#Stranger thigns

[alohastyles-x]

Scream - e.m.

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Scream - e.m.

Pairing: Ghostface! Eddie Munson x AFAB Reader

ummary: Eddie and you get freaky with a ghost face mask ;)

Warnings: 18+ below the cut | Minors DNI | smut, squirting, overstimulation, rough sex, face fucking, light bondage,

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Notes: first off, lets ignore what date Scream came out and pretend it existed in Eddie's timeline, secondly, I hope you enjoy, hehe | this could be seen as a part two to Halloween Traditions - e.m. or as a stand alone ; I may write an actual slasher!ghostface!Eddie horror story if you guys are interested , just let me know!

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“Babe, I have a surprise for you,” Eddie called out from the bathroom. You were sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing but the halloween themed lingerie you had picked out just for tonight. Earlier in the night, the two of you had gone trick-or-treating, watched scary movies, and we’re now getting to the good part of the night: intimate time with your lover. 

“Oh really?” You taunt, grinning widely as you propped yourself on your elbows, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. He hadn’t seen you in your vampiric inspired lingerie, and you were excited for him to see the red and black lace that decorated your skin. “Funny, I have one for you too,” you added. 

The door opened and Eddie appeared shirtless, his black jeans hanging low on his hips. His face was adorned with a black and white mask mimicking the ghost face from your favorite horror movie, Scream. 

“Holy shit…” the two of you said at the same time. You instantly became wet at the mere thought of Eddie pounding you from behind, looking back to see your hands tied and his mask ornamented on his face.  Eddie's pants became tight at the sight of you, beautiful curves and all highlighted by the tight strings and lacey features. 

“You like?” You asked, smiling. You rested your hands on your breasts, squeezing delicately. You could practically hear his mouth watering at the sight. He didn’t say anything, he just slowly walked towards you, reaching for the bondage ropes that hung on the wall next to the bed. 

“Ooh, already in character huh? You’re very goo-” you were cut off by Eddie’s hand clamping down on your mouth to shut you up. You couldn’t help but smile under his hand, a slight giggle escaping your throat. He flipped you over roughly, before getting on his knees on either side of you. 

Eddie grabbed your hands, wrapping the rope tightly around your wrists that were held tightly against your back. The rub dug into your skin just enough to send a euphoric rush through your body and into your bones. You looked behind you, feeling yourself get slick at the sight; your thoughts from before had come to life. Eddie grabbed your thighs, propping your knees up under you. You rested your head on its side, watching as he slightly spread your knees apart more. 

He lifted his mask up and rested it on his head, and you watched as his face disappeared behind you. His tongue instantly found your heat, tracing thick strings of saliva around your cunt. Moans escaped from your mouth at the feeling. 

He slipped a finger in… then one more and you lost control, unable to stop the pornographc sounds escaping your mouth. His rings hit the rim of your entrance, the cold metal mixed with the warmth of his breath sent shock waves through your body. 

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop,” you breathed out, gripping the sheets as you felt your orgasm coming quickly. You were right there, right on the edge… and suddenly the sensation was gone. Cold air hits your wet cunt, leaving you feeling empty and swollen all the same. You whimpered, turning back to look at Eddie who had placed the ghostface mask back on. 

“Eddie… please?” You continued on whimpering, begging for him to fill you again, to aid you in finishing. 

“Shhhh.” It came out muffled behind the mask, only enticing you even more. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it. The sound of metal fumbling against metal filled the air, his rings catching the low light of the bedroom, sparkling. You closed your eyes, reveling in the moment you were in, tied before your lover. 

He flipped you over to your back, careful that your hands weren’t in an uncomfortable position under you, before moving to straddle your chest. He was now naked, save for the mask, and was playing with his cock. You opened your mouth, showing him how ready you were for him. He was smiling, but you couldn’t tell. The sight of you being so submissive under him to the point he no longer had to command you made him even harder- if that was possible. 

He shoved his cock into your mouth, one of his hands moving to the back of your head to help support you. He thrusted deep and slow into your mouth, the sounds of you gagging against him making him dizzy. He let your head fall back on the pillow, and moved himself so he could thrust easier into your mouth. 

The idea of you letting him use your holes how he wanted, thrusting hard and choking on him was enough to make the both of you feral. Tears pricked your eyes and fell down your cheeks at the lack of air you were receiving. Coupled with the choking sounds made Eddie want to absolutely lose control, taking full advantage of you being tied and unable to stop him… 

… but he pulled out, not wanting to destroy you like that…yet. He let his wet dick trace against your chin, your neck, and then down to your breasts, before moving back down your body. He flipped you over so you were on your stomach again, and helped you prop your knees up again.

Suddenly, without warning, you were filled again, the size of him stretching you out. A low and animal-like grunt came from Eddie as he felt you clench around him. The feeling was almost too much for him, but he plowed into you, each stroke hitting the special spot that created the pornographic screams that were filling the air again.  He couldn’t see much out of the eyes of the mask, but what he could see made him go feral. The hazy sight of you before him, tied and ready for him to use as he pleased and how he pleased was so hot to him. He had to constantly keep himself in check, careful not to go too hard or too fast. He wanted you swollen and aching, not broken and seriously hurt. 

“Fucking A, Eddie,” you managed to scream out, once again gripping the bed sheets. You dug your face into the pillow, allowing yourself to scream as he rammed into you from behind, his balls hitting your clit with such force it was bringing you to your edge once again. 

“I’m… gonna… cum,” you grunted out, turning to look back behind you. Big mistake. You came right then and there, all over him. 

Eddie didn’t care; he continued pumping into you. He was surprised he didn’t finish with you, the feeling of your slick cunt was euphoric. But since he didn’t, he continued, ignoring your cries to stop. He knew if you really wanted it to end, you’d use your safeword. 

The animal-like grunts returned as he gripped your hips tighter, using them to steady himself as he thrusted into you. Sweat began to form on his chest, the sight of Eddie wet with sweat from his work done on you was bringing you to your edge again, and fast. Before you knew what was happening, your slick filled not just his cock inside of you, but sprayed all over his abdomen, adding to the glossiness of his sweat. Horror filled you as you just realized what you did for the very first time… 

… you had just squirted all over Eddie. 

“Fuck, y/n, that was hot,” Eddie grunted out, finally speaking. The reassurance made you feel instantly better, and you began taking control of your hips, rubbing against him. 

“Yeah?” You egged him on for more praise, but he went back to silence, as he rolled his head back. The feeling of you moving on his dick making him literally drool behind the mask; if only you could see. 

He felt his orgasm coming quickly, and allowed it to happen, filling you up deeply with his seed. The feeling almost made you cum again, but your body was too exhausted from the merciless pounding you just received to even try. 

Eddie pulled himself out, the sudden rush of cold air making you involuntarily whimper again, and laid down on the bed next to you. You rolled to your side, cuddling up next to him, your hands still tied. 

“You gonna untie me, slasher boy?” You asked, nodding to the mask. 

“Oh you think we’re done?” He said, a smirk evident in his tone. You looked up at him, waiting for the ‘just kidding’ to fall from his lips. 

He responded by flipping you over once more, this time so your back was against him, your hands laying flat against the top of his pubic line. 

“We’re just getting started.” 

| 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 |

[morganski-19]

*through text* Eddie: BABY WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eddie: I FORGOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING Eddie: YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP Eddie: I KNOW IT'S 3 AM Eddie: BUT IT'S SOO IMPORTANT Eddie: SWEETHEART, CUTIE, BABY Eddie: WAKE UP RIGHT NOW Eddie: IT SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT Steve: WHAT!!!! OMG WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT U NEED TO TELL ME AT 2:56AM ON A TUESDAY?!?!?!?!? Eddie: I love you :) Steve: I hate you

[withacapitalp]

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[cwstau]

Robin picked at a thread on her jeans, shaking her head. “Like, we’ve been feeling emotions all our life, Eddie. And it fuckin’ sucks sometimes, but we’ve been doin’ it since we were breathing. Steve–he stopped feeling anything but anger and hate and bitterness at thirteen. Imagine having eight years of emotions come crashing in all at once. Like, it has to be terrifying.

One time I hugged him and he started crying, then started screaming.  I really thought he was going to lose his mind–it freaked me out. That happened a lot, the strong emotion, then a meltdown.” Robin shook her head, “I asked him what happened and he said he was just feeling too much. Like, just crying was enough to shatter him.”

“You know, you could have just ditched him. You didn’t owe him shit.” Eddie regretted the words the minute they left his mouth, wincing at how they sounded.

Freeze used her closest hand to pinch him, giving him a look, ignoring the hiss and ‘ow’. “Gonna ignore you said that, cause I know you didn’t mean it. And I don’t owe him. But it’s who I am. I don’t ditch."

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Amazing commissioned art from @trashpocket depicting the flashback Brain Freeze/Robin is talking about in Chapter 5 of Conventional Weapons . Getting to add visuals to this story has been such a joy and I'm so lucky I've been able to work with such amazing artists.

[thefreakymunson]

Anywhere But Here, Chapter 7

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It was still too early to tell anything, but the slight possibility that you were pregnant was enough to scare the living shit out of you. You had let every single wall you had built so high up completely crumble whenever it came to Eddie. You let him in in every single way you swore not to. You weren’t ready for a child, you weren’t ready to become a mother in any sense of the word.

“Y/N?” Sam, your best friends voice, came from behind you as she walked into your RV.

You were thankful the record label made well on offering you a separate bus. It was smaller than the tour bus but you didn’t need a lot of space seeing as it was on you and Sam at this moment.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to talk about this or just sit there with that look on your face?”

“She’s still on the bus with him,” you said, picking at the thread on the couch, “She was supposed to leave last night and I seen her get on the bus with him.”

“Y/N,” Sam sighed, “Please...please don’t fucking let this get to you. Eddie is an asshole and we’ve discovered it early enough for you to not get to hurt over it, yeah?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, whispering a meek, “Yeah.”

Sam sighed softly and sat beside of you as you looked up at her, tears brimmed with unshed tears that threatened to fall. You bowed your head to hide the shame and whispered, “Except he’s not an asshole. The guy I knew wasn’t an asshole, at least. It’s like – FUCK!” you scoffed, anger running through your veins, “Why him? Ya know? I’ve been on tours with guys most girls would drop to their fucking knees for in a heartbeat.”

“Does he know?” Sam asked, watching as you stood up and paced back and forth in the small cramped area, “That you think your…”

“No,” you shook your head, “And I don’t think it. I fear it. I am not ready for a baby and neither is that manipulative motherfucker. I feel sorry for the kid that does exist.” A scoff left your lips and you immediately felt bad for saying that. You didn’t know what Eddie was like as a father. You didn’t know anything about him apparently.

You heard the air breaks let out and you looked out the window to see you were stopping at a shopping center. Another day off and you were thankful for it. You and Sam could get out and have fun, let your mind get off the topics of what might be brewing.

You were going to have fun, dammit.

Your RV parked next to the tour bus and you and Sam walked off, arms linked, to the nearest restaurant which unfortunately was a KFC, but beggars couldn’t be choosy and you were starving. You were in line, laughing and picking with Sam, when the door opened and the guys walked in, sans Stacy which was a shock seeing as she hadn’t left his side since arriving at the hotel.

You had to manage the stuff that went down on the tour. You didn’t have to be friends with them – with him especially.

They all had plenty of times to tell you that he was taken and yet, they sided with their friend. Understandable but not moral.

So you turned your back to them when you realized Eddie was the first to file into the line, putting him right behind you until Sam snatched you forward and stood in between the two of you, giving Eddie one hateful stare, before the two of you returned to your conversation.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he shoved something white in your pocket book that was hanging off your shoulder. It looked like wadded up paper and he did it so nonchalantly that you almost missed it.

“For later,” he said, eyes locking on yours for a split second. You could faintly see his lip was still busted from the previous night and felt a pang of guilt in the pit of your stomach. You weren’t a violent person – hell, you’d never even been in a fight, and yet you backhanded him like he was some irrelevant man who meant nothing to you. You were no better than he was.

You nodded slightly and then turned to step up to the counter to place your order.

You and Sam were sitting outside at the tables to the left of the restaurant when you seen Stacy stumbling off of the tour bus. Her hair was messy, her clothes halfway put on, and you were sure that she had just rolled out of bed.

“Is that her?” Sam laughed a little too loud as you followed her gaze.

“Yeah,” you snorted, “Neat looking thing, isn’t she?”

“You got the thing part right,” Sam snorted, “He can sure pick a trashy girl, can’t he?”

“Yeah, well, that’s the look, right?”

“Yeah, for Pam Anderson. Not Stacy.” Sam laughed, “Jesus…fuck a pregnancy test, you might need to get tested for other things-”

“SAM!” You whined, playfully punching her arm, “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam held her hands up defensively, “You’re the one that slept with him.”

Your eyes cut to her and she nodded, “Yeah. That was a low blow. I’m sorry.”

“I slept with him before I knew he had that thing before me.” You sighed softly, “Sam...do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Never let me get that hard up for a man,” you said, watching as Stacy fixed her smeared lipstick in a cars side mirror and fluffed her hair up, “She’s going into a goddamned KFC and is trying to look like a beauty queen.”

Stacy walked into the restaurant and was back outside in a few seconds, Eddie escorting her out by her arm. You and Sam shared a quick glance and then both looked back at them.

“I told you to stay on the bus, Stacy.” Eddie shook his head, “You’re too fucked up to be in public like this.”

“Eddie, I’m just getting something to eat.” She frowned.

“No, you’re not. I said we’d bring you something back.” Eddie pointed to the bus and shook his head, “Go back to bed.”

You could tell by his body language he wasn’t exactly enjoying her company. When she threw her arms around his neck and leaned into him, causing him to stumble back a few steps, that’s when you realized what was happening. He held his hands up and tried to shimmy her off of him, but in her inebriated state, there was no denying that she was missing the cues. She was saying something into his ear as he tried to get her to stand straight back up.

People walking in and out of the restaurant were looking at them suspiciously and you knew if there were any cops called, you’d be the one answering to the record company. Against your better judgment, and Sam’s hand holding you back, you stood up and walked over to them with your hands in your pockets.

“What’s going on?” You asked them both.

“She’s just a little bit drunk still,” Eddie sighed, “She missed her flight this morning.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to do something with her.” You shrugged, “Label won’t pay for groupies to travel along with the bands.”

“Groupie?” She shot up from his chest and turned around to look at you, instantly laughing as she realized who you were, “Oh...you’re the one fucking my husband, but I’m the groupie? Yeah, okay.”

“Well, I didn’t know he was even married because he didn’t tell me a goddamned thing about you,” you shrugged, “So I mean...you weren’t included on the travel list and that means you have to go. You have to be off the bus by tonight or I’ll have you removed.”

“You can’t fucking remove me from anything,” Stacy laughed loudly, “I’d like to see you try, though.”

“I can and I will.” You looked between her and Eddie, “So try me.”

“We’ll find her a way out of here tonight,” Eddie sighed, “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about someone who wasn’t worth mentioning to me in the first place, Eddie.” You shrugged your shoulders, “I guess I’m worried a little bit about you, but her?...nah.”

“You don’t have to worry about my husband,” Stacy grinned as she drunkenly walked closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I took real good care of him last night in the back lounge.”

You went to shrug her hand off but it was smacked away from you and you turned to look at Sam standing behind you defiantly.

“Stacy, that’s enough.” Eddie eyed the two of you and then tried to pull her back away from you, “Just shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Sam warned her, “She might not fuck you up, but I will, cunt.”

“I’m standing right here.” Stacy laughed, staggering a bit as she threw her hands in the arm, “Come get me, slut.”

“Fuck you,” Sam spat at her.

“Sam, let’s go. They’re not worth it.” You tried to pull her away from the two of them but moving Sam when she was determined was no easy feat.

“Stacy, enough.” Eddie said sternly, “You’re just fucking lying anyway.”

“You shut the fuck up,” Stacy whirled around to glare at Eddie. You watched as she shoved him backwards roughly. His cheeks seemed to flush red. Embarrassment. He was embarrassed of her. That was certain and for good reason, too. She was making a scene.

“Just get on the bus and go back to bed,” Eddie sighed.

“Fuck you, Eddie. You know this is all your fault anyway. If I had never met you, I’d have been better off. You’re fucking trash, Eddie Munson, trailer fucking trash and that’s all you’ll ever be.” Stacy glared at him as she hit his chest, “You fucked up your own life and you’re trying to take me down with you. What? You think just cause you got out of the trailer park that everything’s going to change? Maddie hates you. Your daughter fucking hates your guts. The kid that neither of us wanted, remember her? She’s two and she hates you, too. Wayne, Dustin, all of them...they fucking hate you. They told me they were glad you left, that you’re just a talentless piece of shit trying to make it big in a world that will chew you up and spit you out because you’re spineless. You’re a fucking spineless, piece of shit coward. I am the only good thing that ever existed in your life and wanted a divorce from me? You wanted to fucking leave me, you stup-”

“That’s enough!” You shouted, jerking her back by her hair, ripping her off of Eddie who was doing absolutely nothing to stick up for himself.

The guys were rushing out of the restaurant and just as they got close enough to step in, Stacy turned around and slapped you so hard it nearly rattled your brain. You couldn’t remember what happened next, all you remember is there was blood and blonde extensions ripped out all over the parking lot. They tried to get you two separated but by the time you were finished with her, Stacy’s face was beat red with blood and your hand prints.

Sam finally got you away from her, along with the help of the guys, and forced you to go back down to the table you were sitting at. Your hands were shaking and you were sure you looked like a mess, but with the way she was talking to Eddie, you didn’t feel bad about it at all. Why did you stick up for him anyway?

You sat and watched as the police cars flew into the parking lot and you were sure you were getting ready to be arrested, but to your surprise, it was Stacy that ended up leaving in handcuffs.

Gareth and Jeff made their way over to you, sitting down at the table on either side of you. You weren’t sure what either of them wanted, or what they were up to, but as you cleaned the small amount of blood off of your face, you didn’t care.

“Thank you for that,” Gareth spoke first. Your face must’ve been shocked by the way he laughed slightly, “We wanted to talk to you last night but Eddie wanted to handle it himself...but Stacy...Stacy has been a thorn in our side for years now.”

“He has a restraining order against her,” Jeff nodded, “But he didn’t want to cause a scene with police at the hotel.”

“They arrested her for breaking the order,” Gareth sighed, following your gaze over to where Eddie was standing, talking to a police officer. He looked embarrassed and disheveled and you felt awful for him, but deep down...you were still angry.

“She’s a fuckin’ wacko.” Sam sighed.

“She’s not a good person, Y/N. That’s why I tried to stop her at the hotel.” Gareth sighed, “Listen...I don’t know exactly what all has gone on between you and Eddie. I don’t know why he didn’t tell you himself what was going on. I don’t know. That’s not my business, really...but he’s soft hearted...he always has been.”

“Don’t try to talk her into talking to him again,” Sam said as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the two men beside of you, “She’ll do it when she’s good and ready, understood?”

“We do – we do,” Gareth nodded, “We’re not here to try and right the wrongs. I just know Eddie very well and I know he’s embarrassed by all of this.”

“It could’ve been avoided if he just told me, Gareth.” You frowned, “I would’ve...fuck, I don’t know what I would’ve done, but I would’ve expected an angry wife either way.”

Gareth nodded and looked back at Eddie who was lighting a cigarette, “He’s a good guy, Y/N. Just...maybe don’t hate him for the rest of the tour, okay? The bus feels weird without you there anyway.”

You and Sam shared a look as you watched the two of the men walk back over and comfort their friend, a silent hand on the back of Eddie’s shoulder as he bent forward with his hands on his knees. You had a lot of questions and the only one that could answer them was Eddie himself.

You were thankful that the record label got you another hotel for the night. It was rare they provided two in a row, but as luck has it, they were being accommodating. You passed the room keys out to the guys, giving Eddie once quick glance over. He wasn’t his normal chipper self at all.

“I don’t care what you guys get into, just be back here by 4 PM tomorrow. That’s when we roll out, yeah?” Your eyes roved over all of them as they nodded in silent agreement.

“I’m in room 507 if you need anything,” You said, watching as the guys walked down into the hallway, Eddie leading the pack with a small bag tossed over his shoulder.

“I’m a little worried about him,” you said as you looked up at Sam, the two of you trailing behind as you followed them to the elevators, “He’s being quiet.”

“He just got embarrassed in front of everyone,” Sam frowned, “Maybe you should try and talk to him? Since she’s gone now...maybe you can get it all out?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, “Still a bit uneasy feeling around him.”

“You will be until you talk to him.” Sam said, watching as the elevator door shut and then turned to you, “And he’s fuckin’ hot, Y/N. I get it…but men like him don’t exist back home, ya know? He’s got some issues, sure, but...you’re not a saint, either.”

Placing your things in the room, you remembered to check your pocketbook while Sam was in the bathroom, taking a shower. You sat down on the bed searched through your pocket book until you found it. It was a folded up scrap piece of paper that had what looked like scratched out song lyrics on one side. You turned it over and seen in his scribbled handwriting words that broke your heart:

Y/N, Please get rid of her. I’ve tried for two years now and nothing works. I don’t want to involve the police and make a scene. I have a domestic abuse restraining order against her pending our divorce. I know you hate me. Please just get rid of her. I won’t ask for anything else from you. Thank you, Eds.

And with a little bit of pep talk in your shared hotel room, and the promise of not taking too long so you two could still go out for drinks, you found yourself standing at Eddie’s hotel door. You could hear the television playing in the room as you knocked softly.

“Eds, it’s me….I don’t want to argue anymore. I just want to talk, yeah?” You said through the door, resting your head against the cool door frame.

It took him a second to open the door, but when he did, you felt your heart break in your chest. He had been crying, evident by his puffy red eyes and red nose. He opened the door wide enough to let you step inside and the closed it behind you.

“You need something?” He asked softly.

“I want to talk,” you said softly, “Are you okay to talk?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I guess so. I’m-”

“Are you sober?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I haven’t done anything since last night. Promise.”

You followed him out onto the patio as he lit a cigarette and leaned over the banister, watching him from your spot on on the small chair that was situated in the corner. His hands were trembling and you weren’t sure if it was from withdrawals or the emotions of the day. You weren’t sure of anything anymore when it came to him.

“How long have you been using?” You frowned, “Have you been high this entire time?”

“No,” he shook his head adamantly, “I just wanted to let loose a little, ya know? I kicked the addiction when she got pregnant with Madison but I just wanted to have a fun night.”

“Madison is a pretty name,” you said softly as you looked over at him, watching as he took a long shaky drag, “How old is she?”

“She’s uh...she’s two.” He said and you could see him swallow the lump in his throat, “She lives with my uncle Wayne right now.”

“Wayne who raised you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Good ole Wayne Munson.”

“When did you get married?”

“Fresh out of high school,” he snorted, “Two junkies thinking we could make it in this fucking world. She’s the one that got me hooked on the shit in the first place. I just...i thought I could get away from it all, you know? We got signed and I thought everything would change.”

“Eddie-”

“I am a coward,” he said, wiping his nose on his shoulder, “She’s exactly right. I’m a coward and I fuckin’ run from all of my problems.”

His cigarette burned orange out on the dark patio. You watched as he took a long drag and sat down, then leaned back against the wall behind him, pulling his knees to his chest.

“I have a kid who doesn’t even know me,” He sniffed roughly, “She’s beautiful, too. God, she’s gorgeous and she’s so full of life and I...I know nothing about her. I know Wayne’s got her. He’ll raise her good, ya know? He’s a good dad...he was the best option for me too when I was younger.”

“Why didn’t you want her – Maddie? Why didn’t you want Maddie?” Your voice was soft.

“Because I was scared,” he said, shakily exhaling the smoke, “I didn’t know how to be a dad. I read something that we all end up like our fathers. And if I would have stayed with Stacy, Y/N, I’d be on death row just like he is cause I would’ve fuckin’ killed her. It’s always been like that with her. She fucks everything up for me. I didn’t want Maddie to grow up like I did. She didn’t deserve to see the shit that I did and I panicked and left her there at Wayne’s, just like my dad did to my mom and me more than once.”

“Eddie-”

“I know I’m not like him. I never hit Stacy – even when she was beating me, I never hit her back. But I’m just no better than him when it comes to being a dad.” He laughed sarcastically, “And you. I fucking hurt you.”

“You did hurt me,” you nodded, “But that’s nothing to beat yourself up over anymore. I can see why you wanted to ignore her existence...but Eds, you could’ve told me that you were separated at least. I opened up to you and told you things that I’ve never told another soul...I thought we knew each other, but it turns out that I know nothing about you at all, really. I don’t know what I can trust anymore.”

“I didn’t lie about anything else,” he said, finally getting the balls to turn and look you straight in the eye, “I just didn’t expect you to...mean so much to me, you know? Like I – I never expected to come out on tour and fall in love with you.”

“Neither of us did.”

“I thought flirting was as far as I’d get and then...we kissed and nothing had ever felt that right to me before. No one ever felt that good against me,” he snorted, “No one has ever felt like you have, Y/N.”

“I can’t say that I forgive you,” you said softly, “Not right away. I’m sorry that I freaked out and didn’t listen to you….and I’m sorry that she treated you like that. I’m not sorry that I beat her ass, though.”

He laughed softly as he leaned his head back against the wall and stared up at the night sky, “She deserved that.”

“Jeff and Gareth said you had a restraining order against her,” you said as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Do you really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I do. It’s what started the separation. Maddie was just a baby and she slapped her out of my arms when I was trying to feed her. The baby wouldn’t quit crying after that and I didn’t know what to do, so I took her to the hospital. The workers there gave me the resources I needed, ya know?...took Maddie, dumped her at Wayne’s...and I fucking ran from all three of them.”

“Have you seen her since then? Maddie?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I visit...and I pay Wayne as much as I can...I just think their lives would be better if I wasn’t in it. Wayne’ll do right by her. I know he will. He stuck with me through thick and thin and my thin got real thin several times...but if I’m not around them, then I can’t hurt them anymore.”

You found yourself moving closer to sit on the patio next to him, hearing his sniffles come back and you knew he was on the brink of tears again. You bit back your own tears as you watched his shoulders shake with silent sobs as he leaned forward, burying his face in his lap. He was silent for a few minutes as you gently stroked his back, fingers moving over smooth bare skin in an attempt to calm him down.

“Y/N,” he said as he looked back at you, “I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. I just...I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”

And you knew, deep down, he was. The way his face looked when he said the words resonated deeply inside of you and you reached out, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him against you as you. He tensed at first, arms stilling himself, and he realized who you were and where he was, and he melted against you.

“Can we start over?” He mumbled against your chest, “Please?”

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can i be an interviewer for the ST cast? no like really, please? i have so many questions i swear- so many new and ripe questions that have yet to be plucked from the fruitifull question tree like i swear i wont ask the same low-hanging fruit, already rotting and boring questions that have been asked 12987398473 different times like i swear i have new ones i have so many new unasked pristine never before questions that are actually interesting and i promis i could engage the cast if you were to just give me a chance- *gunshots*

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Can you believe Maneskin wrote a song about Will Byers??

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thank you so much for requesting @bradshawssugarbaby this is quite literally not at all what you asked for I'm so sorry 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Warnings: teasing, "denying orgasm", a twinge of a little "Mr. Harrington" kink if you squint | my blog is 18+

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“Steve.”

You were aware the way it came out sounded a lot like the word “More” instead of the attempt to remind him you should be working. 

He hummed from the crook of your neck, lips molded around your pulse point while a hand tilted you open gently and the other ran up and down the inside of your thigh. 

The same thigh that was draped over his lap, skirt pushed up it a little indecently for the activities you were supposed to be doing. There were notebooks and pens left open and blank on the coffee table. The snacks and a stack of VHS tapes next to them, a promise of a movie night to him as a reward, but all your brain could do was remind you to be relieved you put on the new Calvin's you got. 

Your fingers clutched at the collar of his navy polo, pads slipping lower and toying with the little button as he pestered more kisses down your neck. 

“We…oh,” you sighed when his tongue traced your collarbone and his fingers squeezed your inner thigh.

“We?” Steve murmured over the column of your throat, nose skating higher on your jaw as his thumb soothed circles over the back of your neck. 

“We should be studying. The test is tomorrow.”

Shut up! College isn't important, what's important is what this boy is doing with his mouth!

“I am studying,” Steve spoke directly into your ear, low and raspy. 

A shiver danced down your spine and right back up when the ghost of his smile against your skin lingered. 

“Oh really?” You huffed, hand limply gesturing to the coffee table as the boy finally removed himself from your neck to meet your gaze, tips of your noses almost touching.

His eyes were bright with that sort of look that told you he was up to something and you were probably gonna really like it. 

A cocky sort of smirk twisted up the corner of his lips, the one that lifted the two little freckles on his cheek and made the laugh lines around his eyes crease. 

Fuck, should be illegal to look this cute.

“Mhm,” he nodded around the hum, nose tapping yours. 

This time, you gestured a little more confidently, down towards your lap draped ungracefully over his. 

“Please explain to me how this is studying, Harrington.”

Steve smiled, delighted you asked, falling directly into his trap. 

It happened quickly, and with a loud ‘Oof' from you as he pulled you over his lap further, now straddling it. 

“Let's start with math, yeah?” He grinned at you, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows confidently. 

You held your breath as his hands squeezed your hips and roamed slowly up your body. His eyes tracked their movements, and you couldn't deny he was definitely focused. A look of determination in his eyes you'd never once seen directed towards a textbook.

“If Steve kisses his girlfriend once…” he whispered before leaning in and doing just that. Lips slotted against yours in one lingering press before they pulled away. His eyes remained on your mouth in a pout now, hands squeezing at your ribs when you leaned in for more. 

His lips quirked up before he gave you one more, just as chaste and just as frustratingly cut off as he added, “And he gives her another one. How many kisses is that?”

“Three.”

Steve laughed, your scrunched up nose knocking his as you attempted to get your third one. He turned so your lips hit his cheek as he made a buzzer noise.

“Wrong. It's two, baby.”

Your fingers curled into the back of his hair, a huff hitting his jaw as you adjusted yourself on his lap lower. When wet cotton hit his denim covered bulge, you made a soft noise. 

Steve's lips parted at the sound, his hands tracing your curves till they were back to your hips and he could watch the way you try to fight against his hold. 

“How about some Science?” He asked, feigning nonchalance. 

Steve slowly grinded your hips down against him, helping you roll them so the zipper on his Levi's could hit your clit in a way that had you gasping and clutching at his shoulders.

His voice comes out strained, but still amused, “Hypothesis: If we keep doing this, you'll come before I even get inside you.”

The sentence made you groan, forehead tapping his in defeat as he kept your hips rolling in a perfect rhythm. 

“Steve” it really did come out like “More” that time. 

“You're right,” he lets his smile when you groaned as he stopped you from moving. “Science is boring.”

His hands guided you down, back pressed to the couch so the silk of your skirt could glide higher up your thighs while he lowered his head between them. 

His lips skimmed the inside of your thigh, brushing against it as he spoke, “Spelling more your subject?”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his nose into the damp cotton between your legs. His groan vibrated against you before he was moving over your clit in an odd shape. 

Too focused on the feeling of finally getting some more friction against the throbbing nerves, you almost missed it when he asked, “What's that letter, honey?”

You gulped, hands tugging in his hair as he tutted softly, “Missed it? I'll do it again. Pay attention. There's a test later.”

He made the same movement, and your eyelids flutter as you gasped out, “M?”

He hummed his approval and pushed your thighs wider when they tried to close as he licked one long stripe up you. He waits until he hears your quiet whimper of the letter ‘I’. 

Your hand clutched his shoulder, back arching off of the couch as a finger hooked your soaked underwear to the side. A barely there touch, the tip of his tongue, traced another letter. It started on the outside, skimming up skin, dragging through your slick diagonally, before it dragged up the other side.

“N.”

You practically moaned it, tugging on his shoulders, aching him to keep going, to get closer.

“So good baby,” he praised you, watching the way you fluttered around nothing. Then his thumb pushed into your clit and made long and hard brushes over it in the shape of the last letter.

Your stomach tightened, something in your chest ached as you said ‘E’, and Steve asked with a murmur against your thigh. 

“What's that spell?”

“Mine,” you whimpered the word, fingers digging into his shoulders and desperate for more. 

Steve kissed your clit, the nod of his head bumping his nose against it as he praised you again. 

“Good job, you're gonna ace that test.”

And then he was sitting up, facing the coffee table and uncapping a pen. 

You watched, your mouth dropped open in shock and annoyance as he ignored you. Your elbows propped you up as you asked, “Are you serious right now?”

Steve smirked, looking down at the page of his notebook and seeing not a goddamn thing as he shrugged.

“I'm always serious about studying, honey.”

You waited, sure he'd look up at you, break before you did, but when his pen scratched across the page your fingers curled into the couch cushion, until you realized you'd studied Steve just as much. 

Lifting yourself back up to sitting slowly, you let the tips of your nails scratch up his thigh. As you leaned in to his profile, you let your nose bump his cheek as your fingers did the same to where he was painfully straining against his zipper. 

You pouted, lips against his jaw.

“Are you going to give the test Mr. Harrington?”

Steve's pen twitched, missing the line on the paper as he swallowed, the ball not in his court anymore. 

Your name came out of his lips in a whimper as you squeezed him through the denim.

It sounded an awful lot like the word “More”. 

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going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿 FIND THE REST OF MY FIC RECS HERE -> IN THE TAGS EVERY MONTH

♥️ honey, baby, love you, be home soon – @atinylittlepain ( oh dear god, this is going to be the sweetest, softest shit i stg, dad!steve harrington and the best oc to ever exist on the planet – i cannot wait • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, tbd )

♥️ girl boy masterlist +18 – @atinylittlepain ( masterlist for the above series ft. steve harrington and andy – a series of fics about a boy falling hard for a girl • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, smut )

♥️ i guess it’s never really over +18 – @loveshotzz ( a broken down car, a party at reefer rick’s, and a bandaid that needs to be ripped off • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, exes to lovers )

♥️ his hands +18 – @loveshotzz ( thinking about Steve flirting with you at a party by comparing hand sizes • steve harrington x reader )

♥️ orange juice +18 – @sattlersquarry ( yes, i’m rec’ing this one again because fhdjkalfhsjka it’s so fucking perfect – steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you. he struggles to move on...but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you • steve harrington x reader, TWs, hurt / comfort )

♥️ freaks come out at night masterlist +18 – @superblysubpar ( an AU with stories exploring the messy relationship your boyfriend, eddie munson, and you invite steve harrington to be a part of • boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington )

♥️ shit, i don’t think i hate you anymore – @lovebugism ( your new years kiss ends up being the loudmouth, metalhead, wild-haired boy you can’t stand • enemies to lovers, grumpy!reader, eddie munson x reader )

♥️ maybe this year +18 – @supernovafics ( in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group • bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader )

♥️ your first kiss – @bruisedboys ( celebration request for ‘was that your first kiss’ with steve harrington and god this is just jfkda;fhjksa • steve harrington x f!reader )

♥️ like it’s love series +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him • steve harrington x f!reader, soulmate au )

♥️ physical touch valentine’s event +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( love languages with steve and while the sex is good, it’s everything afterwards that makes you so soft for him • steve harrington x reader, fluff, smut )

♥️ that dark blue polo – @stevebabey ( finding steve so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it • steve harrington x shy!reader )

♥️ let’s go home – @xspeter ( the softest little blurb of all time omg, crying, just you asking stevie to go home after you survived the upside down • steve harrington x reader )

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Psycho Killer - b.h.

Summary: You were dating the school hottie, but his possessive tendencies go a little too far...

Pairing: slasher!billy x reader ft Steve. Harrington

Wordcount: 6.8k

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of blood and gore, (Does not glorify Billy Hargrove), may cause anxiety idk - read at your own risk!

Notes: To kick off spooky szn- and my House or Horror Stories Event, I present to you: Slasher Billy Hargrove in Psycho Killer!! I'm super proud of this fic, it's my baby so treat her well

House of Horror Sdtories Masterlist

The brisk autumn air rustled through the trees, stray leaves making their way to the ground. Halloween decorations littered the yards in the neighborhood you were walking through to get to school. Cobwebs- both real and fake- dusted the bushes, cars, and anything else that gave off a spooky effect. Leaves were entangled in the white lacy fabric of the faux cobwebs, adding to the vibe. 

It was your favorite time of year. The air was just chilled enough to wear a variation of styles of outfits, all that your boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, thirsted over when you wore. On days when you were feeling particularly scandalous, you wore a pair of tights with a slight rip in the crotch- discreet enough to not be noticed, but wide enough to give him easy access. He absolutely hated you for it; in a good way of course. 

The thing about Billy is that he’s a maniac, especially when it comes to you. There was a dark side to Billy you never questioned, even though you probably should have. If anyone messed with you, the next day they showed up with a broken nose, a black eye, and an apology. It was his signature move: No one fucked with you, and no one fucked with Billy Hargrove. 

After the first couple of guys showed up to school bloodied up, no one dared mess with you. Boys were blubbering fools around you, making sure they didn’t say anything that would offend or upset you. School got a lot easier for you too, as your bullies dropped one by one. Your grades went up, and you climbed the social ladder next to Billy. You couldn’t be more grateful. 

“There she is, speak of the devil,” Billy shouted once he saw you step onto the school grounds. A smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him. 

“I was just talking about you,” he mumbled against your lips, as he leaned down and gave you a kiss. 

“Oh yeah? My ears were ringing,” you responded. When you pulled back from his lips, Billy pulled you right back into his side- where you belonged. His friends continued their jovial conversation, and Billy snaked an arm around your waist, under your coat,  hooking a finger in the band of your skirt. 

Something red to your right caught your attention, and you let your eyes focus on what you saw: Steve Harrington with a bloodied nose and a bruised eye. Robin was next to him, shooting daggers in your direction. 

“Billy? Did you do that to Steve?” You asked, concerned. Steve was your lab partner in biology, he was nothing but sweet to you. You couldn’t imagine how he would end up in this situation. 

“Who? Oh, Harrington. I don’t remember,” he snickered, which was an obvious yes. You whipped back around to face Billy. 

“What? Why, what did he do?” 

“I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you,” Billy just shrugged, as if that was the most natural reasoning in the world. 

“Billy!” You scoffed, upset that he did something so stupid over something so trivial. 

“What?” Billy asked, pissed you were questioning him. He got that look in his eye that screamed ‘don’t push him’. He cocked his head, waiting to see if you were going to behave. You decided to let it go, figuring it was just a one time thing. 

Oh, if only hindsight was 20/20. 

Later that day, you walked into your bio class and saw Steve sitting at your lab table. His head was down, a ball cap perched on his head. Some hair fell over his blackened eye. The blood from earlier no longer adorned his nose, but it was still bright red. It was clear he got into an altercation. 

“Well don’t you look particularly goth today,” you commented, noticing his all black attire that you somehow missed earlier. Steve didn’t respond. Usually, the two of you were able to goof off of one another, bantering back and forth. 

Today was different. 

“Hello? Did you hear me?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Steve!” 

“Y/N, I think it’s best we don’t talk to each other anymore, okay?” Steve responded, finally. It was just a whisper, but you could have heard it from across the room.

“What? Why?”  

But you got no response. You sighed loudly and opened your binder, ready to start class. It was then, a scrap of paper slid your way. You looked over to Steve, who was still looking down at his thumbs. As you opened the tiny piece of paper though, you instantly recognized it as his handwriting. 

‘Sorry. Billy made me do it.’ 

You grabbed your pencil off the table and wrote back. 

‘Made you do what?” You squeezed onto the space of paper he ripped off. You slid it back to him, and waited inpatiently for him to respond. Your leg shook violently under the table. Finally, after what felt like ages, the little slip of paper landed in front of you again. 

‘Unfriend you’ 

You simply shook your head. You knew he wasn’t going to go against Billy- not after what he did to his face. You may be hot, but you weren’t worth being pummeled every day over- you had to agree with that. You tore the note up, and shoved the remnants in your pocket. 

After class ended, you gathered your things and met Billy out in the hallway. He always waited for you after class. You weren’t sure how he managed to get there so fast, but you never questioned it. 

“Hey Harrington, what happened to your face?” Billy asked, filling the hallway with his own laughter as Steve just shook his head and continued down the hallway. 

“My god, Billy, what is wrong with you?” You asked, shocked he was acting like this. It was one thing when a guy touched you without your permission, or made a nasty comment- but Steve? Steve was innocent. You were sure of it.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, why do you keep defending him? I told you, I don’t like how he looks at you. Just trust me. I know skeevy guys better than you.” 

“Oh yeah? Then why did I always have to bring those skeevy guys to your attention?” You retorted, pushing Billy off of you. You were causing a scene, but you didn’t care. 

“Oh, don’t you walk away from me!” Billy hollered. You raised your middle finger up in the air as you continued to walk away. The hallway filled with ‘oooh’s’ as onlookers reveled in your very public argument. The day was finally over, so you made your way out to the parking lot. 

Robbin and Steve were still in the hallway, watching your disagreement go down. Robin rolled her eyes and slammed her locker shut. 

“It’s just not fair, Steve, why do dickheads like that get to rule the school, and people like us just, just get lost in the background of society, completely abandoned and forgotten? I mean has a single person asked what happened to you today? Or even point out your injuries?” Robin rambled. 

“Actually, yeah. Y/n did.”

“Ugh, don’t even say her name, I can’t hear it right now.” Robin continued ranting about the atrocities of society and the patriarchy, but Steve tuned her out. There was only one thing on his mind: you. 

Steve knew why he sustained the injuries on his face. Billy had overheard him discussing his crush with Robin and the second your name slipped, Billy had a hold on Steve’s hair, yanking him back. 

“What did you just say, Harrington?” He had asked, gripping his hair harder. 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, come on man, I didn’t say anything bad,” Steve mumbled, his hands moving defensively to guard his head. 

“Hey, man, get off!” Robin shouted, attempting to push Billy away. This just pissed him off even more, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to Robin since she was a girl. So he turned back to the one he could rough up. 

Robin gave Steve an apologetic look as Billy laid him a good one, right in the middle of his face. It knocked Steve flat on his back, but Billy was quick to stand over him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. 

“I don’t ever want to hear her name fall from your mouth again, Harrington. Understood?” Billy snarled. 

“We… we have classes together, man, what do you want me to do?” Steve stuttered. Billy didn’t like him talking back. He raised his fist and landed another blow to Steve’s face- this time, right in his eye. Steve groaned, his vision going blurry. 

“Don’t talk to her then, that clear enough for you?” Billy spat, quite literally, in Steve’s face, before releasing him. His back hit the ground with a thud, before Robin was right by his side helping him sit back up. The last thing he saw was Billy’s leather jacket and jeans walking away before he passed out from the blows. 

Steve was going to have a hard time keeping that promise to Billy. You had no idea he’s had a crush on you all year. You were all he talked about with his friends; quite frankly, they were tired of hearing about you. But he couldn’t stop. He was mesmerized by you, the way you move, the way your voice reminded him of smooth honey. The way you smelled intoxicated him, filling up with the scent of jasmine and vanilla. If he could bottle it up, he would. He had you mostly figured out. You were pristine- at least in public- never letting Billy get too handsy with you. You liked things neat, orderly, your books all had to stack on the edge of the desk. If you wore jeans, you always wore your boots, but if you wore your skirts, then you always wore some keds. It was like a ritual. He could always count on it too. 

The only thing he couldn’t figure out about you, was why you went after him. The idiot asshole of the school. You could have had anyone you wanted, and you chose him. Steve wouldn’t have been so upset if you chose, literally, anyone else. But you chose his competition in everything. And he couldn’t pass it off as you being dumb, or naieve- he saw the grades you got, and he saw the looks you gave Billy; you knew exactly what you were doing. 

You were just having your fun, and he had to get over it. 

“Steve… Steve!” Robin was waving a hand in front of his face. The two of them had reached Steve’s car, and he was just stood in front of it. 

“Oh, right, sorry,” Steve responded, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Just as he was about to unlock the car though, a scream from across the courtyard caught his attention. It sounded just like you. 

It was you. 

But he quickly saw Billy’s hands around your waist, and you with a giant smile on your face. It was nothing but youthful bliss. Apparently, the two of you had made up; hot and cold you were. 

That night, you found yourself home alone. Your parents had gone out for their anniversary, and left a note saying they were going to be late. Deciding to have a movie night, you made some popcorn on the stove, and poured yourself a glass of soda. There weren't many movies in your home, besides an elite collection of horror movies you had stolen from Family Video over the last year that Steve had started working there. 

Sometimes you went in just to hang out, watch him as he weaved in between the shelves, either talking to Robin or attempting- horribly- to flirt with the ladies that came in. He never seemed to notice you though as you slinked behind him. 

You selected April Fools Day, and popped it into the tape player. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn and your soda, you went over to the couch and sat down. You draped a blanket over your legs and settled in. You were about to hit play, when the curt, loud ring of the phone cut through the silence. 

For a minute, it sent chills down your spine, but you got up and headed over to the receiver. 

“Hello?” You said, cautiously. You glanced at the clock. 11 p.m. Who would be calling this late?

“Hey, baby, I like what you’re wearing.” The sentence made you stop dead in your tracks, your heart sinking instantly. 

“W-what?” You stuttered into the phone. There was heaving breathing on the other end that got louder, and louder, until… 

“Boo!” Billy’s hands found your waist, making you scream and drop the phone. 

“Oh my god! Billy! What the fuck!” You screeched, as tears began to form. You hated that you were on the verge of crying, but he scared the absolute shit out of you. 

“You should really keep your doors locked, babe. It’s not safe, you didn’t even hear me come in!” Billy’s tone changed in the quick of an instant. He was like this, calm and goofy one second, and insufferable the next.

“I- I thought I locked the door behind me?” You questioned, vividly remembering turning around and locking it when you got home.

“The basement door was unlocked.” 

Chills went down your spine again. Why was Billy wandering around your house, and why did he even try the basement door? You were about to ask him these things, but his mouth was quickly on yours, making you instantly melt and forget any possible question you had formed.  

The night took a turn for the best, as Billy made you remember just why you liked him. His body was absolutely delicious, making all the negatives seem worth it to you- especially to know his body was all yours. It was like your treat for putting up with what you did. Billy knew this too, he always made sure to oil up his body before, if he wasn’t already sweaty, to give his skin that glistening look you loved so much. 

After you had finished, and the two of you were cuddled on the couch, you decided to bring up Steve again. 

“Billy, I really don’t like what you did to Steve. We’re just friends, and he’s harmless.” 

“Shh, none of that right now baby,” he whispered, focusing his attention back to the movie. 

“No, I’m serious,” you sat up, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. This made Billy groan. 

“Y/n, I’m not discussing this right now, be a good girl and listen.”

“But-”

“No! No but’s! God, we were having such a great night, why do you always have to turn it into something. I don’t like Steve. He’s a twit for brains and he’s got some nerve thinking he can act however he wants around you,” Billy started. He was yelling now, getting up from his position on the couch. He grabbed your cheeks in between his thumbs, pursing your lips forward. You whimpered at the pain. 

“You are mine, y/n, mine. And if I ever see you talking to that idiot, he’s dead. You understand?” 

You nodded your head slowly, and he released your cheeks. 

“Good girl.”

A week later you were sitting next to Steve in Bio. He was quiet today, something you deemed your new ‘normal’. The two of you had settled into a nice routine, however, of briefly nodding at each other when you sat down, and quickly looking around to make sure none of Billy’s spies had snuck in to see. Then, you’d settle your head into your palm, while Steve rested on his arm on the desk, and waited for the instruction to start. 

“Alright, I have a new lab assignment for you guys, this one will span the course of the next couple of days, so you will have to work on it outside of class,” the teacher said, causing a chorus of groans to echo through the room. 

“I know, I know, but I was nice enough this time to let you guys work on it with the lab partners at your table.” 

Panic began to run through you, and you were stunned in your seat. Oh no, this wasn’t good. What were you going to do? You couldn't ask to switch partners without having to explain why… and you could not think of a decent explanation off the top of your head. You definitely couldn’t tell him the truth, that your boyfriend threatened to kill your lab partner if you spoke to him…. 

“So, I guess we’re lab partners,” Steve said timidly as he glanced around the room. He was nervous too. 

“I guess so,” you gave a nervous laugh. “I guess we can meet at my place after school, my parents won’t be home so it’ll be easy to get today’s part done and over with?” You suggested. The truth was, you didn’t want Billy to somehow follow and find out where Steve lived- even though it was a small town and all Billy had to do was ask a passerby and easily find out where the Harrington’s lived. 

“That works, I can meet you there after school, to save you the, uh, trouble. Just write down your address,” Steve tore a tiny slip of paper and slid it your way. You quickly jotted it down and slid it back. It was like the two of you just exchanged a price for a very expensive, very illegal item. 

“Good deal.” Steve said, quickly sliding the note into his jeans. 

You gave him a small smile, and a quick nod, before focusing back on the teacher. You couldn’t stop your leg from violently shaking underneath the table though. Steve noticed; of course he noticed. He wanted so desperately to reach out and still your leg, keeping his hand on your knee until you felt safe and secure. It was killing him that he had to sit and watch you stress. 

Finally, to his relief, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. You shot up from your seat, leaving immediately to meet Billy in the hall with a smile.  Billy caught Steve’s eye from the door and gave him his signature smirk, before wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder and walking you out of the building. 

“What do you say we go get some shakes, baby?” Billy asked, catching you off guard. Something was up, he never asked you to hang out immediately after school. You immediately looked behind you, looking to see if Steve was anywhere close by; he wasn’t. 

“I would, but I have this huge lab project for science I have to complete,” you answered, hoping Billy would bite the bait and let it go. 

“Just one shake, come onnnn,” he pleaded. “If you’re gonna be busy with homework the next couple of days, then I want to see you before you disappear into your little study cave.” 

You contemplated his answer for a second, before nodding your head. He gave you yet another ‘good girl’, patted your head,  and opened the passenger door of his camaro for you. You slid in, and as you did so, you made eye contact with Steve across the lot. He got the message: you were going to be a bit. 

When Billy dropped you back off at your house, you breathed a sigh of relief. That relief only flourished as you saw him round the corner out of your neighborhood. Not long after, Steve could be seen walking up the hill. It was obvious he parked a couple of streets over; smart. You never thought of that. 

“Alright, you ready?” Steve asked once he reached the end of your driveway. Feeling guilty, you sheepishly nodded and led him inside. You were unsure why you felt guilty, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were literally just working on an assignment.

But a part of you knew Billy’s threat wasn’t just a bluff. He was never one to be all talk and no bite. If Billy said someone would be dead, then someone would be bloodied and pummeled on the ground, barely breathing before he decked one final blow. 

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” You asked, trying to shake off the thoughts of a bloody Steve. 

“Just water, for now,” Steve responded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. You poured him a glass of water, and a glass for yourself and sat down next to him. 

The two of you began working on the lab assignment, but soon got distracted by asking questions with absolutely no academic relation. It started when you asked him how his nose healed. 

“It healed alright, just tender,” he responded, pinching the bridge of his nose. Your face softened as you watched him wince when his fingers pinched a little too hard. Getting up from your seat, you went to the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas, then grabbed a towel. 

“Here, this will help the tenderness,” you handed him the frozen bag wrapped in the floral kitchen towel. 

“Thanks,” he took it, and gingerly placed it on his nose. The sight made your heart sink. This was all your fault, even though you weren’t entirely sure what happened between them. You knew Billy wouldn’t tell you, but maybe…

“What happened? What made him do this to you?” It came out rushed and flustered, which just made Steve chuckle, instantly thinking of Robin. 

“I honestly don’t know. One minute, I was sitting there talking to Robin, I may have name dropped you, but not for anything negative, and the next thing I know my head is being yanked back by my hair.” 

“Oh, god, Steve… I’m so sorry,” you responded, tears forming in your eyes.

“Oh hey, hey, hey, it’s not your fault, shhh,” Steve comforted, setting the bag of peas down and bringing his other hand up to your cheek. He rested his other arm against the back of your chair.   

“It is!” You sobbed. 

“Shhh, no, it’s not y/n. It’s his and his insecure, uncontrollable rage, I’m fine, see!” He pulled a goofy smile, only wincing slightly when his nose scrunched. It made you chuckle. 

“I promise, y/n, it’s okay. I’m okay,” he whispered. 

You stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized by them. You hadn’t ever noticed their color before now. They weren’t just brown, they were darkly golden, the color of chestnuts with little hazy streaks in them. They were beautifully captive, pulling you in slowly. You wanted those eyes to watch you come completely undone. To see what the thoughts made you do to yourself alone in your bed at night; it wasn’t Billy you thought of.  

“y/n…” you hadn’t even realized you were slowly leaning in, until Steve softly grabbed your chin to stop you. Oh god, what were you doing! 

“I-I’m so sorry,” you whispered, but you didn’t pull away. Neither did he. The two of you just stared at each other, both of you wishing so desperately you could lean in and give into the temptation. 

Suddenly, a thump from down stairs pulled you from your sinful thoughts and made your blood run ice cold. You remembered Billy sneaking in the other night through your basement door. Fuck. It was probably him, trying to prove a point again.

“Go, fuck, you have to hide!” You whispered, grabbing Steve by the jacket and pulling him up. 

“What?” He clearly hadn’t heard the same thump you did, but you knew in your gut that Billy was here. 

“He’s here!” You continued shoving him down the hall and into the guest bedroom. “Hide somewhere in here, and be quiet, please, for the love of god, don’t make a sound.” 

He heard the panic in your voice, which only raised the panic in him. Clumsily, he managed to slide himself under the bed. 

Back in the kitchen, you were quickly shoving Steve’s things in his bag, and frantically trying to find a place to hide it. You haphazardly shoved it on the side of the couch Billy never really goes, and ran back into the kitchen. 

You had just settled back into your seat when you realized the bag of peas were still out on the counter. You heard the basement door creak open. Fuck, it was too late to try and move them. Taking a deep breath, you posed yourself over your homework, as if  you had been studying this whole time. Maybe he won’t see it.

“Y/n? I thought your parents weren’t supposed to be him?” He asked, looking around cautiously.

“They’re not,” you responded, very confused. 

“I thought I heard voices…” he trailed off, still glancing around.  

“What are you even doing sneaking in here” you asked, taking a big gulp. He could sense the vibes were off. 

“What? I can’t come see my girlfriend?” He asked, suddenly very serious.

“What?” You responded, trying to calm your nerves to sound normal, but this bait and switch left you utterly confused. It wasn’t enough for Billy though, he could sense your anxiety like an animal tracking its prey. Because that's what Billy was: an Animal. It was clear to you now, in the way he moved towards you, slow and meticulous, as if he was backing you into a corner. 

“So, no one’s here?” He circled back to the original question. 

“No, Billy, it’s just me.”

“So, who are the frozen peas for?” He asked condescendingly, as he pointed to the bag in front of you. Shit. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, little girl,” he sneered when you took too long to answer. 

“I was t-thawing them.” Crap. Your voice betrayed you.He smirked, getting a thrill from seeing you twitch uncomfortably in front of him. 

“You’re up to something… someones here.”He was now in front of you, his finger pointing in your face. You gulped. He knew. 

“Let's find out who it is,” he boasted dramatically, pushing off your chair and twirling around to face the living room. You hesitated in your seat, thinking he’s just playing one of his sick games, the ones that leave you crying and sobbing and him cradling you, soothing you to sleep. He was sick and twisted, this wasn’t new to you, and you weren’t sure why you continued to be with him. 

He moved his way around the living room, looking around. He stopped suddenly as he looked to his left. Fuck, fuck fuck. He found it. He leaned down and grabbed the object he was looking at. 

“Whose is this huh?” He asked, holding the black bag up to the light. You stayed silent, not a single word coming to your mouth to say. Work, brain work, you scolded yourself. 

Billy moved slowly towards you again, holding the bag away from him as if it was infected. He wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly whose it was: the same person who drove the BMW parked down the street. When you continued to stay silent, your leg shaking violently against the chair leg, he felt his rage surge. 

“I said, whose bag is it?” He yelled, chucking the bag at you. It hit your face, leaving a red mark where the metal zippers had hit. Tears sprung in your eyes at the sharp, quick pain of the metal snapping against your cheek.  

“See, I already know whose bag it is. I just need you to say it. You never listen, y/n. Now, I have to do something I really don’t want to do.” 

“Billy, no!” You screamed as he stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the butcher's block. It glittered in the kitchen light, the stainless steel reflecting rays across the kitchen. 

“You left me no choice. I gave you one, simple little rule, and you had to go and break it. I won’t go easy on him… but I promise to go easy on you.” He twisted the knife on the pad of his pointer finger, drawing a few drops of blood. When enough blood had formed, he walked over to you and ran his finger down your cheek. The sight of his blood mixing with your tears enticed him, and he couldn’t help but run his finger down and into your mouth. You were stunned in your seat at the psychotic man he was turning into before you. 

“Billy, please don’t do this,” you whispered, your voice trembling. He stroked your cheek with the hand that was still bloody. 

“Oh honey… you brought this on yourself.” His hands snaked their way up into your hair, before gripping around a portion of it. You whimpered at the pain, and that only seemed to rile him up. 

“Billy stop! You’re hurting me!” 

“No,” he chuckled. His eyes darkened as he pulled you up out of the chair by your hair. He began to drag you down the hall and into your bedroom. You were kicking and screaming the whole way, making sure to kick against the spare bedroom door to warn Steve. There was a window he could crawl out of to easily escape. 

“Billy, please, stop!” You choked out, trying to get him off of your hair. He slammed your head back against your foot board, before taking the cuffs out of your bedside draw you once used with him. He cuffed you to the end of the bed, making sure anything useful was out of reach- including the key that he shoved in his front pocket. 

You were sobbing uncontrollably at this point, pleading with him to let you go. Something overcame him and he couldn’t stop. The intensity of the situation, the anxiety, the control… he thrived off of it.

“Now, I gotta go find this boy toy of yours and take care of him. He really likes you, you know. Too much to stay away I guess.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and walked out. You screamed a blood curdling scream, praying silently that Steve had left. 

“Oh Steve,” Billy said in a sing-song voice as he walked down the hall, looking into all the bedrooms. He finally reached the spare bedroom, and turned the doorknob slowly. 

Steve took a deep breath in, and held it. Of course Steve was still in there. He wasn’t going to leave you alone with a psycho, no matter how much that psycho claimed he loved you. Billy was blood thirsty now, and no love could stop that. 

During your altercation with Billy though, Steve had managed to silently take down the metal rod from the closet, and snuck it back under the bed he was in. He could hear Billy whistling, and watched as his boots scuffed against the hardwood floor. He paused at the foot of the bed. 

Steve heard the bed squeak as Billy sat down on it, reveling in the suspension. 

“I know you’re in here Harrington.” His voice was raspy, as he stared blankly ahead. It was like he was possessed. Steve took this as his chance to try and escape. He slowly slid from under the bed, trying his best to be quiet. 

Steve was almost free, when his foot got caught against the footpost on the bed. He mentally cursed himself as Billy whipped around. He had the big butcher knife from the kitchen in his hand, pointing it at Steve. 

“Listen, man, we can talk this out,” Steve pleaded, holding one hand behind his back. Stupid, stupid Billy just thought he was trying to find the door handle. He smiled, thinking he had him caught. 

In a matter of seconds, Billy had leaped forward with the knife, snagging Steve on the arm just as Steve swung the rod from behind his back and smacked Billy over the head with it. His thick body landed with a thud on the ground. He was unconscious. 

“y/n?” Steve yelled, running into your room. He saw the tears glistening your cheeks, as well as the handcuff that had now reddened your wrist from when you tried slipping out of it.

“Steve!” You were excited to see him alive. You for sure thought that Steve had hit the floor and not billy. 

“Oh my god you’re bleeding!” You panicked, noticing the blood dripping down Steve’s arm.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” He noticed the blood on your face and a concerned look flashed across. He quickly tried to find the source of the blood, but you pulled away. 

“It’s his,” you whispered, trying not to think back to when he drug his blood across your skin. 

“That sick bastard.”

All you could do was cry in response. He looked frantically around for the key, and the grim thought finally forefronted in your mind. 

“Steve,” you whispered, defeated. “He… he has the key… in his front left pocket.”

“Shit, okay, okay hold on, I’m going to go get it.” He snuck back into the hallway, slowly making his way down to the open door on the left. 

As he neared the doorway, he breathed a sigh of relief to see that Billy still laid unconscious on the ground. He quickly went through Billy’s front pockets as best he could  until he found the tiny key. Running back down to your room, he fumbled trying to unlock your hand from the cuff. 

“Okay, he’s knocked out, we can go,” Steve said. He helped you up, and the two of you stumbled down the hallway, trying to make it to the door. 

Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from behind you,a scream, and then you lost the grip on Steve’s hand. You turned around to see Billy with the butcher knife in his hand, Steve sprawled out in a pool of his own blood. He was moaning, which meant he was still alive, thank god. 

“Steve!” You cried out. Billy was standing over him with the knife that was now stained and dripping with blood, and began to move towards you. You were hysterically crying now, your worst nightmare playing out before you.

Backing up down the hallway, you repeatedly told Billy ‘no’, trying to get him to stop. He wasn’t listening. Of course he wouldn’t listen. He was bloodthirsty and seeing red. You tripped over the threshold that went into the living room and landed with a thud on the floor. You attempted to crawl backwards to get back to your feet, but Billy was faster. Always faster. 

“Uh-uh-uh,” he said, wagging his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Your turn isn’t over yet.” 

He had a crazed look in his eye as he leaned over you, the knife still in his hand. He traced the tip of it down your face where his blood had now stained and down to your neck. 

“I always did like the way your neck looked. So pretty… so vulnerable…” he trailed off in an eerie whisper. “Would be a shame if someone…” he pressed the tip of the knife into your skin, a drop of blood forming at the sight, “... were to slit it.” 

Panic rose up in you, and you mentally began saying your goodbyes. You were a blubbering fool, tears streaming down your face and neck. There was no stopping the hysterics at this point; you were traumatized. 

 You didn’t want to die, not yet; there was still so much left to do in your life. You were supposed to go to college, get married possibly, have kids. You wanted to travel the world, travel the states, see what all life had to offer you. You’d be damned if all of that was going to be cut loose by some deranged maniac getting off on seeing your blood. 

With an energetic groan, you began to fight back, pushing against his arm. You managed to get the knife away from your neck, but keeping it away was the difficult part.  Billy was very clearly stronger than you, and in two seconds he had both of your hands in one of his hands pinned above your head. 

“Remember this?” He laughed boisterously. How could he still make a sexual inference while you were both drenched in blood, terrorized in front of him? He was truly sadistic. 

The blade of the knife ran down your chest. It felt cool against the hot flush of your skin. He hoisted the knife just above your heart. 

“Billy, please, no,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. For a second it seemed you had gotten through, he looked at you with pity, empathy even. But in a split second, his eyes glazed over once more. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, a smile on his face. He raised the knife up, the light catching the tip and blinding you for a second. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for the piercing sensation to spread through you. 

Only it never came. There was a yell, then a grunt, and a heavy object fell on top of you. You peaked your eyes open to see Billy’s mop of curls on your chest, and felt a slick running down your chest. Steve stood above the two of you, a bloody knife in one hand, the other pushing back his hair. He was staggering, clearly struggling to stand. 

After you processed what just happened, you pushed Billy’s body off of you. It took a great amount of effort; his deadweight was heavy. You stumbled to your feet and ran over to Steve just as he started to move unsteadily. 

“I got you,” you whispered, wrapping his free hand around your shoulder. He dropped the knife and leaned into you. You hobbled him over to the kitchen table and sat him down in the chair he once occupied hours ago, before heading to the receiver in the kitchen. Picking up the phone, you dialed 911. 

Only there was no dial tone. Billy must have cut the wire at some point. You took a deep breath before placing the phone back on the receiver and walking over to Steve. 

“We have to walk to the neighbors to call 911,” you stuttered in between your tears. At this point the exhaustion was setting in. The events of the night had finally caught up to you, and all you wanted was to curl up into a ball and sleep it off. Steve only grumbled in response. It was clear he was still losing blood, and much too quickly. 

“Okay, please, Steve, come on, stay with me. I can’t lose you too,” you cried. He merely nodded his head in response; it was all he could do. You helped him stand again, and slowly the two of you walked out of your house and up to the neighbors door. 

They were startled by your appearance and called the emergency services right away. It took them only ten minutes to arrive at your house. The red and blue flashing lights sent a wave of relief over you. 

You were finally safe. 

A couple of weeks had passed since the attack on you and Steve. He had sustained multiple life threatening injuries, and had spent an extended period of time in the hospital recovering. You managed to walk out with a few stitches and bruises. What you lacked in physical trauma though was made up for in an abundance of mental trauma. The doctors called it “post-traumatic stress disorder”, or PTSD. 

It plagued your mind daily, but with a small concoction of medication, you were able to make it through the days. Nights were the hardest for you. You constantly relived the trauma in your dreams, making it hard for you to sleep. The doctor prescribed you some sleep medication to take to try tonight though. You were hopeful. 

You had drifted off to sleep hours ago, sleeping peacefully for once since the events unfolded. 

But a knock pulled you out of unconsciousness. Thinking it was your mom you opened your eyes.  Nothing was there, and your door was propped open with no one behind it. 

“Hmmm,” you said to yourself, before brushing it off and settling back under the covers. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound again. You opened your eyes again, but there wasn’t anything there. 

Convinced your mind was just playing tricks on you, you tried to fall back asleep. Only, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that flooded your body. 

“y/n.” It was a whisper that came from the edge of your body. Chills shivered down your spine, as you slowly opened your eyes and turned your head. Your heart stopped. 

There, at the end of your bed stood Billy Hargrove, covered in blood, flashing his signature smile. 

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Dustin invites the party over to see his "new scientific discovery" Mike: If this is another upside-down related creature, I might kill you Lucas: Seriously, the last one killed your cat El: What Will: I miss Mews Max: Tews bit me when I walked through the door Dustin: Yeah, she does that sometimes. But anyway. Behold, my discovery. Dustin reveals a pile of sludge. Lucas: You really brought us here for this? Mike: That looks like moldy soup Max: What the hell is that Dustin: Stuff I found in the lake, unimportant. I just needed an excuse to get you all here. We never hang out like we used to. Will: We literally hung out yesterday. Dustin: Yes but that isn't today

[withacapitalp]

You’re not my dad.

This is where Steve should make a joke, or roll his eyes, or let it go because Dustin is just being a moody drunk teenager lashing out because he got caught.

He should just let it go and move on the way he always does. But he can’t, because those four little words have him in a death grip.

You’re not my dad.

Writing things I shouldn't write bc fuck the holidays LMAO

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Would you like to come back?

Eddie x Original Female Character Pt 2 of Eldath's Priestess 2406 words

No warnings. Tags: Dungeons and Dragons, table top gameplay, flashback usage marked by =, slight angst, Jewish oc, family dynamics. Now on ao3 No beta this time. We ride like the Rohirrim in the Battle of the Pelennor.

Summary: Judy gets reacquainted with her favorite troupe of misfits, and the newest members.

Notes: Not canon compliant, alternate history of Hellfire, semi-accurate portrayal of Dungeons and Dragons. hint of Eddie the Simp.

Judy was buzzing with excitement, tossing her dice bag into her purse. She had gotten the call from Fred Emerson, the Dungeon Master of Hawkins legend, immediately asking her if she would “join in the newest crusade against the Shadow Lord”. She had never accepted an offer to quickly in her life.

The handmade drawstring bag kept her pencil case company as she went to her suitcase and pulled out her binder, cracking it open. From the corner pocket, she saw her old character sheet.

Feyanim Hellarad       Half-Elf Cleric            Lvl- 14- High Priestess          Lawful Good

From banished princess to priestess of Eldath, yearning for adventure far from the cloister and the crown.

Her memory played vignettes of her times as Nim, starting with her older brother, introducing her to the game on her twelfth birthday.

“A princess? Are you sure?” he had asked.

Little Judy nodded at her desk, “yeah! But she has a heart of gold. Forced into the cloister by her mother, the queen, and her jealous stepfather, the king.”

“Is she illegitimate?”

“I think so. That would add…” She paused, searching for the word.

“Angst.”

“Yeah…angst.”

Judy’s eyes shot to her bedside clock. 3:45. Fifteen minutes to get to Scott’s place, pick him up, and drive to Fred Emmerson’s place for the game. After a year without playing, in Pittsburgh where her brother’s body lay buried, she was itching for the game to continue. Her old group, her old comrades. She finally exited her front door.

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Her brother, the dungeon master, introduced her to the group the first Friday of freshman year, Eddie in tow. His hair was longer than when she had last seen him. She had hoped he would grow it out.

The newest members of Hellfire club, the trailer park metalhead and the nepo-baby.

Her stomach was in knots. Where were the other girls?

Before she could open her mouth, Eddie took a step forward, his voice booming throughout the stage. “I am Edward the Stalwart, half-orc fighter, prepared to cast off the bonds of the past through my unquenchable thirst of adventure.”

“And how do we know you, young Edward, have the grit to join the band of fearless warriors who sit before you?” Joey asked, theatrically gesturing to the other men at the table.

To be honest, she had tuned out Eddie’s answer, too paranoid about her own.

Their gazes turned to her now. “I…am Feyanim Hellarad, half-elf cleric.” She cleared her throat, feeling a push of energy, “from banished princess to priestess of Eldath, I yearn for adventure beyond the cloister and the crown.”

The table was quiet. She looked at Eddie, whose sweet brown eyes gave her the encouragement she needed.

“And what makes you, dear princess, fit for adventure as a priestess of the most peaceful of Gods?” Her brother asked, no longer the Joey she was used to, but the DM, omniscient voice of the world she wished to join.

The question stumped her. It was a good question. Why would she venture from Eldath’s still waters to join this rowdy band of fools?

She heard two of the older boys make a comment, leading to a chuckle, which turned into a laugh. A ginger boy, bespectacled and haughty, called over to Joey. “Listen, man. We get that she’s your sister and all, but is she really ready for advanced Dungeons and Dragons?”

Judy’s lips pursed in irritation. Staring down the table, she took a step further, placing her foot on what she planned to be her chair, puffing her chest out. “I am already a priestess, skilled in the healing arts. And by all that is holy, I will ensure your survival. Something tells me you lack a healer in this party. If I may be frank, this party lacks any sense at all.”

“Then welcome, Princess Hellarad, to Hellfire.” Joey placed a hand on her shoulder, whispering with pride, “good job.”

She sat down, beside the boy who had talked down to her, and across from the boy she had known for years. Judy and Eddie’s eyes met, excited to be joining the first campaign of the year. They reached across and grasped each other’s hands, uncertain of why. Was it a shake of mutual friendship? Or did she just want to touch him, like she always had, and he finally wanted the same?

Before the winter break, Joey had planned first boss fight, a paladin oathbreaker and his undead horde was prepared to slaughter the party. He took his job as DM very seriously, carefully considering all player’s strengths and weaknesses, deciding what path he wanted them to go down. He was more narrative focused, though his battles were just as intense.

“What is your action, princess?”

“There is still time we can make it.” Shouted Marty.

Eddie sucked in a breath, “I’m already down. We can’t last much longer.”

“Your action princess.” Joey insisted.

Judy looked at Eddie, who gave her a nod. He was on board. The others were either prone, dying, or occupied by the undead horde. She looked at the rogue, Andreas the Swift, who had yet to reveal himself. He gave her a nod.

“Does he see me?”

“In his fury he has paid no mind to you.”

“Then I get advantage.” Judy gritted her teeth, “I cast command,” rattling her first d20 and sending it to the table, 14, with her modifier it still wouldn’t hit. The next d20 followed with her call, 19, with her wisdom modifier that would be a twenty-three.

Her brother cracked a smile, an evil smile. She felt her heart sink before her brother froze, as if struck by lightning. “What is your command?” He bellowed.

From the far end of the table, her finger extended, and she cried out, “grovel!”

“Yes…” Her brother slammed his hands on the table along with his face, to make it seem as though he threw himself down, “my la..dy…”

Knowing it was his turn, the halfling assassin played his held action and backstabbed the prone paladin oathbreaker, with advantage, and all his proficiencies, doing heavy damage. Judy’s command turned the tide. That and her brother’s two very unfortunate rolls.

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Summer rains were Judy’s least favorite. The droplets themselves, warmed by the atmosphere, felt like stones against her skin. Fat rain, heavy rain. Also, the humidity made her hair both expand an extra half an inch in width and cling to any piece of skin it touched. A hot, wet, sweaty mess.

She slid quickly into her 1970 Volkswagen beetle, closing the door behind her. There was her cleric figurine, mounted with a rolled slip of duct tape, and sitting beside her was an armor-clad half-orc, her lover’s paladin. Gifted to her before she left for Pittsburgh by Eddie Munson, the presiding Dungeon Master of the Hawkins High School Hellfire Club.

“I won’t need him anymore. Besides, I don’t think I could bring myself to separate the princess from her paladin.” He took her hand and enfolded his figurine in her palm, “as sadistic of a DM I might be, I would never.”

Judy’s lips fought back a frown, “I’m sorry. I just can’t stay here and wait…”

“I know,” he released her hand to caress her face, bringing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. “You’re still my girl, however far you go.” Another kiss, this time on the bridge of her nose. A journey up to her face that he had taken many times before, a path he adored. “And when I graduate this year,” his lips rested on her forehead, his nose nestling in her hair, “I will get in my van and come to you.”

“Class of eighty-six.” She smiled.

She started her trusty steed, twisting the key in the ignition and listening to the turnover. Knocking it into reverse, flicking on the windshield wipers, she looked over her shoulder to pull out smoothly from the driveway.

“Eighty-six, baby.” Eddie’s voice echoed once again though Judy’s ears, as the phantom kiss still warmed her skin. She never should have left, never should have watched him shrink away as she drove further from her home. Her eyes graced back as if he was still standing there. Nothing.

The citizens and military personnel had entered a regular routine, the belching crags that divided the town into fourths became as normal as creeks and cliffs. Judy’s practice of Pittsburgh navigation took a backseat to the slow and cautious pace of post-earthquake Hawkins. None of her destinations were severed by a crack. First, five minutes away, was Scott Clark, another teacher. He had started the year after Judy entered high school, taking over for Emma Magil for 8th grade science.

Their journey went off without any conflict. Judy had asked him about his fiancée. Scott had asked her how her mother was doing. Neither really dug into the unspoken sorrow in the air. She parked her beetle in the street, as the driveway was already full of cars. The two got out and joined in the festivities within.

The kitchen and the dining room were separated by a countertop, upon which was a lineup of various snacks. A veggie tray, some cheese and crackers, tiny sausages on toothpicks, mini ham and cheese sandwiches.

God bless you, Sheryl. Judy thought.

Fred had married Sheryl Kaufmann when Gareth was in middle school. Joey would drag Judy to these grownup games at the Emerson house. She’d sit with Gareth as he kicked rocks in the driveway. Sheryl would come out with snacks, and he’d grumble a forced ‘thank you’.

That woman tried so hard. She didn’t make him call her mom. No pushing boundaries, forcing herself to be liked by her stepson. But she still tried. And even when Gareth warmed up to her, called her ‘Cher-bear’ when she called him ‘Gare-bear’, told her he loved her too, she still felt the need to prove herself. She wanted him to have a good home, a place to feel safe and happy.

In the end, they all loved Sheryl.

“Celery’s gross.” Gareth said, staring blankly at the veggie.

“You don’t have to eat it.” Said Sheryl as she floated through the kitchen.

“Not to everyone,” Dustin reached his hand past the upper classman’s gaze, fishing out three sticks of green and placing them on his plate.

“I don’t know, Henderson.” Judy rattled her d20s in her hand, releasing them on the table. “Celery is just bitter and stringy.” She sighed at her results, “Guess purple and red are going to dice jail.” The dice clattered in her brother’s old ashtray. “Bummer, these were his.”

“Whose?” Will asked, sliding next to her at the table.

“My late brother, he was the DM of Hellfire before Eddie.” She answered, rolling the final two dice, “nine-teen and twelve, guess I’m using these.”

Will sat awkwardly, taking a moment to salvage the situation. “I didn’t realize Hellfire was so old.”

“Oh yeah, it started as an offshoot of the chess club.” Judy popped a tiny sausage into her mouth, half her mouth chewing as the other half continued, “My brother was a sophomore. Fred was the teacher who signed off on it. Seventy-eight, I think. I came in two years later and somehow these guys had already set up their boys’ club.”

Andrew dropped his bag on the table, sitting on the opposite side of Judy. “And how is our beloved nepo-baby? Still squeezing into places she might not be wanted?” Setting his cane down between them, he slumped into the hardwood chair.

“God, you are such a dick. I saved your lives how many times in my four years as your resident cleric?”

“None of that matters now, your eminence.” A voice bellowed.

Dressed in his Renaissance best, Fred Emrerson slowly made his way down the stairs to the dining room, the wood creaking below his weight. His graying auburn hair tucked under his feathered flat cap. “Such a high ranking Eldathyn priestess should do well not to dwell on lives owed.”

“Wait…Eldath?” Dustin slid beside Will, “what’s your name again?”

“Uh..Nim Hellara-”

“No, your actual name.”

“It’s Judy.”

“No. Actually, Hebrew name.” He insisted.

“Who says I have a Hebrew name?”

“You’re a Jew, of course you have one.” The table let out a chorus of sniffs in amusement. Dustin was always frank, seeing no point in sugarcoating and beating around any proverbial bushes.

Judy nodded; lips pressed in a thin line. “Yudit-Miriam after my great-grandmother.”

The young teenager smiled, as if the pieces of an ongoing puzzle fit into place. “Huh.”

Once Fred reached his chair at the end of the dining room table, the game began.

The tavern was busier than usual, the cloud giants had occupied a nearby summer palace. And with unusual activity and monsters to be slain, comes many an adventurer hoping to increase their renown, or their coffers.

Judy worried Nim would struggle to fit in, but with Andreas the Swift by her side, she was quickly welcomed into the party.

“Nimmy,” he asked, “what’s that thing you used to do? That poem?”

“The limericks?” She clarified. They nodded and Judy took a sip of her lemon-lime pop. She began.

“There was once a woman from Wheeling, who had a particular feeling. She laid on her back, tickled her crack, and pissed all over the ceiling.”

It got a laugh. But her eyes fell once more to Dustin as his gaze burned into the side of her head.

The younger players were at a lower level compared to the others, and Fred had planned accordingly. But Andrew, Scott, and Judy pulled most of the weight, Gareth and Jeff were auxiliary. But Fred was a kinder DM compared to Eddie. He never liked to punish his players, and only wished for a good story and plenty of laughs. The younger players: Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, and Erica, were uneasy and borderline paranoid. No doubt traumatized by Eddie or the tales of him.

“Perception check on the door.” Erica rattled the dice, “not gonna let you take me out because of some trap.”

Fred was ready to tell her it was ‘just a door’, but he let her roll anyway. And even with her nat16 and the modifier, she still refused to believe it wasn’t rigged with a trap.

Judy’s character stepped forward, holding her shield up in front of Erica. “Okay, if something happens, you won’t get hit.” The lock was picked, door opened to the next room. No bomb, no spikes, no danger, just a door.

“A valid fear, my lady.” Scott’s druid reassured Erica, “the Gods can be cruel.”

Judy leaned in and whispered to her, “Fred doesn’t run games like Eddie. The worst thing he tried to do was the Tomb of Horrors. A tenth of the way through, he scrapped it. The only time I heard him use the ‘just a dream’ cliché.”

 “I read that module after that session, and it is so asinine. And the captured nymph thing was so creepy.” Andrew Grumbled.

They continued through the maze of corridors, an entire world inside the walls of the small palace, occupied by a very uncomfortable cloud giant.

Through a spell of marching teapots and a well-placed howl from a dark corner, the group managed to rid the small castle of the cloud giant squatter. The fact of the matter is, not all D&D sessions are climactic battles or salacious dramas. Sometimes, it’s just pretending to be ghosts to scare away a cloud giant because he’s too high level and no one wants to die.

Once the session was over, Fred offered to give Scott a ride if he agreed to stay for a few more beers. Judy had her own belongings packed. While she had enjoyed herself for the first time in recent memory, the ache in her chest refused to abate. It wasn’t the same without her paladin.

The air draped over the trees, the smoke from the cracks caught beneath the thick layer of moisture. It stuck to her skin, her hands becoming clammy with each swipe across her shorts. She just wanted to get home.

Dustin stopped her before she got to her car.

“You’re Yudit Mountain Song.”

“Yudit Mountain Song?”

“Yeah,” Dustin opened Eddie’s binder of character sheets, messily flipping through the pages. Judy watched the many NPCs fly by, familiar faces and strangers alike, until she finally saw it. Her face. “She’s a reoccurring character, a half-elf bard who gave us some excellent quests and much needed rescues. Even gave my character her harp, lets me have an extra bardic inspiration slot after a long rest.” He excitedly handed the binder off to Judy.

She gazed at her own face, her own body. He had given her some additions, fantasy length hair and a lyre. Her lips parted in song. Eddie had made her a singer.

“I knew you looked familiar.” Dustin continued. “At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but then you said that dirty limerick and I remembered Eddie saying that exact joke when introducing her before the Vecna storyline.”

Judy flipped through the character sheets until reaching the back. Eddie had made one for Kas, altering little traits to mirror himself.

“Pretty sure Yudit and Kas used to connect, before his sword made him all…evil.”

“Maybe I was the blade and not the bard, slowly pulling him to the darkness, seducing him with power.” She smiled, “or maybeeee I was both.” Judy closed the binder, handing it back to Dustin. “I’m sure we’ll never know.”

Thank you for reading! This is a passion project of mine, and it means a lot that you are taking time out of your life to read this. Next chapter very soon...like tomorrow maybe. tag list: @voyeurmunson

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You know it kind of sucks that we as a fandom have gotten so caught up in Mike being a brat that he often doesn't really get to have adult mentors the way others do because he's "mean" to Steve/Will/Max/whoever.

Like, arguably Eddie should be a mentor to Mike as well as Dustin, even if they aren't as close - Mike obviously respects him a lot and looks up to him, modelling himself and his style after him. (Which is significant! Because historically Mike is probably the Party member aside from El who most looks like his parents dictate what he wears.) But instead we get fic after fic of Mike being "Eddie's least favorite" or him straight up disliking him because Mike lashed out at Steve.

I'm not going to deny that Mike is a brat and can be insensitive at times, particularly with Will. (Though some of that insensitivity does just come from the fact that he isn't aware of the crush Will has on him? Idk why people expect him to know that.) But he's also severely traumatized. He still obviously cares about his friends, and despite his issues with keeping properly in contact with Will (and in a different way, El) still makes efforts to reach out to them when they are in the same place.

Idk when writing the tags for my lrb I was just thinking about the fact that arguably more fics should have Eddie at least more sympathetic Mike considering he is one of his "sheepies" and also how much Mike clearly looks up to him. Makes me sad because you know Mike probably wants his approval more badly than he's wanted approval from an older teen/adult figure in a long time!