#but jesus christ we can LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE??
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got tired of all depressing and hating yourself for being aro vibes on legit any other platform besides tumblr (looking at you tictac app) so wanted to listen to positive aromantic playlists and legit could NOT FIND ANY??????
And the ones that were vaguely positive were made for aroace ppl. Which is great! But im not ace!!! So WHERE'S MY POSITIVE AROALLO REP?!?!?!
Anyways i solved this hyperspecific problem myself and made a POSITIVE AROALLO playlist:
Larger image of the playlist cover i made
#plz i am starved#if anyone has a positive aro playlist SHARE WITH THE CLASS#no hate towards us bonding over our share anger/grief at the world its important and we SHOULD talk about it#but not ALL THE TIME????#it SHOULDNT be THIS HARD to find good vibe songs for us#ive BEEN thru the hating being aromatic stage I GET IT#but jesus christ we can LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE??#aro#aromantic#aro problems#aro culture is#aroallo#aromantism#aromatic positivity#aro pride#aro posting#aroallo pride#lgbtq#arospec#aspec#aro discourse#pride#alloaro
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A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant To Be — Part 5 || Doctor Strange x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.4K
Themes: Meddling Kids, Push n Pull, Comedy(?)
Special Mentions: Peter Parker, America Chavez, Ned Leeds
A/N: I apologize for the crackhead energy with this one but with Peter, America and Ned working together, I imagine it would end up like this LOL. Gif not mine. Credits to Creator.
“No.” You pushed Stephen out your door. You didn't care if he didn't have his sling ring or any extra clothes on. The embarrassment tonight was more than enough.
“Hear me out.” Stephen tries to reason with you as he backs up.
“No. No-no-no. No. Get out.” you shook your head and shoved him out of your door.
“I can explain.”
“I’m sure you can explain, and I’m equally sure I don’t want you to hear it. Goodbye.” You smile and was about to shut the door when Stephen uses hand to keep it open.
Seeing him tied up on your bed was enough explanation. He was trying to scare all the men away and never see you again—though the guy tonight was a huge red flag, Stephen probably scared away the good ones as well.
“It’s been months. We should be able to talk about it.”
“No. No-no-no. No. Get out.” You smacked his hands of and pulls the door closed—
“Don’t shut the door on my—DAMMIT.” Stephen grimaces in pain.
You look down and realized what you did by accident,“Move your foot.”
“Move the door.” He stubbornly replied.
“Move your foot or I will decapitate it.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. You decapitate heads, not feet.”
“Move your foot or I will de-foot you.” you seethed.
“That’s not even a word. C’mon. Hear me out. Please.”
“Move your foot.” you repeated firmly.
“Why not just open the door a little more and let me come in. See? It’s—DAMMIT. STOP DOING THAT. YOU’RE HURTING ME.”
“Stop hurting you? Stop hurting you? Congratulations. You win the Oscar for best verbal irony. Now take both of your feet and walk them and your sad sorry ass to your haunted house. Goodbye.”
“I know you are really mad at me. I can explain.”
“Mad at you? I don’t care enough about you to be mad at you. Frankly, I’m mad at myself.”
“You should be.”
You scoffed and pointed at yourself, “I should be mad at myself?!”
“Yes.”
“Oh, now please explain. Why should I be mad at myself?”
“Because you're giving up on us.”
“I gave up on us? Oh, I’m sorry I made you take me as a rebound and then dump me on my birthday—”
“But now I realise I made a terrible mistake.”
“That’s not a credible defence.”
“You really need to let me come in. We need to talk.”
“You really need to leave. Goodbye.”
“C’mon. We can move on from this. You know I am a late bloomer. I just need a little more time than most—”
“You are in your forties!”
“Exactly. Who really has it all together by their forties?”
You count with your digits, “Alexander the Great. Jesus Christ. Ex-convicts. Junkies. Nearly everyone. You deserve the door slammed in your face.”
“Yet here you are talking to me.”
“My mistake. Goodbye.” In an attempt to shut the door you hit his foor again.
“DON’T HIT MY FOOT—DAMMIT. THAT HURTS.”
“Then move your foot out of the door jam, and then move your carcass out of my life. It’s really quite simple.”
“I CAN’T MOVE MY FOOT. YOU HAVE IT WEDGED.” Stephen snapped, his eyes slightly glistening as his foot registers all the pain.
You gave his foot some allowance, “There.”
“Thank you. Now let me come in.” He makes an attempt to come in again.
You placed your hand on his chest and push him back out, “You stay on the other side of this door—just like the trash cans. The only difference is that the trash cans are useful.”
“Are you really going to throw away years together? Are you really throwing away our relationship?”
“I don’t have to throw it away. You did it for me. I’m just not picking it up again.”
“You know I love you.”
“You know I don’t care. The last straw was the last straw.”
“I can get you more straws.” He says, trying to lighten up the situation, which only infuriates you.
“I’m sure you can get me almost anything—anything but peace.”
“I can get you a piece of straw.”
“Your clever puns are wasted here. You’re exhausting. Just your presence is exhausting. Just leave.”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
“Shut the door.”
“I’m going to.” you shrug.
“No one is stopping you. See? I have moved my feet. You have moved on. Now, shut the door.”
You narrowed your eyes at Stephen and shut the door on his face.
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It's been a few days since Stephen last sabotaged and practically made a show of himself in front of—you can't even remember his name anymore—the guy with mommy issues. You guessed that shaving Stephen off like a sheep taught him the lesson not to mess with you again.
You laugh at the memory of Stephen screaming and helplessly begging you not to shave him—Damn it! I should've waxed him. You thought to yourself, wishing you could turn back the time to give him all that pain.
It’s the middle of the night now, and you’ve finished your pint of Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream. Having ingested 200% of your daily sugar allowance, and since you couldn't put yourself to sleep after an hour of trying, you turned on the TV to watch some late night shows. Eventually it only became a background noise as you became distracted swiping through your tinder account to find any interesting people who for one, doesn't live with their mother or is overbearing.
"Are you staring at your phone, waiting impatiently for a monosyllabic message from your fickle lover to magically appear?" The man on the TV spoke. It was clearly a young man with a fake moustache. He walked over behind a girl with shoulder length black hair as she sat on the couch on her phone.
"Are you sick of meeting a "bae" on Tinder, opening up to them about your life while eating cold nachos and drinking watered-down margaritas, only to have them dump you three weeks later?"
Like a typical product advertisement, the girl nodded with a hopeful expression.
"Do you find yourself being a magnet for megalomaniacs, a sucker for swindlers, a filling station for womanisers?"
The girl nodded again.
"If so, you need to find out if You Are Being Ridiculous!™ " The camera zooms as the young man with a fake moustache pulls out his phone and presents the app being promoted.
"The next time you find yourself ugly crying in the bathroom stall, download the app by weeping directly onto the You Are Being Ridiculous!™ icon. Through the wonders of technology, your tears will be instantly analysed to see if You Are Being Ridiculous!™"
The TV shows a demonstration of the girl weeping on her phone before looking into the camera with terrible acting, "O-m-g! I am being ridiculous!"
"Your friends may have clued you in already because they don’t want to hear about your failed dates or relationship anymore—but when you are ready for a Cold Hard Truth Sandwich, we will make sure to leave out the baloney!
Perhaps you are entangled with a soulmate, or maybe it’s some average schmuck who has a treasure trove of mommy issues?
Maybe you’ve found a fallen angel who needs to overcome their childhood trauma, or maybe you landed a turd that needs to be flushed?
Either way, take the patented You Are Being Ridiculous!™ assessment, developed by licensed professional interns at Cosmopolitan magazine to see exactly why you give that complete loser the time of day.
But wait—there's more!
For nine instalments of $19.99, we will send your results to the TikTok therapist of your choice—because nothing says quality mental health counselling like an older white woman in an ill-fitting suit awkwardly dancing to “My Money Don’t Jiggle Jiggle, It Folds.”
So, are you ready to quit waking up in the middle of the night to confide in your new best friend, the ceiling? Are you ready to systemically deal with the fear, control, and power issues you have inside your own skull?
Then throw away those tissue boxes, call the number to chat with one of our experts, and get ready to find out if You Are Being Ridiculous!™
Just dial 1-800-4-give-him. That's 1-800-4-give him! Do it now.”
You grabbed the remote control and shut off the TV. You blinked and stared at the black screen weirded out about what you just watched. You shook your head and decided that it was time to go to bed.
The next morning
Alexa rings the alarm to wake you up, "Rise and shine, (Y/N). It's 21°C and sunny and a perfect day to forgive Stephen. . . " You roll onto your back, eyelids flying open when you realise what you just heard Alexa said, "Now Playing: When you left, I lost a part of me. It's still so hard to believe, Come back, baby, please, 'Cause we belong together."
You rose up like the undead and slammed your hand on the device to make it stop. You rubbed your hands to your face, "Damn it Stephen!" You yelled into the air.
He might've stopped sabotaging your dates for a while but now he's really getting creative at not giving you an ounce of peace. You turn off all of your gadgets, just in case an unsolicited announcement or advertisement pops up again.
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You were waiting for coffee at Starbucks when the TV mounted on the wall began showing the billboard top hits, "Billboard brings you the top 100 greatest love songs of all time! We bring you classic love songs like, 'All you need is Stephen', 'If you can't find someone new to love, then love Stephen!', 'Do that to Stephen one more time!', 'You know you still love Stephen (He loves you long time)!'"
You look around to see if anybody else is seeing this and to your dismay, everyone else seems to be occupied with their own thing on their laptops and phones.
"(Y/N)?" The barista called out, playing your venti caramel macchiato on the bench.
"Thank you." You hastily grabbed your cup and looked back at the TV.
"And how can we forget about, 'Don't walk away from, Stephen. He has nothing if he don't have you!'"
You walk out of the store, "What the fuck—" Looking up at all the screens in time square got your head spinning.
"Download You Are Being Ridiculous!™ right now! Or call 1-800-4-Give-Him."
"I will always love you, (Y/N)! Now Streaming at Spotify."
"The Man Who Can't Be Moved, in theatres now!" An image of Stephen appears holding a cardboard with your photo in his hand.
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"I don't think she's taking Phase Sadness all too well. . . She looks terrified more than sad." Ned watches you run away in the scrying crystal ball as he notified America and Peter who was still in costume after making the You Are Being Ridiculous advertisement.
"Oh wow you finally did it! Congratulations Ned." America smiles and gives Ned a supportive pat on the back.
Ned chuckles, "Yeah, after I broke twenty scrying crystal balls? That's two hundred years of bad luck. I'm surprised Sir Doctor Strange didn't kick me out yet."
Stephen's footsteps as he rushed down the undercroft sounded like thunder and when he arrived at the basement, he found America dressed as you, Peter dressed like a 70s news anchor and Ned hugging the scrying crystal ball on his lap.
"Can somebody explain. . .Why? Is. My. Face all over time square?!" Stephen's voice gradually got louder.
"It was Peter's idea." Ned blurted out of anxiety from Stephen's tone of voice, "Pan de sal?" Ned holds up a filipino bread roll.
"No. Thank you." Stephen blinks and then turns towards Peter, "Whatever this is, undo it. Now." He said sternly.
"Okay, okay—We'll shut down all hacking devices." Peter says in defeat and runs towards their laptops to shut down their programmes.
Stephen sighs rubbing his hands over his face, wishing that he should never have asked kids to help him out. If he they asked him what he wanted to do, he would do it right. He’d kiss you and tell you how much he loved you before he dropped down on one knee and begged you to forgive him. If you said no, then he would have courted you and proved to you how much he cared for you. He should have-
"Sorry, Stephen. We should've asked you before going ahead. . . We just got too excited." America looks down apologetically, "But we still have one more—"
"No. Nope! I have been shaved, kicked out of her apartment with nothing on but my underwear and now you deep-faked my face on the lead singer of The Script and then plastered my face all over time square?!" Stephen snapped with a frustrated growl, "What other ideas do you have planned? Paint my face on the moon?"
"Well actually, we didn’t deep-fake you. . . America went to another universe and filmed a homeless version of you. . ." Peter admitted as if it was going to make the situation any better.
Stephen's eyes scrutinised their faces one by one before bursting into laughter. The kids laughed along with Stephen uncomfortably with America leaning into Peter saying, "I think we broke him."
Stephen sighs as he stopped laughing and abruptly dropped his face into an angry scowl, "You guys have fifteen minutes to pack up your shit before I tell Tony what you've been using his tech for,"—Stephen point as Peter and then Ned—"Tell you're grandma that you actually learning magic,"—and lastly Stephen turns to America—"Take away your pizza privilege."
Stephen slowly walked toward Peter and ripped his fake moustache off.
"Ow. . ." Peter mumbled, stoke his upper lip.
"Stephen c'mon! It was a mistake! Give us a second chance! We promise we'll consult you before doing anything else stupid." America tried reasoning with Stephen, running up to his side and holding his arm pleadingly.
"Yeah, Doctor Strange, Sir. . . It’s just a test run?" Ned mumbled, still hugging the scrying crystal ball with the image of you closing your blinds at work to get away from all the madness.
"Fifteen minutes." Stephen iriterated once more, glancing at the image of you on thw crystal ball and left the undercroft so that the kids would clean up.
"Phase Sadness Status: Failed," Peter said after a moments of silence.
"No. We haven't even gotten to the better part yet. I refuse to give up when we barely even started!" America disagreed with Peter and stopped him from packing up.
"America, Stephen looked pretty mad. Plus I don't want Mr. Stark to take away my stuff." Peter said.
"Oh c'mon please? It's not going to involve hacking and the other stupid stuff we did—even though it was kinda funny— trust me! I'll talk to Stephen. We just need to wait under his head is not smoking in anger anymore."
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Lesser Known Destiel Fics pt 2
Hi everyone! Here's the second part of Destiel fics which have fewer than 5,000 hits. I hope you enjoy them!
Once a Day by followthattardis (2.4k)
Castiel has just enough control left over his body and mind that he steps into the Ma’lak Box on his own.
L’Oréal Féria 1-Step Lightening System for Men by gayliens (2.5k)
His hair had been the same since he was eleven, a tight almost-buzz on the sides, a little longer on the top. Brown, unassuming, military-issue. Never long enough to fall in his eyes, not like whatever Sam had going on on that head of his. His face had been changed by thirty-something years of slicing and dicing, aging out of those delicate features. If he dropped dead now on the bathroom floor, the coroner wouldn’t call him pretty. But his hair stayed Ken-Doll-identical all the way through.
or: dean fucks up dying his hair. cas helps
Rinse, Repeat by Ias (3.3k)
He's killed Dean hundreds of times. What's one more?
Extra Sauce by anomalation (3.4k)
Cas confides in a poor unfortunate McDonald's cashier, who is a little shit and makes Dean jealous to prove a point. Nothing but fluff and gritty fast food realism.
Mary Winchester, Lesbian at Large by alectolee (4.2k)
Mary Winchester is a lesbian. She has no idea how to tell her children.
The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) by Bzzee (4.9k)
Dean and Cas are happy in heaven until Cas's ex-boyfriend saunters in. Dean discovers you can be jealous in heaven and that, apparently, Jesus fucks.
New All Over Again by Castielslostwings (5.7k)
Dean and Cas as childhood sweethearts separated as teenagers who have been searching for each other for years without success. Against all odds, they reunite in the middle of Times Square at midnight on New Year’s Eve.
preaching to the choir by piesexuality (7.9k)
“So, tell us—are you a religious man?”
Steve grimaces. "It's, um. Complicated. Very complicated."
or, There's no way Castiel lived that close to BYU-Idaho without running into some Mormon missionaries.
Speak Silence No More by rea_of_sunshine (8k)
When Dean imagined this moment, it went like this:
Dean bursts into the Empty—guns blazing, chin high, righteous anger coursing through him. No matter what form his plans and fantasies and whiskey-drunk-whispered-promises took, he is always, always successful. When he imagined it, he was finally the hero Cas deserved.
The reality of the moment is this:
It’s fucking cold.
Veil by evol_love (8.1k)
Not that Ed keeps tabs on anyone from his past life as a paranormal investigator, but he’s about 99% sure he heard through the grapevine that Dean Winchester fucking died, so getting a text from him on a random Thursday inviting him to his wedding is in the top ten weirdest moments of his life. And that’s really saying something. Ed’s had weirder weird moments than most.
His first instinct is No, absolutely fucking not, why on earth did you even invite me we’re not friends and we haven’t spoken in six years, but. But.
Maybe he misses the weird a little.
the pie isn't a metaphor (it's just pie) by noviembre (9.3k)
“I watched the Garden of Eden grow out of the desert,” Cas informs him. “And I’ve read everything Stacy has written on Bumbling Bee Gardener dot net. But please, Dean, share your wisdom about apple horticulture.”
Every Road Leads To You by songbvrd (9.9k)
When Cas gets poisoned by a djinn and is unable to be woken, Dean gets sent into his head to wake him up.
While Dean is expecting something that's hard to pull Cas from, he never expected to find Cas married with kids and a dog.
Dean has to confront what all this means to him and Cas has to decide whether to stay or go.
Won't You Stay? by allmystars (18k)
A week before Christmas, a weekend with his brother, and a hike into the mountains shouldn’t change a single thing about Dean Winchester’s life. It’s just a trip, just to distract Sam from everything he’s lost.
But, when a blizzard blows in, stranding the Winchesters, Sam finds a crack in the rock-face, and everything changes.
A pit, and pain, and every broken thing inside Dean, discovered by angels.
Well, one angel. One powerless, exiled angel.
Angel Recovery Project by keylimepie (20k)
An ordinary woman attempts a very extraordinary spell and brings back the wrong angel. But he's here and he needs help, from sandwiches to love advice, so what else is a girl to do?
5 Times a Member of Team Free Will Kills John Winchester and the 1 Time he is Kicked out of Heaven by bisexualsharks & Hazloveshisboo & jeremycarver (21k)
The 5 times different members of TFW (and a few others) got the chance to murder John Winchester, and the 1 time he was kicked out of Heaven because it was too late to kill him.
These are all separate one-shots that are not connected or set in the same timeline.
No need for dreaming by AsphodeleSauvage (24k)
Castiel loves his job as a wedding photographer. He loves nothing more than to capture the pure love in a couple's eyes as they say 'yes' - soulmates or not soulmates, he doesn't care. Yet, he can't help wondering about his own soulmate and about the mark on his chest that promises him a love story for the ages. There is also the fact that he keeps bumping into the charming Dean Winchester at every wedding he goes to...
A Hard-Won Peace by patheticfangirl (28k)
“Afterlife” no longer means forgetting what happened during life.
In Heaven, Dean is tormented by peace and freedom until he reunites with an also-struggling Castiel. Together, they work through issues they couldn’t leave behind, hoping to find something resembling happiness.
Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe by TheBlackLagoon (37k)
Cas Novak can’t see an escape from the life of hunting. Even with the frequent pleas from Jessica to leave it all behind, where in the world is he supposed to fit in? Dean Winchester can’t see a life beyond pencil-pushing for the Men of Letter’s Midwest branch. Even with the responsibility he holds to upkeep his family name, is it really what he’s meant to do? The two duos meet on what appears to be an easy salt and burn but which quickly spirals out of control.
Just for the Holidays by Fallen_Angel_Meg (41k)
After going through some tough times, Jess, Castiel's best friend, decides the best thing for him to do is to get away for Christmas. She secretly signs up their shared house on a home exchange website and it doesn't take long for them to get some interest. Castiel ends up trading houses with Sam Winchester, despite his hesitations to do so. So now Castiel has to spend his Christmas alone in Lawrence, Kansas. Which isn't so bad because Castiel is looking for some alone time right now, not wanting to get romantically involved with anyone. That is, until he meets Dean Winchester and things get complicated.
And that's it! If you have any other fics with under 5k hits that you love — whether they be your own or your friend's — please share them with me! Often these fics are swept under the rug when the authors put so much time and effort into them, so I hope you enjoy reading them :)
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tough girl exterior.
summary: just a short little thing of bantering with ellie on patrol. i don't think she'd actually be this playful on patrol, because ya know...infected...but pretend she is for the sake of the fic!
warnings: reader and ellie curse, and reader is mean to ellie for the beginning...but trust it's for a reason oooooh reader with a dark past.......
a/n: in my mind ellie is still her fun and loving 14 year old self and nothing bad ever happened to her ever to make her sad. please enjoy and be kind :)
wc: 1.7k
*Knock knock knock*
Jumping at the sudden sound, you hear muffled shouting coming from your front door. Shaking your head, you try to listen to what the person is saying. Unsure of who it is, or what they're saying, you furrow your eyebrows and just continue getting dressed.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
More muffled shouts, although you could almost make out the words "patrol" and "hurry up" spilling from the other end. Sighing audibly, you sauntered to the front door and opened it wide, giving the perpetrator a pointed look.
"Jesus Christ, there you are. Maria assigned us to patrol together, I've gotta show you the ropes. Let's go."
You take a deep breath and step out onto your front porch, the bite of the morning air causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. While you put on your jacket, the auburn-haired girl turns around towards you,
"You know, I was starting to thing you were dead in there. What took you so long to answer the door?"
Still in a haze from the abrupt interruption to the beginning of your day, you mumble out a "don't worry about it. Let's just get going."
The girl shrugs and continues walking towards the front gates of Jackson, explaining the protocol to patrol.
"...since we're taking a shorter path today, we won't need horses. You'll get to that eventually."
Walking out of the gates, the silence between the two of you is thick. Not necessarily tense, just...there. The sun is still relatively low in the sky, and the air smells clean. You take a look at your surroundings as you walk beside the girl, not having been outside of Jackson since you arrived a couple of weeks ago. And even then, you were too out of it to even pay attention to the world around you. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by your partner,
"So...what's your name?" She shoots a look at you from over her shoulder as you both continue walking on the path. You tell her your name, not even having to ask her before she introduces herself as Ellie, and reaches her hand out to shake. Pretending you didn't see it, even though you obviously did, you continue walking past her. Small talk and politeness not being something you were raised up on, and not necessarily caring to start it now.
Ellie ticks her chin to the side and looks around, but continues to catch up to you. "Okay..." attempting to lighten the mood, she teases by saying, "What do you have to be grumpy about? I'm the one that has to walk with you." She lets out a small smirk as she sees you roll your eyes,
"Oh fuck off." You reply.
She bursts out laughing, "You know for someone so new you sure have a mouth on you." She then continues to walk as she speaks, gesturing towards you and waiting for you to catch up. Despite Ellie's efforts to lighten the mood or get you to say more than five words, you remain silent and continue walking. Ellie glances at you briefly as you walk in silence and sighs,
"No sense of humor at all, God. No wonder Maria wants you out here." She turns back around at you and looks forward again. You let out a small chuckle but remain just as silent as before. Ellie suddenly stops walking and turns towards you with a look of mock horror. You stop in your path and furrow your eyebrows, widening your eyes, "What?"
"Oh my God she can laugh!" She then bites back a laugh as you flip her off. Unfortunately, you're starting to get the impression that Ellie only sees your attitude and lack of talking as a challenge and an invitation. She follows close behind you as she mumbles teasingly, "Oh man, I've gotten under your skin already. Maria should've warned me you were this soft." Quietly, but loud enough so you could hear it.
Shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you grumble "I wish Maria would've told me you don't know how to shut the fuck up." Ellie stops for a second, and looks at you. For a second you think you may have struck a nerve, the slightest amount of guilt creeping up into your conscience. Now a few feet ahead of her, you look back at her with an unreadable expression on her face, but that guilt is immediately erased the second she bursts out laughing again.
"You know. You might not be so bad after all" She speeds up to catch up with you and starts walking beside you.
"If you can take being insulted and then flip it back on me like that, I think we might be able to have some fun on this patrol, I think."
You try to hide your smile but Ellie sees it out of the corner of her eye, smirking to herself. You continue walking for a few moments, lost in your own thoughts of the infected, Jackson, the infected, Jackson, Rachel, the infected, until Ellie breaks the silence, again. This time you can't tell if you're relieved or annoyed that she broke that thought loop.
"So, I've got to ask. Do you always get this easily riled up when people joke with you? Or am I just that special?" She turns towards you with a slight smirk on her face, obviously trying to see how far she can push you.
"You're just that special, Ellie." You reply sarcastically with a fake smile, and shove her shoulder. She's caught off-guard by the shove, but regains her composure quickly.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
She smiles at you playfully, then her tone sounds half-serious as she replies,
"But if you shove me again, then I might just have to show you how rough around the edges I really am."
You gasp and put your hand to your chest, "Oh please spare me Ellie!"
She shakes her head and shoves you, slightly harder than you did her. You furrow her eyebrows and regain your balance, then flip her off and continue down the well-worn path in front of you.
"You know what?" Ellie asks after more silence. You sigh at the intrusion and look over at her, eyebrows raised, "What, Ellie."
"I kind of like you. You've got spunk. And to think, when Maria first told me I was partnered with you I was actually a little pissed off."
Turning to her once again, you furrow your eyebrows and curl up your lip, "Oh fuck you, you didn't even know me?" Ellie laughs again at your response, having the time of her life going back and forth with you like this.
"Oh, c'mon, don't get your panties in a twist now. You just make it too easy." As she speaks, she playfully pokes you in the side, to which you flick her on the head. Ellie lets out a dramatic sigh.
"Did you have to resort to physical violence already? I thought you were better than that." She continues walking, still smiling at you.
"You poked me first. C'mon...don't we have infected to kill?" You deadpan. She shrugs and speeds up her pace to walk beside you. When she reaches you, she nudges you with her shoulder, and you ignore it. Then, she nudges it again,
"Are you mad at me? Wait...nevermind. Yeah, I know the answer. But, you can't stay mad at me." You roll your eyes and stay silent, after only a few seconds, Ellie asks,
"Are you still mad?" You stop walking and look at her for a few moments, eyes squinting. Ellie's lips curl up into a grin, thinking of something else to say.
"Hey, tell you what. If you admit that you aren't mad at me anymore and that you're actually starting to have a good time, we can move on with this patrol and I'll leave you alone..." She trails off and smirks at you, eyes wide.
You continue to stare at her, entering an unintentional staring contest with her. Her lips curl into themselves as the only sound you can hear is from the slight breeze and creek a further ways away. You're not sure if you start smiling because of the look on her face, or if it's because you actually aren't mad, but nonetheless one creeps up onto your face while staring at her. Ellie notices your expression and smiles back.
"You're cracking, I can tell. Just say it, and this can all be over."
She stands waiting for you with a cocky smile on her face. You sigh dramatically and place your index finger and thumb in between your eyebrows,
"You know you're really annoying, right?"
Ellie let outs a little "Oh!" of surprise as if she were hurt by your comment. She then pretends to be offended, putting her hands on her hips and looking away from you.
"You know, it does hurt my feelings when you say things like that..." She then turns back around, the smile still on her face. You breathe out a small laugh and beckon for her to follow you on the path and keep up. Out of your peripheral vision, you see Ellie biting back a smile, cracking herself up. Eventually, you look her way and open your mouth to say something. She notices this and glances towards you with a small smile, letting you know she's listening.
"You just..." You start, "it took you approximately thirty minutes to break down my cold, mysterious girl exterior I've spent years building. That's really fucked up." You point at her, eyebrows raising. Ellie laughs at your response.
"Hey, it's not my fault you have a soft spot for playful insults and roughhousing." She bumps you on the shoulder before continuing to walk.
"But...now that you've opened up. Wanna tell me why you've got that... 'cold, mysterious girl exterior?'" You pretend to think for a moment before simply saying, "Nah."
Ellie scoffs, "Of course, sooo mysterious," She teases, "Fine, keep it a mystery. I don't care." She crosses her arms and attempts to sell her lie, and fails.
"Yes you do care," You pause, "Buy me a drink tonight and I'll consider spilling all my dirtiest secrets."
Ellie laughs in response, "Deal."
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Upside Down Feelings
Chapter Seven: The Bathtub
summary: Y/N, Nancy, and Jonathan join forces with the kids and adults to finally find out whether or not Barb and Will are actually alive.
word count: 3900
a/n: i know i was supposed to post at 9:00 but i just got too excited :)
“Don’t you need a warrant or something to search a car?” You huffed as you plopped down next to Nancy.
“No, only probable cause, why?” Nancy frowned.
“Well, how is a street fight a probable cause to search Jonathan’s car?” You asked, pointing to the front of the building.
“What?!” They both sat up straight.
“I know, right? I tried yelling at them but they only threatened to cuff me..”
“Did they ask you anything?”
“They asked if I knew why there were chains, weapons, and bear traps,” You sighed before shrugging. “I just told them that I’ve never been one to kink shame. To each their own, I said.”
“Y/N, you can’t talk to cops like that!” Nancy scolded, glaring at Jonathan for his stifled laugh. “This isn’t funny! She could get in trouble.”
“It’s a little funny,” Jonathan mumbled. She frowned.
“Oh, come on, Nance! Lighten up. Even Officer Callahan laughed,” You giggled.
“Wha- Hey!” Callahan narrowed his eyes and pointed at you from behind a desk, failing miserably to hide the small smile on his face. “I did not laugh. That would’ve been incredibly unprofessional! I sneezed.”
“Since when does a sneeze sound like a ha ha?” You crossed your arms.
“Y/N!” Nancy hissed, slapping your arm. “Cut it out! I’m sorry about her, Officer.”
“These Henderson kids, am I right?” He shook his head, looking over at his partner, only to frown as soon as he caught a glimpse of someone walking towards the station.
“Jonathan?” Joyce called as she entered the room before she gasped at the cuffs on her son’s hands. “Jesus, wh-what happened?”
“Ma’am,” Callahan stepped up.
“I’m fine,” Jonathan muttered.
“Why is he wearing handcuffs?” Joyce grilled.
“Well, your boy assaulted a police officer. That’s why.”
“Take them off.”
“I am afraid I cannot do that.”
“Take them off!” Joyce snapped at the lanky officer.
“You heard her. Take ‘em off!” Hopper boomed.
“Chief, I get everyone’s emotional here, but there’s something you need to see!” Officer Powell said before leading him outside for a moment. When they returned, the chief placed the box full of weapons on the desk.
“What is this?” Joyce asked as she dug through the box.
“Why don’t you ask your son? We found it in his car.”
“Why are you going through my car?” Jonathan asked.
“Is that really the question you should be asking right now?” Hopper placed his hands on the desk. Boy, he had a way of making you feel small. “I wanna see you in my office.”
“You won’t believe me,” Jonathan said quickly.
“Why don’t you give me a try?” Hopper asked softly; it was almost as intimidating as he was yelling. He led the three of you back into his office with Joyce. “Okay. Explanation. Now.”
The next few minutes consisted of telling them everything you saw in the past 24 hours as well as the theories you had surrounding the beast and the whereabouts of the two missing kids.
“You say blood draws this thing?” He asked, looking up from the photo.
“We’re not sure,” Jonathan shrugged.
“It’s just a theory,” You and Nancy said in unison.
“Jonathan, can I talk to you in the hallway for a moment?” And with that, the Byers were gone, leaving you alone with the chief for a moment before he excused himself to deal with the yelling in the lobby.
“You think they’d let me leave to grab some lunch? I’m starving,” You glanced over at Nancy. She gave you another unamused look. “Right. Sorry..”
———
“Jesus Christ,” You muttered as you watched several government officials carry boxes full of the Wheeler’s things back to their cars. “This is all because our brothers were housing that little girl?”
“Must be some important kid,” Jonathan responded.
“Yeah,” You nodded as a conversation between Nancy and Hopper took place outside of the car. “We really need to get to them before these guys do. They do not look friendly..”
“Hey, hey, hey!” You heard Hopper raise his voice, drawing your gazes towards Nancy as she walked away before he grabbed her arm.
“Let go!” She shouted.
“Hey, listen to me!” Hopper said. “The last thing in the world we need is them knowing you’re mixed up in all of this!”
“Mike is over there!” She shouted before looking over at you for help. “Dustin is too!”
“They haven’t found them,” Hopper interrupted before pointing at the helicopter in the sky. “Not yet at least.”
“For Mike?!”
“For Dustin?!” You both yelled in confusion before he threw her back into the car, squeezing you in between the two teenagers and hopping in himself.
“Look, we need to find them before they do,” Hopper continued, looking back at Nancy. “Do you have any idea where they might’ve gone?”
“No, I don’t!” She responded in a whiny voice, almost as if she were talking to a parent.
“What about you?”
“No clue, Chief,” You shook your head. “We haven’t talked about anything other than-.. Oh my god.. He’s been asking me about alternate dimensions and portals. That asshole-“
“Focus!” Hopper interrupted.
“Is there any place that your parents don’t know about that they might go?” Joyce spoke up in a softer tone.
“I don’t know,” Nancy stuttered.
“Y/N?” Hopper asked. You stayed silent for a moment, thinking of a few solutions. “Kid, I’m talking to you-“
“For fuck’s sake, give me a moment to think!” You snapped, having enough of his rude tone. The car fell to silence for about ten seconds before your eyes widened with an idea. “Jonathan! Does Will have a walkie talkie or-.. or a radio that he used to talk to his friends?”
“What does that have to do with anything, Henderson?” Hopper raised his voice.
“No, that’s brilliant!” Jonathan turned to you with wide eyes. “We might not know where they are, but we might have a way to ask them!”
———
As soon as Hop’s car came to a stop, all four of you were already running into the Byers residence, making a beeline to Will’s room. You didn’t miss the way all of the Christmas lights hung in the living room but ignored it as you followed Jonathan into the house. Joyce and her son began searching for the walkie talkie until she finally fished it out from under the bed.
“Here, let me give it a shot. Mike will trust me,” Nancy said before pressing down the button. “Mike, are you there? It’s me, Nancy. Answer! This is an emergency, Mike. Do you copy?… Mike, do you copy?!”
Nothing.
“Let me try,” You said, taking the walkie out of her hand. “Guys, it’s me, Y/N. I know you can hear us. We know you’re in trouble and we know about the girl. We aren’t mad. We just want to help. So please pick up.”
Silence. You all looked around at one another, a little less hopeful than before. Then it occurred to you- they could probably hear you, they just didn’t know who to trust.
“Listen, if Dustin is there, tell him I said Han shot first. Do you copy? Han shot first. Over.”
“What?” Nancy asked.
“He probably thinks it’s a trap. Like he’s getting Lando Calrissian’ed,” You explained, they all looked at you with blank expressions. “From Star Wars? … Seriously? Not one of you has watched Star Wars?”
“Get to the point, kid,” Hopper rolled his eyes.
“Right, sorry. We argue about who shot first in Star Wars like at least once a week. I said it because he won’t be able to resist the urge to-“
“This is Dustin. I copy, over,” Dustin’s voice echoed through the room, making you all sigh in relief. You handed the walkie to the Hopper. “Also, you’re wrong. It was definitely Greedo who shot first. Over.”
“Listen, kid, this is the Chief,” He said. “We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta let us know where you’re at.”
———
“Joyce, I hate to bother you, but do you have anything to eat? I haven’t had anything besides a cup of coffee today,” You asked as you waited Hop to come back with the kids.
“We don’t have much but… Oh, how does a PB&J sound?” She smiled, making you sigh in relief.
“Heavenly.”
You followed her into the kitchen and leaned on the counter as she quickly and skillfully made you the sandwich. She ordered you to take a seat before she poured you a cup of apple juice and gave you a small bag of goldfish.
“You are officially my favorite person,” You said after you swallowed the first bite of your sandwich, making her chuckle. “You know, Will and Jonathan are really lucky to have you.”
“Why do you say that?” She crossed her arms, curious about what you’d say next.
“Well for one, this is the best PB&J I’ve ever had in my life,” You mumbled as you took another quick bite, making her laugh. She knew that she could give you a mud pie and you’d scarf that down just as eagerly. “And most people wouldn’t go nearly as far as you have into investigating their kid’s disappearance. They wouldn’t even consider the possibility of them being in another dimension, let alone put up all of these lights to communicate with them. What you’re doing is very admirable in my opinion… Plus, you’ve got some pretty great kids on your hands.”
You both looked over at Jonathan and Nancy. They leaned in close as the spoke to one another.
“I do, don’t I?” She smiled subconsciously as she looked at her son. “Those two would make a nice couple.”
“I think so too,” You nodded, taking in a mouthful of gold fish and washing it down with the apple juice. “I’ve been trying to play matchmaker. Don’t tell them that, though. I think they’d get mad.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” She grinned. “Thank you, Y/N.“
“Oh, no need to thank me. I’m just telling the truth-“
“No- well, that too, but I meant for your help with all of this. And for keeping an eye on my boy last night. You’re pretty admirable yourself,” She placed a maternal hand on your own and squeezed. You felt your lips give way to a smile of your own before you all heard a car pull into the driveway. All of your heads shot to the front door before you scrambled to your feet and ran outside just in time to see the kids pile out.
“Mike!” Nancy called.
“Dustin!” You bent down to wrap your arms around your little brother. “Jesus, I was so scared. Never do something like that again, asshole. I’m on your team, remember?”
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled into your shoulder.
“Sorry?” You pulled away, holding his shoulders as you spoke firmly to him. “You played me like a damn pawn! Asking me about alternate dimensions.”
He stayed silent, looking at your stern face with wide eyes before watching it melt into a smile.
“I’m so proud of you,” You chuckled, wrapping your arm around him as you both turned towards the girl. “You’re getting good at the art of subtlety.”
“Is that my dress?” Nancy asked.
You all shuffled back inside and sat on the couch, listening to Mike recite word-for-word what you’d told him on the day of Will’s funeral; he even used the flea and acrobat example.
“Y/N said that the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space,” He finished.
“A gate,” Your brother added.
“That we tracked to Hawkins lab,” Lucas nodded.
“With our compasses,” Dustin said. Your lips parted.
“That’s why you asked me about a compass being broken…” You said under your breath before realizing everyone’s eyes were on you. “Tell ‘em, Dustin.”
“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field, and that can change the directions of a compass needle,” He finished. You’d never felt more proud of him.
“Is this gate underground?” Hopper questioned.
“Yes,” The girl finally spoke.
“Near a large water tank?”
“Yes.”
“H-How do you know all that?” Your brother stuttered.
“He’s seen it..” Mike muttered.
“Is there any way that you could… that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this-“
“The Upside Down,” The girl spoke.
“Down.. Yeah..” Joyce whispered. The girl nodded.
“And our friend Barbara?” Nancy asked. “Can you find her too?”
Within a couple of minutes, you’d set up the walkie and the picture of Barb on the kitchen table as the small girl closed her eyes. You settled right beside her, leaning on your brother’s shoulder from behind him as you watch her work her magic. The static from the walkie increased before the light above you all flickered. The girl opened her eyes again with a sad and scared look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” She whispered.
“What?” Joyce stammered. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I can’t find them,” The girl’s voice broke as her eyes began to tear up.
“Hey, hey, it’s El, right?” You said softly, crouching down beside her and smiling softly. “It’s okay. We aren’t mad at you. You did great! I’m sure you’re just tired from everything you’ve had to go through today.”
You wiped the tear that ran down her cheek before patting her shoulder.
“Tell you what,” You squeezed her arm gently. “How about you go splash your face with some cold water? That always helps me calm down. When you’re ready, then we can try again, okay?”
“Okay,” She said in a small voice. You moved out of her way before she made her way to the bathroom. You turned to the kids with a look of confusion before they all began explaining what that was about.
“The more she used her powers, she gets weak.”
“The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets.”
“Like she flipped the van earlier.”
“It was awesome.”
“But she’s drained.”
“Like a bad battery.”
“But how do we make her better?” Nancy questioned.
“We don’t. We just have to wait and try again,” Mike said.
“Well, how long?” She huffed.
“I don’t know,” He shrugged.
“Has she eaten? Maybe she just needs to refuel,” Jonathan furrowed his brows.
“I don’t think it works like that,” Mike shook his head.
“What do we do then?”
“The bath,” A small voice said from behind all of you. “I can find them. In the bath.”
“Y/N,” Dustin quickly turned to you. “How do we built a sensory deprivation tank?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?”
“Because you know everything!” Lucas all but shouted.
“I don’t… But I think I know who might,” You turned to Dustin. “How do you feel about giving Mr. Clarke a call?”
“Yellow pages!” He shouted. “Stat!”
Within a minute, you found his number and recited it to Dustin before you all sat around and heard him convince his teacher to tell him everything he knew about sensory deprivation tanks. It was awe inducing, watching his mind at work as he scribbled down everything he was hearing over the phone.
“I can’t believe he convinced that man to tell him everything at this time of night,” Joyce whispered to you. “That brother of yours is going places.”
“Yeah, with that charisma? Either Princeton or prison. But hey, that’s places,” You muttered, making the older kids and adults around you smile or chuckle as he hung up the phone.
“Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?” He asked Joyce.
“I think so,” She looked at her son for confirmation. He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good, then we just need salt. Lots of it.”
“How much is lots?” Hopper chimed in. You looked down at your brother’s paper.
“Jesus! 1,500 pounds?!” You blinked. “Where are we gonna get that much salt?”
———
“Alright, Y/N, what’s the game plan?” The chief looked back at all of the kids stuffed in his backseat like sardines as he parked the car. You all got out and everyone gathered around you.
“M-me? Why me?” You stammered.
“Because you’re the brains. Now, what’s the plan?”
“Uh,” You took a deep breath as you sorted out the groups in your head before you continued. “Okay, we need muscle for those salt sacks. Jonathan and Hopper, load those up and meet me in the gym with 1500 pounds of it.”
“On it. Come on, kid,” He said before walking off with Jonathan.
“Lucas, show Joyce where the science lab is. Give her a pair of goggles and duct tape. Then grab a thermometer and meet me in the gym,” You continued. “Joyce, I’m gonna need you to tape those goggles all around, make sure not an ounce of light can get in there.”
“Follow me,” Lucas said before leading the girls inside.
“You two go grab some hoses, long ones, from the storage house near the field,” You said to the Wheelers. “Then go to the storage closet near the gym and plug one in to the hot faucet and the other to the cold. Then bring those hoses out to the kiddie pool. Nance, I’m gonna need you to stay in there so you can control the temperature.”
“Got it,” She nodded, taking her brother’s arm and jogging out to the field.
“What about me?” Dustin asked.
“You and I are gonna set up this pool in the middle of the basketball court,” You said, grabbing it from the trunk. “Fuck, it’s heavy. Get the door! Get the door!”
“How does this even work?” Dustin huffed as you unraveled the pool on the court.
“Got the thermometer! What now?” Lucas sprinted into the gym.
“Set it down and grab that side!” You pointed before readjusting yourself. You all held it in place until Nancy came in with the hoses and set them up as Mike held the other sides into the pool.
Lucas held the thermometer and yelled a series of “COLDER!“s and “WARMER!”s and “RIGHT THERE!”s.
Dustin ran to grab some eggs for the buoyancy test, coming back in just as Hopper and Jonathan cut into the sacks of salt and poured them in. Mike set up the walkie. Eleven took her socks watch off before Joyce handed her the goggles.
It was time.
You all gathered around the makeshift tank; you took your usual seat in between your brother and Lucas. It only took about a minute after the girl put on her goggles and began floating in the water that the lights began to flicker. You bit your lip nervously as you watched her in silence for a few moments.
“Barbara?” Her small voice asked, getting your full attention. She didn’t move a muscle. You looked up at Nancy who already had her gaze set on you from the other side of the pool. Suddenly, the girl started to breath harder and the electricity began pulsating around you.
“What’s going on?” Nancy asked.
“I don’t know,” Mike muttered.
“Is Barb okay?” Nancy spoke with urgency.
“Is she okay?” You echoed.
“Gone. Gone,” Eleven gasped out. “Gone. Gone! GONE!”
You clenched your eyes shut in a heart shattering disappointment, all hope that you held out for your long time friend finally was put to rest alongside her. You shook your head as you felt the hot tears build up behind your lids.
Two small hands from either side of you squeezed your own. You opened your teary eyes to see the boys smiling sadly as they held your hands. You squeezed their hands back as you continued to watch as Joyce calmed the girl down.
You didn’t even want to think what state El saw your friend in to earn that reaction.
“Castle Byers,” She muttered again as she settled down. “Will?”
“You tell him- tell him I’m coming,” Joyce gasped. “Mom is coming.”
“Hurry,” Will’s weak muttering echoed through the room from the walkie.
“Okay. Listen, you tell him to- to stay where he is. We’re coming. We’re coming, okay?”
You continued to hear small whimpers over the speaker before Eleven suddenly sat up, making you all jump. Joyce wrapped her arms around the girl, praising her for a job well done.
Nancy could no longer sit there and watch; she shot to her feet and make a beeline to the doors. You followed behind her, calling her name through the hallways, only catching up to her when you jogged to her side.
“Nance,” You breathed, gently grabbing her arm. “Hey, talk to me.”
“Gone?” She choked out, finally turning to face you. Her tear stained cheeks and blood shot eyes only made your heartbreak more. You nodded, feeling your own tears make their way down your face.
“I can’t believe it either,” You whispered, letting go of her to wipe at your cheeks.
“You saw that little girl’s reaction, Y/N,” Nancy sobbed, walking over to the painted wall before leaning back and looking up. “She-She was scared! I can’t stop wondering how she found her. What state was Barb in to elicit that response?”
“I don’t know,” You breathed as you watched her slide down and wrap her arms around her knees. “I don’t even know if I want to know. Because all I could think about was-“
“The deer?” She sniffled, making your heart sink. You nodded. You took a seat to her right, leaning into her as she took your hand into hers. She simply allowed you to put your head on her shoulder, letting her own fall into yours after a moment.
You watched as Hopper, Joyce, and Jonathan all walked by and caught a glimpse of their conversation; they wanted to go into the Upside Down.
“We need to go back,” You sat up, earning her gaze. “They have no idea what they’re dealing with. If we don’t help, they’ll be dead within the hour.”
“You’re right,” She nodded. “We should-“
She paused as the door opened, revealing an upset Jonathan. His annoyed face melted when he saw the two teary eyed girls sitting in front of the wall mural. He took a seat on the other side of Nancy.
“We have to go back to the station,” You said.
“What?” He asked.
“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait,” Nancy continued. “That thing is still in there.”
“We can’t just sit here and let it get them too. We can’t,” You finished, finally looking over only to see that neither of them were making eye contact. Their gazes were stuck on the ground ahead of them.
“You guys still wanna try it out?” He asked.
“I wanna finish what we started,” Nancy spoke firmly. “I want to kill it.”
“Me too.”
You both looked over at Jonathan. He bit his lip in thought for a moment before finally nodding.
“Okay,” He said. “Let’s go.”
———
You quietly pulled the station’s entrance door before checking to see if the coast was clear. It was not. You covered your mouth with your finger before using it to point at the cop sitting lazily as he listened to the radio. Your friends nodded before you all tiptoed into Hopper’s office.
Jonathan grabbed the box. Nancy grabbed the fire extinguisher. You grabbed the bat you’d left earlier in the day.
“Ready?” Jonathan turned back and looked at you both.
“Ready.”
Chapter 8 ->
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harringrove prompt: making up after a fight! or a glimpse into their typical saturday night 💞
“What are you in the mood for tonight? I could make us some pasta or we could be lazy and order Chinese. It’s your choice.” Steve turns to Billy, hands on his hips.
“I don’t want anything,” Billy replies in a dry, angry tone. He hasn’t even turned to look at Steve.
This is the thing. Billy doesn’t fire back at Steve anymore when he’s angry; he goes silent, avoids Steve until his anger has melted away completely. Steve knows he’s working hard on managing his emotions, knows it’s best for Billy to talk things through when he’s calm—but selfishly, Steve wishes Billy would’ve just yelled at him so they could be done being angry. It’s their first free day together in almost two weeks and Steve misses him, craves his touch, his lips.
Steve takes a deep breath in and rounds the small isle of their kitchen. Their apartment is tiny but he loves it. Steve doesn’t need space, he wants to bump into Billy as the both walk down the small corridor to their bedroom, he likes being able to see Billy reading in the living room as he reheats food from the day before. Their bathroom is the smallest bathroom Steve has ever seen but he loves feeling Billy’s arm slightly touching his as they wash their teeth in the morning. But Steve knows Billy needs space when he’s angry, that the house feels suffocating to him sometimes—so he stays in the kitchen, resting his weight against the isle.
“I’m sorry,” Steve mutters.
For a moment, he thinks Billy hasn’t heard him but the blond finally turns his head to look at him.
“Steve, leave it.”
“I was stupid, okay?” Steve takes a step forward, arms crossed in front of his chest. “I’m a bit weird about… rats.” He looks elsewhere and shrugs. “But this is your flat too, if you want one I’ll have to accept it.”
When he looks back at Billy he can see something has changed on that face he adores so much; the little lines around Billy’s big eyes are faintly there, a smile waiting to break free.
“It’s just a hamster, Steve.” Billy bites the inside of his cheek, a smirk on his lips.
Steve feels the tension lifting up and walks up to him. “Hamster, rat.” He fakes a shiver and plops himself on the couch, next to Billy. “Rodents.”
Steve is exaggerating, on purpose, knowing his faked stupidity will make Billy lighten up. And, it works. Billy finally lets out a laugh, his eyes sparkle.
“Rodents. Jesus Christ, Harrington.” Billy throws his head against a cushion. “You’re such an idiot.”
“I could always get a snake. If the rat—sorry, hamster—disappears… Well, it was simply natural selection.”
Billy’s laugh fades but his eyes stay on Steve’s, looking deep into them. Steve sees the adoration there, the love. That’s his Billy. Everything’s okay.
“Chinese,” Billy says after a minute.
“The pasta might be quicker, if you’re hungry.”
“I rather wait.” Billy’s teasing him, Steve knows that tone.
“I could make you Arrabiata!” Steve exclaims in faked excitement.
“God, no. I rather you feed it to my soon-to-be hamster.”
“It’d die,” Steve says, deadpan. “It might all work out for me in the end.” Steve gets up from the couch with a giggle.
Billy lets out a gasp and throws the cushion from behind his head towards Steve, slamming it against his bum.
“Chinese it is then,” Steve says without looking back, a big smile on his face.
#thank you for the prompt 🥹🤍#i tried to mix it !!!!!!#hope you like it!!!#i’m a bit rusty 😭#w: ficlet#inbox#harringrove#billy hargrove#billy x steve#steve x billy#lu tries to write
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Fits of Passion and Idiocy | eddie munson
CONTAINS SPOILERS
fandom | Stanger Things
character | Eddie Munson
reader | he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)
requested | anonymous
warnings | brief mention of drugs, canon character death, fandom typical blood & violence, mild angst
word count | 14,814
keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (L/n) = Last name, (f/c) = favorite color, (D/n) = Dog's name
summary | eddie fix it fic PLEASE im begging literally you an do anything you want just fix it my heart was BROKEN
editor | @feliscatus-exe
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“So, uh, speaking of monsters, uh, Lucas has to do his, uh… balls-in-laundry-baskets game. So…” Dustin trails off, chuckling. “He’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.” His attempt to lighten the mood while talking about such a thing seems to have no sway on Eddie.
“And I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and mike, we were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that ma-maybe we- we might-”
“Postpone.” Mike cuts his rambling short.
“Postpone!?” The rest of the Hellfire Club shouts in anger. They begin talking over each other, most of their sentences overlapping and inaudible.
“Shut up!” Eddie shouts over everyone else. Gareth sighs and swallows his frustration.
“You saying Sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side?” Eddie asks.
“Uh. Something like that.” Mike replies.
“Something like that?” Eddie hisses as he throws a pretzel at him.
“Jesus Christ.” Dustin whispers, his voice high-pitched and somewhat trembling.
“And rather than find a sub for him, you want… you want to postpone ‘The Cult of Vecna’?” He asks, another pretzel in his hand. Whether for eating or throwing, they’re unsure.
“I… I don’t want to postpone it. We don’t want to postpone it. It’s just that, you know, most of the subs will be at the championship game.” Mike begins to plead his case, but Eddie stands up from his chair halfway through his sentence.
“Oh, it’s the championship game?” He asks.
“Yeah?” He replies, his words coming out as more of a question than an answer.
“Can I level with you? Jeff graduates this year. Gareth’s got, what? A year and a half? Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O’Donnell’s. If I don’t blow her final, I’m gonna walk that stage next month, I’m gonna look principal Higgins dead in the eye, I’m gonna flip him the bird, I’m gonna snatch that diploma, and I’m gonna run like hell outta here.” He’d made his way around the entire table by the end of his spiel, pumping up the theatrics as he always did, which made Dustin laugh.
“Didn’t you say that last year?” Gareth asks.
“And the year before that?” Jeff chimes in. Eddie half jogs back to the table.
“Yeah, yeah, and I was full of shit. This year’s different. This year is my year. I can feel it. ‘86 baby.” He relays with a shit-eating grin—the rest of the group chuckles.
“You know what that means?” Eddie asks. Dustin and Mike shake their heads.
“It means you boys are the future of Hellfire. I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table right over there, looking like… looking like two little lost sheep.” He says, leaning down to the boys' level with his hands on either of their shoulders.
“You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt, which I thought was brave,” Eddie says to Dustin.
“Thank you.” He replies, his voice hardly even a whisper.
“Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from goddamn Gap,” Eddie says to Mike, causing them to laugh much louder than before. At the moment their guards were down, Eddie pulls them up from their chairs by their shirts, forcing them to walk alongside him.
“And we showed you that school didn’t have to be the worst years of your lives, right?” He asks.
“No,” Mike replies.
“Okay, no, no. Well, I’m here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help. Who need you. And all you guys gotta do is get your Bo-Peeps on and go and find one.” He says, giving them one final shove away from the table.
>><<
Mike and Dustin groan as they sit on the brick wall surrounding the outside benches.
“I hate high school,” Mike says. Dustin grunts in response. As he looks away from Mike, he notices something in the distance.
“Hey hey look, two o’clock.” He says. Mike looks in the opposite direction of two o’clock, seeing as he’d never learned what that meant. Dustin rolled his eyes and pointed.
“Over there dipshit.” He said. They watched as a (f/c) backpack with a D20 keychain on the zipper disappeared into the library. He looked at Mike as Mike looked at him, presumably having the same thought. They both stood up and rushed toward the building, throwing the doors open fervently.
“Where did he go?” Dustin whisper-shouted.
“I-I don’t know Dustin! Maybe we should look for him in the aisles.” Mike replied. Dustin sighed as he walked further into the library, checking behind every shelf for any sign of life. Finally, he’d found you, all the way in the back where you were putting books back on the shelf.
“You!” He shouted. You jumped, so startled by the loud outburst that you dropped the book you were holding. You bent over to pick it up and turned around to see who was bothering you. You looked down at who you could only assume was a freshman.
“Please keep it down. Library policy. Do you need help finding a book or something?” You asked. A second freshman rounded the corner and walked to stand next to the first.
“You play DnD.” The one with curly hair stated, almost matter-of-factly. You raised your eyebrows.
“Um… No. I don’t.” You replied as you turned away from him, starting to put the books back once again.
“Then why do you have a D20 keychain?” He asked. You sighed.
“Because I used to play.” You said.
“So you know how?” He asked.
“Well, yeah, but the last time I played was like four years ago. Plus, why do you care? I don’t even know you.” You replied.
“I’m Dustin Henderson and this is Mike Wheeler. We’re part of the Hellfire club and we need someone to sub in for the campaign tonight. So will you?” He asks, his voice desperate.
“No.” You reply simply.
“W-What? Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously. Truly. No.” You say, turning around to face him. Dustin looks at Mike, silently asking him for help but Mike only shrugs in response. Dustin sighs and turns back to you. He notices the school ID around your neck and reads your name, before deciding to take a page out of Eddie’s book.
“Can I level with you for a moment (Y/n)?” He asks. You raise your eyebrows at the use of your name.
“We need you, so I’m willing to sweeten the deal on your end.” He says. You scoff.
“Dude, you know nothing about me. How could you possibly ‘sweeten the deal’?” You ask, putting air quotes around what he’d said.
“Well everybody loves movies! I can make it so you don’t have to pay to rent a movie for the next month.” He replies. You raise your eyebrows.
“Oh yeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that Dustin Henderson?” You say, leaning on the cart of books.
“I have a buddy who works at Family Video. He’ll waive your fee for the next month, I swear.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“I’ll pay!” He shouts.
“Shhh!” You shout back at him.
“Sorry. Sorry.” He whispers. You roll your eyes.
“So you’ll get your buddy to waive my movie rental fee for the next month if I play DnD with you for one night?” You ask. Dustin nods. You think for a second before sighing.
“Alright fine. But I swear to God if you try to pull a fast one on me, I’ll make your life hell. And I mean it, kid.” You say, poking your finger into his chest.
“Yes! You won’t regret this (Y/n)! Come on Mike!” He says as he bolts out the library doors with his friend in tow.
“You think Steve will let him rent for free?” Mike asked.
“Who cares? We have found a sub for tonight and that’s all that matters.”
>><<
The leader of the Hellfire Club sits on his throne. Hands folded together as he eyes you standing next to Dustin and Mike.
“Absolutely not.” He says after a pause of silence.
“You asked for a sub. We delivered.” Dustin said as he motioned toward you.
“This is Hellfire Club. Not Sports club.” He says, pointing at your Indiana Hoosiers T-shirt. You rolled your eyes.
“It was the only shirt I had clean. Plus, it’s comfortable you elitist piece of shit.”
“My, my. The sports fan knows big words.” Eddie replies, eliciting chuckles from his friends. He stands up from his throne, walking toward you.
“So, what’s your name, sports fan?”
“(Y/n) (L/n).” You reply. He laughs.
“So you’re the boy who works in the library.” You scoff and turn to Dustin.
“Wow, intuitive, isn’t he?” You say, earning a laugh from his friends. He turns and glares at them, shutting them up immediately.
“What’s your class and level? Level one half-orc?” He asks, once again earning laughter from his buddies.
“My name is Akzire the Wretched. And I’m a chaotic neutral Tiefling Fighter, level 15. And I will valiantly protect my party members by beheading any monster you throw my way with my scimitar. And I will brandish their head for all to see as a token of my victory. So, we gonna do this, or are you gonna keep pestering me like you’re a little girl in need of attention?” You ask. The five members stare at you as you face off with Eddie, shocked at how effortlessly you’ve challenged him. They wait in stunned silence, but after a moment, he breaks out into a cheeky smile and offers you his hand to shake.
“Welcome to Hellfire.” He says. You roll your eyes one last time, but with a smile, as you shake his hand.
>><<
You sit at the table, listening intently as Eddie relays his campaign onto the club.
“The hooded cultists chant, ‘Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.’ They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!” He shouts, covering his own with his hand. The party erupts in protests, strings of “no”s and “come on man”s.
“Vecna’s dead!” Jeff shouts.
“He was killed by Kas!” Mike yells, to which Eddie smirks at.
“So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought. But Vecna… Lives!” He exclaims, placing the figurine on its podium with unmatched vigor. He resigns back to his throne.
“You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or stand your ground and fight?” He asks. Mike reclines in his seat as Dustin ponders the options.
“Come on.” Eddie prods. After a few seconds, he speaks up.
“I say we fight. To the death.” He states.
“To the death.” Mike agrees, nodding his head. They look toward you. You sigh.
“Fuck it. To the death.” You reply. The rest of the table breaks out into smiles.
“To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death!” Everyone chants while slamming their palms down. Eddie’s large smile is plastered on his face as he watches.
“To the death!” Dustin screams as he pumps his fists in the air. You grab the dice and roll, watching as they slide over the surface of the table. They all shout in triumph, some even clapping. It’s Mike's turn to roll, but it lands on 8, a miss. Eddie pushes over his figurine and the club begins to groan in protest. Jeff rolls. Miss. Miss after miss after miss and Eddie begins to laugh maniacally.
“Time out time out!” One of the members calls. You all step away from the table and huddle up.
“Guys, I hate to say this, but we've got to flee,” Gareth says, clear tiredness in his tone.
“I concur.” The person who called the time-out replies.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t we just agree on ‘to the death’?” You asked.
“That wasn’t literal,” Gareth replies.
“Vecna just decimated us. We can’t kill him with two players.” Jeff argues. You sigh and turn to Dustin, who’s already on the defense.
“You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don’t be pussies.” He practically growls.
“Pussies? Really? Cause we’re not delusional.”
“Delusional? How about ‘not cowards’.” You retort.
“Hey!” Eddie calls from across the room, grabbing everyone’s attention and breaking the huddle.
“If I may interject gentlemen. Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?” He says, that cheeky shit-eating grin back on his face. It would make you furious if part of you didn’t find it so cute. Dustin holds up a finger.
“One sec.” He says before reforming the huddle circle.
“What do you think Mike?” He asks.
“How many hit points do you and Akzire have left?”
“Twelve.” Both you and Dustin proclaim in unison.
“It’s risky as hell… But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” Mike says. You sigh and look at Dustin.
“What do you say Akzire the Wretched?” He asks. You smile.
“Do you even have to ask?” You reply. A moment of silence hangs over the Hellfire Club as Dustin contemplates.
“Screw it.” He finally mutters, pulling away from the huddle.
“Let’s kill this son of a bitch.” He states. Everyone approaches the table.
“The chances of success are 20-to-1,” Jeff says. Dustin holds up his finger.
“Never tell me the odds. Give me the D20.” He demands, holding his open palm out. Eddie picks up the die with that damn smile painted on his face and tosses it toward him. He catches it and holds his hands over his shoulder, shaking it vigorously. You watch with bated breath as he tosses it. It rolls and rolls and rolls until finally… 11.
“That's! A! Miss!” Eddie calls out, shaking his head after every word.
“Shit! Shit!” Dustin shouts, and in his anger, he knocks one of the soda cans off the table. But now, you were up. The entire game hinged on your role, and you could feel every bit of pressure as you picked up the die. You closed your eyes and shook it in your hands, feeling the intense stares on you as you did so.
“Please!” You could hear Gareth shout beside you.
“Come on!” Dustin called out. But their words fell on unlistening ears. You were too focused on the cool feeling of the die gently hitting the palms that encased it. Finally, without thinking about it, you released it. Watching with unmatched intensity as it rolled, the quiet clacking against the wooden table sounded immeasurable in magnitude. And then, it reached the end of its road. No more cascading down the table. It stopped. And it landed with the 20 side facing up.
“Crit hit!” You shouted, the rest of the club exploding in cheers alongside you.
“What? What?” Eddie shouted in disbelief, laughing and clapping his hands.
“That’s why we play!” He said, bending over and extending his arms, almost as if he was presenting your victory to someone. You smiled, much brighter than you had in a long time. Maybe this Hellfire thing wasn’t so bad after all.
>><<
You whistled as you pulled your car into the parking lot of the Family Video, double-checking the address Dustin had written down for you. It seemed like it was the right one so you put your car in park and gathered your keys and wallet. As you were doing so, you saw Dustin rush into the store, a redheaded girl following right behind him. What perfect timing.
Nobody paid you any mind as you walked into the store, perusing their many isles of movies, searching for something that may come of interest to you. Dustin was behind the counter with the redhead you saw earlier and two people you vaguely recognized from school.
You shuffled through the shelves closest to the front counter. It was by pure happenstance that you heard their conversations. Dustin, along with the two girls you didn't know were all on the phone, and it sounded like they were talking about Eddie, meanwhile, the older guy was cheesing up a customer with some romcom, which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at.
“Hey, guys, I might have a lead.” The redhead called out as she hung up the phone.
“Seriously?” Dustin asked as he turned around in his chair to look at her.
“Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.” She replies. You whistled as you approach the counter, having decided which movies you wanted to take home.
“Now that is a name I haven’t heard in a minute,” You say, setting your items down.
“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” Dustin asks. You shrug and push your tapes toward the worker.
“Cashing in on the sweet deal Dustin gave me to play DnD with him.” You reply. This statement catches the older guy's interest and he walks over.
“Wait wait wait. What’s he talking about Dustin?” He asks.
“Shit. Now, before you get mad at me Steve, I was desperate.”
“Dustin. What. Did. You. Do.” He demands, dropping his palms on the counter. Dustin sighs and closes his eyes.
“I may or may not have told him he could get movies here without paying the rental fee.” He says, getting the words out as fast as he could.
“You did what?!” Steve asks. You smile and lean your head on your palm, which you lean on the counter.
“For a month.” You interject. Steve looks at you and then at Dustin.
“For a month?!” He shouts. Dustin rolls his eyes.
“H-Honestly Steve it’s not that big of a deal. You can just-”
“Not that big of a deal? Not that big of a deal!? You have the nerve to- to-to-”
“Pimp you out?” You suggest.
“Pimp me out! Thank you (Y/n). And then tell me it’s not a big deal. Who do you think-”
“Guys shut up!” The redhead silenced them. They did so without question and she turned to you.
“You said you hadn’t heard that name for a while. Reefer Rick?” She asks. You nod.
“I used to hang at his place and get high before he got busted.” You reply, tracing your finger along the cover of the VHS on the counter.
“You smoke?” Steve asks, obviously perplexed by this fact. You shrugged.
“There ain’t exactly much else to do in this shithole town.” You reply.
“But that means you know where he lives? That-That’s great! Get me a pen so I can write it down!” Dustin says, searching for a piece of paper.
“Now hold on there Dustin. I’m not just going to give you the address. What kind of a person would that make me?” You reply innocently, but before he can speak, you continue.
“At least… not for free.”
“Jesus Christ (Y/n) seriously? Now is not the time to dick around.” Dustin practically yells at you.
“Who’s he gonna pimp out this time?” The older girl said as she nudged Steve. You chuckle as you hold your hand up.
“I don’t want anything supermassive. Free movies for a month are profit enough. I just want to tag along. Be a part of the know, you know?” You reply. Dustin looks at the redhead who shakes her head.
“(Y/n), I don’t think you want to know this know, okay. It’s in your better interest to just give us the address and forget this ever happened.” He said, placing a sticky note and pen in front of you. You raise your eyebrows and sigh.
“Alright, fine.” You say, grabbing the pen and writing on the paper. Once you were done you slid it over to him. He grabbed it with fervor but paused when he read it. Not a chance kid.
“I told you. I want all the details, or you guys will never find Reefer Rick. Well… you might but, it could be too late.” You say, gathering the VHSs you’d set down.
“But if you guys don’t want to know, I'll just be on my way.” You walk away from the service desk, hearing Dustin string out profanities.
“(Y/n)! Wait.” He calls out. You turn around, a coy smile on your face.
“We’ll tell you on the way there, 'cause it’s a long story.” He says with a sigh. You smile and grab your car keys from your pocket.
“Shall we?”
>><<
“So just to recap. Chrissy Cunningham is dead, last seen with Eddie Munson in his trailer by you, Max Mayfield, but you didn’t go straight to the cops with this information, instead, you go to Dustin Henderson's house to tell him, and even after that you still don’t go to the cops, you go to Family Video where you relay the entire situation to your friends Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, and might I just add it’s a bit concerning how many young adults you’re friends with. What is it now, four?” You say, your hands on the steering wheel of your car.
“Wow, he’s got a great memory. When did we even tell you our last names?” Robin asks.
“I recognized you two from the yearbook.” You said with a shrug. The familiar sound of gravel on your tires was somewhat pleasant as you pulled to the side of the house. The sun had long since set, so most were carrying flashlights as they approached the door and rang the doorbell. Waiting not even a second before the first bell finishes, he rings it again. He rings it seven more times before he starts to bang on the window.
“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve says, but you knew he wouldn’t give up that easy. And true to your thoughts, he leans over and yells into the window.
“Eddie! It’s Dustin!”
“Great.”
“Look, we just wanna talk okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help.” He shouts as he pounds on the glass pane.
“Eddie!”
“Shhh!” Robin shouts at him. He begins to ring the doorbell again.
“Rick!” He calls out as he pounds in the door.
“Is he always like this?” You whisper to Steve. He sighs and nods.
“Reefer rick!” Dustin yells.
“Don’t scream that.” Steve scolds him.
“Rick!”
“He’s not there!” You turn your attention away from the loud door pounding and their incessant bickering to see Max making her way around the house.
“Reefer Rick!” Dustin’s shouting pulls your attention back to him.
“Just-”
“He might just be really high…” Dustin suggests.
“Is that a foot?” Steve asks. You roll your eyes.
“No, that’s just a shoe,” Dustin replies.
“Obviously dumbass.” You mutter.
“Hey, guys!” Max shouts. Everyone looks at her for a brief second before leaving the front porch and stationing behind her. There was an eerie-looking boat house staring back at you.
“Despite it being a terrible idea, why do I have the feeling that we’re gonna go poking around in there?” You asked. Max looked over her shoulder at you before looking back at the boathouse. She slowly approached it, shining her light in the windows. You sighed.
“Yep. How did I know?” You say as you roll your eyes and follow close behind her. Once you’d made a full circle around the building, you reached the door. Robin was the first to push it open.
“Hello?” She called out to the vast darkness.
“Is anyone home?” She said, sweeping her flashlight across the room. She stepped inside, Max following her. Then Dustin, then you, then Steve bringing up the tail end.
“What a dump.” He said, looking around.
“Yeah well, I’m sure Eddie wouldn’t be hiding out in the Hilton.” You replied. Steve rolled his eyes and clicked off his flashlight so he could put it away. Once he did, he grabbed what looked to be an oar off the wall and began to violently poke whatever the tarp covered in the center of the room.
“What are you doing?” Dustin asks. Steve responded by poking it again. Dustin repeated his question and Steve shrugged.
“He might be in here.”
“So take the tarp off!” Dustin exclaimed while Steve continued to mess with it.
“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” He replied. They both continued to circle the boat, neither of them removing the tarp.
“Hey, look over here,” Max called. You and Robin walked to her side, examining whatever she was ushering to.
“Someone was here.” She said, picking up the wrappers scattered access the surface.
“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.”
“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin replied sarcastically.
“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-” Steve was cut off by the sound of glass shattering and movement so fast you could barely perceive it. Eddie had emerged from the tarp and was backing steve against a wall, holding the jagged edges of the broken glass bottle toward his throat.
“Wait wait wait wait wait!” Steve shrieked in horror. You speechlessly watched, unsure of what you could do.
“Woah, woah, woah, Eddie! Eddie! Stop! Eddie! Eddie!” Dustin called out as you all rushed toward him but still kept a reasonable distance. Eddie turned his head to stare at him. His eyes were wide with terror, and you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d gotten yourself into.
“It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”
“Right. Yeah.” Steve replied meekly, his voice hardly above a whisper.
“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin asked. There’s a quiet thud as Steve does what he’s told, but in doing so Eddie only pushes the bottle closer to steve's neck. He groans in pain and fear.
“He’s cool. He’s cool!” Dustin shouts.
“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.” Steve practically begs.
“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, his voice is rough and terrified, so much different than the way he’d sounded that night at hellfire.
“We’re looking for you,” Dustin says softly.
“We’re here to help.” Robin chimes in.
“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band.” Dustin says, ushering to the girl behind him, who mimics playing trumpet.
“And (Y/n), from Hellfire. You remember him, right?” He says. You give a weak smile from behind Dustin, waving at Eddie.
“This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play, D&D. Eddie. We’re on your side. I swear on my mother. Right guys?”
“Yes. Yes. We swear.” Max pleaded.
“On Dustin’s mother,” Robin replied.
“Yeah. Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve chimed in. There’s a moment of silence that seems to last forever before Eddie finally pulls away from Steve, who gasps in relief.
“Jesus christ…” He mumbles to himself. You watch Eddie walk away, sinking down the wall until he’s sitting. Dustin approaches him.
“Eddie… We just want to talk.” His words are slow as he stoops to Eddie’s level. He gently reaches for the broken bottle, but Eddie flinches away.
“Okay…” He whispers, removing his hands.
“We want to know what happened,” Robin said as she knelt next to Dustin. Eddie sniffles and shakes his head, looking at her.
“You won’t believe me.” He says, making eye contact with you for a split second before looking away.
“Try us,” Max replies. Eddie stares at her before standing up and slowly beginning to pace. He seems to be psyching himself out. Dustin adjusts his position, as do the rest of you as you wait for him. He pulled a chair in front of everyone and sat down, looking at his hands in his lap for a few more minutes before finally looking back up.
“Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh… and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones… Uh, she…” He seems to whimper at the thought and his voice becomes shakier as he continues.
“Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It… It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I… I didn’t know what to do, so I…I ran away. I left her there.” He pauses for a second before scoffing.
“You all think I’m crazy, right?”
“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.”
“We don’t?” You whisper, not wanting him to hear. Steve nudges you in the side and gives you a look which you’re tempted to argue with but stop when Eddie begins to yell.
“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.” His voice cracks.
“We’re not bullshitting you,” Max says.
“We believe you,” Robin interjects. Maybe you missed the memo because it seems like everyone else was on the same page. Dustin was right, you were in way over your head.
“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little, difficult to take,” Dustin says.
“Okay,” Eddie replies.
“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not way off… There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.” You were just as perplexed as Eddie seemed to be.
“Like ghosts and shit?” He asks. You snicker quietly, earning a glare from Max before she turns back to Eddie to continue.
“There are some things worse than ghosts.” She replies.
“These monsters from this other world… we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.”
“If they’re back again, we need to know,” Max says, her voice firm, demanding almost.
“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asks.
“Dark particles, maybe?” Max adds on. Eddie shakes his head.
“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”
“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh… or touch… You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something.”
“Or under a spell,” Dustin suggests. Eddie looks at him.
“A curse.” He whispers.
“Vecna’s curse.”
“You don’t mean from…” You trail off, mostly thinking out loud rather than talking to anyone. Dustin nods, and steve looks at him confused.
“Who’s Vecna?” He asks.
“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin replies.
“A spell caster,” Eddie adds, meeting his gaze with yours.
“A dark wizard,” Dustin whispers. You remembered the horrors you’d read about him in your books. But that’s all they were. Books. Works of fiction. These people you’d known for a combined total of a few hours couldn’t possibly be trying to convince you otherwise, right?
“Sorry, did I miss a chapter or something? Cause if Eddie’s not the crazy one here then I think I might be. What the fuck is going on?” You asked. Max sighed.
“It’s a long story.”
“And very unbelievable,” Robin says with a slight chuckle. You closed your eyes and rubbed your temples.
“Condense it and consider me open-minded.” You replied, leaning against the wooden pillar behind you.
“A few years ago our friend Will was kidnapped by a monster from the upside down, that’s what we call that other world we mentioned earlier. We found this girl, Eleven or El as we called her and she has superpowers. She fought the Demogorgon, the monster that kidnapped Will, and we thought she died after that but turns out she was just being kept hidden by Hopper, the chief of police. Will tried to return to normal life but failed since he now had some sort of connection to the upside down and could see into it, causing a new monster to possess him, The Mind Flayer. We were able to defeat him, or so we thought. He returned, this time with Russians on his side.”
“Russians!?” You exclaim.
“That’s where we come in!” Robin said with a smile. Steve scoffs.
“Correction, that’s where you come in. I was there since the Demogorgon.” He replies.
“Ehhh, more like since Dart,” Dustin says.
“Who’s Dart?” You ask.
“Not integral to the story. Back to the Russians. They were running an underground operation with a mall as the front. Eleven returns, another victory, yadda yadda. They move to California to escape the craziness of Hawkins but we’re still here, thus still having to deal with it.”
“And now there’s a new monster… Vecna… who’s… framing people for murder?” You ask. Dustin looks at Eddie and shrugs.
“More or less.” He says. You sigh, trying to take in the information you were just given.
“I tried to tell you (Y/n). You didn’t want to know this know. It’s not too late to back out now. Just go back home and pretend this never happened.” Dustin said as he stood up. You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah right. If any of this shit you’re saying is the truth, it’s gnarly as hell. Besides,” You hold up your keys. “How else would you guys get home?” You say with a smile. Dustin sighs.
“You really wanna do this?” He asks. You nod.
“In fact, I’m about to get myself into even deeper shit. Eddie can’t stay here.” You say, pointing at the subject who was still sitting in his chair and chewing on his nails. At the sound of his name, he stared up at you.
“Why not?” He asked.
“You have a very tangible connection to reefer rick. If I knew that, other people are bound to know that. If some dumbass kids were able to find you, I doubt the cops are that far behind.” You reply.
“He’s right,” Max replies. Dustin groans.
“Of course he’s right but where else could he go? This town isn’t exactly crawling with good fugitive hiding spots.”
“Why can't he just stay with me?” You ask. Dustin looks at you, along with everybody else in the room. Steve is the first to make a noise, which is a somewhat awkward laugh.
“Listen, (Y/n), as much as we love the knight in shining armor move, I doubt your parents will be too keen on you hiding-”
“Who says I live with my parents?” You cut him off. He raises his eyebrows.
“You… don’t?” He asks.
“No. I live on my own. In a pretty secluded area. My neighbors are at least ten minutes in either direction so they wouldn’t see anything. The only people who know I’ve ever interacted with you are the Hellfire club. And considering I was only there one night, there are probably plenty of other people they’d talk to first. It’s perfect.”
“How old are you?” Steve asks, still seemingly shocked that you live on your own.
“19.” You reply.
“How do you-”
“Steve. Shut up.” Robin cuts him off. He looks at her, his face almost offended that she would do such a thing.
“That could work… Eddie, what do you think?” Dustin asks as he turns to the man of the hour.
“You’re asking me what I think?” He replied. Dustin shrugs. Eddie sighs, standing up from the chair and crossing his arms.
“You’re really gonna harbor a fugitive (L/n)?” He asks. You shrug.
“Why not? I’ve already done plenty to get me jailed tonight, might as well make that list as long as possible. Get me more cred in the yard if we get caught.” You say with an almost devious smile.
“(Y/n)’s house it is. Anything beats this shithole.” Eddie replied.
“Let’s get a move on then.” You grabbed your keys out of your pocket but pause for a second.
“Hold on, I’ve got an idea.” You said, putting your keys back into your pocket and removing the tarp from the boat.
“What are you doing?” Dustin asked. You began to unhook the boat from where it was being held.
“Sending this bad boy out to sea. With any luck, the police will find it and think Eddie jumped off ‘cause he couldn’t handle the guilt.” You reply. Eddie smiles.
“Smart.” He says as he crosses his arms. You return the smile.
“I try.”
>><<
You pulled into the driveway of your house, hearing your dog barking. Poor boy hasn’t seen you all day, he must’ve missed you. You quickly locked it down before stepping out. You held your keys in your hand as you turned around.
“The dog is very friendly, don’t worry. He’s a total sweetheart. He might nibble your arm but that’s about it.” You say as you unlock your front door. True to your word, your dog came barrelling toward you, greeting you by jumping on your legs. You laughed and pet him gingerly, waiting for the others to pile in.
“Everyone in? Good. I’ll lock up, you guys can make yourself at home.” You said. He weaseled around you to sniff the new people. Max smiled as she began to put him.
“He’s so cute… What's his name?” She asked.
“It’s (D/n).” You reply, walking toward your tv so you could kneel and store your new VHS rentals with the others. Once everything is neatly sorted, you stand back up and turn around to talk to others.
“Since we dropped by your place to grab your car Steve, you should get these kids home now. It’s pretty late. Eddie and I will be fine.” You say.
“Are you sure? What if the cops come?” Dustin asks. You laugh and gently push down his hat.
“You worry too much. Get out of here already.” You reply, walking back toward your door to unlock it for them. He begrudgingly makes his way over, pausing for everyone else to follow him.
“We’ll be back tomorrow to check up on you two,” Steve says. You nod.
“Fine by me. See you all then.” You say as they slowly begin to exit. Once they’re in their car, you lock the door and turn to Eddie who stands awkwardly. You laugh.
“Relax dude.” You say.
“Relax? I’m on the run from the police and you want me to relax? I’m surprised you’re not losing your head right now considering you’re the one hiding me.”
“We’re just two friends hanging out, alright? Listen… You look like shit. Why don’t you take a shower while I cook dinner?” You suggest making your way into the kitchen to check what you could make.
“Shower? And what exactly do you propose I change into?” He asks.
“I’ll let you borrow some of mine while I toss yours in the washer. I’m sure I have something that’ll fit you. Might be a bit big though.” You say, exiting the kitchen and walking down the hall to your bedroom. You can hear him follow behind you. You push open the door and make your way to your dresser, beginning to shuffle through the top drawer.
“Oh… Wasn’t expecting your room to actually be cool.” Eddie says as he leans on the door frame. You glance at him with a cocked eyebrow.
“And why is that?” You ask.
“Well, you’re like a sports fan aren't you?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and went back to sifting through the clothes.
“Like I said. It was laundry night. I got that shirt from my dad ages ago. Couldn’t you tell from how beat up it was?” You replied, grabbing a couple of garments before standing up and tossing them toward him. He fumbled to catch them but eventually did. He unfolded the shirt to see a Mötley Crüe album cover staring back at him. He smiled.
“You’re hard to pin down (L/n).” He said. You rolled your eyes and tossed him a towel.
“That’s cause I like to be on top Munson.” You reply with a playful wink. Eddie’s face became red, holding the clothes close to his chest. He opened his mouth to reply but only sputtered. In order not to embarrass himself more, he opted to make his way to the bathroom for that shower. Maybe even a cold one.
“Make sure you toss your clothes out so I can wash them.” You shout. You see Eddie reach his arm out and drop everything in the hallway. Once you gathered his items, along with a couple of your own to make the load more substantial, you started the washer and made your way back to the living room.
You quietly whistled as you gently ran your finger along your shelf of cassettes, deciding which you wanted to listen to while you cooked. Eventually, you settled on Black Sabbath’s self-titled album and popped it into your radio.
The familiar sound of the rain from the opening song soothed you as you pulled out the pot you needed to boil water in. You hummed along once the music began to pick up. You continued cooking, enjoying the music in pair with the sound of the shower in the background.
A substantial amount of time had passed and you were close to finishing the meal you were preparing when you paused. Your favorite song on the album was starting. N.I.B. Instead of humming, you began to sing along.
“Some people say my love cannot be true / Please, believe me, my love, and I'll show you / I will give you those things you thought unreal / The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal.” You sing quietly to yourself.
“Woah, you’ve been holding out on me.” A voice spoke from behind you. You were startled, jumping slightly and flinging sauce onto your shirt. You groaned.
“Come on man.” You said, turning around and placing your hands on your hips. You planned on being annoyed but when you saw him standing in front of you with his curly hair damp and sticking to his forehead, you couldn’t help but swoon. Your shirt looked great on him, which caused a smile to creep onto your face.
“Tomato sauce?” He asked. You nodded.
“Spaghetti. I hope you like it.” You reply, turning back around to stir the sauce. Eddie leaned on the counter next to you, watching as you did so.
“I meant it though. Your voice was good. And your song choice? Impeccable.” He says. You roll your eyes and push him with your shoulder.
“Quit fucking with me Munson.”
“I mean it! Seriously.” His voice is soft and gentle, and your heartbeat starts to thump loudly in your chest. You turn the heat off your stove and look at him with a smile.
“Dinner is done.”
>><<
Eddie sighed as he reclined on the couch.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a home-cooked meal like that?” He asked with a laugh. You smile.
“So, you liked it?” You ask.
“Are you kidding me? That shit was delicious.” He proclaimed. You stood up and collected both of your bowls, placing them into the sink before standing in front of him.
“I'm glad you liked it. Wanna get some sleep now? It’s super late.” You said. Eddie checked his watch and nodded.
“Wow, you’re right. It is late. Am I taking the couch?” He asks. You shake your head.
“Nah, you can take my bed, I’ll take the couch.” You reply. Eddie raises his eyebrows.
“Wait what? Seriously?” He asks, sitting up straight.
“Well, yeah. The couch is super uncomfortable.”
“So why are you sleeping on it?”
“Because I don’t want you sleeping on it.”
“So… neither of us should sleep on it.”
“Where am I gonna sleep then? The floor?” You asked with a laugh.
“We could both sleep on the bed.” Eddie was quick in his response, almost too quick. You were a bit surprised by this and felt that funny feeling start to well up in your stomach again.
“We could… If you’re okay with that.” You say, trying to sound nonchalant. He shrugged, averting eye contact.
“I am if you are.” He says. You smile.
“Yeah. You can go to the room and get comfortable, I have to use the restroom so I’ll be there soon.” You say, stretching before walking down the hall.
Eddie did as you said, going into your room as you went into the restroom. He laid down on your bed, sidling under the covers and finally relaxing for the first time in a long time. He hadn’t realized how tired he was until he was resting. As he held the blanket close to him, he inhaled. It smelled like your cologne. He’d only ever caught gentle hints of it when you stood close to him, but now, he could smell it as clear as day, which was so soothing.
What has been going on with him lately? He’d only known you for two days, and everything about you seemed to make him act a fool. He needed to get himself together, he had bigger things to worry about now. Not how good your cologne smelled or how comfortable your shirt fit him or how melodic your voice sounded or how you were honestly starting to look like the perfect man for him the more time he spent with you.
You walked back into the room, hairbrush in hand as you raked it through your tangled locks. Once you finished you placed it on your nightstand. You smiled at the sight of him all cozy and comfortable in your bed. He seemed like he was already starting to drift off to sleep. God knows he needed it.
“I can’t stand the feeling of sleeping in pants, do you mind?” You asked, hands hovering over the button of your jeans. He raised his eyebrows but shrugged.
“Go ahead.” He muttered before breaking into a yawn. You chuckled.
“Sleep Eddie. You need it.” You replied, gently crawling into your bed so you didn’t disturb him. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes and gave you a sleepy smile.
“Thanks. For everything.” He mumbled before closing his eyes. You opened your mouth to respond but seeing as it seemed he’d already gone to sleep. You opted for a fond smile as you stared at him for longer than you would’ve liked to admit. The funny feeling in your stomach and heart was back, but you didn’t fight it this time. You laid with it as he laid with you, your hand only centimeters away from his. So close, yet so far. But that was okay. He was there, and that was okay.
>><<
The horrible sound of bones crunching met his ears as he stared up at her floating body. Blood was pouring from her empty eye sockets but it still felt like she was staring right at him. Into his very soul. Despite her broken jaw, she spoke to him.
“It’s all your fault, Eddie.” She whispered. Her voice was so hoarse it didn’t even sound like her own.
“No…” Eddie pleaded.
“It’s all your fault!” She was yelling now. Eddie collapsed to the floor and began to cry, covering his ears in an attempt to block out her screaming. He rocked himself back and forth, sobbing uncontrollably.
Eddie sat up with a fervor, his hands shaking violently as he swung his head around to look at the room. His eyes trained on the ceiling, waiting to see if she’d appear there. It was so hard to breathe and he was so fucking scared. He was goddamn terrified.
All the motion had woken you up. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and planned on asking what was wrong, but quickly sat up when you heard Eddie crying. You could feel his body tremors on the mattress due to how violent they were. What had happened to him while you were sleeping?
“Eddie? Eddie, what’s wrong?” You whispered. You kept your voice low and avoided touching him in case it would upset him further.
“She was there… She was there and she- s-she-”
“Who was there Eddie?” You asked.
“Chrissy! She said it was all my fault and-” It was hard to catch the rest of his words over his sobs.
“Hey hey hey i-it’s okay! Chrissy isn’t here. None of that was your fault alright? Just breath. Can I touch you?” You asked gently, hovering your hands over his shoulders. He nodded something no short of desperation, and you wrapped one of your arms around his back, the other holding his arms.
“It’s okay Eddie. It’s okay…” You whispered. He cried harder as he clutched fistfuls of your shirt with an iron-tight grip. His entire body was shaking in your arms. You weren’t sure what else you could do other than whisper that he’d be alright and gently rub his back.
“You’re safe here, okay? You’re safe…”
>><<
Eddie woke up, the smell of your cologne much stronger than it was when he’d gone to sleep. He opened his eyes and yawned, taking a few seconds to blink away the tiredness before realizing he was laying on your chest. His arms were wrapped around your midsection and yours laying atop his back.
He vaguely remembered what happened. Having that horrible nightmare, waking up in tears, and you soothing him back to sleep, but he didn’t remember this level of intimacy. Had he really fallen asleep clutching onto you like this? Furthermore, you let him?
He pulled his arms out from under you, trying his best not to disturb you, but it was fruitless. You slowly began to stir, stretching your limbs and shaking them gently in an attempt to wake yourself up further. You looked at Eddie and gave him a small smile, remembering the events of the night clearly.
“You alright?” You ask quietly. Eddie gives a half-hearted laugh before leaning against the headboard of your bed.
“Yeah. Sorry, you had to see me like that. How embarrassing.” He muttered. You chuckled and sat up as well, bumping your shoulder into his as you did so.
“You went through something traumatic Eddie. Don't be so hard on yourself.” You replied. He looked at his hands which he’d folded in his lap.
“I was acting like a baby though. Crying and shaking? I mean seriously-”
“Eddie.” You cut him off. He looked at you with those big brown eyes that made you weak in the knees.
“You’re okay. I mean it.” You say, placing your hand on his shoulder. He stared at you, his cheeks dusting that familiar shade of pink that seemed to be happening much more often now that he was around you. He looked away, a small smile on his face.
“Just don’t tell Henderson, alright? I don’t want him to think I’ve gone soft.” He says. You laugh.
“Deal.”
>><<
A few days passed and you found yourself growing much closer to Eddie. You bonded over music and books, played board games, and marathoned some of your favorite movies. The more time you spent with him, the harder you seemed to fall for him, and unbeknownst to you, it was the same for him.
Every time he looked at you from across the couch he felt his heart beat faster than it ever had in his life. He had crushes before, but none like this. None that would've given him a second glance, let alone let him stay in their house as he was suspected of murder.
You were reclined on the couch, your dog wedged between you two. Eddie had grown quite fond of him, and it was mutual. (D/n) loved having another person around to play with. It started to make you feel like you were your own little family. But a loud knock on your door disturbed that peace, causing (D/n) to start barking.
“Who is it?” You called.
“It’s Dustin! Let us in!” He yelled through the door. You sighed and got up from your comfortable position, unlocking the door for the others to pile in. But there were two faces you didn’t quite recognize.
“Hold on there kid. Mind catching me up on these two characters?” You asked.
“Oh, right. (Y/n), this is Nancy and Lucas, Nancy and Lucas this is (Y/n). We’re all caught up now? Great, good, because shit just hit the fan.” Dustin replies. You raise your eyebrows, and Eddie adjusts his sitting from being reclined to attentive listening.
“On our way here, we drove by Rick’s place. It was swarmed with cops and reporters. Patrick was Vecna’d last night at Lover’s Lake. Jason managed to convince them that it was you and they’ve just released your name to the public.” His words come out so fast that you almost don’t register what he’s saying.
“Shit. shit… fuck man!” Eddie yells, standing up and beginning to pace the room.
“But, there’s a bright side to this,” Dustin says.
“Oh is there Henderson? Please do enlighten me.” Eddie replies sarcastically.
“Another thing I noticed on my way here was that my compass was slipping the further east we went.”
“And we’ve seen this before.” The one named Lucas chimed in.
“Mhmm. In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power.” Dustin says.
“Meaning…?” You ask.
“There’s another gate.” He answers.
“So what do we do now?”
“We follow the compass to the gate,” Dustin replies excitedly.
“Eddie’s still a wanted man. What do you expect us to do? Go for a nice stroll in the woods?” You ask.
“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you Eddie the Banished?” Dustin asks. Everyone fixes their eyes on Eddie, even you. You’re not sure what you’re hoping his answer is.
“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the shire… the shire is burning. So Mordor it is.” Dustin excitedly opens the front door, waiting for Eddie to walk out. You walk to step out after him but pause to speak before you do.
“For the record, if anything happens to him, you’re all dead meat. Got it?” You say. A couple of shocked faces dance around the room, but there are nods of agreement. Once your gone, Steve looks at Dustin.
“Since when does he care so much about Eddie?” He asks. Dustin smirks.
“Young love Steve. Young love.” He replies as he pats his arm. Steve makes a noise of shock as Dustin walks out of the house.
“A little bit of elaboration would be nice.”
>><<
“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” Eddie called out. You felt like sheep, blindly following this kid through the woods.
“I think we’re getting close,” Dustin yelled over his shoulder. In his distraction of telling you so, he didn’t notice that he was about to walk straight into Lover’s Lake. Eddie grabbed his backpack and placed his arm in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Watch your step big guy.” He said. It took everyone else a little bit to catch up, but once you did, you sighed.
“Oh, man. You gotta be shitting me.” Steve groaned.
“Yeah. I thought these woods looked familiar.” Eddie replied.
“Lover’s Lake.”
“This is confounding,” Dustin whispered.
“There’s a gate in Lover’s lake?” Max asked.
“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way.” Nancy suggested.
“Yeah, only one way to find out,” Steve replied. Eddie sighed and cracked his neck, walking down the shoreline. He pulled the tarp off the boat which seemed to be an integral part of this story. Steve and Eddie began to push it onto the water.
“Easy I… I said easy, man.” Steve said.
“Sorry, dude,” Eddie mumbled. Steve holds his hand out to help Robin into the boat but she opts to use their heads instead.
“Yeah that works too.” Steve mumbles. Eddie climbs in after, offering a hand to help you in. You snicker.
“How gentlemanly.” You reply sarcastically as you climb in. Nancy quickly follows behind you. Dustin is right on her heels, but Eddie flicks his hat downward and pushes him away.
“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us? This thing holds four people tops, okay?”
“It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble.” Nancy said.
“You keep an eye out!” Dustin rebuttals. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“It’s my goddamn theory!” Dustin argues.
“You heard Nance.”
“Who put her in charge?”
“I did,” Robin states, almost matter-of-factly. Dustin looks at her confused while Nancy holds out her hand.
“Compass.” She demands. Dustin begrudgingly forks it over as he walks back to stand next to the other younger teenagers. Steve stands up and tosses his backpack before pushing the boat into the water and hopping in.
“You said four!” Dustin protests.
“Sorry,” Steve whispers.
“Bedtime at nine kiddos! Miss you already!” Robin yells. You chuckled.
Robin and Eddie use the oars to propel the boat on the water while Nancy watches the compass. You quietly begin to whistle a tune, one that Eddie recognized. The same one you sang the first night he stayed at your house. He was sure his face was flushed, but he didn't mind since it was shrouded in the darkness of the night.
”Whoa, whoa, woah, woah, slow down. Slow down, guys.” Nancy called out. Robin and Eddie stopped rowing, turning around to look at her. You all gathered around the compass, staring at it as the needle went crazy. You heard the walkie-talkie chime with Dustin’s voice.
“Guys, what’s going on? Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?” He asked. Robin grabbed the walkie and spoke into it.
“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capitol ‘aah!’” She replied. Steve began to pull off his shoes and socks.
“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked.
“Yeah, seriously man, nobody wants to see those. Or smell them.” You say, fanning his feet away from you. Steve rolls his eyes.
“Somebody's gotta go down and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… It’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” He asks.
“Hey, I'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there.” Eddie replies as he fishes a grocery bag from his battle vest pocket. Steve pulls his shirt off and you roll your eyes.
“Show off.” You mumble. Eddie looks up at you and smiles.
“Tell me about it.” He whispers before handing Steve the flashlight wrapped in the plastic bag safeguard.
“Hey. Good luck.” Eddie says. He pulls out a cigarette while Steve thanks him but Robin quickly grabs it and throws it in the lake.
“Steve?” Nancy calls out. He looks over his shoulder at her.
“Be careful.” She says. He nods before diving in.
“Gross.” You mumble, taking off your hoodie and bunching it up. You toss it in Eddie’s lap before laying your head onto it, reclining as comfortably as the small boat would allow. Eddie’s a bit surprised by this, looking down at you as if questioning why.
“Who knows how long he’ll be down there? Might as well get comfortable while I can.” You reply with a shrug. He relaxes a little but is still somewhat on edge.
“Where we at, Wheeler?” Robin asks.
“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy replies. She exhales and nods. More time passes as both of them stare intensely at the water, wondering when he’s gonna resurface. You, on the other hand, find yourself close to drifting off. You wouldn’t have expected it considering the high-stakes situation you were in, but something about laying in Eddie's lap made you feel safe enough to doze off. You were snapped out of that peace quickly though when Steve burst through the water gasping for air.
“I found it!” He exclaimed. You sat up and pulled your hoodie back on.
“You found it?” Nancy asked.
“I found it. Yeah. I found it.” He replied as he clutched onto the side of the boat. Robin smiles and grabs the walkie-talkie.
“Dustin you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate!” She spoke into it. She waited for a response, but nothing came. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion but disregards it when Steve starts talking.
“It’s pretty wild. It’s more of a snack-sized gate than the mama gate but still, it’s pretty damn big.” He says, almost out of breath. When his sentence finished, he dips back under the water, seemingly struggling against something. He pops back up with a look of confusion on his face before being pulled fully underwater.
“Steve!” Nancy calls out.
“No no! What the hell was that, man?” Eddie yelled.
“Nancy, really, what happened?” Robin asks, her voice filled with terror. Nancy stares at the water for a moment before she stands up. She looks like she’s going in after him.
“Wait, wait, wait. You’re not going in there, are you?” Eddie asks, grabbing her arm to stop her.
“Just wait here.” She demands.
“No Nancy!” Robin yells, but she’s already in the water.
“Goddamnit!” Eddie yells, running his fingers through his hair. Robin begins to perch herself on the edge of the boat.
“No no no no no no. What are you doing? She said wait.” Eddie protested.
“Yeah, I heard her.” She replies.
“She’s in charge.”
“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up.” She says before plugging her nose and beginning to lean back.
“Don’t you go. Don’t you-” His words are cut off by the splash of Robin's body meeting the water.
“Goddamn it!” He bangs his open palms on the edge of the boat. You stand up, causing him to look at you.
“(Y/n), don’t even think about it!” He says. You smirk and hold out your hand to him.
“Come on, don’t make me do this alone.” You reply.
“Son of a bitch. This is so stupid. This is so stupid. This is so stupid.” He practically chants to himself, but he grabs your hand anyways. You dive into the water together, all while he’s stringing out profanities.
>><<
You all huddle under skull rock, shaking from fear and possibly hypothermia. After saving Steve from those creatures and running through the entire forest to hide from them, it was safe to say that you were exhausted. The screeching becomes more distant, and Robin is the first to peek her head out.
“Oh… okay. That was close.” She says.
“Yeah. Too close.” Eddie replies, his voice shaking with fear. As you begin to walk farther out, you hear steve mutter something. You turn your head and see him lean against the rock.
“Steve? Jesus.” Nancy says as she notices the same thing you had.
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” He protests.
“No, no, no. You’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit. Alright?” She coaxes him down He groans in pain as he removes his hand from the open wound. Robin kneels next to him as well.
“Okay. So the good news here is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me or something, then you should totally let me know, okay?”
“Robin.”
“Yeah?”
“I kinda wanna punch you.” He replied. Robin laughs.
“Sense of humor’s still intact. That’s a good sign.”
“Yeah…” He mumbles. Nancy finishes tearing off the piece of fabric that she needed to dress his wounds, so Robin steps away.
“You ready?” Nancy asks.
“Yeah. Just do it.” Steve replies. She pushes the fabric against him and he stifles his groans. He locks his hands behind his head as she apologizes, doing her best to wrap the fabric around him properly.
“Too tight?” She asks.
“No, that’s good.” He replies. He lets out a few final grunts of pain before she finishes by tying it into a knot. You hear Eddie walk away from you, so you turn to see what he’s doing. He’s climbing up a rock, trying to get a better view of the land in front of him.
“So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” He asks. Nancy helps Steve stand, putting his weight on her shoulders.
“Pretty much.” She replies. He nods and starts to walk back down, but Nancy stops him with a warning.
“Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hivemind.”
“It’s all a what?”
“All the creepy crawlies around here dude. They’re like, one, or something. You’re stepping on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.” Steve says.
“Shit,” Eddie replies, now very carefully stepping around the vines.
“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people obviously?” Robin asks.
“As far as I understand it, yeah.”
“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.”
“I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure.”
“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.” Nancy replied. Eddie finally manages to jump down from the rock.
“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” He asks.
“Full of surprises, isn’t she?”
“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” She states.
“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one,” Steve says.
“You almost deserved it.” She replies. Eddie rolls his eyes and slips off his battle vest, tossing it at Steve.
“For your modesty, dude.” He says. You can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy culminate in your abdomen, but before you have time to even think about why that is, a loud rumbling shakes the earth. It’s so intense that you lose your balance, falling into Eddie as the others fall into each other as well. His arm falls onto your waist and you would've been flustered by the fact had you not been preoccupied with the earthquake. There was a loud snarling in the distance that sent chills down your spine.
“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie said.
“Yeah, me too.” You reply, realizing how close he is by how loud his voice is in your ear.
“So what are we waiting for?”
>><<
After the highs and lows of finding the wheeler house, realizing there were no guns because the upside down was three years stuck in the past, finding a way to contact the overworld, and biking seven miles to Eddie’s trailer, you were almost relieved when you saw that fleshy interdimensional portal on the ceiling. But something about the way it squelched and breathed as if it were alive made you have second thoughts.
“This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died.” Eddie said, looking over his shoulders at you and the others. You could tell there was a lot of pain in those memories.
“I think there’s something in there,” Robin replied, her eyes never leaving the ceiling. There was a crackling sound as the red barrier was pulling downward as if something were pushing it in. You felt your stomach go queasy at the sight.
“What the hell is that?” Eddie asked. Seconds after the question left his mouth, the gate popped open, the fleshy parts and vines all retreating into the ceiling. The sudden movement made all of you yelp in fear and back up, eyes still fixed on the now open gate. You exchanged worried glances with Eddie.
Steve slowly began to approach it, and you followed his lead, right behind Nancy and Robin. The steps you took toward it were slow and timid, waiting for the slightest sign of danger. Finally, as you got closer, you could see into it.
“No way,” Steve muttered. On the other side of the gate stood Dustin, Lucas, Max, and a little girl you didn’t recognize. Dustin had a huge smile plastered on his face, jumping on the balls of his feet.
“Hi there.” He said as he waved, prompting Lucas to do the same.
“Hi…” Nancy, Steve, and Robin replied. You were too shocked to speak.
“Holy shit, this is trippy,” Robin said.
“Tell me about it…” You mumbled. Dustin laughed again, excitedly looking at his friends before looking back up at you.
“Bada bada boom!” He exclaimed.
“Henderson, your childlike joy is refreshing, but could we maybe, I don’t know, figure out a way to get us the hell out of here!” Eddie shouted. Dustin stopped giggling and nodded.
“Right right sorry, Eddie.” The children began to disperse out of your view. You could hear shuffling and after a few minutes, Max and Lucas dropped a mattress below the portal. You raised your eyebrows at the state of it.
“Those stains are, uh… I dunno what those stains are.” Eddie said.
“Mmm,” Robin replied, a questioning look on her face. Dustin walked into view, a makeshift rope of tied-together sheets in hand.
“Not quite sure how these psychics are gonna work. But uh… here goes nothing.” He says as he throws it up through the portal, but once it meets your end it begins to cascade down.
“There we go. And if my theory is correct…” He says before removing his hands from the rope. It stays in its place, causing him to smile.
“Abracadabra.” He whispers.
“Holy shit,” Max says, looking up at the rope on your end.
“All right, pull on it! See if it holds!” Dustin shouts to your group. Robin looks around before grabbing onto the rope, giving it her best yank. She smiles and laughs incredulously.
“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’ve seen some crazy shit.” The girl you don’t recognize says as she high-fives Dustin. You laugh.
“Starting to think that’s a common experience.” You reply. Robin grabs hold of the rope once again.
“Guess I’m the guinea pig.” She says as she begins to climb up the rope. The younger teens on the other side begin to disperse to make room for her on the landing pad. She grunted as she climbed upward, but once her head was on the other side, she fell onto her back on the mattress.
“Oh thank God. That was fun.” She said with a sigh of relief. You watch her grab Dustin’s hand to help pull her up. You look at the others, Nancy looking at Eddie, then you, then Steve, the other teenage boys looking at each other until somebody volunteers.
“All right, guess I’ll go,” Eddie says with a shrug as he approaches the rope. He grunts as he begins to climb it, inching his way back to the overworld. Finally, gravity takes hold and he falls onto the mattress. He sits up abruptly.
“That… was fun. Shit.” He says with a large smile before getting up.
“Don’t mind if I do.” You say, grabbing onto the rope. Climbing it felt reminiscent of gym class, which made you feel a bit queasy, but once your head passed that gap between the worlds, all the blood went rushing to your face and you felt like you were freefalling. You laughed as you began to cascade onto the mattress and blinked a few times once your back finally hit the surface.
“(Y/n) approved.” You said as grabbed Eddie’s hand so he could help you up.
>><<
You sat wedged between Dustin and Eddie, on your way to what could very well be the end of your life. Thanks to Nancy being Vecna’d and that trip to the War Zone, you were as well prepared as you could’ve been, but that didn’t quiet the loud thrumming of your heart, or the sinking feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.
The car slowed in front of the dilapidated Creel house to drop off the Sinclairs and Max. And then it kept driving. You looked out the window, watching their bodies become smaller as you drove further and further away. The sun was dipping lower into the sky as the drive continued. It was nightfall by the time you reached your destination. Nancy stood up from her seat and turned to look at every one.
“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one.”
“We meet Erica at the playground. She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”
“Phase two.”
“Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.”
“Phase three?”
“Me, Eddie, and (Y/n) will draw the bats away,” Dustin replied. Eddie nudges you in the side with a smile before giving Dustin a noogie, an oddly pure moment despite the given circumstances.
“Four.”
“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair and… flambe,” Robin replies, sloshing around the Molotov cocktail in her hand.
“Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?” Nancy asks. You all chime in with ‘got it’s before dispersing and piling out of the RV. You trek through the small span of woods in front of you before making it to the trailer park and shortly after, Eddie’s trailer. Once you're inside, you’re relieved to see the makeshift rope is still intact.
“Be careful,” Dustin says.
“Thanks, buddy. Here goes nothing.” Steve replies as he begins to climb the rope. Since there’s no mattress on the other end, he’s extra careful to land on his feet, which he does somewhat majestically. Robin sarcastically makes noises of praise.
“What does he want us to do, applaud?” She asks. It takes Steve a few seconds to bring the upside-down mattress under the portal, giving those athletically challenged a safer landing strategy.
“Alright, let’s go.” He calls up to you. Nancy is the first go, Robin kneeling next to her to provide even more assistance. She nods at her before climbing and subsequently falling onto the mattress. After Nancy, Eddie drops down his gear and follows right after. Then you, then Robin, then Dustin, who takes far too long to stand up which results in him being pulled to his feet by you and Eddie. You begin to walk out of the trailer right behind Steve, with the rest of your team in tow. He turns back to you.
“Hey, guys, listen. If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute, or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-”
“Decoys. Don’t worry. You can be the hero Steve.” Dustin cuts him off.
“Absolutely. I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie says with a laugh as he looks between you and Dustin. You feign offense as you nudge him in the side. Steve hesitates for a moment before turning around and walking toward Robin and Nancy. Eddie takes a step toward him.
“Hey, Steve?” He calls out. Steve turns around.
“Make him pay.” He says. They nod at each other before Steve’s team begins to walk off.
“Now that all that mushy gushy bullshit is over, it’s time for the fun part.” You say, hitting Eddie’s stomach with your arm. He laughs as you make your way into his bedroom. Once he’s in, he stops.
“Jesus christ… It’s like… She was destined for an alternate dimension…” He mumbles as he approaches his guitar.
“What do you say, guys?” He asks, picking it up from where it hung.
“Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?” He asks, turning to face the two of you.
“That a rhetorical question?” Dustin asks. Eddie smiles and puts the strap over his shoulder.
“Let’s do it.” He says, swinging it over his back. As if you didn’t find him hot enough as it is.
>><<
You waited tentatively for the crackle of the walkie-talkie to sound and tell you when to move forward. Finally, after what seemed like hours, you heard Robin’s voice on the other end.
“She’s in. Move on to phase three.”
“Copy that. Initiating phase three. Let’s hope they hear this.” Dustin said as he pulled the extension cord up to plug in the amp and subsequently turned them to their full volume. He looks at Eddie, who grabs the pick from around his neck.
“Chrissy, this is for you.” He mutters, mostly to himself, before he starts to strum. You recognize the beat immediately.
Dustin is crouched beside you as you lean one hand on the amp, enjoying Eddie’s impeccable performance of one of your favorite songs. You would’ve enjoyed it more, had it not been for the predicament you were in. Dustin checks his binoculars a few times, but this time, he calls out to Eddie.
“We gotta lock down in T minus 30 seconds.” He yells over the noise. Eddie nods, focusing back on playing his guitar.
“T-minus 20!” Dustin shouts. You look over at Eddie, who’s now shredding the guitar solo, which you wish you could appreciate more, but the screeching bats inching closer in proximity make it difficult. Dustin begins to count down from 10, and Eddie finishes right as he reaches one. The bats are way too close for comfort, so you shove Dustin in the direction of the truck you used to get on the roof. He begins to climb down, you following and Eddie just behind you.
They’re shouting incoherently at each other as you rush into the gated area, which Eddie shuts just in the nick of time. You watch the bats attempt to claw at you through the fencing, but they have no luck. You give a relieved half laugh half sigh, but it’s short-lived as more begin to fly toward you.
“Hurry! Come on!” Dustin calls to the two of you. Once you’re inside, you lean against the wall, panting heavily.
“Dude. Most metal ever!” Dustin yells, causing both him and Eddie to jump with excitement. You laugh and can’t help but smile at the two fondly. They take a few minutes to bask in their excitement before finally winding down and walking to the portal. There’s a thump against the trailer wall that makes you turn your head. Then another. And another. And then they’re not stopping. The bats outside seem to be thrashing their bodies against the walls. Hard. But then, just as soon as it started, it stopped.
“Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy!” Dustin yells.
“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks.
“Both of you shut up!” You hiss. They stop bickering long enough for you to hear the bats have moved.
“They’re on the roof,” Eddie says, looking upward. Dustin begins to string out profanities as you all follow the sound of the bats traveling. You fix your eyes on a small circular vent.
“Uh oh.” You whisper.
“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asks, but right as the words leave his mouth, the demobat breaches the flimsy metal. It screeches, and the three of you begin to stab at it furiously with your spears. After a few seconds, Eddie backs away, much to Dustin’s protests.
“Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” He calls to the two of you. You back up just in time for Eddie to throw down a chair and wedge his nail shield into the ceiling.
“Holy shit… Holy shit.” He says in between pants.
“Nice,” Dustin says.
“Thanks.” He replies, giving him a high five.
“Are there other vents?” Dustin asks. Eddie seems to realize his answer is not the one you’d hope for as he rushes to his bedroom. You all begin to run toward it, and as soon as you enter, bats come flying through the vent on the floor. He pushes you and Dustin out, shutting the door as quickly as he can.
“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin yells as you back away.
“No shit genius!” You yell back.
“Let’s go!” Eddie yells. Dustin begins to climb the rope. You’re quick to follow, not sparing another second. Once you're on the other side, you look at Eddie who starts to climb but stops halfway.
“Eddie, what are you doing? You have to hurry!” You yell at him. He stares at you and then at the door before dropping back onto the ground.
“Eddie! Come on man!” Your shouts seem to fall on deaf ears as he walks away to grab a spear.
“Eddie don’t you fucking dare! Eddie-” He cuts the rope, severing the way to travel between the worlds. He moves the mattress and you can feel tears begin to well in your eyes. Dustin is watching this unfold with you.
“Eddie, what are you doing?” He asks. Eddie looks at the two of you with a smile on his face.
“I’m buying more time.” He says before walking out of your view. Dustin looks at you as if he’s asking what to do and for the first time in a long time, you don’t know. You’d never felt this way before. Scared and lost and heartbroken all at the same time. You couldn’t breathe.
“No fucking way. You’re not fucking running this time Eddie.” You say as the tears fall out of your eyes, but you wipe them away ferociously. You grab the chair and set it right underneath the center of the portal. Standing on it, you’re just tall enough to reach it when you jump. So you do just that. Grunting as you pull yourself through, you hang on for dear life when the gravitational pull hits. You sigh and swing back and forth so you can roll when you let go. It’s messy, and you're gonna be left bruised, but it’s enough to have gotten you down. You pull the mattress back, giving Dustin a safer way to land than you had.
“Come on!” You yell, offering a hand to help him up. Once he’s on his feet, you rush out the door, him following close behind you. You run as fast as you can, pushing yourself farther than you ever have before. You can see the bats swarming him. God, why did you have to fall in love with an idiot?
You see them wrap around his legs and arms, rendering him defenseless. More begin to pile onto him and you can only imagine what they’re doing. Tears blur your vision as you start to run even faster, faster than you thought was in your capability. You pull the machete you’d nabbed from the war zone off your back as you were finally in distance. You swung it at the bats in your path but saved your deadliest blows for the ones gnawing on his torso.
Dustin was close behind you, picking off those that he could as you fought with the ones latched onto Eddie. He seemed to recognize you, a bloody smile on his face. You kept swinging and crying and fighting, all at the same time. It seemed like an impossible fight that you swore you would’ve lost, but then, out of nowhere, the bats all fell from the sky.
You dropped your machete and began to cry harder. You were going to hold Eddie but found his wounds held a higher precedent. You wiped away your tears in an effort to see better as Dustin kneeled next to him as well.
“Bad, huh?” He asked.
“No. You’re gonna be fine.” Dustin replied.
“Damn fucking right you will.” You yelled, pulling off your hoodie. You sliced through the fabric with the pocket knife you had and began to tie it tightly around his torso.
“You’re not dying on me that easy Munson. Don’t even fucking think about it.” You reply. He opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off by placing his arm around your shoulder.
“Whatever sappy shit you’ve got to say, you can save it, 'cause I already told you. You’re not fucking dying today.” You say as you stand up, carrying his body weight as well. He groans in pain.
“Help me out here Henderson.” You say, staggering to hold him up by yourself. Dustin rushes to your side and grabs Eddie’s other arm, splitting his weight between the two of you as you hobble back through the upside-down.
>><<
Eddie sat up in bed, gasping and looking around, then clutching his sides in pain. He recognized the room he was in, but he wasn’t sure why. The door to his right creaked open, and you walked in with what looked like medical supplies in your arms.
“(Y/n).” His voice was hoarse as he spoke your name. You were surprised to see that he was awake, and felt tears prick the corners of your eyes,
“Finally you’re up. I was starting to think you were holding out on me.” You said, trying to act as if you weren’t bursting at the seams with excitement. He chuckled.
“Why am I here?” He asked. You shrugged and sat next to him on your bed, pulling the covers off of his body. He hadn’t noticed he was shirtless until he felt the cold chill nip at his body.
“Would you rather be at Hawkins High with the rest of the town? I’m sure they’d all love to see their darling Edward, wanted murder suspect.” You reply. He smiles.
“Guess you’re right.” He says as you begin to unwrap his bandages.
“Someone’s getting a bit handsy.” He teases. You roll your eyes and finish unwrapping the bloodied bandages before starting to wrap him with new ones.
“That was really stupid, by the way.” You say.
“What?”
“Running into that swarm. You could’ve been killed.” You scolded. Eddie sighs.
“They needed more time and even if I had been… What difference would it have made?” He said with a shrug. You felt tears well in your eyes again.
“What difference would it have made? Just because Jason got a few hicks to be against you doesn’t mean everybody was. There are still people who care about you and love you, Eddie. I fucking love you! Do you really think I just ran back into that hell dimension because it wouldn’t have made a difference whether you lived or died?” You said angrily, pulling his bandages around him tighter.
“Wait wait wait. Do my ears deceive me? Did you just say you love me?” Eddie asked. You were so frustrated that you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.
At first, you were angry, pressing your lips against his just to get him to shut up for once in his goddamn life but then, as his hands gently held onto you as if you were a delicate piece of fine china, you broke. Tears began to stream down your face as it all hit you at once. You needed this. You needed him.
He pulled away, far too soon for your liking, and stared at you as his chest heaved to catch his breath. He blinked his beautiful brown eyes and smiled his stupid grin. There he was, in all his glory, and you’d just kissed him in a fit of passion and anger at his pure idiocy.
“If I get a kiss like that every time I act a fool, then I’ll have to remember to risk my life more often.” He whispers. You laugh and wipe your face of your tears, shaking your head before standing up.
“Eddie Munson. You have changed my life.” You say with a laugh.
“Then I guess we’re even. Cause I think you saved mine.” He replied. You gathered the bloody bandages and began to walk to the door. Your hand was just above the knob when you paused at the sound of Eddie’s voice once again.
“If I ever beat these charges and things ever go back to the way they were… or at least as much as they can… I’d like to take you on a normal date.”
“If I liked normal, I never would’ve found you.”
“Then can I take you on a not normal date? Affective immediately?” He asks. You laugh and open your bedroom door.
“Tell you what Eddie. You heal from the damage those hellbats did to your stomach, and I’ll think about it. Deal?”
“Deal.”
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A Small Kiss Goodnight
Summary: A stormy night with friends has an unexpected visitor.
Word count : 1315
Warnings : None
Types(?) : Fluff / y/n (female)
Notes: I'm going to keep saying I'm not a writer. And my spelling is crap. And my grammer blows. But this is just a fluffy little fluff fluff because well, Father Paul.
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Could you call a group of less than six people a party? The loudness from the laughter and the music sure made it feel like one. Your head was reeling from a long day and never fully warming up.
You had on your thickest pair of tights, ones Erin had recommended as soon as you landed on the island when she had seen you shivering to the bone. Although your dress was long sleeved and heavy material, you craved just being in bed under your favorite quilt while listening to the waves crash outside. The small storm had made everyone a bit edgy though so you reluctantly agreed to gather at Erin’s with the others to pass some time.
“You look so bored! Do you need more to drink?” Erin had snapped you back to reality with her words and mischievous grin.
“Oh sorry! Yeah, I’ll go get a refill” You grabbed your cup and headed toward the kitchen.
As you passed through one door, someone else was greeted through the front. Riley had noticed Father Paul walking down the road and decided to open the front door and call out to him.
“Hey Father. What are you up to tonight?” Riley asked with a furrowed brow.
Father Paul walked towards the porch. “Riley Flynn! I was just on a walk to clear my head and see if any damage had been done. Seems things have quieted down now.” He had walked up the steps to see Riley in the light of the open door.
“Well please come in.” Riley stepped aside and gestured towards the living room. Two other heads turned, both with equally friendly smiles back at the slightly damp priest as he made his way in. “We are just having a chill night” Riley continued, “When the storm picked up a bit ago, we decided to play a few card games and stay together in case the power went out. Do you want something to drink?”
“I’d just take some water but can find the kitchen. If you don’t mind me wandering in your home that is Erin” Father Paul said to Erin.
“No Father, not at all. It’s just back that way,” she gestured over her shoulder. “Y/N is actually back there. That’s if she hasn’t fallen asleep. Maybe you can check on her for me.”
“Gladly.” Father Paul beamed his smile again and headed towards the kitchen.
In a hushed tone once Father Paul was out of ear shot, Erin leaned over the table. “This should be interesting,” she said, flashing that mischievous grin again.
“Why?” Riley asked.
Erin looked around, noticing the faces looking back at her seemed puzzled. “Don’t tell me you guys haven’t noticed?” Again she looked quickly from face to face. “Oh come on! Seriously? Those two have a thing, mark my words. I think it's sweet and innocent, but they seem to find each other wherever they go. They have been taking a lot of walks together and sitting with each other on Y/N’s porch.”
“Yeah, but” Riley replied back, “he's the town priest. There could be a lot of reasons. Y/N keeps pretty much to herself. I mean…can he even do that?”
“He is still a man after all” Hassan said back, matter of factly. “Doesn’t mean they are doing anything. But being told not to is different than choosing not to on your own.”
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You were bent down, resting on your legs, staring into the fridge. Who knows how long you were there. All you could tell was that you had gotten rapidly much colder. Your mind was half asleep as you had tried to decide if you should go harder with the booze or lighten it up.
“Hello” It was warm and friendly and startled the ever loving hell out of you.
You jumped up and screamed, “JESUS CHRIST”, before coming to your senses. “I’m so sorry Paul! You scared me. I think I was zoning out there.”
“It's quite alright. My fault.” He reached out a hand to help steady you.
“What are you doing here?” You were surprised to see him out and about this late at night and now especially to be here. “You are just as cold as I am” His hand felt like ice.
“I was taking a walk. The storm had died down and I couldn't sleep. Actually happens rather often lately.” You noticed he had a slight blush with the last of his words. “I won’t stay long. Seems like you all are having a nice time.”
It would be silly to deny that your stomach had gotten butterflies when you stood and fully took in that he was standing there with you. Now the thought of him leaving made those butterflies come crashing down.
You had become increasingly close to the priest over the last few months. You would occasionally attend mass with Erin, just when you felt like you wanted something to do, but weren't Catholic.
Your friendship with Paul, you seemed to be the only one to not call him Father, was a pleasant one. It was starting to border now however on flirtatious. It was a dangerous game, one you knew had no real ending or goal. You were well aware of his vows to the church and his beliefs but that made it that more fun. Lately though your heart had developed a false hope of something more.
It seemed Paul had watched all of your thoughts flash behind your once again zoned out eyes. You hadn’t noticed how close he gotten to you or the coldness of his hands on your cheeks. It was mid his bending slightly down and placing his lips carefully on yours, that you finally came to. Just before he pulled back you had managed to kiss him back.
“I’m so sorry” Paul quickly but quietly said as he dropped his hands and stepped back. The look of shock on his face most likely matched the look on your own.
“Please don’t say that” you just as quietly whispered back. “It takes it away and I want to keep it” You smiled up at him the softest, most beautiful smile he had seen on you yet. He couldn’t help but to return one at you.
After clearing his throat he finally said in a normal tone, blinking a few times to clear his head, “I came back here for water”
“Oh! Let me get you a cup” You grabbed a cup and turned to the sink to fill it, handing it to Paul once it was full.
“I think I’m going to go. It’s not because of you,” you saw his face slightly change to concern, “I’m just dog tired and think I’ve hit my limit” you started to back up slightly to the door while he took a sip, looking at you over the cup.
“Goodnight Y/N” he said with a small grin.
“Goodnight Paul” you said with a larger one.
You walked back to the living room. “I’m beat Erin. I’m so sorry but if I don’t go home now, you’ll have to carry me home in a bit and that wouldn’t be good for the baby” you smiled at her sympathetically.
It was clear from Erin’s curious face and how she kept looking from you to someone behind you, that Father Paul had followed you to the living room to rejoin the rest of them. “You know you can crash here! You can go home in the morning” she said, still looking back at Father Paul like she was trying to keep a date going.
“It’s alright. Everyone have a good night” You slipped on your boots and threw on your sweater. As you opened the front door, “Night Y/N” followed you from the group. Goodnight Paul you quietly said in your head once more, skipping down the front steps.
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About the Bank
A/N: Female reader, hhhh had a bit of warden brainrot last couple of days ngl, the voice gets me, jesus christ
Day 13: Public
Word count: 2210
Warnings: NSFT, Smut, public, semi-public
AO3 Kinktober Masterlist
As your eyes flickered to the camera your lips moved, just a smidge. “Your counting.” Collinn stated, looking away from you.
“Mhmm.”
“Begs the question what are you counting.” His voice had his slight accent to it, not as strong had you had heard him play it in the past.
“Cameras, creating a floor plan of security view. Old habit.” Your eyes finally met his and he raised a brow. “And you have analysed at least a dozen escape routes from this building, we all have our habits.” You clicked your tongue at him causing him to chuckle.
“You're not wrong. Done a lot of recons have we?”
“You know I have Collinn, don’t play dumb with me.” He laughed next to you at your annoyance.
“Ah lighten up darling, we aren't even working right now.” Collinn parted your shoulder and your scowl continued as you analysed the area. “What’s gotten you so worked up hmm? Having trouble turning the mindset off?” His voice came ever lower at the end of his sentence and you could tell there was some level of concern there.
“Somethings off.” His eyes squinted at this, not dismissing the idea.
“Any idea what?”
“No clue, I just- hmm. Gut feeling and all that, this place feels so… wrong? Ah, don’t be concerned it’s probably just stress.”
“Now sweetheart, I wouldn’t brush your instincts off so quickly. That being said, you have been feeling stressed recently?” Collinn’s hand found yours and you let out a breath while his thumb ran over your knuckles.
“This place has so many blindspots, it's so unusual. Most of the cameras point to the middle of the room.” You changed the subject.
“Well, it is where the stage would be set up.”
“Yeah but you don’t need so many covering one area, a few different angles are nice yeah but hmm.” Your hand went to your phone and you started to tap away.
“Now what are you doing?” The pair of you had stopped in a hallway to the side of the transport hub.
“Bringing up the floor plans to this place.” You muttered and when you glanced up from your phone he had his arms folded and leaned against the wall.
“So long as we don’t miss our train.” He glanced down at his watch.
“Oh interesting” Your words caught his attention and you zoomed in on the design.
“What did you find?”
“There used to be a bank here way back, they used to use the railroad system for easy transporting. The centre of the hub below ground used to be where the vault was until about three years ago. There should be the entrance to the bank right there.” You looked up and pointed to the now blank wall. He watched as you continued to work on your phone, scouring the web for any information about why it was sealed off.
“Weird.”
“Hm?”
“There was no announcement, one day the transport hub sealed the area off and the next time it was for public view, the bank was gone. Well, I suppose that solves that question. The architecture is all wrong.” Pocketing your cell phone you smiled at the man. “We can go now.” Collinn smiled at your words bud didn’t say anything, content to follow your lead. The pair of you moved throughout the hub until you eventually found your train.
“I wonder why the bank was so suddenly sealed up.” You spoke as the pair of you settled into the cabin. It was a small little cabin, with two beds on each side of it. There was a table in the middle under the window which reflected the mirror on the cabin window. Collinn sat down on the bed, his legs stretched out, pillow behind his back in support. Your bag was locked away and you found your home on the free bed. Time seemed to pass without notice as you continue your search for any information about the bank. A dip in the bed had you shuffle to the side, the space was quickly taken up by your partner. “Find out anything?”
“All official sources say it just closed down due to age, but why would they seal it off.” You hummed as Collinn wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest. He looked over your shoulder at your phone. A kiss was placed on the top of your shoulder where your clothes exposed your flesh. “Your so tense.” His voice was quiet in your ear.
“I’m just curious.”
“That, I have noticed. You always were the one to ask a lot of questions.”
“I wouldn’t be this far in life if I didn’t.” He hummed in response to your statement and his hand covered yours. Finger brushing on the power button.
“We’re on holiday, a holiday of your destination request. Take a break and relax darling.” He slipped the phone out of your hand and placed it on the side table much to your whining complaint. “I swear you have no concept of relaxation do you? Find mystery in everything.” Collinn chuckled behind you. “Normally I would enjoy such traits in you but you need to relax, and unclench your jaw. Let your body soften up.” At first, you went to complain but when you felt him bury his face into your neck you couldn't help but let out a sigh. With a deep breath, you relaxed your shoulders against him and let your body detense. “That’s it. That’s a good girl.” His southern accent deep in your ear. “See isn’t that better?”
“I suppose you can be right, just on this occasion.” You hummed and shut your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy his embrace.
“Now I think I’m right a little bit more often than once don’t you think?” His voice was light, a tease.
“Hmm, I disagree.” He grazed his teeth against your shoulder and you let out a whine.
“I’m right all the time.”
“Well, it’s not hard when you surround yourself with politicians.” He laughed and you could feel his chest shake against your back.
“That sounds like you agree with me, honey.”
“You're lucky that I love you.” You mumbled and he held you a little tighter.
“So lucky, I reckon I’m the darn luckiest man out there.”
“Your not so bad yourself McKinley.” He froze against you.
“No so bad? Not bad? Have you seen this face?” He scoffed and caused you to laugh.
“I don’t think I have, perhaps you should show me.” His grip loosened and you rolled over to look at the man but right as you made eye contact with his light brown eyes, the train jolted causing him to fall against you. He braced himself against the side table and pushed himself back against the wall, your hands sandwiched between the pair of you. “You alright there?”
“Going to have to take a bit more than that to keep me down.” There was a split second before he moved, with a grab of your shoulders he shifted, he pulled you into the middle of the bed and mount himself on your, his body pinning you down.
"What about now honey?" His lips curled upwards in a smirk. Without a word, your hands found the back of his neck and pulled him down against you, his lips pressing against your own. The perfectly trimmed moustache grazed above your upper lip and you couldn't help the mouth that was muffled into his mouth. Once perfectly styled hair was now messy as your hands ran through them, tugging at his locks. Any gap between the pair of you was closed and with one hand still supporting him, he ran a hand on the side of your blouse.
A small pant left your lips as he parted from yours, a messy look above you as he started to pop your buttons. Heat filled your cheeks as your eyes widened a little. "Collinn, this train isn't exactly private." He chuckled and leaned back off upward, examining his work.
"I suppose your right, mayhaps I'll have to do something bout that." He turned just for a moment to pull down the blind on the cabin door before he undid his shirt and threw it onto the empty bed. With an expert hand, he undid the clasp in the middle of your bra, your breasts falling free causing him to hum as he soaked up your body with his eyes. "Now a'nt that just the prettiest view in the whole world." As he knelt, he leaned forward and pawed at your breasts, tugging at the nipples as your mouth quivered open in need. His cock strained in his pants while he rocked slightly against you, his focus on your tits while he continued to grab and feel them up.
"Collinn." His eyes snapped to yours at your voice and he descent down on your, lips on your breast sucking on it while he massaged the other. With a hand now buried in his head, encouraging him, you covered your mouth to prevent the moans that threatened to escape from your mouth. Even if no one could see you, the cabin walls were still extremely thin.
His tongue licked the nipple as he sloppily kissed it. Your hips buckled up and he looked up at you while he continued to trace your nipple with his tongue. A wet spot was left when he parted from you, he leaned back to get access to your pants, pulling them down and discarding them like he had done so many times before. "I think I lied, this has got to be the most beautiful view in the whole wide world." His words had you roll your eyes but you swallowed when he sprung his cock free from his pants and gave it a few lazy pumps.
"Ready darl?" His southern accent was thick and heavy as he weighed his dick on your pussy entrance. A silent nod was the response he needed and you bit down on a knuckle as he slid in with ease. Collinn's eyes fluttered shut as he filled you to the brim, his hand bracing himself on your hip. His lips formed an 'o' shape then retreated then suddenly thrust in. When the bed didn't make a sound and the train continued to run as usual his face lit up. Your hand flew to his wrist and gripped on as he started fucking you into the bed with ease.
His eyes roamed your body and your breast moved around with his constant trust. Each time filling you over and over, spreading pleasure throughout your body as he slipped inside with ease. Little sound but your fast breaths could be heard and yet your pulse raced as he fucked you. Collinn grabbed onto your legs and lift them straight into the air where he balanced them on each side of your head. His hand slapped down over your hand and mouth when he thrust all the way in, desperate not to get caught. Hesitantly, he removed his hand and continued his fucking. His left hand held onto the side of your leg while the other one found your clit and started to rub circles on it. His voice was a husky whisper as he spoke. "Me and you, darling, we going to cum together. You heard me? Gonna make you feel so good." You nodded and your fingers tug into his wrist.
His thrusts started to get sloppy and he rubbed your clit faster until low and behold you came on him, clenching down on his cock while he fucked you through it, sending him into his own oblivion. His eyes squeezed shit and you could feel his hot cum shoot inside of you. With his mouth ajar he slowly let your legs down and pulled his cock from inside of you. His hair was a complete mess as his cock leaked a little and he picked up your panties off the floor. They were the first thing to come back on, stopping the cum from leaking onto your legs when you sat up. A curse left his perfect lips and he tucked himself back in. As you were redressing you received a small ping from your phone.
"I knew that place was weird." Collinn gave you a confused look but his brows raised when he realised you were talking about the bank again. He did up his own shirt and you started to explain. "Three months before the bank was sealed up they had a huge display to show off their security. Long story short a heist was pulled and they lost an estimated fourth million dollars. Can you guess where they had stored all the money?"
"Somewhere secure?"
"In a 'secured' glass vault in the middle of the room."
"So that's why all the cameras were pointing there?"
"Funny enough they took all the money by blowing a hole below the vault in the maintenance area. The whole event was buried as hard as they could."
"How did you find out?" He sat down on the bed opposite you, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.
"You're not the only one with contacts."
#rainbow six siege#r6s#warden x reader#collinn mckinley#r6s x reader#kinktober#kinktober2022#the gif is my own
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A few weeks after the loss of Stephanie Brown and the return of Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is visited by the ghosts of Robins past, present, and future.
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@amonthofwhump‘s 12 Days of Whumpmas Prompt: Holiday Haunting
You can find resources related to the current Roe crisis on my sideblog here.
(tw blood, gore, unreality, past child death, past child abuse, past malnutrition, animal death, forced feeding, strangulation)
Also posted on Ao3 here.
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There’s a body squirming against him, warm breath stirring across his cheek. For a heartbeat Bruce wonders if it’s another date whose name he’ll have to pretend not to remember, but no, even before he cracks his eyes open he can tell that the body is far too small.
He turns his head slightly, blinking against the low light in his bedroom. There’s a tangle of black curls snuggled up under his arm, chin resting on his chest. Blue eyes blink up at him, tiny lashes fluttering.
For a heartbeat he thinks Dick, but then the boy speaks: “Hiya, B.” His voice is Crime Alley rough, with none of the Romani accent Dick had as a child.
Bruce lets out a long, slow breath. Jason never slept in his bed before...before. He tried once, but he woke up screaming and clawing at Bruce, begging him to get away, get the fuck away, before recognizing Bruce enough to break down sobbing and apologizing, and then avoiding him for the rest of the day. They never tried again.
But Jason’s here now, young and calm and whole and all the things he isn’t anymore. He smiles up at Bruce, and his grin is a perfect reflection of the cocksure smile Jason had given him while standing there with blood on his hands just a few weeks ago, rain glinting against his leather jacket.
“What’s wrong, B?” he asks. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Bruce swallows hard, forcing his racing thoughts to calm. “This isn’t real,” he says, trying to pitch his voice into a proper growl. But Jason is so warm against him, his little chest rising up and down, and Bruce’s voice breaks off into a trembling warble.
“Oh?” Jason sits up and he--he’s wearing his Robin uniform, smoke curling off his shoulders like dark wings. “Christmas is a time of miracles, isn’t it, B-man? Maybe you just need to expand your mind.”
Bruce coughs, throat aching with the memory of fire. “Jason--” he forces out, fighting the urge to scream or cry.
His son smiles, a tiny hand reaching to press gently against his cheek. “Bruce.” There’s a bruise spilling down his cheek like a flower, black and purple shimmering before Bruce’s eyes. He smiles and his mouth is full of blood and missing teeth.
“Bruce, Bruce, Bruce.” Each word grows deeper, Jason’s voice sliding down the vocal register as his shoulders broaden before Bruce’s eyes, bones cracking and shifting in a sickening chorus. His forelock lightens to a jarring white and his eyes harden, something cracked and hungry crawling in behind them.
Bruce tries to lunge upright, but Jason’s faster, one knee slamming into Bruce’s stomach and knocking him flat to the bed, the hand on his cheek growing larger and more callused as it shifts to Bruce’s throat. Jason squeezes and Bruce rasps for air, choking on the aftermath of an explosion.
Fight, he tells himself, but Jason’s eyes are twin spots of green ice freezing him stiff. His son’s breath is warm on his face, impossibly alive and tight with the kind of fury Bruce has seen in himself so many times.
“You can’t keep your ghosts out, Bruce baby,” Jason croons, bearing down with his full weight. He’s gotten so big, so strong, pushing down with the weight of a fallen star. There’s black creeping in at the corners of Bruce’s vision and Jason’s features ripple and blur, distorted to monstrous proportions.
“That’s it.” Jason’s forehead rests against his, impossibly tender. “Let it out, let it go. Stop fighting, Bruce, you knew from the start that you weren’t gonna win. We were all dead from the beginning, remember?”
“Jesus Christ,” someone calls from the corner of the room. A girl’s voice, young and agonizingly familiar as Jason’s. “They weren’t kidding when they called you a drama queen, Jay.”
Jason’s fingers relax and he settles back on his knees with a huff, letting Bruce draw in great, desperate lungfuls of air. The smell of smoke still hangs around him, but at least it’s no longer suffering.
“Seriously, Blondie?” Jason calls over his shoulder. “You couldn’t let me have my moment?”
“You had your moment, honeybunch,” Stephanie Brown shoots back, sashaying out of the shadows of Bruce’s bedroom. She’s wearing her Robin costume, but it’s stained with blood in the same patterns Bruce remembers from her Spoiler uniform, the same patterns he had stared at for hour after hour. “You’ve had oodles of moments. Let some of us take a turn.”
Jason crosses his arms over his chest with a pout, his face darkening and features shifting as he shrinks back to his Robin self. “Whatever,” he huffs.
“Attaboy.” Stephanie’s eyes flick back to Bruce--she’s got bruises of her own, pushing out from under her mask. “And you, boss, you’ve gotta get up. We’ve got work to do.”
Bruce blinks at her; he wants to say I’m sorry or forgive me, but the first words to come out of his twisted, aching throat are “What work?”
Stephanie chuckles. “What work, he says.” She leans closer, and he can see that her headband is really a bloody bandage. “What work? Gotham-work, silly. Isn’t that what this was all about?”
Bruce’s eyes flick between the dead girl and the undead boy. “I don’t--”
But Steph’s already turned to scoop Jason up and toss him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ignoring his kicks and cruses. She grabs Bruce’s hand with her free one and yanks, pulling him out of bed with impossible strength. “Come on, boss,” she says, and her smile has wolf-sharp teeth now.
Bruce wants to protest, but he’s already being dragged across the room, stumbling past a tangle of children’s toys and glinting weaponry that definitely wasn’t there before. Steph tugs him out the door and down the hall, past the images of blood-soaked family members smirking at him from behind filthy glass frames.
He jerks to a halt before one painting of Thomas and Martha Wayne kneeling in an alley, one on either side of a corpse charged beyond recognition. “What--”
“Come on, boss!” Steph snaps, yanking hard enough that Bruce almost face plants on the carpet. He barely manages to keep his balance as they round a corner and hustle down the stairs, the dining room door swinging open to welcome them with a wash of bright light.
Bruce staggers to a halt, blinking and rubbing his eyes as they try to adjust. Stephanie dumps Jason on the shoulder and he turns back into an adult as his feet rug, glaring down at her.
“You’re so mean,” he whines, exactly the way he used to do as a child. “I had a whole speech planned--”
Someone lets out a contemptuous little tutting noise from down the table. Bruce turns to see a small figure, smaller than either Steph or Jason, sitting at the head. Their features are obscured by a hood, but he can see that they’re wearing a version of the Robin costume--and that there’s blood shining on their chest like a flower.
“Who’s that?” Bruce asks, and he can’t quite blame the strangulation for how small his voice is.
“Him?” Steph says breezily, flopping into a chair. “Oh, he’s not important--” A dining knife comes whizzing through the air and she ducks, letting it slam into the wall behind her head. “I was going to say not yet, gremlin!” she yells, seemingly unbothered by the murder attempt.
The boy in the hood crosses his arms and slumps back in his chair with a huff that feels impossibly familiar. A cat pokes its head up from his lap, giving Bruce an unimpressed look that reminds him, oddly enough, of Alfred.
“Little psycho,” Jason says, plopping down in a chair and putting up his boots up on the table, taking a gun out of his pocket to stop cleaning it. He shoots Bruce a defiant look, like he’s daring him to say something about it, only there’s a bloody mass where his eye used to be.
“Don’t just stand there, boss,” Steph chides, gesturing at a pulled-back chair. “Take a seat! You’re the guest of honor, remember?”
Bruce takes a breath and carefully sits down, feeling the wood creak under him just the way that the old dining chairs used to. He makes himself look from child to child, forcing him to look at each one without flinching.
“This is not real,” he says, calm and steady, like a man in charge (like a mentor, a fa--) “None of this is happening. It’s a--illusion, of some kind.”
“You keep harping on about that,” Jason complains. “Who give a flying fuck if it’s real?” He smiles, and for a second his face is bone-white and twisted, tinged with sickly green. Bruce jolts at the sight before he can help himself, hand flying towards a Batarang that isn’t there.
“Don’t worry, boss,” Steph chides. “You’ve got nothing to fear, honest. There’s more than gravy than grave about us!” She laughs at her own joke, mouth opening wide enough that he can see blood down her throat. “And speaking of gravy, I’m friggin’ starving.”
She claps her hands and Bruce very nearly falls out off his chair, but suddenly his family’s finest dinnerware is laid out in front of them, candles blazing with Christmas cheer. On each plate, he can see...
“Like it?” Steph asks. “We were going to go with geese, but they all froze to death. Turkey’s more Thanksgiving-ish, and besides, Jerry’s off the menu. And lamb was kind of too on the nose, so...” She waves her hands, broken fingers swinging awkwardly. “Ta-dah!”
They’re birds. Neat, plucked, stuffed little birds, all arranged prettily with feathers spread out behind them. Bright red feathers, like spilled blood and rosy cheeks and...
“Mmm,” Steph says, taking a bit of her robin, cheeks bulging like a little chipmunk. “Alfie’s really outdone himself this year.”
Bruce can’t breathe. He can’t breathe. He can’t tell if the weight pressing down on his chest is guilt or horror or some twisted cocktail, but it’s heavier than Jason was.
“Rich boy feeling like a picky eater, huh?” Jason says, rough and sardonic. “So goddamn spoiled.” His skin presses tight against his bones, a mirror of the malnourished child who almost killed himself trying to jack Bruce’s tires. “There were days I woulda killed for a spread like this.”
The boy at the end of the table tuts against and lifts a glass to his lips. You’re too young to be drinking, Bruce wants to say, but no, the boy isn’t drinking. He’s spitting into the glass, red blood dribbling out of the darkness beneath his hood.
Steph swallows and says, “You need to eat, boss.” There’s a piece of her cheek missing now, ragged with the memories of teeth. “It’s how you get big and strong enough to keep Gotham safe.!
“I...” Bruce coughs. His ribs feel like they’ve been smashed in and his ears are ringing and the candles are burning far, far too hot. “I can’t eat this.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Come on, Bruce. You liked it perfectly fine the week before and the week before that and the week before that. It didn’t bother you in the slightest to chew us up and feed us to that city of yours, did it?”
His stomach roils and Bruce shakes his head wildly. “I didn’t, I didn’t--”
“Tt,” the hooded boy says, and this one is as sharp and dismissive as a gunshot in the alley.
“Come on, old man,” Jason says. His eyes are white now, glinting like bloody domino lenses. “It’s us. If you can’t be honest with your goddamn ghosts, who can you be honest with?”
I didn't know, Bruce wants to say, but the truth claws its way out of his throat instead: “I’m sorry,” he whispers, a broken, aching rasp. “I’m sorry.”
“We know you are, boss,” Stephanie says, and her eyes are soft and tired, her voice stained like an old woman’s. “But it doesn’t really make it better, y’know?”
“I’m sorry,” Bruce repeats stupidly, helplessly. He wants to get up and run--where? Towards them, away from them, out into the night where the bats will keep him safe or down into the shadows of his cave? It doesn’t matter, because his limbs aren’t working anyway, frozen like rigor mortis.
“You know what’s funny?” Jason asks. “I think I might have kept loving you even if you weren’t. But you are, just not enough.” The candles flicker and crackle like laughing clowns, sneering gangsters, the roar of something unnamable. “And that makes it so much worse.”
The Robin at the end of the table jumps up, high green boots clunking against wood. Now that he’s standing, Bruce can see the sword sprouting from his chest, hilt emerging from his back to open into limp, dripping wings, dark red like an omen. The sight hurts more than it possibly could for a child he’s never seen before.
“I love you,” Bruce whispers, voice shaking. “I loved--I loved all of you, I--”
“Hush,” Stephanie says, voice trailing like a dying sigh. “It’s okay, boss. We’ve got it. We’ve got you. We’ll do whatever you need us to do.”
Robin crosses the table in the space between heartbeats and drops to one knee in front of him, hand shooting out to grab Bruce’s face and squeeze. Bruce gags, mouth forced out, and he can’t fight, can’t move, his training reduced to nothing just like it always is--
“Here comes the airplane,” Stephanie sings in his ear--when did she get behind him, her hair tickling his cheek? And that’s Jason hands resting on his shoulders, holding him down. His boy’s fingers are so large now, but the indexes still tap in time the way Jason’s used to do.
The Robin on the table cuts a slice of meat and holds it up to his face. It smells good, like Mother’s perfume and Father’s cologne and all the things that Bruce lost before he knew how enough to hold them tight. He can see hear the meat sizzling against metal, tines blackening before his eyes.
“No,” Bruce forces out, but it’s garbled, smothered, like a baby bird’s last few cheeps. The kneeling Robin reaches for him and the meat presses against his mouth and it cuts--
“Master Bruce!”
His eyes open and he’s on his back in his father’s study. Alfred’s got him pinned down, kneeling over him with wide eyes, wrestling shards of glass from Bruce’s hands.
Behind Alfred’s head Bruce can see the same window that broke all those nights ago, shattered yet again to let in swirls of freezing air. Bruce’s mouth is stinging and there’s blood dripping from his hands, painting the floor dark and ugly.
“Alfred, let me up,” he grits out. “I’m all right, I’m all right, I promise.”
“You were about to eat glass, sir,” Alfred huffs, eyes a little wild. “Forgive me if I’m a little doubtful--”
“Alfred!”
Alfred lets go and pulls away, shifting back onto his knees with a grunt. “Hold still,” he says, reaching for Bruce’s hands. “I’m going to wrap these up and then we are calling Miss Zatanna.” His tone of voice brooks no argument.
Bruce closes his eyes, too tired to argue. He swears he can still smoke in his mouth, heavy and bitter.
“I fought a witch last week,” he says. A small-time crook, really, but the blast she’d caught him with...he’d been foolish enough to think it had just made his head swim. Perhaps she hadn’t even known the real impact of the spell, but still. He should have called Zatanna (he hasn’t talked to her since she stood with him next to a defunct Lazarus Pit, talking about ghosts).
“Yes, you did,” Alfred replies carefully. “And you...you saw something, didn’t you? What did you see?”
Bruce takes a slow, deep breath, thinking of shadows and blood and feathers and--and that’s it. His mind is a blank, a swirl of ugly flickers and whispers he can’t quite make out.
“Nothing,” he says, and he almost, almost believes it.
#dc#batfamily#christmas horror#bruce wayne#haunting#does it count if they're not really dead but they're still the#dead robins club#robin#batman#damian wayne#stephanie brown#jason todd#amow winter whumperland 2022#winter whumperland#red hood#I could have really expanded on this but this is a oneshot so whatever#maybe later#blood#dead animals#implied child death#implied child hungry#implied child abuse#gore#unreality#alfred pennyworth#angst
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Back in Black (and White)
Howdy guys! Sorry this is a bit short and half a rewrite of the intro basement archives scene! I got back into Studio Ghibli films, especially The Secret World of Arrietty and Howls Moving Castle! I'm probably going to redraw some scenes from those films with NATM 2 characters (and a few of my own) soon, so be on the lookout for that!
I hope you enjoy! I don't have a proofreader anymore so I am sorry if there's any spelling mistakes, or any mess-ups in grammar, or anything else! This is mostly themed around Frank and Ralph Capone and has a bit of @lidensword's oc, Étienne in it!
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“Holy Shit, Frank? You’re alive?”
Frank Capone shook the glass bits off of his shoulders after busting through the glass that surrounded him. Looking around, he saw his brothers—Al and Ralph Capone, His cousin Francesco “Frank” Nitti, and his good friend and old boss, Johnny Torrio. Things were off though, Ralph and Al looked a little older than he remembered, they weren’t outside the Western Electric plant either, and, the thing that Frank thought the most out of place was, they were all black and white. They were all staring in disbelief at him, almost like he just said something that insulted their mother.
“What do you mean, Al? Ralphie, mph-!” Frank started to ask, but was quickly cut off when his older brother barreled into him, giving him a bone-crushing hug.
“Jesus Christ, Frank, it’s so fuckin’ good to see you alive again!” Ralph said, letting him go from the hug and putting his hands on Frank’s shoulders.
“Yeah, you too, Ralph. Wait-the fucks you mean ‘alive again’ n’ why are we all black n’ white like the sliva screens?” Frank asked, pushing Ralph away to look at his younger brother and his cousin.
“We'r still tryin’ to figure dat out ourselves, Frank,” Al stated, scratching the back of his neck. “And, you died. You died April 1st, 1924, at the plant from ‘em stool-pigeons while we were gettin’ people to vote for Klenha,” Al paused, putting down the briefcase he was holding and wiping his eyes with his thumb.
“Gah, they filled you with lead even before you could bring out your gat. They took yous down right in front o’ me n’ I couldn’t do anything about it,” Al said, slurring his words together the way he would when he got angry and clenching his fists.
Frank felt like the wind was knocked right out of him… he died?! There? Then? Why? If I could kill those asses, I would, Frank swore in his head.
“We stopped everythin’ for yous after yous died, Frank. The family missed you so much, I’m glad to see yous alive again,” Ralph said with a slight smile, trying to lighten up the mood.
“We’re glad to see yous again, brother,” Al started to smile too, coming over to pat him on the shoulder.
“We are too! We can finally get that dinner you promised me after that game at the lodge.” Nitti said, patting Torrio on the shoulder. Torrio nodded in agreement, pocketing his hands. That made Frank smile and chuckle a bit.
“Alright boys, let's see if we can find someone who can give us some answers,” Al said with a grin, clapping his hands together and picking up his briefcase.
Torrio grabbed some liquor bottles that were at the base of their glass prison, passing to the others as they started to walk towards the main part of the building they were in, towards a stone gate looking thing. Frank popped open his as he followed behind everyone else, with Ralph’s arm around his shoulders.
“I’m glad to hav’ yous back, bro,'' Ralph whispered to him, taking a swig from his own bottle. Frank shoved him and smiled.
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Napoleon Bonaparte, a French military leader and the first French emperor, pointed at Kahmunrah, an Egyptian king thrown from power, angrily. Kahmunrah put his hands up in defense, which made Napoleon back down.
“Yeah, is there goin’ to be killin’ involved? ‘Cause I’m really good at the killin’,” Al said with a snide grin. “It’s kinda my niche.”
“You never get no talk back from no corpse,” Frank said, curling his lip up in anger. Ralph turned to him, blinking in shock, and then smiled. Nitti patted him on the back.
“I think that’s nieesh,” Ivan the Terrible said, making Frank’s younger brother look over at him angrily.
“Nich,” Al hissed back, making Ralph snicker. He was quickly bumped in the side by Torrio before Al noticed it.
“D-duly noted,” Kahmunrah stuttered to Al, nodding his head and tapping his fingers together.
The Russian tsar rolled his eyes and looked back at Kahmunrah, taking a few steps forward, “If we are talking about world domination, then of course I’m interested. But first I want to clarify something, so you know where we are all in business, hmm?” Ivan paused and raised an eyebrow, and Kahmunrah gestured for him to continue.
About then, Frank started to zone out and look around at the Frenchies and the Russians that stood behind Napoleon Bonaparte and Ivan the Terrible. Some of the French soldiers were still dusting the packing hay off of themselves. A Frenchman with short blond hair and a mustache seemed also to be bored, for he, too, started to look around at the other interesting people around him. Frank nodded to him and then tilted his head towards Kahmunrah and widened his eyes, as if to say ‘jeez, take a look at this bozo’. The Frenchman looked back at him quizzically, making Frank sigh and roll his eyes.
Looking over to his older brother, Frank could see that Ralph was having a bit of fun. Ralph wasn’t taking the leaders seriously either, a laughing smile plastered onto his face as he looked back and forth between whoever Kahmunrah was talking to, as if he was watching a tennis match. Since they both left school around middle school to work for money to pay the bills, Ralph and Frank both didn’t know much about the French general and the Russian Tsar, and nothing about the Egyptian ruler, just that they were somewhat important people, not from their time though.
Ivan started to list great things that he did, making Al bow his head in boredom, that made Frank tune back into the conversation.
“Duly noted,” Kahmunrah said again, this time to Ivan once he was done. “Now I would like to wrap up the old meet and greet by asking you gentlemen a question; Are you with me?!”
Al looked back to the group, mostly looking at Torrio for guidance. Torrio thought for a moment and then nodded. This is going to be fun, Frank thought with a grin, nodding too. The only person in the group who didn’t seem entirely on board was Nitti, who already was nervous because of how many people were in the tightly packed alleyway created by boxes around them.
Looking back and shrugging, Al answered with the other two leaders.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure.”
“Oui.”
“Da.”
“Then bring Larry Daley of Daley Devices and the Golden Tablet of Ahkmenrah to me!” Kahmunrah said with a determined look on his face.
#Frosty's writing#Sep 4.2022#OH MY GOSH I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!#not hermitcraft#NATM 2#natm au#natm#Frank Capone#ralph capone#Jonny Torrio#Frank Nitti#Lidensword's Oc#Étienne (oc)#Lidensword#al capone night at the museum#napoleon natm#Napoleon Bonaparte night at the museum#ivan the awesome#Ivan the Terrible night at the museum#al capone natm#ivan the terrible natm#This is my first fic out of the Warrior cat fandom and the Hermitcraft fandom
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EPISODE 20 PEOPLE!!
I wrote down notes again so I didn't miss anything and it was 2 pages, in my smallest handwriting so- THIS WILL BE A LONG POST
I will split them up into their respective scenes
Collector + Belos opening scene:
I completely forgot about the door building for a minute not going to lie, love to see it again though
EATING PALISMAN?! HE EATS THEM!? Did we know this?? I remember the DESTROYING, NOT EATING
"I can't wait to get out of this prison", now Mx Collector cosmos shadow guy, what does that mean
Speaking of the Collector, the whole time he has been so, kidlike, I wonder why, I hope we find out
Amity's parents + the kids scene:
WOAH! What does that threat mean Mrs. Blight, what deal do you have with your husband, and why does "The kids to play a more active role in Blight Industries" MEAN and why is it a threat!?
We love Mr Blight here, shoutout to Amity's dad
CATs meeting scene:
"This is just a trick to get me to wear clothes" WELL ITS NOT WORKING!" Hooty I love you, so much
"You might be a titan but you are still a little guy" THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING EDA, King is just a baby!!!
"What? Only a few people would get eaten, even then, just the small ones!" DARIUS, my icon, my inspiration, love you
EDA HAS TO JOIN A COVEN?!! NOOOO, SHE IS FAMOUS FOR BEING A WILD WITCH!
..An egg? Okay well the following explanation makes sense, for a minute I thought her literal palisman would be an egg, however I am too impatient to wait for it to hatch WHAT IS IT
"But as exciting as saving the world sounds, its not nearly as romantic as going on a rescue mission to save your girlfriend" BROO, Eda you are so right, Eda is the real number 1 fan of Lumity
WHY IS THIS IMPLYING ONE OF YOU 3 (Luz, Eda + King) IS GOING TO DIE?! I'm with King, STOP THIS TALK, IT IS NOT GOODBYE
My found family loving heart sobbed at that frame of them 3 hugging with the view
HELL YEAH! CATs! Poor Darius, he is suffering
Luz on her mission:
DARIUS INSISTED ON A SECURITY ESCORT!?! AWWW, I knew he cared!
WILLOW AND GUS?!?! YEAHHHHHH
HUNTER?!?!?! Darius really wanted the best security for Luz if he went with the like, Ex Golden Guard
He definitely begged Willow and Gus to come with, I can see it
...I'll be honest I am still not 100% sure what a Grimwalker is, I assume it has something to do with death and control and Belos, but I don't know
THE BLUSH!!! I love Lumity so much, my little children
"We can shout as loud as we want but money always shouts louder" I DIDN'T EXPECT SUCH A HARDHITTING LINE, Well said Emira!
"she'd probably say something dorky but also sweet" Amity the simp, confirmed (/lh)
"AND I'M NOT LETTING THE WORLD END BEFORE WE GO ON A REAL DATE" ....they are so gay, I adore them, it hurts
WHAT SORT OF PETNAME IS SWEET POTATO! Wtf Luz (/lh)
AHHHHHHHHHH (excited scribbles) THEY KISSED!!!!
"Oh Crikey!" LUZ!?!?
"I can't believe I just did that" "I can't believe I just said that! Oh Crikey!" I'm in hysterics over this, jesus christ
Eda + CATs on the ship:
Eda and Raine banter, the immediate "Jealous I'm going to be a better coven leader?" from Eda to lighten the mood is 10/10
EDA IS GETTING A REAL SIGIL!? NOT A ILLUSIONIST ONE?! NOOOOO
"Isn't it cool we get one last adventure together?" EDA THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYING, THIS SOUNDS LIKE GOODBYE
Back to Luz & co adventure to talk to Amity's parents:
The King and Collector connection is fascinating to me, clearly the Titans have some sort of connection to whatever the Collector is
Amity's dad needs therapy, love him WOAH KING IS GIVING HIM THERAPY?! damn.
"I'm going to spend more time with my kids, get to know them" AHHHH I am an Amity Dad fan, if he has 1 fan its me, if he has 0 fans, I'm dead
HOMOPHOBIC AMITY MUM?!?! Oh, no, not homophobic just against Luz, well, you win some you lose some
BELOS KNOWS?! AND HAS EYES ON EDA!? I swear if Raine actually is a double spy and IS being controlled by the plant coven lady or something I will go insane
"Was it the power of believing in myself?" "No! It was the power of science! But you almost had it sweetie" AHHHH LOVE HIM
AMITY'S MUM KNEW?! SHE KNEW WHAT THE DAY OF UNITY WAS?! Bro, you aren't going to be treated well, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE YOU DELUSIONAL PRICK
Woah, Luz what was that yellow power thing?!? WHAT WAS THAT!?
NOOO!!! HUNTER, this is definitely kidnapping, in every sense considering Hunter is a kid
Mr Blight being just a fan of his jetpack until he realises what it means, I love him, I adore him so fucking much
Question, what coven is Amity's Mum from, I thought it was abomination too but the ghost thing and the talking into gem thing made me realise she probably isn't, and I have forgot what she is in
"You're always welcome in our home" AWWW SUPPORTIVE DAD!!! I am a sucker for supportive parents
WOAH NO! Hunter, its lovely to see you, as always BUT WHAT HAPPENED!?
WAIT LUZ DIDN'T GET TO HEAR SUPPORTIVE DAD COMMENT! NOOOOOO
God damn it Luz, always 1 step ahead, poor Hunter is so lost
AND THAT CONCLUDES, Episode 20 reaction. Finished. I am pleasantly surprised at this episode, it had so much packed into it and I even missed things out as it would have been too long
I have so many questions and cannot wait to have (most of them hopefully?) answered next episode
#the owl house#the owl house season 2#the owl house season 2 spoilers#eda the owl lady#luz owl house#toh#toh spoilers#amity owl house#toh king#toh luz#toh amity#toh gus#toh willow#toh hunter#LOVE AMITY'S DAD#luz the owl house#lumity!!#king owl house#ONTO THE SEASON 2 FINALE
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Rewatching Ninjago:
(With no context other than the episode)
Rebooted episode 6-7
Broooo this is the episode where they get all their powers back!!! The exact moment Lloyds no longer the golden ninja.
Why is Garmadon against it??? His son was targeted for his golden power and he himself was teaching Lloyd how to NOT depend on his golden power. Seems kinda hypocritical.
I cant take the overlord seriously anymore after he was puked out by Pythor-
Nooooo. Whos idea was it for all three of them to go to the movies with the tension they had 😭
Lloyd and Jay both like Fritz donnegan, the comic book guy which is absolutely amazing and i think we should talk about it more
Im sorry who tf throws popcorn at ppl being disruptive thats even worse.
Kai flirting is so funny. NFHSNFJSJBR PIXAL KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING She just wanted to embarrass him and i find that hilarious
Kai: Relaaaaax every car works differently
Pixal: Yes, but this car is worth far more than you so i’d advise you to be cafeful
I dont remember Pixal having this much personality 💀
Pixal wasn’t even there and she still accomplished more
Pythor: YOU
Kai: me? (Gets fucking totaled)
IS HE KIDNAPPED?!?!?
Nya towards Jole the robot: I can fix him.
They’re really putting pressure on her like damn, I get that it can be frustrating but give her time. She’s not TRYING to string you two along.
OH RIGHT THEY WENT BACK IN TIME.
Ooooo the golden weapons are back
The ancient city of oroboros!!!!
They really brought everything full circle huh
Wu: and how do you know nindroids will be there.
Garmadon, menacingly as lightning crackles: Faith.
HFISNFJSBRUS
Thats not a very solid answer my guy
JESUS CHRIST
Did they HAVE to tie Kai up like that that looks so painful 😭 that is probably the worst way to dislocate a shoulder
ARE THEY GOING TO SPACE????
They’re going to fucking space.
The elevator music. Their done with this shit faces. Their bodies just bopping and floating around. Im dead.
Hilarious hows everyones serious or freaking out and Jays having the time of his life
Jay: I thought this was stuff only Fritz donnegan gets to enjoy!
Lloyd: Fritz is from a comic book! THIS IS REAL.
Jay: Well you got me hooked on the character! Lighten up a little!
I feel like an arc where Jay teaches Lloyd that growing up doesn’t mean you have to stop having fun, being childish, and indulging in kid stuff would be nice
Jay: hehe, his wisdom usually takes a while to set in.
Jay (shaking the camera): BUT WE DONT HAVE A WHILE-
Oh damn I forgot Zane was a robot
Weird how he doesn’t need air
The way Zane slowly started drifting and frantically breathing was so similar to a panic attack it made me concerned
I just noticed, the ninja aren’t really great at being the main thing a ninjas supposed to be. Stealthy. I get that it moves the plot forward but still.
I love how, yes, the ninja bash on each other as a joke, but if one of them does something cool they all become that persons cheerleader
(Rips a part of the ship and throws it at a nindroid) Cole: hope we didnt need that :)
Cole: I owe you one.
Jay: okay! Stay away from Nya.
Cole: uhhh, a different one.
Istg Cole is just doing this to mess with him I don't believe he has any romantic feelings towards her 💀
I bet theres bloopers where the voice-actors werent able to say ‘cockpit’ without breaking down
Nindroids: (scared)
Jay: HA! They do have expressions!!!
Nindroids: (get fucking obliterated)
Jay: nevermind…..
Seeing the overlords body and form is kinda disappointing ngl
I liked the veil of mystery
Jay: Would you look at that!!! Its an extraterrestrial life form!
Cole: ….
Cole: Its a bug.
Jay: im gonna call him glowy :) oh look! Glowy can fly :D
Oh shit its a parasite
Love when the ninja work as a team
Damn.
I don’t even remember how they get out of this one
Holy shit, Kais voice sounds so pained when he informed Pixal, Nya, Wu and Garmadon that they failed. Like it was so raw, props to the voice actor.
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The New Girl (Pt.2)
I ran home and got ready for my busy night ahead. As I was putting on my makeup, I didn’t know who I was dressing up for. The basketball game, or my date with Eddie. Date.... is it a date?
“Hi honey!” Chrissy yelled from the court.
She was so sweet. I looked onto the court and saw Jason. He smiled up at me. The game went quickly and of course, we won. That Lucas Sinclair boy has some skills. I met up with Chrissy, Jason and the other guys after the game.
“You guys did amazing!” I smiled.
“Thank you!” Chrissy said as she hugged me.
“Hey (Y/N), can I talk to you quickly?” Jason asked.
I followed him to a spot away from the group. He seemed really nervous.
“I was just wondering.” He stuttered. “I know we were all going to the party as a group but do you maybe wanna be my date?”
“Oh Jason. I’m flattered, really. But I can’t go to the party tonight.”
He seemed really disappointed. I felt terrible.
“My family wants to do a dinner together to talk about my first day of school.” I lied.
“I totally understand.” He smiled. “We’ll miss you. Maybe next time.”
I said goodbye to the crew and ran towards the woods.
“Eddie?” I called.
“You showed.” He smiled.
“Of course I did.” I laughed. “Did you think I was going to stand you up?”
“The cool kids have played crueler jokes.”
“I would never.” I explained.
“What the hell!?” I couldn’t stop laughing.
“You really have hit my heart.” He smiled.
He came back and sat down.
“I even turned down a date with Jason to come see you.”
“Wait? What? You had a date with Jason?”
“No!” I panicked. “After the game he asked me to go to the party with him as his date. I told him my parents wanted to do dinner so I couldn’t.”
“Couldn’t tell him you were with Eddie the Banished huh?”
“No. That’s not it at all! He just looked so hurt and I didn’t want to tell him I was leaving him for another man.”
“So I’m the other man?”
“No. Jesus Christ.” I put my face in my hands. “Let’s just move on.”
“No no no.” Eddie insisted. “Do you like Jason?”
“I don’t even really know him.”
“So there’s a chance you might?”
“Eddie, it’s been less than 24 hours. I don’t even know which way is left right now.”
His face looked glum.
“Is Eddie the Banished jealous?” I asked trying to lighten the mood.
“Not at all.” I don’t know why but that hurt. “Just want to make sure you’re careful.”
“Thanks bud but I can handle myself.”
“Got it.” Eddie said. “Anyway, guess I should show you around. The town is a little weird to be honest.”
“Weirder than you?”
“Oh so funny.” He laughed. “You’ll hear rumors of ghosts and goblins and such. But honestly, I don’t know if they’re rumors really.”
“You think this place is haunted?” I asked.
“I don’t know. It’s an eerie town. You can make a decision on your own.”
We kept walking and talking about life.
“So (Y/N) why did you move to our little town of Hawkins, Indiana?”
“My dad got a new job. Not sure what he does to be honest but I didn’t have much say in where we went.”
“Well, I’m happy he brought you here.”
“Oh yeah Munson?”
He led me up a pretty big incline.
“Yes princess.” He smiled as he grabbed my hand.
“Careful.” He said. “It’s rocky.”
My heart was thumping out of my chest. I’ve known this man all of two hours and I didn’t want him to let me go. He led me to a beautiful lake surrounded by large rock sculptures.
“You know, Jason really gives you a bad name.” I said. “You weren’t what I was expecting.”
“And what were you expecting?”
“A wierdo rock star with a God complex who possesses his victims into falling for him.” I chuckled.
“And what do you think of me now?”
“You’re a weirdo rock star with a God complex who charms his victims into falling for him.” I laughed.
“You weren’t what I was expecting either sweetheart.”
“Oh yeah Munson? What did you expect?”
“A stuck up brat who does anything to get what she wants.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“And now?”
“A beautiful soul who doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“Wow, you’re dead on.” I smiled.
He led me to a rock landing where we sat and talked more.
“Favorite color?”
“Black.” Eddie said as if it was the most obvious answer, which it kind of was. “And you?”
“It’s “(Y/F/C).” I smiled.
“And what is that face for?” I questioned.
“A pretty color for a pretty girl.”
“You really have a way with words Munson.” I couldn’t stop blushing.
“Well, maybe I can persuade you to go on a date with me next week.”
“You wanna go on a date with me?”
“More than anything in the world darling.”
“I’d love to.”
“Then a date it is my lady.” He smiled wide.
“I think it’s past my bed time.” I yawned. “See you tomorrow?”
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
“Eddie, I’m fine. It’s less than a 10 minute walk.” I smiled.
He grunted as I started the journey home. Half way to my destination, I felt sick. Not nauseous or feverish, but love sick. I wanted to kiss Eddie and thank him for making my first night in town memorable. I walked back through the woods but couldn’t find Eddie. I heard a noise and hid behind a tree.
It was Eddie and Chrissy.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whispered.
I couldn’t hear much of what they were saying but for some reason, I had a pit in the bottom of my stomach. Were they together?
“Fuck this.” I whispered.
They seemed to be flirting pretty hardcore. I had no right to be jealous, right? He asked me on a date yet here he was with another girl at 10:00 PM. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and started going home. Then, I stood and thought for a second. I turned around and went towards the party.
The next day I walked into school and was met with Eddie waiting at my locker.
“Hi pretty lady.” He said. “Wanna maybe get some dinner tonight?”
“Oh yeah. Uh, tonight doesn’t work for me.” I smiled as I cut him off. “I have plans”
“No problem. Still on for next week right?”
“I can’t.” I said as I closed my locker.
Jason came up and stood close behind me.
“Is this freak bothering you?” He asked.
“No, it’s okay Jason.”
“Whoa. What is this?” Eddie asked.
“My family dinner ended early last night so I met up with Jason at the party. We got to talking and decided to hang out a bit.” I explained.
“Which is none of your fucking business freak.” Jason said.
“How could I be so wrong?” Eddie asked. “Guess everyone in your group is the same. Didn’t think the jocks could pull such a cruel fucking joke.”
Eddie was clearly angry as he stormed off.
“What was that?” Jason asked.
“Nothing.” I sighed.
“Seems like the weirdo has a crush on you. Make sure you don’t fall for his sadistic sex spells.” Jason laughed.
Jason grabbed my hand and walked me to class. During lunch I walked into the cafeteria and went to sit with my friends.
“Chrissy.” Jason asked as she sat down. “Where did you go last night? You were there one second and disappeared the next.”
“I had to get home. School night, ya know?” She smiled.
I sat there staring at her angrily. I snapped out of it when Jason called my name.
“(Y/N), wanna go for a drive tonight?” He asked.
“Sure.” I smiled.
I looked across the room and made eye contact with Eddie.
I quickly looked away.
“Chrissy, can you come to the bathroom with me?” I asked.
She smiled and stood up. We walked to the bathroom and I confronted her.
“Why did you seriously leave the party last night?”
“I had to go home.” She started fidgeting.
“Chrissy. I saw you.” I whispered.
She lost all color in her face.
“What... what do you mean?”
“I saw you in the woods with Eddie.”
“You must be mistaken.” She stuttered.
“Chrissy!” I said sternly. “I was with him before you got there. I came back to... discuss something we were talking about and I saw you. I left before anything happened.”
“(Y/N), you don’t know what you’re talking about.” She snapped. “Stay out of my business.”
“Are you ashamed of him?” I asked.
“Seriously (Y/N), stop.”
“I’m your friend Chrissy. Please.”
“We just met yesterday (Y/N)! You don’t know shit!”
She ran out of the bathroom and I broke down. I fucked up like I always do. Lunch was still in session so I quickly ran to my locker to get my stuff for the next class before anyone could see the tears streaming down my face.
“(Y/N).” Eddie said as he approached my locker. “Are you okay?”
“Leave me alone.” I cried. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“(Y/N), you’re not like them. Why are you doing this?”
“Maybe Jason was right. Maybe you are a freak.” I said as I looked at him.
He was speechless.
“You play games with people’s minds. I don’t know how you did it or why but I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“I didn’t play games.”
“I saw you last night with Chrissy.”
Part 1 | Part 3
#stranger things#eddie munson#Eddie x reader#eddie#Eddie munson fic#joseph quinn#eddie the banished#eddie the freak munson
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lines anon!! i have SEVERAL i can point to. rereading pb: “you know babies?” is perfect.
from the tua long fics whose names i can’t remember off the top of my head due to having bad brain disease but live in my brain permanently:
“i should have appreciated the apocalypse more” and the preceding conversation about betting on fives health still makes me smile
“jesus, do we need to talk about /that/?” / “lighten up a little, kiddo” (about mankind playing god with pugs)
“it’s okay honey, if there’s anything close to a god, they’ll take after me”- eudora
these are obviously the funny examples, but the earnest ones that live in my mind are too revealing of my mental health issues, and not even anon will make me admit to those, so
HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN “Jesus Christ Stanley” “I don’t believe in him and he can’t stop me”
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jdkfdjfksdj i am being spoiled
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Helene arrived at Col’s house a little after noon, her backpack filled with water, a sandwich, some sweets and the flashlight with enough batteries to keep them going for a few hours. It was going to take them a good few hours to reach those railroad tracks, so it would be approaching twilight time when they eventually started the ghost hunt they had every intention of undertaking and seeing through until they captured something worthwhile.
‘ Come on, Colly, we gotta get there before the sun goes down, ‘ she yelled from outside, hearing the other girl yell back that she was coming and to hold her horses. ‘ Boy, that lilt of yours really comes flying out when you’re pissed, ‘ she chuckles, pulling the straps back over her shoulders as they started to slip down her arms.
‘ Jesus, you’d think I was still sleepin’ or somethin’, ‘ Colleen was laughing in spite of how much annoyance she felt at being rushed, although she understood too well and wouldn’t want them stranded in the dead of night with miles and miles of train tracks to follow back home.
‘ Y’know, sometimes it takes you so long I’d be thinkin’ you were. What took you so long? ‘ Hel is amused at the frustration but quickly lightens the mood as she hands her best friend a packet of skittles from her bag and pulling one out for herself, too.
‘ Skittles aren’t gonna make your naggin’ easier to deal with, Hel, ‘ Colleen laughs, brushing off the troubles and popping a handful into her mouth as they started their walk, further and further along until the houses went out of view and the forest up ahead wasn’t too far away. ‘ How long do you think it’ll take to reach the tracks? ‘ she asks, downing a mouthful of water.
‘ I reckon at least three hours of walkin’, with stops along the way cause I haven’t walked that far since my dad took us hiking a few years ago. Do you remember that weekend? My legs haven’t endured that much work since.. getting old in our late teens I guess, ‘ she heaves a sigh and can already feel the tension in her legs as they cross a clearing until they’re a few feet from the trees which will at least give them a fair bit of shelter away from the blazing sun.
‘ Christ, I hope my own legs don’t pack in before we get there, ‘ the green eyed woman sighs but realises the upcoming shade they’re about to experience will benefit their journey greatly. ‘ Chris and the boys haven’t even been back up this way in a few years, ‘ she adds.
‘ Oh yea, I overhead Chris tellin’ Gordie just last week they won’t ever go back there where that kid died.. I think everythin’ that happened with Ace scared them all off going near the place, along with witnessing the sight of a dead body, too.. obviously, ‘ Helene rambles on, taking a long sip of water as they continued on through the forest, passing snacks back and forth.
‘ Right, I don’t blame them really, that would put me off goin’ back for the rest of my life, ‘ Colleen answered, popping a piece of gum into her mouth and beginning to chew as she handed one over to her bestie, who willingly accepted the fresh mint as a change from the gummies.
‘ Ace and the boys should’ve gotten some reprimandin’ I think, for what they did.. or at least what he tried to do, ‘ Helene says, ‘ God, I would have shot him if he’d actually hurt the boys. ‘
‘ He’s gonna be in trouble with the law for the rest of his life at the rate he’s goin’. Hell, it’s been a few years since and he still hasn’t quit with all the bullshit, ‘ Col states, shaking her head because the two of them had been sweet on each other on and off for a long, long time.
‘ You and him still going together or? ‘ Hel asks, curious and turning to look at her friend.
‘ Nah, we haven’t been for a while now.. at least six months or so, I just don’t think I can wait for him to grow up, or at least stop gettin’ himself thrown behind bars every other weekend. I almost never got to see him when we were together cause he was never out long enough, ‘ she sighs.
‘ I don’t blame you, really. I would be pretty fed up with him, too. I remember that boy years ago who came into town, who I tried to get with.. that Landon Carter, do you remember him? he lasted about two months here before his dad had to ship them both back off out of the state to return home, cause the town didn’t want him here, ‘ Helene shook her head in distaste.
‘ I remember, didn’t he also hang about with Ace and the boys a lot before they headed on out? ‘ Col asked, the two girls relating a lot in terms of past boyfriends and how immature they were, which gave them little to no hope for a happy relationship in their futures.
‘ He did, spent most of his time with Eyeball I think, but tried to lead the group as much as Ace, which I think pissed him the hell off and he got booted and not long after that is when they left town, ‘ Helene sighs, downing some more water and digging around in the bag for a baby ruth for both herself and Colleen. ‘ Here.. we better eat these before they melt. ‘
‘ Oh you’re a gem! chocolate for the hike, ‘ Col says, unwrapping the bar with eagerness only a child would have and chomping down right away, which Hel followed suit with as they walked.
‘ Almost there, I can see the bridge from here, too, ‘ Helene remarked, biting down into the bar again and pointing ahead to the appearance of the tracks just to the left.
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