#like they leave picnic tables just covered in all of their shit like it's not their problem

[happybird16]

Suddenly thinking of Levi who works at a National Park and spends the entirety of his day hiking around in his cute little uniform (short sleeves and short shorts with an adorable hat) picking up all the trash people have left behind. If he can track the people who littered down he lets them know that they should 'Leave no trace' with all of his wrath 🥰

[msgexymunson]

The Code

Description: Your very first day at your new school and you've already managed to find a dealer. Not only that, but he is fine. Maybe living with your mom might not be too bad after all. 

Warnings: Making out, fingering, male and fem oral receiving, p in v unprotected sex 

A/N: I just wanted some desperate, clingy ‘I need you’ sex so here we are. I loved writing this so much I think this is going to end up in a whole universe just about these two.

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Masterlist 

This must be the spot. 

You walk out into the little clearing in the woods. It's private, encircled by trees, with a picnic bench right in the middle. As you wonder who the hell put it there, you take in the quiet. It's bizarre; a minute ago you were surrounded by loudmouth jocks and giggling girls, sneakers squeaking and lockers slamming, but here? Silence, except for the twittering of birds and whispering wind in the trees. 

Perching on the slightly mildewed table top, you dump your bag and jacket on the seat, crossing your legs and picking your fingernails to pass the time. 

A rustle of leaves makes you snap your head up, and you see who must be the most gorgeous guy at this school. Tall, long hair, a narrow little waist you want to wrap your legs around, and judging by his clothes, he's a metalhead too. 

“Hey, you leave me a note?” 

He looks around nervously, circling the table before walking over to you. 

“Yeah, you OK?” 

He smiles, and you rethink your previous statement. He must be the most gorgeous guy in this whole town. Such a pretty mouth. 

“Sorry, it's just last time I got an anonymous note in my locker I got jumped by four jocks.” 

“Oh, well you know what they say, when a boy bullies you they really just have a crush on you.” 

He laughs, tipping his head back. 

“Well these guys must want my fuckin’ babies or some shit!” 

Giggling, you look down, covering your mouth girlishly. Eddie takes the small opportunity to check you out. You look like you've wandered in from a dream. A very wet dream. Little black Mary Janes on your feet, thigh high white socks, and a black and white plaid skirt. The strip of thigh on show is making his pants tighter by the minute. The white t-shirt is a work of art; it seems so innocent, but it's tight enough to accentuate your obvious curves, and the outline of a black bra is peeking through the thin material. He's sure it's purposeful; who wears black under white and doesn't think about it showing? 

You clear your throat and his eyes flick upward to your face guiltily. Not saying anything, you let your little smug smile and raised brow do the talking for you. This looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. 

After a few seconds of letting him squirm, mostly to see the blush flowing to his cheeks, you give him your name and explain. 

“I'm new here, some girl told me you're the one to go to for weed. Eddie, right?” 

“Guilty as charged,” he replies, bowing at you. Rolling your eyes, you beckon him forward with one finger. His grin widens as he stands right in front of you, eyes darting to your lips and back up. 

“So, you got something for me?” 

Eddie plants his hands either side of you on the table, close enough to smell your perfume. It's heady, laden with spice and promise, not the sweet scent he expected. That just intrigues him even more.

Your heads spinning from him crowding your space. His eyes are otherworldly, deep brown, full of such depth and soul that it takes a moment for you to remember to breathe. 

“For you? Of course.” 

He winks, he fucking winks, sending a swarm of insects in a whirlwind in your stomach, then sits down at the bench, slamming a battered tin lunchbox down. He gestures at the seat in front but you swivel on the table to face him, legs crossed an inch or so away from his hand. 

“So, I'll do you a half ounce for… twenty. Cool?” 

He wags a baggy at you and you make a pass for it, but he holds it at arm's length. 

“Twenty?” 

Huffing dramatically, you lean far back to grab your bag from the opposite bench. Eddie holds an arm out, one thrown over his eyes. 

“Cover your, er, modesty sweetheart.”

You realise he means your skirt that had ridden high on your thighs, exposing a triangle of your panties. It was only for a moment, but he saw. He thinks it'll be ingrained on the inside of his eyelids, burned into the back of his brain forever. They're baby pink, yet another surprise. You seem to be full of them.

“Such a gentleman.” 

Plopping your bag in your lap, you rummage through it to find a note. Eddie's eyes widen yet again. Your little denim backpack is covered in patches; Megadeath, Anthrax, Saxon. Just when he thinks he's got you figured out, you throw another curveball at him. 

“Here, twenty.” 

He takes it and exchanges it for the bag in his hands. Squirrelling it away, you smile. 

“Thank you. Fancy a smoke?” 

“Sure, why not.” 

You move to get your newest purchase out again but he waves a hand. 

“This one's on me sweetheart. For the er, pleasure of your company.” 

“Well, aren't I lucky.” Smirking at him, revelling in the pink tinge on the apples of his cheeks, you watch whilst he rolls. 

“So, you're new? When did you start?” 

“Today. Moving in with my mom and my brother for a little while whilst my dad cools off.” 

“Oh yeah?” He smiles, licking the paper with a pointed precise tongue. 

“Yeah. I got suspended, he freaked. Mom wanted her little girl back, so here I am.” 

“Oh really? What did you do?” 

You bite your lip as he passes you the lit joint, and take a couple of hits. 

“What didn't I do?” 

He laughs loudly with you, eyes darting to your chest as it jiggles. Fuck, he's already down bad. 

You make some chit chat, surface level stuff, but it shows you just how easy he is to talk to. He's confident, bordering cocky, but it's belied by the way your flirtatious comments make him blush. 

The joint is long gone. Eddie stands up, getting ready to leave. You want him to stay, you need him to, just a little longer. It emboldens you, enough to make a move. 

“Eddie, what's your policy on kissing clients?” 

He's mid standing when your question gets through to his brain, entirely short circuiting it for a second. 

“Huh?” 

“I said,” you beckon, and Eddie's legs move on their own accord, “what's your policy on kissing clients?” 

He's grinning then, standing in front of you by the edge of the table. As you uncross your legs, his smile only widens, slotting his narrow hips between your thighs. You take one of his hands in yours, examining his rings, before you place it gently on your leg, silently giving him permission to touch you. 

Eddie feels dazed, half expecting someone to jump from the bushes with a camera, declaring this all some elaborate prank. The bare skin of your thigh is so soft, silky smooth. His fingers dance just underneath the hem of your skirt, testing the waters, but you let him. You let him. 

“My policy? It probably goes against the Holy drug dealers code.” He shakes his head sadly, but he's still smiling, and still not pulling away. 

“Drug dealer code? What like, don't get high on your own supply?” You respond cheekily, nodding at the butt of the joint stubbed out on the table. 

Your hands snake around his neck autonomously, looking up at him through your lashes. He moves infinitesimally closer, head bending a little. 

“Yeah, like that. But the thing is,” he says as he moves even closer, whispering, “it's more like… guidelines.” 

“Yeah?” 

It's all you can manage out, breathy and weak, practically quivering at his closeness. 

His nose rubs against the side of yours, mouths almost brushing, as he whispers again, even more quietly, the breath of it diffusing over your parted lips. 

“It's a good thing I like to break the rules.” 

Then his lips are crushed against yours, your strawberry lip balm surrendering itself, finding a new home on his full lips. Your tongue licks into his mouth thickly, laced with want. Eddie responds, exploring your mouth as the kiss turns dirtier by the second. Your chest is smashed against his, thighs gripping onto his hips. 

Eddie's head is reeling at the taste of you and the feel of your body desperately pressed against him. He winds his hand under your skirt to grab your perfect round ass, jamming you even closer. To his delight you moan in his mouth, lips sliding against his, slicked in spit. 

Your heart is thumping so loudly you can feel it in your throat. Or is it his? It doesn't matter, the kiss tearing any rational thoughts away. Snaking an arm around him to dig painted nails into his back, you roll your hips into him, an ache settling into your bones. 

The other of Eddie's rough hands travels audaciously to your chest, palming it over your clothes. You don't pull away, in fact your back is arching, searching for more. 

It's only then that he notices the time on his watch. 

Reluctantly, he pulls away, taking in the way your chest heaves, how your eyes are half lidded, as if you want to devour him whole. 

“Fuck, I'm sorry but I'm late, I really gotta go.” 

Huffing, you pout, and the plumpness of your bottom lip almost makes him say fuck it, screw Hellfire, but he knows he can't. 

“I really, really don't want to go, for the record. Last thing I want to do is walk back into school with a hard on right now.” 

You giggle breathlessly, risking a little look down. He's not lying. And he is packing. 

“Do you wanna come to mine later?” 

It's out of your mouth before you even think of the words, tongue working of its own accord. 

“Are you- for real?” 

You nod comically fast. He just shakes his head, stunned. 

“You know, I'm waiting for a Carrie moment or some shit.” 

“Eddie, I'm not gonna dump a bucket of pig's blood on you, I swear.” 

“Swear? On what?” 

“On, I dunno, on that code thing?” 

He laughs, hands rubbing up and down your sides as if he doesn't want to let you go. 

“You can't swear on that, we just broke it!” 

“Alright then, scouts honour?” 

“You were a girl scout?” 

“No.” 

He laughs again as you purse your lips, deep in thought. Suddenly, your eyes widen, and you hold your hand to your heart, the other forming the devil's horn sign. 

“I swear on Ozzy.” 

Fuck, Eddie thinks he must have made you in a lab. 

“Alright, alright, you best not be using his name in vain.” 

You rummage in your bag, grabbing a scrap of paper and scrawling an address on it. 

“Here. My er, my mom's out for the weekend and my dweeb brothers got some silly club thing then he's staying at a friend's, so…” 

Eddie's eyebrows raise and disappear into his hair. If this is just some fantasy and he's finally lost it, then he can deal with that. 

“Right, I will be there. I promise. Wild fuckin’ horses couldn't drag me away.” 

You scrunch the paper into his waiting hand, and he presses another kiss to your lips, before he's apologising again, having to run back to school before the guys send a search party. 

********************

He only gets a chance to look at your hastily written note when Hellfires finished, a hell of a lot quicker than his usual sessions. The guys are put out, complaining about only managing to go for a supply run and deal with some bandits, but for once he doesn't give a shit. 

In his van, he's reading and rereading your note. Maybe he's got it wrong, your messy handwriting is difficult to read after all. Or maybe he was right before and this is all some joke at his expense. 

Hope is what gets him there, that and the traces of strawberry lip balm that still linger on his lips. He pulls up to the house and knocks on the door. 

You answer, still in your clothes from earlier, though Eddie notices immediately that you've taken off your bra. It throws him for a moment, the shape of your nipples singing a melody directly to his dick, but he recovers. 

“You live… here?” He asks, completely surprised. 

“Yes?” The way he says it you almost question if you're the one in the wrong house. 

“And your last name is…?” 

“Henderson.”

“Fuck.” He laughs it out, biting his lip. 

“Is that a problem?” You're entirely thrown by his reaction, but gesture at him to come in, closing the door behind him. 

“Dustin’s your little brother.” He says it like a known fact.

“How do you know Dust for Brains? Wait-” 

You step backwards, both hands held to your mouth in shock. 

“You're Eddie?? The Eddie??” 

“The one and only, sweetheart.” 

“Shit, Dustin does not shut up about you. I thought, well I thought you'd be some nerdy, awkward loser.” 

“Well, I'm a lot of things.” 

Laughs erupt from you in an unstoppable volcano. 

“Dustins gonna kill me.” 

Eddie shakes his head. 

“No, Dustins gonna kill me. How come he's never mentioned you?” 

“He's not exactly my biggest fan. Plus, he probably wanted to avoid- this.” 

Eddie deflates a little, the hope of kissing you again dwindling by the second. 

“If you want me to go-” 

“Oh hell no,” you grab his hand, keeping him there with you, “this is hilarious, he's gonna freak. I can't wait. You wanna drink, or something to eat? Or we can just-” 

“Wait, you seriously don't care?” 

“Nope. You're too hot.” 

Eddie blushes, not used to girls being so brazen with him. Smiling, you tell him to take a seat and grab some beers from the fridge. He takes his jacket off and throws it on a chair. When you return, you're laughing yet again as you hand him his beer. 

“How the hell did I miss that?” You point. He follows your eyes, to the Hellfire t-shirt he's wearing. 

“Too busy staring at my pretty face?” He suggests, winking at you. 

Settling down next to him, you flick the TV on to some random b movie. Nonchalantly, you place a hand on his knee, stroking the little bare patch of skin as you look at the film playing. 

“Maybe I was too busy thinking about what's underneath it.” 

You say it offhand, a casual statement, but it's got Eddie nearly choking on his mouthful of beer. 

“Shit you are nothing like your brother, are you?” 

Turning to smirk at him, you respond, “I fucking well hope so.” 

Then Eddie's thoughts fly straight out the window when your hand lands on his chest, nails raking him through the fabric. Suddenly, the temperature of the room is stifling, or is it just the feel of your body against his? He reaches tentatively to cup your cheek, rubbing a calloused thumb on your chin, eyes boring into yours for confirmation. Breath hitches in your throat; you lean in closer, gaze flickering to his perfect mouth and back up. 

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me, Eddie?” 

You smirk, but it's wiped from your face immediately by his mouth smashing into yours. It's so forceful you have to fight to keep upright, hand fisting into his shirt as some sort of anchor. 

As you pull away, his eyes widen, wondering if he did something wrong. He looks like a little puppy. 

“Easy Eddie, we've got all night.” 

All night? Eddie has decided that he must have got hit on the head today. Maybe he was jumped after all, and now he's in a coma, playing out some elaborate fantasy. 

He settles back into the cushions, swigging his beer and failing to focus on the movie playing, his leg restlessly bouncing. 

You look perfectly at ease, knees curled up on the seat. What he doesn't know is that your heart is pumping blood so fast that you're starting to feel a little dizzy from it, purposefully slowing your breath to keep your calm. 

Once your beer is finished you've decided that enough is enough. A part of you wanted to take this slow; he seemed like such a nice guy, as well as being into your kind of music, and hot as sin. Unfortunately, it seems your pussy has other ideas, already banging its own heartbeat like a dinner bell. 

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He tries to make it sound casual, but he's wound so tight it's almost a strangled noise. Nursing a semi since he saw you in the woods earlier, now it's straining against his jeans in a futile attempt to be near you. 

He looks so damn nervous, and it gives you the confidence you need to swing your leg over his and straddle him. Eager hands land immediately on your hips, thumbs pressing hard to keep you there. 

This time, you lean in. Your kiss is fire, tongue burning hot and heavy in his mouth. Eddie groans into the kiss, rolling desperation from his mouth to yours. He's breathing so hard it's whistling through his nose, clouding your cheek with condensation. 

It almost feels like a competition, both tongues duelling, determined to unravel the other. Lips swollen and blood filled, your mouth tries to keep up with his, spit gathering at the edges. You'd be self conscious about it if you weren't so damn turned on. 

Eddie's hands roam all over, grasping at your ass under your skirt, slipping inside the thin material of your panties at the back, until he runs a thumb just next to your underwear but this time dangerously close to your sex. You moan onto his tongue, your own hands winding into his hair, pulling harshly to spur him on. 

He can't concentrate on the hard tingle your fingers cause to run all over his scalp, not when slips his fingers past the cotton barrier and he runs them up and down your slippery slit. Mind entirely encased in a pink fog of lust, you realise your mumbling in his mouth. 

“Please, please, please-” 

The corners of his mouth turn up at the sound, thumb seeking out your clit to rub circles on and around it, your arousal causing it to slip and slide. You're dizzy, hot all over, pussy aching for something inside. 

Eddie's obsessed with the feel of you, the heat emanating from your cunt, but most of all with the sounds you make. They'd be pornographic, if they weren't so fucking real. Needy, hoarse moans, peppered with little gasps and whimpers that are making his cock twitch with each slip of his thumb. 

Gliding a finger inside, he watches as your head rolls back, a strangled groan falling from your kiss bitten lips. You're practically riding his hand, bouncing your tits so close to his face that he's in a trance. As if you can hear his prayers, you pull your shirt off, fighting with the tight material until you can shake it off your arm. 

He sees the glimpse of a tattoo, a snake wrapped around a dagger directly in your cleavage, which he momentarily thinks is really hot, but then he's gone. Your bare chest is a masterpiece, perfect tits jostling with each bounce of your thighs. He latches his mouth to a nipple, tonguing and sucking on it like he needs it to breathe. In fact he almost forgets to, pulling his mouth off to take a gasping breath and latch onto the other. 

He drags his mouth away when he feels you tightening impossibly hard around his fingers and leans back just in time to see the show. Your climax is violent, grinding into his fingers hard and rough until suddenly you're screaming his name, nails breaking the skin of his neck as you cling on for dear life. Your release engulfs your body in a flash of fire, singeing each nerve and causing you to convulse in his grip. Eddie can barely move, his fingers straining hard to work you through your orgasm, so much so that the tendons of his arm hurt, but he doesn't care. He keeps on curling them until you physically grab his arm to still him. 

His dripping fingers are released with a sucking sound as he grins at you smugly. Not for long though, not with your chest heaving like that and the way you're biting your lip. You yank at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and relishing in the exposed skin by lathing your tongue over his collar bone. 

“Nice tats.” You breathe onto his skin between sucks and nips. 

“Same to you,” he stumbles out in a gasp as a particular sharp bite to his neck shoots a lightning bolt of heat down his spine. 

“You haven't seen all of them,” you reply, nibbling at his earlobe. 

He's never wanted to hunt for tattoos more in his whole life. 

“Fuck, you are a dream.” 

His teeth bite down on your shoulder and you whimper, grinding down on his rock hard bulge. Enveloping his lips in another urgent kiss, and another, until you can break away long enough for one word. 

“Bedroom?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ yes.” 

He stands, still holding you, knocking a beer bottle to the floor. You cling to him with your legs as he walks backwards, sending a table lamp flying in the process. It's inconsequential; your head is fighting through a cloud of need, nothing can find its way through but touch and taste. 

In the hallway, he slams your back into the wall, pressing you hard against it as he writhes his tongue in your mouth again. A picture frame falls, you just about hear the tinkling of glass but it's not important. That's tomorrow's problem. 

Unhooking yourself from his clutches for a moment, you drag him by the front of his jeans and yank him into a doorway, gasping for breath, grasping at flesh. You practically punch the lightswitch to turn it on, the thought that you need to see him just about making it through the horny mist. Once inside he barely has a chance to take in his surroundings before you're falling to your knees and undoing his belt with impatient fingers. 

“Woah, baby, you don't need to-” 

“Shut the fuck up Eddie I wanna blow you.” 

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and then compulsively strokes his neck just to keep some composure. If he thinks about your words for a second longer he's sure he'll bust right in his pants. 

You work his fly and pull his jeans and boxers down swiftly, his turgid cock flying free and whacking his stomach, decorating it with a pearl of precum. It feels heavy in your hands as you rub him up and down, watching the soft skin move with each pass, like silk wrapped around a steel bar. 

Taking him into your mouth, you twirl your tongue around his head, licking up its salty sweetness, sucking lightly. Eddie groans, torn between covering his eyes and holding you in place, so he does a bit of both, until you start taking him deeper and deeper without gagging. 

His eyes snap open to see you staring straight at him, nose nestling in his coarse pubic hair, eyes wide and wet and innocent, mouth stretched full of him, and he feels his balls tighten. 

“Fuck stop stop, please.” 

He practically bends in half to get you off of his dick. Giving him a smug smile of your own, you delicately wipe the spit gathered at the corners of your mouth with a thumb. 

“You OK there champ?” 

“You are gonna kill me sweetheart.” 

He's heaving, trying to control his breath, eyes darting from your face, to your bare chest and back up. Standing up, you unzip your skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving you in your tiny pink underwear with a very noticeable wet patch, and your thigh high socks. There's another tattoo hiding just out of sight, playing peekaboo over the top of your panties. 

Something about seeing you so innocent and yet so naughty flicks a switch in his brain. Before he can think he's pushing you backwards and you hit the mattress behind with a thud, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. 

Which is fucking perfect in Eddie's opinion because he needs to taste you right now otherwise he might die. 

You both fight to take your underwear off, but he covers your hand in his own when you start rolling your socks down. 

“No. Leave them on.” 

It's husky and dominant, a steely look behind those soft brown eyes you haven't seen yet. Well. Filing that away for reference. You lay there sweetly, propped up on your elbows to watch as his tongue squirms against you, making out with your cunt just as passionately as he kissed you. 

He takes your clit in his mouth and sucks and for a moment you can see God. 

“Holy fuck! Eddie!” He groans back, lost in the taste of your cunt. He wants to write a poem about it, a song, a fucking haiku, anything to immortalise the prettiest pussy with the sweetest flavour. 

“Eddie, get up here!” He's not listening, licking and sucking, almost getting as much pleasure as you are, but you need him inside you right now before you combust; you're sure of it. 

In the end you grab a chunk of his hair and pull him upward, sliding him over your trembling body, and you hold his face an inch from yours. 

“Eddie, I need you to fuck me, now.” 

His leaking tip is rubbing against your swollen clit; he takes it in his hand to line it up, when somewhere out of the pussy drunk haze he remembers something important. 

“Do you have protection?”

“I'm on the pill, is that-” 

It clearly is OK. It's possibly the best four words Eddie's ever heard. 

Your unfinished sentence morphs into a drawn out moan as Eddie pushes inside you, stretching you out until he's fully sheathed. As you whimper and whine at the feeling, Eddie stops, just for a moment, to hold your cheek and press a soft kiss to your lips. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

For some reason that takes you entirely by surprise, eyes wide and wet at his honesty. 

“Yeah? You're really handsome, Eddie.” 

The smile he shoots you is warm and genuine, lighting up that animate face of his with an inner glow. You roll your hips upward and take joy in the fact that he wasn't expecting it, eyebrows knitting in shock as a litany of swear words spill from his mouth. 

Your smirk is short lived when he hikes your leg around his waist and starts thrusting devastatingly deep, so deep it's like he's in your guts trying to root out the source of the burning desire at the pit of your stomach. 

“Holy- oh God, Eddie!” 

Moaning loudly, you press hot, cushy kisses to him between your stream of noises, forehead resting on his. Eddie's smiling, he can't help it. Just the joy of being with you like this, the feel of you losing it because of him, and the tightness of your pretty cunt have him in paradise. 

“Feels- feels so- oh fuck- so good, inside you, sweetheart. So fuckin’ tight, I-I can feel you shaking, you close?” 

Words escape you. All you can do is cling to his back and nod, nails clawing into him with shivering intensity. Eddie thrusts into you harder; all you can do is cling on for your life, arms and legs nearly suffocating him. The telltale tingle of your release is nearly burning your skin, prickling over each downy hair making it stand on end. 

The heat is immense, tension gripping your legs as you quake, and writhe, and whimper, until your climax flies out of you, shooting out of every pore and forcing tears from your eyes. Your vision turns bright white for a moment, until all the tension leaves your muscles and you flop back on the bed. 

Eddie doesn't understand how you keep on getting hotter, but it doesn't matter. You let him inside of you, raw, and his head is still reeling from that. Each little sound, each flex of your constricting walls is pushing him to ecstasy; in fact he's staving it off so he can enjoy you like this for a little while longer. 

Getting up on his knees, he pulls you toward him by your thighs, guiding you to roll your hips as he pumps into you. This angle is so much better; he can see all of your incredible body laid out before him, tits bouncing with each thrust. Your small hand finds his forearm, just holding it lightly, as you whine. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” 

It's high pitched, mumbled and nearly incoherent. He's not even sure you know you're doing it, but it's what pushes him over the edge. He feels the tightness in his balls as his length grows impossibly hard.

“Sweetheart, where-” He manages through gritted teeth. 

“Please cum in me.”

Eddie's four new favourite words. He grips hard to your thighs, hard enough to bruise, as he groans and swears his release out. You feel it deep inside, throbbing out of him, when he finally collapses forward. You hold onto each other, tongues rolling into each other's mouths, kissing and kissing and kissing. You kiss until it hurts, until your mouth is chapped and sore, until you need air, and water. 

“Fuck, Eddie, that was… sorry, if I er, came on a bit, strong?” 

Eddie just laughs, pressing his body as tightly against yours as he can. 

“Please don't ever apologise for wanting to fuck my brains out.” 

You laugh, kissing his cheek.

“When you put it like that, fair enough. Right, get off me, I need to clean up.” 

“I can take care of you-”

“Yeah, and I'm a grown woman who needs to piss, so please?” 

You roll your wrists, flinging your hands in desperate circles. He surrenders, pulling off you and rolling onto his back, more than happy to watch your naked form sway out of the room. 

Eddie does a little wiggle dance when you leave the room, punching the air with glee. He starts looking at your room, since he had no time to see it earlier. There's a tin on the bedside table that looks remarkably similar to what he has at home, and an honest to goodness lava lamp next to it. Unable to help himself, he flicks it on at the plug, waiting for it to warm up. 

“Sweetheart, you mind if I roll?” He calls out. 

“Sure, my shits on the side table, just light the incense on the dresser.” 

Eddie seeks his boxers out and puts them on for his modesty, though it seems you may be a little, lacking, in that department. Not that he's complaining, far from it. He's obsessed with your demeanour, your confidence. 

Once the incense is lit, he rolls a joint, fussing over it to make sure it's perfect for you. Just as he pulls the little twisted paper end off, you walk back in. 

You'd taken the time to go to the restroom, clean yourself up, and find his t-shirt that was abandoned in the TV room. The hellfire logo is tight across your chest, the shirt barely covering your sex where you stand. The smile you shoot to him is absolutely smothered in sin. 

“That's, fuck, you do not play fair, sweetheart.” 

Eyes wide, eyebrows round and innocent, your mouth falls into a perfect o. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about baby.” 

Eddie can't speak. If he does, he'll give everything away. How wonderful you are, how that tightrope of dirty and sweet that you walk with ease twists his insides up. How he never wants to go home. 

Instead, he passes the unlit smoke to you, and holds out his zippo like a sacrificial offering. You sit side saddle on the bed, knees together, barely covering your throbbing core, as you take the rolled joint gratefully and spark it. Once you've had a few tokes you pass it back. 

“So, this was…” He widely gestures his arm, like it can encompass everything he's felt over the last few hours. 

“You wanna leave, Eddie?” You ask. A genuine question, cocking your head to the side, as he takes a few pulls of the smoke and hands it back. 

“I thought, well, I thought you'd want me to go.” 

“Eddie, I said we had all night. If you're done with me then-” 

“Oh, oh fuck no, I thought you'd be done with me!” 

You giggle and climb into his lap as he grasps at the flesh of your ass desperately. 

“Then stay. Stay with me.” 

Your mouth presses kisses to his jaw as your hand winds itself into his boxers, seeking out his hardening length. Eddie hisses through his teeth. 

“Fuck, I'll stay, as long as you fuckin’ want, w-whatever you want, Holy shit!” 

Laughing, you puff on the smoke with one hand, and tease him relentlessly with the other. 

For the second, third, or maybe even fourth time today, he's thinking he's in way over his head, but he can't find it in him to care. 

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Eddie blinks hard, squishing his eyes shut, then opens them again. Nothing has changed. There's still an unfamiliar fabric hanging on the ceiling in front of him; some rainbow tie dye mural with a painted mariguana leaf in the middle of it that he's never seen before. When he turns his head, he sees a lava lamp, still on, running bubbles of fake lava up it too loose and fast, and then he remembers. 

Flicking the switch to stop the lamp's heat, he turns over to see you. You're snuggled into the crook of your own elbow, face perfectly at ease. Your pretty mouth has the hint of a pout to it, daring him to plant a kiss. 

He wants to do something for you. Anything. Right now, he'd throw a parade, organise a concert to sing to your cunt, hold a benefit to make you believe how hard he's fallen for the colour of your eyes, but maybe making you a coffee in bed will do. 

So he wiggles out of bed in his boxers, and puts his jeans on for good measure in case your mom decides this is a good moment to turn up, and starts busying himself with the kitchen appliances. There's an ancient coffee maker that shakes and sputters to life. Whilst that is going on, he takes a slug of milk out of the carton in the fridge. 

That is, until he sees Dustin from the side of his eye. 

Dustin looks very confused. His eyes trail from the messed up couch cushions, to the beer bottles on the floor, the out of place lamp, and the broken picture frame, and finally land on Eddie, still bemused and befuddled. 

“Eddie… did you… break into my house?” 

Dustin clearly doesn't believe his own conclusion as his eyes scout across the available options and still come up empty. 

“Sup, Dust Buster!” 

Dustin swivels to see you exit your new bedroom, still wearing Eddie's hellfire t-shirt and a pair of panties. You perch nonchalantly on the kitchen side as Eddie grins, making his way between your knees. 

“You've got to be fucking kidding me! Eddie!” 

“Henderson, honest, I didn't know until-” 

“Until you were in my fucking house???” 

“OK fair, but it was a bit… late then. Sorry dude.” 

‘Sorry? What about the code?” Come on, she's my sister! And you!” He says, pointing at you accusingly, “you were in school for one day. One! Then you sleep with the one guy I look up to!” 

“The codes, more like… guidelines. Don't shit your pants, you've still got Harrington, Jeez.” 

“Well, you shouldn't be such a- a scarlet woman! A hussy!” 

Uncaring, you shake your head back and away, laughing at the names. Eddie, however, is not having any of it. 

“Hey, Henderson, you better show your sister some respect.” 

“Yeah? Or what?” He dares, forgetting who he's talking to. 

“I might be fucking your sister, but I'm still your DM. You want your green adventurers running into Tiamat next session?” 

The way he curves his lips, the confident stance he's giving, it stirs tiny fires in your gut and dares unthought of kinks to come out and play. 

“Alright, alright, don't TPK us, I'm leaving, alright?” 

Dustin turns on his heel. Before he disappears entirely, you make out the start of him begging, ‘Lucas, do you copy, I have a Code Red! Repeat! Code Red!” 

“so, what now, Dungeon Master?” 

“Mmph,” Eddie sounds out, low in his throat, “ whatever you want, scarlet woman.” 

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After a long wait, (thanks depression) my fic where Alastor rails you in a sundress is finally here.

Alastor x Reader

Reader is AFAB

CW: dub con, stalking, rough sex, explicit content, porn no plot, plot where, plot who

Sundress Summer

It was a hot, but not unpleasantly so day in hell. 

The perfect time for wearing a sundress to the picnic Charlie had organized for the bonding exercise of the day. The first thing you noticed as you came to the end of the well-maintained stone walkway was the large red and white checkered tablecloths which covered two sizeable wooden picnic tables to your right. The pleasant breeze caused the edges of the fabric to flutter against the sides of the tables. 

A massive spread of food covered both surface areas; it was more than they could all eat truly but it was clear Charlie had tried her best to create another memorable experience for her guests. You smiled from ear to ear with joy at the sight of all your friends together enjoying a day at the park. Husk and Angel Dust were seated on one of the benches lining the massive spread, the spider demon trying his best to get Husk to eat the grape he was attempting to feed him. 

"C'mon, just let me feed ya one." Angel whined at the former overlord pushing the piece of fruit towards him. 

"Cut that shit out, I can feed myself." Husk growled gruffly, as he swatted half-heartedly at Angel's hand before relenting. "Just one, and then leave it alone alright?"

Husk took a surveying glance around to ensure no one was watching the two of them. You quickly looked in the opposite direction to your left, faining interest in a passing butterfly so as not to intrude on their moment. You tried your best to hide a delighted smile. 

With a resigned sigh, Husk let Angel gently feed him a lone grape. "Ah yeah, you like that in ya mouth daddy?" Angel says salaciously with a flirtatious grin. 

"Fucking hell, you just had to go and make it weird didn't you," Husk scolded, before giving the tall demon a small shove. You did your best to hold in a laugh, ensuring not to make eye contact with the duo. Your ocular muscles searched for the rest of the group, coming to a stop when you spotted Charlie, excitedly pointing to something in the distance. 

"Ohmygosh Vaggie look!!" She exclaimed excitedly, her words strung all together in exuberance. "I can't believe this Infernenta plant is flowering!" Charlie said before skipping joyfully over towards the flowering bush. 

She skipped joyfully over towards the flowering bush, her girlfriend watching with a loving expression. Eyes which were usually fierce and full of rage softened before she followed after Charlie. “Yeah, that’s really cool babe.” She said, her voice beginning to fade as she walked further away from you. 

You smiled fondly as you watched them go—the two of them were very sweet together. Niffty quickly took over your vision as she dashed around, pulling your attention away from the two lovebirds. She held her needle high in the air with her little hand; she was on the hunt, chasing a particularly large bug. 

With a small shudder, you turned around and headed towards an opening in the woods, determined to explore. The thoughts in your busy mind dwelled on the members of your unorthodox group of friends until it occurred to you that had not yet seen Alastor. You wondered what he could be up to—though he rarely joined in on bonding activities. 

You pondered deeply on how glad you were to have met them all as your feet took you down a slightly overgrown path, large weeds sprouting between the cracks on the deteriorated stone passage. Lost in your internal musing, you failed to notice a pair of glowing red eyes watching you from the distance; the hunter was tracking your every move. 

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The Radio Demon watched you from the shadows, hidden behind massive amounts of lush, green, foliage. It was a position most familiar to him from his time alive, hiding from plain sight while he waited for the perfect moment to approach his prey. He watched you with an ill-intended gaze, as the short patterned material of your sundress highlighted the beautiful curves of your body. An unfamiliar feeling of desire coursed through him as he feasted his eyes on the sight of you wandering, helplessly alone. You were completely unaware of the danger that lurked behind you—the perfect, irresistible prey. 

Alastor was more than well-adjusted to the way the others at the hotel viewed his presence. He was infamous for the danger he posed, but you seemed content to naively ignore the threat he posed. Perhaps that was why he now found himself obsessed with you, needing to be constantly closer to you. No amount of effort could dissuade his need to be close to you; any amount of distance was simply unacceptable. The very lack of your presence had become most intolerable, to the point he found himself stalking you through the shadows, unable to look away from your gentle form. 

At first, these feelings had angered him. Alastor had tried his best to make you fear him, unused to all of the new sensations you evoked in him. Popping up from the shadows, scaring you when you were alone in the dimmed hallways of the hotel. You had always laughed in response, slapping his chest playfully as you laughed at his joke and were it anyone he would skin them alive for the unwanted touch. He found it most irritating when you would pull away as if your hand should ever be anywhere but on him. 

He started going out of his way to touch you—to make you uncomfortable. It was certainly not because he craved the feeling of your soft, warm, skin under his hand. It became a game he’d play, a way to see how far he could go, how long you would let his hand linger on you. Could he rouse a blush to those beautiful cheeks of yours? Somehow, he rather felt as though he might be losing the game you weren’t even aware you were playing. 

Many nights he spent time thinking about how your soft, shiny, hair would feel when he pulled your head back, locks wound around his claws. What noises your sweet, little, lips might let slip, the sight of your kind eyes widening. 

Would you let him ruin you if he tried? 

The question consumed him as he brought himself back to the sight of his beautiful prey: you. His eyes focused on your radiant presence while your face lit up in delight. You had stumbled upon a beautiful abandoned structure. It appeared this was once a grand gazebo, but time had eroded the marble away. Faint cracks could be seen amongst the vines and foliage that almost concealed it completely from view. 

He watched as you were unable to resist the urge to explore, pushing aside some of the greenery covering the entrance. You stepped inside, your graceful form illuminated by slivers of Heaven’s light, shining like sunlight through the thick canopy surrounding the structure. 

You were almost completely obstructed from the view of anyone who might come along and it sent a shiver down his back—what a delightful thought, to always have you to himself. 

He stalked forward slowly, careful to remain quiet so you would not ruin his little game too early. Hunting for sport was second nature to the demon; hiding amidst the shadows was something Alastor had become quite familiar with. The sight of you blissfully unaware of the potential danger you were in was almost too much to bare; he needed to start the next round of his manipulative little game lest you broke him before he got the chance to break you. 

He materialized behind you, his form becoming more corporeal until he was a solid mass that you bumped into when you took a step back. You let out a most exquisite scream of fear as he startled you and a wide, malicious grin spread across his face. You turned quickly to face him, and he watched as your facial expression melted into relief. He was unsure how he felt about the sensation bubbling in his stomach—he brought you ease. Alastor lived to strike fear into the hearts of others, but he could make an exception—just this once.  

"Oh, it's just you. That's such a relief." You said with a genuine smile. 

"My, my... You are quite a sight for sore eyes. I could just eat you up." Alastor almost purred, his voice thick with his usual filter. Static popped in the air as he stepped closer to you; after such a long hunt, he was so close to getting what he wanted.

"You mean me?" You squeaked in disbelief, insecurity seeping through your voice.

"See here, exactly how fetching I find you, darling." Alastor told you, before grabbing your wrist. 

He guided your soft palm to the hardness barely contained by his trousers, a true test to see how far he could push you. How much you would allow him to greedily take? Would this be the time he finally pushed you too far and you realized the peril you were in, being the object of his dark fascination? 

He watched hungrily as your eyes widened in surprise, a pretty pink tongue darting out to wet your lips. 

“This is all for me?” You asked, voice laced in awe and he wanted to consume you. 

You were a curious creature, a difficult prey to understand. You never gave him the responses he was expecting, and yet always gave him a response he enjoyed. Rather than flee from the evident danger you found yourself in, you seemed quite pleased at his forward and lewd actions—what a foolish girl. 

“Well of course my dear, who else would it be for?” Alastor teased, his voice full of amusement as he gestured to the empty overgrown gazebo. He brought a clawed hand down to cover your own, his large hand dwarfing your much smaller one as he pressed your hand closer to the tent in his pants. He let out a strangled groan at the much-needed contact, his usual composure falling apart every minute he spent in your presence. “The things you do to me, pet. This is all for you, because of you.” 

He thrust his hips up into your touch, chasing your nimble fingers before he allowed himself to regain control of himself. He melted away into the shadows with a quick use of his powers and the warm tension of having him pressed against you was gone. It was amusing to him how evident you made it that you were desperate for his touch. A menacing laugh echoed around the gazebo as he slid up from the pool of shadows at your feet behind you, shoving you back into the siding of the shelter. You fell briefly, your sundress bunching around your hips exposing your cunt and the tiny piece of fabric that covered it from view. 

You were an absolute vision, he noted. He was addicted to this version of you, vulnerable and needy for him and him alone. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, Alastor brought his much larger hand to rest on your leg. His rough scarred skin pressed against your much softer skin, and you shivered against him beautifully. He wondered how long he could stand to do this to you, playing with you simply because he knew you’d let him—could he finally make you snap?

He teasingly brought his hand up your thigh, ghosting a finger along your clothed slit. He swallowed a hungry growl as a fresh round of wetness gushed into your panties at even the faintest touch. Every single stroke, every touch, was methodical and planned—he wanted to watch you come undone. He held himself with tension, holding himself back from ruining you completely. 

You lifted your hips just enough, wordlessly signalling to him just how eager you were. It broke the hold he had over himself, the shred of control he kept in place to protect you. He shredded the flimsy undergarment, letting it drop by your feet as an unusable scrap of fabric. His fingers traced harsh, heavy circles around your swollen clit and it was pure bliss to watch as you threw your head back, releasing a muffled cry of bliss. 

He plunged a dexterous finger into you without warning. A ragged, desperate moan escaped your lips and he watched as your face seemed to glow a bright scarlet in humiliation. He curled his finger inside of you, watching as your body shook for him but it wasn’t enough. He needed to drive his cock deep inside you, to feel your pussy clench around him while you moaned just like that. Despite the fact you should be ashamed, you rutted against him and it was enough to drive the best of men mad—and Alastor was not the best of men by a long shot. 

He pulled his finger out of you, bringing it to his mouth before licking it clean. He swiftly undid his belt, before moving to pull the zipper on his pants down. The sound reverberated in the small hidden gazebo and he watched as you dripped in anticipation for him—he hadn’t hungered like this in centuries. He tugged his trousers down around his firm thighs and his massive cock sprung free. You let out a small whimper as you looked at his cock, a mixture of anticipation and fear shining in your eyes. 

“I can assure you, darling, that it will fit. You’re going to take every single inch of me.” Alastor commanded; the incredulous look in your eyes only spurring him on. 

He watched as your pussy clenched desperately with need around empty air, and his rock-hard cock glistened with precum. You were a marvel to behold. 

“Alastor, please, don’t make me wait any longer. I—I need you.” You admitted with a plea, a blush dusting across your face from the sound of your own needy voice. 

He pushed you further back against the siding of the forgotten structure you had found yourselves in, your back hit the siding with a soft thud. He lifted your leg up to wrap it around his waist as he slotted himself against your dripping pussy, rubbing the swollen head of his member between your folds, before he pushed to be inside of you. 

He moved slowly, inch by inch until his considerable length was seated within you. Your warm walls gripped him tightly and he let out a shaky groan. An aggressive buzz, filled with fizzles and pops, filled the air as he made himself wait, letting you adjust to his large size. His eyes glowed as he gazed down at you fondly. “You’re such a good girl, taking all of me so well. You’re mine now.” He growled possessively, a hand coming up to grip your waist. “Say it, tell me who you belong to.” 

There was a manic edge to his words, a need for you to understand that he owned you. 

“You. I belong to you, Alastor!” You cried out in pleasure, without hesitation, and he picked up his pace in response. You were such a good girl; you knew exactly where you belonged. His hips slammed his cock in and out of you, chasing your delightful cries and screams. 

The final strand of control within him snapped as he looked upon your debauched form. His antlers grew high and heavy above his head, his eyes becoming dials as he lost himself in his desire for you. His cock swelled within you, so large that he feared he might just break you. You released a soft whimper as he felt the head of his cock bumping into your cervix, but rather than push him away, you clawed at him to bring him closer—you were perfection. 

“I never imagined I’d feel so complete being inside you like this, darling.” Alastor confessed, lost in the throes of ecstasy. He brought a hand up, lavishing his attention on your clit as he picked up the pace. He felt your body begin to shake and he knew it wouldn’t be long, he felt you coming undone with every stroke of his digits, every thrust of his colossal member was bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Alastor, don’t stop! I’m getting close!” You pleaded desperately. 

Immediately at your words, he stopped completely. He rested his fingers on your throbbing clit, his dick painfully still inside of your tight heat. You let out a frustrated sob, a lone tear welling up in your eyes and he leaned forward to lick it off your cheek. The sight of you, a desperate and quivering mess was enough to move even the staunchest of sadists. 

“Please, please, please.” You begged, all sense of dignity lost. A tear fell down your cheek and he relished the moment of triumph in his twisted game. The sight of you crying and desperate beneath him brought him a degenerative sense of glee—he needed to make you cry more in the future. “Alastor, I’ve dreamed of this so often! I need to—please let—if I could just cum!” 

“Hmm, I should like to think to think a bright young girl such as yourself could articulate that better, my dear.” He replied, a sadistic smile stretching across his face as he leered down at you. 

“You’re being so cruel.” You cried out, voice dripping with desperation and it fed the hunger deep within him. He had no witty retort to return to your cries—he wanted you to beg. “Please, I’m begging you—I’ve touched myself thinking of you so many times. I never even dreamed you would return my desire. I can’t—I need you to move—to fuck me silly until I cum around your giant cock—please.”

You pleaded sweetly, your voice dripping with desperation and need for him that brought him immense joy and good girls got rewarded. 

“Your pleas are music to my ears pet, I suppose they’ve earned you a reward. You’re so pretty when you beg.” He asserted before resuming his brutal pace. Beautiful euphoric tears fell down your cheeks, painting them so prettily, as he fucked into you. He felt you tighten around him, and in a direct constant to his rough pace, he brought his other hand up to gently cradle your face. He pressed his lips to yours, moaning as your soft lips parted to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. He laid claim to every inch of you he touched. 

“Alastor!” You cried into his mouth, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You collapsed into him, allowing him to support your weight as he continued to fuck into your quivering body. Your cunt clenched deliciously around him as you rocked your hips backwards, chasing the friction he provided desperately. The sight of you so thoroughly debauched combined with the sensation of your walls gripping him tightly sent him over the edge. He shot thick ropes of cum inside of you as he finished with a loud groan, breaking away from the kiss.

The sound of your combined panting and heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent air, and he rested his head in the crook of your neck. “Ma biche, that was even better than I could have possibly imagined.” He praised, mumbling the words into your neck. You both lay intertwined for a while, neither wanting to break the silence and end the moment.

“We should find the others before they find us, but I’d love to do this again.” You said, and he could hear the desperate plea in your voice—good. 

“Of course we will do this again, you belong to me now.” He replied, matter-of-factly. 

He snapped his two fingers together, returning the two of you to your prior state of dress. The mess was gone as if it had never been there, though he loathed to return your undergarments to you. “Shall we, darling?” 

You shot him a contented smile as you linked your arm with his, allowing him to lead you back to where the rest of the group was still enjoying the picnic.

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the pogues and the princess

words: 1.8k

warnings: drinking, partying, throwing up, protective!rafe, threats of violence, established relationship

“oh come on, don’t be so grumpy.” you poke at rafes cheek, his face downturned in a scowl.

“you know i don’t like you at these type of parties.” rafe sighs, slapping your hand away from his face as he concentrates on the road in front of him, wishing for once that he doesn’t get to his destination faster, wanting to keep you there with him.

“babe, i’d hardly call it a party. its just gonna be me, sarah and kiara… and a couple other people.” “yeah, the fucking pogues.” rafe grunts. “you know how i feel about you hanging out with them.” “oh please, i don’t even talk to jj or john b. i just miss my girls.” you pout. you got super close with sarah when you started dating rafe, which naturally led you to get close to kiara as well as sarahs other new friends.

“yeah, alright.” rafe grunts. you may not talk to the boys, but that doesn’t stop them from trying to talk to you.

“i’ll call you when i need you to pick me up.” you unbuckle as rafe turns down the driveway, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “i love you.”

“i know.” rafe sighs dramatically, hating that you’re leaving him, but not wanting to hold you back from seeing your friends, especially when you so rarely ask him. “i love you too.”

you wait as rafe gets out, opening your door and helping you down from his truck. he looks over your outfit again, glad that you’re very covered as he walks you towards the house, music already able to be heard pumping out of speakers.

“baby, this is not a little party.” rafe looks around, realizing theres a good amount of people crowded around the various seating areas.

“do you wanna stay?” you ask. rafe struggles, but ultimately shakes his head no. he knows if he stays that he would just end up getting pissed off at one of the pogues, and he values you too much to beat one of them up in front of you.

“mmkay, well i see kie.” you turn towards rafe. “i’ll call you in a bit. probably around 1 am if thats alright.” “yeah, i’m definitely not gonna be able to sleep until i get you back home.” rafe grunts. he’s in no danger of missing your call, there’s no way he will be able to relax until you’re back safe in his arms.

“bye baby.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to rafes lips. “love you.”

“love you more.” rafe watches you walk away, literally skipping as you reach kiara, throwing your arms around her in a hug. rafe doesn’t see his sister, but he knows she can’t be far away.

“hey, pogues.” rafe walks up to a picnic table, jj smoking a blunt while pope and john b both hold a bottle of beer. 

“rafe, don’t start shit-” jj begins, but he’s quickly cut off by rafe. 

“shut the fuck up. i need you to watch y/n. if she gets hurt, i will fucking end all of you, understood?” rafe waits for all three of the boys to nod.

“im serious. i will fucking kill you. let her have fun with sarah and kiara, but don’t let her drink too much, and if any guy tries to talk to her or dance with her…” rafe trails off, but they get the point.

“she’s our friend too.” pope finally pipes up. “of course we will keep an eye on her.” “good.” rafe grunts, not saying another word before stomping away, back towards his truck.

--

“where is my kie kie?” your words slur as you stumble into the house, looking for your friend. “kiara!” you shout. “you never brought me back another drink you bitch!”

“hey, hey there.” jj suddenly grabs your shoulders, making you blink rapidly to get his face into focus. “maybe you don’t need another drink.”

“maybe you don’t need another drink.” you argue back, trying to wiggle out of jjs grasp. “i want a uh…” you look at the selection of bottles on the table. “shot of vodka!” jj knows you must be really drunk if you’re willing to take the shot, knowing how much you don’t like the taste of alcohol until you’re really far gone, always having to mix it with something fruity to get it down.

“okay, let me get it for you.” jj grabs a shot glass, keeping one eye on you as he shields what hes doing with his body, grabbing the vodka like hes going to pour it, but actually filling the cup with water instead.

“here you go.” he turns around with a smile.

“thanks!” you take the glass, knocking it back. “you know, rafe would not like you getting drinks for me.”

“hey, its all friendly.” jj smiles, patting your shoulder as you walk away to find kiara, yelling out again. he doesn’t see that you swipe a bottle from the table.

--

“i feel sick.” you shout at sarah, hands linked together. despite your words, you continue to dance, your stomach churning but there’s too much alcohol in you to care.

“i think if we drink more itll help!” sarah says, meaning to pull you towards the house, but you both stumble on the grass and end up falling on the ground, not feeling any pain as you burst out laughing.

“oh my god, we are sooo drunk.” you giggle, feeling a lot better now that you’re laying down, so you don’t make any effort to move, despite the stick poking your back.

“i know.” sarah pouts, before suddenly yelling. “john b!” it takes a minute for john b to make his way over, and when he finally does, he stands looking down at the two of you, hands on his hips.

“i think you girls may have had enough.” “sarah.” you turn to her. “i hate your boyfriend.” “me too, he’s trying to cut us off.” sarah rolls his eyes before reaching up, making grabby hands at john b, who sighs and helps bring her to her feet.

“come on.” john b tries to help you up next, but you frown, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

“i don’t want you, i want my boyfriend!” you cry out, tears suddenly streaming down your face, leaving marks in your makeup.

“oh shit!” john b groans. “don’t cry! come on! lets call rafe.”

you finally accept john bs help up, tears drying up quickly when you see kiara, squealing as you rush away from the couple to link arms with her.

--

“shit, we gotta call rafe.” pope says, looking at you with concern on his face before glancing at his phone, the time ticking past 2 am. 

“we should just take her home.” jj says. “i don’t have his number.”

“we can ask sarah…” pope looks around, before quickly realizing that sarah and john b disappeared together a while ago, and he’s not wanting to find them and break up whatever they’re doing for the sake of his innocent eyes.

“ill just ask y/n.” jj sighs, pope tagging along as he makes his way over to you, the last one dancing to the music, from the only speaker still playing.

“hey, y/n.” pope says softly, but you don’t seem to hear him as you continue to bounce around, hair long pulled out of the ponytail you arrived in, dress swishing as you move.

“y/n!” jj shouts louder, making you suddenly stop.

“what is it?” you blink rapidly, tears forming in your eyes from jjs shouting. “are you mad at me? is rafe mad at me?” “no, we just wanna take you home. its really late.” jj places a cautious hand on your back, guiding you away from the speaker.

“‘m not tired though.” you look to pope, hoping he would agree with you, but he shakes his head. no help there.

“how about we call rafe then, yeah? i think he’d beat our ass if either of us took you home.” “no he wouldn’t.” you shake your head. “my boyfriend is cute and perfect and nice and he wouldn’t do that.” 

“alright, whatever you say.” pope rolls his eyes. he’s not willing to argue about the past, especially when he knows you’re way too drunk to even realize what you’re saying.

“ill call him.” you pull your phone out, frowning at the screen before your passcode suddenly comes back to you. rafes birthday.

you manage to navigate to his contact before the phone suddenly falls from your hands, thankfully landing on the soft grass. you barely turn away from pope and jj before you throw up, bending over as you spew. 

pope moves quickly to hold up your hair, while jj picks up the phone, thankfully still open.

he presses the call button while watching pope comfort you as you begin to cry, sniffling out a mixture of words about how you hate throwing up and want your boyfriend.

“baby?” rafe answers, his voice soft but clearly tired and slightly on edge.

“uh… no.” jj answers awkwardly. “she’s ready to be picked up though she’s uhh… pretty drunk.”

“i’ll be there in five minutes.” rafe puts the truck into drive. he would never admit it, but he’s been just down the block the entire time, not wanting to go too far in case he needed to quickly get to you. “give her the phone.”

“yeah, alright.” jj hands it over to you. “its your boyfriend.”

“oh my god, rafe!” you shout into the phone, making him pull it away from his ear at your loud volume. 

“hi baby, i’m coming right now to pick you up, okay?” “i love you so much.” you sob out. “i miss you, i miss you. i hate partying without you.”

“how much did you have to drink?” rafe asks.

“she snuck a bit more when i turned my back for one second rafe.” jj adds in, leaning closer to the phone to speak. “we really did keep an eye on her.”

“yeah.” pope chimes in. “one guy tried to dance with her but i stopped him.”

“wait, really?” you question. you hadn’t even noticed, or maybe just didn’t remember.

rafe doesn’t know what to say. he’s certainly not going to thank the pogues, but he’s grateful you’re safe as he turns down the driveway, headlights illuminating the three of you standing in the yard, the only ones still around as he throws his truck into park.

“yay!” you squeal, running over to rafe and literally jumping into his arms, making him stumble back as he holds you against him.

“hi baby, did you have fun?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over your back as the other keeps you from falling. “i did but i drank too much and got sick and then starting crying because i missed you.” you explain quickly, all negative emotions gone now that you’ve got him back.

“should i get you home then?” rafe asks, glad when you nod enthusiastically, tucking your face into his neck.

rafe looks to pope and jj, nodding awkwardly at them. its the best thank you they’re going to get as he loads you into the passenger side of his truck.

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[honeytama]

Thank God for Summer.

Noah Sebastian X Plus Size!Fem!Reader

A/N: This is for everyone who wants some praise for their beautiful body.

Summary: Your friend and crush, Noah, invites you to his tour’s pool party while on their day off. You’ve got on a new bikini in his favorite color and he just can’t seem to keep his thoughts about your body away (or his hands off of you).

Content and Warnings: Fluff and smut 18+, Reader is plus size, friends to lovers?, partial Noah’s POV, pining, praise, exhibitionism?, fondling, fingering, he gets a little carried away

Word Count: 2.2k

The doorbell rings inside as you wait outside the Airbnb in your sunglasses, sandals, cover-up outfit, and your pool bag at your side.

Your friends’ band rented the place for their couple of days off in your hometown while on tour. Noah, your best friend and long-time crush, invited you to party with them on this hot summer day and you couldn’t help but feel constant butterflies.

“Noah, they’re here!” Folio yells from behind the door before swinging it open with a big smile.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you, how are you?” He exclaims. His shirt is already off, of course, and he reaches out for you to come in.

You smile wide and step forward into his hug at the house’s threshold.

“Folio, I’m so good, how are you?” You gush. He responds to you, but his voice dissipates as you get distracted by the lavish home you’ve entered. With an open floor plan, you could see everything. The guys and other bands' members from their tour are outside at the backyard pool. You can see them through the floor-length windows that line the wall of the living room.

“Am I the only girl showing up today, Folio?” You ask him, coming out of your trance.

“Hm, some of the other band’s girlfriends wanted to be here, but it was short notice so I don’t know if they’ll make it. Noah wanted you to be here and he knew you’d be in town. We haven’t seen you in forever,” he explains. “I hope that’s ok?”

Oh, you felt a little lightheaded thinking about existing in front of all those attractive men. Especially Noah. You had thought there might be other women to use as a buffer to help you feel more confident in hanging around these guys.

“Yeah, totally fine,” you smile to Folio.

“Hey, Y/N,” your favorite familiar voice sings to you from the kitchen. Folio leaves you to step out to the backyard and you walk to the kitchen to find Noah.

He’s there, with his shirt off, shit, holding a giant knife while cutting a watermelon and other various fruits behind the island. His bangs have fallen over his eyes, but he uses his free hand to tuck them away behind his ears as you walk up to the island in front of him.

“How are you? Are you ready to swim?” He grins. “I would give you a hug, but my hands are occupied at the moment.” He continues to cut the watermelon and you watch as the muscles in his arms flex with every downward slice he makes. His hands are slick with juice.

God, how do I survive today?, you think.

“I’m excited,” you half lie. “I even got a new swimsuit for the start of the summer.”

“Oh, yeah,” he squints at your sheer, cream-colored top. “It’s red. I like that.”

Noah, you groan silently.

“I just have my old pair of black trunks. You’ve seen them before, yeah?”

Mhm.

“Yeah, but it’s been a while,” you say. Averting your eyes to outside, you watch as Jolly flips into the pool as the other guys watch.

“You should go out there, get comfortable and then I’ll meet you once I’ve finished cutting these,” he smiles.

“Sure, but you have to introduce me to the other bands,” you point at him teasingly.

“Of course,” he replies and nods his head towards the patio door.

—

NOAH’S POV

I watch her leave out the glass door and out onto the patio.

A couple of the guys smile and wave at her and she raises her hand to wave back. Y/N sets her things down on the picnic table outside, and I watch as she rummages through her bag.

She sets a bottle of sunscreen on the table and looks to the left. And then to the right. Almost as if to check if someone is watching her.

I pick up my knife again to try to get at the two pineapples that have been taunting me since I was put on cutting duty.

But of course, I want to keep watching her. I’m so glad she came today.

Oh, she interrupts his thoughts. I put the knife down because I know I’ll cut myself if I’m this distracted.

Outside, Y/N takes off her sheer top that covered up her bikini. She didn’t mean for it to look so sensual, but it did. It’s like it happened in slow motion. Her back is fully exposed with just a bowtie at the back of her bikini holding it in place. She looks so soft.

Y/N uses her sunscreen generously. I watch her hands follow the curves of her sides and her shoulders.

I thought so badly to ask to have her put sunscreen on my back the way she did herself. But, Nicholas already took care of that earlier. Shit.

Y/N spins away from the pool to face the window, towards me. She watches her own hand placement in the reflection to make sure she’s gotten every spot of her neck, her chest, her stomach.

Fuck.

I watch her hands dip under the fabric of her bikini top. I imagine being able to put my hands underneath that fabric, too.

“Oh, fuck,” I say out loud this time. My cock strains in my swim trucks, so I reach my hand inside to slide it in the waistband to hide it.

She turns away again and her hands come to her hips where her shorts sit. She hooks the waistband with her thumbs and tugs them down. She shakes her hips back and forth for her shorts to come down the contour of her ass. They eventually pool at her ankles on the concrete below.

Her ass, her hips. She’s got these dips in her sides that I want to put my hands on and squeeze. Her ass and thighs look so plush; they have these lines that lead my eyes up and down her legs.

“Noah!” Her voice snaps me out of it. She waves me outside and points to the middle of her back. Y/N mouths the words, I need your help.

And with that, I leave the knife and pineapples to be done by somebody else.

—

READER

It’s evening time and the sun is on its way to being fully set over the horizon.

You sat on the edge of the hot tub with your feet in the water. It was nice to relax after a long day of swimming and meeting new people.

The hot tub is on the furthest end of the large backyard, but you can see through the house’s large windows into the living room where a few of the guys were playing video games on the TV. The rest of the guys have already headed upstairs to wind down for the night.

You see Noah walk out the glass door and watch him walk over to you.

“Did you enjoy today, Y/N?” He smiles as he joins you on the edge of the hot tub; he’s still in his infamous black trunks.

“I did. Thank you for inviting me,” you smile back and notice how close he is to you now.

“Of course. Yeah,” he trails off.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

“I just want to tell you something, but I don’t want to freak you out,” he admits.

“Tell me,” you push.

He clears his throat and meets your eyes directly. “I’ve always liked you. Like a lot. But, today, I feel like I’ve crossed the line,” he speaks slowly.

Your cheeks flush and your chest gets hot. He likes you?

“I watched you undress earlier,” he continues. “I have not stopped thinking about how sexy you've looked in your bikini all day.” He reaches a hand to rest on the inside of your thigh, so close to your core. “Please let me touch you?”

“Yes, you can touch me,” you softly permit him.

He eagerly takes your hand and leads you off the edge into the hot tub’s water. Bubbles went up to both of your hips as you sat there looking at each other.

Noah leans to place his hands on both of your cheeks and presses the most plush, passionate kiss to your lips. He continues to kiss you while moving a hand to one of your breasts and massaging it cautiously.

You moan into his mouth, which drives him to persist and grip the mass of your breast in his long fingers.

Noah pulls away from the kiss to ogle your chest. You bite your lip as he meticulously rubs his thumb over your clothed nipple to harden it. He does the same to your other breast before sliding both sides of your bikini top to the side to release your tits.

You gasp.

You watch him duck his head down to your left tit and attach his lips to your nipple and suck. His empty hand is brought to your right tit and his forefinger and thumb roll your nipples tortuously.

The walls of the hot tub reverberate your moaning, and you hope you're far enough from the house for them not to hear you.

His mouth pulls away from your breast. “God, your body,” he gushes. “You’re so sweet to let me do this.”

Your face feels so hot and everything feels so good. Between your legs, you can feel a wetness build that’s not just from the water.

“Will you let me feel the rest of you?” He pleads.

You nod and turn around toward the wall of the tub. He wraps his arms and hands around your waist. His hands travel up and down your stomach and caress down the front of your thighs.

“So fucking thick and amazing. Your body is so beautiful, Y/N,” Noah moans in your ear.

You feel a bit more confident now that his hands are all over you. You stand up and brace your hands on the edge of the hot tub and Noah follows suit.

His chest is pressed up against your back and his groin is pressed against your ass. He grinds his hard cock between your ass cheeks and keeps his hands attached to your hips to keep you still.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I like you so much,” between each word he kisses you from your shoulder to your neck.

“I need you so bad,” you moan shamelessly.

“Be good for me and spread your legs, then,” he commands.

You bend down low so that your elbows support you on the edge of the hot tub. You rest your knees with your thighs spread under the water on the bench.

Noah slides your bikini bottoms to the side and massages your slit with the pads of his fingers.

He groans as he presses one tattooed finger into you to his knuckle with ease. He hears you moan his name as he continues to press in and out a few times before adding a second finger. He uses his other hand to press and rub your clit in circles precisely.

He kisses the small of your back while continuing his ministrations. You hear him speak soft praises into your skin with each pump of his fingers into your pussy.

“I’m so proud of you for taking my fingers so well,” he says into your ear.

With that, you could feel a fire starting to burn inside. His fingers moved quicker as you became more slick. You urged him to press harder into your clit to push you over the edge.

“Fuck, make me cum,” you moaned.

“Cum for me, let it go,” he urged.

You clenched on his fingers and your legs shook beneath you as you let go of your orgasm on his fingers.

“Such a good girl,” he praises.

He moves his empty hand to wrap around your waist and help bring you down from the edge into the water. You rest your head against his chest trying to regain your breath and a steady heart rate.

Once you're ready, he spins you around to face him and places a soft kiss on your lips. “You’re so breathtaking,” he whispers.

“Noah,” you exhale out nervously.

“Hm?” He cocks his head.

“At first, when you told me you liked me,” you start to admit. “I felt kind of insecure because I didn't know whether to believe you or not. I thought ‘You just like me because I’m the only girl you’ve seen in weeks since starting tour’ or ‘I’m just a girl showing some skin’.”

“I understand. You’ve told me before that some guys will make you feel like you are their last choice. But, I swear to you. You’re meant to be mine,” he assures.

“I trust you,” you kiss his jawline softly.

“Good,” he smiles brightly, even in the dark. “Now, do you want to spend the night?”

[worth-the-chaos]

Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 13

Chapter Summary: As you all attempt to connect the dots of the gruesome murders occurring around your small but sinister town, secrets start to spill when Steve realizes you’ve been keeping things from him.

Content Warning: violence, descriptive details of Chrissy’s murder, scary upside down shit, swearing (maybe that should have preceded the previous warning), arguing, guilt and trauma

Word Count: 7.2k

Author’s Note: Ahhh! I’m so excited to be getting this chapter out! Again, sorry it took longer than usual…college is kicking my ass and syllabus week is not syllabus week-ing (kind of bullshit if you ask me). Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I can’t wait to see what y’all think!

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Series Masterlist | Chapter 12 | Next Part

***

Once you had caught up to the police cars, to your horror, you were met with the sight of a body covered in a white sheet in the middle of the road. Nancy was there talking to a police officer and when she had noticed the five of you there, she quickly finished her conversation with the officer.

Now, you were all sitting at a picnic table in the trailer park, debriefing over everything you knew thus far. Your head was spinning hearing it all over again. Even though you didn’t feel quite ready to handle it, you knew that you had to. You looked around at your friends sitting beside you at the table and thought about how you were all just victims of circumstance.

“It doesn’t make sense,” Nancy finally spoke up after Dustin’s explanation.

“It’s just a theory,” Dustin replied.

“No, Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense. I mean, why them?” She shook her head as she said it. You wondered how Nancy was feeling. Knowing how much she had struggled with Barb’s death, you wondered if Fred’s was impacting her similarly.

“Maybe they were just in the wrong place?” You suggested. “I mean, they were both at the game…and near the trailer park,” you added, trying to find any and all connections you could possibly make. I just want it to make sense, you thought, if it made sense that means we could fix it.

“We’re at the trailer park,” Steve spoke up hesitantly, looking at you with worry in his eyes as he grabbed for your hand under the table. “Uhh…should we maybe not…be here?”

“There is something about this place,” Nancy began, “Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Weird as in…?” Robin pushed the question.

“Scared….upset,” Nancy looked you all in the eyes. You felt a chill go down your spine as you considered the fact that these kids—your peers—likely died in terror.

“Max said Chrissy was upset too,” Dustin reminded you all.

“Yeah, but not here. She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right? So maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecna before?” Robin suggested. You were all grasping at straws at this point. There wasn’t anything to even go off of.

“I don’t know about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone,” Steve spoke up. You felt a pang in your chest as you remembered all that you hadn’t been telling him.

“Maybe they did,” you added hesitantly. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you…you wouldn’t go to the police. They’d never believe you.”

“But you might tell your shrink,” Robin finished your thought, sharing a knowing look with you. She had been keeping secrets for you. What Steve didn’t know was that when he had picked you up in the middle of the assembly, the two of you had run into Ms. Kelley before you could make it to the nurse’s office.

You were still crying after you and Robin had gone back inside after hanging up with Steve. You were no longer inconsolable, but tears were still streaming down your face. Robin tried to quickly rush you to the nurse’s office, her mind going a million miles a minute trying to think of a good excuse. Suddenly, you turned the corner and you jumped as you were met face to face with Ms. Kelley.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” She asked you. Her eyes searched your face looking for an answer and you felt your heart leap to your throat. You were choked up, unable to speak, so she continued, attempting to be quiet to maintain confidentiality. “Is this about the mall fire again? Do you need to schedule another appointment with me?”

You avoided eye contact with Ms. Kelley, instead more focused on looking over her shoulder at Robin as her face twisted into a look of confusion and concern. You felt guilt pull at your chest from the look on her face and you redirected your gaze to the floor, suddenly way more concerned with the dirty laces of your tennis shoes.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Ms. Kelley. Thank you though for all your help this semester. I think I’m just having one of those days and-and with Jason talking about it at the assembly…it just caught me off guard is all,” your voice was small as you responded, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“What can I do to support you right now?” She further inquired. All you could think of was the panic that had settled in your ribcage and how you desperately needed to leave.

“I guess…I just don’t think I’m in a good frame of mind to be in class right now. I have a quiz in O’Donell’s and I don’t want my grade to tank because of all of this,” you choked out. Ms. Kelley nodded as she rubbed circles on your back to help calm you down.

“How about I go to the front office and get you all signed out and Robin can wait with you outside for your ride?” You nodded and she turned to Robin, “you can call her folks on the payphone for her, yeah?”

Robin stood dumbfounded for a second before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course!” She quickly replied, nodding aggressively, still a bit shocked by the whole encounter. Ms. Kelley thanked Robin and headed towards the main office, and your eyes were still fixed on the floor when Robin spoke up again.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you, okay?” She grabbed your shoulders and forced you to look her in the eye. “I’m not going to say I understand what you’re going through specifically, but I was there too, so if you ever need to talk to someone about it without shrouding it in lies about a fire, please just come to me.”

You stood there in silence for a little bit before you nodded. “You can’t tell Steve,” you warned, your voice serious. “Seriously, Robin. He can’t know about any of this.”

Robin looked like she wanted to protest but sighed before finally agreeing. “Fine. Let’s go wait for your dingus.”

Your breath caught in your throat as she had said it. You shot her a look that said “don’t even go there” as everyone was getting up to go. She rolled her eyes but dropped the subject. Suddenly you noticed Nancy was heading in a different direction as Steve started to follow after her.

“Woah, woah, Nance. Nance! Where are you going?” Steve called after her, concern lacing his voice. Your heart dropped a little at the nickname, knowing that was what he started calling her after they had started dating. You knew that he loved you, but you couldn’t help but feel less than when you remembered Steve had spent nearly a year dating the most perfect girl in Hawkins.

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check on first.” She responded, though something in her voice made it clear that there was more than she was letting on.

“Something you maybe wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin asked, exasperated, and you couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. We’re all in this together and it doesn’t make sense to be keeping things from each other, you thought, but it was followed by an immediate pang in your chest as you thought about the things you’d been keeping from your own boyfriend.

“I just don’t wanna waste anyone’s time.”

“Uh, are you serious? Flying solo with this Vecna guy on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need someone to go with you. In fact, I’ll go,” you started heading towards her, but Steve caught you by your elbow and pulled you back, the change in momentum causing you to stumble.

“Oh, absolutely not! No way in fucking hell!” Steve yelled, and your jaw set at the anger in his voice. You opened your mouth to argue, but Robin spoke up before you could get a word out.

“This is stupid. I’ll go with Nancy and we’ll sort out whatever it is we need to sort out,” Robin started heading towards Nancy’s car and Nancy quickly followed.

“Be careful!” You yelled out after them and they didn’t really respond because who could honestly be careful with any of this shit anyway? None of you really knew what the hell was going on.

Steve rolled his eyes as you all got in the car. “Wipe your feet,” he warned Dustin, who, in true dumbass fashion, began wiping his dirty tennis shoes off on the floor mats in Steve’s BMW. “Not on the inside! On the outside idiot!” You couldn’t help but chuckle as Steve aggressively started the car. “Always the babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter!”

“Hey, it could be worse…the kids behave sometimes,” you reminded Steve and he looked at you like you had three heads.

“Yeah, sure, if sometimes means on the corner of never and not at all, then sure. They’re perfectly behaved,” he grumbled and you couldn’t help but laugh. The laughter, however, didn’t last long as the reality of the situation started to settle in. You were going to have to talk to Ms. Kelley.

“Hey, so I think I’ll go talk to Ms. Kelley by myself, you know. I just…I’ve been talking to her recently because she’s been helping with some college application stuff, so I’ve got a good rapport with her and whatever,” you attempted to remain nonchalant, but you stumbled over your words a bit and Steve looked at you funny. You just stared pointedly at him and he shrugged, making his way to her house. Luckily with it being such a small town, it wasn’t too hard to figure out where she lived. He parked on the street and turned the car off, beginning to unbuckle.

“What are you doing?” You asked quickly.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going with you,” he responded, his brows furrowed in confusion and annoyance.

“No!” you put a hand on his shoulder, and he stopped in his tracks, his confusion significantly multiplying.

“This shit is fucked, y/n. I’m not letting you go by yourself, no way.”

“Well, then Max can go with me,” you offered, looking at the girl in the backseat who was equally confused. “I just think it’s a good idea for you to keep the car running…you know, in case something happens and we have to leave quickly.”

It was a dumb ass excuse, but Steve let it slide as he rolled his eyes and started the car again. Max opened up her mouth to ask you what the hell was going on as you made your way to the front door but you just gave a small shake of your head to shut down her potential questioning. You knocked on the door and Ms. Kelley finally answered, a look of confusion and concern painted across her features.

“Hey…I-I’m sorry to bother you over break but do you have a minute to talk?” You asked, trying to keep your voice even despite the anxiety settling in your chest.

“Um, yeah, of course. Of course,” she replied, stepping to the side to let the both of you in. You both sat down in her family room as she took a seat across from the two of you.

“So, what’s going on? What would you like to talk about?”

“I just brought Max here because with all of the murders going on…we’re just…I guess we’re just feeling a bit uneasy. It’s just making it difficult, especially since Max lives in the trailer park too where the body was discovered. It’s just hitting a little too close to home.” Max nodded, following your lead, though neither of you were being dishonest. You were both scared shitless.

“You both have experienced trauma and I know both of you don’t like to talk about it or deal with your emotions,” Ms. Kelley spoke up and you looked over to Max. She must have been seeing Ms. Kelley too. “But when you keep your feelings bottled up like that, it is very easy for something to set them off. So now, when it rains, it storms.”

“Yeah, I know,” Max replied, and your heart ached for the poor girl. You felt the ever present guilt tear at your chest as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat as she went on. “It’s just, I live right next door to where it happened. The police asked me a bunch of questions…and I guess I was just wondering if they talked to you? I know you were seeing Chrissy—“

Ms. Kelley cut her off, “you know I can’t talk to you about Chrissy.”

“I know but what if there was a serial killer loose in her neighborhood?” You chimed in. “Did Chrissy mention anything? Anything at all about who might have done this?”

“Girls, I really can’t discuss this, I’m sorry. You both wouldn’t want me talking about you to other students, right?”

“If I were dead and it would help catch the killer, then yeah, I most definitely would,” you shot back, beginning to get heated about the way this was getting you nowhere.

“Well, let’s leave that to the police then, okay?” Ms. Kelley responded, staying calm per usual despite your outburst.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you conceded, but another plan was already taking root in your mind. “Can we use the restroom on our way out?”

“Sure. Up the stairs to the left.” You grabbed Max’s wrist and gently but quickly guided her up into the kitchen, ignoring Ms. Kelley’s directions she had given you and grabbing keys labeled “office” out of a bowl on her counter.

“Come on,” you whispered, dragging her behind you as you both swiftly and silently made your way out of the house. You quickly got in the car before looking at Steve who was staring at you expectantly. “Drive.”

“What? Y/n, what did she say?”

“Nothing, just drive!” You emphasized and Steve abided as he took off. You would have to wait for the sun to go down, but as soon as it did, it was go time.

You were breaking in to Hawkins High.

***

You fumbled with the keys as you tried to unlock the doors of the school. You weren’t the type of student that did this shit. Sure, you weren’t exactly a goody-two-shoes, but breaking into the school? That was a bit too much, even for the likes of you guys.

You finally got the door opened, pushing into the dark hallway, flashlight illuminating the dark corridor as you made your way into the building. After making sure there was no one in sight, you waved the rest of the gang to follow you.

“This is dumb as hell,” Steve reminded you, “like I don’t know in what world you see this going okay…and—and if we get caught, you might as well kiss your chance of scholarships goodbye.”

“Well, some things are more important than college,” you grumbled, annoyed with your boyfriend. You guessed it was cute that he cared so much about your long term plans and aspirations—but still.

He scoffed and you rolled your eyes as you continued to make your way down the hall. Suddenly Dustin’s walkie talkie came to life, Robin’s voice echoing out into the empty hall. “Dustin, do you copy?”

“Yeah, I copy.”

“So, Nancy’s a genius. Vecna’s first victims date all the way back to 1959; her shot in the dark was a bullseye,” Robin sounded excited. Dustin was about to speak again when you took the walkie out of his hands, pressing down the button to speak.

“That is totally bonkers, but we can’t really talk right now,” you relayed quickly into the radio.

“Wait, what are you guys doing right now?”

“You know, just…breaking and entering in the school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files,” you replied a bit sheepishly. Robin asked you to repeat yourself, but Steve grabbed the walkie talkie from you.

“Just get your asses over here, stat. We’ll explain everything,” Steve sounded irritated. He wasn’t super thrilled to be bringing two of his other senior friends into this who were likely to be expelled if the school found out about their actions.

You swiftly unlocked the door to Ms. Kelley’s office, immediately moving to unlock the file cabinet that contained all of her student files.

“It’s like a mini Watergate or something,” Dustin mumbled as you yanked the drawer open, flipping through the files. “Hawkinsgate!” Dustin emphasized, though you weren’t entirely paying attention, attempting to find Chrissy’s file.

“Didn’t those guys get caught?” Steve reminded the boy, his anxiety rising by the minute the longer you all were in the building.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, stopping at another hauntingly familiar name on a file.

“Did you find it?” Max asked, everyone’s attention now on you.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy’s file…Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.”

You all looked between each other, the room becoming increasingly more tense as elements of what you knew were beginning to connect. You sat down as you flipped Chrissy’s file open. You were thumbing through the pages when you found a handwritten note with a list of symptoms. You felt your heart drop when you read them. “Um, can I see Fred’s file,” you whispered, not drawing your eyes away from the words on the page.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Steve replied, setting Fred’s file in front of you. You frantically flipped through the pages until you found a very similar handwritten note, detailing all the same ailments. You sat there, staring wide eyed at the page in front of you, hoping desperately that if you stared at it long enough that the words would change. They didn’t.

Dustin spoke up from behind you, “hey, y/n…you have a file in here too?” It was more of a question than a statement, and you broke out of your trance as Steve looked at you confused. When you didn’t say anything, he turned his attention to Dustin, his confusion turning to anger.

“Hey, that’s not funny. Stop bullshitting, man,” Steve warned, but he stopped in his tracks when Dustin held up the file folder, your name printed clear as day across the top. Why in the hell were you seeing Ms. Kelley? His mind raced as he tried not to think about all the other things you might not be telling him.

“Y/n? What is this? Y/n…y/n!” Steve began to interrogate you, holding up the file folder in front of you in a white knuckled grip. He was mad…that much you could tell, but his voice continued to sound farther and farther away. Instead, a different voice rang out, your name echoing into the room in a low and gravelly register that made your skin crawl. Even though you didn’t want to, you felt compelled to follow it.

You turned, getting up from your chair and exiting into the hallway. You heard a slight, rhythmic ticking before a chime rang out. A chill went down your spine as the noise caused your heart to sink in your chest. If anxiety had a sound, this was it.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as you pushed on through the hallway. You were surprised no one else had followed you, but you pushed the thought aside as you turned the corner, you flashlight slightly shaking in your unsteady hands. The light caught the wall at the end of the tunnel, and you felt nauseous looking at the ornate grandfather clock sat nestled into the wall, fissures spreading outwards as the plaster cracked around its wooden frame.

The pendulum swung back and forth ominously…hypnotically as you continued towards it. Your mind screamed at you to stop, but your legs wouldn’t listen as they continued forward, bringing you closer and closer to the clock. It continued to tick evenly, which was almost more unsettling as you wondered what it was counting down to.

“Y/n,” the voice growled out again. It was all too much to bear, so you squeezed your eyes shut tight as you willed it all to be over. Instead, you were met with bright blue, yet sinister looking eyes staring back at you.

Suddenly, Steve’s voice filled your ears again and you felt someone shaking at your shoulders. “Y/n! Y/n, please wake up! Y/n!”

Your eyes shot open as you stared wide eyed into the familiar brown ones you would daydream about. Except, instead of having the familiar flecks of light as they twinkled when he talked to you, they were dark and full of worry, his brow furrowed as he stared deep into your eyes.

You gasped and leaned forward in your chair, collapsing into his arms. He immediately reacted to your movements, pulling you in close as his hands frantically moved across your back, as if trying to make sure you were still all there. You were breathing heavily and fighting back tears as you gripped Steve’s shirt in your hands.

The door suddenly burst open, causing you to shriek, and Steve swiftly pulled you up out of your chair, yanking you behind him as he gripped your hand in his. Your heart rate began to slow as you realized it was only Nancy and Robin…not whatever that thing was that you saw.

“What’s going on?” Robin asked hesitantly. You looked between Dustin, Max, and Steve as you tried to figure out what you could possibly say. After a moment, you finally settled on something, reluctantly opening your mouth to speak.

“I…I saw something.”

“What do you mean you saw something?” Dustin asked hesitantly. He had been scared out of his mind when he saw you go catatonic in the chair, unresponsive to Steve’s shouting. He had thought back to Eddie’s account of what happened to Chrissy as he sat frozen watching Steve try to wake you.

Your lips parted to try and explain, but you shook your head, moving around Steve and darting towards the door. He tried to stop you, but Robin put a hand on his shoulder, holding him back as everyone followed you out into the hall.

“It was right there….a grandfather clock. And—and it was so…real. When I got closer, suddenly I-I just…I woke up,” you explained, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. It sat there plain and empty, and it almost was more frightening that the clock you had seen was gone now.

“It was like she was in a trance or something. Exactly like what Eddie said happened to Chrissy,” Dustin elaborated. Steve’s stomach dropped and he suddenly felt nauseous. That couldn’t be it. He couldn’t live with himself if you…

He pushed the thought aside.

“That’s not even the bad part,” you interjected, turning to face your group of friends.

“What the fuck do you mean, y/n?” Steve asked, his voice dead serious. You didn’t answer him as you quickly made your way back to Ms. Kelley’s office, opening the files that had sent a shudder down your spine as you read them earlier.

“Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Ms. Kelley for help. Uh, they both were having headaches, nosebleeds…nightmares, trouble sleeping. And—and then they started seeing things. Bad things,” you started explaining. Steve thought back to all the times you had woken up gasping in the middle of the night, burying your head into his chest as he soothed you back to sleep. He thought about the tissues he had started keeping in his car and the jokes he made about your suddenly frequent nosebleeds. He thought about the headache you had just the night before. He felt more sick to his stomach than he had ever felt in his life as he followed the dots you had connected.

“These visions, they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually…everything ended,” you whispered the last part, your voice beginning to fail you.

“Vecna’s curse,” Robin looked at you, fear in her eyes.

“Chrissy’s headache started a week ago. Fred’s six days ago,” you continued, “I’ve been having them for five days. I don’t know how long I have. All I know is that Fred and Chrissy both died within 24 hours of their first vision, and I just saw that goddamn clock, so…looks like I’m gonna die tomorrow.” A tear rolled down your cheek as you stumbled through your words, not ready for the inevitability that you were staring in the face.

“No, that’s not going to happen,” Steve spoke up, shaking his head aggressively. “I mean, it’s all just a coincidence, right? It has to be. It-it just has to be.” His voice began to falter as he looked between all of you, none of you sharing his optimism. No one responded, and he kicked the metallic front of the desk, muttering curse words under his breath. You went to stop him, but Robin held you back. He needed this. He needed the catharsis.

Each clang that rang out was like a knife to your chest, feeling the reverberation in your body as he kicked with all his might. He finally calmed down a bit, leaning over and panting as he placed two hands on the desk and stared as his feet while fuming.

Suddenly another clang rang out; however, this one couldn’t be attributed to Steve’s outburst. This one came from somewhere else in the building. You all jumped and Steve when saw the fear in your eyes, his jaw set and he spoke up.

“You guys stay here,” he muttered as he grabbed a floor lamp, yanking it aggressively to unplug it before heading out of the room. You all obviously didn’t listen, following close behind as you hesitantly made your way down the hall. Another clang sounded, this time closer, and you jumped, Robin grabbing your shoulders to steady you. Suddenly, you heard the distinctive sound of footsteps. Someone was coming for you.

The pace of them quickened as whatever was headed your direction began to break out into a clear and definite sprint. A figure suddenly turned the corner, and everyone broke out into a chorus of shrieks and screams as Steve geared up to swing the metal lamp.

“It’s me!” The figure screamed out and you realized it was only Lucas.

“What is wrong with you Sinclair?!” Steve shouted, his paternal side kicking in as he turned this instance into a lecture.

“I’m sorry,” Lucas panted, doubled over from running.

“I could’ve taken you out with this lamp!” Steve once again emphasized, shaking the lamp for effect.

“I’m sorry guys…I-I…just give me a second…I was biking…for eight miles. And-and…we’ve got…a code red,” he panted in response. You all looked at him expectantly before he continued. “Dustin, I’ve been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy and they’ve totally gone off the rails. They’re trying to capture Eddie and they think you know where he is. You’re in terrible danger!”

Your heart stopped in your chest, as you went to stand in front of Dustin wanting to further question Lucas. You needed to know every last damn detail if you were going to keep Dustin safe, and that was all you cared about right now. Dustin pushed back in front of you, glaring at you a bit before speaking up again. “That really sucks, but we have bigger problems than Jason right now,” he relayed to Lucas, looking back at you.

***

You had split up for the night…well kind of. Everyone else was spending the night at Nancy’s but Steve decided that the two of you needed time to talk so there you were, back in his BMW as you made your way to his house. You didn’t know what to say to him, and you both rode in silence, the air tense between you.

About halfway through the ride, he had removed one hand from the steering wheel, reaching blindly to grasp your hand in his. He needed reassurance that you were still here. He needed to find a way to believe that they would figure this out and you would still be here.

You went up to his room, quietly sitting on the bed as your eyes filled with tears again now that you were in an environment in which you could be more vulnerable. Steve stood at his dresser, getting a pair of pajama pants out as he broke the silence.

“How could you keep this from me, y/n?” He sounded hurt and you really couldn’t blame him. If the tables were turned you would have felt the same way, and you felt the need to justify your actions.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered. You were looking down at your hands, though you couldn’t see them that well as your vision blurred from the unshed tears.

“That’s bullshit, and I think you know it,” Steve replied, his voice still small. “I…I just can’t believe you don’t trust me.”

“Of course I trust you Steve!” You cried out, your head snapping up to look at him.

“You sure have a funny way of showing it,” he scoffed. He knew he shouldn’t be angry with you. That he shouldn’t be taking it out on you. But he felt betrayed, feeling as though the relationship you’d built was shattering before his eyes as he contemplated the secrets you’d kept.

“You knew I was struggling. Don’t even try and act like you didn’t; this shouldn’t be a complete shock,” you defended yourself, anger leaking into your tone as well.

“Yeah, I knew you were struggling, but not like this! This is kind of a bit more than just struggling, y/n. Why didn’t you fucking tell me you were seeing Ms. Kelley?”

“Steve, that doesn’t even matter, I don’t get why you’re so caught up on that one little detail! It’s nothing compared to all the other shit going on right now!” You yelled, exasperated that, despite everything, he couldn’t just let it go.

“‘It doesn’t matter’? Are you fucking serious, y/n? Of course it fucking matters! You didn’t come to me! You never tell me things! We don’t really fucking talk about it anymore—all the shit we went through, I mean,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair as you stared up at him from your spot on his bed. He still stood by his dressed, and the distance between you suddenly felt uncrossable. In this moment, it felt like you were strangers to one another. He took a deep breath and continued, “I-I…we used to talk about it; work through it together. It seems like ever since last summer, we don’t even fucking acknowledge it.”

You stared up at him from across the room, and he thought he could break at the look in your eyes. You were hurting. You had been hurting, and all he wanted to do was try and make it better, but you wouldn’t let him.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Steve,” your voice was even as you said it.

“Why didn’t you tell me about seeing Ms. Kelley?”

“Steve—“

“No, cut the bullshit, y/n. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing Ms. Kelley? It’s a simple question; answer it,” he crossed his arms, refusing to move on until he got an adequate response. You were reaching your breaking point, and you didn’t think about the words before they exited your lips.

“Because you would have tried to help, and I don’t want your fucking help!” You blurted out. As soon as you saw the way that Steve’s face fell as you said it, you wished you could take it back. He took a deep breath and hung his head as he turned to leave the room. “Steve, wait….I-I didn’t mean it like that! Steve!”

You ran to him, grabbing at his wrist to try and get him to stay. He shook your hand away, turning around to look back at you. You saw the way tears were beginning to pool in his pretty brown eyes.

“Y/n…just….I just need you to leave me alone right now, okay?” He choked the words out. You were expecting him to be mad, to yell, to be angry. Instead his voice was small and sad, and you felt your heart jump to your throat. You didn’t listen, grabbing his wrist again as tears began to stream down your face. You decided that listening to him shout was easier to take than watching him cry knowing you caused it.

“Just yell at me! Steve, please. Just yell at me! Don’t leave, please baby!” You begged, pulling on his arm with each word that left your mouth. You were choking back sobs and slowly, he turned back towards you.

Something about him set off alarm bells in your head as you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Why would I stay for you?” The words felt like a knife to your heart as your brows furrowed, confused at his words.

“What?” You whispered, your hands dropping his wrist as a lump formed in your throat.

“I said, why would I stay for you? You’re a dirty fucking liar and the most self-centered person I fucking know. It doesn’t matter what I need, or what anyone else needs. I mean, you put the kids in danger all the fucking time! When are you going to learn that this Upside Down bullshit isn’t what’s scary. You are,” he spat, taking a step towards you. Your heart was racing and you took a step back. He had never acted like this before. He had never told you that he thought these things about you.

“I-I…I don’t understand,” you cried, continuing to scramble backwards as he approached you. You’d never been afraid of him before either, but you couldn’t help the fear clawing at your chest as he continued forward, slowly yet with an aggression that had you trembling as you quickened your steps backwards to evade his reach. His room was only so small, and you were running out of room.

“Y/n,” Steve laughed. It sounded foreign to your ears; it wasn’t the melodic tone you’d come to love and seek out. Instead it was sinister, laced in condescension and anger. “Did you really think I care whether or not I’m with you or some other bitch? Do you really think anyone cares about you? You’re just some misfit freak, and nothing is ever going to change that.”

You took a step back, jumping in fright as your back hit the wall. You had run out of room, and suddenly Steve grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your sides. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and turned your head to the side, hoping that it would all just go away.

“Look at me,” Steve’s voice rang out again, but this time it was distorted, your eyes fluttered open as you cried out, being met with the same piercing blue eyes that you had seen flash across your vision before you woke up from your trance in the school earlier. You heard a chime ring out; the same chime that echoed from the clock, and you remembered the way the pendulum had swung menacingly from side to side.

“Let go of me!” You gasped out. You wished you hadn’t opened your eyes, as you took in the sight of the figure in front of you. His skin was decrepit, a slightly translucent sheen apparent as the dim moonlight filtering through the window reflected off its surface.

“You think you can atone for everything that you destroyed?” The figure asked you. Your heart was racing, feeling his clawed hands grip your wrists tighter as you tried to wriggle free. “All you’ve ever done is hurt people, put people in danger, ruin lives.”

You thought back over the past two and a half years, feeling the guilt rise in your throat as you thought about Dustin. You were supposed to protect him. You were supposed to make sure he was staying out of danger.

Instead, time and time again you led him right to it.

“Just let me go!” You shrieked. You couldn’t budge from his grasp, small cries escaping your lips in defeat as you continued your desperate and futile attempts to break free.

“Your time is almost up, y/n,” his voice was a low growl as he leaned in, saying it quietly into your ear. Goosebumps erupted over your whole body as you squeezed your eyes shut again.

“Y/n! Please! Y/n!” Another voice suddenly filled your ears. It sounded far away at first, but it became clearer and you felt someone shaking your shoulders as your eyes snapped open to meet the familiar brown ones you knew and loved. Tears were streaming down Steve’s face and when he realized you finally come to, he pulled you in, crushing you in the tightest hug you’d ever received.

You began to break down, sobs racking your frame as you grabbed onto your boyfriend. “I don’t know what’s real anymore,” you choked out between sobs, your tears forming a wet spot on his shirt as you cried into his shoulder.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay. I’m here, baby, I’m real,” he tried to console you, but he was still a mess himself. He thought back over what he just witnessed and he felt guilt settle in his chest.

He had just told you that he needed a second to be alone. He needed time to clear his thoughts because he didn’t want to say anything in the heat of the moment that he would regret later. You had clung to his arm, protesting and trying to get him to stay when all of the sudden you retreated into yourself, going catatonic as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. He felt his heart sink halfway to hell when you wouldn’t respond. Your eyes were moving rapidly back and forth underneath your eyelids and regardless of what he did, you wouldn’t wake up. All he could think about was what Eddie had said about Chrissy…the way she levitated and her bones began to snap and how her eyes got pulled back into her skull.

He couldn’t watch that happen to you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered into your ear as he swayed with you from side to side. You could feel him still trembling and you thought back to what the figure—what Vecna, had said. All you ever brought on was hurt and destruction and chaos.

“I’m sorry!” You cried out, continuing to sob. At this, Steve immediately pulled away, looking at you quizzically.

“Why are you apologizing? Please don’t apologize, baby,” he begged.

“It’s just…I-I-I should’ve told you I was going to see Ms. Kelley! I was just afraid be-because I didn’t want you…to-to try and fix it because I knew that-that you would worry, and…and I didn’t want to put you through that stress,” you began, hiccuping through your words as you continued to cry. “Steve, I-I…I don’t think I have much time. I don’t want to waste what little we might have left being angry at each other, so can you please forgive me?”

Steve ignored your plea for forgiveness, instead focusing on the other aspect of your statement. “What do you mean you don’t have much time?” He asked hesitantly, afraid of what your answer would be.

“I saw Vecna,” you whispered, “he told me my time is almost up.”

“I’m not going to let him take you from me, y/n. I’m just not,” he shook his head aggressively as he stared at you wide eyed.

“Steve, this is exactly why I didn’t tell you—“ you began but he cut you off.

“Y/n, I don’t care that you don’t want me to worry about you; I’m going to regardless of whether you tell me to or not, and if you think that I’m going to let some Upside Down, inter dimensional, creepy ass motherfucker take you away from us, you are dead wrong,” he started, getting more and more emphatic and angry as he spoke. When he continued, his voice was softer. “I’m not letting anyone hurt my girl again, okay? We’re all going to figure this out and everything is going to be okay. We’re going to find Vecna and kill his ass, and everything is going to be okay…you are going to be okay.”

It sounded like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince you. You put your hands on the side of his face, trying to get him to settle, your heart hurting at his frantic speaking, a stark contrast to his usual more calm demeanor.

“Steve, but what if it’s not?” You asked, your voice a whisper.

“It has to be,” he whispered back. You could see the tears beginning to well in his eyes again, and you placed a soft kiss to his lips. He reciprocated, deepening the kiss as his hand went to the nape of your neck. He kissed you like his life depended on it; like he would never get to kiss you again as he pushed you towards his bed, laying you down gently.

His lips moved across your jawline as he kissed your soft skin, placing gentle but fervent kisses on the spot just below your ear. His lips trailed down your neck as he listened to you breathe. You were whispering his name and he took a second to take it all in.

Here he was, with the love of his life, who was presumably about to die at any given moment. Yet you were still sitting like a masterpiece on his sheets, his name dripping from your lips like honey. You were everything he had ever wanted and he cursed himself for not doing a better job at protecting you.

“Steve?” You whispered breathily, putting a hand on his chest to stop him. He propped himself up better, looking down at you, and he felt his heart skip as he looked into your lust filled eyes.

“What is it baby?”

“I’m ready,” you whispered. Understanding what you meant, he leaned down and placed the sweetest and most gentle kiss to your lips.

Tomorrow wasn’t certain, so tonight, Steve was going to love you as if there was no tomorrow, making sure you knew exactly just how much you meant to him.

While you spent the night tangled up in Steve’s bedsheets as he placed hot kisses across every inch of your body, for the first time in a while, you felt at ease. You allowed yourself to revel in the bliss of that moment because, come tomorrow morning, you were going to have to start facing the reality of the situation.

And the reality of a sudden and gruesome death was a hard pill to swallow.

***

a/n: anyway, so shit’s gettin’ real. Reblog if you want to give me a free dose of serotonin while I’m muddling through the dumpster fire that is college :)

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[loveinhawkins]

Dustin knows that as soon as you cut one monster’s head off, another is bound to grow in its place.

So when the late Jason Carver’s family and friends move out of Hawkins, he’s secretly glad about it, sure, but he’s not exactly relieved.

Rumours are a hard thing to kill.

He’s careful; he tries his hardest to be careful. On the occasional days that Eddie happens to pick him up from school, he makes sure Eddie parks down the sidewalk, so he’s out of direct view from the parking lot. In all honesty, he doesn’t think anyone would actually try to start anything; the cover story for Eddie’s innocence hadn’t been watertight, nothing ever is, but it had been enough to stop full blown accusations.

Still. Dustin starts to think that maybe monsters now come in the form of silent looks, of parents whispering as they pick up their children from school, whisking them away as if Eddie might turn them to stone with one glance.

“I’ve had whispers all my life, man,” Eddie had told him, blasé, “I’ll get over it.”

But Dustin figured he could at least spare him from hearing some of it; a little walk before catching a ride isn’t exactly a hardship.

But in all of his imagined worst-case scenarios—picturing himself having to defend Eddie from the town’s rubberneckers—Dustin doesn’t expect to be confronted in the middle of the school day.

And certainly not while he’s alone.

A junior stops him on the way to the cafeteria. Dustin racks his brain, comes up with the name Aaron, blanks on the surname; yet he’s sure that there’s no crossover with Jason and his crew.

“Henderson, right?” Aaron says with a seemingly pleasant smile.

Dustin’s hackles are up from just the way he says his name—it’s not like the way Eddie and Steve say it, rounded and soft with fondness. It’s cold, oil slick.

“Yeah,” he says shortly. He makes to step to the side; Aaron doesn’t stop him really, but his weight shifts subtly, as if to silently declare that there’s no room for argument.

“Come on, let’s take a walk.”

-

At first Dustin tries very hard to convince himself that it’s just a coincidence when Aaron leads him into the woods.

But then he sees the picnic table.

Eddie had described every interaction he’d had with Chrissy in a kind of vivid detail that bordered on desperate—almost as if by recounting it, he might find a scrap of impossible hope: that it hadn’t happened like he thought, that she might have somehow survived after all.

It’s like Dustin can see the memory of her now, can hear Eddie’s words. I noticed she was… jumpy, you know, but, Jesus, I just thought I must’ve spooked her.

“This is where he did it, right?” Aaron says. “Where it all started.”

Dustin stays very still. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb. I saw them that day, wandering off.” There’s a horrible gleam in Aaron’s eyes, and Dustin knows it’s been fuelled by the darkest of whispers. “They timed it so it looked like they went there separately, but I fucking saw them.”

“I’m not—”

“He cursed Chrissy here, didn’t he? Then he finished off what he started at his piece of shit trailer. Fucking creep.”

In his mind’s eye, there’s a flash of Eddie in Steve’s arms, something he saw unintentionally, waking in the early hours of the morning. He remembers quickly shutting his eyes again, but that hadn’t been enough to block out Eddie’s gasping, tearful breaths. I thought I could help her, Steve, I-I thought—oh, God—

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dustin says flatly.

He can hear Eddie’s voice in his head. Don’t rise to it, don’t give them an inch. But that had been about teachers itching for an excuse to give someone a detention, not…

“That’s right, Henderson, walk away. You a freak like him?”

The leaves rustle as Aaron stalks forward; Dustin doesn’t look back.

There’s some kinds of people you just can’t reason with, Henderson.

“Yeah, I think you are. Did he teach you everything? Bet you loved it. Bet you begged for it. Begged him to show you how to be a fucking faggot—”

Dustin doesn’t remember actually deciding to throw a punch. It’s like the next few seconds of his life turn to static, to nothing, and suddenly he’s breathing heavily, and Aaron’s looking up at him from the ground in faint surprise.

It must not have been a good punch; there’s not a mark on Aaron’s face, and when Dustin glances down at his knuckles, he can’t see any blood on them. He probably just caught Aaron in the chest—winded him, if anything.

But he stands his ground. Tries to channel how Steve had squared up to Billy Hargrove.

“Say that again, and you’re dead.”

His heart pounds in his ears, a drumbeat of fury. He wonders if maybe a part of him has never stopped being twelve years old, has never stopped being angry when people spat poison about Will.

“No,” Aaron says, getting to his feet, “you are.”

And Dustin is shoved backwards. His ankle is still weak from that damn fall through the gate, so he goes down hard.

And as he lies there, trying to catch his breath through the flare of pain, he suddenly realises that no-one knows where he is. That he could get really, really hurt.

Aaron looms over him, saying nothing. He spits in Dustin’s face.

And then he leaves.

-

“Where were you?” Mike asks the period after lunch, passing over a cup of chocolate pudding he’d saved.

Dustin spins a tale about having lunch in the music department, waiting for a slot to become free for guitar lessons. It’s not technically a lie; he’d simply planned on doing it next week instead: just a taster session so he could tell Eddie about it, and then Eddie would bitch about promising youth getting ruined by learning “fucking godawful technique”, and then he’d teach Dustin properly.

Mike buys it, but his forehead wrinkles in concern when Dustin doesn’t touch the pudding.

Dustin bites down the stupid impulse to ask him about how it felt to jump off Sattler Quarry—because right now he thinks he’s been left dangling over the edge of a cliff.

Just waiting to fall.

-

He thinks he’s doing an okay job at hiding the persistent throb in his ankle, takes care to walk to Eddie’s van with his head up.

But then Eddie opens the door, and his first words are, “Hey, are you limping?”

Dustin just stops himself from sighing. Plan B, then.

“Had to run track at gym,” he lies easily.

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“I thought it would be fine!”

“C’mon, man, you’ve got a doctor’s note for a reason.”

Dustin does sigh this time—a harsh, frustrated sound as his ankle gives another warning twinge. He doesn’t stop himself in time, and he snaps, “God, you sound like Steve. It doesn’t suit you.”

The surprised glance Eddie gives him is awful. He’s silent for a moment, starting up the engine.

“Didn’t realise only Steve could care,” he says lightly, but Dustin can see the flicker of hurt in his eyes.

But while a part of him instantly regrets what he says, another part is relieved: he knows that, for now, Eddie won’t pry anymore, will just give him a pointed silent treatment for the rest of the ride.

Dustin tells himself that he doesn’t mind. He’d rather Eddie be hurt by his words than anyone else’s.

He can do this. He can handle this on his own.

He has to.

[danikamariewrites]

More xaden fics please I love your xaden fics 🛐🛐

Midnight Picnic

Xaden x reader

A/n: thank you anon bc you sparked my Xaden creativity again (part of the No One Left Behind universe lol)

Warnings: none just soft Xaden

You felt something poking at your cheek and heard your name softly being called. You shot up, looking around your room until you spot Xaden kneeling next to your bed. He sends his shadows out to soothe you. The dark mist like extensions of Xaden trail up and down your arms to calm your racing heart.

An annoyed sigh escapes your lips and you put your face in your hands. “Gods Xaden! you scared the shit out of me.” You whisper shout at your boyfriend. He chuckles lightly and turns the light on. Sitting on your bed he grabs your hand, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with the rough pad of his thumb. “I'm sorry sweetheart, but I have a surprise for you.”

Looking at the clock on your bedside table that reads midnight you look back at Xaden, eyes narrowed. “What surprise needs to happen at midnight?” He gives you a dangerous smirk, “Well you're going to have to get dressed and find out.” You groan and kick the covers back, placing your feet on the cold wood floor.

After you dress in casual warm clothes like Xaden he helps put your jacket on and zips it up, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. He takes your hand pulling you toward the door, holding a finger to his lips, reminding you to be quiet.

Once you make it to the Flight Field through the secret passage, you spot Sgaeyl and Cadmus waiting for you. You notice a small bag and rolled-up blanket at Sgaeyls feet. Turning to Xaden you give him a questioning look, “Where are we going?”

Xaden gives you the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face. “I know the last few weeks haven't been the best, so I thought we could sneak away for a little bit and have a midnight picnic.” Your heart melted at his kindness. The thought of sneaking away from the college and being alone with Xaden made you extremely happy. “I'm just sorry this is the only time we can do this.” You throw your arms around him, “It's perfect. Thank you.”

About fifteen minutes later you and Xaden land in a small clearing on the mountainside. You dismount and the dragons take off. Xaden lays out the blanket and starts unpacking the snacks from the bag. You plop down next to him and start to unwrap the food. Pausing, you ask, “How did you sneak all these out?” Xaden smirks, “I have my ways, sweetheart.”

For a few blissful hours, you and Xaden relaxed. Truly relaxed. You took turns feeding each other and gazed at the stars while laying on his chest. Looking at him lovingly, tracing his face you let out a content sigh. “What was the sigh for?” He asks, turning toward you. You trace his crooked nose, tapping the top of it. “Just thinkin’ about how much I love you. And how beautiful you are.”

Xaden’s chest shakes as he laughs. “You think I'm beautiful?” He pulls you so you're fully on top of him, your foreheads touching as he nuzzles his nose against yours. “I think you're beautiful too.” He whispers, only for you to hear.

Your lips meet, moving slowly against each other. You continue this dance until Xaden growls and slowly pulls away from you. “We need to head back. The sun is going to rise soon.” You pout your lips and your brows furrow. He runs his fingers over your brow, smoothing them out, and traces his knuckles down over your temple and cheek, ending with his thumb pulling at your bottom lip lightly. He hates that look you give him. He’d do anything to make sure you were never sad again.

But unfortunately, you had to leave behind the little bit of peace you found. “I'm sorry.” You lay back down against him, tucking yourself under his chin and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. Closing your eyes you ask, “Can we stay for five more minutes?”

He places a large, warm hand on the small of your back and brings the other up to gently massage your scalp. “Yeah, sweetheart, five more minutes.”

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[corrodedbisexual]

"You know, this is the first time we've actually talked since middle school", Eddie finds himself saying, because somehow he can't stop running his mouth now. Steve just gives him a blank look. "You don't remember?" Harrington frowns and shakes his head. Eddie really, really should just leave it, the guy is here to buy and is probably regretting initiating a conversation already, but... seriously? Eddie looks away, morphing his face into a hurt expression that's only partially fake, then feigns a heart attack, clutching at his chest and falling off the bench onto the ground.

Started as a silly little sketch discussing with @sidekick-hero the 4x01 picnic table drug deal scene except Eddie meets Steve and it's an AU where there's no Vecna, he just has trouble sleeping/nightmares. Click below to read the whole thing.

The last person Eddie expected to see at his usual sale spot in the woods is Steve Harrington.

Eddie's definitely wary at first, not even looking him in the eye directly. Harrington might not be the King of Hawkins High anymore, but surely he could fuck Eddie up pretty badly even without his former jock posse around. Not that he, or they ever did that. They all mostly ignored Eddie, other than some occasional name-calling or "accidental" shoulder shove in the corridors. But witnessing the consequences of several fights in the parking lot was enough for Eddie to keep his guard up.

Except Steve just quietly sits down, glances at Eddie's lunchbox, offers him a tired smile. "Hey. How much for a half ounce?"

Straight to business, then. Eddie blinks, cautiously joins Harrington at the table across from him. "Uhm. Twenty."

"Shit. Um," the guy sighs, counting the crumpled bills in his hands - Eddie's trained eye registers 16 bucks - then rubs a hand across his face. "Make it a quarter then."

Huh, rich daddy cut you off or something, Eddie thinks, giving Harrington's clearly expensive, pristine clothes a once over, but obviously makes no comment. He might not absolutely love his face when it stares at him in the mirror, but a black eye certainly wouldn't do it any favors. It's one thing to tease these guys in the middle of the crowded school cafeteria, and completely different when it's one on one.

Eddie nods and starts unpacking his lunchbox, expecting this weird incident to be over in a minute, when Harrington asks him, suddenly, "You ever feel like you're losing your mind?", and Eddie finally allows himself to study the guy's face. Harrington oozes exhaustion, and frankly he looks more like a kicked puppy than a rabid dog Eddie usually associates with the jocks (ex-jocks? is it a thing? or once a jock, always a jock?). Whatever the fuck made him say that, and whatever made him seek out Eddie in the first place - suddenly he's pretty sure Harrington's not buying for a party. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't heard of parties at Harrington's place in a long while. Before the guy even graduated.

Eddie softens, relaxes his shoulders, lowers his defenses a notch; he chuckles, takes a chance at a joke, "Yeah, you know... just on a daily basis". And what the fuck, Steve fucking Harrington laughs at that, and it's not mean, it's like he actually appreciates Eddie relieving that awkward, tense whatever between them. Eddie feels encouraged to continue. "Pretty sure I'm losing my mind right now. Didn't expect former Hawkins High royalty to grace my humble small business with his presence."

Steve rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling, and Eddie can't help full on grinning then, tilting his head, his defenses dropping further - he really shouldn't, but he's quickly failing to be smart and careful. His brain always gets completely stupid when someone pretty smiles at him like that. And Harrington is, has always been, so goddamn pretty. Even back in middle school, which should be illegal. Everyone's supposed to be awkward, insecure and covered in zits going through puberty.

"You know, this is the first time we've actually talked since middle school", Eddie finds himself saying, because somehow he can't stop running his mouth now. Steve just gives him a blank look. "You don't remember?" Harrington frowns and shakes his head. Eddie really, really should just leave it, the guy is here to buy and is probably regretting initiating a conversation already, but... seriously?

Eddie looks away, morphing his face into a hurt expression that's only partially fake, then feigns a heart attack, clutching at his chest and falling off the bench onto the ground. The last few of his rational braincells are yelling at him - WHAT THE FUCK EDDIE, BEHAVE LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN - but they're quickly silenced, because as he's scrambling to get up, he sees Harrington already up on his feet, a slight frown on his face, like - like he was worried for a second that Eddie wasn't faking it? And then, Harrington laughs again, and that simple sound really shouldn't have that much power over Eddie's heart rate. It's not fair.

"You, uh... You have leaves in your hair," Steve points, still chuckling, then looks away and bites his lip, like... Is he suddenly shy? "You didn't have all that", he wriggles his fingers around his face, imitating the shape of long curls. "In middle school, I mean."

Eddie quickly turns around, trying to hide his blush as he hastily plucks the leaves out. "Yeah, uh. My hair was buzzed back then." He grins as he turns back, folding his arms against his chest. "A-ha! So you do remember me."

"'Course I remember you, Munson. I was just messing with you," Harrington says, sounding unfairly casual. Be still, Eddie's poor, gullible heart. "We had that project together? Pick an animal and make a presentation about its biology, behavior, habitat and all that stuff?"

"Yeah, and we both wanted to pick something cute. And spent an hour arguing what constitutes a cute animal."

"You picked vampire bats, dude!" Harrington frowns, shakes his head incredulously. He remembers. What the fuck, he remembers.

"And I stand by it!" Eddie exclaims, approaching the table again in three big leaps and leaning forward, kneeling on the bench, hands gripping the table edge. "They cuddle together for warmth! And groom each other! How are they less cute than penguins?"

"Penguins mate for life! That's like... super romantic, or whatever." Oh fuck, Harrington's blushing. It makes Eddie feel so much better about acting like a total clown just a minute ago. He sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"And this is why we had to compromise at sea otters."

Steve nods. "'Cause they hold hands in the water so they don't float away from each other."

"Yeah, that's hella cute. Can't argue with that." You're cuter though, he doesn't say, thank god his brain-to-mouth filter is at least partially functional.

They stare at each other for a moment, grinning, and Eddie's the first to clear his throat and look away, worried that if he keeps eye contact for another second, he'll absolutely do something stupid.

"Tell you what, Harrington." He sits back down and rummages through his lunchbox again, taking out a bag and pushing it across the table towards Steve. "I can get you a special former cute animal project buddy discount. Sixteen for a half. Even if you're wrong about bats."

"Oh. Shit. Thanks, man." Steve sounds sincerely grateful. He picks up the bag, fiddles with it, before glancing up at Eddie. "You're totally right. Bats are the best."

Smooth bastard. Eddie chuckles, then reaches out, picking up the bills one by one, but leaving a dollar on the table. "Flattery works with me." He winks at Harrington before he can stop himself. Like he's allowed to do that - him, the local freak - and apparently, miraculously, he is. No fists come flying as Steve ducks his head at that, moving to put the bag and remaining dollar bill away into his jacket pocket. What's more, for the second time today, Eddie registers a faint blush on the guy's cheeks. And it's definitely not embarrassment this time.

Eddie was absolutely, one hundred percent unashamedly flirting, and now Harrington's blushing. That's a lot to unpack, and Eddie doesn't feel like he has the brain power to do that right now. So he stands, frantically digging through his brain for some non-awkward way to wrap up their encounter; but before he says anything, his newfound client speaks first.

"Hey Eddie?" It shouldn't be so weird to hear. They did call each other by their first names back in middle school.

"Yes... Steve?" He replies in an inquiring tone. Steve looks nervous. Which makes Eddie double nervous.

"You wanna maybe... Join me? To be honest, I've never tried anything besides booze, well... Except one time, and it was kind of... An accident." Something dark briefly passes over Steve's expression, and Eddie figures he shouldn't ask. "So, yeah. I wouldn't mind some company."

"Someone to hold your hair while you puke your guts out?" Eddie defaults to humor, because his brain is still processing the request.

"Ha-ha. Fuck you," Steve replies, but there's no bite to it, and he's smiling again.

Well, damn. What is Eddie's life? Ten minutes ago he was wondering if he's gonna end up with a black eye, and now he's about to smoke out Steve goddamn Harrington. Who for some reason keeps smiling at him, like they are friends or whatever.

"You're not what I expected, Steve Harrington", he finds himself saying in wonder. "Sure. Fuck it. Let's get wasted."

Steve grins, standing and shoving his hands in his pockets. And as they head back to the school parking lot, side by side, he suddenly bumps Eddie's shoulder, making him jump just an inch.

"You're not what I expected either, Eddie Munson."

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Orchid and Serenity have finished their picnic on the ground, and decided to move to the communal picnic table to continue talking.

Serenity: So, tell me more about what happened after you moved away from Newcrest. I know you met Arianna and Rae and you all became fast friends in high school, but what else?

Orchid: Oh, there’s not much else, I developed my love for plants and nature though! Dad’s job in Conservation became his whole life, he was taking on lots of hours to cover the hefty living expenses of Sulani so it was basically just me around the house (except when Rae or Arianna came over). I spent my spare time gardening or flower arranging. Actually, lately, I’ve gotten into cross-stitching because of a gen ed I took freshman year! What about you? What happened to you after I moved to Sulani?

Serenity: In all honesty, not much. I continued to be in love with you for a few years. Once I got a phone I considered reaching out to you on Social Bunny, but I didn’t want to bother you or something, especially if you were with someone.

Orchid: I felt the same way! Not about the being in love with you part, but I didn’t want to bother you or reconnect without being able to see you again. I thought it was best to leave the past in the past. I guess the universe just wasn’t done with us yet.

Serenity: *takes Orchid’s hand* I think so too…so tell me about Felix.

Orchid: *pulls her hand away immediately* What?! Felix? What about him?

Serenity: Oh please, you said you were fresh off being in love with someone, and I saw how awkward you two interacted at the juice-kegger. You were in love with him, right?

Orchid: Uh, yes, but I–I think I like you now, why do you want to know about him?

Serenity: Well, normally people who like each other share about their past relationships, right? I haven’t been in a relationship before, I’ve only ever loved you. I was just curious about how you fell for a 50-something-year-old man seemingly out of the blue.

Orchid is hesitant, struggling with how to share the story without blowing Felix’s cover.

Orchid: Well I…okay, I guess I should share. I fell for Felix a little before Freshman year. He was living in Britechester well before we started school. I…scoped out the city before I decided on the University of Britechester. I came across Felix in…the library. He seemed to be doing the same thing I was, scoping out the university before attending.

Orchid’s brain feels like imploding after trying to explain how she fell in love in a discrete way. How can she explain that she fell in love with a stranger over a biography about him?

Orchid: Um…he was different. He…was so incredible.

Serenity: Incredible? How?

Orchid: Shit, uh, he…I fell in love from a distance. Not in a stalker-y way. More like a secret admirer way. I noticed little things about him. It felt like, like we had our own secrets between us (though of course, he had no idea who I was). He would…drop something and only I would see and that would be our little secret. He would joke to himself and only I would hear, and that also became a secret. No one else knew about–I mean noticed him, he was largely forgettable I guess. Just another middle-aged cishet white man.

Serenity: So he had no friends?

Orchid sighs and takes a second to gather herself, struggling to create falsities to cover up Felix’s ghostly past.

Orchid: Uh, not that I saw. I said he was largely forgettable? Double that and that’s how much people remembered him. He was almost…*hesitates*...like a ghost.

Serenity: Weird, but okay…

Orchid: Haha yeah… 

Serenity: So you fell for him over a distance and being in a library? That’s oddly the most innocent and creepy thing I’ve heard.

Orchid: *Pouts and crosses her arms* It wasn’t creepyyy, it was sweet!

Serenity: *Puts hands up in defense* Whatever you say, honey, hehe.

Orchid playfully juts her face out, closing her eyes, waiting for a kiss. Serenity answers her unasked question with a quick peck. Serenity grabs Orchid’s hand and the two jaunt off into the Henford-On-Bagley woods.

[agentkaz]

kloktober day 14: use a fall food or drink

MADE IT TWO WEEKS SO FAR. here have some fluffy shit. hot chocolate is a fall drink To Me.

"You think they'd put the animals in little outfits or somethin'," Pickles said, crouching down to look at a baby pig.

"Or cover 'em in fake blood!" Murderface said.

Today Toki had dragged everyone out to the "Super Spooky Halloween Festival-A-Roonie," which had turned out to be a little on the lame side so far. Even Toki seemed a little disappointed when the promised Halloween stuff was a little too toned down, making it seem more generically fall-based than anything else. Lot of pumpkins, leaves, very few piles of fake blood and gore or Draculas. Super spooky it was not.

However, it had a petting zoo, and Toki was currently having the time of his life, so everyone just dealt with it for his sake. At first, they'd all followed Toki into the pen, checking out some of the animals, but one by one they wandered out eventually.

When Toki had finally tired of getting his hands on every animal he could, he left with a big smile on his face. Everyone else stood by the fence, looking bored.

"Finally," Nathan said. "I'm fucking starving. We should grab something to eat."

"I saws the foods places back there," Skwisgaar said, pointing towards a row of booths, and they headed in that direction with little argument.

The refreshment selection was pretty sad as well, with absolutely zero booze, but eventually they all ended up with hot chocolate (with a sugar-free option for Toki) and some disappointing slices of "Halloween pizza" that looked indistinguishable from regular pizza. They sat down at a picnic table with a flimsy orange plastic tablecloth that threatened to fly away in the slightest breeze to wolf down the pizza as they watched people walk by.

"At least they didn't fuck the hot chocolate up," Murderface said when they'd finished the food, taking a drink.

"We should look these things up before we go to 'em next time," Pickles said.

"Or we don'ts listens to Toki," Skwisgaar said.

"Oh, but what about this zombies one next weeks?" Toki asked, peering at his phone that sat on the table while he held his drink with both hands. "Looks like it ams supposeds to be really gross."

"Yeah, okay," Nathan said. Everyone seemed amenable to that as they got up with their drinks, leaving their garbage behind on the table.

[nevada-wrytes]

Chapter 4 - The Chipped Statue

Content warnings: Death, gore, alcohol mention

Link to the previous chapter and link to the next chapter

The air felt static, like it was going to burst.

The partygoers, like a flock of nervous sheep, began shooting wary glances at the darkening sky. There were no stars tonight.

People began to leave, mostly underclassmen who couldn't afford missing class tomorrow. Others soon followed, and in a frantic attempt to get people to stay, the host stole the karaoke microphone again.

"Hey, hey, guys! Don't leave yet— there's still some surprises left in store." Everyone stopped shuffling out. Heads turned to Ronnie on his makeshift stage, a picnic table that, in poor taste, held the framed portrait of the dead girl. The karaoke machine was still playing Carly Rae Jepson's Call Me Maybe.

"Yeah, that's better! Stay a little longer- I promise nothing can spoil our plans. The weather isn't going to get worse until the morning!"

Raven vaguely remembered the weather report stating storms by this evening, which means they were long overdue. It seemed no one else liked to watch the five AM news, though, because others seemed to eagerly believe Ronnie.

Raven shifted his gaze to the tree line, where strong wind beat the bare branches. He hmped. The sky felt absolutely heavy with rain, but he wasn't about to burst the fun.

A presence at his shoulder– lavender perfume told him it was Dahlia. She was back and pulling him onto the dance floor. The song was loud and had a heavy bass, something one could only jump to. She didn't seem to mind, bobbing up and down and screaming the lyrics like everyone else. Raven smiled, Dahlia was too precious. He'd have to tell her how cute she was later when he kissed her goodnight.

Bodies began crowding them as more popular songs came on. Between body odor, humidity, and alcohol fumes, the air felt impossibly tight. Thankfully whatever drink Dahlia had given him earlier was working wonders to untangle the knot in his stomach so he was more than happy to bounce and sing and spin around.

His head felt so light, he can't remember the last time life felt so good.

Once one song ended, and before another could begin, a group of people meandered off and came back with a box dutifully marked in a series of bright colors and explosion warnings.

Someone had brought fireworks.

By the birds.

Raven scrambled out of the circle— it seemed they were going to light them in the middle of the dance floor— and almost had a heart attack when he realized Dahlia wasn't right next to him. Shit.

Then he remembered she'd just gone to the bathroom, and he willed his heart to slow down.

They passed around sparklers and soon the scene lit up with thousands of crackling lights. No one seemed to care that flying sparks and dry November woods were a bad combination. But that wasn't even the worst of it. Dammit- Raven needed to find Dahlia and get the hell out.

He creeped around towards the front of the house, having seen Dahlia go this way, but there was nothing save for a few drunk students leaning over steps or trash cans.

A firework launched into the sky with a whine. It popped, ringing like a thousand shots, and Raven had to cover his ears. He refused to let this stop him from his mission, so he marched on.

The front door was open and he stepped through. He could only guess where a bathroom would be in this grand of a cabin, but maybe if he waited by the hall she'd have to pass him. And then he could grab her and go home and there would be no more fireworks or drunk people or parties.

"Dahlia?" He caught sight of a poofy dress turning a corner. Raven made to follow after her but was stopped when a drunk highschool boy came running through the deck doors, a lit firework in his hands.

Raven's eyes widened. Was he really about to set off a firework inside?

The boy turned to Raven, wide-eyed and giddy, and pointed the rocket right at his chest. All Raven could do was duck and cover his ears.

Behind him, glass exploded in a shower of tiny shards. The air filled with clouds of powdered sheetrock. Something began to burn.

Raven cursed. He turned away from the boy who could only stare, white as a ghost, at the consequences of his actions.

Raven did not care. He had bigger things to deal with, and Dahlia must already be so far away. He ran out the back door she'd disappeared through and was met with a twisty path right into the woods.

Of course, he barreled straight through. Behind him, firework after firework exploded over his head. And what began as screams of awe and wonder soon turned bloodcurdling.

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Smoke filled the air behind him, the dangers of dry November woods were real. Maybe the storm would be enough to put it out but that was a big maybe.

As he got further and further from the party, the screams grew distant, and all he could hear were the rumbling from the clouds and the ruffles of feathers from above. The click clack of beaks told him they were waiting.

No, please, he begged, pushing himself to go faster. Lightning struck something in the distance. Abruptly, the path ended with a cliff— the back of a retaining wall— and Raven jumped.

He landed dozens of feet below, a fall that was just fine for his joints but would have been detrimental had a human attempted to jump-

Raven turned around, because, in his gut, he knew what awaited him.

If a human were to run into the woods, drunk and laughing at the colorful lights bursting above them, then not notice when the path ended and the cliff began, then surely they'd trip and tumble off, body rolling just a couple feet away into the dry leaves and timber.

Raven gulped. He recognized the poofy dress that stuck out of those leaves.

It began to rain.

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A long time ago, a sculptor was carving life into a cold block of rock. The attention to detail was immaculate— muscles pulled taunt over smooth white limbs, flesh prodded and poked by invisible hands, a ribcage open and bursting with all the plump organs inside— it was a projection of life itself.

However, there was a moment when the sculptor, distracted, accidentally struck the mallet too hard. A simple ding, and the perfect immaculate structure was no more. A sizable chunk had been chipped away from the heart deep in the chest cavity. The sculptor cursed and threw down his tools, for it could never be fixed.

That's how Raven felt as he knelt down to gently turn the body over. Dahlia's eyes were open, still staring in wonder at the sky.

Another firework went off, mixing with the storm.

Training kicked in automatically, and Raven frantically began searching for a soul, a link, a tether, anything- but the body was empty. Someone had gotten to it first.

For the first time in a while, Raven felt like he was going to cry.

And then, like a gentle hand coaxing the feelings away, everything turned off.

Boom. Szzzszszsz.

He could not feel the still warm body under his hands or the cold rain pooling on his shirt or the grief choking his words or the guilt threatening to drop on top of him like an anvil.

There was nothing like remorse going through his head, yet he methodically prepared the body anyways, smoothing down her dress, crossing her hands over her chest, and lodging a coin under her tongue for the ferryman. It was a limited edition one too, he'd like that.

Raven knew a thousand prayers, but couldn't say anything at the moment. He glanced up at the canopy overhead, where a thousand beady eyes stared at him. They ruffled their feathers. Another firework went off with a boom. The forest began to shake with thunder.

He glanced at the body, then back at the birds, then again at the body, and finally, turned around to the distance, where the trees were lit up brighter than they should have been at night even with the rain.

The flames would find them soon enough, but that didn't mean they'd have to waste what was here.

He knelt down again.

"I'm sorry Dahlia," he said, but he really wasn't. Was he? He cradled her face, her perfect face, flicking off the rain, then went for an eye. Digging a fingernail in, the eyeball leapt out of its socket with a satisfying and slick pop.

He studied the organ, weighing how grimy or dirty it would be after tumbling around in the dirt, but he was willing to risk the chance of disease if it meant the beast in his head would stop howling.

He popped it into his mouth and it burst like an oversized grape. He did the same with the other eye.

It was quite chewy.

The birds above him cackled.

"Raven king! Raven king!"

Raven got up, brushing dirt off his pants and wiping his hands free of eye goo.

"Well," He looked up at his unkindness with a smile. "Tonight, a feast. Eat!"

The birds understood and flocked down, surrounding the body. It looked like a mass of writhing, shiny wings.

Raven stepped away from the mutated thing and his smile dropped. Sense was slowly coming back, and he could smell the wildfire smoke as close as ever, as well as hear the screams for help from the cabin up at the top. Perhaps they had run out of fireworks.

He didn't care. He never did, because that sculptor had smashed his heart too many times, to the point where there was barely a chunk left. There was no point in trying to fix his mistakes. All he could do was move forward.

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"And on today's breaking news: a forest fire started in Weston County nearly ran out of control had firefighters not responded fast enough. Although the cause is believed to be from an electrical fire in a cabin, we are still investigating whether or not it may have been set on purpose after the burned body of a missing teenage girl was found on the property. She had last been seen partying with her boyfriend, whom, eyewitness reports claim, later fled the scene shortly after her disappearance. A trail camera captured grainy footage of what appears to be a tall teenage boy dressed in black running through the woods. If anyone has any information please contact the Weston County Police Offic-"

Click. The screen turned black as someone set the remote down. They stirred in their chair.

"Well, well, well, Raven King. Looks like we finally caught you."

End of Part One: The Raven King

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[noodlyappendages03]

We had a wonderful night together. DD took me for a spin in his sports car and we picked up burgers and had a sunset picnic in the park. He looked really sexy in his Ray Bans. He took me to a picnic table overlooking the river and we had dinner and talked and laughed over some goofy things. Before that, we had incredible sex. After dinner, he led me to this old oak tree that had a romantic canopy of leaves and proceeded to make out with me under the tree, hidden away from everyone. It was like something out of a romcom movie - just us, covered by a thick canopy of oak leaves under a live oak tree so old all of its branches touched the ground, creating a bubble of foliage. It was just us in this secret bubble, lost in a kiss. We plan to bring a blanket next time so we can go back to our secret spot. 😉 Later, we continued our romantic stroll, holding hands and talking, and at one point we sat on this bench and kissed passionately. We talked about our childhoods and turns out DD had lived in Nairobi, Paris, New York, New Jersey, Wellesley, MA, Houston, Denver, and here. He loves to travel, much like myself.

After dinner, we went back home for some, uh, dessert. The man made me come 6 times. That's a new record. The gummies made us feel so relaxed. DD gazed into my eyes and kissed me so much I could hardly breathe. We curled up on the bed and cuddled. He wanted me to sleep over and we were so comfy nestled in each other's arms, but it was a school night. That date was the most romantic one I've been on in a long time. Maybe the most romantic date I've ever had. No one has ever taken me on a romantic picnic and a walk hand in hand to these picturesque, beautiful places.

He told me wants to get married again, but for the right reasons. He had a shotgun wedding at his ex's insistence. According to him, he gave her everything she wanted. And he really did - left his hometown, bought the house she wanted, had a baby (she wanted kids, he was done but changed his mind for her), and had the wedding she wanted. Turns out he wanted a big fat Jewish wedding with a woman he loves and not a quickie wedding to make an honest woman out of them. He was honest and visibly heartbroken over the whole thing.

I'm down so bad for this man. Trying not to fantasize about marrying him and smashing the glass at the ceremony. 😂 My life has become very Charlotte coded. Also, he's considering leaving the job for not only $, but for me, to avoid potential conflicts of interest so it wouldn't jeopardize my job, yet we could still be together. Imagining the looks on everyone's faces and the clutching of pearls when we hard launch our relationship and I bring him as my date to the holiday party! 😂 The thought of me saying, "This is my boyfriend, DD. You may know him already." They would lose their shit over the big reveal! 😂

I also found out he talks a big game but the recreational drugs he bought were 5 mg gummies. Microdose stuff. The gummies at the CBD shop are stronger than that! Also, the marriage talk is because of his Jewish upbringing. I didn't know that dating was with the intention of marriage in some circles, which is why he was so quick to explain. Jewish men are not like the men from my spiritual background. They are much more egalitarian, which I love. DD also mentioned how it hurt him to hear how I was treated by my boss behind our shared partition. My boss is not as kind to me as his is to him. He wants to defend me so much but knows that would blow our cover.

He is really keeping deep cover when we leave work to avoid suspicion. It's because if DD looks at me, he goes completely gaga and makes serious heart eyes. Someone would be bound to notice. ☺️ He gets a bit shy around me the morning after our nights together, too. It's cute, really. I managed to sneak him a big smile this morning and he smirked, then put on his "all business" face as he walked past so nobody would notice. I told him I had an amazing time on our date last night and said I would love to see that tree again. He said he wanted to as well - it was very nice! 😉 I'm looking forward to our next picnic. I've got it bad...

[elizabethnightingale4]

Guys I had the fucking weirdest dream and I do not know how to take it.

First things first I’ll start out by saying I write a lot, I write in nature a lot (when it isn’t blistering hot/cold) so it isn’t super surprising that I dreamed about going to an abandoned camping area in a forest to write. That’s not the weird part.

The fucking weird part was the two identical black suv like cars that were just abandoned there. One actually in a camp spot (obv v old b/c the tires were all flat) the other just parked on the side of the road, not as old but still covered in leaves and dust as if it’s been there a few weeks. At first I don’t really acknowledge them, I go sit at the picnic table in a separate camping area. There is a couple that has started a fire the fire pit next to me where the older car is. They leave as I get situated. So i decide hey, having a little fire might be nice. I’ll start my own but let’s see if the couple left any logs when they left. Well when I walk over again the time of yr changes it WAS like summer-ish turning to Fall but when I walk into their area there is like 2 ft of snow on the ground. The older car is covered up to the bottoms of the doors and as I walk over, (unnerved but unsure why), I notice that they’ve left with their fire still burning.

My immediate reaction isn’t “yo wtf forest fire” it’s “oh hey now I don’t have to start my own fire.” the only issue is that this fire is UNDER the layer of snow and I’m not talking like it’s made to be that way I mean it’s literally like the snow fell over top of the fire and it just kept going. I blow on the flame through a little hole in the side to get it bigger but the snow isn’t melting. It’s about at this pt that I start thinking, “shit these cars have been here ages.. I should check if the ppl who own them have been reported missing” because I’m starting to think that ppl might have come here to commit s*icide. The only problem is that every time I try to focus on the license plates it’s like they are covered in a blurred filter.

Here the dream shifts and I’m in this old decrepit house and my anxiety is fucking sky rocketing. Sally Jackson is talking to me in the back of my head like saying some shit I can’t remember all I remember thinking was “thanks sally that’s so fucking helpful”

This room I’m in has 2 doors 1 is a door that locks w/ no problem, the other locks but doesn’t latch so the door doesn’t stay closed. There is a rocking chair tied to the door by a rubber hose or something and I try to wedge the rocking chair up against the door. The only problem is the top doesn’t reach the handle which is obnoxiously high up on this door.

Right next to the door is an open closet that has a chest of drawers in it, so I think okay, I can move this in front of the creepy unlockable door, but as I move it I realize that it’s been set up in front of this fucking HUGE HOLE in the wall so I set it back and I’m like fuck. Because it’s getting dark and I know something bad is going to happen once it’s dark and that’s when I wake up.

I literally wake up thinking I don’t want to dream that dream any more lmfao

But like wtf the snow on the fire and the cars? Wtf is going on in dream land?

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forgotten Ties - Chapter 9 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Nim spent the entire day at school distracted by thoughts of Skye, which was both weird and annoying.

Skye was just so hard to figure out, every time Nim thought he had a handle on him, Skye would throw something new at him, leaving Nim puzzled all over again.

After school, he walked through the front door, planning to sit down and have a long chat with Skye but Joanne stopped him before he could get to their room.

The worried look on her face told him something was wrong.

"Skye's missing," she said.

"Missing?" Nim repeated. "What does that mean?"

"It means we went to check on him when he didn't come for lunch and we couldn't find him. We're not sure how long he's been gone. I looked around the neighbourhood and asked some people but no one's seen him."

"Shit," Nim murmured.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's okay," Joanne said quickly.

"Maybe school was just too much for him. Could you help look for him? I know you can't go around the neighbourhood as a wolf but your sense of smell should still be useful in this form, right?"

"Yeah, maybe," Nim answered. "I've never tried tracking someone before but I'll give it a go."

The whole house carried Skye's scent but as soon as Nim stepped outside, the smell became more difficult to trace.

Even if his sense of smell was decent in this form, he couldn't exactly put his nose to the ground and sniff around without drawing unwanted attention.

He went to the park not because he could track Skye there but because it was the only nearby place they'd ever been together.

It took a few loops around, attempting to discreetly sniff trees in case Skye had climbed them, before Nim discovered a picnic table that definitely held Skye's scent.

He'd eaten tuna there.

At least that chased away any fears of unlikely scenarios in which Skye had been kidnapped from their home but Nim didn't really know where to go from there.

He wandered the neighbourhood, searching and sniffing the air, hoping to find something.

Had Skye decided he'd had enough of them?

Had he just... left?

Surely he'd at least say goodbye.

Surely Nim deserved that much.

But it was Skye, after all and he didn't always do what might be expected of him.

For hours, Nim's search proved fruitless and then, when it got dark, he looped back to the park.

He sat at the picnic table that smelled of Skye while he waited for the last straggling dog walker to leave, then he stripped, hid his clothes under the table and shifted.

In this form, with his nose to the ground, it was much easier to catch traces of Skye's scent.

He soon found the direction Skye had headed in when leaving the park.

For a while, it seemed like Skye had meandered up and down streets just like Nim had been doing for the last few hours but then Nim traced his path down a long road and he finally lifted his head as he caught a hint of Skye's scent in the air.

In front of him stood a construction site for an apartment block.

Nim shifted and jumped the fence.

Once he was on the other side, he sniffed the air and lifted his head to follow the scent.

It was too dark to see much but Skye was definitely here.

Skye's scent was all over the scaffolding but Nim wasn't about to climb that unless he absolutely had to.

He couldn't survive a fall like Skye could.

He headed inside the barebones building and found that the interior stairs had already been built.

He headed up.

A few floors up, scrunched up on the stairs, he found a pair of workers' pants covered in dried paint and put them on.

They weren't long enough for his legs but whoever their original owner had been must have been large in other ways because they fit around his waist.

He continued up the stairs.

Nim had no trouble smelling Skye now.

He was definitely on this floor.

He still smelled of tuna a little bit.

Nim followed the scent until he spotted Skye sitting on an open edge of the building, silhouetted by moonlight, his legs dangling into empty air.

"Skye," Nim said again.

When there was no response, he reached out and gave Skye's shoulder a gentle shake.

"Skye."

Skye startled and his head snapped towards Nim, his eyes locking on Nim's face.

There was an emptiness to them, like that first day they'd met.

Nim squeezed his hand down on Skye's shoulder.

"You still in there? Come on. It's Nim, remember?"

Skye blinked a few times, his brow tensed, and then intelligence rushed back into his eyes.

There was recognition in them when he looked at Nim now.

Skye lifted a hand and pressed it against the side of his head.

"Shit."

Nim's hand was still on Skye's shoulder.

"You okay?"

Skye nodded.

"I'd started to drift away."

"That thing you do where you sleepwalk through life?"

"Hmm," Skye said. "I didn't mean to."

"It happens that fast? Just a few hours alone, and you're gone?"

"Not normally. I've been on my own for days before and I've been fine. But if I'm stressed... yeah, sometimes. I just wanted to be alone and I thought it would be okay. I don't want to leave."

Nim dropped his hand from Skye's shoulder.

"Well, I found you. You're back now. Are you ready to go home?"

"Can we just sit for a little while? Together?"

"Sure."

Skye leant in against Nim and then turned his head to press a soft kiss against Nim's shoulder.

"Thank you for coming to find me."

"Yeah, of course," Nim said as warmth flooded his belly.

Skye had said things that were a little questionable in the past but Nim had never really read any meaning into them.

This, though, this moment, this atmosphere.

This felt like something.

Nim leant down and pressed a kiss against Skye's cheek.

Skye turned and looked at him with his big, green eyes and for a moment Nim thought Skye was about to ask him what he was doing, about to call him weird but then Skye gave a single nod.

"Good."

Skye nodded again as he settled back in against Nim's side.

"As it should be."

"Yeah, well, maybe. The more I have, the more they can take away from me. They already took my mum. I was trying not to get attached to anyone but here we are."

"If you don't let yourself have things in case the humans take them away, haven't you already let them take them from you?"

Nim found himself smiling.

"When did you get so wise?"

"I can be wise. I've been around a long time, you know."

"So you keep saying."

"Because it's true."

"I believe you. And... yeah. Maybe you're right."

"I am sometimes," Skye said, kicking his legs in the empty air.

"I've lost a lot too, you know. My whole life is just losing things. I don't want to lose you but I might. It might not even be anyone's fault. It's just the way that I am. It could have happened tonight."

"Well, if that happens, I'll just have to come and find you again."

"Yeah. You're a wolf. You can find people, so I can't go missing."

"Yeah."

Nim wrapped his arm around Skye and pulled him in closer against his side.

"We'll be all right."

[stufficantputonsideblogs]

Omg aksj I am putting my orange related story in the tags

But tw: guns, and attempted murder I think ???? Not rlly attempted but definitely /IMplied/. But also oranges, and friendship lmao

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