ǝuıɯ ,o plıɥɔ ʇǝǝʍs

charlie  was  not  used  to  all  the  freaky  shit  happening  around  hawkins.  she'd  heard  about  the  byers  kid,  the  facility  outside  of  town  and  apparent  russian  spies?  she  knew  not  to  let  anyone  find  out  about  her...  abilities.  then  she'd  be  accused  of  being  a  spy.  as  if.

now,  as  to  why  she  thought  it  was  a  good  idea  to  join  the  cheer  squad:  1)  she  had  been  on  the  squad  back  home  before  her  "accident".  2)  it  gave  her  something  to  do  throughout  the  year.  and  she  was  happy  she  had.  she  didn't  feel  so  out  of  place.

meeting  fellow  cheerleader  @cheerquexn  was  a  breath  of  fresh  air.  chrissy  wasn't  stuck  up  like  she  knew  some  cheerleaders  to  be.  there  was  something  about  her  that  charlie  just  couldn't  put  her  finger  on.  but  it  didn't  matter.  charlie  had  a  friend.  that  was  what  mattered  more.

Chrissy tried to spread as much positivity as she could, especially when it came to newcomers. The cheer squad could be cut throat; it was hell to be a teenage girl. There seemed to be a consistent need to keep up with the other girls, whether that was with who had the better clothes, or, who was dating the more popular boy. It was stupid, the blonde thought... but there was really no escape from it. She supposed it was part of what came with high school.

"Jason?" Chrissy knew exactly who Charlie was talking about. Yet, the name still felt unfamiliar on her tongue. Their relationship had slowly, but surely broken down the past couple of weeks. Again, another thing that came with being in high school. "I'm sure he's fine. I'm just not with him anymore. It's what happens, right?" Chrissy wasn't sure if she was particularly looking for affirmation in what she believed, or just stating it. Either way, she did her best to divert the attention away from herself. "How are things with you? I know things are still pretty new, so if there's anything that I can do to help... or whatever, just let me know."

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄.)

All   sentences   are   taken   from   a pinterest search of spicy and romantic quotes and scenarios and places.   Change   names,   pronouns,   locations   as   you   see   fit.   This is a NSFT meme, please tag accordingly as well minors, do not approach this.

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

You should always wear my clothes.

Loving me is a one-way road, sweetheart. You can never go back. You can never fall out of love or any of that shit. It's permanent and it's for life.

I don't want you to go.

I was having the best dream.

The truth, princess, is I came back knowing this was what I signed up for. To see you every day and not be able to touch you. Kiss you. Claim you.

This stops when you say so.This doesn't even start unless you say so.

You fucked me so good i almost said i love you.

You're worth starting a war for.

Are you ever going to kiss me?

I want you. I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Safe. When I'm with you I feel so safe.

You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.

So fucking weak when it comes to you.

Some nights I lay in bed and imagine what I'd be doing if you were with me.

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

Warm me up.

What do I taste like?

You should be a sin.

Every inch of you. Perfect. Don't hide from me.

If you could see yourself from my view. Fucking beautiful.

I'm going to ruin you.

You called me your girl.

You deserve better, because you're my good girl.

You make me so proud.

love the way you taste.

I just miss you all the time. I never stopped loving you, not even for a second

 I never stopped wanting you. I want you now so bad.

I’m going to eat you up.

Please, baby, I've been such a good girl... I've waited a whole week for this. Don't I deserve a reward for my patience?

I've been such—a good boy.

I'll do things you'll never forget.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

You smell like you want to get fucked.

I want you my mouth.

I want you to look at yourself asI take you.

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

You have me twisted up, woman. So fucking twisted up.

I don't think I could quit you if I tried.

If I find out you've let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.

I don't share. Not when it comes to you.

Did you fucking touch her?

I'm jealous of every person you smile at...Every laugh I don't hear.

I don't give a fuck what the original terms of our arrangement were.

Are you gonna fuck her?

You say we're just friends.But friends don't know the way you taste.

Use your words baby.

Just like that princess.Good girl.

Aren’t I your good girl/good boy? Don’t I deserve it?

Does it feel like this when he fucked you?

Was his cock this big?

Was she ever this wet for you?

𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧

 You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you/us.

Lift your hips for me, love.

Like I'll burst into flames if I'm not tasting you. Kissing you. Fucking you.

I love the way you make love...but I need the way you fuck me.

Sh. Just a little more. That’s it.

Tell me why I can't stop thinking about you. Hmm? What the fuck did you do to me?

I'm gonna touch you now because I need to.

I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it's racing because of me, because you want me.

You keep your eyes on me.

Friends don't make each other feel like this.

I just can't trust words... But I can believe in what I feel with my body.

You know I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.

You are.You're the only one.

I know you're being a brat just because you want to be choked.

My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do.

You don't need kisses, you need volcanic eruptions in your mouth.

You don't need caresses, you need furrows burying in deeply until you shiver.

Maybe I should get down on my knees and worship you. I'm gonna undress you. Vulgarize you a bit.

Why you so wet already.

I want everyone in this town to hear you beautiful.

Be a good girl and spread your legs.

You're taking it so good.

Bite me babe, You make me love the pain.

If you can still walk, Then we're not finished.

I will be rough with you in so many sweet ways.

I'll be a good girl for you.

I can't wait to taste you and hear you moan my name.

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 / 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

My heart is too big for just one of you.

We're happier with you.

I think you're cute can I bring you home to my wife?

We're in this together.

Together or not at all.

I want to be with both of you.

We can't deny our chemistry.

There's two of us and one of you, and whenever we feel like it, we can be three. That's love too, you know.

Look at her. She is so fucking gorgeous with her head back, tongue open, waiting for our cum.

I need you to use your words, baby. Tell me you want two cocks inside your greedy pussy.

If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour.

I'm clingy and possessive of both of you

I can’t imagine living without any one of you!

Their attitude to your affections is simple: they are happy to share, so long as they get to partake.

Join us. Even if just for tonight.

You like him. I can share him with you. 

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

You can control what I wear... what I eat... who I talk to.

You're mine. Say you're mine.

I could corrupt you. It would be so easy.

You're mine, not anyone else's, fucking mine. Now, beg and say my name.

Fuck me like you mean it.

But I'm done giving you freedom. You don't get to act like you don't belong to me.

Remember. In public, you're my princess, but in private, you're my whore.

Bite my neck and press your hips into me.

Let another man touch you, Jules, and you'll find out just how easily I can take a man's life as I can save one.

Lift up your dress.

That's right, your God. Worship at my alter, baby.

Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.

Touch yourself and call out my name.

It’s all yours, sweetheart. Come and taste it.

Say you are mine. You won’t come until you do. 

Look how you are shaking, baby. I haven’t even fucked you.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

Do you know, you're a little devil?

Stop pretending you are not thinking about me.

Playing too many little games might get you in trouble, princess.

If you're not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.

I need you, Reed. Don't make me beg.

I know what you want, but I love to hear you beg.

You don't need pleasure, you need shivers.

I'll make you shiver. From the touch of my fingers.

You have dark little thoughts, Don't you?

Do I look good like this? 

Tell me how it feels. 

Be as loud as you want. Let them hear you.

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬

When they push your chin up to kiss you.

Slow missionary with lots of tongue down their throat.

When it's so good you're shaking.

When they hold onto your hips and push themselves deeper into you.

When you tell them to stop, and they ask "what? this?" and they keep going.

Being pushed against a wall and kissed.

You can't f*ck the brat out of her but it's fun to try.

Being told "I want to hear you come.

Their teeth scraping your back as they take you from behind.

When you're on top of him teasing him and he suddenly flips you over because he can't take it anymore.

Knowing you could get caught at any moment.

The sound of his belt coming off.

The first, slow kiss that makes you horny as hell.

When she begs you to stop but you keep eating her out until she comes.

When he shakes as you keep sucking every drop of him.

When they cover your mouth.

Being pinned down.

Girls that get wet just from having someone touching their thighs.

When they pin your hands above your head and take complete control.

The way his voice shakes when you're in control.

Getting pushed against the cold wall with your hands pinned above your head.

That smirk they wear when they leave you begging for more.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭

In the bedroom.

Bended over by the desk.

In a dark alley.

In a hallway, near a party.

In the bathroom.  

In someone else’s bed. 

In a room where anyone can walk in.

In a throne room.

By the sea.

Near a cliff on the beach.

In a balcony. 

In front of other people. 

In the morning as breakfast is made. 

Against a door.

i'm not a religious person, but i do sometimes think god made you from me.

i have a sense that real life is happening somewhere far away, happening without me, and i don't know if i will ever found out where it is or become part of it.

no one can be independent of other people completely.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

he probably won't come back.

what we have now, we can never have back again.

for me, the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain i used to feel, of being unworthy.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

people can really change one another.

you should go. i'll always be here. you know that.

generally i find men are a lot more concerned with limiting the freedoms of women than exercising personal freedom for themselves.

most people go through their whole lives without ever really feeling that close with anyone.

life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head.

even in memory, i will always find that moment unbearably intense.

i have never believed i'm fit to be loved by any person.

yes. that was it. the beginning of my life.

it's funny the decisions you make because you like someone.

your whole life is different.

i think we're at that weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions.

if people appear to behave pointlessly in grief, it's only because human life is pointless, and this is the truth that grief revealed.

i don't know what's wrong with me.

i don't know why i can't be like normal people.

it feels powerful to put an experience down in words.

people are a lot more knowable than they think they are.

there's always been something inside me that men have wanted to dominate.

i want my life to mean something.

a lot of the literary people in college see books primarily as a way of appearing cultured.

that's the only part of myself i want to protect, the part that exists inside you.

there's something so corrupt and sexy about it.

i wish you didn't have to go.

i wish you could stay the night.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

literature moves me.

it almost sounds sexual.

you learn nothing very profound about yourself simply by being bullied.

it's time you'll never get back.

time is real. the money is also real.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

the snow keeps falling.

hopefully i have changed, you know, as a person. but honestly, if i have, it's because of you.

he does have immaculate taste.

it's not like this with other people.

[name], would you ever fuck off?

you lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you.

i would lie down and die for you at any minute.

sometimes, someone will make eye contact with me, like a bus conductor or a person looking for change, and i'll feel shocked that anyone can actually see me.

we could be in a room full of people and my eyes would always meet yours, just to find that you had already been looking.

there's something comforting about it, something good about feeling sort of numb, detached from it all.

it was different with you, didn't have to play any games with you. it was just real.

no one is ever gonna hurt you like that again. everything's gonna be all right. trust me.

i love you, and i'm not gonna let anything like that happen to you again.

　The thing about Billy was that he carried his wounds like a second skin, seeping through every pore, thick and inescapable. It clung to him like the damp scent of rot—present in the weight of his footsteps, the way they hit the ground just a bit too hard, unsettling to anyone who knew what to look for. His anger wasn’t subtle either; it bellowed through his every movement, an ugly contradiction for someone so young. He wasn’t a puzzle with hidden depths—there was no grand picture waiting to be revealed. Billy was exactly what you saw: jagged, raw, and too far gone for anyone to piece back together.  

Chrissy, though—Chrissy didn’t come with demands or expectations. She didn’t try to fix him, didn’t want anything from him. Her kindness was disarming, pure in a way that made it worse. If he lashed out at her, she’d just stand there and treat him the same anyway. And that? That hollowed out whatever fight he had left. There was no satisfaction in throwing punches at someone who would never see him as the monster he was trying so hard to be.  

But the thing that gnawed at him most was the fear. Even if Chrissy’s intentions were genuine, he knew he couldn’t bear the weight of spilling his insides for someone else to hold. Where would he start? And what good would it do? He’d fought tooth and nail just to survive on his own—what could she offer that he hadn’t already clawed for himself?  

Vulnerability was not something that Chrissy found easy; not by any stretch of the imagination. Her own mother had been cold to her daughter from the earliest memories that Chrissy had. If it meant making things easier for Billy, she could at least try... couldn't she? She swallowed thickly, her throat suddenly dry despite the fact that she'd just had some water. This was always going to be difficult.

"Getting the hell out of Hawkins sounds nice," she smiled. One sentence down. Whatever else she was about to say sat heavy on her chest. Once the words were out, there was nothing that she could do to get them back in again. Talking about this? It's not what she did. Cheerleaders... Chrissy was supposed to be happy. A bright light in the shitstorm that had flung itself upon Hawkins in recent years.

Chrissy inhaled deeply. "Things have been kinda hellish for a while." Her voice a whisper, barely there. "I mean before Vecna... everyone likes to pretend that everything was and is so perfect." Her gaze dropped to the floor, it was inevitable that she'd feel a sense of discomfort. "My mom, she uh... she hasn't always been the best." Fingers fidgeted with the sleeves of her pajama shirt. "It's complicated. I guess. In a way that's hard to explain. She does things to make me feel small, belittled. Nothing ever physical. But sometimes I think... maybe what she does is worse." The blonde forces herself to a stop. Already scared that she'd shared too much. All she could do now was hope that Billy wasn't the type to judge.

It's not a fuckin' wander why any of them cannot sleep. Horrors have crawled their way from hell and tormented them endlessly. Monsters seem to be the least of his problems lately. Survival offers no sanctuary; there is no peace waiting on the other side. What remains is a festering scab of false hope—picked open again and again, revealing fresh wounds that refuse to heal, each one deeper than the last.

Nightmares used to really get him when he was younger. He could remember them. Vividly clenching his teeth and his heart hammering threatening to spill from his fuckin' chest. So overcome by terror he couldn't bring himself to mention it to anyone. But the real problem? Those nightmares have bled into his waking hours, poisoning the daylight just as much as the dark. Consciousness offers no reprieve; reality and dreams have become indistinguishable, two faces of the same unspeakable ephialtes.

And Chrissy? Her polished exterior and cheerful smile may fool most, but not Billy. He’s spent too many years perfecting his own mask to be deceived by someone else's. Still, he doesn't pry—it’s not his place. If she’s not ready to open up, he won’t ask. After all, swapping war stories isn’t his style. His demons stay locked away in a vault, buried deep, only surfacing in the occasional white-hot eruption of rage—brief, but unmistakably real.

Finding solace in the darkest of places bonded the entire group together. Trauma that resided so deep in all of their souls that it bonded them. Stitching them together with an intricate, yet, ugly thread. Invisible to the naked eye, only available to those trusted implicitly.

Slowly, Chrissy made her way over to the other blonde. Comfort is not something she sought after often. Issues with her mother and asking for help often plagued her. Punishment for asking for a hug, or, a kind word. Most would think that it would harden the young girl, have her lash out at the world... yet, Chrissy tried her best to spread kindness. Naively hoping that the kindness would come full circle and embrace her in the way that her mother refused to.

"No pressure obviously," she began, before taking a sip of her water. Index finger brushing a droplet of condensation from the glass. "But if you wanted to talk, I'm willing to listen." Chrissy allows her words to linger for just a moment, hoping that her kindness would be welcomed. Not everyone wanted to talk about the issues that plagued them. The offer would still be there for them, though. With no expiry date.

"I know first hand that the nightmares aren't any fun." An awkward laugh passed her lips. "I just want you to know that I'm not going to judge. No matter what you decide to tell me, if anything."

Her entire body is covered in casts, bruises, and injuries, and she can look at him with a straight face and say he couldn't have done more? It fills him with an irrational rage that comes entirely out of grief he doesn't know how to process than anything she's said wrong, and has him looking down at his hands while he tries to figure out how to respond.

The pain that flows throughout her entire body is like a fire beneath her skin. Burning ferociously. Yet, she's trying to put on a brave face. Especially for Eddie. It was evident in the way that he carried himself that he blamed himself. An attack from an interdimensional monster that prayed on trauma simply couldn't be his fault. "Eddie," Chrissy's voice was soft, in a way that she was beginning to realize was specifically for him.

If she were to be completely honest, she had no idea what to say. This was a situation far beyond her comprehension. How she'd even survived the attack was beyond her comprehension. Instead, Chrissy found herself reaching for him. The brief pang of fresh pain worth it; if she couldn't comfort him with her words then she'd try to comfort him with a gesture. Her fingers stretched out for him to take her hand. "You were scared and that's okay. We all get scared sometimes, right?"

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