#day 016

[formuladone]

Driver Every Day 2020 - 016//366 ∟ Day 016 - Max  V e r s t a p p e n

[soundofez]

don't kiss me (1)

Usually, he can ignore her. Usually, he isn’t cursed by a spirit attached to a ring given by his mother. (He doesn’t want to think about what it means, that his mother had cursed him before she had disappeared.)

“What are you doing?” Félix snaps at the pigtailed girl hovering around him.

“Your shirt is lovely,” she chirps, lifting his right arm and inspecting his shirt cuff. “Oh, what a cool ring! Where did you get it?”

He jerks his arm out of her grasp. “None of your business,” he growls, stalking off. “Go away.”

The last time Félix saw his mother, she had pressed a kiss to his forehead. The action was notable only because she had never done that before, and to Félix it meant nothing more. It was not until he had returned home that day and finds the ring that he understood that she had left both Félix and his father.

“This is my parting gift to you, or perhaps my parting curse. I’m sorry,” she had written in her letter. “Be strong.”

Bad luck had manifested when Félix donned his mother’s gift, and its name was Plagg.

Marinette Cheng does not go away.

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[rinaday]

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016/26

photo express

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watching tv ("twin peaks")

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016-365

yo!

[emo-floof-child-writes]

Day 016: Escaped.

Featuring Eddie Munson, and Dustin Henderson.

Steve Harrington mentioned.

1,124 words, and spoilers for s4 Vol. 2, I guess.

Eddie coughs as Dustin holds him in his arms. Dustin wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, to clear the tears from his eyes. “I’m getting you home, Eddie.” He says, reaching into Eddie’s vest to pull out his pocket knife he got at the War Zone. Dustin cuts the fabric of both of their jeans’ pant legs, and fashions a makeshift bandage. “Where’s Steve when you need him?” He mumbles, and stands up. He grits his teeth. “Sorry, this will hurt, Eddie. And I need you to put pressure on those wounds, alright?” He says, and hears a grunt from Eddie in response. He rubs his hands, and lifts Eddie’s limp body by the armpits, dragging him back towards Eddie’s trailer. He teeters as pain shoots up his leg. Dustin whimpers, he’s not sure if it’s broken, but that fall he took as he tried to get back through the portal after Eddie cut the line to lure the bats away from the portal certainly left its mark. For a singular moment, Dustin considers waiting for help. Eddie will bleed out long before the others will be on their way back.

He tightens the bandanna on his head, and hears Eddie moan as he bumps a rock. He sees the smears of blood causing a trail to where he stopped. F*ck the pain in your leg, Dustin! He scolds himself, hitting his cheek with his palm. Would Steve stop fighting if you were in trouble? Eddie needs you right now, get your head in the game! He inches backwards again, avoiding the vines and rocky surfaces as much as possible. He inhales, glancing behind him, and spying Eddie’s house in the distance. He exhales. Enough people have almost died to protect you, it’s about time you repaid the favor! “Come on.” He says, to himself, repeating it as he yanks as hard as he can, letting out a loud yell. The yell was both to summon courage and strength, and also because he could feel his foot gnawing at his sanity. And with a string of various, and colorful swear words as his leg protests. After what feels like ten years, Dustin reaches the door, and kneels down to check on Eddie.

“...Eddie? You still there?” He asks, and Eddie mutters something as blood spurts out his mouth. Dustin leans in, trying to hear what he said. “If I survive, I better get superpowers.” Eddie says, making Dustin chuckle, despite the circumstances. “Are you ready to be dropped through the portal?” He asks, and Eddie wheezes, but manages a nod. “Help me up, I think I can walk a bit.” Dustin nods, grabbing his arms, and pulling him to his feet. They walk inside, and look at the pulsing hole in the floor. “You ready?” Dustin stands behind him, making sure Eddie wasn’t gonna shove him again and stay in the Upside Down again. Eddie swallows. “What happened to the mattress?” He wonders, and Dustin folds his arms. “Not what we should be focusing on right now, but if you must know, it’s because you decided to be stupid and put yourself in danger! Now hurry down before I toss you through it to make sure you don’t die, d!ckhead.”

Eddie swallows, and swings a leg down, turning to face Dustin. He holds himself up with his arms, repelling down, rolling his ankle when landing. Dustin watches as he flings the chair out of sight, and replaces the mattress. “Come on, Henderson. Don’t make my heroics obsolete. I gotta show Harrington that he’s not the only guy who can play the hero.” Dustin bites his tongue to stop himself from retorting that he was prioritizing the wrong things, and jumps down, falling onto the mattress. He sits up, bolting for Eddie’s bathroom to find the first aid kit. He flings the cabinet open, throwing out various prescriptions before finding it, and booking it back to Eddie. He’s laying on the mattress, and Dustin kneels beside him. “I need to bandage you up.” Eddie nods, and Dustin gets to work on wrapping his wounds with real bandages. He had to pause a few times to dry heave, but he got him relatively patched up. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, we need to get you to a hospital.” Eddie shakes his head.

“We can’t go to a hospital, the cops will arrest me.” Dustin hits Eddie’s arm. “It’s better than you being dead!” Dustin says, his voice breaking up. Eddie swallows. “It’s okay, Henderson. I wasn’t going anywhere in life anyway. Just leave me here to die on my own terms.” Dustin clenches his jaw, and stands. “NO. You said ‘86 was going to be your year, right?” He says, going for a phone to dial 911. Eddie laughs, but there is no humor in it. “That was before I was wanted for murder, and I knew about hell dimensions, and was on the brink of death by demon bats!” He exclaims, which becomes a coughing fit. Dustin dials 911, waiting for the dispatcher to respond. “911, what’s your emergency?” The dispatcher asks, and Dustin swallows. “Hi, yes, I need an ambulance! My friend is bleeding out, and he needs a doctor and I’m scared he’s gonna die and--” He raves, gripping his arms to try and stop his trembling. “Calm down, young man. What’s the address?” He takes a deep breath. “The trailer park off of Curly, the Munson residence.” He says, as Eddie shakes his head at him. “Okay, honey.” The dispatcher says. “They’re on their way. Try to remain calm.” Dustin looks at Eddie, who groans, clutching his sides. “Please hurry.”

About three minutes later, the door opens, and paramedics run in. “Isn’t that the cult leader kid?” One of them starts, and Eddie whimpers, no doubt worried they are gonna do something to him or just leave him, before the other paramedic hits him. “We help everyone.” She says, as she helps Eddie onto the stretcher, and carries him to the ambulance. “We will have to call this in.” They add, which makes Dustin’s stomach churn. He follows, climbing into the back with the other EMT. He watches as the EMT stabilizes him. “He’s gonna be okay, right?” He asks, grabbing Eddie’s hand. “He’ll be okay physically, you called us in time to save him, but you won’t be able to see him since he’s a murder suspect.” Dustin turns his nose up at him. “He’s not a murderer! Or a cult leader!” He snaps, glaring at the paramedic, who sighs. “The cops will have to determine that, for now, I need you to remain calm.” Dustin crosses his arms. He sighs. At least he’s safe.

Eddie Munson totally survived bc I'm in denial. Also, last year on the 16th I had a prompt titled "Trapped" and this one is "Escaped" which was accidental, lmao.