#carver is MY BOY and i love him very much yes

[sixofpomegranates]

All of them are Eddie Munson fics since I am going through some severe brain rot because of this spicy golden retriever.

The order is random and not indicative of how much I liked them. There is no ranking, just sharing some really good pieces of work so we can all enjoy it!

10 Recommendations || 🐇 = My opinion. || Pink Color = SMUT

As You Wish (series) by @corroded-hellfire

➢ Summary: When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him.

🐇: I am OBSESSED with the entire universe. Like, really, really obsessed. Older!Dad!Eddie has my whole heart. His boys too. Brittany can go to hell. Long story short: Highly Recommended! It rearranged my brain chemistry. Oh, and it's spicy. || Not sure if it's still ongoing, but the way I am stalking the author's page I’ll sure as hell find out.

Eddie Had A Little Lamb (one-shot) by @honey-flustered

➢ Summary: Eddie is trying to be good and with your help, he could be exactly that. But Kas, on the other hand, thrives in all that is unholy and he’ll stop at nothing to bring you and Eddie to the dark side.

🐇: This rearranged my brain chemistry. I want more like this. I love this. Send me recommendations with fics like this. Jesus H. Christ.

who’s to say [pt.2] by @quinnsbower

➢ Summary: your father, jason carver, promises you one thing and can’t deliver it to you. you decide to get back at him and it him where it really hurts: eddie munson.

🐇: This is responsible for getting me hooked on older!eddie. This is the reason I will be writing an older!eddie fic. This rearranged my brain chemistry. I liked this way too much. So good. Sweet, old guy Eddie.

Caught Me Slippin’ (one-shot) by @uglypastels

➢ Summary: [modern!au] feeling insecure about your skills in bed, you decide to find someone who could help you learn. Except, when the guy actually shows up, a mistake seems to have occurred. Fortunately, you're both quite adaptable (or, at least, you try to be), and the night quickly takes off into unexpected territories.

🐇: No, because YOU hurt my feelings. You gave me an amazing one-shot with banging smut and then broke my heart. I love you and this piece, and forgive you, but damn.

Honey, I'm Home! (series) by @trashmouth-richie

➢ Summary: you were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

🐇: Obsessed, but I’d kill this menace!Eddie. I do not have enough self-control to not go to prison for ending this feral raccoon’s existence. || It's still ongoing. Eventual smut.

The Soulmates (series) by @neonghostlights

➢ Summary: Eddie Munson never thought he would be one of the lucky ones. Him being the only one in his family to be given a soulmate mark was a miracle. What happens when his soulmate is not the one he wanted? Will he be able to give up his dream girl to be with the one he’s meant to be with? Or will he just have to learn to ignore the other half of his soul?

🐇: Like it a lot. I found it through a reblog and read all the existing parts in one go. It's a Soulmate AU, the first one I read. || It's still ongoing.

You Give Love A Bad Name [pt.2] by @cinemaquinn

➢ Summary: eddie munson was a world famous rockstar. and, apparently, an asshole. but you weren't one to believe rumours, so when eddie asks to meet you, who are you to say no?

Conviction (one-shot) by @tiannasfanfic

➢ Summary: Life takes an unexpected turn when a one time fling with your best friend leads to an unplanned pregnancy. Will years of friendship be enough to build a solid marriage off of...or are you destined for heartbreak due to a wandering eye like the town rumor mill predicts?

🐇: This was so cute. Especially the ending. Yes, this was spicy. Very good.

Destructive Solutions (one-shot) by @bimbobaggins69

➢ Summary: after becoming roommates with your high school crush and finally getting out of your crazy strict parents house, you get a little too close to him and his best friend (your coworker) —but they’re straight, right?

🐇: yes. I am Steddie x f!Reader trash. I love it when the chemistry is there. And it was there. I loved this so much that I am writing my thoughts on this for the 7th time now because tumblr is a bitch.

Show Me (one-shot) by @bimbobaggins69

➢ Summary: you accidentally stumble upon your best friend/roommates porn stash, you quickly learn he’s the main star. After seeing him in ways you never have, will your friendship ever be the same?

🐇: yes. yes. You may have noticed that that's the second fic from @bimbobaggins69 That's because I found her through reblogs and since then am sure that her fics don't miss, no matter what she posts.

Seriously.

Fuck Tumblr for always deleting the last couple of sentences.

[lasandra]

31 Days of Dragon Age: Oct 01 - Introduce your Hero of Ferelden

(Technically a day late, oops!) Using these prompts. (I probably went overboard though, tbh.) Dragon Age: Origins was the game I got introduced to Dragon Age with back in 2010 when I was but 12 years old and so the HoF forever holds a special place in my heart. HoF is, in my opinion, the best example of being allowed to be who you want to be in the Dragon Age series with the most freedom of personality. HoF truly feels like YOUR character and I love that. Here are my favorite Heroes (because I CANNOT just tell you about 1) of Ferelden in no particular order: 1. Lyna Mahariel (Yes, I kept the default name, I liked it for her.)

Lyna is easily my most tragic character (and it was a total accident). Lyna has this habit of everyone she loves dying and leaving her alone. First it was her parents, then it was Tamlen (which really hit her hard as they were very much in love). She didn't even get time to properly mourn him before getting dragged (kicking and screaming) to Ostagar to join the Grey Wardens when she truly would have preferred to remain with her clan and die. She slowly began to recover and though she still mourned, she DID find herself slowly falling for Alistair... WHO she helped make king and then he ended their relationship. Obviously she was upset (as was I because this was the first time, I'd played a non-Cousland lol and I didn't know you could let him just stay with the wardens at the time). She was FURIOUS when Morrigan told her she needed to convince Alistair to sleep with her. Fastest nope ever, let me tell you. She went into the Battle of Denerim with every intention of striking the killing blow against the Archdemon but guess what? This was also my first time NOT doing the dark ritual and I took Alistair with me. He freaking stops her, tells her he loves her and goes and dies all heroically. (This was the first time this happened to me, and I definitely cried). Then comes Awakening and while everyone else makes it out, Anders and Justice appear to be dead. She mourns those sneaky little twits. Boy when she found out what happened... She was PISSED, let me tell you. And of course, later she finds out that her entire clan has been killed by Hawke and Co. Home girl cannot catch a break. She isolates herself now, never allowing herself to get too close to others, awaiting the day she can finally see her loved ones again. 2. Aurora Amell:

Aurora is probably closest to a canon warden that I have as I usually use her worldstate when I load into Dragon Age 2 and Inquisition because I just love the story implications. She was every bit a circle mage and never understood why anyone would ever want to leave (I think being trained by Irving made her that way), but still helped her friend Jowan when that was his wish. When it turned out he WAS in fact a blood mage she was horrified and never trusted him again. And yes. She liked Cullen. And apparently she just had a thing for Templars because she ended up with Alistair (she also had the sense to keep him in the wardens). Wynne was her most trusted confidante, with Leliana as a close second. She got along with everyone fairly well though. For her, the Dark Ritual was a painful and difficult choice, she didn't want to die, she didn't want Alistair to die, and Morrigan offered both of them a way out. She convinced Alistair and you know the rest. During Awakening, Anders didn't just up and disappear on her. She gave him permission. She had always only conscripted him to save his life and with the blight defeated, she didn't see a reason to force him to stay. She did NOT know about the Justice thing however, she'd have thumped him over the back of the head with her stave if she'd known about that. Also, she kept Sir Pounce-A-Lot when he left. Aurora eventually met Carver when he became a Grey Warden and through him she eventually met her favorite cousin, Amelia Hawke. Though Aurora is younger, she is very protective of her cousin, so much so that when she found out Anders had betrayed Amelia's trust and blown up the Chantry, Aurora may or may not have chased him around the room with fireballs until Alistair and Amelia physically restrained her... Aurora and Alistair have a daughter (because headcanons!) named Lydia who is actually going to be one of my Rooks (who I will tell you more about when it is time to introduce my Rooks in the prompts) 3. Elsa Cousland (No she was not named or designed after the Disney Character, I made her before Frozen was even a thing.)

Elsa is my "evil" character (or as close as I come to running evil characters). She is not cruel by any means, but she is rather power hungry and is very manipulative, buying affection, lying to make herself seem better than she is. She had always been an opportunist, looking to advance her and her family's station whenever possible. When Arl Howe killed nearly everyone in her family, she swore she'd have revenge, though that didn't mean she didn't deeply resent Duncan for coercing her into the Grey Wardens (that's how she felt about it). For the first time in her life, she felt resigned to her fate and she hated it, though she of course put on the facade of the selfless heroine. Morrigan was the only one she shared her true nature with, and they quickly became the best of friends. Alistair was strange to her, in more ways than one. Though she found him to be a bit of an idiot, she also recognized him as being genuinely kind, a trait she was not used to in those she knew. As much as she wanted to deny it, she did find herself falling in love with him, even before she found out he was Maric's son. When Arl Eamon suggested Alistair take the throne, she saw an opportunity to get what she had always wanted--the throne. So naturally during the Landsmeet she named Alistair king with her as his queen. She agreed to help Morrigan convince Alistair to do the dark ritual, as it seemed quite practical for her plans to become Queen. During Awakening she almost killed Nathaniel but thought it would be better revenge to have him become a Grey Warden instead. As for what she's been doing since, mostly she's been looking for a way for her and Alistair to have heirs. 4. Rita Brosca (Not to be confused with her sister Rica)

(And no, the background isn't bleeding through her face, I was trying a shading thing out on her and I didn't think to use a different color.)

Rita is the most reckless of my wardens never quite thinking before she acts, luckily she's pretty good at getting away with it (mostly). She thought Duncan was just the coolest dude ever even before he saved her life. When he died, she was almost as upset as Alistair, he was the first person to ever treat her like she was anything more than dirt. She and Morrigan bonded over their terrible mothers. Unlike my other previous Wardens, Rita didn't end up with Alistair. She found him to be more like a brother figure. Instead, she ended up with Zevran. Coming up from similar backgrounds, she could really relate to him and felt like she could be herself around him without judgement--heck if anything, approval! Leske's betrayal wasn't particularly surprising. She was really only surprised she couldn't talk him out of it. Idiot duster. During Awakening, when she found out about Oghren becoming a father, she really worked on encouraging him to get his crap together. To be more than some drunk loser to his child, so that his kid wouldn't end up resenting him like Rita resented her mother. Also she totally stole Anders idea of running away from the wardens. She ran off with Zevran and has been keeping quiet since. They even ended up having a daughter (who, yes is going to be another Rook of mine) named Wynnie (who is affectionately named after Wynne). 5. Ciara Surana:

Ciara is the sweetest of all of my wardens, always helping others and sparing her enemies when possible because she just saw the best in people. The Fifth Blight really didn't deserve her. She was fascinated by spirits and demons, always wanting to learn more about them. Solas really would have had a field day with her. She'd have pestered him non-stop with questions. To mine and everyone else's surprise, she did NOT end up with Alistair, rather with Zevran. Not that Alistair hadn't tried, Ciara was just too oblivious to notice Alistair's flirtations while Zevran made himself very clear. I like to think she had a positive influence on him. When Morrigan told her about the Dark Ritual, she felt very uncomfortable. She did tell Alistair about it but accepted his "no" without argument. Having made Alistair the king, she was determined to keep him alive and so she did not take him with her to fight the Archdemon, therefore it was her who dealt the final blow, sacrificing her life to save Ferelden and the rest of Thedas. I like to think her soul was not destroyed. That instead she was given a second chance at life as (you guessed it) another one of my Rooks, a mourn watcher Rook, to be specific. 6. Elena Tabris:

Last but not least, is Elena. Though she was considered quite the troublemaker in the Alienage, she was actually genuinely looking forward to getting married (and then the stupid shems just had to show up and completely wreck her wedding. Rude). She was grateful to Duncan for saving her when the guards came but was lowkey terrified of the man after watching Daveth and Jory die at the joining. She literally only drank the blood because she watched him kill Jory, before that, she'd been thinking about slinking off and running away. She used to be terrified of spirits and demons (so you know, the circle of Magi was fun for her) but Wynne's circumstance gave her a new perspective. They still give her the heebie-jeebies but she tries to keep an open mind (which is the only reason she was able to recruit Justice in Awakening. Him animating a corpse was deeply unsettling). Though she'd had a brief flirtation with Zevran (it never went anywhere beyond flirtation) she ultimately ended up with Alistair. When it came time for taking Alistair to see his sister, she let him give her money but I headcanon that she totally sneaked back in and stole it back for being such as massive b-- At the Landsmeet, she did not make Alistair king since he had always said he didn't want to be king. She didn't want to force him into anything that he didn't want. Elena had the hardest time with Morrigan's offer of the Dark Ritual, given her past. She also really loved Alistair and didn't want to risk him dying if she could prevent it, which is why she ultimately convinced him to do it. Eventually they had a daughter named Carwyn, who, would you believe it, is going to be another of my Rooks. But not just any Rook. My first Rook. I am very much looking forward to playing her on the 31st! That's it! That's all of the HoFs I want to share! I have played Origins NUMEROUS times and thus have many more, but it already took me all day to make all these portraits and quite frankly, I don't have the patience to do anymore. Thank you to anyone who was interested enough to read all this! You're a real trooper!

[morganwrites12672]

r slowly falling in love with blind!max mayfield...

thoughts?

YES OMG YES, also you said thoughts and I spent way to much time on this...

That's brilliant, because in S5, she will most likely be blind, and may have some other health issues due to A STUPID FUCKER NAMED JASON CARVER WHO TRIED TO KILL LUCAS WHILE LUCAS WAS WITH MAX. AND IF WE GOT RID OF JASON MAX WOULD BE PERFECTLY FINE AND HER WALKMAN WOULD HAVE FUCKING SAVED HER

Also, in this one Vecna died in S4

Blind!Max Mayfield x Reader

May 4, 1988 (Yn's pov, with a little bit of Max's pov)

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Max was at the park again today. You had only had a brief conversation with her. She had lost her sight in a car accident, it just happened to have happened outside the old Creek house.

You shake off the thoughts, the thoughts that what she was saying wasn't true, and go talk to her. Your footsteps are loud so she doesn't get to spooked.

"Max, it's Yn," you call out when you are only a few feet away. She turns to the direction that your voice came from and you see a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Hey Yn," Max offers a small wave. You wave back, and then mentally kick yourself, she can't see your wave. You were an idiot.

"How's your Mom?" You ask. Her Mom had been so freaked out after everything. This town really was cursed, and Max's poor mom. Her step son was killed in a tragic mall fire, her husband left her, and her daughter was almost killed. You didn't blame her for drinking.

"Steve dropped me off," Max replies and you sit down next to her. You knew what that meant. Her Mom wants doing well, most likely still asleep, that was why Max had called Steve.

It had taken Max a week to have Steve's phone number memorized, it took her a month to learn how to use the phone without her sight.

She learned braille after a while. A little book of phone numbers sits next to the phone. All I'm braille, a reminder of what Vecna had done.

"I could give you my number and I could pick you up next time? Only if you want," you say. God, you sounded like an idiot. You just wanted to help her, not in a pity way. You just knew she hated being helpless.

"I can't read," she reminds with a laugh, you let out a little laugh to.

"I know braille, let me write it down," you say and grab the little notepad in your pocket. You scribble down the number and hand it to her.

She runs her fingers over it and you can see a small smile appear on her face. She couldn't believe you knew braille, or even would be willing to drive her.

Max heard a honk and got up, "Thanks Yn," she says and grabs her walking stick before slinging her backpack over her shoulder and leaving. You smile and say goodbye.

It was nice to have a friend.

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May 4, 1988 (Steve's Pov)

Steve honked the horn and saw Max with a girl, he recognized the girl. He had seen her and Max talking a few times before.

He saw Max get up and grab her stuff, slowly walking back to his car. She usually called him or one of the other boys to drive her to the park on the weekend.

She didn't usually let Steve stay, and Steve didn't know why the park. She said it was peaceful.

"Thanks Steve," Max says when she gets in the car. Steve notices she looks a little happy.

"It's no problem, really. It's not like I have anything better to do," Steve told the girl. It was true, when he wasn't working he didn't do much other then hang out with the kids.

Max then slipped in her walkman, and Steve knew she was done talking. She hadn't been very open to anybody about anything.

Pushing everybody away, Steve was worried about max.

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May 29, 1988 (Yn's Pov)

You had been seeing Max every saturday. She was always dropped off by some guy she said was Steve, but today she was dropped off by a curly haired boy. He had brown hair, and he looked like he was only 16 or so.

"Max," you say and she waves in the direction of your voice. Over the last few months you had known her she had always been good at knowing where the voice had come from.

Max walks over, and sits next to you, "Hey, Yn," she says with a smile. You notice she seems more happy then usual.

Her shoulders aren't hunched, she's sitting up straight. Her smile is wider, and lasts longer.

"Who was the kid?" You ask. You had never seen him before. She hadn't told you much of her past, other then a mom who was trying her best and Steve. She told you about Steve a lot.

"Dustin, he is apart of this friend group I used to hang out with a lot," Max replies. She had mentioned there were some kids she used to be close with, but she told you she didn't talk with many people anymore.

"Oh, that's cool," you say and she laughs a little. You didn't know what was funny.

"He's pretty awesome," she says. You were slightly confused but went with it. He probably stood up to some bullies, or he is popular in school. Maybe she even has a crush on him.

"I like your laugh," you say and she blushes. She mumbles a thanks. Her laugh was a nice sound. Kind of like hearing your mom's voice after a long day.

"I haven't seen you at school before," Max comments and then laughs, "I mean I told Lucas about you and he hasn't ever even seen you," Max says and you tell her you go to a school a few miles from there.

"Oh, that cool," Max says in reply. You both carry on in some basic small talk, and she tells you about her old friend group.

She talks until you hear the telltale honk, and see Dustin. He waves, and you wave back. You hand max her backpack as she grabs her waking stick.

"Bye, Yn," Max says.

"See you Saturday," you reply.

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June 1, 1988 (Yn's Pov with more some thoughts from Max)

You were sitting at home after school. Completely bored out of your mind when you heard your phone ring.

You picked it up, "This is Yn,"

"Uh, hey it's max?" The girl says and you recognize her voice.

"Oh! Hey," you tell her

"I called four other people before I get your number right," she laughs and you let out a little snort.

"Shit," you say in reply.

"Um, you said I could calm if I needed a ride?" Max almost asks.

"I am your own personal chauffeur," you say.

"Cool, do you want to maybe go to the diner? Steve said he saw one around the park," Max says and you smile.

"Where do I need to pick you up from?"

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You were deciding between a strawberry and a vanilla milkshake. Max had picked a strawberry.

"Screw it, strawberry," you told the waiter. He smiled at you and ran to go out in your orders.

"This place seems pretty nice," you tell her. She smiles at you.

"Steve had a shitty time with women, but he can pick a place to eat," Max says with a small laugh.

You giggle in response. You both engage in small talk, how's school, what did you do last night, the basics.

The waiter brings out your milkshakes and you thank him before putting the straw in Max's and handing it to her.

"Oh, thanks," Max says and smiles again as she tries it, "I pick the best milkshake flavors," she jokes and upon trying yours, she is definitely right.

"So, are you and Lucas still a thing?" You ask nonchalantly. She had mentioned that they dated, never saying if they still were

"No, we were on and off for a few years, we finally decided we were better off as friends," Max tells you before taking another sip of her milkshake.

"Few years?" You ask in shock and she nods. A few years? No guy had been interested in you for more then a week or two.

You both finished your milkshakes, you left some cash on the table, and went out to the car. Max thanked you for taking her out, and you told her it was no problem.

You made basic small talk, nothing special. But max was. After everything she had been through, everything she had lost, she was still happy and smiling.

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August 28, 1988 (Yn's Pov)

You had been driving Max to the park every Saturday, and Wednesday. You both went there to hang out, and sometimes would stop by the diner before hand to pick up lunch or milkshakes.

But today Steve had wanted to drive Max. Either he missed her or he had something to tell her.

"Okay, Yn. I need to tell you something," Max says and you can tell by the way she is fidgeting that something is wrong. Very wrong.

"You know you can tell me anything," you say. You liked her, you didn't know how it happened. You had always enjoyed her laugh, smile, just being with her.

"You know that girl? Barb, the one who disappeared a while ago? The government cover up was a lie. Same with the mall fire, and same with me," Max says before she tells you everything.

Barb wasn't killed by a chemical leak. She was killed by some beast that drug her to another world. A parallel universe, something called the Upside Down. It had Demo-Dogs and Demogorgons, monster bats and a thing called Vecna.

And it wasn't a mall fire, it was the Mind Flayer. Any death that has occurred in the last five years, was most likely due to the alternate universe.

"Are you okay?" You ask. Having been through all of that, there was no way it didn't take a huge toll on your mental health.

"What? No, I'm fine just blind," she replies a little confused. She was fine, minor side effects. She was still better then Bob, and better then Billy.

"Not physically, mentally. How is your mental health?" You say and she lets out a sad laugh.

"It's complete shit," she replies and you grab her hand she blushes and you start to recall your hand, "No, it's nice," she says.

You feel heat creeping onto your cheeks and are thankful she can't see how much you are blushing.

"I think I like you, more then just like a friend," Max admits and you smile. She liked you back.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask and Max replies by leaning in to kiss you. You find her lips and softly kiss her before pulling away, both breathless.

"That's it, wow," You say and Max sighs.

"Incredible," max says with another happy sigh. You both hear a car honks, Steve had driven max this time.

Max gets up and grabs her stuff before slowly waving and walking back, you tell a bye and she yells back.

You would see her again in a few days and couldn't wait. You would definitely be calling her tonight.

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August 28, 1988 (Stevie's pov)

Steve had waited a minute before honking after the girls kissed. He knew they liked each other, he knew from the second he noticed how Max was happier.

He couldn't be more happy as he honked and Max came, as fast as she could. The girls waved bye, and Steve swore his heart grew Three sizes.

They were in love, young love was so cute to watch. Watching Max and Yn, it would be nice after everything they had been through.

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I spent hours on this, and I have no regrets. Not a single one.

Please reblog this if you enjoyed.

My requests are open, if you check my pinned post it has all of the people and fandoms I write for.

[vbartilucci]

I watched Dead Boy Detectives and it was…okay.

I liked it but I didn’t love it. I was interested in the characters but I didn’t care for them.

That’s probably due to a mix of both the writing and the actors being…fine. Charles came off as a British Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. Not quite knowing how to process his feelings, especially THOSE feelings, but largely just being played as a young man with a stick up his ass. Edwin was a tad better, but the eternal peppiness seemed forced – I know it was SUPPOSED to be forced, but I missed a bit of nuance. Crystal was quite good, and Niko…well, I’ll get to her. Lukas Gage as the Cat King was a joy to behold, and Jenn Lyon as Esther grew on me every episode.

Bluntly, I thought the trio was much better in their back-door pilot episode of Doom Patrol.  The chemistry was much better. That’s probably partly cause of the actors, and partly because they were written as already being a team. They knew what they were doing, they already knew what drove them crazy about each other, and they were just plain more fun to watch. I’m giving some of the credit to that to Jeremy Carver, who was the showrunner of Doom Patrol, which I adored. I was hopeful when I saw him listed as an executive producer on this show, but it became clear to me it was only a contractually required position since the characters first appeared on DP. Neil Gaiman was also listed as an executive producer, but I had the impression that his interaction on the show was far less hands-on than Good Omens. He wrote a couple scenes, but no episodes.

The writing was good, but not GREAT.  The show’s mysteries were fun, and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the stories, it just never hit the level of “I have to see more” like I had with Doom Patrol, Sandman, and Good Omens. They did a journeyman job of crafting an arc, and the episode in Hell worked very well. I’d have been very happy if that had been the finale of the series there.  Once you’ve triumphed over Hell, having the final threat being a witch who wants to stay young felt a tad like a step down. Again, I liked Esther, and I’d have liked to see her hang around as an irritant, not get promoted to Big Bad at the last minute. It felt very much like Tim Shaw TimSza in Jodie Whittaker’s first season of Doctor Who – “why the hell is this lame-o from the first episode the final threat?”

A great deal of the good will I had for the series faded with the last episode. I simply thought that killing off Niko was unnecessary, bordering on hack. Yes, the tag makes it clear she may not really be dead, but I simply saw no need to put the rest of the characters through the wringer of having to deal with her passing.  She could have recovered right then and there with the help of her lucky charm, or Lilith could have fixed her since she was clearly “wronged”, or any number of ways to have them THINK she was gone but saved at the end to tie everything into a bow.

So I guess I did "care" enough about the character enough to be upset, but more because it seemed like the writers thought there had to be a sacrifice to make the drama more intense, and I simply didn't see the need. As I said, there's a ton of ways they could have done that moment and fixed it at the end, and not diminished the drama.

I watched the because I enjoyed it just enough to do so, and I know there were a ton of mutuals who wanted it renewed, so I gave it my support. It was never a chore, but it was never an absolute joy If it gets renewed I’ll give it another chance, but I expect I’ll watch it casually as I did this season, with no grinding desire to see the next one.

Sorry I wasn't as rapturous about it as the rest of you.

[t3m-official]

Kate's Art Dump #1

⚠️Warning⚠️ This post will contain; Mention of Drugs, mention of suicide, corrupt cops, suggestive imagery

A Little Bit Of Shopping

In WarScream, there used to be this experimental thing called a Mall Card. Mall Cards were used by staff and security through the years of 1981-2005. They were eventually dropped and scrapped in 2005 because of how easy it was to hack them. But recently they have become a collectors item and go for very high prices(About 50k per Mall Card), and our fox bimbo Kate happened to find a small storage crate that had about 4 dozen of them! So after selling them she proceeded to spend half of it on christmas presents and stuff for herself and donated the other half to a few charities.

Characters(The Sequel)

Plushtrap is a 5ft advanced robot that is based off of a Japanese toy in WarScream called ザ���プラッシュトラップ(The Plushtrap). Postal Guy is still basically the same nut job but he is a little more sympathetic and is a bit of a hippie who happens to be friends with Kaleb and Loona. Kaleb is also basically the same as his previous counterpart, besides the fact he is half Asian and is missing a left hand.

Now before i explain Loona, there is something to note. Pretty much most of the characters in Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss in my AU are dead. Why? Alastor. I'll go into it more soon but eventually Alastor became king of both Hell and Nether(Yes in WarScream there are two hells and that will be explained soon), and during this takeover he basically "Wiped the slate clean" by killing everyone. There were barely any survivors, with Loona barely holding on to her life and AngleDust having to rescue her.

And also, Postal Guy, Kaleb, and Loona are a small friend group and have a band called Molten Erection(I totally wasn't smiling and laughing when i typed that out). And surprisingly enough they are friends with Gregory, but usually have to be careful around him because they know how Glammy might react if her son learned about some of the shit they say.

Characters(Bois)

Robocop is still the same backstory wise, but he was later upgraded by SPD to have his chest plate, elbow & knee pads, and hands to open up and cause his chest to let out a massive blast on energy that can destroys whatever it hits(As you can see i am a enjoyer of *Insert Character Here* doing an action they would never do in cannon). Spawn is a rapper called Da Spawn, and eventually he would get killed in a fire accident and would be brought back to life as a hell spawn(Making his rapper name quite ironic). Then there is Ash Williams who is actually a knight who was flung into the year 2013 after he failed to save his small kingdom he was being paid to protect. And finally we have John Carver. John is actually a family friend of Isaac Clarke's parents and is basically an unofficial uncle.

Characters(Toys And Slashers)

Stik is well, he's a Stikbot, and you might think he's weak. But in reality, Stik is really strong and can stick to any surface with his suction cup hands and feet. Modi is a Modibot who can attach pretty much anything in the holes on his body to give him different abilities and powers. Next is Valak who is a demon bimbo that likes to show herself off and loves the 21st century because of how different it feels. And finally we have Jimmy Bones, a man who was a retired hitman who owned a small town that he personally took care of. But eventually we was framed for the murder of a white businessman and was executed, and his small town was ravaged by drugs and suicide. Now Jimmy is back as a specter, wanting to avenge what happened to his small town and wipe out corrupt cops.

Characters(Youtubers)

Grade is your average british man with a big chin and usually gets in trouble by being a snarky bastard with some people. Yahtzee is a chad who plays video games and is friends with Grade, usually having to make sure Grade doesn't get his ass beat and usually has to break up fights between Grade and Sam. Speaking of Sam, Sam O Nella is a ex-teacher from The Science And Smarts College Of Delaware and is frenemies with Grade. And finally there is Doug, aka, Nostalgia Critic. He is a powerful master of 4th wall breaking and can temporarily summon characters from different movies to attack for him.

Honey Bear And Honey Bunny

So me and my boyfriend have these nick names in the form of Honey Bear(My Boyfriend) and Honey Bunny(Me!) So back then i made these two, but recently decided to redesign them.

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Old Trans Couple

Orville and Mrs.Hippo are possessed by these old war vets. And yes they both may be 21(The max age for an animatronic), they are mentally on the elderly side, but that dose not make them weak. In fact, because they were both in WW2 when they were humans, they have a lot of experience.

And actually after i drew the sketch for this, i discovered Steel Wool made a image of Mr.Hippo in drag. So people have been going on that Mr.Hippo is either trans or that Mr.Hippo is a drag queen. Don't know which one is which but both are based.

Plush Concepts

Here are plush designs of Me, Communist Shovel/Comerade Shovel, and my boyfriend James.

Shadow Freddy And Friends

Shadow Freddy is a goofy boi who is silly and cuddly but a caring brother for Shadow Bonnie, a trans gal who is part ghost like her brother Shadow Freddy. System Error Toy Bonnie is Shadow Bonnie's inner demons. Endo 01 is a complete nutjob and is the brother of The Puppet while Endo 02 is the exact opposite. Being an (almost)emotionless machine with a mysterious backstory, the inly information known being that his body was a endoskeleton used in world war 2.

Shiz and Shank were moving into their new place and happened to find a photo book, so they decided to look at some old photos and they would both see their old baby photos.

It's safe to say that these two are glad that neither of them can get pregnant.

On that night, Shank discovered that Shank can shapeshift and morph his body into any shape he wants.

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Buried in His Boots by Kris Pearson writing as Kristie Klewes

Merry Summerfield Cozy Mystery #5

Merry Summerfield once again is first person on site when a dead body is found…a body wearing very distinctive boots.

What I liked: * Merry Summerfield: book editor, pet and house sitter, divorced, amateur sleuth, sister to Graham, knows everyone in the community, good friend, intelligent, may eventually find another man to date

* Graham: Merry’s brother, lawyer, sharing the family estate with his sister, owns two great dogs, has a new romantic interest in this book

* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing

* The animals, mostly dogs this time…added a lot to the story

* The side plots that may have a part in future books in the series: the forestry work group, the arrival of Erik’s daughter, the upcoming wedding or Erik and Heather, the underlying secretiveness of those working at the Burkeville Bar & Café, and others

* Wondering if Merry might end up with one of the attractive interesting men in town or someone else entirely

* The way the mystery was resolved and Merry’s part in it

* Seeing and/or hearing about previous cases and finding out how people from previous books are doing

* All of it really except…

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

Brilliant house. Amazing views. I thought I’d hit the house-sitting jackpot until Claude, the big beagle lookalike, unearthed a body from behind a collapsing wall in the yard. First we saw the distinctive boots that proved to be a truly gruesome trophy. This led to all sorts of speculation. Hi – I’m Merry Summerfield, freelance book editor and house-sitter of Drizzle Bay. I’ve been tipped out of my beachside haven because it’s now a crime scene - but do you think that’ll stop me trying to discover what really happened? The murderers won’t be Dex and Dom - the short, bald, house-renovators - because this is their lovely new home. Boastful Brett Royal from the Whale Watch boat is talking far too much and bringing the murder to everyone’s attention, so it’s probably not him. My brother’s new equestrian girlfriend? But she seems so nice! The semi-criminal boys being re-trained on the forestry land in the hills? Hmmm… Suggestions come thick and fast, but nothing seems quite right. Detectives Bruce Carver and Marion Wick are in hot pursuit of the truth, but they won’t solve the mystery of whether my summer flirtation will be with Vicar Paul or Black-ops John. That remains as murky as the mud on Lord Drizzle’s farm. Maybe a Christmas concert will help? This fun cozy mystery is full of your favorite people from the other books in the series. Plus some new ones, a puzzling murder, a touch of romance, and laugh-out-loud lines. Be happy – Merry is back!

[jesakh-reads]

★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

yessss, so i love feyre getting revenge but i hate that lucian is in the middle of it oooo i hate ianthe but very gross her crushing her own hand lucian’s family sucks lol tamlin at this war meeting is making me want to fight did cassian form a mating bond with nesta? whys he so obsessed with her nesta hurting people because she’s hurting 😭😭 love that nesta's not afraid of amren lol nesta said i don’t make public speeches i love mor i love rhys so much, go off for a supporting women king feyre has a wing fetish i feel like nesta and amrane are going to be best friends bone carver - i love a cryptic bitch nesta our death goddess erris is a little bitch and so is mor’s dad what if elaine is seeing the future SHE WAS TELLING THE FUTURE i hope they make friends with the library monster, it seems lonely and powerful lol RHYS BEING ANGRY ABOUT FEYRE AND MONSTER DEAL WOULD HE RATHER SHE DIED JFC i don’t rhys attitude rn we love the drama of finding out elaine is a seer why is rhys always cold yassss night lord remove the mask weird vibes by the male comments, male hand, male smile???? very gross of tamlin to show up to this meeting tamlin is the most toxic ex god damn tamlin is disgusting i hate him what do you mean for the first time his hands were clammy, you always notice his hands are cold helion is a king for calling tamlin out for being a bitch rhys should have shut him up earlier ready for beron to get assassinated lol feyre said i won’t show them my powers then shows them ALL OF HER POWERS jfc LUCIEN IS HELIONS SON WAT elaine is now best spooky bitch really hate how they are treating elaine rn let her help jc I’VE NEVER WORN PANTS 😂😂 ooooo library creature join the army pls durian yes king threaten the trash graysons why run out of the camp instead of fly my boy yes girlypop fly they need some kind of magic replenishing energy drink fr the bone carver is a little shit and i love him i’m emotionally attached to all these characters i don’t want any of them to die in this war 🥺 respectfully just kill your father girly SHUT THE FUCK UP RHYS BE HAPPY FEYRA, i would have murdered him if he didn’t ✨✨ AMAREN IS ALIVE THANK GOD is she going to be pissed lol oh no she’s normal now that’s cool i feel like they got a happily ever after why is the 1.5 more books lol

[latelyanobsession]

So happy that you can write for Jason from stranger things I know that many people don’t like him but he’s kind of pretty lol

hello lovely,

yes i do offer writing for jason carver. but i'm going to tack a consumer warning onto this, so that there's no miscommunication. as with any other character that i offer writings for, i will write the character how i see fit. and that may not always fall in the most favorable or morally forthright light.

i have a penchant for writing rather canon-compliant or canon-complimentary content. but my interpretations can be very deep and nuanced. i like to write my characters as multi-faceted and flawed. imperfect and human.

if i ever take on a request for jason he will be written very much so in the 'golden boy' light that he held during the outset of season 4. but as we saw over the course of that season, being in the center of a bright spotlight can often draw long shadows.

[crossdressingdeath]

Sera's writer also wrote Carver, and there is a lot of similarity in their dialogues, as some people have noted.

Really? I'm... not really seeing the similarities beyond the most basic "nineteen-year-old with a chip on their shoulder" description. I mean, Carver for one has clear reasons for why he behaves the way he does: other than his mother he's the only non-mage in a family of mages (which would lead to a lot of issues), if you've got him in your party he recently lost his twin sister, he fought at Ostagar (bad! Very bad!), and the entire time he's in Kirkwall he's overshadowed by his older sibling and blocked from making his own life outside of following his sibling around (and then lectured about not having a job by the person who blocked him from getting a job! Obligatory "fuck you" to Aveline). So of course he's got a bit of a temper.

But more importantly, Carver is never cruel the way Sera is. In banter he usually matches the other party's behaviour towards him. He's vicious towards Hawke at times, but no more than siblings usually get when they're fighting, and he usually backpedals when he goes too far. He's friendly towards Isabela and Merrill, and playfully antagonistic with Varric when Varric isn't comparing him to Hawke. His relationships with Fenris and Anders seem to be more tense; he tries to be friendly with Fenris and Fenris shuts him down as is his wont, and Carver does respond pretty negatively towards Anders talking about mage rights, but if we judged him based on that then we'd have to conclude basically all the companions sucked. And of course Aveline actively sabotages his life and then lectures him about not finding a different path, so no friendship there. And even then he's at worst a bit grumpy! The closest he ever gets to a personal attack in banter is telling Anders to shut up, which... again, every companion in DA2 tells Anders to shut up, it's hardly unique to Carver. And in his lines for if another character goes down he shows genuine concern for all of them, even the ones he doesn't get on with. The impression I get with Carver is a fundamentally decent person at a really difficult time in his life while everything external goes horribly wrong.

Sera, though? Sera can be awful. She straight up calls Cole "Creepy" as a nickname and he's delighted when she thinks of him as "him" instead of "it" because it's the first time she's done it. She constantly bothers the mage party members about using magic as if that's not a central part of who they are. There's one particular banter she has with Solas that comes to mind, about how it's bad enough that mages use spells at all without them being slow about it, which every mage in the party including a mage Quiz responds negatively to (and Quiz is notable because they very rarely respond negatively to banter, and I think this might be the only time they do it without player input; methinks Sera's constant sniping is getting to them a bit), and her only slight concession is that she tells a romanced mage Quiz that she doesn't mean her when she talks about how bad all mages are; if she's friends with Quiz rather than romanced they don't even get that much. She put a fucking venomous snake in Vivienne's drawers, which I will never be over, and also keeps needling her about how everyone secretly hates her (Vivienne for her part gives as good as she gets, but that doesn't make it not horrible). She mocks Lavellan (and to a lesser extent Solas) relentlessly for every bad thing about the elves the Inquisition finds, even if Lavellan is her best friend in the world (and if she and Lavellan are in a relationship, she'll force Lavellan to choose between her relationship and her faith and blames her for the relationship failing if she picks the latter! Never going to be over that either). She's just absolutely horrid, and there's no evidence of her having any particular reason for it. She never mentions ever having a bad experience with a mage (she fears them because "everyone fears magic", even when given clear personal evidence that mages aren't all evil all the time), she never mentions ever having a bad experience with the Dalish (the closest she gets is a mention to Solas that she's seen how elves live, and that's more likely to be city elves than the Dalish)... She seems to hate them just because everyone else does.

Basically... sure, you can say that Carver and Sera are similar in terms of personality, but that's only surface-level stuff. If you look at anything more in-depth than "nineteen-year-old with a chip on their shoulder" the comparisons kind of fall apart. Because at the end of the day Carver consistently shows that when the chips are down and things start looking bad he will always do what he can to support his friends and family, no matter how much they fight (if memory serves Templar Carver will turn on the Templars if Hawke sides with the mages regardless of friendship/rivalry? Not entirely sure about that, but I think it was the case). Sera, though, will use any point of weakness against them, even if they've done nothing to deserve it. As an example, she'll mock Lavellan over Solas revealing that the vallaslin were originally slave markings and then dumping her even if Lavellan's never so much as said an unkind word to Sera and Sera's approval is maxed out. To put it another way, if your life went to shit and you went to Carver, he'd probably be awkward and uncomfortable about it but he would try to help as best he could. If you went to Sera... odds are good she'd just make fun of you for it. With that in mind saying they're similar in any meaningful way just doesn't feel right.

[hopelessrromantix]

Content: religious themes, choking, degredation, f-slur, internalized homophobia

It was supposed to be a calm day. Nothing but the usual glances at the school freaks and maybe a rude comment from the basketball team.

But of course, Eddie and Jason were at each other’s throats. Again.

Jason had attempted to pick on the younger members of Hellfire, annoying both you and the group’s leader. Naturally, Eddie was furious. It resulted in a lovely marker drawing of a dick on Carver’s locker. Washable, yes, but enough to piss Jason off.

“You want somethin’ Munson?” Jason questioned, glaring at a very smug looking Eddie.

He’d managed to catch the group as they left that day’s session. He’d likely gotten out of basketball practice with the rest of his goons, most of which were trailing behind him.

“Of course not good sir!” Eddie smirked, giving the most sarcastic bow he could manage. You rolled your eyes. You’d much rather diffuse the situation, but Eddie was always one for dramatics.

“Don’t make it worse, Ed.” You crossed your arms over your chest “Just walk away, he won’t follow.”

Eddie hummed softly, as if he was considering your advice. You knew he wouldn’t take it though.

“Didn’t know you freaks had brain cells,” Carver chuckled, the comment clearly directed at you. You raised a brow. He had nerve.

“A lot more than you,” Eddie quipped. “Listen, I’d love to chat about sports or girls or whatever it is you gossip about in the locker rooms, but I actually have plans.”

Eddie Munson did not have plans.

“You aren’t leaving that easy, freaks.” Damn he was testing you today.

Eddie only laughed. “I know what you’re thinking and no, Chrissy isn’t at my place.”

The way Jason’s eyes widened was almost laughable. Fists clenched at his side, he strode forward, grabbing Eddie’s collar. You stepped behind your friend instantly, getting ready to push Jason off. The only reason you didn’t, is because Eddie gave a small wave, gesturing for you to back off.

“You stay the hell away from my girlfriend, you hear me?”

It was almost sad. How scared he was of losing Chrissy to Eddie. All the while spending most nights crying into your mattress.

“Loud and clear, big boy,” Eddie mumbled, patting the hand holding his collar.

You glared down at Jason, eyes boring into him. With one glance up, he dropped Eddie, taking several steps backward. He tried not to show his mild fear, keeping his expression cruel.

“Whatever,” He huffed. “I better not see you anywhere near her or me.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead walking past you with his group. He mumbled something to the rest of his friends before walking a different way.

“Well that was eventful,” Eddie said, sighing. “I’m probably gonna get my ass kicked, but I’m absolutely gonna find some excuse to talk to Chrissy.”

You shook your head fondly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds.” He gave you a half-assed wave, walking toward his van while you went toward your car.

You weren’t very surprised to see Jason sitting on the curb on the other side, out of view from Eddie or his jock friends.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the car and unlocking it. After making sure the parking lot was clear (save for Eddie who was blasting Metallica so loud he was sure to go deaf), he hopped in the passenger seat, sinking down.

Most of the drive was silent, your attention focused on the road ahead of you. Eventually he sat up, his knee bouncing and fingers tapping nervously against the car door.

“You know I--”

“If you’re smart, you’ll shut your mouth.” You said, cutting him off. His mouth opened again, but he quickly thought better of it, going back to looking out the window.

You pulled in your driveway and got out of the car just as silently, whipping open the door to your house and leaving it open for Jason to follow. He did a second later, following you to your room.

No one but you was home, your parents on a week long vacation. Originally you were going to surprise him, let him know he didn’t have to sneak around this week. But now, you were just happy you wouldn’t have to gag him.

“You’ve got some nerve, Carver,” You said, smirking. He looked nervous, dropping his book bag by the door. “Comin’ after Eddie and me like that.”

“Just wanted him to stop messing with Chrissy,” He explained quietly, trying not to make things worse for himself.

“Want him to leave her alone, huh?” You asked, sympathetically. He nodded slowly, not sure where the kind tone came from. “Y’know, I think she’d hate it a lot more if she found out you were getting fucked stupid by those ‘freaks’ you hate so much.”

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was unable to meet your eye, looking from the walls to the floor.

“I just don’t want--”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want, Jason.” Your hand moved quickly, gripping his jaw.

It was tight enough to leave red marks, though you knew he wouldn’t complain. “If you think you can talk however you want to me and get away with it, you’re dead wrong.”

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn’t move with your hand in the way.

He was a sinner, that much he knew. God was surely frowning on his actions, on the way he shivered when you glared at him. But he couldn’t imagine himself stopping.

No matter how loud the voice in the back of his head was, all he wanted was to be good for you.

“Clothes off, on the bed.” You order, finally letting his jaw go. The reddened prints of your fingers stuck around.

“Bu-”

“Did I ask your opinion, bitch?” You watched as Jason shook his head, shedding his letterman jacket and shirt. He took off his jeans soon after, nearly tripping over them with how eager he was to sit on your bed. He was slightly slower taking off his boxers, eyes flicking to watch your expression.

Already twitching and all you did was call him a bitch.

It was always like this. He’d mock your friends then come home with you and get fucking railed. It was some sick fetish for him, not that you were mad about getting to make a pretty boy cry.

He felt sick at how eager he was. His eyes traced your every move, anxiously watching as you stepped closer to the bed. Your hand gripped his chin, much gentler this time. He refrained from leaning into your touch.

Fucking you was one thing. Showing up at your house or begging you to come over to his when his parents were out. Pleading until he got one of Hawkin’s resident freak to fuck him so hard he had to fake an injury in gym the next day.

But loving you? Loving you was something else. Something he couldn’t even consider, not when he was abandoning so many of his morals.

“So pretty like this,” You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. “You wanna suck my cock, pretty boy?”

He nodded fervently. He could feel himself twitch, a bead of precum trailing down his dick. He knew you noticed, you always did. Eyes gleaming as you held back a laugh, knowing you could torture him like this.

He slid off the bed, undoing your belt and pulling your boxers down just enough to free your half-hard length.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything, instead completely throating your cock, shoving it as far back as he could. He could feel you getting harder in his throat, forcing him to gag the longer he went.

“Aw, so eager to get a dick down your throat that you choke yourself, huh?” You smirked, voice dripping with false sympathy. He tried his best to nod, tears gathering in his eyes. “Slut like you probably likes it, though.” He tried and failed to nod again, giving a low moan of agreement.

The vibration made you sigh, placing both hands on either side of his face. “I think I like you better when you’re quiet.”

He didn’t want to admit that he twitched at that, thrusting his hips up into empty air. You took hold of his hair, dragging him up and down your cock. He let out a mix of gags and moans, his face tinted red as he struggled to breath.

A few thrusts later you dragged his head fully down, burying his nose against your pelvis. You let out a sigh, relishing in the feeling of his throat contracting around you.

He looked so pretty like this, tears streamed down his face, gagging around your cock as he pushed against you. Of course, if he wanted to stop he only needed to tap you a few times. But he never did, no matter how long you choked him on your dick. You were almost certain he’d enjoy passing out, as long as you fucked him afterward.

His eyes rolled back, stuck swallowing helplessly as he ran out of air. Eventually you pulled him off, smiling as he coughed, inhaling as fast as he could.

“On the bed,” You ordered, gesturing your head toward the bed. It took him a second to react, eyes too glazed to process your statement. “Now.”

That got his attention. He moved slowly, sitting himself on the sheets anxiously. He was hoping you didn’t notice the cum dripping from his stomach. He knew you would, though. You always did.

The second you took in his full appearance you outright laughed. “Don’t tell me you came just from that?” He looked away from you, shifting slowly on the bed. “You really are a whore, huh?” He barely processed the insult, nodding along in agreement.

You scoffed at the action, putting one hand against his side. You flipped him over, making him gasp at the sudden manhandling. None of the girls he could date would treat him like that. None would want to rail big strong Jason Carver until he cried. But you would. You always did.

And everytime, he felt worse about himself. He knew the town would turn on him the second they knew he was a faggot, much less the one getting fucked. It was odd that way. As if him topping would make it all better. But he didn’t want to top, he’d never even asked to. He enjoyed the way you treated him too much. Like he was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet.

You gripped his neck, leaning down to meet level with his ear. “I’d go nice and slow to prep you, but I know you want it rough.”

And he did. He always did.

You spit roughly on his hole, chuckling at the soft moan he let out. You held your hand in front of his face, gesturing for him to do the same. He did so, listening as you used it to cover your dick.

“Imagine if your little team could see you now,” You laughed, pushing passed the tight ring.

His mouth fell open, head collapsing against the mattress. It probably would’ve hurt more if he hadn’t fingered himself to this exact scenario in the showers after everyone had left.

But he loved the pain, he loved how you laughed behind him, mocking his constant moans and mumbling. He could barely get a word out, the noises a jumbled mess of “please”, “sir”, “stop”, and “more”.

Naturally, if he really wanted to stop, he could. Just one word was all it would take. But no matter how far you went, he never used it. Not once. Not even when you left him tied up in your closest, vibrator shoved half way up his ass while you went to dinner. He probably could’ve gotten out of it if he really tried. But he hadn’t even thought of that.

His head was clouded, barely registering his second orgasm for the night. The only thing that brought him back was the sound of your mocking coo.

“Fucking whore came again so fast?” You didn’t slow your thrusts, speeding up slightly as he attempted to answer you. All that came out was an extended whine, voice breaking with each harsh thrust into him.

“Think I should call your little friends? Party at L/n’s, right? Let them fuck their ring leader ‘til he passes out?”

He shook his head rapidly, barely realizing he was chanting “nonono” on repeat.

“No? Don’t want your friends knowing you get fucked by a freak?” You questioned, giving a harsh slap against his ass, reveling in the whimper he let out.

“Just want you,” He managed to say, the words slurred. “Just want you using me like this.”

You froze for a second, nearly cumming right there. He whined at your lack of movement, thrusting himself backward.

“You reall are a fucking slut,” You punctuated the sentence with a thrust, earning a loud moan. “My slut.”

And that alone was enough to make him cum again.

[munsons-maiden]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

So, this turned into a fix-it fic. But I promise I’ll fix it. I hope reading this story can bring you as much comfort as I found while writing it. This chapter might be the most suspenseful one I’ve ever written, and it contains one of the sweetest, most romantic scenes I’ve ever written. - Love, Kiki 🖤  

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks  to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself  adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with  Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your  world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter  night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when  the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something  wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you  realize that there are two things in this world that might be more  persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story is told  in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (in the later chapters, so you need to be 18+ to read this story!),  angst with a happy ending, attempted assault, bullying, canon-typical violence  

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 10 k (yes I know I said this one’s going to be shorter but...I got carried away)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of attempted assault, Jason Carver, canon-typical gore & violence, blood, bullying, past trauma, murder (Chrissy & Fred), allusions to smut

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | There will be a song in this chapter, so if you want to listen to it while reading, the starting point is indicated with a little star*. The song is I Remember You by Skid Row - I know it was released in ‘89 but it’s always been one of my favorites and it fit the scene so well, so...let’s all pretend it was already released in ‘85.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.  

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

[Tuesday, July 2nd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

At first, there was only darkness.

An ocean of it.

You were adrift, the waves of darkness carrying you, making you float –

But no. This was no wave.

Your eyes fluttered open when you were placed on something hard and cold, and beneath the blur in your vision, your eyes met a pair of blue ones, hard and cold as steel.

“Stay very still,” a hollow voice whispered. And you remembered. Billy, calling you to the supply room of the community pool at the end of your shift to help him carry some cleaning supplies. The hit to the back of your head, the darkness closing in on you as a pair of arms caught your fall.

The second voice, a female one. Hurry. We don’t want to let him wait.

“It’ll be over soon,” Billy Hargrove whispered, his breath stirring your hair.

The world was spinning like a carousel, round and round and round as you tried to move, tried to fight against whatever it was he’d tied around your wrists, your ankles, writhing on the cold concrete beneath you like a fish caught in a net.

A second pair of eyes came into focus, hazel ones.

Heather.

Her gaze was as hollow and flat as Billy’s as she ripped the tape from your lips.

And too late, far too late, you realized where you’d seen this hollowness, this burning abyss of Evil in their gazes, before.

One year ago, in the hazel eyes of a little boy fighting against the demon who’d nestled in his mind, fingers tapping away instructions in morse code to close the gate and end it.

Something stirred in the shadows.

Something wicked.

Something…huge.

And the scream stuck at the back of your throat never ripped into the stale summer-night air before something pressed over your mouth, freezing darkness forcing its way down your throat, into your body, your mind, talons of black smoke hacking away at your mind, deeper and deeper and deeper as you tried to keep it out, to fight it, your mind scrambling and writhing like a field mouse in the claws of a bird of prey –

And the world faded to black once more as a voice made of a chorus of whispers echoed through your mind.

You belong to us now.

 [Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

With the message of Jason and his friends having started hunting for Eddie, you’d refused to leave Eddie alone in the boathouse, but after everything that had happened with poor Max yesterday afternoon, he’d insisted on you joining your friends. And thus, you’d spent the night on the ratty old couch in the Wheeler’s basement, the RT unit cradled to your side in case Eddie needed to call for help.

The few hours of sleep you’d managed to get had been filled with nightmares. Of Jason and his friends finding Eddie. Blood pooling over the rotten floorboards of the boathouse. Fire consuming the tiny old building, the woods, everything, Hawkins and everything you loved devoured by flames.

You’d made Eddie swear not to tell any of the others about what you’d realized, the knowledge that you’d been Vecna’s first victim. Right now, Max needed all of you – and however you’d unconsciously evaded Vecna’s curse, whether it had been Eddie’s mixtape which you still listened to every night or something else – the only thing that counted was that Eddie had found the key to break, or at least pause, the curse.

And while under Vecna’s horrid spell, Max had invaded the monster’s own mind. You’d spent the day planning the further procedure, taking turns in trying to reach the Byers and Mike in California – to no avail. Nancy didn’t let on, but you could tell her already frayed nerves regarding Jonathan and his insistence to spend the spring break in Cali had started to grow into something akin to anger.

All the while Steve hadn’t stopped throwing her glances, which only seemed to evade Nancy’s notice. Even Dustin had started rolling his eyes.

It was late afternoon now when Nancy dropped you and Robin off at the corner of your street.

The police had announced a townhall meeting regarding the murders of Chrissy and Fred, and it made sense for at least one of you to attend to see how far the cops had come on their hunt for Eddie.

You’d volunteered to attend, and Robin had joined you.

The rest of your friends – Steve, Nancy, Lucas, Max and Dustin – would go to Creel House. What for, neither of you knew. It might have been a shot in the dark – but a shot in the dark, as Robin had already stated, was better than not shooting at all considering the stakes.

It had been three days since Chrissy had found her gruesome death, since Eddie had been forced into hiding; two days since Fred Benson’s mutilated, broken body had been found in the middle of the road through the woods to Forest Hills – and one death since Max had barely evaded the same cruel fate. She wouldn’t have, without Eddie’s wit and Lucas’ sharp memory which, you were certain, was rooted in the love he still kept harboring for Max.

“Hey,” Steve said softly as you and Robin climbed out of the Wheeler’s car, “Be careful, okay?”

“You too,” you said darkly. “If anything happens…”

Robin held up the RT unit the two of you would be borrowing from Max for the time being. “We’ll be in contact. Good luck with Vecna.”

When Nancy sped off and the two of you began to walk the remaining steps towards your home, the golden afternoon light of another beautiful spring day casting shadows across the asphalt as the perfume of peonies and roses filled the warm air, Robin finally broke the silence.

“What happened between you and Eddie?”

Her voice was soft, curiosity glittering in her blue eyes as she threw you a sideways glance.

You’d been anticipating this question ever since you’d found Eddie at Reefer Rick’s.

And still, you weren’t ready to answer it. You’d probably never be.

“I mean, yeah, he didn’t cop out when Jason started spreading lies about the two of you,” Robin added when you didn’t reply right away, “He stood up to Jason. Which was, like, super bitchin’. But you can’t tell me that’s all there was to it. I see the way you look at him when you think nobody’s watching. And I see the way he looks at you.”

“He does?”

“Like a puppy who’s been scolded, kicked, and locked outside in the rain. Either that, or it’s just those huge dull doe eyes of his,” Robin teased, giving you a gentle nudge with her shoulder. “But I figured there’s a story. A little bit like whatever’s going on between Nancy and Steve right now.”

“You noticed that, too,” you exclaimed.

“I think whoever didn’t notice by now should get their eyes checked.”

“I don’t think Nancy and Steve noticed, to be honest.”

It was strange yet beautiful to witness, the way Steve still cared for Nancy.

The way Lucas had never stopped loving Max, who – you were certain – still loved him in return.

When you’d walked out of Eddie’s trailer, his life, that freezing November night, you’d known the feelings for him which had taken root in your heart the night he’d saved you in the woods, which had grown and bloomed into a whole garden underneath the sunshine of his gentleness and smiles, the way he’d made you laugh and the way he’d been there, without ever asking anything in return…they would never wilt or die. You’d known that Eddie would always be the one.

Yet still, it scared you, how strong these feelings for him still were. How they’d seemed to grow fiercer these past two days. Eddie Munson had every right and reason to despise you – yet he’d proven that he still cared for you. Maybe it would have been easier, if he’d learned to hate you in the four months which had passed.

“I don’t think he ever stopped loving her,” you said softly.

“He didn’t. He never stopped,” Robin agreed, her voice holding a strange tone as she glanced at you.

“It’s beautiful. To know that even though Evil persists, love will, too.” There was a lump in your throat and a fierce stinging pain in your chest.

“So, will you tell me the story?”

A mirthless huff escaped you. “There’s no story, Robin. We were friends for two months, and then we weren’t.”

I killed whatever it was he’d been feeling for me at the time. And I did it because I was foolish enough to think it could keep him safe.

“Did you sleep with him?”, Robin blurted, and you nearly tripped over your feet.

“Robin!”

“It’s a legit question,” she protested defensively, waving her hand with Max’s RT unit.

“I’d appreciate if you couldn’t yell it across the whole damn neighborhood, though.”

“So, you did?”

“Please, please stop.”

“Just saying, I’m getting vibes between you and Eddie. I’m sensing tension.”

“That’s the imminent death we’re all rushing towards like a speeding truck.”

“Romantic tension,” Robin clarified, adding with a sultry wink, “Sexual tension.”

“WHAT?!”, Dustin’s horrified voice echoed from the RT unit in Robin’s hand, and you let out a horrified gasp.

“Robin! Turn it off!”

“Sorry!”, she exclaimed, fumbling with the button at the device’s side, “So sorry, that was a total accident.”

“Seems like the RT wasn’t the only thing that was turned on,” you could hear Steve’s muffled voice through the static in the background. He sounded decidedly annoyed.

“Oh god,” you groaned, ripping the damn RT unit from Robin’s hand to switch it off as you threw her a death glare. At least she had the sense to wince.

You could only hope that none of the others in the car had heard you and Robin. And that Steve and Dustin had the decency to keep what they’d heard to themselves.

“Sorry.”

“If Eddie heard any of that conversation on his RT, I’m coming for you, Robin,” you announced trough gritted teeth, stabbing the device’s antenna at her, “I’ll smother you in your sleep.”

“Holy shit,” Robin gasped as you reached the driveway to your house, your glare still firmly fixed on your friend.

“Yeah.”

“No,” Robin breathed, all the humor gone from her voice as her eyes widened with shock, and she grabbed your shoulders to turn you around.

To your car, parked at the side of the road in front of the house.

The windshield had been smashed in.

And smeared across the whole driver’s side in deep crimson paint that looked eerily like blood, someone had left a message for you.

SATAN’S SLUT.

A horrified gasp got stuck at the back of your throat as you stepped closer, and your focus caught on the thing dangling from your rearview mirror, your hand trembling as you leaned across the hood to loosen the silken bow-tie with which it was strung up like a macabre present. Nausea churned in your guts as you opened your hand to examine what it was.

Because there in your palm, the thing which had dangled from the rear-view mirror…it was a voodoo doll. It was crudely made, of scraps – but the mess of black wool spilling around its face left no doubt over who it was supposed to be, its black button eyes crisscrossed with angry slashes of red yarn, a familiar red demon’s face like the one on the Hellfire Club’s shirts painted on its chest.

And the thing they’d strung the doll up with, tied around its neck like a hangman’s noose…it was your green silk ribbon. The one Jason had pulled out of your hair the night he’d attacked you in the woods, before Eddie had swept in to save you.

I always thought you looked prettier with your hair down.

The deep, vibrant green had faded in places, the soft silken edges frayed, but you’d have recognized it everywhere. Barb and Nancy had given it to you when you’d joined the cheer squad, as a good luck charm for the first game you were cheering at. You’d always worn it ever since, for every game, until that night.

The night you and Eddie had defied Jason.

Someone had gone back to the clearing to retrieve it, like a sick souvenir.

And scrawled across the shattered windshield in those bright red letters, rivulets of paint having run down the shattered glass and dripped onto the dashboard, was another message.

HUNT THE FREAK.

“Jason,” Robin breathed, but you shook your head.

“No. Jason doesn’t get his hands dirty. That’s the work of his cronies. Andy and Chance and the rest of them.”

Which meant that they knew, or at least suspected, that you knew where Eddie was hiding.

“The message is clear.” Robin sounded as sick as you felt.

“It’s not a message,” you breathed. “It’s a threat.”

Your fingers folded over the little doll in your palm, the soft silk of your hair ribbon, as you turned to face your friend.

“We better get going to be on time for that townhall meeting. And we better make sure that nobody ever follows us out to…to his hiding place. Because if they find him…” You trailed off, bile rising in your throat at the thought of what would happen if Jason and his friends got their hands on Eddie, the memory of the nightmares which had plagued you the whole night, a sickening omen that mustn’t become reality. Eddie’s blood soaking the boathouse’s floorboards. Ravenous flames devouring everything, devouring Eddie; the flames of hatred and fury blazing through Hawkins like a wildfire out of control, out for Eddie’s blood.

Her expression dark, Robin finished your sentence. “They’ll kill him.”

 [Monday, October 28th, 1985. THEN.]

“Okay, what about Day Of The Dead?”, Eddie wanted to know.

The two of you were sitting on the top of the picnic table at the clearing, sharing the sandwiches you’d brought to evade the ‘death trap dressed in cheese’ Eddie used to call the lasagna the cafeteria had started to serve on Mondays. My working theory is that they just keep the leftovers of the week before and then use it to stuff the lasagna, Eddie had concluded at one point a few weeks ago, and you’d agreed with him.

The air was cold, but the sunlight shining through the now naked branches of the trees surrounding the clearing was warm on your face.

It had started with a note you’d slipped into Eddie’s locker. Meet me at the clearing for lunch? He had, and spending the Monday and Wednesday lunchbreaks together at the clearing had become an unspoken agreement between the two of you. Eddie, considerate as ever, had been worried about the location, considering Jason’s attack had happened in this exact spot…but it was where you’d first met Eddie as well, where you’d spent countless lunchbreaks in your freshman and sophomore year with Barb and Nance. So many happy memories clung to this place – and you didn’t want to let Jason ruin it with one horrible one.

The woods had become your safe haven; the grey space in between the black-and-white world of Hawkins High that kept you apart to avoid further bullying.

“Wait, or what about The Shining?”, he added as an afterthought, tearing you from your thoughts.

The two of you had been busy discussing the choice for your next movie night for the past ten minutes. Ever since that first study-Saturday when you’d spent seven hours napping in Eddie’s bed while he was playing the guitar for you, the low-budget horror movie you’d watched, had turned into a second Saturday movie night, and a third one, and finally into another unspoken ritual which had turned Saturday into your favorite day of the week.

It wasn’t exactly about the movie you were watching. Most of the time, you were chatting anyway, or laughing about the impressions Eddie did of whatever character was on screen right then.

Saturday would only be the fifth movie night – but it felt like these evenings had been part of your life since forever.

It felt like Eddie had been part of your life since forever.

You scrunched your nose. “What about Sixteen Candles?”

Eddie groaned. “A romance movie?”

“Well, we’ve watched every horror movie Family Video has to offer.”

“We’ve watched three horror movies,” Eddie deadpanned. “I’m sure your friend Harrington will be able to find some more. Else, he’s not exactly qualified for the job.”

You snickered. “Are you planning to demand to talk to a manager?”

“Nah, I’m not a snitch. I might hire someone to demand to talk to a manager, though,” Eddie grinned mischievously, squinting against the sunlight.

“We need to start later, though, this Saturday,” you said slowly. “It’s a game day. I’ll be cheering until…”, you did the math in your head, “Nine pm. Roughly.”

“Can I ask you something?” It sounded strangely hesitant.

“Sure.” You closed your eyes, angling your face for the sunlight to caress your cheeks as you nodded, waiting for Eddie to go on.

“You barely talk about cheerleading. And every time you do, you sound…not exactly happy. I was wondering…shouldn’t something you do in your free time be more fun?”

“Are you worried about my forced conformity?”, you asked playfully, but when your eyes flew open to meet his gaze, there was curiosity shining in Eddie’s eyes, and underneath, a dim shadow of concern.

It was astounding, how someone who’d only known you only for two months, could read you as well as an open book.

“I’m not going to lie,” you began softly, hands fiddling with the buttons of your coat just to have something to do, “You know, when I joined the cheer squad back in sophomore year, I did it because I thought it’d keep me safe from bullies. I…middle school wasn’t…a good place for me.”

It had been Hell. You fought down the memories, focusing on Eddie’s face as he waited for you to go on.

“I didn’t know that,” Eddie said quietly.

“I never said anything. I was too scared to make it worse.”

“What did they do?”, Eddie asked softly.

Your gaze fixed on a blackbird scouring the dread, fallen leaves on the ground for food, you said, “I guess it wasn’t anything special. They did what all bullies do. Under the lead of Stacy Campbell.”

“Wait…” Eddie began cautiously, “Wasn’t she…?”

“One of the people who died in the fire at Starcourt. Yes.” The blackbird ruffled its wings, sunlight tinting its feathers a beautiful shade of midnight-blue as you took a pause to grasp your next words. “They called me names, smeared bubble gum in my hair, said horrible things, threatened me. Mean notes during class when teachers weren’t looking. Sometimes she would sic some of the bigger guys in our class on me to hit me so I wouldn’t take the same way home as her. She lived in my neighborhood.”

There were other memories fighting themselves to the surface of your memories, like zombies rising from their graves. Stacy’s laugh as she’d shoved you into that supply cabinet, the door falling shut. The blinding pain and the tears as your hand shot out to hold the door open, fingers getting caught between the door and the frame as Stacy had locked it anyway. The darkness, your screams, fist pounding against the wood as you begged for them to let you out.

If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Do you hear me? I’ll kill you.

The friendly face of the old janitor who’d found you in his broom closet three hours later, cowering in the dark, knees hugged to your chest. Sacred and helpless. So utterly fucking powerless.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, fought the zombies back into their graves where they belonged, where they could rot six feet under. “There wasn’t anything special they focused on, really,” you went on, “I guess they picked me because I never fought back. I always thought if I just sat it out, it would…”

“Pass,” Eddie said quietly.

“Yeah.”

“And did it? Pass?”

You threw him a soft glance. “Did it pass for you?”

He thought about that for a moment. “It did, in a way. I mean, I’ve been different ever since I can remember. And at some point in middle school, I realized that the situation wouldn’t change. I was branded a freak, and I was a freak. I am a freak. It was either changing myself to be normal, or to change my attitude. And since I was too stubborn to give up my whole damn self, I opted for the latter. I started wearing the freakiness like a shield in battle.”

“And you still believe you’re not brave,” you smiled.

“That wasn’t bravery. That was just good ol’ stubbornness.”

“Well, I picked number one, in a way. I changed part of myself, if you will.” You scoffed. “The irony of joining the cheer squad to avoid being bullied only to end up being bullied anyway isn’t lost on me, by the way,” you claimed with a mirthless little laugh, before you added, “But I actually fell in love with cheerleading.” You smiled, tilting you head as you watched the blackbird spread its wings and flutter into the air. “There’s just something about the atmosphere, the tension before a game. When everyone is thrilled and exited and ready, and everything can happen. I imagine it’s not so different from D&D, in that regard.”

“Well, I rectify that it’s the players I hate about the basketball sports, and not the game in itself,” Eddie snickered. “Apart from the fact that the thought of spending your time throwing balls through laundry baskets seems damned dreary.”

“Lucas Sinclair is a basketball player.”

“He’s never played a single game,” Eddie stated, “He’s a basketball benchwarmer, to this point. Though Sinclair is different. He’s one of us, not…”

“Not one of them?”

“Yeah. Sounds stupid, saying it out loud.”

“I get what you’re trying to say. But…I’m one of them, too.”

“Are you, though?”, Eddie grinned. “As far as I can tell, you’re hanging out with a freak right now. Maybe that makes you a freak, too.”

“That wouldn’t be bad thing,” you said softly, mirroring Eddie’s grin before averting your gaze again. “I fell in love with the dancing. But since that day in the woods, with Jason…I feel this…rage. Because I don’t want to cheer for him. I don’t want anyone to cheer for him. I want people to see how ugly he is inside, and the fact that none of them ever will see beneath the mask of guys like Jason makes me want to scream and cry and throw up all at the same time. I don’t want to cheer for him, but…”

“But leaving the cheer squad would mean he won.”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “And I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of me giving up something I love. To stay means that I’m still in control. It means I wont back down. And I hope that, whenever he sees me cheering beside Chrissy, who actually has no clue what type of guy her boyfriend is, there might be a tiny part of him afraid because I know who he truly is. If there’s one thing that scares guys like Jason, it’s the prospect of someone actually seeing past the polished, self-righteous façade.”

“There’s no shame in running, though,” Eddie said softly. “You know that, right? I’m not brave. I’m not half as brave as you. I don’t stay when it’s easier to run, and I’m sure as hell not one to fight, but you know that leaving the cheer squad wouldn’t be defeat if it brought you the peace of not having to cheer for that prick.”

You bit your lip, before echoing Eddie’s words, “It’s not bravery. It’s stubbornness. There’s a difference.”

“Wise words,” Eddie drawled. “Where did you hear them?”

You chuckled. “Some dude.”

For a moment, Eddie just looked at you, expression unreadable – before, with a swift motion, he pierced an invisible dagger through his heart, letting himself fall off the picnic table and into the pile of fallen leaves on the ground, your incredulous laughter ringing out over the clearing.

“Some dude!”, Eddie echoed, splaying his limbs on the ground like a starfish, “SOME DUDE!”

“You should have joined the theatre club!”, you exclaimed on a laugh.

“What does a dude have to do to switch the title dude for friend?”, Eddie asked, sitting up, dried leaves falling from his curls all around him as he combed a ringed hand through the strands to shake them out, “Murder? A blood pact? A holy oath?!”

“A holy oath sounds quite fitting to earn that title,” you teased, and Eddie sunk to his knees in front of you, head raised to glance up at you as he placed a hand over his heart. For some reason, the sight made a swarm of butterflies take flight in your belly.

“I solemnly swear – what do I swear?”

“It’s your oath!”, you laughed, “Earn that title, Munson.”

“I swear to follow you into Mordor when the Shire is burning,” Eddie announced, his grin wide and tone solemn.

“I don’t know even know what that means!”

“Because you still didn’t read the goddamn Lord Of The Rings! One day I’ll just read it to you.”

That didn’t sound bad at all. You loved Eddie’s voice. You loved its timbre, the way he used to draw out and drawl random words to give his sentences a lilting melody. You could have listened to him for hours.

Eddie’s expression grew stern again, a sudden fierceness flashing in his dark doe eyes as he said, “This is gonna sound fucking dumb but not once did I ever think that somebody would join the cheerleaders just because they loved dancing.”

“Well, probably because you can’t exactly dance to Heavy Metal,” you taunted playfully.

“Ha! That’s a lie. You can dance to everything.”

“No way. I’m listening to that mixtape every night to fall asleep and there’s not one single tune on it which would even remotely classify as dance-able.”

“Then you’re doing it wrong,” Eddie protested playfully, “Every song is dance-able if you’re committed enough.”

“I’m a cheerleader”, you protested, “I am committed. And I will go down with this: Heavy Metal is not dance-able.”

“Fine. Let’s make a bet,” Eddie drawled, rising back to his feet, “If I prove to you that you can dance perfectly fine to a random Metal song, I get to pick the movie for Saturday. If you’re right, you get to pick the movie.”

“One movie? I want five.”

“Three.”

“Aw, scared I’m gonna win and make you watch all the romantic movies you so fiercely denied me?”

“Um, yes,” Eddie nodded, “Hella scared. Do you we have a deal?”

“It would be the first deal ever since you talked me out of buying your drugs,” you winked, before you added, “Deal. Three movies. Bring it on, Munson.”

“Ah, that victorious little grin will vanish in a second, monster slayer,” Eddie grinned as he pulled his Walkman out of his lunchbox.

Holding up the headphones, he sunk into a theatric little bow as he asked, “May I, fair lady?”

“You may,” you replied with a barely suppressed grin as you hopped down from the tabletop, watching as Eddie stepped closer, gesturing for you to clip the Walkman to your jeans before slowly raising the headphones. His dark eyes rested intently on yours as he left it for you to take them or let him place them for you. You opted for the latter, giving him a smile as you inclined your head in a silent permission.

Gently, his eyes never leaving yours, Eddie placed the headphones over your ears, careful not to tug at your hair in the process, and your heart did a weird little flutter in your chest, sparks erupting beneath your ribs like sparklers on New Year’s Eve at the strange intimacy of the gesture.

Was it the gesture itself, you wondered – or was it simply the fact that it was Eddie who was placing the headphones over your ears, this tenderness in his eyes as he watched you, the way the heel of his right hand briefly, as fleeting as a spring breeze, brushed your cheek?

As if caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing, though, Eddie pulled his hands away, ripping you out of your thoughts, and with heat flaring in your cheeks, you reached down to press play on his Walkman.

The first notes of the song floated through the headphones – the tinkling of a guitar, surprisingly soft for a metal song, and his smile growing playful once more, Eddie held out his hands for you as he asked, “Care to dance, monster slayer?”

*Woke up to the sound of pouring rain The wind would whisper and I'd think of you, a voice began to sing as you placed your hands in Eddie’s – and a jolt of electricity zapped through you at the touch, your heartbeat accelerating as he slowly pulled you a little closer.

Close enough to catch a whiff of his scent on the autumn breeze brushing over the clearing, playing with Eddie’s dark curls, the sunlight painting brushstrokes of light brown into the strands and making patterns of shadows dance over his face.

“And all the tears you cried – they called my name And when you needed me I came through”

Eddie led you into a slow dance, your hands resting in his, heartbeat pounding its own rhythm in your ears alongside the tune floating through the headphones.

It was a beautiful song. It was happy and heartbreaking, cheerful and haunting all at the same time.

Paint a picture of the days gone by When love went blind and you would make me see I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes

Eddie’s eyes were sparkling in the pattern of sunlight falling through the foliage above, making the umber of his irises shimmer in hues of maple syrup when the light hit them, and the flash of his smile as he glanced at you was as radiant as the autumn sun overhead, like sunrays on your heart.

So that I knew that you were there for me Time after time you were there for me

A soft giggle escaped you as, with the bravado of a dancer in a Victorian ballroom, Eddie led you into a twirl.

Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand Love letters in the sands - I remember you

“You tricked me!”, you exclaimed on a soft laugh, “That’s not Heavy Metal!”

“It’s Skid Row. It’s definitely Metal,” Eddie grinned, before he started to sing along – how he did it, you had no clue since you were the one wearing the headphones.

“And through the sleepless nights, through every endless day,” his dark voice drawled, running over your senses like syrup, so beautifully dark as he hummed along, “I wanna hear you say, "I remember you."”

“How are you doing this?”, you marveled, and for a moment, Eddie actually looked confused.

“Do what?”

“Sing along, perfectly in tune. You don’t even hear the song.”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I know it by heart. I hear it in my mind.”

We've had our share of hard times But that's the price we paid

He gently led you into another twirl, this one a little bolder – and you briefly lost your footing, stumbling against Eddie’s chest when you came out of the twirl, his free hand shooting out to grasp your elbow in an attempt to steady you as you laughed.

“Sorry!”, he said softly – and something in his eyes changed at the sudden closeness, a shift you could feel resonating within your own chest.

And through it all we kept the promise that we made I swear you'll never be lonely

For a heartbeat, you watched each other, closer than ever before, one of your hands resting in Eddie’s and his other still gently clasping your elbow, that strange new expression in his dark eyes as they briefly, for a moment so fleeting that you thought you’d imagined it, flitted down to your lips.

Through the sleepless nights, through every endless day I wanna hear you say, "I remember you."

There was a pull, like a tug towards him, two magnets drawn to each other as you leaned closer, closer towards Eddie, following this strange gravity, closer until the tip of his nose was nearly brushing yours and the faintest whiff of his scent of leather and cigarettes and chocolate caressed your senses alongside the autumn breeze on your cheeks, your heart stopping and time freezing like that moment on a roller coaster, when the cart had reached the highest point and you were waiting for the drop, the thrill tickling your stomach and your heart racing as Eddie leaned closer –

Something hit him in the face, making him stumble a step back and letting go of you as he started laughing, brushing the maple leaf away that the autumn wind had blown against his cheek.

And with your heart stumbling and your mind spinning like a carousel on a Carnival, you joined in the laughter, realizing only now that the next song had already started playing.

And that you’d completely forgotten the time.

It was a curious thing, how time warped whenever you were with Eddie; slowing down and speeding up all at the same time when you wanted nothing but to freeze it, to put the seconds into polaroids so you’d never forget a single one of them.

“Oh god, we need to go back,” you exclaimed as you took off the headphones, extending the Walkman for Eddie, whose cheeks held a dusting of pink – but that might as well have simply been a trick of the sunlight filtering through the crimson leaves above – as he took the device.

“I gotta wait a few minutes longer,” Eddie winced, “Drug deal.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “So…see you Saturday.”

“See you Saturday,” he echoed, looking as flustered as you felt. You’d already turned to dart away as Eddie’s triumphant shout rang out from behind, “By the way, I won! I get to pick the next three movies!”

“That wasn’t real heavy metal!”, you laughed.

But your mind wasn’t on the movies. It was replaying that moment in your mind, over and over again. Of Eddie, his lips mere inches from yours. His eyes, flitting down to your lips for the glimpse of a second.

Of what might have happened between the two of you, had it not been for that single maple leaf carried by the wind.

And the realization that you wanted nothing more than turn back the time for a few minutes, catch that leaf, crumple it in your hands…and kiss him.

[Tuesday, July 2nd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

You woke on the ground of the old steel mill, beneath the light of the summer night’s stars twinkling down through the cracked, dirt-caked overhead lights. Heather and Billy were gone, leaving you alone.

But no. You weren’t alone.

It talked to you.

The voice in your mind that wasn’t one but millions whispered to you. Horrible things. Commands.

You rolled to your side, hands splayed on the dirty concrete, eyes fixed on the weeds sprouting from the cracks on the ground as nature reclaimed the corpse of the abandoned steel mill, pushing yourself up –

Even in the pale light of the stars, you could see them. Veins, an abysmal black like that thing in your head, creeping over the back of your hands, spreading up your arms, up, up, up. Over your body, writhing underneath your skin.

And finally, the scream which had been locked at the back of your throat ripped free.

But you knew what came next.

You knew what it had made Will Byers do.

And you needed to make sure to stay away; far, far way, where you couldn’t harm your friends.

You didn’t have much time to lock your body up, before the Mind Flayer could do the same with your mind.

Before it would make you dance on its strings.

 [Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

When you and Robin reached the townhall, the sun was already sinking below the horizon, painting brushstrokes of deep crimson across the heavens. It looked like the sky was on fire. It looked like the sky was bleeding.

Through the broken windshield of your car, you could see that the parking lot was already packed, the last few people climbing up the stairs towards the entrance as you parked the car at the side of the road.

There had been no time to scrub off the paint.

It didn’t matter, anyway. You didn’t care anymore what anyone would think about you. If they wanted to think you were in league with the devil, you wouldn’t change their minds. All you cared about was to keep Eddie safe until you’d all found a way to clear his name.

And if not…you didn’t want to think about it.

About the blood and the flames in your dream which felt like an omen rather than a nightmare now.

The sense of doom in your chest intensified with the chorus of angry voices rising through the closed wooden double doors of the assembly room when Robin and you marched through the foyer.

The assembly had already started. Crowded as it was, the room was even more claustrophobic, with its low ceiling and pale artificial lights even more glum than when you’d been here last time, three years ago. When Will and Barb had gone missing.

Nobody paid the two of you any heed as you snuck through the doors and took two of the few still vacant seats in the last row at the back of the crowded, stuffy room just as Chief Powell declared from his place on the podium, “…to impose a curfew of eight pm, effective as of now.”

An angry murmur travelled through the assembled crowd.

“Hide from him?”

“A curfew?!”

Letting your gaze roam over the rows, your gaze briefly locked on the throng of Jason and his basketball friends occupying one of the front rows, their green letterman jackets sticking out of the crowd. For the first time, Jason’s presence actually made you feel overpowering relief – because if he and his cronies were here, they hadn’t found Eddie yet.

“We’re already hiding!”

“Why haven’t you caught him yet? Out children are in danger!”, an angry female voice rose from the front row under nods of assent, and on the podium, Powell and Callahan threw each other a worried glance.

“We are doing everything in our power to find him,” Chief Powell tried to soothe.

“This town has turned into a goddamn tinderbox,” Robin whispered.

She was right. These people were scared. They wanted an easy explanation, because easy explanations bore easy solutions which would bring back normality. They wouldn’t be calmed by rational arguments, because they didn’t care about rationality. They wanted this nightmare to be over.

Hawkins had turned into a powder keg.

A single spark…and everything would go up in flames.

The chorus of angry murmurs and in-between-shouts rose as Chief Powell added, “In the meantime, as we said – the curfew will be enforced for your own safety until we get a hold of Eddie Munson –“

“We want that psycho freak gone!”, someone in the crowd hissed.

“We should say something,” you breathed, but Robin’s hand shot out to keep you in your seat as she hissed, “And what? They won’t listen. They’re not interested in the truth.”

“I can’t keep sitting here, letting them say all these things – “

You cut yourself off at a flash of green in the front, and your heart plummeted to the floor as Jason Carver rose from his seat.

“No. We have waited long enough,” Jason exclaimed, his voice laced with barely contained rage.

No. No, no –

“Fuck,” you heard Robin mutter under her breath.

“Jason,” Chief Powell began, “Why don’t we talk about this in private –“

“Why? So you can keep me quiet? So you can keep the truth from coming out? I don’t want to listen to any more lies and excuses!”

“That’s enough.”

“I agree, that’s enough!”, Jason called out, and agreeing shouts rose in the crowd. “I think we’ve all had enough!”

And the assembly hall erupted in applause as Jason strode towards the microphone in front of the podium while your blood froze in your veins with fear, with rage, with hatred.

“These murders,” Jason began, “These murders weren’t simply murders. They’re ritualistic sacrifices.” He paused, his steely eyes scanning the crowd as he let his words sink in, fuel to the fire of their fear. “Have you not wondered about all the strange things happening in our midst? The deaths, the fire at the mall? Have you never asked yourself whether this town is cursed? It is. It is cursed. There is evil in our midst. Evil growing in our beautiful town.”

With a meaningful pause, Jason pulled something out of the back pocket of his jeans, the rustle of paper carried through the room by the microphone clutched in his hands as he unfolded it, before he held up the printout.

Even from the back of the room, you recognized the picture.

It was the yearbook photo of the Hellfire Club.

As if on cue, Jason’s friends rose from their seats, stacks of more printouts in their hands and stern expressions on their faces that barely concealed the self-righteous gleam in their eyes as they started distributing them.

“They call themselves the Hellfire Club,” Jason announced, his own expression a mix of graveness and something else, something you couldn’t quite decipher from your spot. “And their leader, the puppet master behind all of these things…it’s Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson killed Chrissy. And he killed Fred. And if we don’t stop him, he’ll kill again!”

“That’s bullshit!” Erica Sinclair shouted, jumping up from her chair, her mother already reaching out to pull her down again, “Hellfire isn’t a cult! It’s a club for nerds!”

“A club! That’s what they want you to think – but it’s a lie!”, Jason shouted. “A lie to conceal the truth! This club – they’re protecting Eddie, allowing him to continue his rampage.”

The stack of printouts had reached you and Robin, the black letters WANTED scrawled across the top with black sharpie glaring back at you from across the photo.

Of Eddie, his grin frozen in black-and-white, still radiant in the achromatic blur of the printout as his hands formed devil’s horns over his head to match the demon’s grimace on his Hellfire shirt.

Jason’s voice calmed, the shout morphing into a slow, strained tone as he said, “Last night…I became overwhelmed with a sense of hopelessness. But then, I remembered. I remembered Romans 12:21: Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”

The silence which had fallen over the room, sinking in the air as all eyes were fixed on Jason, all the attention zoning in on his words, was even more sickening than the words, the lies, he was spinning.

Lies, you realized, which Jason had started to believe himself.

“Eddie Munson,” he said slowly, his eyes roaming the enraptured crowd, drawing out the words to make them sink deep, “Is a monster. And monsters need to be defeated. They need to be slain!”

You waited for Chief Powell to intervene, to stop Jason, stop him from building his lynch mob, but the assembled officers just watched, confused and rattled and powerless.

And something inside of you, something buried deep in your heart ever since that night in the woods, ever since Jason had pulled that green silk ribbon out of your hair and forced his lips on yours, his hands beneath your skirt before Eddie had ripped him away from you…it snapped.

In this daze of blinding, white-hot fury, your feet carried you to the front of the room, approaching slowly, your chin raised and eyes levelled at him with defiance, rage overpowering that sickening feeling you felt in your chest whenever your eyes locked with Jason’s because this time, you wouldn’t let him get away with his lies.

Not this time. Not today.

And for a split second as his eyes met yours, there was a spark of something in Jason’s steel-blue ones, flashing beneath the self-righteous fury.

Fear.

“Lies?” you echoed his words, and the room fell quiet at the dangerous calmness in your raised tone, the ice in your demeanor as you came to stand in front of Jason. “Lies, to conceal the truth? That sounds awfully familiar, Jason.”

The ice in your veins had turned to fire blazing through your veins, scalding flames filling you when you turned to face the crowd.

And you finally dared to raise your voice.

Not for you, but for Eddie. For the gentle, kind-hearted, dorky young man with the beautiful doe eyes and the sunshine smiles. The person who, with his kindness and his heart of gold, his quirky humor and gentleness, had caught you when you’d been teetering on the edge of an abyss you’d never have been able to climb out of on your own. For Eddie, who’d jumped on that damn cafeteria table to face Jason for you when you hadn’t found the courage to do so yourself.

For Eddie, the boy who’d left his handprint on your heart and his kiss on your lips, the boy you still loved more than anything else.

“Do you want to know the truth about our golden boy Jason Carver?”, you spoke up, and your gaze met Robin’s. Erica’s. Karen Wheeler’s. They would believe you. Three people in this room, at least, would believe you. You swallowed. “Last year, on a night in September, Jason Carver followed me out into the woods after a basketball game. He attacked me. And he would have hurt me, hadn’t it been for Eddie Munson.”

Whispers rose as you let your words sink in, the gravity of them, before you went on, “I know you are angry. I know you are scared, terrified. But what’s happening in this town – it’s not Eddie. Eddie Munson is not a monster. He’s innocent.”

“That boy is good for nothing!”, someone shouted.

“He’s selling drugs! Hard drugs!”

“Yeah?” That was Erica, jumping to her feet again before Mrs. Sinclair could grab her, hands curled to fists at her sides. “How do you know Eddie’s been selling these drugs, Mr. Fletcher?”

There were a few snickers as Mrs. Sinclair managed to pull Erica back down to her chair again.

Before you could go on, Jason was at your side, the microphone in one hand, the other settling on your shoulder before you shook it off, shied away from his touch as he said, his tone dripping with this horrid, false compassion that made your stomach twist, “I didn’t want to do this. But I see that my silence has done nothing but harm. That maybe, if I had spoken up about what Eddie Munson has done, even before he lured poor Chrissy to his home to kill her…I could have prevented it. But Chrissy is not the first girl falling victim to his evil. Last year…it is true. I followed her into the woods,” Jason gestured at you, pausing, before he said, “It was after one of our games. She looked terrible. She was scared, she looked sick. Terrified of something, when she ran into the darkness. I wanted to make sure she was okay, that she was safe alone out there. You all know the story. You all know what happened next.”

A few of the other students in the crowd nodded their heads, leering grins, disgusted smirks, dirty stares leveling at you like arrows as some of them started to snicker.

This couldn’t be happening.

Your gaze met Robin’s, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief at the scene, both of you frozen in your places as Jason went on, “That is why I followed her. And I caught her with that freak.”

Disgusted whispers floated through the air, giggles and snickers.

“It was a…compromising position. And Eddie Munson…he snapped. He punched me, and he threatened to sacrifice me to Satan.”

“He’s lying!”, you called out, rallying all your willpower to keep the despair from your voice, the tears from your eyes, steel yourself. But you could tell people didn’t care. You could tell they wouldn’t believe you, just like you’d thought. Like you’d known, even back in September.

The last sliver of hope you’d been clinging to was snuffed out as, with a tremble in his voice, Jason exclaimed, “He has twisted her mind with the sick things he was making her do with him. Unspeakable things. Just like he did with poor, sweet, innocent Chrissy.”

“Don’t you see that he’s lying?! Eddie never harmed me! Eddie never laid a hand on anyone! It was Jason –“

“Why didn’t you go to the police station to report the alleged crime you say Jason wanted to commit?”, Chief Powell asked quietly.

“Would you have believed me?”, you spat. “It was Jason Carver’s word against mine. Who would you have believed, Chief? Hawkins’ golden boy and basketball star – or a cheerleader and a freak?”

“I believe you!”, Erica hollered, rising back to her feet with fire in her eyes, as Robin rose from her own seat. “And I!”

Ignoring their shouts, drowned out by the rising noise in the room, Jason turned to face you.

“I am sorry,” he said, voice booming through his microphone, and for a confused moment, you thought he was confessing what he’d done, what he’d tried to do – but the plea in his voice didn’t reach his eyes.

They were hard and frozen like shards of glass, glinting with hatred as you refused to avert your gaze, refused to back down and give in to the nausea, the sickening memories of his lips pressed against yours to silence your screams for help, his hands on your body, his weight pinning you in place.

But there were other memories rising to combat them.

Of Eddie, his lips brushing yours in a kiss so gentle and sweet, his fingertips caressing your skin, the tenderness and warmth shining in his eyes as he looked at you, watched you to make sure you were okay; his umber eyes so warm and soft, so different from the sharp ice of Jason’s.

“I’m sorry,” Jason repeated, “I might have been able to help you. I might have been able to help Chrissy, had I known back then.”

And when his words filled the air, you finally realized what it was, glittering in his eyes.

Madness.

Because in the twisted narrative Jason had built for himself, he was the hero. He was the chosen one to slay the monster and save Hawkins.

And he’d started to believe his own lies.

Bile rose in your throat, acidic and bitter as Jason whirled around to face the crowd once more.

“And I say: We’ve waited long enough! If the police can’t do it, we can. Together. Rid our beautiful town of Evil. And hunt the monster hiding in our midst!”

There was a beat of silence. A silence so all-encompassing that you could have heard a pin drop at the back of the room.

A second ticked by, two, three.

And the room erupted in rage-filled cheers.

 [Wednesday, July 3rd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

You screamed. You thrashed. No matter the agony of these talons of black mist hacking away at you caused, dissecting your thoughts, your very essence, piercing your mind like the needles of a lepidopterologist the fragile wings of a butterfly.

Fight. You needed to fight.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry for help and scream with this blinding anguish of the thing which had taken home in your head, poisoning your thoughts, guiding your muscles.

Cowering at the floor of the Community pool’s supply room, hiding away from the scalding light of the sun, locked and muted in your own mind, there was nobody who would have heard your screams, even if the Mind Flayer had allowed for them to escape.

But your strength, the thing which had kept you fighting the shadow in your mind through the whole night, was fading, dying like the flame of a candle in a storm, a last remaining spark clinging to its wick as the monster scoured your memories.

The worst of them.

One by one, examining them like the tapes in a video store.

And finally, it found one.

 [Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

Frozen in place, you watched them leave. The families of Hawkins, the neighbors and strangers alike had turned into an angry mob, out for blood, guided by Jason’s madness, his elaborate words like the tune of the Pied Piper’s flute luring an army of rats. Another hivemind.

They weren’t interested in the truth.

They were interested in vengeance, in someone to blame, a scapegoat to slaughter to create the illusion that Evil had been defeated by Good.

They wanted the killer to be Eddie. Because he was different. Because he was a freak.

It was as simple as that.

There, elbowing her way against the stream of people filing out of the townhall in the middle of the assembly, was Robin, your friend’s blue eyes a tether to keep the overpowering panic clawing at you at bay for now.

“You faced him,” Robin whispered as she reached you, pulling you into an embrace.

“We don’t have time for that,” you breathed. “We need to get to Eddie before they do. We need to bring him out of this Hellhole town, and we need to do it now. You need to get the others, Robin. Grab the RT, and alert the others. Do you hear me?”

“What about you?”

“I’ll go to the boathouse. I’ll tell him what happened and we’ll all meet up there, okay?”

I need to see him. I need to go to him.

Robin understood. You could see it in her stern expression as she pulled away from the hug.

“I’ll meet you there.” She squeezed your hand. “We’ll get him out of this mess. It’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay.”

You both knew it was a lie.

 [Wednesday, July 3rd, 1985. BEFORE STARCOURT.]

You couldn’t remember how she got here.

How you got here.

But you knew the girl writhing on the ground, struggling against the jump ropes binding her wrists and ankles. The duct tape over her mouth was muting her cries for help as you watched her try to struggle free of her restraints, the wheat blond color of her hair dulled by the dirt on the old steel mill’s floor, sticky with the blood running from a cut on her temple.

There was a vague memory, blurred by freezing black smoke. Of a fist, veins writhing beneath the skin like creepers, landing a punch.

And finally, the girl’s head whipped around. Her panicked, bloodshot eyes met yours, recognition flashing in her gaze beneath the tears rushing down her cheeks.

“Do you remember me?”, you asked quietly.

Of course she did.

How could she not? She’d worked so hard to make these three years of middle school living Hell for you.

“Because I remember you, Stacy,” you said.

Every little cruelty.

Every hissed word.

Every pinch and bruise and scratch you’d hidden from the teachers, home, because if they found out… If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Do you hear me? I’ll kill you.

The thing poisoning your mind made sure you did remember.

The freezing talons in your mind dug deeper, replaying the memories, over and over again like a broken slide show. Every second of pain and shame and humiliation and fear.

All the ways this girl on the ground had terrorized you, had terrorized others.

You tried to fight the memories, fight the thing freezing your muscles in place, commanding your limbs, sending agony through your veins – but it was stronger. So, so much stronger. And you were so incredibly tired of fighting.

You’d only wanted her to stop.

To leave you alone. Leave you be.

The shadow showed it to you again, locking you up in the memory just like she had locked you up in the dark.

Your screams as the door to the supply closet was slammed shut. The sound of the lock snapping drowned out by your sobs as you pleaded them to let you out, the gleeful laughter of Stacy and her friends, the pain in your hand because your fingers had gotten caught in the doorframe as you’d tried to stop them.

The powerlessness.

The fear you’d felt that day, in these hours, and the all-consuming rage afterwards.

That very same rage blazing through you right now, a wildfire that couldn’t be contained any longer, unleashed by this ancient evil thing in your head.

“This is what you wanted”, the chorus of voices that was one whispered.

Purred.

No. No, no, no. That’s not what I wanted. That’s not what I am.

“I made you a gift.”

I didn’t want to do it. You made me do it. You made me do it –

The shadow in your mind made you kneel next to her, made your eyes hold hers, take in the tears on her face as it guided your fingers to rip away the duct tape, releasing her whimpered pleas into the stale air.

I’m sorry, you wanted to tell her.

“Liar”, the shadow whispered.

I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to do any of this.

“I see your heart, little liar. I see everything you’re hiding from the world. From yourself. We are alike. We are so much more alike than you think.”

Something moved in the darkness, the space the pale moonlight seeping through the cracked window pane didn’t reach.

Moved towards the spot where it made you kneel beside Stacy.

“Hold very still,” it commanded with your voice. “It will be over soon.”

The thing in the shadows stalked closer.

And it made you watch as it got Stacy, her screams of terror muted as the black smoke forced itself into her mind.

And deep down, beneath your terror…you knew the Mind Flayer was right.

There, in the crevices, in the deepest, darkest corners of your heart…was a part that felt a glimmer of satisfaction when the monster got her. Locked her up in the dark, muted and helpless and sobbing, just as she’d done with you.

Broke her mind like she’d broken a tiny part of yourself that day.

And this part, this tiny little piece feeling glee as it watched…that belonged to you, not the monster. All you.

Even if the Mind Flayer left, even if your friends would be able to save you…there was a part of you, deep down, that was just as rotten and horrid as this evil thing. And that part…it could never be burned out of you.

And that was the most horrifying thing of it all.

 [Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

You counted the seconds ticking by, bleeding into minutes, simply to have something to do as you cowered in the bathroom stall, waiting for the angry crowd to file out of the building and the parking lot to make sure nobody would follow you to the boathouse.

Blood was rushing in your ears, adrenaline accelerating your heartbeat to a painful wild thumping as you battled the nausea in your guts, the flood of images your racing mind was conjuring – one more gruesome than the next, all the horrible possibilities of what would happen if they ever found Eddie.

If Jason found Eddie.

When the last voices and footsteps in the foyer beyond the bathroom door had faded, and the eerie silence of a graveyard had settled over the place, you dared to let out a trembling exhale and pushed yourself to your feet.

It felt like sleepwalking.

Out of the bathroom, through the townhall’s foyer, into the twilight of the parking lot, illuminated by the last dying rays of sunlight and the orange glow of the street light which had flared to life.

There weren’t many cars left in the dimply lit space, but as you were about to dart around a lonely parked Range Rover, voices were cutting through the early night.

Familiar voices.

Jason’s voice.

“…list of all places where he could possibly be hiding.”

You hunched down behind the car’s driver’s side, huddling against the cool metal as you squeezed your eyes shut to combat the fresh wave of panic as, above the roar of blood in your ears, you listened.

“What are we gonna do when we found him?” That was Patrick McKinney.

“Talk to him,” another voice, Chase or Andy or one of Jason’s other henchmen crooned. “We just want to know what he did to Chrissy.”

You didn’t need to see their faces – you could feel their self-righteousness, the malicious smirks on their lips. The thrill of the hunt sparking in their eyes, like a pack of wolves chasing a deer.

“Got a lot of stuff with you to ask the freak a few questions,” one of them quipped, and snickers rose into the night, lacing with the all-too-familiar clattering sounds of iron and wood.

Gathering all your courage, you straightened a little, just enough to throw a glimpse across the range rover’s hood to where Jason and his mates had gathered around Jason’s own car, the trunk wide open to reveal an assortment of baseball bats and crowbars that made bile rise in your throat as you sunk back down, hands splayed on the asphalt to tether you as one of them said, “Can I see that list?”

“Not much on it yet. Why, you got something to share with the group?”, Jason questioned.

There was a beat of silence before the second voice said, “I think he’s hiding at Reefer Rick’s.”

Your heart froze in your chest.

No.

No, no, no, no –

“Reefer Rick’s?”, Jason inquired.

“2121 Holland Road. He’s Eddie’s supplier. He’s in jail but some of the old drunks always hanging around the lake insist he’s back home and now my parents are totally freaking out.”

“So, we’ll add it to the list?”

“No,” Jason said slowly. There was grim determination in his voice. “We’re heading there right now. Let’s go and hunt ourselves a freak.”

Their hoots and cheers at Jason’s words rose into the darkness, like the chanting of a crowd during a game of basketball.

They would kill him. They would kill Eddie.

You wouldn’t let that happen.

Eddie was still at the boathouse, not knowing that Jason had found him, waiting because you’d told him you’d come to him with new food supplies after the townhall meeting so when he would hear the car, he wouldn’t run. He’d open that fucking door and let Jason in because he’d think it was you.

You needed to warn Eddie, let them know they’d found him – but realization sunk in that there was no way because…you’d handed Robin your RT.

Your car. You needed to get to your car. To somehow make your way past Jason and his cheering friends without them noticing, to somehow get to the boathouse before they did, with their bats and crowbars and the violence in their twisted minds and the hatred they’d been harboring for Eddie and people like him long before anything had happened to Chrissy.

Panic dazing your mind, adrenaline barreling through your blood, you scooted backwards, away from the range rover and the voices as your mind was racing with despair, trying to find a way past.

Breath bated, you tiptoed backwards, step after careful step – and bumped into something.

Someone.

Whirling around, you came face to face with Andy Warren. Jason’s right hand.

The smile he gave you beneath the shadow his baseball cap threw across his face was wicked as his hands gripped your arms, ripping you up to your feet.

No.

No –

You struggled, writhed in his grip, but Andy was stronger, his fingers digging into your skin as he dragged you out of your hiding place and towards the others, towards Jason.

“Jason,” Andy called out with a drawl, and Jason’s head whipped around, cold eyes gleaming as they locked on yours.

“Look what the tide brought in. Looks like we caught the freak’s little slut.”

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | So, in the next chapter, you’ll finally learn what happened that November Night. I can’t wait for you to read it. I’m impossibly sad that this has turned into a fix-it fic, but as I promised: I’ll fix it. There will be a lot more bonus chapters after this one, and I’ve plotted the ending of this story in a way that allows for me to rewrite Season 5 as a possible sequel. My hopes are still up that Eddie might return, but if he doesn’t...I’ll just write him into it. In the meantime, thank you for reading, and I hope this story can give you some comfort, lovelies. Stay tuned for Chapter 7 - it’ll contain 3k words of pure smut and I think you’re gonna love the angst. Happy ending guaranteed, of course ♡

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩  𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ♡

[fhrlclln]

hey, I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, I'd like to request a eddie x reader :) reader is best friends with chrissy, but still shy & in the background. i'd love some intense & oblivious mutual pining between eddie&y/n & friends to lovers. Chrissy knows about y/ns feelings bc it's really obvious, tries to include eddie to kinda make them spend time together, y/n is jealous bc she thinks eddie is only interested in chrissy, so maybe some friendshipangst but happy end <3

eddie munson x shy!fem! reader + mutual pinning

hellloooo anon !! my requests are open just for untitled small-ish (actually lengthy) imagines & blurbs!! not the oneshots (those are usually up to 5k words)

i do hope you like this !! <3

kinda suggestive in the ending ;>

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it was kind of awkward at first.

you’ve always been the quiet and reserved type of girl. shy in most parts when it comes to social interactions, you’ve always stayed inside of your comfort zone, still afraid to come out. nothing was wrong with that! it’s just that sometimes— you wish you were more than this quiet best friend of chrissy cunningham’s. yes, chrissy the head of the cheer team. chrissy the kind and sweet girl of hawkin’s high. chrissy was an amazing best friend, she was the only person who could understand your comfort of silence, being understanding and never judging why you were like this. it’s just you.

and here you are, school ending, linked arm to arm with her as she talks side to side with eddie munson. eddie munson, the supposed ‘freak’ of hawkins high. the devil worshipper, the drug dealer— the dnd club leader and dungeon master— stated by dustin. eddie’s a sweet guy since the first you’ve met him in class. he’s a class clown, likes to goof around the teacher’s back, intimidates maybe some few students with his style, fucks around with jason carver and sometimes causes a havoc inside of the cafeteria. he’s funny, good-looking, kind and—

you like him. yes, you have a crush on him since day one. the day since he had absently helped you clean up the classroom after hours. you two spoke, only for a bit, but you got hooked since the moment he made you laugh. and that was it— he probably doesn’t remember that moment but that set the course of your secret crush on him. which is a crucial secret you’ve harbored today— or so.

“it’ll be cool! this’ the one time to get you girls a peek of what i actually do for fun than sell shit here.” he shrugs, walking backwards as chrissy rolls her eyes at him. you only let a small smile on, seeing the interaction between them. “and i swear to you, chris’. gareth rocks the drums, no kiddin’, total badass.”

“you want us? me and y/n to go to your gig inside of a bar, eddie? do you know how’ll that look like?” she laughs as eddie shrugs, completely unaware how that’ll look. two girls inside of a bar, full of drunk men. to say, it was very surprising the queen of hawkins high had befriended the boy, unexpected it to you as well.

“i don’t know. well, makes our five person crowd turn into seven, which is better—“

“and haven’t you thought of the creeps and drunks in there for us?” she raises a brow as eddie scoffs at that. looking smug.

“please! if you’re worried about jackasses getting up on ‘ya, you have four men on guard and that includes me.” he gestures to himself proudly as chrissy sighs.

“c’mon, chris’! loosen up a little, get drunk while we play and it’ll be the best night of your lives!” eddie roared, earning a few snickers and glares from the students passing by. he didn’t care about that as you watched him dearly, whilst chrissy was shaking her head. admiring his smirk and eagerness for you two— well, maybe just for chrissy, to come.

“eddie. as much as i like to go to your gig tonight. i just don’t think—“

“oh, c’mon. we’ve hanging out since— since, you’ve been pulling me to your hang outs. isn’t it my time to ask you to hang-out?” eddie hummed as he walked along side now. putting his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. you stared ahead, letting them talk with one another. a little sting in your heart that you wished eddie would have that same energy to you. mostly he’d just acknowledge you were there beside chrissy, they were close as you can tell. you didn’t know if it was you or not— but certainly you knew he’s got eyes for your best friend. isn’t everyone?

as hurtful as it is to your feelings for him, you just bottled it up knowing none will happen otherwise. eddie was kind to you, that was most important, and you were fine being the extra in the little tension between chrissy and him. you just wished you were more outgoing to match his personality— but fate was like this. you’d accept it, not wanting to hope for more— hope for him to look at you like he looks at chrissy. you could feel the bitter taste in your tongue as you swallowed up the heartbreak inside of you. you just wished you were… more. 

“earth to y/n? hello?” a pair of fingers snapping in front of you made you jump a bit seeing eddie beside you with a grin. your heart thumped as you tried to remain calm, a heavy whiff of his earthy fresh cologne engulfed your nose alongside the scent of cigarettes and hint of weed, you guessed. god, he smelled good—

“y-yes?” you stammered, looking up to meet his eyes. you swore you felt mushy seeing those doe brown eyed orbs stare at you with a glint behind them. eddie seem to pause a bit as he smiled at you sweetly.

“do you wanna come tonight?” he asked, tone low and soft this time than a while ago. “my gig— tonight. since your bestie don’t wanna— but it’s fine if you don’t want to—“

“i’d love to.” you answered quickly, blushing afterwards hearing yourself too excited. “i-i mean, yes.” way to go. you sighed to yourself, feeling a little embarrassed.

“that’s cool. yeah, fucking cool.” eddie bit his lip as he turned to chrissy with a smirk now. chrissy had a huge smile on her face as she stared at you, seeing you all shy and timid around him than usual. she rolled her eyes at eddie as you watch them quarrel again.

“are you sure, angel?” she asked you, pushing eddie’s shoulder when he was about to cut her off.

“she’s sure, chris’!”

“i’m sure.” you nodded, feeling a little bashful that he’s beside you. the warmth of him driving you crazy. you could feel him lean forward, his chest brushing against your back as he stuck his middle finger to chrissy, gesturing to his win. you swore you’d turn into a puddle how close he is. chrissy seemed to grin at the two of you, opting to dismiss the thought in her head as she focused on the annoying metalhead.

“fine! you won this time, munson. we’ll go.” chrissy shoved his hand away as eddie pumped his fists up in the air. you giggled, snuggling beside chrissy as she sighed at him.

“i’ll pick you up later?” she offered and you nodded. unlinking your arms, knowing you have to go back home to find an suitable outfit.

“i’ll call you.” you affirmed as you hugged her goodbye. chrissy kissed your cheek as you turned to eddie. oblivious knowing your best friend was watching the way you curled your fingers, knowing you were nervous. she smirked at that.

“i’ll see you later, sweets.” he winked as you nodded, waving him goodbye, feeling your stomach flutter as you walked away.

eddie watched you with longing eyes, your quiet and timidness as cute factor he so adored, remembering the moment chrissy introduced you to him. chrissy eyed him with suspicion now, oh, it was very obvious— so stupidly obvious how the two of you were pinning for each other. just that she knew something was blocking the two of you from confessing and it was hurting her head! you and eddie looked perfect for each other— and she was going to make it her mission to get you two going on for tonight.

“i say watch the way you look at my best friend, munson.” she teases as eddie blushes, eyes widening as he scoffs, feeling embarrassed he’s been caught or so.

“what the fuck do you mean?” he dumbly scratches his head, acting oblivious as chrissy taps her foot, rolling her eyes at him. idiot.

“nothing.” she walks away, leaving eddie to ponder what the hell did she mean by that. chrissy grins to herself, knowing well what to do now.

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“they’re gonna start!” chrissy says, sitting right next to you inside of the hideout. the bar was somewhat decent, it was for drunks— that you knew seeing it was crowded, but decent enough that you two got a seat closer to the stage. the dim lights shined before them seeing the logo of the drum-set came into life. corroded coffin was written on it, proud and very rock looking as you waited for them to finish setting up. you were excited, so excited seeing him perform. one of your daydreams come into life.

“whatdya’ think about eddie performing?” chrissy smiled widely as you shrugged.

“he’s…” you didn’t know what to say as eddie turned to the microphone, a wide grin and a new aura coming from him. you were stars trucked, he greeted the crowd first, some had cheered on and others were intrigued. the main kicker for your beating heart was the moment he shredded his guitar after gareth’s counting, you swore you’d faint on the spot. chrissy cheered on as you stared at him in awe, seeing him look so in his place, a glimpse of what more you can see in eddie.

and it made your heart burst happily.

the crowd cheered to the next three songs they did. all covers from their favorite bands— eddie sang them all, sweat beading his forehead, his shirt clinging to him tightly as he gripped the microphone, his gestures lit up the room as you watched him. smiling widely, as his gaze tore to where you and chrissy were seated. you froze on the spot, not knowing where his eyes stayed if it were yours or to chrissy. you didn’t know really. his eyes seemed to hold something, unspoken, but loud enough for you to know it was something. it was you, was it? was it—

no.

your mind shouted, you looked to the side to see your best friend smiling widely as ever. you looked back to eddie as he no longer stared to where you two were seated. no, he did not look at you. your mind screamed again. you were just here— because chrissy agreed to be here. you were just here. your heart started to melt, you could feel the awful vile lump in your throat seize to make you cry with your own thoughts. eddie doesn’t like you— he doesn’t. you’re just chrissy’s best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be in his eyes. you gulped, noticing as eddie said goodnight to the crowd. they cheered, clapped while you forced yourself to straighten your posture now. how stupid you are to be heartbroken for a man who doesn’t even know you— or know your love for him.

so stupid.

“that was so cool!” chrissy squealed as eddie exited the stage. the other members went straight to your table. chrissy stood up giving each an hug, how smitten they are to be in the presence of her, looking all giddy that the queen of hawkins high had watch their gig. you sat there, quietly, fiddling with your hands, knowing no one would acknowledge you— since they don’t even know you. it was typical, and you were used to it by now.

“sooo…” chrissy started, sitting back as the others told her they would be by the bar. “what did you think of eddie right now?” she wriggled her brows.

you blinked, not sure where this is going. “he’s…w-well, more eddie?”

“angel.”

“ok, he looks cool.” you offered, glancing behind her shoulder to see eddie laughing along with his band mates while he drank a cold beer. his mullet a little haggard from his head banging a while ago. you pursed your lip, admiring him from afar.

“really now? just cool?” she teases.

“i-i don’t know—“

“you find him cute, huh?” she pinches your cheek as you swatted her hand away with a pout, shaking your head.

“oh, c’mon. we’ve been friends for years, angel. i know—“ you quickly pinch her lips, afraid someone might hear that assumption. it was already embarrassing as it is that you were lying to her.

“chris’, please!” you scolded, your pout growing. cute.

“ok, ok, ok. i’m just joking.” she defends, a plan in her mind erupting as she pulls you up to stand up. you look at her confused as she grins, gesturing to the bar. “we have to greet eddie! you’re the one who wanted to see him perform.” she reminded you.

“w-wha— ok, fine.” you sighed as chrissy turned back to capture eddie staring at the two of you. eyes staring at the oblivious you. she grinned again, pulling you towards him, a vacant seat in the middle, a luck for her mini-plan to succeed.

“hey, chris’!” eddie greeted, hugging her as chrissy patted his back.

“you look so cool, munson! not bad.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. thanks.” he smirked as he turned to you. you temporarily froze for a moment as chrissy urged you to sit beside him while she stood between the two of you. a little irritated she was seeing you two hinder down. like idiots in love! she huffed as she broke the longing silence.

“y/n thought you looked cute today.”

“c-chris’!”

“cute? really? that’s a first. i’m flattered, sweets.” eddie laughed as you averted his gaze. a blush arose to your cheeks, it felt warm as you glowed underneath the dim lights. eddie watched in silence seeing you look around the room, your expression still a bit flushed, you looked too cute when you’re so shy. god, his stomach was feeling funny today.

chrissy couldn’t take it anymore! she grabbed eddie’s arm to pull him away somewhere. eddie was taken by surprise, disappointed he was pulled away from his gawking. she knew you wouldn’t admit your obvious crush you have on the man— though, eddie on the other hand, she knew he would at least have the balls to ask you out if she tells him. he was pretty obvious too.

“the hell was that, chris’?” he sighed, crossing his arms. you watch in distance seeing your best friend and eddie talking with each other at a far distance. you sighed, the vile feeling of jealousy in your gut erupting again.

“i am done with you two. i’m sick of it!” chrissy declares. eddie shoots a puzzled look as chrissy pinched her nose. “if you like her eddie, then ask her out!”

“wait— that’s n-not… i don’t have—“ he blushes, glancing back to you for a moment.

“cut the bullshit please. sometimes, as a certified wingman, i get tired seeing you two hiding it when it’s so painfully obvious.” she sighs as eddie’s eyes widened. you two? hiding it?

“us two? let me get this straight, chris’. i think i’m the only one who’s been hiding it.” he declares, you would never go for him! and he applauds chrissy for being so observant that she knew he’s got a little crushie on you. it always seemed like you didn’t want to talk to him from time to time— averting his gazes, quiet and short conversations, always avoiding him. he was sure you were just swallowing it up to be friends with him because of chrissy. “and i don’t think she’ll ever go for me if you think that—“

you watch in silence seeing those two talk. you sighed to yourself, alone by the bar, fiddling with the napkins now. you felt yourself slowly feel tired at this— wanting to go home and cry. you stood up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up a little, planning afterwards to say your goodbyes to chrissy and the others. the night already tiring you. you need to a grip of yourself. and you couldn’t hold back your disappointment as tears slipped from your eyes, quickly shutting the door behind you.

“it’s true, eddie! i swear!” chrissy argues as eddie shakes his head. no, there was no way you liked him! no way! chrissy might be just fucking with him.

“don’t bullshit me—“

“i am so not, munson! if you think she doesn’t like you, well, i’m reminding you she’s gets too shy around you. i know her.”

“how the fuck am i supposed to believe you?”

“if you go after her then you might as well ask her, herself.” chrissy crosses her arms as eddie snickers.

“this is too— too unbelievable. i don’t want my hopes up.” he mumbles, feeling a little insecure. no one wanted him— he was the freak! a drug dealer and an outcast. he lives in a trailer park and is still repeating his senior year. you deserved someone so much better than him.

“i am not putting your hopes up, eds. when it comes to y/n and you— i very much like to see you two together.” she confesses, offering a comforting smile. eddie licks his lips, the taste of beer and the sweet memory of you gawking at him while he’s on stage pressuring him to go back and talk to you.

“i mean it, munson.”

“yeah. i know. thank you.” he smiles, sighing to himself. for being an idiot for holding himself back.

“go. i’m sure she’s waiting.” chrissy urged as gareth came passing by.

“your friend’s been in the bathroom for a shit long time by the way.” gareth points to the restroom as chrissy looks at eddie worried.

“go!” chrissy urges, knowing that place would be private enough for both of you. eddie nods, walking hastily to there as gareth looks at the situation confused beside chrissy.

“what was that?” gareth sips his beer as chrissy sweetly smiles at him.

“getting your best friend his first girlfriend.” she grins as gareth spits his beer out of shock.

“sweets?” your head shots up from the sink as you heard the door knocking, you shut the faucet off as you wiped your stray tears away. it was pathetic, you dressed up for him— thinking something will happen. you bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. it was embarrassing to face him when you just cried for him.

“y/n? sweets? can i— this will sound weird— can i come in?” he coughs, your eyes widened, he sounded desperate which made you worry. eventually you unlocked the door as eddie came stumbling with an apology as he shuts the door quickly. leaning back against it as the yellow fluorescent light shined at the two of you.

“u-uh, is there something wrong?” you asked, fiddling with your hands again, feeling nervous. eddie stares at you, seeing the dried up tears stain your cheeks. have you been crying? his sense of protectiveness bursted as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears off as his brows furrowed.

“someone made you upset? was it a old geezer or a drunk?” he asked, catching you by surprise as you quickly shook your head. what was happening?

“i’m fine, eddie. it’s j-just me.” you meekly confessed, averting his gaze yet eddie stood closer, staring at you with seriousness.

“you?”

“yeah… it’s kinda stupid.” you laughed quietly as eddie grinned. still cupping your cheeks as you blushed at his touch. warm and calloused, it felt oddly tingly as you squirmed in his hold.

“don’t like you seeing you upset.” he mumbles, looking back and forth to your lips. “i’ve been meaning to tell you— something… chrissy just gave me the reality-hit of a lifetime.” he confesses, detaching his hands from your cheeks as he turned to sit on the toilet seat as you waited for him. are they together? your mind wandered as your heart clenched.

“yeah?”

“i—“ he stutters, grasping your hands now to his. pulling you close as you stood between his legs. feeling a little cramped in this restroom. your heart stammered as butterflies filled your stomach.

“i was going to ask you out. on— on a date. i like you, y/n. chrissy told me you liked me, and i-i was wondering—“

“w-wait!” you stammered, he stopped in his words, dread filling his stomach. was it not true?

“y-yeah? shit, sorry— i should’ve…” eddie rambled on as you processed the words coming out of his mouth. chrissy told him? told him that you liked him? you were shocked, you kept this secret for the longest and chrissy knew this whole time? you wondered back when eddie started hanging out with you two. did that start there? nevertheless, you were shocked. shocked at how sneaky she knew!

“and it’s fine if you don’t like me— i get the feeling chris’ thought otherwise and i-i’m sorry—“

“eddie.” you breathed out his name, he stopped, feeling like a spell was cast on him when you uttered his name like a aphrodisiac. he felt his spine tingle as he shut up quickly. you lean down, seeing his pupils turn black at how close the two of you are. you were tired of having to hold back now— so tired of waiting as eddie’s heart thumped loudly.

“y-yeah?” he whispers as you put your hands to rest on his shoulders. he was so desperate, seeing your lips part as he felt the alcohol in his veins make him extra horny.

“i like you too…” you confessed, eddie shuddered at that, relieved. so relieved that he surged up to capture your lips to his. you gasped, his tongue went in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bending down as he hold on to your hips. you moaned, the sweet daydream coming to life. you were kissing him! finally kissing him! and he liked you! his tongue circled yours, sloppy and desperate it is as his hands squeezed your side. both feeling so drunk and high in the chemicals in your bodies. like as if he had smoked something— that was ten times better. it was all you. your scent, your touch, your lips— everything of you was a drug to him.

he had to thank chrissy later.

you broke away first, exhaling air as you confessed again. “i thought you had a thing for chrissy. b-but me?” you blushed as eddie grinned, pulling you to his lap as you sat comfortably. eddie swore he’d have a heart attack now.

“baby, chrissy’s like a sister to me.” he laughed, cringing at the thought of him and your best friend together.

“but same thing, sweets. thought you didn’t like me that much.” he laughed as you giggled. “but you were just shy, huh? shy for me, baby?” he said confidently, kissing your neck. you whined, his warmth overwhelming as you giggled at how ticklish you are there.

“i’ve liked you for the longest, eds.” you caressed his hair as he hummed, hugging you tight. “just d-din’t know how to say it.”

“should’ve kissed you sooner.” he mumbled capturing your lips again as you caressed his rosy cheeks. he felt himself melt on you as you teased him. he felt so mushy underneath you as you breathed out his name. this wasn’t happening was it? it’s all his dream? kissing you in a bar restroom that kinda smelled like shit? totally romantic. things got hotter as you whined against his lips. feeling a little frisky as eddie smirked, grinding up as you gasped at the hard feeling.

you blushed, knowing what was underneath you. the feeling too overwhelming as you hugged him tighter, knowing hell what he was doing when his hands descended down to your ass making eddie smirk, feeling so smug now. he grasped it confidently as you scolded him, blushing furiously. your shyness seeping back.

“e-eddie, we can’t!”

“i’m making up the lost time, sweetheart. keep that mouth quiet for me, hm?”

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say, thank you, chrissy!

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Roger to her Jessica.

❤

Hey, Jadey! So heres my Eddie Munson x Female!Reader one shot request for you! Reader is the new girl at Hawkins High & shes super hot, like Victoria's Secret Super Model hot! Naturally all of the popular guys (aka Steve, Billy, & Jason) at Hawkins are trying to get her to go out with them, but she's very much not interested in them.

Because none of them are her Type... Until she sees Eddie 'The Freak' Munson; turns out she into the 'Rockstar' thing...

Also, because Munson looks like a younger Eddie Van Halen, she's instantly zeroing in on him. Basically Reader is Jessica Rabbit & Eddie Munson is her Roger Rabbit!

Requested by @m00nlight101

Warnings; slightly suggestive, fluff, the reader is smitten with Eddie and vice versa.

The guys in Hawkins were all the same. Being the new girl in a small town she was immediately the star attraction.

They took one look at her and suddenly she was the most sought out girl in town.

Even before school started officially she was approached by guys.

Billy Hargrove was the first to ask her on a date but she had heard enough shit about him to immediately shut him down.

He was hot but she wasn't getting involved with him, he had graduated Hawkins High and worked as a lifeguard in the community pool, he was also a hit with her mother's friends, clearly loving the older women and according to his sister Max a violent bully.

She was definitely steering clear of that one.

Steve Harrington was the next one to approach her and try to get a date. Now he was very handsome but still not her type.

Plus she was sure he was still making eyes at the girl Nancy Wheeler so she didn't want to get involved in that.

They met at Family Video when she was picking some movies for her Saturday movie night, Nancy was there too and while he was making eyes at y/n he was also pining after Nancy.

So he was a pass too.

Then finally when school started Jason Carver set his sights on her before she even sat down for her first class.

The guy was arrogant, cocky and a douche, he loved himself a little too much and those cringy inspirational speeches he did made her want to vomit.

The kicker though was that he already had a girlfriend. What a sleazeball. She wasn't stealing some girl's man.

"You know I'm the most popular guy in school right?". He leans into her and she raises an eyebrow moving away from him invading her personal space.

"Yeah, that's cool and all but I really don't give a shit about popularity. Also, you're not my type and I know you have a girlfriend so you hitting on me is gross".

He looked furious but she ignores him and carries on with her work wondering if she would meet anyone who was her type.

Jason pipes up again.

"You seriously expect me to believe you care I have a girlfriend?". Anger burns in her gut. She's fed up with men assuming things about her because she looks a certain way.

"Yes, I do very much care. Congratulations you're officially the worst guy I've met here".

Jason looks affronted and she turns away from him still pissed.

At lunch, she walks into the cafeteria and Chrissy and a few other cheerleaders call her over to sit.

She scans the crowd at lunch and her heart flutters as she spots the most gorgeous guy she's ever seen.

The curly brown hair, the leather jacket and the denim vest combo? She's smitten. He looks like Eddie Van Halen. There are major similarities.

Now this guy? This guy was her type.

What's Hellfire about she wonders as she stares at his t-shirt. The other boys sitting with him are wearing it too.

Stacy one of the cheerleaders she's sitting with snorts as she follows her gaze.

"That's the freak's table, they play this game called Dungeons and dragons or some shit. Eddie Munson the leader, the one sitting at the head of the table is the biggest freak of all, stay well clear".

Bitch. She thinks in her head and turns back to him. Noticing the guitar picks and chains too she sighs.

Oh yeah, Eddie Munson, you are fucking hot, ignoring Stacey's laughter she gets up and walks over to him. The group of guys he's with gawk at her as she approaches the table.

"Hi, I'm y/n and you Eddie Munson are exactly the type of man I've been looking for". He quirks an eyebrow and smirks.

"Yeah? Why's that princess? Move". He orders one of the guys next to him and he pulls out the empty seat for her.

"Such a gentleman". She coos and smiles at seeing him up close. His eyes are beautiful, big and a gorgeous shade of brown and those dimples when he smiled? Swoon. Surely he was aware of how hot he was?

"Well, I have all these boys wanting to date me and they are cute yes but not my type, you, however, are the sexiest man I've ever seen darling and I very much want you all to myself". She bats her eyes at him and his widen.

"Jesus H Christ, I'm dreaming right?". He whispers to the others and they gawk at her.

She's distracted by the tattoos on his arm, the visible one peeking out of his Hellfire top and waves of desire crash over her.

Lord help her this man was perfect.

"Are you free tonight handsome?". He shakes his head looking disappointed.

"I have practice with my band tonight but you're welcome to come, princess?".

Perfect.

"I'd love to, she murmurs, you play the guitar I presume?". He nods and she's delighted.

"Will you teach me how to play Eddie? I'd just love to see how talented those fingers are". Lust flickers in his eyes and she just realised how it could be taken and feels flustered.

"I'd love to show you just how talented I am sweetheart". The bell rings and she huffs disappointed and stands up.

She leans down and kisses his cheek, resting her hand on his shoulder. Her Scarlett red lipstick leaves an imprint of her lips on his cheek.

"Until later". She winks at him and is well aware of how his eyes trail down her body as she gets up.

Loving his attention she walks out of the cafeteria slowly making sure he savours every inch of her.

When she looks back at him his eyes are burning with need.

Don't worry darling she thinks and blows him a kiss. I'll drive you wild later...

[sailorwritesstuff]

hihi! can I request lucas with a s/o that's a cheerleader?

Stop this would be ADORABLE.

I think it's pretty clear that you guys met because you're now running in the same circle

Usually cheerleaders and basketball players sit together but it's MANDATORY on game days so the very first game day of the year you end up awkwardly stuff to the side with the other freshman popular table.

Lucas is a little bit late and ends up sitting next to you and the two of you accidentally bump heads when you try and help him catch some papers falling out of his open binder.

"I'm SO sorry."

"no. No it's ok."

"I'm so sorry oh my God...I'm. I'm Lucas."

After that the two of you sit together during mandatory game days it's a way for you to keep entertained without having to talk to the older douchebags.

He tells you about his friends and Max

In return you listen and tell him about yours

For a little bit he was still hung up on Max she was his first love and things ended very abruptly

But one day after your respective sports practice you were leaving around the same time and Lucas offered talking despite it being spring it was still a little cold out and your cheerjacket didn't protect much from that so Lucas offers you his letterman.

And something about the way that you won't if it draped over your shoulder as you thanked him shyly made his heart dance

When you got home that day you offered it back and he told you you can keep it.

"bring it back tomorrow."

"you don't have the game tomorrow I won't see you at lunch"

"I know... it gives me a reason to come find you."

"I'll see you tomorrow Sinclair."

And you DID bring it to school tomorrow. Received a great deal of teasing from your friends about wearing the "bench warmer's" jacket.

You don't get together officially into Lucas gets a little bit of closure with Max right before vecna.

He invites Max his friends to his game. And when he didn't see any of them there as he stepped onto the court he saw you stand up with excitement to see him better.

He heard you cheer louder than any other cheer leader when he scored.

He felt you tackle him in a hug and scream his name as soon as his feet hit the ground after being practically carried out the gym.

"LUCAS. OH MY GOD. YOU SCORED!"

"I scored..."

"I'm so proud of you!"

He just hugs you tighter before pulling away to look at your face "Will you go on a date with me?"

"yes! Of course."

-Blurb bonus-

"no. your problem is your knee keeps locking up at the wrong moments and your steps are messy Clara." The hushed whispers of the cheer captain, Eden was harsh as she scolded you squad member to your right. Leaving you to stare off towards the basket ball team to your left in hopes that she'd overlook you and leave you be. "It's not our fault as bases. That's your fault as the flyer. All you have to do is follow Chrissy's movements."

You slowly lift a carrot from your lunch and chew as quietly as possible. Watch Jason Carver pull Chrissy into his lap and smile like he was the happiest man alive. 'how sweet.'

"I have no problem finding a new flyer to replace you. Get. Your. Shit. Toge- OH!" Your captain yelps and your head snaps over to your other side.

"I am so sorry-" a tall awkward boy stood behind her frozen in fear. You hadn't seen what happened but Eden's face was bright red and her hands where holding her skirt in the back.

"You Pervert!" She smacks his chest and the boy clutches onto stacks of books and paper, ready to fall. "Go. Get."

The boy opens his mouth to apologize again but quickly walked away coming closer by the second. You cross your fingers under the table praying he'd find another empty seat besides the one beside you.

Unfortunately, he sat next to you several papers floating to the ground and on the table. "Sorry. Sorry-"

"it's no problem." You mumble. He began straightening his papers. You watch in curiosity as he placed them delicately in front of him. "You missed one"

You lean down to pick up the last of the papers by your foot at the same time he reached and the two of you accidentally collide.

"I'm so sorry-"

"no no it's ok- ow" You frown and wince leaning away from him "Today is not your day."

"no...it's not. I'm so sorry I'm Lucas."

"y/n."

"are you ok? Your head, I mean."

"you've got a pretty hard head, Lucas." You tease hoping it get this stranger to stop worrying. He smiles gently and your stomach does a soft spin. '...Lucas... what a nice name.'

[royalty-unknown]

Jealousy, Jealousy!

Requested by: @Pillowcolorsstuff

Hello could you do another one of mommy!chrissy and daddy!eddie where they are at school at lunchtime and mommy!chrissy and the little one are sitting together with their friends and jason is with the little reader on his lap playing like her because he found out about her age regression only eddie doesn't like jason and he and the boys from club hellfire are staring at them until eddie gets up and goes to grab jason's little arm (the other one you made is perfect as always thank you so much <3).

Thank you! I really love when I get feedback it makes my heart flutter every time <3 Thank you for your constant request! <3

WARNINGS!!: Mentions of blood, A knife, and jealousy. 

Eddie was fuming on the inside and smiling on the outside but Chrissy could see right through that. He watched HIS little one giggling with Jason Carver, She was sitting on his lap playing with his hair and giggling when he would make a funny face when you would gently pull it something that you and Eddie did. And the others from the hellfire club could see him upset so they stared him down sending him death glares when he looked up sending shivers down his spine. Eddie had nothing against Jason, he just didn’t like her around him, And when he started tickling her he lost it and got up. 

“Hey hey! Eddie!” Was heard from Dustin but he ignored it and carried on walking up to Jason only to pick you up, you gasping in surprise. For him to put you on his side glaring at him. “Eddie, please be nice, they were just playing!” Chrissy said “No.” Eddie said walking away with you laying your head on his shoulder and sucking your thumb “Dada wha wronwgs?” you asked with a soft voice “Nothing kitten daddy’s okay” he said sitting down and waiting for the day to be over. And after all his classes he was walking in the hallway and stopped when he seen you crying and chrissy yelling at jason  while on the floor holding your badly bleeding hand with a crowd around them, Eddie squeezing past he seen his little one’s hand bleeding with a stuffie that had a tag on it that was covered in blood with little dent in it and jason with a knife in hand a and Eddie put two and two together. 

He didn’t mean too “Hey baby” Eddie said Which stopped her yelling as she sighed “He didn’t mean to, he gave her a new stuffie and tried to cut the tag off and accidentally cut her because he Didn’t Take The Bear From Her First” He said raising his voice slightly and chrissy calmed down and said thank you but still threatened him that if her little get hurt around him again and she whispered the rest in his ear his eyes widening and him stuttering out a ‘y-yes m-ma’am’ leaving everyone confused. 

Now they were at home cuddling and y/n’s hand was wrapped and she was sleeping with her paci as Eddie stroked her hair and chrissy patted her back. As Chrissy went to sleep as well Eddie said “I love you my girls. Always and Forever.” He said turning the lights off and laying down going to dream land himself. 

<3 

Word Count: 680

Hi my Little doves! Please let me know about your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner. Again thank you so much for this request hopefully it met what you were looking for if not please please let me know! I’m glad that everyone was good in this! This request was very fun to write and I do hope to receive more from you and others and I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope you're drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day!  Until the next one my fellow Victims~

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      ☢Killer Bunny☢

[allexthakatt]

Dance of Death

Okay, so I've been (like everyone else) absolutely in LOVE with Mr. Eddie Munson! And I just needed to join the fanfic party.

Also yes I know Dance of Death came out in 2008 but for this fic let's just pretend it came out in 1983 with Peace of Mind, okay?

Anyone that knows me, knows that my all time favorite band is Iron Maiden. And a certain song popped in my head while thinking of storylines. I hope this is adequate, it's very late 😅

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x FEM! HISPANIC! Reader!

WARNINGS: A mention of racism, but nothing explicit. Jason, because he needs a warning 🙄. Bullies are ew.

CONTENT: ANGST, Seemingly unrequited love, Dustin being the very bestest friend ever! Ending in fluff!

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There was something about him. Something that made her lose all brain function to act normally. There isn't a thing he could do wrong in her eyes. Edward Munson. The name alone made her blush. How could she not? There's just something about him...

Could it be his messy long hair? His rock and roll style? His sense of humor? His love and care for his friends? The was he defends her so easily and so often? Who knows, actually.

She'd hadn't known him that long. The beginning of her second senior year (not meeting requirements to graduate the first time), his third. Right off the bat she wasnt accepted in most friend groups. Her coming from a whole other state, well away from the tiny secluded town that is Hawkins, Indiana. Not to mention she's one of the only Hispanic people in the high school in general. It also didn't help that she dressed all in black all the time. No one really cared enough to look her way, outright avoiding her to some extent. She's the new kid on the block, she understood that much. Why no one bothered to befriend her was a whole new experience.

Her pervious town was just outside Juarez, Mexico. Her whole neighborhood was so welcoming, never letting her feel left out of the festivities that went on in school. Here? In Hawkins? It felt like she was ghost. A ghost no one liked or wanted around. A certain Jason Carver particularly wasn't fond of her. Him and his petty group of friends would go out of their way to make her day worse. Shouting names, "accidentally" bumping into her in the hallways, going as far to spill his drink on her occasionally. She still keeps a change of clothes in her locker just in case.

She had been on her own those first two months. Hating every minute of it, wishing she could just go back home. It had been a particularly rough day with Jason when two freshmen had seen enough. Jason and his bully buddies had just pushed her to ground, kicking her backpack before laughing and walking away. She'd been humiliated, defeated, just wanting to cry in the bathroom. The two young boys bent down to help her pick up her things, introducing themselves as Dustin and Mike. The boys were her first friends. Sure, they were younger, but they'd been the only ones to show her kindness so far.

It had been a week after that they'd introduce her to the Hellfire Club. Jeff and Gareth welcomed her right away, interested in her culture and language. Lucas didn't mind her really, being a little preoccupied trying to get on the good side of the basketball team. Eddie, however, was absolutely smitten. She was everything he'd want in a woman. Someone he related to in many ways. She didn't live with her parents, her grandma taking her in after a falling out between the family. She loved rock, she played the drums, and was so. fucking. funny. Why hadn't he noticed her before?

Now, all those months later, they were all good friends. She finally felt like she found her people. Her little family in this swarm of assholes that flooded the school. Sure, Jason and his stupid gang still messed with her. But nothing could truly brings her down if Hellfire could pick her back up.

Senior prom was coming up, and although she didn't have a date, she was secretly hoping Eddie would ask her. The one person she'd put up with prom for. She'd do anything for him, honestly. There was a million reasons not to go to prom, but if Eddie was going? That was the one reason to go.

Her hope was dwindling, however. She'd noticed earlier that day a miss Chrissy Cunningham slip a note in Eddie's locker. That was out of the ordinary, considering she was a part of Jason's little clique. She was nice, Y/n guessed. Never joining her past boyfriend in the harassment toward her but never putting a stop to it either. Eddie had mentioned once or twice that he used to have a liking for Chrissy, but that was in middle school. Y/n was hoping the little note was for anything but prom.

Lunch came, and everyone was sitting at their claimed table. Everyone except for Eddie. Something Jeff caught on to first. "Where the hell is Eddie? Lunch is halfway done." To that everyone looked around. "Maybe he had a deal going on today." Jareth added in. "Doubt it. It's the middle of the school day, he wouldn't take the risk." Jeff and Gareth continued going back and forth, Y/n getting too lost in her head to keep up with what they were saying. He's never late for lunch. Where could he be?

"Speak of the devil. It's about damn time, man. We need to plan for tonight!" Dustin spotted him walking up to the table. There was something about him that was different. She'd never seen that smile before, a light flush on his face along with it. He shrugged off Dustins complaint. "We'll get to the planning in a minute, Henderson. I got big news right now!" Everyone at full attention, egging him to tell the big news.

"I'm going to prom!" Y/n's jaw dropped a little. Going to prom? With who? "Really? Who's the lucky lady, huh? Who?!" Mike was eager to find out who, just as she was. "Chrissy fucking Cunningham. She just asked me like 10 minutes ago!"

She was happy for him, really she was. But in that moment she couldn't smile. She couldn't congratulate him, applaud him, nothing. She felt... Broken. Falling, falling so fast; plummeting to the cold, hard ground and no one could catch her. The only person who noticed her fall is Dustin. He'd been the only one she told about her not-so-little crush on Eddie.

Dustin looked at her with a sympathized expression. Knowing full well she wasn't okay with this. She turned to him, too. Waving her hand with a notion that she's okay. Even though they both know she very much wasn't.

"Damn! That's awesome, man. Congratulations, didn't know you had it in you to pull something like that." The boys were proud of him. Of course they were, it's Chrissy fucking Cunningham. Little miss perfect of Hawkins High. The head cheerleader, straight A's, a slim body, nice personality. Everything that Y/n was not. Nothing made her self confidence shoot down faster than this.

No wonder he'd never ask her to prom. She didn't have anything he wanted. Chrissy did.

She kept her head down. Not having enough emotional energy to keep up a conversation. Just wanting to go home. Perhaps she'll just go home after lunch.

Wait. But then she'd have to just come back anyway for Hellfire tonight. A very important campaign to not only Eddie, but the rest of the boys too. Not to mention Dustin's lecture he'd give her about skipping it. She'd never hear the end of it.

The boys never stopped talking about Eddie "The Freak" Munson going to prom with Chrissy Cunningham. Not really having the heart to hear anymore of this, she stands up to throw her food away. She barely ate. "I'm gonna head to the library, kay? I have some catching up to do on Mr. Kellins paper." Without another word, she makes a bee line to the door.

"Mr. Kellins has a paper due?" Jeff not really getting the hint that she just wanted to leave. Dustin opted to follow her, knowing she'll probably want to vent. He looked up to her, like the big sister he never had. He was protective, odd as it is. To be protective of someone 4 years older than you. She wasn't blood, but he considered her family nonetheless.

Eddie noticed her change in behavior as well. He saw the rush she was in to leave, and Dustin's departure after her. Figuring Dustin would tell him later, he turns back to Jareth, who's bragging how he also got a prom date.

-

"Y/n? Are you okay?" She was in the back of the library, sitting on the floor with a random book in her hand. A book she probably grabbed just to have a reason to be here. "Honestly, Dust? Not really." Her legs are shaking slightly, trying her very hardest not to cry. What's her problem? Its not like she and Eddie are dating, he can go to prom with whoever the fuck he wants.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. He's an idiot for taking Chrissy and not you. A huge one." He tries his best to make her smile, but to no avail. "See that's the thing, Dust. He hasn't seen me. He probably just thinks of me as his sister or some shit. I'm nothing more than one of the boys. That's all I'll ever be." He could hear the heartache in her voice the tears she's kept in for so long. She'd let slip a couple months ago that all the boys she ever liked never liked her back. She called herself 'not traditionally pretty.' He assumed she meant like she wasn't like the pretty girls that got all the dates. Her skin was darker, her body was fuller, her hair was crazier. Boys never looked her way, it had been chipping away at her self esteem for years, Eddie was just the icing on the cake.

Dustin sits next to her, his back leaning on the bookshelf behind them. "Y/n, like I said. He's an idiot. He needs shit spelled out her him to even get it through his head. I know he likes you. Not like one of the guys, either. He really likes you. I know it." Y/n wants to believe him. But there was a voice in the back of her head. If that was true, why was he going with Chrissy and not her?

"Are you going to prom?" Dustin asks. She shakes her head. "What, and see them dancing all close together? Seeing them be like a couple? No fucking thank you. I'm gonna stay home. I wanna practice a new song." Figuring changing the subject to something she loved to do, he asks "What new song?" She perks up a bit and the question. "It's not really new, but Iron Maiden has a song called Dance of Death. I've been wanting to try it out for some time now. What better time than now?" They continue chatting for a bit more until the bell rings, signalling lunch was over and to head to class. Before they went their separate ways, Y/n game Dustin a hug. "Thank you. For checking up on me. I really appreciate it." Dustin hugs her back, "of course, Y/n. You're like a sister to me. I'm not just gonna leave you to cry in the library all alone." She laughs a bit at this, giving him one last squeeze. "I'll see you later, Dust."

-

It was right after school. Dustin, Mike, and Eddie were preparing for Hellfire. "So, you wanna tell me what was wrong with Y/n earlier?" Eddie started up the conversation. He'd tried to track her down after class, but to no avail.

"No." It was fast and a little bit venomous. Dustin was furious as him. How could he not be?! Eddie was tossing aside treasure to get with a nickel. He had no idea the pain he'd been causing Y/n. Even if he did, would he care?

Eddie looks up from the table. "What? Why not?" Mikes listening intently from the side, trying not to intervene. "Because it's her privacy. She's going through something right now and it's not my place to spill the beans. If you wanna know so bad maybe actually talk her." His attitude was showing through, and he didn't mean for it to come out so mean. He's just protective of his best friend.

"Hey, dude, I'm just asking. Kay? No need to get your feathers ruffled." Eddie tries to make the room fun again, cracking a joke at the end. He can't seem to shake this feeling, though. One he can't really pinpoint as to why. There's something wrong with Y/n? She always goes to him about her problems. Why can't she just come to him now?

"Hey guys!" Y/n was the first to arrive, slight red eyes with makeup piled on top of it. Enough for Eddie and Dustin to pick up on it, but not enough to say anything.

"Hey Y/n, we're just setting up now. You're pretty early today." Mike wants to break free of the tension that was currently in the room. "Yeah... I wanted to get here before Jason found me in the hallways again." She internally cringes at the remembrance of what happened last week when he saw her. He tripped her, calling her some racist name he could think of in the moment and then laughed in her face. She didn't think Jason was actually racist, but just wanting to hurt her in any way he can. Or maybe he was, she didn't really care enough to know.

"Carver can choke on a dick. He has no right to harass you the way he does." He's angry, of course he is. The way he's so quick to defend her makes that sparkle of hope shine once more. That is until she remembers that prom is in literally two weeks and he's going, but not with her.

"What can you do, huh? Let's finish setting up, kay?" She sets her bag down and avoids eye contact, ignoring the strange looks she gets from Eddie throughout the night.

-

That was probably the worst end to a campaign ever for her. She was thrown so off her game she died 15 minutes in. Spending the rest of her time just following along and giving advice when needed. God, she just wanted to go home.

Finally walking to her car, she was stopped by a concerned metalhead. "Y/n! Are you okay? You've been... Distant today." He desperately wanted to know what was wrong without pushing her too far.

"I'm fine Eddie. Just wanna go home, okay?" She tries to leave the situation as soon as possible, but Eddie refuses to leave it at that. "But Dustin said you're going through something. Whatever it is you know can talk to me too, right?" Y/n pauses, contemplating her answer. "I'm sure I can, Ed. Please just let go of my arm." He didn't even realize he had a hold on her, quickly letting go. "Just... Y/n don't leave me out of it, okay? I'm here for you, whatever way you need me."

Yeah but the way I need you you don't even want.

"I'll see you later, Ed." She gets in her car and drives off. Leaving Eddie in the parking lot alone.

-

The two weeks flew by like nothing. Eddie and Chrissy spending more time together alone, Y/n opting to take her lunches in the library, not wanting to see the boy she loved with someone much prettier than her. Dustin tries his best being there for her, spending every other day in the library with her.

"She actually changed my grade from a D- to an A! Can you believe that?" Dustin's blabbing about something Suzie did for him, she wasn't really paying attention. "Hey! Y/n! Are you even listening to me?" He claps his hands in front of her, snapping her out of her head.

"Sorry! Sorry! Just zoned out over here." She looked to the side, avoiding eye contact with the freshman. Knowing he'll know exactly what's on her mind. "Is it Eddie again?" Slowly she nodded, not wanting to cry. "Prom is in two days and all Eddie can talk about Chrissy. Chrissy this, Chrissy that. That's all I fucking hear about and I feel like I'm losing my mind. Imagine if Suzie kept talking about some guy that you thought was so much better than you. Wouldn't you be hurt too?"

Dustin nods slowly. Of course he would be. He really likes Suzie, and the the thought of her fawning over someone else made him sad.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it to Hellfire tonight, Dust. Not given what's going on. I think I just gotta get over him. How? I have no clue." The younger boy stands up, "What? But the ending of the cult of Vecna is tonight! What about the campaign?" She looks up at him sadly. "I promise you guys can do it without me. I just don't think I'd be much help tonight." Her voice drops, and it's then and there that Dustin realizes the full extent of her situation.

She's completely in love with him. And he's got his eyes on someone else.

He knew he had to do something. What that was? He didn't know. What he did know was that he hated seeing someone he cared about crying alone in the library. She was broken, lost. Not knowing where to go from here.

"sigh... Promise me you'll try your best to feel better okay?" She smiled softly at him, ruffling up his hair. "I promise, Dust." From that moment, he knew he couldn't keep quiet about this anymore.

-

Hellfire had just finished, not ending on a very high note, but hopeful nevertheless. The only ones left were Eddie and Dustin, deciding it was how or never.

"You're a idiot, Eddie." That caught him off guard. Sure, Dustin had been a little off today, but Eddie figured it was some freshman puberty thing. Not an Eddie thing.

"Excuse me?" Eddie stood up, approaching the younger boy with a confused look on his face. "You heard me. Do you even want to go to prom this year?" Prom? This whole thing was about prom?

"I mean not originally, no. But Chrissy really wants to go so.. Why the hell not, ya know?" Dustin was having none of it, his patience running thin. "You told me you don't even like Chrissy anymore. Why are you so damn hung up on her now of all times?" The room was getting tense.

"Hey. She asked me. I just said yes. It's not like I had bigger plans anyway." It wasn't a lie. He guesses he'd probably be in his room alone that night anyway. Unless Y/n would've wanted to do anything, in that case it was a whole new situation.

"What about Y/n? Do you even are about her anymore?" Dustin stood up from his chair. "What are you talking about? Of course I care about her!" The freshman scoffed, "You have a pretty funny way of showing it. You've been practically ignoring her since Chrissy came in the picture. I bet you barley even noticed she didn't come to hellfire today, huh?"

Of course Eddie noticed. It was the main reason team morale was down, the reason they'd all had retreated the fight. Their best girl and fighter wasn't there. "I did notice actually. I also noticed she hasn't been coming to lunch with us either. AND that no one seems to know the real reason except you. So why don't you just tell me what's really going on, Henderson. Enlighten me."

"She's in love with you, dumbass!"

Quiet. Neither of them breaking the deafening silence that engulfed the room. Dustin was mad, furious even, that Eddie had been so oblivious to the pain he'd been causing her.

"What?" Eddie couldn't believe it. Love? She actually loved him back? Why hadn't she said anything before? Why didn't he say anything before?

It all made sense. Chrissy. Prom. Y/n. That's why Y/n was so distant. He was going to prom, but with Chrissy. Not her.

"Y/n has been heartbroken the last two weeks! She can't even go to lunch because all you talk about is Chrissy. Chrissy Chrissy Chrissy. We get it, you wanna get in Chrissy's pants. But for gods sake, man, think! She sits in the library all alone because that's where she'd rather be than sitting in the cafeteria listening to how much she isn't what you want."

Dustin was about to explode. All the pent up anger was coming out. His brotherly protectiveness showing full scale, and Eddie deserved it all.

How could he be so blind? So stupid?

"Why... How come she never said anything? I-" His thoughts getting jumbled in his head. "She said she didn't wanna destroy the friendship. But Eddie, I'm gonna be honest, I think that's happening anyway." Eddie's heart shatters. The girl of his dreams, the person he'd do anything for. His very reason to keep coming to school! She's hurting, broken, thinking he doesn't care for her, love her.

And it's all his fault.

How could he fix this? It wasn't like he could just snap his fingers and change back time to before Chrissy asked him to prom. Oh how he wished he could do that.

"You're wrong about one thing, Henderson. She is what I want. Hell, she's all I want! Chrissy... I said yes because I didn't think Y/n would want to go, let alone with me." Dustin shakes his head. "Okay? You should've at least made sure before putting her through all of this shit. This is stuff you need to be telling her. Not me!"

"I know! I know! Shit, I don't know how I'm gonna fix this..." Eddie deflates, sitting down with his hands in his face. "I really fucked up, didn't I?" Dustin sits next to him, patting his friend on the shoulder. "Yeah, you did. But on the bright side, you know she likes you back now, right? Now figure out the next move."

-

The night of prom. Tonight. A night full of excitement and adventure for most. But for Y/n, it'll just be a regular Saturday. She'd skipped school the day prior, Opting for a quiet day in to collect herself. Mostly to avoid Eddie at all costs, not sure if she could really handle it.

Eddie had waited in the library for her to show up for lunch that day, hoping to explain everything, but she never showed. He instead got weird glances from the scattered students and librarian, not used to seeing Eddie in a place like a library.

He also waited after school, but gave up after noticing her car nowhere to be seen. Chrissy had found him instead, confused as to why he'd been standing sadly in the parking lot for ten minutes. It was there Eddie told her everything. Why lie? She'd deserved to know the truth too.

Chrissy had initially been disappointed, but came clean as well. Confessing she still had feelings for Jason, and was hoping to just make him jealous by showing up to prom with Eddie. They then had the mutual decision to just stay peers, nothing more. Something that took a huge chunk of weight off of Eddies chest.

Now prom was merely hours away, and Eddie was thinking of a plan. Best case scenario, he proclaims his love and sorries, she forgives him, and they get together and live happily ever after. Worst case scenario, anything other than that.

Y/n had been in the middle of the song when Eddie comes bursting in the room. Her grandma had taken quite a liking toward Eddie, Y/n guesses she's the one who let him in the house.

"Y/n! Please I need to talk to you." He was nervous, anxiety ridden. Hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. Y/n stands up from her drum set, walking past him to her water bottle. "I'm a little busy right now, Ed."

Eddie approaches her, hoping his confession would work. "Just... Hear me out, okay? Please?" She nods at him, praying this is just something that has to do with hellfire.

"I'm not going to prom with Chrissy." Her ears perked up at this. "Okay, so? You came all this way to tell me just that?" She didn't mean to keep up the attitude, but she didn't want to get her hopes up, either.

"I also know why you've been so distant. I know... Everything. I know you're feelings for me and I know how hurt you've been these past weeks. And Y/n I'm so so sorry. I wish I would've seen it sooner." He was staring in her eyes, searching for any kind of response.

"How do you know?" Tears were filling her eyes, she had no idea why. Raw emotion was building up without her consent.

He smiles at her softly, "A little birdie told me." She backs up, tossing her drumsticks on the chair. "Fucking Henderson, man. He can't keep a secret for shit." She'd confided in him, told him all her fears, insecurities, worries. All with the hopes of him keeping it between them. She felt a little hurt, but she can't help but feel a weight lift off her shoulders. Now everything was out in the open, and she could face rejection head on.

"Hey don't be mad him, I needed to know. Boy did he let me know, too. He'd probably have my head on a stick if I wasn't here right now." She laughs slightly. Dustin always acted like an older brother, despite her being 4 years older than he was. Never stopped their bond as family, though.

"Why are you here, Eddie? You couldn't tell me you didn't like me back on Monday?" He grabs her hands, holding them together, close to his chest. "That's the thing, Y/n. I do like you back. Just as much if not more than you like me." He's pleading with his eyes for her to listen, to understand. She shakes her head, looking anywhere but him.

"Eddie, that makes no sense. If that was true why were you going with her to begin with? Why wait 'til two hours before prom to confess your love for me?" He holds her tighter, "I should've told you all this a long time ago, and I'm so sorry, baby. I was scared. Hell, I still am! You're so beautiful it's intimidating. Why would someone as drop dead gorgeous as you like a freak like me?"

She laughs and looks down, tears falling freely now. "We're both freaks, dummy. I was planning on spending the whole night right here on the drums." He places a hand on her cheek, softly stroking it. "If you'd let me, could I join you?"

Their foreheads inch closer together, both of them being highly aware of the distance getting smaller. "What, you don't wanna go to prom?" Smaller. "Not if you're not there, babe." Smaller. "Then stay here with me." Smaller. "Gladly."

The distance is gone, her lips finally on his and it's. fucking. amazing. Nothing had been as sweet as her, or soft as him. It was like 2 pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly together like they were made for each other. Hands starting to roam, but before anything else could happen, breathing was a necessity.

Their foreheads leaning on each other once again. The tension now completely gone, all that's left is a room full of love and adoration. Both of them waiting so long to finally be here in the moment, neither of them wanting to let go just yet.

"So... Wanna show me what song you're playing?"

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Ahhhhh I'm so proud of this tbh I love Eddie so goddamn much I've never related to someone so much honestly.

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