#stranger things x scream au

[fanficsfromyesteryear]

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prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 synopsis: there’s a new monster terrorizing the small town of hawkins, indiana, and it’s not one from an alternate dimension. with halloween quickly approaching and everyone’s nerves already on edge, the last thing anybody wants is a prankster serial killer running amuck, but alas, hawkins’s residents aren’t exactly known for getting what they want, are they? warnings: mentions of death, language, one (1) innuendo if you squint-

         A week later, it was if Billy Hargrove had never existed in the sleepy midwestern town. The most news coverage his death got was a segment warning teens of the rising dangers of drunkenness and drug usage, both of which were blamed for his “unfortunate end,” though were nothing more than easy excuses to avoid investigating the mysterious circumstances of his demise any further, as lazy, small city cops were prone to do when their residents were always so eager to turn a blind eye to anything that went against whatever was in their Holy Book.

         Y/N had nearly forgotten about Billy, too, though Eddie made it easy. A part of her felt guilty for the countless hours spent with him in passing days, but he seemed to be the only person who wasn’t walking on eggshells with her—no matter how much it appeared that Hawkins’s residents had moved on from Billy’s death, Y/N was a living reminder of him, and there was a cautiousness in their approach to her now, like they were trying to talk someone down from a ledge. His name was a taboo subject, and their conscious efforts to avoid it were nearly written across their faces at each interaction.

         Yet, Eddie made it seem so easy. It was largely due to the fact that where others felt sympathy or morbid curiosity regarding Billy’s final moments, Eddie held only mild disinterest. He was of the firm belief that the world wasn’t being deprived of some great man in the absence of Billy Hargrove—there were plenty more just like him, and Eddie could only hope that he and Y/N would be fortunate enough so as to not cross paths with any of them, lest Y/N be swept away and ensnared again.

         It was irrevocably selfish of Eddie to feel that way, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that, either, not after getting a real taste of Y/N’s company, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, hand seeking out his arm to grip onto whenever she threw her head back in laughter at something dumb he’d said, or the way she’d started sitting in the back of their shared math class just to swap notes with him when their teacher wasn’t looking. If he had to choose between that or Billy’s miraculous recovery, he hoped Billy a long, peaceful rest six feet under.

                                                 ────── 〔 ☠ 〕──────

         The shrill ring of a phone cut through the laughter that bounced off the walls of Tina’s kitchen, where she, Carol, and Y/N sat scattered across the dining room chairs and countertop, sipping cold bottles of Coca-Cola fresh from the refrigerator. They’d come in from an after-school shopping trip not long ago, bags tossed carelessly in the entryway in favor of something to drink, and whoever it was calling now seemed to have impeccable timing.

         Tina hopped down from the counter and rounded the corner to where the house phone hung on the wall. “Hello?” she answered. A pause, then her head reappeared, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “It’s for you,” she said, extending the phone to Carol.

         “That’s weird,” said Carol, standing from her seat and crossing the space to join Tina. “How’d they know I was here?”

         All that Tina offered in response was a shrug before practically skipping back into the kitchen to pick up where she and Y/N had left off on the latest gossip.

         Carol held the receiver up to her ear. “Who’s this?” she asked.

         “Ah, Carol,” replied a voice, too warbled to be identifiable. “There you are. I had to send the other girl away. Don’t want to get her mixed up with the skeletons in your closet.”

         Carol scoffed, folding an arm across the striped fabric of her sweater. “What skeletons? Everyone knows I’m not a good person. It’s not like I’m trying to hide it.”

         “But do they know how deep it goes? That you left a girl to die in Steve Harrington’s swimming pool while you fucked your scumbag boyfriend in his parent’s room?”

         “She didn’t die,” Carol said, lowering her voice. “They said she ran away, found her car and everything...”

         “Aw, that’s cute, trusting the police like any upright, law-abiding citizen your town pretends to have so many of. That’s just what they want you to think. I’d thought a rule-breaker like you wouldn’t be so easily persuaded, but who am I kidding? You’re all the same, willing to turn a blind eye to save your own skin.”

         “What do you want?”

         “Wouldn’t it be a shame for you to fall victim to the same fate, gone without a trace with hardly a soul left to mourn your loss? At least she had parents that loved her, but what are you? Hawkins’ third-favorite bed warmer? A real modern-day tragedy...I’m sure Shakespeare would be proud.” A static-filled silence punctuated the caller’s words, then, “Tell me, do you even remember her name? If you can manage that much, I might see about postponing your untimely demise. You’d make an interesting final girl, the slut turned hero—no one would see it coming.”

         Carol bit at the end of her thumbnail, eyes studying the wall opposite her as if she expected the girl’s name to be written somewhere on the plaster. “Beth,” she finally tried.

         A tut of disappointment echoed through the earpiece. “Close, but no cigar. Can’t say I’m surprised, though. It’s just like you to only ever think of yourself. That’s your middle name, right, Carol?”

         “If you don’t tell me who you are, I’ll go to the police,” Carol warned, though the waver in her voice confirmed her fear to her accuser.

         “What would be the fun in that?”

         Before the redhead could get another word in, the dial tone told her that there would be no one there to listen, and she returned the phone to its hook with shaky fingers before returning to her friends.

         Upon her arrival, Tina and Y/N paused their conversation. “Who was that?” Tina asked. “You were gone for a while.”

         Carol glanced back at the clock over the door frame and realized that Tina was right. “Oh,” she started. “Yeah, my mom was just chewing me out for getting detention again.”

         A lie, but that was to be expected from a girl like Carol Perkins, who only cared to cover her tracks should someone try to sniff her out.

                                                ────── 〔 ☠ 〕─────

         “Are you even listening?”

         Nancy’s gaze snapped away from the blur of trees passing by in a grey haze on the other side of the window. “Sorry,” she admitted, brows furrowing, “what were you saying?”

         Steve laughed humorlessly with a shake of his head, soft strands of meticulously cared-for hair swinging with the effort. “You know, for someone who cares so much about school, you seem pretty okay with dismissing this whole essay thing.”

         “Seriously? We’re going to eat dinner with Barb’s parents, and you’re still thinking about that? Can’t you give it a rest for now? I mean, Barb died because of us.”

         “I get that, Nance, I do, but that’s in the past,” Steve argued, one hand on the steering wheel as he gestured with the other. “There’s no way to change it now, but this is my future we’re talking about. If I don’t get into a decent school, I’ll be stuck here for God knows how long, hopping from job to job until I end up behind a desk like my old man.”

         “At least you still have a future.”

         The quiet air that fell over them was tense with unspoken arguments and pointless attempts at comfort, but eventually, Steve cleared his throat, hesitantly reaching across the center console to lace his fingers with Nancy’s. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry. I was being selfish.”

         Nancy smiled weakly. “It’s fine. I’ll help you with your essay after dinner, I promise, just—no more college talk until then, okay?”

         “Okay.”

         That was a little over a week ago, yet the couple seemed to find themselves in a similar situation now. Nancy kept waiting for Steve to call, to be the first to apologize as he always was—whether the fight was over something he’d been the cause of or not, he was the one to break, but this time, the sentiment had escaped him.

         If it wasn’t forgetfulness, though, then maybe, he was truly as mad as he had seemed when the two had talked during Steve’s basketball practice.

         Nancy didn’t consider herself especially prideful, but she didn’t believe an apology was necessary from her end. She’d been excessively drunk that night at Tina’s party—she hardly remembered getting home at all, much less who had taken her there. Of course, she’d assumed her knight in shining armor had been Steve as it usually was. In fact, the realization of him having presumably left her alone there in such a state was more troubling than anything that she may or may not have said to him in the heat of misdirected anger.

         He didn’t actually expect Nancy to feel guilty over something she couldn’t recall, right?

                                               ────── 〔 ☠ 〕─────

         When Y/N finally left Tina’s house, walking home under the last, fading blue of the day, her path illuminated by the glow of orange spotlights cast over the sidewalk by the streetlamps that lined it, she felt the gentle misting of rain beginning to wet the back of her sweater. She hurried her footsteps, plastic bag held over her head with little regard to its contents as she aimed only to get home before the rush of water creeping up behind her could catch up—a truly impossible feat but her goal nonetheless. Y/N should’ve taken Tommy H. up on his offer to drive her home, despite how annoying he and Carol were when they got together.

         Y/N was soaked to the bone when the blur of headlights appeared on the horizon, slowing as a van neared, then pulled to a stop beside her. She would’ve been startled by the prospect had she not immediately recognized the driver.

         “Get in,” said Eddie, voice loud to be heard over the rain pelting the metal roof of his beat-up vehicle.

         “Are you sure?” asked Y/N, trying in vain to blink away the droplets gathered on her eyelashes. “My house is the other way, and I don’t wanna get your seats wet.”

         Eddie laughed. “Yes, I’m sure. If I let you walk home in this, I’d be the monster everyone thinks I am.” He didn’t say anything about Y/N getting his seats wet—an arguably poor choice of words on her part; instead, he let the joke die on the tip of his tongue before he opened his mouth to speak again. “If it makes you feel any better, I forgot something back at school, so I was gonna have to turn around, anyway.”

         At that, Y/N relented, quickly rounding the front of Eddie’s van and sliding through the door, which Eddie pushed open for her from where he sat. “Thanks,” she muttered with a timid smile, wiping uselessly at her cheeks with damp sleeves.

         “Don’t mention it,” Eddie answered. “Who am I to turn away a damsel in distress?”

         A damsel in distress who should’ve known better than to walk alone at night with a serial killer on the loose.

         A damsel in distress whose mother had told her countless times not to get into strange boy’s cars, except Eddie wasn’t a stranger. She knew him.

         Didn’t she?

[valtoon]

cw: blood

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alternate version

[slashergirlnancy]

stancy + Scream AU (The Sequel)

[imactuallyreallycool]

SCREAM BYLER AU (TW BLOOD, DEATH AND KNIVES)

ANOTHER AWESOME ART COLLAB WITH @cloudycleric!!!!!! SCREAM BYLER >>>>>>

SCREAM BYLER AU (TW BLOOD, DEATH AND KNIVES)

[trashmouth-richie]

Series summary: Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what’s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

ch 2: A SCREAM AND A SLICE

ch 3: THE ROCKSTAR AND THE RED LIGHTS

ch 4: FAMILY VALUES

series trigger warnings: blood, character death, murder, smut, p in v, drinking & smoking pot, themes of misuse of prescription pills, character killer, stranger things canon events, light mentions of domestic abuse, neglect, etc.

BUY TICKETS

PROMO FLYER

part 1 summary: a movie night with friends ends with a very scared Nancy and you and your best friend getting high in your room, when the lights flicker across town— you + Eddie brush it off as nothing— because Hawkins Indiana has always been a little strange.

FLICKER

The popcorn bowl in your lap is nearly empty, only brown kernels left to shift noisily as Eddie’s hand scrapes around the bowl in chase of one last piece of the buttery snack.

Your eyes are glued to the screen, breath hitched in your throat as you watch Michael Myers stalk down the street. Even though you’ve seen it a dozen times, it still gets to you. Something about the rubbery, expressionless mask he dons as he chases and slashes through people's skin just rubs you the wrong way. 

“Ohhh fuck!” Eddie gleams, Michael’s knife cutting through Annie’s throat, “did ya see that?!”

“Trying not to,” Nancy muffles, her face buried into the broad shoulder of Steve, small hand clasped around her eyes, Steve’s arms pulling her closer into him.  

Movie nights in the Wheeler basement were a typical Friday for your group of friends. Something that you weren’t sure would continue to happen after you, Eddie and Steve graduated this past May. Being waitlisted for your dream school put your endeavors on hold and neither one of them had any grand plans of leaving Hawkins, especially since Steve and Nancy had rekindled their on-again-off-again relationship. 

Currently they were on again, and dipping into near pornography whenever they thought no one was watching or listening.

“I gotcha,” Steve purred into Nancy’s mouse brown hair, rubbing her back, “c’mon Munson, turn this shit off.”

“No!” You and Eddie both say at once. 

He smirks at you. The same dimpled closed mouth grin he had given you since you were thirteen years old. He clears his throat, “It’s almost over anyway.”

Eddie’s love for movies and music came at a young age. Anything to keep his mind busy while his parent’s fought. Anything to keep the noise of the screen door slapping shut as his mom fled their trailer again, his dad hot on her heels and swinging a fist through the dark night trying to make contact. Anything to drown out the noise and squeal of her tires kicking up rocks and dead grass against the aluminum trailer as she sped away, this time for the last time— without him.

He was your friend before his mom had left and any of that had started, and he had spent more nights sleeping on your couch than he had his own bed. You were comfortable with Eddie in ways that girls shouldn’t be with their best friends who were boys. But you could care less. It was always, and forever would be, platonic between you and Eddie Munson. 

Reaching over the laps of both Eddie and Steve, you tug Nancy’s shirt until she peeks over Steve’s collar. You mouth bathroom? And she nods, getting up and following you, trying not to trip over a very drunk Robin or passed out Johnathan. 

The light in the bathroom does absolutely nothing for Nancy’s complexion, playing on the peaked look of her skin and illuminating dark circles under her eyes that you normally had not seen. She sits on the sink and holds her arms against her chest as you finish up, washing your hands next to her. 

“How can you guys watch that stuff?” She half whispers and sniffs, rubbing a petite hand under her red nose. 

Drying your hands, you shrug, hanging the towel back up on the hook, looking back at your reflection and fixing your smudged eyeliner,  “it’s just a movie Nance,��� you say to her through the mirror, “besides, the possibility of something like that happening in Hawkins, are pretty damn slim.”

She shakes her head of ill thoughts, “yeah, o-‘f course, I just,” a chill runs through her, tickling her spine and making her skin goosebump, “the thought of it is… scary.”

“I think that’s the whole point.”

Opening the door, Steve audibly gasps at the next jump scare, and Eddie claps along hooting and hollering as Michael’s next victim joins the dead. 

“I hate Halloween,”she mutters to herself, hopping down from the sink following you out to your friends. 

-

Nancy spent the remainder of the movie with a lamp on, reading over her English paper for Mrs. Click’s class that was due in a few weeks, huffing in disapproval at either the movie or her paper you weren’t sure. 

Robin wedges her way onto the couch with the four of you, whisper yelling about how stupid the characters are and how none of it makes any sense. 

“You’re ruining it Buckley, shh!” Eddie says, placing a ringed hand over her mouth. And you can’t help but laugh at them both. 

Robin licked the flat of his palm, her signature move, and Eddie squealed in disgust, “fucks sake Robin.” 

“Aww,” Robin says, squeezing his cheeks with her long chip painted fingers, “don’t be jealous Eddie-bear.. you probably won’t know this but that smell is puss— ow!”

Your elbow digs into her ribs, “shh!” you sneer, 

The ending credits roll and Eddie’s on his feet, ejecting the tape and slotting it into the paper protector. “Who’s up for the second one?”

He groans when the entire room yells no. Pouting and shoving the tape into his backpack. “What about you Byers?” he asks, kicking Jonathan’s leg to bring him back to life. 

“Huh?” he asks through a yawn, rubbing his shocking red eyes, “nah man I’m cool, need to get home, mom is working late and Will’s by himself.” 

He tosses the pillow he was using into the arm chair and trudges up the steps, saying see ya laters and thanks as he leaves. 

Eddie shoots you a wink and you stand reaching for the blankets you were cuddling with and fold them neatly onto the couch. 

Robin stumbles up the stairs behind Jonathan, trying to score a ride so she doesn't have to walk the three blocks to her place completely drunk. 

Steve pulls Nancy in his lap. She’s whispering to him with tears brimming her bright blue eyes, but you can’t hear what she’s saying.

“Yeah, c’mon” he whispers against her hairline, holding her up so they can both stand, “still have your toothbrush at mine… hey, we’re going to my place,” he announces to you and Eddie, just turn the lights off and we’ll see you tomorrow for opening day right?”

The Annual Hawkins Halloween Carnival was in town, and after two years of working the county fair in Roane County, you had all been asked to work at the carnival this fall. 

The carnival schedule was the weekend before Halloween to the weekend of Halloween. 

Seven days of thrills and chills. Pumpkin carving, face painting, a corn maze that seemed to go for miles, the best food in the Midwest, and finally the usual carnival rides with a sick twist of Halloween themed frights. 

Orientation was last week Saturday and Sunday a grueling 7am-7pm both days. Mr. Creel went over expectations and rules for you as staff to follow. 

It seemed easy enough. You and Eddie were put on rides just like you had been all summer. Nancy and Argyle were in charge of games, Tina and one of her cheerleader friends were doing the pumpkin carving. 

Steve and Robin would be set up in a small booth sponsored by Scoops Ahoy from morning until 5 pm, later taking over on rides for Eddie while he and Corroded Coffin made their debut on stage at night. 

 Steve was still pissed that they were insistent on him wearing the blue sailor uniform, even though the mall burned down last July— they managed to have Mrs. Sinclair sew the outfit for him.  

Jonathan would help Argyle and Nancy with the nickel and dime games, ones designed to have parents shell out pockets of change to have their kids possibly win a stuffed animal that wasn’t even worth an entire dollar. 

Billy Hargrove— who you were certain fled town after the mall fire, was apparently still in Hawkins and now in charge of the haunted hay ride at night and the corn maze during the day. 

Him and Eddie used to be close during his senior year, but it all fell apart and you weren’t really sure why. When you asked, Eddie would shrug it off, claiming he had changed after graduation, and that was that. 

You were surprised that the staff was minimal even though the festival was bigger and had more events going on than the summer carnival did, but you didn’t want to jinx your chances of working for it next year. Rumor was, Creel paid double for the Halloween event, Eddie called it the chance of a lifetime, and you knew it’d  be stupid to mess it up by asking questions. 

-

“Thanks for letting me stay again,” Eddie mumbles after you toss him the sleeping bag from your closet, “didn’t know he’d be home tonight.” 

After you had drove home from Nancy’s you had barely gotten into your room when your phone rang, it was Eddie and he was at the payphone outside of Benny’s. 

It’s me, can I stay over?

you didn’t think twice, telling Eddie yes and hanging up the phone. 

His dad had been released from county two weeks ago after Eddie finally scraped enough bail money together to get him out. He swore this was the last time he’d do it but you knew better than that.

Eddie was a lot of things but he wouldn’t let his dad rot in some cell. Even though he deserved every single second of being there. 

Al Munson had been in and out of jail since you could remember, petty crimes this and grand theft auto that. He was hardly a stable male figure for Eddie. 

But to the doe eyed boy with brown curly hair— Al hung the moon. 

It nearly killed Wayne Munson to see Eddie stick up for his old man, but he still offered his home to Al whenever he came through town on his next stunt, bleeding Eddie’s pockets dry and taking every emotional spark left in him when he tore out of the driveway, just before the blue and red lights could follow.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrug tossing him one of your pillows, “you know you’re more than welcome here, anytime.” 

Even though your parents hated the idea, you moved into the old apartments across town the week after graduation. Full of naive wonder and wanting some privacy you worked all the hours you could between Meldvald’s and Bradley’s Big Buy, earning just enough to have a couple hundred dollars left to go into savings after rent. 

The faucets leaked, the paint was chipping and probably poisonous, the front door didn’t even lock properly, but you could care less: it was freedom.

Eddie grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it over his head, revealing his tattooed chest and silver bar nipples, wincing when his shirt grazes the new piercing. His curls tickling his shoulders. 

“I know,” he grunts, unclasping his belt and chain from his jeans, tossing them to the floor beside his makeshift bed, “I just worry one day you’ll get sick of pitying the Munson charity case all the time.” 

He scoffs when you throw a pillow at him, “what I’m serious!”

“Knock it off, Bam Bam, you’re my best friend, I’m never getting sick of you.”

“oh Christ, listen—” he began, shaking his head in disgust and holding up a ringed hand to stop you, “this game only goes one way, babe, and that’s me calling you the same name I have since we were six.” 

You roll your eyes, a sudden heat to your cheeks that lately was becoming more and more prevalent each time Eddie used your nickname or an endearing name someone would use for a girlfriend. 

But that was just how Eddie was, he even called Ms. O’Donnell “honey” once to ace a test but all he got was a big fat ‘F’ and a week’s worth of detentions.  

Eddie reaches into his pocket for the plastic film, “besides, you only keep me around because you can smoke for free,” he says, presenting the pre-rolled joints and his trusty zippo. 

“Ooh, and he brings gifts? you shouldn’t have,” you mock in a terrible accent, fanning yourself with your hand as if you were a true southern bell, “it's not even my birthday, mister.” 

Eddie gets into the bit, sitting cross legged on your bed and dumping the contents of the bag onto your comforter, the skin of your knees touching, “well it’s not every day a lonely feller like me comes across a lady lookin’ as fine as you.”

Giggling he licks the end of the paper to seal it tight and you lick your own lips in greedy anticipation. You loved movie nights with all your friends, but there was always something special about being alone with Eddie. 

It was calming, but maybe it was just having him around that made the stress of bills and everything else just fade away. He had that special way about him. 

Holding the joint and lighter up for you his eyes locked with yours, and you swore his cheeks went pink, “ladies first, princess.” 

—-

Across town, Steve was spending the evening with his lips on Nancy’s neck, huffing when she gasps when the bed creaks from his movement. 

“Sorry— I’m still a little freaked out.”

Steve brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, “there’s nothing to worry about honey— I promise, I’ll keep you safe. You know that right?”

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. “I-I know that, I’m— it’s just this time of year that always gives me the creeps.” 

Nancy Wheeler had gained minor popularity when she struck the fancy of the king of Hawkins High. She wasn’t used to it, finding the glory of being Steve’s girlfriend suffocating. 

“Well I’ve got somethin that isn’t creepy,” he coos into the shell of her ear, “in fact, you always seem to like it.”  

“Steve..”

He shushes her with his lips, and like she always did, Nancy found herself giving in to him. 

—

Fingers twirled between the bouncy rings of a telephone cord, Robin waited patiently— well as patiently as she could— for Vickie to pick up. 

Their relationship was secretive, only her closest friends knew of Vickie and Vickie didn’t tell a single soul about the nights spent tangled in the corn powder blue sheets with the pretty freckled faced clarinet player. 

They had a system. Vickie dealt the cards and made the rules, while Robin had a hand of jokers and mismatched suits, only she didn’t—couldn’t— see it for what it was. 

The phone rang and rang, and would continue to ring. Hard to answer the phone when you’re too busy being pressed into the mattress with your feet on your boyfriend's shoulders. 

—

“Yeah mom, I’m home now.” Jonathan answered annoyingly into the phone, “… W—No he’s asleep.. I’m sure he did… yeah, fine..I’ll go check.” 

The phone would have stretched easily into the small bathroom down the hallway of the Byers’ home so he could check that Will had taken his nightly medication, but instead he let the phone slap against the floor in a clankety thud. 

Jonathan Byers had been the man of the house since his dad left in seventh grade. He cooked, he did the laundry, and worked part time wherever he could. His mom was barely able to keep it together since Lonnie had left. And most days, she couldn’t. Somehow the last year she had gotten worse. 

She was rail thin, and never ate a thing. Absent minded. Constantly writing things out and scribbling nonsense onto scraps of paper. Strewn across the living room, the kitchen, any surface available. 

She was always worrying if Will would be okay, but never reciprocating that same kind of love and care to Jonathan. 

Joyce Byers loved her boys equally, but the youngest was given more attention, maybe it was because he was her last baby, or possibly because his father had rarely ever acknowledged his existence. Still, the relationship between mother and son was broken off, string rolling in on itself when it came to Jonathan. 

The pills in the slot marked ‘friday’ were gone, just like Jonathan knew they would be. His brother took his medications religiously, never ever skippinga day, he had it clocked down to the hour,  minute, and second— the same time every single day. 

A routine he had since last year. 

Jonathan looks back at his gaunt expression when he shuts the medicine cabinet, smiling fake and toothy, taking the usual freebie from the hoard of pills his mother was prescribed but never took. 

His lips under the faucet he swallows the white oval pill down. 

Will wasn’t the only one with his own pill routine. 

—

“Eddie, turn the lights off already it’s fuckin 2 am,” 

Without fully waking you throw a pillow down to where he was laying, it wasn’t unusual for him to get high and pass out with the lights still on, but it was annoying beyond belief. 

A muffled groan is heard from beneath the tossed pillow before Eddie wrestled it from his face, “the fuck are you throwing shit at me for?” 

“you left the lights on again.”

Head on a swivel Eddie looks from you, to the ceiling to the switch, “open your eyes Helen Keller, they’re not on.”

the sting of light is still shining bright in your face and when you peel your eyes open you see that he wasn’t lying. Your room was dark, but the street lamp was glowing brighter than usual.  

Your toes curl around the plush fibers of your rug and you pull the cord to open the blinds. Eddie’s weight shifts onto your mattress as a loud yawn escapes his lips, followed by a scratching noise that you’re hoping is his nails against his skull instead of his balls. 

“what the fuck?”

The street lamps up and down your street were buzzing and glowing in an emberred haze. The glow of yellow was straining brighter than could be deemed possible and it was pulsing with an ominous flicker. 

You were tantalized by it’s beauty, like a moth to a flame hypnotized by the menacing doom— you couldn’t look away, and for a split second the welcoming sunshine of the lamp turned blood red, a warning of terror before being blown to bits and shattering to the ground below. 

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie jumps behind your shoulder, “what the hell was that, you saw it right?”

You definitely had, it’s illuminating shadow still glowed bright when you blinked your eyes. You have heard of electric surges, currants going hot when wires were overloaded. But flickering like that then burning red before burning out? It was almost like a fallacy, something Eddie probably would have made up for Hellfire, it simply couldn’t have been true. 

You rubbed at your eyes like a tired child, “told you that second joint smelled funny,” you said sitting on your knees facing him and shoving his shoulder, a look of shock on his face.

He scoffs and shoves your shoulder back, rolling his eyes playfully, “it’s a new strain Rick concocted himself, red…red somethin’…” he lays partly on the bed and stretches his body to the floor fumbling into his jeans pocket in search of the cellophane plastic of the baggy. 

“Ah, here,” he says, shoving the bag into your hand, your thumb rubs over the black sharpie written in boy chicken scratch hand writing.

You read it the same time Eddie says it. 

“Redrum.” 

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[high-ashell-hargrove]

Ghostface!Eddie Munson; 1000k words

Warning: MDNI; non-con, breaking an entering, harassment, predator/pray vibes, p/v.

Brrringg, brrring, brr-

“Hello?”

Y/n stood there for a moment, hair wet and stringy, the carpet under her feet became damp.

“Helloooo?”

She said again a little louder, nothing came. Hanging up the phone she sighed, padding over to her closet she took out her pajamas for bed

Brrring, brrring, brrring

Her head shot over to the phone sitting on her dresser, ignoring it she pulled on her clothes, and threw her towel lazily in her closet.

Pulling out her nightstand drawer she grabbed the latest novel she had started reading, she got situated against her headboard and flipped open her book.

Brrringgg, brrringgg, brrrr-

Crawling out of bed She rushed over to the phone, picking it up again

“Hello? Who is this”

Her heart pounded against her chest, her fingernails dug into the skin of her palm.

“Hello”

The voice on the other end said After a long silent pause

“Who is thi-“

“What’s your name honey”

“What? Who are you-“

“Cmon y/n I’m try to have some fun here”

It wasn’t a voice she recognized, her head whipped around, checking to see if her blinds were open, which they weren’t. She slammed down the phone. Walking back over to her bed she laid there, her chest tight and her ears fuzzy. She stared at the ceiling for who knows how long. Then it started up again

It rang

And rang

And rang

Groaning she popped out of bed, grabbing the chair at her desk she pulled it up next to the phone and waited

Brr-

“Steve is this you? Are you fucking with me? What kind of j-“

“Honey, calm down. Who’s Steve?”

“Who are you? What do you want”

Bile rose in her throat her hand became shaky.

“I wanna play a game, then I’ll leave ya alone”

“Huh? Are you crazy or sumthin?”

“I’ll act like you did just say that”

Y/n thought for a moment, contemplating her options.

“I play you’ll leave me alone?”

“Yes”

Y/n agreed quickly, wanting whatever this was to end fast.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Y/n pinched her eyes shut, her patience slipping by the second

“ Friday the 13th I guess”

“You guess?”

“Fine yes it’s definitely Friday the 13th!”

“What’s the name of Jason’s mother”

Y/n scoffs

“You’ve got to be fuckin kidding right? Like actually fuc-“

“Answer the question!”

The man on the other end yelled

Y/N’s breath was broken up by fear

“Shit…. Uhhh Pam! Pamela”

She corrected herself, running her hands through her hair

The man praised her, moving onto the next question

“Where was Friday the 13th part 3 filmed”

“How am I supposed to know that? You are asking a lot here man”

Y/n is quiet for a while after that

“You clock is ticking y/nnnn”

The voice sang

“I’m fuckin thinking!!!”

His voice starts up again

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Ti

“Jesus New Jersey! Final answer New Jersey”

The man sighed

“That was wrong, it was California. You loose”

The line when dead.

Y/n heart quickened, she put down the phone, getting up she rushed to her closet. Grabbing out her metal bat, she locked her door and curled up on her bed.

The phone rang again

She didn’t pick it up.

Suddenly the lights went out, her fan slowing to a completely stop.

Tears burned in her eyes, her knuckles tightening to an insane grip.

Don’t go look, that’s how you die

She said to herself.

She could hear the creaking of the front door, then the steps, then silence

There was a pounding on her bedroom door, rattling the entire thing almost off the hinges, it got worse and worse

One last kick did it in, the solid wood thwacking the drywall behind it.

A scream rattled out of y/ns throat, lunging at the masked man y/n attempted to hit him with the bat, but in return he catches it and tears it from her grip, falling back she brace yourself for what’s to come next.

He wraps his gloved hand around y/ns neck, pressing her back into the mattress. A strained breath wracking through her throat.

“Please if it’s money you wa-“

The man above her chuckled. Leaning down his face is inches from hers

“Silly girl I don’t want your money, I wanna hear you scream”

He growled, flipping y/n onto her stomach, his hand pressing her head into the sheets, the other tracing down the column of her spine, sending shivers throughout her body.

His hips thrusted into her backside, his fingers intertwined themselves in the hem of her pants pulling the cool fabric down slowly.

“Please don’t-“

Y/n was cut off as the intruder ran his fingers over her exposed cunt, her hips bucked backwards and a whine erupted from her throat

“Dunno pretty girl you seem like your enjoying this”

Leaning down the man lifts his mask, licking a fat strip over her cunt again, making her eyebrows furrow.

His mask was off completely now, the clanking of his belt and jeans hitting the floor rattled through the room, pulling up the black fabric he put it between his teeth, holding it there as he lined himself up with her entrance.

“So fuckin sloppy Jesus Christ”

His words fumbled out, thrusting slowly into her, y/n's face twists, her hole stretching further than she thought it would.

”y know” he grunts out, his thrusts quickening, chasing his release

“I was just gonna fuckin kill you but I might just keep you around for this”

his fist comes up and twists into her hair, pulling her back into his chest, his face burrowing into her neck. His hips stutter, releasing into her.

“Might just be my favorite new plaything.”

[naurimastaur]

A prank to die for

1980s slasher au featuring the Weasley twins//

Summary: With camp’s annual house competition coming to a close, the twins take the fate of their team into their own hands, employing Fred’s nemesis Y/N along the way. Things go awry however, when someone tries to axe their plans. Literally.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

This is a bit of a long one so strap in! Ps. Requests are open

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Squashed between the most frustrating person alive and the wall of the abandoned outhouse toilet, was not the ideal midnight rendezvous anyone would have in mind.

“Why hasn’t George signalled to you yet? It’s been half an hour.” Y/n huffed, her head pressed against the damp wood of the wall in exasperation before she thought better of herself.

“Could’ve ran into a lovely lady on the way,” Fred replied equally agitated. “None of your sort I’d hope, wouldn’t be very enjoyable.”

“You are a freak why am I doing this with you?” She spat, venom dripping from her every word.

“Cant resist the charm, I reckon”

“Then you’re as delusional as you are ginger.”

“And yet you don’t seem to be backing out of the idea. Could it be that you wanted this alone time with me?”

“I think I’d rather be chased by a serial killer.”

“If only a serial killer hated themself enough to waste time running after you.” He smiled to himself, her irritation fuelling his triumph.

She bit her tongue, thinking back to the moment she made herself a professional clown.

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“Y/n!” George called out, jogging to meet her walking pace, Fred tailing him. “We have a proposition for you. A real win-win deal.”

“We? As in him too?” She signalled toward Fred, who’s head was bowed in deep shame like a disobedient dog.

“Yes we,” George elbowed Fred before continuing. “It was his idea actually to include you.” Now that was interesting.

“The house competition ends tomorrow and it seems the trophy is missing.” Fred rubbed his previous attacked arm before continuing. “We know that Tom from your house has it hidden somewhere, and you know exactly where it is.”

“And? Why would I help you betray my own team?.”

“Because we all know Tom is a massive prick who needs humiliating, and he’d deserve it too with everything he said about you.” George looked at her meaningfully.

“At midnight tonight you will help us get it from his cabin, and George will set up the distractions.”

She was horrified at that. “Why cant you do the distracting? If I’m doing this, I’m doing it with George.”

“He can’t do much distracting when he’s the less handsome twin,” George winked. “Besides, I’m the fireworks expert.”

“This is all for the sake of a prank isn’t it? The two of you are ridiculous.”

“Pranking is within our nature,” Fred shrugged. “It would be cruel to suppress it.”

“Are you two used to people listening to the utter shite you speak, or am I the only one with the misfortune?” They both grinned at this.

“Fine. Yes. Okay, I’ll do it.”

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The silence was eating away at her faith. This didn’t feel right, everything was quiet. Too quiet. She couldn’t hear the chirping of the crickets, or the rustling of leaves stuck in the wind’s embrace.

“Fred we should really go and check on him. This isn’t right.”

Fred wasn’t a stranger to the feeling; in fact he felt like that every time he was parted from George. Half of his soul, half of him. It was never right, but he wasn’t ignorant to what she was feeling either.

They took off towards George’s hideout, before Fred came to an abrupt stop.

“What? What’s wrong? What is it?” She questioned with haste, before noticing a flashlight flickering on the forest ground. It was blinking in urgency; on and off and on and off. It was aggressively bright, flooding the area surrounding with artificial light. That was supposed to be George’s signal. Where is he?

“Well that’s creepy as shit,” Fred commented, taking a casual notice of a distant figure lingering just beyond the light’s touch.

George must’ve leaked our plan. He thought to himself. Useless git.

The figure began approaching however, with heavy rushing footsteps. Fred placed a protective arm in front of y/n on instinct, he felt nauseated that his natural instinct was to do anything of the sort. To her.

He stepped ahead, placing himself only a few feet away from the new person. He was close enough now to see them fully.

They had the build of a man with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. There were no eyes on their face, just sunken regions of skin where some might have been, adorned with scarred tissue. Notably there was no mouth either, just a gaping hole were one was supposed to be; A mask.

“Alright mate from one prankster to another, the costume is overkill but I applaud the dedication.”

“Fred…”y/n began to urge. Her eyes beginning to adjust to the thing adjacent. How hadn’t she noticed before?

Fred threw a dismissive wave at her.

“Look, I do honour my pride but we could collaborate on this house prank. Double the effect of the humiliation, bigger win. I’m sure Tom would shit himself at the sight of you.”

“Fred!”

“Cant you see I’m networking here?” Fred scolded, oblivious.

“Fred look at it! I mean actually look!”

Fred saw it now; the skin loose and peeling from the sides of its face, that his brain had originally convinced itself was a mask. This wasn’t a costume and that wasn’t its face. This was a creature that was figuring out what a human face was supposed to look like, but it didn’t have all the materials and it wasn’t finished learning.

He took notice of the silver point peeking from beyond its coat. An axe. A thick crimson red coating it’s blade like a second skin.

“Y/n RUN!”

“No shit!”

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Racing after Fred’s physical and vocal lead, the thought of her imminent death became all too plausible. Their voices were intwined in a harmonious plead for help; to warn, to scare, to do something.

They reached the first cabin, their hearts beating in a rhythmic dance. Her focus on their escape delaying the urge to search her surroundings. Or rather, lack of.

“Fred?”

“Yes?”

“Where is everyone?”

“What do you mean? They’re in their bunks surely. We’ll need to get everyone out immediately.”

“Right, and where are we?”

“The bunks.”

“And who’s here?”

Fred’s head snapped up in disbelief, noticing the empty beds around him. Before logic could grace his one remaining braincell’s lonely existence, he raced outside.

Y/n sank to her knees, reality hitting. The thump of Fred’s urgent knocks at each cabin matching the pounding in her head. Everyone was gone.

She got up, raw determination pumping in her veins like adrenaline. They needed to get to the kitchens. There would be knives there, a heavy bolted door. There they stood a chance.

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“Oh look you weren’t that far off with the serial killer joke earlier, you just forgot to mention the massive bloody axe he’s carrying!” Fred snarled at her, his voice hoarse from the terror clawing at his throat. The earlier fear was well gone now, the two of them already returning back to their usual bickering.

“Why the fuck is he chasing us for?” She whisper yelled at him, accusation laced in her tone, choosing to ignore his previous sarcastic remark.

“How the fuck should I know?” He shouted back, glaring at her in the process.

“I don’t know because you’re… you!” She argued, turning away from him and evaluating the cabin.

“My apologies then, it seems I left my psychic powers at home today!” He spat out, blocking the kitchen door with any object in his path.

“If he doesn’t kill you I’ll do it myself,” she huffed out, just for the sake of getting the last word in the argument.

Fred ran a hand through his shaggy hair in frustration, before taking notice of her still frame. She stood perfectly straight, like a puppet held up by its strings. Her hands clasped in a tight fist, the skin turning red from the tension.

“What?” He interrogated, purely annoyed by her presence but intrigued in her reaction all the same. “What is it?”

“If the campers aren’t here,” She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fear. “Then who’s blood is that?”

He took notice of her face, once illuminated by the silver glow of the moonlight,now was masked by a deep maroon.

He followed her gaze, transfixed on the window in an involuntary daze. The glass was tainted red, blood gathering under it in a thick pool of bubbling heat. If it wasn’t coming from the inside, that could only mean one thing.

“We’re fucked.”

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A/n: I took an educational trip to a bench in the cemetery for inspo for this, just for my IBS to kick in and I had to run fifteen minutes home so I didn’t shit myself in front of the resting souls❤️ I will never try to be aesthetic again lesson learnt.

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[jsfix]

Surprise, Billy

Summary: You and Billy are met with Ghostface.

Warnings: Ghostface!AU, no pronouns and no description of reader, character deaths (not reader), stabbing, blood, slight steve x reader

WC: 720

AN: first stranger things fic ahh and also first scream au! feedback is appreciated pls and thank you <3

“You got nothin’ to worry about,” Billy puffs up his chest, “I’ll protect you.”

“Thanks, Billy.” You gave him a feeble smile. Though your expression was strained, he still gave you a wink before moving to check the latch on your bedroom window.

Recently the town had been plagued by a series of murders. First, Barbara Holland and Nancy Wheeler, then Carol Perkins and her boyfriend Tommy Hagan, and, most recently, Jason Carver. Everybody was panicked, the cops couldn’t get a lead on the serial killer (whom they’d named ‘Ghostface’ due to witnesses reports about the figure’s mask), and your classmates were getting antsy with the assigned curfew.

After overhearing you talking to your friends about your parents leaving town for the weekend, Billy offered to come over to your house tonight to “protect you.” He insisted even after you declined, walking away with an “I’ll be over at 8!” before you could get another word out.

He had taken an interest in you almost immediately after moving to Hawkins and kept trying to get you to go out with him. It’s as if the word ‘no’ didn’t exist in his vocabulary. Now, he was going over all the windows in your living room, making sure they were locked while boasting about how he thought the panic over the serial killer was stupid. You followed him throughout the house, smiling and nodding, hoping he would stop talking, finish quickly, and leave.

A sudden BANG! broke your train of thought.

“What was that?” Billy asked, turning away from the window to look at you, eyes wide.

“I don’t know..” You replied, confusedly. “Sounds like it came from outside.”

He stood still for a moment, listening for any other odd sounds before turning back to the window. You looked at your watch, blocking out his rant about “all the good players on the basketball team ending up dead” when another sound grabbed your attention.

“What the hell.” Billy muttered under his breath as he creeped towards the doorframe that led out to the hallway. “That was not outside.”

“What do you think it is?” You asked him slowly. “Do you think it’s the killer?”

“No,” he scoffed. Still, he hesitated before stepping out into the hallway, head frantically swinging back and forth.

You followed him as he walked slowly through the house, examining each room. Once the kitchen was deemed clear, he turned to you, cocky smirk back on his face.

“Nothing here.” He said smugly. “Guess I scared-”BANG He yelped, spinning around, now face to face with Ghostface. You let out a gasp, watching with wide eyes as Ghostface slashed his knife towards Billy. He managed to dodge the attack, roughly shoving the killer away before turning towards you.

He grabbed your arm, forcefully pulling you through the house to the front door. You stumbled in the darkness of the hallway as you tried to keep up with his speed. Your heart felt as if it was about to burst and your hands were shaking from adrenaline. As the both of you rounded the corner, you could see the glow of the streetlight through the windowpanes of the door. Like moths to a flame you raced toward it, safety a mere ten steps away.

Just as you reached the entry way, the masked figure appeared. Billy flinched back, only to crash into you, your chest hitting his back from his abrupt stop. That moment was all Ghostface needed to swing his knife into Billy’s chest. Billy fell to the floor and Ghostface followed.

You squealed as he brought the knife down again, and again, and again until Billy’s blood was splattered all over you and the walls, and his wailing pleas finally stopped.

Ghostface stood from his kneeled position over the body. He wiped the bloody knife against his sleeve before reaching towards his mask. As the white mask was pulled off of his face, his hood fell and you were met with Steve Harrington’s grinning face.

You burst out a laugh, matching his grin.

“Holy shit!" you giggled, "That was a good one!”

He laughed along with you as he stepped over Billy, taking your bloody face into his gloved hands and giving you a searing kiss.

[manwrre]

bottom billy is very near and dear to my heart but i do need a ficlet where steve has a thing for masked men (that thing involves him wishing that they’d screw him five ways from sunday).

and so, he promptly loses his mind when someone shows up to their campus halloween party dressed as ghostface. i mean, almost drops the lukewarm beer in his hands and gawks at the guy for all of a few seconds.

because of course, they would have the absolute sluttiest take on the costume. he’d have these tight ass leather pants and a shirt that just about clings to every inch of him; stretched taut across the dips and curves of his biceps and the grooves of his chest. and the straps across his upper body would fall right between his pecs and steve would be FOAMING at the mouth.

then, like the cherry on top of a metaphorical cake, the guy pulls his mask back and it’s billy freaking hargrove.

which, steve thinks, is pretty fucked up of the universe to make happen, seeing as he has had the biggest crush on this asshole ever since their first econometrics class together last semester.

so yea, billy’s been the star of a few of steve’s wet dreams but like this, there’s no way he isn’t going back home tonight and jerking it like it’s no one’s business.

or,

maybe not.

because as if sensing eyes on him, billy’s gaze flits over to steve and the blonde gives him this long, sweeping glance from head to toe. and steve knows he looks great in his sailor costume? he’d spent forever looking for the right fit— and then, another half a century fussing over his hair and making himself look painfully kissable.

and hargrove must realize that, if the way his eyes linger on steve’s cherry-tinted lips is appraisal enough.

so yea, maybe there’s a slight possibility of steve getting laid tonight, after all.

[final-girl96]

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prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 synopsis: there’s a new monster terrorizing the small town of hawkins, indiana, and it’s not one from an alternate dimension. with halloween quickly approaching and everyone’s nerves already on edge, the last thing anybody wants is a prankster serial killer running amuck, but alas, hawkins’s residents aren’t exactly known for getting what they want, are they? warnings: major(??) character death, mentions of animal death, violence, language tag list: @maackiimoo​

         “What are you looking at, creep?” Carol snapped, gaze trained on the hunched figure across the hall.

         Jonathan’s gaze slid from Nancy, just beyond Carol, to the accusatory redhead with furrowed brows. He opened his mouth to stutter out an excuse, but Eddie stopped him.

         “Don’t listen to her,” he muttered, barely paying Carol any mind as he scribbled in an open notebook.

         With a nod, Jonathan pulled another textbook from his locker and shoved it into his bag before focusing on Eddie again. “What’re you working on?” he asked, eager to change the subject.

         “Campaign stuff,” Eddie answered with a shrug, but as Jonathan leaned over for a peek, he angled the paper away. “Top secret campaign stuff.”

         Carol scoffed. “You saw what happened to Billy,” she told Tommy H., who flanked her. “No way he killed himself. Everyone was at that party, too, so it could’ve been anybody, but my money’s on one of them.” Her gaze was still trained on where Eddie and Jonathan were now turning to leave, and Carol moved as if to follow them, but Tommy grabbed her arm.

         “You think they’re cold-blooded killers, and you wanna go start something with them?”

         “Well—”

         “Carol!”

         Y/N and Tina pushed their way past Tommy, Y/N throwing her arm around Carol’s shoulders as they neared. “Meeting in the bathroom,” she announced, already beginning to urge the redhead toward the ladies’ restroom.

         Tommy H. started to trail after them, but Tina interjected, palm to his chest as she nudged him back. “Girls only,” she clarified, grinning mockingly before joining the others as they pushed through the bathroom door.

         Carol stood at the mirror, rifling through her bag on the sink for her Chapstick, while Y/N checked beneath the row of stalls in search of any indication that they weren’t alone. At last, she announced, “It’s clear,” to which Tina smiled and produced a cigarette from her pocket, bringing it up to her lips. Y/N passed her a lighter and entered the nearest cubicle, taking up post against one wall and leaving space for Tina to follow suit.

         “You should really be more careful who your friends are,” Carol said, at last breaking the silence that had settled over them, save for the sound of Tina exhaling a cloud of smoke before giving the cigarette to Y/N.

         It had been the elephant in the room for weeks now, that Y/N had taken a liking to Eddie Munson. Carol and Tina didn’t think he was good enough, but they’d bitten their tongues for her sake—it wasn’t their business what Y/N did when they weren’t around to stop her, but Billy’s death had struck fear and an odd sense of determination into Carol, and the mysterious phone call she’d received was the kick to the pants she needed to meddle in what she considered “problems” that weren’t even hers to solve.

         “What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked, peering around the door at Carol’s reflection, the warning glare that Tina sent the redhead going unnoticed. “I’m friends with you—is there something I need to know?”

         “I’m serious, Y/N! You know, I’m surprised you can stand to be around Eddie after what he did to Billy.”

         “Woah! Back up.” Y/N shoved the smoking stick into Tina’s grasp. “Eddie didn’t kill anyone. I was with him, like, all night. Just because someone has different interests than you, doesn’t make them a murderer or give you the right to call them one.”

         “I don’t know,” Carol pressed. “He likes that weird game they’re always talking about in the news. He could be a Satan-worshipper, for all we know—he sure looks like one.”

         Y/N scoffed. “Nancy’s Wheeler’s little brother plays D&D. That doesn’t prove anything.”

         “He’s probably a freakshow, too, then.” Carol heaved a sigh, fingers working to fluff her hair. “Back me up, Tina.”

         Tina had fallen silent for the duration of the exchange and wasn’t looking to get involved now. While she’d agreed with Carol’s points a couple of days ago when they’d first talked about it after Eddie had dropped by her house to pick Y/N up, Carol had no tact. It was one thing to be concerned for a friend but another to point blame and confidently accuse someone of stabbing another classmate to death, and personal biases aside, Tina couldn’t bring herself to do such a thing. As Tina waited for a half-assed excuse for an exit to the conversation—at the very least, a change in topic—to come to mind, she flicked the cigarette into the toilet, foot lifting to press the handle. The water swirling in the bowl reflected her turbulent thoughts, but at Carol’s insistent, “Well?” she started, “I—”

         The door of the stall next to theirs flung open, effectively cutting Tina off before her embarrassment could, and Y/N reached out, grabbing the closure to their own compartment and yanking it closed in the case a teacher had entered their midst.

         “What the hell are you supposed to be?” Carol asked. “You’re a little late—Halloween was last week.”

          Y/N and Tina exchanged a quizzical look, but before they could voice their curiosity, Carol said, “Hey! What are you doing? Get away—” Her angry words fizzled out into a pained screech, though the noise was muffled—by what, the girls didn’t know, and they didn’t dare ask. Instead, they waited with bated breath, hands clasped over their mouths and panic clawing at their throats like a wild beast desperate to break out of its cage as they listened to their companion struggle against her assailant. At last, Carol’s body slumped to the floor with a soft thud, and Y/N and Tina expected to be next, both of them shifting their weight to lean on the door in a poor attempt to keep it bolted shut, but the threat never came.

         Only silence.

         “Are they gone?” Tina whispered, her voice shallow and broken.

         Y/N nodded. “I think so.”

         Timidly, Y/N stepped out of hiding to find that they were alone. Carol laid on the tile, a red puddle oozing out from beneath her limp form. Behind Y/N, Tina’s scream alerted her added presence, but Y/N was hardly able to muster a reaction—all she could do was stare. This wasn’t her first dead body, and at the rate things were going, it probably wouldn’t be her last.

         As Tina ran out into the hallway, calling for help, Y/N ambled along numbly in her wake. Several people rushed past, knocking into her, and she nearly fell if not for the strong hand that reached out to steady her.

         “You okay?” Eddie asked, dark eyes blown wide with concern.

         Y/N shook her head. “Carol—somebody killed her.”

         Eddie’s brow furrowed, and his mouth fell open to speak, but down the hall, Chrissy called Y/N’s name, her words accentuated by frantic footsteps and a bouncing, blonde ponytail. Once she was within reach, Chrissy clutched onto Y/N’s arm, pink fingernails digging into the thick fabric of her sweater’s sleeve. “Let’s get out of here,” Chrissy urged. “This place is giving me the creeps.” Then, sensing she’d interrupted something, she turned to Eddie. “Do you need a ride? I’m sure Jason won’t mind.”

         Jason scoffed as he walked by, clutching Chrissy’s shoulder and tugging her away. “He doesn’t need a ride,” he countered. “I’m sure the Freak can take care of himself.” Jason glanced back to his girlfriend’s prior companion with an impatience in his cold gaze. “Y/N, are you coming?”

         Y/N hesitated, gaze darting between Eddie and the couple. Finally, she said, “I’m sorry. I’ll call you later, okay?” and jogged to catch up with the pair of jocks.

                                           ────── 〔 ☠ 〕─────

         The shrill tone of the telephone went unnoticed by most in the room, save for the woman sat at her desk, flipping mindlessly through a magazine. At the first ring, she exhaled, pushed the book aside, and slid her small notepad over into its place, pen already poised in her grip to jot down a message by the time she answered, “Hawkins, P.D.”

         Florence rose to her feet, shuffling around the corner of the table in front of her, and diligently strode down the dimly lit hallway. She paused at the shut door of the Sheriff’s office, knocking once out of forced politeness, then entered without an invitation.

         Jim Hopper’s muddy boots were propped precariously on the corner of his messy desk, chair leaned back as he licked off the donut glaze that had crusted onto the fingertips of his right hand, his left prying open the blinds for a clearer view of the tree line behind the station. He started at the woman’s sudden arrival but gained composure quickly with a dissatisfied grunt. “What is it, Flo?”

         “Carol Perkins is dead.”

         “Shit,” Hopper muttered, righting his seat. He threw back the rest of this morning’s coffee—cold from lack of attention—and stood, grabbing his coat and hat. “Where is she?”

         “They found her over at the school.”

         Hopper burst out of his office with Florence in tow as she returned to her spot in the office. The man threw on his coat as he strode toward the door, drawing the attention of some of the others as they took in his hurried state.

         “Where ya goin’, Chief?” Powell asked, hand slowly creeping toward his hat as an unspoken question of whether or not he should be accompanying Hopper.

         “The high school,” Jim answered. “A student died.”

         “Jesus,” muttered Officer Callahan. “Another suicide?”

         Hopper paused his movements, fingers stalled on the doorknob. “I’m not so sure it is.”

                                          ────── 〔 ☠ 〕─────

         “I let it happen.”

         The muted strumming of guitar strings halted as Eddie shifted on the floor to get a better view of Y/N. “What?”

         “Carol,” Y/N explained. “I was there. I heard her getting attacked, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.”

         Eddie tilted his head, studying her. Y/N was perched at the edge of his bed, her fingers fiddling anxiously with a loose thread at the hem of her sweater. If she didn’t stop, she’d unravel it, but she didn’t appear to care. A deep furrow had taken up residence between her brows and didn’t show any signs of budging, the corners of her mouth turned downward to match. She stared at the space beside Eddie, one of the only bare sections of his wall, as if afraid to meet his eyes, that the information she’d just revealed to him would somehow negatively alter how he viewed her.

         Setting aside his instrument, Eddie hesitantly scooted over until he was sitting crisscross on the carpet in front of Y/N. “It’s not your fault,” he began. “You know, I can’t think of anyone outside of a comic book that would’ve done anything other than what you had. We’re only human, and there’s nothing wrong with being scared.”

         “That’s all I am, though,” Y/N answered, a tearful crack in her words. “Every day now, I’m scared, and I don’t even know what I’m scared of.” She inhaled sharply. “Maybe Carol was right. We shouldn’t be friends.”

         No matter how much Eddie had braced himself to hear Y/N utter that sentence, it hadn’t done anything to soften the blow. He’d allowed himself to become too comfortable, something he’d always been wary of when it came to letting new people into his life, and she’d stolen his breath with a punch to the stomach when he wasn’t looking. No. Eddie had been punched in the stomach before, and this felt worse.

         “Oh,” he said. “Okay.”

         Y/N gave a helpless shake of her head, strands of hair catching in the dampness that now coated her reddening cheeks as her sadness overcame her. “I think I’m cursed. Everyone close to me keeps dying, and I can’t—I don’t want you to be next.”

         Eddie’s lips twitched. Oh. “Don’t worry about me,” he assured, risking a timid smile. “I’m tough. I mean, you heard Carver today—I can take care of myself.”

         “You shouldn’t have to.”

         “Well, sweetheart,” Eddie said, “that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He reached up, hand finding purchase on the side of Y/N’s face. His thumb brushed away water droplets as they trailed along her skin, urging her to meet his eyes. “If you’ll let me.”

         “I can’t ask you to do that.”

         “I know.”

         He was going to anyway.

         As the sun sank toward the horizon, the shadows cast through Eddie’s thin curtain grew longer, reaching toward the opposite wall of his room and threatening to creep down the short hallway toward the kitchen. The seemingly endless lull in conversation that had settled over the duo was ended only when Eddie pointed out that it was getting dark. “C’mon, I’ll take you home,” he said.

                                         ────── 〔 ☠ 〕─────

         The front door had barely slammed into place when the phone started ringing, its demanding calls bouncing off the walls of the dark, empty house.

         “Jesus Christ,” came an irritated mutter.

         Steve had been with Dustin Henderson for hours of his life that he’d never get back, spent in a vain search for the boy’s supposed cat-eating lizard. He was tired—the teen wanted nothing more than to take a shower, scrub the dirt from his hair and wipe the grime from his face, and crawl into his inviting albeit cold bed.

         “Hello?” Steve asked, pressing the receiver to his cheek.

         “Remember me?”

         “Look, buddy, I don’t have time for your bullshit tonight.” Steve moved the speaker away from his ear, phone angled back toward its cradle, but the voice crackling from the other end was still audible, and what it said stopped him in his tracks.

         “I’ll take that as a yes. It’s a good thing, too, because I haven’t forgotten you. That future deadbeat and the girl were just bumps in the road, but your time will be here soon enough. Better keep that bat handy, Harrington—never know when you might need it. Not that it’ll do you any good, of course. You won’t see me coming, just like poor Barbara in that swimming pool of yours. At least you’ll deserve it.”

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Home Alone

pairing(s): yandere!ghostface! mike wheeler x fem!reader

warnings: stalking(if you squint), and obsession.

I honestly like the ghostface au for stranger things so let me know if you want more, or a part 2 to this.

F/H/M= Favorite Horror Movie

It was a typical evening for you, except that you were home alone. Your parents wouldn’t be gone for long, but seeing as Hawkins was normally a safe town, they were okay with you being by yourself.

Your parents were usually too busy to watch the news so they were oblivious to the fact there was a masked killer in Hawkins.

People around you, or more like, People who’ve either messed with you or flirted with you suddenly went missing the next day.

While you knew it wasn’t a coincidence, You didn’t want to believe that it wasn’t at the same time. And then, last night, El was murdered. Your best friend, and the person who stuck by you.

Everyone in the Party was heartbroken, but her boyfriend was the most. Mike Wheeler. You liked him, he was a friend of yours even before el and Mike became a couple.

However, you had a weird feeling about him at the same time, one you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were eating popcorn while watching a movie, a horror movie for that matter, and then the phone rang.

You assumed that this was your Mom or Dad calling to check in, even though they had checked in an hour ago. “Hello? You say.

“Hello.”

“Who is this?”

“What number is this?”

“Depends, what number are you trying to reach?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh then you’ve got the wrong number, happens all the time don’t worry.”

You hang up quickly, you’ve seen enough horror movies to know how this would end, not that this was a horror movie. but you had a feeling that something was going to happen tonight.

You didn't lock the doors in your house. While it sounds stupid, if the killer was already here, you could quickly exit without your doors being locked.

Hawkins was so safe up until this killer arrived. Now, You weren't sure if Hawkins was safe anymore. El hadn't been the first victim, she was one of many. So You knew then, the killer wasn't working alone.

When the phone rang, You were reluctant. Should you pick up or not? You sigh, picking up. “Hello? You say.

“I’m sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number.”

“Um, okay. Then why did you call again?”

“To apologize.”

“Hey, I said it’s fine. You’re forgiven. Bye.”

“Wait don’t-“

You hang up anyway; and you wondered how angry the caller was now. You didn’t want this to be awkward though in case it was a normal person.

You were continuing your movie when the phone rings again, and much to your annoyance, You pick up. You could’ve seen you were being watched at that very moment but continued on with your life.

“Hello.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Uh, I don’t know, I guess F/H/M.”

“Good one, so you got a boyfriend?”

This was weird, he was so obviously flirting with you. You didn’t feel like lying because either way he’d probably know.

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you want to know so bad? I’m not that cool or important.”

“Maybe you are, and maybe I want to know who I’m looking at.”

Your eyes widen and at that moment you knew your gut feeling had been right. And you swore you recognized the voice somewhere, but where?

“Creep, You mutter when you hang up and this time you check everywhere to see if you someone was watching you.

Or was the killer inside?

You didn’t expect Ghostface to come out from nowhere and you dodge his moves, did he even want to kill you?

You quickly run around the house Trying to get rid of a killer on your trail before he pounced, pinning you on the floor, hitting your head hard.

Your vision grew blurry as he took his mask off and you whimper.”Mike. I fucking knew it.” He smirked.”You’re going to be my Final Girl, Y/N.”

Your vision cut to black before you said anything else.

[alicetallula]

Bylerween Week 2023 - Day 2 : Slashers, Gore & Body Horror - 27.10.2023

For the @bylerween2023

Bylerween Week 2023 - Day 2 : Slashers, Gore & Body Horror - Scream AU - 27.10.2023

I was immediately hit with a Scream AU for this one. And the image of Stu and Billy. (I know it has been done before for Harringrove and Steddie and probably Mungrove, but why not some unhinged Byler~?! ^^)

Done using watercolors, ink pens, alcohol markers, colored pencils, graphite pencils, a metallic ink pen, gel pens and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[icarus-has-falllen]

How bout a scream (ghost face) au with Mike and Will x male reader?

imma about to eat this shit up

im gonna do headcannons because its all i can do right now

Ghostface!byler x male!reader

headcannons

-they would probably be the type to obbsese over you on at a distance

-if they did end up approaching you it would be either very weird or very non threating no inbetween

-if anyone even looked at you wrong they would be dead the next day

-I dont know who would make the calls but i think will would be the one to do the killing or it would be done equally

-if you guys ended up dating and anyone bullied you for being gay they'd be gone

-defintley very protective over you

-would be very manipulative over you if oyu ever tried to leave

-probably wouldn't tell you that they're ghostface but if you found out and werent cool with it they would probably kidnap you but if you were cool with it they probably wouldnt let you join but would let you help clean up and such

a/n hey sorry i hope you liked this i love scream sm

[nburkhardt]

He’s drunk when he posts the video, just hits post and immediately drops his phone on his bed before dropping himself into a dreamless sleep.

TheFallenKing

I’m going under and this time, I’m afraid there’s no one to save me.

🎵 original sound - TheFallenKing

The video is black and white footage from within someone’s car in the rain. No one is in view, the only sound at first is just the rain hitting the windows before music starts flowing in and a heartbreaking voice breaks through. The video itself doesn’t change, only the voice slows and there’s a crack in a haunting way. It ends with the lyrics being sang ‘I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved’

While he’s asleep the video blows up and the sound itself blows up even more, by morning there’s at least 1000 other videos that link back to the original. There’s a total of 300.1k likes and endless comments.

It’s haunting, especially when there’s no other videos under the handle.

~~~~~~

Sooo this is a modern au, I thought of from the song ‘Someone You Loved’ by Lewis Capaldi. It’s set post-break up with no reunion planned (so far, I was thinking full angst with this lol) I have a little bit more written out but I think maybe I’ll post little bits instead of full chapters. Now that I put this on here with the picture, I kinda like this format.

Let me know what you think, if you have suggestions for songs and other things! I actually have a playlist on my Apple Music already for this that I’m willing to add more songs too! Special shout out to @i-less-than-three-you for listening to me talk/ramble a bit about this 💞

[thesauropodpaddock]

Masterlist; Horror

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Note: eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’ these fics, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with these stories or my profile if you are a minor.

Full Fics:

1986

Rating; 18+

There’s a killer in Hawkins, and all evidence points to Eddie Munson.

or

Hawkins is Woodsboro: a teenage girl is terrorized by a masked killer who targets her and her friends by using scary movies as part of a deadly game.

parts

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