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CRUEL INTENTIONS - part three: eden
18+ â MINORS DNI
pairing: steddie x innocent/shy!reader
summary: you're a new student at All Saints Catholic Academy and Steve and Eddie have every intention to sink their teeth into you.
contains: enemies to lovers between steddie, blasphemy/religious talk, smoking and alcohol use, blood kink, chasing kink, masked man, depictions of a panic attack, depictions of a threesome, descriptions of heavy guilt, corruption kink, mentions of subtle bullying, mentions of shitty parenting, slut shaming, SMUT - 18+ , oral (m and f receiving), cum play, cheating (not on reader), NON-CON/DUB-CON, and stevie having gay panic <3
word count: 9.9k
WARNING: this fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/ DUB-CON, manipulation, coercion, and corruption. Please fully read the content warnings before proceeding. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, do not read it if you're not comfortable with it!
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Steve has a very strict night routine.
Five days out of the week, Steve has rugby practice until 7. Most boys on the team simply take a quick shower and call it a night, but no, Steve has a step-by-step routine that he follows each nightâ not even Nancy could sway him from the path of his night routine.
Because you see, when Steve was younger, his parents were prissy and precise. Everything was done on time, and every hour had a task. If Steve were to ever stray from that schedule, heâd be made to feel like a failure. Itâs ingrained in him, woven into his DNA, this life of doing things by order.Â
So itâs a little shocking (and concerning) that Steve immediately threw his nightly ritual out the window the second Eddie told him about tonight.
And it seems as if this will be a reoccurring theme with youâ Steve altering his life just to get a glimpse of you. Because ever since you came along, itâs like Steveâs entire world has been flipped and lit on fire. He canât stop thinking about you. Canât stop wanting you. Has to hold your name on his tongue when heâs balls-deep in Nancy because, fuck, youâre the only thing he wants right now. He feels bad, but not enough to stop.
âYouâre not fucking her yet, but she has to at least get used to you being around.â
Which is true, Steve supposed. Eddie is many things, but a liar is not one of them. If Steve hopes to ever swing his dick near the pot of gold between your legs, then he has to at least work a little bit for it. This way, he doesnât have to worry about you running off and telling someone about it.
Trust. Though a distorted version from your point of view, it is still an essential part of this plan.
Steve doesnât know much about said plan, which is kind of his fault. Because when Eddie approached Steve after a particularly rough day at practice, Steve kind of told Eddie to fuck off, so Eddie just left him with a quick, âIf you ever plan on fucking her, then I suggest you haul your ass to my room tonight, asshole.â So, Steve had no choice but to follow through on that.
Because Steve will never get through to you without Eddie. Because Eddie is the catalyst. Eddie is the bridge that Steve needs to reach youâ which is annoying because now when Eddieâs got his fist wrapped around his cock, and heâs thinking about you and how pretty you looked with his cum coating your lips, how good you taste, and how pretty you soundedâ those familiar brown eyes slip into frame and suddenly Eddie is right there along with youâ lingering. Like a phantom.
Steve canât stand it.
But he needs you. He needs you almost more than he needs air. Because Steve usually gets whatever he wants in the blink of an eye, but youâŚ
Youâre forbidden fruit.
And sitting next to you, so close to you, with you squirming and avoiding the screen that displays some cheap pornoâ Steve thinks he might explode.
You turn to Eddie, shy and scared, digging your fingers into his shirt and tugging. âEddie, I donâtââ âShh, bunny. Weâre watching a movie. Didnât I already tell you not to talk?â
You frown, big, wide eyes soft and wet with tears. You donât like this; that much is obvious. And Eddieâs struggling to keep a grin off his face like a cocky bastard.
There are soft moans spilling from Eddieâs TV. Two guys, one girl, and oddly enough, the girl looks like you. Steve thinks Eddie did that on purpose, and he can admit it was clever, even if you might be slightly too dumb to notice.
They have the girl on a cheap leather couch, splayed out on her back, with one guy stuffing his face between her legs and the other guy thrusting his cock deep into her throat, wrapping a hand around the bulge in her neck.Â
You press your legs together, shifting in your spot again, and Steve catches Eddieâs eye. Eddie subtlety nods towards your lap, giving Steve the green light (not that he fucking needed one), and Steve scoots closer to you.
Steve places a firm hand high up on your thigh, fingers spread deep into the insides of your thighs as he lowly says, âSit still, sweet girl.â
You frown, caught between two walls with nowhere to go. Nowhere to runâ scared little thing, you are.
Steve smooths his hand over your thigh, gently squeezing and molding your skin to his touch, soft and firm yet not enough to bring you painâ Steve doesnât think he could ever hurt such a sweet thing like you.
The porno is in full swing now, the two men fucking the lady like itâs the last thing theyâll do, and you have big, full tears running down your face as Steve pinches your skin to open you back up. He slinks his hand higher, the lip of your skirt kissing against his wrist, making way for him. His pinky dusts across the hem of your panties, wet as he had expectedâ all of you wants him, even when you act like it doesnât.
You gasp and tremble between the boys; your eyes squeezed shut with tears rolling down your cheeks thick as riversâ you look like a small bunny cornered by prey. Precisely what you are.
Eddie coos, shifts so heâs facing you more comfortably. He gently holds your face and coaxes you into opening your eyes. âYou like it when Stevie touches you, donât you?â He says.
You open your mouth to respond, but Eddie quickly butts in, âAh ahâŚâ He raises a finger to his lips, reminding you that he doesnât want a single word falling from your lips. And you listen so wellâ without a single protestâ Eddieâs done well on you thus far, but Steve likes to believe you have an obedient nature either way.Â
Sentenced to silence, you shake your head no, and Eddie laughs. Soft and deep, brown eyes swimming with hunger and patience, âNo?â He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. âYou think I donât know about you cumming on his tongue?â
You tense at that, body rigid beneath their touch as you turn to gaze at Steve with wide eyes, eyes swimming in guilt and the realization that Steve had lied to you. Your frown deepens then, more tears coming and Steve is now the one cooing. âOf course, I told Eddie, bunny. You knew that, though, didnât you?â He teases.
You let out a muffled sob, squeezing your eyes shut again as tears fall. âYou knew Eddie didnât say you could open your legs for me, and I would have to tell him about your behavior.â He chastises. âSo gullible, gonna get yourself in trouble being so stupid, sweet girl.â He gently coos. Your chest stutters with uneven breaths, and Steveâs cock throbs in his sweats.
With you being so unstable, Steve is able to slip his fingers past your panties without a fight. He slips his fingers through your wet folds, warm and sticky, leaning forward to press a kiss under your jaw as you twitch and squirm beneath his touch.
âLook at you,â Eddie prowls, âShaking for his touch. Again. Did I ever say he could touch you?âÂ
You huff, eyebrows pinched in frustration as you shake your head. âThen why do you want it?â Eddie asks. Steve sinks a finger into your warm cunt, wetness spilling around his knuckles as your thighs tremble. âIââ Eddie clicks his tongue, reminding you of his rule of no talking.
Steve crooks his finger up, searching for that gummy spot of yours, leaning forward to press a kiss to your neck as you struggle against him. âGod, if I knew you were such a slut I wouldnât have wasted this much time on you,â Eddie says.
You break your rules then, voice pleading and sad as you claw at Eddieâs shirt, âIâm not! Iâm not, I swear. I didnât know!â You sob. Steve watches in awe at the way you crumble for Eddie. Youâre so desperate to please him, to be kept under his arm of security, unbeknownst to you that heâs the one you should be running from.
Steve is jealous⌠but he wants to learn.
âOh, you didnât know?â Eddie widens his eyes. You shake your head, hips twitching when Steve begins dragging lazy circles over your clit. âH-he told me you said it was okay.â You frown. âWho did? Stevie?â Eddie asks. You nod, and Eddieâs gaze flickers to Steve, a ghost of a grin dancing in his eyes.
âI donât remember saying that, sweetheart.â Steve lies.Â
âStevie never said that. So, either youâre lying, or Steve is lying. Are you calling Steve a liar, bunny?â
You look frazzled, seconds away from bursting into an uncontrollable fit of tears as Steve continues playing with you. And the truth is Steve is a liar. He lied to you when he said Eddie gave him the green light to get between your thighs. But you know better than to ever point fingersâ again, a product of Eddieâs skilled teachings.
You shake your head no with a frown, and Eddie hums. âWell, did you like it? When Steve licked your slutty little cunt?â Eddie asks.
Youâre visibly panicked, wide eyes darting to Steve, knowing he will tell the truth if you lie. There is no way out but through for you, and you know it. You shamefully nod, and Eddie hums again. He pets a gentle hand over your hair, letting you nuzzle into him when you begin to tremble with pleasure. âWould you like him to do it again, bunny?â
And if youâre smart enough, youâll understand that even if you say no, Eddie will somehow coax you into splitting your thighs open for Steve again. You contemplate longer than Steve would appreciate, but the second he pulls his fingers from you and dips them into his mouth, your eyes flash with this little look that Steve has never seen from you.
Lust.
Steve sucks the juices off his fingers lewdly and greedily, never pulling his gaze from you. You watch, wide-eyed with trembling limbs and a pouty lip, Steve wanting nothing more than to kiss them until theyâre sore.
Apprehensive yet interested, you nod your head shyly, and if the two boys hadnât been watching you like a hawk, they probably wouldnât have even caught it.
Eddie slinks his fingers through your hair, knuckles gently curling at the root as he drags you closer, kissing you filthy and raw. You whine, thighs closing around Steveâs wrist when he finds his hand back on your warm skin. Itâs low against your lips, but Steve hears Eddie tell you, âCome here.â And you follow like an eager puppy wanting to please their owner.
Steve can taste you on his tongue, an overwhelming feeling to taste more as he watches Eddie move you around like youâre a lifeless doll. He places you with your back to his chest, your thighs pressed against Eddieâs knees as he gently tips your head back to kiss you again. Steve stands, shrugging off his jacket and letting it drop off somewhere he could care less about because Eddie is splitting your legs apart, presenting you nice and pretty for Steve.
Eddieâs whispering things in your ear, things Steve canât hear over the low sound of sex from the TV, but he sees you squirm and pout, and he can only imagine heâs saying something about how dirty you are. How cute you are, all slick and ready for someone to put their hands on your greedy cunt.Â
Eddieâs eyes flicker up to Steveâs as his hands trail down your sides, thick and decorated fingers pushing your skirt up and petting over your clothed cunt before hooking his fingers in the of the material and pulling it to the side.Â
Steveâs hunger grows like an angry beast. Purrs deep in his chest, and puffs out so big it nearly breaks his ribs. He wants to take you right here and now. Press your thighs out as far as theyâll go, lick into your mouth and shove his cock deep into your cunt. Itâll hurt, probably be a fight to fit every girthy inches of him in, but heâll make it work. Youâre a fighter, anyway. Strong, even if you donât know it.
âWell, donât make her wait, Stevie. Look at her, sheâs dripping.â Eddie purrs, fingers sliding through your wet folds, parting his fingers into a âVâ to show off your throbbing heat.Â
Steve dips his knee onto the bed, leaning forward to rest on his stomach between your thighs. He takes you in, just as he did that day in the locker room, eyes casting over every piece of your pretty cunt and saving it to remember when heâs got his hand wrapped around his cock. Steve can smell you, drawing him in closer as you throb and a drop of slick slips from you. He groans, fingers gripping the back of your thighs, squeezing and molding you to his touch.Â
âYou want my tongue, princess?â He purrs. You whimper, shying beneath his gaze when he looks up at you from between your thighs. Steve blows cool air against you just to see you throb and squirm. You huff, lips pouting as you turn your head to look back at Eddie. Steve reaches forward, fingers gripping your chin to pull your face back down to look at him, âDonât look at him, look at me.â
He runs a thumb over your lip, wet spit catching the pad of his finger. âIs he the one about to eat your greedy pussy?â Steve teases. You whine, shaking your head no. âAnswer my question.â
Your hips squirm, halting when Steveâs fingers dig into your skin. Your answer comes shaky and shy, âYes, please.â
âGood girl. Using your words,â Steve dips his thumb into your mouth, dragging it over your tongue, letting you get it nice and wet before he pulls away, pressing it to your clit. Your legs tremble, panting when he runs circles around the tight bud. Steve purses his lips, spit drooling from his lips to drip down onto your pussy before he leans forward and places his mouth over your pussy, hungrily lapping and sucking.Â
âO-oh! Steve, Iââ âShh, shh. I want you to watch them.â Eddie speaks up, leaning forward to speak into your ear, directing your gaze to the TV. âLook at them. See how theyâre using her? See how deep theyâre fucking her, bunny?â He asks. You nod, Steveâs gaze fluttering as he devours you, fucking his tongue in and out of your warm hole.Â
âYou want us to do that to you?â Eddie asks, voice low and husky. It makes Steveâs cock throb in his pants. He thinks he hates it, but his mind is fuzzy enough with lust to ignore it. Steve grunts, nuzzling his face deeper into you, and your eyes widen at the words Eddie is saying. âIââ you huff, âI donât knowâ sâso bad. Itâs not right.â You slur under a whine.Â
Eddie hums with a low chuckle, âThen how will you repay us for making you feel so good, hm?â His hands slip up your shirt, kneading at your chest and cracking a smile when you arch into his touch. Steveâs hips roll into the mattress, eyes rolling back into his skull at the pressure.Â
âC-canât, Teddyââ âBut you want to. You want to be fucked, donât you?â He purrs. You tilt your hips into Steveâs mouth, your body begging for more as you shudder between the two boys. You whimper, and Steveâs eyes are fluttering open, locking onto the view in front of him, your pussy fluttering against his tongue. You frown, your fists balled against the sheets as Eddie holds your chin, directing your gaze onto the TV. âSee how much sheâs enjoying it?â Eddie purrs into your ear. âSee how thankful she is to be getting fucked well?â
You grimace at his words, your body melting into their hold with each passing secondâ Steve can practically see your brain melting out of your ears. You make the prettiest noises, and you move like you donât know if you want more or less, but Steve doesnât give you a choice as he tugs you impossibly closer, taking you for all you are. Eddie kisses your neck, wet and sloppily, and you whine like you hate it, but Steve can feel you pulsing around his tongue.Â
âYou should be thankful too, princess.â Eddie drawls into your ear, his hands still working beneath your shirt. Steve canât help it when he reaches up and yanks at the buttoned half of your shirt, groaning into your cunt when you gasp and squirm. The sight of your tits spilling into Eddieâs palms drives Steveâs hips into the bed once more, desperate for some sort of pressure.Â
Steve pulls away with a gasp, sinking a finger into your cunt as he looks up at you, his swollen lips parted and wet with your slick. âGo ahead then, doll,â Steve nods at you, âThank us.â
Your chest rattles with a sob, and Eddie grins as Steve coos, âSay it, princess. Thank us for taking care of your slutty holes.â He demands. You cry out then, legs trembling when Steve brushes against that perfect spot, teasing it to keep you away from that release that you crave.
âT-thank you,â you breathe, eyes squeezed shut, your body tensed as you wriggle between them. Eddie growls, gripping your face, gritting into your ear as he speaks, âFor what? What are you thanking us for?â
You gasp as Eddieâs teeth drag along your jaw, your eyes fluttering open to hazily look at Steve between your thighs, moaning when he slips in another finger. Your voice is heavy in shame, but youâre too fucked to refuse it as you say, âT-thank you⌠for taking care of my s-slutty holes.â
Eddie smiles, âGood girl. Let her cum, Stevie, sheâs been so good.â
Steveâs mouth is back on you in record time, lapping and sucking and pulling you closer and closer to the edge until youâre crying out a sob so loud that Eddie has to slap a hand over your mouth. Your hips rise off the bed, and Steve pins them back down, groaning into you as he keeps licking you, your thighs closing around his head. And Steve loves it; he loves the feeling of your cute little thigh-high socks scratching up against his ears and your warm, wet skin on his tongue. Steve thinks he could die here, really.
Eddieâs cooing in your ear, telling you how well you did, how much of a good girl you are, and his gaze snaps down to Steveâs when he pulls away from you with a gasp, wiping his mouth and liking his lips like a lion thatâs just demolished its prey. Steve sort of feels like one, honestly.
Eddie grins up at Steve, his eyes falling to the evident tent in Steveâs pants when he rises to his feet. Youâre barely cohesive when Eddie lightly slaps your cheek a few times, âWake up, bunny, weâre not done with your holes yet.â
Your eyes are blurred with pleasure when you blink them open, and Steve presses a palm to his crotch. You blearily blink at him, and he nods, âCome here.â
And like an obedient dog, you peel away from Eddieâs arms, your clothes disheveled and twisted as you crawl over to Steve. He reaches out, his hand slinking into your hair to drag you up until he can smash his lips onto yours, a hungry growl rumbling from his chest. Steve knows he should be more gentle with you, youâre such a fragile little thing, but the feeling of power that surges through him when he tightens his grip on your hair and leads you off the bed is damn near like a drug. He wants it in his veins all the time.Â
You stumble off the bed, your socked feet knocking against Steveâsâ itâs so fucking cute, Steve nearly coos. âOn your knees. Get on your knees.â He orders. And again, like you were programmed for this, you fall to your knees, your hazy eyes slowly blinking as Steve sits at the edge of the bed and tugs his pants down. You watch as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking a few times, his hand still stuck in your hair.
Steveâs voice is kinder than his touch when he asks, âYou remember what to do, princess?â Nodding with you when you respond, âGood girl, go on. Show me how thankful you are for me.â He says, and you shuffle forward to take him in greedily and sloppy, Steveâs eyes nearly rolling.
You suck him just as you did the first time, though itâs a little bit better than before; Steve supposes you and Eddie have been practicing more than enough. Even though youâre tired from your orgasm and your actions are less calculated, Steve finds himself enjoying it as if you were a pro.
Steveâs groans and mumbles of praise get closer and more slurred, and he supposes it was easy to tell how close he was because Eddie, a presence he had tried (and failed miserably) to ignore, steps into view right behind you, looking down proudly at his perfect project.
Eddieâs gaze holds a devious glare when he locks eyes with Steve as he sinks to squat next to you. He coasts a hand up your back, his fingers firm but gentle when they grip the back of your neck, his gaze finally leaving Steve to watch as your mouth greedily takes Steveâs cock in and out. And Steve is so close, and his body is so hot that he almost misses what Eddie says to you when he leans inâ but Steve hears it loud and clear, âDonât swallow. I want you to keep his cum in your mouth and show me, do you understand?â
And god, you fucking whimper and nod as best as you can, and Steve is a goner. And Steve usually cums a lot, sure. Nancy hates it, says itâs an inconvenience, but god, you take it like itâs nothing but a gift. You sit there, tear-streaked face, droopy eyes, and an open shirt as Steve cums in heavy spurts, coating every inch of your mouth as he curses. Itâs so much that some of it spills out the side of your mouth, and the little bit that dribbles from his cock when you pull away lands on your chin, and Steve canât help but tap his sticky tip against it.
Steve watches, blissed out and panting, as Eddie turns your face towards him. âLet me see, open your mouth.â He says, grinning when your lips part to show the thick mess in your mouth. âGood bunny.â He lowly hums.
And then, in the blink of an eye, Eddie leans forward, drags his tongue along the spilled cum of your face to lap it up before pressing his lips onto yours. Steve hadnât seen it coming. Not at all.
He didnât expect that he would be watching Eddie Munson eat his cum off your face tonight. He can see his tongue dipping into your mouth, lewd noises emptying into the air as he pulls Steveâs cum from your mouth and into his own. Yeah, Steve really didnât expect that. And he doesnât expect to feel his cock twitch at the sight of it either.
Itâs disgusting, is what it is. Disgusting and downright debauchery, but Steve canât look away, not even when Eddie pulls away and turns to lick his lips while gazing at Steve, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips.
Eddie brings his thumb to wipe at the drop of cum that had been on the corner of his mouth before sucking it into his mouthâ and Steve nearly cums again, and his cock throbs, and Eddieâs gaze flutters to see the way Steveâs dumb dick has filled with blood yet again. A small smirk rises on Eddieâs lips, and Steve can feel the heat rising in his cheeksâ which is surprising, honestly, considering most of his blood is flooding downstairs. Eddieâs gaze flickers back to Steveâs wide eyes, and he finally saysâ âNot bad, Harrington.â
Steve nearly passes out.
What the fuck?
âHalloween is of pagan originâ therefore, we, as children of god, do not participate in any form of celebration on this day.âÂ
The week of Halloween has always brought an eerie feeling to you. Gorey movies and costumes of demons and distorted facesâ itâs scary. Aside from the candy, you never understood why people loved the holiday so much. Your friends never understood your reasoning or why your parents would never in a million years agree to let you go trick or treating, but their judgment never bothered you enough to change your opinion.
The priest looks at the students, an unwavering expression of sincerity plastered on his face as he says, âBe wise with how you spend your time this weekend. There will be consequences for any of you who choose to participate in any activities pertaining to Halloween; am I understood?â
The room mumbles in agreement, as does yourself, and the priest nods before carrying on to close mass. Beside you, Nancy sits with her bible and journal in her lap; eyes cast forward on the priest. Sheâs been glancing over at Steve all night, watching him during prayer and nearly half of the serviceâ you know this because you had been watching him right along with her, though your reasoning is not the same as hers.
Steve Harrington, star rugby player with his pretty brown eyes and honey-thick locks, was anything but kind when he pulled you aside before mass. He was greedy, possessive with his hold and grabby when he hiked your skirt up, pressed your face against the janitor's closet door, forced your thighs together, and rutted into them like a dog in heat. He had a rough practice, so he said.Â
He apologized for being rough, said he didnât mean it when he squeezed just a little too hard around your throat, and you all but sniffled and nodded and told him it was okay even though you were scared and your thighs now sting with friction burn.Â
He had a tough day, and the least you could do was not make him feel bad about it. That being said, it doesnât stop the stir of guilt that sat in your chest throughout mass.Â
Itâs hard not to feel guilty when your roommate's boyfriend's spend is sitting between your thighs, warm and squishy and tucked safely against your folds. Itâs sickening, and it nearly makes you dizzy with shame. But Steve said it was okay, that friends do this thing, and Nancy understands; she would just rather not discuss it.
You could barely focus during mass, too busy trying to grasp what you and Steve had just done and trying desperately not to show it on your face. Despite your efforts, you canât help but feel as if Nancy can see straight through you, and thatâs why she's been watching him all night.
As soon as youâre dismissed, you begin working up the nerve to ask her, the words rolling around in your mind as you rise from your seat, but the second you turn to Nancy, sheâs turning to go after Steve and youâre being tugged back by a firm hand.
âWhere are you running off to, bunny? Donât we have plans?â
You gaze up at Eddie, glancing over to watch as Nancy slinks out of the pew, and you nod, âYes, but Iââ âThen letâs go. Iâve got a surprise for you.â
Eddie all but drags you out of the chapel, tugging you along and slipping past the dark courtyard to get to the back of the dormitory. Nobody ever supervises the back of the dormitories. Eddie told you to always come through this route; that way, you can get into his room without a hassle.Â
The path is dark, nothing but the moon and Eddieâs firm hand to guide you, and you try to focus on anything else but the snap of twigs beneath your feet and the burn between your thighs. However, the only thing that comes up in your mind is Nancy.Â
âUm, Eddie,â you speak up.Â
âWhatâs up, bunny?â
âI think⌠I think I may have upset NancyâŚâ You frown.
Eddie slowly pauses, turning to look at you, lips pressed in a firm line as his eyebrows furrow. âDid you say something to her?â He asks.
Heâs towering over you, the darkness swallowing you both, exaggerating his stance. You feel like youâre drowning beneath him, sinking into the mud beneath your feet as you hastily shake your head no.
Eddie is so hard to read in this dim lighting, though heâs never been all that easy to read anyway. You can still hear a slight tone of relief when he says, âGood.â
Eddie turns and pursues the path, leaving you with panic and a racing heart. You didnât say anything to Nancyâ you made sure of it after Steve specifically sat you down and said you could never bring it up. But then, why could she not look at you all through mass? Why does it seem⌠tense between her and Steve? Are you to blame? Did you do something that may have upset her?Â
How do you even ask without revealing the open truth?
The questions swirl in your head like a storm, grey and murky as they slink down your throat and spill into your chest, spreading and laying out with a weight that makes you feel as if the world has just crashed on you.Â
You donât realize youâve made it to Eddieâs room until a plastic bag is shoved in your hands. You gaze at it briefly, shiny material crinkling between your fingers as you blink and glance toward Eddie.
Eddie nods, âPut it on.â
You step over to Eddieâs bed, put the bag on the mattress, and open it up to pull out the items inside. Itâs an outfit, three items to complete a set of what looks to be a bunny costume if the bunny ears are any indication. The only problem, though is the dress, the main piece of the outfit, is incredibly short.
âI canât wear this.â
You hadnât noticed, but Eddie was busy getting dressed on the other side of the room. You look over at him, taking in his all-black attire and heavily swallowing when he glances at your laid-out costume.Â
âWhy not?â He asks.Â
You glance at the dress before looking back at him, gesturing down at it as if itâs obvious, âBecause itâs revealing!â You exclaim.Â
Eddie rolls his eyes and resumes putting on the rest of his clothes, a long black robe-looking thing, âNo, itâs not.â He responds.Â
Your eyes widen as you look at the short dress, âEddie, I-Iâm not sure this will even cover my entire backside.â You shake your head. And when you lift it and turn it around, you realize that it definitely wonâtâ at least not comfortably.
âYouâll be fine. Other girls will probably be wearing something worse.â He dismisses.Â
Your teeth gnaw into the soft tissue of your lip as you put the dress back on the bed, eyeing it with worry and dread. Itâs⌠gross. Degrading and immodest in every sense of the word, yet Eddie, your friend, is asking you to wear it. You glance over at him, your world spinning again as you realize what this entire plan is: the costume and the urgency to leave all make sense.
You drag in a shaky breath, slinking your arms around your body as you take a step back, âI think,â you clear your throat before speaking louder to get your point across, âI think Iâm gonna head to my room⌠Maybe study a bit and go to bedâŚâ You softly say.
You step toward the door, not even glancing Eddieâs way because you know if you do, youâll be stuck trying to please him. But Eddie moves quicker than you can, his hand pressing against the wooden door to stop you from opening it.Â
âThe dress is fine, doll.â
Your gaze dances up his frame, miles of black leading to his dark brown eyes. You want to be strong, put your foot down, and tell him no, but your tongue is tied. As it always is when it comes to Eddie.
You softly say his name, and he tilts his head, an ice-cold glare stuck on your eyes, daring you to say something more. Gravity pulls on your lips and your eyes, water threatening to spill down your cheeks when Eddie lowly and steadily says, âGo put on the outfit.â
You want to cry.
You want to wail and kick and scream until Eddie has no choice but to let you run to your room and stay there until Monday morning. You donât want to be here. You donât want to wear this costume youâve been forced into, and you donât understand why Eddie, who is supposed to be your friend, is being anything but friendly tonight.Â
He doesnât care that you didnât want to wear the outfit. He doesnât care that itâs revealing, that you feel uncomfortable, or that itâs hardly forty degrees outside and youâre shivering. He doesnât care that you have to keep tugging the tiny dress down your thighs or that youâre practically stumbling over your feet with the heels he forced you to wear. And he doesnât care to ask why your mascara is running when he looks over at you and wipes it away; he simply tells you that you look pretty, âLike a doll.â
You feel disoriented. Far from yourself and disgusted, and you canât help the aching feeling in your chest when you think about how saddened your parents would be to see you like this. Half dressed in the middle of a Halloween party. Theyâd disown you, youâre sure of it.
Eddieâs hold is tight on you the whole night, whether on your hand, your waist, or his heavy hand resting on the back of your neck. He always has a hand on you. Oddly enough, Eddieâs touch seems to ground you despite how displaced you feel. Itâs comforting to have something familiar while you struggle to grasp your morality.Â
What are you doing here? How did you get here? Do you like this? Do you enjoy Eddieâs company enough to brave through this?Â
You think you do.
The music is loud, and itâs packed with dancing bodies from wall to wall. You have to repeatedly tip the bunny ears on your head back into place from where they keep slipping, and you debate ripping it off every time. You can feel the bass of the music in your chest, the scent of liquor and smoke filling your lungs as neon lights dance across your eyes.Â
Eddie has softened through the night. Youâre not sure what had him wound up before, but he is back to doting on you, occasionally turning to you and brushing the skin under your eyes as his gaze softens and he asks if youâre okay. And youâre not. Youâre cold and uncomfortable, and you want to go home, but Eddieâs touch is kind, so you find yourself nodding each time. And then he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, cool lips brushing against your skin, and returns to whatever heâs been doing all night. Stepping off into corners and sliding these bags to people in exchange for something you canât quite see in the dim lighting of the house, but when you asked him, he told you not to worry about it.Â
Thereâs a cup in your hands, a drink that Eddie gave you, which you have been slowly sipping for the better part of an hour. Itâs sweet, almost too sweet, but thereâs a bitter aftertaste that somehow balances it out enough for you to keep sipping on it.Â
Eventually, you find yourself squirming with the need to pee, turning to Eddie and leaning up to reach his ear and tell him. He squeezes your hip, âIâll be here, doll.â And you had hoped that Eddie would tag along with you for your safety and comfort, but he only turns back to the secretive conversation heâd been having.
You find yourself wandering up the stairs, eyes dancing around searching for a restroom. Itâs just your luck that the first door you open happens to be one, empty and surprisingly clean for the chaos unfolding throughout the party.Â
You try to be quick about it, eager to find your spot back next to Eddie, where you feel something along the lines of tolerable. You donât miss the reflection of yourself in the mirror as you wash your hands, smudged mascara, taunting bunny ears, whorish clothing. You frown, tears pressing against your waterline as you gaze at yourself.Â
Wrong. Open, unrecognizable, and wrong.Â
Your shaky fingers grab at the bunny ears on your head, ripping them away and tossing them in the direction of the trash can, clattering to the floor in empty noise.Â
After having a moment to breathe by yourself, you think youâll ask Eddie to leave now, the pending urge to leave only growing stronger by the second.
You flip the bathroom light off and open the door, stepping out without looking, only to slam into a body. Apologies roll off your tongue as you stumble back, nearly falling from your stupid heels. Through your tears, you look up at the person, dressed in black and tall, face covered with a mask of black, distorted eyes, and a wide black mouth.Â
You blink, stepping back as you mutter another apology, but they say nothing as they gaze down at you. Your heart races, fear seeping through you and staining like berries as you whip around and walk awayâ Eddie. Just get back to Eddie.
Unstable on stilts, you make your way back down the stairs and into the lion's den, crowded with drunk people dancing and talking, unmindful of where they go. And this house is bigâ too big. Big enough that when you glance around and realize you donât know where youâre going, you start to feel even more panicked.Â
Every corner is different yet the same:: dark lighting, flashing lights, and the music is too loud. You donât know anybody here, and you donât know your way back to Eddie. A glance over your shoulder and the panic amps to the nines as you realize the masked man is just a few feet away from you.
Is he following you? Why is he following you?
Fear runs through you like a freight train. Your feet carry you faster, weaving through people as your weary gaze jumps from corner to corner. Masked figures, blood, and distorted faces meet you at every turn. You never liked Halloween; you think you hate it now.
Eddie is nowhere to be seen, and youâre scared. Every place you turn is empty of your relief, and every glance back is full of fear. And you donât feel good. You feel sick. Detached from your hands and feet yet so stuck in the walls of your skinâ where is Eddie?
Tears are streaming down your face, but you hardly feel them as you pace towards the sight of a door. You donât look back anymore, too afraid to see the gaping face of a void staring back at you, waiting to eat you aliveâ the hungry wolf and the weak lambâ just as Eddie had said.
The clearing of the front door is near, and your legs hardly feel real. You shouldâve never come here. You shouldâve never put on this outfit. You shouldâve never gone out on your own and lost Eddie. You are wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, and youâre scared.
And just as you come within a few feet of the door, a hand grabs your arm, and you jolt, pushing away until that familiar voice rings in your earâ âHey, itâs me. Itâs just me, where are youââÂ
You throw yourself into Eddieâs arms, tears falling in droves as you sob into his chest. Eddieâs embrace is like a nestâ a warm, carefully crafted, and woven nest made to hold you and keep you safe. You shouldâve never left his side.
His hand gently holds your head, soft coos seeping into your ear as he asks, âWhatâs wrong, bunny? What happened?â
You cry, body trembling in his hold as you try to piece your words together, âI-I couldnât find you and somebodyâ that guy w-was following me,â you cry.
Eddieâs eyebrows furrow in confusion, âWhat guy?â
Your words come out in choked sobs, a shaky finger lifting past Eddieâs shoulder, âT-the guy in the mask!â You stress.Â
Eddie turns, looking in the direction of your finger, confusion and something else etched across his face when he turns to you, ââŚThereâs a lot of masked people here, bunny; youâre gonna have to be a little more specific than that.â He says.
You cry, disoriented and confused because the man is nowhere in sight. Eddie guides you outside with a gentle hand on your back, softly cooing as you sob. The air is cold and sharp against your barely covered skin, but you hardly feel it.Â
Youâd been spinning all night, around and around in a foggy cloud of discomfort, and the crash hurts more than the fall. But Eddie is here. He is here, and heâs holding you, and heâs wiping your tears, and asking you to breathe, âTell me what happened, doll. Describe the guy.â
And through wracked sobs and shaky words, you describe what you saw: black cape, white mask, two big black eyes, and a gaping mouth. Hungry and ready to devour you.Â
âWoah, what the fuck happened?âÂ
Itâs Nancy; you know itâs Nancy despite your inability to see straight. She steps into frame, a gentle hand on your arm as she looks at your distraught face. Not far behind her stands Steve, a look of concern on his face.
âSome fuckinâ creep was following her,â Eddie mutters.
Your breaths come in shaky gasps, trembling hands coming up to wipe at your wet eyes. You try to speak, but your words hardly make sense, so Nancy softly coos and tells you to calm down.
Another flow of tears fall, and you only want to wrap yourself back in Eddieâs arms.Â
âAnd where were you?â Steve snaps.
Eddie looks at Steve, expression unreadable when he replies, âShe went to the restroom.â
âAnd you didnât go with her?â Steve prods.Â
Nancy consoles you, wiping your tears and telling you youâre okay as Steve and Eddie bicker over things you can hardly manage to wrap your head around. Finally, Nancy turns to them, âWould you two shut up? It doesnât matter. Letâs just get her home; I think weâve all had enough of tonight.â She snaps.
And even though youâre upset that Nancy has taken you from your source of comfort, youâre glad she leaves no room for debate. Nancy leads you down the steps of the house and you catch a glimpse of Eddie and think tomorrow youâll have to apologize for ruining the night. For losing him and making a scene of your own mistake.Â
As you fall asleep later, you canât help the few tears that slip down your face and drop onto your pillow as you all but hope Eddie can forgive you.
Steveâs had a rough weekend.Â
What started with a small disagreement with Nancy over his schedule with rugby has spiraled into Nancy completely ignoring him. On top of that, Steve is furious with Eddieâs mistake of not protecting you, and Eddie doesnât seem to care. And as if thatâs not enough, rugby finals are just around the corner, and Steveâs team is falling short to fucking play like they mean it.
Steve woke up with a headache, a sign that today would be just as rough as the night before, where Steve spent the better part of an hour with his father nagging him over the phone. Steveâs not sure what his father wants from him: a college degree or someone to run his companyâ either way, he wonât get both.
So, with a pounding head and a deep sigh, Steve got out of bed and began his game day rituals.
Morning run, shower, finish assignments, roll out that stubborn muscle in his thigh, and head down to the field.
Practice runs short, as it always does on game day. Steve doesnât want to waste any energy his players can use on the field, so he lets them off the hook earlier with a warning to not do anything stupid.Â
And usually, by the time the game is about to start, Steve is pumped and ready to win; he talks up a big game to his players and riles them up. But today, Steve is merely a silent brewing storm. Heâs tense. Thereâs a chip on his shoulder, and he canât fucking reach it, and he doesnât even know where to begin to figure it out.Â
Because the truth is, Steve loves Nancy. And he wants you. And he wants to be the perfect son. And he wants to win every game. He wants, he wants, he wants. But how much of it can he actually get?
Midway through the game, Steveâs team is down by enough to put him in a bad mood. His storm is pushing and pulling, churning in dark clouds on the sidelines as he watches his team play like shit. Steve isnât even here, he thinks. Heâs somewhere else. Somewhere between space and the busy thoughts in his head.
And as if the other team making another score isnât enough, Steve suddenly hears your name tumbling from the lips of another teammateâ âDid you see her on Friday? I had a feeling that innocent shit was all an actâ she probably fucks like she gets paid for it.â
And Steve bites so hard into his tongue that he tastes metal. Warm and bitter, inking across his tongue like spilled milk.
He shouldnât say anything. He shouldnât. Not when Nancy is already on his back, asking about his whereabouts and throwing fits over nothingâ because the guys talk. Theyâll open their mouths for any pair of walking tits, and Steve canât afford that. Not now. He doesnât need it.
But thenâ âWaitâ Harrington, isnât your girlfriend roommates with her?â
Steve glances at the two boys, snickering like thieves, enjoying the taste of berating you on their tongues. Steve can hardly hold back the snarl on his face when he looks at them and replies, âNo.â Stiff and quick.
Noel, the boy whoâd made the comment about you, is now sitting right next to Steve and looking at him in confusion, âBut theyâre friends, right? I see them together all the time.â He points out.Â
Steve canât deny that because itâs true. You and Nancy hang out on campus often, so he curtly nods, âYeah. Theyâre friends.â
Noel hums, spreading his thighs to take up space as he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. He looks at Steve and tilts his head as if heâs thinking, which Steve is sure he canât even do, âSo, can you confirm or deny that sheâs more of a slut than she lets on.â
Steve looks at Noel, imagining his hands wrapped around his neck as his face twists in distaste, âSheâs not a slut.â
Noel scoffs around a laugh, âSure as hell dressed like one the other night.â he snickers, nudging his other snickering friend, Barry. They laugh as if itâs funny, making a snide comment about how your ass looked in your dress. Steveâs tongue is nearly bitten off.Â
âThat doesnât make her a slut.â Steve snaps.
Noel and Barry glance at each other, and laugh in disbelief, âRelax, Harrington. No oneâs gonna tell Nancy you cracked a joke about how hot her roommate is.â Barry teases.
Steve doesnât say anything; just rolls his eyes and glares back at the game. But Noel is nothing if not a fucking test of patience. Steve never liked Noel, and honestly, if he werenât a good stand-off player, Steve wouldâve written him off long ago.
âThink you could put in a word for me, man?â
Steve doesnât bother looking at Noel as he snaps, âNo, dude. Fuck off.â
Noel nudges Steve as if pushing him closer to the line Steve has been dancing on all weekend, âCome on dude, quit being so uptight, itâs just pussy.â
Just pussy.Â
Steve doesnât know what snaps in him, but the second he hears itâ just pussyâ he hardly thinks twice before standing and curling his fists into Noel's jersey to throw him down off the bench.
âWhat the fuckââ
Steve steps over him, reaches down to grip the front of his jersey, and pulls him up, anger pumping through him in droves as he glares down at the boy and snaps, âSay one more thing about her.âÂ
Barry, Noelâs knight in shining armor, steps in and grips Steveâs shoulder, pulling him off his friend and shoving at his chest. He sizes Steve up, face twisted in annoyance as he seethes, âDudeâ calm the fuck down.â
Steve shoves the boy off of him, âFuck you.â He snaps. Steve steps up to him, âYou wanna know a real slut, Barry? Ask your sister, I fucked her.â He spits.Â
The words slip out easily like water, inky black with leeches to stick to skin and drain his veinsâ and it fucking works because not a second passes before a fist drives into Steveâs face, blood pooling in his mouth like an open dam. It rings loudly and echoing, with radio static in his ears. Steve can hardly hear his coach yelling, marching over to grab Steve off of Barry.
Steve doesnât feel the pain in his hand, but he will once the adrenaline wears off, his knuckles tapped from the hard bone of Barryâs cheek. He doesnât even remember punching him.Â
The coach shoves Steve in the opposite direction of Barry, frustration in every vowel of his words as he spits out, âYouâre out, Harrington!â
Steve doesnât fucking care. He doesnât care to be thrown out of the game, hell they were gonna lose anyway. He doesnât care that heâs the captain and should be setting an exampleâ Steve doesnât care. Heâs pissed off, and he can hardly think straight as he storms off the field.Â
Steveâs storm is windy and brutal, the anger so hot in his throat that he can barely swallow. Steve will regret what he did later; he knows he will, but how could he sit there and let them talk about you like that and not do something?Â
You, who is so kind and caring to assholes that donât deserve a second of your attention. You, who has never made yourself a problem yet has been picked on since youâve come to All Saints. You, who hardly knows right from wrongâ because Steve is so, so, so wrong, and still you look at him with these soft, doe eyes that make Steve want to scream and cry simultaneously. You, who Steve thinks about as he falls asleep next to his girlfriend.Â
How could anybody speak lowly of you?
Youâre worth every bit of regret Steve will face, he thinks. No matter how clouded his judgment is.
Thereâs blood in his mouth, and dull aching in his jaw that will soon become a throbbing pain, and one would think Steve has had enough fights for the night, but that switch is suddenly flipped yet again when a voice comes from a few feet awayâ âRough night, Harrington?â
The locker room is just steps away, and the noise of the losing game is now distant. Across the carpool lane stands Eddie, a cigarette burning between his fingers as the city light dances across his figure. He looks so stupid, standing there like a shadow, taunting Steve as if this is some sort of joke to him.
Steve gazes at Eddie, watching as he brings the cigarette up to his lips, talking around a cloud of smoke when he adds, âYou look like shit.â
Shaky breaths, radio static, warm metal. City light, cigarette smoke, stupid fucking shadow.
Steveâs jaw aches when he clenches his teeth before speaking, âAre you following me?â
Eddie raises an eyebrow, âDo you want me to follow you?â
Annoying. So fucking annoying, thatâs all Eddie has ever been. An annoying asshole with something smart to always say.
âWhy would I want you to follow me?â
Eddie shrugs, a hand in his pocket, âSome people like that shit.â He says.
Steve stalks over, unbridled anger in each step as he draws closer to Eddie. He sneers as he glares at Eddie, âThe fuck is your problem?â He snaps.
Eddie blinks, brown eyes gazing at Steve as he responds, âI donât have a problem.â
âThen quit being so fucking weird.â Steve spats, face twisted in disgust.Â
Eddie raises an uninterested eyebrow, âWasnât aware I was.â He coolly replies.Â
Steveâs fingers curl into his palm, an angry fist against his side as he glares at the boy before him. Eddieâs eyes drop to Steveâs fist, lips ticking up in a small smile as his gaze flickers back to Steveâs.
Steveâs face grows hot in anger. He leans in, venom on his tongue when he spats at Eddie, âFuck you.â
Eddie, like the asshole he is, gets a glint in his eye as he quickly whips back, âThank you.â As if nothing ever bothers him. Steve sometimes wonders if Eddie knows how to bleed. Does he know how to respond to a punch? A kick? A bite? Steveâs not so sure that he does.Â
Steve decides spending another second on Eddie would be a waste, so he turns on and walks away. Heâs still hot with anger, still tasting blood in his mouth, still thinking about those assholes on the turf, still thinking about the asshole a few feet away from that knows how he tastes.
âAnd just so you know,â Steve whips around, storming up to Eddie again. Eddieâs gaze flickers back to Steve, tilting his head in interest. Steve feels a feeling heâs never felt before brewing in his chestâ a deep anger that heâs never tasted and comes up sharp on his tongue.
âIâm not fucking gay.â Steve spits.
Eddie blinks and nods once, âOkay.âÂ
Steve looks at Eddie, the other boys sharp features glowing under the lamplight as he says, âSo donât do that shit again.âÂ
Eddie looks at Steve, stoic expression plastered across his face before he tilts his head, âNot sure I know what youâre talking about.â He says, voice low and gravely.
Steveâs blood boils. His fists clench by his sides, and he ticks his jaw, pain rising from the punch heâd taken not too long ago, âFuck you,â he says, âYou know what Iâm talking about.â
Eddieâs eyes have an annoying glint when he responds, âSeemed like you enjoyed it, Harrington.â He says beneath a subtle smirk. Steve steps forward, fists curling into the leather of Eddieâs jacket as he leans in and seethes, âYouâre fucking disgusting. Try pulling that shit again, and I wonât hesitate to fucking kill you.â
Eddie smirks, brown eyes dancing over Steveâs face, a halo of warm light around his curly hair. Eddieâs voice is like hot honey, âThat a threat or a promise, captain?âÂ
âThatâs a fucking promise.â
Brown pools of earth swirling like a whirlpool stare into Steveâs eyes. Smoke and cheap cologne, hairspray, leather. Steveâs anger is so loudly rushing through his veins he can hear it, flooding through his ears like a river.Â
Steve is in the eye of the storm. The wind is still, the air is crisp, and the light overhead flickers.
Steve doesnât know how it happens. He doesnât know who invades whose space, but the taste of his blood mixes with the taste of cigarette smoke, dull with mint and spit. Eddieâs lips are warm and rough because Eddie needs some fucking chapstick, but Steve doesnât complain. He canât. Not when Eddieâs dipping his tongue into his mouth and tasting his blood, humming like itâs the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted.Â
Steveâs knuckles are tight in Eddieâs jacket, short nails carving into the leather. Eddieâs tongue is like a curious snake, running over Steveâs tongue, dipping through the valleys and ridges of his teeth, licking over his palate. Eddieâs tongue slinks back into his own mouth, his lips curving against Steveâs lips as his cold fingers brush against Steveâs hipsâ and suddenly, the winds are picking up, and Steve shoves at the curly-haired boy, stepping away with a heaving chest as he glares at the boy.
Eddieâs lips are tainted a faint red, brown eyes bright yet gloomy as they gaze at Steve. Steve grimaces as he wipes his mouth, spitting out blood onto the concrete as if Eddieâs spit is the worst thing heâs ever tasted.Â
Eddie smiles, looks at Steve like he can see right through him, and Steve fucking hates it. Steve turns, body thrumming in some sort of sick and twisted adrenaline, eyes cast ahead of him as he marches toward the door of the locker room.
âBy the way, Steve,â Eddie calls out behind him, âIt was me.â
Fuck him. Fuck him and fuck everything that he says and doesâ Steve hates that every word Eddie says leaves him questioning, hanging, wanting more. Steve turns and glares at Eddie, vitriol in his voice as he spits out, âThe fuck are you talking about?â
Eddieâs lips tip in a smile, boot-clad feet clicking against the cement as he stalks over to Steve, âThe guy following her. It was me.â He shrugs.
Steve looks at Eddie, dancing over his face, looking for a crack in his expressionâ he finds none. Steve feels⌠he feels stupid. Stupid for being blind to the little game Eddie is so easily playing, puppeteering you and him with an expertise that makes Steve wonderâ how many times has he done this? How many people?
Steve spent the whole weekend churning in anger, only to be told it was Eddie the entire time. He feels naive and dumb.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
Eddie snickers with a shrug, stopping in front of Steve, âMade it more entertaining.â
Steve swears he feels Eddieâs lips on his, and if it werenât for the sight of them splitting into a shit-eating grin, heâd believe they were still pressed against that lamppost, swapping spit and blood.
âFuck you.â Steve spits.
Eddieâs smile smears in Steveâs vision as he turns his back to him and walks toward the building, heart racing in his chest and bile churning in his stomach.
Eddieâs voice rings in his ears as Steve opens the locker room door, âGoodnight, Harrington.â
Steve hardly sleeps that night.
part four.
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Some Like It Violent
October 17th: Blood + Knifeplay
Kinktober 2022
Summary: Steve and Eddie prove that you belong to them
Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, non-con, violence, dub-con?, dark!steve, dark!eddie, Stockholm syndrome, blood, gore, mutilation
A/N: This one gets dark my loves, please heed the warnings, blood play and mutilation is marked by â⨠𩸠âŚâ
This is Part 2 of âThings That Go Bump In The Nightâ
Part 3 Here
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You sit on your âbedâ in the small, cement room. It was cold but they gave you lots of blankets.
The cellar was big enough to fit a double bed, a small tv and a dresser but not much else, there is a walk in storage closet thatâs closed tight with several different locks, you have a bit of room to walk to the partially closed off bathroom but other then that itâs pretty cramped.
Not the you minded the size, it was how impersonal it was, there was no posters on the wall, no pictures or any of your things. Steve promised once youâve proven to been good youâll start to receive your stuff in small doses.
You have no idea how long youâve been stuck down here, thereâs no clocks on the wall and they took your watch. You tell time mostly by their food schedule, three meals a day.
Your wrist has healed and the bruising and swelling in certain areas of your body has lessened since that night.
That horrible night that everything changed.
Two men who you trusted more then anything, loved more then anything had turned around and hurt you in such a horrible way.
You sit on the bed and absentmindedly rub over the tender wounds on your stomach, theyâve closed over but theyâre still red and raised. You stand and walk to the mirror in the bathroom, it sits behind a thick layer of hard plastic so you canât smash it, you raise your shirt and trace the new formed scars with your eyes.
On one hip in a messy scrawl is the initials E.M that has been carved into your skin, and on the other hip is a slightly neater set of initials, S.H.
-x-
When you woke on the first day it was to a cold, empty room. Your entire body was on fire and you could barely move without feeling the need to throw up.
When you heard a metal door creaking open your eyes shot to the cement staircase as the room began to flood with outside light, unfortunately you werenât able to hold back the vomit as Steve and Eddie descended the stairs.
It hit you all at once.
The eery feeling of being watched, the familiar voices, their insistence that you were only being paranoid.
At least you had the forethought to lean over the bed and vomit on the floor instead of on the comforter.
Due to your lack of food the only thing that came out was acidic bile that burned your throat on the way up, tears sting your eyes at the pain, your throat already hurting from the rough treatment from last night.
You think youâre done vomiting but Eddie is instantly by your side, grabbing your hair and rubbing your back as you empty what remains in your stomach onto the floor which only causes a fresh wave of nausea to hit you.
Steve disappears up the stairs before returning with a mop, meanwhile youâre openly sobbing and trying to push Eddie away as he forces his comfort onto you.
You already hate yourself for giving into pleasure last night, you donât need to hate yourself more for actively seeking out comfort from your abuser.
Unfortunately your body is sore and a lot of the fight was snuffed out of you last night so after a half-assed struggle Eddie manages to pull you into his lap and rub soothing circles on your back.
If your stomach wasnât empty youâd vomit on him just to be petty.
You shut out the two men as best you can as you try to figure out just what the fuck is going on.
You start to cry harder into Eddieâs chest, your mind is firmly against this, them, but your body is seeking out the warmth and comfort that Eddie is providing and itâs driving a wedge through your mental state.
Youâre not aware of how long youâve been crying in Eddieâs lap, at one point Steve joins you both on the bed and presses his cheek against your upper back. You end up dozing off in their shared embrace, mind and body currently at war with one another.
-x-
You're pulled out of your self examination by the, now, familiar creaking of the cellar door. You walk back into the crampy room just as Eddie skips down the stairs with an extension lead. Every day, night?, he comes down and watches a few movies with you, Steve usually joins him but not always, not when he has work.
âI got âBack To The Futureâ,â Eddie smiles as he chucks the tape on the bed and pulls out the keys from his pocket before heading to the comically locked closet.
When itâs open he wheels out the small tv and places it in front of the bed before setting everything up. You sit at the head of the bed and leave room for Eddie to climb in besides you, when he does he pulls you into his side before kissing you gently on the forehead.
You donât fight his touches, not anymore, the punishments were swift and severe when you did.
âWeâre doing this for you, baby,â Steve kissed away your tears as Eddie applied cream to the raised welts across your thighs, âyou have to behave for us.â
âThe world will treat you worse then this,â Eddie pipes up, âwe love you and want to protect you.â
When you did behave their treatments werenât too bad, and even when they punished you the aftercare was soft and thorough.
The worse punishment was when you screamed at them to leave you alone, and they did.
They still gave you three meals a day but they never lingered, touched or even spoke to you, barely even giving you a second glance. You felt so alone that only days later you craved their attention.
The walls of the cellar felt like they were closing in and you couldnât take the loneliness anymore.
After the third day you were begging, pleading with them to talk to you, you even tried latching on but theyâd gently remove you before exiting the small cement room.
You swear youâve never cried so much in your life.
Finally after a week you were apologising to them, promising to do better. You had never been so happy then in that moment when Eddie smiled and wrapped you in a hug.
You barely let him go for almost two days, only releasing your hold when Steve came in to take over for a while.
The more you became to depent on them â the more you didnât mind.
You let out a small hiss as Eddie runs his fingers over his initials, the movement bringing you successful back to the present.
The sci-fi movie was a good distraction, one of Steveâs favourites, not that you minded. Eddie had put on a horror a few days ago and it triggered a pretty severe panic attack so they decided to stick to safe movie options for the time being.
The longer Eddieâs finger outlined the scar the more your mind starts to drift back to the night he gave it to you.
-x-
You were cowering at the head of the bed, room barely illuminated by the dull glow of the small globe on the wall but it did manage to calm your panicked state just a little.
Unfortunately the moment doesnât last as the door is thrown open and two pairs of eager steps quickly defend the stairs. You pull your knees closer to your chest and wrap your arms around the shins, trying to make yourself as small as possible, as Eddie comes bounding towards you.
It throws your mind into a spin, heâs acting the exact same way he always does when he sees you, full of happiness and excitement, somehow the fact that just days prior he and his pal assaulted you doesnât seem to hindered the pep in his step.
Eddie ignores your poor attempt to push him away and he tugs your legs from your hold, your whimpers and small cries only make him giggle, the same childish giggle he had when you two used to play fight in his living room over who got to pick the movie.
The distant memory has tears stinging your eyes as you fail to push him away, Steve all the while watches from the side with a smirk.
Steve was the more serious one, the firm hand, while Eddie was more playful. Youâve noticed that Eddie tends to get carried away in how he acts and Steve has to step up to reel him in.
Once your legs are away from your chest he pulls you down until your back is flush against the comforter, he straddles your hips with a triumphant grin, happy he conquered you, before leaning down and blowing a raspberry on your cheek.
You turn your head away from the action but that was a mistake because that just gave him access to your neck which he gladly takes advantage of. He starts licking and sucking around the soft skin, leaving marks and slobber across your throat as he nibbles and bites.
Eventually when he pulls back he keeps his face close to yours, the tip of your nose lightly grazing against his.
âGet off, Eddie!â You cry, once again trying to push him away but to no avail.
âDonât be bratty, princess,â he chuckles with a smirk but thereâs a dark warning behind those big brown eyes.
You donât listen as you inwardly start to panic, the beginnings of a anxiety attack starting to grow in the center of your chest.
You distantly hear a frustrated sigh coming from beside the bed but you ignore it as you manage to use all your strength to push Eddie completely off you to the side, your knee makes contact with his ribs and youâre positive it was only the shock and slight pain from your actions that distracted him  enough for you to throw him off.
Your small rush of glee is short lived as Eddieâs guard dog steps in.
âHey!â Steves voice is booming as he takes a few menacing steps towards the bed.
In a fight or flight moment you choose flight.
You slide to the edge of the bed to make a run for it, if you had taken a moment to think your actions through you would have realised that there was no escape and nowhere to hide in the storm cellar.
Unfortunately that doesnât really matter because before your feet can even make contact with the floor thereâs a hand in your hair and your being dragged back across the bed.
You let out a pained screech as you reach up to grab the hand tangled in your locks but itâs no use. Youâre pulled completely to the other side as you come face to face with a very irate looking Steve.
Heâs kneeling on the bed and his breath is hot against your cheek, you wince when he snaps your head back, your scalp burning, so he can have better eye contact with you.
âThat wasnât very smart of you, sweetheart,â he sneers, you try to turn your head away, not liking the intense look in his eyes but he uses his spare hand to pinch the bridge of your nose.
You let out a high pitched nasally cry as he squeezes the tender appendage cruelly between this fingers.
You can hear Eddieâs mean chuckle as he watches Steve mistreat you, clearly enjoying the sight in front of him.
When you stop struggling Steve letâs go of your nose but keeps a firm hold of your hair, just in case.
âWhere were you planning to run, babe?â Eddie snickers as you sniff to clear the passage in your nostrils, âdoors locked,â he shrugs, âand even if you did get out thereâs a whooole lotta woods out there,â his smirk is right in your face and you feel your heart drop with each word from his mouth, âyou might be able to outrun me, sure, but you think you could get away from Hawkins Highs star athlete?â His laugh is sadistic and it causes you to slump in your spot.
When you donât answer Eddie taps your cheek, itâs not hard enough to be a slap but itâs not gentle either.
âYou belong to us,â his voice is quiet, âstop fighting it.â
You donât think before answering, a reoccurring issue you seem to be having lately, as you snap, âyou donât own me!â
Instead of this angering them like you assumed it would they laugh, and not the short cruel laughs, no these were full belly laughs until they were almost keeled over.
Confusion and humiliation fills your body as you try to think what was so damn funny?
âSilly girl,â Steve gasps for breath, his grip no longer tight in your hair, âI guess youâre gonna need more of a reminder, huh?â
Before you can protest youâre thrown down on the bed and Eddie takes the liberty of restraining you while Steve goes over to the storage closet. You donât see what heâs doing but after a few minutes of rummaging around he comes back over to the bed with restraints in hand.
You watch in horror as he fastens them to the bed posts before securing your hands through the scratchy cuffs.
Steve notices you screw your face up at the feeling of the material and he scoffs, âyou donât get the nice stuff until you start to behave.â
You whimper as youâre locked in place and completely left to their mercy.
âWhat should we do first, Eds?â Steve asks as he slides behind Eddie who now sits between your open thighs.
âMânot sure,â Eddie watches your chest fall and rise in a rapid pace, ��but sheâs wearing too many clothes.â
Steve hums in agreement as he kisses Eddieâs cheek, then neck, then shoulder, before pulling out a sharp blade that he had hidden behind him, tucked into his belt.
He hands the weapon to the metalhead who graciously accepts it with a kiss to Steveâs chin.
He returns his attention to you and brings the knife to the collar of your shirt and a cold terror spikes down your spine. You let out a high pitched whimper as he starts to cut away the material, deliberately leaving it in tatters, you suspect as some sort of power play.
Youâre only wearing a shirt and panties, all that you were given from your captors. Every item of clothing is slashed away and discarded beside the bed until youâre lying naked and exposed in the cool air of the cellar.
Steve rests his chin on Eddieâs shoulder and wraps his arms around his midsection as he observes the Dungeon Masters movements, eyes following the tip of the blade as itâs brought down from your clavicle to your sternum. You try your hardest to keep your breathing shallow, not wanting to get nicked.
You bite your lip to muffle your cry as the cold edge of the metal grazes across your nipple, goosebumps line your arms as you keep your eyes trained on the knife.
You let out a breath as Eddie sits aside the knife so he could use both hands to pay attention to your legs. He rubs his palms flat against the flesh of your thighs as he ascends upwards, stopping his movements when his hands are close to your heat.
He pulls the hood back from your clit and you mewl at the contact, youâre not given much time to do anything else before heâs lining his fingers up with your entrance and plunging two inside.
You jerk your hips, trying to push him out but his other hand keeps a firm hold on you, you let out a defeated sob as slick gathers around the opening of your hole, cringing when you hear the wet sucking of your pussy as your arousal starts to drip down towards the bed.
Youâre mad and confused as to why your body responds to their cruel touch, you donât want thisâŚÂ right?
Just as desire starts to build in your lower stomach and you can feel yourself being forced to the precipice of your climax Eddie removes his fingers completely from you, the empty feeling tears a whine from your lips and you instantly pale when two sets of laughter mock your disappointment.
What is wrong with you?
Before you can open that Pandoraâs box, you suck in a breath as Eddie picks up the knife, you watch as he grabs a scrap of clothing, that was teetering near the edge of the bed, and wraps it around the blade of the weapon. Your confusion is short lived as he gives you a smirk before moving the knife down to your entrance.
You shake your head and plead out protests as tears glide down your cheeks, youâre already humiliated enough. Steve chuckles at your expense as his eyes remain trained on Eddieâs hands.
When the thick base of the knife touches your folds you choke out a sob, seconds later the entire hilt is being impaled into your pussy. You wince as the sharp ridges catch on your sensitive walls but youâre not given much time to adjust before Eddie is pulling it out and ramming it back in.
While your pussy is being abused you will yourself to focus on something, anything, other then the object inserted into you.
Movement from Steve catches your eye and you watch as the younger of the two grinds his lower half against Eddieâs backside, his arms are taught around the metalheads waist, his chin is resting firmly on his shoulder and his lower half never actually leaves contact as he humps against him.
A fresh wave of tears and confusion wash over you as a pang of desire shoots right to your core at the sight. Before any of this happened you always hoped something would transpire between the three of you. Just not like this.
Steveâs pace matches the movements of the knife and Eddieâs smug expression lets you know how much heâs enjoying this. He speeds up his movements and you audibly cry out as the hilt knocks against something inside you.
Your mind starts to go hazy as your body starts to convulse, your pussy clenches around the wooden base inside you and you let out a wail as youâre pushed over the edge. Pleasure pulses through every inch of your body and you grind down against the inanimate shaft of the weapon to ride out your high. Â
Your pleasure dissipates quicker then youâd hoped it would and all your left with is ice cold shame. The looks of smug pride mirrored on each of the men above you only adds to the rotten feeling swirling inside your chest.
Before you can spare any more time focusing on your conflicted emotions Eddie pulls the knife from you as Steve untangles himself from the man. Eddie moves to the side as Steve replaced himself between your legs.
He leans down and briefly sucks a nipple between his lips before suctioning his mouth and flicking his tongue over the peak. Steve has an obsession with your tits.
He pulls back and discards his clothing in haste before slotting himself in his previous position. He pulls you down the bed a little more and your arms burn at the uncomfortable stretch, youâre not given much time to focus on that however as Steve drives his hips forward and spears you on his cock.
You clench your hands in tight fists, your nails cutting into your palms slightly, and you let out a harsh whine. Steve is much thicker then Eddie and a whole lot bigger then the knife.
His pace is brutal and has his cock stabbing against your cervix, pain and pleasure fill your lower stomach as you screw your eyes shut at the overwhelming feelings. Every snap of his hips has you pushing harder into the mattress, the scratchy comforter starting to chafe the underside of your body.
While physically youâre not in as much pain as the last time they fucked you, but mentally youâre in agony, you know you should hate this, you do hate this, but what if you donât hate this?
As the turmoil rages through your mind, pleasure rages through your body. You feel the familiar pressure throbbing through your clit and you know youâre close.
Would it really be so bad to enjoy this? Youâre in an impossible situation so you may as well get something out of it⌠right?
Steve makes contact with your clit and instantly starts rubbing circles into the engorged nub, your hips jerk at the touch as a white light bursts behind your closed eyelids. You feel Steveâs cock throb against your insides, his heavy breathing turning into low moans as his thrusts become shorter but deeper.
You open your eye as the pressure builds and you look at Steve before turning to Eddie, who lounges beside you stroking his cock as he watches Steve fuck you, when he senses your eyes on him he turns to face you.
His gaze is intense and full of heat as he locks eyes with you, his gaze flickers to your slightly opened lips before heâs lunging forward and connecting his lips with yours.
You snap your eyes closed and pretend for a second that the searing kiss with Eddie, filled with passion and lust, is happening under different circumstances. And for a brief moment youâre sitting on your bed at home making out with Eddie as a movie plays in the background.
The stuttering rhythm coming from Steve followed by guttural moans is like a bucket of ice cold water and youâre instantly brought back to the current situation.
When you stop responding to the kiss with Eddie he pulls back and watches you with slight confusion. Before he can open his mouth to say something Steveâs loud grunt fills the room as his cum fills your pussy.
You whimper at the burning hot feeling of his seed painting your walls, he thrusts a few more times, the cum thatâs not being forced deeper in you is spilling out around the base of his cock and you wince at the feeling.
Steve pulls out and slumps down with a huff on the other side of you, his face is dazed and he looks happy and your heart flutters at the sight. He looks peaceful, like your old Steve.
While you were distracted with the former jock Eddie takes his place between your legs and wastes no time before pushing forward. You hiss and whine at the new intrusion but your pussy welcomes him inside. Youâre still on the verge of cumming and instead of fighting it maybe you should take advantage of it?
Eddie lifts your legs until theyâre dangling over his forearms before leaning forward, youâre practically sandwiched against the man and the new position has him driving deeper into your hole.
You cry out at the feeling, deciding in your haze addled mind that just letting go this onetime wonât hurt.
His pace is punishing as he slams his lower half flush against yours with every thrust of his hips. You throw your head back against the bed and let out breathy whimpers and moans at the pleasure beating against your core. Eddie pulls back suddenly and drops your legs, you let out a whine thatâs turns into a groan as Steve slots his mouth over your left nipple.
You fight against the restraints, the urge to run your hand through Steveâs soft hair almost overwhelming. He hums around the stiff peak and the vibrations send waves of pleasure down your spine.
With all your focus on Steveâs action you donât pick up on what Eddieâs doing.
He keeps ups his steady rhythm as he unwraps the cloth from around the blade of the knife and drops it beside his leg before abruptly stilling his movements.
You let out a mewl of confusion as you turn your attention to the metalhead, as you see the knife in his hand you almost wished you didnât.
âThis is still a punishment, babe,â is all he says before bringing the knife to the flesh of your left hip.
â¨Â đŠ¸Â âŚ
Before you can process whatâs about to happen Eddie cuts into your skin, you lets out a scream at the sting and instantly jerk your hips, the motion causing the man to mess up the âEâ a little bit.
Steve sits up and holds down your hips as the metalhead âtsk tsk tskâ your behaviour, slightly scolding you for messing up the first initial. You look pleadingly up at Steve, realising Eddie is getting a sick enjoyment out of this and out of the two Steve is the more responsible one. The younger man at least has the decency to look a little shocked at Eddieâs actions as a brief look of pity? guilt? crosses his features but itâs gone as quickly as it came.
Eddie finishes his carving and you let out pained cries at the burning in your side, sobbing harder as you feel the warm blood start to trickle down your hip.
âA box cutter blade wouldâve looked neater,â Eddie sounds sickly calm as he observes the fresh wound.
âDo you want me to go grab one?â Steve offers and your blood turns to ice in your veins, youâre starting to choke on your tears and youâre finding it harder to breath.
âShh shh shh,â Eddie rubs soothing circles on your cheeks, smudging your tears, as Steve slings his arm around to the other side of your waist and snuggles in close to you.
You sniffle and twitch closer to Steveâs warmth and you hate yourself for seeking out his comfort, you hate yourself more when you realise that itâs actually working to calm you down.
Once youâre no longer on the verge of a panic attack Eddie resumes his previous movements, you let out a startled cry as the tip of his cock nudges the spongy bundle inside you, he shares a smirk with Steve and continues to hammer into the spot causing your breath to catch in your throat and black splotches to hinder your vision.
You hiss out in pain as Eddie drags his fingers through the blood, thatâs pooled over the wound, before using the sticky liquid to write his name on your stomach below your breasts. He continues to dip his fingers into the blood and retrace the lines until âEDDIEâ is very clearly printed across your skin.
Steve follows suit and writes his name over your chest, you canât really see the letters but you can smell the iron from the blood as he layers it on thick.
You feel slightly nauseous as you feel them continue to play in your blood. Drawing hearts and stars across your body like itâs a living canvas.
Eddie places his hand over the wound and covers his whole palm in blood before grabbing your chin with his clean hand and smearing the blood across your face, you gag at the warm, sticky feeling followed by the strong metallic smell filling your nostrils.
When theyâre both done Eddieâs pace starts to pick up, he rubs his dirty, sticky fingers over your clit and you jerk your hips against his crotch. Youâre momentarily shocked that youâre somehow still turned on.
Eddieâs cock batters against your cervix as Steve suckles a nipple back into his mouth and hums in content.
Moments later you let out a high pitched shriek and your orgasm rips through you, more pain then pleasure but it starts to equal out when Eddie presses harder against your clit. He lets out harsh grunts of his own as he follows you over the edge, his cum spurting deep inside you and mixing with Steveâs.
When he pulls out he collapses beside you and wraps his arms around you before nuzzling his head into your neck. The soft? moment is cut short, as your breathing starts to level out and Steveâs gruff whine can be heard.
âWhatâs up, big guy?â Eddie chuckles.
âI didnât get my initials on her skin,â Steve nods to your bloody hip.
You start to panic and stutter out protests but Eddieâs voice cuts you off, âitâs only fair, princess.â
Seconds later Steve is hovering over you with the knife in hand and you���re stuttering out cries as you beg for him not to. It all falls on deaf ears as a searing burn, almost identical to the last one, makes itself know on your skin as Steve carves his initials into your right hip.
â¨Â đŠ¸Â âŚ
-x-
Looking back on the incident youâre at least happy that Steveâs writing is much neater then Eddieâs.
You snuggle in closer to the metalhead who happily cuddles you closer as âBack To The Futureâ continues to play and you feel yourself start to drift off.Â
Maybe this wasnât so bad after all?
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virgin sacrifice

a/n:Â you guys? hail satan.
summary:Â you didnât think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennilleâs best hits would be blasting over the campâs speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.
warnings:Â dark!steve harrington x reader x dark!eddie munson, dark content, noncon/dubcon, smut, summer camp au (they are all camp counsellors), slasher au, virgin!reader, very innocent!reader, final girl!reader, established relationship, violence, murder, weapons, blood, devil worship, predator/prey, bondage, knife kink, dirty talk, pussy inspection, oral, fingering, anal
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It was the summer of 1986, right before you were supposed to go off to college and start your real life. It was also the summer when you worked as a counsellor at Camp Nebula, the very summer you fell in love for the first time. The summer when the most popular guy for some reason took notice of you and started calling you his girl.Â
Now, he was a tad bit more experienced than you and wasnât shy to show you in ways that you always snuffed out before they could grow into anything uncouth. Thatâs not how youâd been raised, to lose your virginity in a summer campâs tool shed, however gobsmacked he made you feel, you just couldnât take that step.Â
No one had ever looked at you the way that he did, truly listened to you when you spoke, and even stood up for you, like whenever the campâs freak would say things to you vulgar enough to render you speechless, your knight in shining armour would step in and save the day.Â
It was the perfect summer.Â
Was.Â
Completely perfect right up till the murders began to happen.Â
You didnât think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennilleâs best hits would be blasting over the campâs speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.
Lungs burning, you sprinted through the dark camp, a flicking lamppost above illuminating the path you raced down, the ground littered with sharp pine needles.Â
When you made your way to the dining hall, the rotary phone inside, your plan of salvation, turned out to be just as dead as the summer friendships youâd thought would last a lifetime.Â
âThereâs nowhere left for you to run, little lamb!â the petrifying roar from just outside the hallâs walls caused you to jump and scurry into the kitchen, though when you did, your gaze should have been directed in front of you and not over your shoulder as you swiftly crashed into a figure.Â
A blank mask stared down at you, one of the ones that the kids used for crafts, usually decorating them with an explosion of paint and beads.Â
Chuckling softly at the way you stumbled back, he playfully uttered, âboo!â raising his hands up to scare you, retroactively flashing you the blade fast in his grip. Half-obscured eyes stilled glued to you, the killer shouted over his shoulder, âfound her!â and held the weapon outstretched to keep you where you were.Â
âOh, good,â another masked murderer appeared as the back door was swung open, âwell then letâs get this show on the road!â
âPlease donât kill me!â you cried as the one keeping you cornered grabbed you.Â
âKill you?â one of them laughed, âoh honey, weâre gonna do so much more than just kill you,â before he got out a bundle of rope and gestured to his partner, âget her up on the table.âÂ
Once theyâd forced you down upon the cold steel surface and tied you up, they proceeded to reveal something to you that nearly caused your thumping heart to stop.Â
ââŚSteve?â you scarcely breathed as one of them plucked off his mask and tossed it onto a counter.Â
âSurprise,â your summer sweetheart flashed you a smile.Â
âButâ⌠Iâve been looking for you everywhere all night, youââŚÂ you did this?â
âWell, donât give him all the credit,â the other one peeled off his mask as well.Â
âEddie?â you shuttered, âb-but you two hate each other.â
âThatâs what we had to make you think so that no one would suspect a thing,â the long-haired rebel wiped some of the bloodstains on his blade clean on the hip of his jeans, âno one would ruin our plan.âÂ
âY-your plan?â
âMight as well tell her,â Eddie nudged his partner who shifted his grip on the axe heavy in his grasp, âsince she has such a big part to play in it.â
âOh, what the hell, why not,â Steve grinned and pulled over a rickety stool, âyou see, there are things, wishes, that both me and Eddie have,â the man you thought youâd loved began to explain, âambitions that, try as we might, we canât achieve on our own. So, Eddie here found this old book, this tome, that explained a ritual that could grant us our deepest desires...â he uttered dreamily, âit was really quite simple when it came down to it⌠first 40 lives and then you.â
ââŚme?â your voice trembled, âwhy me? Iâm not anyone special, I'm justââ
âOh no, Y/n, you sweet, sweet dumb girl,â Steve chuckled darkly, âyou are the final piece to the puzzle,â he stared directly into your soul, âour perfect little virgin sacrifice.âÂ
Taking a step closer to your strapped-down form, Eddieâs stare danced down your frame, scrapes and dirt still tainting the uniform youâd freshly washed just this morning.Â
âBut you know, the funny thing is, our lord and saviour down in hell has a funny and pretty ancient definition of what a virgin is,â he teasingly ran the flat side of his blade up the length of your leg, smiling as you squirmed, âsure, some things are off limits, but not a lotâŚ,â the tip of his knife dipped under your shorts and sliced them in two. With the configuration that they had bound you in, everything was already embarrassingly on show, though even more so now that all of your clothes were cut off your frame. Completely mesmerised as the last shred left your form, Eddie uttered softly, âoh, this is gonna be so much fun.â
âWhat are you doing?â you struggled against the robes as Steve rose from his seat.Â
âItâs a real shame, baby,â his broad hands ran up your inner thigh, âI really did wanna pop your cherry myself, fuck I would have loved that, but I donât deserve it as much as he does,â his thumbs, creeping up to either side of your core, extended out to wickedly spread you apart, âSatan may get to have your pussy,â you shuttered at the mortifyingly soppy sound that emanated as he briefly ran a finger though your folds, âbut this little hole isnât off limits,â his digit then swept down to draw a feathery circle over your rosebud.Â
âNor this one,â Eddieâs hand found your cheeks in a pinch and forced your lips to pucker, âbut we might have to do a bit of convincing in order to be able to play up here,â your body stiffened up as the cold edge of his blade then pressed against your throat, âno teeth, or else we wonât make you feel good, wonât give you a little treat before you help us contact the man downstairs.âÂ
âHow in the fuck do you think Iâll like any of this?â you spat back at him.Â
âUh!â they both laughed and shared a glance before Eddie noted, âI think that might have been the first time Iâve ever heard little miss goody two shoes swear! Thatâs so cute!â Â
âFuck you,â you wept, âyou psychoâ, oh!â a moan then ripped through your body and surprised you to the very core.
Glancing down between your legs, you saw that Steve was kissing you down there, his lips latched on to the little pearl that always seemed to throb in his presence.Â
âWhat was that about you not enjoying this?â his sloppy peck detached in an obscene pop, âbecause you sure are soaked for someone who doesnât think it feels good to be played with⌠weâre gonna make you feel good, so good, your virgin ass couldnât even fucking dream about itâŚâ the sensation of Eddieâs palm snaked down to squeeze your tit, while Steve brought his broad thumb up to bully your glistening clit, grinning at how your untouched hole clenched around nothing for him, âjust look at how fucking messy you are for us⌠fucking leaking all over the placeâŚâ a groan then escaped him as one of his digits dipped down to slowly sink into your tight ass, simply testing the waters before the pair of them utterly obliterated you, âfuck⌠you almost make me wanna keep you forever and just find a different virgin to take your placeâŚâ

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18+ only!! Minors DNI
Just got done watching Scream. Thinking about Eddie and Steve as Ghostface. Instead of killing, theyâd use it to stalk you whenever they want to get a bit closer. Youâd see shadows outside of your window, sometimes even glimpses of mask itself. They liked the scared look on your face. Itâd scare you so much that you end up calling someone you trust the most. Eddie. Youâd tell him how scared you were and heâd offer to come over. He snuck in through your window. It surprisingly didnât take long for him to come over. He claimed he was already in the neighborhood. Theyâd definitely use the mask to threaten and hurt any guys that are talking about you in a sexual or even romantic way. Instead of calling you and questioning you about scary movies, theyâd ask you more sexual, vulgar questions. Like, what does it take to get to the center of your cherry? Eventually theyâll get a little more sadistic with some yandere. Do you dream about a big, strong man to take you late at night? Maybe two? Theyâd tell you about how they certainly dream about taking you. Theyâd go from asking questions to telling you about their sick thoughts. How theyâd like to handcuff you to a bed, lay you out spread eagle. How theyâd love to make you gag and cry your mascara off. A mix of your drool and their cum running down your chin. Theyâd even leave letters for you in your locker, in your bag, and even underneath your pillow. Each letter would be them professing their love for you, talking about how beautiful you looked in your outfit, and how they go out of their way to buy things that remind them of you. Oftentimes gifting these things to you with the letters. The letters were borderline obsessive. Admitting their love for you from afar. But the thing is, is that they wouldnât come right out and tell you that you have two admirers. They donât wanna scare you, so theyâd leave little hints. Eddieâs handwriting would be a tad bit messy and Steveâs would be cursive.
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pairing: dark!steve harrington x dark!eddie munson x dark!billy hargrove x drunk!reader
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âYou likinâ the party new girl?â Jason asked y/n after walking into his kitchen. âYes, actually,â Y/n smiled as she poured her drink. âMaybe you should come to them more often,â he smiled back at her as he came up to get his drink.
âMaybe I should,â she couldnât stop herself from showing teeth. Jason has always been sweet to her. She was surprised when the man invited her, and now he wants to invite her to future parties.
Throughout the night, y/n drank and laughed with Jason. He even took her to the dance floor to dance. She wouldnât say she loved Jason, but she did love his attention.
âIâll be right back,â Y/n said, turning to leave until he pulled her back. âWhere are you going? The party is just getting started,â Jason smiled down at y/n, making her giggle. She felt like this could all be a dream.
âJust going to use the restroom,â Y/n said with a smile. âGet back soon, babe,â the jock said before placing a soft and slow peck on her lips. Once he pulled away and continued dancing with his group of friends.
Y/n wanted to ask him what that was about, but she decided to stay quiet and take it with her as people watched her walk away.
âHowâs your night goin?â Y/n heard a voice as soon as she walked out of the bathroom. Y/n looked to see who it was and saw Steve, her long-time on-and-off friend. Well â Study buddy because his grades were never good.
âOh, hey, Steve! My nights going well so far, and yours?â She asked as he kicked off the wall he was leaning against. âI bet it is. Didnât know you and Jason were dating,â Steve couldnât help but mention.
He and the other two had been watching her all night, each second getting harder to witness as she got closer to Jason by the minute.
âMe and Jason? Oh, no, no, weâre just friends,â y/n said as her heart raised a bit. âDidnât seem that way, princess,â Steve said, flirting as he always does, but y/n had told him he should stop if nothing was going to happen between the two.
Steve was known for going around and being with any girl he wanted, and she didnât want to be one of those who were marked by Steve Harrington.
âI swear, weâre just friends, I-I donât know why he kissed me. Maybe heâs just a little drunk, you know?â Y/n said as Steve got closer, body now pressing her into the bathroom door she had closed.
âSure you arenât, babe? Seem a bit out of it, donât you think?â Steve asked, making her feel a small pain in her chest. The way he talked to her with his tone made her feel uncomfortable.
âSo what? I canât drink?â Y/n asked, getting a bit defensive. âNot when youâre a pretty little thing alone,â one of Steveâs hands gripped y/nâs waist to pull her closer to him.
âWhat are you talking about- Hey, stop that!â Y/n shouted at Steve who began kissing at her neck. âHarrington, stop!â Y/n tried to sound more serious, but that only made him laugh.
âOh, shut the fuck up,â Steve grabbed a hand full of y/nâs hair before pulling her to a room. âThe boys can come find me. Iâve got some shit to set straight,â Steve said as he threw y/n into the room and locked the door.
âSteve, what the fuck is wrong with you? Like serious, are you-â Y/n stood up and yelled at the man but was cut off by him forcing her back down to her knees.
âYou know whatâs wrong with me? Whatâs wrong is that you rejected me, but got your legs all open for Jason. A jock!â Steve was pissed, and she was soon going to find out how pissed he was.
âIâm sorry, but you and Jason are two different-â y/n tried speaking but he yelled at her, telling her to shut up before he got angry. âThereâs no excuse for it, y/n. Not one, and youâre gonna sit there and fuckinâ apologies to me,â
Y/n hoped Steve would calm down, but she noticed there was no hope for that when he reached into his pants, pulling his cock out in seconds.
âSteve, no!â Y/n slapped at the legs and stomach, but that didnât phase him. âStop movin, y/n,â Steve times came off warning, but she continued to fight.
Sadly, she wasnât a match for Steve. The man forced his cock down her throat instantly, causing her to gag and cry onto his shaft.
âSo damn pretty when youâre like this. If only you werenât giving me a hard time,â Steve said through his teeth as he snapped his hips, fucking her face so hard, she could barely focus on his face.
âAlways prayed for you to go down ok me during study time, but you were so fucking clueless. I even stripped and stayed in my boxers. I was fuckinâ hard, but all you thought was that I was trying to get comfortable. Dumb fucking slut,â
Y/n felt bad for the way she led Steve on, but she couldâve sworn he didnât even want her.
âThen you got me watching Jason down your throat? Are you fucking serious!?â Steveâs free hand grabbed the side of her head so he could use both of his hands to pull her into his hard thrusts.
âSteve, where the fuck are you!?â Billy yelled in the hallway. âHarrington, I think sheâs gone, man. Câmon, we gotta leave to find her,â Eddie said, knocking on every door.
The two had thought he mightâve taken another girl to a room after seeing y/n with Jason, but in actuality, that other girl was y/n.
âIn here!â Steve shouted, telling them to come and see this view. âAnd you wonât believe you Iâve got with me,â Steve said as he kept his cock deep in y/nâs mouth.
âGod, donât tell me itâs Nancy. We donât fucking care,â Billy said, always annoyed as they stood in front of the door, not wanting to meet eyes with some girl they didnât care for.
âWant me to give you a hint?â Steve asked before he pulled y/n off of his cock. âSteve, please stop this. Please-â y/n tried speaking quickly before he pushed back into her mouth. The gag noises sent Billy and Eddie to kick open the door.
âNo way!â Billy said as Eddie got up front to the ground he fell on. âAre you serious? Before me!?â Eddie said as he closed the door behind him and tried to lock it, but the lock was broken.
âNor how Iâd like it, but itâll do,â Steve said, making the boys lift their eyebrows u til they realized her makeup streaming down her face.
âDude-â Eddie cut himself off, wanting to confront him, but why would he? Y/n looked the best sheâs ever had. Having Steve in her mouth as she cried, made him feel a type of way.
Billy on the other hand couldnât care at all. All he wanted was a bite of her.
âDonât worry, princess, Iâm close,â Steve assured y/n who prayed this was a dream, but if it was, her throat wouldnât be hurting so much. This was a live nightmare.
âLetâs get this shit off,â Billy dropped to his knees behind the girl before he ripped her dress apart. The man was strong, and that fabric never stood a chance against him.
âTits looks a-fucking-mazing,â Eddie said as he got himself undressed, every concern being thrown out of the window. She looked too damn good to pass on.
âMhm, they sure in the hell are,â Steve said as his thrusts stuttered a bit. âOh shit,â Eddie laughed as Steveâs eyes shut tight. Y/n pushed at the manâs lower stomach, hoping to get away, but she instantly stopped as she held his liquid shoot down her throat.
Steve pushed y/n off of him after he couldnât give anymore. She was instantly grabbed by Billy and carried to the nearest bed. After she was thrown down, she felt hands all over her. More than two.
âStop it!â Y/n tried pushing Eddie and Billy away from her, but they listened or reacted. All they did was put themselves in a position theyâd feel most comfortable in.
Y/n was now on top of the two, legs spread on both sides of Billy as Eddie stood behind her. âDonât get drunk again, princess. Shit like this might not happen to you, then,â Eddie said as he gripped her panties off.
âPlease, guys, stop this. I-I donât- I donât want this,â she begged the two. Billy rubbed his spot on his cock as she spoke, not caring about anything she had to say. She understood that after he forced himself through her cunt without wanting.
Y/n cried out in pain and pleasure. The knot in her stomach had already built in the lower part of her stomach.
âYouâre tight for a nappy bitch,â Billy snapped his hips up as Eddie tried his best to coat his cock with as much cum as he could. He knew this wouldnât be pretty for her, but heâs always wanted to eat or fuck her ass, and tonight, it was right in front of him. She was begging for it.
âMaybe I shouldâve fucked her to hear that voice,â Steve said as he walked over to the bed. Y/n looked away from the man, wanting nothing to do with him, and he knew that. Thatâs why he rubbed the top of her head.
âMaybe if you werenât so clueless, we couldâve done this a different way, y/n. If you think about it, this is all fault,â y/n hadnât noticed how shitty Steve really was until tonight.
âReally getting it all out, huh?â Eddie said as he rubbed some spit along her upper hole. âYeah â Thereâs no other way to put this situation,â Steve said, making new tears fill y/nâs eyes.
âDonât worry, baby â Once I get in you, youâll forget about his rude little words,â Eddie said as he pushed at y/nâs hole, making her pucker instantly. âN-No,â she said low, hoping he wasnât doing what she was thinking.
âAh huh, now relax so I can come in,â Eddie said, hand spreading her ass cheek as the other held his cock in place. âEddie, no!â Y/n tried moving away, but the more she moved, the more Billyâs thrust under her made her closer to cumming, and she didnât want to.
âStop fuckinâ moving, y/n. Fuck,â Eddie grew impatient. Y/n went to cuss at the man or yell but she was cut off by a cry. Her head fell forward as Eddie broke through her upper walls.
âThere we go,â Eddie continued pushing into the tightest hole he could fuck. âThatâs it, just relax, baby. Relax, and Iâll fill you up in no time,â y/n cried at his words, knowing if they werenât scared to do this to her, they werenât scared to fill her.
âP-Please,â was all y/n could let out as her body went slack on top of Billy. âGood girls gonna get filled tonight, that right. Maybe more than once if she keeps squeezing me like this,â Billy said, and before she knew it, she released all over the man.
âFuck, y/n, look at you!â Steve laughed as Eddieâs hand came down on her ass. âDouble penetration is your thing, huh?â Eddie asked, earning a weak head shake and whine from her.
âOh? Pretty girl hasnât done any of this yet, huh? Guess weâre her first,â Eddie said as he watched his cock slip in and out of her hole that kept sucking him right back in. âAnd last,â Billy assured.
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Therapist!steddie x reader smut? (Naive reader) you can choose a storyline :)
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content: smut, bully!eddie, therapist!steve, power imbalance, cnc, unprotected piv, size kink, loss of virginity, innocent!reader, naive!reader, degradation, pussy spanking, orgasm control, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI
âdo you think that youâre learning, yn?â steve asks. âto forgive eddie, i mean.â he clarifies.
âyes, dr. harringtonâ you nod, smiling shyly. âi believe that iâve forgiven him.â you say, looking to the curly-haired man who has a permanent smirk playing on his lips.
âalright then⌠weâve got one more test of trust, and then weâll be done with these forgiveness lessonsâ he smiles. âeddie, go and sit on the couch, pleaseâ he instructs. eddie follows orders quickly, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. âremove your panties, ynâ steve orders.
you stand from the chair, shimmying your panties down your legs beneath your skirt as you hear eddie working his belt buckle. âtoday, i want you to sit on his cock. and let him use you as he pleases, okay?â dr. harrington smiles.
âokayâ you nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. you turn and see eddie stroking his thick cock. heâs already leaking precum, and the tip is red and angry. you walk over to him, setting your knee on the couch as you move to straddle him.
âface meâ steve corrects your positioning. youâre already nodding once more and turning around. eddie holds his cock in his right hand, grabbing your hip with his left to held guide you down on the thick shaft.
you whine as you sit slowly, squirming in slight discomfort at the burning stretch. âeddieâŚâ you gasp around a soft moan as heâs fully bottomed out.
âoh fuck babyâŚâ he groans, his head falling back against the couch. âyour little cunt is so tight⌠are you a virgin, princess?â he teases, reaching to rub gently at your swollen little clit.
âyeahâŚâ you mewl, nodding as your hips buck up against his hand. eddie and steve chuckle as the former kisses across your shoulder.
âthatâs too badâŚâ eddie pouts. âcus âm not gonna be gentleâ he growls. he takes your hips in a strong hold, holding you upright on his cock and forcing you to be still. âjust gonna sit here and use you like my own little fleshlight⌠and youâre gonna take it like a good girlâ he grunts.
âgood girlâ you moan dumbly as eddie begins moving you on his cock. true to his word, he uses you just like a fleshlight. his hands are gripping your hips tightly, doing all the work as he uses your pussy to massage his dick to an orgasm.
âyouâre so fucking tight⌠perfect for thisâ he groans, his hips bucking up as he slams you down on his cock. youâre unable to help the loud cacophony of moans spilling over your lips as his cock pounds your gspot. âthe perfect slut to use like a toy⌠i feel you clenching around me bitchâ he grunts, slapping your clit roughly. âdonât you dare cum before me.â
âyes, sir!â you shriek, clenching tighter in an attempt to hold off your orgasm. itâs not long before eddie is moaning louder, lifting you on and off of his cock faster.
you feel the muscle twitching inside your cunt, beginning to leak precum as eddie lets out a pretty whine. âiâm gonna cum babyâ he breathes in your ear, wrapping a hand around your throat as he pistons his hips into you. âgonna fill this slutty cunt up with my babies. take your panties home and make you leave here dripping with meâ he growls.
âpleaseâŚâ you whimper softly, searching for something to hold onto as your body begins to shake with pleasure. âi need to⌠pleaseâŚâ you whine dumbly as you finally settle on gripping his forearm.
âcum, bitchâ he growls, using his free hand to slap your clit once more. âsoak my cock while i pump you full of my babiesâ he growls, fucking you impossibly harder.
youâre unable to stop your screams, tears falling down your face as your hips buck erratically as you squirt on him. eddieâs groans can be heard behind you as he holds you still, fucking you through your orgasm until he presses up against your cervix, spraying his cum directly into your awaiting womb.
you whine softly as you fall back against his chest lazily. âthank you, eddieâŚâ you whisper softly.
âthank you, my little toyâ he taunts, patting your clit roughly a few times.
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Kiss it away, honey.
(s.h. x reader)
from the river to the sea. (get in your daily clicks, read about it, donate if you can.)
summary: you have a perfect and loving boyfriend, and everything should be great but something is just not right.
word count: 6.7k
warnings: use of y/n, no pronouns used (gn!reader), use of pet names (honey, etc), codependency, dark themes, a new flavor of jealousy, horror (spookies and scawies), gore, murder
a/n: yall remember when i was yapping about clones and all that? yeah. I went a lil feral while writing this lmaoâď¸đ¤Ş
another banger by @procrastinationprincesses and I on tumblr dot com. Thank her for listening to me babble on and just helping me sift through the different routes this could go and also being what is basically my proofreader
i might write a part two of this. do not ask me when.
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You havenât changed out of your work clothes yet, staring at the phone on the wall.Â
It was silent now but it had rung, blaring, louder than you'd ever heard it before. Five times it had rung.
5 callsâ 5 missed calls. Unknown number. No voicemail.
You hadn't picked up. You had just stared, you werenât sure whyâ the ringing scared you. you weren't sure why but every fiber in your being had coloured you stuckâ immovable even if you wanted to do otherwise.
Now it had stopped, empty as vacuum, dead quiet left in the wake of those shrill rings.
And just when you were about to let out a sigh of relief, just when you thought you could finally get to changing out of your work clothes, it started ringing again, your temples hurt from its shrill notes.Â
Your nostrils flared, you will not cower, no, you huff of frustration before stomping towards the phone. Its red plastic is just as bright as it had been when you had first gotten it with Steve.
It's probably just a prank call. It's a prank call. A stupid kid doing a stupid prank call. Why the hell is your heartbeat so loud?Â
You pick up the receiver, gripping it tight, ready to give the prank caller a piece of your mind.
Hello? Hey you stupid shithole, find something better to do with your stupid, pathetic life, why dont yaâ? Good fucking night.
âHeâ hello?â, your voice comes out nowhere near as fierce as you had wanted it to be.
The line is silent for a second or two. But then you hear a gasp and then some rustling, crackle. You strain your ears, the sounds seemingly impossible to decipher, âhello, whoâ who is this?â
You think you hear muffled crying, after a few seconds they finally speak up, ây/nâ, their voice is of a woman's. ây/nââ is all they choke out before breaking out into a sob. She says your name as if she hasn't said it in a long while, as if she can't believe sheâs saying it. And you donât know why but you feel your eyes sting. You press the receiver closer to your ears, the plastic creaks under your grip. you think you recognise her. The realisation hits you that you do. She sounds familiar.
ây/n, my baby whereââ you hear a click, followed by beep beep beep beep, indicating that the call has been disconnected. This time you blink, a tear finally trickles down your cheek. You stare at the receiver, the beeping barely audible. You take in a deep breath, and dial the number again, waiting for the ring or the womanâs voice.
The ring never comes, her voice never comes. Invalid number.
You stare at it. If you were to look any harder, you think the plastic would melt. Too many thoughts were running through your head. And why the hell are you crying?
You hear the jingle of keys followed by the sound of the door opening. You tear your burning gaze away from the phone to the clock. 7:08 p.m.Â
âSteve?â
âYeah!â he answers back immediately, you hear the door shut, the keys in his hand jingle again followed by the clink of them landing in the ceramic ashtray-turned-bowl next to the door where you keep your keys.Â
Any other day you would have walked to him, and even if heâd be in the middle of taking his shoes off heâd stop, give you a loving smile, hold his arms up, ready to engulf you into a hug. Any other day, you would have wrapped your arms around his torso, kissed his shoulder before burying your nose into his neck.Â
He is the only one who could ever fix you, everyday you come from work, bags under your eyes, tired to your bones and everyday he comes and puts you all back together as if it was the easiest thing to do, as if he was made for it. And you want to go to him so bad. Any other day, you would have. But today doesn't seem like any other day.Â
âHey honeyâ, he finally comes around the corner and he gives you that smile you love being on the receiving end of, all lazy and adorning, âhaven't changed out yet?âÂ
You look back down at yourself, and you see that you had still been stuck, body still facing the wall where the phone hung. you indeed haven't changed out yet. You barely shake your head before his brows scrunch up, âYou okay? Your eyes look all redâ
You blink before shaking your head, âUh, yeah, yeah. Iâll go chââ
Ring-ring. Ring-ring.
What you were saying is left abandoned, your head snaps towards where the phone is.Â
âIâll get it. You go change,â Steve tells you, not noticing your immediate panic. As he ambles to the phone, you slowly shuffle awayâ moving towards the bathroom, making sure to listen in on the conversation. âHello?â you hear him speak into the receiver, he pauses for a second and so do you in your tracks, â..oh hey, Henderson'', you breathe out in relief at hearing the familiar name, âYeah, yep, doing good. Howâs the new place treatinâ ya?â
The audibility of his words lessens as you continue on your way to the bathroom. In the small, tiled room, your own breathing echoes, it engulfs you. you immediately regret not just changing in your room because you can't hear Steveâs voice anymore. But you have already locked the door. You werenât sure why you didâ maybe it was your uneasiness and apprehension but normally you never lock the door because your ever clingy Steve loves joining you in, majority of the time there is nothing sexual about it. Most of the time he just stands there by the door, that same adorning smile on his lips.
When you step out of your jeans, it rings in your brain, again and again. The piercing ringing of the phone, the womanâs voice. You know that voice. You know that voice. You know that woman, you are certain. It is like its on the tip of your tongue, like it is obscured behind a frosted glass, like an itch you canât scratch.Â
A knock on the bathroom door breaks you out of your thoughts, âuh honey?â the voice comes muffled through the wood, âAre you done? Need to take a piss.â
âYeah, justââ you quickly hop into your shorts, balling up your dirty clothes and tossy them into the laundry basket before unlocking the door.Â
And he is there, that smile blooms across his face, âthere you areâ, and then his lips are on yours, his wide palm comes to hold your face, thumb rubbing softly at your cheeksâ heâs a tactile being, your boyfriend, loves holding your face, loves holding you, touching you anywhere.Â
When his fingers burrow into your hair behind your ear, you somehow manage to breathe out between the deepening kisses, âThought you had to take a pissâ
âDon't bring up pissing when Iâm kissing youâ
âOh, but its okay when you wanna hold my hand while pooping?â He once told you heâd hold your hand while pooping if youâd let himâ he had been absolutely drunk, maybe high off weedâ inebriated, really and didn't remember saying it the next day. you love to tease him about it. he groans at the mention.
âI was highâ, he whines, embarrassed, âI told you I didn't mean it.â
âDrunk words⌠sober thoughts, honey.â
âYou said it was endearingâ
âIt is endearing but still a weird thing to sayâ, you laugh all toothy and cute.
âWhatever, I gotta pissâ, he mumbles trying his best to hide his smile before moving you by your shoulders to swap places with you so itâs him who is in the bathroom. He shuts the door, the sound of the lock clicking never reaches your ears.
Youâre left alone with your thoughts again, and your smile fades awayâ youâre anxious, you know that much. Youâre not so sure of what exactly. You plop down on the edge of the bed, leg bouncing restlessly, finger tracing over the pattern of the sheets. The pillows and comforter are set up perfectly for the nightâ every morning Steve sets the bed while you shower knowing you always get frustrated with the task.Â
Your back sinks into the mattress, you breathe out, deep and slow, eyes closing on their own accord. You almost fall asleep for a second, but the bathroom door clicks open. A few seconds later, the bed dips beside you, the fabric rustles, âtired?â the question is followed by a groan. When you peak a look, you find him stretching out his arms beside you.
âAbsolutelyâ, you answer.
âYeah, me too,â he sighs out.
âWe still have to make food.â
He lets a frustrated groan tumble from his lips, âcan't we just have mac and cheese today?â
âŚ
The night goes by in a breeze, not a lot of talking.Â
The love is still there though, in the way that Steve holds the corner of the open cabinet door to make sure your head doesn't hit it, in the way he lets you sit on the countertop while waiting for the water to boil over, in the way you stare at him when you think he isn't looking, in the way you pull his hand over your lap and massage the tight muscles of his palm while he stirs the pot with his other hand.Â
You put on his favourite show when he plates the food, he makes sure to put some chives on your plate to make it look a little more pretty for you. You watch the show in silence, eating under the flickering light of the tv. You let it play in the background while you wash the dishes, it is Steve who watches you this time, his head resting against the cabinets behind him. and he thinks he could watch you all day. Something about doing the most mundane things with you makes him feel all warm and lovely. He is sure that past anything grand and dramatic, its the everyday things that show love. He hopes in every world, he gets to hold you and love you. He thinks he'll give it all up just to be with you, just to watch you wash dishes, just to have you sit beside him while he cooks.
When the dishes are done, he makes sure the doors are locked, you turn off the lights and the TV. Before you know it youâre in bed, and before you know it, youâre already falling asleep.Â
âŚ
At first you werenât sure why you were awake. Then you hear shuffling behind you, and you barely even roll over when there is a warm hand on your hip, âhoney,â he whispersâ voice all scratchy and low that makes you melt, you hum for a response, âIâm sorry honey, wake up pleaseâ, his tone is slightly rushed, youâre a bit more awake at that.Â
Barely did you sit up when he engulfs you in a tight hug. You hold him back without a thought or hesitation. Your hand rubs his back, his arms tighten around you, nose nudging into your neck, his skin warm. your fingers find their place in his messy head of hair like they always do, you card through the strands. He pulls you closer, and then you're in his lap. He holds you like a boy holds his favourite toyâ like he doesn't plan on letting go.
âWant some water?â After some time you ask softly. You feel him nod into the junction of your neck.
He loosens his hold on you enough for you to climb out of his lap. Not saying a word, he follows you to the kitchen, and he stays close when you pour him a glass. He is mid-gulp when you ask, ânightmare?â
He nods once, the rogue strands on his forehead bouncing with the movement, and downs the water before saying a soft âyeahâ.You take the glass from his hands and place it in the sink, and lead him back to bed.Â
You brush aside his disheveled hair. You tuck yourself into his side, an arm around him, âwanna talk about it?â you ask softly, fringernails scratching his faint stubble.
In the dim of the room, you see his adam's apple bob. Apparently, he does want to talk about it, because he nodsâ the movement barely noticeable but there. You put your head back on his chest and you wait patiently, trying your best not to fall back to slumber.
It takes him a while before he starts, âYou wereâŚâ his hand moves to hold yours, âyou were sickâin the hospital, these wires and tubes attached to you. Y-You had been there for months. You were sick and you wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't even look at me. Andâ andâŚ. Then theâ the damn heart monitorââ
âHoneyââÂ
His words are frantic and uneven, âI didntâ I didnt know what to do after. I didnâtââ
âSteveââ you hold his face to make him look at you, âI'm here.â
He licks his lips, then swallows, nodding. he pushes his face forward so your foreheads are touching. âI know", his nose is hot against yours, "it was still awful.â
You both lay that way for a while. Your thumb brushing against his red cheek, he sniffles a couple times. you hate seeing him this way, with his lashes clumped together, his beautiful eyes all red. The moisture glistening under his eyes doesn't let you fawn over his freckles like you'd normally wish to.
When his skin is a little less warm, and his heartbeat calmer beneath your fingertips, you kiss him. Your hand snakes up to hold his face. Fingers, softly rubbing over the spot behind his ear that makes him melt. You kiss him all slow and purposefully, so he knows that he has all the time in the world.
When you pull away, he murmurs, âCan we go back to sleep?â he pulls you closer, face burying into your neck, warm puffs of breath against your collarbones.
You land a quick kiss on his eyebrow before resting your chin above his head, ââcourseâ
...
You wake up to the alarm clock on Steveâs side of the bed. He turns off the thing before rolling around in your arms onto his back and then turning his head to face you. âHiâ, he smiles that way again and you do the same, sleepy as ever.
âHiâ, you say still half asleepâ you ended up not getting a lot of sleep last night. Thankfully you had the day off today, so you plan on being unproductive and sleeping it away.
He stretches, a yawn escaping him, âJesus, I so don't wanna go to work todayâ, your boyfriend laments.
You hum, âthen don't goâ you propose, eyes still closed, âWe can both have a day offâ
He turns his body so it faces you, leaning on his elbow. His hand moves to your waist before massaging the love handle there âhmm, tempting. I can't thoughâ
âNo funâ, you mumble groggily.
âHey, don't fall asleep on meâ, he brushes the hair that falls on your face with the back of his hand.
"But âm sleepy", you mumble into the pillow.
"Aw, don't worry, I will kiss it away, honey." He leans down, a smirk painted across his features. His soft lips land on your cheeks first, then one on your nose, they follow a trail that leads to your lips.
You hide your face in the pillow before your lips could meet though, âNo, No kissing!â you giggle, holding up your palm to his face, effectively blocking his attacks, âno kissing before brushing your teeth!"
âYou're no funâ, he rolls out of the twist of sheets. He stretches his arms, the muscles rippling beneath the skinâ he's trying to entice you, seduce you. and if you weren't so damn sleepy, you would have climbed him up like a koala. He gets up to go to the bathroom. When he notices that you haven't moved, he pulls you by your ankle. You let out a surprised shriek that transforms into giggles when you feel his fingers creeping up your torsoâ tickling you. âHere comes the tickle monster!âÂ
A fit of giggles erupts from your throat, "What are youâ", your question gets interrupted by your own laughs.
"The tickle monster will not relent unless you wake up!"
âNo! Okay, okay, I'm awake! Steve! I am awake!â
The two of you share the cramped space of the bathroom. It is small, but its the best you could afford. So when you brush your teeth together, you try to relish it when your elbows bump. And when you're done, he kisses you as if he waited ages.Â
By now, you're a bit more awake so you decide to get his breakfast ready while he takes a shower. It's simple enough, waffles with banana and some coffee. When he comes back out, he kisses you again when he sees you at the stove, this time on the crown of your head.
When he is getting his keys to leave, he gives you another peck, âdrive safe", you murmur against his lips..
âI will. You get some sleep, yeah?â you hum and nod in response. You both bid your goodbyes before he turns to leave.
You decide to eat the leftover waffles and clean up a little before returning to your bed. You make yourself a plate with the bananas neatly cut and placed beside the waffles. You drizzle maple syrup, and then start eating the sickly sweet breakfast, skipping the coffee. While you're pouring yourself a second helping of the maple syrup, the expiration date on the bottle catches your eye. expired more than a year ago. ew.Â
Your face scrunches in disgust before immediately throwing it in the trash. And you wonder how the hell either of you hadn't gotten food poisoning yet. then it hits you, from what you remember you bought that bottle only a couple months ago. Did you buy an already expired one?
You open the fridge, the condiments and bottles staring at you. One by one, you check each and every one; ketchup, expired. Hot sauce, expired. Whipped cream, chocolate sauce, milkâ expired, expired, expired.Â
What the fuck?
You throw it all out and make a point to call Steve later to buy everything as he often calls to ask if you had to get something from the store. And that makes you wonder, when was the last time you actually told him he needed to get something?
You try not to think too much about it. Honestly, you don't know what to make of it, so you decide to go back to sleep.
âŚ
You hear your name. Its faint. It echoes. Like a whisper in a church.
ây/nâ, you know that voice. âIâ I know youâre there, y/nâ, the woman says, all shaky but sure. ây/nâ, she repeats. Its that voice⌠again.Â
Who are you?
âIts me, y/n! Its me!â she exclaims as if that would make you remember.
I don't ... understand.
âBaby, just tell me where you areâ I'll find you.â
Iâm home.
âHome? Noâ no baby, youâre not. You haven't been homeââ her voice gets cut off. It becomes too loud. You feel as if the veins in your temple are going to explode. Its too loud to even tell what it is youâre hearing. Its a static like a radio or a TV, or maybe its wind, maybe its cars, maybe its screams. You think you hear sirensâ you wonder if theyâre the police or an ambulance. You hear your own breathing, your own heartbeat. Its deafening. And beneath it all, you hearâŚ.. Ringing.
Ring-ring. Ring-ring.Â
Your eyes fling open and you see your ceiling, you smell the faded mixture of your perfume and Steve's cologne. Youâre in your bed. You still hear the ringing. The phone.
You are up in a second. Rushing towards the origin of the sound. When youâre there, you dont wait a second, the plastic is already to your ear.
âHellâ hello?â it comes out all out of breath and broken.
âHoney, youâreâ you okay?â its not the voice of that woman.
â...Steve?â
âWho else?â, he chuckles, âyou okay?â
âUhâ yeah,âyou clear your throat, âI was umâ sleeping. I think I just had a dream..â your hand creeps up to the back of your neck, scratching there to try to alleviate a little bit of the ache.
âOh, well okay sleepy. I just wanted to check if you need me to buy anything? Like, groceries or whatever on my way back.â you give him the entire list of everything you wanted him to get. You would've talked more if Steve hadn't been interrupted by a customer. Nevertheless, you said your 'I love you's and the call ended.
Your heart is still loud in your ears but the ache has dulled down for the most part.
that voice. that woman.Â
Its me.Â
Iâll find you.Â
You haven't been home.
"Home..", you say out loud to yourself. Home.
...
Hours have passed. you think youâre losing your mind because you have turned the apartment upside down. you're surrounded by boxes, most of them filled with normal things, your tattered rollerskates, shoes, old clothes. Most of it was normal, except one.
One unlabeled box you found in the corner of your closet. You haven't touched that box in ages, not since your fallout with your family, lying out of sight and out of mind. It didn't have a lot, all packed in a hurry. things you'd had in your room. picture frames, some books, clothes, papers.
You pick up a frame. The picture was from when you were a twelve-year-old. Wearing what were your favourite clothes back then, your hair in a manner that made you feel a little sorry. You're so different now, yet somehow its still you. There's your older sister, her braces glimmering under the flash of the old cameraâ her smile wide. Your dad, who doesn't ever know how to pose in pictures. Your mom, she holds you and your sister by your shoulders, a soft smile on her lips, her makeup done perfectly. Another picture from your high school. Another of you with your sister and cousins.Â
You pull out the books, the pages are slightly yellowed and they have an earthy smell to them that you love. Pages you don't remember reading, dog-eared and written in.
Then there's the papersâ some doodles, some notes, a few maps, some scraps and then.... a file. the file that has your name written on it. And when you open it; medical papers. medical bills. They are a little more than a year old. This wasn't a small stay apparently. From what you can tell from the dates on the bills, it lasted months. You don't remember going to the hospital.
Okay, what the actual fuck?
You find yourself reading through all the details of the paper on the floor of your closet.
months. you had been there for months. Steve's dream.
The entire time, you read and re-read the papers. Why don't you remember any of this? Why does Steve not remember any of this? Maybe he does, he had that dream after all, right? Why are there no discharge papers?
Hours pass. It's maddening, how slow the time passes. Its absolutely maddening. What the fuck does it mean that you haven't been home? You are home. and who the fuck was that woman?
You look through the box again, its contents scattered around you by now. The photos. Your family. Your parents. You miss them. You haven't seen them in so long...
Some broken memories have come to you. You had leftâ run away. You don't remember why. Then you met Steve when you were stopping by in Hawkins for a few months. You fell in love so quickly. Then one day, you asked if he wanted to run away with you. He said yes and you both left Hawkins and came here.
You don't remember much after that.
Wait, where is hawkins? and why did you go there?
...
It is 7 p.m. and you are pretty sure you have lost your mind. Why isn't Steve home yet? You need Steve. He's the only one who could ever fix you. And now, you need him to fix you again. You need him to fix this, to make some sense of this.
You are sitting by the door, eyes fixated on the hands of the clock.
7:01, nothing. Your arms fidget.
7:02, nothing. Your leg bounces.
7:03, 7:04, 7:05, 7:06, 7:07; nothing, nothing, nothing.
Then, 7:08 p.m., rattle of keys and the sound of the door being closed. Steve. Steve is home. Steve.
You're up on your feet instantly, Steve comes in holding a bag of groceries in one hand and his keys in the other, âI was so worried about you!â you say all hysterical.
âWorried, why?" he says, almost chuckling, but his brows furrow before he looks down at his wristwatch, shaking his head,"I don't think Iâm late.â He leans in to land a kiss on your lips, but before he could do so, you turn your head away, âwhatsâ whats wrong?â
âCan I ask you something?â you wrap your arms around your torso to somehow collect your thoughts a little better.Â
"Sure", he assures before moving to put the grocery bag on the beige kitchen counter.Â
You follow behind him with hurried steps, "When did we buy groceries before this?"
He starts taking out the groceries, "um.. I don'tââ he pauses, looking up as if trying to remember himself, âlast month probably?" Confusion paints his face, "why?"
"All the stuff in our fridge had gone bad ages ago."
"What?"
âHave you talked to your friends recently? Where are they?â All your attempts to collect your thoughts are all for nought as questions come tumbling out of your lips and you don't even wait for Steve to give a response.
âHoney, why are youââ
âOkay, okayâ what about that nightmare you had?â
âNightmare?â he echoes, brows scrunching together as if he had no idea what you were talking about, âwhat nightmare?â he asks like he hadn't cried in your arms the previous night.
âLast night! You had a nightmare that I was in a hospital andâ and then I was looking through our closet and I find these medical billsâ
âWoah, honey. I didnât have a nightmare. I think I'd remember something like that.. Andâ what bills?â
Your feet are moving before he even finishes his sentence, you grab the bundle of papers, you show him everything. And he just... stares at them. After some time, all that comes out of his mouth is a âwhat the fuck...â under his breath.
âI don't understand Steve, I don't remember, you don't remember. And there was this call yesterdayââ
âCall? whatâ from who?â
âFromâ â you pause, trying to remember, â Iâ I dontâŚâ from who? And then you feel everything you had recalled leaving you. Who called you? What was Steve's nightmare?Â
âI don't remember!" you exclaim, frustrated, "why doâ I'm soâ I'm scared Steve. Iâmââ
âHey, it's okay. you have me honey, you have meâ, he holds you by your shoulders, to provide you some semblance of comfort, "we'll figure something out.â
âSteveâŚ.â, you mumble, tears starting to collect on your lash line, âsomething's not right SteveâŚâ
âIts okay..â
âNo, noâ I dontâ I keep forgetting stuff. Why don't I remember anything?â
âHey, honeyââ
âAnd whatever I do remember; none of it makes senseâ nothing makes sense!"
âIts okayââ
âDo not tell me to breatheââ, âbreathe for meââ you warn him the exact same time he says it.
You have lost it. You have lost your mind. Eyes wide, you ask, âWhy do I already know what youâre going to say? How is thatâ â
âHey, hey look at meâ, he holds your face in his warm palms, âBreathe for meâ, he instructs, âplease honey.â
âSteveâ, you pull his hands away from your face not because you don't want him to hold you. You do, you want him to hold you forever, but dammit, you feel like youâre going crazy, âwhere did we meet?â
âHoneyââ
âWhere did we meet?â
âFamily video! We met in Family Video! You just came in one day and asked if I could help you pick out a movie to lift your mood upâ
âWhere is family video? Like, what town? Whâ what state?â
â..Hawkins, Indianaâ
âSteve.. There's no town named Hawkins in Indianaâ
âOf course therââ
âNoâ no. You can look in a map steve. There was a map in one of those boxes. No town named Hawkins. And thenâ those papers...â you gesture towards the papers in his hand. You stand there, impatiently so, as he scans over the papers once again. For a split second, you think you see a tinge of recognition in his eyes.
âWhat does it mean, Steve? Then your dream last nightââ, he hands you the papers before turning towards the door.
âSteve, hey, steve!â He heads towards the apartment door. âSteve, come back here!â he doesn't stop, doesn't even spare a glance, his movement robotic. Your voice gets louder, more authoritative, angry âSteve! Come back here right the hell now.â
He doesn't stop, not for his keys, not to tie his shoes. Not for you. Tears cloud your vision and your words come out all desperate and weak, âSteve please! Please don't leave me..â
The door slams shut. Its loud, the silence after it.Â
âNo..â you whimper to yourself. Tears, finally streaming down your face.
He'll come back, you know he'll come back, sooner or later. Heâll come back to you. Steve wouldn't leave you. He couldn't.
You wait by the door. hours pass. You fall asleep waiting for him.
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You wake up to the smell of something sweet in the air. When you open your eyes, youâre on the couch. But you don't have time to think about whether your neck will hurt for the rest of the day because Steve is there, standing over the stoveâ his back facing you.Â
âSteve?â your voice comes out croaky.
âYâwake baby?â he turns to take a glance at you. The furrow between his brows you saw the previous night gone. He smiles softly when you nod dumbly at the rhetorical question, âWell brush your teeth Iâm making pancakesâ
âSteve..âÂ
He notices that you donât move, your gaze fixed on him. âHey, what's wrong?â he leaves the batter he was working on on the counter before walking towards you, âYou okay?â
âIâm sorryâ
He kneels down infront of you, holding your hands in hisâ he smells like vanilla from up this close, âSorry, for what?â
âYesterday⌠I didn't mean to upset you. I justâ I wasââ
âWhat would I be upset for?â
âLast night.. Iââ
âbaby, Iâm not upsetâ
âBut you just left and..â you sniffle, âwhen did you come back?â
âI didn't leave. I was here the entire timeâ, he shook his head, confused.
âButâ I⌠â
âI think you had a dream honey. Freshen up, kay? Iâll bring breakfast. I think we should rot in bed the entire day today. Get some sleep. Howâs that sound, honey?â
You nod, he smiles as he pulls you in for a quick kiss, âGood thing we both have the day offâ thank jesus for sundaysâ
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7:08 p.m. that is what Steve's wristwatch reads and he is standing at your apartment door. Steve isn't sure why he is back. He isn't sure why he left. Maybe he needed some time. And spending nearly an entire day alone... he remembers things. things he wishes he could forget again.
Although Steve is unsure about a lot of things. one thing is for certain. He loves you. He loves you like he was made for it... and he was.
He was made for loving you and not loving you is not living. He's been there before, not having you to love, he remembers the torture of it. You still don't recall it yet and he doesn't want you to, but he does. He remembers it all. All the hurt, the loneliness, the grief, the silence.
The grief that was too much to bear. Silence was unbearable when it wasn't mixed with your heartbeat.
When he turns the door handleâ the door isn't locked. He steps in slowly.
He can hear the TV playing, you're on the couch. there's someone else with you. Its him.
Steve watches as he sits between your thighs on the couchâ his place, your fingers playing with his hair. He readjusts his head as if canât quite find a comfortable spot, âYou okay?â you ask as gently as you always do.
âUh, yeah its justââ he sounds just like him, âI just have this nick in my neckâ, he says rubbing the back of his neck.
âHere, let meâŚâ you mumble sweetly as your expert fingers move to where he said it ached.
He sees you dig that spot a little with your thumb, âAh, thanks honeyâ he almost melts, and it makes him groan the way that always drew a groan out of Steve.
Steve doesn't mind you made him, you probably didn't even know you did, you're powerful like that. But Steve feels something bubble inside himâ maybe this is what jealousy feels like. Steve watches, watches as you touch him. He digs his nails into his palm, he feels the urge to touch where you are touching him. He wonders what he would feel when his thumb would run over that area.
His fingers rise on their own accord. Skin barely touching skin, almost hovering. And then he feels⌠a bump. He isn't sure how to describe it but he knows that that isn't supposed to be there. Not normally, anyway.
He watches as your expert fingers move up into his hair, he always loved when you did that to him.Â
His own fingers move higher into his hair. He feels anotherâ another protrusion, another bump.
Steve knows what those are, he knows not to press down on them. You have them too. You have them where he holds you when he kisses you. Its the reason you don't remember, its the reason he didn't remember. Just for a day, he didn't have you to hold him like the way you always do and now he remembers.
Steve watches as he leans down to kiss you. And all Steve sees is red. He doesnât have control over him as he stomps over to where the two of you were. Your heads snap towards the sound. Confusion flashes through both your features.
ây/nâ, Steve says. He watches as your eyes flick between himself and the other. Your eyes land on his. Of course you know he is the real Steve. You made him.
He holds a protective hand infront of you, ây/nâ, he sounds like him, ây/n, get insideâ, he nods towards your bedroom door.Â
âLook, man I dont know who the fuck you are. But you need to leaveâ, Steve hates him, he sounds nothing like him. objectively that might not be true, but he isn't him.
âYou don't know who I am? Fucking look at me"
ây/n get insideâ, Steve doesn't like how he says your name, how he shouts it. It sounds nothing like him.Â
Steve lets you go, he doesnât want you to see this.Â
You can't look away despite not being able to see much through the sliver of the slightly ajar bedroom door. It is only when he lands a punch on Steve, that you move away from the doorâ eyes closing on themselves.
You hear shouts. Then thuds, knuckles hitting jaws. Some more thuds and then a loud crack. Then nothing. Its becomes too quiet.Â
You quietly step even further away from the door when you hear footsteps approaching, until you feel your back hit the wall.Â
The hinges of the slightly ajar door creak. and he is there. Your Steve.
He has a split lip, bruises blooming on his cheekbones. Blood splattered on his jeans, on his hands, his arms. He lifts his arm to wipe his bleeding lip, more so smearing the blood in the process. Your eyes water, heartbeat too damn loud in your ears, eyes wide as a doe.
âIt's Steve. your Steveâ, he reassures you, holding your face by your chin. From up this close, the blood on him doesn't look quite like blood. Its too dark, too shiny, more viscous than it should be and it doesn't seem to clot. âIâm gonna take care of you, okay?â
âBut you already know that. dont you, honey?â Steve coos oh so gently as he thumbs over your cheeks to rid you of the tear stains. He feels sorry when the action instead makes the blood on his hands smear across your skin. He regrets it immediately, to have tainted you with it. He is sorry you have to see all this, to see him like this.
Steve knows he'll give it all up for you. If he ever had something to give, he would give it all up, just like you did.
Ring-ring. Ring-ring.
âIt's for you, honey.â
He moves aside so you can go to the phone. It rings loud as it did earlier. You move past the kitchen, you don't see himâ not entirely. He is on the floor, you see his hand around the corner of the kitchen counter, lifeless, a pool of that blood surrounding him. The corner of the kitchen counter drips with the liquid, forming a stark contrast against the light beige.
You move past the kitchen counter, eyes not daring to look at him or Steve, you don't turn around to see if Steve is there watching. You know he is.
You move to the bright red phone that is still ringing, blaring. You pick it and hold it up to your ear, âhello?â
âyâ y/n? y/n itsâ it's meâ, that woman says. And somehow, now, you know who she is. âit's me, do youââ
âMom?â you say it before you even realise you did.
âOh my goodness! Yes baby, it'sâ it's me!â
âIâm sorry mom, I had to.â
ây/n, whatââ
âI have to go now.â
ây/n, noâ no. Please don't hang upââ click.
âThere you go honey", you feel Steve's warm hands on your shoulder, he rubs into the tense muscles thereâ surely staining your shirt with the liquid, "there you go."
You turn around and you see his eyes-- beautiful coffee coloured things, moles littered across his skin just the way you've memorized to heart. That smile, adorning and warm as ever. He holds you like he always does, thumb on your cheek, palm holding your face.Â
He holds you like he was made for it. Your cheek fit perfectly in his palm as if you were made for him. You were made for each other.
You lean in closer and then your lips meet. It isn't hard and fast. Its slow and deep. Like you have all the time in the world, and you do.
When you pull apart and look at him, its just him. Your Steve.
You don't even remember what it was you had been worried about. All you see is Steve, all you feel is Steve. Your lover, your home, your family, your everything. It's all Steve.
You smile up at Steve and everything is right. The blood he had smeared on you was gone. The counter was clean. He was gone. Everything is right, once again.
"So", he starts, walking towards the stove, "what are we feelin' today? pancakes with blueberries, strawberries, or plain ol' choco-chip?"
"Is there an âall of the aboveâ option?"
"For you? always."
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Devil Worshipping Cultists Steve & Eddie x Virgin Sacrifice Fem!Reader
ADVISORY: This story contains dark content. Relevant tags are posted below the cut. Proceed only if youâre comfortable consuming content with intense themes and violent imagery. The canon is essentially flipped upside down (no pun intended) with Eddie and Steve behaving as villains in this story.
Eddie and Steve are the villains this story. They are depicted as the kind of devil-worshiping deviants the people of Hawkins accuse Eddie of being. In this story, âHellfire,â lives up to its name, with Eddie and Steve as a pair of friends who use their âdevotion,â to Satan as an excuse to carry out sinister actions.
Additional content warnings: words like bitch and cunt are used as insults against reader. Reader is touched against her will and a knife appears briefly. Readerâs virginity is mocked, as well as her desire to abstain from sex. She is threatened with assault. Misogyny, men being bastards, religious themes (Satan, a church, devil worship). And in the end, the bastards payâŚ
Eddie Munsonâs eyes lick over you sinisterly. âSheâs pretty and sheâs a virgin?â he huffs, obviously pleased with your âcredentials.â âLooks like you hit the jackpot with this one, Steve.â
You hear Steve Harrington, your âboyfriend,â chuckle softly behind you. Youâre tempted to turn and face him, but you refuse. He has betrayed you, completely. After three months of dating who you thought was a normal, nice young man, Steve allowed his true personality to emerge. He and his twisted friend Eddie have brought you to a remote location against your willâŚan abandoned, decaying church. You canât say for certain what their plans for you are, but itâs obvious they intend to harm you.
Eddie slides a fingertip under your chin, tilting your face upward. Dying sunlight streams through a window on the ceiling. Its rose-tinted glass casts a haunting glow over the room. âSee that?â Eddie asks, pointing to the window. âUp there? Thatâs the only way out of this room-.â He glances mischievously at Steve. â-For her, anyway,â he laughs, then to you, âSo unless youâve got a set of wings I donât know about...â Eddie moves behind you and abruptly tugs the collar of your shirt downward, splitting the fabric down your back. ââŚNope, no wings,â he confirms. Eddieâs eyes feel like snakes slithering over your exposed skin. ââŚI guess that means youâre dying tonight,â he concludes.
As quickly as it appeared, Eddieâs dark expression turns crudely joyful, a maniacal laughter bursting from inside him. âMâjust fucking with you, sweetheart!â he clarifies, but it does nothing to tame the tension in the room. âSomething in you is going to die tonight,â Eddie adds, his voice a taunting lilt. âThat much is trueâŚâ
Steveâs hands close over your shoulders, a familiar touch that had once felt protective. Now, you realize that every gesture of softness, every gentle word from him, has been a lie. Steveâs voice is chillingly calm as he explains: âYour innocence is dying, tonight.â You force yourself to willingly look at Steve. His hazel eyes are filled with a false sincerity. He never cared for you, at all.
Assuming you donât understand whatâs being implied, Eddie chimes in. âWeâre taking your virginity tonight, (y/n).â You shake your head at Steve, whose flat expression betrays any sense of remorse. âWhy?â you ask, your voice breaking. âIs this because I made you wait?? Because Iâm saving that experienceâŚhaving sexâŚfor my wedding night??â
Eddie laughs out loud at your words; he finds your standards of morality equal parts hilarious and pathetic.
âChrist, Steve!â he chortles. âWhereâd you find this one? Behind a pulpit??â
âTrust me (y/n),â Steve tells you. âEddie and I arenât doing this because you wouldnât sleep with me the whole time we were dating. I could have taken what I wanted from you anytime during those three months.â Steveâs lips pout down at you; heâs mocking you now, just like Eddie. âBesides,â Steve continues. âItâs not like I wasnât fucking around with other bitches the whole time, (y/n). Girls who didnât have one damn problem spreading their legs for meâŚâ
Eddie slaps Steveâs back in a toxic, macho sort of congratulation. âThatâs my boy,â he sings. âNow, letâs get to the best part, Steve.â
Eddie reaches for the front of your shirt and yanks it down, revealing your breasts blooming over a push-up bra. âWell how about that??â he balks. âWhat kind of virgin wears sexy shit like that under her clothes?â
You glare at Eddie. âBelieve it or not, women wear clothes for themselves,â you bite back. âNot everythingâs for men and especially not you, asshole!â
Eddie shudders, pretending to be intimidated. âMy apologies, y-your highness, your l-ladyship,â he stutters, holding his palms in front of him in surrender. âYou got me. Iâll change my ways, I swear.â
Eddieâs open hands close suddenly over your breasts, clutching them firmly, pulling a shocked gasp from your lips. ââŚBut not today,â he grins smugly, continuing to grope you. âNow tell me, did Stevie here at least make it to second base?â
Steve blows a drawn-out raspberry. âNot a chance,â he jeers. âThis bitch is as uptight as they come. Barely let me put my tongue in her fuckinâ mouth.â Steve cups your cheek in his hand, making you flinch. âIsnât that right, baby?â he murmurs, closing the space between you, the tip of his nose nuzzling yours. âYou and those fucking standards of yoursâŚBut I guess in the end, all your stupid morals made you the best sacrifice of allâŚâ
You lurch back from Steve, right into Eddieâs arms, unfortunately. He spins you around to face him, a sadistic glimmer in his eyes when he speaks. âThatâs right (y/n), weâre sacrificing your purity tonight,â Eddie explains. âAnd the fact that youâre a goody-two shoes little cunt actually makes it all the better.â
âWhat are you talking about?â you snap. âSacrificing my purity? Who the hell talks like that? Fucking weirdos-â
âDONâT-,â Eddie shouts, shoving a finger at you. â-DISRESPECTâŚthe RITUAL.â His eyes are like fire; Eddie is seething. âDONâT-disrespect-HIMâŚâ
The sunlight has faded completely by this point. The only illumination in the room is coming from Eddieâs lighter, a thin flame twitching in his unsteady grip.
You stare stone-faced at Steve, your Judas Iscariot, your betrayer, the man whose lies outshine even his beauty. The window blinks above you, lightning flashing nearby.
âSatan,â Steve utters in a low, reverent tone. As if on cue in a cheesy horror movie, thunder rumbles outside the church.
You roll your eyes at Steve, earning you an even harsher glare from Eddie. âSatan?â you parrot back at Steve. âAs in, the Devil? Are you serious?â
â-Is this fucking serious enough for you?â Eddie shouts. He pulls a pocket knife from his pants and juts its tip against your throat. âThis is how it has to happen. We prayed to Satan, and He told us.â
âTold you what?â you sneer. âThat if you fucked a virgin in the sanctuary of an old church, the Devil will give you magic powers or something? You really believe in that kind of shit?â
âYeah,â Steve says, tugging your arm towards him. âBecause itâs real. And youâre about to find out how real it is.â
He yanks you by the wrist, ordering you onto the ground . A bolt of lightning crackles outside, close enough that it makes Steve and Eddie jump. The brief pulse of light illuminates the three of you, and maybe Eddieâs imagining it, but he could swear your eyes lookâŚdifferent. Darker, somehow.
He assumes itâs just a shadow, a trick of the light, and tries to ignore it. Steve pulls at your arm again, trying to force you onto the floor. But you wonât budge. He canât understand how youâre fighting him; heâs clearly stronger than you are. Thunder shakes the ground beneath your feet, a low hum bellowing from below as if the earth itself is groaning.
âYou hear that?â Eddie asks excitedly, his pulse racing. âItâs Him, Steve. Itâs fucking Him!â
Wind whips around the old church, its wooden beams creaking like tired bones. Eddieâs lighter begins to flicker in and out; he curses and smacks it against his palm, trying again.
When the flame ignites, its amber glow illuminates only Steve and Eddieâs faces. You appear to have vanished.
âWhere the fuck did she go?? She was right-â
â-Well you were the one holding her fucking arm, Steve-how should I-.â
âHEY!â you call from behind the pulpit. Both men whip their bodies to face you, another burst of lightning revealing their wide eyes gazing up at yours.
âH-how did you do that?â Steve asks, his voice wavering. Eddie shakes the bewilderment from his mind, now even more determined to see his plan through. âYou little bitch,â he growls. âI donât know how you did that, how you got up there that fast, but youâre still ours, and weâre still in control!â
Eddie starts for the podium, but finds himself frozen, unable to move an inch. His eyes go wide as saucers, fear washing over his face.
âYou both look so small from up here,â you tell them, leaning over the pulpit, your breasts pressed against it. âSmall and weak. Pathetic, actually.â
Eddie smacks Steveâs shoulder, telling him to grab you; but try as he might, Steve is frozen in place as well.
The glow from Eddieâs lighter flicks in and out as his hand shakes uncontrollably. âWhat the hell is this?â Steve asks in a small, timid voice. But Eddie has no answer to give him.
âAll those hours the two of you spent praying,â you speculate, getting high on their fear. âI wonder who you were actually praying to? Because it certainly wasnât meâŚâ
Steveâs jaw goes slack, sweat dripping from his hairline. Eddie wants to knowâŚhas to know, if what youâre implying is true. âLâŚLord,â he begins tentatively, his voice trembling. âI had no idea-we-had no idea, it was You-.â
âSILENCE,â you order, and Eddieâs lips seal shut. âBow to your Master, if itâs Satan you praise. Or can you not bring yourself to kneel at the feet of a woman?â A dry laughter rumbles from your chest, filling the room with heat, rattling the churchâs bony frame.
Steve and Eddie tremble beneath you. Lightning strikes above the church; you watch its glare in the ceiling window, how it floods the terrified faces of the men at your feet. A tall tree beside the church is struck; it catches fire immediately.
âYou bastards would need a taste of Hell, to understand how sick you are,â you tell Steve and Eddie. âTherefore, itâs what Iâll give you.â
The tree collapses against the roof of the church, setting it ablaze. Eddie and Steve whirl their heads to see it, but their feet are still stuck in place.
You remain calm, as if the decrepit old building isnât going up like a box of matchsticks around you. âLegend says,â you preach to the men. âThat the Devil wears a suit and tieâŚâ You lean forward against the pulpit, your black eyes glaring down at them. ââŚBut sometimes, She wears a push-up braâŚâ
A beam of rotting wood detaches from the ceiling, falling directly in front of Steve and Eddie, blowing dust and smoke into their eyes. As they cough and sputter and try to make out the shape of you behind the pulpit, they realize youâve vanished. Panic seizes them both as flames draw closer and closer to the place their feet are locked, immovable. Sweat pours down their faces, eyes wide with tears that evaporate as soon as they form. The heat is suffocating, clogging their throats, smoke filling their lungs to burstingâŚ
âŚAnd just as the first touch of fire licks at their skin, it STOPS.
Eddie and Steve are laying in the field outside the church, their backs burning, bits of clothing singed off around them. They gulp the fresh air into their mouths, weeping tears that can finally fall, drinking in the rain as it begins to cascade above them.
They watch the church, as the last of its pillars and beams are consumed by fire, brought down to its foundation. Rain puts out the flames remaining, as darkness swallows the area once more. Smoke rises like a prayer to Heaven, along with the tearful utterances of two men forever changed in one night, asking God to forgive them, two sinners grateful to still be breathingâŚ
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Oh goodie! Pt.1 [cherry pies, vanilla, and cigars]
18+ MDNI
Pairing: Older!Eddie Munson x innocent!nerdy!reader (afab!reader) x Older!Steve Harrington
Wordcount: 5.4k
Summary: being a latchkey child, you are used to being alone. So when your parents announced that your whole family is moving to Hawkins, you paid them no mind and just packed up your bags. What you are not expecting was that the house that your family just bought comes with two neighbours that are in dire need to have you in any way.
Trigger Warnings: [this chapter: manipulation. Gaslighting. Fingering. Titty sucking. Taking advantage of readerâs vulnerable state.] she/her pronouns. DUBCON. NONCON. 100% FILTH. Smut. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it). Hidden relationships. Age gap. Cream pie. Size kink. Degradation. Corruption. Choking/slapping (in a pleasurable way). Pet names (no use of y/n). Fingering. Squirting. Overstimulation. Public sex. Non-consented Recording.
Authorâs note: hello hello~ sorry for the long wait! Steddie are now on the move~! As usual, thank you so much for your support on my first fanfic ever! And sorry in advance for the grammar mistakes as English is not my first language. Not betaâd as well (we die like Nanamâ *gets mugged in Shibuya arc*) Enjoy! đ

âHi..?â Ever so softly,you whispered and let it hang onto the air. Both men just looking at you with wide eyes and an expression that you arenât sure if its embarrassment because they know you have heard what they were talking about or they just donât expect a woman like you to be in front of their door around this time. Both of them staring at you with intensity, making you unconsciously grab the boxes a little bit tighter,feeling your palms sweat before turning your head away slightly to try and ease the warmth that is slowly creeping up your body from being ogled openly. One of the them,the one with thick,luscious hair ran his eyes all over you,unconsciously biting his bottom lip. The other,arms littered with tattoos,doing the same thing, holding such intense stare that you cannot stand it anymore which made you clear your throat and snap them out of their trance.
âHi..?â The tattooed man answered,also clearing his throat before leaning against the door frame. Taking a deep breath, he looks like he is about to say something before closing his mouth again. He ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair upwards,clearly in distraught on what to say to you,not minding how it ruined his hair a bit. He did not expect someone,a woman (who is definitely his type) to be standing in front of his friendâs door. Hell,his best friend looks like he did not expect someone at all too with how he is standing awkwardly beside him.
âUhm.. are you lost? Iâ weââ stumbling on his words, he looked at his friend with annoyance âfuckâ help me out here man!â He whispered harshly to his best fried beside him with a bit of a shove,which seemed to take his friend out of his staring competition against you and made him fold his arms over his chest. âUh,sorry, Iâm Steve. Steve Harrington. and this is Eddie Munsonâ Steve introduced his friend and himself politely before extending his hand,which he retreated back after noticing how youâre balancing two boxes. He wanted to help you but does not want to seem like he is already overstepping his boundaries. âIs there anything we can do for you?â Steve combed his hair,a nervous habit of his,but you only stared at him.
With the presence of both men and the slowly cooling air of Hawkins,your cheeks slowly grew red. You snapped out of it when it felt like minutes has passed after his question,making your cheeks warmer in embarrassment âI uhm.. we just moved here and my mom baked these pies for you and uh the other neighbor.. Iâm just here to give you yours.â Eddie clenched his jaw with how soft you spoke. God forbid him for already having feral thoughts about someone he just met. The way your cheeks grew red, the way your eyes slowly raked over him and Steveâs frame before tilting your head to stop staring at them, and how your skirt fits perfectly and shows the meaty expense of your thighs. He knows he is fucked with the palpable attraction that he is already holding for you. And its seems like his best friend holds it for you too with the way Steve looks at you. Hearing you say the statement though made him and Steve feel like they won a million bucks. What are the odds of leaving next to someone looking so divine?
âOh-!â Steve exclaimed,grabbing both boxes from your hands,to which shocked you and almost made you fell. Eddie quickly managed to grab your arm,immediately shooting Steve a glare. âJesusâ he mumbled. His hand is warm,firmly holding you and making sure youâre standing properly before gently letting go. Your eyes widened with the sudden physical contact,mumbling a âthank youâ and looking down to fiddle with your fingers,trying to calm your nerves and the odd sensation in your stomach. Steve only eyed you and Eddie sheepishly,giving you a small chuckle âSorry. I just really wanna help you out the moment Iâve noticed you were having a hard time with these boxesâ he leaned onto the door to open it wider âif youâre planning to give the other pie to the other neighbor, youâre in luck cause this guyââ he paused before pointing his head to Eddie âthis guy is your other neighbor.â Eddie gave you the friendliest smile he can muster, before extending his hand. Blaming your nerves for short circuiting because of the full blown interaction, you grabbed his hand with both of your hands and shook it gently. âNice to meet you both.â You tried to answer sternly but your voice just wonât come out clearly. He lets out a booming laugh, looking at both of your hands before copying you and shaking both of your hands with his.
âIts nicer to meet you.â
Noticing how his voice dropped a tad bit when he said the statement,you cannot help the slight shiver that crawled under your skin. It already felt so wrong. Standing in front of two men that are literally strangers and knowing that you are already infatuated with how good-looking they are is definitely not what you expected on the first day of moving to a different state that you barely knew exist. And definitely how you reacted to someone before. Biting your lip out of embarrassment,you just nodded to him and let go of his hands. Steve,smirking with the interaction,gestured towards inside his house âwould you like something to drink-? You must have been standing there for a while.â The question took you off guard,looking at them both with hesitation while you struggle to answer. âI donât want to botherââ before you can even finish your sentence,Steve had already cut you off ânonsense. Its alright,youâre not bothering anyone.â He waved you off,carrying the boxes with ease. âCome on in,honey.â With a boyish smile given your way, you took the invitation,the nickname making the odd feeling inside you growing stronger and hard to ignore. You followed him,stepping inside the house while Eddie closed the door with a knowing smile, which Steve returned when he looked at him.
âYou just moved here today..?â Steve started as he put down the boxes on the countertop. The design of his house is very modern,neutral colours were dominating every space but not without a pop of colour here and there which just screamed like him with how heâs dressed with some brown slacks and a pale yellow sweater. You stopped looking around,realising you havenât told them your name yet so you did,taking a seat on one of the bar stools to which Eddie followed and sat beside you.
âAww, what a pretty name.â He cooed,chuckling with the way you immediately blushed. Both men took the opportunity to look at you closer. Glasses sitting perfectly on your face, red pouty lips that looks like they will feel like heaven once they kiss you, the soft pink skirt that fits you perfectly and shows of your curves. Something akin to feral were slowly being awaken with just your presence.
âUh yeah,just moved in. Me and my parents.â Adjusting your glasses,you gave Steve a small smile when he handed you and Eddie some lemonade. âI see..â he nodded,taking a sip out of his own glass before continuing âare you planning to continue your studies here then,hon? Hawkins doesnât have much to offer but the universities and public colleges here and surrounding areas are quite niceâ or are you still in high school?â Eddie knows what Steve is really asking you without all the formalities. He gulped his drink,slowly taking small sips while he waits for your answer. He is hoping that if the heavenly beings are real,that they are on his side on this. Him and Steve would be disgusted with themselves inside and out if you choose the latter as the answer to Steveâs question,already planning to drop you home just in case.
âOh noâ you quickly answered,shaking your head âI am planning to attend a university here but I havenât decided what to pursue yet.. which kind of explains why Iâm out here on what shouldâve been a school night. Iâm turning 19 this summerâ politely answering before focusing on your lemonade and removing the slice of lemon wedged at the edge of your glass. Steve sighed in relief,a little too loud, with how quick you looked at him. âAre you alright?â You asked him, tilting your head in concern to which Eddie answered âHeâs fine sweetheartâ the nickname rolled too easy at Eddieâs tongue, giving you a smirk. âHeâs just really happy that his lemonade tastes good.â Steve only chuckled, agreeing to Eddieâs statement before he moves to open a cupboard and a drawer for some plates and cutlery for the pies. Noticing him grabbing 3 plates, you started feeling restless that you are overstaying âI uhâ sorry Sir, Iâm alright. I- I can just eat the pie at home. My mom bakes them all the time.â Slowly getting down from the bar stool, you grabbed your glass that was once full, along with the coaster âI donât want to over stay, your family might come home and ask why a stranger is inside their house.â You tried to joke with them, smiling and mentally giving yourself a pat on the back for thinking that youâre really doing well at socializing, oblivious to the effects of what you called Steve. Eddie shifted uncomfortably on his seat, easing the growing pain behind his jeans while Steve took some deep breaths to steady himself. Sir. Fucking Sir. That was said with the most innocent intent but went quickly to their groins. If they thought that hearing you speak earlier was like the loveliest melody wrapped in honey, what more would it be when youâre breathless and a moaning mess underneath them?
âNo, you donât need to worry about thatâ Steve clarified. âMe and Eddie live alone, so you can just call us by our names. No need to be too polite,sweetie.â Walking towards where you are, he gave you a firm squeeze on your shoulder, to which you looked at him in surprise âWeâre already neighbors, weâre going to see each other every day starting tonight. Might as well be comfortable around us already.â Shyly looking at him with doe-eyes, you can only give him a sincere smile while staring at him to which him and Eddie gave you a grin. Steve is ecstatic. His eyes canât hide the emotions that he is trying to keep at bay. His excitement. Curiosity. All the things he already wants to do with you to open you up to him is slowly filling his mind. Excusing yourself to put your glass on the sink and to wash your hands, Eddie gave Steve a look. A knowing look that theyâre going to talk about important things later, forgetting about all the things he laid out tonight that he said he will finish before the day ends. Wiping your hands on a tea towel, you asked them âwould you perhaps know any stores around that are hiring? I would really like to apply to one..â Eddie never thought that he will smile so wide that he felt his cheeks starting to hurt. If he felt like a million bucks earlier, he felt like a million times luckier than Steve now. What are the chances that he owns a record store that clearly doesnât need any employees except you-?
âI own a record store, if you wanna apply? No need for a resume. You look trustworthy enough.â You gasped then squealed,forgetting where you are before giving him a quick hug. You were too happy about already landing a job without going store to store and talking to every manager to notice how Eddieâs eyes widened, before slightly hugging you back. You pulled away immediately,mumbling sorryâs continuously,cheeks now back to being red at what you just did. âIâm so sorry,Iâm justââ you mumbled too quickly,while he just gave you a grin. You felt him rest his hand on the curve of your back,acting as if it doesnât give him the same gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach. âYouâre alright. Like Stevie here said, weâre going to see each other now every day. Might as well feel comfortable,right?â You nodded at his words,relief evident on your face when you thought you ruined the night with your sudden bold move. âI- thank you so much.â You gave them both a genuine smile,to which they cannot help but be in awe with how cute you look. You feel giddy,not only did you think theyâre handsome but they are also the nicest neighbours already. You cannot think how it will make your parents pretty proud. Your momâs voice ringing inside your head âI told you so.â
Both of them guided you towards the door,you cannot stop yourself from thanking them. You stepped out of Steveâs house before turning around to look at them with a shy smile on your face. âI will bring more pies in the future. It was so nice meeting you both!â You promised to them,waving your hand goodbye as your feet found the asphalt once again,skipping on your way home.
They both waved goodbye before Steve closes the door shut,releasing a breath heâs been holding before giving Eddie a look to which he returned. Eddie clasped both of his hands on his chest. âWhoever divine being is in heaven. They are fucking real.â Steve cannot help but to run his fingers through his hair while figuring out what just happened and what he is currently feeling. He had never been smitten with someone he just met. Even with his beloved ex,Nancy, it took him a few weeks to figure out how attracted he is to her. He groaned,running his hand on his face. âI take back what I said to Robin. I take it backâ he walked towards his fridge, opening it to grab a pack of beer for him and Eddie. Sitting down, he opened his beer and quickly chugged almost half of it âwe were fucking teasing her with how quick it was for her to be smitten when she met Vicky. And nowââ Eddie couldnât help but laugh, grabbing a beer as well âwe are way more worse.â He shook his head,sighing at how his mind seem to drift towards a particular neighbor already. âI want her.â Eddie stated, there was no hint of playfulness nor humour in his eyes while he looks at Steve. âDo you?â
âYeah.â Steve stood up, drinking the last of his beer before crushing the metal can and chucking it in his bin. Sighing,he plopped down on the sofa and closed his eyes. âYeah, I want her too.â He gave Eddie a sly smile, having a mutual understanding on what they want to do.
And how they want to do it.
Tonight is like a fever dream.
You immediately changed your clothes back to your sleeping ones with a smile on your face. Laying down, it sinks on you that youâre alone now, so you had let your mind wonder to the things you felt earlier. The feelings that were foreign to you but mixed with uncertainty. You touched your arm that was squeezed gently by Steve while the feeling of Eddieâs hand that rested on your backside felt like itâs still there. Butterflies still erupting at the pit of your stomach though laced with uneasiness and doubt. You try to calm yourself, telling yourself that theyâre just your awfully nice neighbours and that they donât deserve the doubts youâre thinking about them. Finding sleep at last.
A week went by quickly. Days filled with sticky shirts and the smell of chlorine.
Immediately telling your parents the next day how you managed to land a job after meeting your neighbors, they were proud and happy for you. âThey are just the kindestâ you told them,saying how they did not hesitate to offer it to you without even getting to know you. You busy yourself with arranging your things from the move, helping your parents decide which curtains fit the living area better, and going to some good spots around Hawkins. Your days being spent mostly with your parents while they enjoy their days off with you before they go back to working again.
You went out with your mom to grab some groceries, the car slowly coming to a stop as she parks on the driveway. Talking about the things youâve noticed about Hawkins that you did not have from where you used to live. The town kept tons of things that made it look like its stuck in the 80s and 90s. Drive through movies, vintage theaters, a mall called âStarcourtâ that have a vibrant blue and red retro sign. You quickly hopped out went straight to the car trunk and opened it,trying to grab as many bags as you can. Hearing your dadâs voice not too far, you turned around to call and ask him for help before noticing that thereâs two familiar silhouettes in front of him that he is currently talking too. âDad?â Calling him a bit louder than earlier, he turned around before Steve and Eddie followed. Your eyes widened a bit, feeling the warmth that you felt that day when you met them,both of them giving you a small wave. Awfully conscious with your choice of short shorts and oversized shirt, you turned back around and focused your gaze on the bags you are trying to carry.
âNeed some help,sweetheart?â The deep timbre of Eddieâs voice made you shiver, goosebumps trailing over your arms. Heâs already grabbing some bags, taking the ones on your hands too. âT-thanks..â you mumbled, trying to put some space between you and him so he can carry the bags easier. Quickly shutting the trunk, you see your parents talking to Steve,clearly laughing at whatever he said. You and Eddie walked towards them, trying to grab some bags on the way even though heâs too stubborn. âOh goodness, thank you!â Your mom exclaimed âwould you gentlemen like to come in and stay for dinner? Iâll be making my casserole,which everyone says that they love. Iâll love to put that statement to the test.â Your mom asked them both,already opening the door with your dad following her âItâll be our pleasureâ Steve answered,throwing a grin on your way which made you give him a small smile back when your dad grabbed his attention,letting his eyes wander on your body for the last time before immersing himself on another round of sports talk.
Everythingâs going well on their end,it seems.
Dinner went by smoothly.
Your parents seem to love them both already,smooth talking their way on several topics that mostly focused on you in which your parents are happy to tell them about. Your mom was telling them how you are always on top of your class and subjects you find interesting. Your hobbies, your achievements, your preference in food even. While your dad tells them how you kicked a bully on 8th grade, when you did something funny in the middle of the grocery aisle that your mom snorted too loud. This made Steve and Eddie looked at you while you try to hide your face, blushing while whining âmom, dad, my god stopâ. They were both taking mental notes, thinking of ways how to pamper you, how to take care of you while also how to defile you. It was a mixture of gentleness and filth, the gentle part only there to make you open up to them and their desires. After helping you mom in cleaning up and washing the dishes, you excused yourself and said goodnight to everyone, yawning on the way to the stairs to go up to your room.
Througout the dinner, Eddie cannot help but steal glances your way. How lovely you look in that oversize shirt that he wishes was his, how it showcases your neck and enough skin to leave it in his imagination, already looking forward to painting it with hickeys. He hates the fact that this is Steveâs âplanâ. He hates the fact that he needs to take things slow, but he knows that all this planning and acting on it will be worth it.
And seeing Steveâs massive grin when your parents asked them after a week if both of them can look after you as they work all the time and how they donât want you to feel alone in a new town, it is indeed worth it.
By the time your parents left after a few days of getting told that they will be out of town for a week, you quickly found yourself in your room, burying your whole body underneath your blanket. That gnawing feeling of loneliness is now back after feeling your happiest for the past few weeks.
Your eyes slowly becoming blurry as your tears cascade down your cheeks, your hands trying to wipe every single tear away though it just kept on coming. You hated how the empty house kind of made your sobs grow louder in your ears, covering your mouth to muffle it out. The ringing of the doorbell halted your sobs, turning into sniffles while you stand up and try to look presentable on the way to your door. Only wearing your oversized sweater, you adjusted it and wore your house slippers. With one last look at a mirror near your hallway, you opened the door to find Steve and Eddie.
âHey, sweetheart! We were supposed to come here earlier but got stucked in traffic.â Eddie explained,looking down while adjusting his watch that kept on getting too loose for his liking,. âYeah, sorry for the sudden visit honey. They have mentioned that theyâre leaving for a week and if we can look after youâ why are your eyes red?â Steve asked, looking at your face intently, his smile now replaced with a scowl. The statement made Eddie look up quickly, his soft demeanor quickly changing like Steveâs. Your lower lip was jutted in a pout, trembling while you try to stop yourself from crying. âI- Iâmâ Mr. Harrington.. Mr. Munsonââ you tried to answer that youâre fine, just feeling off but your voice wobbled and suddenly you cannot stop your tears from spilling. Both men went rigid because of what you called them before snapping themselves out of it. They can appreciate your tear-stained cheeks later if it was in a different situation.
Steve immediately stepped inside and wrapped his arms around you, his bigger frame enveloping your body in a warm embrace. All the emotions that you were trying to keep at bay now coming out, sobbing in his chest. Steve had one of his arms wrapped around you, his hand resting on your lower back while the other holds your nape gently, drawing soft circles to calm you down. The action made you cry harder, your hands finding its way on his shirt, clutching on it tightly. âOh baby, its okay. Its okay. Weâre hereâ He tried to calm you down, feeling his breath on top of your head as he continue to gently rub your back. Eddie closed the door, concern written on his face as he watches his friend hold you. âHow about we move to the couch, pretty girl?â Steve said, his voice laced with softness. He felt you nod on his chest, still sniffling as him and Eddie guided you to the couch. You already missed Steveâs warmth. His scent,a mix of something sweet and tart, like cherries laced with vanilla, filled your senses the moment he wrapped his arms around you. You did not dare to look at them once you sat down, feeling embarrassed about crying, and about wanting to be hugged by either of them. âSweetheart, can you please tell us whats wrong?â Eddie softly asks, placing his hand on your knee while Steve sat down on the other side, holding your arm and rubbing it in an comforting manner. âI justâ I feel so lonely.â Wiping your tears using the sleeves of your sweater, you continue âI can usually ignore it but today Iâmââ you covered your face out of embarrassment, out of thinking that they must have been annoyed by now with how much of a crybaby you are. âOh sweet girl, come here. You donât need to feel shy about thisâ Eddie said, shuffling closed to you and wrapping his arms around you, he rested his head on top of yours. Your smell intoxicating him as he take deep breaths. You gripped his arms, letting his scent consume you like Steveâs. His is a mix of cigars and grapefruit. You looked up at him with doe-eyes, his hand quickly catching your falling tears. âMe and Steve are here now, yeah? You wonât feel alone now.â
He whispered, hand now caressing your cheek in a loving manner while he looks straight to your eyes. You stared at his long lashes, pink lips that looks too soft, cheeks kissed by the sun with how there are freckles here and there up close. Steveâs arm wrapped themselves around you as you face Eddie, resting his head on your shoulder. He had let his hands wander, playing with the hem of your sweater. âOur sweet girl..â he whispered directly to your ear. You shivered, a foreign feeling crawling under your skin while you gasped. Your stomach twisting into something that is uncomfortable but at the same time pleasurable.
âNo more days and nights feeling lonely..â Eddie swiped his thumb on your lips, watching you let go of your bottom lip that you did not realized youâve been biting. âWeâre now with you all the time, your parents told us to look after you. Take care of you..â Steveâs hands began to crawl their way upwards, his hands now caressing your bare thighs, before realizing youâre only wearing an underwear underneath which made him release a deep groan. You froze, feeling wetness pool in the middle of your legs. âM- Mr. Harrington..â you tried to close your legs, changing your position on the sofa before Eddie stopped you and held your face to make you look back at him again âShhh.. its alright, sweetheart. This is how you forget. This is how you can forget how lonely and sad youâve felt.â You tried to focus on what he was saying but Steveâs hands are now playing with the lace of your panties while also peppering soft kisses on your neck, making you release a whimper. You felt Steveâs smirk on your neck before sucking your skin, leaving his mark on you, Eddieâs pupils now blown wide with lust and desire. You continued to whimper before feeling Eddieâs lips on you. You gripped his arms, trying to control his pace, as the rational part of your brain screams how wrong it is to kiss your neighbors that were just trying to comfort you. Eddie grabbed both of your arms with one hand and pinned it to your side, while the other held your face to crane your head back a bit to let him kiss you deeper.
Steve continued his assault on your underwear, pushing your underwear down before hiking your sweater up to expose your pussy. He moaned on your neck when he touched your bare cunt that is soaking wet, fingers swiping your juicy lips before he lifted it to know what you taste like. âGod, honey. You taste so sweet. So fucking sweet.â One of his hand now holds your hip still, the other going back to play with your pussy. He found your clit and kept on rubbing it in a pace that made you buck your hips. You threw your head back, Eddie quickly latching his mouth on the other side of your neck. You moaned at all the sensations youâre feeling, everything foreign but welcomed with how you unconsciously try to open your legs wider to let Steveâs thick fingers play with you more. Your mind is slowly becoming blank, pleasure numbing all the other emotions you were feeling earlier with how good theyâre touching you. Eddieâs kisses travelled lower, hiking your sweater up to release your breasts before him. His mouth quickly finding your hardened nipple, sucking it hard while your other nipple gets toyed with his calloused fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Breathy moans left spit-slicked lips, catching hold of Steveâs hair. The tight hold on his hair urged Steve to finally soak his fingers on your cunt, one thick finger breaching its way inside you. âFuck!â Steve exclaimed as you moaned loudly, watching how his finger disappears while he build his pace.
Feeling you relaxed, he added another finger that made your eyes roll back. With Eddie still sucking your nipples and leaving hickeys all over your chest, and Steveâs unforgiving fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, you were starting to see white. âYes baby, thatâs it. Oh, how can you be this pretty? Even the sounds youâre makingâ jesus, Iâm gonna explode.â Eddie mumbled on your skin, continuing his actions to your sensitive nipples. âFucking perfect for us, made for usââ Steve grunted, rubbing your clit using his thumb. You clenched on his fingers, the pleasure slowly becoming too much for you. âMr. Harringtonââ you tried to call out to him, wanting to grab his arm but forgetting that Eddie is still holding it in place. âYeah, baby? Feeling too good?â Drool pooled around your lips, losing your train of thought. High-pitched moans leaving your lips continously as Steve furrowed his eyebows in concentration. He felt you clench on his fingers, hips bucking to meet his fingers to which he knows that youâre close to cumming. âS-stop pleaseâ M-Mr. Harrington- it feels weird,Iâm gonna peeââ you tell him with shaky breaths, trying to stop the urge to not embarrass your self further. Steve chuckled, quickening his pace. Eddie inserted his thumb on your mouth, to which you immediately suck. He groaned at the feeling of your tongue enveloping his thumb and to the sight of your tear-stained cheeks and drooling mouth with how fucked out you are. One thrust of Steveâs fingers towards the spongey texture made you trembled, releasing Eddieâs thumb to let out a high-pitched moan. Steve continued before whispering on your ear. âLet go, our good girl.â He gave your neck a kiss, before feeling you still underneath them with your eyes rolled at the back of your head. Your legs quiver, creamy white cum now coating Steveâs fingers.
You whined when Steve took out his fingers, lapping your up your cum before offering his fingers to Eddie. âTaste her.â He said, Eddie quickly lapping your creamy release on Steveâs fingers while staring at your figure. He let out a deep groan, closing his eyes while he savours your flavor on his tongue. âLike fucking honey.â Both men looked at you, body coated in sweat, eyes closed with drool on your lips. Eddie took of his shirt, wiping the remnants of your cum between your legs before standing up and grabbing water for the three of you while Steve slowly arranged your position to lay you down comfortably on the sofa.
âSee, honey? We got you. No more crying every night or day..â he softly talked to you, brushing your hair out of your face. He cupped your cheek on his hand, âwe will be here,okay? This is what weâll do when you feel sad and lonely. So you can forget all those.â Leaning on to his touch, you slowly opened your eyes. âB-but what about mom and dad..â you looking at him so innocently made his forgotten boner throb underneath his slacks. Not today, he told himself. âThis is our little secret, yeah? Mommy and Daddy doesnât have to know.â He gave your lips a quick peck, smiling when he watched your cheeks go pink. Eddie walked in, handing Steve your water and his. Steve made you drink a bit before letting you drift to sleep, cheeks squished on a throw pillow.
Eddie drank his water, plopping down on another chair while Steve does the same. âThis is like a fucking drug.â He groaned, putting his hair in a low, messy bun. âTell me about itâ Steve combed his hair, both men watching your sleeping form in awe. âYou think she wonât tell her parents?â Eddie asked, the idea making him a little nervous. âMhm, I doubt. Besidesââ Steve looked at Eddie with a smirk, before he moves to fix your sweater from exposing your bare ass more to them. âYou still have that video camera, right, Munson?â Eddie chuckled darkly to his friend, nodding his head. âYeah. I still have it.â He looked directly at Steveâs eyes, mimicking the devilish grin of the other.
âYouâre evil. And you know it. Donât you, big boy?â
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Summary: The summer of 1996 is one of change. You donât do well with change, and you loathe a forced move to Los Angeles for college. That is, until you meet Steve Harrington - the perfect guy, the charmer, or so you think. But things always find a way to unravel, donât they?
Based off the 1996 movie Fear, I bring you my first ever Dark!Steve AU. Chapters will be posted on Fear Fridays!
Warnings: Language, smut, anal sex, vaginal sex, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, stalking, rough sex, dark!Steve, drug usage, public sex, violence (not against reader), arguing, manipulation, oral sex, vaginal fingering, handjobs, and MORE (hah)!
Track listing:
Wild Horses (coming SOON)
Sugar Water
Heart Shaped Box
Creep
Zombie
Closer
Friday Iâm In Love
Santa Monica
Right Now
Champagne Supernova
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the wall between us
kinktober, day sixteen



a/n: ...yeah, this one is weird, but also kinda wild
summary: pov, you live in a cult where there is an impregnation ritual on your 18th birthday
warnings:Â steve harrington x reader, smut, cult au (they are both members), cult leader!jim hopper, weird birthday impregnation ritual, public sex, fem gloryhole, breed kink, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, forbidden romance
word count: 773
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âAlways a blessed day when a flower blooms and becomes ready to expand on our wonderful family,â you heard Jim, your charismatic and adorn leader boast from the other side of the thin wooden wall, ânow, gentlemen, let us bow our heads and pray, please, grant me the power to deduce who will bless this girl with a babeâŚ.â after a moment of dead silence, Hopper broke it with a loud, âah! I can see it!â the others in the audience rumbled as he finally revealed, âit is you!â
âMe, sire?â a voice in the crowd cut through, sounding completely taken aback.Â
âYes, you bear the seed she needs, my child,â his proclamation prompted the other members to cheer loudly as you heard footsteps near.Â
Laying on your back, legs resting up against the wall, you felt a gust of wind kiss your bottom that stuck out of the meticulous cut-out, indicating that a person had stepped up. Â
âHi,â he greeted in a hushed tone, the crowd still bustling from behind him.Â
âHello,â your fingers apprehensively fiddled with the fabric of your white dress, crumbled and gathered at your waist.Â
âUh, happy birthday.â
âOh,â you blinked a second, surprised by his demeanour, âthank you.â
âCan I ask you something?â his low voice was clear, though his touch hadnât found you yet.
âSure.âÂ
âAre you nervous?âÂ
âA little, yeah,â you gnawed at your bottom lip, âIâve just waited for this for a very long time⌠are you?â
âI know I shouldnât be, but heâs just never picked me before, soâŚâ he admitted, staying quiet a moment before checking, âis it alright if I begin?â
âYes, yes, of course,â you rushed to say, adrenalin pumping through your veins. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his touch ghost over your skin, just your hip, the exposed part of you that was the furthest away from your core. Your fingers tightened their grip on your dress as his gentle touch slowly fluttered closer to your presented pussy, âis it strange that I wish I could see you?â
âNot at all,â he nearly chuckled, âI feel the same way,â his broad thumb came up to brush over your glistening folds, his touch staying ever so light as he tickled your clit.Â
Just then, you heard a heavy pair of boots come near, âcome on, son,â you heard Jim whisper into the manâs ear, âyou havenât got all day,â a threatening aura laced his tone, âcomplete the ritual,â a callused hand suddenly crept over your skin, âlook,â and without warning, a finger plunged into you causing you to gasp, âsheâs practically begging for you to pump her full,â momentarily curving his digit, he tickled a spot inside of you that made you shiver, âdonât make me pick somebody else,â though his controlling touch then faltered, parting ways by swiftly landing a sharp slap across your bottom, a hushed yelp bubbling from your lips.Â
âIâm sorry, sire,â the man quickly apologised, hastily rushing to bury himself in you.Â
Turning his attention back towards the crowd, Jim then roared, âand the ceremony has officially begun!â boisterous cheers promptly erupted, âsoon we will be blessed with more abundance!âÂ
Keeping his voice low, you heard the man whisper as he bucked into you, âIâm sorry, I really wanted to do this differently, take our timeâŚâ
âItâs alright,â you breathed, âitâs how it's doneâŚâ your whole body rocked with each of his efforts to fulfil his duty. Planting your palm on the wood parting you two, where you presumed his visage was, you couldnât help but imagine what he looked like⌠exactly the way his hips snapped into you⌠had his hair fluttered down to obscure his vision? Was he looking at you and you alone? Because if he looked anything like how he sounded or how he felt, then you couldnât even begin to comprehend what that could mean, but what you did know was that it enticed you in a way youâd never felt before, ââŚmaybe one day weâll meet again and there wonât be a wall between us. Will you show me then how you had wished to do it?â
With a low and strangled moan, you felt him twitch inside of you and his movements quickly slow as he filled you up.Â
âWhatâs your name?â he asked breathlessly.Â
âY/n,â you felt your heart flutter as you stared at the wall, âand yours?â
âSteve,â he whispered, his touch warm as his fingers fluttered over your goosebump-ridden flesh, âIâll find you, Y/n. I donât know how, I donât know when, but I promise I wonât stop till I do.â

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Domesticated

A/n: first Steve fic it doesnât really have a plot but yeah.
Dark!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of smut, dub/con, murder, housewife kink, breeding kink (not really), pregnancy, Stockholm syndrome, reader is held hostage kind of lol, kidnapping, manipulation, both Steve and reader are 18 but still in high school.
Summary: what happens when Steve gets so obsessed with you?
It was a normal day in Hawkins, or so you thought. You were walking along the street to school. Youâve been on your own for quite some time now ever since you were 16 so the loneliness didnât bother you.
Little did you know that Steve Harrington has been watching you for a long time now. Ever since you transferred to Hawkins High he couldnât keep his eyes off you. Youâre just so sweet and innocent. Heâd love to have you as his pregnant, submissive little housewife.
And well, to pull off what he needed, he had to kill his parents. But itâs ok they never were around for him anyways. And he made enough money working two jobs to keep the house and such. Now all he had to do was get you.
And the perfect opportunity was right there, you walking alone by the woods. It was 7 in the morning and most people werenât up yet.
You heard a twig snap and you looked in the direction it came from, seeing nothing. You shrugged and kept walking, maybe even a little faster than before.
You felt someone come up behind you with a cloth and you screamed before you saw black.
And now, you live in Steveâs house. Completely isolated. You donât go to school anymore. But itâs ok school sucks.
Slowly but surely you gave into Steve and started to even fall in love with him. The dirty blonde couldnât be happier. He loved coming home from a long day to see you vacuuming the floor, your hand resting over your pregnant belly.
When people asked where you were he just said you dropped out and are now living with him. And people canât see you because you donât feel well at the moment.
But finally at some point he let you go grocery shopping. You were so excited, looking at the small store as if it was Disneyland. You pushed the shopping cart down the aisles garnering lookâs because youâre so young and clearly pregnant.
You ended up running into Nancy Wheeler and her mom.
âY/n? Oh my god itâs been so long hi!â Nancy said happily as she hugged you. Her mom smiled but noticed your stomach.
Nancy did too, âWow um, youâre veryâŚ.pregnant.â
You smiled and rubbed an affectionate hand over your tummy, âYeah.â
âWhoâs the father?â Karen asked curiously.
âSteve. Weâre getting married after the baby is born. It wasnât planned but I love him and couldnât ask for anything more.â You replied.
Her eyes widened, âWellâŚum Iâm happy that itâs working out for you if you need any help let me know, I am a mother of 3 after all.â The pair quickly made an escape. Nancy got a lecture in the car about how to not end up like that soon.
When you got home, Steve jumped you in an instant and made love to you on the kitchen floor.
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Girl from the Band 1 (Yandere!Jason Carver x Band Geek!Reader)
WARNINGS: dark, yandere, non-consensual intimacy (next chapter), maybe death (haven't decided yet), violence
This was random but honestly I think Mason Dye is a very handsome man so I really wanted to make a Jason Fanfic
Alternate AU but still 80's, No upside down fantasy stuff.
(Y/N) held her trumpet at attention while during the anthem which was sung by a previous student that has since graduated. Y/n rolled her eyes; she remembered Tammy Thompson from a science class long ago.
"This girl has no talent, why are they letting her perform?" y/n said under her breath but a laugh to her left caught her attention.
Robin Buckley shook her head with a smile on her face. For some reason, this made y/n feel warm. She was happy that she had made someone smile, even though she barely knew Robin and Robin's group of odd-ball friends outside of band.
How weird that Robin hung out with Steve Harrington; a man that graduated last year but still hang out with high school kids. Y/n shook her head, feeling sour at her own bitchy thoughts. People are allowed to have friends and just because she didn't have any, didn't mean she could judge everyone else for it.
When the game ended, all of the Hawkins Students fled to the courtroom to celebrate with the Basketball team on their win. Specifically, everyone cheered for Lucas Sinclair who'd made the winning shot and even though Y/n wasn't much of a participator; she found herself cheering along with her classmates.
It was until an object bounced infront of her, pulling y/n out of her own daze. A basketball had flown its way to her and one of the players rushed to her to collect it.
Jason Carver was a handsome guy. A classically handsome highschool athlete you'd see in any John Hughes movie. Y/n felt her cheeks warm at the thought of him coming towards her, looking her in the eye. It was an intimate feeling that she wasn't use too. She felt weak not wanting to look him in the eye but felt she lacked the type of beauty he'd want to look at.
"Sorry about that; it's the championship game-ball and we lost it in the celebration." Jason said, grabbing the ball from y/n's feet.
His voice was deep and warm; his damp hair sticking to his moist skin reminded her of a model posing by the sea. He was a dream and she lived in reality.
"It's okay." Y/n said, staring at the ground. She didn't feel like making eye contact.
Jason chuckled while heading back to his team; he'd seen this girl before but had no interest moving forward; his girlfriend was the queen of Hawkins High anyway. Chrissy Cunningham. For some reason, she was nowhere to be seen since the ending of the game.
The following week, Y/n had noticed Jason's demeanor change. Once a confident, prideful man to callous, irritated ass. You'd think he'd be at his best since the big win but instead he's acting like he lost completely. In Jason's perspective; he did.
Chrissy Cunningham had been hand in hand with one of Jason's basketball friends down the hallway. Clearly, they were still in the honey moon stage of their affair. It wasn't an adult kind of affair; Chrissy had broken up with Jason the night of the game for someone who'd swept her off her feet in his absence.
Y/n kept her opinions to herself, even during lunch when the loud whispers from all the lunch room increased at either Jasons or Chrissy's appearance. However, even with an increased attitude Jason kept his cool. He had to; his reputation depended on it. Sure, his first real love tore out his heart and stomped on it on what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life; but he considered himself the man of the school. He'd be damned if he didn't hold his head up high and looked for a replacement soon.
If Chrissy could move on within seconds, so could he. He felt himself getting heated; looking at the other girls in the school. While they werent Chrissy, he knew he could find someone to love him just as much. There were 2 obstacles;
There was only 1 Chrissy Cunningham.
He'd have to pick someone who respected his position as top-dog but it seemed like most of the girls in school were laughing at him now.
It was Study Hall. Y/n had been planning out an idea. She didn't want to graduate this year without doing something new and had been researching DnD for the past few months. There was a Dnd club called Hellfire ran by an eccentric classmate of hers' Eddie Munson. Yeah he was cute too. But Y/n didn't WANT to think about that; she just wanted to do what she wants and then graduate. Don't cause attention, don't put yourself out there. Those were her rules.
However; it wasn't up to her to not stand out as Jason Carver had remembered her genuine shyness from gameday. It was cute and honest. So many girls in school pretend to be cool or bitchy to seem higher class without realizing that they were just unpleasant rather than interesting.
Looking at her, Jason really believed there was something there and was determined to make her his arm piece for the rest of the year. In the deepest parts of his mind he decided y/n had no choice.
part 2
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Kiss it away, honey. pt.2
(s.h. x gn!reader)
part 1
Warnings: use of y/n; no pronouns used (gn!reader); half of this fic is flashbacks so soz if u have a problem with that; dark themes, horror/psychological horror, murder, death, hospitals; ignore any and all medical inaccuracies pls thenks; nightmares; arguing/shouting; gaslighting(?); bad familial relations; codependency; a general sense of dread :)Â
Word count: 12.8k
a/n: the world sucks, i'm sad, spaced out a lot and wanna jump off the face of the earth. here are my lil codependent babies to mess with ur mind a bit. enjoy!
also shoutout to sanjana for helping me out with going through ideas of this fic, ily<3
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Everything was supposed to be right. And it is.
Everything is right. Almost. Everything is right except Steve still remembers everything.
He thought heâd forget with you. He was supposed to. Like he always had before.Â
But he still remembers everything. everything; seeing you for the first time, kissing you for the first time, touching you for the first time.Â
The story goes that he first saw you in Family video. He didnât. But he also did.Â
He didnt in the sense that there is no family video. no town named hawkins. he has no real memories of it. just stories and moments in his head, none backed up by actual memories.Â
Nothing before you.
what he does remember is you recounting it all with a spark in your eyes. So it might as well be real.Â
so, he did meet you in family video, Hawkins, when you came in looking for a movie to cheer yourself up. You did become friends and then you kept coming. And then one day, you had asked him to run away with you and he had said yes. That is how the story goes. because you said it.
he can almost imagine it too, if he tries hard enough.
His true first memory however, is of the two of you sharing the bed in this very same apartment.
It was dawn. lights out. quiet. The first thing he heard was your breaths while you slept. the dim sunlight filtered through the curtains, he found himself entranced by the vision of you. He could see your chest rising and falling with your breaths, your lashes brushed over your cheeks, hair a mess above you.
He loves you. That's all he knew then. Somehow he just knew. That's still all he knows.Â
His fingers searched for your hand underneath the blanket he was sharing with you. And when he found them, he pulled them up, warm and soft lips moving over the back of your palm, landing small and sweet pecks on every knuckle.
You'd stirred in your sleep before your eyes opened, nose burying further into the pillow, âhoney, what are you doing?â Your voice came through a smile. You looked at him with sleepy eyes like he was your everything. Like you love him. like you've loved him for a while.
ââm sorry, honey. Was just lovinâ on youâ, his own voice came out rough and sleepy, nose burying its way back to the back of your hands.
âLoving on meâŚâ, you had repeated with the corners of your mouth curling up.
The action made something blinding and warm spread through his chest. it made him want to see more of that smile of yours. He had let out a playful hum through the butterflies, a smirk of his own spreading across his lips, âthat so wrong?â
âNot at allâ, the pillows rustled when you shook your head, biting your lips but your grin spilled through it regardless.
He had pulled you closer, your hands squished between your warm bodies. You had smiled up at him all adoring as if you had done it for ages. And in that moment, all that rang in his head and heart wasâ youâre his. his person.
You had tilted your head, lips connecting to his. And it all just fit. slow at first, then deep. as if it was a dance you had done a billion times before. It was all fizzing and buzzing in his chest.Â
Youâre his person. And it's all love.
Like two puzzle pieces, his hands reached up to fit your cheek and yours found their way to fit the nape of his neck. it all had felt so damn right. It was perfect.Â
like you were made for each other.
Heâd laugh at that now if it didn't fill him with dread.
He doesn't mind that memory though. it's the other shit he loathesâ all of this remembering. the silence he wants to forget. the truth he wants to forget. You being sick. you telling him that's none of it is real. Its you dying, he wants to forget. the days after. the loneliness. the silence.Â
it's his own dead face, he wants to forget.
He wants to forget all that. it's the ignorance that he needs back. the bliss of it.
For now, he remembers. He will fix everything though. He will make you make him forget.Â
But right now, you're kissing him by the apartment door.Â
after having just come back from a grocery run, your hands are all over him. it's taunting how you don't hold him how he wants you to. you don't hold him like you used to, with your fingers in his hair and massaging the nape of his neck, your lips on his. The way that makes him forget. The way you used to before you forgot that night. He just wants you to make him forget. the truth. the blood. the silence.
He even tried doing it himself, tried to do it like you used to. He tried forgetting. Nothing happened. He still fucking remembers. He reckons its only you who can make him forgetâ like you're two pieces of a puzzle, or the opposite poles of a magnet, moth to a flame or some other poetic shit like that.
your kisses are lovely against his neck, the slight graze of your teeth on the moles dotting his skin could pull a groan out of him. your free hand goes to knead at the muscle of his shoulder, nowhere near where he needs you. But all he can think about is your cold lips, lifeless hands, tubes, wires. how he's seen those same hands fragile and lifeless. the flicks of your hot tongue could make him melt away if he wasn't thinking about hearing your last breath. the long unending beep of the heart monitor flatlining.
God, he just wants to forget it.
Your fingers are wrapped around his bicep now, other hand flat on his chest. your lips are soft and warm, nose digging into his jawline, he can smell your shampoo and it's all so damn dizzying. It's great but it's not quite right.
every time you kiss him, he doesn't forget. You don't hold him like you did. It's different now. It just isnât right. your fingers dont snake their way into his hair like they used to, they don't stop at that spot near the nape of his neck that always made him melt. your fingertips don't rub into the skin there anymore, feeling the pulse underneath. You don't kiss him like you did. the way that makes him forget.
you pause when you realise that he isn't quite reciprocating, pulling away slightly to look at him, eyes flitting over his features. His eyes are closed shut, hair a mess. brows pulled together, lips slightly parted. âSteve⌠you okay?â you ask with your brows knitted.
He blinks before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you back in. youâre warm under his touch. He nods quickly, a smile flashing across so quickly you aren't able to tell if it's real or not. He leans in, lips connecting to yours.
It's still you, he hates that he has to remind himself.
It's still you, who always makes an effort to make the simplest meals look a little pretty. It's still your adorable smile. You still hold his hand the same when he is cooking, kiss his knuckles when he hums a random tune. He still catches you looking at him when you think he isn't looking. You still smell the same. You still say his name the same, moan it the same.Â
when you lean to kiss him deeper, he unconsciously pulls away again, âSteve if you don't want to thenââ
He shakes his head a little, âC-can I change first?â
âŚ
When he steps out of the bathroom, he finds you already on the bed. âHeyâ, he murmurs, you've changed out of your clothes now, a pair of comfy shorts on and Steve's old Hawkins t-shirt that he refuses to wear, saying it was too damn large and he hates wearing loose fitting clothes. as comfy as you look, the sight of the shirt only reminds him of one thing. Hawkins. Hawkins isn't real. He isn't real. you aren't realâ well, that part is complicated.
âHeyâ, you smile softly as he settles on the bed beside you.Â
âWe can kiss nowâ, he says awkwardly.
You move to lie on your back, sinking into the mattress, âI figured you don't exactly want to right nowâ
âI⌠uhâ it's not that I don't want to, I justâ it's not the mood right now, you know?â he stutters through it, avoiding your eyes.Â
You hand reaches for his without even thinking about it. âThat's fine. what âbout cuddling, that the mood?â
He is silent for a second and fuck he suddenly wants to kiss you now. Instead he nods, âMhmmâ, he hums as your thumb rubs over the veins of the back of his hand. God, he doesnât fucking deserve this. he fucking killed infront of you.
âCome here, thenâ, you tug at his hand. He bends at his waist, face finding its place on your stomach. His nose pokes into the soft of your belly. Youâre warm underneath the t-shirt. His t-shirt. He sighs into the fabric. God, he just wants to kiss you.Â
You both stay that way for a while. It's quiet, no words, no other noise. Just your breaths and his. Your heartbeat and his.Â
You are almost asleep when you feel his warm fingers creep their way under the hem of the t-shirt before they move to pull the fabric up a bit. A hot kiss on your tummy accompanied by another deep sigh is what makes you ask with a light chuckle, âWhat're you doing?â
He just wants to forget. He wants you to make him forget.
âNothing, just loving on youâ, his words are muffled as he noses his way up your torso before they find their place on the side of your neck.
âSteveâŚ", your voice tapers off as his lips and teeth work on the skin of your neck, "y-you just saidââ
âJust, let me honey", he pulls away only a little to look you in the eyes. His eyes are dark yet tender. right now, you can barely see the honey in them, but they're there. "Please?â he licks his lips.
All you do is nod before his hands are all over you again, lips on yours so quickly that it makes you dizzy. too quick. It's like he gets hungrier as every second that passes. Hungrier and deeper.
âHey, woah, slow downâ, he doesnât. You push his chest a little, trying to make your voice sterner, âhey, Steveâ Honey!âÂ
He is still then. Looks at you with his pupils blown, lips parted and red from kissing you. His chest heaves, heart loud and fast under your palm. you're both sitting up when you ask, âyou okay? You-your heartâs beating so fast."
âHuh, I haveâ y-you can feel my heartbeat?â, he looks at you as if he'll believe whatever you say and follows it blindly with devotion. I have a heartbeat?
You nod once.
âI feel... Okay?â he answers, face scrunching, unsure.
âYou're not supposed to say it like a question, honeyâ, you try to joke, to lighten the obvious weird mood.
âIâm okayâ, he doesnât smile back before moving in to kiss you again. But before his lips could touch yours, you stop himâ hands on either side of his face.
âHey, just breathe, Steveâ, you brush aside his hair even though it falls right back. he frowns when you don't let him connect his lips to yours like you're depriving him of air itself. like you're taking God away from a man devoted.
you tuck his strands again, trying to make him look at you, to make him slow down. âHey, look at me? BreatheâŚâ his eyes finally find yours, the haze in his gaze lifts a little as he tries to match his breathing to yours. âgood", you praise him, rubbing his cheek. its when his breathing is close to even when you start, âLook, let's just notâŚâ
âBut Iââ
âSteve...â, he doesn't listen. instead, he takes your hand and pulls it up to his shoulder, âSteveââ
âIâm not doingâ I justâ I just have this crick in my neck.â he freezes for what is a fraction of a second. because he said that. the other steve. the one he killed. His palm goes up to the nape of his neck, rubbing the skin there, âCan you uh..â, he trails off. He just wants to forget. âCan you give me a massage like you always do?â
After a few moments, you answer, âokay.â you sit up saying that, turning him around by his shoulders. The air is weird as you ask him where the hurt is. And as he pulls your hand up to where he needs you, his own hands shake.
You are gentle as your thumbs rub into the skin. Slowly, his muscles relax up. The atmosphere feels a little better when he lets out a satisfied groan when hit a particular spot.
That is when you feel it, âWeird..â, you mumble.
âWhat?â
âI dont know", your fingernails scrape a little over the raised skin, "you have these... I guess, bumps?â
you feel him tense under you but he still says calmly, âThey've... always been there, haven't they?â
âI⌠I never noticed.â
âWell, maybe pay attention to me thenâ, it comes out more bitter than he would ever intend for you. He regrets it immediately. hates himself even more when your fingers stop. âSorry, that was rudeâ, he instantly tries to backtrack.
you clear your throat, âYou're fine. I should've paid more attention", shaking your head dismissively before as if saying it's no big deal. but your hands stay still where they were, not moving back to their rhythm they had on his muscles.
You feel his hand snake its way to yours. Once he has the fingers intertwined, he pulls you forward. âHeyâŚâ, you almost admonish.
âHoneyâ, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles as he turns to face you, looking at you with pleading eyes, âPlease just let me kiss you, honey.â
"Steve..."
"please, y/nâ"
"Steve, I don't thinkâ", he won't listen.
âJust do it, honey, please?â
"Steve, why are you--"
âOh my god, please honey, can you just do what I FUCKING TELL YOU!â His voice is loud. And angry. You shift away from him a smidge as your face falls, he feels your hand retract from his shoulder.Â
Everything is still then. Steve regrets it's soon as the frustrated words leave him. âNo, no, noâ Iâm sorry," he starts, one hand moving to pull you back in to where you had been, the other going up to your cheek. "honey, pleaseââ
You duck away from his hands, moving off of the bed, âDonât shout at me.â you're frowning and it's all his fault.
His hand reaches out again before he stops himself, âIâm sorry, honey. Iâm sorry, iâm just stressed, I didn't mean it like thatâ I didn't mean it like anything, I swearâ
âI think Iâm gonna go for a walkâ, you state moving further away from him before trying to slip past him to the door.
He rushes to stand in your way, blocking the door, âNo, no you canât goââ, your nostrils flare a little at that despite your glassy eyes. He clears his throat, âI mean-- I'll go, honey. Iâll go, okay?" he bargains, holding his hands up as if surrendering and taking a step back. "Iâm sorryâ
And as he walks out the apartment door, you don't stop him.
âŚ
Steve. he hasn't been back for a while now. you hate he shouted at you, but you really wish he'd come back so you could talk it out already.
The phone rings.
âHello?â you say, expecting probably from one of Steve's friendsâ voice; likely robin or dustin. But all that reaches your ears is the dial tone. There have been a lot of calls like this lately. Especially when its you picking up.
âHello?â you ask again, brows scrunching in confusion. You wait for a few more seconds, before hanging up. prank call. Or the phones gone to shit.
You barely walk away a few steps when the phone starts ringing again. You let out an annoyed sigh and hold it up to your ear, not even bothering to say a greeting.
Beep. beep. Beep.
Furious, you slam the receiver onto the switch. Stupid fucking phone.
âŚ
Some things don't change. It's 7:08 p.m. and he is here again. standing infront of the apartment door.
Theres things like that about you too. majority of the time, he isnt there when you come home, but on his days off, he always notes you walking in at 5:48 p.m.Â
When he walks in, he finds you by the kitchen island, making dinner. The kitchen counter. Blood on the kitchen counter. A cracked open skull. His own blood on the kitchen counter. He swallows. You have the cutting board in front of you, cutting vegetables.
When he looks up, he finds you smiling at him. And he wants to smile back, jesus, he wants to see more of yours, but couldn't make himself. He licks his lips, gaze falling to the floor. Blood on the floor. Fuck, heâs getting dizzy. His own blood on the floor.Â
âYouâre homeâ, you say and he all but nods. "c'mere honey. help me out?" you say sickly sweet, nodding towards the ingredients infront of you. "gonna cut up some stuff, make us a little drink, please?"
he nods silently. Eyes ashamed and not meeting yours. He starts walking over to where you are in the kitchen. His toe catching at the corner of the wooden floorboard poking out, close to the kitchen island, making him stumble. A dead him on the floor with his insides spilling out. Half open eyes, jaw hanging. So much fucking blood. He definitely wasnt fucking jealous anymore.
âYou okay?â you ask immediately, looking up from the onions on the cutting board.Â
He barely casts you a glance before his gaze falls back on the floor where he had just tripped. He mumbles a barely there âyeahâ, before continuing to make his way towards the fridge.
You keep looking at him, hoping to see his eyes. Wishing he'd stop hiding them from you. But he smelled of shame. His shoulders drooped, making himself busy, preparing the drinks.
You sigh softly to yourself before turning back to the vegetables infront of you. Youâll talk later. You adjust your hold on the knife, continuing your work on dicing the onions.Â
The kitchen echoes of the knife against the wooden board and pouring of drinks. The metal in your hand glints when it slips a little. A shriek falls from your lips when the sharp blade lands on the tip of your finger. it stings and burns.
You hear steve drop the ice tray back on the counter. "oh shit, honey. hold on." he is so quick as he pulls you towards the sink, turning on the faucet. Though it hurts, you donât even know if you're bleeding. Still the water changes colour to an orangish pink as it runs over your finger. As Steve holds your hand under the flow, you realise his fingers that wrapped around your wrist are shaking. You let him do whatever he needs to do. but damnit you also need him to calm down, he looks like heâs tending to a slit across your wrist rather than an accidental knick.
When the water runs clear, he turns to grab a paper towel. he's frantic as he does so. He applies the pressure a bit too hard. you hiss but try to reassure him nonetheless, "Steve, honey, it's fine."
"no, no. I gotta stop the bleeding." he doesnt look up at you as he dabs away the last drop of blood, he doesn't look up as he bandages you up. You wait for him to look at you as he looks down at where his hands hold yours. Or maybe its yours holding his.
the still after he's done kills you.
you cup his cheeks with your other hand. he is stiff under you yet he keeps looking at your hurt finger. you brush aside his messy coffee brown strands. tucking some of his hair behind his ear even though it falls right back. your hold his face for a bit, trying to make him look at you. your pinkie rests behind his ear, thumb tracing over a freckle on his cheek.
so close, Steve thinks, so damn close. your fingers are right there, your lips are right there.Â
he hears you sigh softly, eyes still not meeting yours before you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder, nose nuzzling into his collar.
"you ok? feeling dizzy?" he is quick to ask.
"Steve. it was just a little cut. I'm not gonna get dizzy from thatâ, you smile at his overprotective worry, warm nose nudging into the crook of his neck. âbesides, I can't not be fine. I have got the best nurse from Hawkins with me."
Hawkins. Hawkins is not real.
his shoulders go rigid and it makes you lift your head up, pulling back to look at him. You're looking up at him so sweetly, silently asking 'do you want me to stop?'
He smiles back at you after a second before landing a soft and slow kiss on the apple of your cheek. You put your head back where it had been earlier. Something spreads in his chest, then it tightens. He realises, youâre trying to calm him down. To ground him. As if he actually deserves it. fuck, he fucking loves you so much.Â
âIâm so sorryâ, it comes out of him as a whimper.
âIts okay, Honeyâ, your voice is calm and soothing, âWeâre okay.â
He leans in, putting his head on your shoulder as well. Your scent fills his senses. The tightness transforms into a warmth for just a second. He breathes out, exhausted.
âSteve, what is it? Just talk to me.â
He sniffs, âThink iâm tired. Iâm just tired.â his voice comes out all thick and weary.
âFrom work?â you run a soothing palm across his back.
âI'm just tired honey. Tiredâ, and scared. âI⌠I don't know⌠it's the stress probably Iââ he cant tell you, he cant. He cant lose you. Let you leave. He needs you. You need him. you're supposed to need him.
âHoney, don't hide stuff from meâ
But he could never lie to you. You're his person. But you cant know. You cant fucking know.
âmy baby, my honey, please don't cryâ, he blinks. only now, realising that his eyes are wet and red, tears running down his cheek. He had murdered. In front of you.Â
"hey, c'mere", you try to pull him into a hug.
âIâm not good to you, y/nâ, you shake your head, trying to shush him as he repeats himself, âIâm notâ
"Steve. You are, honey. you are so good to me. d'you know how good you are to me? you treat me better than anyone ever has." you hold his face so he looks at you. "you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You're my steve." His face scrunches up, chin quivering as if he was on the verge of sobbing out loud. "you're my everything, honey."
He is finally looking at you, right in the eyes. his brown pools glisten like honey with his unshed tears. his eyes sunken, âYou look so tiredâ
"Tell you what, honey, forget the drink, let's just have dinner, and sleep, okay? I'll even give you that massage you wanted"
"n- no, you don't have to-"
âI didnt ask.â You're looking at him, the way you always have. All sweet and loving like heâs your every and all. And he is.Â
The food tasted of guilt.
it is when you're washing the dishes, you say, âHey, can you see the phone? It kept ringing earlier but then when i picked it up it was just a dial tone againâ
âIâll check it tomorrow, okay?â
âOkay.âÂ
He has âfixedâ the phone before. The day after that awful night. The night of tears and blood and phone calls.Â
She hasn't called since then. The new thing is empty calls. They only happen when its just you. And when picked up they're just that, empty. The dial tone.Â
Heâll fix that too.Â
Heâll carry the horrible things he remembers with him forever as long as youâre in that forever. If you leave thenâŚ. Heâll⌠he isnt sure what will happen. Heâll die maybe. If he ever was alive in the first place. He wont survive. He wonât be.
You need to stay. Youâre happier this way.Â
Right?
It creeps up his throat. guilt. shame. What if you arenât happy? what if you forgot that you aren't happy? Heâs been selfish, he knows but what if heâs being selfish and making you live through something that you don't want? What if you donât want it but just donât know it yet?
Heâll fix this mess, he promises. Heâll fix it all. He'll fix the phone, clean up everything and make a nice dinner for you when you come back from work.
In bed now, your fingers rub over his skin-- fingers going nowhere near where he needs you to forget it all. âFeel better?â you check in.
He doesnât. He nods anyway. He canât lie out loud.
its as if he felt nothing as you rubbed at his skin. When you're done, you kiss him all over. the kisses taste of guilt. it all tastes of guilt.
âŚ
ây/n get insideâ,Â
Everything's a blur. There was steve. Then someone else as well. You weren't sure who.
You are hiding in your shared room. Peaking through the slightly ajar door. They both face each other, squared shoulders, loud voices.Â
You can't look away.Â
Steve lunges forward with a rolled up fist. His knuckles connect hard with the otherâs cheek. Thereâs a shout. There are thuds. More knuckles hitting jaws. More grunts. They all sound the same.Â
it's Steve. Your steve. they both are.Â
it happens too fast and then it's over. Quiet.Â
Your back is to the wall, its like you cant breathe. The door creaks open. your steve. With a little blood on him, but heâs your steve.
He gives you that smile thats all endearment and adoration, yet the words that come out of those same lips contradict his easygoing and soft expression. âyou can't stay hiding forever, honeyâ
you weren't sure how, but you find yourself beside the kitchen counter. your eyes land on the countertop. The deep, dark blood a stark contrast against the plain beige granite. The blood is viscous, almost brown. it doesn't look like actual blood.
When you look down, its steve. Except heâs not yours. Heâs disfigured. Lips parted, eyes half open, lifeless.
And blood. A pool of the too-dark blood around his skull. Spilling from it. His skull, Steveâs skull. Tears blur your vision, bile rising up your throat. But the insides you expected to be there aren't there. It's hard to tell with the blood, but it looks nothing like flesh, you aren't even sure what it looks like. you just know it makes you want to look away. just when you're about to, he moves.
the disfigured Steve. his neck turns, facing you. his broken jaw moves as he horrifyingly chokes out, âYou can't stay here forever.â
Its sickening, all of it. You feel yourself stumble back, bumping into the other Steve, âHoneyâ, you turn around and you are met with a face you're all too familiar with. Steve's face, alive and fine except for the blood thats splattered on his face and hands.
âSteve?â
ring-ring. ring-ring.
your gaze snaps towards the source of the noise. the bright red phone rings blaring loud from its place on the wall.
âit's for you honeyâ, this steveâ your Steve says. you walk closer to the phone, it's ringing deafening yet you don't pick it up. it scares you, you realise.Â
and as the plastic of it clammers against itself with each passing ring, you stare at it, fists balled up beside you, heartbeat loud in your ears, breathing out of control. your mind shouts at you to pick it up.Â
pick it up. Pick it up. Pick. It. Up. PICK ITâ
Beep. Beep. Beep. the phone is to your ear now, your hold tightly on it. and beneath the beeping you hear something else. or rather someone.
âI am not going to let you do thatâ, you hear a woman say. its faint. you really have to strain your ears to hear it. you aren't sure from where, but you recognize that voice.
âIâm thinking of the future, you can't stay here foreverâ, it's a younger woman. You know her too. You know both of them. it's voices shouting at one another. it feels as if youâre listening in on an argument. they are voices you think you've heard before. voices you haven't heard in a long while. it's all overlapping voices. all familiar.
just when you were about to put the receiver back up, blood. you see blood, seeping from the phone, bleeding through the wallpaper. it's dark and thick as it slowly trickles down the wall. you flinch away from it.
When you blink, youâre back in your room. Your heart practically beating out of your chest. you sit up straight immediately.
âHoney, whatââ Steve is awake beside you, hair sleep mussed and concern etched onto his features.
âSteve?â, you say his name through a heaving chest.
âWhat is it?â he moves in closer, brushing aside the hair that was falling infront of your eyes.
You don't answer him, instead you hug him. your arms going around his shoulder, body draping over his.
âYou okay?â he asks dumbly despite knowing you arent.
âI hadâ I just had the most horrible dream. it wasââ, you stutter, burying your burning face into his neck. It's pretty damn hard to get the image of the cracked open skull of your lover out of your head. "god, it was horrible", you sniffle, shaky hands cradling the back of his head.
âIts okay, you're okayâ, he says softly, hand rubbing your back to try to give you any semblance of comfort. for a while, the room just sounds of your sniffles. he speaks up after a while, âdo you want to talk aboutââ
âno.â Your arms tighten around him.
â... well, whatever it was. it wasn't real, honey.â
This is another thing he learned. no memory ever truly gets erased. that moment where you saw him do what he did to the other him, although forgotten is still hidden somewhere in the recesses of your mind. it's some subconscious or unconscious mind bullshit.
he had killed. murdered. in front of you. for you. and he hates to admit it to himself, but he knows damn well he'll do it again. a million times. as long as you're there.
the floorboards can creak, stick up and trip him. his own visage can haunt him if it must. as long as you're his.
If lying is what keeps you here then so be it. Heâll lie a billion times. if it makes you stay.
âŚ
Your eyes burn as you grab your keys but its not from sadness, no, its pure unadulterated anger. The straps of your duffel bag and backpack dig into your shoulders. Your entire room is in these bags nowâ your entire childhood, all your teenage years.
Youâre as quiet as can be as you walk to your car, you spare one last look at the house you grew up in, where your parents and sister still sleep unaware that they won't find you the next morning.Â
You don't feel sorry for them. You don't feel remorse. You donât feel regret. Not a single iota.
When you turn the key, the ignition is not nearly as quiet as you want it to be. You shift the gear, foot on the pedal, hoping that by the time anyone realises youâre far enough that they donât get ahold of you.
It is when you drive past the sign that reads âvisit againâ does it really hit you. Youâve left. Youâve done it. A grin spreads itself across your face, tears now dried. Finally, you laugh to yourself. You donât plan on ever visiting again.Â
The ecstasy only lasts for so long, though. Because its around 3 am and the roads are dark, eerie and worst of all empty. On one hand, its a good thing, thereâs no one to witness you, no chances of anyone reporting you. But on the other side, your instincts shout at you to find some light. The highway is way too damn dark.
Thankfully, the adrenaline is still high, youâre nowhere near sleepy to worry about stopping in the middle of nowhere or falling asleep on the wheel.
You put in one of the mixtape that was lying in the glove box. Songs you had listened to thousands of times before.Â
You plan on driving for a couple more hours then around sunrise, stop at a diner when itâll be more busy, filled with mostly truck drivers, maybe some travelling families. More busy means less chances of anyone paying attention to you. That's what you want.
âŚ
Youâre sitting in your car, fingers tracing over the roads of the map. You have no idea where youâre going to go. You really should've planned something.Â
You take a huge bite of the breakfast sandwich you hold in your other hand. Its greasy smell made you realise just how hungry you really were. A piping hot coffee sits in the cup holder after you had burned your tongue with it.Â
Despite the warm orange light of the sunrise shining on your face, you were definitely sleepy now. But despite how much you wanted you, you couldn't rest. Not yet. Youâre not far away enough. Youâre lucky, the news of you running away probably hasnât reached people's ears yet. But youâre going to run out of luck soon. Your dad has probably already called the police. Theyâve probably started looking for you, or maybe not. You hope to god that the cops do an awful job like they mostly tend to do.
To throw them off your trail, you got off the highway and decided to take a more convoluted route away from your town. You still don't know where youâre going. You're not sure where youâll go. just somewhere far, far away, never to return.Â
You drive among what are mostly trucks and maybe a few cars here and there. With the windows down, your hair flows with the wind. the smell of the fresh morning, aroma of the coffee you occasionally take a sip from, and the exhaust from the other vehicles fills the car.
you'd grown tired of your stupid mixtape somewhere around 6 am. and now that quiet eats at you as well, your hand reaches for the console to turn on the radio instead.Â
â--think the coffee I just made is a laxative level threat, so, if I end up shitting my pants in the middle of the show, I expect you lovely people to hold my hand." the radio host rambles on before pausing for a moment as if realising what he had just said. "I⌠pardon my french. I really hope my boss didnât hear⌠any of this, heâs going to give me another strike..â, you hear a sigh and find yourself letting out a chuckle at that unexpected rambling.
the man clears his throat before he turns on his professional radio-show host voice, âAnyway! moving away from talks of the gutâ Hello, hello, to my lovely ladies and my handsome gentlemen. this is Steve over here and you're listening to me and my ramblings.. and maybe a song or two in betweenâ Based on your requests of course. Anyway, before we move onto the next song, my nerd friendâ I'm saying that endearingly of courseâ he told me something about Stephen Hawking the other dayâŚâ he drones on and on, he really did mean the part about the rambling.
âŚ
You need gas.Â
Youâve been driving for hours with little to no breaks in between. You suppose youâre far enough. Both you and your car need a breather.Â
Youâre grateful that the gas station you pull into is mostly empty except for one car. You park and first make your way into the convenience store. Your eyes scan over the store, one employee, two teenagers. You sigh of relief, if you play your cards right, you won't get noticed as anything out of the ordinary.
as you scour through the snack aisle, the only other customersâ two teenagers do so as well. Fortunately they were too engrossed in their own conversation to pay any heed to you.
â.. yeah, I mean I had left the room for like a minute!" the teen boy exclaims in a hushed tone, "and my mom was already showing suzie our family videos from when I was little. Even the ones in which I'm butt-naked, I was six months old but still..." the other boy snickers at that.
before you could hear more of their exchange, you make your way onto the counter where the cashier whose badge read Dustin was. You need to be out of here. Even if no one notices you, it only now has dawned on you that this place most definitely has security cameras. Once you check out and pay for the gas, you are out the door like the wind.
The sun had set about an hour ago, its getting dark quick and your eyes are heavy. Steve is back on the radio again, talking about god knows what. Yet you find yourself enjoying it, the baritone of his voice, the snippets he shares from his life. Almost like having a friend despite the empty car.Â
you don't know what happened. you were on the road. you had just blinked for a second.
Steve is no longer talking.
The alarm of your car screeches. the smell of smoke, dirt, and metal, pungent. Something is digging into your collarbone, your seatbelt. Your sides hurt.Â
Youâre upside down.Â
The pain only gets worse when you try to move. Its blinding. Youâre cold and lightheaded. Your eyes weigh heavier and heavier. It was already too dark yet it got darker and darker. God knows how long you are that way before the darkness fully envelops your vision.
...
The first thing you hear is sirens. then its a voice.
â..Can youâ Can you hear me?â, you hear it drift in and out. Your ears ring. The sirensâ whether its police or an ambulance, you're not sure. It's hard to breathe, hard to see. the back of your neck feels sticky. You feel something drip from the back of your neck to your cheek.Â
âRobs, I don't see much of a responseâ, the man says to his partner. You squint your eyes closed when a blinding light shines, burning your retinaâ a flashlight.
You groan.
you hear a curse from one of them. âHeyâ hey, can you hear me? I need a response, can youââ you nod, barely before another wave of cold hits you. you cant help the shivers that runs through you. You whimper in pain.
you hear the crunch of boots over shards of glass, âOkay, okay. Don't move around too much. Weâll make sure you're alright.â
âshit, that's a lot of bloodâ, you hear another voice say.
your vision is too dark, too bright. Everything is a blur, the only thing you can see through your tunnel vision is the man in front of you. you look him in his determined eyes, âAm I...", you gasp through the numbing pain, "Will I ⌠die?â
âWhatâ no. no, no", his hair flops as he shakes his head. his voice like a rock in your delirium, you hold on to it. his brown eyes stare at you, trying his best to reassure and calm you down. "I'll fix this, okay? Iâll fix this.â And the strong willed arch of his brow makes you believe in him. âThink you can get to your belt?âÂ
You shake your head weakly as you still try to reach for the buckle, the movement eliciting an exhausted wince out of you, âI can't feel⌠I can'tâ it hurtsâŚâ
âOkay, okay. breath for me, okay? Try your best to. I don't want you to do anything else, okay? Just breathe andâ and stay awake. Iâll get you out in just a secâ, though his words reach your ears, you don't really hear them. a ringing settles in your ears.
The darkness starts spreading once again. you're so tired. you just want to sleep.Â
âHey! Hey! Keep your eyes open, keep breathing. Hey! Do you hear me? Hey!â
âŚ
âHey."
âHi", the boy looks up from his stack of tapes, his honeyed eyes go wide for just a second before he smiles at you, "how can I help you?â
âIâmâŚ", you start, hands fidgety, drawing circles over the grain of the wooden counter, "I'm not from around here. Been having a bad time recently. Can you recommend any movies to...â
âCheer you up?â he suggests with raised eyebrows.
a smile spreads across your features, cheeks warm before you nod.
He grins back even wider, features rounding up, âWell, you're in luckâ, he says as he leads you to the romcom aisle.
âŚ
The first thing you hear is the beep. beep. beep. of the heart monitor. When you look around you are met with dull walls, white lights, and scratchy sheets.
and then you see her. âmom?â your voice comes out rough, broken and barely there. she hears it regardless. she looks up from the magazine she had been mindlessly reading. her eyes go wide as something close to relief flashes across her face. She leaves the uncomfortable sofa she had been on, rushing to the side of your bed. You feel something in your stomach, its a weird feeling. Crazy as it seems, you think youâve missed her, a lot. âyou found meâ, your words aren't exactly excited, they aren't devastated either. they come out monotonous, just stating it as it is.
âYes, my baby, I did." her fingers are gripped tightly around the side of the bed you're on, "we didâ, she adds, glancing at a corner of the room. when you look over, you're met with your sister. she doesn't smile at you like your mother does, she doesn't frown either, just stands by the foot of the bed. barely acknowledging that you're there.
your brows pull together as you feel your mother's fingers grab ahold of your hand. you look back at your mother and all that comes out is, âhow?â
âthe paramedics that found you, they recognized you from the news", her thumb rubs right above where the iv drip is hooked into you, "Called us immediately after they brought you to the hospitalâ
âWhâwhat happened?â you ask through your husky voice.
âThey stitched you up, its gonna scar pretty badâ, it doesn't really answer your question. She's always like this. of course it'll scar. you don't need her to point out how bad and ugly it looks and will look. The weird feeling you had in the pit of your stomach is gone now. âand doctor Henderson is gonna get you better and then we can get you back homeâ, you go stiff, pulling your hand to yourself and turning onto your side despite the pain that flashes in your bones.
âHoney...â, she starts without continuing, tired hands reaching for your shoulder.
It's like the switch completely flips. Home. that's not your fucking home. âI'm not going back with you. leave." Your voice is cold. you frown like you're a child. you feel like one.
The softness of her features disappear, her brows arch, ây/n, don't make a scene in front of everyone", her voice is clipped as well, not as warm as it had been just a second ago, "you're tired.â
âmom? it's okay,â your sister finally speaks up. her voice is calm, elegant and absolutely fucking annoying. âtake a walk. call the doctors on your way backâ,Â
you refuse to look at your mother as she leaves the room hesitantly, leaving just you and your sister.
âWhere's dad?â you ask after a while.
âcafeteriaâ, she says, nonchalantly plopping herself on the sofa. she picks up a magazine from your mothers bag, she does so like you aren't half dead on the bed in front of her.
"What happened to me?" you question. But the only sound you hear is the machine beside you and turning of a glossy page. You try to turn to face her, but another wave of throbbing pain spreads through you. "Heyâ, your voice shakes, âi'm talking to you."
"oh, you're talking to me? sorry, I couldn't tell with the heaps of people in this room."
If you could get up and leave with a huff, you would have. Instead you face away from her. You take a breath in, a pain blooms in your chest. you cough out that breath with a pained grunt.
âhurts? That's 'cause you aren't supposed to be on your side yet. broken bones. guess you're just used to making things worse."
you try to turn back again, but only makes the pain even more blinding. your hands shake, bones weak, the tangled mess of tubes and wires makes you want to fucking cry. tears spring up in your eyes, your heartbeat starts to spike on the machine, the machines scream.
It's like your chest is caving in on itself. Your breathing was rapid, yet you couldn't really breathe, you felt lightheaded, âgod, what were you thinking? you really thought we would never find you?â
âPleaseââ, you call out her name.Â
âoh, right, you did it all for attention. guess running away wasn't enough, you just had to crash your car into a tree.â
you gulp. your head buzzes with the lack of oxygen. âfuck youâ, thatâs the last you manage to get out as you feel your lungs collapse in on themselves. The machines beside you start beeping even more wildly. You feel your chest move up and down restlessly trying to get some oxygen but soon blackness overtakes your vision.Â
It becomes just blackness. It's like you're underwater. You still hear the beeping. You hear voices, ones that don't belong to your sister, your mother or father.
âŚ
âWanna get out of here with me?â
He stops mid-chew of his cheeseburger for a second before he swallows it down and quips while gesturing around you with a fry, âThe diner not your scene?â
âNoâ I mean, do you want to leave this town with me?â
your breakfast sandwich lays unattended in front of you. He says your name but he doesn't say anything after.
âYou hate it here, Steve. Don't you want to start something new," your fingers reach for his, asking for his hand, you look at him expectedly, "with me?â
he looks down at his hands, licking his lips, brows pulled slightly together. you can tell he is trying to find an answer, you just hope to whatever higher power there is that he says yes.
you feel his fingers intertwine with yours and then tighten. He looks up at you with nothing but pure devotion in his eyes, like he'll follow you anywhere, â...where would we go?â
âŚ
There's that beeping again.
Youâre in a different room now. you hear people moving around you, talking amongst themselves. Voices you donât recognise. âI don't know youâ, you croak out, looking at the two people who have white coats on.
both their heads snap towards you. The woman with curly red hair walks up to your bedside with a smile, âyou do now, I'm Dr Maxine Henderson, in charge of your case.â
âIâm Dr. Lucas Harrington", the man says as he adjusts the drip of your iv before he looks at you, "how're you feeling?â
âdoped outâ, you say through a smirk.
âmight have something to do with all the drugs we gave you.", dr. Harrington jokes before he questions, "how's the pain?â
âmostly dull.â
their brows furrow. âbut still there?â Dr. Henderson asks.
âMhm", your throat hurts like hell, the more you talk-- pain finally catching up to you, "more on the left side.â
âWell, not enough drugs, I guessâ, the man quips before he gets a new vial from the cabinet and a sterile syringe.
âwhat happened?â the question leaves your lips without you even realising. you were with Steve. you were supposed to leave with steve.
âwhat, the first time or the second time?â the woman asks as the man taps the syringe to get rid of any air bubbles.
Your brows pull together, âum, both?â
âyou got in an accident. you were there for a while before the paramedics got to you.", she explains as she looks over a pad-- what you assume is your medical file. "hit your head pretty hard, lot of blood in your brainâ
âWait, blood isn't supposed to be in there?â
âI was surprised too when I found out in med school. turns out its supposed to be in your veins."
"semantics", you mumble.
she chuckles to herself before her eyes start skimming over the details of your file again-- her smile falling as she tells you everything. "You broke a rib and your clavicle. the trauma was pretty bad, you came here with your brains practically spilling out. your spine got messed up as well.â
Dr. Harrington moves to inject the syringe into the iv cannula. pain erupts in the vein when he pushes the medicine in, eyes screwing shut as you wince out loud, "great.â he rubs gently at the vein. The warmth soothes away the pain for the most part. you whisper out a thank you to him, he flashes you a small smile.
âAfter that when you woke up here, your lungs almost collapsed." Dr. Henderson continues, "went hypoxic for a while. we had to work on your brain in the surgery, the intracerebral haemorrhage was bad. worse than before. mostly affected the temporal lobe and the brain stemââ
âbig wordsâ, you croak out with a smile and droopy eyes.
âToo nerdy, isn't she?â The two of them share a smirk like it's an inside joke. He looks at her how Steve looks at you, all adoring.
You blink, eyes a little less sleepy, â... whereâwhere's Steve?â
her brows furrow, âum, Steve?â Dr. Henderson gets another look at your file. her features morph into that of confusion, âyour familyââ
âMy family isn't here." you immediately say, "I need Steve, can you call him?â
â.. there's noâ I don't see a Steve here. your family isââ
you push up onto your elbow despite the pain, despite the fact the iv tube and the catheter attached pulls. âI need Steve!â
Dr. Harrington tries to push your shoulder to hold you back down, âCan you give us a full name?â
âSteveâŚ", you rack your brain for a last name. nothing. you look at the other doctor in desperation before you repeat again, "Steve!"
"ok, y/n I need you to calm downâ you're going to have another seizure."
your vision blurs. the grating sound of the machines, the bright lights, the people shouting at you-- it all mixes into a cacophony of unbearable stimulation. "I need Steve!â
it's the last thing you say before pain consumes you. It hurts so damn much. then it doesn't. it fades. all of it. then it's all nothing.
âŚ
âIs there anything you can do?â Steve is tired. The doctors most definitely see it too. It probably emanates from him at this point. The pitiful boy with a dying partner who cant seem to catch a break.
âThe damage is pretty bad. We did all we could with the surgery, Mr. Harrington. Its highly risky doing it again, and we arenât even sure itâll do any good at all. Weâve sedated the patient for now but once it wears offâŚâ
âItâll result in another seizureâ, the other doctor chimes in.
âSoâ, Steve gulps, âthereâs nothing?â
âThere isâŚâ the doctor shares a look with the other before looking back at Steve, âone option.â
âWhat?â
âMedically induced coma. it'll give the brain time to rest and maybe regenerateââ
âOkay.â it comes out immediately. Anything. Heâll do anything to have you back.
âSir, I need you to know that the odds of this working are⌠low.â the other doctor who had been quiet, warns.
âSo you're just taking a chance?â
He nods, âour only chance.â
âŚ
Steve was both glad and loathing of the heart monitor. On one hand, it meant that you were alive, that your heart was still beating despite your still body. On the other, it was all there was of you now. All he heard of you for the past six months was the beep beep beep of the heart monitor. All he saw of you was when your eyes would move a little sometimes under your lids. All he felt from you was your faint pulse under his fingers.
He missed your voice, your laugh. He missed your eyes, your smile, the way that you look at him. He missed your touch, your kisses, the way you brush aside his messy strands.
And right now sitting on the chair beside you, wearing your perfume, he waits for you to wake upâ like he has done for months now. You have to wake up. You have to. He canât think of what he would do if you donâtâ no. you will wake up.Â
Its been months. The doctors seem to have given up for the most part, the nurses send him pitying eyesâ he hates them all.Â
With your hand in his, he clips your nailsâ he had never stopped to wonder before if people in comatose grew their hair and nails, surprisingly, they did. When he is done, he uses a moisturiser on your skin, it looked so dry lately. He does so gently, the skin felt so thin like it would tear if he pulled too hard. Your hands felt so light in his, so fragile, soâŚ. lifeless. He tried his best to avoid the IV in your hand, the wire that was attached to the heart monitor, the tubes that helped your breathe.Â
He moves aside the wisps of hair on your cheeks. Rubbing the skin there, he gulps, fingers reaching for yours, rubbing over your knuckles.Â
When they first put you into coma, when the doctors were hopeful, theyâd tell him to talk to you, that you could possibly hear everything. that it could bring you back.
ây/nâŚ. honey, I miss you so much. everything is at a standstill. I just need you, honey. the doctors are very hopeful though," he lies. they aren't. They havenât been for a long while. You arenât getting better. But then again, you arenât getting worse either. "They say any moment now, you're gonna get up and kiss me stupid", his face is overcome with a mixture of grief and nostalgia, a heartbroken smile.
It's so damn silent.
His âsmileâ crumbles, "honey, please. Iâ I just miss you too damn much." he laments.
He stays that way, like he is everydayâ sobbing silently, waiting on some sort of miracle. After a while, he finally sniffles, wiping his tear-stained cheeks and red nose, "I'm gonna bring us some of that shitty coffee and... should i go for the sandwich or bagel?" He kisses your knuckles and pauses as if youâll actually answer back.
"... you're right like alwaysâ, he smiles again as if youâve said something, as if there was a sound other than the machines by your bed, âbreakfast sandwich it is."
He is almost out the door when he hears your voice, âSteve...â, it comes out barely audible but he hears it anyway. At first he thinks it's his mind playing tricks on him, he's officially gone insane. but he turns around anyway and there he finds you, weak, fragile but awake.
âhoney? y-you're awake. Iâ I'll call the doctorââ
âNo, steveâ, you hold your hand up for him to take, âIâm sorry. I need to tell you somethingâ
âDonât move around too much. You need a doctor y/nââ
âI just need you Steve please, honeyâ, he finally takes your hand in his and finds that he's shaking. âListen to me Steve. Please. I can't stay here forever. they're working quick."
"they? who's they?"
âSteve, what I'm aboutâ about to tell you is⌠it's very important. I know I never told you much about my life before hawkinsââ, the heart monitor's beeps start spiking.
âHey, slow downââ
âI donât have the time. Listenâ I don't remember much after I left my parents house. I just remember leaving. And thenâŚ.. The next thing I remember is you. I don't know how Iâ" your voice cracks, you pause to take a couple deep breaths in, "I don't know how⌠it happened. But you were there. And you were perfect and all I needed." your chest rises and falls wildly, you don't even take a second to wince in pain, âIt took me a while to figure it out. Iâve hid things. I have been selfish. Iâve lied to you a lot, Steve. Iâ I can't anymore.â
"i dont understand..."
"this isn't real." you gulp, "none of this is."
"whaâ of course its real, I'm right here"
"you aren't real, Steve. none of this is", you repeat again, as it will make sense suddenly. "I'm dying."
"you're not going to dieâ"
"no, honey. out there, I'm dying. they've kept me asleep so I don't. but they're going to wake me again. and I don't- I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to come back to you. I'm sorry. But youââ, your voice cracks again, your lip quivers, eyes red and glassy, âYou can have your own life now. Anything you wantâ you can do whatever you want to do.â
âIâ Iâm calling the doctors.â
âSteve⌠I just want you to knowâ I love you, honey. More than anything. More than anyone, than the entire world.â
âJust hold on ok? Just breathe okay?â he tells you as he rushes to get ahold of any doctors or nurses. By the time he comes back, you're already gone.
âŚ
Your mother cried when you woke up. Â
Youâre getting better. That's what the doctors say. Theyâre all happy. Everyday they tell you family with a smile that youâre getting better. That they only need to monitor you for just a week or two more before they discharge you.
You lied. When they asked you who Steve was and why you had been asking for him. you told them you don't remember. but you do remember.
You miss him.
You miss him in the calls for dr. Harrington. You miss him when you saw the paramedic that saved you passing by. You miss him when you turn on the radio. Steve, the real Steve, the Steve who is a radio host.
But theyâre not your steve. Your steve.
you're sitting up on the side of your bed, phone in hand. Now that you're doing better, most of your family is at home, it was your sister's turn to stay the night and she was down in the cafeteria or maybe she's somewhere else, not that you cared.
After being kept on hold for a while, you finally hear his voice, âHello, this is Steve, whatâs your name?â his tone is all chipper and professional like it always is on these calls.
âIâmâŚ", you swallow, "I'm y/n l/n.â
âThanks for calling in, y/n, anything you want to share with us before we take your request?â
âUh, yeah. Iâ I just wanted you to know that your showâŚ", you trail off for a second, trying to blink away the sting in your eyes, "it means a lot to me, your show.â your voice is quiet, still hoarse, you don't really talk a lot to anyone. âI love⌠your showâ, you can't help the shaky smile that grows on your features.
The line is silent for a while, you doubt he's heard such sincerity on these calls, most of the times it's just fun jokes and small talk. âOh⌠well, thank you so much. I⌠I really appreciate that. If I can provide any type of solace or comfortâ that's⌠that's my goal, always. Soâ uh, sorryâŚ", he clears his throat. you imagine its your Steve on the other side of the call. a twinge settles in your chest, "um what is your song request y/n?â
You donât know why you hang up then. If anything, you wanted to hear him more.Â
you turn on the radio, â--lost the connection with y/n. But I really did appreciate that so much. y/n, if you call us again, Iâd love to take your request. Let'sâ uh⌠let's move on to the next caller...â
The phone stays in your hand. Half of the numbers dialed already. You donât move to add the rest. It isnât him. He isnât your Steve. You let out a shuddered breath as put you the phone down.
Heâs not real. How can he not be real? If he isnât real then why does he feel more real than anyone else in your life?
The back of your neck hurts, your stitches pull when you lie back down on your bed. and when you fall asleep, you wish to see Steve in your dreams.
âŚ
You were gone. You had told Steve everything, you told him that you made him, that he never was real, that there is no Hawkins.Â
You can have your own life.Â
How could you have said that? You created him, didnt you know that you were his life? You were his purpose. He was made for loving you. He loves you like he was made for it⌠because he was.
The apartment is quiet, no heartbeat, no heart monitor. He feels empty, hollow. He needs you to hold him, he needs to put his head on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat.The silence is grating, it eats at him. It's unbearable, insufferable. All he has is your lingering scent on the pillows and the sheets. He holds your pillow at night. But sleep never comes. He doesn't sleep. He doesnt wake up. He doesn't go to work.Â
Anything you want.
He just wants you. Despite everything, he just wants you. Just you.
he'll fix you. He'll bring you back.Â
He isnât sure when he succumbs to sleep, but he does remember his last thought before he does so. He will fix this. He will fix everything.
he falls asleep with tired red rimmed eyes. and when he wakes up, you're there. and you kiss him the way that he loves, the way that makes him forget. and he forgot. He forgot, but he had you. so it didn't fucking matter.
âŚ
You are at work, whatever that isâ Steve for the life of him canât remember.
He has his day off and is keeping his promiseâ he has already fixed the phone, atleast he hopes he has. He has no idea how he would do it though.Â
Now, he is cleaning. He is already done with the bedroom and living room. He had left the dreaded kitchen for last.Â
He puts away yesterday's groceries in their respective places. Its all a little bleak. After everything that happened last time, he has made it a point to timely go to grocery shopping. Technically, you donât really need it. Technically, youâre not real, neither is the food. Neither is anything he has ever experienced.
You are all he has experienced. And he is fine with that. He is more than fine with that. You are all he needs.Â
He is wiping the kitchen counter when his toe catches on something. When he looks down, its the floorboard, he tripped over the previous night. The wood pokes up at the corner.Â
Thatâs where his head had been.
The dread creeps up his spine.Â
He can't tell you. It's for your own good.Â
his jaw tightens. What's this rationalization anyway? Fuck this. you're happy. here with him. He is all you need. Â
The floorboard that sticks up mocks him. He is supposed to be all you need.Â
He stomps his foot over the corner of the wood. It hurts more than he expected. It doesn't budge. He can't let you notice. He stomps at it again. Pain flashes in his heel. Why the fuck does he feel pain? How can he feel pain if he isn't fucking real? The wood stays the same.Â
His nostrils flare. He moves away with a heavy stride to get his toolbox. The same toolbox he used to make sure you don't get any more âprank callsâ. You can't know. He can't let you know. You're happy here.Â
You're supposed to be happy here. You're supposed to be here. You're his person. You're his purpose.Â
and just with a final heavy hit of the hammer, the corner of the plank settles into its place. and though it doesn't stick out anymore, it's far from smooth. It's definitely noticeable.
he can't let you notice. He can't let you leave.
the nagging thought embeds itself in him. what if you want to leave?
âŚ
Youâre kissing him.
He feels lightheaded in the best way possible. Because you have your one hand buried in his hair and the other starting to rub at the bumps on the nape of his neck. Right where he needs you.
God, he's finally going to forget. Everything is going to be normal now.
"th-thank you, honeyâ, a sigh of relief leaves him as you deepen the kiss. Your teeth scrape over the soft of his bottom lip. His arms tighten around you as he kisses you back, "thank you so much."
âSteveâ, you almost whimper out and it makes him go deeper and harder. "Steve?â it's your tone the second time, one that didnât sound so much of pleasure, that's what makes him slow down and pull away a little. When he looks at your face a pit settles in his stomach because you look absolutely terrified as you look at him with wide eyes. He feels you pulling away from his hold and he isnât sure why, but he feels the back of his eyes start to sting. âSteve!--" when you are out of his arms, you look down at your hands which are painted a deep dark red. his breaths are too loud, his thoughts are too loud, it's all too much and you look at him so scared, "Steve, what is happening?" you ask with horror in your eyes.
That terror in your eyes is the last thing he sees before his eyes open. He finds himself sitting upright in bed with his chest heaving. He runs a hand over his face and through his hair as he tries to calm his breathing.
When he looks over, hoping to find you cozy and fast asleep under the shared blanket, he instead finds your eyes looking back at him, sitting with your back against the headboard..
"Whyââ he clears his throat, âwhy are you awake?'
you pick at the skin around your nails, "couldn't sleep..."
âdo you want toâ"
"no." You shut him down immediately, eyes still on your hands. It takes you a while before you look back up at him. "You had a nightmareâ, it isnât really a question.
"It was nothing. I'm okay.â
âSteveâŚâ, he knows that tone, he knows you'll ask him if he wants to tell you about it. he doesn't. he fucking doesn't.
âCan we go back to sleep?"
you both look at each other. there's something in the air, something so thick. but something neither of you want to address. âOf course.â
âŚ
The next morning is your day off.Â
you aren't sure what to make of your dream from last night. you aren't sure why you didn't tell Steve. you aren't sure what there even is to tell. Hey, honey, I had a dream where I got a call on the phone and when I picked it up it sounded like people arguing over god knows what. they all sounded familiar to you. they're the same voices you always hear in your dreams.
you're making your breakfast when your gaze lands on the floorboard by the kitchen counter. one of the panels is caved in and discolored a little around the corner. when you step on it, it creaks.
something in you shouts at you to inspect closer.
The rest of the day is spent with mostly you trying to silence that voice in your head that keeps telling you to rip apart the floors.
...
When Steve gets back at 7:08 p.m., he finds you on the floor with tools around you.
âHoney? wh-what are youââ, he doesn't bother to take his shoes off or his jacket when he sees the blood on your hands, âare you hurt?â
âNo, it's the floorââ
He doesn't even hear what you're saying, 'cause there's just so much blood. âof course you're hurt; look at all this blood, I've gotta clean you upââ
âSteve", it makes him look up at your face and he finds your brows furrowed, "what blood?â When he looks back down at where his hands hold yours. your hands are clean and untainted. no blood. "Steve?"
"What the fuck were you doing?" he himself doesnât expect the harsh words that leave him.
"Excuse me?"
âit's like you're being intentionally fucking stupid.â
âSteveââ if he wouldâve stopped for even a fraction of a second he wouldâve noticed the rage creeping up your neck.
âIf there was something wrong then why the hell did you not wait for me? It's my job. I'm supposed to fix everything. why can't you listen to me FOR ONCE."
âdon't. shout. at me.â you warn, holding up a finger. but he's all anger. you were so close to knowing. you can't know.
â... go to the bedroom.â he can't let you know. you're happy here.
you shake your head once with your nostrils flared before stomping towards the apartment door.
âHoney", you start putting your shoes on. and he regrets it, of course he regrets it. but he can't let you leave. âHoney. I didn'tââ
âdidn't mean it? I know. I know you didn't mean it and you're so sorry and that it's because of stress." your other shoe is on, and your grasp tight around the door knob, "stress about God knows what, cause you sure as hell don't tell me about it!â
ây/nâ"
âWhat is going on with youâ, you finally turn to look him in the eyes. In that moment, Steve almost crumbles down into a heap infront of you to beg for your forgiveness. To beg for you to stay. to beg for you to punish however you deem fit but not leave him.
ânothingââ
âfrom the lastâI don't knowâmonth or two, you've just been so out of it. it's like I'm talking to a wall and you're in your own head, and when you're not doing that, you're lashing out on me." you frown at him but your palm finds its place on his cheek anyway. "just tell me what's going on with you.â
He can't tell you. He pulls your hand down, ignoring the burning in his throat, ânothing. nothing is going on.â
you swallow, looking down at where your hands intertwine, âwhat's under those floorboards?â
ânothing.â
âStop lying, Steveâ
âI'm being honest. it's nothing.â
âno you're not,â you look up at him and he just knows you can see right through him.Â
âYou⌠you don't wanna know. trust me.â
âI do. I want to know. tell me.â
âyou don'tâ you don't mean that.â
âI mean it Steve. I want to knowâ
he nods. his palm rises, thumb finding its place on your cheek. you can't know. he is sorry. he is so fucking sorry. And he will repent and pay his punishment but he can't fucking let you know. he leans in. He just has to make you forget. But just when your lips are about to touch, you turn away. He can't help but beg, âhoney, please. justââ
âNo. Tell me what's under there Steve.â
he isn't sure how, but looking you in your eyes convinces him. you want to know. He could never lie to you. Heâll do whatever you ask him to. He would lie, beg, steal and kill for you. And if you just asked, heâd tell you the truth, âokay, I'll tell youâ, he gives in and he means it.
He leads you to where he had found you earlier by the kitchen counter. He picks up a hammer. He steals a glance at you. This could be the last time he does it. he is going to lose you. He couldn't fix this.
He sticks the hammerhead's claw into the dented corner of the floorboard. with a grunt, he pulls at it. the wood splinters as he pulls it out.
and there it is.
the files. the pictures. the maps.
âWhat's all this? what does this mean?â
â're you still sure you wanna know?â
You nod and he tells you. He tells you everything. from the beginning. to now. the end.
And you listen. and as he tells you, he can see the memories slowly coming back to you as shiny tears pool your eyesâ threatening to fall.
fuck, he's going to lose you.
"How come I don't remember anything?" When he is done explaining, you finally question with red, wide eyes.
He walks closer, fingers barely brushing behind your ear and over your cheek. over the raised skin, âyou feel that?â You curl a smidge into his warmth without even thinking as you nod. âThese bumps... I have âem too." he gestures to the back of his neck, "they make you forget.â
âForget? forget what?â
âeverything. they're why you don't rememberâ, he pulls his hand back to himself. "But you remember now, don't you?"
you nod as a tear finally runs down your cheek, leaving a wet trail behind. He has lost you.
"I'm not going to take the choice away from you. it's up to you." he blinks to get rid of the tears that blind his vision. He instead lets them roll down his face. He doesn't care if he looks like a pathetic mess, he just wants to see as much of you as he can, for as long as he can. " If you want to leave, you can", he swallows the rest of his oncoming tears as he continues, "but justâ kiss me one last time before you go? just make me forget it all, please."
you walk a step closer to him. He feels your warm hands nestle his face and he can't help but lean in one last time. "Thank you", he lets out shakily as your thumb rubs over his cheekbone.
He is waiting for you to connect your lips to his when he feels your other hand reach for his. He watches dumbfounded as you place his palm on your own face, "what're you doing?"
"Nothing", you smile, all adoring and lovesick, "just loving on you."
"What?"
âit's okay, honey", you reassure him as you feel his hand find its place like puzzle pieces. or magnets. it just fit. like you were made for each other, because you were.
you remember now.
You had run away. You had left all ifs and buts. All uncertainties. You live with your one certain now, Steve. Your Steve.
âYou know why I made you?â you say, lashes clumped together. and through them you looked at Steve as if he hung the stars. âbecause I hated the world. Hated everyone in it. I wanted it to burn. I left it for you. then why the hell would I ever leave the one thing I ever loved for a world that doesn't care?â
Steve is stunned. He didn't lose you. and you're still here and looking at him like you have all the time in the world. and maybe, you do.
"Please, just kiss me?" you blink away the last of your tears as you ask so sweetly. and who is he to deny you. He could never deny you.
When he leans in, so do you. and your hands are in their place, and his are in theirs. and it all just fits. it's all just perfect. his lips meet yours. it all feels like his first memory. slow then deep. a dance you'd done a million times, a dance you'll do a billion times.
you're his person.
and when you both pull away and look at each other, it's all adoring smiles. It's all love.
"So, what're we making for dinner?"
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masterlists!
** all works are x reader (written as x fem!reader but most are/can be read as gender neutral)
** this masterlist includes all fandoms i write for - if you have a suggestion with another fandom/character, you can still request it, and i can see if i know them/am willing to write for them ** this is a dark blog; all content comes with content warnings and is 18+ !!
â dark marvel masterlist
â dark stranger things masterlist
â dark miscellaneous
â kinktober 2023
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Oh goodie! (Teaser)
18+ MINORS DNI.
Pairing: Older!Eddie Munson x innocent!nerdy!reader (afab!reader) x Older!Steve Harrington

Summary: being a latchkey child, you are used to being alone. So when your parents announced that your whole family is moving to Hawkins, you paid them no mind and just packed up your bags. What you are not expecting was that the house that your family just bought comes with two neighbours that are in dire need to have you in any way.
Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns. DUBCON. NONCON. 100% FILTH. Smut. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it). Hidden relationships. Age gap. Cream pie. Size kink. Degradation. Corruption. Choking/slapping (in a pleasurable way). Pet names (no use of y/n). Fingering. Squirting. Overstimulation. Public sex. Recording. Dark!Steve Harrington & Dark!Eddie Munson
Authorâs note: English is not my first language and I might have not proofread this- sorry if the warning is long already! It might be longer as I am adding more as I go with this whole fic. Let me know if I missed anything though, my sweets! đ
âCome on,baby.. Come on. You can do better than that.â
A pair of hazel eyes mixed with hints of green stares at you in awe, cooing on how you try to speak without being a babbling mess. You can feel the slow hum of wind outside from the window, the only thing cooling you right now despite it being humid, your skin feeling sticky and coated with a light sheen of sweat. The man fixed your glasses that now sat crooked on your nose after tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear.
You tried to look at him without whimpering, taking note of how his arms look taut and firm as he fold it in front of his chest with the sleeves of his black button down folded. His thick, hazel hair that are now peppered with white strands which was styled earlier is now unkempt. He is sporting his own glasses that sat handsomely on his face. His features are breath-taking. As if the angels took their time to make him, if only his eyes were showing softness instead of desire. Lust. He was clearly watching you with amusement, trying to take all of you in.
Smack!
The sound was sharp and bounced on the walls before another one came.
Smack!
âLook at her,Eddie. Isnât she the prettiest? You are.. arenât you?â
Plump, soft lips found your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away as they pepper both of your cheeks with light kisses. The said man kept on thinking how they manage to get such an angel in this situation. Desire pooling his crotch at all the sinful things he wanted to do to you.
âShe is, Harrington. She is..â A gravelly voice answered him. You tried to look up at the man that just spoke but another smack landed on your ass cheek. You squirmed under his hold, rubbing your thighs for a reason that you werenât sure earlier but is now aware. You tried to deny how wrong the feeling is but you can only feel yourself getting wetter. Your thighs feeling stickier than earlier as you moan and sniffle. You keep on producing slick as your pussy clench on nothing. Suddenly, your clothes feel a bit tight with how warm it has gotten.
âWould be the most perfect girl if she can only count properly. She already forgot how many she was supposed to count, sâkeep on moaning.â Eddie snickered, teasing you. He landed another smack before groping your sore flesh.
âPlease..â you pleaded, looking back at the man that is currently holding you down and massaging your sore skin. His long, wavy hair is now tied in a messy low bun. Big, brown doe-eyes sparkling with mischievousness. His pale-tattooed arms holding you down firmly. You kept your eyes on Eddieâs face, drinking him in and his soft features despite landing blow after blow on your sore backside. Hissing when you felt his cold rings land where he smacked you, you let out a sob. You felt tired but also intoxicated as if your senses has been heightened. Your eyes were fluttering, eyelashes kissing your rose-coloured cheeks because of the warmth of Eddieâs body and the hot summer air of Hawkins.
You really donât know how it started. How you ended up being bent over Mr. Munsonâs and Mr. Harringtonâs lap. Both men were taking turns at first on smacking your ass cheeks and squeezing it while making you count loudly, Steveâs fingers ghosting your clothed cunt that were slowly dampening the thin material of your underwear. While Eddie is whispering how you are just made for the both of them. You squished your cheeks on Eddieâs thigh, your mind slowly blurring the events.
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