#what if Eddie chose this one because it left most of the gang alive?

[undreaming-fanfiction]

No matter how stupid or futile this is, I have to do it, I have to write everything down. Maybe it will help me remember, although I have to say forgetting sounds pretty amazing right now. Still, I need to make sense of things, but at least clear my head.

Who am I kidding. This is not for me. It's for you and I so, so hope you will be able to read it. That you'll understand what I went through and why it had to end this way.

Right. Let's do it before this paper disappears along with this fucking day.

It's March 1986 and out of all the fucked up things that have happened in my life, this one takes the cake. Two murders with a curse, power of mind, whatever. People fall asleep standing, start floating, die with a crunch and there's no sign of it stopping, so that's fun. And by fun I mean really fucking horrible. It seems I'm writing the word "fuck" a lot. It helps a bit.

Nancy said, I mean, will say later today...that the guy, Vecna, Henry Creel, One, who honestly cares, plans to do some really messed up shit with Hawkins. And yeah, which villain doesn't have plans like that, but this one means it. Like, really means it. I saw it happen again and again and for some fucked up reason, some higher power chose me to fix this. Just adorable.

Why it chose me, I have no fucking clue. Anyone else would have been a better choice - Dustin and that huge brain of his would figure out not only what to do, but also why it's happening. He'd make sure Vecna would bite the dust during the second, third loop. Maybe it would be a week, but he'd get it eventually. Robin would run around like a headless chicken, but she'd start piecing things together. Nancy? She'd grab a gun or twenty and make sure everyone lives to see another day. Me? I can't get anything right.

I tried telling the others, but honestly, where do you start? You all die horrible and gory deaths. I've seen you choked, broken, torn apart, bleeding out, bones crushed to pieces, all that and more. I keep trying to fix things, but you don't listen to me and at this point, I don't even want to tell anyone because you look at me in that sad, pitying way, as if I was stupid - and shit, maybe I am, okay, not much going on under this fabulous hair, but the last time I tried telling you, you forced me to sit it out and nothing changed, except I just had to wait, listen to your screaming on the walkie. That has been the worst loop so far.

And what's even worse is how much I know about all of you now. I never thought the end of the world would take this long, but I've spent days changing things, piece by piece, but it still ends in bloodshed. But I keep the pieces of you all I've collected along the way and they make the stakes so much higher, so much more cruel. I used to think I know all of you but now I feel like I have some extra puzzle pieces that were thrown in the box and I need to keep them a secret. Day by day I keep learning about everyone...and about myself.

You hate yourself so much and I don't understand it. You do the best you can with the hand you're given and I admire it so much, even if I saw you in a completely different light only a few days ago. But ever since we met in that boathouse, you intrigue me. What you do for the kids, for Dustin...you need to survive this. You need to live because I can't imagine a world without you.

I'm going to try something different today. I used to charge with you, storm the Creel house, but this time I will have to stay behind. Maybe it's just a matter of time, maybe you just need a few more minutes, seconds...but I can't stand to see you die again.

If by any chance this paper makes it with all of you to the next day, I just want to say it was an honor to meet you. I'm so glad I could learn so much about you, understand you, learn to love you for who you are. Maybe it's a matter of a simple exchange and I'm willing to try, because to me you're worth it. I wonder if we could have been friends, maybe something more, if we were only given more time.

Hm. Can't believe I wrote that. Sorry, didn't mean to make this awkward, but marching towards certain death makes you brave.

Please take care of everyone, Steve. And yourself too. Especially yourself.

Love Yours Thank you for everything.

Eddie

[multiverseofimagines]

hello! could i have a stranger things ship? i’m a straight girl and 5’6 with long straight brown hair. i’m also an aries and infp. people tell me i have an rbf and look intimidating from far away, but i open up and become very outgoing pretty easily. i love to read and listen to music (harry styles lol). i take school pretty seriously and do well, but i love going out and having fun on the weekends.

I ship you with

Billy Hargrove

(don’t be sad you’re being shipped with dead bill, in my canon he’s all well and alive)

I’m honestly getting very similar and yet complete opposite vibes with you guys. (Which I’m a total sucker for btw.)

You both are Aries, which means you would have extremely similar ways of showing emotion, very similar vibes to you, but your mbti’s are both so different, almost an exact opposite, that I feel like it would balance out well. (Billy is an ESTP)

You guys would be the most unlikely couple, and nobody would ever expect the two of you to connect, but you make it extremely easy for Billy to consider you a friend, your nice and outgoing, willing to open up where he’s the type of person that’s super mysterious, totally on lockdown of expressing his true feelings. But your always asking him intriguing questions, and he can’t help but open himself a little.

I think when you two meet at first its like ice and fire, like neither of you know how you stand with eachother. He’s a renowned dickhead, total asshole jock, and your fiery but not like him, your more passive than anything, so he probably sees you as just another popular chick thats good at school that he sees at parties sometimes.

You guys wouldn’t have a first date nor a specific moment in time that you could 100% say you two had an in depth conversation about dating, it was never really talked about, you guys were friends, and it just turned into something else one night at a party.

He would constantly tease you for your music taste, saying you needed to listen to something a bit harder than your generic pop, but once he gave a couple of songs a good listen to he would secretly love them.

Him distracting you from school/studying. He would be awful for that. Trying to make out whilst your reading your textbook on his floor.

Speaking of his floor, your pretty sure he just kicks stuff under his bed and doesn’t look under there ever again. You always wanna say something but your not touching his basketball/lifeguard shit with a tenfoot pole.

Getting him to unwillingly be apart of the gang, only because they are your friends ( Robin, Steve, Nancy and Eddie) and eventually you all just accept it.

Will be snoopy and read through the book you left at his house, because it makes him understand that part of you more. ( Billy is not a huge reader, but he’s curious to see what you enjoy.)

Roadtrip dates, where you just drive for miles listening to music.

Telling him to put his cigarettes out, and he actually does because he loves ya.

Overall, I feel like you guys would have insane romantic tension! But are both like hella secretive and introverted about it.

Look-Book

Outfit inspiration/ What I think you would wear.

I have a feeling that you would love sage green! And be obsessed with cool toned natural colours, not super adventurous, but earthy. Though because you said Harry Styles and that your an Aries, I figured you may like to have fun with it every now and then, and be eccentric, so I chose the bright rainbow cardigan, which feels super Harry!

[tozierkasqbrak]

Letters from the Heart

There was always a place that no one had seen, yet those who told stories are always written off as imaginative, no matter how detailed they were about what they had seen, who they talked to, and what they did.

All they knew was that the place was only accessible through the well in the house at the west side of town, down the ghosted Neibolt Street. The people would talk about a man with an elongated face, grin nearly splitting his face in two, hands the size of ribcages, and the booming voice of a thousand men. He could come to anyone as anything, be it a nice man on the sidewalk as the children would walk to school, or a lonely clown finding his way back to the circus, but everyone had a name for that man in the Neibolt House; Pennywise. Or Mister Bob Gray, but take your pick.

If you survived the journey down the well in the basement of the Neibolt House, or were taken any other way, then you stood in the middle of the city that no one dared to walk out of alive. There were people floating, floating above the ground like balloons, and Pennywise would watch you walk around, poking those who hung limply in the air, their eyes shut like they were sleeping, bodies unresponsive. Nothing could put off the eerie mood more than the carnival music that played at an insanely low volume, making one strain to hear before it became unbearable. No matter the reason, Pennywise would carefully make you uneasy, fearing for a surprise that would never come, like a child anticipating a doctor to harm them on a normal checkup. He would make sure that you were as uncomfortable as possible and then strike when he made you let your guard down.

No one has heard from anyone who actually survived the horrors of the house on Neibolt Street, and frankly, no one wants to know what really happens.

That is, until Eddie Kaspbrak came screaming out of the house, eyes wide and what looked to be sewer water on his entire person, his legs carrying him as far away as they would let him, Richie Tozier not far behind him on his bicycle, both yelling about Pennywise and how the bullies that hurt them the day they got together were hanging from their feet, but they weren’t. No one had even reported Henry Bowers and the Goons missing, let alone give any reports that they might have been dead. Eddie shouted at the police to investigate, Richie nodding his head so hard it looked painful to watch, and yet they were told that their overactive imaginations got the best of them and they were scared of nothing.

Or so it seemed. Sonia stopped listening to her son ages ago, when he threw his pills on the ground and called them “bite-size capsules of anguish that meant nothing” or "bullshit" to his friends, and Maggie and Wentworth gave Richie two options; forget it ever happened and give up trying to find the illusive “Pennywise”, or leave the house and never return. Richie chose the former, still giving Eddie his theories, and they even convinced the Losers to give their own theories to what Pennywise did with the people he took underground with him. That part of Derry was the part that no one loved, not Richie, not Eddie, not even the adults who built the town from the ground up. The house had been half-finished for decades, the roof half patched and the walls deteriorating at a rapid rate. It was like a castle built for an improper king, the most unloved house in the most loved neighborhood.

Eddie and Richie had made their normal rounds through the neighborhood, finding the rest of their friend group to go into the abandoned house wielding flashlights and various weapons. No matter the situation, the group makes their way up to the infamous house, trying to figure out what the hell they could find up there. The noises of the house freaked them out, leaving them to split and try to find where Pennywise had sat and waited for them when they were at the Quarry only weeks before, both under that same blanket they took with them in fear of losing it.

"Eddie?" Richie asks only minutes after walking into that dreaded house. "Eddie, grab my hand please..." He feels a small hand link with his and he sighs before his eyes shoot open. "Wait..." 'Eddie's warm, not cold.' He turns, yelling in fear when it's Pennywise, looming over him with hungry eyes before they soften as Richie screams for help.

"Shh, no want hurt!" Pennywise's voice isn't one of malice or dripping with leering pervertedness, it's sweeter, almost like a soothing sound. His voice lilted in a way that made women swoon, children calm and even Richie stop screaming. No matter, Pennywise scoops Richie up and holds him tight, looking around and seeing none of the Losers come looking for him. "See? Just want hold." He watches Richie's expression change from one of confusion, to heartbreak, and to sadness, tears streaming down his face as he cried. "No, no cry!" He tries to make Richie stop, but his cries attract the unwanted attention of the Losers, the remaining six standing around Pennywise with their chose weapons. Eddie raises the bat, ready to swing until Richie lets a sniffle pass under the ruffles of Pennywise's outfit.

"Pl-please don't..." Richie says softly, whimpering.

Stan had heard the soft whimpers coming from deep within the house, gesturing for the gang to follow him and be quiet. He sees Pennywise holding Richie like a baby, cooing softly and sees Eddie's stunned look of horror as this thing holds the one person he adores like a stuffed animal. He keeps his eyes on Pennywise, Bill and Beverly circling the back of Pennywise to get a better sight of Richie before Mike went in from the kill. He whips his chain to smack Pennywise, yelling as he turns around.

The chain flies through the air, but the unmistakable sound of metal whipping against skin was never heard because Pennywise caught it just inches from his face. "No touch." Pennywise says, seeing the fear flash across Mike's face as he whips the chain right back and sends the kid flying into the wall with a scream. Stan lets out a battle cry, Ben and Bill at the ready to start wailing on Pennywise while he was distracted with Mike. Eddie tries to pull Richie away from Pennywise, giving a few strong pulls to try and get him out, but to no avail. Pennywise turns his head a full one-eighty, staring right at Eddie and grabs his forearm, pulling him closer and closer until his mouth had opened and three small lights flickered and shone brightly into his eyes.

Everything felt perfect, slightly fuzzy and almost weightless as Eddie stared. He hears Richie call for him and Bill let out a scream. He slowly started to float up, up, up- until his eyes glazed over and they went from their bright chocolate brown to a murky grey, like dirty bath water. They tried to catch him, his feet rising off the ground and hanging limply, toes pointed to the ground like a ballerina on pointe, arms at his side and hands unclenching, his baseball bat dropping to the floor with a metallic clang. Richie tries to escape Pennywise's grasp, but he keeps Richie close to his chest and refuses to let go, even as the other Outcasts are beating him with their weapons. Eddie floats higher and higher until he stops, about twenty feet off the ground and his head pointed toward the sky.

Stan breaks from the group, trying his hardest to get Eddie down by himself, Mike getting up off the floor to help half-heartedly. Beverly sees them struggling and runs to help, everyone almost abandoning beating Pennywise in favor of getting their friend back. Pennywise smiles, keeping Richie to himself and acts like a cat to him, nuzzling him and purring. Stan grabs onto Eddie's shoe when Bill and Mike finally boost him up, the three of them working together to bring the smaller of the four back to the ground and they see the damage in his eyes, and the pure fear in his eyes. Richie finally breaks free after giving a heart-wrenching scream when Eddie crashes to the ground the moment his feet touch the floor, running to him in mud covered sneakers and feels hot tears run down his cheeks and make clean tracks over the dust that laid there. "Come on, Eddie! Wake up! Wake up, lover!" He cries, holding the smaller boy close. His eyes are still unfocused, still pointing off into nowhere and still fear-stricken. His left arm feels broken, something sticking out where it shouldn't and yet nothing else felt out of place. Richie gives another half-hearted cry, sobbing wetly against the unconscious boy and keeps him in his arms like Pennywise did with him just moments prior. "Come on, Bear, wake up..."

"Maybe if you kiss him he'll wake up. Y'know, like in the movies!" Ben says softly, Bill nodding his head in agreement.

"We'll turn around so none of us see, okay?" Stan says in Richie's ear, motioning for everyone to turn and face Pennywise, one of the group giving their cry as they run toward him to try and attack.  

Richie looks at Eddie's pale grey eyes and closes his own, closing the gap between them and pressing his chapped lips against the ones covered in a thick, slimy substance that touched him when he floated upwards.

There weren't any fireworks, nor did sparks fly. Richie sat there and tried over and over again, but nothing could wake Eddie. He lets out another anguished cry, holding onto the other tightly and weeps. "Stan! Help!" The Jewish boy hears his name, running to help him. "H-he's not waking up! What do I do?!"

"Here." Stan is far more patient, closing the gap between him and Eddie slowly, his lips soft and unchapped as he keeps a straight face. His eyes flutter shut as to not stare into Eddie's wide- open ones and moves gently, his hands cupping Eddie's head and his thumbs rubbing circles into the other's cheeks to hopefully get a response.

And boy, what a response he got. Suddenly arms were wrapping around his waist, lips moving against his own and eyes fluttering shut, the soft eyelashes of one Eddie Kaspbrak brushing against the smooth skin of one Stan Uris as they sit in the middle of the sewers under the house on Neibolt Street, their friends in the background fighting Pennywise that lived in the house and one Richie Tozier sitting off to the side, shell-shocked.

"Y-you woke him up..." Richie says softly, tears filling his eyes.

"Maybe if your lips weren't bitten to shreds your kiss would have woken him up..." Stan says angrily and looks at Eddie with a calm expression. "Hey."

"H-hi..."

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