#and I'm still totally not gonna dig up the courage to mention it at the dr. appointment i have next week

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Why do my joints hurt what did i do? I haven't done anything weird lately! (Trick question there's never a logical reason.)

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➳ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst, thriller, stalker au

➳ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Skye realizes she has to deal with a ruthless stalker when the messages she’s constantly receiving are getting more and more threatening. A stalker that makes her recall memories of the past she swore she would never rake up again

➳ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2,5k

prologue, part one, part two, part three, part four

April 2013

''Skye can you pass me the milk please?'' my father kindly requests while we enjoy our breakfast. They enjoy to be exact. I can hardly take part in their conversation, my mind is away.

My eyes can't stop following her skinnier, exhausted figure moving from the kitchen to the dining haul and serving breakfast.

Something's up these days, she avoids eye contact with me at all costs, we haven't even talked properly. She's acting cold towards me just muttering a few weak goodmornings and goodnights. Yeah, those are the only words I've exchanged with my ''best friend'', not even a little talk to catch up with each other's news.

''Ruby can you fetch me some honey?'' my mother yells so that Ruby listens from the kitchen. A few seconds after she appears holding a jar of honey. Even her walk is stiff, I'm genuinely concerned about her health.

''Here you are'' I'm sure she can feel my burning gaze as she leaves the honey on the table and finally after a week our eyes meet.

Shit, she looks so pale, dark circles under her red eyes, chipped lips, I can even practically see her facial bones. To my surprise she doesn't look annoyed or angry. She just glances at me tiredly, as if she had quit living.

My piercing gaze on the other hand is anything but calm and sympathetic. She's clearly sick, something's eating her alive and instead of sharing her concerns with me she stays away?

Our eye contact lasts only for a few seconds but it's strong enough to show my restrained rage.

She realizes it immediately, averts her gaze and leaves like the coward she is.

''This weekend I'm leaving on an unexpected business trip'' my father announces and takes a sip of his coffee right after

''Again? You were on a business trip last week'' my mother fires back

''Do you think it's up to me? For your information I'd rather stay home and relax with my family''

''I don't mean it's your fault I just...''

''You make me feel terrible every time I have to tell you about a businesstrip. I can't talk to my family without restrictions anymore Christen''

''Ok I'm sorry don't get mad'' my mother lowers her eyes and apologises quickly before my father gets more angry.

Sometimes I admire my dad. He's so manipulative but not in a bossy way, he always prevails upon my mother with sensible arguments, voice laced with sweetness.

He's so diplomatic, no doubt he has built such a great career

''Darling why are you not eating?'' my mother remarks as I fiddle with the spoon. The bowl of granola cereals is untouched.

''I have no appetite. I have to go to school anyway, I'm late'' I pretendto study my watch and stand up

''Do you want me to come with you?'' my father suggests

''Nο it's ok I can walk''

''Skye are you sure everything's ok?'' I hear my mother's voice as I head towards the living room to grab my backpack.

''I'm fine mum I just didn't sleep well. See you later''

As I'm about to exit alone Ruby appears out of nowhere. Her body posture screams nervousness.

''You didn't eat your breakfast'' she speaks quietly biting her already chopped lips

She's been avoiding me for a week and now she pretends to be a thoughtful friend. She made me feel depressed, cry myself to sleep thinking what the hell I did wrong and now she plays dumb?

I just stay still without answering, my intense eyes glued to her wandering ones. She doesn't even dare to look at my eyes.

She clears her throat ''Here''she takes a fresh hand-made sandwich out of her pocket and extends her hand. I eye her hand without moving an inch.

''You can eat it instead. You look like a sceleton'' I spit my venom and walk out of my house without sparing her a glance.

It was too late when I realized what I had said.

''I love spaghetti but my mother never cooks. My dad says she cooks terrible but that's a secret'' Grace's friend Lisa whispers and pretends to seal her lips. She's so cute.

''Don't worry your secret is safe''

She nods and digs into her food again. Under other circumstances I wouldn't have cooked but today Susan picked up both Grace and Lisa so I couldn't disoblige her. Her puppy eyes gave me enough courage to get up and cook even though I'm still in a cast.

The three of us are sitting in the dining table and enjoying my home-made bolognese spaghetti. I was never good at cooking, I couldn't cook to save my life to be exact but I had to learn how for Grace. So I practiced and practiced till I reached my goal, I didn't want to become the new master chef, just learn how to cook some basic things so that Grace eats home-made food. In the beginning I would constantly fail but practice makes perfect.

''Eat your veggies as well girls'' I gesture at the bowl of salad.

They both nod like good girls and do as I say. They're so freaking adorable. Lisa has short black hair with bangs and chocolate brown eyes. She's small but taller than Grace. She comes by often, most of the times I pick her up from school as well since Grace and her are classmates.

Her favorite foods are spaghetti, steak with baby potatoes and vegetable fried rice. Let's not forget my signature fruit smoothie which I always serve with vanilla frosting cupcakes.

We always sit and eat together, exchanging news, telling jokes. I really enjoy their interactions, they look like two tiny dumplings.

"What did you do in school today?" I ask intertwining my fingers

"We drew our dream gardens, mine has a huge swimming pool" Lisa hurries to answer

"Mine has a plenty of colorful flowers and a big telescope on the center to admire the stars. And the Sky. Sky as we say Skye" Grace jokes shyly, puffing her flushed cheeks. Lisa bursts into a laughter once she gets the joke.

"Good one Grace" I wink at my little sister who resembles a puppy waiting for a praise.

After a while we're finally done with the food. I really missed cooking and eating my own food, Susan cooks pretty decently as well but I was craving so bad for some of my spaghetti.

''Did you enjoy your meal girls?'' I eye the empty plates

''Yeah!''they both cheer

''Go to play now while I prepare your fruits''

The two small kitties obey and walk towards the room wiggling their small butts. I can't help but chuckle at them.

My eyes land on the dirty dining table as I sigh disappointed, washing the dishes is definitely the worst part of cooking and eating. No matter how much I enjoy preparing food and trying new recipes, the process of cleaning after is terrible. I'm going to wash the dishes later I think and slowly proceed to my big kitchen to cut fruits for the girls, my hands holding the crutches tight.

Being on my feet isn't the best idea whatsoever but tomorrow I'm having my cast removed so my ankle is pretty much healed.

I go for strawberries, bananas and pears and also pick two colorful bowls.

As I already mentioned tomorrow I'm having my cast removed. My stomach twitches in anticipation. Will he be there? Two weeks have passed but I still find myself thinking of him before sleeping even though the picture of him is blurry and distant. Just a memory, a distant picture of him is enough to keep me up at night...

I brush away these thoughts and throw the fruits into the bowls, adding some honey on top and voila! A quick and healthy sweet fruit salad.

"Girls come on" I yell and wait for the two little ones to arrive, trying to distract my mind from unwanted thoughts.

What I know for sure is that tomorrow is a big day....

"You're finally able to walk again, I'm so happy'' Susan cheers and hugs me tight as we exit the hospital. Unfortunately I didn't have my cast removed by the pretty doctor, he didn't even appear to be exact.

Disappointed but not suprised

The young cute nurse was there though, she recognized me and even greeted me, I was THIS close to ask about him but my pride didn't allow me.

''How are you feeling?'' Her hand strokes my back

''Weird'' I respond eyeing my healed ankle ''I was used to walking on crutches''

Indeed last 2 weeks I would only walk using my crutches, they had become a part of my routine. I certainly feel better now though, well-rested,healthy, ready to return to reality.

''Let's go, I'm treating you to brunch.. There are so many things we have to catch up on after''

''W-what do you mean?'' I stutter scared because I have a feeling that I already know her answer

''Shopping therapy of course''

Oh no...

''Susan are you kidding I just removed my cast''

''Sweetheart you know I wouldn't drag you along unless I had a reason. Next Tuesday is Yoongi's birthday party, we have to get our outfits''

''Yoongi's birthday...'' I scratch my sculpt looking at her sheepishly''I totally forgot, I'm sorry''

''It's ok, you're coming anyway''

''What about-''

''Taehyung's gonna take care of your sister don't worry'' she cuts me off as if she had read my thoughts

I nod, it's rude to deny the invitation

''Yoongi's friends are really handsome and some of them are single so don't think you're getting off. We have to find a cute outfit for you as well... now let's eat'' I roll my eyes but agree rubbing my stomach that hasn't stopped rumbling and finally get in her car .

''It's stunning'' I examine the purple midi dress Susan's holding. The material is silk, it appears glamorous, expensive and the embellished straps detail completes the look.

''Should I try it on?'' she hesitates

''Of course, purple looks amazing on you'' That's true, the contrast between her ginger hair, green eyes and the purple colour is definitely unique. Purple flatters every single of her characteristics.

''Let's find something for you'' her eyes wander around the store

''I gained weight these days so I should go for something baggy''

''No Skye, you should go for something sexy yet sick that emphasizes your cleavage. Your boobs got bigger, thankfully'' she whispers the last word and rolls her eyes

''Susan'' I whisper yell covering my breasts with my hands ''Did they?'' I rethink my friend's comment. Indeed I've noticed a slight development. This whole weight gaining story had a positive result at least.

Once I realise where my hands are and how the rest of the customers look at me probably thinking I'm a horny pervert I instantly lower them and grab the first dress I lay my eyes on.

''This one is perfect yes'' Susan practically runs towards me ''It's very elegant and the lace detail makes it sensual. You're definitely trying it on''

I take a closer look at the dress I picked out on random. It's certainly cute, off shoulder, midi, black with lace but tight as hell

''Isn't it way too tight? I think it's gonna accentuate every single bloated part of my body''

''Try it out you have nothing to lose. Besides the party is in 5 days, you have plenty of time to search for a dress''

''There's no way I'm going through this again. It's either today or I'm coming wearing my Pjs'' I announce and make my way to the fitting rooms determined. I can hear Susan mumbling a few curses, probably blaming me for being grumpy and stubborn.

''Excuse me'' an assistant approaches us

''There's only one fitting room available. I'm afraid you have to wait for a while''

''No problem, Susan you go first''

''Are you sure?''

I nod and sit in the comfortable blue chair that matches the rest of the decoration and furnishings of the store.

This showroom is excellently designed, the minimal yet eccentric blue décor casts an air of originality as the majority of stores follow a consistent pattern. No wonder it's Susan's favorite showroom, modern decor, excellent service and the clothing here is feminine, figure-friendly just like the dress I'm holding.

I'm so absorbed in gaping at the interior decoration that I don't notice my friend standing in front of me.

''Hey, earth to Skye'' she wiggles her fingers in front of my face

''Sorry'' I take my time studying her figure. ''I really like it. It's ideal for your body type and the colour is gorgeous''

The violet silk dress looks perfect on her, the semi tight fit shows up her toned silhouette, the swarovski embellished spaghetti straps together with the V neck flaunt her beautiful collarbones.

''I think it looks lovely too'' the cheerful, helpful assistant comments

''Yeah I like it'' she stares at the mirror

''You can use that fitting room'' the girl gestures at an empty room smiling. How are they always so kind and happy?''It's free now''

''Thank you'' I smile back and give a long sigh standing up from the soft chair.

Reluctantly I undress myself and wear the cute midi dress. It's tight but not as much as I expected. Well it's not that bad after all, I still need Susan's opinion though and a closer look in the big mirror. A few seconds later I'm out and heading for the mirror.

''Wow'' Susan talks ''It looks... stunning''

The dress hugs my body flawlessly, emphazising my curves. The off-shoulder design is very cute but sexy at the same time because my cleavage is shown off perfectly and I'm not even wearing a push up bra. I never thought I'd look that attractive in a dress.

''It fits you like a dream. You're definitely buying it'' Susan insistsand the assistant agrees

It's elegant yet sexy. Sexy in a non provocative way since it shows off only the right places.

''I think I'm getting this one'' I finally decide and Susan winks excitedly

''Hurry up we have to go for heels as well''

''Heels? Ha''  A humorless laugh leaves my lips

''You're laughing? What are you planning to wear with this dress then?'' she crosses her arms.

Her question catches me off guard but I act cool ''Flats? I don't care, anything but heels''

She laughs sarcastic lifting a shaped eyebrow ''Flats? If you plan to wear flat shoes on my husband's party I inform you that you're not invited''

I simply pout, my eyes pleading for mercy

''Come on Skye it's a party, a bussines kinda party you don't have to walk or dance. You can deal with heels under these circumstances I'm sure''

''Okay'' I sigh defeated meeting her gaze. There's no point in agruing, she's right I need heels with the apparel I chose.

''Hurry up then'' she scolds and enters the fitting room.

Have I mentioned how much I hate shopping with my best friend?

[emo-floof-child-writes]

Day 003: Inseparable.

Featuring Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, and Eddie Munson.

Max Mayfield and Lucas Sinclair mentioned.

1,178 words and canon divergence lmao.

After talking to Lucas in Max's hospital room, Steve heads to Eddie Munson's room. Steve looks at the cop posted at the door, and swallows. He walks up to the doorway, reaching for the door handle. Maybe I should just leave. Steve considers this, but the cop sees him eyeing the doorway. “What are you doing here? You can't go inside there!” The cop exclaims, grabbing Steve's hand. “He’s my—” Steve stops himself, because what would he say? Friend? Trauma bonded acquaintance? Dustin's friend that he should have protected? The cop folds his arms, with his face in a tight line. “You think you are the first guy that tried to view that freaky serial murderer?” Steve grunts. “He’s a lot of things, but he's not a murderer.” The cop laughs. “So you're a part of his cult then?” Steve snarls. “It’s not a cult, it's a club for nerds.” The cop scoffs. “Then why is it called Hellfire?” Steve digs his nails into his palms, no doubt leaving angry red marks in them, as he glares up at the cop in front of him. “Because it sounds cool? And it's a fantasy game.” Steve admittedly knew very little about the game, but he knew Dustin would never associate with something truly evil. Besides, he and Eddie had gotten close enough to determine his innocence and see his kindness.

The cop rolls his eyes. “Look. Only cops and direct family can go in there. You will have to wait for when he's healed from whatever attacked him, and on trial for the three murders he did.” Steve grumbles. “He is innocent. And isn't it innocent until proven guilty?” Steve asserts, making the cop roll his eyes. “Sure, but the evidence is stacking against him.” Steve reaches into his pocket, to grab his wallet. This arguing won't get me inside that room. The only way I'm getting in that room is if I use another method. “How about we make a different deal?” He asks, and like all the dåmn cops Steve has ever interacted with, barring Hopper, maybe, the cop looks almost like a kid in a candy store at the suggestion of a bribe. “How much are we talking about?” Steve sighs. Well, we've already reached felony territory, so let's see where this'll bring me. He reaches into his wallet. “I got a twenty and a five.” He says, although he really had something closer to a hundred in various bills there. He has learned from experience when bribing to convince cops who spotted him smoking weed, that you don't tell them the true total you're carrying so they don't take it all in a greedy streak. The cop looks around, as if you see if anyone would see him, and sees no cameras. He holds out his hand. Steve smirks internally. Cheapskate. He shoves the bills into hand, and the cop steps out of the way.

“You are crazy for wanting to go in there. Like it's your funeral, kid.” Steve sighs. “Still not a murderer.” He opens the door, and stands in the doorway. After Dustin dragged Eddie out of the Upside Down with a fractured leg, Dustin tried to get inside the room to check in on him, and judging by the fact he sees Dustin asleep on Eddie's chest, he succeeded. Steve considers asking him how he does it. Steve scoffs, looking at Dustin with his face planted against Eddie's chest. He's gonna feel that when he wakes up. Steve thinks, earning the courage to step into the room, and walking up to Eddie's bedside. The cop closes the door, and if he saw Dustin, he made no effort to remove him. He looks down at Eddie to see the handcuffs holding him to the bed. Truth be told, he couldn't stand to see Eddie like this. 

“You can't be everywhere at once.” Robin had told him when Eddie was getting his surgery to close his wounds, but Steve didn't accept it. Between Max's coma and Eddie's near death experience, he couldn't help but blame himself. I should have been there for them. “Harrington?” Eddie asks, sounding out of it. Steve chews the inside of his cheek, and looks down at him. “Hi.” He says, not really sure what to say. Eddie looks at Dustin, and frowns. “I guess I won't be getting up.” He jokes, forcing a smile. “How are you feeling?” Steve asks, and Eddie groans. “Drugged to high hell, heh, ‘high.’ But alive, so, alright, I guess.” Steve scoffs. “I thought I told you not to be a hero, man.” Eddie shakes his head. “I had to, man. They were getting in, and Dustin, and—and���”

He starts to cough, his whole body jolting up and jostling Dustin awake. Steve passes Eddie a glass of water as Dustin groggily sits up, rubbing his eyes. Eddie winces, realizing he woke him up. “Sorry, Henderson.” Dustin grumbles, but then he gasps, as if it just hit him who spoke. “Eddie!” He exclaims, wrapping his arms around him in a bear hug. Eddie grunts, and Steve clears his throat, knowing from experience that he was in pain. “Dustin, I know you're excited to see him, but try to be gentle with him.” Eddie gives Steve a grateful smile, and Steve gives a nod. Dustin loosen his grip, and sniffs. “Sorry,” he mumbles, and Eddie chuckles. “It's okay, kid. I should apologize to you for giving you such a scare.” Dustin frowns looking at Steve. “How did you get in here?” He asks, and Steve points towards the door. “I committed a felony.” He walks over to Steve, and eyes him up and down. “You look fine? Did you win another fight?” Dustin asks, making Eddie frown. Steve shakes his head. “Jeez, I didn't assault the officer, Dustin!” He holds up his wallet, which he hadn't put away yet, and Dustin nods.

Eddie laughs. “You committed a crime to visit a criminal, Harrington?” Steve sighs. “You're not a criminal, you haven't done anything wrong.” He says, and Eddie tries to move his handcuffed hand. “My sweet new jewelry says otherwise.” Dustin shakes his head. “No, we'll figure something out.” He says, and Eddie sighs. “Well, wake me when you figure that out. The drugs they pumped in me are making me woozy again.” Dustin smiles. “Okay, we'll be quiet.” Eddie scoffs. “Who are you and what happened to Dustin Henderson? You couldn't be quiet if your life depended on it!” Eddie says, and Dustin frowns. He turns to Steve for him to defend him, and Steve just shrugs. “If that is you looking for support, I'm afraid Munson's right, Dustin.” Dustin stomps his foot, sticking his bottom out, and crossing his arms. “I think I preferred it when you too were jealous of each other.” He grumbles, and both Steve and Eddie laugh. He doesn't like us ganging up on him. Noted for when he's getting on my nerves. Steve smiles, and Dustin walks to the opposite side of the room, facing the wall.