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crazyk-imagine · 1 year ago

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Childhood Friends and Boyfriends

Pairing: Ben Wheeler x Fem!reader Characters: Fem!reader, Ben Wheeler, Danny Wheeler, Tucker Dobbs, Riley Perrin, Bonnie Wheeler, Emma Wheeler Warnings: Classic Baby Daddy things, Ben and reader really try to not make it obvious they’re together, Tucker wants to kill Ben, Bonnie stops him, Riley just wants to see someone get hit, Emma wants her tea party, Ben runs out before anyone can say no to babysitting, mentions of Tucker bringing home a hooker Word Count: 1,995

A/N: There’s barely any content for this show so, I took the initiative to make some :p

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You show up to your childhood friend's apartment and knock on the door.

A tall man opens the door.

"Hi," you start off. "I'm looking for Tucker."

"Oh. He's just-"

"Oh my god!" Tucker sprints across the living room and barrels into your arms, hugging you tightly. "What are you doing here?"

"Remember the job offer I told you about?"

"Yeah, of course." He stares at you for a few seconds. “Could you tell me it again?”

Your jaw drops.

He chuckles, “I’m kidding. How could I forget the biggest dilemma you’ve ever had… except for that one time-” He whines holding his arm. “That was uncalled for.

You roll your eyes, "anyway, surprise."

Ben walks out from around the corner of the hallway and stops, standing beside Danny. "Who's the hot girl hugging Tucker?"

You glance over Tucker, as usual. “Why does your voice sound familiar?”

“My voice- wait, why does your voice sound familiar?”

“Oh-”

“Oh no. No, no, no.” Your friend pushes you further away from the Wheeler brothers. “You,” he points to Ben. “Are not going anywhere near her and that’s final.”

“Hey, do you guys know-” Riley gasps as the door closes, “oh my god!” She squeals, calling your name before pulling you into a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming to town. What’s going on?”

The biggest smile you could ever have stretches across your cheeks as you think about the next step of your life. “Oh, you mean other than the fact that I got the best job offer I could and am now moving to the one place I’ve always wanted to.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“Your Tucker’s childhood friend!”

You turn back to face Tucker’s other roommates. “Yeah?”

“It’s me, Ben. The one that always steals his phone when you call.”

You check him out up and down. “You look...”

“Incredibly hot and sexy.”

“-Shorter than you said.”

“Oh- well- okay, that’s just rude.”

“Kidding,” you smile. “You look nice, the beard looks good on you.”

He feels confident in himself after hearing that.

“Don’t do that.”

He looks away.

“Wow, you get him to listen better than mom does.”

You smile, “I’ve talked to him too many times. I know how his mind works.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

You ignore Tucker’s stare and glance back at the Wheeler boys. “You’re Danny, right?”

A wide smile stretches his lips wide from corner to corner. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Just a guess.”

Emma walks out into the living room and Ben picks her up. "Hey baby."

"Is this the cutie I've been talking to this whole time?"

Ben smiles, "you... oh you're talking to Emma."

You furrow your brows at him, "yes, you weirdo. I'm talking to the baby. You can create fantasies in your head about me some other time."

"I wasn't- I'm not-"

"Nope." Tucker grabs your arm. "Not happening. Not in this lifetime. I'm going out, you can find someone else to babysit, man."

"Oh, I can-" You try to offer your services.

"Nope. Not happening."

The door slams shut.

"Sorry, honey.” The lawyer tells her husband. “I'm going with them, bye!" Riley closes the door, the smile leaving her face.

"Okay, let's go. I want to get to know more about the future Mrs. Ben Wheeler."

Tucker pushes the elevator door button.

It takes you a few moments to process what she said. "Wait- what?"

The elevator closes.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because you're the future Mrs. Ben Wheeler. You got him to listen to you faster than his own mother can. You are so going to- don't look at me like that Tucker. You know I'm right."

"I don't want you to be right. I want to keep him as far away from her as I can."

"Which won't be long."

"Riley."

"What? I'm not wrong."

“Except for that one time-”

“Shut up, Tucker… You really do get that a lot.”

He nods, “I know.”

"I'm leaving you two before I get trapped here any further."

They try to pull you back into the elevator but fail as it closes on them.

“How did she sneak out of here so fast?”

“She’s always been crafty like that. I’m lucky she didn’t succeed in shipping me off to Russia.”

Riley glances at him from the corner of her eye.

“I accidentally ate some of her food when we were in middle school, but I was hungry, and we had just run the mile. What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. Not eat her food. Is that why you label yours?”

“Yeah, I learned a lot that day.”

They try to search for you and continue to do so even as you hang out with Ben and Emma back at the apartment.

"You really managed to ditch them huh."

You shrug and hand Emma her teacup. “It wasn’t that hard.”

“Clearly, if they haven’t been here yet.”

“Or maybe they got tired and stopped for coffee. Oh, hey. What happened to the big one?”

“Who, Danny?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“He had hockey practice.”

“Oh, that’s right. He's the hockey player. I always forget about that.”

“It’s okay. I don’t always remember either which is funny because I’m his brother.” He glances over at you. “That didn’t sound good, did it?”

“Honestly, no.”

He nods, not wanting to say anything else that can make him sound like an idiot. “Mama.”

“What?” You stare at Ben with wide eyes. “Where did she get that idea?”

He struggles to respond, “I don’t know.”

“Stories.”

“Maybe her story time reading. She’s heard your voice so much it’s like ingrained in her mind or something.”

“Ben.”

“I didn’t do it.”

“Why do I not believe you?”

“Wha- okay, that’s rude but I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” He leans in closer to talk to his daughter. “Sweetie, you know she’s not your mama.”

“Mama.”

“Oh, God. You got another one pregnant!?” Bonnie shouts, stepping into the living room. “That’s it. Ben, come here. We’re doing this vasectomy today.”

“What? No, mom! I didn’t get her pregnant.”

“Wait- is this Tucker’s friend. The one you talk to all the time and obsess over?”

“No.”

“I am.” You push yourself out of Emma’s toy chair. “It’s so great to finally put a face to the name.”

Bonnie smiles, “see Ben. People like me.”

“I think we’ll get along just fine.”

“If you like chardonnay. You bet your ass we will.” She glances over at her granddaughter, “sorry, sweetie.”

You let her take the bottle.

“We’ll make a trip for more later,” you tell her.

“You’re officially my favorite, after my perfect little angel. Come on, sweetie. Grandma needs your help picking out a new top.”

“And, then there were two.” Ben chuckles, patting his thighs.

“Don’t be awkward.”

“Right, no. Of course, not.”

“Are you okay?” You ask and start cleaning up.

“Yeah, I mean, other than the fact that we’re alone. Totally fine. Why can’t we tell Tucker?”

“We can’t tell him because he will absolutely lose his mind.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“He will.” You put her toys in her toy bin.

“But what if he doesn’t.” He stands behind you.

“Did you not notice when he did as he pushed me out of here?”

“Honestly, no because you were looking so cute.”

You spin around, staring at him with furrowed brows. “What? When have you ever used the word cute in the same sentence when it comes to a female?”

“Ever since we started talking,” he says, trying to butter you up.

You hum, “keep going.”

“You looked really cute when you first came over today.”

“If cute means hot,” you wrap your arms around his neck. “Then I definitely don’t disagree with you.”

He smirks, “good. Here’s to me hoping you won’t disagree with this.”

You two kiss for- who knows how long but you know that it won’t be good when Tucker and Riley come back.

“What is going on here!?”

He spins around, “Tucker, hey man.”

“You two are not doing what I think you’re doing. Are you?”

“Tucker,” you slowly say, trying to see if he’s calm enough to talk.

He takes off chasing Ben.

Riley and you sit on the couch, letting the two men run throughout the apartment.

“Do you ever plan on helping him?”

You nod, “I do but I can’t do it now when Tucker is still pissed.”

She nods, “makes sense.”

Bonnie comes in, raising a brow at the volume of the apartment. “Anybody want to explain to me what’s going on.”

You shake your head. “Tucker found out about her and Ben.”

“Riley!”

“Like it was going to be a secret.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to share my information with everyone.”

“Ben! Get back here!”

“No, you want to hurt me!” The younger Wheeler man runs into the living room, past his bedroom.

“You two stop it right now. Ben, come here.” Bonnie grabs Ben before he can run past you three. “Why are you trying to kill, Ben? So, what if your friend is sleeping with him. It just proves she has a bad type.”

You snicker.

“Hey.”

She turns to face her son. “Am I wrong?”

He doesn’t say anything and alerts his gaze.

“And you can’t be upset when she is a grown adult who can make her own decisions.”

“But-”

She puts her hand up and shouts, “ah! Do not interrupt me when I'm on a role. You two, say you’re sorry.” They’re reluctant to do so until Bonnie gives them a look.

“Sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good. Now, you,” she turns to you. “Say you’re sorry.”

“What? Why me?”

“Because you two decided to go at it like bunnies behind everyone’s back.”

“But I-”

“Say you’re sorry so Tuck Tuck can sleep at night.”

You sigh and push yourself off the couch to stand in front of your best friend. “Tucker, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I’ve been seeing Ben but I’m not sorry for moving to the big apple because now I get to see you and all of these crazy people you call family.”

His expression doesn’t change until he wraps his arms around you.

“I was hoping for more screaming.”

You glance over your shoulder. “Shut up, Riley.”

She raises her hands.

“Does this mean I can cuddle my-”

“No, I’d like to keep whatever innocence I have left,” Tucker tells his friend.

“Oh, I can’t spend time with my girlfriend, but you can bring home a hooker? How is that fair?”

“You just can’t let that go, can you?”

“Not really, no.”

Tucker shakes his head. “Now that this problem is solved. I’m going to go pour grandma a glass of chardonnay before I get ready to sit down for Emma’s afternoon tea party.” She smiles at her granddaughter as she walks into the kitchen.

“Oh, mom.”

“Yes, Benji?”

“Could you watch Emma for like ten minutes?”

You raise a brow.

“Okay, for maybe like twenty minutes while we go out?”

Before she can protest, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the door.

“No, thank you, mom. We’ll see you guys later.”

The door slams shut.

You giggle and cover your mouth, not wanting him to hear you.

“And that is how you get people to babysit so you can go on a date.”

“That was dumping your child onto your friends and family so you could get laid.”

“I think my explanation was better.”

“Of course, you do.”

You two enter the elevator.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere you’ll like. You’ve just got to trust me.”

“Take me away, Benjamin.”

He groans. “Don’t call me that.”

“It’s your name.”

“Yeah, but you make it sound like I’m in trouble.”

“Maybe you are.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Or so you think.”

He calls out for you as you walk through the elevator. “Come back here.”

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itscoronatyime · 1 year ago

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Okay so im working on a fanfiction which is a crossover of Stranger things, IT, and The Goldfinch. The plot is basically, Child protective services finally decide to do something about boris's situation with his dad. Since he has no other immediate (or willing) family members his only option is his mother's (half) sister Karen. Karen hasn't seen or spoken to any of her (half) sisters since the funeral so she feels it's only right to take in her late sister's boy right? In fact she'll call up Maggie and arrange a reunion! Its about time for Mike and Nancy to get to know their cousins. So that's exactly what she did. And so, this is how Mike ended up spending his summer fighting with TWO supernatural demons instead of 1 while suffering through his difficult relationships with his cousins.

This is all I got so far ! I have planned ships already which are: Boreo, Polyamorous losers club (they're REAL AND CANON IDC IDC), byler +more to come

(Also they're all cousins because their moms have the same dad. Maggie and Boris's mom went with their dads so yeah )

Please let me know what you think :D !

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lovelybishop · 2 years ago

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Character/Fandom List

(Updated February 5th, 2023)

*I DO NOT WRITE FOR CELEBRITIES.

*Strikethrough means currently not accepting requests for said character/fandom

*If you see a character that is not listed, please ask! I’m sure I write for that character, I just forgot to put it on this very long list!

*If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

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DC Extended Universe

Suicide Squad (2016) / The Suicide Squad (2021)

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man, Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, Floyd Lawton/Deadshot, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Robert Dubois/Bloodsport

Birds Of Prey

Dinah Lance/Black Canary, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Helena Bertinelli/The Huntress, Roman Sionis/Black Mask

Fear Street Trilogy

Cindy Berman, Deena Johnson, Heather Watkins. Christine “Ziggy” Berman*,Kate Schmidt, Nick Goode*, Ruby Lane, Samantha Fraser, Simon, Tommy Slater

*Please specify which actor

The Last of Us (HBO)

Joel Miller, Tess Servopoulos

The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye, Eleanor Shellstrop, Janet, Jason Mendoza, Michael, Tahani Al-Jamil

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Movies

Ajak, Alexei/The Red Gurdian, America Chavez, Bruce Banner/The Hulk, Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel, Christine Palmer, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Darcy Lewis, Doctor Stange Variants, Drax the Destroyer, Druig, Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Hope van Dyne/The Wasp, Ikaris, James “Bucky” Barnes/The Winter Soldier, James “Rhodey” Rhodes/War Machine, Jane Foster, Jimmy Woo, Katy, Kingo, Lady Sif, Loki, Makkari, Mantis, Maria Hill, May Parker, Melina, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Nebula, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker Variants, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Peter Quill/Star-Lord, Phastos, Phil Coulson, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America, Scott Lang/Ant-Man, Sersi, Shang-Chi, Sharon Carter, Sprite, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thena, Thor, Tony Stark/Iron Man, T’Challa/Black Panther, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Valkyrie, Virginia “Pepper” Potts, Vision, Wanda Maximoff Variants, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Wong, Xialing, Yelena Belova

Disney+ Series

*This list is for characters who have not appeared in any movie (with the exception of Captain Carter.)

Agatha Harkness, Bruno Carrelli, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Joaquin Torres, Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab, Madisynn King, Mallory Book, Marc Spector, Mary MacPherran/Titania, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Maya Lopez, Mobius, Monica Rambeau, Nikki Ramos, Peggy Carter/Captain Carter, Ralph Bogner/”Pietro” Maximoff, Star-Lord T’Challa, Steve Grant, Strange Supreme, Sylvie, Taweret

Agents Of Sheild Series

Melinda May, Grant Ward, Daisy “Skye” Johnson/Quake, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Lincoln Campbell, Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez, Deke Shaw

Netflix Series

*I plan on watching all Marvel Netflix Series. Though Because Matt Murdok was in No Way Home and She-Hulk, I still will write for him.

Spider-Verses

The Amazing Spider-Man

Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Into the Spider-Verse

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman, Miles Morales/Spider-Man, Olivia Octavius/Doctor Octopus, Peter B. Parker/Spider-Man

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havok, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Charles Xavier/Professor X*,Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Erik Legnsherr/Magneto*,Hank McCoy/Beast*,James “Logan” Howlett/Wolverine, Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix*,Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler*,Marie D’Ancanto/Rogue, Nathan Sumers/Cable, Neena Thurman/Domino, Ororo Monroe/Storm*,Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, Psylocke*,Raven Darkholme/Mystique*,Scott Summers/Cyclops*,Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Warren Worthington III/Angel*

*Please specify which actor.

Free Guy

Guy, Millie Ruck, Walter “Keys” McKey

The Office

Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly

Wednesday

Ajax Petropolus, Biance Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams*,Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates. Morticia Addams*,Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe, Yoko Tanaka

*Please specify which actor.

Star Wars

Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Bix Caleen, Bo-Katan Kryze, Boba Fett, Captain Phasma, Cassian Andor, Cobb Wanth, Din Djarin/The Mandalorian, Fennec Shand, Finn, General Hux, Han Solo, Jyn Erso, Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Poe Dameron, Princess/General Leia Organa, Qi’ra, Reva Sevander/Third Sister, Rey, Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven Hopper, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Michael Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Will Byers

*I do not write for Billy Hargrove

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otaku-dragon-lover · 1 year ago

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Ed 10 AU: Word of Will Byers' disappearance has spread like wildfire, with the town in such a frenzy, it's the perfect time for some nightly Watch testing. That is, until he meets someone in the forest.

Someone who's being chased.

Trigger Warnings: Strong Language, Referenced Child Abduction/Disappearance, Period-Typical shit (it's the 80s and the wikis ain't helping me)

Parts: 1, 2

'Shitshitshitshitshit!'

Eddie kept a tight grip on the kid, clawed hands nearly ripping into the poor girl's oversized yellow shirt. He readjusted his hold on her as best he could, pulling her tightly against his chest as he flew.

He just had to go out tonight, didn't he? Now look what's happened! He's flying for his life carrying a kid, with a bunch of goons on his tail!

Whatever, they just had to make it into town, then they'd be safe.

Hopefully.

--------A Few Minutes Earlier---------

The metalhead was hesitant as he stepped into the clearing, his body on high alert as he studied the place.

Scratches and claw marks raked the ground, looking like an angry cougar had been there. Bits of grass and clumps of dirt had been torn up, and of course, there was the utterly trashed picnic table.

Once he realized the place was safe, the teen relaxed a bit.

He was wearing a jean vest with several pins in it, under which was a short sleeved AC/DC shirt. Another pair of ripped jeans were secured to his waist by a black belt, and he donned a pair of worn sneakers.

He gave the deviation a wide berth as he walked, pointedly ignoring it in favor of riffling through his backpack. He pulled out a notebook as he reached his destination, taking a seat at one of the other tables.

He sat his bag next to himself, opening his notebook and placing it on the table. Inside were his notes, names, and theories on the creatures he's used. There were only about five entries so far, but Eddie knew there'd be more.

The first he'd written about, was given the name Diamondhead. He was a large crystal golem shaped somewhat like a human, though he was much bulkier, and had two large spikes jutting out of his back. Diamondhead was pretty cool; being able to shoot crystals from his arms, shapeshift his limbs into various weapons, and stretch his arms out to obscene lengths.

Second up was Four Arms (look, he didn't have any better ideas): a large red-skinned, four eyed, and (of course) four armed humanoid. And holy shit was he strong, like, Incredible Hulk-level strength. So far in his (admittedly limited) testing, he hasn't found one thing the guy couldn't lift.

Next, was… well he hadn't given this one a name yet. He was human-shaped again, but his skin was solid black and had these weird green striped running all along it. This guy was like… maybe some kinda cyclops? He had a single green circle on his head, and that was… apparently what an eye was to this guy??

Fourth on the list, there was Heatblast: the flaming Balrog-looking guy he'd been the night he got the Watch. He… hadn't really done much with him, only really writing down the pyrokinesis he obviously had.

Last, but certainly not least, was XLR8: a Velociraptor-looking guy that was so damn fast, he could move so quick that - and he swears he isn't lying here - time fucking stopped. Speed was the name of the game with him, everything XLR8 did could potentially be stupid fast, the metalhead just didn't know how to test something like this by himself.

Needless to say, he kinda liked XLR8.

Anyway, tonight would be him trying out the more… inhuman ones? Basically, these were the creatures that looked more like animals. Which, he wasn't exactly excited for.

It was hard to explain, but it was something like this: the more "human" creatures allowed him to not think about how… utterly weird this whole situation was. The "animal" ones basically waved that fact right in his face, and Eddie had been trying really hard to ignore it.

There was another reason why he was here, though it wasn't exactly a happy one.

A kid was missing.

His name was Will Byers, something that had been burned into the teen's memory. Almost everyone in town seemed to be asking where he was, and - predictably - some pointed fingers at Eddie.

Even though he'd never even heard of the kid before this, it didn't matter. He was Hawkins' fucking scapegoat.

Fun times for him, eh?

Honestly, he was tempted to say the kid just got the hell outta dodge, 'least that's what he would've done. But… then he remembered what he'd seen, that thing - that… monster. He remembered how vicious it was, attacking him at the drop of a hat. He'd been lucky, he had the Watch and could escape easily enough. That kid? As far as he knew, that Byers kid had nothing.

Then, his brain decided to twist the knife.

A sinkhole had formed in his stomach when he'd realized this, guilt flooding his body and damn-near making him shut down.

'What if that thing got him?' The thought made him shudder, immediately he wanted to bury such an idea.

Because it couldn't have, there was no way that thing could've… could've fucking caught him or… or…

He refused to accept that happened, because… because if that did happen…

Then it was his fault a kid was missing, all because he was scared of some dumb Monster in the woods.

So, he kept his mouth shut.

But that's the main reason he's out here, maybe he could find something (or find Byers). He's gonna need to be careful though, there was a search party prowling the woods for clues. And he'd rather not scare the daylights out of some poor shmuck, whether they hated him or not.

Pushing these thoughts aside, he flipped to a blank page before standing. He braced himself as he walked away, stopping a couple feet away from the table.

"Okay Polymorph Watch," He quipped as he raised his arm, activating the Watch with exaggerated flair, "what'll it be today?"

He twisted the dial until it landed on… was that a ghost?! The silhouette looked like a stereotypical cartoon ghost, or those cutesy cut-outs people hung up for Halloween.

Hmm, color him curious.

With a little smirk curling his mouth, the metalhead raised his other hand, "I think this is gonna be spook-tacular."

With that, he slapped the core down. His eyes were blinded by the increasingly-familiar green flash.

Though, as the light cleared, he soon realized that something was… off.

"Hang on," He spoke in a gravely voice, looking down at himself in confusion, "this isn't the ghost!"

What he'd actually turned into, was essentially a giant bug. His body was insectoid, with four crab-like legs. He still had two arms, though these ended with three-clawed hands. Two huge dragonfly-esq wings sprouted from his back; the teen flapped them experimentally, shuddering at the feeling of them moving. He also had a short tail, ending with a large back stinger-looking thing. His limbs were a weird brown-greenish color, while the wings were a light greenish-yellow.

He was wearing a sleeveless white jumpsuit, with black lining along the entire thing. It covered most of his body; and over it was his vest, though it was modified slightly to fit his new physique. On his hands were a pair of black gloves, which felt a bit like leather.

And… what the hell was that smell?! He was only now noticing it, but it definitely wasn't there before he transformed.

A quick check confirmed that is was, indeed, coming from the teen himself.

"The hell Watch?!" He lambasted, before realizing that he couldn't see the face of the Watch anywhere on his body.

"Wait… where's the- whAT THE FUCK?!"

His eyes - or rather, the thing holding them - moved, and it was only then that he noticed that he had four… eyestocks?! They were connected to the side of his head, stacking on top of each other in twos, they were the same color as his limbs. Oh, that was so fucking weird.

So… he eventually found the Watch face, it was currently sitting on his head where his eyes should be. His head was also solid black, and a bit bigger than it'd been originally.

Eddie groaned, covering his face with his hands, "Great, just fuckin' great."

Oh well, might as well see what this guy can do?

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A series of splats were heard as globs of green slime flew, eventually colliding with the trees surrounding the clearing.

Except… none of them were the tree he was aiming for!

"Oh come on!" The augmented metalhead complained, crossing his arms as he glared at the slime shots.

Projectiles that were - bizarrely enough - being shot from his eyestocks.

Y'know at this point he was just rolling with it.

A minute or two later he found out, much to his shock, that he could shoot slime from his mouth.

Needless to say, the clearing was now more of a mess than it started out as.

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Walking was… interesting like this, that was really the only way he could explain it. Honestly, if it weren't for all the bug-y stuff and the slime, he would've straight-up called this guy a Centaur.

While he was getting used to moving, his tail (somehow) sliced through a plank of wood that used to be a picnic table.

The teen blinked, staring at the limb in silent awe, "What."

He swiftly yanked several planks from pile (marveling at how weirdly strong this guy was), before setting them on the ground and stabbing them with his stinger. The bits of wood were cut apart with little effort, his tail going through them like butter.

He let this information sink in for a few seconds, before opening his mouth and speaking, "'Kay, I think I'm gonna like this guy."

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He was not looking forward to this, not in the slightest, but, if he didn't do it now, he probably wouldn't ever.

He was going to fly, or at least try to.

"Here goes nothing…" The teen sighed, an underlying excitement in his tone despite it all.

It's not every day you could fly using real wings, no matter how bug-y they were.

He jumped up, wings buzzing as he flapped them. He was incredibly unstable in the air, moving unsteadily and with little direction.

Despite this, Eddie grinned widely, "I… I'm doing it! Yes!"

He nearly fell face-first onto the ground, his lapse in concentration almost bringing his wings to a complete stop. Which um, y'know, wouldn't have been good since he was now like, ten-ish feet in the air?

"W-Woah-! Okay, uh…" He forced himself to focus, wingbeats returning to their original rhythm slowly.

He breathed shakily, keeping one pair of eyes (still weird) on the limbs just in case, "Right, okay… Now uh, maybe if I…?"

It took him a bit, but eventually he was flying pretty reliably. And wow was it fun!

The teen laughed with delight as he weaved between the trees, the surroundings passing in a blur, "This is awesome!"

It was an amazing feeling: the wind whipping past, the speed, the delicious freedom. Honestly that last one was the best, he felt like he could do anything - go anywhere - and no one would be able to stop him.

It sure beat how he usually felt.

He slowed down until he was hovering, staying a few feet above the ground as he caught his breath.

"Okay…" He breathed with a wide grin on his face, "I had my fears… But there's no fucking way I'm giving this thing back!"

The Watch was way, way too much fun.

Not long after he said this, an odd noise reached his ears (for lack of a better term). It was different from the ambience of the forest, it was short and high-pitched… maybe rhythmic?

It sounded like someone panting.

There was something else too: a rapid series of either taps or thumps, Eddie wasn't sure which one. But they followed the panting pretty closely, so it wasn't hard to guess what that was.

Running, someone was running. Pretty damn hard too, judging from what he was hearing.

Upon realizing this, it took every bit of nerve he had to not freeze. Instead, he started looking for the source of the noise.

It didn't take long before he spotted something (having a literal bird's-eye view helped), and oh boy did it make his blood run cold.

There was a figure - small, probably a kid - booking it through the woods, they were wearing a bright fucking yellow shirt that was easy as shit to spot. Though that wasn't what got him, it was what was behind them.

People. People were chasing this kid. They had flashlights on them, their shine illuminating the child ahead of them. It… it looked like they were attached to something, but it was too dark - and he was too far away - to really make out what it was.

'Well that's not suspicious at all.' Eddie thought sarcastically, an uneasy feeling pooling in his gut.

He… he should help her, right? Like - she was getting chased in the dead of night, that wasn't exactly normal.

But he didn't know why she was being hounded. For all he knew, she could be some sort of escaped killer!

'But I would've heard about that, the news would've been all over something like that.' He reasoned with himself, 'Plus, something doesn't feel right here…'

He was running out of time, so he needed to make a decision.

Well, they always say to trust your gut.

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The metalhead bolted after the kid, keeping himself out of the pursuers' lights for as long as he could. As he got closer, he was able to hear the shouts of the men.

"Don't let her get away!"

"You think I'm trying?! Dr. Brenner would kill me if I tried that!"

"Remember: if we can't catch her, we put her down."

'Yeah, no.'

With a final burst of speed, he caught up with the fleeing girl. He reached down and snatched her off the ground, yanking her into his arms before booking it away.

Several things happened after this.

First, there was the expected cries of alarm - from both the people chasing, and the girl. The second forced him to fly more erratically, and made him more than a little scared.

They started shooting at him, like, with actual fucking bullets. He could hear them whiz past his head, even felt the wind off a few of them.

It shouldn't be surprising then, that he picked up speed upon realizing what was happening.

The third and final thing, however, nearly sent him flat on his ass. Literally, and figuratively.

He felt something suddenly shove him hard, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Eddie wheezed under the force, wingbeats becoming more uneven as he fought to stay in the air.

The Watch suddenly decided to speak up, "Warning. Telekinetic attack detected."

He gritted his teeth and glared at the device, before blinking as it's words set in, "Wait… as in like, psychic shit?!"

"Correct."

"Where-" The teen yelped as the pressure slammed into him again, "Where's something like that coming from?!"

To his surprise, the device answered, "Scanning… Confirmed. Source traced to the individual the User is holding."

What?!

How… how the fuck did it trace that??

…Hold on a second, the Watch couldn't possibly mean-.

He looked down at the girl, who was staring at him in utter confusion and… was that fear?

Oh, oh he feels like such a dick now.

She was young, maybe ten years old. Her hair was almost completely shaved, but the little he could see looked maybe brown? She was wearing a large yellow shirt that swallowed her whole, hanging loosely off of her form. The only exception was around her shoulders, where he was hanging on to her like their lives depended on it.

"Uh," He scrambled to think of what to say, "okay, listen kid. I'm trying to help here; I don't wanna get shot, you probably don't wanna get shot. So, please stop doing that… weird psychic thingie?"

The girl blinked owlishly at him, staring into his eyes with an uneasy expression.

Slowly, she nodded, never taking her eyes off of him.

Eddie practically sagged with relief, adjusting his grip slightly as he spoke, "Okay, great! Now uh, brace yourself alright? We've got some jerks to loose."

He sped up afterwards, hearing the sounds of the pursuers gaining on them. The girl yelped in both surprise and freight, arms flying up and hands gripping his arms.

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'Fuck!' The teen swore, gritting his teeth as he weaved between the trees. The wind howled past as the two moved, the augmented male putting as much distance between them and their pursuers as he could.

There was a small problem, though. It wasn't anything big, just y'know he was running out of time.

He hadn't heard anything from the goons, but that didn't make him feel any better. Instead, it made him think they were planning a trap, or something.

The Watch was beeping loudly, bright red filling the corners of his vision. The kid had stared at him when the noise had started, but he obviously couldn't explain anything right now.

It had also started raining by now, and it was coming down hard. The water droplets pounded against his exoskeleton, soaking him through utterly.

It didn't help that he was getting tired, his wings beating slower the longer he flew. He knew it wouldn't be long until something gave, whether it be the Watch or himself.

"Shit, okay." He suddenly said, drawing the girl's attention as he continued, "Listen up kid: I'm running out of time and steam, so I need you to hang on tight okay?"

She looked confused, but nodded. It came quicker than before, maybe she was trusting him more?

If she was, he hoped he didn't break it.

He pulled her in close, arms wrapping around her tightly as the Watch's beeping grew louder.

Finally, his wings gave, making the duo drop like stones. Eddie turned suddenly, arching himself around the kid as he crashed through a few tree branches. A stinging pain exploded in his back, though he knew this wouldn't be the worst of it.

There was a loud thud as they collided with the ground, the teen crying out in pain as they slid through the dirt.

Damn does that hurt! He was not looking forward to explaining this.

The two of them groaned, the shock of the impact wearing off. Eddie slowly pushed himself up, bracing himself using his hands.

He looked at the kid, giving her a weary smirk, "Sorry about the landing, I'm still learning. You okay?"

The girl entangled in his limbs nodded, relief cascading over her face. The metalhead grinned wider, a warm satisfaction settling within.

He'd done it, he'd helped someone using the Watch, and didn't screw it up!

He let himself bask in the prideful feeling this gave him, relishing it.

A sudden series of gasps brought their relief to a screeching halt. The duo's eyes growing wide as the teen spun around, facing the intruders and ready for a fight.

What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

Standing there were three… kids?! Why were there kids out here?! They were all holding flashlights, the beams all being pointed at him.

Going from right to left, the first kid was a dark-skinned boy. He had short black hair and brown eyes, which were wide with shock. He was wearing a white shirt with a red collar, over which was a dark red leather jacket (kid's got taste), and over that was a large dark tan jacket, the hood of which was currently pulled over his head. He was also wearing a pair of dark jeans over his legs.

Standing in the middle was another boy, he definitely had the palest skin of the three. He had… about normal length black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing some kind of white shirt, Eddie could only see the collar of it. The reason for that was the blue jacket the kid was wearing over this, it was fitted snugly over him and was zipped closed, the hood of which was also over his head. He donned pair of… maybe black pants? It was kinda hard to tell, what with the rain and the nighttime darkness.

The final kid of the three was another another boy, the kid having somewhat tanned skin. He had curly brown hair that was somewhat tamed buy the hat he was wearing, his eyes being a similar brown color. He was wearing a blue shirt with something written on it, over which was a light brown jacket, it's hood awkwardly covering his head. Finally, he was wearing a pair of tan colored pants, the clothing looking a bit soaked from the rain.

The two sides stared at each other for a while, the only sounds being that of the falling rain.

It was then that the Watch decided to give out, a bright red flash filling everyone's vision.

Eddie, now back to normal, stared at the wide-eyed trio of kids. His mind went completely blank, with only one thing being repeated.

He was so fucked.

#writing #my writing #fanfiction #ed 10 au #stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson #eleven stranger things #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #ben 10 #ben 10 au #omnitrix #stinkfly #crossover au #possible ooc characters #look im abusing wiki pages here #so just keep that in mind

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Sophie Marano é uma advogada renomada, irmã da fotografa Júlia Marano, viúva de Kevin Monroe e mãe de Thomas ''Tommy'' Marano. Ela é retratada por Hilary Duff.

Nome completo: Sophie Melinda Marano

Apelidos: Soph, Phie, Mel, Linda

Ocupação: Advogada

Residência: Cidade de Nova York, Nova York

Família: Júlia Marano (irmã), Kevin Monroe † (marido; falecido), Thomas ''Tommy'' Marano (filho com Kevin)

Outros relacionamentos: Connie Wheeler (sogra), Danny Wheeler (cunhado), Tucker Dobbs (amigo), Emma Wheeler (enteada), Ben Wheeler (namorado)

Notas e Curiosidades:

Sophie tem uma cicatriz no pulso esquerdo e precisou ter 2 parafusos e uma placa inserida para fixá-la.

Quando Sophie fica estressada, ela muda sua roupa de cama para tirar sua mente do problema; ela explica que faz isso desde criança.

Sophie e Júlia são judias.

Sophie e Ben começaram a namorar a partir da terceira temporada.

Sophie é destra.

Sophie adora o natal.

Sophie e Júlia possuem o mesmo pai.

Os Marano possuem escritórios de advocacia por todo o mundo.

Sophie e Júlia não se dão bem com a Riley, mas falam com ela por causa do Danny e Ben.

Por incrível que pareça, Sophie e Ben se conheceram através de Riley.

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stranger-fanfiction-n-things · 8 months ago

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CHAPTER 5: THE FLEA AND THE ACROBAT

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: I picture Eddie not being able to express himself through his words so he uses song lyrics. In my head he always had a strong connection to music because of his mother (this was before I read FOI). Finally an Erica/Diana scene! What do y'all think of Steve and Diana?

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2433

Masterlist

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV

SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

It’s mid-afternoon when we arrive back home from the funeral. Dad stops the car in front of our house to let Mom, Erica and I out before he drives over to the Wheeler’s house to drop Lucas off to hang out with the boys. I follow behind Mom and Erica thinking about what to wear later today for when Nancy and I meet up with Jonathan. I bump into Erica, who frowns at me for stepping on her, and I immediately apologize for not watching where I was going. I look ahead wondering why we stopped when Mom picks up a bouquet of wildflowers and a note laying in front the door.

“Candy Girl? Who’s Candy Girl?”

Erica grunts in annoyance as I push pass her to snatch the flowers and note from Mom. Sure, enough the note said Candy Girl. My face burns and I bite my lip trying my best to hide my smile. Mom’s brows shoot up in surprise at my hastiness and I smile sheepishly at her, apologizing for my behaviour. Her gaze sweeps over me.

“Hm.” She grunts, pursing her lips and guides Erica in front of me to not get trampled on again.

As soon as I step inside the house, I take off my jacket and heels, pushing my sunglasses over my head and rush upstairs to my room. My heart is hammering against my ribcage as I close the door behind me. I admire the array of blue, purple, pink, and white wildflowers tied together with a piece of string. Some petals of the flowers are flat and squished but I think they’re pretty nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, I put the bouquet on my dresser to give my full attention to the note. My hands are practically shaking as I open it.

If the sky that we look upon, should tumble and fall.

Or the mountains should crumble to the sea.

I won’t cry, I won’t cry. No, I won’t shed a tear

Just as long as you stand by me. – Ben E. King

I reread the words three times before flopping down on my bed. A smile lingers on my lips at the gesture. Will’s funeral is of public knowledge, shaking up the entire town. I haven’t seen or spoken to Eddie since we had lunch together two days ago and I know he wouldn’t attend the funeral because despite it being of public knowledge, it was still an intimate event, but I never thought he would do this. Something so simple and thoughtful for me. This doesn’t help my case with Mom and I’m sure this raised more suspicion about Eddie, but I can’t stop smiling. I wonder if I should write a note back. What would I say? How will I even give it to him? We don’t have school tomorrow and I don’t know where he lived to even thank him for being so kind. My thoughts are so scrambled I have to force myself back to earth and the task at hand.

I hide the note in my desk drawer and change into more comfortable clothing settling on a pair of jeans, t-shirt and zip up sweater. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and fixed my bangs in the mirror satisfied with my appearance. Back at the wake, Nancy, Jonathan and I agreed to meet at 5pm and it was now, 2:00pm. Nancy would be here in fifteen minutes and I needed to find a weapon. I can’t go out in the woods to find a wild animal without one. Even though Jonathan had a gun, I’m not sure if he knows how to use it.

I open my door and sneak across the hall to Lucas’s room. Surely, he wouldn’t mind if I borrowed his wrist-rocket for a few hours. I try to be as discreet as I can going through his drawers, closet, even checking under his pillow and I can’t find anything, not even his headband. I frown, pursing my lips in thought. Where could he have put it? Then it hit me. Under his bed. I drop to my knees pushing my arm under his bed to feel for anything. All I find are dirty socks and comic books. I blow my bangs away from my face to get a better look and—

“What are you doing?”

I jump hitting my shoulder against the top of the bedframe. “Ow!” I whimper, holding my arm in pain, praying I don’t develop a bruise. I stand up feeling my lower back seize. Erica is standing on the other side of the bed arching her brow in suspicion. I ignore the pain in my arm, feigning nonchalance.

“I’m just cleaning, Lucas’s room.”

Erica frowns. “His room is always clean.”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to be cleaner now does it?”

Erica shrugs, not caring about my poor excuse for why I’m in Lucas’s room even though I know she doesn’t believe me. She’s always been a skeptic. Her first word was “no”. She lingers, tilting her head to the side, toying with a loose thread on the duvet.

“Who sent you the flowers?”

“A friend of mine.” I respond simply, though my heart picks up speed. Erica smiles slowly and now I feel uneasy. It’s one of the many different smiles she has. This one isn’t as…devious. That smile is only reserved for Lucas. No, this smile is like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

“An admirer.” It’s not a question.

“A friend, Erica.” I repeat, albeit tense.

Erica lies down on the bed, holding her chin with her hands. Any other moment she would’ve looked cute in her bubbles and pigtails, but again, this smile held a hint of mischief.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

I shift from side to side. “No…” I squint. “What makes you say that?”

Tired of the innocent act, Erica’s smile vanishes. “No boy just leaves a bouquet of flowers on your front step with a note unless its an admirer or a boyfriend.”

“That’s not true.” I disagree, sitting on the bed.

Erica gives me a pointed look, pursing her lips just like Mom. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

My body grows tense under her fierce stare. There are times I wonder if I’m related to Erica. Our personalities are so different. Erica is outspoken and bulldozes her way through life while I’m quiet, awkward and shy.

“I—” I start, then close my mouth. I have no experience with boys to even know where to start about relationships.

“Exactly.” Erica confirms, kicking her feet. The conspicuous grin returns as she continues. “You have a boyfriend.”

“No, I don’t” I reply quickly, my face is burning.

“Well, you sure were eager to take the bouquet of flowers and note away from mom. You nearly knocked me into the bushes to get it which means…” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Erica.” I plead. I do not want to talk to my little sister about boys, especially Eddie. I don’t know what to think when it comes to him. I just know how I feel and I was definitely not going to try to explain to an intrusive eight-year-old girl like my sister, plus Nancy will be here soon and I needed to get Erica away so I can leave without another interrogation. Erica sighs, rolling her eyes and sits up tucking her knees under her.

“I won’t tell mom or dad if you have a boyfriend,” she says, leaning forward putting her hands on my shoulders. “By the looks of it, mom is already suspicious of you, but she won’t say anything unless you bring it up. Your just lucky dad had to drive Lucas to the Wheelers because if he saw those flowers and note on the doorstep,” Erica eyes widen slightly. “He’d lock you in your room forever and hunt all over town for this boy.” Erica isn’t wrong. Dad is extremely protective. It’s why I’m glad Mom hasn’t told him about Steve’s house.

I stand up, combing my fingers through my thick hair in its ponytail. “You don’t have to tell mom and dad anything, okay. Eddie is just a friend.” Any close friend of Eddie’s is a close friend of mine. That’s what Ronnie said. Erica lights up.

“Eddie, huh?” She grins, satisfied that she at least got a name.

“I don’t have an admirer or a boyfriend.”

Erica ignores the sharpness in my voice. “But you like him.” I glare at her, a warning to stop pushing. “Fine,” she sighs, rolling her eyes again. She rolls off the bed strolling to the door. “I’ll leave you alone to clean.” There’s a cheeky little grin on her face as she lingers and it tells me all I needed to know. Erica isn’t going to drop this. She found something new and shiny to play with and will until she gets bored.

“Candy Girl.”

My jaw drops. Erica runs to her room, closing the door behind her before I can gather up my thoughts.

Oddly enough, I didn’t find anything in Lucas’s room which is why I am scrounging around Dad’s tools in the garage. Screwdriver? No. Wrench. Maybe. I pull out a rubber mallet from one of the toolboxes. It’s thick and has a bit of weight to it. It’s no gun but it’s the best I can do right now. I take a few steps back and practice swings trying to get a feel of the weapon. Part of me cannot believe I’m doing this right now; risk going into the forest to find some animal I have never seen before nor, understand to find Barb and Will. I lift the mallet way over my head not calculating my strength because I lose my balance stumbling back on my feet.

“Whoa! What the—” I drop the mallet and the person behind me yelps. I’m ready to bolt into my house when I hear my name. I whip around, my heart beating a mile a minute. There he was, hair and all his glory standing in front of me. He’s the last person I’d expect to be at my house. The last time I’ve seen him was in the parking lot at school confronting Jonathan about the photos in front of Tommy H and Carol ending with smashing his camera on the ground.

“Steve?”

“Hi,” he waves, sheepishly.

I blink, shaking my head. “How do you know where I live?”

Steve stiffens at the question. “Uh,” he stammers, combing his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t—I don’t,” he corrects, clearing his throat. I raise my eyebrows expectantly eying the pink in his cheeks. Was Steve “The Hair” Harrington blushing? “I was driving to Nancy’s and saw you and just…” he takes a deep breath. “Wanted to say hi.”

I squint. “To me?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles dryly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Why wouldn’t I?” Because we’re not friends. I want to say. When I don't respond Steve swallows, rubbing his lips together. "I actually wanted to...apologize."

I pick up the mallet holding it over my shoulder. “For?” His gaze flickers to the mallet then me and I rub my lips together trying to hide my smile. He deserves to squirm a little. Now he knows how it feels when his friends make me feel uncomfortable.

“Being an asshole.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sure Nancy told you about our last conversation,” Steve continues, looking down at his New Balance sneakers. “And you both deserve an apology for the way I acted.”

I blinked in confusion for a moment and then remembered when Nancy came into my room to show me the photos and I mentioned what Steve thought about everything. A momentary look of discomfort crosses Steve’s face when he finally looks at me. Part of me believes the apology wasn’t only for his talk with Nancy or about Barb, but for the way he handled things in the parking lot. I remember the look of sorrow in his eyes before he stormed away. I meant it when I told Jonathan I don’t think Steve needed to break his camera but it was justified. Steve’s privacy was invaded too. What I picked up on that day in the parking lot is that Steve isn’t this aggressive, mean, bully like Tommy H and Carol are. It’s not in him to be that kind of person and it pained him to break Jonathan’s camera. He knows I noticed his shift in demeanour. I oddly notice a lot about Steve. His contradictions, his mannerisms. What he doesn’t do. Steve tilts his head waiting for a response.

“Um…” My brows twitch. “Apology accepted.” I say softly, taking a step back. Steve doesn’t respond and I don’t think anything of it. Thank you seems awkward to say right now.

“Um,” he scratches his nose. “Have you heard from Barb?”

“No, the police think she ran away, but I know that’s not true. Barb wouldn’t do that.” Steve nods his head shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I haven’t known Barb for long, but she definitely doesn’t seem like the type to do that.” Another comment that doesn’t need much of a response.

I fiddle with the mallet letting the awkwardness settle in. Surprisingly it’s not from me, but Steve. Steve, the most popular boy in school who exudes such confidence walking down the hallway, who turns every head without trying…is being awkward. It’s hard to wrap my head around it. Steve takes a step towards me but decides against it. I tilt my head, wondering what was going on in his head. Maybe he’s having a mental breakdown.

“I heard about the funeral. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” I answer, taken aback by his sincerity. “He was my little brother’s best friend.”

“Give your little brother a hug for me.” He winced, regretting his words. I smile. Steve laughs and combs his fingers through his hair. His face is bright red now. “I’ll uh, leave you to…” he gestures to the mallet. “Whatever you’re doing.” I nod my head, grinning. “Bye.” He says, waving awkwardly. I wave back amused by his mannerisms.

I watch Steve walk out my garage his brown hair flopping lusciously through the wind. “Steve?” I call out. He turns around startled. “Thank you.” I see his gaze soften, instantly knowing I’m thanking him for apologizing and he smiles nodding his head before walking to his car. When Steve drives down the street towards Nancy’s I swing the mallet again chuckling softly to myself.

“What a dork.”

NEXT -> PART IV

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bazberkker · 2 years ago

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Sometimes I’ll just read the most profound, heart-wrenching piece of literature, and then remember that I’m on AO3 and it’s an It fanfiction published in 2017 with an author’s note saying “wrote this last night because I was bored lol”

#Stenbrough authors you all have my heart #it 2017 #losers club #bill denbrough #stan uris #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #mike wheeler #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #Stenbrough #reddie #benverly #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic

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cherrybombsl · 5 years ago

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I need help!

Alright guys I've lost everything on my cellphone I had to factory reset it. I lost all of my fics, if you guys could send me links to some reddie and mileven fics it would be greatly appreciated!

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richiefuckfacetozier · 7 years ago

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Art by @slashpalooza, Banner by @reddieforlove

Archive of Our Own Works

Fanart and commissions for my fanfics!

Most recent:

Why Can’t This Be Love - Reddie Fake Dating AU | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Roleplay:

As Richie Tozier @losersincollege - Read on AO3

Stories:

It’s Not My Fault (FINISHED)- Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak dating | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 |

Once Upon A Time (Sleeping Beauty AU) - Fairytale Project

Til Death My Love - Reddie Murder Mystery AU

Half-Blood Losers - Percy Jackson AU | 1 | 2 | 3 |

353 Days - Mike Wheeler Log to Eleven

The Losers Club Chat - Modern texts chats between the Losers Club also located��@wearethelosersclub

Dearly Departed - Mini stories of Eddie visiting his father’s grave

Beep Beep, Richie (Rated: E) - College AU one-shot

Unconditional Love - Richie confesses his love to Eddie

Random Writing:

Be With Me - Reddie Star Wars AU

Is This A Prank? - Prompt: reddie sleepover

Silence - Richie has a bad dream

I Am Safe - Mike Hanlon and Bill have a heart to heart

The Kiss - After the circle between the losers, Richie goes to Eddie’s house to talk.

Save Me - Richie and Eddie are caught in a fire

Closet Talks - After Bill punches Richie, he goes to Eddie’s house that night

Drawing Straws - The losers must decide who will follow Bill into Neibolt House. Eddie can see that the possibility of Stanley having to go in could break his friend.

Beautifully Bare - Beverly poses as a nude model for Bill’s art class and they get to talking about the dark times in their lives.

Happy Holidays - Stanley Uris and Mike Hanlon come out to their families over the Holidays

Richie Tozier Birthday Ficlets

Prompts:

Unpredictably Unplanned - Will Byers deals with the unpredictability of coming out and being in a relationship | 1 | 2 |

Impulsive - Richie brings a boombox to Eddie’s

Covered in Glitter - Ben and Beverly act on their feelings

I Lube You - Richie and Eddie spend some time alone on Richie’s bday

Be My Boyfriend - Eddie gets drunk and buys Richie an Amazon gift

Gift Giving Competition - The Losers compete to give the best gifts and some Reddie

A New Years Kiss - Richie and Eddie share their first kiss on New Years

A Christmas Tradition - Eddie Kaspbrak wants to get Richie Tozier the perfect Christmas gift

Black Friday - Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak go Black Friday shopping

Seven Birds - Mike Hanlon and Beverly Marsh hiking adventure

Eddie’s Crush - Eddie Kaspbrak admits his crush on Richie

Special Secret - IT x Stranger Things Crossover

Cards Against Humanity - The Losers play cards against humanity

Half-Blood Loser Headcanons:

Eddie - Son of Zeus

Headcanons:

Family Dynamics

Couples Shirts

Georgie’s Mentor

Sick Eddie

Richie and Eddie Wrestling

Bill and Stanley

Bill and Mike

Beverly and Richie

Second Fanny Pack

Will Byers and Dustin Henderson - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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micycle--wheeler · 7 years ago

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It Always Gets Stranger

Mike’s family is going to Maine for the summer. Sometimes, things take a turn for the worst.

CHAPTER 8

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read chapter 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7

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MIKE was scared out of his mind. Demodogs don’t just pop up out of nowhere in the middle of Maine, and they especially don't float balloons and turn into clowns.

Mike still had this stewing in his mind as he laid in his sleeping bag that night, staring at the ceiling with little planet stickers stuck to it. Pretty soon, thoughts mixed into dreams, and unluckily for Mike, dreams always seemed way more realistic.

Mike typically had dreams, especially bad ones, after the incidents from the previous two Novembers. It was as if his mind was still stuck in those terrifying weeks, brewing on past events that his unconscious had taken custody of.

This one was his most haunting one, of course. Maybe his thoughts had zeroed in on demodogs, and his mind had acted accordingly.

He was standing in a locked room, horrible noises sounding from behind the wooden door, shrieks of pain and the cries of monsters echoing down the expansive hallways. Now, that’s bad enough, hearing pain and torture and creatures feeding, but the wall was filled with cameras of the entire building, and Mike winced as he watched one of the demodogs rip into a soldier, and he tore his eyes away from the gruesome image.

This then led his line of sight to the boy laid casually on the table, looking like he was sleeping peacefully, like he wasn’t screaming five minutes before, like he wasn’t possessed by a horrifying monster, worse than a million demodogs.

Bob and Hopper were talking about basic, and Mike found his lips moving around the words.

“It’s a computer programming system,” he had said, although he didn’t remember if those were the exact words he said. He watched as Bob walked out of the room, into the Labyrinth of haunting horrors, and Mike shut his eyes and tried to tune everything out.

He knew what happened next, and he hated it. He hated it beyond the word hate, he hated seeing this same scene, over and over in his mind. He hated the yelling, the screaming, the snarl and roar of the dogs, he hated the pound of claws on thick glass and he hated that one second of dread that seemed to last a lifetime where he thought that he wouldn’t make it. That Hop and Joyce and Will and Mike would be on the ground, torn to shreds like the man inside, blood spilling out of their bodies, creatures clawing at their ribs and faces like some demented flower, exposing rows and rows of teeth lowering down on their abdomens—

Mike’s eyes snapped open, gasps of breath escaping his lungs as if he had run a mile. He sat up, his eyes scanning the room. His heart rate slowed as he scanned over the faces of his sleeping friends, peacefully snoring away.

He let out a sigh of relief and layed back down, although it was much longer before sleep took him again. He didn’t dream again that night.

…

The next morning, Lucas crawled out of bed to find Dustin pulling on his shoes, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Lucas asked groggily, still half asleep. “It's like eight AM.”

Dustin glanced at his watch. “It's noon, you idiot. I’m going to the library. Ben told me he’ll show me all of the books when we were at the quarry yesterday.”

Lucas rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as Dustin proceeded to finish putting his left shoe on and walk out the door. He walked over to Max, who was watching Will draw a dragon.

“You think he's okay?” he asked, his eyes darting to the door where Dustin once stood. They'd never seen him act like this, even when he was horribly lying about the demodog that ate his cat.

“I don't know,” Max admitted. “And honestly, I don’t—”

“What do you mean ‘Bowie’s better than Elton John?’” They all jumped as they heard Mike yell from the kitchen. “Give me one song that David Bowie has made that’s better than Elton John!”

Will sighed, setting his pencil down on his sketchbook and dropping it on the couch. “I’ll be right back.” He padded into the kitchen, and Max and Lucas watched him leave. His voice floated into the living room. “Why don't we all agree that they're both great artists?”

“Because this fucking idiot is saying that Elton John could be better than David Bowie!”

“Because he is! Right, Will?”

“Umm…”

They heard Mike dramatically gasp. “You traitor!” Lucas and Max covered their mouths to stifle their laughter, a feat that they epically failed at as Will spluttered, trying to defend himself.

…

Ben was in the library, thumbing through a thick book, when Dustin’s watch beeped.

“Oh shit, it's already five. I told my friends I’d be back by now.”

“Oh, okay,” Ben looked up as the boy walked out of the library, a gust of air filling the room, blasting his blond hair out of his face. He kept staring where the wild-haired boy used to stand, the books he was looking at still lying open on the table.

He was startled out of his trance as a heavy book slammed next to him. He looked around the room, only an elderly woman and a tall black boy scanning through the shelves.

“Here’s that book you asked for,” the librarian said, her hand still placed on the front of the thick book. Ben reached for it, but apparently she wasn't done talking. “Where’d that other boy go? He was nice.” Ben stayed silent. “Boy your age, you should be outside. It’s summer. Don’t you have any friends?”

“Can I just have the book please?” The librarian fixed her glasses and walked off, letting out a snippy little “hmph.” The truth was, none of Ben’s other friends liked reading, so he typically spent his hours in the library alone. He liked it that way anyway, because how would he be able to read with the loud chatter that his friends always had floating around with them?

He pulled the book closer to him, its gold pressed title shining bright against the blue bindings. A History of Old Derry, it read as he turned to the center of the book.

He flipped through the shiny pages, covered in black and white photographs with captions. One picture of huge chopped-down trees was captioned Sawmill worker at the FAA cooperative sawmill.

He kept turning pages until one specific one caught his eye. Easter Egg Hunt celebration at the Derry Iron Works, 1908. The picture displayed what looked like a performance of sorts, a box with a smiling clown face on the side of it, a dancing clown said to be inside. The picture on the next page showing kids lined up with their find, easter eggs clutched in hands and resting in baskets.

Ben was surprised when the next picture was of a newspaper clipping, the haunting title stating EASTER EXPLOSION KILLS 88 CHILDREN, 102 TOTAL. On the next page showed bodies on the ground, looking too small. Ben sucked in a breath, his lungs feeling tight against his rib cage.

The next page was even worse. A gruesome discovery in the wake of the Derry Iron Works explosion, 1908, a picture, showing crowded around under a twisted tree. Ben turned the page, not wanting to see what was in the tree.

But strangely, the next page was the same picture. It was zoomed in closer to what was in the tree. He kept turning the page, two times more, three, eight times more, but it was still the picture. Ben had a gross twisting feeling in his gut as he realized what was in those branches.

Turning the page one last time, he closed the book with a loud slam as he laid his eyes on the photograph.

A severed head lay between the fork of a branch, the boy looking no older than ten years old. If it wasn't for the blood covering his face and the lack of a body, he could have looked as if he were sleeping. Ben’s breathing was heavy, and he faintly registered the sound of a door closing as the black boy left.

His eyes turned to the newspaper lying next to the other books, today’s paper. Body found by canal, not Betty Ripsom. Ben closed his eyes and tries to swallow down the feeling of needing to puke.

His heartbeat sped up rapidly by the sound of a little girl’s laughter, and music, that of which that would come from a jewelry box with a ballerina dancing in it, sounded from behind him. It seemed off key, like a beat too slow, and he turned around.

Floating there, as if pulled along by an invisible force, a bright red balloon drifted in the air, not unlike one that you would find in the circus. It drifted into an open doorway, the music tinkling quietly, as if to say come, follow me, you need me. As if he himself was pulled magnetically to the sound, Ben got up out of his chair and followed it into a narrow hallway, filled with boxes.

Perched on the top of the three steps up sat an egg. But not just any egg, no, an Easter egg, its colorful painting saying congratulations, you found me! Ben walked over to it. The back of it was charred, and it was still smoking slightly. As if escaping an explosion. Ben shuddered at the thought.

He looked up, and there, sitting at the end of the hallway, perfectly upright, was another egg. And just down that room, another one! Ben kept following them, down a staircase and then down another. Maybe they’re showing me something, Ben thought excitedly, and he ran down a staircase to get to another.

Now, Ben wasn't a superstitious kid to say the least. He didn't believe in ghosts, or demons, or omens. He didn’t even believe in Santa, not even when he was an innocent little five year-old full of wonder. But he followed the eggs, as if they had little voices speaking to him, saying in cheerful tones follow me! Right this way! Come on, you’re almost there!

The final egg was in the basement, matching the others in its brightly colored-ness and the charred bits. Ben picked it up and looked around, as if to expect someone to pop out and announce he'd won a million dollars.

But no, there was only Ben and some boxes.

The lights flickered, and Ben walked forward as the sound of children’s laughter seemed to come from another aisle of boxes. He thought he saw movement as the lights turned off completely, the only light that of which shining from the large window on the landing and the buzzing exit sign above the doorway.

The sound of feet tromping down stairs was heard, and Ben went to move behind a post, thinking, This is it! This must be what the eggs were leading me to. He waited with bated breath as shoes appeared down the stairway, old-fashioned looking and worn.

Ankles twisted as the child kept stumbling down the stairs, a handful of eggs clutched in its arms. Its shoulder were visible, and then its neck, and then… nothing. Ben felt his mouth get dry as the headless child’s eggs fell from its arms as it reached the basement floor. It stopped for a second, and, as if it had eyes, turned its head toward Ben, who was still clumsily hiding behind a support post.

Then, impossibly fast, it rushed forward towards Ben, and he stumbled backwards.

Ben was never the fastest kid, and his breathing grew heavier as he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer.

He looked behind him, and the sight made him run faster, down an aisle and up another, overturning boxes and tripping over his own shoes. The child kept advancing, its arms twisted grotesquely and movements jerky, the neck smoking as it moved along like a puppet on strings.

“Eggboy!” a voice called, gruff and garbled. Ben turned to look where the voice came from, almost stopping to see. A creature rushed out from behind the aisle of boxes, a frilly collar with a clown’s head resting on top of it, blood red lips and lines leading up its face, eyes rolled back into its head.

Ben almost screamed as he ran into someone, but upon seeing that it was only the librarian, he felt himself exhale.

“What on earth are you doing?” she demanded, but Ben was still looking around the room, searching for headless children and/or clowns. “You’re not allowed down here, you do know that, Mister Hanscom!” Upon seeing nothing, Ben rushed wordlessly past the aging woman, stepping up the stairs two at a time and welcoming in the sunlight.

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