#i was gonna post this next week but NAHHHH
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ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣?
#ehe#i was gonna post this next week but NAHHHH#oc: kai#oc: atlas#oc: taryn#<- literally just her back and hand LMAO#ts4#simblr#sims 4#my sims#show us your sims
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Ya bitch got into the void state
Champagne anon here and your mf girlll got in the mf void state and manifested her dream life. This happened a week ago, and I’ve been chilling but I do wanna share my story to help others. Gotta give Thanks to Maya, and so many other bloggers and even anon. Y’all hoes will forever be in my heart, and I’m forever grateful 🥹 also Maya girl you told me when I succeed to get into detail and I got nothing to do for the next two hours so imaaa just share it all here in detail.
I also wanna especially thank all the black creators on tumblr!! I didn’t know there were so many of us using the law. It always seems the world is so against us, and there’s nothing we can do abt it but nahhhh!! we can all live our best melanated lives regardless. Periodt, as we should it’s about goddamned time after everything we’ve been though 😂
Anyways!!!! after reading this: https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/717864613626134528/im-your-bubble-anon-but-i-made-this-burner-to success story yesterday I got hella motivated. I read that shit and I thought I posted it on accident because it was everything I had been through, and had been thinking anyways. That anon ate your tumblr habits btw. If y’all haven’t seen my good sis’s sucess post go check that shut out rn, On god it will help.
At the end that anon (my mf dawg 🙏) included that they manifested for everyone. Now ion know if that shit actually work tbh. I’ve seen people say you can and can’t, but tbh the vibes were too high for me to doubt. I was like ight, okay fuck it, ima leave my dream life. Whether it me, that anon, or the devil himself ion give a fuck.
So that’s whatssss a bitch did!!! I just affirmed all day it was very fulfilling. People who hate on affirming are mad corny. I can’t lie that shit works hella fast even if you don’t believe it. Idk if that anon’s void manifesting helped or what but I didn’t do much and after 3 months of trying I entered the damn void state. I’m mad I thought I had to be on some ghandi shit to do this (no hate to him hes da man) but you rlly don’t y’all. BUT LEMME TALK MY SHIT ALL YOU NEED IS AFFIRMING AND PERSISTENCE.
Anyways I went go bed excited asl!! I wrote my script that was like 10 pages long I can’t lie I did the most… but it’s whateva. I woke up in the void state after waking up at 4 am or sum, and i was like oh shityyyt lemme manifest rq and skrttt out this hoe. So that’s what a mf did 😂😂
Anyways the part y’all’s is waiting for. This is what ya girl manifested
Desired face and body. I was in shock how all the details came to life. Y’all im a solid 100/10 it’s giving natural bbl and Aliyah. I swear to gahhh everywhere I go people be trying to peep. I’m not used to being treated like a fucking celeb everywhere I go, whole time it’s just my fat gyattttt
Being the hottest 16 yr old IT GIRL at my school, and having lucky girl syndrome. People call me a mini jayda wayda, but tbh I’m better than her now. No hoe is ever gonna cheat on meee like they did her…bye. She’s still gorgeous as fuck tho
Perfect school life. Your girl is set to be the Valedictorian when I graduate (my school has 4!) I’m also sophomore year President, captain of the basketball team, apart of some volunteer programs through my school, and so much more. My resume and college application is abt to be so fuckin fire in 2 years. As I should Columbia is a competitive ass school 😤😤 that aside everyone always tryna link, I got 3 guys fighting over me (whole damn love square), so many people tryna be my friends, teachers love me, and I excel in everything I do.
My Family being rich assss fuck. My dad got a Wikipedia now and his net worth is 22 million dollars. He owns a hedge fund company now, we love a man in finance 😍😍 AS HE FUCKING SHOULD. He got a material gurlll daughter. Two in fact now.
Fire ass crib. Bro it’s a 9 million dollar penthouse, perfect for ragers. I woke up here and my room is decorated to my personality, pintrest clothes all in my closet, I got an exotic pitbull and frenchie, and the house is just mad clean and fire, I’m obsessed with it. Rarely ever wanna leave now.
My mom not being strict. That bald headed ass hoe use to be mad annoying. Y’all know how Haitians are. Mad annoying as fuck and strict for no reason. Now I go out everyday and come home at midnight and no one gives a fuck. Everyone minds their own business as they should.
Having an older brother and younger sister. I was an only child, because I was a miracle baby bc my mom was infertile. Now she got 3 of us, so she can stop being only in my buisness. I’m just playin I love my mom regardless she’s just hella clingy. Anyways my brother is mad protective but also be wrestling mad aggressive for no damn reason. He gave me a bruise but it’s whateva Ima get my lick back. I also always wanted to be an older sister, bc I’d love to be a role model! My sister is 10 and adores me soo much it’s so adorable 🥹 lmfaooo, she’s mad spoiled by me and my mom but it is what it is.
Successful lip gloss business and being a successful drop shipper. Now you didn’t think a sista wasn’t gonna give herself a career just because I’m young right 🤨🤨 we’ll ya wrong. Ya girl is making 200k-400k a year. I barely even use my money cause I got an allowance from my parents… but still, financial literacy and wealth is so important to me especially as a black woman.
A pookie bae. Y’all know I wasn’t gonna deal with finding a loyal cute and funny guy in nyc. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Anyways I got me a fine ass boo. I just wrote down all the features I wanted in him like for exampleS finically secure so he can spoil me, handsome as fuck, tall, funny asl, kind, little clingy, deep raspy voice, nice hand, good hygiene and style,yanno yanooo !!! Plus some other shit and whewww the void did me so good. Nowww my boo bear is a lil cracker and I’ve never dated a white boy befuh but my am I surprised. I wake up everyday with some long ass appreciation texts and plans already made ! Y’all know I love me a dominant man who knows what he wants. He’s got some nice ass clothes, nice car and crib, made me a passenger princess and spoils me way too much. He doesn’t complain abt my mood swings and simps in the best way possible. Not to mention he’s fine afkkk he’s giving vinnie hacker. He’s also 6’1 and I’m 5’1 so that height difference is soooo hot I can’t lie I feel so so safe with him 🫣 I could go on all day but in short he’s more than perfect
+ so much more but this is what shocked me the most. Anyways I’ve been living like this for the past week and it just feel so natural. I keep forgetting I got into the void but whateva I’m the only who knows anyways. Anyways live yo best life and neva give upppp. I gotta go but I’ll probably eventually make a blog. My names angela so look out for it. I’m just mad lazy soo idk tho !!!
Angela out 🫡✌️
Girl this was so fun to read, I’m just as excited for you lmfao. I love seeing black women win, and thank you for sharing your methods! Enjoy your best life and come back if it resonates with your life bae !!!
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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 14*
Chapter 15
Chapter 13
ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.
This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I've already changed the ending. Lulz.
I said this in another post, i really don't know what's gonna happen over the weekend.
If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don't know how i'll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.
No no, i'm kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.
SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I'm sorry, please don't leave me in that time!
I'm also sorry this chapter isn't super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn't wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That's not fair to anyone.
SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.
Which honestly shouldn't be that different because all the trailers we've seen she's been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.
Oh PS-- Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn't use this song earlier, it's so fucking accurate.
But better late than never, right?
PPS--- Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don't work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i'll give the spots to other people.
Alright here we go!
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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other.
“....You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him.
“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”
“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!”
“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins.
“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.
“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”
“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”
“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically.
“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile.
“I proposed!” He reminded you.
“Almost proposed,” you clarified.
“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the--?”
“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no--”
“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”
“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,”
“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”
“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly.
“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,”
You recognized it immediately.
“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?”
“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,”
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Eddie’s 14th Birthday
“....Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!”
“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish.
“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing.
“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly.
Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.
“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself.
“I hate you,” he grumbled.
“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it.
“...Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,”
“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,”
“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes.
“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,”
“Right,” he rolled his eyes.
“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him.
“...I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake.
“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.
“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.
“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled
“US weird,”
“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,”
“...Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?”
“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like--”
“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party--??”
He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it.
“....You don’t like it,” You said softly.
“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,”
“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie--” You started to take it back.
“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry.
“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.
“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him.
“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,”
“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.
You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.
“Eddie, I um--” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt.
“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life.
“I--”
“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.
“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table.
“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,”
“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes.
“....I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to--”
“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?”
“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet.
“Alright you, let’s go,”
You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie
who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile.
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“I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair.
“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.
“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.
“What are you--”
“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”
“Well yeah but--”
“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”
“Eddie--”
“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,”
“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension.
“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.
“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.
“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.
“I don’t--” you looked up at him, confused.
“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.
“I know you’re gonna tell me--”
“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,”
“Eddie…”
“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”
“Baby…”
“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,”
“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down.
“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.
“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.
“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.
“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey.
“Hmmmm, well--” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,”
“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,”
“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,”
“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.
“....Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.
“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…”
“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,”
“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed.
“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.
“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think--”
“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.
“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.
“No, but--”
“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.
“I just--”
“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?”
“Yeah…” he nodded softly.
“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,”
“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.
“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”
“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?”
“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.
“Yeah, you think I don't know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”
“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?”
“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?”
“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,”
“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up.
“Why do you need to--”
“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.
“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you.
“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a
“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so--”
“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,”
“Eddie come on--” you reached for him but he jerked away.
“NO,” He shouted. “I just want--”
“Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.
“Because you weren't around, Y/N!” he barked back.
“Wha--”
“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it.
“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.
“Eddie, I--”
“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”
“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example--”
“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch.
“Eddie--”
All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died.
“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,”
“No it won’t!” you protested.
“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,”
“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,”
“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,”
“That is so ridiculous--” you dismissed his thought.
“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”
“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!”
“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to-- atone, or whatever,”
Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying.
“And now I think I'm better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just-- what, make you feel like a moron?”
Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real.
“I don’t wanna do this anymore--” He shoved past you and kept walking.
You knew what you had to do-- you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people.
Then you had an idea.
“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks.
“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you.
“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”
The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.
“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,”
“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.
“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him.
“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…”
Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words.
“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second.
“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing.
He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.
“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now.
God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’.
“And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”
You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple.
You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.
“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,”
WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.
When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.
And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts.
“No, I'm sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”
“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on.
“I just-- I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want-- need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,”
“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.
“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just--” You cried.
“No,” he pulled you back to face him.
“No, don’t you think for one second of just-- dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,”
“You don’t--” you put a hand to his face.
“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you-- you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll--”
“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,”
“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you.
“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.
“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,”
“I love you, Eddie,”
“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”
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Eddie’s Trailer
Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them.
“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud.
“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,”
“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them--”
Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling.
“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing.
The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it.
“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them.
“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”
“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.
“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.
“She didn’t make it,” He finished.
“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly.
“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.
“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her--”
“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!”
“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in.
“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend--?” Dustin stammered.
“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.
“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.
“...It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.
“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.
“You just let him stay there with-- with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body.
He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic.
He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message.
He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened.
“We tried to--” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body. His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you.
He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous.
“Dustin we really tried to--” Robin tried telling him.
“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”
“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.
“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.
“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I'm a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”
“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”
“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder.
“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids.
“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie.
He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.
“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?”
“Ladies first,”
“Nance,” Robin pointed at her.
“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole.
“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.
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Meanwhile
You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.
“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!”
You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that.
“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.
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At The Portal
Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal.
“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!”
“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “...And Y/N!”
“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn't care who saw them. You were alive.
“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!”
“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.
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You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both.
“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called.
You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!”
You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together.
You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold.
Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you.
“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him.
Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view.
“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.
Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder.
“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked.
“What the--” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.
“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna.
“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,”
He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.
“You SON OF A---” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could.
“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes.
His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon.
‘What just--” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”
How were they going to save you now?
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson#eddie x you#eddie munson angst#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x you angst#protect eddie munson#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things 4#stranger things#spring break 86#Spotify
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random post thing
Just wanted to write out something I’ve been wanting to talk about, mostly rant-y so if you aint feeling it, you can stop reading from here on.
So, over the past few weeks, we’ve obviously gotten major stories coming to a conclusion for two of the largest fandoms currently, the MCU and GOT. I’m a huge fan of both. Started the MCU with Iron Man back in 08, and joined the GOT (j/b peeps) back in 2014. These two series have been so near and dear to my heart, although GOT has been disappointing me since s5, but I digress. For the sake of comparing, since both came out so back to back, I can honestly say without a single doubt, that the MCU conclusion has been far more rewarding. Endgame to me, set a bar so high, I don’t think anything can ever come close to it. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, and I’d actually argue that Infinity War was an overall better feature film, but Endgame closed the book on many character arcs that we’ve been following, things that made beautiful narrative sense. It was handled so well. Tony’s legacy ending by being the guy to “lay down his life and let the other guy crawl over” him. I cried so much throughout the third act of the film because it’s everything I could’ve wanted and more. This is how you end a story. It wasn’t even like it was all fan service, it was more of the fact that we finally go had the privilege to see every major character on screen all at the same time, assembled. I see something like this that’s 3 hours long, and then I look at GOT, that’s had HOURS each season, and it’s not as artistically crafted as whats been done in the MCU across 22 separate films. How the fuck are you gonna tell me that one major story line that’s interconnected across 22 films has more coherence and a better understanding of their characters and the universe it’s set in, than GOT which has abandoned so many previously emphasized plot points for characters, and in universe canon. I know they’re two different medians, but I feel like GOT should’ve had the advantage since they had multiple seasons to tell their story. This last season specifically has stripped away SO MUCH from their characters, whereas Endgame seemed to beautifully conclude arcs, without abandoning everything the character has fought for and has grown on a personal level. They’re complex, and I love them. I should be feeling the same type of love for GOT, because there are characters I truly love on there, more so in the books. I had a glimmer of hope that maybe, after years and years of suffering through inconsistent story writing and characterizations, there would be a grand payoff, but all we’ve gotten is regression. Which leads me to my next point which I believe is the root for all of this.
Passion. Simply put. I’ve seen interviews with the Russo brothers who have invigorated so much life and love into the works they’ve put together. Same goes with most of the other directors like Taika, Ryan, Scott, James Gunn. They all share something in common that I feel D&D lack as writers and show runners. Love of the source material. The Russos gush over the source material. When they talk about the story and the characters within the story, you can hear that they genuinely LOVE the characters, they work through scenes to favor the characters, making sure it fits in and isn’t ooc. They respect them. When I hear D&D speak in those behind the scenes videos, I don’t get any of that from them. I think any passion they might’ve had for the show was most likely lost early on, and it’s become almost a chore for them at this point. They don’t respect George’s vision, period. They don’t respect the source material, hell I doubt they ever read any of it. And yes, you can say the show is it’s own thing, but even then, D&D never followed through with show canon things they themselves set up early on. The importance of valyrian steel swords? LOL NOPE. Three eyed raven? Nahhhh. And I can go on and on. We’re missing two more episodes of GOT, and honestly, I just know I’m going to be disappointed, as are many people. It’s heard to please everyone, I get it, but to purposely shit on everything that was built up from the very beginning is truly just spitting in our faces, the actors, everyone involved really. We don’t watch it for the cheap twists or for the constant subversions. We watch because of the characters. The story. The narrative. The passion.
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Targrin, Interlude: The Sidearm
(As promised, here’s the second half of this week’s pair of Targrin stories! This one’s about how Chaz got the pistol they use as an offhand weapon. I’ll likely share links to the Google Docs of these after I’ve posted all of them, so you can see the stories in their original formatting!)
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The Sidearm
1328AE, Doctor Maakinen’s Home, Rata Sum
(A day after the events of Targrin, Act 3: Scars)
Chaz shot up from the guest room bed with a startled grunt, taking heaving, shuddering breaths as they glanced around the darkened room. Another damn nightmare, nothing new there, they thought to themselves as they caught their breath. Bleary-eyed, they groped about for their glasses, hands still shaking.
Their ears flicked and their fur stood on end as they heard a low, grumbling sound from… somewhere in the room. “Mn… who… who’s there?!” they gasped, finally feeling their glasses and grasping at them desparately, putting them on with shaky paws.
No response, save for the grumbling, which was getting more ominous. The charr timidly got up, but stayed on their bed, leaning forwards and getting on their hands and knees, as they followed the source of the sound, which was steadily getting louder.
“I said who’s there?!” they barked, in a hushed, shaky tone. Still no response. “This isn’t funny, come on now.”
Shivering, they flicked their ears some more, listening. A clank, followed by a scratching sound, like metal dragging against stone. Anticipating the sound made it worse as they barely stifled a surprised yelp into a horrified squeak, not wanting to wake Doctor Maakinen, who was sleeping in the room across the hall. Looking for the source of the sound, they looked to the darkest corner of the room, and heard a slow grinding… before a pair of glowing, yellow eyes turned around and seemingly glared right at Chaz
The scream of terror immediately jerked Maakinen awake from her sleep. “…Chaz? Chaz, dear, are you okay?”
“HE’S HERE, MOM!” Chaz yelped, “STAY AWAY!”
Maakinen sounded confused, and increasingly worried “What? Who’s there? It’s not the Inquest is it?! Hang on, I’m coming!”
“NO, DON’T-” Before Chaz could finish their sentence, Maakinen charged into the room, and flicked the lights on. Maakinen was still in her sleepwear, holding a rather hefty-looking pistol.
“Where is he?!” Maakinen barked, “I’ll… “ She looked around the room, and her ear flicked as she heard the grinding sound. Both she and Chaz glanced over to the corner of the room, where a small, dome-shaped golem with two glowing yellow sensor crystals hovered about, came to a halt and looked up at the pair.
“Hello-Doctor-Maakinen. The-room-is-now-free-of-dander. Hello-guest-and-dander-source-Chaz-Tarbound. You-are-shedding-more-than-usual-today.”
Maakinen heaved a sigh of relief, lifting her finger off the trigger of the hefty pistol. “I am so sorry about that, I forgot to tell you the Dynamics boffins gave me a house-cleaning golem. He’s called Scrublord, and… are you okay?”
Chaz looked positively stunned as they saw Maakinen holding the gun. “I… you…” they buried their head in their hands, clearly embarassed. “Burn me, I am so sorry for waking you up at this hour, mom. I just… had a bad dream, I woke up, and saw… yellow eyes. I thought he’d come to get me.”
“Who, Scrublord?” Maakinen tilted her head. “I think this is the first time you- Oh. Ohhhh… you mean the Separatist who… eugh. “ She facepalmed. “I really should have told you about Scrublord ahead of time. C’mere, it’s okay.” The older asura climbed up onto the bed, sitting down beside Chaz, putting her gun aside and putting a hand on their shoulder. “It’s alright, progeny. You’re safe here.”
Chaz hiccuped a bit and sniffled, but nodded, smiling. “I guess it was kind of silly of me to assume that some lousy Separatist would know where I’d gone, huh?”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. I might not know my psychiatry, but I’m more than familiar with the way the mind can play tricks on a person, and I imagine yours isn’t in the best of states right now.”
“Yeah… Can I just say something, though?”
“Of course, dear, what is it?”
“You… Just, when I saw you come through the door holding that gun…”
“Oh, sorry if I startled you.”
“No, no, it’s just… I’m impressed. You heard me yelling, and your first instinct was to charge in to save the day, I… thanks, mom.”
“Nahhhh, it’s nothing, dear. I used to do that all the time when I was keeping you safe from the Inquest. Remember that one guy who came in like he wanted to ask you a few questions?”
“Oh yeah, and then I pointed out all the scalpels and stuff he had on him. Man, you went ballistic on his ass.”
“Figuratively and literally.”
Chaz looked down at the pistol on the bed. It was different from the one they’d seen Maakinen toting in the past, this one looked… sleeker, with a more curved grip. “Woah… since when did you have that gun? I always remembered you having that chunky glyphic number on standby for the Inquest.”
Maakinen grinned. “Oh, this?” She picked the gun up, holding it out for Chaz to see. “This is from about… three years back. Pact standard issue, I was allowed to hold onto mine once I returned home.”
“Ahh, I…” Chaz perked their ears up and looked back at Maakinen, eyes wide. “Wait. You were in the Pact?”
“Oh, I… might have neglected to tell you.” Maakinen chuckled nervously. “I was on the front lines out in Orr as a field medic. I guess I didn’t want you worrying about me while you were busy working with the Tar warband. I’m sorry, I should have said something sooner-”
Chaz gave their mom a pat on the back, smiling. “It’s alright, mom. I appreciate the concern. And I mean, you’re still here, so… Are you doing alright? Being a medic out on the front lines, you must have seen some awful stuff.”
“Oh yes, terrible, horrific things. Those Risen were something else, and the wounds they inflicted…” She shuddered. “I suppose it’s fortunate that I was stationed with Psychiatrist Aada, one of my krewemates. Between the two of us we were able to keep the other troops’ morale high, and she was able to help me keep it together when the nature of my work started to get too much for me to handle.”
Chaz listened intently to the story. “Aada’s the one you mentioned yesterday, yes?”
Maakinen nodded. “I still owe her for helping me out, so I’m going to be doing legwork for her, getting in touch with people from other races. Aada’s hoping to collaborate with psychiatrists across Tyria, to gain a better understanding of how each race handles the ailments of the mind.”
“So what ‘official’ name are the Curie Krewe gonna be rocking for this latest endeavour?”
“Well we’re still deciding on that part. After yesterday I thought about suggesting the name ‘Chaz Krewe’ after finding out what you’ve been through…”
“Mom…”
“Buuuut I don’t want to embarass you like that, so I’ll keep that one to myself. The other krewemates are workshopping some names right now. Aada suggested ‘Emayy’.”
“Emayy? That’s an interesting name.”
“It’s a phonetic spelling of the acronym MA - Short for Mental Ailments. We might go for MI - that’s Emeye - for Mental Illness instead…”
“How long do you expect it’ll take to decide on a name and found the krewe this time?”
“Ha, ha, very funny.” Maakinen snarked, before glancing about a bit and leaning in closer to whisper. “We’re just stalling while we wait for the next fiscal period to kick off so we can apply for more generous funding.”
“Right on,” Chaz nodded.
“Anything else you wanted to know about my work on the front lines?”
“Well… that gun… did you-”
“Several Risen. Got one of those bastards right between the eyes, that was satisfying.”
“Wow. That gun’s huge compared to you, I’m surprised your wrist isn’t all messed up with the kickback.”
“Well, I’ve a few tricks up my sleeve. See, this gun isn’t actually loaded. It’s more like a tool for me to focus illusory magic through. That said, it is fully functional.” She picked it up, and offered it to Chaz, grip first. “You want it? Looks like it’d fit your hands just fine”
“I-- what?” Chaz was blindsided. “Just like that?”
“I’d… been thinking about it for a while. Swords are more my style, you know that, but after what you told me yesterday, about the ambush… I just couldn’t bear to think of you going back out there without having something for your own defense.”
Chaz looked at the gun, unsure, but eventually they gently took it, and got a feel for its weight. “You know, not many moms would just up and give their kid a gun like that.”
“Well, not many asura moms have a fluffy progeny, eh dear?” Maakinen chuckled
“Point,” Chaz conceded. They set the gun to the side, and hugged Maakinen. “Thank you. I promise to only use it if I absolutely need to.”
“Of course. You always were extra cautious, even in the fahrar, if what your primus told me was right.”
Chaz chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.” A thought suddenly struck them, and they asked, “Hey, mom? When you were out in Orr… Did you happen to see any interesting-looking war machines?”
“As a matter of fact I did. Our camp was given a shipment of automated turrets for defense. Curious things, they looked all for the world as if Iron Legion had built them, save for one little difference.”
“Oh?” Chaz tilted their head. “What would that be?”
“Just underneath the barrels of the turrets…” Maakinen tried to visualise the turrets with her hands, pointing at an imagined spot, “There was a crystal array. These things were brilliant, they could lead moving targets and mowed down Risen with frightening accuracy. Almost like a fusion of charr might and… asura… precisionnnn…” she looked up at Chaz, a little smirk growing across her face. “Those were yours, weren’t they?”
The charr laughed, smiling sweetly and hugging their mom. “I’m just glad to know Tar warband’s weaponry made it onto the battlefield. A lot of work went into those, I mostly helped calibrate the crystals.”
Maakinen hugged Chaz back. “Now I’m doubly sorry I never told you that I was serving with the Pact!”
“Haha, it’s okay, mom, it’s okay. You can rest proud knowing your fluffy progeny was fighting alongside you, in a manner of speaking.”
“I suppose that’s true, dear,” Maakinen chuckled, yawning a bit. “…What hour is it, anyway? We should both try and get back to sleep, I’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow, and you, progeny, need all the rest you can get after what you’ve been through.”
“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try, mom,” Chaz nodded. “Sorry again for waking you up like that. I’ll try and remember about the cleaning golem next time.”
“I think the lil bugger needs a bit of re-programming and a change of sensor crystals, so as not to spook you from now on. What do you think, Scrublord?”
“Doctor-Maakinen. You-are-covered-in-dander.”
“Damn straight I am.”
#Chaz Targrin#Doctor Maakinen#Charr#Asura#Chaz is a Scribe#Guild Wars 2#guns cw#ptsd cw#Lemme know if I should tag for anything else
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"Spring Break 86" *Chapter 14*
Chapter 15
Chapter 13
ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.
This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I’ve already changed the ending. Lulz.
I said this in another post, i really don’t know what’s gonna happen over the weekend.
If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don’t know how i’ll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.
No no, i’m kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.
SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I’m sorry, please don’t leave me in that time!
I’m also sorry this chapter isn’t super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn’t wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That’s not fair to anyone.
SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.
Which honestly shouldn’t be that different because all the trailers we’ve seen she’s been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.
Oh PS– Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn’t use this song earlier, it’s so fucking accurate.
But better late than never, right?
PPS— Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don’t work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i’ll give the spots to other people.
Alright here we go!
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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other.
“….You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him.
“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”
“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!”
“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins.
“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.
“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”
“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”
“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically.
“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile.
“I proposed!” He reminded you.
“Almost proposed,” you clarified.
“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the–?”
“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no–”
“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”
“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,”
“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”
“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly.
“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,”
You recognized it immediately.
“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?”
“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,”
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Eddie’s 14th Birthday
“….Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!”
“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish.
“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing.
“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly.
Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.
“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself.
“I hate you,” he grumbled.
“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it.
“…Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,”
“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,”
“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes.
“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,”
“Right,” he rolled his eyes.
“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him.
“…I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake.
“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.
“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.
“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled
“US weird,”
“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,”
“…Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?”
“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like–”
“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party–??”
He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it.
“….You don’t like it,” You said softly.
“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,”
“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie–” You started to take it back.
“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry.
“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.
“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him.
“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,”
“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.
You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.
“Eddie, I um–” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt.
“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life.
“I–”
“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.
“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table.
“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,”
“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes.
“….I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to–”
“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?”
“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet.
“Alright you, let’s go,”
You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie
who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile.
————
“I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair.
“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.
“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.
“What are you–”
“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”
“Well yeah but–”
“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”
“Eddie–”
“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,”
“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension.
“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.
“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.
“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.
“I don’t–” you looked up at him, confused.
“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.
“I know you’re gonna tell me–”
“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,”
“Eddie…”
“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”
“Baby…”
“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,”
“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down.
“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.
“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.
“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.
“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey.
“Hmmmm, well–” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,”
“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,”
“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,”
“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.
“….Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.
“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…”
“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,”
“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed.
“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.
“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think–”
“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.
“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.
“No, but–”
“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.
“I just–”
“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?”
“Yeah…” he nodded softly.
“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,”
“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.
“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”
“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?”
“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.
“Yeah, you think I don’t know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”
“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?”
“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?”
“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,”
“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up.
“Why do you need to–”
“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.
“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you.
“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a
“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so–”
“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,”
“Eddie come on–” you reached for him but he jerked away.
“NO,” He shouted. “I just want–”
“Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.
“Because you weren’t around, Y/N!” he barked back.
“Wha–”
“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it.
“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.
“Eddie, I–”
“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”
“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example–”
“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch.
“Eddie–”
All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died.
“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,”
“No it won’t!” you protested.
“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,”
“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,”
“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,”
“That is so ridiculous–” you dismissed his thought.
“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”
“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!”
“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to– atone, or whatever,”
Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying.
“And now I think I’m better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just– what, make you feel like a moron?”
Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real.
“I don’t wanna do this anymore–” He shoved past you and kept walking.
You knew what you had to do– you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people.
Then you had an idea.
“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks.
“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you.
“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”
The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.
“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,”
“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.
“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him.
“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…”
Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words.
“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second.
“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing.
He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.
“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now.
God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’.
“And I can’t fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”
You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple.
You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.
“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,”
WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.
When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.
And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts.
“No, I’m sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”
“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on.
“I just– I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want– need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,”
“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.
“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just–” You cried.
“No,” he pulled you back to face him.
“No, don’t you think for one second of just– dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,”
“You don’t–” you put a hand to his face.
“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you– you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll–”
“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,”
“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you.
“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.
“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,”
“I love you, Eddie,”
“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”
—–
Eddie’s Trailer
Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them.
“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud.
“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,”
“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them–”
Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling.
“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing.
The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it.
“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them.
“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”
“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.
“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.
“She didn’t make it,” He finished.
“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly.
“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.
“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her–”
“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!”
“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in.
“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend–?” Dustin stammered.
“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.
“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.
“…It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.
“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.
“You just let him stay there with– with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body.
He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic.
He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message.
He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened.
“We tried to–” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body. His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you.
He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous.
“Dustin we really tried to–” Robin tried telling him.
“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”
“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.
“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.
“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I’m a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”
“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”
“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder.
“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids.
“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie.
He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.
“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?”
“Ladies first,”
“Nance,” Robin pointed at her.
“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole.
“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.
——–
Meanwhile
You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.
“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!”
You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that.
“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.
——-
At The Portal
Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal.
“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!”
“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “…And Y/N!”
“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn’t care who saw them. You were alive.
“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!”
“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.
———-
You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both.
“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called.
You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!”
You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together.
You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold.
Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you.
“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him.
Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view.
“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.
Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder.
“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked.
“What the–” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.
“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna.
“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,”
He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.
“You SON OF A—” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could.
“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes.
His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon.
‘What just–” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”
How were they going to save you now?
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