i need more wireface😞😞 theres literally nothing and im eating scraps
of course!!! i love him so much !!!
honestly, no matter how many times you had imagined the apocalypse since you were young, what you had never considered was the idea of having to communicate with gestures to someone who didn't know your language at all.
“bedroom…” you repeated slowly, looking at him with slightly open eyes and vocalizing the word so he would understand. "the two of us,” sign for two. "sleep." you made a sleeping gesture, with both hands against your cheek, pretending to be a pillow.
you had been trying to explain to him that, since you had known him longer (and FEMA hadn't taken him away) among the humans you had taken in, you preferred him to sleep in the room with you, as there were more people in the house and you needed to make room.
but his deep blush and nonsensical words frustrated you.
"dv szevm'g vevm vcxszmtvw xlmuvhhrlmh!" he said, but not understanding, you couldn't help but smile impatiently.
"i need us to go. just until I can get the people at home organized," you tried to explain, and, stammering and smiling to himself, he accompanied you, taking your hand.
and even though that made you smile too, you decided to ignore it.
"you sleep on that side," you said, pointing to the side by the window. "i'll sleep here," you pointed to yourself and then touched your side of the bed.
he seemed to understand, sitting on the other side, and you sighed, turning on the TV. but when you glanced over, you noticed him slowly taking off his shirt.
"woah, woah—hey!" you looked at him with a hand on his shoulder and your face red. "what are you doing?" you laughed, embarrassed.
"huh?" he asked. "rh rg gll hllm? blf'ev zodzbh yvvm gsv lmv gl rmrgrzgv gsrmth…" he stammered, with his bare chest in your direction. "nb uirvmw glow nv gszg blf tfbh dviv nliv szhgb… rm gsvhv nzggvih."
you nodded slowly, admiring his physique from head to toe.
"uh... yeah. heat is awful."
a/n: this is really short, but i'm planning to make this a little longer in a future when i end the requests haha. <3
Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of Wireface's mouth (ouch)
Synopsis: Wireface lets Y/N help remove the stitches on his mouth
Thanks for all the love on part 1! It's been fun writing again:) Thanks for sticking around if ur from my Eddie days! It seems I've got a thing for tall, troubled guys with dark curly hair. Btw I've interpreted Wireface's stitches as literal thin wires, not any kind of string or material that would be used in an actual surgical procedure. Hope that's okay:)
Y/N sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, they felt heavy. She didn't sleep well. All she could think about was that poor guy she let in last night with the wires on his mouth. She pulled the blanket off of herself and got up. She picked up her blue sweater that she had haphazardly left on the floor and pulled it over her head as she thought about what her plan for the day was.
The new guy is top priority. I know he was scared when I tried to help him last night but I can't leave him with all that stuff around his mouth. I should probably talk to the others before I see him though, just to let them know what's going on.
The homeowner walked into the hallway and headed over to the living room. She found the tall man sitting on the sofa with the widow next to him, chatting to each other. They both fell silent as Y/N entered.
“Good morning.” The home owner greeted. She could feel the awkward tension as she came to sit in the armchair. They were definitely just talking about her.
“Morning.” The widow replied. There was an uncomfortable silence. Y/N decided to break it.
“Um I just wanted to let you guys know that there’s a new guest in the house. He’s-“
“Got his mouth sewn shut?” The widow interrupted. Y/N blinked.
“How did you-“
“He came into the bathroom a couple hours ago to use the toilet, scared the shit outta me.” Y/N instantly felt guilty.
“Ah shit I’m sorry. Maybe I should’ve-“ The widow leaned closer.
“Are you kidding me Y/N? The guy has WIRES in his mouth." She dropped back into the sofa with a soft thump. She outstretched an arm in Y/N's direction before quickly dropping it as she questioned. "Why did you let him in?”
“I just-“
“You took pity on him,” The tall man, who had been staring at the floor since Y/N started speaking, finally interrupted. “didn’t you?” He looked up at the homeowner with a glare. Y/N kept her mouth shut. She hated these conversations. Every decision she made was always questioned and scrutinised. She could never do anything right in their eyes. She leaned forward.
“Look, what if he’s not a visitor?” She asked in an attempt to stand her ground.
“What if he is?” The man questioned back, leaning closer as well. “That is the mindset you should have.” Y/N stood up and headed for the door, she was becoming irritated.
“Okay well he’s here now so you can either deal with it or leave.” She said dismissively. She put her hand on the doorknob and pulled it down. The girl sighed. “Sorry. That was harsh. I’m gonna check him for signs and I’ll let you know what happens.” She didn't bother looking back to see their faces, she knew they weren't happy with her choices. They never were.
As she entered the hallway, the little girl came running up to her.
“Y/N!” She was holding the ginger feline, a big smile on her face.
“Oh hey kid, you okay?” The homeowner hid her stress quickly, putting a hand on the girl's head.
“Me and the kitty have been playing.”
“That’s nice. What have you been playing?” The girls smile dropped a little.
“The lady said there’s someone in there.” She pointed to the closet. “Is it a bad person?” She looked worried and held the cat closer to her chest. Y/N squatted down to be at her level.
“I don’t think so. But I’m gonna check on him now to be sure so don’t go in the closet until I say it’s safe okay?” The little girl nodded.
“He sounds scary.” The widow must’ve mentioned the wires to her. Y/N shook her head and gave the girl a reassuring look.
“I don’t think he’s scary. I think he just needs some help to feel better.” The child fidgeted.
“Okay.” It was obvious that she was still unsure. Y/N stood back up and headed to the closet. She turned back around and pointed.
“Look after kitty for me until I’m done.” This seemed to amuse the girl as her smile returned.
“Okay! We’re gonna play in the office.”
“That sounds nice. You guys could read a book together?” Y/N suggested. The girl shook her head.
“No all your books are boring books for adults. The only one with pictures are just maps.” Y/N chuckled. She hadn't looked through that bookshelf in years but she wasn't surprised there weren't any kids books on there.
“Okay okay you go play your game then.” The girl ran off and Y/N focused her attention on the closet door.
She knocked softly before entering. Wireface was leaning on the left wall, his head lifted up to look at her.
“Hi.” She waved with a smile, hoping to look friendly and keep the guy's nerves down. Wireface waved back, a slightly unsure look on his face. His eyes seemed to scan Y/N's every move. She closed the door and leaned on the wall opposite. “Umm… how do I start this…”
She pointed at her ear. “Can you hear?” Wireface touched his own ear and gave her a puzzled look. “Do you have a hearing problem? Maybe you can read my lips if a speak clearer or slower?” Y/N asked hopeful.
The first aid kit fell off the shelf and slammed on the floor suddenly. Both of them jumped. Y/N put a hand on her chest. “Jeez that scared the shit outta me.” She went to pick it up and stopped. “Wait. You jumped.” Y/N turned back around pointed a finger at him. “That means you heard it hit the floor.” Wireface’s eyes were fixed on the first aid kit.
Oh no he's gonna get scared again. I'll bench the communication problem for a minute and sort his mouth out first. Maybe if I get this part over with he can relax and help us understand each other.
She pointed at the first aid kit and then her own mouth. “I’m gonna get that stuff off your face.” Wireface's eyes widened and he shook his head. Y/N nodded, grabbed the pliers and went to sit on the floor. “Yes. Yes I am. Come sit here.” She gestured for him to sit. He slowly lowered himself.
Y/N opened up the kit and rummaged through it. Wireface leaned forward anxiously to see what she was doing. She took a bit of clean cloth and poured rubbing alcohol onto it, and then sterilised the pliers. Wireface fiddled with his shirt as Y/N turned to him. She spoke in a soothing soft tone. "I'm gonna be as gentle as possible okay? I've gotta cut the wires first."
Y/N used her free hand to gently hold Wireface's chin to steady him. She thread the pliers through the wire on the far left and angled it so the cutting part was in line. Wireface shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to watch. The pliers were squeezed shut and the wire broke with a snap. He made a small pained sound. Y/N rubbed her thumb against the side of his face. "I know I'm sorry."
She continued to cut each piece, Wireface wincing at each one. He kept his eyes tightly shut. When all the wires were cut, Y/N pulled his lower lip down gently and used the pliers to pull out each piece of wire. She did the same with the top lip, making a mental note that his teeth had a yellow tint to them.
She took some more rubbling alcohol and a new cloth and softly dabbed it around his mouth, her other hand holding his chin again. He sucked in air through his teeth. "Sorry about the sting. I'm nearly done." She reassured. As Wireface got used to the sensation, he slowly opened his eyes back up. Y/N had gotten a lot closer to him since she started. He wasn't expecting her to be almost sitting on his lap. Y/N rubbed her thumb back and forth on his cheek again. "Really nearly done now okay?" She was too in the zone to notice the boy's cheeks turning red.
She finally backed away and admired her work. Luckily there was minimal blood, the area around his mouth was more red but that would go down with time. She looked at his face as a whole, he seemed to be avoiding her gaze. She could see the whites of his eyes, no redness there.
"Feel better?" She asked. Wireface finally looked back at her. He smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Zs gszmp blf uli svokrmt nv. Hliib dv szw gl tvg hl xolhv zmw kvihlmzo. Z yrg vnyziizhrmt wlm'g blf gsrmp? (Ah thank you for helping me. Sorry we had to get so close and personal. A bit embarrasing don't you think?)" Y/N blinked.
"...what?"
"R'n tfvhhrmt blf wlm'g fmwvihgzmw nv. R'n mlg hfikirhvw. R szevm'g ulfmw zmblmv dsl wlvh hrmxv gsv dliow vmwvw. (I'm guessing you don't understand me. I'm not surprised. I haven't found anyone who does since the world ended.)"
"You... we don't speak the same language." It hadn't occurred to her that this guy wasn't from here. She ran a hand through her hair and chuckled. "What the fuck do we do now?"
Quinni sat in her morning English class, doodling in her notebook as Miss Obah went through attendance. She didn’t particularly like English this year since she didn’t have any friends in that class. Still, at least it was with Miss Obah.
“Okay,” The teacher began. “Now before we begin, we have a new student joining us so please give her a warm welcome.”
Everyone turned to watch the unfamiliar girl enter the room and walk up to the front. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”
The newbie nodded and smiled at the class.
“Hi I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you all.” She had a warm, welcoming aura about her. Miss Obah nodded.
“Does anyone have any questions for Y/N?” A couple hands went up. Missy was picked first.
“How come you changed schools?”
“I moved here a couple weeks ago. My Dad got a new job.” Missy nodded with a polite smile. Y/N pointed to Ant at the back.
“Are you single?” The class erupted with noise. Half laughing, the other half telling Ant to shut up. Y/N was just amused. She chuckled along with the others but didn’t answer. She caught the eyes of the boy next to the one who asked the question.
A blonde boy. Tall and kinda lanky but still strong. Plain white shirt with an orange button up over it. One ear pierced and a silver chain around his neck. He was leaning back in his chair, arms relaxed and folded across his chest.
He was smiling at her like most of the class yet it felt a little different. He almost looked shy when she looked at him, contradicting to his otherwise confident persona.
“Okay thank you for that Ant.” Miss Obah shut down. “That’s enough questions for now. Why don’t you sit next to Quinni?” The teacher gestured to the student. Y/N walked over and sat down.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” The girls exchanged.
“Quinni would you mind looking after Y/N for today?” Miss Obah asked. Quinni nodded.
“Yeah I can do that.”
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“So, anyone you’ve seen take your fancy yet?” Amerie wiggled her eyebrows comically making Y/N laugh. Harper playfully pushed Amerie’s shoulder.
“Oh come off it Ams she’s been here a day.”
“Well…” Y/N mumbled. “There is this one guy…” The group all leaned closer in excitement.
“Oh my gosh who??” Amerie poked.
“Uh I don’t know his name but,” Y/N gestured over to the other side of the quad. “The blonde one, over there.”
Dusty, Spider and Ant were hanging out and chatting. The group with Y/N all pulled disgusted faces. Darren shook their head and put their hands on her protectively.
“Oh no honey. Definitely not.” The others did the same with similar responses.
“Oh.” Y/N replied, disappointed.
“Why him?” Malakai asked, a question they were all thinking. Y/N shrugged with a small smile on her face.
“I thought he was kinda cute. I like how he smiled at me when I introduced myself this morning.” Harper shook her head.
“Whatever that smile meant, it’s not a good thing.” The others agreed. Y/N sighed.
“Okay then.” She looked back over at the trio of boys to see Spider looking her way. He smiles at her then turns back to the boys. Y/N thought to herself.
Synopsis: Freddie's been crushing on the girl who works at the comic book store for a while but this time one of them might’ve made a move
Reaaaaaaally old thing I wrote, haven’t reread it just trying to clear out my drafts, let me know if it’s any good lol
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"Dude I'll be like five minutes tops." Billy rolled his eyes as he followed Freddie into the comic book shop. It was never just five minutes. Billy knew he was about to be bombarded with information about fictional heroes he knew nothing about, but he was used to it. One of the things Billy loved about his friend was his seemly unending knowledge of fictional superheroes, which has significantly grown since they became heroes themselves.
He watched as Freddie excitedly hurried over to a section of the store with a 'new' sign above it and began flipping through issues. Billy walked over to stand next to him and scanned the titles as Freddie flicked through. The rest of the store was pretty barren. No one was at the counter, the only employee that could be seen was a lanky man in his early twenties unenthusiastically cleaning a display case filled with figurines at the other end of the store. The only other customer was examining the contents of the case. The middle aged man stroked his neck beard, deep in thought, deciding what he should purchase.
Billy didn't really get what Freddie's fascination was with this stuff, especially since they were living the stories in the comics. But he never questioned it. He turned back to Freddie as he got the the end of the new issues. The boy's face slowly changed into a more somber expression as he got to the end of the last comic.
"Shit..." He said to himself. Billy frowned.
"You okay?" Freddie sighed and turned around.
"It's not here." Defeated, he began to head to the door, mumbling to himself. "I knew I shoulda come in the morning, idiot." Billy began to follow.
"What were you looking for?"
"The new issue of Hawk-"
"Hawkgirl?" A girl's voice finished the sentence. The two turned to see Y/N had come out from the employee break room and was now at the counter holding the comic. Freddie immediately perked up upon seeing her, quickly trying to fix his hair.
"Y-Y/N!" He said a little too strongly. He made a small cough and composed himself as he walked over to her. "Sorry that was loud." Billy chuckled and followed him to the counter.
Freddie had had a crush on her since the day he first saw her in the store. Any girl his age being interested in superheroes would have gotten his attention but a girl who worked at the comic book store? And was generally nice to him? Dream girl.
"I saw that the new issue was going quickly so I saved you one." Y/N smiled as she put the comic down on the counter and pushed it over to Freddie. He blinked, looked down at the comic, then back up at her.
"...You saved this for me?" Y/N shrugged.
"Well yeah, I couldn't have you missing issue 6 of this series." She smiled. Freddie couldn't help but smile back. She remembered what he was reading? And went to the effort of saving him the next issue?
“Wow, thanks.” The boy beamed. “How much do I owe yo-“ Y/N picked the comic back up and playfully pushed it into Freddie’s chest.
“It’s on the house dummy! Just take it.”
“R-Really?”
“Yeah of course!” She winked. “Now get outta here before my boss notices me giving things away for free.” The three giggle and the boys go to leave.
“Thanks Y/N I owe you big time!” Freddie yelled back as they walked out the door
“Buy me lunch and we’ll say we’re even!”
“Deal!”
Billy yelled back into the store just before the door shut.
“It’s a date!” Freddie’s eyes widened.
“Dude! Why the hell did you do that??” The smaller boy went to rush back inside but Billy pulled his arm to make him keep walking.
Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of Wireface's mouth (ouch)
Synopsis: Y/N decides to let Wireface into her home
Hello Hello! My writing's a bit rusty but I got inspired to write something after getting into this game, I hope you like! Let me know if you want a part 2. Feel free to request Wireface fics:)
Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her shotgun lying close by to her left. Curtains drawn, her only light was the news on TV. It was always the same thing. Sun still scorching, visitors still among humans. Y/N sighed anxiously, fiddling with the hem of her lumpy blue sweater. It was weeks into this routine she had been doing. Checking strangers at her door, letting in who she felt was safe and checking in on them in the coming days, following the signs FEMA has been telling everyone.
The homeowner had always been a companionate caring person which only made it harder for her to turn people away, and even more difficult to accept that she might have to shoot the people she had invited in and gotten to know.
Her home was currently a house of 4.
The neighbours daughter. A sweet girl that Y/N knew well before the world had turned to shit. She does her best to keep the child entertained and distracted from the horrors outside. It doesn’t always work. Sometimes Y/N just sits with her as she cries. She gives her the space to be upset, asks questions about her Dad. Although Y/N wants to keep her spirits up, it's not healthy for her to always keep in what she's feeing.
A very tall man occupies the living room sofa. He enjoys drinking the beer from the fridge and is very blunt. The homeowner knows he often disagrees with the decisions she makes. Y/N didn’t like to think about that fact much, probably because on some level she knows she's too soft.
The newest addition, a grieving woman with vibrant blue hair. Y/N was apprehensive to let her in when she saw the dead body on the lady’s back, but she couldn’t blame her for keeping her husband's body. Y/N couldn’t imagine leaving the body of a loved one somewhere in the world to rot and burn in the scorching sun.
A house of 4. Well, 5 if you include the cat.
Y/N got up from her bed and peaked through the curtains. It was night. She took a deep breath in and then out.
Right, lets go again.
She grabbed her shotgun and put it on her back as she headed into the hallway. Peeking into the kitchen, Y/N could see the little girl sleeping across two chairs. She slowly closed the door to not wake her up.
The woman in the bathroom could be heard weeping. Y/N decided to leave her be.
Finally, she checks on the tall man. He was sitting in his usual spot on the sofa. The cat was curled up on his lap, purring as he pet them.
"Hey." Y/N said quietly. The man lifted one hand up to greet her. "You two okay in here?" He nodded.
"Are you gonna start manning the door for the night?"
"Yeah. I was just checking on everyone before people started knocking." The man looked back down at the cat.
"You need to be more carful with who you let in here." Y/N sighed. Here we go. "Last person you let in could've killed me easily."
"Yeah I know I know I'm really really sorry about that it's just- she had a cat okay? And don't tell me you don't love the cat."
"The Cat is better company than most other people that have been in this house. But I'd rather have no cat and no visitors. You cannot be kind in this world we now live in, it could get us all killed." Y/N pursed her lips. It felt like getting lectured by a parent. She turned to leave.
"I know okay. It's hard. I'm trying." She put her hand on the doorknob and turned. "Get some sleep. It's late." She left the living room and headed over to the front door.
I hate when he gets like that.
Y/N leaned against the wall by the front door and folded her arms. She stared at the wall opposite for a few minutes before someone knocked.
The first person of the night was a large middle aged woman, her hair in a ponytail. She seemed cheerful at first. She reminded Y/N of how some of her Mom's friends were when she was a kid. But the more they chatted, the more Y/N was convinced that there was something off about her.
She decided to not let her in. The woman became irritated and angry but ultimately left.
Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she leaned away from the peephole. She slapped her hands to her face and groaned into them as her head tilted back.
Ughhhh fuck. It’s fine. The suns only just set, if she's human she's got plenty of time to find another shelter.
Another knock. Y/N stood up straight and took a deep breath in.
As she holds her eye up to the peephole, she hears a muffled voice. She can’t make out the words, which she thought was weird because she's never had trouble hearing people through the door before. Looking at the man at her doorstep, he seemed to be around her age, quite tall with dark curly hair. It looked like there was something on his mouth. It’s not clear what it is through the peephole. Y/N just stares at him for a minute, trying to understand what she was looking at.
“Mmmph. Mmmmmmmmph?!” The man makes another noise. Y/N realises he’s still waiting for a response.
“Y-Yes?”
“Mmmph?”
“Yes hello? Are you okay?” The man points at his mouth and shakes his head. “You can’t talk?” He repeats his action. Y/N takes her eye away from the peephole and debates on what to do.
This is really weird. The news didn’t say anything about visitors not being able to talk, and that would be a pretty easy sign to spot.
She looks at him again, scanning the rest of his body.
He looks okay otherwise…maybe I should tell him to leave just to be safe.
Y/N then looks back at his face.
Is he crying?
She opens her door a crack so she can get a better look at him, poking the end of the shotgun out the gap just to be safe. The man's eyes widen as he makes eye contact with the weapon. He slowly raises his hands in fear. Y/N examines him. His face is puffy, tears falling down his cheeks. Around his mouth is red. Y/N can finally see what’s stopping him from speaking. She blinks, her tone a mix of concern and confusion.
“Your mouth…. there’s wires in your mouth.” Why is his mouth wired shut? Did someone do this to him. Why would they do that? Is it because he's dangerous?
The man gives Y/N a pleading look. It looks so painful. Every small mouth movement seems to pull at the skin around his lips. Y/N couldn't take seeing someone like this. She opens the door fully and steps to the side. “Come in, quickly.” She gestures for him to enter.
The man scurries in. He looks nervously around the hallway as Y/N locks the door and puts her shotgun on her back. She grabs the stranger's wrist and heads to the storage room, quickly passing the living room. She knew the tall man would not be fond of this guy.
Once in the storage room, Y/N closes the door behind them and points to a spot on the floor as she looks for something. “You can sit down there.” He stays standing for some reason, looking a bit confused. Y/N looks back at him and points again. “You can sit.” She repeats with a comforting tone. He sits this time.
Y/N finds her toolbox and takes out a pair of pliers. She doesn’t notice Wireface shuffling nervously. She mumbles to herself. “Where did I put that- oh here it is.” She picks up her first aid kit.
Wireface’s eyes widen. He scrambles to the back left corner as the sight of the green box with the recognisable white symbol on the front. Y/N’s head darts around at the sudden movement. The man was shaking, flailing his arms, making distressed noises. She puts the box and pliers back down and holds her hands up. “Woah woah woah hey hey hey it’s okay-“
She crouches down to be eye level with him. He was still shaking as he watched her. “I didn’t mean to- I-I just want to help you.” Y/N explained in a soft tone. She scanned his face, trying to understand the extreme reaction. Her eyebrows furrowed. “You can hear me right?” His face didn’t change.
Is he deaf? Hard of hearing? He might be. He doesn’t seem to react to what I say.
Y/N stood back up slowly. Wireface watched her intently, trying to predict if she was going to grab the first aid kit again.
I don't think he's gonna let me do anything to him tonight. I’ll leave him be.
"You should get some rest. You've probably been out there for hours right?" The man still didn't react. Y/N put her hands in a praying position and put them on the side of her tilted head. "Sleep?" Wireface nodded. "Okay, I'll come check on you in the morning then."
The homeowner turned to leave, she glanced at the first aid kit as she left.
I'll try again tomorrow. I can't leave him like that. Poor guy.
“You been chatting up alotta guys on your road trip?” Eddie asked with a grin, swirling the liquor around in his glass hearing the ice clink. It was rare for anyone to actually listen to his band when they’re playing at the bar, let alone want to talk to him after their set.
“Nope, just you.” Y/N replied casually. She took a sip from her glass. “What about you? You get a lot of groupies?” Eddie let out a single loud Ha!
“No definitely not.” He shook his head. “Girls don’t really like to look in my general direction.”
“What the fuck are you on about?” Y/N questioned, leaning dramatically forward, making Eddie giggle. He put a hand on the back of his neck and looked over to the other side of the bar.
“Uh well weirdo nerd metalheads aren’t exactly the big thing around here.”
“But you’re hot!” Eddie laughed harder. “Are the girls in this town fuckin blind or something??” Y/N downed the rest of her drink. Eddie rubbed his face with his hand.
“Aww man where the hell did you come from” Eddie mumbled to himself.
babeeee can i just say you have immaculate taste in fictional men AND ur writing is amazing!! teach me your ways😩🙏🏽 also i hope you’re having a good day/night<3
Omg this message is from like a year ago but I've just logged back into this account and this is so sweet to come back to! Thank u so much I hope you're having a good day/night too<3
Warnings: naming sexual terms (y’know the map stuff)
Synopsis: The students of Hartley High discover a sex map in the old stairwell which causes public outrage and puts all kinds of relationships on the line. Y/N is surprised to find herself on the map connected to a certain blondie
Not proofread sorry hehe
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Y/N walked into school the following Monday, not particularly excited to hang with her so called friends. Sasha and Missy hadn’t called or texted her over the weekend about ditching her at the party. Missy texted her about her class schedule for the new school year and Sasha hadn’t said anything at all.
Not surprising, just disappointing.
She decided to walk to school, not really wanting to be in a car with them right now. Dusty, Ant and Spider were in their usual morning spot near the bikes. Ant spotted her and sped over, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process.
“Y/N!” The girl stopped and blinked.
“Yeah Ant?”
“Can I see your timetable for this year?” Y/N rolled her eyes. Ant and her had always had at least one class together every year since year 7. And Ant had been copying Y/N’s homework in those classes since then.
She held out her hand.
“Show me yours.” Ant excitedly pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of his timetable. Y/N scanned then handed it back.
“Maths, English and Biology.”
“Yes!” Ant punched the air. Y/N smirked.
“Not so fast Anthony. I’m gonna start charging you this year.” Ant’s arms went limp.
“Whaaat? Y/N come on-“
“Nope. You gotta pay up or you gotta do it yourself.” He sighed.
“Okay fine.” Dusty and Spider walked over.
“You still letting Ant copy your homework?” Dusty asked, amused.
“Yes but with a little twist this year.” Y/N sung. Ant looked defeated.
“I’m gonna have to get a job now.” Spider laughed.
“Aww Y/N you chargin’ him now?” Y/N grinned. She was wondering when he was going to say something.
“Well I’ve got my eye on a new pair of shoes, so one of us better start working.” He laughed harder.
Spider seemed to be back to his usual self but with something a little different. Something only Y/N would notice.
It felt like he was noticing her more. Y/N wasn’t sure if that would make sense to anyone else but it made sense to her. The way he looked at her was different. Like he was hanging off of every word she said, awaiting the next.
It didn’t feel like he had changed because she had shown him a little affection. It felt more like he might’ve liked her before, and that little kiss on the cheek gave him the confidence that she might like him back.
Dusty put a hand on Y/N’s shoulder before quickly dropping it. Spider’s smile faltered at the action.
“We gotta go but we’ll see ya later.” Dusty started walking away, the other two following after him.
“Thanks Y/N! See ya!” Ant added.
“You better have my money Ant!” Y/N called back making Spider chuckle one last time. He looked back to see Y/N still smiling at him, wiping away the doubt Dusty’s action gave him.
“Hey girl!” Missy sung as her Sasha and Amerie skipped over. Y/N’s face dropped when she saw them.
“Hey.” She replied in an unenthusiastic tone. The girls frowned.
“What’s up?” Missy asked in confusion. Y/N frowned.
“You two ditched me at the party.” Missy blinked in surprise.
“You guys ditched Y/N?” Amerie questioned.
“What?” Missy turned to Sasha. “I thought you said she didn’t wanna come with us?” The pink haired girl stuttered, her lie caught in her throat.
“O-Oh well I didn’t actually ask her, I just assumed she wouldn’t wanna go.” Y/N sighed.
“It would’ve been nice to know that you guys left at least.” Missy stepped a little closer to her.
“I’m really sorry about that Y/N, I had no idea. It won’t happen again.” Y/N nodded and smiled but the apology was from the wrong person.
“Oi! There's a fully-gacked sеx map in the old stairwell. It's called the Incest Map!” A girl in the quad shouted. The trio looked at each other and ran with the rest of the students.
It was true.
There it was. A map of students, some with decorated names when they had a lot of connections, others small connecting to one person. A helpful guide was on the right for the meaning of each line spanning from blowie to butt fucked.
“You scissored Greta Bathgate?” Missy loudly questioned Sasha. “Before or after we broke up?”
“I don't remember.”
“You don't remember?”
“I'm pretty sure we were on a break, but...” Missy began walking away. Sasha called out to her. “Wait, Missy.”
“Nah, I need space, man.” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Good one Sasha.” She looked back at the map, going through names.
Darren gave Ant a wristy, Jessica wanks in public, Sasha’s been with nearly every girl in her year…
Spider.
Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious of Spider’s history. She read the names connecting to his.
Fucked Suzie and Quinni, gave Eleanor a dirty thumb, Saskia gave him a suckback. And according to the little note on the side, he made sure she couldn’t walk for three days. An extra little note added that that was probably fake.
Y/N remembered Spider going around last year bragging about it. Yeah definitely fake.
One last name connected to his.
Y/N.
“Oh shit.” Y/N breathed out. She hadn’t even noticed her own name yet. Sasha pulled a disgusted face.
“Oh gross Y/N you let Spider fuck you?”
“No that’s not true!” Y/N objected. She read the other connections to her name.
Hooked up with Ca$h. Not a complete lie. They made out at a party for like 10 seconds.
Fucked Dusty. Complete lie.
Y/N could tell almost all of these were rumours. But she also knew that everyone loved rumours. She looked over to Spider and Dusty. They were still reading the map.
She watched Spider’s face drop. He blinked slowly, processing. Then he looked around for Y/N and spotted her.
She gave him a look that said Are you gonna say anything? He just looked back at her blankly, like a deer in the headlights.
“Quinni, lazy kebab.” Quinni frowned.
“That's not true. What's a lazy kebab? Spider, what's a lazy kebab?”
Spider’s head turned back to the map. Y/N continued to stare at him in frustration getting nothing in return.
An announcement came over the intercom.
“All students to the gym for assembly. All students to the gym for assembly.” Everyone groaned and headed over, taking some last minute pictures of the map.
Y/N could see Spider ahead of her in the crowd.
Is he really not gonna say anything?
She looked to her right at Amerie who looked very concerned. Y/N couldn’t remember what it said about Amerie on the map but judging by her face it was really bad.
“Hey Ams you okay?” Y/N asked.
“You seen Harper today?” Amerie asked, panicked. Y/N thought then shook her head.
Synopsis: Y/N picks up her little brother’s friends from their after school club and bumps into an old classmate
Y/N notes: none
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Y/N kept her hands on the wheel as she drove towards her old high school, Queen blasting from the cassette player. Her head bobbed to the music as she pulled into the parking lot.
A weird nostalgic feeling filling her as memories from the old building came flooding back. A mix of good and bad. Y/N wasn’t popular, but she certainly wasn’t bullied. She kept to herself and did what she was told, managing to scrape through the four years just fine. No major problems. No… drama.
Damn I was a boring teenager.
The 20 year old thought to herself as she parked the car at the front. She was on the lookout for three familiar faces; Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson. She used to see them on an almost daily basis, being her littlest brother’s best friends. But since she graduated and moved out of her Mom’s house, there weren’t really any times they would bump into each other.
Y/N took out the tape just as the song was ending and took a different one from her glove box. The Clash. She put it in, knowing one of her favourites was gonna start.
Darlin’ you got to let me know,
should I stay or should I go?
She looked back at the building, still nothing. The music continued to fill the car as Y/N tapped on the wheel in time.
If you say that you are mine,
I'll be here 'til the end of time
She decided to get out and stand, leaning on her now open car door. The song just loud enough that she could still hear it.
So you got to let me know,
should I stay or should I go?
Finally, a group of boys burst open the double doors. Y/N spotted the three youngest and gave them a wave. The boys waved back and jogged over to her car. Y/N folded her arms, smiling at them.
“Hey guys! Been a while. You guys look so different!” Y/N remarked. She scanned each boy. “Mike you’re so tall now! Lucas I like the hair and Dustin nice braces.”
“Ugh you sound like my Mom’s friends.” Mike pulled a disgusted face as Dustin and Lucas smiled at her.
“Oh really?” Y/N grabbed Mike and ruffled the boy’s hair comically. “Mikey you’ve become such a handsome young man! Come give me a smooch!” She wrapped him up in a restricting hug whilst making over the top kissing noises. The other boys just laughed as he watched his friend struggle to escape the embrace.
“Ugh I forgot how annoying you are!’’ Y/N let him go after a couple seconds, chuckling. “I’m starting to regret asking you to pick us up.”
“I’m not.” Dustin opposed.
“Me neither.” Lucas added.
“Oh that’s two v one Mike.” Y/N stated. “Looks like you’ll have to endure a car ride home with me instead of walking back in the cold and the dark. Don’t worry, you’ll manage.” She joked.
“Yeah yeah I get it.” Mike huffed.
“Uh Mike, would anyone else buy you guys snacks for the ride home? I don’t think so.” The younger boys’ eyes lit up as they flung open the back seat to see bags of chips and cans of soda.
Y/N watched with a smile as they climbed inside and started on the snacks. That’s when she felt another pair of eyes on her.
‘‘Y/N?’’ A vaguely familiar voice called out to her. She spun around to see an old classmate from school. “Y/N Byers?’’
‘’Holy shit. Eddie Munson?’’ She said with a surprised smile. She took a couple steps closer to him. “Dude I almost didn’t recognise you. Your hair is so long now!’’ Eddie looked taken aback at her reaction, loosing his cool for a moment.
“Ha yeah I’ve been growing it out.’’ He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Why are you here?’’
“Uh I… I’m repeating senior year again.” Eddie explained, looking down to the ground and taking a hand out to rub the back of his neck.
“Oh dude no judgement. I still have no idea how I graduated in 84.” Y/N joked to ease the tension. It seemed to work as Eddie looked back up at her.
“So what have you been up to since then?”
“I work at Family Video. Got promoted to assistant manager a month ago.”
“Wow going up in the world.” Eddie said, half joking. Y/N chuckled, making him smile wider.
‘‘You guys know each other?’’ Dustin asked, stuffing his face. Mike and Lucas looked at the two older kids as well, waiting for an answer.
“Yeah we were in the same grade at school.’’ Y/N explained. The younger ones nodded, realising that they were the same age. “We had homeroom together, senior year.’’
“Yeah I sat behind you.’’ Eddie added. Y/N turned back to him with a smile.
“Oh yeah you did! You used to drum on the back of my chair and drive me CRAZY.’’
‘‘Wh- that was annoying you?! You never said anything!” Eddie chuckled, taking a step closer to her.
“Of course that was annoying me! I was just too shy back then to speak up.” Y/N shook her head at herself.
“Well I apologise. ‘twas not my intention m’lady.” Eddie bowed his head dramatically, hand movements to match. Y/N folded her arms.
“I accept your apology good sir, even if it is two years too late.” Y/N joked. Eddie pretended to be offended, standing back up straight and putting his hand to his chest which made Y/N laugh. She sighed and looked back at the boys. “Well I better get these three home so their Mom’s don’t kill me. It was good to see you Eddie.”
“Yeah, you too Y/N.” He walked to his van as Y/N got back in her car.
“Okay you guys ready to go?” The boys nodded. Y/N drove out of the school, giving Eddie a little wave on the way out.
“So were you and Eddie…friends?” Mike asked, sceptical. He tried to think of any instance where he saw Eddie even talk to a girl, let alone be friends with one. Y/N shook her head.
“Oh no I barely knew him.” Mike frowned.
“Well you seemed pretty excited to see him?” Y/N shrugged.
“I think it’s just that feeling when you see someone you knew from high school and realising how much time has passed. Maybe you’ll get it after you graduate.” The boys nodded. The tape ended. Y/N began playing it from the beginning again.
She tapped the steering wheel along to the beat, then sighed. “I miss Will.” She whined.
It had been a couple months since her Mom and brothers had moved to California. She had had the choice to go with them but decided to stay in Hawkins. She already had her own place and a stable job and moving somewhere else would do a number on her savings.
“What about Johnathan?” Lucas asked. Y/N pulled a face.
“Yeah I guess him too.” The boys laughed at the oldest sibling playing obvious favourite. No she loved Johnathan too but Will was the baby, and he’d always be the baby. “You boys aren’t making too much mess back there are you?” The rustling immediately stopped, making Y/N laugh. “I’m just kidding. I’m getting the car cleaned tomorrow you guys can go crazy.”
“Chores day?” Dustin asked.
“Yeah. Gotta go grocery shopping, tidy the house, do laundry, drop something off at work and get the car cleaned.” Y/N listed off. “Oh the joys of adulthood that await you boys.”
She joked, making the boys smile. “So you guys are friends with Eddie?”
“Yeah he runs the D&D club.” Mike answered.
“Oh right yeah! I totally forgot he did that.” Y/N commented. She looked at them through the rear view mirror. “So you guys tell Will that you don’t wanna play anymore but as soon as you get to High School-“
“I-It’s just because we wanted to make friends!” Mike interjected, feeling a twinge of guilt. Y/N laughed and shook her head.
“I’m kidding guys. As long as you’re having fun.” She brushed off.
They pulled into Mike’s driveway and he jumped out. His Mom opened the door and waved at Y/N, mouthing thanks as her son walked inside. “Well at least his Mom has manners.” Y/N mumbled, making Dustin and Lucas giggle.
Next was Lucas’ house. He jumped out and walked to the front passenger window.
“Thank you ever so much for driving me home Y/N. Do get home safe.” He said exaggeratively.
“You are very welcome Lucas. I will.” Lucas grinned and ran into his house. Y/N turned to look at the last boy. “You wanna jump in the front Dust?”
“Hell yeah!” The boy replied excitedly as he got out and swapped seats.
“Okay next stop, the Henderson residence.” The car started up again and they were back on the road.
“How’s work?” Dustin asked. Y/N shrugged.
“It’s work. Not much happens at Family Video so there’s not much to tell.”
“It must be cool to work with Steve and Robin.” The boy smiled.
“Yeah it’s cool, especially since they have to do everything I say.” Y/N said with mischief in her voice. “How’s high school going?”
“Alright I guess. Still getting bullied like in Middle School. Maybe a little better cause we’ve got Eddie looking out for us.” Y/N nodded sympathetically as she continued to listen. “This guy Jason is the worst-“
“Junior Jason Carver?!” Y/N loudly interrupted “Oh shit wait no he’ll be a senior now. WOW I’m old.”
“You know him?” Dustin questioned.
“I used to be his math tutor. He had a crush on me.” Y/N chuckled to herself.
“Wha- really?”
“Uh don’t sound so surprised Henderson! Yeah he did. His friends used to tease him about it when I was in earshot. I’d pretend not to hear but I did.” Y/N smile dropped. “But now he’s a bully? That’s so upsetting to hear. He seemed so sweet.”
“He mostly picks on Eddie. But then again, Eddie does kinda egg him on.”
“Well I’ll keep an eye out for him so I can give him a stern lecture.” Y/N said, her grip on the wheel tightening ever so slightly.
“Please make sure I’m around when you do, I can’t miss that.” The two laughed together as they stopped outside Dustin’s house. “Oh and the guys. Eddie especially. He’d love it.” Y/N nodded, an amused smile on her face.
“Well here we are.”
“Thanks Y/N.” Dustin said as he got out.
“No problem. Let me know if you guys need another lift.”
“We will! Bye!” Y/N watched him run into the house before looking away. She opened her glove box again to find something else to listen to. She frowned.
Why am I suddenly in the mood for something metal?
Synopsis: After Y/N’s friends ditch her at a house party, Spider unexpectedly comes to the rescue
Another fic for the Heartbreak High fandom! Once again, this has not been proofread at all. I’ll reread it before I start on part 2 lol
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Y/N wandered around the party in search of her friends. Where they had gone she had no idea. One moment they were taking shots in the kitchen, the next they were gone. I guess it wasn’t the first time Sasha and Missy had disappeared on her. It still hurt though.
She pushed her way through the living room and poked her head out the front door before checking the dinning room. They definitely weren’t downstairs. Y/N made her way up to the bathroom then one bedroom. It was best not to go into the other bedroom as it was closed with a sock on the handle.
She huffed in annoyance. They weren’t here.
Spider came up the stairs and noticed her standing there. His eyebrows furrowed.
“Hey.” He said, catching her attention. “You okay?” He asked in a surprisingly soft tone. Y/N sighed as he walked closer to her.
“Yeah I’m fine.” Spider gave her a disbelieving look. Y/N folded her arms and leant against the wall.
“Sasha and Missy ditched me.” She said at the floor. Luckily, Spider still caught what she said, even with the party background noise.
“Really?” Y/N looked back up to see one of Spider’s eyebrows quirked up.
“It’s not the first time.” She turned her head to the other people hanging out in the upstairs hallway. Spider thought of what he should do. He held up his can of beer to her. Y/N squinted at him playfully before taking it. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Spider smiled. “Hey why don’t we grab a couple more drinks and go sit outside?” Y/N blinked in surprise.
“Why are you being nice? It’s weird.”
“What? I’m not allowed to be nice?”
“No, you’re Spider.” The blonde just chuckled and gestured to the stairs.
“C’mon.” Y/N followed him back down, taking sips of the beer as they went. Spider grabbed a couple more cans from the fridge and they headed to the front door, a couple classmates noticing them together and giving odd looks.
Y/N breathed in the night air, away from the crowds of people inside, and sat down on the front lawn. Spider sat beside her and opened one of the cans.
“Where’s Ant and Dusty?” Y/N asked. Spider shrugged.
“Somewhere inside.” Y/N found it a bit weird that he didn’t want to hang with them but didn’t question it any further.
They sat in silence for a little while, looking at the houses across the street and listening to the music coming from behind them.
It was nice. Calming even.
Y/N had forgotten the concept that Spider could be chill. She looked over at him. One leg stretched out, the other bent so that he could rest one arm in his knee and can in hand. The other hand was planted in the grass behind him so he could lean back a little.
Spider was pretty. Most couldn’t see that past his almost always unpleasant personality, but it shone through in moments like this.
He looked over to Y/N after realising she was staring. He smiled.
“What?” Y/N hesitated for a moment before answering.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Spider’s smile grew as he leaned in closer to her.
“What is it?”
“I used to have a crush on you in year 7.” He just stared at her for a moment, blank look, processing. Y/N scanned his face in amusement.
“You used to have a crush on me?” He repeated at a low volume, like he wasn’t quite sure he heard her right. Y/N chuckled and took another sip of beer.
“Yeah don’t let it go to your head.” Another period of silence as Spider continued to process.
“You used to have a crush on me?” Y/N laughed loudly making Spider smile more.
“Dude don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Uh right I just- I just had no idea.” He shrugged and shook his head, still in slight disbelief. Y/N decided to give him some more context.
“Remember how I used to go to the library at lunch? This was before I was friends with Sasha and Missy.” Spider nodded.
“Yeah I remember. I’d always see you whenever I went in there.” Y/N smiled softly and played with the now empty can.
“One time, I was eating my lunch and reading when you burst in and disturbed the peace.” Spider chuckled quietly as Y/N continued to speak. “You were running away from Ant, I don’t remember why.”
“I think I said something about him Mum.” Y/N laughed.
“Yeah sounds about right. Well you ran in and dropped down in the seat next to me. Your breaths were heavy but your smile was so wide. You looked over to me and said-“
“Oi Y/N, cover for me will ya?” Spider said. Y/N grinned.
“You remember.”
“Yeah that was pretty funny. And you did.”
“Of course. I had to back you up and say that you had been with me all lunch.” Spider laughed.
“Such a stupid fuckin lie to Ant’s face. He was so fuckin mad.” Y/N laughed along with him.
“I know right.” She checked her phone for the time. 4am. “Shit I was supposed to be home like an hour ago.” She scrambled to her feet, Spider doing the same.
“I’ll walk you home.”
“Ah no Spider you don’t have to do that.”
“I’m not letting you walk home alone at 4am.” Y/N smiled at him once again.
“Okay then.” The pair began heading down the street. “I’m only like 10 minutes away.”
They walked in comfortable silence until they reached Y/N’s house.
“I’ll see you at school yeah?”
“Yeah. Thanks for walking me home.” Spider shrugged.
“S’alright.” Y/N grinned at him.
“You’re not all bad Spencer White.” She pecked him on the cheek and walked inside.
Spider nodded to himself, scrunched up smile on his face in excitement as he headed back to the party.
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