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Carrie White!Reader Profile

Full name…

Personality…

Age and gender….

Powers/skills…

Crimes…

Infromation about some powers…

Height…5’3

Hell of a summer (what songs I think match the vibe) (part 2)

Movie summary…

Y/n L/n

Chris (Hell Of A Summer) X Reader Ideas For You!

• Chris (hell of a summer)

• Y/n L/n

Movie Plot….

CHRIS (HELL OF A SUMMER) X READER

(you can also add Jason Hochberg and do a poly version of these ideas just a suggestion!)

Chris X Ghostface!Reader

Chris X Sadistic!Reader

Chris X Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer)

Chris X Female!Micheal Myers!Reader (your Micheal Myers from Halloween kills…but female)

Chris X Deadite Ellie!Reader (Deadite Ellie from evil dead rise 2023)

Chris X Enchantress!Reader (Enchantress from suiside squad)

Chris X Agatha Harkness!Reader (Agatha Harkness from Wanda vision)

Chris X Veronica Mayday!Reader (Veronica mayday from helluva boss)

Chris X Nancy Downs!Reader (Nancy downs from the craft)

Chris X Harley Quinn!Reader (Harley Quinn from Birds of prey 2020)

Chris X Yandere!Reader

Chris X Russian!Reader

Chris X Ahmanet!Reader

Chris X Raven!Reader (Raven aka Rachel Roth from Titians 2018)

Chris X Scarlet Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers just like Wanda Maximoff)

Chris X Wednesday!Reader (Wednesday portrayed by Jenna Ortega)

Chris X Cruella!Reader (Cruella portrayed by Emma stone)

Chris X Female!Cartoon Cat!Reader (cartoon cat created by Trevor henderson…but female version)

Chris X Female!Ink bendy!Reader (ink bendy from bendy and the ink machine but female version)

Chris X Twisted Alice!Reader (Twisted Alice from bendy and the dark revival)

Chris X Catwomen!Reader (Catwomen portrayed by Hallie berry)

Chris X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent from maleficent mistress of evil)

Chris X Carrie White!Reader

Chris X Na’vi!Reader

Chris X Siren!Reader

Chris X British!Reader

Chris X Australian!Reader

Chris X Ghost!Reader

Chris X Jennifer Check!Reader (Jennifer check from Jennifer’s body)

Chris X Singer!Reader

Chris X Violinist!Reader

Chris X Telekinesis!Reader (Your telekinesis is as powerful as Carrie white)

Chris X Blind!Reader (Your not a normal blind your a Toph beifong kind of blind)

Chris X Demon!Reader

Chris X Mute!Reader

Chris X Deaf!Reader

Chris X Chorkinesis!Reader (plant manipulation)

Chris X Pyrokinesis!Reader (fire manipulation)

Chris X Sapphire Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but dark royal blue color not red)

Chris X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but purple not red)

Chris X Golden Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but golden yellow not red)

Chris X Emerald Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but emerald green not red)

Chris X Rose Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but dark maroon pink not red)

Chris X Amber Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but Amber Orange not red)

Chris X Succubus!Reader

Chris X Gothic!Reader

Chris X Emotionless!Reader

Chris X Electrokinesis!Reader (Electricity manipulation)

Chris X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water manipulation)

Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel aka carol danvers)

Chris X Diana Lance!Reader (Black Canary aka Diana Lance from birds of prey 2020)

Chris X Tall!Reader

Chris X Dimitrescu!Reader (basically lady Dimitrescu!reader)

Chris X Photokinesis!Reader (light manipulation)

Chris X Deadite!Girlfriend!Reader (like Deadite Elle from evil dead rise 2023)

Chris X Male!Reader

Chris X Male!Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer)

Chris X Fearless!Reader

Chris X Vampire!Reader (Inspired by Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)

Chris X Werewolf!Reader (Inspired by Carolyn stoddard from dark shadows 2012)

Chris X Feral!Werewolf!Reader

Chris X Sadistic!Siren!Reader

Chris X Pure Evil!Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail 2024)

Chris X Female!Avatar!Reader (You have all of Aang’s powers Aang from the last airbender)

Chris x Punk!Reader

Chris X Firebender!Reader

Chris X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent but with dark blue powers not green)

Chris X Nezuko!Reader (Nezuko from demon slayer)

Chris X Daki!Reader (Daki from demon slayer)

Chris X Female!Ghostrider!Reader

Chris X Waterbender!Reader

Chris X Earthbender!Reader

Chris X Male!Harley Quinn!Reader

Chris X Male!Ahmanet!Reader

Chris X Male!Enchantress!Reader

Chris X Male!Maleficent!Reader

Chris X Male!Veronica Mayday!Reader

Chris X Female!Alastor!Reader (Alastor from Hazbin hotel but female version….you also have a human form)

Chris X Angelrider!Reader (Ghostrider)

Chris X Yandere!Serial Killer!Reader (your the masked killer, and your a Yandere for chris)

Chris X Male!Scarlet Witch!Reader

Chris X Male!Rachel Roth!Reader

Chris X Billie Eilish!Reader

Chris X Jinx!Reader (jinx from arcane)

Chris X Sadistic!Mermaid!Reader

Chris X Famous!Singer!Reader

Chris X Harley Quinn!Reader (Harley Quinn from suiside squad 2)

Chris X Na’vi!Reader (instead of being blue like the rest of the na’vi your a dark violet purple color and your eyes are emerald green)

Chris X Famous!Guitarist!Reader

Chris X Deadite Bridget!Reader (Deadite Bridget from evil dead rise 2023)

Chris X Celebrity!Actress!Reader

Chris X Ravenna!Reader (you have powers like Ravenna and you act like her Ravenna from the huntsman winters war)

Chris X Lindsey Stirling!Reader

Chris X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)

Chris X Vampire!Sammy!Reader (Vampire Sammy from Abigail 2024)

Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel powers but dark royal blue)

Chris X Kandarian Demon!Reader (the kind of demons that possessed Ellie and Bridget in evil dead rise 2023)

Chris X Darkness Witch!Reader (Wanda Maximoff powers but black not red)

Chris X Femboy!Reader

Chris X Captain Marvel!Reader (Captain marvel powers but violet purple)

Chris X Chimera!Reader (a chimera is a creature from Greek mythology)

(I can only put 10 audios max so here’s three more songs…Type O Negative - Love You To Death,…..Neon Jump By Phonk Killer and PHOROMANE…., and Split by Yeat..Slowed version)

Deadite!Reader (Evil Dead Rise 2023)

Kandarian Demon Or Deadite?

Quotes….

“Open the door like you opened your legs you stinking groupie slut!”

“I will swallow your soul…..Two souls?”

“Ellie waits for you in hell and your unborn bastard baby.”

“Everybody here dies by dawn, Beth.”

“Nothing like a big old hug and kiss from you won’t fix….Open up now…like a good girl.”

“Do it for mom and dad.”

“Mommy’s with the maggots now.”

“I do…I’m free now…free from all you titty-sucking parasites.”

“Hi there…Cutie pie.”

“I had the most beautiful dream…We were together sitting in a tall forest the air was clean and the birds were singing the sweetest mel…m..melodies?…it was a perfect day and all I could think about is how much i wanted to cut you all open and crawl inside your bodies so we could stay one happy family together.”

“Who wants to rot next? Eney…meeny MINY!…You..”

Hell Of A Summer (what songs I think match the vibe)

Summary….

Songs I think goes well with the vibe….

And Y/n…

Echinda!Reader Profile

• Your Powers (Inspired By Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff from ‘Wanda vision’ And ‘Multiverse of Madness’ But…Orange Not Red…And You Also Have The Powers Of The Dazzlings/Sirens From Equestria Girls)

• Your Horns (Inspired By Maleficent From ‘Maleficent’ And ‘Maleficent: Mistress Of Evil’

• Your Hands (Options)

• Your Teeth (Inspired By Abigail Lazar From Abigail 2024)

• Full Name: Y/n L/n

• Allas: The Snake, The Echinda, The Ultimate Being, The Ultimate Evil, The Amber Witch, Amber Witch, Godlike Being, The Sinister Presence, The Powerful Presence, The Ancient Evil, The Wielder Of The Darkhold, Etc

• Height: 13’0

• Age: 345,000 Years Old

• Species: Godlike Snake/Human Hybrid

• Hair Color: Raven Black

• Snake Tail: Black

• Type Of Villain: Sadistic-Godlike Reality Warper

• Did People Write Books About You?: Yes

• Eye Color: Orange (Like Abigail Lazars Vampire Eye Color But Orange…And The Whites Of Your Eyes Are Black)

• Skin Color: Very Pale

• Horns Color: Black

• Likes: Killing, Playing With Your Powers, Torturing Your Victims, Eating People And Drinking Their Blood Killing Them, Strangling People With Your Tail, The Fear Of Other People, Playing With Your Food, Games, Etc

• Personality: Sadistic, Evil, Depressed, Introverted, Low-Tempered, Power Hungry, Playful, Sinister, Cruel, Manipulative, Etc

• Voice: Deep, Feminine, Echoey, And Otherworldly

• Sexuality: Bisexual

• Clothing Style: Gothic

• Tongue Color: Black

• Nail Color: Black

• Blood Color: Black

Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Reader Idea’s For You!

~Zach Orfman And Beth Slocum~

~Y/n L/n~

ZACH ORFMAN X BETH SLOCUM X READER

Plots For These Idea’s: Could Follow The Life After Beth Movie…Or You Could Make Up Your Own Summary/Headcanaon/Imagine/Story For This Ideas…If You Wanna Use These Ideas on Wattpad As Well You Can! Or Just Here On Tumblr, Your Choice!

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Scarlet Witch!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Raven!Reader (Rachel Roth Raven Not The Cartoon Raven)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Vampire!Reader (Inspired by Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Zombie!Reader (Instead Of Beth Turning Into A Zombie It Was You)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Scarlet Wtch Powers But Purple Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Sapphire Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Blue Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Emarald Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Emerald Green Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Golden Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Golden Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Darkness Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Black Not Red

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Rose Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Dark Pink Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Amber Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Orange)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Egyptian Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Agatha Harkness!Reader (Agatha Harkness From Wanda Vision)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Veronica Mayday!Reader (Veronica Mayday From Helluva Boss)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Female!Alastor!Reader (Alastor From Hazbin Hotel But Female Version)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Daki!Reader (Daki From Demon Slayer)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Nezuko!Reader (Nezuko From Demon Slayer)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent From ‘Maleficent’ And ‘Maleficent: Mistress Of Evil’)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Captain Marvel!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Wednesday!Reader (Jenna Ortega Wednesday)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Cruella!Reader (Cruella From Cruella 2021)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Half-Vampire!Half-Siren!Tall!Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Tall!Fey!Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Half-Angel!Half-Demon!Tall!Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Half-Vampire!Half-Pheonix!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Famous!Actress!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Blind!Reader (Not A Normal Blind A Toph Beifong kind Of Blind)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Mute!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Tourette’s!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Pyrokinesis!Reader (Fire Manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Lindsey Stirling!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water Manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Feral!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Dimitrescu!Reader (Your Lady Dimitrescu Basically)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Billie Eilish!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Nancy Downs!Reader (Nancy Downs From The Craft)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Feral!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Electrokinesis!Reader (electricity manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Chorokinesis!Reader (Plant Manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail Lazar From Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Pre-Teen!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Pre-Teen!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Goth!Depressed!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Punk!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Ghostface!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Dark!Yandere!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Yandere!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Yandere!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Siren!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Sadistic!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Jennifer Check!Reader (Jennifer Check Fron Jennifer’s Body)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Demon!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Sadistic!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Succubus!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Male!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Werewolf!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Mermaid!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Male!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Angel!Goddess!Reader

(A/N: Hello! Hope This Inspires You! Remember Your More Than Welcome To Use These Ideas! I Made Y/n Profiles So You Know What You Could Be Like Or Look Like…If You Wanna See More Of My Posts You Can It’s Also Recommended You Do!…Anyways YOUR WELCOME! :)

Coraline (2009) X Reader Idea For You!

A/n: ok so what if the ‘other mother’ wasn’t the only beldam what if there was another beldam and that beldam was…you?..just an idea you could use! On Wattpad or here

• are you more evil than ‘other mother’….Yes

• in your beldam form your taller and scarier than the ‘other mother’s from was

• You have (f/c) (favorite color) buttons for eyes

• This could follow the coraline movie…or not..basically if you wanna make up a summary/story for this you can!

• It will be a enemies to lovers sorta thing probably

• It’s a coraline jones x wybie lovat x beldam!reader

• You can age up the characters if you want!

• You can go the ‘other world’ and coraline and wybie’s world…

• Your a Yandere

• Remember Your more than welcome to use this idea!

Opaque Witch!Reader

Amber Witch!Reader

Amethyst Witch!Reader

Sapphire Witch!Reader (Part 2) (Stranger Things Villain Au)

Vampire!reader profile (version 2)

• Your Powers (Inspired By The Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff From ‘Wanda Vision’ and ‘multiverse of madness’….And inspired by Maleficent’s powers Maleficent from ‘Maleficent’ and ‘Maleficent: mistress of evil’….But but Crimson red not green)

• Your Vampire Eyes (your right eye is a crimson red and your left eye is a golden yellow, around your eyes are black and shadowy)

• Wings and Horns (inspired by Maleficent)

• Vampire Fangs/Teeth (inspired by Abigail Lazar from Abigail 2024)

• Vampire Powers

• Your Hands (because of using the Darkhold your fingers were turned black)

• Full Name: Y/n Lazar (your Abigail lazar’s older sister)

• Species: Vampire/Phoenix

• Height: 7,3

• Age: 2,000 Years Old (your 1,000 years older than Abigail)

• Hair Color: Raven Black

• Nail Color: Black

• Horns And Wings Color: Black

• Personality: Sadistic, Evil, Mean, Insane, Psychopathic, Power hungry, Sinister, Quiet, Etc

• Gender: Female

• Sexuality: Bisexual

• Type Of Villain: Sadistic-Vampiric Mastermind

• Siblings: Abigail Lazar

• Born Or Turned?: Born

• Blood Color: Black

• Vampire Eye Color: left eye is a golden yellow and your right eye is a crimson red

• Eye Color: Dark Blue

Vampire!Fey!Phoenix!Queen!Goddess!Reader Profile

• Your Powers (you have powers just like the Scarlet witch/Wanda Maximoff From Wanda Vision…but Emerald Green not Red…You also Have the powers of a vampire…You Also Have Powers Just Like Raven/Rachel Roth From Titians)

• Your Horns And Wings (Inspired by Maleficent)

• Your Phoenix Form (Inspired By Maleficent)

• Your Claws (Options)

• Your Hands

• Vampire Teeth And Eyes (Inspired By Abigail Lazar From Abigail 2024)

• Your Personality (Inspired By Wednesday)

• Full Name: Y/n L/n The Goddess Of The Multiverse

• Allas: The Emerald Witch (instead of ‘the scarlet witch’ it’s ’the emerald witch’), The Ultimate Being, Very Intimidating, The Phoenix, The Vampire, The Most Powerful Being In The Multiverse, The Goddess Of The Multiverse, Very Tall, One Of The Most Powerful Beings In The Entire Multiverse, The Most Powerful Vampire In The Multiverse, The Witch, The Hybrid, Etc

• Species: Vampire/Dark Fey/Phoenix Hybrid Goddess

• Height: 9,7

• Age: 7 Billion Years Old

• Hair Color: Raven Black (With A Green Streak In Your Hair)

• Eye Color: (your eye color)

• When Using Your Powers Eye Colors (When Using Raven’s/Rachel Roth’s Powers The Whites Of Your Eyes Turn black…And The Gem On Your Head And (your eye color) Eyes Glow A Emerald Green, When Using Your Scarlet Witch Powers The Eyes Glow A Emerald Green)

• Vampire Eye Color: Pale Blue

• Type Of Villain: Godly-Reality Warper

• Hobby: Engorging Yourself On Your Victims Blood, Playing With Your Powers, Flying, Transforming People Into A Vampire and using them like a puppet, Etc

Abigail Lazar!Reader Profile

• Full Name: Y/n Lazar

• Your Powers/Skills/Ability’s…..

• Hair Color: Brunette

• Personality: (Abigail’s personality)

• Eye Color: Brown

• Vampire Eye Color: Pale Blue

• Type Of Villain: Vampiric Mastermind

• Species: Vampire

• Height: (Your Height)

• Age: 1,000

• Hobby: Playing With Your Food/Victims, Doing Ballet, Gorging Yourself Of Your Victims Blood, Etc

“You don’t really want to eat me, do you?” “Not right now.”

Egyptian Goddess!Reader Profile

• Your Powers (You have all the powers of the scarlet witch/wanda Maximoff from Wanda vision but golden not red….And you also have all the powers of Raven/Rachel Roth from Titians but black and golden not black and purple)

• Outfit Options

• Cuff/Bracelet on both wrists Options

• Phoenix And Anubis Form

• Horns And Wings (Inspired by Maleficent)

• Hand Jewelry Options

• Your Hands Options

• Your Teeth (inspired by Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)

• Your Personality (You have a Wednesday Addams kind of personality)

• Full Name: Y/n L/n The Goddess Of Egypt

• Allas: The Egyptian Goddess, Egyptian, The Golden Witch (you know instead of ‘the scarlet witch’ it’s ’the golden witch’), The Ultimate Being, The Goddess, Very Intimidating, Y/n L/n Goddess Of Egypt, Ec

• Height: 9’8

• Age: 30 Billion Years Old

• Personality: Blunt, Serious, Introverted, Quiet, Emotionless,

• Hair Color: Raven Black

• Species: Egyptian Phoenix

• Voice: Deep, Feminine, And Otherworldly

• Language Spoken: Egyptian (you don’t know how to speak English but you understand English)

Scarlet Witch!Reader (stranger things 5 villain au)

Angel!Demon!Queen!Goddess!Reader

• Your Powers (You have all powers Like Rachel Roth/Raven From Titans 2018…But Pink and black not purple and black….You also have all the powers of the scarlet witch/Wanda Maximoff From Wanda Vision..But pink not red)

• Horns And Wings (Inspired by Maleficent)

• Your Hands (options)

• Your claw hand on one of your Hands

• Your Teeth (inspired by Abigail lazar from Abigail 2024)

• Your Phoenix Form (…and yes I forgot to mention ummm…your part phoenix as well)

• Full Name: Y/n L/n

• Allas: The Goddess, The Ultimate Being, The Goddess Of Angels, The Goddess Of Demons, The Goddess Of Chaos, The Queen, Very Intimidating, The Goddess And Queen Of Demons And Angels, The Rose Witch, (you know instead of ‘the scarlet witch’ it’s ‘the rose witch’), The Phoenix, Etc

• Hair Color: Raven Black (with a pink streak in your hair)

• Age: 7 Billion Years Old

• Height: 9’9

• Sexuality: Bisexual

• Species: Angel/Demon/Phoenix Hybrid Goddess

• Personality: Sarcastic, Depressed, Introverted, Serious, Bad-Tempered, Quiet, Etc

• Skin Color: Very Pale

• Voice: Deep, Feminine, And Otherworldly

• Eye Color: ‘your eye color’ (when using your powers the whites of your eyes are black and the gem in your head and your eye color that was once ‘eye color’ is glowing pink)

My Creature

Chapter 1: The Agreement

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Summary: Eddie is attacked by a creature while in hiding, soon realizing this “thing” isn’t what it seems to be.

Authors note: I hope y’all like this, it came to me randomly and I really like the idea of a strong scary creature that only Eddie knows their true colors. Let me know what you think comments are very appreciated. Ps: I’m dyslexic but I tried really hard with grammar so go easy on me.

Reader notes:

reader is a succubus type monster, very little language and communication skills are left in her brain, but as time goes on she will become more verbal.

Eddies POV

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I feel like Iv been hiding for days at this point, but what the fuck am I supposed to do, one minute I’m here, one minute I’m not. My brain is in complete and udder shambles and I feel like I’ve lost my mind. God maybe I have… she was right there… Chrissy and then she… god no please don’t think about it anymore, I just want to forget!

They’re coming for me… I need to find someplace to hide any place where they can’t just pop in on me. Reefer Rick… I know he’s not home I know his house is empty and honestly I don’t really have much of a choice.

So here I am.. breaking into his house like some sort of fucking psycho. At least I’ll be safe…

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Third POV —

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A very shaken and tired Eddie finally found himself rummaging threw his friends house trying to find a place safe enough to hide, but it seemed like every room had to many windows, and every closet was to closed off to run from danger. Which finally led him to seeing the cascade of a small flood light coming from an old boat shed outside.

He made his way out back, jumping from shadow to shadow, as if he was scared of the moon light itself. He quickly ran from the dark siding of the house to the shed door, and forced himself in, desperate to keep out of eyesight. The moon light reflecting off the water sending a low sheen of blue around the room. Cluttered with tarps and tools.

He felt his body sink down against the wall, as his eyes flooded with his fears.

“God… oh my god.” He muttered to himself. Grabbing the sides of his head as he caved in on his body. Images of what he had just seen flashing in his mind over and over again. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He questioned, sobbing into his knees, defeated. He couldn’t run, he couldn’t really hide, he could only wait, wait for someone to find him, and accuse him of the unthinkable.

A loud rustle from under a tarp immediately silenced his sorrows, his breath hitching in his throat.

He braced the wall behind him, slowly bringing himself to his feet as he reached for the nearest thing he could find, an old ratchet laying against the window seal.

The rustling continued, small frantic jerks from under the tarp lain over the small boat in the center of the room.

“S-show yourself.” He spoke, but it came out more like a fearful stutter. Rather then the warning he wanted.

The rustling got louder, before stopping all together accompanied by a low growl.

An animal maybe? Eddie thought, raising the wrench in his hand as he circled the boat, before coming to a stop at the small opening in the tarp.

Two eyes where barley visible against the moon light but where outlined by the shape of a face and (H/C) hair, poking out from the edges of the tarp.

Eddies eyes widened as he studied the persons eyes, void of any white, just pitch black orbs. He looked a little too long, not giving himself time to think as the person sprung out from under the tarp, leaping in the air with a low growl and slamming down on his chest. His back hit the concrete, grunting and realizing his only weapon had been knocked to the side. His eyes glanced up, face to face with the person he had seen. A girl? He thought. But he wasn’t quite sure, her mouth sat agape, flashing snarling sharp teeth at him as she all but screeched. Spewing saliva against his skin, her pitch black eyes boring into him nearly frantic as they searched his features. He could feel sharp claws digging themselves into the flesh on his shoulders, causing him to wince in pain.

He shifted his eyes down, glancing at her scuffed and tattered clothes, a ripped red T-shirt and torn jeans, and no shoes to be seen.

The fear in him building as he realized this girl, this creature, had him pinned helplessly in place.

“P-Please.” Eddie spoke. “Please don’t.” His voice breaking with every word, not realizing the tears that started to spill over his cheeks, running down the sides of his face.

The girl looked puzzled for a moment, her eyes studying his every move, before slowly shutting her mouth and gazing at the tears that gushed from his now closed blood shot eyes.

When he finally opened his eyes to look at her again, he noticed the black had started to retreat into her pupils, the whites of her eyes coming back to take over until she was left with two large oversized black irises. He felt the claws on his shoulders slowly diminish until it felt more like the normal harsh grip of a person. The girl slowly began to back up off of him until she crouched low in front of him.

He scrambled backwards propping himself against the wall again and grabbing another random object from the floor, this time a metal pole and sticking it out in caution.

“Sorry.” Her voice came out as a whisper, raspy and raw like she had been screaming for years.

“W-who are you.” He demanded, his hand shaking as he pointed his weapon at her.

“Sorry.” She repeated. Backing away slightly on her knees.

“What do you want?!” He yelled, “and don’t fuck with me ok, I don’t know what this shit is, if your human or not human, but Iv seen some shit in the last several hours so I’m not waiting around to find out ‘ight!!” His breathing was rapid, as he tried hard to keep a steady grip on the only thing between him and this strange creature. She stared at him, eyes wide and but seemingly calm, as she shifted to look out into the lake, before returning to stare at him.

“Hungry.” She said lowly. Barley above a whisper and still blank as she stared.

“Hungry? Hungry. Right we’ll I’m not your fucking meal so take whatever you came here for besides a fucking piece of me, and leave.” He shakenly stated. Eyes completely fixed on her every move.

She looked up at the night sky again before looking back at him and suddenly standing. Eddie watched welding his weapon as she moved the side of the wall, looking up at a small side skylight and down at him again. She sighed, eyes flooding with pigment like an ink soaked page, before launching herself up the metal, and crawling up and out the window. He waited for a moment, shaking violently from fear before realizing she wasn’t coming back.

“What the fuck.” He whispeared to himself. “What the fuck, what the fuck was that.” He hit the sides of his head with his hands, feeling the sobs tear through his heart once again as he balled in on himself on the dusty old concrete floor. The fear and adrenaline of the days events soaking into his mind.

It felt like hours had gone by, the night dragging along at an agonizingly slow pace, he slowly felt himself drift away into a much needed sleep, crumbled by his exhaustion.

His dreams filled themselves with images of chrissy, her body, her arms… her eyes…. Torturing him at every corner of darkness he tried so desperately to find peace in.

Yet before his emotions came to swallow him while, the sound of thudding metal shook him awake. He frantically grabbed onto the metal pipe again, jumping into a croached position. His eyes finally adjusting to the dark of the room as he noticed a figure climbing down from the wall. It was her again, creeping along the floor on all fours, something swaying around her mouth. His breathing started to get rapid, fear came barreling back to his heart. As she got closer, his ring clad fingers, gripped fearfully to the metal pipe.

“What the fuck do you want now?!” He yelled, his voice shaking.

The moon faintly illuminated her as she crouched in front of him. As he soon made out the details of blood and fur notched between her jaws. His eyes went wide, horror written on his face. She inched as close as she could to him, before dropping what was in her mouth, her teeth stained red from the liquid. He looked down, stomach turning at the dead squirrel in front of him.

“What. The. Fuck.” He whispeared, eyes clicking up to her face, smeared blood around the corner of her lips, her eyes dark and soulless as before.

“Hungry.” She stated. Backing up slightly to give him room.

“Hungry…? hungry.. oh.” And then it clicked. This creature, this thing, this girl. Was trying to FEED HIM?

“Uhhh… thank you… I guess.”

She nodded slowly, seeming to wait for him to do something.

What the hell do you do in this situation. He can’t actually eat this dead fucking squirrel, and if he refused it was she going to.. I don’t know EAT HIM???!

Eddie took a deep breath.

“I… I don’t,..eat this… stuff. If that makes sense.?” He pushed the squirrel Aside with his shoe, glancing up to see if she would attack him. But she sat, quietly, her eyes slowly glazing back to normal.

“I- I appreciate it, don’t get me wrong, I just. Uh Can’t. Eat it, you understand?”

She nodded. Raising a hand to scratch her dirt caked and hair matted scalp.

“O’kay… we’ll then, uhh..” he looked around. Wondering what to do now that he was sitting by a dead squirrel with a fucking monster girl creature sat across from him.

He didn’t have much time though because in another second she had lunged forward, scaring the shit out of him as he raised his metal pole, closing his eyes expecting the impact before hearing a loud sloppy crunch. He opened one eye, watching as the girl began to chow down on the creature, tearing at it and swallowing everything whole.

He sighed, getting up from the floor and running a hand through his hair.

“Ok. So am I like, fine with assuming that your not gonna eat me? Or kill me? Or tear the flesh off me as I sleep? Because I’m reallllllly tired of feeling like I’m gonna die every second of my life.” He knew he was basically ranting to himself but he thought he’d give it a try. The girl stared up at him, finishing off the bloody pile of fur and nodding.

“Yes.” She stated.

“Oh.. ok so you can understand me? You know what I said? Your not gonna eat me?” He asked again.

“Yes.” She repeated.

“Ok… ok good. God I am going insane.” He began pacing lightly.

“So Iv decided that your either real, or a figment from my nightmares come to haunt me and honestly I don’t know which is worse so.” He threw his hands in the air, “im just gonna say, fuck it. Let’s just chill with the squirrel eating, feral half orc whatever the fuck you are,… I guess.” He scratched the bag of his neck groaning in frustration. “Jesus h Christ, I’m a psychopath, a mental case, holy fuck.” He sat down on a small milk create beside him, running his hands down his face. In the silence of the room, he could hear a small laugh, barley loud enough to catch. His eyes shot up to look at her. The smallest smile visible on her face.

“Are… are you laughing at me?” He asked.

She nodded back.

“Ok… getting laughed at by a monster, that’s a first, so… uh look if your gonna stay… what’s your name? Who are you?” He motioned out with his hands earning complete silence from her. “Do you have anything you go by or?”

She thought for a moment before her eyes perked up. She stood, walking toward him and sitting in front of him.

“(Y/n)” she said. Softly. Reaching a hand out to him.

He laughed through his nose, nearly sounding like a scoff. She was really wanting to shake hands?

“Eddie.” He returned, cautiously shaking her hand back.

She nodded, looking around the room and back at him.

“Ok so one thing, (y/n), if your gonna stay with me, you gotta wash your face off , ight’ it’s just really hard to believe your not gonna rip off my flesh, with that much blood around your mouth. Ok?”

She gave a Kurt nod before bringing her hands up to whip at her face. Eddie quickly realizing she was doing nothing but smearing it around.

“Ok. Ok. Stop.” He said, looking around “uhhh. Ah ok.” He grabbed an old rag off a shelf to his side, as soon as he spotted it, and dipped the corner in the lake beside him. He sighed again, throwing precautions to the wind as he motioned to her to approach him. “Come here.” He commanded. She looked worried, eyeing him with slight fear and looking around.

“Listen, if I was gonna hurt you I would have already ok? We have an argument right? Don’t eat me, I won’t hurt you. Now come here.” He motioned again. Finally receiving a small nod as she crawled the short distance to sit between his legs. She looked up at him, her oversized black eyes, watching his every move.

He reached out, grabbing the side of her face as she tried slightly to pull away before relaxing, he lifted the old rag and began slowly whipping away at the nearly crusted blood against her cheeks and lips.

“You know, not to be rude, but your eyes are kinda fucking scary.” He joked.

She let a small nervous smile show on her lips.

After she was cleaned up, she moved back again to sit away from him.

Eddie looked around, yawning and rubbing at his eyes.

“Ok listen, I’m gonna sleep over there, you stay out here, and maybe even keep watch if your up for it? Ok?” He asked. She nodded in response.

“God you don’t talk much do you?” Earning a head shake from her.

He sighed getting up and slowly making his way to the small boat. Hunkering down in it.

“Ok…. Uh.. Goodnight. Remember our deal ok?” He confirmed, as she nodded again.

At this point he was all but convinced he lost his mind, in no other case would he ever fall asleep with a strange creature girl thing just a few feet away from him, but all sanity had flown out the window for him, as he drifted off to sleep.

His eyes snapped open to the sound of a door opening and voices in the air around him.

What the fuck, wheres the demon girl thing, when you need her? He started to realize they where discussing him, looking for him. Oh god, oh fuck. Shit shit shit, he gripped on to what was around him, fumbling quietly with a bottle that layed beside him. He heard the voices get louder, and the clanking around him filled his head. It all happens so quickly it was like a blur, befor he found himself pinning a man against the wall with the bottle broken in his hands.

He could barley hear as dustin called his name, trying desperately to reason with him.

“He won’t. Hurt you. Eddie.” Dustin repeated.

“Why are you here?!” Eddie spat out.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin replied, his hands up in caution as he approached him.

After several pleas Eddie finally released the man in his grip, moving backwards and slumping down against a wall.

“We. Just. Want. To talk.” Dustin stated reaching for the bottle in Eddie’s hands as he jerked back in fear.

“Ok….Hey hey… it’s Ok…. We just wanna talk.” Dustin repeated. Until Eddie finally released his grip on the glass.

His cheeks bloomed with tears as the images came flooding back to his head.

He finally began to explain the details of the night before, barley able to shake the words from his tongue as fear laced into his eyes.

“You all think I’m crazy right?”

“No. We don’t think your crazy at a-”

“Don’t bullshit me man! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.”

“We believe you.”

“Look-“ Dustin started before the sound of scraping metal sent everyone’s eyes scattered around.

Eddie turned his head at the familiar sound, shifting around before he caught site of her. threw the corner of his vision, she began crawling down the side of the wall behind them. Slamming her self on the ground before running on all fours and leaping straight for Dustin. Robin and navy jumping away in terror.

Shit. He thought. It wasn’t a dream.

Eddie stood up quickly eyes wide.

Steve grabbed the ore beside him wielding it, as (y/n) crashed down on top of Dustin, pinning him to the floor, her sharp teeth showing as she screeched at the boy underneath her. Dustin screamed in fear, the rest of the group yelling curses and scrambling to find items to fight with.

Steve held up his ore lifting it above him.

“WAIT! WAIT WAIT!!” Eddie yelled.

Steve stopped, breath jagged and fearful.

Dustin crying beneath the creature.

“(Y/n).” He spoke softly. Looking at her, claws embedded in Dustin’s chest.

“(Y\n) it’s ok. They’re with me. Ok? Understand.” He reached out, as she looked up at him. Growling, as whatever animals blood she had been eating dripped from her chin.

Steve’s fear got the best of him as he slammed the ore down on her back, causing a loud shriek to cascade from her mouth, as she turned and lunged at the man.

“Fuck! (Y/n) no no no!” Eddie ran around Dustin, grabbing onto her torso as her mouth nearly missed the side of Steve’s arm.

Eddie pulled her back holding her in his grip.

“Dude! I said wait!” Eddie yelled.

“Wait?! What is that thing! It could’ve have killed Dustin!” Steve screamed back.

(Y/n) struggled in Eddie’s grip, snarling up at the group.

“She wouldn’t have! Ok!” Eddie yelled back. Tightening his arm around her.

“(Y/n).” He stated “(y/n) calm down ok? Listen.” He breathed slowly, backing up with her. “Part of our argument included my friends ok?. It’s fine. They’re not gonna hurt you.” He looked at the ore beside Steve, sighing.

“Well not anymore, ok it was an accident. Just. Just calm down ok?” He talked quietly, as the others watched in worry.

She began to slow her protests in his arms, settling herself and looking up at him.

“Friends?” She asked.

“Yes. Yes friends ok? Not a threat. Now calm.” He demanded.

She slowly retracted her teeth, closing her mouth and breathing deeply as her eyes returned to almost normal.

“There you go… good girl.” He stated, feeling almost stupid treating her like some sort of animal. But I mean… she wasn’t really all that human either.

Dustin scrambled to his feat, fear and confusion in his wide eyes.

“Eddie what the fuck! Is that thing?” He asked.

“Ok.. ok I know how this looks. But SHE, is just uh…. A friend I made.. while in hiding. Ok?” He answered.

“A friend?!” Max yelled.

“Yes! Ok. She’s uh…. I don’t actually know. But she won’t hurt you ok. She’s just scared, and probably thought I was in trouble.” He stated.

“Yeah… yeah right ok. We’ve, defiantly dealt with weirder.” Robin said.

“She wouldn’t have attacked, this guy.” Eddie pointed at Steve. “If he would have just put the ore down.”

“Hey! Like I said! I was scared for Dustin!” Steve answered.

“We’ll all it did was hurt her and make her mad! Next time just let me handle it!” Eddie still had a light grip around her as she watched around the room.

“Ok! Ok. Eddie, who the hell is this? You’ve never mentioned her before.” Dustin asked.

“Well uh…” Eddie shifted his eyes. “I kinda just like… found her the other day… but it’s fine ok… she’s fine.”

“You just met her! And you trust she won’t fucking tear us apart!” Steve yelled.

“Listen! I know how it seems ok. But trust me. She’s fine. We have an agreement.”

“An agreement?!” Nancy questioned.

“Yes! An agreement! Right (y/n)? I don’t hurt you, you don’t hurt me. Ya?” He looked down at her as she nodded slowly.

“Yes.” She stated.

Eddie finally dropped the arm he had wrapped around (y/n), so she could stand up properly.

“Ok… so now that everyone’s done yelling!” Eddie shouted.

“(Y/n) this is Dustin, and red and their friends.” Eddie motioned.

She slowly walked over to Dustin, his demeanor tensing.

“Dustin.” She said extending a hand to him.

He flinched at her, looking down at the hand before cautiously extending his own.

“Uh. Yes.” He replied shaking it quickly before retracting himself, eyes wide looking at the blood still smeared on her face.

“She literally still has blood on her face Eddie.” Max questioned, causing Eddie to grimace.

“Oh right.” He said. “Look I promise it’s not human, she like… uh eats animals or somthing… (y/n) come here.” He commanded causing her to walk over to him quickly, as he used to corner of his sleeve to start whipping away at her mouth.

The group watched in complete confusion.

“I’m sorry… she eats animals?! Like… live ones?! Like she catches them?!” Nancy questioned.

“I mean… like technically we do to right?” Eddie quirked a brow causing Dustin’s face to drop.

“Dude she just comes when you call her?” He asked completely changing the subject.

“Uhhh yeah kinda I-“ Eddie’s started.

“Like a pet?” Steve questioned.

“No. No man, not like that she just-“ eddie tried again.

“Like an attack dog.” Dustin stated, eyes wide in awe.

“Dude no. Listen. She just, trusts me I don’t know.” He finally said.

“How do you know? I mean didn’t you just meet her?” Robyn asked.

“I - I just do! I mean it seems like it ok?”

Eddie argued with the group as (y/n) stood shifting her eyes to each of them.

“So what are you just gonna keep her around? Let her follow you?” Nancy asked from across the room, eyeing Eddie.

“Uhh.. I mean. She’s not hurting anyone.”

“She could!” Steve interjected.

“She won’t!” Eddie shouted back.

“I mean the least we could do is get her some new clothes and clean her up? She looks like she crawled out of a sewer.” Max mentioned,

“Ok fine, fine, Eddie just makes sure she doesn’t hurt anyone ok?” Dustin stated, putting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie looked at him and back over to the dirty quite girl looking around in confusion.

“She won’t. I know she won’t .” He replied quietly, glancing over at her with a small smile.

The Sacrifice (Eddie Munson x Jennifer's Body Reader) Chapter 2

Summary: Eddie Munson X Reader (Jennifer’s Body reader) You’re Hawkins High it girl, along with your best friend, Chrissy Cunningham. However, after a fateful bar fire, you find you have changed for the worse. Your hunger for flesh can’t be quenched until you decide to hook up with Eddie Munson, your long-time crush. (starts in the fall of 85)  

Minors DNI

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of Violence, mentions of r@pe/non con,  major character death, blood, gore, cannibalism, human consumption. bullying, smut, basically you’re a hot mean girl turned into succubus who’s had a raging crush on Eddie Munson.

A/N: This story follows what happened in the movie and continues to season 4. This is a multiple chapter fanfic. If you’re from tiktok you found me! Also we are on chapter 2 I had so much fun writing this! Thank you for all the support! It means so much to me! Leave me a comment of what you think, I love feedback!

Tags: @kingshitonly​ @onechaoticbih​ @imkikibtw @beebeerockknot​ 

Previous Chapter

Your eyes snapped open as you let out a blood-curdling scream. You scrambled to your feet and looked around you, trying to find any signs of the boys who had stabbed you only moments ago. You only saw darkness and heard the loud waterfall roaring behind you. You quickly looked down at yourself and noticed a dreadful amount of blood. Nothing was hurting you, which was strange given what you went through. You slowly pulled up your shirt but were surprised to see your stomach free of any wounds. It was as if your flesh had never been pierced. The only way you knew the events were real was the crimson color staining your clothes, the ground beneath you, and the discarded knife beside you. 

You didn’t know how you were alive right now. Surely they had killed you. There was too much carnage, and the pain of it all felt unbearable, as if you were dying. You start to stagger slowly out of the woods but feel a nagging pain in your stomach. It feels like you hadn’t eaten in days. As you reached the deserted road, you felt the hunger getting stronger. Your heels began to click and drag across the floor as you struggled to walk. The pain grew more, and you needed to eat NOW. You quickly assessed your surroundings and saw Eddie’s trailer park, only a few meters away.

You thought maybe you could eat something there and explain what happened. You knew he would be there for you. That’s just the nice person he is. You gasped out in pain as the hunger grew more vigorous. It was like the guys who killed you were stabbing you again. You growled lowly and continued your walk towards Eddie’s house. 

You slowly began to remember the fire and being removed from Chrissy’s grasp. Was she alive, or did she suffer the same fate as you? Was Eddie even alive? You began to worry as you arrived at his trailer and lazily knocked at the door. You inhaled and smelled something sweet and delicious. Your mouth began to water, and your hunger soon took over. 

Eddie opened the door, and he gasped as he scanned your figure. Your clothes were tattered and stained; the entire front of you was soaked in blood. Your makeup was smeared, and your eyes were bruised. This wasn’t what Eddie was used to seeing. You looked horrifying. Worse of all was the way you looked at him and smiled eerily. “Y/N, what happened to you?” He breathed out in concern. It was silent for a moment, the only noise being a low dripping sound coming from you. He looked down and noticed blood droplets rolling off your fingers and onto the floor.

“I’m so hungry.” You whispered to him. 

Eddie nodded his head and stood aside to let you in. He saw you rush to his fridge and crouch down, searching for food. You hastily threw various items from the fridge that seemed unappealing to you. He watched as you took a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and threw it to the floor. You quickly shoveled the food down your throat. Eddie closed the door and slowly walked towards you, “I’m not supposed to eat-” He suddenly slipped on a puddle of blood you had left behind.

 He quickly caught himself on the counter and looked towards you. You stared at him, devoided any emotions causing Eddie to squirm under your gaze. He didn’t know what happened to you after the bar fire. He tried to find you and Chrissy, but you two seemed to have disappeared, so he chalked it up to you hanging out with that band after. He didn’t expect you to come to his house in this state, rummaging his fridge and eating like a starved and rabid raccoon. 

His imagination began to run. He’s seen what happened to many girls on several true crime shows. They would go with a group of guys and end up dumped on the side of the road. It looked like this might have happened to you, but you somehow escaped. Eddie prayed Chrissy didn’t suffer the same fate since you two hung out together or if she escaped the fire. He focused his thoughts on you. He needed to get you help. Call the chief of police so they could give you medical attention ASAP before you bled all over his floor. Eddie slowly began to move closer to you, hoping to stop you from bleeding. 

He abruptly stopped as you opened your mouth and let out the highest-pitched scream Eddie had ever heard. He covered his ears and backed away from you. He was frankly terrified of you now. You began to gag and let out bloody black bile onto his floor. He watched in horror as the bile had hundreds of tiny spikes protruding and started moving. He’s never seen someone do that before, and he’s seen a lot of gross things. This just looked like something out of the exorcist. 

Eddie turned to run to the door, but a hand clamped around his shoulder and threw him into the wall. As his lungs screamed for oxygen, he felt the air knocked out of him. You pinned him to the wall with your body, your leg between both of his. You slowly brushed your teeth along his earlobe, causing him to shiver. Eddie always fantasized about you being this close to him but never like this.

 “Are you scared?” You asked hoarsely.  

Eddie doesn’t move away from you, scared he’ll anger you more. He’s seen a lot of scary movies and knows better to anger any thing. He just slowly nods, trying to keep his whimpers inside. You smelled his scent; it was so sweet and intoxicating to you. You felt drunk off of him. It was like a reflex to you as your canines extended and your mouth opened more than it should have. You felt like an Anaconda extending your mouth to devour your prey. You needed him. You needed to feed. That’s what the hunger pains you had were all about. At the moment, you didn’t care who Eddie was or what he meant to you. You needed the pain to stop. You were so desperate for it to stop. You tilted your head back, prepared to devour every last bit of flesh, when suddenly you heard him whimper something out. 

“Y/N, please.” He pleaded softly. His voice brought you back down to reality, and you quickly retracted from him and threw him to the ground, turning away from him. What were you doing?! Were you really about to eat Eddie like some cannibal monster? This wasn’t you. This never was you. What did they do? You sobbed and heard Eddie call out from the floor. He was still scared shitless, but his concern for you somehow gave him courage, “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked slowly. 

You didn’t want to turn to him, so you flung the door open and ran out of the house, into the woods again. “Y/N, wait!” Eddie called after you scrambling from the floor, but you were gone. He didn’t see any sign of you. He closed the door, still terrified, and made his way back to the kitchen. He had to find a way to clean up all this blood before his uncle came back. He looked at the phone and debated on calling the cops. What would he say? You tried to eat him? You threw up this nasty blood?

 He didn’t even know where you lived. He rubbed a hand down his face and decided to call Chrissy. He luckily had her number in case of emergencies or if she needed more weed for you and her. At least then he could call Chrissy, check if she was still alive, and have her check on you. Although explaining what happened tonight would be hard. How do you tell someone their best friend probably got raped, almost killed, and tried to eat you? As he dialed her number on his landline, he decided to leave the last bit out. 

All night you had been trying to eat various foods to curb your appetite. It was to no avail. Everything you ate, you had vomited it up. The same thing that happened at Eddie’s house happened to you at yours. You were lucky that your parents weren’t home to see you like this. They were on a week-long vacation, which you took advantage of. You showered off all the blood, twigs, and food pieces that were on your body. You felt more relaxed but still painfully hungry and annoyed. 

The landline in your room kept ringing, and you knew it was Chrissy. You didn’t want to answer it now in your state, but you needed to know if she was okay. You called Chrissy and lied to her, saying that the guys had let you off, and you simply walked home. You didn’t want her to worry or get involved with this. She had taken care of you enough at the bar. 

“But Eddie told me you went to his house and were all bloody.” 

You cursed Eddie under your breath, “Yeah, I did.” You faked a cheery voice, “But I wasn’t covered in blood. Maybe that freak is like mental or something. He’s seen way too many movies.” You snorted. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? Eddie seemed pretty convinced.” She was worried about you. When Eddie called her, he seemed frantic and anxious. She had never heard his voice sound like that, so she assumed it must have been bad, especially since those guys forced you into their van. Chrissy promised she would call the police, but when she did, they said nothing could be done because there was no license plate number. It would just be a report. There were no witnesses, so all Chrissy could do was hope for the best. 

“I’m fine, Chrissy nothing happened.” Your voice caught her attention again. 

“Okay, Y/N. I called the police after Eddie called, but they said they had no case. I’m not sure if they’ll call you and ask what happened.” She admitted. 

You gripped the phone angrily. Eddie had ran his mouth to Chrissy; now, the police would be involved. You didn’t want to be known as the girl who was almost raped and abducted. It wasn’t suitable for your social status. Besides, you didn’t know what happened that night. Sure, you remembered getting sacrificed to this otherworldly being, but you didn’t know how you came back. 

“Okay, Chrissy, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hung up the phone before she could properly say goodbye to you.

You knew when tomorrow would come, you would see Eddie in the hallway or the cafeteria, and he would demand to know what the fuck happened. You sat next to him in class, so it was unavoidable. You tried to devise a plan to answer all his questions, but nothing came to mind. That’s why you decided to pretend like it didn’t happen when the next day came. Eddie had no proof you were about to eat him or that you threw up black and bloody bile on his floor. It was your word against his. 

You sighed as you walked with Chrissy, thoroughly annoyed at the people crying and mourning over two of your classmates who had burned in the fire. You stopped at your locker and yanked it open with force, “Oh boo hoo.” You said sarcastically. 

Chrissy gave you a disapproving look, “Y/N people died. Like a lot. They got burned, trampled, or choked. It’s all over the news. National news.” 

You rolled your eyes and tried to fix your dead and unhealthy hair. You were still starving, but the raw meat you devoured in the morning sorta curved it. “Anyone, we know?” You asked.

“We know everyone!” She exclaimed. 

Under normal circumstances, you would have cared, but your hunger for flesh seemed to outweigh it. “I know it’s tragic, but I’m not feeling so good. I’m sorry.” You confessed and turned to her with a pout. In reality, it was true. Your hair was dry and brittle, your usual plump lips were chapped and cracked, and your skin was dull and lifeless. You looked like you had stayed up for 12 consecutive nights without sleep. Chrissy softly smiled at you, “I know, Y/N. I’m just so glad you’re okay.” She hugged you tightly. 

You returned her hug and caught Eddie’s gaze from across the hall. His eyes bulged as he saw you, but he nervously approached you. He had to know if you were okay and if everything he saw was a dream. 

You broke the hug with Chrissy, “Can I talk to you, Y/N?” He asked unsurely. 

Chrissy smiled up at him, “Hi Eddie.” 

Eddie smiled back down at her and turned to you, “Uh, just like in private.” 

Chrissy got the hint and excused herself, and walked toward Jason. Eddie looked around him as he saw a couple of people giving him strange looks, but they continued with their business. He turned his attention back on you and noticed how dead you had looked. Your hair was lifeless, and you seemed to have bruises in some areas on your face. Most people would have chalked it up to the bar fire you two had been in, but he felt there was more to it, especially after last night. 

He leaned toward you and whispered, “What happened last night? You threw up this evil bile shit in my kitchen and were all bloody.”

You gave him an emotionless stare, “I don’t remember that.” You said blankly. 

Eddie blinked, clearly confused, “you tried to eat me!” He whispered a little too loud.

You smirked at him, amused. He wasn’t going to let you get away with lying that easily. You were sad that he had been the one to see you in that state. You wished it would have been some other jock who thought less of you but no. The universe had a sick sense of humor and decided your long-time crush would see you like that. You had to be mean to him. Maybe it would shoo him off, and he’ll stop bugging you. You had to shut him up before he ended up telling the whole school or, worse, the police. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You glared at him. 

Eddie began to grow frustrated the more stupid you played. “What’s wrong with you?!” He stressed. He knew this was another mind game you were playing. You were trying to make him believe that none of this happened, but it did. He recalls how he had tried various ways to clean up the bile you had left. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No, what’s wrong with you, besides the obvious surface flaws.” You put up your mean girl front again, trying to get him to leave you alone and drop the topic. You inhaled and smelled the sickly sweet scent of him again. Your stomach began to twist, and your mouth water. He needed to leave. NOW. Before you devoured him in front of everyone. 

He raised his hands and displayed his dirty black fingernails, “Ew.” You laughed dryly, “You need a mani bad. Now leave me alone and stop trying to make shit up.” You snapped at him and pushed past him, bumping his shoulder. Eddie watched as you walked off towards your usual group of rich kids and jocks. It was as if the whole world saw nothing was wrong with you. 

At lunch, Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Not only because you were so pretty but also because you didn’t seem right. You hadn’t touched your food which was unusual. You always ate your lunch. He thought back to the night before when you tried to eat him and how you raided his fridge. It was as if you wanted flesh to satisfy your hunger. 

“Eddie!” Dustin waved his hand in front of his face. 

He smacked Dustin’s hand down, “what, Henderson?” He asked, annoyed. 

He knew he was caught staring at Y/N again, but it was for a different reason. 

“Dude, you keep staring at Y/N. I’m trying to talk to you about our D&D session next Friday.” Dustin stressed. 

Eddie flickered his gaze to him and shoved a pretzel in his mouth, waiting for him to continue. 

“Lucas has practice that day, and we were  wondering if we could possibly, maybe,” 

“Postpone.” Mike blurted out.

Eddie threw his pretzel on his tray and jumped out of his seat, grabbing the back of Mike’s and Dustin’s necks. “Postponing isn’t an option. Find a replacement.” He warned them. The two freshmen swallowed thickly and exchanged looks with one another. They knew they were dead if they didn’t find one.

“How about you ask Y/N since you’re always staring at her?” Gareth joked. Eddie grimaced and let go of the two boys. “Nah, man, she’s not into that.” He faked a smile. He glanced at you again, but your eyes were already on him this time. You were starting to creep him out.

“Since next Friday is Halloween, how about we dress up as our characters?” Dustin suggested. Eddie turned back to him, “Yeah, yeah, sure.” He sat back down in his chair and stabbed a fork into his food.

“Eddie, are you okay? You seem a little spaced out,” Mike pointed out. Eddie was still a little shaken after your encounter last night. He wanted answers. He knew none of it was a dream since he vividly remembered the putrid smell of the carnage you left behind. He also remembers having to tell his uncle he ate the entire rotisserie chicken by himself. “I’m just a little tired,” He confessed to them. The group shrugged and continued on with discussing their plans.

Tall!Fey!Goddess!Reader Profile

• Powers (You have all the powers of the scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff From Wanda vision but…Purple not red….You also have all the powers of Raven/Rachel Roth from titians 2018)

• Your Eyes

• Hand/Claw Options

• Your Crown

• Wings and Horns (Inspired by Maleficent)

• Your Teeth (Inspired By Abigail Lazar From Abigail 2024)

• Your Outfit (Inspired By Maleficent)

• Phoenix Form

• Full Name: Y/n L/n

• Height: 8’9

• Age: 16 Billion Years Old

• Personality: Kind, Loving, Caring, Calm, Serious, Sarcastic, Etc

• Allas: The Dark Fey, Fey Goddess, The Fey Goddess, Amethyst Witch, The Amethyst Witch (you know…instead of ‘the scarlet witch’ it’s ‘the Amethyst Witch’), Demon, The Demon, Queen y/n, Etc

• Hair Color: Raven Black (with a purple hair streak)

• Sexuality: Bisexual

• Species: Fey/Demon/Phoenix Goddess

• Skin Color: Very Pale

• Voice: Deep, Feminine, And Otherworldly

Scarlet Witch Crown In Different Colors

some escape from my sin

ultimate thanks to the ever-genius @heart-eye-harrington​ for giving me the idea for this fic!! and to the catsluts for helping!! <3 have some pain <3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: When the Mind Flayer gets a hold of the reader, Steve tries to break through to them before time runs out (aka flayed!reader)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: cursing, violence mention

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It happens too quickly for Steve to stop it.

The moment the mind flayer lets your limp and unconscious body slump to the ground, Steve - and everyone - knows, logically, that while you may not be dead yet, you’re more than a lost cause - you’re an impossibility, an untouchable, a marionette controlled by another.

He knows that each moment brings him closer to the one in which he loses you. Maybe that’s why he’s doing this. Why he hoisted you into his arms and carried you inside, why he deposited you safely behind the Scoops Ahoy counter and bound your hands and legs; why he refuses to let go.

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The Curse on Lover's Lake (Eddie Munson x reader)

**18+** Trigger Warnings: Mature themes, nudity, blood mentioned, angst.

1 - Hawkin's Resident Freak

2 - Who are you?

//🌖🌖🌖\\

I was awoken with a jolt. I had overslept and it was already nighttime. The dark weighing heavy on me, I had barely escaped yesterday. It was getting smarter and you knew you wouldn't be able to move as fast after the all day running you just finished. You were even more scared that your luck, that your existence was waning, but maybe you can move to the other side... maybe you could stay there. Maybe you could be among the things you really wanted, be around all the pieces of life that you only knew glimpses of.

That's when you hear the scraping, the drip of saliva, and then that rumble of a growl. The creature was near. I was not safe here anymore... well I never was safe, but now I am unable to rest.

Without really thinking you take off, sticks and slick from the other creatures causing you to stumble. The roar of the creature behind you, the smell of it, and worse the sounds of it hunting you.

It was a strange creature. They looked like flowers, they presented as something you thought would be lovely, but instead they left scars on your body. They made you shed endless tears and they left you hollow to all parts of life except surviving.

This chase though, this was one you couldn't win and the creature knew it. There was a snap and a crack of branches, the familiar hiss as it breathed into the darkness of your reality. You couldn't do this. You needed an escape. You just wanted a chance to feel the light on your skin and smell one last flower that didn't threaten your existence.

You scream as you run, you want nothing more than to escape, it knows your desperate, the sounds it's making are like a curse, a monster that has been toying with its prey. You can hear it pick up it's pace, the ground crunching under its feet, you see the sky light up in excitement of the chase. This world toyed with you, it made you and it wanted to consume you.

This was the point where you would just lie down, let the monster take you, end your suffering, but something inside couldn't help but feel today you could make it, today you would break through that barrier and today you would be free.

The thin cloth that clung to your body was catching on the trees, scrapes and traces of blood sure to be left, you decide to lose the cloth, be free to hit and tear away unhindered.

Your hair was stuck to your back, unclean and matted from the last few days, you dared a bath just seven days prior, the cool rush of the water only adding to your discomfort. You wondered when the last time you were actually warm was. Your bath was short lived as the creature is always looking, always waiting.

Tonight was different, it was angry, it wanted to kill you. A Flash... then the cry of the creature breaks your chain of thought. Your legs are screaming for you to stop, but you can't, you can't, you won't. You need to live, it's then that you see the water, the creature doesn't like the water, you love it. Jumping in you dive down... down deeper until you reach the bottom. That's when you see the low golden tones of the sun setting and you know it'll be safe. The sudden stillness of the water intercepted as you feel the monster has reached the waves. It won't be long till he comes for you.

You push through the opening and swim with all your might to the surface, time halted, your lungs on fire, then as you get to the surface you realize you can't be there... that barrier, the one you know only goes down once in a while. You start to hit the barrier, thinking you would die right there. Thinking you would just let the water on this side take you.

Why weren't you able to cross?

That's when your pounding was met with something unknown... a warmth, fingers help you push through and hot breath catches across your forehead.

Who is this?

//🎸🎸🎸\\

You did it. You saved her. Her fingers were chilled and grasp your arms. She met your eyes and one word left her lips, "run!"

You didn't think, pulling her into you and feeling her cling to your clothes. You swim and you swim till your feet hit the shore. She clamors onto the dirt then doesn't stop as she reaches for your hand.

"Run?" You ask looking at her, the strange fright in her eyes stops you as you turn to see the water growing even darker. That's when you see it, the familiar smoke of the Flayed, the monster that crept into your friend Will's world, the same monster that kept Henry prisoner, and further still the same monster that drove Max's brother Billy to kill. It's crashing against the waters surface, unable to break free, the monster is screaming at the futility of not being able to breach the water's surface.

The shrill sound making you cover your ears. A tension deep inside, the fear of knowing how awful this creature was. You would need to talk to Steve tomorrow.

She starts to stand when you shake your head, you wanted to make sure taking her was a good idea, a beat of silence comes over the area and you look at her, "Yea... uh... let's go.." You stuttered as you took off towards your van, the world a blur as the darkness of night fell on the lake. As soon as he got to where his feet could feel like they had once again met with solid ground, not just soft mud, she was running, but you could see she was slow. You scooped her up into your arms. She gripped around your neck, her body shaking and as you raised her up into the air, You begin to notice there was a difference to her, she was so light, skin taut and her frame looked like she was starved.

Who is she?

Where is she from?

What had happened to you?

Why was that monster so keen on getting to her?

Then looking down his face warmed, her body had nothing on it, no clothes, her hair long and she was covered in plants and other mud from the lake. You get to the van, opening the back and climbing in. You rummage around till you find a towel tossing it at the girl. She's watching you, her eyes curious and as she touches the towel her mouth goes agape, "soft."

"Yea. Soft." Eddie isn't sure if she is dumb, traumatized or worse a monster herself, but right now he couldn't help but stare at her. She was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, even gross and swamp skinned. She was in fact just stunning. Her words seemed to muddle together like she had no use for them where she was from, an instinct to protect her, to make sure she is okay hit Eddie deep in his chest, "I'm going to take you somewhere safe okay?"

"safe." She repeated, "soft?" She pointed to the towel and you can't help but chuckle and nod. She looked at you unable to really understand what you were saying, it made him worry, but that's when you nodded curled up against the side of the van, the chill not hitting you from the lake. Your small body shaking almost uncontrollably, Eddie then looked around and saw his jacket in the passenger seat, he reached over and then came over to you draping the material over your toweled frame, "I'm Eddie."

Your eyes meet his and it's like the world stopped. He knows you. Eddie is not sure how but the look in your eyes to be helped is all he needs. He then runs to start the van, leaving you in the back, promising himself to drive slowly and carefully. The screams had stopped and he was sure that thing would not be leaving that abyss.

He then spoke slowly, "Taking you home."

He watched your head nod and then with a small smile he pulled back towards his trailer, soaked to the bone, but with this new mission. He wanted to make sure he saved you, he also knew that this meant there was a new danger. The monsters in the upside down hadn't ended with Vecna, there was still so much more.

//🌖🌖🌖\\

As you arrive at the trailer, it starts to become real, you are not inside your nightmare anymore, there are others around you. The moving contraption vibrated under you and it was strange the warmth that everything had, it wasn't all scary like your usual hiding places. You liked the smell of the person that helped you, and you really liked this soft fur he gave you.

The moving vibration stopped as you arrived at what looked like a familiar spot, this was one of the places you have hidden, but it was different. It was not scary. He helped you out of the "van", that's the word he used. He called himself.. Eddie...he threaded his fingers with yours, his jacket the only piece of clothing on your body. He peered into the cave of metal and started to thank something called god that a Wayne was gone for the night. Hurrying you to another room he opened his mouth to say, "shower." He points and you tilt your head, he sighs as he walks you over and turns on the water. He places his hand under and then motions for you to get in.

Water inside? Why? What is it he is trying to tell you? You wished you could answer his words. You can tell he wasn't trying to hurt you, but you were unsure if he was going to give you back to the creature. You hesitantly step under the water and the warmth enveloped you, a feeling you had never felt, and before you knew it a sound left your mouth that caused Eddie to groan. You watched him as you let the water pour down, unsure how it all would work. Eddie rubs his face and undresses, realizing you didn't know how to wash or what to do besides make the hottest sounds his ears could hear. He waits a beat before you turn from him and as you see him without clothes your fingers start to wander, your touch making him groan and whimper as it was new and pleasing to the both of you. He turns you around and runs his fingers through your hair, "how long were you down there?"

The black muck and vegetation sliding off you, the revelation of your skin was not lost on Eddie, he breathed harshly, "beautiful."

Your hands emboldened with the new warmth, you turn back towards him, the water streaming down your body and you want to touch him more, your voice failing you and you look him in the eyes, you touch his lips and say the word back to him, "Beauti...fu..l"

His eyes get big and he shakes his head, "Yea. You don't know how to talk huh?"

You shake your head and he tilts his own, "But you can understand me?" You nod then look around as Eddie starts to clean your body with the washcloth, his fingers gliding under the cloth, but he is acutely aware of all the pieces he can touch. You eyes follow his fingers as you both just breathe, that's when he sighs, "Do you have a home?"

You tilt your head. Home. What does that mean? You shake your head, unsure what the question really was, but knowing you don't have anything that matches that word. He frowns, "let's get you some clothes and then we need to figure out how to communicate."

You nod as you start to wander about the water room, opening various containers and they smelled like different types of flowers, you liked the smells. Eddie watched you and then placed some of the contents in his hand, he started to run it through his hair, motioning for you to do the same. You nod and then sensation of it on your head was too much, the moans that came out of your lips made Eddie close his eyes, "Fuck."

You go to speak but the contents get into your eye, you cry out and Eddie laughs as he tries to get you to let the water run into your now burning eye, he's got his arm around you as he soothes you. The sounds all too familiar and you hold your eye closed, "not soft."

This makes Eddie start to laugh uncontrollably, "Nope. Not soft."

He shakes his head as he helps you finish washing, he called it washing, and you smelled different after the process. His eyes wandering all over your body as he touched spots on your hips and back, "Not soft."

You look down to see the remains of a where the creature had bitten and clawed at you. There was a sudden acknowledgement of the damage, "Not soft." you whispered.

//🎸🎸🎸\\

I couldn't help but stare at her, she was a mystery. The marks, scars and twinge of smell she came with must be from years of being down inside that place. You had noted she was curious of everything, so it could be years she was trapped down there. I remember that Will said he had lasting effects from the upside down, you were worried this girl was more bad than good. She was able to understand some of what you were saying, it was almost elementary, but you knew you needed help if you were going to get her to stay here. Stay safe.

You watch as she starts to look about the trailer, everything was interesting to her, she was so damn beautiful, now smelling like Veronica's old soaps, it was almost like they took on a different life, a different world. She was touching photos and smiling, the look on her face meant she was limited to her contact with our world. I touched the phone wondering if they were a good idea, but you knew you couldn't do this alone, not with her being so vulnerable. Eddie, this is for her, just call. Steve always understands. You dial the number and his voice answers so clearly, "Harrington residence."

"Steve." My voice squeaks out, "You done with the party?"

"Eddie? You okay?" Steve sounded panicked, "It's just Henry, Robin and I now."

"Fuck. I um... found someone.... at the lake... she's ..." You rubbed your face as you look over and she's on the couch, curled up and looking at you, "Soft." she repeats as she bounces on the cushions and you just laugh, "I um... may have saved some girl from the Flayed..."

"What?!" Steve about came unglued, "You at home? She alright? Do we know her?"

"Steve. Just get over here. Please." I sigh, "She's fucking gorgeous..."

"And you need my help?" Steve chuckled, "Alright, but Henry is coming with, so guard her."

I could hear Henry chuckling and the line went dead, now to get her dressed, maybe just tug her to your room and then... fuck, this was going to mean you have to deal with her being naked once more. You can do this Eddie, you aren't being disrespectful, you saved her. That's when you look at her, she hasn't moved and is watching you.

You point to your bedroom and she tilts her head as you sigh, "I need to get you dressed."

I walk past her motioning for her to follow, she is like a little baby bird, just running along behind me, and I can't help but watch her look around, she's too gorgeous. She tugs on my towel, "Dressed?"

"soft" I point to the towel, "more soft"

With that we go into my room, there is so much in there, fuck why don't I clean, but she doesn't seem to mind, she is just standing in the doorway. I turn to her and she is eyeing my bed, I raise an eyebrow, "you okay? You're safe."

"mine." she whispers, "soft is mine."

I am not sure what she is saying and decide to pull out some boxers and a shirt, tossing them on the bed, "yours. soft." I can't believe I am talking like this. She walks over and presses the towel to her face then just drops it, her body on display, making me turn quickly. I can hear shuffling and I turn to see the shirt on and her holding the boxers out, "mine?"

I chuckle, "Yes." As I walk over with my own pair, dropping my towel and showing her how to put them on. Her eyes get big and she goes to lift her leg into one of the holes falling backwards onto the bed. She couldn't have survived in the upside down, she's so gentle. I laugh and walk over, helping her get both legs in, gliding the shorts to her thighs, the contact with her skin made me shudder, "Soft." I said by accident and she smiled. She pulled on the boxers and took my hand in hers, placing it against her cheek, "soft. Eddie. soft."

She then stopped and pointed to herself, "soft."

I nodded and she just smiled, I was hoping she had a name, but it seemed to be foreign to her. I can then hear the sounds of the familiar BMW pulling up as well as Robin's squeals about another hot girl being found. She stood up and gripped my arm, "danger."

"No, they are here to help. Good. Soft." I took the towel to dry her hair and smiled at her. She nodded and allowed me to finish and lead her to the living room where they were waiting, I forgot I was just in boxers till Henry gives me a look, "We interrupt?"

"No. Um she was trapped under the lake... like it was glass..." I started to mumble and then Henry's eyes fall on you, it's like he was stalled, his mind slowly filling in the missing pieces, "Oh fuck... you're still alive..."

She hides behind me, snarling, "danger. Vecna."

I smirk, so Henry wasn't going to be a problem, but the fact she knows who he is... Steve then motions for Henry to leave, he makes a slight pause, "she has been down there a long time. Be careful."

She is still behind me till she can see he has left, leaping to the window to watch him disappear towards his next conquest's trailer. He always had a place to stay. She peered back to me and Steve just watched her intently, "You're safe."

"She doesn't speak well. I think she was down there longer than most... she's limited on words." I go to say something else and she's threaded her fingers with mine again, "scared."

I nod and Steve softens his look, "okay. let's sit, maybe go over what you saw."

Robin puts out her hand, "I'm Robin."

She looks at her hand and touches it with her finger, the smile comes across her face as she looks at me, "soft?"

I nod, "soft. Robin."

This was going to be a long night. She curled up next to me, the sensation of someone needing me was making me temporarily feel better. Steve noted the difference and Robin ran off to spend the night with Max, leaving yourself and Steve to kind of decipher the situation. You brought out crayons and she was drawing images of water and monsters. You also brought her a dictionary and Steve wrote your names on a paper for her to draw pictures of us. She was good at drawing, the activity calming her. She still had to be touching me, it was unique and even when I had to go to the bathroom, she wanted to come with, I had to basically slink off quickly. Steve wasn't happy that she was so scared of him, but it slowly wore off, then she was chatting with him about images.

The sun slowly rose and you all realized you had been talking most of the evening. It was then that you really noted she was different, the colors of red, orange and yellow beamed in through the blinds and she just started to cry, "soft"

It was then that we knew she just stated soft for things she liked or felt were safe. Steve nodded and pointed to the colors, "Sunrise."

"sunrise." she repeated, "Eddie. Steve. Robin. Sunrise."

                                                                               //🌖🌖🌖\\

Sunrise. That's what the boy named Steve called it. This night was filled with new discoveries, but the colors that burst across the sky, I would never forget. I didn't have these colors down below. This upside down as Eddie called it. I wish I could communicate more with them, but I don't know all the words, I don't know these things they say, but I do still feel him.

Vecna.

You haven't changed. You are the same. You smell the same. I hate you.

He is the reason sister left. He is the reason I was alone. He is the reason the monster got so powerful. I hate him.

I feel a hand on my cheek as I look at Eddie, "do you want to go to sleep?"

I know sleep. I heard sister use that when she would rest. I would watch her for hours, she was so peaceful. I would like to try that. I nod at him and as he moves away, I get a feeling of fear, I need to stay near him, he was soft and mine.

Steve smiled, "I'll be back later. Maybe with Eleven. She can help."

Eddie nodded at that sentence, I caught the words help and later. I am slowly gathering the different meanings. I followed Eddie back to the room with all his things, it was strange, I can't tell him.. this room was where I would hide, this was a safe space for me and now being with him I know why he is so safe, his smell was there. He had been there before, he had been in your world.

"Here." Eddie moves you to the bed and then as he lays down, "soft?"

You smile, "Eddie is soft."

He stops and nods, the three words were enough for you to curl into him, warm and safe. Your eyes feeling heavy and before you could think about it too much everything went quiet. The only sound you can hear is Eddie breathing and a faint steady rhythm of his heart beat.

Part 2 of 2: Pagtingin (Feelings) [Steve Harrington x Reader]

a/n: hello. it me. i definitely did not forget to post part two. if you would believe it, i was actually getting sick every week the past month because of the insane hours and workload of my new job. so, umm, probably not lasting long there... i wanna be pretty again and lose all the stress hives all over my body.

summary: based on this blurb on a hanahaki au/flayed!reader

word count: 12k words (big boi over here; i definitely bullied our girl throughout this entire chapter)

warning: barely proofread, only edited twice; no use of y/n; steve is an oblivious himbo (but i'll excuse it because he was the ultimate bbg in s3); ANGST TRAIN, hurt no comfort; moms of hawkins summer '85 (i have 911 on standby); billy "walking red flag" hargrove; unrequited feelings / pining; minor violence; body horror (it's hanahaki, what'd you expect?); writer's torture of a self-insert character; stranger things season 3 canon, but Alexei lives fyuck canon actually; metal goodboi cameo

You despised summer. You didn’t used to hate summer, but working in the summer heat when your recently recurring childhood asthma gets triggered by intense heat wasn’t the best option for you. While you couldn’t pass off as a lifeguard at the Hawkins Community Pool, your neighbour and acquaintance, Heather Holloway, pulled some strings to have you manning the snack bar.

It wasn’t ideal, but it certainly opened up the opportunity to listen in to a lot of gossip all around town. Not your favourite pastime, yet Heather enjoyed the very juicy ones, something you noticed she most likely inherited from her father, the chief editor for the town’s paper. Every time her shift ended, so did yours and either you share interesting stories of the day while you drive home or to the newly opened Starcourt Mall.

“Ew, those women are either married or divorced,” your nose wrinkled in disgust at Heather’s favourite gossip topic, Hawkins group of moms. Specifically, their scheduled visits to the pool whenever Billy Hargrove would be on duty as lifeguard.

“He likes the attention, I guess,” Heather shrugged, “and the moms get to ogle eye candy.”

“Still a minor, Heather.”

“Uh-uh, he turned 18 a few months back,” Heather argued, though the distaste was apparent on her face. “The term is barely legal.” Then she suddenly giggled. “I’m still calling the police when they make a direct move,” she half-joked. “I know they call me a bitch behind my back.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And you’re a sissy,” Heather shot back. “When are you going to ask Steve Harrington ou— JESUS!” She clung at the grab handle when your foot landed too much on the gas pedal. “No need to take me with you to hell just because you can’t get a date.” Then with a cheeky grin, she added, “I heard Steve can’t get a date either, and he talks up anyone at that ice cream place.”

You slammed the brakes. “That’s it!” you exclaimed. “You’re walking the rest of the way to Starcourt!” The only reply you had was Heather’s maniacal giggles at getting you so riled up.

You and Heather parted ways when you arrived at Starcourt after telling you that she’d be getting a ride home with her date. You waved her off and headed to Scoop’s Ahoy. A group of girls were giggling as they were leaving when you got there. You also noticed the whiteboard that Robin, Steve’s co-worker, held up, adding another tally on the “You suck” scoreboard.

“See what I have to deal with?” Steve immediately ranted, jerking a finger at Robin’s direction. “If you worked with me, I don’t have to be subjected with workplace abuse.”

You and Robin snorted in sync. “You poor baby,” you cooed teasingly while pinching Steve’s cheek. “How can I ever live without the longer shifts, ridiculous uniform, and being your wingman?” You earned another laugh from Robin while Steve scoffed before shooting you a pout.

“Well, you certainly miss me since you constantly visit as soon as your shift ends,” Steve shot back.

“Sure, I’m definitely not here as Heather’s chauffer to her movie date,” you said, “or just hanging out at the comic book store.”

“You want me to come wi—?”

“Bye, Robin!” you ignored his offer yet still blowing Steve a raspberry to which he rolled his eyes at. Exiting the ice cream shop, you made you way to the pharmacy first before the comic book store. It was mostly empty when you got there, so it was a breeze in getting your prescription inhaler.

It’s been forever since you had asthma, the last one during your elementary days. Your wheezing fits had only come back since that occurrence in those tunnels that you still see in your nightmares. However, after the countless tests and screening from military scientists, they cleared it to just “your body shifting from all the trauma.”

You’d think after opening gates to other dimensions with monsters, they’d be able to create a cure for asthma.

The thought was highly amusing to you that you almost missed the fiery redhead that just entered the pharmacy. Your eyes watched Max Mayfield carefully as she walked through the aisles with her head low, trying to be inconspicuous. Grabbing your bag of prescription, you slowly followed where Max wandered off, which happened to be a shelf of bandages.

You almost let it go, knowing that her skateboard hobby always led her to a number of scrapes and bruises. But when she reached for the bandage wrap on the high shelf, her shirt sleeve revealed a hand-shaped mark wrapped around her pale wrist. Trying to be nonchalant as possible, you approached her and grabbed the bandage for her, ignoring how Max quickly put her arm down and tugged at her sleeve.

“Skateboarding mishap again, red?”

Max’s signature cocky smirk covered the surprise on her face. “It’s one of my better falls,” she said. Then her eyes wandered to the prescription bag in my hand. “Still have those? They said you’d be better in a couple of weeks since the incident.”

“Well, I didn’t, so here I am,” you shrugged. “Hey, listen, I’m heading out to the comic book store if you want to tag along. My treat.”

Once you were at the community pool. Though you resorted to buying your carefully as she skimmed through the new arrival stack. You didn’t really have anything worth buying since most of the comics you read are from Dustin’s collection that he recommends and lends to you every other week. Sometimes you get the appeal, sometimes you didn’t. Still, it was a great way to pass the time when things are slow from working the snack bar at the comic book store if you want to tag along. My treat.”

Maybe you should’ve offered to buy Max a cone from Scoops Ahoy instead.

“You got any good recommendations?” you randomly asked the guy who just walked in. You seem to have caught him off-guard, the look of surprise that you were talking to him. “Munson, right?”

“Yeah, Eddie,” he said after a brief pause. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to read comics.”

You thought so too. But you also didn’t think that monsters that live in an alternate dimension exist.

You shrugged. “I read almost anything to pass the time,” you said. “Henderson lends me a lot of X-men.”

Eddie was about to reply when Max approached you with two Wonder Woman comics. “I can pay for the other one,” she offered.

You scoffed lightly and ruffled the top of her head. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you said. “Didn’t I say it was my treat?” Before she could argue, you snatched both copies from her hand and headed to the counter with her trailing behind you. “See you around, Munson.”

You and Max wandered aimlessly around the mall. You offered to go watch whatever movie was in the cinema, but Max turned you down, saying that she had plans with the party later that week once their campaign planning was through. After you ran out of things to do, you offered to drive her home, which she sheepishly accepted.

Before you could even pull out the parking area, Max said, “I know you saw the bruise. You didn’t have to do all that to make me feel better.”

A surprised smile tugged at your lips, impressed on how quickly she caught up on your intentions. “I don’t really have any sisters to dote on,” you said, “so it isn’t entirely on pity. I know you can stand up for yourself, red.” You continued, “But promise me one thing?”

Max nodded.

“You tell me when anything gets too much, okay?” You held her hand to show your support. “I’m always going to be here for you.” Trying to lighten up the mood, you added, “Billy is a prick anyway.” Then you pulled the car into drive.

“He has it worse than me.”

You tried to hold in your composure, but you couldn’t help your eyebrows rising up at the unexpected information. You always suspected something going on with Billy. No one suddenly becomes an asshole overnight. That you knew from being friends for a long time with Steve. Aside from the horrible friends he used to have, Steve grew up with his parents barely around, and even if they were, his father was always either hard on him or emotionally absent.

“Well, it doesn’t give him the right to take it out on you.”

“I know.”

Later that week, you were at your usual spot at the snack booth. The heat was especially brutal that day at it almost felt that your lungs were constricting every time you tried to breathe out. Not even ice water seemed to help, and when the thin clouds cleared, the blaring sunlight only made it worse, even though you were under the shade of the booth.

“Hey, watch the stand for me?” you said to your co-worker who mostly just tried to look busy by restacking cans of soda and rearranging the chips as a way to avoid kids yelling out their orders. He sighed but nodded, getting up to man the counter. On your way out of the booth, you pulled out your inhaler out of your backpack and staggered into the searing sunlight to make your way to Heather.

As you took a blip of your inhaler, you didn’t notice the person near you and collided into them, sending your inhaler flying. “Shit,” you muttered, picking up the plastic case. “Sorry about that.” You looked up and paled upon the realisation that you bumped into Billy Hargrove.

Billy didn’t seem to mind and just grunted before brushing past you. If anything, he looked as disoriented as you, dishevelled and profusely sweating. He had an obvious stumble to his step on his way to the locker room to what you assumed was to get ready for his shift.

You had half a mind to approach him when you heard “Hey! No dunking, Curtis!” from the pool area. You were suddenly reminded of your current task and shrugged off the Billy’s concerning state. For all you know, he was still probably drunk from whatever party he was at last night. It was summer break after all.

You carefully avoided being splashed near the poolside as you circled over to where Heather was stationed at the lifeguard post. Unfortunately, you almost tripped from another dizzy spell again and collided with another person. Just your luck.

“Oh, dear,” a woman this time voiced her concern. “Are you okay, hon? Maybe you should stay out of the heat.”

You steadied yourself and stared into the eyes of Karen Wheeler. “I’m okay, Mrs. Wheeler,” you wheezed. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Drink some water!” Mrs. Wheeler called out before walking off.

Finally, you were able to tell Heather that you were cutting your shift short and that you couldn’t drive her to her dad’s office as you agreed on earlier that day. She waved you off and told you to drive carefully, assuring you that she could always call her mom to pick her up later.

On your way out, you noticed Mrs. Wheeler coming out of the locker room looking distressed and teary-eyed. She didn’t seem to notice you staring at her as she made her way back to the pool area. A few moments later, Billy came out of the same room, still looking as physically uncomfortable as before.

For the past weeks of working at the pool, it was no secret that one of Billy’s favourite moms was Mrs. Wheeler. But was there really some illicit affair between them? You probably wouldn’t put it past Billy, but the woman had three kids, for goodness’ sakes. You made a mental note to ask Heather what she knew about it tomorrow.

After a gruelling half hour drive while cranking your A/C up to full blast, you finally got home. You barely got a mouthful of ice water when your door rang. You wondered who it could be when the neighbours knew that you and your parents were usually at work during the entire day.

“Hey, can you drive us to Starcourt?”

You stared into the wild grins of El and Max, standing excitedly on your doorstep. Fifteen minutes later, you were back in your car, playing chauffeur for the two girls giggling from the backseat of your car.

“I’m telling you, El, boyfriends lie,” Max insisted. She poked you. “Tell her.”

You chuckled dismissively at their tween antics. “I wouldn’t know.”

Both El and Max paused and focused their attention on you.

“You haven’t dated anyone?”

“I’ve been on dates,” you clarified, “but I never really dated anyone.”

“Why?” El asked. It was more inquisitive than mocking or accusatory. She was very curious, that one.

“Because she has the biggest crush on Steve.”

“Oh, my God!” you exclaimed. “Does everyone just know about that?”

“Well, anyone with eyes, yeah,” Max said, rolling her eyes for good measure. “The only reason why he hasn’t caught up is because boys are dumb.”

That made you laugh out loud despite the discomfort in your ribs.

When you arrived at the mall, you expected to have them run off to who knows where while you hung out at the waiting area, taking advantage of the air conditioning, but those two dragged you to every clothing outlet at the mall. You tried to not exert yourself, but it was hard not to match their energy when they were clearly having so much fun. It was even so endearing to see El emerging from her shell, trying out outfits that she genuinely liked and not those lumberjack fits that Chief Hopper had her on all the time.

By the third store, you insisted to sit that one out and merely watch them try on a bunch of different hats. You giggled at them posing at the mirror as if they were at a fashion show. However, you only had a moment of peace before Max approached you with a sundress that looked way too close to your size.

“No,” you stood your ground.

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes, then we’re going to Scoops Ahoy to get cones after this.”

“Ask Steve out on a date,” El urged, smiling encouragingly.

“What happened to ‘boys are dumb?’” you said, raising your brow.

“He’s not going to ask you out first, so you will do it for him!” Max said. She and El both grabbed each of your arm and pulled you to your feet and into the dressing room then tossing in the dress and pulling the curtain shut.

You stared at yourself in the mirror and the dress you held in front of you. You hated to admit it, but it was a pretty dress. Even if you couldn’t score a date with Steve, at least you had a great addition to your wardrobe. With that positive thought in mind, you pulled your shirt over your head and hung it on one of the clothing hooks.

You carefully pulled down the zipper on the dress when you noticed something odd on your reflection. Peering closer on the mirror, you stared at your ribs, noticing the almost black veins that almost seemed to be moving underneath the skin. What the…

“Are you done?!” Max called out from behind the curtain.

You snapped out of it and quickly pulled on the dress. All your initial worries faded once you saw yourself in the mirror. For good measure, you pulled your hair out of your scrunchie and let your tresses fall out in waves over your shoulder.

“Wow,” El and Max chorused.

You didn’t even notice them pulling the curtain open.

When you made your way to Scoops Ahoy, Max and El apparently had already made plans that you don’t come in with them. “Let it be a surprise,” Max had said. It was almost ridiculous that you were letting 14-year-olds dictate you on how to get a date from your crush.

“Okay, here you go, you got a strawberry and then a vanilla with sprinkles, extra whipped cream.” Steve paused and looked at the two girls suspiciously, especially at El. “Wait a second,” he thought out loud, “are you even supposed to be here?”

The two girls giggled, and El said, “A pretty girl drove us here.”

The words ‘pretty’ and ‘girl’ caught Steve’s attention. Predictable. “Yeah?” he grinned, leaning forward as if asking for more details. “She still with you?”

“You know her, silly,” Max giggled before running off with El. On their way out, they both flashed you a thumbs up and mouthed, “good luck.”

You stepped inside Scoops Ahoy with a newfound confidence. It was definitely the dress, and you hope it paid off. When Steve caught sight of you, his eyes brightened up and flashed you his charming smile.

“Hey, stranger,” Steve greeted. “I see the girls made you their babysitter and chauffer.”

You tried not to let your smile falter when you didn’t get the reaction you hoped. You laughed, trying not to give off the fact that your confidence was quickly crumbling. “Yeah,” you said, “my shift ended early at the pool.”

“That’s great!” Steve cheered. “Listen, Dustin just caught Russians on his new radio thing, and we’re trying to translate it. Spy shit and all.”

You blinked. “Dustin’s back?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded animatedly, “he’s at back with Robin translating the tape. Well, mostly Robin. Didn’t even know she’s amazing at languages.” He continued, keeping his excited energy, “She already knocked down a couple phrases. Isn’t that cool?”

Then it clicked.

Steve liked Robin.

Too late again.

“Listen, we can use your help because there’s this music at the end that I couldn’t remember where it came from,” Steve said. “Robin and Dustin say it’s stupid, but you can back me—”

“Um,” you breathed out. You cleared your throat, wondering why you started to get out of breath again. “I still have to drive the girls home before dark,” you said, gently turning him down.

“Oh.”

“Um, call me if you find something cool?” You didn’t wait for him to reply and turned your back on him. As soon as you left Scoops Ahoy, you pulled your inhaler out your pocket and took a blip, but it seemed to only make your lungs angrier and cramp even more.

As agreed upon earlier, you found the girls at the main doors of the mall, but they were in a heated conversation with Mike and the rest of his party. You sighed and quickly approached them before it turned into a full argument.

“I dump your ass!” El declared, making you stop in your steps. Lucas and Max were flabbergasted at the outburst, except Max looked somewhat proud. Mike just looked lost and was clearly at a loss for words. Will just looked uncomfortable enough to be witnessing the entire thing.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you interfered. “We’re leaving, come on.” You looked at Will who seemed to be the most aware among the boys at the moment. “You guys need a ride?”

He shook his head.

“You take care, okay?”

Will nodded.

The walk to your car between you and the girls was quiet. Though Max decided to break the silence when you pulled out of the mall compound. “What happened?” she asked.

You simply shrugged, ignoring the burning in your ribs from the simple motion. “Boys are dumb.” Then the car ride was silent again.

Later that evening, you laid in your bathtub in cold water, finally relaxing when you can breathe easily again. The summer heat fatigue really got you today, you thought. Suddenly remembering what you saw in the fitting room, you looked at your ribs again and was relieved when all you saw was nothing but your usual skin.

You were pulled back to your thoughts and remembered the beautiful sundress that was now laid discarded on the bathroom floor. You groaned at the memory of what just occurred this afternoon. You sighed and slid down to submerge the rest of yourself in the almost freezing water, leaving all your worries for the few seconds you had underwater.

Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon. Just stay… very… still.

You were scared. You couldn’t open your eyes, and the water suddenly felt too thick. The searing pain that was becoming too familiar in your lungs felt like it was begin to crawl out of your chest and into your throat.

But it was all gone in a split second.

Panicked and scared out of your wits, you immediately crawled your way out of the bathtub, not caring if you were curled up naked on the bathroom floor. You reached for the first thing you could grab to cover yourself, until you realised that it was still the same damn sundress. Suddenly, all the air just left your body, and you were starting to wonder if it was still an asthma attack.

You hoisted yourself up on the sink, both coughing and wheezing, trying to do everything you can to get yourself some oxygen.

“Sweetie? What’s going on?” the familiar voice of your mom came muffled from the other side of the door. When you replied with nothing but aggressive and painful coughs, the knocking became incessant, and her calls turned to worried cries. “Open the door!”

The same sensation of something crawling out of your throat came back. This time, you were more aware than your paralyzed state a few minutes ago. You stuck your fingers in your throat, feeling for any obstruction.

And you did.

With one forced cough, you were able to pinch out something smooth but foreign. You yanked it out, clenched it in your fist, and spat whatever fluid it brought out. You were initially worried that it was blood, but as you looked at the white ceramic of the bathroom sink, it was black.

When the bathroom door burst open, you quickly opened the faucet, flushing down whatever it was. Your mom rushed over to you and covered your hunched figure with a bath towel before pulling open the medicine cabinet behind the mirror to fish out your emergency inhaler.

“Come on, sweetie,” she carefully urged the inhaler in my mouth, pressing down to dispense a dose, but you could barely bury it down. “Let’s go to your room. You’re freezing.” She led me step by step to my bed and laid me under the covers, but the warm blankets only made me feel worse. “Your dad is coming with the nebulizer. Don’t worry. Just careful breaths.”

You didn’t remember how long it took for you to fall asleep that night, but you woke up the next day to your mom entering your room, already dressed in her office attire. She must’ve seen the panic on your face when you realised that it was way past your alarm.

“I called you in sick at the community pool,” your mom said. “Your dad will be picking you up after work to bring you to the hospital. In the meantime, just rest, okay?” She pressed a kiss on your forehead before she left the room, and you were alone again.

Then you felt the soft thing that you had in your fist the entire night. You raised your hand and held the foreign object over your head.

A black petal.

Panic bubbled up at the base of your spine, and you wasted no time in getting out of bed and getting dressed. You needed to tell Chief Hopper or Mrs. Byers. Or even just any one in Mike’s party.

And Steve.

Suddenly, it hit you. Dustin would still be around Steve decoding whatever Russian code they were on. The kid can easily call a code red for your situation. You grabbed your keys with the intent of going to Starcourt.

Just as you locked the front door, Max and El came rushing in their bikes, looking as alarmed as you are. They rushed to you, especially El who gave you a pleading look.

“It’s Billy.”

~

“As much as I appreciate you calling a grown up to investigate, this seems highly unnecessary.”

You were clearly uncomfortable as you turned the corner to Cherry Lane. You already gave them an earful when they admitted that they were spying on random people during their sleepover last night. Personally, you didn’t think that Heather would suddenly go for Billy when she just went on a date with someone else the other week, but maybe Billy was just that convincing.

“But the screams,” El reasoned.

“When Billy is alone with a girl, they make, like, really crazy noises,” Max argued, making you laugh at her words. Case in point.

“That’s surprising,” you noted. “I assumed that because he’s such an asshole he doesn’t…” you trailed off when you caught El’s clueless look from your rear-view mirror. “Never mind.”

“They scream?” El voiced out her confusion.

“Yeah, but, like… happy screams.” Then Max turned to you. “Oh, just that house right there.”

Your laughter came out in breathless snorts at this point. You pulled the car in park around the curb. “Okay, that’s enough,” you interrupted. “You don’t need to know about that yet, El.” You watched the house and hummed in thought. “His car’s not there. This’ll be easy.”

The three of you went inside the house and headed to his room. You knew that their family was very far from a loving one, but you tried to wrack your head for a reason as to why Billy’s bedroom door had a hinge lock from the outside. You barely had any thoughts about that little detail before Max pushed the door open.

“Why do I get the feeling we’re gonna find all sorts of wrong here?” Max said.

“Well, his tastes in music aren’t half bad,” you commented, flicking through his stack of cassette tapes by his stereo. You pulled open his bedside drawer and laughed at its contents. “Jackpot.”

Max rushed over to peek, only to see his collection of ‘printed ladies.’ “Ugh!” she exclaimed. “Gag me with a spoon.”

Then we heard El calling us from the bathroom.

We followed her to see empty ice packets around his tub. The unsettling feeling crept in again as you remember that you were also trying to keep yourself cold last night. But you weren’t the only one who was unsettled.

El, who was breathing heavily, stared off into the corner, and when Max and you followed her line of sight, there it was. Blood. You carefully opened the trash bin and pulled out a utility bag from Hawkins’ Community Pool.

“Let’s go.” You didn’t waste any time leaving the house and getting into the car.

Despite the darkening skies and thunder rumbling, you got there in record time. You ran to see a co-worker of your closing the pool area. Protocol. But he definitely wasn’t pleased to see you.

“Didn’t you call in sick?” he said, sounding annoyed. “You’re the second person to bail today.”

“Heather didn’t come in?” Max asked.

“Obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be doing thi— Hey!”

The three of us ran back to the car to figure out what to do next.

“We can go back to my place,” you suggested. “Wait out until Heather comes home next door.” Then you remembered. “Shit,” you cursed, turning on your car before the girls agreed. “My dad is supposed to pick me up for a doctor’s appointment.”

Luckily, your dad wasn’t home yet when you got back. Probably due to the storm. However, the girls already had their own plans in mind when they walked over next door to the Holloway’s.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed, jogging over to them. “Don’t go running off without me.” You looked at the now open front door. “Did you just unlock the door? This is trespassing!”

“She’s inside,” El whispered. She and Max entered the house, and you had no choice but to follow.

The three of you carefully treaded towards the voices in the dining room. There you found Billy with Mr. and Mrs. Holloway chatting away. The sight of your three by the hallway halted their conversation.

“Um, hey, Janet, Tom,” you greeted. “We tried to knock, but you probably didn’t hear us over the storm.”

“What on earth are you doing here?” Billy cut in, his eyes trained on Max and El.

“Where is she, Billy?” you asked firmly, staring straight into his eyes.

“Where is who?” Billy smiled innocently, but it didn’t give you any ease.

“Well, they’re a little burnt! I’m sorry.” Heather walked in from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies. “Oh, hey, girl! Is your shift over?”

“Heather!” Billy called. “This is my sister, Maxine.” He gestured to Max before his eyes landed on El. “I’m sorry. I did not quite catch your name.”

“El.” Eleven responded with her eyes pointedly trained on Billy.

“El,” Billy echoed, his polite smile turning into something menacing.

It definitely unnerved the three of us. Your hands held onto their shoulders and pulled them behind your back, leaving you to face Billy. “You guys weren’t at work, so we got worried,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Heather wasn't feeling so hot today, so we thought we'd take the day off to nurse her back to health.” Billy turned to Heather. “But you’re feeling just fine right now. Aren’t you, Heather?”

“I’m feeling so much better,” Heather smiled, but there was something about it that didn’t seem right to you.

Max and El tugged at your hand. You looked at them to see them silently pleading at you with their eyes. You gave a brief shake of your head before turning back to Billy. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” you said carefully. “I’ll take the girls home.”

“Thank you for looking out for my sister and her… friend.”

You made sure that the girls walked ahead of you, and right before you passed the front door, Billy pulled you to him. You barely could get a noise out as he pressed his hand over your ribs.

“You’re one of us,” Billy whispered before he shoved you out and shut the door.

It all happened in a split second that the girls didn’t even notice the exchange. The fear stabbed you deep in the gut that you basically dragged them back to your house, forcing them not to look back. Only when you got inside your house that the tension released from your body but only just.

“I’m taking you guys home, and tomorrow, we’re meeting up with the party, okay?”

“You’re not going anywhere, young lady.”

You winced and found your dad staring you down with his arms crossed.

Damn it.

~

“As soon as we’re done here, you’re grounded for a week.”

You groaned and held back the urge to roll your eyes. You were in the hospital waiting area for your family physician, but because there were a handful of minor accidents because of the storm, the wait was a bit long, especially when you were not priority. It was fine during the first ten minutes, but after half an hour, you were starting to get cranky.

“I’m going to the restroom.”

Your dad made a move to get up, but you stopped him. “There’s literally a storm out there, and you drove me here,” you pointed out. “Where else can I go?”

Your dad just scoffed but leaned back in his seat, waving you off. “Bring me back a coffee then,” he said.

You walked down the hallway but turned to the payphones instead of the restrooms. You dialled in the number you were so familiar with and hoped that he’d be home by this time.

“Hello?” Steve’s voice rang through the speaker, sending relief through your body.

“Pick me up at the hospital,” you said.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, and do it in half an hour.”

“There’s literally a storm outsi—”

“I’m also staying at your place tonight.”

“Hey! What is going—”

“Thanks, Harrington.”

Steve arrived at the hospital in twenty, still dressed in his sailor uniform. With your dad still busy with his coffee and a random medical pamphlet, you cocked your head to the side and sent Steve a signal where to wait while you made your escape. For the second time, you got up to your feet.

“I think I want a coffee actually,” you said. “Be right back, daddy.”

Your dad hummed, not even lifting his eyes from the pamphlet.

For a split second, your heart seized at the sight of your clueless father. You wanted to tell him and mom about the monsters and how they were this close to taking you, but they were better off not knowing. It wasn’t worth risking their lives when it could be just you.

With a heavy heart, you kissed the top of his head and walked down the hallway, heading for the exit and into Steve Harrington’s getaway car.

“Okay, but what the hell is going on?” Steve asked, pulling the car in drive.

You didn’t answer and just hugged your knees to your chest while crying silently. You’re one of us. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to level your breathing, which now felt like such a laborious task. Now that you knew the truth, it was almost like you could feel it all inside you. Taking every piece of you.

You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts by a warm hand clasping yours. You raised your head and looked at Steve, who kept his eyes on the road, but continued to squeeze your hand. You managed to stop crying and thread your fingers through his and bask in his warmth.

You knew it was just temporary. You knew who he really liked. And as if the universe was aware of your feelings, they decided to cut the moment short by sending your chest squeezing and blocking your airways again. You dropped Steve’s hand and clutched at your chest as you exploded into another coughing fit.

Steve panicked and quickly glanced between you and the road. “What’s happening?” he asked frantically. “Should I take you back to the hospital?”

You violently shook your head. “N-no,” you managed to wheeze out. “Dr-drive.”

“Where’s your inhaler?” Steve asked to which you left unanswered.

Finally, you managed to cough out a chunk of something, freeing your airways. You quickly shoved it in your pockets without checking before Steve noticed it. You exhaled in relief and leaned back in his seat.

“It didn’t use to be that bad,” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah.”

“Was that why you were at the hospital?”

“Mm.”

“We should go back.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’re near your place anyway.”

By the time you got to Steve’s house, he rushed to his parents’ room to find you something to wear from his mom’s closet. “Go take a shower and warm up!” he called out from the second floor.

You dragged your feet into the downstairs bathroom and rinsed your mouth. As you spat out the water, swirls of blood and black goo circled around before disappearing down the drain. You pulled out the clump that you hid in your pocket and teared up at the sight of a fully formed flower.

It was cruel that something as hauntingly beautiful as this was killing you from the inside.

When you flipped the flower over, you noticed thin tendrils from where the stem should be. You were horrified that the tendrils were actually moving like tiny tentacles. It reminded you of that day when you were in the tunnels under the pumpkin farm.

Without any more thought, you dropped the flower in the sink. Remembering that they were susceptible to heat, you immediately turned on the faucet to its hottest setting. As the water hit the flower, your lungs were suddenly set on fire.

Out of instinct, you turned the faucet off, relieved that the flower immediately dried out and broke off into ashy flakes. The burning stopped as well but still lingered under your skin. Almost tripping over your own feet, you staggered over to the shower, stripping yourself of your drenched clothes and turning on the water to its coldest setting, and only then did you find relief.

You’re one of us.

It took over almost half an hour to compose yourself and figure out what to do from here on out. You put one of the fluffy robes in the bathroom and headed out to the living room where Steve was already lounging on one of the sofas, shirtless but with a towel hanging over his neck. He only seemed to notice your presence when the sofa dipped beside him under your weight.

“You okay?” Steve asked when you rested your head on his shoulder, not minding that his hair was still dripping wet. “Jesus, you’re freezing.” He moved to grab the throw blanket and pulled it over both of you then rubbed his hands on your arms to warm you up.

Meanwhile, you wrapped your hands around his waist and just closed your eyes at the sound of his heartbeat. You were mad that his was steady when you couldn’t even control the fast drumming of your own heart whenever you were near him. Still, you held Steve as if you were afraid to let go, as if he was your only reminder that you were still you. But why did it hurt, even physically, so much to hold on?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Steve whispered, stroking the back of your head. “I don’t think we held each other like this since middle school,” he chuckled to himself at the memory. “When Vicki Carmichael took stole your partner for the Snow Ball and kissed him in front of everyone? You slept over and cried in my bed, telling me you hated her for it and me for going with Tammy Thompson.”

You wracked your head trying to remember what Steve was talking about. Maybe because it was a long day, but you couldn’t remember him holding you like this in middle school. Still, it must have been a beautiful memory if even Steve remembered it.

Sometimes it felt like you were the only one holding on so tightly in this relationship with him.

“Don’t you remember?”

You just hummed and snuggled closer to Steve.

“Okay, how about when Lewenski and I got into a fight because his girlfriend tripped you up and you skinned your knee pretty bad?”

This one, you remembered. “Your dad grounded you for a month, and you got benched for two games,” you chuckled softly.

“And you still cheered for me in the sidelines,” Steve said, sounding relieved that you were finally talking. After while a long pause, he said, “What happened? You used to tell me everything.” He continued, “I know I joke about it a lot, but I was really worried when you didn’t sign up with me at the mall. And you being sick all the time now?”

“Steve, just drop it,” you said, almost in a plea. “We’re okay. You never have to worry about me.”

Steve scoffed playfully. “That’s never going to happen,” he argued. “I’m always gonna worry about you. You don’t even notice how much trouble you get yourself into without realising.”

You tried not to think about it, but for the rest of that night in Steve’s arms, you almost felt like the vines were moving inside you, growing and taking up what was left of you that you haven’t already given to Steve.

~

“So, basically you’re a fugitive now?”

You chuckled and tiredly patted Dustin’s back. “Man, I missed you, kid,” you said. “And to answer your question, technically yes. I’m facing a lifetime of being grounded if I’m caught.”

“Let me get this straight,” Dustin began, his eyes trained on your plain black shirt that obviously belonged to Steve, “Steve snuck you out of the hospital, and you stayed in his house the entire night?” He leaned close to you. “And nothing happened?”

“Jesus, Dustin,” you wrinkled your nose at him. “People serve food here.” You gestured at the small cup of ice cream you were eating as breakfast slash brunch. Though you were wallowing your sorrows in cold, cold sweets, it did make you feel like a kid again.

“Steve is so stupid sometimes it amazes me,” Dustin thought out loud.

“I’m surprised you caught on. Seems like everyone in the world knows except him.”

“That’s because I’m me,” Dustin grinned proudly. “I bet the rest of the party doesn’t even know.”

“Who doesn’t know?” Steve entered the backroom with Robin in tow.

“Probably that you’re a dingus,” Robin snickered. Then her eyes trailed over to you. “So, we have another addition to the team,” she pointed out. “Who’s bringing her up to speed?”

“Dustin,” Steve said the same time that Dustin also said, “Me.”

Of course, it was Dustin.

While Dustin explained to you that the Russian military was most likely running a secret base right in the Starcourt Mall, you worried about El and Max, especially with not-Billy on the loose. Though they probably were already with the rest of the party right now and alerted Chief Hopper and Mrs. Byers. There was absolutely nothing to worry about.

Right?

“Got it?” Dustin finally said before narrowing his eyes at me. “Were you just zoning out the entire time?”

You snorted. “What do you take me for?”

“Fine, what did I just say?”

“Okay, I probably zoned out halfway through,” you admitted. “But your problem is pretty simple.”

Steve, Dustin, and Robin waited for you to continue.

“You just need the blueprints for the mall.”

“Why haven’t you called her the moment we were cracking the code?” Robin said, rushing outside and grabbing the tip jar. Ignoring Steve’s calls for her, she was off leaving us three at Scoops Ahoy.

~

“Touch my butt! I don’t care!”

“Can we keep it PG in here?” you frowned at the ridiculous show Steve and Dustin were putting by trying to get into the air ducts. “Just pull the boy down before someone gets hurt.”

“He can’t get hurt. He’s missing bones like Gumbo.”

“Like what?” you tilted your head.

“He means Gumby,” Dustin corrected, grabbing hold of Steve’s shoulders as he got hoisted out of the vent, “and that’s not how cleidocranial dysplasia works, Steve. I’m missing collarbones, not nerves.”

“Whatever,” Steve said. “We just need some else who could fit in there.”

Just as Steve said those words, Robin burst in the backroom, looking like she had an epiphany for the second time today. You were beginning to think she was the reason how Steve and Dustin had gotten this far. Behind her stood Lucas’ younger sister, Erica. Ah, the epiphany.

It only took the rest of the day of convincing her. The kid knew how to play hard ball. You’d give her that. She wouldn’t take anything less than ice cream for life. Frankly, you’d do the same.

You waited until the mall closed, though Robin and Steve cleared up Scoops Ahoy a few minutes early. So far, your parents were a no show, though you assumed that they didn’t think you would be hiding in the backroom of a very crowded mall. Frankly, they probably wouldn’t even believe you that you were infected with a monster from an alternate dimension and would rather help your friends with a Russian invasion than go to the hospital.

“Free ice cream for life,” Erica smirked smugly as soon as the thick sliding doors – actually odd for a simple storage room – slid open for us.

It didn’t take much snooping to find vats of glowing neon green vats of unknown substances hidden in regular delivery boxes. Without much thought, you grabbed one and made your way to the door. “Let’s just go before someone catches us.”

Again, the universe… just hated us.

“Uhh, which one do I press, Erica?” Dustin asked, insistently pressing the “OPEN” button.

Panic began to rise among all of us as mechanical whirring buzzed between the walls. Between that and the fact that we were trapped, we definitely knew we were screwed. While all of them fussed over the buttons that were no longer working, you stepped back, feeling something prickle under your skin.

“Just open the door!” Robin cried out, echoing into someone… something different.

Open the door.

Open the door!

Open the goddamn door!

Suddenly, you were on fire. You barely noticed your screams rising over everyone else’s. You fell to the floor, convulsing in agony as flashes of different people appeared in your head as if you were them. An old lady in a hospital bed, Heather, her parents, so many people who barely even knew in Hawkins… then Billy.

It was quiet with him. You saw flashes of a beautiful blonde woman calling out to him, her face concealed in a sunhat, then the beach with sand in between your toes. There was a moment of peace and tranquillity, and like someone playing a sick joke, you were in a dark place, standing in Billy’s place in front of people who were lifelessly standing still right in front of something. Something that you didn’t recognize but was so familiar to you, inside you.

He made me do it. It’s like a shadow, like a giant shadow. Please believe me, Max.

“Billy, it’s gonna be okay,” Max’s voice echoed in his head as if it were yours.

“It’s gonna be okay,” a different voice filtered through from all the noise.

“She’s unconscious. How is her inhaler going to help?” “I’m pretty sure that’s a seizure, nerd.” “Check for a pulse, Steve.”

Your consciousness fell right back on you like a pile of bricks. Your eyes fluttered open to see Steve hovering over you with your inhaler tucked between your lips. Once your eyes locked with his caramel ones, a huge wave of relief washed over his face as he pulled you into his arms.

“Oh, my God,” Steve gasped, clutching on to you for dear life. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Get… out.”

Steve tensed and pulled away to look at you. “What?”

You weakly pulled up your – actually Steve’s shirt up to your ribs, revealing angry black veins that were now crawling over your torso. You cried out and clutched at you. “Get it out!”

“Holy sh– what the hell is that?!”

You rolled to the side and fell into a coughing fit, your back hunched over. Your nails clawed at your throat, feeling something trying to crawl itself out. Whatever happened somewhere in Hawkins pissed off the plants inside you, and you can feel them twisting and curling throughout your torso.

With much straining and the remaining oxygen in your lungs, you managed to pull out the parasite from your oesophagus. The action made Dustin and Robin gag in the corner, while Steve and Erica warily looked at the slithering vine with a fully bloomed flower you dropped on the floor, leaving a trail of blood and black goo.

“You guys, by any chance, have a lighter?” you panted, pressing your cheek against the cold metal floor for any cool relief you can take.

Silence told you no. You hoisted yourself up with much difficulty and leaned back into the crate then immediately had an idea. Albeit, a bad one. With shaky knees, you got on your feet and lifted the vat of green goo that rolled away when you dropped unconscious. You looked for the right twist to open the container when Dustin stopped you.

“What are you doing?”

“We have to kill it,” you said nonchalantly. “I mean, I could just drink this to get it over with, but I don’t want to die that quick.”

“Are you…?” Then Dustin’s eyes widened. “That day. You were… because you saved me.”

“Wait, wait, are any of you nerds explaining what’s going on?” Erica interrupted.

You sighed. “Monster,” you pointed at the vine. “Infected,” you pointed at yourself. “Must kill monster with something. Preferably fire.”

“You killed one of those before?” Robin asked.

“It was smaller last night,” you shrugged, finding the latch to open up the vat. “Hot water took care of that sucker easily.” Twisting the lid a certain way, it clicked and released. “Aha!” you exclaimed. “This is gonna hurt.” You eyed the goo apprehensively.

Then Steve snatched the lid and sealed back the vat. “There has got to be a way to do this without you in pain,” he said.

“We don’t have time, and we’re stuck here in a metal box with a monster crawling towards Erica’s sneaker!”

“Why are you yelling?!”

“I’m not yelling!” you shouted. Then you turned to Dustin with a much softer voice. “How did Will get rid of his the last time?”

“Space heaters, a lot of them,” Dustin answered. “Anything from the Upside Down hates the heat, including D’Art.”

“Well, we’re not waiting until you cough all the flowers out, so I say we dump you into a hot tub and crank the heat to full,” Steve suggested, keeping the vat out of reach. “Once we get out of here, of course.”

“Boiling her alive,” Dustin scoffed. “That’s genius, Steve.”

“Or,” Robin interrupted, “we just use the same space heaters. It worked before, so it might work again now.”

“Thank you,” you said, pointedly looking at Steve. “At least someone is trying not to kill m—” Suddenly, your lungs were set aflame as you dropped into a heap on the cold floor, convulsing in agony with your mouth open in an open scream. You briefly heard Erica speaking before ultimately passing out.

“What? You only kept one of that green acid away from us. At least the monster’s dead.”

After passing out for the second time that night, you seemed to be sleeping much longer, but when you woke up, it wasn’t much of a surprise to hear Dustin and Steve still bickering. You opened your eyes to see Steve’s legs hanging from the ceiling. Again, not a surprise.

Probably nothing else would surprise you at this point.

“Shh! Jesus Christ!” Steve hissed before disappearing entirely to the top of the elevator.

Now that spiked your curiosity.

Robin was preoccupied with Erica, and both of them didn’t even notice that you were awake. You sat up and climbed on the stacked boxes leading up to the opening on the elevator ceiling. The burning in your ribs and your shortness of your breath was easier to ignore now that you were too lightheaded to actually feel the discomfort. Still, you managed to poke your head out the opening, accidentally ending up eavesdropping.

“I heard you guys talking all night,” Dustin whispered to Steve before his eyes landed on you. He winced and shot you an apologetic look.

Steve turned and saw you by his feet, making him jump in surprise. “What are you doing up?!” he scolded. “You scared all of us last night. I thought Erica killed you.”

“Gee, your welcome!” Erica called out from inside.

“’Last night’? It’s morning?”

Dustin smiled emptily. “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been trying to reach anyone on the radio since the mall is open. I think we’re too far down though.”

“Okay, take Dustin down with you please,” Steve said, facing the wall. “I’m gonna take a leak.”

“First of all, ew. Second, good morning,” you said, hopping back down with Dustin right behind you.

“This is one looong sleepover,” Steve called out before the sound of a stream hitting the ceiling echoed inside the elevator. “Two nights of being your personal pillow!”

“Two nights?” you muttered to yourself. “Was I with Steve the other night?” you turned to ask Dustin, who gave you a weird look.

“You stayed over his place, and he drove you to the mall, remember?”

“He did?”

“Hey!” Robin called out. “We have company.”

One fight with a Russian later, which Steve won – finally – you and the rest of the group snuck into the comms room of the secret Russian base and found out why your lungs had been reacting different once you walked further down that tunnel.

“The gate.”

You, Steve, and Dustin looked at each other in horror before turning back to the machine that was trying to pry open the gate that El had shut down last year. It was your first time seeing it, but the same dark familiarity was tugging from the deepest part of your mind. There was no reason to dwell on it, so you tugged Dustin and Steve, urging them to leave and quickly warn the others as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, leaving was harder than getting in. Guards were alerted, and all of us were sent into running. It ultimately sent us to the direction of the gate itself with Dustin almost running into the laser machine that was opening the gate if it wasn’t for you tugging the back of his shirt collar.

You didn’t like being that close to the gate. Between the soldiers yelling and Steve barking which way to run, a louder voice was whispering crystal clear voices inside your head. You surrendered to the voices for one second to try and understand what they were saying, which proved to be your mistake.

In that one second, you were teleported to an incredibly vivid memory of meeting Steve for the first time.

“Sweetie, say hi to Mrs. Harrington and Steve.”

Your hand curled into a fist on the hem of your mother’s dress. It wasn’t the first time you saw Steve Harrington. Your classmate pointed who Steve was when he passed you at the hallways of Hawkins’ Elementary. She boasted that her older sister was Steve’s “girl friend” after he kissed her during recess yesterday.

You didn’t know what any of that meant, but when you glanced at Steve Harrington, you thought he was the prettiest boy you ever seen. Steve Harrington was exactly what you imagined the princes looked like that your mother read to you at bedtime.

And now, you were at their front door because your mom worked with his mom, and Mrs. Harrington thought it would be nice to have her and you over for tea.

And Steve was still the prettiest boy you ever seen.

You were catatonic while staring up into the gate opening.

While the rest of the guards were chasing after Steve and the others, the scientists urged that the guards don’t touch you, seeing that your pupils had turned entirely black. Your exposed neck revealed raised veins that they could tell were black even under the dim, unsteady lighting in the lab.

Your blank state was finally broken when the Russians took you in a secluded room, further away from the gate. Your mind was wildly fuzzy as if you were in the middle of sinking badly in your own subconscious. You inner daze didn’t last long when the door opened again, and Steve and Robin were dragged in and also cuffed like you were.

“What happened to you there?” Steve said in a low tone. “You just froze.”

The soldier didn’t like the chit-chat and struck Steve across the face. The sound was loud enough to echo in the room that you winced upon impact. “No talking!” he spat in a thick accent. “Now, who do you work for?”

“I’m confused,” Steve said, trying to sound unphased from the hit. “Do I not talk or do I tell you who I work for?”

That earned him another hit.

~

“We have many stories of monsters from where I’m from.”

“So do we,” you groaned at the man pacing the room. “You’re not that special, dude.”

Robin and Steve were taken away over half an hour ago, mostly likely for their own interrogation. So far, on your end, this soldier has done nothing but talk your ear off about stories from where he grew up while you were strapped in an examination chair.

“I suppose you know about flowers that grow on lungs?” The surprised look on your face told him everything he needed to know. “No one knows where they come from,” he said, “… until now.” He leaned in close to you. “You are very important test subject.”

“Not for long,” you said spitefully. “I’m dying anyway.”

“Well, I suppose you will be buried in Russian soil by then,” he said, sending chills in your spine. “But now, I need to see the flowers itself.”

Your breathing quickened at the thought being sliced open.

But…

They wanted you alive enough to bring you to Russia. That meant…

“Steve!” Your eyes widened at the sight of him as they dragged him inside the room and dropped him in a heap on the floor. Your heart clenched at the blood streaked all over his mouth and his eye swollen shut. “What did you do to him?”

The soldier and the rest of the guards merely looked at you struggling from where you were restrained while Steve remained unresponsive on the floor. The soldier looked displeased at the results before him and barked out another order. Soon enough, Robin was also dragged inside the room, and similar to you, she was as distraught at the sight of him beaten up.

Then… they just left the three of you in the room alone.

“What do they want?” Robin asked. “We told them everything, and you’re the only one not strapped with us.”

You gulped. “They, uh, they know what’s wrong with me.”

That gained Steve’s attention. With much difficultly, he raised his head and slurred out, “They’re not taking you, and we’re getting out of here.”

“Right,” you snorted. “Unless you have a way of getting to those scissors and cutting yourselves free, I’m on the next flight to Russia by the end of the day.”

“Those morons. They left scissors here?” Steve scoffed.

“I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap,” Robin said, her voice rising with desperation. “So, on the count of three, we’re gonna hop.”

You smiled as hope bubbled when they succeeded the first two swivels. But on the third, the chair legs slid, knocking them both on the floor. Robin, who had her back to you, began shaking. At first, you and Steve thought she was crying, until her quiet giggles turned into full-on laughter.

“I’m sorry,” Robin laughed, trying to contain herself, “but I just can’t believe I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, while his girlfriend gets shipped off to another secret lab in Russia.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Steve huffed, “and she’s not my girlfriend, okay?”

“Gee, we’re tied up and have no hopes of escaping, and you choose to correct that?” you snarked at him.

There was a moment of quietness, mostly just to collect our wits, but Robin was the one to speak up again. She talked about Mrs. Click, our history teacher. Turns out she had been in the same class as Steve for the longest time, remembering every detail about him.

Just like you.

“Do you even remember me from that class?” Robin said, her voice lowering into a whisper. “It didn’t matter that you were an ass.”

And her next words just crushed you.

“I was still… obsessed with you.”

There was nothing else to do but watch as Steve’s eyes — well, eye — softened. In that moment, you felt like you were in someone else’s moment, just an audience. But wasn’t that what you always have been in Steve’s life?

“You know, I wish I’d known you in Click’s class,” Steve said, a fond smile growing on his lips. “Maybe instead of being here, I’d be on my way to college right now.”

Last semester, you wrote two of his history papers just so his grades would be high enough for him to play during the basketball playoffs.

“And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet,” Robin chuckled, “and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck.”

“Gotta say, though, I liked being your schmuck.”

And there it was…

The burning in your lungs intensified, sending you in a painful fit of coughs. It was hard enough not to curl over because of the restraints on your chest. There was no way to claw at your throat or to grasp at your chest from the twisting pain.

You were too engrossed in trying not to choke from blood and black goo that you didn’t notice the door open. A different scientist came in, this time more sinister-looking, and leaned over you. “I knew it,” he smiled. “He feeds the flowers inside you.”

“W-wha…?” you managed to gasp out. “P-please… can’t… br-brea-eathe… In.... inhal-er.”

In the midst of the black spots tinting your vision, you barely made out a jet injector and something bright blue before you heard Steve yell out and everything went dark.

“… up. Wake up!”

You opened your eyes to see Dustin’s face. “Am I dreaming?”

“Come on! We have to go!”

You were so groggy that you followed Erica and Dustin to a hijacked mini-truck with Steve and Robin giggling along. Both their antics only heightened when we finally ascended back up to the mall. Steve couldn’t stop booping Dustin, while Robin was saying stuff about food and death.

“Did they give you something too?” Erica asked me.

“They probably took something instead,” you rasped out, feeling your throat. “They baited one out and pulled it out while I was trying not to choke to death.”

“Where is it now?” Dustin turned to me, smacking away Steve’s finger from booping his nose again.

“How the hell should I know? I was tied up!” you scowled at him.

“We just saved your asses!” Erica and Dustin chimed back at your tone.

The bickering didn’t end until you were all forced to be quiet as you hid in a cinema that was showing ‘Back to the Future.’ Once upon a time, it seemed to be a fun movie to watch with the kids, maybe even with El, but now, you could barely keep your knees from fidgeting as your eyes constantly watched between Michael J. Fox and the cinema doors for any evil Russians.

It wasn’t long when your lungs began burning again. You didn’t feel the need to cough this time, but it didn’t stop for a metallic taste bursting in your mouth. You grabbed an empty popcorn bag nearby and spat into the paper. Even under the dark theatre, you could see that it was mostly blood now.

You were out of time.

~

“Jesus, you look far worse than El.”

You shot Max a very unfriendly look. “The girl who just pulled a monster out of her leg using your mind powers?” You glanced at El who was cuddled up with Chief Hopper while Mrs. Byers attended to the open wound on her leg.

“Well, both you are bleeding out of your noses, and you are also growing monsters inside you.”

“ERICA!” you screeched while furiously wiping your nose.

“Just the facts!”

“What?!” Everyone else in the party, including the adults, chorused.

“You’re dying,” Will said as if he could still tell. He gave you a look of empathy and a little bit of familiarity. You knew he went through a similar thing last year, and it somehow made you less scared that he was here with you.

You nodded solemnly. “I don’t have much time,” you admitted. “It grows faster the closer I am to the gate… or when I feed it.”

“’Feed it’?” Max asked.

“We don’t have to talk about that,” you waved her off. At this point, you were just desperate to stay alive. All of you were so, so close. “If we close the gate, we can cut off all connections, right?”

“Theoretically,” Lucas added.

Since there was no other option but that, we all based our plan on that ‘theory.’ A man named Murray, who also got into a tiff with Erica, came in with a map of the underground Russian base from a guy named Alexei. With the goals in place, everyone began splitting off into groups.

“You’re coming with us, right?” Steve asked.

You bit your lip as you shook your head. “I’m staying with the girls,” you said. “You go with Dustin and Robin to Cerebro.” At the sight of his worried look, you added, “I’ll be okay.”

Steve shot you a scowl. “Don’t die without me.”

“Hard promise to keep,” you smirked, smacking his hand away from ruffling your already messy hair. Your fingers tangled with Steve’s, and he ended up holding your hand completely. “Don’t die first, Steven.”

Steve chuckled and was about to pull away when you tugged his hand back.

“Hey, Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“I know you and Robin…”

When you trailed off, Steve raised his brows at you, urging you to continue.

You shook your head, waving it off. “You guys just got drugged,” you reminded him. “Drive safely.”

“You say that as if I don’t have any experience from partying.”

“That isn’t comforting at the very least.” Then... you let go.

~

Turns out that it wasn’t just the gate that was triggering the growth.

When the Spider Monster burst through the glass ceiling for Starcourt Mall, the flowers in your lungs reacted the same way when Billy had grabbed you at the Holloway’s. It was one thing to lead the monster away from El, but it was another thing to be hunched in the trunk space of the Wheeler’s hatchback with said monster chasing you down the road.

“The answer to a never-ending story…”

You laughed at the song number from the radio in between coughs. “That definitely takes the sting out of dying,” you said. You can only imagine Erica’s face during this whole ordeal.

“Don’t say that.”

You looked at Steve in deadpan. You kept eye contact as you spat blood and body matter into an empty soda cup you found discarded in the car. It was a low-blow towards him, you knew that, and he didn’t deserve it.

But you were so tired, and you were so mad at yourself for always being late, for being cowardly.

So, when Jonathan turned the car to follow the Spider Monster that turned back to the mall, you immediately hopped off and went looking for El instead of going with them to set off the fireworks. Steve, as expected, put up a fight, insisting that you all stick together.

“I won’t go near it,” you reasoned. “I’m finding El and getting her out of here, while you keep it distracted.” When he looked unconvinced, you added, “The fireworks will also distract Billy. It’s going to be okay.”

“That isn’t comforting at the very least,” Steve said, making you laugh at your early words being thrown back at you.

“Hey!”

You turned to see Nancy Wheeler toss a bundle of fireworks at you. At your raised brow, she shrugged, “Just in case.”

Following a broken gate not too far from where Steve rammed Billy’s car, you found an employee’s corridor where Max and Mike passed out nearby with angry bruises on their faces. You rushed over for Max and shook her awake. Her eyes immediately shot open.

“Billy, it was Billy,” Max said, panicked. “He took El. You have to go. I’ll take care of Mike. Go!” She staggered to her feet, gripping the pipes for stability.

“I can’t go near him or that thing.” You hesitated leaving Max, but when she yelled at you again to go for El, you turned your feet and broke off into a run. Then the fireworks began…

“Fuck!” you screamed, falling to your knees. Every corner of your body was set ablaze. You cried out as the flowers inside you constricted with every blast.

Max and Mike quickly caught up to you, pulling you to your feet. Suddenly, it was quiet, and a wave of calm washed over you. You saw a beautiful woman in a sundress and a hat by the beach. It wasn’t your memory, but it was being returned to someone after being taken away. Billy.

“She was pretty,” you could hear El cry in your head. “She was really pretty.”

Taking advantage of the situation, you sped through the corridor and into the mall. You found Billy beginning to stand up to the Spider Monster. “When I make a run for it, you grab El and get her out of here, okay?”

“What? You just said you can’t face that thing!” Mike told you.

“Just do it!” You pushed your feet as fast as you could to face the monster.

“No!” Billy roared, grabbing the monster’s tentacle mouth to stop it from reaching El.

Seeing your opportunity, you quickly pulled the taped matchstick from the bundle and ignited the fireworks. Swinging your arm back, you flung it as hard as you could into the monster’s mouth. Right as soon as the explosive left your hand, you caught incoming smaller tentacles headed for Billy’s side, slinging two of them to your side from the crook of your elbow.

“I got you,” you said out of breath, seeing Billy’s surprised face. However, your fight had the monster targeting you, sending two other tendrils to your side instead. You barely felt it, even as its sharp tongue stabbed into your abdomen.

Touching the Spider Monster was as worse as looking straight into the Gate. You cried out as flashes of memories of you and Steve, growing up through the years, bombarded you, while the flowers inside you began crawling outside your ribs instead. You barely heard the last firework go off as you felt the vines throbbing under your skin.

An arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your unmoving feet, dragging you away. Your spotted, blurred vision could only see a head of dark blonde curls with a massive dark mass in the background screeching in agony.

“It’s over. It's supposed to be over!" you heard Max’s muffled voice say. “What’s wrong with her?!” You felt hands on your shoulder, shaking you to snap out of it.

“Steve,” you breathed out. You tried to focus on Max, but with a blink, you were trapped back in your memories. Steve telling you to go home every time as he led a different girl up the stairs to his room. Steve dropping you off while thanking you for picking out a gift for Nancy. Watching him smile ever so fondly at Robin. Seeing the smile that you so desperately desired every time.

All the memories of Steve breaking your heart, you felt all at once.

You continued to unconsciously call out Steve’s name. Even when the paramedics began wheeling you out in a stretcher. You vaguely saw them cutting your shirt open, exposing the gore that was concealed by the fabric.

The black vines had reached out on the surface of your skin. The outline of your ribs was exposed, threading black and purple angry bruises over your torso. The right side of your ribcage had completely sank, one rib twisting outwards and leaking a mix of blood and black goo. The damage was extensive, but the monster you grew and fed inside you seemed to be finally lying still, only remaining dormant once the gate was sealed once again.

“… -eral broken ribs and possible internal bleeding!” a paramedic called. “One of her lungs has collapsed. She's in shock!”

Then Steve was there. You couldn’t tell if it was a memory or if it was happening at that moment. He was struggling against two firemen, trying to get to you with one hand reaching out. With the last bit of energy left, you raised your hand, reaching out towards him too.

“Steve…”

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you're mine

yandere reader x will byers

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You knew you wanted Will from the moment you saw him. He was perfect for you, so innocent, so kind, and so incredibly naive. He was a broken person and you were there to help him. You see you were Vecna's little sidekick, and as soon as you heard of Will Byers you knew, he was the one. He was yours the moment you saw him, his fate was sealed, even if he didn't know it yet.

Soon you became the voice in his head. You replied to every one of his insecurities, comforting him in his darkest times. But most importantly, you fought off his demons.

'don't cry, darling...'

'you deserve better...'

'i can kill him for you...'

And you did. That Mike Wheeler was in the way of Will's senses. He occupied Will's mind whether you liked it or not. So he had to go. You got rid of Mike once and for all and took Will into your loving grasp.

"I can help you, my dear..." Your voice whispered and spread like fog into Will's mind, seeping into his deteriorating common senses.

"I don't even know who you are." He cried tears spilling from his face. Your lover was in pain over his so-called friend's death. But you knew better than Will. Mike was not his friend.

'I can show you...'

"You can?" He urgently asked sitting up, looking at the ceiling as if you were a god. You were much more than that.

"Close your eyes, my love..." You whispered as you crept into his mind and body, lulling him to sleep.

"Why do you call me that? My love..." He whispered unable to talk any louder as his mind started to shut down.

"Shhh... trust in me, my love..." He nodded letting his head fall back onto the mattress, submitting to your powers, like always. You reached into his mind and went into the dream that you made for him.

"Are you the voice?" He asked hesitantly, scared almost.

"Yes, my love." Will looked at you up and down admiring your figure subconsciously.

"You never told me why you call me that."

"Because..." you moved closer, " you are mine."

"What, I don't understand." He whispered eyes widened and body tense under your stare. Your smile grew slyly as you looked at his facial expression of fear.

"It's okay my love. I know everything is so confusing for your mind, but I won't hurt you. And I'll make sure Vecna won't either."

Will breathed in sharply as he tried to take a step away from you, but he couldn't. He looked down to find tentacles wrapped up to his thighs holding him in place.

"Let me go..." He pleaded as he tried to unwrap the tentacles off of his thighs, but they only tightened and slithered higher up, now holding his waist and upper body in place for you.

"I will never do that," you whispered.

"Because you, my love..." you whispered lifting your hand to caress his face, " are mine."

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Yandere!Mike x Reader x Yandere!Eleven

Aged up to 18

Eleven would be a delusional yandere and Mike would be a possessive/overprotective yandere

El will use her powers to kidnap you

I think that if Mike told her to hurt you, she would

El doesn't know that what they're doing is wrong

Mike does. He just doesn't care.

If they kidnap you and you try to escape oh jeez

Mike would tell El to use her powers on you to punish you and she would

Mike will never let you leave

So El will probably take you to mall, you'll escape, she'll be scolded by Mike, and she won't take you out again

But they are so manipulative

Mike gas lights you.

"Are you sure you saw that, princess/prince? Maybe you were just tired, hmm?"

El guilt trips you but not intentionally.

Like "I had a nightmare that Papa got you when you ran away. Please don't run away again. I love you."

Hope you guys like this! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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• Vampire/Siren Teeth (Inspired By Abigail From Abigail 2024)

• Full Name: Y/n L/n

• Allas: The Queen, The Queen Of Vampires And Sirens, Queen, The Ultimate Being, The Evil Queen, Sadistic, The Queen Of The Upside Down, Evil, Pure Evil, The Scarlet Witch, Scarlet Witch, Goddess Of Vampires And Sirens, Etc

• Height: 9’4

• Age: 14 Billion Years Old

• Hair Color: Raven Black

• Sexuality: Bisexual

• Personality: Sadistic, Evil, Psychopathic, Sarcastic, Bad-Tempered, Serious, Power Hungry, Manipulative, Mean, Etc

• Status: Alive

• Species: Vampire/Siren Hybrid Goddess

• Friends: Vecna, Demogorgans, Demo-Bats, Demo-Dogs, The Mind Flayer, Etc

• Eye Color: Crimson Red

• Skin Color: Very Pale

• Paraphernalia: Darkhold

• Gender: Female

• Type Of Villain: Tragic Reality Warper

• Voice: Deep, Feminine, Unsettling, Otherworldly, Demonic, Etc

• Hobby: Eating People Alive, Relaxing On Your Throne, Playing With Your Powers, Taking/absorbing Your Victims Powers if they have any and then Killing Them, Torturing your victims and making fun of them because they have no power, Powers, Killing People, If You Find Your Victims Deserving Of Living And Worthy Then You Turn Them Into A Vampire Or A Siren, Etc

• Your Aura: Evil, Dark, Intimidating, Unsettling, Etc

• Goal: Rule The Entire Multiverse and Universe

• Dislikes: People/Mortals, Humans Making You Mad, Bad News, Humans, Love, Etc

• Have People Wrote Books About You?: Yes They Have

• Likes: Being Evil, People Thinking They Can Defeat You, Killing People Not Caring Who It Is, Absorbing Powers, Murder, Torturing, People Fearing Her, Drinking Peoples Blood And Draining The Life Out Of Them, Etc

valerian x gn! Reader headcanons

-he flirts with you all the time, no matter where you two are

-he calls you "pretty one"

-he definitely sneaks up behind you to hug you because he finds your reaction funny

-if he gets injured on a mission he always acts like it's fine even tho it never is

-"I will marry you" he doesn't even ask he just says it

-he likes to listen to you info dump or rant about your day, no matter what he will always listen

-sometimes he will be really annoying but if you tell him it annoys you he will try to stop it

-he's just such a sweetie he deserves love