#I would also kill for steve and jonathan to become friends

[oldfashionedmorphine]

I want more of this 😭

[blue-blue-blooms]

A Little Crush   

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Part 1

Summary: In which Eddie develops a crush on the Henderson sister.

You weren't sure exactly when your life had gone to absolute shit. Was it when you found a strange, superpowered adolescent girl living in Mike Wheeler's basement? Was it when you walked in on a baby demogorgan eating your cat? Or was it when you were drugged by evil Russians operating under Starcourt Mall? You couldn't even remember a time when life was normal. If someone had told you that you would become best friends with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and fight literal monsters from an alternate universe alongside Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan 'The Creep' Byers a few years ago, you would've laughed in their face. Now? You'd survived the most traumatising events of your life alongside these people. You were bonded for life.

The last few years had also made you closer with Dustin. You loved your baby brother and his weird friends, especially since you'd spent so much time babysitting them. But no amount of love could make you say yes to what they were asking of you.

"Please?" Dustin begged, following you down the hallway as you made your way to Ms. O'Connell's class.

"No! I have, like, three essays due this week, Dustin. I don't have the time to sub." You respond.

"It's only for tonight! Lucas can't make it and we really need a sub. We're nearly done with the campaign and Eddie will kill us if we make him reschedule!" Dustin pleads.

You were really happy that Dustin and Mike had found a safe space in high school. Lord knows those two idiots needed it. Freshmen year is probably the toughest of them all. You're new, scared, and lonely. You were really glad that they'd found friends, a place where they could be their nerdy selves and feel accepted. Hell, even you'd dabbled in their interests when you'd babysat them. DnD wasn't half bad, and not nearly as hard to undertand as you once thought. You'd spent many nights in Mike's basement playing with them. The first few times, you'd get your character killed in the first fifteen minutes. But after a while, you started making progress (even though you're convinced that the party was exceptionally lenient with you after you once burst into tears over getting killed off).

"I'll do your half of the chores for a week!" Dustin exclaims.

That makes you stop.

"A week?" You turn around to look at him, "Make it two weeks and I'll sub."

"Two? Are you insane!?" Dustin yells, making a few people lingering in the hallway turn and look at you both.

"Two or no deal, Dusty Buns," You tease, "And be quick, I'm late for my class."

"Fine!" Dustin says, "And stop calling me 'Dusty Buns'"

"Why? Is that nickname just for Suzy Poo?" You tease.

Dustin glowers at you as you walk off.

♡♡♡

"So, who's the DM?" You ask as you walk alongside Dustin and Mike.

"It's Eddie, Eddie Munson. He's a senior. Long hair, wears a hellfire T-Shirt, I talk about him constantly. God, do you ever listen to me?" Dustin claims exasperatedly.

"Oh! Eddie as in your new favorite older male best friend who Steve's weirdly jealous of?" You ask, "I've seen him around. Is he the one who jumps on lunch tables and yells a lot?"

"Yup." Mike responded, "He's a bit scary when he's revved up. Just warning you beforehand in case he comes off...a bit intimidating."

You nod.

"Hasn't he been held back, like, three times?" You ask.

Before either of the boys could answer, you reach the room. The first thing you see is the table where the game is set. There are three boys sat around, all with Hellfire T-Shirts on. Your eyes fleet from one to the other until finally landing on Eddie. You recognise him immediately from the amount of times you've seen him yelling in the cafeteria.

Dustin and Mike failed to mention how cute he was, you think.

His hair was long and wavy. He was wearing multiple rings. And he was covered in tattoos. You're pretty sure you saw a few bats peeking from under his sleeve.

"Who's this?" One of the guys asks, making all three turn around and look at you.

"This is Y/N! She's subbing for Lucas!" Mike says, the words spilling out fast and nervously.

Why the hell are they so jittery?

"Yeah, she's my sister! The one I mentioned a couple days ago." Dustin adds.

"Does she even know how to play DnD?" The other boy asks.

"Okay, excuse me, I wouldn't have come if I didn't know how to play," You finally speak, waving your hand a little to get their attention.

"So, this is your infamous sister?" Eddie finally speaks, his eyes landing on you, "You know, I thought he made you up. What's your class and level? Level One Elf?"

Elf? Is he mocking me?

"Are you mocking me?" You ask incredously.

"Is he mocking me?" you turn towards Dustin and Mike who immediately start gesticulating, probably asking you to shut up.

"My name is Aeren Sirenfall and I'm a level 14 chaotic good half-elf rogue. I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow...agonising...death." You say, your voice slow and hard as you glare at Eddie, "So, are we gonna play this stupid game or not?"

You're pretty sure you hear one of the boys mutter a 'she's terrifying' to Dustin.

You watch as Eddie's eyes slowly soften and a grin emerges on his face, "Welcome to Hellfire Club."

[louloulemons-posts]

Hello! I saw that you are accepting requests for strangeк things and I decided to try ... I really like reading your work and I would like you to write my idea if it's not difficult for you. In general, I sincerely believe that there is very little jealous!Eddie in the world and it kills me. What if Eddie and reader aren't together YET, but Munson is so damn jealous of her for Steve, and Steve and reader don't understand why Eddie is so...mean

+ extra points if Dustin solved all the problems again 😐😐

Sorry if this is too long and stupid! Love you!!!

Words Of Jealousy

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie can’t stand reader and she has no clue why.

Word count : 2.1k

Warnings : Not proofread, some parts were written at 3am and some at a normal time (i can only apologise i love napping) swears, eddies stupid, minor angst, eddies mean to reader, reader shouts at eddie, reader panics about death (it’s kinda funny), brief talks about the upside down, happy ending, fluffy, idiots in love.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You don’t really know why’s it like this, but it always had been. Eddie didn’t like you that much was clear. Snide comments, eye rolls, chuckling when you embarrass yourself.

All in all he was an asshole. He came into your friend group a few months back, you’d seen him around before that, but hadn’t interacted much.

Steve Harrington had been your best friend since Pre-K, being inseparable (minus the King Steve - which you’ll forever tease him for) A lot of people assumed you’d end up together, however, the idea of that was gross to both of you.

You had dealt with the whole Upside Down situation also, becoming close with a lot of other people - including Robin Buckley, your other bestfriend and third of your trio.

“So I was thinking, we could have a movie night?” Steve said, his parents had been back for a week and had now gone on another business trip. He needed a fun night after dealing with those two trolls.

“Sounds good, but you’re not picking,” you spoke. “Why not?”

“Because your movie taste is awful,” Robin spoke, shoving a handful of M&Ms into her mouth. “What the hell? It’s not, I literally work in a movie store!”

“Which makes it so much worse,” you sighed, leaning your head on robins. “I’ll pick them out,” Robin spoke.

“Now you I trust.” She leaned her head back and kissed your chin.

“Fine fine, I’ll invite people.”

“Who are people?” you asked.

“Well you know, Nance, Jonathan, the kids, and you know …” he mumbled something.

“What was that?” He mumbled again.

“Couldn’t quite hear you Stevie.”

“Eddie.” You rolled your eyes, groaning. “He’s not that bad!” Steve tried to say.

“To you. He’s horrible to me and I don’t even know why!”

The bell to the store jingled, a sign that someone had walked in. “Speak of the devil,” you said, kissing Robin on the top of the head before jumping off the counter. “I’ll see you guys later,” you said to Robin and Steve, kissing the boys cheek as you passed.

“Aw going so soon Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, exaggerated pout on his face. “Oh bite me,” you said, shoulder bumping him as you went past.

What an asshole.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Steve had called you later on and apologised about the fact that Eddie was coming. He had begged you to come also, of course you said yes. You didn’t like Eddie, but that wouldn’t ruin your relationship with your best friend.

Climbing out of the car with your bag - you planned on staying the night, like most nights. You walked into Steve’s house, calling out a greeting.

“Hey,” he shouted back, head popping round a corner. “I’m taking my stuff upstairs, I’ll be back in a minute.” Jogging upstairs and into your allocated room you placed your bag on the bed. Pulling out your hoodie you slid it on heading back downstairs.

Coming out of the door, you bumped into someone, “Oh shit sorry Stevi- oh,” you spoke, meeting the eyes of a metal head.

“Watch yourself Sweetheart.” Walking away from him you began your decent on the stairs.

“Not talking to me today?” he asked.

“Ha, you’re funny,” you spoke, sarcasm lacing your tone. “Oh yeah, why’s that?” Stopping on a step and turning to him, “Why the hell would I waste my time?”

“Come on Sweetheart don’t be like that!”

“Jesus christ Eddie can you just shut up for one fucking second. I get you don’t like me, but I’m not here for you I’m here for our friends, so get your head out your house.”

His face went still, the playful glimmer leaving his eyes and jaw clenching. “I was teasing, maybe you should stop being such a bitch for once in your life,” he snarled, stomping past you.

As you said - asshole.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Woah, you okay Eddie?” Dustin asked him.

“Princess’ got an issue today,” he rolled his eyes, sighing. “Let’s be honest, you’re not the nicest to her,” Steve spoke up, pulling a can of cola from the fridge for the boy.

“Doesn’t mean she gets to-”

“Eddie I’m telling you this as your friend, you insult that girl in front of my and I’ll break your nose,” Steve spoke, popping the tab and sliding the can to him.

The boy sighed again, taking a gulp of the drink. “Not everyone ends up liking each other and being friends Eddie, don’t take it personally,” Dustin tried to comfort him.

“I wouldn’t want to be her friend.”

“Well lucky me, cause that’s the last thing I want,” you spoke, appearing in the kitchen, making all three of them jump. Eddie almost seemed to wince when he saw you.

“ I get you don’t like me, but do not come in here and speak badly of me to MY friends. You have an issue I get that, you are rude and mean to me all the time and I don’t have a clue why, honestly I don’t care,” you took a breath.

“But do not, speak badly of me to my friends. I would have happily been buds with you, but you don’t want that clearly, every time I’ve been nice you’ve been cruel. Maybe grow up Eddie, fucking asshole,” you spoke.

After he left you on the stairs, you’d turned around and grabbed the bag. You couldn’t do this, even for Steve, you didn’t want to ruin the night with that horrible tension and simmering bitterness.

Turning on your heal you left the house heading to your car, heading your name called behind you. “I’m sorry Steve, just have a good night. I call you tomorrow and me, you and Robs can do something okay.” Kissing his cheek, you climbed in and headed off.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You didn’t drive home, you felt many things. Angry. Upset. Tired. You never had a solid reason why he didn’t like you and you know, like Dustin said, not everyone gets along. But he got along with everyone else - why not you?

You car clunked. Shit. Could this day be any more shit? It was getting dark too. You had no signal. And you were down a creepy side road. You were dead, that was simple.

Heading to the front of your car, you opened your car up. Smoke flooding your lungs. Well shit, you weren’t bad with cars, but you weren’t a magician. This definitely needed a mechanic.

Looking around you knew where you were, but the walk was far and it wasn’t that safe. You climbed back into the car, placing your head on the steering wheel. All you could do was wait here for now and hope that someone drove passed (preferably not a murderer) or sleep there until morning (and didn’t get killed).

Thank god for your hoodie, Autumn was rolling in quickly this year. Only a few days into September and it was sending a chills all over you - that could also be fear. If a light flickered, you’d vomit on the spot.

You sighed, well you’d better get comfy for now. The sunset was a beautiful sight, but also scary and you wished it would stop.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You’d been there for a while now, not wanting to waste your gas. It was cold and dark, and you could cry.

The car filled with light, looking behind you, a vehicle drove down the road. Squinting, you tried to make out what it was - a van. Oh shit, yes definitely dead.

Panicking, you tried to start the car again. No use. The lights of the van remained on, but the door of it slammed. Throwing yourself out of the car, you saw the large figure coming towards you.

Attempting to walk as quickly as you could without sprinting, you heading down the road and away from whoever it was. “Hey!” you heard a voice, but continued on your way.

Gravel crushed under two sets of feet, one moving alarmingly quick now. Hands gripped your shoulders and you screamed, squirming to get away. “Hey hey! Sweetheart calm down!” The voice said loudly now.

Shoving away from the person you almost cried out, “Eddie? What the hell?”

“Are you okay?” he asked, hands visible to you, as if you were a scarred animal. “Oh yeah, minus the minor heart attack I’m great.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“My car broke down,” you sighed.

“Have you been here since you left Steve’s.”

“Pretty much.”

“Sweetheart you left 5 hours ago, people are worried.”

“What?” you asked, “Why would anyone be worried?”

“Well …,” he began.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Steve walked back into the kitchen, hand running through his hair. “What is your issue with her?” he snapped at Eddie, unable to ignore the behaviour anymore.

“I don’t have an issue! She’s just not my type of person!”

“Not your type of person, she’s everyone’s type of person. She’s sweet and kind and just lovely.”

“She’s you best friend, you’d think that!”

“So what you just hate her for no reason?”

“I don’t hate her!”

“Then why do you behave the way you do?”

“He likes her,” Dustin spoke up, munching on a potato chip. The older boys turned and looked at her. “W-what?” Eddie asked.

“You can deny it all you want, but you’re acting like most young boys do when they like people. Tease them, which in all honesty is so stupid.”

“Is it true? Do you like her?” Steve asked.

“N-no! I wouldn’t! I wouldn’t do that to you!”

“Do what to me?” Steve asked cocking his head, purely confused. “S-she’s your girl.”

“Yeah my best friend. But she’s not my girl in a romantic sense. That’s gross, we’ve know each other forever, she’s basically my sister.”

“What?” Eddie asked, not really a question.

“God you’re stupid. Go after her,” Dustin sighed. “Henderson’s right, go,” Steve spoke. Eddie nodded, running out of the house and to his van.

Driving to your home he was confused not to see you car there, but knocked the door none the less. Pulled open, he came face to face with your mother. “Oh hello, can I help you?” No judgement at all - that wasn’t common.

“Hi, I’m Eddie. I’m a uh … friend of your daughters. I was just wondering if she was home?”

“Sorry Honey, she’s staying at a friends tonight. I can get her to call you when she’s home,” she smiled at him softly.

“Thank you,” he nodded, raising a hand in goodbye, heading back to his car. “Where are you Sweetheart?” He mumbled to himself.

Deciding that heading back to Steve’s was the best option, to see if she’d cooled off and gone back. He panicked when he saw the absence of your car, Steve would know where you’d go.

Running in the house, he didn’t even bother to knock, calling out for your bestfriend. “You’re back?” he questioned.

“If she wasn’t home where would she be?”

“She’s not home?”

“No,” the metal head sighed.

“Shit.”

“Yeah shit.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“We’ve been looking for you for hours Sweetheart.”

“I didn’t mean to worry anyone, I just didn’t want to walk in the dark.”

“You’re lucky it was me who found you.”

“I know.”

“Seriously you could have been hurt, why didn’t you go home?”

“Because I needed to clear my head!”

“So you come to somewhere unsafe.”

“I was passing through! Why are you so bothered?” you almost shouted at him.

“Because I’d never forgive myself if you got hurt because of me!”

“Why?”

“How can you not know?”

“Know what?”

“I like you! For fuck sake! This is what all of this has been about. I thought you were with Steve and I’d rather you be happy with him and hate me then be nice and let me fall in love with you,” he said in one breath.

“Wha-“

“I know it’s stupid and childish, but I don’t really know how to talk to girls I like! And I panicked and I didn’t want Steve to hate me for liking his girlfriend.”

“‘M not his girlfriend.”

“I know that now.”

“You like me.”

“I do.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I am.”

“I’ve liked you since Middle School.”

“I kno- Wait what?”

“You heard me. Now can you help me with my car because I am freezing.”

“Oh uhh yeah sure. I can get my Uncle to call his buddy to tow it to the shop.”

“Thank you Eddie.”

You headed back to your cars, side by side. “You really like me?” he asked.

“I do. You’d know that if you got to know me.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“You can make it up to me.”

“How so?” You smiled slightly, then linked your fingers through his ring covered ones. “Take me on a date Munson.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : I hope you enjoyed this request it was really fun to do more jealous Eddie, but I had to make it happy in the end.

I am having major writes block so if you have any ideas of requests or stuff let me know. I’m currently back in my criminal mind phase so if you’d be interested in fics about the guys from that (-mainly spencer lmao) let me know 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[will80sbyers]

I mean you can't kill Robin because she's a lesbian and I would literally become dangerous if you did kill her, you can't kill Steve because it's freaking boring as fuck after you killed Eddie and also cruel on Dustin, you can't kill Nancy because she has too many connections and the Barb storyline to resolve + she has to become a journalist and you just gave her some new friends so now she's not isolated anymore and could take the loss thanks to that, Joyce has Hopper and other two children so they will go on, Will has his friends and lover so he would go on in the long run... Killing the kids is cruel and too depressing, but Jonathan has been sidelined and this would literally give him the stage of the whole show after and could be powerful as a story of love if he sacrificed/saved them all... Killing Hopper or Joyce after Jopper happened is insane, killing Max is ridiculous and a bad message about depression... The options are him or no one for the main characters

[chelseeebe]

pick a side or i’ll pick you both. (part two)

blood, guts and gore. cheating, smut.. idk what there isn’t in here.

summary: what happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? does anyone make it out of hawkins alive?

a/n: idk if i like this hehe. i’ve also not really read it through bc i detest reading anything i’ve written so excuse any mistakes. i’ve written a small epilogue for this which i’m gonna post separately soon!

taglist: @manyfandomsfanvergent @nope-thanks @secretdryrose @bibieddiesgf @val-writesstuff

part one. | part two. | epilogue.

for a memorial, things were pretty wild. suppose with the whole town still reeling from the murders, it was to be expected that people wanted to let loose.

including steve.

who was sat jabbering on about nancy and the amazing memories he held with jason. utter bullshit. but he was incredibly intoxicated so you’d let him off.

you stay away from the drink, nursing a singular beer all night. too afraid to get drunk and let go of your inhibitions. unsure of what you might let slip.

eddie was at least keeping his part of the deal, sat in the corner with jonathan. feeding him shots and occasionally disappearing to the garden to smoke. you watched on anxiously. getting sly looks from eddie every now and again.

they weren’t exactly telling you much.

he nods towards the stairs, standing up and walking away. you waited a moment before following. fobbing steve off to a member of the basketball team sat next to you.

you have to open every last door and eventually find eddie perched against the sink in the bathroom. gnawing on the skin around his fingernails.

‘finally,’ he remarks, throwing his hands up.

you lock the door behind you and stand opposite him, ‘so? what did he say?’

eddie sighs, finishing off his drink, ‘well, the bad news is that he definitely thinks you had something to do with it.’

‘what?’ you hiss, widening your eyes at how nonchalantly he just said that.

‘but,’ he pauses for dramatic effect, ‘he thinks steve’s involved.. some jealous ex thing, he wasn’t really making sense at this point.’

you exhale, so jonathan doesn’t necessarily think you killed nancy. just that you helped steve do it. which wasn’t really any better.

‘fuck,’ you sigh, rubbing your forehead. where the fuck do you go from here besides the obvious?

‘hey, maybe it’s not all that bad.. he doesn’t think it was you exactly, we could just.. convince him it was someone else?’

‘he thinks it was steve,’ you say pointedly, ‘my boyfriend? the entire reason we started this shit in the first place?’

‘yeah so.. we frame someone else. one last kill.. murder-suicide. someone you really have it in for,’ he shrugs, his calm demeanour was really irking. he should be more scared.

you ponder for a second, you didn’t really hold hate for anyone apart from nancy. well, maybe there was a few people. tommy fucking hagan for one. steve’s desperate best friend who you were sure definitely wanted to fuck your boyfriend.

but why would he murder any of these people?

maybe nancy was some weird homoerotic jealousy thing.. higgins because he always seemed to be in some sort of trouble? leaving jason, who you were sure he’d never even spoken to.

‘i don’t know,’ you shake your head, stuck on where to go from here.

killing jonathan was an option. get rid of him before he could spill anymore of his stupid theory to anybody else. he was the only person that had suspected you.

the police had partially moved on from the school. looking further into the community for answers. grilling innocent people on their whereabouts last week.

someone bangs on the door, screaming about needing the bathroom and interrupts your entire conversation.

you hadn’t thought about how you’d get out of the bathroom with eddie. how strange it looked the two of you being in here alone.

you look up at him and then the window. his eyes follow your gaze and he immediately shakes his head no.

‘no. i’m not jumping out of the fucking window, are you crazy?’

‘what else are you gonna do?’

‘why don’t you go out the window? i was in here first,’ he hushes, the desperate party goer now slamming the door.

‘i’m not going out the window,’ you look around desperately for anyway out of this, ‘get in the bath.’

‘what?’

‘bath,’ drawing back the curtain and gesturing for him to get in.

he scoffs but admits defeat as he climbs into the white tub, it was a hell of a lot better than falling thirty feet to the ground.

you pull the curtain back, hiding him behind the thin plastic. gathering yourself for a moment before opening the door.

the desperate attendee in question is jonathan. looking a pale shade of green and covering his mouth. he doesn’t even acknowledge you before pushing past, hunching over the toilet and emptying his stomach.

god bless eddie who was now guaranteed to be stuck in the bathroom for at least another hour.

it gives you a small giggle as you make your way back to steve. now stood up, wildly gesturing around and still boring the pants off of everyone in the room.

-

the party had died down in the early hours and you’d managed to get steve to bed. though, it was a struggle carrying him up the stairs. even now he was talking about nancy and jason. you’d wanted to just let him go. let him fall and then maybe he’d shut up about his dead ex.

eddie had escaped back downstairs at some point and had passed out next to robin on the couch, lying over each other in a mess of drunken limbs.

steve falls asleep sprawled over the bed, one arm draped over your waist, rambling about how good you were and that you always do so much for me.

he had no idea.

you hadn’t really been sleeping lately, far too much swirling around your brain to shut it off. horrifying nightmares of the pool of blood surrounding nancy. the gargling sound higgin’s had made as he met his end. the sheer look of terror on jason’s face as eddie had taken his life.

though you must’ve dozed off at some point. being woken by steve’s groaning.

‘hungover?’ you ask, opening one eye to peek at him.

‘you could say that, yeah,’ his voice rough, one arm extending out to pull you closer.

‘you’re lucky i bought you up here.. you’re heavy as shit,’ you chuckle, running your fingers through his messy hair.

this is why you had to do what you did. for moments like these. where it all seemed worth it.

‘mhm thank you,’ he squints at you, a small smile on his face, ‘definitely feel better waking up next to you.’

you return the smile, humming in response.

‘y’know what would make me feel even better?’ he states huskily, moving on top of you, his smile replaced with a little smirk.

‘hmm? what’s that?’ fingers intertwining in his hair, moving your legs for him to slip between.

he responds by kissing your lips. you ignore the smell of alcohol and last nights party, returning the kiss. you two hadn’t had sex since.. well, since before you’d brutally killed his ex girlfriend. not for lack of trying, though.

his hand slides up your thigh, reaching your pajama shorts while his tongue makes its way into your mouth. his fingers toy with the elastic waistband and you move your hips against him, feeling his growing erection.

your shorts are halfway down your legs when the door knocks. eliciting a deep groan from his throat, although he doesn’t pull back in hopes they’d go away.

they don’t. knuckles wrap against the wood once again.

‘what’d you want?’ he hollers, still on top of you, elbows digging into the mattress either side of your shoulders.

the door creaks open and you’re not at all shocked to see eddie stood in the doorframe, ‘we uh- we wanted to make coffee.. couldn’t figure out your machine,’ he utters and you swear you can see the slightest smirk.

steve exhales sharply, ‘seriously?’

‘yeah man.. people are dying down there,’ eddie states, as if it’s the most serious subject in the world.

steve looks back at you, ‘i’ll be two minutes,’ planting one last kiss before rolling off of you with a grumble.

you pull the duvet up, eddie’s gleaming eyes not leaving you once as steve pulls on his discarded jeans from last night.

‘lead the way, coffee man,’ eddie laughs, still looking at you.

steve pushes past him, making his way down the hallway but eddie doesn’t follow. lingering in the doorway with a smug grin on his face.

‘dickhead,’ you mouth, attempting to bore holes in his head with your eyes. he most definitely waited for the perfect moment to come and interrupt. it was kinda his thing.

‘whoops,’ he shrugs, turning to follow steve down into the kitchen.

good god you could’ve slammed his head into the damn doorframe until that stupid look was wiped right off of his face.

you give steve five minutes before huffing and getting out of bed, walking down to the full kitchen. you can vaguely hear robin and steve arguing over something stupid.

eddie clocks you first, eyeing your exposed thighs before meeting your gaze. same sly grin on his face.

you roll your eyes, ignoring his very existence and wrap your arms around steve’s waist, laying your cheek on his spine.

he jumps slightly but quickly realises who the hell is touching him and settles into the embrace, still trying to demonstrate how to use a coffee machine to robin. ignoring the feeling of a certain pair of eyes boring into your back.

-

you tumbled into the back of his van, suddenly extremely grateful that he’d decided to bring this instead of your moms car. though the risk of being seen in this death trap was much higher.

you’d gone to tommy’s house to try and end this shit tonight. luckily, his bedroom was on the ground floor, there’s be no scaling of any buildings tonight.

it hadn’t particularly gone to plan though. you’d perched on either side of his window for what felt like forever when he stumbled in, carol fucking perkins in tow. of course. shit could never go to plan, could it?

you’d had to call it off. having never tackled a double kill before, you were not going to try tonight. no, it wasn’t worth it. not when all you were doing was trying to end this shit.

you yank the mask off, lifting the black polyester gown over your head, your shirt rising up as it’s launched into the corner. of course he’s watching, desperate for any last slither of skin.

does murder make you horny? was it the fucking mask? is that what this was? a mask kink?

his bottom lip between his teeth was driving you nuts. you wouldn’t ever do this. not normally. but you move over to him on your knees, not bothering to fix your shirt.

he opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt whatever unintelligent spiel he was about to come out with, pressing your lips to his, clambering onto his lap.

his hands immediately find their place on your waist, working on fully removing your shirt. he lifts it up and over your head, resuming the passionate kiss as soon as it reached the dirty van floor.

you waste no time and reach between your bodies, grabbing at his belt buckle and undoing the metal clasp. the kiss messy, full of spit and tongues as you huff, struggling to remove his jeans.

there’s no words spoken, just a silent and slightly aggressive need to get inside of you as quickly as possible. your lacy underwear dragged down your thighs, almost in shreds at the ferocity he’d pulled them down.

your arms hung over his shoulders as he positions himself at the entrance of your throbbing cunt, lowering yourself onto him with a low moan. pausing for a moment to adjust to the fullness.

you don’t wait long before beginning to move, bouncing on top of him, only encouraged by the grunts and filthy words coming out of his mouth. picking up the pace, bare knees scraping against the rough ground of the van.

you throw your head back, whimpering as he begins to buck up into you. his hand slides up from your chest, finding place around your neck, giving it a slight squeeze.

‘holy shit,’ he breathes, your hips clashing against each other as his thrusts get harder, letting him take full control of the situation.

his hand moves down, palming your breast, his teeth almost splitting his bottom lip as he bites down on the skin. deep grunts slipping out of the small gap.

you look back at him, mouth hung open, ‘shit.. i’m gonna..’ the angle hitting perfectly, the denim of his jeans rubbing against your clit at just the right momentum.

‘yeah?’ he barks back, reaching his own climax, thrusts becoming sloppy as your walls clench around him, coming to your own high.

‘fuck,’ you whine, writhing above him, stilling your hips. pausing for a moment to come back to earth. to realise you were in the back of eddie’s old rusted van, his cock still inside of you.

you slide off, perching beside him, scrambling to find your discarded clothes and your long lost sense of dignity.

you pull the strap of your bra back up onto your shoulder, avoiding eddie’s eyes and fumbling for your shirt.

‘that’s not happening again,’ pulling your shirt over your head. it was like an immediate overwhelming feeling of guilt. every time.

‘you said that last time,’ he laughs, sitting back against the inside wall of his van, re-doing his belt.

you glare at him but don’t honour his remark with a response, gathering your things and shoving them into your small bag.

‘that one was all you, remember that,’ he adds, wiping his sweaty face with his t-shirt before pulling it on.

‘maybe if i wasn’t cockblocked, i wouldn’t be so.. frustrated,’ you sneer, crawling over to the double doors.

‘you can just say you want to fuck me.. the world isn’t going to end if you do,’ he shrugs.

‘yours might if you keep speaking like that,’ you warn, going to open the door.

eddie stops you before you can, a hand on your outstretched arm, ‘wait.’

‘what now?’

‘are we really doin’ this with tommy?’ he asks, suddenly completely stoic.

you exhale, ‘i don’t see how else we can end this,’ shrugging, ‘we have to.’

he nods slightly, avoiding your eyes, ‘okay.. as long as you’re sure.’

‘i am,’ you assure, ‘and then we go back to normal.’

-

since school had been called off for the foreseeable an array of parties had cropped up, including another at steve’s house. you think he just didn’t want to be alone. his parents were on another trip out of town and the house was so big, it’d be stupid not to gather everyone together in his house.

tommy was going to be there. you’d made sure of it with steve, asking under the guise of wanting to know all attendees just in case.

eddie was going to lure him away from the party with promises of a free joint. lucky for you, steve’s house backed onto a large, creepy forest where you’d be waiting, ready to get rid of tommy and dressing him in your murdering costume.

sneaking away from steve would be the hardest part, constantly clutching onto your hand and desperate to not get as drunk as last time in hopes he’d get lucky tonight.

eddie was waiting on your cue, you’d go out first and wait for them both in the forest. everything you needed was hidden out there before the party started.

‘i’m gonna go freshen up and get another drink, i’ll be back,’ you smile at steve, patting his arm and wriggling away from his hold.

‘i’ll come,’ he says, following you in standing up, a quickie in his bathroom would very much suffice.

‘no.. no it’s your party, stay here.. i’ll be five minutes.. ten tops,’ you nod, just praying that he wouldn’t insist.

he doesn’t. thank god. and you slip out of the house through the back door and out of the mossy garden gate, making sure the gaggle of teens in his backyard wouldn’t see you. they were too drunk to even care.

you breathe a sigh of relief when you find the tree you’d stashed everything behind, probably slightly unwise to do this all in the dark.

eddie springs into action the second you’d left, having already been chatting to tommy about the promise of weed, it doesn’t take long to get him to follow.

‘nah, let’s go to the woods.. i don’t want everyone bothering me for freebies y’know?’ eddie coax’s him out of the back garden and further into the forest where you were waiting.

a branch snaps to the left of your hiding spot and you can hear tommy’s irritating voice get louder as they get closer.

as soon as you appear from behind the tree, eddie grabs onto tommy’s arms, holding them in place behind his back.

‘woah woah, what the fuck are you doing?’ tommy scrambles, eyes wide and darting around the darkened forest.

‘oh tommy,’ you coo, walking over to the ginger and shoving the makeshift gag over his mouth, muffling his screams, ‘i wish it didn’t have to be this way.’

you throw the frayed rope to eddie and he wraps it around tommy’s wrists, tying it in what you hope is a tight knot. you’d known that realistically eddie couldn’t overpower tommy for long and as soon as the adrenaline hit, he’d be fighting back stronger.

eddie kicks the back of his knee and he falls down onto the ground, kicking his feet in the dirt, trying with all his might to get free from the ties.

eddie was hyper aware of your decision not to use the mask, the party continuing somewhere in the background, ‘we need to be quick,’ he presses, gritting his teeth as tommy thrashes around beneath him.

‘i am,’ you glare at him.

see, the plan was to frame tommy. make out that he’d dragged you into the forest. attacked you first. you’d just acted in self defence and got him before he could get you. even prepared to sustain a few injuries for good measure.

tommy shakes his head desperately, looking up at you with tearful eyes, the knife reflecting off his glossy eyes. he looked utterly pathetic and you’d wondered how many poor people he’d instilled this level of terror in.

tommy was an asshole, through and through. a real bully. and you’d detested the fact steve was still friends with him. even if it was because they’d been friends for so long as steve tried to tell you.

‘it’s not nice being on the receiving end now, is it?’ you poke him with the sharp knife, bent down to his level.

no no. he incoherently mumbles through the gag. he’d seemed to calm down slightly, maybe convincing himself that you were playing some cruel joke on him and he wasn’t actually about to die.

‘it’s a shame, really,’ you pout at him, ‘steve really likes you.. god knows why, i bet he’ll be really sad that you’re gone.. oh well.’

tommy’s breathing is laboured, sweat pouring from his forehead and you step between his legs, gripping onto the handle of the knife.

maybe that was a mistake as his legs clamp together, trapping yours in between his causing you to topple down onto him. cursing as you hit the ground, the knife falling somewhere in the dust.

‘shit,’ eddie hisses, stumbling to find the knife as tommy writhes around, trying to grip onto something, anything that’ll help him.

you get your bearings again, standing up and placing a foot on tommy’s back as he attempts to army crawl away from you.

‘you fucking idiot,’ you say through gritted teeth, eddie finds the knife amongst the leaves and hands it back to you, cussing at tommy for making him crawl around in the dirt.

you plunge the knife into his back, blood immediately soaking through his t-shirt as his arms flap around. a muted scream escapes the gag and you twist the knife slightly before removing it from the wound.

for good measure, eddie gives him a swift kick to the ribs, stopping any attempt at getting back up. you stab him again, this time in the side as if it was a desperate attempt to get him off of you in the pretend struggle.

he groans, head dropping to the floor, eyes drooping as he fights the imminent death. the blood seeps into the ground, colouring the dried autumn leaves a shade of red.

you watch as his movements get slower, weak attempts at shouting for help in his final breaths. until they stop. and he lays lifeless on the mud in front of you.

you swallow before looking at eddie who had that psychotic look on his face. it should’ve scared you, his eyes glinting with pure evil intentions. but it doesn’t. you know exactly how he felt. the euphoric feeling coursing through your veins.

you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. when his eyes meet yours, that familiar feeling throbs in your stomach. were you turned on by this? or was it just a need to excrete the energy that had built up inside?

you’re quickly snapped out of whatever weird trance you’re in when the party’s music stops and calls of your name ring out in the back yard.

shit. steve was definitely wondering where the fuck you’d gone. tommy had taken slightly longer than anticipated to get rid of.

you push the knife into eddie’s hand, ‘cut me,’ offering your arms to him.

‘no, what the fuck?’

‘eddie it has to look like a fight, cut me!’ you insist, almost grabbing the knife and doing it yourself.

he hesitates, ‘shit shit shit,’ he exclaims, lifting the knife to your arm.

‘do it!’

he does, sliding the knife across your arms and slashing the skin, drawing blood instantaneously.

you bite down on your lip, humming at the searing pain but urging him to continue. gesturing to your midriff area, blood dripping from your arms.

he glances at you quickly before pulling the knife across the skin, cutting open your shirt in the process. you nod over to tommy, if he was found tied up and gagged, you’d have another problem on your hands.

eddie saws off the rope, stuffing it into his jacket pocket alongside the gag. it had been planned meticulously you see, eddie was going to hand you off to whoever you saw first in the garden, rush off to ‘call the police’ and rid himself of any evidence in his van. everybody too preoccupied with your wounds to notice him disappear.

the police would come and you’d put your sixth grade drama classes to good use, telling them that tommy had pulled you out into the woods and just went crazy, slashing and stabbing at you. but oh no he’d dropped the knife and in your desperate attempt to survive you’d picked it up and stabbed him instead.

you were sure you could improvise if it really came down to it. it wasn’t like you weren’t actually in pain, the gash on your stomach stinging as the hem of your shirt rubbed against it.

eddie throws his arm around your waist, walking back to the now quiet party, ‘so i just.. found you out here, right?’

‘right,’ you breathe, gripping onto his denim jacket and preparing for the performance of a lifetime, ‘you were getting some fresh air.. heard a scream and found me.’

you near the gate and turn to nod at eddie, pulling your best in pain face as he swings open the gate. horrified party goers turn towards you, mouths wide at your gushing wounds.

you can vaguely see steve pushing through the crowd, sprinting over to take you from eddie’s hold.

‘what- what happened? what did you do?’ steve shouts, taking ahold of your arm and slinging it over his shoulder.

‘i-i didn’t do anything.. she was just out there like that.. i don’t know,’ eddie stutters, looking at you to back him.

‘it wasn’t.. it wasn’t eddie, steve.. tommy,’ you nod, putting on your best terrified face, clinging onto steve’s shirt as he sits you down on one of the garden chairs.

‘tommy? what are you saying?’ his eyes go wide at the accusation, crouching down to your level, keeping one hand pressed to the gash on your stomach.

it wasn’t really deep enough to cause any serious problems but christ was there a lot of blood.

‘he.. told me to follow him.. that you were out there, so- so i did.. and then.. there was a knife..’ you trail off, looking down at your wounds, hands beginning to shake.

you were really selling it, god, if this shit was a movie you’d for sure be owed a few awards for this performance. it was easy to cry seeing as eddie’s knife work actually was pretty painful. burning as the blood leaked into your clothes and onto steve’s hand.

it was the longest night of your life. spending hours at the hospital patching you up and making sure there were no internal injuries. and then carted off to the police station the second the nurse had okayed you going home.

steve followed along, waiting on the uncomfortable chairs as you re-told your story for the umpteenth time. ensuring that every detail was the same as the last time you told it. occasionally letting a few tears fall but putting on your best brave face so the officers take pity on you.

they do eventually. telling you that you’re so incredibly strong and they’ll be in contact soon about how they’re proceeding with this all. it worked though. they’d bought your story and you could get back to some sort of normality.

just this time without nancy or tommy fucking hagan trying to interject themselves in your relationship. the thought of having steve to yourself, finally, was enough motivation to sell this damn story and get it done with.

-

you hadn’t really thought about the implications of being the one to finally catch and kill the ‘infamous hawkin’s killer’. turns out just about everyone in the town now worshipped you. you were practically famous.

kids at school would come to you in the hallways, giving their sorry’s and telling you just how heroic you were.

it was sort of nice. well, after pushing aside the burning guilt inside of you.

you couldn’t fester on it too much though. what was the point? even if you did come clean at this point, who would’ve believed you? it was over. no reason to live in the past. it’s not like you could bring anyone back to life, so why not enjoy the glory?

steve was very clearly also enjoying the second-hand fame, making a point to throw his arm around you in the hallway and making sure everyone knew that you two were together.

in the whirlwind of shit you’d kind of neglected everyone else. especially eddie. though, you were kinda glad that part of it was over. you didn’t need to be reminded of the shit you’d done every time you saw dark curly hair. about what you’d done together.

he bounded up to you one day at school, ‘i need to talk to you,’ his voice hushed, hand gingerly grabbing your arm.

‘i’m kinda busy right now eddie,’ you reply, grabbing your books from your locker, trying your hardest not to look at him.

‘it’s important,’ he dips his head, ‘it’s about.. you know..’

‘well then it’s not important,’ you bit back, slamming your locker shut.

‘please.. i-i don’t know what to do,’ he pressed, desperate to get you to listen.

‘find me at lunch or something.. i’ve gotta go,’ you walked off, finding steve who was waiting for you up ahead, disregarding whatever eddie was talking about immediately.

it didn’t matter now.

-

‘steve?’ you call out. if his parents car wasn’t there, which was rarely, you’d just walk in. he’d get you your own key if he could.

you’d move in if it were up to you. since everything had died down a tad, you’d been closer than ever. exactly why you’d done everything in the first place. it was perfect.

there’s no response, which is odd. his car was outside and the door was unlocked. usually he’d come bounding downstairs at the sound of the door closing. nothing.

you pull a face and swing round into the kitchen, wondering if he’d just not heard you. nope. empty.

‘steve?’ you ask again, met with the exact same silence as before.

‘if you’re playing some prank on me, i will punch you,’ you warn, beginning to climb the stairs.

still nothing.

his bedroom door was closed which was also usual if his parents weren’t home but maybe he’d fallen asleep after basketball and couldn’t hear you.

you twist the handle, slowly opening the door so that you could scare him.

you’re met with the image of steve’s limp body bundled into the corner, head hanging down to his chest. your stomach flips, not knowing if he was even still alive.

‘he’s not dead, don’t worry,’ eddie’s voice calls out, appearing from behind the en-suite door.

your eyes widen at the sight of him. what the fuck had he done?

‘eddie.. what the fuck? what have you done?’ you manage to croak out, slowly moving towards steve’s body.

‘i wouldn’t if i were you,’ he comes further out of the bathroom, knife in hand, pointing the sharp edge at you.

you stop dead, holding a hand out as if to offer peace, ‘what do you want?’ you breathe, chest heaving.

he flicks the knife at the bed, gesturing for you to sit down, ‘i’ll explain.. you should sit though.’

you oblige, sitting gingerly on the edge of the mattress, flitting between steve and eddie who was now making his way to you.

‘i-i don’t understand.. what’s going on?’ you blink, trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes.

‘well.. as i’ve been trying to tell you for the past month, the cops found my dna on that knife you used to kill mr. hagan.. had my shit on file from some stupid drug charge last year,’ the corners of his mouth curled into a small grin.

‘wh-what?’

‘oh yeah,’ he nods, now towering above you, ‘haven’t left me alone since.. see, at the school, that shithead janitor saw two people running away from the crime scene and they’ve come to the conclusion that i must be involved. i mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it?’ his eyes are dark, menacing.

you’d never been scared of him before. not even when he’d spilled jason’s guts in front of you. but he genuinely terrifying now. as if he was possessed.

‘eddie.. i didn’t- i’m sorry, we can fix this,’ you nod, a desperate attempt to reassure him, ‘hawkin’s police are fucking stupid.. we, we can come up with some story.. i’ll help you.’

‘yeah, you will,’ he laughs and it sounds demonic, nothing like him, ‘see i’m pretty much fucked.. so i had a thought,’ the knife flings around in his hand, still aimed toward you, ‘wouldn’t it be just so killer, heh.. ya’ see what i did there, if mr. ghostface’s final kill was the queen of hawkins.. the invincible girl, no longer invincible.’

your lower lip begins to quiver, tears welling in your eyes. if you weren’t in this predicament you’d throw up. finally understand the terror you’d inflicted on so many people.

‘you don’t have to do this.. there’s still a way out.. for both of us,’ you swallow, trembling as he is mere inches away from you.

‘oh but i do,’ the cold metal of the knife meets your cheek, stinging as the tears inadvertently roll down your face, ‘it was you who dragged me into this fucking mess and just left me to catch the blame on my own.. you don’t get to live if i’m going down.’

you can’t see him clearly at this point, a blurry vision of dark hair and evil, menacing eyes.

you’re angry. angry at yourself for getting into this situation. angry for ever trusting eddie fucking munson. it’s like a fire rising from your stomach. the same rage you felt as nancy begged for her life.

‘i was gonna make him watch,’ he nods his head towards steve, ‘but i don’t think he’ll be waking up anytime soon,’ a roar erupts from his stomach, a psychotic laugh as the knife runs down your cheek surely drawing blood.

‘please,’ you plead, trying one last time to make him listen, just let you go and it could all be forgotten about.

‘n’aww, it’s kinda pathetic that you, of all people are begging for me to save you,’ he laughs again, moving the blade to your exposed neck.

your face scrunches in anger and the back of your forearm comes up to knock the knife out of his hand. it clatters to the floor and you take the opportunity to stand, barging past eddie and going straight for the door.

‘you bitch,’ he spits, jumping up and just about managing to grab onto your sleeve, jerking your back towards him.

his fingers dig into your arm, spinning you around to face him. a ferocity on his face that you hadn’t seen before. he wasn’t even this angry with jason.

his free hand comes up, landing a solid backhanded shot at your face. knocking the wind out of your stomach. you stumble for a moment, trying to ignore the pulsing pain in your head.

in the chaos, you trip over steve’s extended foot, landing on his carpet with a thud. eddie takes advantage of the higher ground, shoving you over fully. dropping to his knees, placing them either side of your rib cage, his full weight on top of you.

you struggle to regain your breath, balling his t-shirt in your fist, mouth wide as your lungs refuse to fill back up.

‘eddie..’ you manage to gasp out, voice hoarse. a desperate plea.

he scoffs, ‘it’s too late.. i can’t help you now,’ his hands come up to your neck, aggressively pressing down against your trachea, knocking any last air from your throat.

his hands tighten. his breathing heavy as your vision goes black from the lack of oxygen. your nails dig into his wrist in a last ditch attempt to get him off of you.

‘this could’ve all been so easy.. this is your fault,’ he frowns, staring down at you as your legs kick out beneath him, ‘i did this.. for you,’ he’s panting as if he was the one being strangled to fucking death.

the fuzzy feeling in your head started to feel good, like there was no point in fighting this anymore. it was almost calming. warm and welcoming.

your eyes close fully, surrounded by darkness and that uncertain feeling of what was to come next. this was it. this was your karma. it was deserved. you’d taken so much from other people, now it was your turn.

eddie’s body is thrown off of you, a jumble of voices invade the room but you’re too weak to even open your eyes. falling into what you assume was a certain death.

-

well, you weren’t dead. the bright white lights pretty much solidified that fact when you opened your eyes. you knew damn well that there were no pearly gates waiting for you on the other side.

you blink, unsure of what you were even looking at. the beeping sound confirms that you were in hospital, the sterile smell filling your nose as you come around.

two heads appear above you, though you can’t fully make out who the fuck it is.

‘ma’am?’ one of the heads calls out, his voice ringing in your ears.

your mouth tastes like metal. dry and gross. it makes you want to barf.

‘ma’am..’ he says, more certain this time, ‘we’d like to ask you some questions about your involvement with an edward munson?’

[fandoms-in-law]

Eddie's One Track Mind

Summary: Eddie wants to use the murder accusations to inspire a music video for a Corroded Coffin song. The rest of the band is reluctant but the party steps in to help.

Author's Note: When it comes to Eddie I use 2 people IRL to inspire my writing, my brother and my step brother. Since my step-brothers are in a band that sometimes means a music video becomes a fanfiction like this.

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Eddie had struggled with the accusations for a while. Just managing to remember that it had been disproven and announced by the police that he wasn’t guilty and should have been a suspect didn’t change the towns reactions to him and it would only take so long until he tried playing into it the same he had being called a freak.

“Come on guys! Let me play into my murder accusations! It’s just for a music video.” He had tried suggesting it casually but slowly got the rest of his band to realise he honestly wanted to do this, which led to now, having had a clear rejection of the idea and arguing that they should do it.

Gareth shook his head, throwing the notebook Eddie had planned the video out in over to him/“A witch hunt would be easier to convince us to do.”

He pouted in reply, but grabbed a pen instead, writing while he replied, “That could be the next one! Pair the songs up! One video that seems to show me wanting to kill and possibly killing someone, the next the witch hunt and proving my innocence!”

Jeff sighed heavily. “That is not what he meant. We’re not doing this. Who would even agree to play the person you murder?”

“Steve! And he’s already agreed.” This concern Eddie had expected and kept an answer ready for, even if he hadn’t actually mentioned it to Steve at all yet.

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“So music videos are becoming a big old thing.” Trying to be casual and acting as if he had completely ignored anything about the music scene was the difference that Eddie had just failed to find.

Thankfully Steve didn’t comment on that, only humming a little before replying. “Yeah, have been for a while. What are you wanting to do?” He watched Eddie, clearly realising music videos had been brought up for a reason.

“Murder someone in a music video, make it a story, maybe show them still alive at the end just in case.” The summary was given more easily to Steve than it had been to Corroded Coffin. Eddie didn’t worry he would argue with it in the same way.

Steve leant back, tilting his head towards him. “I could be convinced to let you fake kill me. Bet Robin would also go for it; Jonathan and Dustin too.”

“And Nance, Max and you could stop me having the chance to kill them before I kill you.” Eddie beamed at the easy agreement, nodding rapidly as he listed other members of the party.

“Why Max?”

“Only her, El and Lucas would actually stop it if it’s pretend. The rest would push Dustin towards me and Max is most comfortable on camera.” Eddie pointed out about their friends, deciding that, as long as Steve didn’t question it, he wouldn’t bring up the rest of Corroded Coffin not being included in his plans.

Steve was nodding though, “If she doesn’t want to because it’s Dustin then I can just stop you twice, make my final death after seem more motivated. You’re thinking I stop you killing Robin, Nancy stops you for Jonathan and Max for Dustin, right?”

“Right. And we’ll probably need the entire party to play for the follow up music video.” Eddie tacked on, pulling his notebook to add the planning down as well as note who he needed to ask to join in.

“Is that cause your band mates don’t like the idea of this one?” Steve asked.

“Yep, entirely shot it down until I said you’d be on board to do it.” He agreed. “And suggested doing a witch hunt video instead so I said that could be the sequel where it’s shown you’re all alive.”

For a moment Steve was quiet, reaching out to hold Eddie’s wrist. “I can’t blame them for that. Do you know which songs this is going to be to?”

Nodding, Eddie grabbed his guitar. “I’ll play them for you.”

After hearing the songs Steve was laughing. “You want the song that sounds like you’re sex obsessed to have a video that shows you instead obsessed with murdering someone, and the video proving you didn’t kill anyone in the first to be about sheep? Never did stop wanting to yell from cafeteria tables, did you?”

“Not at all.” Eddie laughed too, “Gotta get people thinking somehow.”

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“You want us to what?” Dustin and Robin stared at Eddie as if he was insane.

“Play murder victims in a music video, not even that really, just people who almost became murder victims, really it’s just standing around, chatting to someone when the come over. The camera will barely focus on you, seriously.” Eddie rushed to explain, wondering if he should have led in with his idea for the video rather than the roles he wanted them to play.

Robin looked from him to Steve. “What have you talked Steve into doing?” She asked after a moment.

“I’m the one who actually seems to get murdered, and the one who distracts you so you don’t. We’re waiting to find out if it’s me or Max that stops Dustin being the victim.” He answered coming over. “And the one returning at the end of the video to show I definitely didn’t get killed.”

“Are you trying to make Hawkins forget you were once accused of murder?” Dustin asked bluntly.

Eddie shrugged, “If they haven’t by now, this is honestly more likely to make them remember it more all over again.”

“Then slowly either get more annoyed or doubt it more as everyone else reacts to mentions of it saying ‘that was a music video; Not everything you see on TV is real.’” Steve added on. “It’s one of the things getting popular helped me learn, everything can be forgotten if enough people insist on something more recent being what’s referred to.”

“You need to tell Gareth that.” Eddie clicked at Steve before carrying on. “Also I want you in the follow up video either in the angry mob or scenes showing my innocence, possibly both.”

Robin met Steve’s eyes for a while, an entire conversation happening that Eddie couldn’t guess at before she nodded. “Yeah, that sounds fine. Just let us know when you want to be filming and please tell me you’re getting Jonathan to film for you? I’ve seen your attempts at home video and you need a professional or at least a great hobbyist.”

“If he’s not, I’m telling Will and he’ll have to. I’m down to be in the video though.” Dustin chimed up, smirking when both Steve and Eddie chided him for the ego in his tone.

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Gareth looked at the finished video dubiously. It was very close to the description Eddie had originally come to the with and he still worried that it could bring back Spring break of 86 all over again. “Are you sure we have to use this video? Can’t we just get like a video to follow Steve’s failed flirting attempts for a few days instead?”

“No! This is perfect!” Eddie protested immediately, despite the sighs of the rest of the band.

“We’ve put too much effort into it now, plus do you want to field questions over why the next one is so odd if we don’t keep this one?” Jeff commiserated.

Grant shrugged, “I don’t think we’d get Eddie or Steve to agree to that. Besides it definitely looks metal now it’s done. We could even release the videos together, back to back so-”

Eddie held up a hand halting his suggestion, “I don’t think we’ll manage to get any channel agree to hosting songs back to back except maybe the most local. Jonathan might be able to swing it there as he worked on them.” He cautioned. “But yes, if we have private releases of the videos we can play them back to back. The songs mesh relatively well together.”

“I do think it looks like you could be dating Steve in the video though. Jonathan added a lot of extra scenes of the two of you together before that faked murder and reveal he was still alive.” Gareth hummed, deciding not to focus on getting the videos broadcast since he didn’t understand it all.

“Well I am, and we weren’t meant to be getting recorded in any of those moments.” He replied, rolling his shoulders, “Jonathan just decided the dynamic it added to the video was cool.”

Jeff nodded, “He’s right. Definitely adds more of a story to it which I didn’t think was needed.”

“Eddie? You said you were looking at the finished video today, can I see it? Jonathan said I was in it a lot.” Steve called, letting himself into the trailer and quickly joining the band around the TV.

Eddie was already rewinding it after hearing his voice. “You are, Big boy. Stealing the show constantly with your parenting of the group.” He teased over his shoulder before hitting play again.

Steve groaned in response, even while watching the video with a furrowed brow from concentrating. “Are you okay with the changes to what you wanted?”

“I like it.” Eddie reassured. “And any extra shots of us together are always fun to have.”

“Sap. What about you guys? I know you weren’t certain about making this the music video but are you happy with it now?” He glanced around at the other three for a moment before watching the video again.

Grant shrugged. “It’s still a risk to put out, but I’m happy enough with it. Might even catch the attention of more metal fans for such a storyline I bet.”

“Here’s hoping.” Jeff and Gareth agreed.

“Definitely. You guys are sure to make it with your music soon.” Steve agreed easily. “And I’ll be right there helping any way I can.”

[unfinishedslurs]

Spiderman au (stoncy)

Jonathan makes sure to check that the ally is well and truly empty before he pulls his mask up. Christ, he wouldn’t have become Spider-Man if he’d known how hot the suit would be. And not in the fun way people like to joke about. He chugs his water, and debates pouring some over his head. Sadly he needs it to hydrate. He slowly drinks the rest like a good superhero.

That’s still insane to him. Even after years of experience, he still sometimes thinks he’s going to wake up and it will all have been a bad dream.

Nancy told him she got into investigative reporting after her best friend went missing. She was found a year later, body deteriorating inside the restricted area of a government lab that had faces a chemical leak. A leak they tried their best to cover up.

Her first article is under someone else’s name. He’s read it. It’s incredibly good for a seventeen year old burning with righteous fury. It’s obvious that she was meant for this, built for finding the cracks and burrowing deeper until she pulls the ugly truth. 

He respects her deeply. He just wishes that he wasn’t the crack she’s focusing on.

“You’ve spoken to him though, Jonathan,” she says, eyes pleading. “If anyone could get me an interview, it would be you!”

And have her recognize him instantly? No thanks.

“Nancy, seriously. He doesn’t want an interview.”

“But if I could just talk to him-”

“No, Nance.”

He knows her first regret will always be Barb. Her second, though? The ex-boyfriend who also went missing after agreeing to some extremely shady treatment for his terminal cancer. Unlike Barb, she never got closure for that one. She still doesn’t know what happened to him. She tracked him as far as the facility they’d taken him to, but it exploded long before she got there. Presumably with Steve inside. 

He knows she still holds out hope. They never identified his body she’d whispered to him once after too many drinks at an office party. I checked the records. They don’t know for certain if he was still in it.

The next day she told him she knew it was a stupid wish. Even if the explosion hadn’t killed him, the cancer would have by now. But he knows Nancy. She’ll never stop wondering.

“So how’d you get yours?” Deadpool asks, swinging his legs cheerfully over the ledge.

“My Chimichanga? You gave it to me.”

He can practically see Deadpool roll his eyes behind his mask. “No, smartass. Your powers.” 

That’s a loaded question. If he’s too specific it would be easy to find out who he is. But it’s not like it would be with anyone else, is it? Deadpool’s a hero too, no matter how much anti he puts in front of it. And they’re friends, or something like it. Friendly enough for him to let the other man slap his ass at least.

“I got bit by a radioactive spider.”

“No,” he gasps, whipping his head towards Jonathan. “No fucking way. Seriously?”

“I’m being completely serious!” He promises, starting to laugh. It really does sound ridiculous out loud. “I was on this field trip at the place my mom’s ex-boyfriend worked at, and it got out and bit me!”

“Field trip? Oh my God, you were a fucking baby. No wonder your mom broke up with that guy.”

That sobers him up quick. “He was actually a really nice guy,” he says quietly, looking down at his hands. “He, uh…he died, actually.” Saving my brother, he doesn’t say. The failure still bleeds in his chest. He should have been stronger. Bob didn’t deserve the way he died, ripped apart by the Green Goblin because they’d been after him.

His mom doesn’t blame him, but she should.

“Shit,” Deadpool swears, reaching towards Jonathan as if to comfort before thinking better of it and pulling away. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, sorry. Me and my big fucking mouth.”

“It’s more trouble than you’re worth,” Jonathan agrees, and ignores the protest that gets. “What about you? How’d you get your powers?”

Deadpool takes the deflect with grace, eager as Jonathan to get the awkwardness behind them. “Oh, me? Great story, you’re gonna love this. So I was dying from cancer, right?”

He wasn’t expecting that, almost choking on the chimichanga he’d taken a bite of.

“Gross, man. Chew it, don’t spew it.”

“You have cancer and you’re out here doing all this?”

“I had cancer,” he corrects. “Terminal. There was no saving me, yanno? And I…well, I got desperate.”

Jonathan sucks in a breath. He knows exactly what kind of things desperation lead to.

Deadpool huffs a laugh. “Yeah,” he agrees, even though Jonathan hasn’t said anything. “Stupid of me, I know. Shoulda just kicked the bucket like a respectable motherfucker. But no, I just had to track down some shady research facility that promised to try and find a cure for me. You know how that goes, right? But, well…” He raises a fist, dropping it slowly down before he opens it near his thigh, making an explosion noise with his mouth. “Rock fucking bottom, amiright? I was gonna die anyway. Why not add human experimentation to my bucket list?”

“So it worked?”

“So it worked?” He mimics, in a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like Jonathan. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“How’d you get superpowers from it?”

“I was getting to that. So it worked, right? But the cure they used…it wasn’t designed to stop the cancer. Not really. No, what they did was turn me into a mutant. I’m basically an X-Men by now. X-Man? Point is, not dying did not come naturally. And once they brought it out of me, they made sure to test it. Again, and again, and again.”

Suddenly his chimichanga doesn’t look too good anymore. He hands it to Deadpool, who takes it with enthusiasm.

“Thanks, man, how’d you know I was still hungry? Anyway, I escaped, obviously. Took the whole organization down with me. By the time I left, whole building was in flames. Now I’m hunting down the survivors.” He takes a bite. “Y’sure you don’ wan dish?” He asks through a mouthful of food.

“I’m good.”

He swallows. “Your loss, I guess. This is fucking delicious. Sorry to be a moodkiller and run, but I’m afraid I have an appointment with a very small, very blind landlady. Toodles!” 

He leaves Jonathan there at a loss for words. He can’t even make a sound to protest. All he can do is watch as Deadpool jumps straight down from the roof, only barely bothering to slow his fall so he doesn’t break his leg. Not that it would matter much if he did. Jonathan stays on the roof, processing, until he hears a woman cry for help a few streets away. 

He hits his web-shooters. Crime never sleeps in the city. 

It’s only when he’s in bed that he realizes he’s heard that story before. 

The next time he sees Nancy, he’s a mess. 

“You ready to shoot?” She asks, setting a coffee on his desk with a smile. It falters when all he does is stare back. “Jonathan?”

Ready to shoot? Right. Photography. His job. His job he works at with Nancy. Nancy, whose ex-boyfriend may or may not be the guy who has slapped his ass and flirted with him on numerous occasions. Fuck. He’s going insane. He’s losing his fucking mind. Deadpool probably isn’t even Steve and all this will be for nothing. 

“Your ex-boyfriend,” he blurts out. She rears back, startled. “He had cancer, right?”

“Steve?” She shakes her head, not in disagreement but in confusion. “What does he have to do with anything?”

“Did he?”

Her mouth twists in displeasure. He doesn’t blame her, that was a terrible fucking way to start “Hey, your dead boyfriend might not be so dead after all!” He wishes he could bang his head on his desk without cracking the table. “I’m not talking about this.”

“Nancy, wait,” he starts, and she shakes her head again.

“I’m going to see if Fred is free, actually,” she says, and hurries away. He groans, and lets his head fall onto his desk anyway. One tiny crack won’t matter, right?

It’ll fit in with all the others.

Nancy avoids him for the next week. By the time he sees Deadpool again, he’s even more of a mess.

“Spidey!” He greets, blood dripping off his sword. “I know I ask this every time, but I just gotta check, man. You seen anyone named Brenner around?”

“Still a no, sorry.”

He sighs, wiping off his blade before sticking it back in the sheath. “Worth a shot.”

“Do you ever talk to people from your old life?” Jonathan blurts out. “Before you became a superhero?”

Deadpool shrugs nonchalantly, but he can’t pass off the tension in his shoulders. “They all think I’m dead,” he says. “It’s better that way.”

“Didn’t you have a girlfriend? Or friends? Parents?”

“Friends, not really. Parents, no. Girlfriend…she’s better off this way.” He says, counting on his fingers. He laughs bitterly. “I stopped talking to my parents before I even got diagnosed, and my only friend was my girlfriend. I dumped all the other ones for being assholes after…well, some shit went down, and they were real dicks about it, that’s all I’m gonna say.” He turns to Jonathan, suspicious. “Why the third-degree?”

“What’s dying like?”

“Pretty chill, actually,” he says. Jonathan turns to look at him, and he gets the impression Deadpool is grinning. “Don’t get me wrong, the dying part? That fucking suuuuuucks. But Death itself isn’t so bad. I usually just chill with Her for a while before She sends me back.”

“...Her?”

“Oh yeah, The Lady loves me. We’re besties.”

“You’re besties,” he repeats flatly. “With Death.”

“What? Like that’s so hard to believe, Mr. Radioactive Spider?”

He’s got him there. “What’s Death like then? The…Lady, or whatever.”

“Well, first of all, she’s a massive lesbian.”

Jonathan should have known nothing that came out of his mouth would be fucking normal. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” Deadpool grabs his arm. “I’m being serious! Death is a lesbian, she loves birds and prefers to go by Robin, and we’re apparently soulmates.”

“…are you a girl?” 

“No?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“C’mon, Spidey, open your mind.” If he could see his face, he knows that bastard would be smirking at him. “We’re not romantic. She actually hated me at first. I mean we’re literally tied together by the universe. Whatever souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.’

“Is that Emily Bronte?”

“Look who paid attention in high school english!” 

He misses his bed. 

[glisten-inthedark]

thank you for answering my ask earlier! i honestly didnt think you would answer all of it so thank you! i agree a lot with your points, and i love how you back everything up.

so first off, i totally agree about the whole breakup thing and mike being attached, especially since we heard about how this season is suposed to mirror the first, so i kind of expect a lot more of the protectiveness we see from mike in earlier seasons. i cant wait for the original party to group back together aswell. i do hope Jonathan and steve become friends this season, especially with their history and character development, and maybe have some more Robin and the rest of the party bonding.

mike being vecnas target makes sense, but how is el gonna play into that? also, regarding byler, im still wondering what el might think about that 🤔

it would be pretty funny if no one dies, although your point about there being higher stakes raises some suspicion that someone will probably die. i actually dont think it will be murray, dustin or nancy tho. we see a correlation among the deaths of past seasons, and most of the time its either a newly introduced character, or one who is new to the events the party has been dealing with. i think if argyle stays in the season (which im not sure of, since i havent seen any bts with him and havent heard anything, bur i mightve missed something) or karen/ted. your thoughts? i might also just be hoping none of the main characters die, which is probably unrealistic in my part :/

about holly, do you think well get any holly and will flashbacks? or with mike? i feel like we dont see enough conections with the wheeler family or wills connection with them. maybe a conversation with will and karen? idk just a thought. and maybe a concersation with mike and hopper as well? so hopper can see mikes character development through s4 and with the whole hug at the end. i feel like they might end up having a bond due to the distance between mike and his father.

(episode seven makes sense btw, bc itll come full circle from "it was a seven" from will 😉)

while i do feel like the characters are maturing, and there might be something along the lines of byler going beyond just a kiss, im not sure if it will happen mostly because i dont think theyll make the show rated R. but you never know! they also might just hint at it escalating, or something? idk i guess well see.

thank you for answering, sorry for more questions. dont feel pressured to answer any of this! 🩷

About how El will play into that, I think is the case of killing two birds with one stone. Even after breaking up, El still cares about Mike and she cares about Will, so if he targets Mike specifically he gets to lure Will in and offer whatever it is that he wants to offer, he gets to make El vulnerable and he gets to probably kill her.

About the whole El and Will: I think that she is already aware that there's something happening, she might not be completely sure but she noticed the tension between them, so while I do think she might get a little angry about it, is not something she won't be able to get pass.

Ans when I wasn't clear when I talked about Byler and sex because of what I said next and I apologize for not being clearer, but I do think like the sex will be implied but they'll let us know that it happened like they did with Steve and Nancy, you know? It won't be explicit but I do think they'll let us know that it happened but it'll serve the opposite purpose 😊

[starlightshadowsworld]

The new Hopper

I have yet to talk about Finney which is wild because despite the name, this is more than a Vance Hopper fic.

So here we go.

So in this fic Finney Blake and Steve Harrington are the same person.

Finney still kills the Grabber in this.

He was healing with the other basement boys, yes all lived in this fic, and Gwenny.

And was starting to truly feel like things would be okay.

... When his dad lost custody over him and Gwen.

Suzie's parents were able to take Gwen but try as they might they were unable to take Finney too.

His aunt and uncle, John and Diane Harrington got custody over him.

They didn't want Gwen because two children was too much work.

And after hearing the stuff about her dreams deemed her a freak.

Finney was taken from Denver, from his sister and his best friends kicking and screaming.

His aunt and uncle made it clear that Finney Elias Blake would need to cease to exist.

Renaming him Steve John Harrington.

And having little contact with his real family and still dealing with everything alone.... Finney, now Steve did change.

Steve Harrington was everything Finney Blake wasn't.

He was strong.

He was brave.

He could talk to and get the girl.

He was perfect.

Finney was a victim.

Finney was a broken kid from an even more broken home.

Finney flinched when the phone rang and hid letters under his bed he'd send out and receive in secret.

He talked about his friends, the little he saw of his aunt and uncle... He never talked about himself.

Because who was he even anymore.

But Finney's life got a lot more complicated when a demogorgon burst through the Byers living room.

And than he met Dustin and the kids.

Steve Harrington stopped being perfection.

He realised just how much of a bully he'd become.

How lost he'd become in this new life.

Of all the hurt and pain he'd taken in and taken out on others who didn't deserve it.

And he knew he had to change.

Because whether Finney had wanted it or not, Finney was Steve.

And at the end of the day Steve Harrington was just as broken as Finney Blake.

So who cared how he acted.

He grew to care for these kids, these dumbass, nerdy, always trying to get themselves killed kids.

Who reminded him so much of the others... Of himself that it hurt.

He killed monsters.

He became the babysitter of the apocalypse.

He used himself as a sheild to save others.

And thought with a bittersweet smile maybe Finney and Steve weren't that different at all.

Not that he would tell anyone.... Not until Robin.

Who heard him cry out during Russian torture his other name, heard him cry out the names of boys and a girl she'd never heard of.

And simply hugged him in her arms on the floor of that bathroom.

And asked him which name he preferred she used.

To his suprise it was Steve.

He was her Stevie Bee, her friend and fellow munchkin. Her platonic with a capital P soul mate.

And not just for her.

He was Dustin's big brother, he was Jonathan's fellow gossiper.

He was the resident loveable asshole with a nail bat.

Finney had been Steve Harrington a lot longer than he'd been Finney Blake.

And it didn't scare him as much as he thought it would.

Part of him was scared Finney was gone forever.

And than Robin told him that was ridiculous.

And be believed her.

So one day he did something he never did.

He called Denver, he called back home.

The phone rang in Robin Arellano's living room where the rest of the boys were hanging out.

And as easy as that, Finney Blake returned.

Like he never left, and maybe he never did.

He cried hearing their voices again.

Sobbed when they got Gwen over and he heard her voice again.

He sobbed and apologised for leaving.

Like he had any choice in the matter, and while he always sent letters they had lost their life.

Until now.

He also handed Robin the phone to get to know his old friends and sister.

He wasn't suprised when Robin fit in with their group like she'd always been a part of it.

She was as much of his soul mate as they were.

He started messing with bottle rockets.

He watched the sequel to Texas Chainsaw Massacre and listened to both Robin's argue over it.

He kept the hair routine but let his hair stay fluffy and soft.

He never intended to tell the others, because... How do you even go about doing that.

He was afraid they'd hate him.

Question how he'd become the same person as the bullies that used to haunt him.

That would spit on Robin and call him a freak.

Think of him as a liar.

A fake.

Maybe they'd look past all the monster he'd slayed and see the original blood stains on his hands.

And look in disgust.

Robin was here to sooth his fears, she disagreed but supported him either way.

Things might've stayed that way.

Until Gale Hopper sent him a letter.

She was leaving for a family emergency, and didn't want to leave Vance alone.

The fact they had a restraining order against Vance shouldn't have been as funny as it was.

And much as Gale knew the others boys family would take him in, she knew they didn't have the room.

And had asked her brother to let him stay.

Her brother being Cheif Hopper didn't even phase Finney as much as knowing Vance was coming over.

Somehow any fear he had about his two identities coming to life vanished.

Because Vance was coming.

He had run into Family Video, picked Robin up and spun her in the air.

"Vance is coming!"

And she smiled just as bright.

Vance was coming, and nothing else mattered. One of his boys was coming to see him.

It was bizarre how the only true fear Finney had was that Vance wouldn't recognise him.

He seriously considered stealing Jonathan's camera to snap a photo and send it over.

All of that melted away when Vance looked at him.

Same curly blonde hair, a different denim jacket but one that fit him all the same.

And after a second of confusion recognised him.

And smiled.

And sure he would have to explain himself but he was safe.

Because Vance was here. Because Robin was here.

Because even if he was terrified he knew deep down his friends.

All of them would accept him.

Saw Robin and Vance call him his respective names and both fit.

Dustin muddling it together and El calling them secret name buddies.

Saw the smile on Vance's face didn't waver hearing his other name.

And so much would need to be said but for now he was safe.

Finney was safe.

Steve was safe.

And that's all that mattered.

[rollerskate2theface]

Based on this text post by @lemanzanabizarra

Half of the party was sitting in Hopper’s busted up cabin hastily discussing their next move now that Vecna has torn apart the entire town. The adults sharing the couch as the Byers siblings, Mike, and Nancy sat around the living room table. The room was tense as everyone was sharing what they’d learned while fighting the upside down separated.

The door suddenly slammed open as Robin, Steve, Eddie and Dustin pushed their way through the door in an uncoordinated pile.

Nancy stood, “Robin- Guys! What are you doing here?” the girl spoke surprised at their entrance since they were meant to be at the shelter.

They stopped at the side of the couch looking at her then to the rest of the room’s occupants, as if taking a headcount. “What are we doing here, Nancy? Are you kidding? The earth just split in two we’re making sure no one got swallowed up,” Dustin sassed at the teenager, clearly still panicked even after seeing his friends safe.

Steve shoved the younger boy’s shoulder, causing him to topple a bit into Eddie due to his limp. “I think they get it, dude. Lay off a bit, they’re all safe.”

Robin has yet to say anything, unusual for her, still staring at Nancy as if the girl would disappear had her eyes not been trained on her. Murray looked between the two, eyes narrowed. “You two seem to have gotten close,” the older man spoke trailing off as the looked between them.

Hopper, Joyce and Jonathan all turned to look at the pair recalling that knowing tone in Murray’s voice. Robin finally having looked away from Nancy looked a bit shocked at the bearded man’s unprompted observation. Nancy on the other hand looked annoyed- no, pissed- at the man.

Everyone was silently waiting for one of their replies when Eddie stepped up eyeing Murray with a critical look, “You try not getting close to somebody after nearly dying together multiple times.” Murray seemed to contemplate this as he stood up to approach Eddie.

He smiled holding his hand out, “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Murray Bauman.” Eddie took his hand glad to have taken the focus of Nance and Rob, “Eddie, a pleasure, I’m sure.”

Their handshake broke, “Ah yes, Eddie, and what would you know about this shared trauma considering I believe this is your first encounter with the strange and unusual?” Murray spoke as if daring Eddie to respond.

Steve beat him to it though, apparently, “Hah, no, Eddie’s very familiar with the strange and unusual. Also the almost dying thing too,” the boy said stepping up to stand next to Eddie. “I didn’t almost die remember, the doctors said died but it didn’t stick, thanks again for that, Harrington.” Eddie said leaning towards the younger.

“Ah, so the ladies aren’t the only two to become close, it seems,” Murray interjected making Steve and Eddie send him a simultaneous glare. Murray almost looked regretful.

“You talk a lot of shit for a man with more hair on his arms than his head,” Steve spoke. Murray raised his eyebrows as he looked towards Eddie, “Wow, like em feisty, don’tcha.”

Eddie shrugged, “And if I do?” He said as he wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist hopping it wasn’t too bold of a move for this little bit. Steve seemed to take it in stride though as he looked at Murray arms crossed, only now leaning slightly more into the boy beside him.

“Don’t you think we have better things to do right now than discuss other people’s relationships considering, I don’t know, there’s are psychotic telepathic serial killer on the loose,” Steve said.

Eddie leaned towards Steve, whispering intentionally louder so Murray could hear, “telekinetic, babe, telepathic is reading thoughts. Which baldy over here thinks he can do.”

Murray, finally agitated into a silent stupor, huffs as he sits back down on the couch beside Joyce. The party continues making a plan on how to approach Vecna with Eddie’s arm still wrapped around Steve and Nancy and Robin’s feet touching beneath the table. Much to an unsatisfied private investigator’s approval.

[ronancexists]

Hi everyone! This is what I came up with for Day 5 of Ronancetober. I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! (I also think it's the longest thing I've written so far for Ronance 😅)

Day 5: Blood

Nancy kept her mouth shut tight as the smell of blood permeated the air. She could feel her fangs emerge despite all of her attempts to keep them locked away. She hated that she was desperate to sink into the flesh that was omitting that deliciously bloody smell. Her eyes began to turn red, and she mumbled a hasty excuse to Jonathan about needing to wash up as she rushed towards the restroom, locking herself in and leaning heavily against the door. She was doing everything in her power to avoid fully turning and losing all sense of rationality, but she couldn’t resist.

Something about the blood was calling to her, begging her to come and have a taste. She could feel it in her gut, like a string tugging her right to the source. She knew it was only a matter of time before she lost control and ran out there. She had been drinking animal blood as often as she could, but lately she had been skipping some of her meals as she had become overwhelmed with school work and coven stuff. Nancy knew, as a result, she would be much more tempted to drink human blood. Not that it mattered right now anyways.

Right now, all she needed to do was focus on her breathing. Inhale for three, exhale for four. As soon as she inhaled, she got a good whiff of blood. A low snarl was elicited from her, trying to get her to give up and go to the sweet, wondrous smell that was the blood. She hissed, sounding as though she was in pain as this overwhelming sensation of hurt bloomed from the right of her chest. Looking down, she saw nothing physically wrong with her despite the searing pain passing through her. Suddenly, everything she was feeling made perfect sense. With a snarl, she jumped up and reached the window of the bathroom, easily lifting it open and hopping down from the second floor restroom. She raced through the dense forest, her feet barely touching the filthy floor. She took no notice as Jonathan and the rest of the family instantly came to her side, Jonathan more than likely feeling the same pain she was currently experiencing.

Someone was hurting her mate. And oh, they were going to wish they hadn’t.

~~~

Robin howled in agony, collapsing on the forest floor in a heap as she began to writhe in pain, trying desperately to shake herself of the burning sensation. The leader of the hunters had just shot her with a silver bullet, their only weakness. It caused her to instantly shift back to her human form, crying out at the awful sensation of her body feeling as though it was on fire and going up in flames from the inside out.

Steve instantly arrived at her side, nudging her and whimpering as his best friend continued screaming out in pain, unable to do anything to help. While he wished he was able to take the pain away, he needed to stay intact to protect her and himself. He would do her no good if he incapacitated himself trying to save her. She’d just get up to protect him, probably killing herself in the process. So, as much as he hated it, he stood guard over her body, growling and snapping at the hunters in warning if they came too close to the two of them, showing he was unfazed by them and their bullets.

“This is gonna earn us so much dough,” one of the hunters said, smiling devilishly as they kept their eyes trained on Steve and Robin.

“Can you imagine the look on the boss’s face when he sees what we’ve got for him? He’s gonna be so pleased,” the tallest of the four hunters added.

“This is all fun and dandy, but we’ve still gotta take care of that one,” the woman replied, finger resting on the trigger as the barrel of her shotgun was aimed directly at Steve. “He’s all mine, fellas.”

“By all means,” the leader, the dark-haired, bulky woman who had shot Robin, said, granting the other woman permission.

Steve braced himself for the impact, eyes darkening in defiance. He would give up his life if it meant keeping Robin safe. If that meant fighting until not a single breath escaped any of these hunters ever again with a silver bullet (or multiple) embedded in his body, then so be it. These terrible creatures called Steve and Jonathan’s kind monsters, but they weren’t the ones ending the lives of innocent people. He bared his teeth in a protective manner, ready to pounce on these motherfuckers who dared to hurt his packmate, his best friend, his platonic soulmate, his other half (besides Jonathan).

He felt it before he saw it, and on instinct, he crouched down, essentially laying on top of Robin. It was just in time for Jonathan to come leaping over him with an inhuman growl, now standing in front of Steve and the hunters.

“You should leave while you still have the chance,” Jonathan stated in a low, threatening tone.

“What are you gonna do about it, vamp?” the tallest hunter asked, shifting so he was now aiming his gun at Jonathan while the others kept theirs trained on Steve. “You’re outnumbered, and we've got silver bullets. Those are pretty deadly to your kind.”

Jonathan shook his head, a smirk prominent on his face. “We've got a Nancy.”

“What are you—” he was cut off as Nancy snapped his neck, disappearing into the woods as quickly as she had appeared.

“There's another vamp!” the leader exclaimed, eyes searching frantically in the woods for any signs of movement.

“Oh, there’s more than just her,” Mike said, in tandem with Will lunging forward, taking down the leader with ease, leaving only the other woman and man.

Slowly, out of the woods, the rest of the family emerged, circling the remaining two hunters. Lucas, Dustin, and Max were in their wolf forms, while Mike, Jonathan, Will, and Joyce made their eyes turn red and showed off their razor sharp fangs. El, the only witch they’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, stared the hunters down, blood running from her nose as she held her hands out, wisps of magic crawling from her fingertips to the remaining hunters, keeping them trapped in place.

Nancy moved so she was in front, hissing at the hunters as everyone swarmed, disposing of them within seconds. As soon as it was over, she was kneeling on the ground beside Robin, taking her clammy hands and clutching them tightly, unable to fight against her tears any longer. “Robin, love, can you hear me?”

“N-Nancy?” Robin asked hoarsely, a small smile appearing as she recognized the worried, scared expression of her girlfriend hovering over her. “Is that really you?”

“It's me, Rob. You're gonna be alright, I promise. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere.”

“That's my girl,” Robin whispered, coughing up her own blood as it began to fill her lungs.

“Robbie, no! No, no, no, no! I'm not letting you die, you hear me?! You are not going anywhere!” Steve said, ignoring how his own skin began to burn as he pressed hard against the gaping hole in his best friend's chest, trying desperately to stem the blood flow.

“It-It's ok Stevie. ‘m gonna be ok,” Robin slurred, reaching up with a great amount of effort to press her palm against his cheek, urging him to look at her. “Love you. To the moon…”

“...and beyond,” he finished, choking on a sob. “Please, Robbie, don't do this to me. To us! I need you! Nancy and Dustin and El and Max and Will and everyone else, we all need you!”

Robin barely managed to nod as her eyes fluttered shut, the pain began to numb as she drifted deeper and deeper into the inky blackness that was beckoning her to follow. The last thing she felt was a pair of solid, warm arms scooping her up and cradling her close.

Then. Nothing.

~~~

Joyce gave Nancy a soft, half-smile as the curly haired brunette started pacing up and down the sterile, white halls for what had to be the umpteenth time since they had brought Robin in.

Hopper had received calls from her and the kids to meet them at the hospital. He had arrived in time to see Robin being whisked down to surgery on a gurney, with the doctor promising Joyce and Hopper, as they had become Robin’s legal guardians over two years ago after her old pack had abandoned her, to update them as soon as possible.

That had been five hours ago.

“No news is good news, right?” Dustin had asked after the first hour had passed.

Nancy’s resulting hiss in his face as she pinned him to the wall indicated that no, it was not good news that they hadn’t heard anything.

“It’s all my fault,” Steve had whispered when hour two approached. Every head swiveled his way, seemingly confused as to why he was placing all of the blame on himself. “I should’ve listened to her. We should’ve stayed in the house and watched movies and made fun of each other's taste. Instead, I insisted on going running because I wanted to let loose for a little bit. Robin tried to fight me, saying she felt something was off, but I didn’t listen. I told her I was going, and if she wanted to go it was her choice. I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I should’ve listened to her. I should’ve listened to my best friend. It’s my fault she’s on that table, dying, with nobody to sit with her. It’s my fault. I should’ve listened to her, trusted her judgment. Why didn’t I listen to her?! I should’ve, but I didn’t! It’s my fault! All my fault! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I should’ve listened! It’s my fault! I’m sorry!”

Nancy was the first to move, rushing forward to envelop Steve in a hug as he continued to sob, saying it was his fault and that he should’ve listened to her. She cradled his head to her stomach, one hand tangled in his hair while the other rested on his back, rubbing soothing circles, grounding him. Her chin was resting atop his head as she hummed a tune she knew Robin used to comfort both her and him when they were in a bad way.

Steve fisted his hand in the material of Nancy’s shirt, wrinkling it as he held onto her, burying his face against her stomach as gut-wrenching sobs wracked his entire body. He continued to blabber his apologies, tucking himself tighter against Nancy as she began to soothe him in an oh so familiar way. It was everything Robin would do whenever he had a nightmare or a bad day in general.

Gradually, the knot in his chest began to come undone. He felt how his muscles began to relax, how his breathing began to even out, how the sobs began to die down until all that was left were tears and red-rimmed, sorrow filled brown eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault, Steve. Ok?”

He blinked, confused as to why she wasn’t punching him or screaming at him or blaming him. Instead, she was comforting him, something he knew he didn’t deserve. Steve went to shake his head, only to be stopped by Nancy putting two fingers under his chin, forcing him to meet her determined, albeit sad, gaze.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she repeated, calm, cool, collected, as if she was stating nothing more than the simple facts. “It was the hunters who cared for nothing more than money. It was the hunters who decided to follow you and Robin. It was the hunter who shot Robin. It was all their fault, not yours. You protected her. You guarded her and you kept her alive until we could get there. You did everything in your power to keep her here, with us. Even if…even if she doesn’t make it, you gave her a chance. A chance at survival, a chance to heal, a chance to see the people she loves once more. You gave her a chance, Steve. And that, that is a debt I can never repay.”

Steve fought the urge to start sobbing again. Instead, he stood up, Jonathan’s hand at the small of his back, supporting him. He wrapped his arms tightly around his friend, tilting his head so it was resting in the dip of her collarbone. He smiled, albeit a small one, as her arms came to wrap around him, borrowing strength from him as he had borrowed it from her. “Thank you,” he said, so quietly so only Nancy was able to pick up on it despite the super-hearing of everyone in the room.

By hour three, Max was about ready to storm into the OR, consequences be damned. Robin was her big sister, and the thought of losing her scared her like no other. She would be the first to admit she was reluctant about joining this very mismatched pack made of vampires and wolves and a witch, but Robin was the one who convinced her to give it a chance.

Robin, who knew next to nothing about skateboarding but still offered to take Max so she wouldn’t be alone at the park. Robin, who’d rather starve than see Max with a half-full plate of food, sneaking the redhead portions of her own plate at meal times when she knew, or rather thought, the teenager wasn’t looking. Robin, who always stayed by Max’s side when she was having a bad day, knowing that no matter what she did, all Max wanted was for someone to do exactly that. Robin, who was instantly there to reassure Max when she woke up screaming and crying and gasping for air in the middle of the night, that she was safe, no longer prisoner to the Hargrove home with her insane older step-brother. Robin, who helped Max with her homework when she was stumped and beyond frustrated, ready to strangle the next person she laid her eyes on because she couldn’t understand what the quadratic equation was. Robin, who matched Max’s snark almost perfectly, the two of them dissolving into uncontrollable giggles whenever they managed to make the unsuspecting target of their insults speechless. Robin, who had yipped and howled in sheer delight when Max transformed for the very first time, eager to have a new packmate to run with through the night. Robin, who had taken Max under her wing. Robin, who had become one of the few adults Max trusted.

Who Max trusted would keep her safe, would make her feel welcomed, would make her feel loved, would always be there for her, no matter what.

That very same Robin, who, Max thought bitterly, was lying on a metal table with doctors poking around at her insides to try and remove a silver bullet that could kill her, if it hadn’t already. It was only when Nancy sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her close, that she let the dam break. She turned her head so it was hidden against the vampire’s shoulder, tears leaking from her eyes as her body trembled with the agony of possibly losing Robin because of those fucking hunters.

“It’s alright, Max. I’ve got you,” Nancy said, hand curling around the nape of Max’s neck, soothing and comforting and grounding. “I’ve got you.”

During hour four, it seemed nobody could muster up the courage to speak. Or do much of anything, really. They all remained quiet as mice, leaning against one another, taking the slightest bit of comfort in the fact that they still hadn’t heard anything about Robin. As much as they hated to admit it, Dustin’s earlier words rang loud and true in each of their minds.

At hour five, Nancy was about ready to explode. She couldn’t help but to wring her hands together, run her fingers through her hair, cross her arms tightly over her chest, all while pacing in front of the chairs. She caught Joyce’s small smile, but she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge it. Logically, she knew that if something had happened to Robin she would have felt it by now, considering Robin was her mate, but she still couldn’t stop the worry from squeezing like a vice in her chest, making it hard to breathe and even harder to keep her vision from becoming blurry.

If something happened to her mate, she wasn’t sure what was going to become of her. Would she go blind with rage, destroying everyone and everything in her path until one of the people in her coven/pack managed to stop her? Would she continue living but cease to truly exist, become a husk of the person she was after losing the only love she’d ever known? Would she simply give up on life here in Hawkins and follow Robin into the afterlife, knowing that life without her mate would only cause her more pain, more suffering, more devastation if she chose to live?

Luckily, Nancy hoped, she wouldn’t have to worry about any of that. She blinked once, twice, to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, before scrambling to her feet and appearing in front of the doctor within milliseconds, eager to hear any news about her mate. She could sense everyone rising to their feet, the anticipation filling the air with static.

“Family and mate of Robin Buckley?”

“Yes, that’s me,” Nancy said, swallowing thickly as soon as the words escaped her mouth, tongue feeling rough as sandpaper due to how dehydrated she was. “How’s Robin? Is she ok? Is she alive? Where’s her room? Am I able to see her now? How—”

The doctor put his hand in the air, silencing Nancy. When he was sure she wasn’t going to interrupt him, he smiled. “I’m pleased to say the surgery was a success. I’d be more than happy to take you to her in a few moments.”

Nancy visibly perked up at that, her entire body buzzing with barely contained excitement at the thought of laying her eyes on Robin, her girlfriend, the love of her life, her mate. Hearing that raspy voice, looking into those dazzling eyes, seeing the smattering of freckles across her face, holding her warm, moving, breathing body in her arms once more.

She could sense the change in the air as everyone seemed to suddenly lose all the tension they had been carrying.

“She was very lucky, Miss Wheeler. If the bullet had traveled even the slightest bit more to the left, it would’ve hit her heart, and thus, we wouldn’t have been able to save her. It did manage to puncture her lung, which is why she is on a breathing machine. It’s going to help to let her body rest and refuel after trying to fight off the invasion of silver in her bloodstream, but we assigned her some anti-silver medication that she is responding extremely well to. Miss Buckley should make a full recovery within a few weeks. She is currently in an induced coma, but we will be waking her within the week.”

The brunette nodded, the information flying right over her head. The doctor said he’d come retrieve them in a moment once he was certain Robin was settled in her room. When he was gone, Nancy turned and hugged Joyce tightly, the two of them clinging onto one another in relief.

“She’s gonna be ok,” Nancy whispered, screwing her eyes shut as tears of relief made themselves known.

“She’s gonna be ok,” Joyce assured, smiling up at Hopper as she hugged Nancy, eyes awash with an overwhelming amount of gratitude and joy, thanking the Moon Goddess for watching over their daughter and granting her permission to remain here, on Earth, in Hawkins, with them.

Seeing the doctor approach, Hopper finally spoke. “Let’s go see our girl,” he said, slinging an arm around Joyce’s shoulders.

“Be warned, she is recovering and won’t look as she normally does.”

“Thank you, Doc,” Joyce said, gesturing for Nancy to go in first. “Go on, sweetheart. We’ll be waiting right here.”

Nancy nodded, inhaling deeply before exhaling, though nothing could have prepared her for what awaited beyond the door. She stepped through, taking note of the dim lighting and the bare walls. She shut the door behind her, eyes widening in shock and distress at the sight of Robin.

She was deathly pale, IV’s and wires hanging, displaying all different types of vital signs. Nancy’s heart clenched at the rattling breaths escaping Robin as the machine being used to help her breathe kept her chest rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Her facial features were slack, showing no signs of pain or discomfort. The excess blood that had smeared around her mouth and her wound had been cleaned up, leaving her with slightly damp hair lying flat on the pillow and a decent amount of bandaging peeking out from under the neckline of the hospital gown.

“Oh, Robin,” Nancy said, choking back tears as she moved from the door to her girlfriend’s side, clasping her hands over the younger woman’s, careful not to tug on the IV attached as she sat in the chair situated next to the bed. She’d remain seated there for the next two weeks, ignoring the chatter buzzing around her, eyes unwavering from Robin’s still form, tracking the shaky breathing of her mate with the help of the ventilator.

It was the third week of Robin being hospital bound when Robin finally opened her eyes. She instantly shut them, a pained groan escaping as her senses began returning to her, slowly but surely. She couldn’t help the whine that escaped as she felt a burning sensation in her chest, though she noted it wasn’t as prominent as the last time she had felt it. Last time, she thought she’d simply keel over and die from how much it hurt.

“Robin?”

She recognized that voice. That voice was everything good and wonderful and amazing in her life. That voice was attached to the person Robin loved with her entire being. Her mate.

“Hey, you,” Robin said huskily, opening one eye, then the other until they were finally opening and closing in unison. They focused on the angel hovering above her, face muddled with relief and concern and happiness and anger and so much more. “Did ya miss me?”

Nancy let out a strangled laugh, leaning down to press her forehead against the younger woman’s, inhaling deeply, memorizing the scent that was so wonderfully and uniquely Robin. “You’re such an idiot, Robin Buckley.”

“But I’m your idiot, Nancy Wheeler.”

“You’re damn right you are,” she confirmed, pressing a soft, chaste kiss against dry, slightly chapped lips. “You up for some visitors?”

“Bring ‘em in,” Robin replied, knowing that the people outside her door were more than likely eavesdropping on the two of them.

“Robin!” Steve and Max exclaimed in unison as they burst through the door, Nancy moving out of their way in time for them to practically (very carefully) tackle the teenager in a group hug. They pressed their faces against her shoulders, arms wrapped around her and one another.

“I told ya I’d be ok,” she said jokingly, trying to ignore the tears stinging her eyes as she cautiously returned the hug, happy to be wrapped in the arms of some of her favorite people in the entire universe.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Robbie. I couldn’t h—I wouldn’t—I can’t—”

“Hey, dingus, don’t do that. Don’t you dare blame yourself, you hear me? It was that damn hunter who shot me, not you,” Robin scolded, lightly tugging on the sleeve of her best friend’s shirt to get him to look at her instead of hiding his face against her. “It wasn’t your fault, Stevie. You hear me? It was not your fault.”

“You and Nancy really are made for each other,” he said as he stepped back, leaning into the comfortable arms of his boyfriend, who was grinning brightly at Robin and gave her a small wave.

Robin waved back and chuckled at Steve, shrugging as she shot her girlfriend a dreamy grin. She then turned her focus back to Max, who refused to move from Robin’s embrace, scared that if she did, she’d lose her big sister for good this time.

“Max, kiddo, I’m alright,” Robin said, placing both hands on the sides of the redhead’s face once the younger teen finally worked up the courage to look at her, wiping Max’s tears away with her thumbs. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that, but I promise, I’m alright. I’m not going anywhere, understand?”

Max nodded, but at Robin’s raised eyebrow, she acquiesced. “I understand.”

“Good. Now, where are the rest of the little gremlins?”

As if waiting for their cue, the rest of the pack entered through the door, the boys pushing and shoving one another to try and reach Robin first. Dustin and Will immediately went to give her a hug, while Lucas settled for a fist bump, which had sort of become their thing.

El waited until the boys were out of her way before she approached, eyes scanning Robin’s body, checking that all of the silver had been removed. “You are ok?”

“I am,” Robin said, reaching forward to grab El’s hand, tangling their fingers together and squeezing. “You did awesome holding them off, El.”

El’s eyes shone with happiness at Robin’s appraisal. “You saw?”

“I did.”

“I was scared.”

Robin simply nodded, knowing there was more to come.

“I was scared. Scared to lose you. I didn’t want another person I love to die.”

“Lucky that those hunters were a terrible shot, then, huh?” Robin asked, smiling as El’s nose wrinkled with laughter while she shook her head in disapproval.

“I’m happy you are ok.”

“Me too, honey.”

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Mike said once El had gone to sit between Max and Nancy in the chairs scattered around the room, shoving his hands into the pockets of pants to hide how they were trembling. He would never admit it to Robin or Nancy’s faces, but he cared deeply for Robin and thought she and Nancy were perfect for each other.

“Thanks, Mikey.”

Mike rolled his eyes at the nickname as everyone laughed at his misfortune. He stepped to the side, locking hands with Will as Joyce approached Robin, sitting on the bed and tucking a strand of Robin’s hair behind her ear. She said something only Robin could hear before the two of them were hugging, Robin’s nose pressed deeply to the crook of her mom’s neck as Joyce’s hands rested on the small of Robin’s back and around her head, cradling her daughter as she once again thanked the Moon Goddess for bringing her baby back to her.

Hopper came forward and set a hand on Robin’s shoulder, Robin’s hand coming up to rest atop of his, eyes meeting one another and saying everything they didn’t need to aloud.

“Alright, everyone out,” Joyce ordered a few hours later as she noticed Robin’s eyes drooping and Robin biting her lip to stifle her yawns.

“But—”

“Out,” Joyce repeated, looking at Steve with kind but firm eyes. “We’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. But right now, we need to let her rest so she can recover faster and be back home sooner.”

“What she said,” Robin mumbled, body sagging against the bed as her limbs started feeling heavy. “I’ll see you lot tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, everyone said their goodbyes, shuffling out the door and pretending as though they didn’t notice Nancy was the only one who stayed behind.

“I’ll be waiting outside. Call if you need me,” Joyce said knowingly, looking between the two of them.

“Thank you, Joyce,” Nancy said, shooting the woman a soft smile as she closed the door quietly behind her. Her eyes swiveled back over to Robin, reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair off her face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love.”

Nancy stood up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her girlfriend’s head. She was about to step back and head for the door when Robin’s hand shot out, slender fingers wrapping around her wrist, gently holding her in place. Sleepy blue peeked out from half-closed lids, silently pleading. “Stay?”

Warmth blossomed from Nancy’s chest outward. “Always,” Nancy replied, shucking her shoes off as she sat down. She adjusted herself so she was laying her head on Robin’s shoulder, an arm sneaking out from between them to rest loosely across the younger woman’s waist. She turned her head, nose pressed against Robin’s neck, reveling in the fact that she was lucky enough to do this. She didn’t technically need sleep as a vampire, but this was as close as she could get, and she cherished every moment.

She listened as Robin’s breathing evened out and her heartbeat slowed, indicating her girlfriend was now asleep, content and safe with Nancy by her side, watching over her.

As she would for the rest of their lives.

[lavenderstobins]

who's who in the dragon age au?????

Bear with, this might get long, so I’ll try and break it down by game.

Dragon Age: Origins

Chrissy is the Warden / the Hero of Ferelden, recruited by senior Grey Warden Ser Robert Buckley. I haven’t yet decided her class. Jason had been one of the recruits too but he either didn’t survive the Joining or was killed when trying to back out of it.

Jeff is the other Grey Warden, essentially filling Alistair’s role. Haven’t yet decided whether to incorporate more of Alistair’s plot for him yet! He’s a warrior.

Eddie and Wayne live in the Wilds. Eddie fills Morrigan’s role initially, with Wayne able to save Chrissy and Jeff at Ostagar—not as Flemeth, but as a passerby. Eddie’s a mage!

Nancy fills Leliana’s role. She’s a former chantry sister and a bard. She and Mike are fleeing from Lothering when they meet the trio. Nancy’s a rogue, Mike is a warrior.

Freak joins them at Redcliffe, where Jeff was raised. I’m thinking Freak is a warrior.

Gareth is a Crow (assassin) sent by Brenner to take out Chrissy. Nancy takes him out with ease and he offers to join them on their journey. He’s a rogue.

Barb also lived in Lothering, but she died in the darkspawn attack. She’d been a chantry sister same as Nancy.

Chrissy makes the ultimate sacrifice in order to end the Blight, leaving Jeff as the only Ferelden Grey Warden. He’s the one who goes to find the cure. The group separate after Chrissy’s death, which brings us to:

Dragon Age 2

Steve and Robin are both simultaneously Varric and Hawke. Steve finds his passion in storytelling and writes about their adventures and Robin ends up with the title Champion of Kirkwall. Steve’s the one with the family estate, Robin’s the one with the blood connection to seal away Henry Creel.

Vickie fills the role of the surviving twin, having escaped Lothering with Robin back when the Blight broke out. She contracts the Taint during the Deep Roads expedition and is saved by Jeff and recruited to be a Grey Warden.

Tommy and Carol fill Bartrand’s role, being behind the Deep Roads expedition. Tommy finds the lyrium idol and it eventually drives him mad, which prompts Carol to seek Steve and Robin out years later (after she and Tommy had abandoned them in the Deep Roads prior).

The Byers run the Darktown clinic. Will’s the apostate healer, with Jonathan and Joyce running the clinic with him and keeping him secret.

Max stole a Qunari relic and is trapped in Kirkwall, just like Isabela.

Lucas and Erica are two rogues who live in Kirkwall, friends with the Byers. Dustin’s also friends with them and has far too much of an interest in runes and magic despite not being a mage.

El’s a former circle mage, now apostate, who escaped the circle with the help of a Templar named Benny. Lucas, Erica, Dustin and El imprint on Steve and Robin like ducklings; I think they’d be getting into trouble in the city and Steve & Robin would intervene once and they’d immediately latch on.

Billy would be Meredith I think, I haven’t thought too much about it. I also don’t have anyone specifically behind the chantry incident at the end of the game yet.

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Nancy’s a nightingale now, still filling Leliana’s role.

Eddie’s the Inquisitor rather than Morrigan, having been at the wrong place at the wrong time. He has the rift anchor in his hand.

Steve, Dustin, Lucas, Erica, Max, El, Jonathan and Joyce come to Skyhold once Skyhold is established. Steve claims to have no clue of Robin’s whereabouts, intending to keep her safe.

Hopper I think would have Cullen’s role, being a templar and an advisor. The other advisors are Mr Clarke, Nancy and Murray.

Briefly mentioned prior, I’ve got Henry Creel/Vecna as Corypheus. Robin’s father (Ser Robert Buckley) sealed him away years ago and Steve & Robin accidentally unleashed him while ironically trying to prevent his release.

Argyle is the potions master. I think Jonathan would become the stable master.

Vickie reappears as the Grey Warden contact for Here Lies the Abyss.

They don’t all fit the characters 1:1, more their roles in the plot, and as you can tell there’s a lot of overall changes! It’s SO fun though I’m having a blast

[findafight]

Oh I’m going to say something controversial here: I don’t know if the Munson doctrine mattered that much? Like, Eddie grew up in a shit show situation, because of that he can’t graduate properly, Hawkins has only one school so kids like Steve, Nancy and Jason can’t go to the private one, so obviously Eddie was getting like… like everything I think? In terms of bullying? Like the most significant proof is that Jason went straight for murder, and nobody escalates like that from nothing. Jason knew that he theoretically could kill Eddie, that means that they at the very least had conflicts, likely just physically fought each other. I’d like to believe that when Steve was the King Bee it was kind of chill (hence Eddie not knowing for sure if Steve is a jerk but suspecting), but when Billie came, shit must have hit the fan, because Eddie is the second most delicious target for him after Steve. Especially since Eddie even had his very own posse etc. like I’m sure that Eddie didn’t get beaten up like Steve (he is the drug dealer, Billie is not that stupid), but they had conflicts for sure.

But as soon as Eddie is in contact with the jocks that are not here to beat him up, Eddie is very cordial, nice and helpful and invested? Like with Chrissy, immediately he becomes kind and funny and lovely altogether? And with Steve, Eddie is immediately more cordial than Robin was at first, and more cordial than Jonathan ever was. Robin and Jonathan are also the characters who very much buy into the high school drama, with Jonathan being not like other boys and Robin hating Steve because she was jealous. So idk if Eddie actually buys into the doctrine or if it’s there to protect him from making friends with the wrong people.

Re rockstar Eddie: he clearly is a great guitarist and I think he is already well-known in a way, but he is not known for his music. Eddie becoming a teacher in high school or a semi-famous voice actor, maybe a famous fantasy author suits him so much more? Corroded coffin is clearly escapism, but what he is doing and what he is known for is Hellfire. I’m so sad that there are almost zero fics that explore Eddie not magically getting famous, but like. Working. Like and also he would have gone to college, the guy didn’t drop out of high school, come on. He’d be very dramatic about it but he is going. I bet he was supposed to be the first in his family to go to college and that’s half of the “I’m becoming my father” pain that he is clearly experiencing.

I think the Munson Doctrine is definitely sort of just. self defence mechanism. and also completely arbitrary. I think Eddie has a bunch of preconceived notions about "jocks" in general, and absolutely does what he can to protect himself, and is not willing to give them the benefit of the doubt right away, but he also definitely is willing to change his mind? (if they're pretty)(also the Duffers love perpetuating the false jock v nerd dichotomy)Because Lucas is one of "his sheep", yet he isn't actually protective of him specifically because Lucas plays sports, s i think Eddie does hold some resentment in general towards people who play sports. (also yeah Steve was definitely not a tyrant, he just barely registered people who weren't in his orbit, coasted through) He's a bit of a hypocrite tbh, and that's interesting! room for self reflection for him!

I think Robin was at least colder to Steve at the start was her petty personal vendetta against hi, while Eddie just has what he thinks Steve is like. Jon just doesn't like people and then Steve was dating Nancy so obviously he wasn't going to be buddy-buddy with him. And then Nancy left Steve for Jon and that's another reason to avoid him for Jonathan. Eddie's just out here operating on hearsay and Dustin's stevaganda (Steve propaganda)

Jason's mob for Eddie is influenced by Eddie's reputation, but we must remember Jason was already very religious, and his town had gone through a devastating and inexplicable mass casualty event less than a year before, and, of course. His girlfriend's body was found in Eddie's house. (I just made a post about this lol)Given what we see from him, idk if he would have been physically violent towards Eddie before spring break. He certainly may have though Eddie was a freak and a satan worshipper, but that would have been reason, to me, for a good christian bot to steer clear of. Maaaybe he would verbally taunt/insult Eddie. I could absolutely see that. You're right! Eddie had his own posse, so I just don't see Jason trying to beat Eddie up?

Eddie is definitely more of a Dewy School of Rock kind of guy! He would have a lot of odd-jobs i think. love it when he's just doing what I could absolutely see him being a YA fantasy author! idk about college for eddie. Definitely not right after he graduates highschool, but maybe a number of years later? if he did go he would absolutely be over-dramatic about it.

[theshippirate22]

Well s1 Nancy is a hypocrite. At first she was pissed at Mike for being upset that Will went missing because she would miss out on her date with Steve. Then she got mad that nobody was listening to her when her best friend was gone. Same with the Steve situation, all he asked was to leave out the alcohol because he was scared of his dad's reaction but she twisted it in a way that was like you don't care about Barb, but then literally lied about having sex, which is imo more important to the story because that was the reason why she and Barb fought and why Barb was then missing. Nancy only cares about stuff if it's directly affecting her, if Barb wouldn't have gone missing she wouldn't have helped Jonathan to find Will.

Same in s2 she brushed over Steve's feelings of being scared to expose the government and accused him of not caring, when he actually did. Like he just didn't want to get killed and wanted to keep her and everyone else involved in safe.

YES! 100% YES! ALL OF THIS

I actually think Nancy is a really good non-conventional antihero. Like, yeah she wants justice for Barb and she’ll bring the people who hurt her to face their crimes and shit but she has that ick factor of being really selfish and hypocritical. It’s not the typical this-likable-protagonist-sometimes-does-illegal-things-for-the-greater-good watered down bullshit

unfortunately, because of this, she’s like uber unlikable and it’s like one of those paradoxes where it’s excused that’s she’s done all this obnoxious selfish shit because we just have already acknowledged that we don’t like her

and also? it feels like everyone holds steve to a different standard, whether it’s because he’s a guy (which is bs) or because barb wasn’t his friend or something but it’s like yeah, okay, nancy you’re grieving or whatever (even though she’s just missing, it’s basically the assumption that she’s dead right) but maybe steve is too! when i was in high school i had 6+ peers die and even though i only knew one of them personally it hit me so hard everytime because when you’re a teenager, people don’t die. death is too abstract to comprehend. so you just become like uncomfortably aware of your own mortality and you like get really anxious for no reason. and then to have someone go missing from your own backyard would be really jarring and i think he has every much right to be “grieving” as she is.

it’s all just. bullshit.

she got one thing right.

*thanks for coming to my TedTalk*

[ronanceisintheair]

a post u made a bit ago reminds me of an hoh steve harrington (which, as a hoh person i have... mixed feelings abt but that's another can of worms) fic and it was the single most dumbest thing i have ever read, because the amount of victim blaming is INSANE

basically, jonathan is the cause of steve's fading hearing. not, you know, billy who damaged steve far worse or the literal russian torture. makes a ton of sense. and it essentially makes jonathan out to be an asshole who attacked steve with severe malice who hurt steve unprovoked. oh, also, apparently robin, steve's best friend, doesn't notice he's hard of hearing, but eddie does. how long has he known that guy again?

some steddies are fucking INSANE

Waking up to this ask was truly🤌 you have opened my pandora box

My fuh.king.god! the st*ddies are truly insufferable. Like I'm not here to police having fun shipping obviously but it's just become so sad and pathetic; ultimately st*ddie is just born to make st*ve this pathetic love starved character who is always the victim and has never done anything wrong...

The demonizing of Nancy for not loving Steve romantically even though like... that relationship was doomed from the start. He was not a good boyfriend. His *love* for her was not the love she needed, his *love language* was not remotely close to what she needed. He didn't try to understand Nancy's pain and trauma...anyway I digress.

The way people blame Jonathan for everything when it comes to st*ve is also LAUGHABLE at best if it weren't so pathetic and embarrassing; someone blamed Jonathan for not making sure st*ve left the party before taking home a drunk Nancy?? Someone made it seem like Jonathan needed permission from St*ve to date Nancy??? Like wtf? Please get your head from out of st*ve h*rrington ass.

Jonathan doesn't owe St*ve anything. Also Jonathan deserved to beat the absolute shit out of him. St*ve was so fragile he didn't talk to his gf instead took his friend to publicly slut Shame her THEN accused Jonathan of killing will and amongst being the absolute worst homophobic asshole. So yea he deserved to get his shit rocked.

*Nancy should've got to rock his shit too.

Like st*ve in the case of Nancy and Jonathan is only a victim of his own actions 🙄

Anyway I digress...again... sure hoh st*ve that could be fun. These kids have been through hell and hell again.

But in this case it feels...very...glamorized. obviously I haven't and WONT read the fic but it sounds not good.

Giving him a disability only for the purpose of making him this dude who needs sympathy and coddling. Or to garner a sympathy piece for him... Giving him a disability to push the played out st*ddie agenda of st*ve being this *pathetic*(people with disabilities are not pathetic and are beyond capable and competent) but this is the vibe from what you described. Like they gave st*ve hoh just to make him seem smaller??? Not because they actually wanted to write in representation or focus on how his physical trauma could affect him...

Truly insane when people use e*ddie as this "no one has ever loved St*ve wah wah and finally he's being seen"

We love exploring trauma and self loathing in writing sure sure, ofc! But my goodness if the st*ve stans haven't gone far beyond. It's like if I said give me a paragraph and they wrote an entire thesis filled with bs.

(I'm not hoh so my opinion may be not but I don't see st*ve as hoh I definitely see him more as someone with a vision impairment. But also would love to hear your other can of worms about hoh st*ve if only you wanted to share anon. Thank you for this message <3)

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I don't think Steve will die in s5. Dustin already lost Eddie and if they kill off Steve it would be too much. Plus Stranger Things is not GoT and tbh every main character deserves a happy end. I don't agree with people who say that Steve's only purpose is dying for his friends, that's super depressing. I wish in s5 we get to see an arc of him outside of romance tho.

If anyone from the teens is in danger it's Jonathan. He didn't have much of an arc since becoming Nancy's boyfriend and his connection with Will and El could be dangerous. If Vecna targets those two specifically (which he probably will) the people around them are in danger, which excludes Steve. He will probably be busy helping Dustin getting over Eddie.

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Like I mentioned before, they won't kill off one of their most loved characters. The people who say Steve's only purpose is to die just want him to be off the show so their favorite character has more screen time, in my honest opinion. (Which I get! I also want my favorite characters to have screen time, but I don't want that to happen by just randomly killing the other characters??? LOL)

I have never in my life seen a post that provides a good reason why Steve should die, and that's because there isn't one. (I'd be open to listening, but so far there has not been in my eyes a solid reason as to why Steve should die. Like you said, it's not GoT.) They spent so much time and work on his development...to just what? Give him a brutal death in the last season? It's not logical.

I'd say out of the older teens, Jonathan and Robin are in danger. Jonathan because yeah, he unfortunately was semi non-existent in season 4, which does suck because he was a big part of the first two seasons and one of the things I like about Jonathan is his connection with Will. And I think your spot on by saying he'll be in danger if Vecna targets Will and El, which is already evident that's going to happen. Anyone who is really close to Will and El are going to be in danger the most I believe. (Jonathan, Mike, Max, Hopper, Joyce)

The only reason I say Robin is because I'm like 95% sure Maya said she wouldn't care or mind if they killed Robin off, but please don't quote me on that because I could be misremembering.

And yes, I believe Steve will be helping Dustin grieve Eddie's death. Due to the GA's reaction to Steve, his story, and his growth, and then factor in that the creators of the show quite literally changed shit in the story so Steve could live and have an arc, and then also factor in that the Duffers absolutely love Joe Keery and the way he portrays Steve.....he's most likely one of the safest characters in the show.