tiny wave.

False alarm. He was just flustered.

It made sense, your previous actions could be interpreted as flirting after all—and to be honest, you didn't really mind if it was (again, the Eddie Munson)—but, you'd be lying if you said he didn't just give you a bit of a scare there.

The sentence that just came out of Gareth's mouth was the very same, infamous sentence uttered by Eddie's lips just before the first death of Season 4—a rather brutal death involving the very ball of sunshine that was just tasked to retrieve you.

Speaking of that ball of sunshine—

"Y/N, you coming?"

You blinked, quickly returning Eddie's wave before whipping your head back around to face the ginger next to you once again.

You had to admit, it was very surreal coming face-to-face with people from the show who were meant to die—it felt kinda like seeing a ghost, and a part of you (just a teensy-weensy, little part) found it... well... unsettling.

But, that was just a small part.

"Yeah. Let's go."

You shook off the residual fear that lingered from that little moment before finally continuing to follow Chrissy down the hall.

The whole walk was full of her detailing you on the failed practices of the cheerleaders in your absence. Apparently, Heather tried and failed to do a cartwheel into a back-flip as part of one of the routines before dramatically throwing her pompoms to the ground and angrily muttering that you could do it instead.

You had no idea who Heather was but you wished you were there to see it.

Oh, and—with you gone—it seemed as though a lot of the girls had taken to slacking off, opting to gaze longingly at the sweaty boys that played basketball just across the Gym instead of actually being productive.

You doubted that would get any better with Billy around now.

"Well, well, well," a high-pitched voice sliced through your thoughts and you blinked, finally noticing that you arrived at the Gym. "Look who finally decided to show up."

You recognised that puffed-up, blonde hair from the first day of your arrival, the stance she took on being an almost-exact replica of the one back in the infirmary.

"Finally done punching the daylights out of some random freak in school?" She scoffed out.

"Sarah," Chrissy hissed from beside you, "don't say that. Y/N's been sick recently."

"Sick of being just as aggressive as her brother?" Sarah rolled her eyes.

Before you could retort with your own defense, however, someone else had piped in—that person being a brunette with rather short, straight hair, "You're talking like you don't wanna fuck him."

Uh—what?

"Jenny!" Your eyes flitted over to the blonde just in time to catch her reddened cheeks.

"What? It's true, isn't it?"

"Whatever, let's just..."

Sarah trailed off there, jaw hanging open as her eyes seemed to land on something not within your immediate eyesight. And when you found yourself following her gaze—you located the subject of her interest, the lack of words suddenly making sense.

Golden curls you had the pleasure of seeing up close just this morning were farther now, having just barely passed through the entrance. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips as the electricity in his eyes zapped through the Gym before finally landing on you, lips edging up into what you could only call a smirk.

It wasn't long before he sauntered over, practically demanding all of the attention in the room with his walk; attention which was happily handed over to him on a sleek, silver plate.

"All this time I've been calling you princess... when you've really been a queen," as he spoke—voice as husky as ever—a teasing lilt laced into his tone, intensifying his gaze and overwhelming you with his suffocating presence. "Why didn't you say anything, dollface?"

Breathe, Y/N, breathe. Stand your ground.

You tried to, you really did—but, the only way you'd be able to keep your composure right now was by closing your eyes and pretending you didn't see him—

—so you did exactly that.

Your lashes fluttered shut and you envisioned a blank sea of darkness before uttering out a response, "Didn't think it was important."

"Yeah?" Now, while you might not have been able to see him, you could still very well hear him, and his voice was nothing short of the perfect mixture between smooth and rough and—

Stop. It.

For your own sake—and for fear of further falling apart—you chose not to say anything and only nodded.

That was a mistake.

Instant regret hit you square in the face when you felt the gentle touch of a few, rough fingers against your chin, tilting your head just enough to rest at an angle before a surge of warm air tickled your lashes.

And as he spoke—lips almost grazing your closed lids—those familiar flying pests made their home in your stomach, "Where'd those pretty eyes of yours go? Didn't seem to stop wanting to use them this morning."

Damn him and his smoothness.

In an effort to continue to save face, you resorted to squeezing your eyes even further shut—paying no mind to the blissful warmth slowly coating your form or the teasing snickers that left the bad boy's mouth; snickers which you could practically feel the vibrations of.

"What's the matter? Have I rendered Miss Queen Bee speechless?"

Your vision was dark but you could still see the smug smirk on his face. Just wait until you gathered yourself, you were gonna make him ten times more flustered than you—just wait.

The light clearing of a throat suddenly served as a reminder that you two weren't the only ones in the room and you found yourself feeling a little... cold when Billy pulled away.

Cold? Ugh, once again, damn him and his smoothness.

Finally deeming it safe to do so, you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light once more before you were finally able to make out the slowly-shrinking figure of Billy Hargrove. But just as he reached the entrance of the Gym once more, he paused, one hand firmly gripping onto the frame as he called out to you over his shoulder.

"Keep your bed nice and warm for me, will ya, dollface?"

Your jaw dropped.

Someone else then said something along the lines of 'oh my god' but—if you were being honest—you were barely able to hear it over the echo of Billy's snickers as he walked away, completely amused by your reaction no doubt.

He was so unequivocally bold, you almost couldn't believe it.

"Uh, guys, I think I'm gonna take a raincheck on practice today." But, it seemed as though the other girls definitely could—judging by how the very girl who said this rushed right after Billy.

"Me too!"

"Yeah, uh, I think I'm feeling a little sick."

"Well, I, for one, am chasing up that boy."

"Not if I get him first!"

And as a majority of them rushed after the handsome male, you found yourself deadpanning.

"Bruh."

You definitely couldn't blame them though, the rest of your day was spent recalling all those scenes with him after all. Even Steve noticed your absent-mindedness in the last period of the day—trying several outlandish things to grab your attention that he only informed you of once the lesson was over.

You didn't even notice him waving his arms wildly in front of your face while the teacher's back was turned.

And even as you walked beside him, Nancy strutting ahead of the two of you after you'd picked her up from class, you still had your head roaming around in the clouds.

"Hey, Y/N?"

You hummed, half-listening, half-not.

Steve then leaned further your way, shoulder brushing your own as he whispered against your ear. "Wish me good luck?"

You blinked up at him, having paid enough attention to scrunch up your nose in confusion and ask, "Good luck for what?"

"The dinner. At Barb's?"

A few more blinks.

And then—

"Ohhhhh."

Nancy turned around at that, and Steve was quick to hush you. He only resumed talking when she faced forward once more—albeit, slower than she turned around.

"What are you doing? Trying to get me in trouble?!" His whisper came out harsh, and you winced a little.

"Alright, alright, gheez."

His attitude seemed to be at an all-time high because he rolled his eyes after that. "I just... don't get why I have to go to this stupid dinner anyway."

"Steve." It was your turn to harshly whisper. "Don't say that. Nancy needs closure, this dinner is exactly that."

You felt for Steve just a tad bit, it wasn't his best friend that died after all (thank god for that) but that didn't mean he got to complain about attending a dinner his girlfriend wanted him to be at because he was there the night of the first attack; of the first murder.

See, Barbara (or Barb) had been Nancy's best friend—the two being practically attached by the hip—so of course the night she died would be one that Nancy deeply regretted, and of course she would want closure with the parents of her best friend. It just made sense.

In fact, the whole reason why she did any of what she did in Season 2 was so that she could inform Barb's parents (who still thought their child was out there somewhere) that their kid was, in fact, dead.

"Y/N, you there?"

Caught in a monologue? Seriously, Y/N? What are you, the main character?

"Yeah, I'm here."

Seeing as you were already outside and stood right by Steve's car—you slotted your hand between the cold of both the handle and the door before pulling it open, leaping straight in, and causing the whole vehicle to jerk in a symphony of loud clangs from sheer force.

"Hey! Careful!" It seemed like your music wasn't appreciated by Steve though.

"Relax. It's not like I broke it or anything—" feeling like messing with him—because duh—a smirk slowly twitched onto your lips, "—besides, it's excited to see me, aren't you, girl?"

Steve let out another hiss when you patted the seat a little too harshly—sounding akin to a pissed off feline which just made him seem less menacing and more adorable.

Ha, you tried, Steve, you tried.

The click of the passenger door drew your eyes over to Nancy's form, watching as her legs entered one at a time before she took a seat and turned your way—"We're dropping you off then heading straight over to Barb's."—then, turning to Steve, "Right, Steve?"

You could already hear the grumbled out 'yes' coming from him and you only sent him a grin seeping with amusement when he met your gaze through the rear-view mirror—your lips stretching further as he mouthed the words 'help me' with anguish in his eyes.

"You two have fun, yeah?"

You said the sentence to piss Steve off even further but when you caught a glimpse of the look on Nance's face, a pang shot straight through your chest.

Her eyes had this far-away look about them as her lips curved up by a very small amount—though there was no joy in it, only grief.

"Hey..." you placed one hand on the shoulder of her seat, using it to pull yourself forward as you furrowed your brows, worry clouding your gaze. "You alright?"

She sniffled a little before waving her hand and nodding in response. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. Let's go."

Your lips tugged down and you shared a look with your best friend before he started the engine, breathing life into the vehicle as you slowly lowered your body back down onto the leather seat.

She wasn't fine; even without knowledge from the show, you could tell. She might not have been crying but her lip was definitely quivering a little and her eyes... well, they just weren't all... present in the moment.

But, she would be fine. And that was enough.

Besides, though it was cold to say, you had bigger things to worry about. Nancy would get help from Jonathan in order to come to terms with Barb's death—meanwhile, you had no one to help you out with all the spare knowledge you stored in your brain; with all the premonitions (if you could call it that) you were blessed with.

Perhaps it was time you started preparing for another bout with the demodogs—you were Steve's best friend, after all; that probably meant you'd most likely end up facing the dogs together with him later on in the Season.

"Y/N."

You perked up at the call of your name, shaking away the thoughts clinging to your brain.

"We're here."

Lo and behold, so it seemed you were, the familiar sidewalk leading up to your house being visible through the clear glass panes beside you.

Clicking open the door, you took one step out before swinging the rest of your body to follow after, and once you closed the door again, you walked over to the passenger-side window—shoes barely making a sound against the ground—before your knees bent down a little and you tapped lightly against the glass.

"Let the Hollands know I wish them the best, okay?" You offered a gentle smile to the girl sat before you, and she tried her best to muster one up in return.

"Okay..."

"See you guys."

And with a brief wave, you quickly spun around and headed towards the relatively-normal house.

You now—thankfully—had keys of your own so there was no need to knock or anything. Well—it was more like you had them all this time but didn't know where they were and just so happened to find them the other day but—details, details.

After fiddling with the keys a little, you heard a 'click!' and pushed against the handle before entering, one hand moving behind you to carefully shut the door.

"I'm home."

Curt's voice was the first to greet you—albeit, not very genuinely. "Congratulations, want a trophy?"

Uh, yes, actually. You would very much like a trophy after coming back home in one piece in the world of Stranger Things.

"We're having pasta tonight!" Luckily, Cain's words were a lot more welcoming than the other brother.

So, as was your right, you ignored your second oldest brother in favour of responding to the first. "Ooh! Pasta?!"

You had to admit, his cooking the other night was rather good—okay, it was magnificent, you just didn't wanna admit it because you stormed off the other day before being able to properly finish it.

But now that you could—

Before you could finish that train of thought, three loud knocks resounded through the room, no doubt coming from the door behind you.

Huh.

Was that Steve? Did he forget to say something?

You lightly wrapped your palm around the handle, turning it slowly before the door was open once more, a sudden, light breeze hitting you square in the face—

—though, the breeze could never be more sudden than who you saw at the door.

It wasn't your swooshy-haired companion to greet you on the other side—no—but rather, an older woman with barely visible bags underneath her drooping eyes; eyes which seemed to have lost all light, almost appearing chillingly lifeless—

—well, that was until they lit up at the sight of you.

"Oh, Y/N! Baby! I've missed you so much!"

And as she threw herself onto your form—arms engulfing you wholly, emotionally—you found yourself blanking out for once, only one thought popping up in your head:

What. The. Fuck.

Did Billy give you guys butterflies or what? 😏 (Srsly tho, I need to know if I'm writing him well—)

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yandere eddie munson hcs

cws: yandere themes, possessive behavior, tattooing, wet dreams, clothes sniffing/stealing, bruising, threats, blood, maladaptive daydreaming, service top eddie

☆ hcs / ♡ spicy hcs / ♂️♀️ gendered hcs / ‼️ dark hcs

☆ So, Eddie is a little more forceful as a yandere--not with you, but with everybody else. A little less patient. A little more eager to talk back to anyone that thinks that you're free game, because you are not. He made that decision the first day he met you, when he realized that such a pure heart with so much kindness inside you not only needed to be protected, but to be his.

☆ Sometimes his feelings about you are just so overwhelming that it genuinely bothers him, he'll lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, and wonder why it hurts so badly that he's not touching you at that exact moment, why even the idea of you spending time with someone else makes him so angry he just wants to break his hand punching something. He needs to use pot to cool that feeling down most of the time, or else there probably would be a lot more holes in his walls.

☆ It's not something he can really tell his friends about either, because how could he explain it in a way that makes sense? He can't even compare it to Aragorn and Arwen, because Aragorn didn't have dreams about keeping his love locked away with him just so nobody would ever hurt her. Eddie knows that this isn't normal. He knows.

☆ But he can't stop it. It's like a disease spreading to every nerve in his brain, filling any and every bit of available space with thoughts of you. Whether you're together or not, it's all the same–except for the fact that if you're not together, he's also filled with worry and anger about the idea of someone moving in on you. Or worse, taking advantage of his precious angelface when he's not there to protect you. Life feels like it's just emptiness if he's not thinking about you, and it grows more and more as he goes longer without having you with him all the time.

☆ Thus, he does all he can to be around you as much as humanly possible. He inducts you into Hellfire if you aren't joined already, invites you to come along wherever he's going even if it's just to get snacks or to the video store, with the promise of buying you something. He writes his campaigns and makes characters with you, he sings for you, and he plays the guitar for you to get feedback on his new songs while also teaching you a little bit here and there. The more he's with you, the less time you have to get approached without someone around to make sure you're okay. And the more you're seen around town with him, the less people will want to fuck with you knowing that the scary metalhead freak is involved with you. He will fully embody that image if it means making you unaccessible to anybody unworthy who desires you.

♡ And the more lewd thoughts are so much worse. He feels an immense sense of guilt when he wakes up in soaked boxers, pouring with sweat, because he knows that the memories of whatever foul wet dream he had about you will start filtering in as he goes about cleaning himself up. Most of them are just so dirty that it's embarrassing, but some of them are dark. The sounds his mind has conjured up of you whimpering for Eddie and reaching out to hold his hand as he stick and pokes his name into your arm….they'll be in his brain somewhere forever.

♡ While he's already a bit of a clothing thief when it comes to you, it's worse when he's like this. Because he not only steals your clothes to smell them and hold them tight to make it feel like he's holding you, but it gets to a point that he can't get off good enough unless he's got your scent around him…and that usually means holding your underwear to his face and sniffing it until he's at his peak, when he finally lowers them so he can jerk himself off to completion and ruin the fabric with a huge, hot load. And while this method doesn't lend itself to reusing said items of clothing very well, he does get that little high and a head rush when he inhales them again and gets a whiff of your scents melding together.

♡ He can just imagine the smell of your hair as he buries his face in your neck, a combination of the shampoo he knows you use with the sweat pouring down your body as he folds you underneath him. The cries and the crack in your voice when you show him how good he's making you feel, when you tell him you don't care if he breaks you as long as he's inside you. The addictive sting of your nails digging into his back that prove he's doing it right, because they drift lower and lower until you're grabbing at his waist to keep him pinned against you. It all feels so real that when he gets jolted back into his actual reality, the frustrated groan that leaves him could shake the walls.

♡♀️ Wearing little skirts around him is his fucking kryptonite. Cheerleader or not, it doesn't matter–it's the fact that he has to watch it swish around your beautiful thighs and his eyes roam all up and down your bare legs, wondering with bated breath whether he's going to get a flash of your panties or if anyone else will too. It's another thing that just pisses him off, because nobody should be looking at you but him. It makes him wish he could just lift you up on to that lunch table, flip your skirt up, and shove his face right into your panty-clad cunt with his tongue outstretched. He'd just die feeling you squirm and squeeze his head between your thighs, your slit leaking as he mouths at it and starts sucking your clit through the cute, pink fabric. You'd leave a dark, wet patch on the seat that he'd have a fucking ball cumming into later, and when he pulls them off you to pocket them he'd have every excuse to lick a stripe up your sweet little pussy and make you grab at his hair, because it just feels too damn good when he does it. And everyone would know you were his because he would strike his claim on you, and you'd smell so much like him that everyone would know you were Eddie's bitch. Or his princess, however you decide to act about it.

☆ And when you are his, nothing in the world can stop the pride swelling in his chest that he has you. His treasure, his perfect angel, his soulmate–you're his everything, and he'll make damn sure that you don't ever figure out that his feelings are way deeper and much darker than you ever could've imagined. Even if he has to resort to bribes or crime or even mortal injury, he will not show you the darkest side of him even if it kills him, because he would rather die than have you look at him like he's a monster, just like everyone else does. The more you praise him and show your love for Eddie, the harder he works to keep his secrets just that: secrets. So do both him and yourself a favour, and don't go digging around in places in his room he told you not to paw through–because you'll find much, much more than you bargained for.

☆ He also will absolutely take the opportunity to show you off when you've made your relationship official. He kisses you in public, with tongue at times if he can feel certain stares on the two of you, and he makes sure to bite you in places that will flaunt your marks even if you try to cover them up. Nothing says "mine" better than a mess of hickies all over your neck and your legs, and if someone gets a little too friendly you'll just feel Eddie's arm sling around your shoulders and his voice get low as he intimidates them into giving you a bit more space.

☆‼️ And if anyone calls you a slut, or a whore, or a freak, they'll be getting some very unwelcome surprises in their lockers, mailboxes, and front porches. Maybe it's some dead bugs, maybe a snake or a rat, or maybe it's some blood spelling out an eerie message and a bleeding pig's heart left in their bed. It won't comfort you, but it'll scare them enough that all it takes is a glare or a sinister smile from Eddie in their direction for them to fuck right back off into whatever hole they crawled out from.

♡ But all you need is a little reassurance, and some tlc that he knows he can provide you, and he's sure you'll bounce right back. Besides, he won't let the opportunity to make his fantasies become reality slip away–he's got a lot of time to make up for, and so many things he wants to do with and to you. He can kiss you and mark you up all he likes, but nothing beats laying you down on his bed and making you completely fall apart with ecstasy. His need to please you becomes as important as breathing, he swears he needs you to orgasm just so he can keep living, and he's all too happy to oblige however you want it. His fingers are yours to suck and grind your hips against, his back is yours to leave scratches down when he's rutting into you so hard the bedframe squeaks, and his body as a whole is yours to cling to and kiss and use to get your high in whatever way is necessary. Eddie is lovesick and desperate for your attention; your commands are his law as far as he's concerned.

☆ Eddie belongs to you in every capacity, he lives to make you comfortable and safe and happy with him and he would never, ever do anything to harm you. Other people are fair game, but you're his precious angel, and he would give you the world on a silver plate if he could. If you don't know how twisted and violent his mind can get, then is it really even a problem? Cause he can make sure it never becomes one….anything to make sure you keep being his, for as long as you both shall live. Anything.

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tht0nesimp · 2 years

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What if reader falls asleep during an escape attempt?

Eddie:

Weirded out but figured that the weed would kick in sometime and just picks you up and brings you back to the trailer, when you wake up higher than the clouds and about to fall asleep again you realized the immense amount of drugs that had just been pumped smoked and taken by you and Eddie was just sitting there mainly sober as an infuser tried to cover the smell of weed

Steve: He picks you up and is still angry but will wake you up at home to punish you for it letting you sleep for a few minutes beforehand

Robin: “what the hell..” just leans over you and picks you back up

Billy: Laughing his off ass while you sat in an alley lightly snoring as the man picked you up still giggling, you’ll never hear the end of it

Dustin: Leans over you and just stares for a few minutes before sighing, it wasn’t even a chase and he would be carrying you home

Mike: You wake back up to being in bed and he just shrugged leaving you to sleep some more, he was confused on how it even happened but it worked for him

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Wait wait wait so the others basically admitted they’re in love with you now with those last two posts as a canon, considering the whole we’re a family thing and here’s why we’re keeping you so like how would them trying to start their relationship with you go down now? Cos like you said I don’t think that would be a smooth transition

Duuude you are so big brained bc this is definitely something I wanna talk about so thank you!! Bc bc exactly right?? They’ve finally basically admitted ‘hey we all love you (to the point Nancy snapped and kidnapped you) and want you to be part of our family forever <3333’ so like, a lot of adjustments for you to make! Based on these two asks.

Yeah they’ve all basically admitted their feelings, but you’ve all been so caught up in... recent events, that there’s not really been any kind of honeymoon glow, or really, any kind of proper love confession at all. Not even really a talk about it.

I’m imagining Eddie makes a move first. It’s the first few days, and you’re at least calmer around him than you are Nancy - and then Steve really tried to hug you the first full day so that didn’t help him - and overall Eddie more calm and understanding the first few days. Especially because he yelled at Nancy in front of you, so you’re hoping Eddie might be your way out of here. Considering he seems less on board with the whole kidnapping you thing.

And you singling him out a little as the one you haven’t screamed at for being alone in the room with you, makes Eddie feel a bit more reassured. He shouldn’t.

At first he tries to kiss you on your forehead, as he sits side by side with you on your bed, but you immediately lean far away from Eddie when he does that. You pull back, explaining with a quiet shock about how that is not it, not right now. But that’s when Eddie tells you “I love you.”

It’s the first time he’s ever told you that. Something Eddie has been waiting to say since he first met you. Something he’s been dying for you to know because it’s the most important thing in his world, you are. Eddie is so in love with you, like he’s never loved anyone before, and he’s finally told you it. You’re the first person he’s ever told that he loves, because he’s been so so afraid of being rejected and called a freak and being unloveable his whole entire life.

And then you grimace. You scowl. And you look sick. You back up even further away on the bed, as you look into Eddie’s doe brown eyes as if he was disgusting, as if he was stupid, how dare he, as you tell him the epitome of ew, no, never. Not now. And after this, not ever.

Eddie finally tells you he loves you for the first time... and that’s how you react.

Eddie leaves your bedroom crying.

Especially after the demobat attack he survived, the other three could never imagine Eddie being in pain and you not being there for him. You didn’t leave his hospital bed ever. But now you’re the cause of it. Eddie is shaking sobbing into his bed, absolutely ruined.

He wails so loudly as he chokes on his cries, his body fiercely trembling, especially as he keeps a vice like grip on his pillow. So hard his nails are getting through it and digging painfully into his own palm. That vulnerability and love in Eddie’s eyes, shattered, replaced by teary darkness. When they’re not scrunched up in torture. Eddie is absolutely heartbroken. Howling out genuinely pained sobs as they all try and comfort him, but nothing is working. They know barely anything would, not without you, but they know they love Eddie too, and will keep trying to help him through this, as hard as they fucking can.

They feel how devastated Eddie is. It’s wrecking them to feel his pain like this. And they know they’d be pretty much the same too, if you’d reacted the same way to their faces.

Steve has to get a vomit bucket ready because Eddie is gagging on his groans and sobs. His arm clutching his stomach, but no one can get him to say if he feels like he’s gonna be sick. Eddie pretty much pleads your name out, rambles terribly about everything that’s happened, or just keeps crying harder and harder.

It’s breaking their fucking hearts.

Robin is on the bed with Eddie, and Steve is swiping his hair back from his forehead, especially because Eddie’s so worked up he’s sweating like a sauna, even as he shakes fervently, while Robin tries to rub his arm, his back, anything that usually works. Nancy also feeding him water, letting him squeeze her hand so he doesn’t break his own knuckles from clenching so tightly, all of them trying to get him through this.

But at one point during all this, Eddie basically throws Nancy out of his room. Upon his sobbing, fuzzy, brain he remembers, through her soothing hand strokes and caring blue eyes, that she’s the reason this is all happening. He tells her to get out with a “This is all your fault!”

And the others stay with Eddie, they don’t go to Nancy. Because not only is he in such need of their care and comfort right now, but he’s also correct. And they know it, they may have partially forgiven Nancy enough to move on, but she’s not out of the water yet, this is still early days. And if it wasn’t for her, you nor Eddie would be suffering; even if she’s upset at being rejected by Eddie so clearly, Eddie’s in way more pain than she could be right now. Again, remembering what it was like being by his side after the demobats... they all really can’t stand seeing Eddie so hurt, including emotionally. Robin and Steve stick together, and that’s by Eddie’s bedside right now.

Nancy does leave, she shuts her mouth, after apologising once again, and she leaves. Closing Eddie’s bedroom door, her eyes apologetic to Steve and Robin, except they’re not looking at her eyes anymore by the time she’s in the doorway. Nancy goes to her room, gets her stuffed childhood toy to muffle her noise, and she cries and cries too, because she knows it is. This is all her fault. She has hurt poor Eddie, and you. She’s hurt her entire family.

Eddie is in pain for days after. Weeks really, the others can see it still affecting him. The first night Steve stayed in his bed and Eddie had cried even throughout sleep.

The whole morning he was a sniffling shell of himself. Eddie completely broken by how his love confession to you had gone. Even during those two weeks Eddie still walks a little slower, keeps his head bent down, doesn’t talk like he normally does. He is wrecked.

But Steve convinces him to get back on the horse the first afternoon after your rejection. He brings Eddie to your room, both of them bringing you a meal, and a couple of new books, talking idly about the bookshelf they’re going to build you in here. You have the same disdain as usual towards all of them, but no special hatred towards Eddie. You look at them the same.

Eddie does feel a little better after he and Steve leave your room. But he’s putting his hand to his chest to find his breath again, before Steve can even finish latching your second lock. Steve was right though, it was good to go back today, and Eddie did feel slightly better. Even if your words, your face, your reaction still lingered in his heart and mind for several days more.

Eddie tried to be better around you, the same soothing rock you needed right now, sensitive to you like always, but he allowed himself to be more melancholy around the others, as he actually felt. He didn’t need to hide from them. You were the one he and his partners all needed to be strong for, at this point in your lives.

Eddie did not appreciate when Nancy tried to get him to eat one time during this period though. Robin was guiding Nancy out of the room before Eddie could go on about how dare she after everything she’s done, again.

Nancy steers clear of Eddie for a couple of days respectfully. All of them, really, because she knows they’re still upset at her putting not just you, but all of them in this situation.

Nancy was upset with herself too, she could handle it. She knows she just has to deal with the cards she’s dealt herself, and she just tries to breathe in, and breathe out, as she thinks of how they’re all working towards building a better future for you, and for all of you as a family, together.

It’s not just Eddie though. They’re all living with the knowledge that at least they’re free of keeping that particular secret from you, that side of them, you know they’re in love with you now.

But they were also quite close with you when you all were just ‘friends’. So surely at least they can try and bring back some of that normalcy, maybe the familiarity again would even help you, right?

Robin tries to give you a side hug one of your first days in, and you nearly bite her arm. Not even in an affectionate way. Steve checks on the teeth scrape mark once Nancy’s locked your door, and he’s got Robin calm enough to sit down in the bathroom with him, but it’s a super minor scrape. As if in the last second you didn’t want your mouth to touch her, and you backed off.

Steve doesn’t exactly say this, but he is talking as he checks out Robin’s bicep, and without really thinking as he goes, and with their platonic soulmate mind meld, Robin immediately also comes to this conclusion. She almost wishes you actually did bite her. Maybe also then, she’d feel just a fraction of her guilt resolve. With you able to take out at least something on her, like truthfully you deserve. Robin’s spending a half hour shaking into Steve’s hug in that bathroom, just not because of her injury.

Steve, poor lost romantic Steve, tries to go in for his first kiss with you. He takes it slow, Steve’s fingers are gentle on your chin as he lifts it, but of fucking course that doesn’t work out either.

He immediately backs off, of course he does, but he does try to stick around and profusely apologise to you afterwards. Even when Eddie’s trying to drag him out so he doesn’t get hit by another book. Steve will take it, all of what you want to throw at him, but he sincerely feels the need to apologise to you for even going towards taking that step when it’s exceedingly obvious now that you clearly didn’t want that.

He’s crying to the other three next, guilt wracking him. Which is why he took leaning in slow, just so you could move away if you want. But he hopes you know he’s safe. That they all are. That part of the reason he wanted to stay and apologise, but also because you deserved one. He really didn’t want to screw things up. You weren’t as terrible with him as you were with Nancy, something Steve tries to skirtingly explain because Nancy’s right there rubbing his knee throughout his sniffling conversation with them, but he just doesn’t want to make things worse with you.

To be fair, none of them could imagine living in a world where these were your reactions to their genuine gestures of love. It was like living in their worst nightmares. But they created this nightmare, and it was something they were forcing you to live in. And unfortunately, they couldn’t wake up and go drive to see you and hang out like normal afterwards anymore. There was no relief. They had created this.

None of them are forcing their touch on you, not at all. They’d probably turn on another if the caught them doing so! But after weeks of you screaming at any one of them trying to just touch you in any way, it is very draining on them.

Not that you exactly care about them being drained. They kidnapped you.

Nancy takes it much slower. She doesn’t try to kiss you first or envelop you in a hug or curl up thigh to thigh or anything with you very quickly. But she is constantly telling you how much she loves you. And that might be worse for you.

She’s declaring “I love you.” Over and over again. It’s done in so many ways, serious and desperate, panicked and repeated, somber and reminding, genuine and heartfelt, craving and lovesick, caring protectively and apologetic, every way. Sometimes multiple times in a go, sometimes only once as she makes a serious remark, but Nancy is constantly telling you those three big words.

To you it’s on par with psychological torture. You know this isn’t why she’s saying it, Nancy’s not trying to break your mind irreparably, she’s just that lovesick. But even her saying it in an apologetic way, not only does it not at all make up for any of it, but it just plain makes things worse. You hate when she says that. And Nancy is the main one who won’t stop telling you.

Don’t even get me started on them always knocking while you’re in your en-suite, to check you’re okay. And are still there/not planning anything.

Even if it’s them worrying you’ve been on the toilet so long do you need some medicine? Or if you’ve fallen asleep in the bath? Do you want dinner now or in half an hour? If you’re injured, trying to get your permission to come in so they can help you with any bathing stuff - not to see you naked, genuinely to help you out, especially if you’re hurt, and also yes because maybe there is some trust and also domestic bliss and care entangled in there.

You thought about breaking the mirror in your bathroom. Actually more than once. But that would only be useful as potentially a distraction, but mostly a weapon, and you’re still unsure if you want to really hurt them, or hurt yourself, just to try and escape. Also, you don’t want loads of things taken away from you, that they might deem potentially dangerous, that will make you feel even more restricted, imprisoned, dehumanised. Because you’re already aware you are struggling.

If they started making lists of what could potentially be a risk that’s in your room, if you ever created a big enough incident, then you’re sure, knowing them really now, that they’d find enough things to remove from your presence. Enough to are you finally slip over the edge. You already got lamps and water glasses/ceramic crockery restricted, you don’t think going without a mirror to see yourself is going to help your mental health here. Nor your fight to get out of this family, this future you have right here...

You actually think about potential lists. The glass in your watch, without telling the time you will definitely go nuts. The wires in your tv, the wood from your bedpost you could carve/bludgeon with, your favourite bedsheets that could make a rope, even the fucking windows. And you know if you’re thinking of those things, the four out there have thought of a dozen times more. You’d rather stay sane, have belongings to make you feel like an actual human being, and fight back once you’ve got a viable plan.

They eventually will start being desperate enough to get you to accept their simplest touches again though. They want to build everything back up with you, because right now your relationship with them is just getting drastically worse and worse.

No more slapping Robin because she caught you when you nearly tripped. No more yanking actual tufts of Eddie’s hair out because he forgot his place and touched yours softly. No more pinning Nancy to the floor and screaming in her face wildly and threateningly so much that she gets democreature flashbacks while under you, just because her fingers brushed yours while passing you the water bottle you dropped. No more chasing Steve with scissors because he accidentally leaned into your thigh too much when sitting next to you - Nancy really should have considered it when she bought you that art set to try and make things up to you and make you feel a bit better.

They want to really start seeing some positive changes within you :). They don’t want you to feel this way anymore, they never have! With what they’ve got, they really are trying to help you out as best they can. Forgoing losing you.

They soon, one by one, will start laying by you when you’re asleep, without waking you up, just to be near you. Cleaning up your face after you cry, even if you try to wriggle out their hold, if nothing else is working why shouldn’t they try showing you how much you mean to them and they care for and love you, helping you take that first step because you’re scared to. Holding your arm to help you when you’re unsteady on your feet, even if they’re the ones getting shoved to the ground by you after that.

They want you to find normalcy in their touch again. So after a few weeks, they really will try reintroducing you to their loving physical touch. Just taking it softly and sweetly and slowly at first.

These are positive steps. They’ll work together so they’re more like a caring and authoritative source and not overbearing or scary. Like finally letting a kid go as they ride their bike or something. They are all helping you, even if you’re worried, but you’ll very quickly learn that you’re okay. You did it, and all went well, you’re not hurt, nothing bad happened, it’s just like before.

The four are trying to show you over and over again that they are safe, that they would never ever want to hurt you. You used to have their touch because they loved you, and you in a way loved them, it is still a nice thing. That would never change, okay? They just don’t want to go without your touch much longer. Not only do you need to get back on the horse, but they’re desperate to just be able to have that with you again, in any way at all.

They need you. But they also don’t want you to go so long without any human touch, it is so so bad for you sweetheart, they know you need them too. They’re gonna take things soooo gently and step by step with you, but not in a clinical way, in a genuine one. They’ll help you through this, it really doesn’t need to be a big hurdle, they know what’s best for you.

And you know, in your heart, and in your trembling body that hasn’t felt touch unless it was briefly scratching at another in a while, that they’re right too. It will help keep you feeling like you’re still somewhat as normal as before. That love, that genuine human connection that really has not changed from them for you, if not been discovered as slightly twisted, is still there, and all four of the people you are closest to are still here, to do everything for you.

You really do need some of that, some of your every day back. You’ve got a deficit of some things, you don’t want a deficit of love, of someone to be your rock for you whenever you can’t right now, of touch that will ground your mind body and soul. The catharsis of someone to cling onto, the fact you’re able to have someone hold you, the touch you used to give and receive constantly that you didn’t realise you could be stripped of, the genuine connection that makes you human. That reminds you more and more of who you are.

Not only that, but that you can still be that same person, the you you aren’t close to forgetting just yet, not just a few weeks in. But that you can give into humanity and love and stay the person you are - not knowing that thinking this, you already could be changing. But you’d rather change, than lose yourself completely. You don’t want to lose love, you don’t want to lose something so basically human as touch, you don’t want to change into someone frightened of it, when you know that your friends don’t want to hurt you. They want the same thing you do, and that’s for you to not lose yourself here.

And they will all hold your hand, every step of the way if you want <3333

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