#st angst

[theoreticslut]

「 jealousy, jealously 」

eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside. 

requested: no

word count: 6.4k

warnings: light angst, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, lots of fluff, kissing, fake gagging, few curse words

a/n: i apparently can’t write short fics for eddie, but i don’t think anyone is complaining about it. plus, i think the fics are freaking adorable & i’m highkey kinda proud of them. so i hope you continue enjoying them, as i’ve got plenty of ideas for him with more coming daily. if you’ve got an idea you’d like done (for eddie or any other st character) feel free to send it my way & i’ll give it a go. also, i couldn’t think of a better title than this, but the actual fic has no purposeful inpsiration from the olivia rodrigo song. i hope you enjoy it regardless! Xx

Part 2 out now!

You groan as you see your brother and his friends make their way through the cafeteria towards you. Knowing it was their first day of high school, you had no doubt they’d try to sit with you. It’s not that you don’t want them to, but you’re terrified that they’ll embarrass you in front of your long-standing crush and dungeon master.

It had been a few months into your freshman year of high school when the small group of friends you’d found yourself in started ranting about how weird and creepy the Hellfire club - and their leader, Eddie Munson - was. You didn’t quite hold the same opinions, though, since you’d been playing the game for a few years by then. In fact, you had only recently given it up when the friend you played with moved towns.

It was during one of your free periods when their ranting became a bit annoying to you. You had started correcting and fact-checking them, forgetting that Eddie shared the study hall with you. You never even gave it a thought that he could hear the four of you talking until he stopped you at your locker after that period - the day, luckily, being over.

He wanted to know how you knew so much about the game which is when you admitted you had played. Of course that knowledge completely floored him. 

When he was able to pull himself back together, though, he offered for you to join them at lunch the following day to meet the group and see if you wanted to become their newest member. You agreed, and within the week found yourself a permanent part of hellfire with your own shirt and everything.

It’s been two and a half years since then and you were still a part of the group, happily devoting your Thursday evenings to play the game. Within these past couple years and all the Thursdays you’ve spent in his presence, though, you found yourself falling hard for Eddie.

It’s nearly impossible not to when he’s so charismatic and funny. Not to mention how kind, passionate, and beautiful he is. You’d swear he was a fucking angel, regardless of the image he tries to portray.

“Y/n! Can we sit here with you? Please?” You hear your brother almost beg, catching your attention as your heart starts to race.

You’ve never mentioned to the group that you have a younger brother, especially not a younger brother that also plays D&D. You knew they’d want to be introduced to him, and you fear that he'd slowly come to replace you in the group.

“Who’re these kids?” Eddie questions, hands clasped in front of his face as he looks between you and the three younger boys standing behind you.

“Uh, Dustin, here, is my brother.” You start, nodding towards him as he smiles.

“A-and these are his friends, Mike and Lucas.” 

“A young Henderson…hmm? Tell me, do you guys play?” Eddie asks the three boys, catching them off guard, their mouths opening and closing as they figure out how to answer.

“They do. They’ve been playing for a few years.” You answer for them, motioning for them to just sit down.

“Thank you.” Mike and Lucas mouth, having sat on the same side of the table as you with Dustin.

You sigh, smiling lightly as you nod to them. Of course you don’t want to upset Eddie, but you’re also not going to leave your brother and his friends to fend for themselves.

Wanting to move on, you take a bite of your lunch, hoping that Eddie leaves the topic of the boys joining you alone. Having known him for three years, though, you should know that he can’t.

“You’ve never mentioned having a brother, Henderson.” He comments, and you can practically feel his eyes on you as you stare at your food.

“The topic never really came up.” 

“Not even when I’ve mentioned wanting to find new members?” He lightly smirks, curious as to why you’d keep such a thing secret. 

Surely you realize how great having a brother that plays D&D is? Within the year most of you will be graduating, and he needs someone to pass the dungeon master title on to. Your younger brother and his friends just starting high school couldn’t be a better option.

“Figured you’d find him and his friends soon enough anyways.” you comment, still not looking up to the curly-haired adonis.

“Hmm, well they’ve saved me the work of searching them out by coming over here. Welcome to hellfire, boys.” 

“Wait, you’re just letting them join?” Gareth questions.

“Yeah. You’ve seen Henderson play. If they know her then they’ve got to be good.” Eddie smiles, making your cheeks flush.

“They’re good, but not on my account.” You mumble.

“Nonsense. Still can’t believe you wouldn’t tell us about them before now, though.” 

“How come you haven’t, y/n? I mean, you talk about them all the time.” Dustin asks, before taking a bite of his food. 

At his statement, the rest of the group seem to perk up, curious to know what you say about each of them. 

“I do not. I’ve only mentioned the club a few times.” You huff, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit more.

“Only a few times to mom and I, but I hear you on the phone with your friend talking about them every week.”

“First off, why’re you even listening to me on the phone? Secondly, the only reason I talk about the club is because I’m updating her on my life.” 

“Got a rather boring life then.” Dustin quips and you simply gawk at him, not believing him right now as a few surprised chuckles leave the rest of the boys.

“Shut up and eat, Dustin. No one asked for your input.” 

You watch him shrug before turning to Mike and Lucas while you stick to staring at your food, feeling the group's eyes on you. It’s bad enough you’re the only girl in the group, you didn’t need them to know you talk about them on a weekly basis.

Little do you realize that Eddie can’t help but find himself smiling at this new side of you. He’s been intrigued by you ever since he first heard you correcting your friends back in your freshman year. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful girl would play the game he loved.

Of course, after watching you play and just spending time with you during lunch, he’s found himself crushing on you, even if you still remained a bit of a mystery to him. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you of his feelings, though. Not once in the three years he’s known you.

Hearing that you talk about the club, though, makes his heart race. You really enjoy their company so much that you’d talk about them to a friend? It’s insane to him, and yet it makes him feel giddy. He can’t help but wonder what you’ve said - about the club or about him.

~.~

“Lauren, I’m telling you! For as long as I’ve been a part of the club, my brother joins and suddenly that’s all they care about. They all like my brother and his friends better than me.” You sigh, turning onto your back as you stare at the ceiling.

“I highly doubt that, y/n. I’m sure it’s just that your brother and his friends are still new.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Laur. I mean, it’s not like I really bring anything to the group.”

“Y/n, you’re the only girl.”

“That doesn’t mean anything though.” You almost whine. 

You hate to admit it, but you’ve been feeling left out of the club ever since your brother and his friends joined a few months ago. You had the feeling that this would happen, even though you hoped it wouldn’t.

It’s not like you really bring anything to the group, though, now that you’ve introduced Dustin, Lucas, and Mike to the club. Your character isn’t super powerful or helpful or anything. You’re not the best roller. You’re just there...seemingly wasting space.

“Pretty sure it does. I mean, the way you’ve talked about…what’s his name, Eddie?”

“What about him?”

“The way you’ve talked about him, it sounds like he likes you.”

“No. No, he doesn’t. I’m sure of that. He barely talks to me.” You sigh, rolling over onto your stomach as you bury your head into the pillows.

“Y/n, hon, boys are terrible at talking to the girls they like!” Lauren laughs, and you know she’s shaking her head at you.

“Not Eddie. He usually can’t stop flirting, and yet he doesn’t flirt with me. I don’t even think he’s ever actually called me by my name, Laur. I’m just...Henderson to him.”

“Maybe you make him nervous.”

“Me? Make him nervous? Laur, you’ve lost your mind!” You scoff, knowing you could never make a guy nervous. 

Guys don’t even notice you, for crying out loud. How can you make them nervous?

“I don’t make guys nervous. Guys don’t even notice me, Laur. I’m not you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being down on yourself and I’m not going to have that. If this Eddie guy can’t see how fucking amazing you are, then he just doesn’t deserve you. Alright?”

“Not alright. I want him to like me. Like, a lot.” You pout.

“I’m telling you he does. If I’m wrong then I’ll drive myself down there and let you have free go at me. How’s that?”

“You know I’d never do that to you, but I’m telling you that you’re wrong.”

“Sure, I like him, but I know it’s never going to happen.” You sigh, twirling the cord as you stare at your bedspread, still laying on your stomach.

“What’s never going to happen?” You hear Dustin ask, making you jump and drop the phone.

“Dustin, get out of my room!”

“But it’s time to go! We’re going to be late if we don’t leave, y/n, and I don’t want to upset Eddie by being late.” He rambles, and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“Fine. Go get in the car. I’ll be right down.”

“Don’t forget that we’re picking up Mike and Lucas. And don’t forget your folder!”

“I won’t. Now go.” You groan, rolling back onto your stomach and grabbing the phone.

“I’m sorry, Laur. I’ve got to go.” 

“Time to go see your man, huh?” She teases and you roll your eyes, attempting to fight back a blush.

“He’s not my man. Never will be. I’ll call you later, though, okay?” 

“You better! Love you.”

With a ‘love you’ of your own you hang up the phone and roll off of your bed. Grabbing your backpack and a sweater, you slip your shoes on before grabbing your keys and leaving the room.

You really kind of hope tonight’s game goes by quickly, not wanting to be in Eddie’s presence longer than necessary.

~.~

Eddie can’t help but frown as he watches you tonight. He’s been noticing how you’ve been seeming more and more down, almost seeming to pull into yourself and away from the group this past month.

You’ve been quiet lately, which isn’t terribly out of character for you, but it seems different than normal. You don’t quite have that same brightness to you that Eddie’s come to look forward to each day.

“Henderson, is everything alright?”

At his voice you’re pulled from your thoughts, turning to look at the beautiful, curly-haired man that makes your heart race and palms sweat.

“Mhm. Fine.” You hum, nodding and sending a small smile in his direction.

“You’re sure?”

“Mhm.”

As you hum, you turn your attention back to your clasped hands on the table as you zone back out to Dustin and the rest of the group chattering around you.

“Little Henderson, is something up with your sister?” you hear Eddie question as he turns his attention to your brother. 

“Unbelievable.” You huff, shaking your head and crossing your arms as you slump back in your chair.

“Excuse me?” 

“Nothing. Never mind.” You mumble, staring at the table in front of you as you chew on the inside of your cheek.

All you did was zone out for a moment. You don’t understand why he’d have to ask Dustin what’s wrong when that’s all you did. It’s not like he’s ever actually taken notice of your emotions before to know that something is wrong.

“I think she’s upset about a guy.” Dustin speaks up after a moment and you can’t help but scowl at him, brows furrowed in shocked anger.

“A guy?” Eddie questions, almost seeming surprised.

“Yeah.” 

“It’s not about a guy, Dustin. Maybe try keeping your head out of my business.” You retort, jaw tensing in anger.

“But you were saying something about liking someone and how it’s not going to happen.”

“And I told you to stop listening in on me when I’m on the phone.” 

“Then what’s wrong?” Dustin questions, seeming like he genuinely wants to know which irritates you slightly. Why does he have to be so caring when you’re trying to be angry with him?

“Doesn’t matter.” you state, wanting the conversation to be over.

“Yes, it does.”

“If I wanted to tell you, Dustin, I would. Just leave it.” 

“G-guys, can we…can we get playing again?” You hear Mike stutter out and you let out a deep breath.

“Yeah. Sorry for getting off topic. Let’s play.”

“Are you going to be alright to play?” Eddie questions, looking you over, seemingly studying your body language.

He’s never seen you upset before, and he can’t help but wonder what’s going on. It’s not like you to be angry and short with others. Not when he’s always seen you as the happy, upbeat one of the group. 

Could it be a guy like Dustin suggested? Or is it just that you’re not feeling well? Either way he can’t help but want to know.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s just get this going again.” you answer, not bothering to look at anyone but rather as the table and your hands. 

“Henderson-“ Eddie starts, but you quickly cut him off, taking him by surprise at the sheer frustration coming from you.

“Do you not want me playing right now? I said I’ll be fine. Believe me, will you?” 

“Alright. Where were we?”

You let out a breath as you all slowly get back to the game, although you can feel the tenseness of the air still lingering. Attempting to ignore it, you force yourself to focus on what Eddie and everyone else is saying, hoping to god the campaign isn’t much longer.

~.~

Taking your seat at the lunch table, you feel Gareth and Jeff’s eyes on you. It’s like they’re not sure how to talk to you, almost afraid that you’re still as touchy as you were last night during the game.

“I’m not going to bite your heads off, you know.” You comment, not bothering to look up at them as you shove a forkful of food into your mouth.

“You’re sure?” Gareth questions, eyes wider than normal as he still seems cautious.

“Mhm. I just wasn’t feeling great last night.”

“Okay. You’ve just…never been like this.” He states and you know he’s not wrong. Ever since you first joined the club you’ve been quiet and almost demure, not wanting to create any issues. 

You shrug, acknowledging his statement, but leave it unanswered. There’s not really anything to say to that. Not when the entire reason for your irritation is kind of embarrassing and childish.

The two of them don’t seem to mind though, going back to talking amongst themselves as you eat in silence, waiting for everyone else to join the table.

It’s not like anything really changes once everyone is there. They all chat amongst themselves while you keep to yourself, only giving short replies when talked to. You simply eat in silence as you let yourself fall into your thoughts, not wanting to make the atmosphere tense like you had last night.

No one seems to mind, though. At least you don’t think they do. Not until Eddie slides into the empty desk next to yours in your shared study hall at the end of the day.

“Hey, Henderson.” He greets, voice lowered so as to not get yelled at by the teacher or to potentially get on your bad side.

“Hey.” 

“What’s…what’s going on lately?”

“What do y’mean?”

“You’ve been quieter than usual. Not as happy either.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Eddie.” You mumble, not wanting to share what’s been going on.

“No? See, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Something’s bothering you.” 

“So what if there is? I’m not telling you unless I want to.” 

At your reply, Eddie simply sighs, and you can’t help but feel a little rude. It’s not like he’s done anything, it’s just your stupid thoughts and feelings getting in the way.

“Alright then. I’m not going to push for an answer. I just...I need to know that whatever it is won’t be interfering with the campaign.” 

“It won’t be. Not from here on out.”

“Here on out?”

“I’m quitting the club. Been thinking about it for a while now.” You admit, watching his face fall at your words.

“Henderson-“

“It’s y/n, Eddie.“

As the words leave your lips, the bell rings to signal that the day is finally over. Without hesitating a second, you’re up from your seat and walking away, leaving Eddie confused and scrambling to catch up to you.

“Y/n?” He calls, chasing you from the classroom and towards the doors, not caring that he needed to stop at his locker.

You see Dustin, Lucas, and Mike waiting by the trash can at the edge of the parking lot, and you sigh. You really can’t wait to get home.

“Y/n?! What’s brought this on? Why do you wanna leave the club?” Eddie calls as he continues to follow you towards the parking lot.

“You’re leaving hellfire?” Dustin questions, him and the other two boys having heard Eddie.

“Just get in the car, Dustin.”

“But you’re leaving hellfire?! You can’t just do that!” 

“Exactly! Why’re you trying to leave?” Eddie questions, panting lightly as he finally catches up to you at your car.

“I’m not trying to leave, Eddie. I am leaving. I don’t want to be a part of it anymore. Sorry.”

“No. You can’t just leave. We haven’t finished the campaign yet.”

“You’ll figure out how to continue it without me, I’m sure.”

Of course he’d just be upset about the game getting messed up and not about you actually leaving. Why would he care when he’s still got Little Henderson there? 

“I’ll return my shirt next week.” You state, moving to get into the car.

“Th-that’s not necessary. Hold onto the shirt. Keep it for memory’s sake, I mean.”

“If that’s what you want.” 

Eddie nods, watching you, seeming as if he wants to say something else but he can’t bring himself to.

“Is that everything?” You question, wanting nothing more than to leave.

“Yeah...Yeah, I guess. I’ll see you around?” 

“Yeah. See you around. Come on now, Dustin.”

“You two need rides?” You question Mike and Lucas, almost seeming to ignore Eddie as you get in the car. They shake their heads and you nod, closing your door as you wait for Dustin to do the same.

Soon as he does, you’re putting the car in reverse and backing out as you had already started it. You really didn’t want to be there any longer than you already had been.

As you pull out of the parking lot, though, you can feel Dustin wanting to ask questions, but he seems scared to anger you, so he stays quiet. His questions simply swirling around his head, instead.

~.~

“Wait, you did what now?!” Lauren questions, almost screaming into the receiver.

“I quit the club. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.”

“But you enjoyed it.”

“I enjoyed it when I hadn’t been shoved to the background. I enjoyed it when I actually felt like a part of the club.” 

“So talk to them? You don’t just quit something because it stopped being fun.”

“I think that’s precisely what you do when a club stops being fun, Laur. Besides, it’s not like they miss me.” You huff, pulling your feet towards your body as you lay on your stomach, softly kicking them in the air.

It’s been just about a month since you quit the club, and while it saddens you a little, you’ve also felt the tiniest bit of relief. You don’t have to try so hard to keep your crush on Eddie hidden anymore. You don’t have to spend every lunch period listening to the guys talk about whatever it is they do while you sit to the side. You don’t have to feel like the outcast in the group of outcasts. 

Sure you miss playing the game, but it’s not the end of the world. You’ve found other things to keep yourself preoccupied. Mostly just listening to music and doing your homework, but you’ve found yourself picking up art as a hobby as the days dragged on, slowly starting to fill and old sketchbook you’ve had lying around.

~.~

“It’s still so weird that y/n isn’t here.” Gareth comments as the boys watch you sit at a different table once again. They don’t know why, but they keep hoping this has just been some kind of nightmare and that any day you’ll actually sit back down with them. It just doesn’t make sense why you’d leave them all so abruptly. 

“Yeah. It is.” Jeff agrees, sighing as they see a smile form on your face with a laugh falling out right after. It’s been way too long since any of them have seen you like this, and it kind of hurts.

“She still wears her shirt a lot.” Dustin informs, looking at the older boys - Eddie included - as they watch you.

“She does?” Eddie questions, the bit of knowledge somehow lifting him up a little.

He hated hearing you say you were quitting, and he hated it even more when Monday came around the week after and you didn’t sit with them. Nearly three years you had sat by his side and suddenly you weren’t there anymore. It felt beyond wrong, but he didn’t know what to do to fix it, if there even was anything that he could do.

“Yeah. She seems to wear it all the time now. I’m honestly not sure when the last time was that she didn’t wear it.”

Eddie nods, smiling lightly at the thought. He can’t help but wonder if there’s anything different he could have done to keep you from leaving. Was it something he had said? Or done? Was it just him?

“She’s been acting weird since she left. I heard her on the phone the other day-“

“You really should stop that, Dustin.” Eddie pipes up, but the younger boy doesn’t seem to hear.

“She said something about how she couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine after mentioning to her friend that she quit.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve never known her to pretend about anything. I don’t know what she was talking about.”

“Because then she said something about enjoying the club when she felt like a part of it? She’s always been a part of it though.” Dustin continues, frowning as he eats his food.

He may not understand what you were talking about, but Eddie has a sinking feeling that he does. He really hopes he’s wrong though. 

He doesn’t want to admit that he was giving your brother and his friends more attention than he’s ever really gave you. It’s not that they’re better than you in any way, honestly. It’s just that they’re boys. 

He’s always hesitated in giving you attention during meetings or at lunch, because he didn’t want anyone to catch onto the crush he has on you. He was afraid that if Gareth or Jeff knew he liked you, that it’d make the atmosphere awkward. 

Even by keeping you at a distance, though, the two guys picked up on Eddie’s crush. It’s not in his character to be quiet or reserved in the slightest, so when they noticed how he constrained himself in conversation with you, they knew something was up.

Still, Eddie could never allow himself to act the same way with you like he does with Gareth and Jeff, and now your brother and his friends. He wanted you to like him, so he kept himself from being sarcastic and outspoken with you. Hearing Dustin talk though, Eddie has the suspicion that his plan may have backfired.

“Your sister still picks you up from the meetings, doesn’t she?” Eddie questions, already planning out what he wants to say to you when he can get you aside for a moment.

“No. Nancy’s been dropping me off or I’ve just been riding my bike.” 

“I’ll be driving you home tonight then.” 

“O-okay?!”

Eddie chuckles lightly at Dustin’s excitement, but he never takes his eyes off of you across the cafeteria. He needs to talk to you, and he’s hoping that tonight he can do just that.

~.~

“You know it ain’t easy, running out of thrills. You know it ain’t easy when you don’t know what you want.” 

You hum, laying on your bed as you listen to the drums, guitar, and vocals of Europe fill your room.

“What do you want?” You question, mirroring the song, your foot tapping against your bedspread as you close your eyes.

“Woah-oh-oh, you want to rock now, rock the night, ‘til early in the morning light. Rock now, rock the night.”

“Woah-oh, woah-oh, yeah!” You sing, smiling lightly. 

It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to just relax and enjoy listening to your music without worrying about homework or being late to hellfire. One of the plus sides of quitting the club - you finally get time just for yourself.

Hearing a knock on your door, you hum loud enough to acknowledge whoever is at the door.

“y/n? You’ve got a visitor.” Dustin calls, gently opening your door.

“Who?” You question, sitting up on your bed, nodding as Eddie comes into view behind Dustin.

“Oh…hi.”

“Hi. I-is it alright if I come in?” He questions, pausing in your doorway.

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

As he makes his way inside, you situate yourself in your bed so you’re comfortably sitting up.

“Do you…” 

At Eddie’s voice, you look up to see him questioning you about your door, going to close it before swinging it open.

“You can close it if you want. I don’t care.” 

He nods, softly shoving the door to close it, not quite giving it enough force to close all the way so there’s a little crack left open.

“So what’re you doing here?” You question him, watching him as he looks around, seeming a bit out of place with your soft white walls and contradicting decor.

While he may fit into the plethora of rock band posters covering your walls and the many records and cassettes you’ve got laying around, he doesn’t fit in with the florals and stuffed animals you’ve got elsewhere in your room.

“I, uh, I was hoping we could talk.”

“About what?”

You can’t help but chuckle as he spots the bralette hanging out of your dresser, you having been too lazy to tuck it back in earlier, and seems to pale in horror. For seeming so confident and cocky, he sure doesn’t look it being in a girl’s room.

“You can sit, you know.” You offer, motioning to the chair you’ve got in the corner of your room.

“Yeah, okay.” He mumbles, taking a few steps over towards the chair before sitting on the edge of the seat.

You watch as he takes in your room, fidgeting with his hands and rings as he does so. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was nervous to be here.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Uh, well, w-we really miss you being in the club. G-gareth, Jeff, and I. I mean, s-so do the younger ones, but…”

“But you three miss me more?” You question, eyebrow cocking in disbelief.

“Well, yeah…yeah.”

“Okay.” You deadpan, not sure what he wants in reply to that. It’s nice to hear that they miss you, but it doesn’t really change anything.

A brief moment passes where you watch Eddie, waiting for him to say something else. Taking in his mannerisms and body language, you can’t remember a time when Eddie’s ever looked so nervous and unsure of himself.

“D-dustin was saying you felt left out? Of the club?” Eddie clarifies, drawing up just enough courage to look at you.

“He was listening to me on the phone again, wasn’t he?” 

“Y-yeah. I tried telling him to stop, but I don’t think he heard me.” he sighs, chuckling lightly in nerves as you shake your head.

“I don’t think he’ll ever stop, if I’m honest. He’ll be traumatized one day or another I’m sure.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought as you smile.

“It’s true though? You…you felt left out?”

“Yeah. It’s dumb, I know, but you guys took so easily to Dustin, Lucas, and Mike.”

“I get it, they’re great kids, and they play D&D…but it’s like they didn’t even have to try to fit into the group.” You sigh, knowing it’s about time you share at least part of the problem.

“No. No, it’s not dumb. I’m sorry we made you - I made you - feel that way.” Eddie sighs, catching your line of sight in his, wanting you to realize how sincere he’s being.

He never wanted to make you feel left out, it’s just his stupid feelings that got in the way.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anymore, anyways.” 

“It does matter, though. We’d - I’d - really like you to join the group again. It’s not the same without you there, y/n.”

“I’m sorry. I just, I really don’t think joining again would be good, though.” You admit, knowing that if you joined again you’d still just be upset that nothing will ever come from your crush on him.

“How come? I-is there something else that’s been bothering you about the club? I want you to feel welcome.”

“No. No, It’s nothing about the club, Eddie. There’s just a lot of things going on personally that’d make it hard.”

“That guy issue?”

“What?”

“Is it anything to do with that guy issue Dustin mentioned?” Eddie questions, and you can’t help but gawk at him.

“Does he not like you playing or something?”

“What? No.” you answer, shaking your head incredulously, wondering how Eddie got it into his head that you’d ever be wanted by someone. Has he never actually watched how other guys interact with you?

“Then what is it? Why won’t you come back to the club?”

“It doesn’t matter. I just...can’t. It’s better if I let you guys enjoy it yourselves.”

“It’s not better, though. We all want you back, y/n.”

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, not knowing what else you can say. 

A moment passes where neither of you say anything and you start to think that maybe you’re done talking. Before you can say anything of the sort though, Eddie’s asking a question.

“Tell me, is there anything I can do? Anything that would make you want to come back?”

“No…no, there’s nothing you could do, eddie, I promise y-“

“There must be.” He argues, wanting nothing more than to find something he can do to get you to come back. 

He misses you more than he thought possible, and he just needs there to be something - anything - he can do.

“There’s not, though.”

“How come?”

“What?”

“How come there’s nothing I can do? Are you just that dead set on not coming back? Even though we all miss you?”

“If I could, trust me that I would join the group again. I just, I can’t right now, Eddie. I’m sor-“

“Why can’t you?”

“Because…because of you.” You sigh, fed up with him pushing for an answer.

“Me?”

“You, Eddie. I can’t come back because of you. Because if I did then I’d just get all upset again because my heart is dumb and doesn’t know how to listen.” 

“What do you mean?”

You sigh, taking a deep breath as you look at him. You can’t seriously be getting ready to tell him this, but you are. You don’t see any other option right now.

“I like you, Eddie.” You sigh, fidgeting with your fingers.

“I like you, but you don’t like me. I mean, it’s obvious between you never talking to me or looking at me and how you’ve always called me Hender-“

You gasp, moaning lightly as you get cut off by a pair of lips on yours. Eddie was kissing you to shut you up.

At the realization you can’t help but panic, not understanding why he’d do this when he doesn’t like you. 

“Eddie!” 

“Fuck! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just, you were rambling and saying I didn’t like you but I do! I do. I like y-“

It’s his turn to gasp and groan into the kiss as you pull him to your lips, one hand tightly grasped in the front of his shirt while the other drapes around his shoulders, holding him close to you.

As he realizes what’s happening, he relaxes into the kiss, his one hand coming up to caress your cheek as the other holds himself up on the bed.

It’s not until you’re both out of breath and gasping for air do you actually pull away from each other, your hand relaxing against his chest as he lowers his from your cheek.

“Woah.” He sighs, trying to catch his breath as he chuckles lightly, studying your face.

“Yeah.” You murmur, ghosting your fingers over your lips as if trying to remember if that actually just happened.

“Uhm, so I like you. If-if that wasn’t obvious.” He stutters and you chuckle, smiling at the curly-haired dork.

“I like you too.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you away. Made you feel left out when I was just too nervous to admit I liked you.”

“I’m sorry I got all moody and quit the club because I was jealous of my brother instead of just telling you how I felt.”

“So…does this mean you’ll come back?” He asks, hopeful, as he kneels in front of you.

“You’ll stop treating me differently?”

“Mhm. Trust me when I say there’ll be no pushing you away after that.” 

“Mm. Don’t be treating me specially either just because we kissed.” you lightly chuckle, cocking a brow as you chew on your lip to hold back the smile wanting to light up your face.

“Can I treat you differently if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” he questions, a wide, goofy smile filling his face as he looks at you.

A smile grows on your face at his sheer happiness, drawing a light chuckle from you as you reply to his question.

“Not during game play. We don’t wanna be unfair to the guys, do we?”

“Mm, you’re right. If I promise to not treat you specially during gameplay then will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, really wanting to hear you say yes. He’s only liked you for nearly three years, frequently imagining you as his girlfriend the entire time.

“I would really love for you to be my girlfriend, and I your boyfriend. It just. It sounds really nice.” 

“You ramble a lot. You know that?” You giggle, tucking some hair behind his ear as a blush dusts over his cheeks.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Sometimes.” You smile, biting your lip to keep from kissing him again.

“So…?”

“If you promise not to treat me specially during the game, then I’d love to be your girlfriend, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He questions, as if he doesn’t believe that you’d agree.

“Yeah.”

With the word out of your mouth, his lips find yours again, pulling a chuckle from your body as he slowly lowers himself on top of you, pinning you against your mattress as he kisses you, one hand cupping your cheek as the other rests on your waist.

“Did you-ew!” You hear Dustin call from your doorway, fake gagging as he sees Eddie on top of you, effectively startling the man back into kneeling at the end of your bed.

“Did we what, dustin?” You ask, leaning around Eddie’s body to look at your brother still standing at your doorway, one hand plastered over his eyes.

“I wanted to see if you two had figured things out, but it seems like you did.”

“Yeah, we did, little henderson. Your sister is coming back to the club.” Eddie shares, smiling at you as he situates himself on the bed beside you, Dustin uncovering his eyes in excitement at the exact same time.

“Can you please get off of my sister?” he begs, shielding his eyes again as eddie places a soft kiss to your lips in his own happiness of you coming back to the club.

“But I like being close to my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?! You’re dating my sister?!” Dustin exclaims, a look of pure shock and disgust on his face.

“Is there a problem with it, Dustin?” You question, watching your brother almost seeming to pout.

“I guess not. Just…don’t be gross when I’m around. Please?”

“We’ll try not to be.” Eddie states, smiling at you as Dustin nods, giving a small okay before leaving the two of you alone.

As the door closes, Eddie’s looking back at you, both of you chuckling.

“Guess you were right in saying he’d be traumatized one day.” He chuckles, leaning down to give you another kiss, never realizing just how amazing it’d feel to have your lips on his.

You can’t help but smile into it, enjoying the feel of his body on yours. You’ve only been imaging this moment for nearly four years. You’ve got to say that nothing you imagined could ever live up to the reality, though. Kissing Eddie is like a little slice of heaven, you swear.

It certainly took you long enough to get here, but now that you’re here, you don’t ever want to go back.

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[raribella]

dream a little dream of me | e.m

summary: Robin and Nancy realise that you are suddenly avoiding sitting at the D&D table where you usually sat, and someone else gets to hear about your very steamy reason behind it.

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

genre: suggestive goofy fluff

involves: reader being a pining MESS, a wet dream and some descriptions of it, suggestive ending, some teasing coming from Eddie.

word count: 2k

note: my first Eddie Munson fic is finally out! I wrote this between yesterday morning and today, and, I clearly did get carried away, as I said before I didn't intend for this to be longer than 800 words. I tried to finish and post this as fast as I could because your excitement got me excited! And I got honestly pretty proud of it, so please do tell me what you think. Mwah! 🫶🏼

You inhaled sharply, holding your breath a little as you entered the cafeteria. Scanning the place with your eyes, you found the usual, daily 40-minute chaos every student was allowed to – each social group was at their usual sits, some also divided from freshmen to seniors. And while you let a long huff of air out through your mouth, your eyes met with his figure, putting his tray dramatically on the Hellfire table – your usual table –. You felt like holding air onto your lungs all over again, or at least running to the closest bathroom, if not away from school itself. You desperately wanted to call in sick and run away from Eddie Munson, that was your provisional solution.

It felt all so real, the way you felt under him as he slowly and lovingly ran his hands through your soft, warm skin. The tips of his fingers were slightly calloused from all the guitar playing and they provoked goosebumps as he layed his beautiful hands on your belly. His perfectly plump lips added soft little moist spots in between your breasts as he layered kisses in there. His hair was tickling your neck and your legs were starting to tangle in each other.

Your eyes were tightly closed, and as you forced them open in an attempt to come back to your reality while starting to walk back around the tables with your own tray in your hands, you caught a glimpse of Robin and Nancy talking at a separate, small table. You were quite literally just about to walk past them in the direction of Hellfire, but in an outburst and with your heart racing, you walked a few steps back and threw yourself on a bench, sitting beside Robin. "Hi! hey, you guys I haven't seen you here! how's everything going?” Your voice sounded higher than normal, squeaky even, and you didn’t give your girlfriends any time to answer. “Nancy, you got your cover published, right? I’m so, so happy for you! How are you feeling?" though trying to feign any normality, you babbled all too quickly, both girls looking stunned at your sudden entrance, Robin frowned her eyebrows and glanced at Nancy, who was already looking at her with her own eyebrows arched and wide eyes. You noticed while your friends were having a tiny little debate through stares, and Nancy turned back at you. "y/n, why..." she pressed her lips together in a friendly smile "why are you sitting here? as in why aren't you at the hellfire table? I really don’t mean to be rude but… We don’t normally talk at lunch."

You almost winced. Fuck! You just can't be near those boys right now, you couldn't look at Eddie while he acted discourses, entertaining and basically ruling everyone at that table, not after last night. See, you screwed yourself when, in those typical situations, you dreamt about your friend who was starting to look a tiny bit cuter in your eyes. Except it wasn't simply any dream. You had a wet dream with your best friend who was starting to look cute in your eyes.

Damn it. His breath felt hot in your collarbones while your own was starting to sound gasped, both getting heavier by the second, the air getting thicker as you crossed that fine line between friendship and something else, as Eddie kissed that fine line away and you held back moans to hide how good it felt to finally do it.

Robin noticed a pang of guilt in your eyes as you turned back from a quick – but not so discreet – stare at your geeky friend group. "listen, I just- today. I just can't! I just can't look at Eddie!" you whispered the last part, still emphasizing it. Nancy turned her head slightly to the side as Robin couldn’t help her brain to process things way too quickly for her own good, she snapped “did you guys have a fight?!” 

“No!” You nearly screamed right back at her, starting to feel overwhelmed. It’s not that you didn’t trust your friends enough to tell them about this, though since she got with Jonathan Nancy tuned down on the boy-talk significantly, and Robin was more used to just pining, claiming it was simply safer for her that way. Y/n, though, was really just feeling so guilty and at the same time so scared she was suddenly starting to see her friend that way.

Seeing him. The sight of him hovering on top of her, all of his tattoos on display just for her to see and touch. His back muscles flexing as he lowered for each kiss or each thrust. The view of his arms and broad shoulders as he ducked down, engulfed in you and the passionate moment. The little times you would allow yourself to open your eyes just a bit and you were met with his. The way he smiled at you in the middle of the sheets. It was all so real you could spend hours redrawing the beautiful sight of Eddie Munson, your best friend, and dungeon master, on the bed with you, in your dream.

You let out a sigh, losing count of how many times you have done it since you woke up that morning. “Look, girls, I…,” you were met with the curious and supportive gaze of Nancy and Robin, who were silently ushering you to say whatever was bothering you about Eddie. “I had a dream last night and it just crosses a lot of boundaries and I just can’t face him right now, really”

As you explained yourself, trying your absolute best to make your friends understand what you were talking about without explicitly saying it, Eddie was not so subtly staring at your current table for a while now. He had noticed a few minutes prior when Robin spoke a little too loud that you were talking — probably gossiping — about him, the boy was notably worried because for starters you hadn’t sat amongst them that day, which already wasn’t usual at all, plus he was really excited about how he had unraveled the next events from his campaign, and he wanted to talk about it. Jeff noticed the frustrated frown on Eddie’s face and followed his gaze until his eyes reached your back as well. He nudged Dustin, both starting to convince Eddie to just go ahead and ask you if anything was wrong, not before smirking to themselves.

Eddie indeed had walked away from his table and was getting near you, Robin and Nancy’s faces were melting from interest to a slight panic, eyes widening again. But, too invested in venting about the problem at hand, you hadn’t noticed that, nor the reason behind it, not before it was too late. “Who can’t you face right now?” You heard his voice coming from behind you, widening your own eyes this time around.

Gosh, his voice. Hearing his voice for the first time after dreaming about it being so raspy and loud while muttering sweet nothings in her ear was hard. Your mind had no trouble taking you back to the vivid moans you heard in your dream – you were the cause of said moans –, while hearing him singing sometimes with Corroded Coffin, or even quietly in his room, his voice would already provoke palpitations in your heart nonetheless, but never in such scenarios, never so intimate, never so dirty.

You jumped from your sit, looking startled in the direction of the object of your probation for the day. Damn it, he was glowing, You were at a loss of words, gulping as an answer to his question, you knew damn well that you would only stutter if you so much as tried to come up with anything slightly convincing. “As a matter of fact, she was talking about you!” - Nancy stated calmly as if she knew just what she was doing Robin’s eyes went wide but soon she smirked in understanding. You were, apparently, betrayed by your own friends, gawking at them for a few seconds before turning back at Eddie. 

“Yeah she dreamt of you, actually,” it was Robin’s time to speak, making you run both hands through your face as Eddie wondered, “A dream?”. You pieced two and two together thankfully fast, but although you understood where the girls were coming from, this was not the right time or situation to indulge in confessing any bubbling feelings, so you went with the option Robin gave you earlier.

“Yeah, I dreamt that we fought! And you were a real di- a real prick to me about it! Okay?” You arched both eyebrows and tilted your head to the side, trying your best to muster any confrontation. You were terrible at it, and the only thing on your mind right now was how the first word that came to your mind to describe Eddie’s “bad” attitude in your dream was “dick”. What the fuck. Shit. You couldn’t be serious. You were starting to sweat. 

“...Wait but are you mad because of a fight with dream me?” Eddie nearly sounded concerned this time around, talking about his dream self as if he was referring to a whole other persona, maybe an evil twin or something like it.

Dream him. His touch, his breath, the sight of him, how he sounded. This was killing you.

You felt a pang of guilt at the way he sounded though, frowning slightly before looking back at Nancy. She wore a friendly scolding expression, lips pressed together. It was unfair to him that since you couldn’t control your silly little brain and its damned dirty thoughts, you’d simply ignore Eddie as a solution. 

As you fell silent for a little long, Eddie touched your arm softly. “can we…?” He nearly whispered softly motioning somewhere else with his head, indicating he wanted to talk to you with a little more privacy. Your friends giggled, you’d remember to  — playfully —  confront them about this later. Later, because right now Eddie was being all worried and soft, and this was killing you.

You left the cafeteria, and Eddie was still with his hand in your arms as he stopped in front of you, his hands made their way down to yours as you rested your back on a wall, gulping again. The hall was really quiet, Eddie started speaking again, looking at you with those soft, big brown eyes. “Are you actually mad at me? Come on, what can I do about it? How can real me compensate you for the way dream me acted, hm? What did I do?” It was funny, though, the way he wasn’t even being ironic about the whole fight dream and how he was willing to make things right. If you weren’t so worried and build up about the whole real situation, you would’ve laughed.

"No, Eddie, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… We didn't fight, we…" Every little stop was a nervous, deep breath. Eddie seemed to be really focused on what you were trying to say and as you fell into silence again, he noticed you trying to wet your dry mouth with your tongue, your gulp, the way you were gripping both his arms, your closed eyes, and eyebrows pressed together. Your generally flustered complexion. Eddie Munson was repeating for the third time, but he could put two and two together, especially when he himself has acted that way about you before, he was just better at hiding it.

“What did we do then, y/n?” His voice was more stern this time, and you looked at him quickly, opening your eyes that started to wide almost involuntarily this time, he was smirking. your mouth fell into a small “o”, and his smile only widened at that. He caught onto you. Shit.

Eddie didn’t contort his face into one of disgust or run away from you as you has imagined earlier today, though, no. He was still there, both of your hands were still with a tight grip on his arms, nearly hiding his bat tattoos, his right hand was still on yours as the left one flew to cup your cheek. The damned bell rang. It felt like you were dreaming and then woke up all over again. Eddie kissed your forehead, “You know… you could stay a little later after we’re finished with Hellfire today, tell me a little about the dream. I can still compensate for dream me, I hope.” And with a wink, he just mixed into the chaotic crowd of students going back into class.

[whatamesswehavemade]

Babysitters in Love- Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Requested: Yes

Pairings: Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!reader

Word Count: 1,948

Warnings: swearing, talks about sex–– not graphic and mainly fluff

Summary: Dating Steve Harrington as Dustin Henderson’s sister has to be a secret–– until it isn’t.

He grabs your waist and pulls you back into him as you’re trying to leave. You giggle and turn in his arms, looking up into his big, brown eyes. 

You lean up and kiss the underside of his jaw. “Babe, I gotta go. I can’t keep making lies about where I am to my mom and brother.”

Steve rubs his nose against yours. “Babe, Robin or Nance will cover for you. Come on. Stay for just 10 more minutes,” he pleads.

“Stevie, I gotta go.” You grab your bag off his bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You kiss him real quick and run out of the house.

You jump in your car, and before driving away, you see Steve standing in the front doorway, arms crossed, with the biggest grin spread over his face. You sat for a second, staring–– contemplating. I could stay for another 10. What would be the problem? you thought to yourself.

You shake your head at him and put the car in reverse out of his driveway, and start down the street. Then, your walkie starts going off. “Y/N. Do you copy?”

You grab it off the passenger floor and speak into it. “Yes, Dustin. I copy. What’s wrong?” You’re annoyed. He’s going to ask you for something, you know it.

“Where are you? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, and you haven’t replied. I called Robin’s, and she said you weren’t there.” He sounded worried.

“Oh, I was at Nance’s.” The minute you said it, you regretted it.

There’s a pause. “Nancy? As in, Nancy Wheeler? Mike Wheeler’s sister?”

You have to keep going at this point because backing out looks worse. “Yeah, Nancy Wheeler. Why?”

“I’m at Mike’s right now. I don’t see you here, Y/N.” You can hear one of the other boys snicker in the back. Fuck, they’re all there.

“I was with Nancy, but then I left to the grocery store to grab some stuff, and I’m heading home, Dustin. Is there anything you actually need from me? If not, I’ll see you at home.” You want out of this conversation desperately. 

“I want to know where you’ve been. Why are you lying?” Dustin’s annoyed tone is annoying you.

“Maybe she was with her secret boyfriend,” Lucas chimes in over the walkie, laughing.

“What? What boyfriend?” Dustin is confused.

You roll your eyes and pull into your driveway. “All of you shut up. I’m home. I’ll see you later.”

“But who––” you cut Dustin off by closing the antenna of your walkie. You walk into the house and smile at your mom, who doesn’t say much other than a “Hi sweetie” while she pets the cat and watches TV.

You head straight to your room and lay back on your bed, thinking about your day with Steve. You start blushing, thinking of him kissing you, his hands roaming over your body. Your fingers wrap into his hair. He would pull away and look at you, love drunk and his lips swollen, just to dip back down to kiss you again.

You sigh. Fuck, I wish I had stayed.

Your door slams open, and you jump up. “Where the hell were you?!”

“Dustie, what’s wrong? Why are you yelling?” Your mom sounds horrified by your brother’s outburst.

He’s staring at you, and you give him the look of death. Tell her, and I will murder you, you think. He picks up on it. “Nothing, mom!”

He steps in and closes your door behind him. “Where were you? Who is this ‘boyfriend’ of yours?” Dustin squints at you.

You squint back. “I don’t have a boyfriend. And I told you where I was.”

“Oh yeah? What did you get then?”

“What?”

“What did you get? From the grocery store?”

You stare at him for a second. You grab your purse and grab out your lip balm. “This. I lost my old one, and I needed a new one.” Luckily, you have barely used this one if he actually wanted to inspect it.

His eyes flicked between you and the lip balm. He huffed, knowing you were lying but didn’t want to continue this fight. He turned to leave, hand on the doorknob, but turned and said, “I may be your little brother, but I’ll still defend you. I’ll kill any guy that looks at you, got that, Y/N?” 

You roll your eyes at his little knight speech. “Yeah, yeah, sure you will.” You’d love to see him find out it’s Steve. Would he really try to fight his favorite male figure?

***

You skip into Family Video, excited to see Steve to tell him to watch out because of Dustin. You see Robin, who smiles at you. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Buckley.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You couldn’t just tell Dustin that I was with you?”

She’s pointing at you, brows furrowed. “What? And then it turns out you’re dead and the last person to see you is me? Nah, tell me next time you need an alibi, and I’ll be there. Otherwise, I’m freaking out trying to find you too.” 

You roll your eyes and put your hands up in surrender, “Yeah, yeah, OK. I’ll let you know next time.”

Steve comes out from the back and instantly lights up at the view of you. He jogs over to you, grabs your waist, and kisses you.

“Ew, you two need a room. And not the back room.” Robin has a disgusted look on her face.

He rolls his eyes at her and grabs your hand in his, and in his other hand he grabs a few VHS tapes that need to be put away. He leads you into the romance section, drops tapes into their correct places, then turns, grabs your face, and kisses you. Your hands wrap into his hair, pulling him closer. You two are out of view of the front counter and the front window, so no one will see.

You pull away, leaning your forehead against his. “Aw, how romantic, bringing me to the romance section,” you giggle.

“Only the best for my girl.”

He goes to lean back into you for a kiss when the one person you didn’t even think of pops up. “What in the ever living hell is this?!”

You both turn, letting go of each other and putting space between the two of you, staring at Dustin. Because of his yell, Mike, Max, and Lucas come running over to see you two.

“Ha! I told you! I told you she had a secret boyfriend! Who knew it was Harrington, though?” Lucas jokes.

Dustin turns and smacks his arm, then turns his attention back to you and Steve. “Harrington! How could you? My sister?!”

“Hey! They’re cute. Leave them alone,” Max comes to your defense. You two had a great relationship, you were the big sister she never had.

Steve is lost for words, but you start laughing. They all turn to you, looking like you’re crazy. “Oh fuck, sorry, Steve. I forgot to tell you, Dustin said last night he’d ‘defend my honor’ by hurting whoever looks at me. Better get ready for a fight, Stevie.”

“Ew! ‘Stevie’! You even have pet names? Disgusting. How long has this been going on?” Dustin has his hands on his hips. You couldn’t help but keep laughing. You knew he was pissed, but seeing him this mad was funny.

Steve grabs your hand, smiling, and says, “Three months.”

“Three goddamn months?! And no one told me?” 

“Wait, you didn’t even tell me?” Max looks offended.

“No one told you because of this reaction, Dustin. We both knew you’d be pissed finding out we were dating. And Max, I love you, but I knew you’d tell Lucas, who can’t keep his mouth shut and then Dustin would find out.” You’ve calmed your laughter and rolled your eyes.

“But three months? When were you gonna tell me? When I get the wedding invite?” she says, hurt. You wrap your arm around her. You didn’t think of how she’d react.

“You can be my flower girl, Max,” you smile and kiss the top of her head, rubbing her arm.

“You guys are getting ahead of yourselves; chill out,” Steve says, putting his hands up and shaking his head. 

You look at Steve, “What? You don’t wanna marry me?”

“Yeah? Is my sister not good enough for you?” Dustin is defensive.

Steve’s eyes are flicking between the two of you. “What in the hell?”

You start laughing and kiss Steve. “I’m kidding, dummy.”

“Ew, oh god, is this gonna happen all the time now? Fuck I don’t wanna see this,” Dustin coveres his eyes like a child.

“Now you know how I feel, Dustin,” Mike says, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Thank god I don’t have an older sister for Harrington to try and date,” Lucas laughs.

“Hey, dweebs, I don’t plan on dating anyone else. And Henderson, you don’t have to worry. I’m not planning on hurting Y/N. And if I do, which I won’t, you’re the first person that can beat the shit out of me.” Steve’s pointing at Dustin, giving him the OK. 

You roll your eyes. “Um, no. The first person to beat the shit out of you will be me. Dustin will be second.”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine, the Hendersons can tag team beating the shit outta me. Does that sound good?”

You look at Dustin, who’s smiling at you. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Wait, I deserve a turn!” Max raises her hand.

“Oh my god, you all get a turn to beat the crap out of me, OK?” Steve ruffles his hair, annoyed. 

“I guess it makes sense. Y/N was always our first babysitter, and Steve became our second. It was only a matter of time before they started dating.” Lucas says, shrugging. He seems the least affected. 

“Great, now we’ll always have two babysitters around rather than just one at a time,” Mike rolls his eyes, walking away and checking out the action aisle. Lucas follows. 

Dustin stares at the two of you for a second. “I swear, I don’t want to know if you two are, but if I find out or walk in on the two of you having sex, I will kill the both of you.”

“Wow, too much, Henderson,” Steve shoves his shoulder.

“No, that’s my sister. It’s not too much.”

“Dustin, it is. Shut up. Go pick out a movie with your friends.” You push him towards his friends.

“Gross. Why is he like that?” Steve asks you.

“I’m not sure. He’s annoying.” You grab his hand and lean into him.

“If it means anything, I’ve been rooting for the two of you to date for a while.” Max pipes up.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Steve asks.

“Because Y/N obviously had a crush on you. She always talked about you and would stare and was definitely jealous of Nancy for a while.” Your eyes go wide and you stare at Max.

“Hey, go check out movies with the boys. Shoo. Go,” you brush her away, and wave your hands at her. She rolled her eyes and walked away.

“Oh, so you were a bit obsessed with me, huh?” Steve wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. I’m still obsessed with you, but at least I know you’re obsessed with me too.” You lean up and kiss him, his hands moving your hips.

“Hey you two! Knock it off!” Dustin yells. Steve doesn’t move from you, he just flips him off and dips you, keeping his lips on you.

[tulipjeanohare]

Hospital Jail Break

premise: this is my version of what happened if Eddie lived in Vol.2 and everyone cared about him! A week after the events in the upside down and Vecna cracking Hawkins in half Eddie finds himself cuffed to a hospital bed with no escape in sight. Until, Dustin's older sister shows up to save the day with a half cocked plan and a ragtag group of accomplices.

pairing: eddie munson x dustin's sister!reader

word count: pairing: 1899

warnings:  none

notes:  the plan is to write some sort of continuation to this but I want to see if anyone is even interested in more of it. So, please comment and interact to let me know what you guys think!

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Eddie’s eyes started to water as he continued to stare at the same ceiling tile he’d been observing for the last twenty minutes when he heard the voice. 

Such a familiar voice. 

But it couldn’t be, there’s no way you’d be anywhere near this place right now let alone trying to get into his room. They’d had this place locked down like a high security prison since they’d brought him in a week ago. At least, that’s what the nurse had told him when he first woke up. It wasn’t like he could really verify the accuracy of that statement seeing as he was handcuffed to his bed almost 24/7.

“Thank you so much, officer,” the sweet voice rang out, louder now. Like it was coming from just inside the door to his room. “I promise I’ll make this quick!”

Holy shit, it is her.

The door clicked closed before an echo of heavy boots followed on the tile before he saw you appear around the corner. “You up for a jail break,” you asked, hands placed matter of factly on your hips.

“Uuuuh,” was all Eddie could get out at this point.

Nobody, not one single person, had been allowed in his room since he’d been brought here. Not even his poor uncle who he’d heard begging the cop guarding the door on his second day there. But here you were, like it was just another day. A lot cleaner than the last time he’d seen you, although his mind was a little fuzzy from that night given all the blood he’d lost.

A hand waved in front of his face, “earth to Munson,” you sang, pulling him from his thoughts of that night.

“Shit, sorry,” he finally responded. “What exactly do you mean jail break? I’m in here for murder, multiple to be precise.” 

You huffed as if he wasn’t getting some joke you’d just told, annoyance evident on your face. Without another word you pulled two bobby pins from the tight bun you had pulled back at the nape of your neck, the long strand of hair they’d been holding back falling in your face before you could tuck it safely behind your ear.

“I’m getting you out of here,” you spoke softly as to not let the cop just outside the door hear. “We all know you’re not the psycho killer the entire town has convinced itself you are. You should hear the news, are they letting you turn the tv on? It’s probably a good thing if they aren’t. This total idiot is on the news saying it wasn’t an ‘earthquake’ that cracked the entire town in half but that you opened some portal to hell with your creepy voodoo.”

All the color drained from Eddie’s face, “what, you’re kidding!”

“Keep it down,” you shushed him, taking one of his hands that was cuffed to the bed and trying to find a good angle on the lock. “I need to concentrate.” 

“You know if you get caught doing this you get a nice jail cell right next to mine, right,” Eddie whispered, his voice on edge.

You waved him off with a nod of the head, twisting the bobby pin between your teeth until it straightened just enough. “Yeah, Eds, I’m aware of the risk but seeing as you just saved all our asses in the third dimension or whatever the hell that place is I think I owe you one.”

“Sweet face,” he spoke, an attempt to press your buttons so you’d look up at him. “You don’t owe me shit.”

Any other time he’d called you by that name you’d ignore him or flip him the bird but now, now it made your cheeks burn red hot. “I beg to differ,” you replied, brows knitted in concentration as you slid the two little metal pins into the lock of the cuffs. “This isn’t up for debate, Munson. Robin is already talking the cops ear off outside the door. Too late to abort the plan now.”

“W-wait,” he stammered. “You’ve got Robin roped into this too?”

A huff of breath escaped you, annoyed at his dimness, “did you think I was planning the hospital jail break by myself?”

“Well,” he started, his head falling back onto the pillow now. “I guess I didn’t think they’d be rushing to my rescue now that I’m a caught criminal.”

That made you laugh. He was as dramatic as they came and hearing him, the kid who ran the nerdiest club at Hawkins High, call himself a ‘caught criminal’ reminded you of just how dramatic. “They’re the ones who helped me carry your sorry ass out of the upside down after you passed out, Eddie. Those asshole cops won’t let anyone in here…they’ve been trying all week.”

“So…you got in here, how, exactly,” he questioned, looking back down at you.

One more twist of the two bobby pins and bam they popped right open, freeing his right hand. “My charming personality, of course.”

His eyes looked like they were about to bug right out of their head as he realized you’d actually been able to free him of the cuffs. “You’re a genius, I’ll give you that, but how in the hell are you planning on getting me out of this room? Robin can talk but I don’t think she can do anything to move them from that door.”

“Ye of little faith,” you grinned, sitting on the side of the hospital bed, reaching across Eddie’s body for his other cuffed hand. “You’re going out the window, Munson.”

He really couldn’t believe it. Just a few days ago you barely knew each other more than a passing glance as you dropped your younger brother off at Hellfire Club and here you were saving his ass, again. “I’m in the hospital for a reason, Y/N. I don’t know if I’m in the best condition to be scaling a building.”

“You know if you’d shut up for five seconds and stopped doubting me I think this,” you gestured towards your fingers twisting and turning the pins around in the lock. “Might go a little faster. If you must know, Harrington is helping me with the window escape, Dustin is on the ground with Nancy waiting in the getaway car. Besides, we’re on the first floor of this shit hole hospital…you can make it that far in your fragile state.”

Eddie watched your lips curl into a devilish smirk at that last remark, still able to tease him as you worked to get the second cuff off. “You’re all insane, you know that?”

“Dustin would kill me if I didn’t at least try to save your ass,” you replied, finally getting the other cuff to pop open. “Besides, if any Henderson is going to jail I think I’d handle it a lot better than the kid would.”

Before he could think Eddie’s hands grabbed either side of your face and quickly planted a kiss on your lips, something he’d thought about doing every time he’d see you yelling at Dustin from your car outside of the school. It was quick, nothing more than a peck, but it took both of you by surprise. “Uuuuh,” he struggled to find the words, his hands still cupping your face. “I, uh, don’t know what got into me there.”

“Heat of the moment,” you offered, eyes still wide from shock.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he quickly agreed.

Quickly you got up from the bed and tossed his crumpled, bloody clothes over to him, “couldn’t sneak in fresh clothes so that’ll have to wait. You better make it snappy because Robin’s been going for 15 minutes and that’s about 5 minutes longer than I’d planned on.”

The soft murmur of Robin’s rambling could be heard from the other side of the door but now you could hear the voice of a very annoyed cop too. You quickly shot over to the window and fumbled with the heavy lock keeping the window shut to the outside world. Just as you got the lock snapped open Steve popped into view scaring you half to death. “Harrington,” you breathed, shoving the window open as quietly as possible. 

“Sorry, I got held up down below and didn’t think I was gonna get my ass here in time,” he got out in between heavy breaths. “Is the prisoner ready for transport?”

Before you could turn to check you felt Eddie press up behind you, leaning his head over your shoulder to get a look at Steve. “Shit, you weren’t kidding about this plan!”

“I wasn’t risking my ass for nothing,” you grinned, moving out of the way to allow him to start out the window. “Careful, none of us have any medical training outside of Neosporin and a Band-Aid. And I promise you that my bedside manner is a lot worse than those snooty nurses I met outside your room.”

“Oh you mean my biggest fans,” Eddie joked, carefully putting one leg through the window then the other until Steve steadied him on the other side of the glass.

“Making friends everywhere you go, I see,” Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something back to you but you’d already closed the window and locked it once more. A quick thumbs up to Steve before you closed the curtains quickly and made your way back out of the room. 

Now this was the tough part of the plan.

In Dustin’s scenario the idiot cop would shoo you out of the room and down the hall without thinking to check in on Eddie. But it couldn’t be that easy, could it? 

One quick deep breath before reaching for the handle to the heavy wood door, your fingers trembling worse than they had been after Eddie had kissed you just minutes ago. As nonchalantly as you could muster you breezed out of the door, slamming it behind you, before turning to the cop. “You know what, you were right, that kid is a real psycho,” you spit out the prepared speech your little brother had coached you through. “I appreciate you letting me tell him off one last time, for my brother.”

“You better leave before my boss finds out you were anywhere near here,” he replied, eyes still focused straight ahead.

Your eyes went from him to the door and back, waiting for him to look in on his prison but not so much as a twitch of his hand alerted you to that being his next move. “No worries, officer,” you grinned. “You won’t be seeing me anywhere near this place anytime soon!”

A few steps took you around the corner and you ran directly into a very worried and wound up Robin. “Did it work, is he out? Did he get down the building alright? Wh-,” she rambled quickly.

“Robin,” you whispered, grabbing hold of her shoulders to steady her before you got motion sickness from the way she was flailing her hands about. “If you don’t shut up I’ll turn right around and tell one of those cops that you’re the one who sprung the psycho teenage serial killer.”

She bit her lip in an attempt to stop her word vomit, “But, did…”

“He’s on the roof with Steve as we speak,” you winked, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “So far, so good.”

[bluebugjay]

Just realised Mike probably slept on the Byers sofa or something when he visited because we can assume he didn't sleep in El's room after their fight, he didn't share with Will because he brings his things into Will's room when they're leaving and I doubt they have a spare room on top of the four bedrooms they must have so...

Mike trying to fall asleep all alone in a house he's not used to on a lumpy sofa with a blanket that doesn't cover his feet, thinking he's messed up with both his girlfriend and his best friend in a matter of hours. Staring up at a ceiling he's not familiar with, in a state he's never been in before that he came to to see his two favourite people who now want nothing to do with him. It's not even been a full day and he's ruined everything. Mike missing out on sleep trying to work out how he's going to fix this. He needs to talk to El. He needs to talk to Will. He doesn't know what to say to El. He knows exactly what to say to Will. And suddenly he has another thing to think about instead of sleeping.

[munsons-mutiny]

Dustin going to see every Lord of the Rings movie by himself as they come out. He could go with his friends (heck with his and Suzie’s family, they’re all grown up by now) but instead he just wears Eddie’s rings that he stole from his trailer after everything and talks to him the whole time. Make little jokes Eddie would’ve loved, commented on which changes he would’ve hated. People look at him odd when he’s in the back of a theater talking to himself, especially when he’s absolutely sobbing by the end credits.

Steve figured out what he’s doing after the second movie. He’s long since read the books himself, curled up with the set that used to be Eddie’s. He’s never really had the imagination to enjoy fantasy, but these books are well loved with little comments written in the margins. After losing Eddie it was one of the few things that made him feel close to him, made him feel like he was sitting across from him whispering his thoughts into his ear. It’s been a long time, but he still has them, still picks them up and glances through them at least once a year.

For the last movie of the trilogy Dustin thinks he’s alone but Steve joins him right as the previews come to a close. He doesn’t say anything but he’s wearing Eddie’s vest and he just takes Dustin’s hand and squeezes. Both of their eyes are wet by the end, their hands shaking. But they’re together. They get dinner after, talk about Eddie for the first time in a long time, laugh and cry before heading back to their respective homes. Their respective families.

They’ll see each other soon anyway, the party has a big family dinners every other Sunday for whoever can make it. They bring their kids, their spouses, all their signs that life has moved forward that they got to move on. Sometimes it’s even enough love, joy, and laughter to make them forget about the family that can never sit at the table.

[ronanctism]

Religious Trauma

TW ? for religion, religious trauma, homophobia, forcing religion + potential SH warning

Robin was never into religion practice or believing in any higher beings up in the sky or below the earth. She never thought it was worth her time, or that she needed to. Yeah, she respected other's religion, but she never wanted to be religious herself.

But, she came from a religious family. Her mother was christian, her father was atheist, this caused frequent arguments about religion and practices about it. Robin was often brought into these discussions by her mother, who tried forcing the idea of christianity and god on her. She'd avoid the conflict, sometimes she'd walk away or she'd leave the house before she got dragged into it.

Her mother was homophobic because of her religion, she thought it was sinful and always preached the bible & scriptures that represented "Homosexuality." Yeah sure, Robin believed in none of that, but it got in her head. She'd constantly overthink, "Am I a sinful creature?" "Am I wrong for looking at girls in certain ways?" "No, no... I'm not a homosexual."

She grew up always assuming homosexuality was normal, as sure it wasn't a discussed topic, but she never saw homophobia. That was until Robin's mother would talk about it once she turned 12, since Robin was supposedly reaching the ages of "finding herself."

Preaching scriptures, reminders that it's wrong to like women as a woman, telling her to never get in that crowd of people. So when Robin would look at women and smile a bit, she'd feel disgusted. She couldn't help it, she hated that she couldn't help it. She no longer felt normal about looking at girls that way, and it hurt her. She wanted to feel normal, not like a freak.

She would come home from school, drop her bags by the door, and run up to her room. She'd jump on her bed and curl up, crying in her knees as her arms wrapped around them. She'd swing back & forth, feeling like she wasn't... normal. Like she was a sinner, a freak, a weird creature, a disgusting pervert, and so much more. She'd get on her knees and pray to anything that could've been up there.

But she didn't believe in anything? She was never religious? She never practiced religion, she never prayed, she never believed in any beings up or below, so why? Why is she praying, begging for forgiveness from something that doesn't exist?

Because of her mother. Her mother convinced her homosexuality was wrong, that it was a sin to love someone. She let her get in her head and it messed with her.

She would degrade herself when she'd look at a girl, pray every night for forgiveness or change in herself. She hurt herself for sinning, to help god harm her for homosexuality. She cried for weeks, months even. She felt weird, she hated herself a lot.

Even still today, she doesn't fully accept herself. Parts of her still scream "Sinner!" "Freak!" "Queer!" and degradation for being a lesbian, but she tries to repress it. She tries to love herself, to accept herself, to encourage kids it's okay, even if somebody says it's not.

She distanced from christianity, fearful of christians. she never befriended christians because she assumed they'd try to "convert" her to christianity & heterosexuality, just like her mother did.

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should i continue?

[libid1ne]

rue.

eddie munson x reader

spoilers!! like, seriously don’t keep reading beyond this point if you haven’t finished watching season 4 of st!!

✰summary: the love of your life and the father to be of your child dies helping a group of kids, and you can’t forgive them for taking him away from you and leaving him to rot in the upside down— and yet, you blame yourself for ever letting him go.

death ; lose of a love one ; pregnant and fiancé reader ; this takes place during his funereal ; grief ; yelling ; arguments ; cussing

eddie and the reader are around 19-20

enjoy!

how could this happen? it feels as if barely a week ago he was there, in your arms— beyond excited to know that you and him will be having a beautiful child.

how could your whole entire world be snatched right out from under your feet so quickly, so effortlessly as if he had meant nothing? you grimace at the memory of him thinking of names for your child, they all ranged from silly to adorable.

jessica, eddie jr, veronica, lucas, owen, evan, mary, rosemary.

you remember laughing, telling him that he’s an idiot and that the name you had thought of was better. you think about his smile as you told him, and how he agreed frantically before telling you eddie jr should still be on the table.

the town of hawkins is more or less a wasteland now, most families moving out already— and you were soon to follow.

but first, you had to grieve. you were far from acceptance, sliding between anger and depression repeatedly and rapidly. your feelings a whirlwind of chaos, leaving you dismantled and weak in the knees. you stand— your hand on your stomach where his was once placed not long ago- in front of his grave.

it took an insane amount of money and begging to get someone to create the headstone— and even more to ask them to make sure that it would stay well kept and unmarked or touched like his missing posters were. the rain is pouring down, the sky grey and it feels as if the universe is grieving with you.

this is your fault, that’s all you can think as you stare numbingly at the grave of the man you loved most. if you hadn’t let him go that day, if you didn’t say yes. if you didn’t tell him to be hawkins hero, if you lied and said you were sick, maybe if you begged him to stay he wouldn’t have walked out of your living room door that day.

you’re sobbing, your bottom lip quivering as you clench your fists. you tell yourself to breathe, to relax, but you can’t take it. you can’t take knowing the love of your life isn’t even buried properly, that his body does not even lay underneath his gravestone.

the engagement ring that rests on your finger twinkles dully due to the rain, and you cry even harder knowing you are no longer a blushing bride to be. you breathe shakily, and your head snaps around as you hear multiple footsteps approaching.

your mouth opens to defend your lovers name, but you close it just as swiftly as you see the group of people that got your fiancé killed. your eyebrows furrow and you grimace. each one of them is alive, and as selfish as it may sound— you wonder why it couldn’t have been one of them.

they’re all dressed in black, like you, and you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as if that’ll do anything to hide the apparent heartbreak. “how can i help you?”

a little boy you recognize as dustin steps forward first, it’s most likely the smartest idea to have him speak to start them off. you had treasured the young boy, considered him to be a child of yours but now, now it was different.

now your heart was riddled with rage and misplaced blame, but a part of you cares so much for the boy that you restrain yourself.

“miss, miss munson..? i’m so, so sorry.” dustin steps towards you, and in his hand is eddie’s ring. it’s a plain silver band, and as you stare at it you worry your legs will collapse from under you. “i, i was there when he..when he passed.”

you can barely look him in his eyes, your heart wrenching in your chest as you glare down at him. his words made your heart snap once again brutally. “so you left him there to die, to choke on his own blood. and you…you expect me to forgive you? how could you do this to me? to us?”

“hey...i’m sorry for your loss but- but he knew that his life was at risk the second he tried to buy more time.” one of them grumbles.

your glare intensifies and your eyes shift up to meet steve’s. “you know, he looked up to you? he thought you were..so cool.” you chuckle bitterly. “and yet here you are pretending that he..that it’s his fault he wanted to help someone? you’re selfish, you’re all selfish. and it’s cruel how you’ve done this to him.”

you turn around, your heart hardening. you know you’re out of line, but you can’t help yourself. someone has to be at blame for the lose of your lover. your fists clench at your sides as you begin to speak again.

“you left him there. his whole life he’s just wanted to be accepted and you guys left him there..? to rot?” you stare at the stone of his grave, and you grow livid. you immediately spin around, glaring daggers at the small group. “leave. all of you leave! you don’t deserve to be here!” you seethe, venom dripping from your lips in a heated frenzy.

dustin can’t take it anymore, he can’t take seeing you like this. an angry mess over a death that he already feels guilt for, you stare— tears blurring your vision and making it nearly impossible to see as hands wrap around your stomach.

“i’m so, so sorry miss. munson.” your words get caught in your throat as he pulls you closer, this boy- this boy that your fiancé loved so dearly is the only thing keeping you from collapsing at this very moment. and you give in, your hands wrapping around his head and pulling him into you as you sob.

tears wet the ebony dress you were, and you hunch over to hold dustin to you, and you regret yelling at him. you pet his head, crying vigorously.

and then another pair of arms are wrapping around you, and you look to see it’s lucas. he has a black eye, but he doesn’t hesitate to rest his head against your form. “i should’ve been there, i’m sorry.”

you let out a shaky breath, your whole body hurts as your heart clenches painfully in your chest. mike is the next to hug you, and he too apologizes for not being there. steve, nancy and robin soon follow and you violently sob. you finally admit that this whole entire time, you’ve been blaming everyone but your stupid perfect lively boyfriend.

dustin leans back and meets your eyes. “he told me..to tell you he loves you. and, and that whatever name you pick, he thinks it’s uh, fitting for the baby.”

you think about his smile, his laugh and his stupid names. “i like…. eddie jr.”

[hannahhook7744]

'Cats in the Cradle' Stranger Things Au;

Summary: In a world where Steve dies instead of Eddie, Tommy and Carol find themselves responsible for the children he never even got to find out he had.

And of course, the upside down crew buts in to help.

(Carol Perkins, Tommy Hagan, and Steve Harribgton as kids to teens).

Steve's ex, Becky, who is the mom who wants nothing to do with the kids.

Mr. and Mrs. Harrington (aka Richard and Norma).

Leave suggestions for what they do for work in the comments if you want cause I have no clue.

Mr. and Mrs. Hagan (aka Jack and Jolene).

He's a truck driver and she's a waitress.

Mr. and Mrs. Perkins (aka Andy and Jeanie Perkins).

She's a nurse and he's a news anchor.

And finally, the quads as babies and as little kids.

Their names are Stephanie Robin Harrington, Stefan Dustin Harrington, Stella Chrissy Harrington, and Stewart Frederick Harrington.

Notes:

Chrissy, her brother, and Fred are Steve's cousins.

Phil Callahan is Steve's half brother.

Tommy and Carol's house and car.

Their cat and dog (Bowie and Mercury).

[sillytoya]

Deal with the Devil

Summary: Dirty Diana, the nickname speaks for itself. She’s like a fever dream, one that everybody thinks they can get a taste of. After discovering things from her not so distant past, Jason Carver decided that she would be the perfect bait for his plan: break Eddie Munson. And then everything collapsed. Part 2

Author's note: Well, after a hard battle I finally finished the first chapter! I really thought about not sharing it, because I'm not that good writing in english and was really afraid to make a brute mistake (on grammar and plot), but I think it's good to go.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, psychological abuse, swearing, self hurt (at the and), blackmail, threatening, Jason being the asshole. 

Rating: 18+

Words: 1181

She walks through the halls of Hawkins High School the most confident she can appear. Her pair of mysterious eyes focused forward, chin up, hips swaying subtly and trying to push the fear that makes her feet cold deep inside her mind. Dirty Diana, the “Dark Queen of Hawkins High”, on her way to meet Jason Carver at lunchtime, with no other reason but a pretty convincing threat. Her instincts were right when alerting about him being a mischievous son of a bitch.

Jason requested to meet her at a classroom far from both entrances of the building, something that Diana would quickly avoid in other circumstances. And all her smart instincts were screaming in despair for her to turn on her hills and run away. There’s no shame in running away from an asshole. However, even if she tried, she would probably get caught by the other jocks on guard by the doors like protection dogs. The sarcastic look on their faces made Diana want to throw up. In their faces.

She entered the classroom without thinking much and was imediately cursed by seeing the culprit for her current dark thoughts.

“Look who decided to show up” he had a big smile, like he wasn’t talking to someone he’s threatening, sitting on the first chair. By this time Diana’s feet were dead cold and she took a deep breath, trying to control her body before speaking.

“I have to say, Carver, you’re the first guy to corner me in ages. Hope you’re proud of that malignant little brain of yours” she forced a quick smile and went talking again. “Now, what do you need so much from me?”

“Why don't you take a seat so we can discuss this?” He motioned to the chair by his side, but she stayed at her feet and crossed her arms. Seeing that Diana wouldn’t follow him, Jason stood up and walked to her, his smile always there “So, I need a little favor from you. It might need your full acting talent, though” he also crosses his arms, never breaking eye contact.

“Acting talent? If you need an actress, why don’t you go after some girl from drama club?” Her tone was bitter, nervous enough to let the comment split from her lips.

Jason’s smile fades as he speaks “If you wanna a scandal, why don’t you go directly to The Weekly Streak and say yourself your little secret?”

“Son of a bicth”, she thought as that stupid smile appears again.

“I want you to seduce and toy with Eddie Munson.”

Diana was too stunned to speak at first, tipped her head to the side with a puzzled face. Is this motherfucker for real? She closed her eyes for a sec and took another deep breath, this being a terribly annoyed one.

“Hold on, let me get this. You threatened me with my past so I break some random guy’s heart? Do you even hear yourself?” He bent a little to be at her height and his smile became creepier as he looked right into her eyes.

“Wanna know what I hear, Dirty Diana? I hear babies crying, I can hear them screaming at the top of their little lungs. And I can see the glares that will be directed to you when everybody learns what you did. How many times again? Two? Three?”

She gulped her nervous down her throat, fighting the rage tears. Diana never cried in front of a man in her entire life, Jason wouldn’t be the first. She  wouldn’t drop a tear ‘cause of him, not Dirty Diana. “What makes you think he would be interested in me?” He moved away from her to walk in circles with his hands on the team’s jacket pockets, his dark smile never fading. “You freaks like each other and he’s into the dark stuff, so who’s better to do it than the ‘Dark Queen of Hawkins High’, huh?”

If she felt her feet dead cold before, now she doesn't even feel the cold anymore, but for a different reason. Her blood runned all to her brain, her heart beating fast. How could he threaten to expose her just to prank some random guy? Why her? Diana haven’t felt that angry in months, ready to jump at his neck and make him choke till-

The bell rang, lunchtime was over.

“Jason!” Somebody called for him outside the classroom, one of his teammates opened the door and put his head in “We need to go, man” and he looked at you with a suggestive smile “Bye, D.D.” which she only responded with a nod and a serious face.

Jason was about to leave the room when Diana called him “Wait, how am I supposed to get close to him? I know nothing about this Munson guy.”

“If some information can help, he and his band of freaks play at the Hideout on Tuesdays and his cult it’s on the drama club room” Jason stopped smiling by the end of the phrase “You better do your part of the deal, or else you’ll have to move out to another city, Dirty Diana” he gave her one last glance before going away with the other guy.

She left right after them and went to the restroom, passing by the ocean of teenagers going to their classes. Diana tries to deny it, but she wanted to be like the average people. Sure, the “normal” is boring, but it’s calm and she wouldn’t be passing through a shitty situation like this.

“This is so ridiculous! How in hell did he find out about that?” She only could think of it. How can something so hidden end up with him? Couldn’t be the Doctor, he would be in a huge shit if he said something. Who could have seen her?

“That blond demon!” Diana hit her fists in the sink in frustration. She didn’t cared for the physical pain at the time.

She punched the sink again, with more force. The sensation of being violated, even without the touch, made her angrier at every second of her thinking about it.

Diana was about to punch it again when someone held her arms from behind. She stepped with full force on the person’s right foot allowing her to break free. And only then she looked at the mirror in front of her, seeing who were at her back.

“Aw, shit! Goddamnit!" Eddie Munson was crouching on the floor holding his injured foot while saying all the bad words he could.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, still shocked by the last event. Eddie looked at her in disbelief, too stunned to speak.

He got up to look right at her face “Please, have a look around. That’s not the ladies room.”

In fact, he was correct. That definitely wasn't the ladies room. “Oh, God. What’s happening to me?” She mumbled to herself putting her hands on her head and taking a deep breath. “I’m so sorry for hitting your foot” Diana said before running away from there.

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Author's note: Well, that's the first part. Yes, there's only a glimpse of Eddie here, but the next will have more. I hope that wasn't so bad. Thanks for reading!

[xxlunar-0988-xx]

I miss my lover man | Steve Harrington

I just got an idea of some like angsty shit for a Steve Harrington x reader that imma write right now, and can you guess how i got it? Tik tok audio

Anyway I'm gonna start writing now

Key words: y/n - your name; f/t/p/a/g - favorite two player arcade game

Steve Harrington x fem!reader with superpowers

Readers powers: elemental manipulation, can control: water, fire, air and ground

Readers number: 004

Warnings: angst, cursing

(not my gif)

"wow if it isn't the famous Steve 'the hair' Harrington." I heard a voice, i turned around, "y/n! Where have you been?" I asked, "At home, anyway, never thought I'd see the day you'd get a job again." She said, "well as you can see, i did get a job, did you?" I asked, "well no-" "hah then why are you mocking me?" I said, "i was gonna say i just quit since some shithead thought it would be funny to dump ice cold water with leftovers over my head, plus i was sick and tired of other customers bullshit." She shrugged, "oh well I'm sorry to hear that, how about you hang around here for a while and after my shift i take you out to dinner yeah, as in 'my friend just got fired' type of way not a date." I said scrambling over my words, "yeah sure Harrington, by the looks of it you seemed to have lost your ways of pulling bitches." She said, "hey i can pull bitches!" I yelled, gaining attention to the customers in the store, "sorry." I quickly apologized, "anyway imma go annoy little brats outside with my powers." Y/n whispered, "see ya later Harrington!" She yelled as she left the store, 'god this girl's driving me crazy'

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"Okay so what's the plan on killing Vecna?" Y/n asked leaning over the table, Dusting hopped around on one leg and started to explain what y/n and El were gonna do with their powers or whatever and where everyone was gonna strike, "wait so in gonna me the bait?" Y/n asked pointing to herself, "yes since you're agile and fast, the vine things and demagorgon's won't be able to catch you." Dustin said, "fine I'll be the bate, but if i make it out of this alive you owe me a huge favor." She said pointing towards Dustin and walking outside, probably to practice her powers or something

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"here Harrington!" I heard a yell from behind of the store, i quickly rushed back, "ready for the free diner m'lady." I said extending my hand towards her sitting form, "of course sir shimmer pants." She said grabbing my hand and pulling herself off the floor, "aw c'mon i wore those pant ONE time!" I whined, "yup and i remember like it was yesterday." She said, "the way everyone gasped as you walked in the party with those awful pant, everyone started laughing seconds after and i had to run outside to comfort you." I said, "whatever Mrs glitter head." I mumbled, "what was that?" Se asked, "nothing let's just go before i change my mind and get you to pay everything." I said with a sly smirk, she grabbed my wrist as butterfly's erupted in my stomach, "nope mama can't lose that free dinner!" She yelled running towards my car as i laughed being dragged by her

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I walked outside to check on y/n and i saw her sitting against a tree with her knees to her chest, "hey what's wrong?" I asked sitting down next to her, "what if it goes wrong?" She asked her head still in her hands but i knew she had been crying just by hearing her voice, "if what goes wrong." I asked tilting my head to get a better look at her, "the plan, what if one of us gets badly injured, or even worse... dies i can't bare another death Steve i just can't I've seen so many deaths, even if they didn't happen in front of my eyes i was still broke by them." She said sobbing as i patted her back to comfort her, "look on the bright side, if it does work i promise i will take you out to dinner, i-in a friend way of course." I said, she laughed slightly at my remark, "sure Harrington, sure." She said, "now I'm gonna wipe my tear's and fix myself, you go inside and do whatever you have to do in there." She said as she finally lifter her head from her lap and started to rub her eyes, "okay but if i don't see you inside in ten minutes I'm coming back out to get you." I said, "okay mooooommmmm." She teased, i rolled my eyes and just went inside

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"the dinner was nice Harrington, didn't think you'd know a good place." Y/n said as she got in the passenger seat in my car, i turned it on and started to drive off, "well I've taken many women here before." I said as i smirked looking at her and then back at the road, "how many like two? Your mom and your sister." I said, "haha very funny." I said sarcastically, "anyway wanna hang out tomorrow?" She asked, "after my shift." I said, "yes after your shift of course." She said, "okay where are we gonna go?" I asked, "I'm gonna take you tooooo... I don't know actually, maybe to the arcade." She said, "sounds cool, I'll pick you up after my shift, or you could just wait for me behind the store again." I said, "sound like a plan." She said right as i parked my car, "well se ya later sir shimmer pants, oh and try not to get a speeding ticket." She said and she slammed my car door shut, i laughed lightly and started to drive back to my house

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"Okay the portal is just at this corner, while Erica and i will be here dictating where you should go, remember four and El are up front." Dustin said, "okay dusty, see ya on the other side." Y/n said as she didn't hesitate and walked towards the portal, we all quickly followed all thirteen of us, Me, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, El, Max, Lucas, Will, Hopper, Joyce, Murray and that new Russian guy, i think his name was Enzo, "Guys, can you hear us." Erica said, we all heard her through our ear peace, we all said yes and Dustin did a victory screech

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We were walking towards the arcade to see the gang inside, there was Max, Mike, Lucas, El, Dustin and Wil. Lucas, Dustin and Max, were fighting for the game, and Mike, Wil and El were talking, we walked inside and y/n's eyes landed on one game f/t/p/a/g, "bet i can beat you at this." She said running towards the game, "hey wait up;" i yelled running towards her as she started playing the game

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"i think i see em." Y/n said looking from the corner, "how does it look like?" Dustin asked through he head peace, "it has lots of slimy vines round it, it's glowing red and has a figure inside." She said, "yup that's it, Vecna's inside! Is he floating?" Dustin asked, "yup." Y/n answered, "okay so you're good to attack, remember the plan four!" Erica said, "got it chief." Y/n said and did a small salute, even though she knew Erica couldn't see it, we all approached the thing, Enzo took out an axe and cut through the skin and we saw it, "okay four you can use your fire powers to wake him up as soon as we find a hiding place." Hopper said, "sir yes sir." She said and saluted, i smiled slightly, "hey lover boy find a hiding place before you get hurt." I heard Robin from behind me, i sighed in anoyence and hid

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"HAH i beat you!" I said pointing towards y/n, "its one out of twenty three Harrington." She said as she flicked my forehead, "you owe me an ice cream." She said, "hey we didn't make a deal!" I yelled as she started to walk out of the arcade, i started to follow her, "well i thought I would make a deal but i knew you were gonna refuse Soo i stuck a sticky note on your back that said yes." She said, "wait what?!" I yelled trying to get the note from my back, she grabbed it instead, "so you owe me an ice cream." She said crumbling the peace of paper and putting it in her pocket, "whatever it's late we sould go home." I said going inside my car and turning it on as y/n sat in the passenger's seat

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"ATTACK!" Hopper yelled and we all jumped out of our hiding spots, attacking Vecna with our swords, guns, whatever weapons we had, i could hear four cursing and crying in pain as i shivered at the noise

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"I'm going out to lunch break!" I yelled to Robin, "fine but you have to be here in twenty minutes sharp!" She yelled back, i left the store and saw y/n sitting on the sidewalk, "oh hey y/n what're you doing here?" I asked, "waiting for you to leave for lunch break." She said as she stood up with a bright smile, "wow you just can't get enough of me can ya?" I said, "well it seems i can't now let's go! I prepared a picnic!" She said grabbing my wrist and dragging me along as i blushed, "wait- but I'm supposed to be back in twenty minutes!" I said to her as she suddenly stopped, "so your really gonna listen, the high school trouble maker Steve 'the hair' Harrington is gonna listen?" She asked turning around looking at my with a sly smirk, i smirked back, "fuck the curfew." I said, "there we are! Now let's go before the flys catch up to the food before us." She said and started to drag me again

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"Holy shit y/n you okay?!?" Lucas yelled seeing y/n in pain, "I'm gonna be fine! Continue attacking him!" She yelled back as she created a strong gust of wind, launching her in the air, i hope she's right i think to myself as i stopped heating up my sword and started to slice the approaching demogorgons

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"this is nice." I said taking a bite of the sandwich y/n had made for me, "yeah it better be cuz it took me the whole day to prepare." She said, "wait the whole day?" I asked, "yeah, how else do you think all this food got here? By Jesus? I don't think so." She said taking a bite of her sandwich as i laughed lightly, "well I'm full, wanna go back to the video store with me?" I asked, "nah, don't wanna get my ear yelled off by Robin." I said, "Shit! I forgot about her!" I yelled standing up, "then you better run sir shimmer pants, or she's gonna make you work for the whole shift." She said as she stood up with me, i felt something touch my back pocket but i brushed it off as a bug, "not even gonna complain about the nick name, bye!" I yelled as i started to run out of the forest

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"Guys! I think I need more help with the demogorgons!" I yelled as i slashed the head of the one approaching seeing about ten of them running at me from a distance, fire soon shot them and i turned to see four, "thank you." I said, "no problem-" she got stopped in the middle of her sentence when a huge vine threw her to the ground, "Y/N!" I yelled, "DON'T WORRY ILL BE FINE JUST WATCH OUT!" She yelled back as i felt a vine wrap around my leg, before it could pull me Nancy chopped it of with an axe, "thanks-" "thank me later watch out for the demobats!" She yelled as she switched her axe to her gun and shot a couple that were pretty far away as i cut in half the closer ones

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Y/n was right, Robin made me work all day long since i was gone for like an hour and a half and i didn't even notice, "i feel like I've tortured you enough, go sit down, but you better get back to work in five minutes." Robin said as she patted my shoulder taking the next customer, "thank you." I groaned as i went to the employees only room and sat down on a chair, i felt a crumbled peace of paper under me but when i stood up there was nothing there, i reached in to my back pocket and pulled out a crumbled note, i opened it to reveal y/n's handwriting, it read

Do u like like me :)

♡︎yes ♡︎no

Butterfly's erupted in my stomach as i couldn't believe my eyes, i kept reading the note over and over again not believing that it was true, as i picked up a pen to fill in my answer i heard a voice call out my name, "Five minutes is up Harrington! Get back to work!" I jumped as the peace of paper fell on the floor, i jumped off of my chair and went back to work, the note long forgotten

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"we killed it!" Hopper yelled as he saw Vecna on the floor not breathing, the monsters and vines soon vaporized in to the air, "WE DID IT!!!" Mike yelled, we all cheered as i turned towards y/n, "you hear that y/n?! We did it!" I yelled and opened my eyes to see her laying down on the ground not moving, "y-y/n." I said, Robin quickly turned around and her smile dropped as she saw her lifeless form, "Y/N!!"

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My shift was finally over and i was sitting around ar my house watching tv when i heard a knock in my door, i opened it to see y/n, "oh hey! What bring you here at... Ten o clock?!?" I said surprised as i looked at my clock, "just wondering if you got the note." She said, "what note?" I asked, "o-oh never mind." She stuttered, "wait why don't you stay for a while longer?" I asked, "oh I'm kind of busy, maybe later Harrington." She said not turning around to face me as she left without another word

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"OH GOD Y/N!" i yelled as i ran towards her picking her up in my arms, she saw barely breathing as she looked up at me, "Oh god you're awake! Just stay like that for a couple more minutes-" "Steve we have to go-" Robin said as the gang left leaving me and Rabin still remaining in the upside down, but i still kept talking, "j-just hang on for a little while!" "S-steve." Y/n barely choked out as she shakily grabbed my cheek, "it's time." She said, "what time? Time for what?!" I said, "it's time for me to die, i lived my live Steve." She said, "N-no don't say that you're gonna survive! I yelled, she just smiled at me, "you have to move on without me." She said, tears were pouring down my cheeks like a water fall, "No- please stay with me!" I yelled, Robin grabbed my arm, y/n started to breathe less, "Harrington, i just want you to live, even if it means i have to die." She said, "at least in a hero now? R-tight?" She said as some blood started dripping from her mouth, my throat was so tight that i could speak, "see you on the other side, s-ir shiner pants." She chocked out a laugh as she took her final breath, her arm dropping from my face and landing on the ground

"NO Y/N!!" I yelled, i felt tears drop on my arm, i hugged y/n's corpse and Robin hugged me as we sobbed together

The upside down soon started to shake, "we have to go Steve." Robin said, her saddens now filling with worry, "w-what about y/n." I said, "y-you're going to have to leave her." She chocked out as she stood up, she grabbed my wrist and started dragging me towards the gate, i looked back at y/n to see her just lying on the ground

I chocked out a cry as we approached the gate and quickly got out, "Oh god you're okay!" Dustin yelled, "where's four?" Eleven asked, Robin and i looked at each other and back at them, i struggled to keep my tear's from falling as everyone understood what happened

"she- uh... S-She's de-ead."

---time skip---

I looked at my room with sadness, everything reminded me of her, and it didn't make it better that i had hundreds of pictures of her and i scattered around the room, i sat on my bed and let all of my tear's spill

Sobbing on my pillow as a small gust of wind flew a crumbled up note towards me, i picked it up

My eyes widening as more tears spilled from them, the note read

Do u like like me :)

♥︎yes ♡︎no

Is it weird that i cried writing this? Anyway

Had this in my drafts for like two days or something and decided to finish it :)

Hope ya enjoyed this angsty shiz

I hope you're having a great day/ night/ afternoon

Bye!!!

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Can we have a Story where

Steve or Eddie x reader where they are dating in secret and Dustin is readers brother and The Team finds out? Please?

I decided to do this one for Steve because I don't think I've given him enough attention recently. Here's the story!

Send me more requests for Steve Harrington, Joe Keery, Eddie Munson, or Joseph Quinn

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Pulling a Houdini

premise: So here's that continuation I'd promised for Hospital Jail Break. Eddie's been broken out of the Hawkins hospital but now comes the hard part. Including one final goodbye we all deserved to see and a little surprise cameo in this part to make right another Duffer wrong from Vol. 2.

pairing: eddie munson x dustin's sister!reader

word count: pairing: 3089

warnings:  none

notes:  I was going to wrap it all up in this part but I've gotten so inspired I've got more to write for this little group...Eddie's getting out of Hawkins safe and sound if I've got anything to say about it lol Again, let me know what y'all think!

Read Part One  Part Three  Part Four

“Could you move a little faster,” Steve called back. “We’ve got an extremely short window to get you off this roof and away from this place before someone finds out you’ve pulled a Houdini.”

An exaggerated huff came from behind him, “Harrington I’m not sure you remember where you’re breaking me out of but I wasn’t in that hospital room for fun.”

“Well,” he started to argue back but when he glanced back he got the full scope of how bad the poor guy was still hurting. He remembered the way those bruises from the demobat’s tail felt, the way the bite marks stung beyond belief. “Yeah, yeah I remember but it still doesn’t make the fact that we’re on a tight deadline any less relevant.”

There was no more protest from Eddie but Steve could still hear him mumbling under his breath as he followed closely behind him. The two were hunched down enough that no one below could see them making their way across the roof to the rickety fire escape on the back end of the building. Every once in a while the walkie talkie Dustin had forced Steve to carry would crackle with static making one of them jump.

It wasn't a massive hospital by any means but when you’re trying to sneak an accused serial killer out of it it sure felt like a mansion. Steve could’ve sworn they’d been up there for 30 minutes before he finally reached the ledge again, his finger hovering over the button of his walkie before turning to look at Eddie. “We gotta get down this then around the corner to the car,” he explained. “I wasn’t really expecting you to still be this messed up when Henderson cooked up this plan, it was a pain in the ass for me to get up here and I’d say I’m in a lot better condition than you.”

“Gee man, thanks for the vote of confidence,” Eddie said flatly, bouncing up onto the balls of his feet to get a better look over the ledge. “It’s not like I wasn’t the nurses’ favorite patient in there, they really loved coming in to give me more pain meds. You know, the town murderer.”

Steve could have kicked himself in the ass at this point, “shit, Munson, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I just- this isn’t going to be easy because I don’t think they’ve fixed this particular part of the hospital since it was built.”

“Uuh Steve,” Robin’s voice came over the walkie talkie. “I think we gotta speed up this little adventure…a very important looking cop car just pulled into the lot.”

The two on the roof turned to each other in panic mode before answering, “Robin, cool your jets, we're on our way down now…you can’t rush the process.”

“I can when we’re all risking jail time,” she squeaked.

Before Steve could answer another voice came through, “just make it snappy, Dustin is losing his mind down here and I don’t have the heart to tell him his idol got re-arrested along with his babysitter,” you finished.

Without another word Steve gave Eddie the direction to follow his lead down the fire escape and they started their descent. And Steve hadn’t been kidding about what a piece of shit the thing was. It swayed here and there as the two of them made their way down it at a snail’s pace thanks to just how many rungs and steps were missing from it. God forbid there was ever an actual fire emergency at this place, there’s no way anyone would make it down this thing alive.

By the time they were nearing the bottom Eddie could hear a very familiar bickering coming from just below them. It sounded like you were less than excited with your little brother and he didn’t really seem to care all that much, he was too worried about making sure his friend got down in one piece. “You know, I’m not sure but I don’t think we’re supposed to be drawing a crowd, right Harrington,” Eddie spoke through gritted teeth.

“Damn it Dustin,” Steve grumbled, taking the last rung of the ladder before jumping down right in front of you. “I told you all to stay by the car, I’ve got this under control.”

And just like some kind of sick cosmic joke Eddie’s foot slipped and almost sent him falling a few feet earlier than he needed to. Your eyes darted from where he clung tightly, a desperate laugh coming from him, then to Steve. “Oh yeah, there’s nothing to worry about here.”

“He’s fine,” his voice cracked. “Look, take the kid back to the car and get ready to hightail it out of here.”

Looking up for a little reassurance you received an extremely nervous smile followed up by a thumbs up, “all good up here!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at just how annoyed he sounded even though he was trying his best to make sure Dustin wasn’t worried. One hand on your little brother’s shoulder and you guided him away from the scene of the escape and back to the getaway car. 

By the time you reached the back of the parking lot Robin was pacing from the front end of the car to the back, mumbling something to herself, and Nancy looked about ready to strangle her. Then there was Max leaned up against the back door bruised and bandaged but still in one piece, sort of. “They should be right behind us, let's get everyone in the car, quickly,” you urged.

The next few minutes felt like hours as you waited as patiently as possible only to see that mangy head of hair flying around the corner of the big brick building followed by Steve yelling for someone to start the car.

You exchanged a look with Nancy before she dove into the front seat and turned the key twice in the ignition before it started. A loud voice rang from behind them before you saw the gangly cop chasing after the two barreling towards you. Steve made his way to the driver’s seat, pushing Nancy to the middle of him and Robin while you shoved Eddie onto the floor of the backseat before folding yourself up onto the seat next to Dustin and Max.

Every single person in the car was yelling for Steve to step on it, including you because now the cop had backup and they were approaching the car at an increasingly fast pace. Steve cranked the gear shift into drive tossing everyone back in their seats as he pressed the pedal completely flat to the floor. 

“You can let me out now and save yourselves,” Eddie yelled from the floor, his face level with the toes of your shoes.

Max scoffed, kicking at his feet shoved up next to hers, “fat chance, we all escaped Vecna and you think we’re going to wuss out over a few cops?”

“She’s got a point,” you grinned. “We didn’t pull your sorry ass out of the upside down for nothing!”

The chase hadn’t lasted long seeing as, at some point, Max had snuck off and flattened a few tires on the police cars. There’s only so far a couple of Hawkins, Indiana cops could chase a car on foot. And it didn’t seem anyone in town had been alerted to the breach of security at the hospital yet either. Steve slowed to a normal pace once he’d gotten far enough from the hospital to not draw any further suspicion.

Resting your head back on the seat you finally took a second to take a breath, this wasn’t the end of this little ruse but it was one of the more nerve wracking parts. There was always time to worry about the rest of the plan later now you could revel in actually getting Eddie out of police custody safe and sound. The orange and yellow leaves still clinging to the trees lining the road passed quickly by as the car quieted down from all the excitement.

There was just one more small step in the grand plan before actually getting Eddie out of Hawkins. It was a step that you found inherently necessary but had to convince Steve and Robin of the benefit. They’d wanted to get him out of town as quickly as humanly possible but Nancy had been in your corner, the next step in the plan was just as important as any other part of it. 

The car wound around the long roads on the outskirts of town until you neared the next stop on your mission. The sound of the gravel crunching under the tires of the car made the moment feel more ominous than it should. Your eyes darted around the thick line of trees as Steve drove on making sure there wasn’t someone sneaking around out there, someone who might see one of you and ruin this entire scheme. Dustin had been squirming in the seat next to you the entire drive from the hospital and you were just getting ready to yell at him when you felt the smallest of taps on the toe of your boot. Looking down at where Eddie had stowed himself away you cocked an eyebrow, “y’alright?”

“Where…exactly are we,” he asked, worry evident in those big eyes of his.

You looked from Steve’s eyes in the rearview mirror and back before answering, “it’s a surprise but, well, we’re just about to that wooded area behind the school. We had to take the scenic route.”

“Wha-what,” he almost squeaked. “Why the hell are you taking me anywhere near that place?!”

A full round of ‘sush’es sounded from everyone in the car at the rise in his tone, “Eddie, seriously trust us! We know what we’re doing,” Robin called out from the front seat.

“Do we,” Steve questioned, finally slowing the car to a stop.

Your eyes went back to Eddie to give him a sympathetic look, “we do know what we’re doing…for the most part.”

As easily as you could, you slid out of the back of the car, turned to grab hold of Eddie's forearm and pulled him out as easily as you could with the way he’d stuffed himself in there. Before he could steady himself Dustin came jumping out behind him causing him to lose his balance just enough to stumble right into you.

“Whoa there big guy,” you giggled, the worry leaking out of you just enough to relax for a split second, simply from the way his large hands gripped your shoulders to steady himself. 

Those big doe eyes softened a bit as he looked down at you, “watch it, Henderson.”

And for just a few more moments the two of you stood there, stuck. It was like that small moment shielded you, for the time being, from everything crumbling to shit around you. You felt his thumbs gently rub the spot they lingered at before your little brother yanked him away behind him.

“Sooo,” the redhead that slid out behind Dustin finally spoke, drawing out the word in anticipation of you inferring what she was trying to insinuate. “You and Eddie…”

You squint your eyes at her, her left arm still in a massive cast and held tightly to her chest by the hospital sling, “Max, please get back in the car…I’m starting to think maybe Vecna did more than snap your arm.”

A huff and roll of her eyes and she was jumping back into the car, those headphones secured back to her head.

The familiar rambling of your little brother was just ahead of you when you turned to catch back up with Eddie and Dustin. Your boots snapped twigs beneath them as you came up behind the two causing Eddie to freeze in his tracks. “It’s just me,” you called out. “I thought maybe I should walk you the rest of the way…that way Dustin can keep watch for anyone who might be sneaking around out here.”

Dustin opened his mouth to protest but you quickly shoved him along a few steps to where he could still see the parked car down the hill. “Anything suspicious, give me the signal.”

He begrudgingly nodded and shuffled back down the hill a little ways until he had a good view of both you and the road.

And for a few more moments you and Eddie walked silently side by side until you came to the designated clearing. It was open and quiet where the two of you stood, the sun peeking down through the falling foliage creating an almost idyllic scene for the occasion. 

You could see from the corner of your eyes that Eddie was kicking at the thick clumps of leaves at his feet, his hands shoved in his pockets. “Eddie,” you finally broke the silence.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, his eyes still glued to the ground.

One deep breath and you started the little speech you’d practiced in your head the entire car ride up here. “Uhm, well, I know that everything is kind of turned to shit right now for you and you’re, like, an escaped criminal. And I thought since that one was on us maybe we should let you have one last goodbye. I know…”

His gaze quickly turned from the fascinating leaves on the ground to you in an instant, “wh-who?”

As if on cue Eddie’s Uncle Wayne stepped out from the line of trees, clearing his throat to bring his nephew’s attention to him. It almost broke your heart to see the look of desperation on Eddie’s face. The guy the entire town had officially pegged as a satanic serial killer broken by just the sound of his uncle’s voice.

You didn’t need to say anything else, you just stepped back and let the two close the space between them. It was a rush to reach one another and then like they hit an invisible wall when they were face to face. Like that unwritten rule of ‘manliness’ blocked them from the embrace that was hanging in the air. Both of the men opened their mouths to speak but then couldn’t quite get the words right until finally Wayne was able to break the silence. 

“Hey kid,” his voice cracked. 

In a flash Eddie flung his arms around his uncle and pulled him in for the most desperate hug you’d ever seen. Their big bodies clashed together with a thud, Wayne cupping the back of Eddie’s head so gently it was like he might’ve been holding toddler sized Eddie like he had all those years ago.

Your eyes went to where Eddie’s fingers were digging into his uncle’s shoulder blades, the tips going white from the pressure. It felt wrong to watch this. Such a private moment between them. So, you turned yourself around so you were staring at one of the trees in the distance. A tear fell down your cheek before you could wipe it away, leaving your skin streaked in its image. The actual escape from the hospital wasn’t the part of the plan that you’d been worrying about. It had been this. Nancy had told you how sure Wayne had been about Eddie, about how he refused to believe his nephew could ever even think of something as vile as what had happened to Chrissy Cunningham.

“I’m so sorry, Wayne,” you could hear Eddie whisper, his teeth clearly gritted together trying to stop the sob in his throat. “I fucked everything up.”

A deep grunt, then shuffling came from behind you as Wayne pulled back from his nephew and took his face in his hands, “you didn’t do anything anyone else wouldn’t have done, Eddie. These people have always looked at you like you were a monster but I know who you are. Your friends, they know who you are. Get out of Hawkins and never look back, promise me that.”

“I-I can’t just leave you like that,” he argued, his grip tight on his uncle’s arms as they stood in an embrace.

Wayne pulled him in quickly for one more hug, his calloused hand grabbing a hold of that familiar mess of curls at the nape of his neck one last time, “Eddie, I love you like my own kid but you’ve gotta go. Save yourself from this place and the brainwashed people in it.”

Through bleary eyes you could see Steve and Robin sitting in the front seat of the car impatiently trying to see what was taking so long, Nancy’s head poking out from between them. On your right was Dustin kicking at the stump of an old tree long since chopped down. He was mumbling something under his breath and his cheeks looked as flushed as yours felt right now. You gave the two one last fleeting moment together before wiping the tears away from your eyes and turning back to them. “Sorry to break this up but, uh, we should probably get going before anyone happens to see us,” you announced, your eyes finally catching sight of the two for the first time since you’d turned around.

Eddie’s bottom lip was still quivering from trying to stop himself from fully breaking down and Wayne’s eyes were red and puffy, his hand still resting on one of Eddie’s shoulders to give him a reassuring squeeze before pushing him towards you. “Take care of him for me,” he looked at you now. 

“I think I can handle that,” you forced a smile, the lump in your throat unbearable.

And just like that the moment was over and the older man was walking back into the tree line where he’d come from. A soft sniffle came from beside you as the two of you fell back into step together, “thank you,” he whispered.

There was so much you wanted to say to him. You wanted to promise him that he’d get to see his uncle again, soon. You wanted to promise him that everything would turn out alright. But you couldn’t do that, not truthfully at least. So you settled for a simple smile before giving his hand a quick squeeze of reassurance.

“The next part of your little plan better not include anymore crying,” Eddie announced loudly into the open air. “I think we’ve all had enough of that shit.”

Dustin laughed as he joined the two of you carefully shuffling down the hill, “all we have left to do is cross state lines.”

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Eddie's Missing Star

I cried writing this, I say listen to

Eddie:

"Hey Harrington, uhm.. long time no see huh?" Steve nods, sitting down silently. "How is she?" His leg is bouncing, Robin rubs circles on his back and pulls his head into her chest. "It's not your fault Steve, none of us knew okay." He lets out a soft sob. "She's awake Eddie." Robin replies for him, I take a second to process while Steve continues crying. I stand, my legs feel like jelly. I slowly make my way to her hospital room. The oxygen mask is now removed but replaced with a tube under her nose. She's sitting up drinking a small cup of water. "Steve? Eddie?" Her soft voice, tears roll down my cheeks. My breath hitches but quickens in pace. I walk to her side and sit in the chair next her bed. "Silas, how uhm...how are you feeling?" She doesn't look at me at first, soft sniffles and she looks at me. "Eddie I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I told you I would be careful and I was irresponsible. And I-.. I'm sorry Eddie. Please forgiv-" I stand, sitting on the end of the bed in front of her. Holding her face, silent tears roll down our faces. "You're as beautiful as the day I thought I lost you." Holding her close, she holds tight to my shirt and nods. "I promise Ed I'll be more careful." Wiping the tears away and smiling at her, "Everything will be alright from here on out." Steve and Robin come in, "Silas, uhm.. the doctor said you are free to go home today if you'd like." She nods and looks at Robin, "Hey Robin." Robin waves and pushes us out the room. "Go get something to eat with Steve." Robin sits and they start talking like it hasn't been almost a week.

Steve:

"Eddie. Its my fault, I'm her brother. I'm supposed to be there for her and I didn't know, if I knew she was in the car with someone intoxicated I would have went to pick her up. I'm sorry." He looks at me, I can't tell what's going through his head but guilt is chewing through my heart. "Steve, I don't blame you. I don't blame anybody. I love her, we didn't lose her and that's what matters. Alright?" We get drinks going back to get ready to take her home.

Eddie:

It's been a month and her recovery is amazing. Sitting on the window sill she joins me. Feeding me a pretzel, "Okay so guess what?" I smile, "What's up sweetheart?" She giggles, "Year and a half ago we met." I smile, I recall it, honestly the prettiest girl I seen at Hawkins High. We graduated together, she went to a different school but transferred for the last couple. She pulls me out my thoughts, "It just so happens there is a meteor shower day of." I smile at her, "I love the idea, but we could watch it here, in PJs. Or on the roof, and we could kick Steve out since he has no bitches." We both laugh, "I HEARD THAT MUNSON!" We laugh, laying in bed, closing my eyes falling asleep. Next morning when I open them again and she not next to me. The bed is empty except a sweater of her's. "SILAS?" I search her entire house, she's not there. I pause, "Was..I just dreaming?" I run back upstairs. The date, it's a few days after her accident. Her room feels cold and neglected. A dust coats everything. Her shoes which were always neat and color coordinated were messy, her writing desk held a cup of tea from days ago. A few forsaken flies float in the cold sugar golden liquid. Her pencil in a specific page of her notebook. I peek in it, a home plan. She was planning our future. She thought about naming our daughter Edaline, and our son Stephen. Tears hit the page, a positive pregnancy strip was taped to the side of the page. "Oh god Silas. I miss you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Shutting the book and silently breaking down. I lost her, my love.

[lovebugism]

eddie x shy!reader , she asks him on a date by giving him tickets to a concert and he thinks its a joke til she walks away feeling rejected & he realizes she’s like dead serious & goes up to her

thanks for your request! i sorta broke my own heart with this one — the one where eddie rejects you and immediately regrets it (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 2.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Robin tells you that he’s nice. She says he won’t turn you down because he loves Mötley Crüe too much and he’s called you pretty too many times. Robin Buckley is many things — a dork, a polyglot, and your best friend, to name a few — but she’s never been a liar.

She wouldn’t lead you to the slaughter that way. She wouldn’t just let you get your heart broken. More than anything, though, she knows Eddie far better than you do — partly because she’s actually able to talk to him.

So despite your lingering worry, you swallow her words like a shot of vodka and maneuver helplessly through the bustling crowd of the Hawkins High lunchroom.

Eddie Munson sits alone at the Hellfire Club table — the smallest one in the very back corner by the large square window. 

Instead of eating a real meal (even though the hamburgers might be horse meat instead of cow), the boy eats crumbled-up pretzels from a worn ziplock bag. He pinches them into his mouth blindly because his chocolate syrup gaze is trained on the well-loved book folded in his left hand. 

J.R.R Tolkien’s, The Hobbit.

It makes you smile softly to yourself. You hope one day you’ll have the courage to tell him you’ve read that book so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hope that day comes soon.

“Eddie?” you call softly to him when you reach his table. Your sweaty fingers fidget with the concert tickets you clutch between them.

He just thinks he hears his name at first. It’s barely audible over the sounds of muddled chatter in the cafeteria. He glances up from his book, not expecting anyone to be there, and gaping when he finds you standing in front of him. 

His cinnamon eyes go wide. The boy blinks owlishly at you once, then flits his eyes behind you like he’s expecting to see someone there. When he doesn’t, he blinks at you again. 

“Hi…” you waver with a trembling smile.

Eddie grins back, still obviously confused. “…Hi?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if you heard, but— well, obviously you heard, that’s… that’s stupid,” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head with your eyes squeezed shut. You’re already stumbling all over yourself, and you haven’t even managed a full sentence yet.

“Mötley Crüe is coming to Indianapolis in a few days, and a friend of mine was selling tickets, so I bought them. For us. Potentially. You know, if you wanted to… to go… With me.”

Your offer lingers and hangs in the air between the two of you.

A smile quirks at the right side of Eddie’s pink mouth. It isn’t a kind one, though. It looks more cynical than anything else.

His head juts back. He’s almost peering at you from the corner of his eye as though you were some suspicious thing he needed to analyze. A laugh sputters from his lips. “Did Buckley put you up to this? Is that what this is?”

Your faltering smile fades entirely. Your features crumble in disappointment.

This worse he could say is no, Robin had told you. 

You hadn’t prepared yourself for this.

“…What?” you wonder, voice fragile like a wilting flower petal.

Eddie chuckles to himself. He sets the book down to give you his full attention, though you’re not sure you want it anymore. “You know, I knew she was upset about me trying to set her up with Vickie and all, but this is a… whole new low.”

“Vickie…?” you murmur through a tightening throat, brows pinched in confusion. “I don’t understand—”

“Look, sweetheart… Tell Robin that this was a real funny joke, but I’m not interested, alright?”

Your chest aches with an empty feeling. You think your heart might be breaking. “J—Joke?”

“—Actually, tell her that this was very not metal of her, and that I will get my vengeance,” Eddie says with a sardonic laugh deeply rooted in his chest. His smile looks almost like he pities you as he shakes his head, eyes twinkling with pessimism. “I’m sorry she sent you to do her dirty work, but… You should probably go now. This is, you know, the Hellfire Club table and everything, so…”

You swallow thickly, then nod.

Eddie doesn’t want you here. Eddie doesn’t want you at all.

“I’m— I’m sorry if I…” The words get caught in your throat. You clear it and blink back burning tears. “I was just… I thought that maybe—”

“Eddie!” a boyish voice calls from across the cafeteria, only halfway drowned out through all the noise. A group of guys in Hellfire shirts walk towards the table.

You take that as your cue to leave. You don’t want to burst into tears in front of your crush and all of his friends.

“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to choke out before turning on your heel and walking away.

He’d been smiling up until that point — like it was all a big joke to him — because it was. 

The girl he’s been fawning over since junior year comes out of nowhere with tickets to see one of his favorite bands? That was the kind of shit he dreamt about — the kind of plan only someone as vicious as Robin Buckley could concoct to hurt his feelings. And after spending so many years being the brunt of bullies, Eddie was tired of being embarrassed.

And at first, he thought you were just a really good actor. You did look almost genuinely confused when he’d snuffed out the plan so quickly. But those wide, glassy eyes you looked at him with — he doesn’t know if a person can fake that sort of heartbreak. That looked real.

Eddie had been close to commending himself for not letting Robin win. He thought he was a genius for not allowing Buckley to use you against him. Now he knows he’s the same dumbass he's always been.

“Hey, man…” Gareth wavers as he sits at his designated seat adjacent to Eddie’s. The boy’s forlorn and faraway gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the club. They all share looks of confusion, but the sandy-haired boy is the only one brave enough to speak up. “You okay?”

Eddie keeps his gaze trained on your figure as you maneuver through the crowd. Robin looks happy for you when you reach her, but the puppy-like excitement washes away when she notices how sad you are. 

He feels like someone’s shoved a knife between his ribcage. He wonders if this is what a broken heart feels like.

“I think I screwed up,” he answers, laughing cynically at himself. “Like, big time.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, right?” Dustin jokes before popping a fry into his mouth. He laughs, but no one else joins him. “…Right?”

Eddie glares at the boy.

He cowers. “…Kidding. I was kidding.”

—————

He stews over it all day — your offer and what he said to you and how sad you looked after he said it. 

He pictures your pinched brows and big, glassy eyes and his chest starts to burn a little. Everyone always thought he was some raging asshole just because he had crazy hair and a crazier taste in music. Now he feels like they were sort of right about him. 

Whatever chance he had with you has surely turned to dust by now. It wouldn’t surprise him after he shrugged you off like he did. But after waging a nearly four-hour war in his mind between lunch and dismissal, he knows he has to make sure. 

He has to know if he’s ruined things entirely or if there’s a glimmer of hope he can hang onto.

He comes to you at the end of the day, dripping in metaphorical blood from the mental carnage he’d endured. He stood across the hall from you for five whole minutes as he tried to come up with something to say. He walks to your locker empty-handed and just blurts, “I thought you were joking,” like a total idiot.

Through the muddled conversation in the bustling hallway, you hadn’t heard him coming. You didn’t know he was there at all until he was right next to you. Seeing someone so suddenly close to you makes you flinch — hard.

And it’s not totally Eddie’s fault. You’re jumpy and too easily frightened at times, but he can’t help but feel like he’s messing things up more than he already has.

“Oh…” you deflate with a sigh, eyes still wide and swimming with something he can’t quite place. You look like you’re almost relieved to see him. Almost. 

“Sorry— shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The boy stumbles over his words, then trails off when they don’t come out the way he wants. He shakes his head and finds it in himself to smile. It’s bitter, though, filled with self-abhorrence. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

With one hand still clutching the door of your locker, and the other gripping a stack of textbooks, you peer at him through your lashes. “I know. It’s okay. I just— I wasn’t expecting it…”

He grimaces. “Sorry…”

“’S okay,” you repeat.

“I, um, I only came in so hot ‘cause I wanted to apologize— you know, for earlier. In the lunch room,” he stammers and puts his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He tries to laugh, but it comes out more as an insincere puff of air. “Honestly, I thought you were joking.”

Your brows pinch. “Joking? Why would I—”

“I sorta locked Robin and Vickie in the old chemistry room in the east wing a few days ago,” he confesses, bouncing his shoulders. “Just because I know they both like each other and everything, and I thought maybe they’d finally admit it if they were alone together.”

“Okay…?” 

“Well, they didn’t. And Robin was pissed. So I thought she was using you to get back at me.”

“Using me?” you echo.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’ve kinda been into you since junior year and everything,” he admits with a nonchalant shrug. The corner of his rosy mouth quirks into a half-smile. “It’s, like, the one card Robin could use against me that would actually hurt, you know? If she did try to get me back.”

Your heart swells so much it hurts, almost — the same kind of hurt you'd felt in the lunch room earlier. It feels fiery, like someone’s taken a match to your ribcage and lit your heart aglow. But it’s different now. This is a good hurt, a happy hurt.

“Really?” you squint at him, your voice high and light. Your lips twitch like you want to smile, but you don’t let yourself — lest this all turns out to be some kind of elaborate dream. Or a joke.

“Since we had Mr. Kaminsky’s together, yeah,” Eddie affirms with a slow, confident nod. His chocolate eyes flit up to the water-stained ceiling. “Let’s see… We were learning about reproduction, and Tommy Hagan made some stupid joke about using you as a real-life model instead of the pictures in the textbook—”

“I remember,” you nod, trying not to shudder at the memory that still haunts you. 

“And I told him that he was making it real obvious that he’s never seen an actual vagina before and that the one in the textbook looked a lot like his mom’s,” the boy recalls with a soft laugh. “And you looked over at me, and you smiled, and I… have been a goner ever since.”

He looks down at you again, all sheepish like he isn’t gluing your broken heart back together again. His chocolate eyes twinkle in a way you’ve never seen before. They sparkle in their softness. You have to look away before it turns you into a puddle at his feet. 

You smile widely into your locker, pursing it off to the side in attempts to conceal its brightness. 

“No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before,” you confess quietly after a few moments, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m pretty sure I gushed to Robin about it for days.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums. He can feel his hopes getting too high.

“Yeah. I told her all about the pretty boy in the back of the room that finally got Tommy H. to leave me alone.”

“Oh… You think he’s pretty, huh?” the boy teases despite his pink cheeks.

You nod — made much braver by his previous admission — though you still have a little trouble looking him in the eye. You drag a notebook from your locker as you tell him, “I think he’s very pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that the boy you think is pretty is super sorry for being such an asshole to you earlier,” Eddie murmurs, his nose scrunched and head tilted. “And that he’d really love to go to that concert with you— if you haven’t found some other schmuck to go with you, that is.”

Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree as you beam at him. No one’s ever looked at him that way before now.

“I’d like that,” you nod, then shrug. “I don’t think I’d wanna go with anyone else, anyway…”

“So, it’s a date?” Eddie asks, just to make sure. His raised brows disappear behind his fluffy bangs. His chin tilts to his chest as he smiles hopefully down at you.

You nod, and repeat it more softly than the loudmouth boy. “It’s a date.”

Eddie can feel himself grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with how wide he’s beaming at you, but he's too lovesick to stop. Like squinting into the sun, smiling every time he looks at you is muscle memory by now. 

And what did a freak like him ever do to deserve a date with the freakin’ sun?

[anthurak]

Something I’ve always found rather curious about the Adventure Time fandom, specifically Bubbline shippers, is that nobody seems to talk about how the show slipped in what might be the most angsty, hardcore and emotionally raw Bubbline stories disguised as a wacky Rashomon-style recap in the episode Ketchup.

Like it’s pretty clear that Marceline is doing the whole ‘Lollipop Girl and Rockstar Girl’ puppet-show because she doesn’t want to traumatize BMO with what happened while they, Finn and Jake were gone, and also because she herself doesn’t want to revisit those memories directly.

But when we start reading between the lines and recognize that Marceline’s embellishments are really more to tone DOWN events, I think we get a very stark and raw depiction of what Marceline was doing when Patience set off Ooo’s elemental apocalypse.

Just to kick things off, how much does anyone want to bet that this joke translates to ‘Marceline and Bubblegum had a fight and Marcy was giving Bonnie some space… and because of that, Marceline wasn’t there to protect Bonnie when she was kidnapped by Patience.’?

Kinda adds another layer to Marcy’s whole ‘I was so afraid something bad would happen to you’ breakdown in Come Along With Me, doesn’t it?

Next we have ‘Rockstar Girl smacking off the potato-heads growing on her’ which pretty easily translates to; ‘while everyone else was getting overrun by the elements, Marceline was able to fight off the elemental contamination for possibly entire days while she tried to find a way to help Bubblegum’. And given what we see with Finn and Jake only able to resist the contamination for maybe a few hours at a time, and how willpower was one of the only things that could hold it off, that says a LOT about just how DESPERATE Marcy was to help Bonnie. I mean, you want a really hardcore and messed up image? Imagine if Marceline was actively cutting or RIPPING off the contaminated parts of herself to keep it from spreading and regrowing those parts with her vampiric regeneration?

Then we have ‘Rockstar Girl went after the Blue Tranch’, which I can only imagine translates to ‘Marceline going on a GOLB-DAMMNED WARPATH to hunt down Patience St. Pim’. And let’s remember that A. Patience was currently a super-charged Elemental and B. Marceline would still be fighting off elemental contamination herself, whether the Candification from Bubblegum, the Ice-ification from Patience, or even both.

I mean, when we think about it; ‘Rockstar Girl played some really loud music that the Blue Tranch didn’t like’ quite possibly translates to the most insane battle of the entire show. Like on one side we’ve got Patience St. Pim, seasoned Elemental who could already make Ice King look like an amateur, super-charged with elemental energy making her probably the most powerful Ice Elemental in thousands if not millions of years. And on the other side, we’ve got Marceline, consumed and possibly more than half-crazed with rage, fear and desperation to help Bonnie, going ALL-OUT with her numerous vampire powers, possibly some of her demonic powers, all while fighting off the encroaching elemental contamination.

And if ‘The Blue Tranch begged Rockstar Girl to stop and go away’ is anything to go by, I think we can assume that Marcy utterly WRECKED Patience’s SHIT. As in, Patience may well have ended this fight with an axe in her gut, a claw choking the life out her and Marceline threatening to devour her very SOUL if she didn’t tell her how to help Bonnie.

(Here’s another fun thought: Something that notably separates Patience from the other current elementals of Ooo is that whereas Princess Bubblegum, Flame Princess and Slime Princess are all physical manifestations OF their elements (Gum, Fire and Slime, respectively), while Patience is human. Yet when we see her during the arc, she seems to have lost her human body and assumed fully elemental form as well. Now we could of course assume that this is simply due to the elemental overcharge just like the others. Buuuuttt… what if Patience was FORCED to assume this new form because her human body could no longer SURVIVE after the utter THRASHING she received from Marceline?)

Finally, we of course have the end. Something which seems all too easy to imagine even with Marceline’s toning down of events:

Marcy rushing back to the Candy Kingdom as fast as she can. Even though she’s exhausted from her fight with Patience and the days spent fighting off the elemental contamination. To the point where now she can only barely hold it off and maintain her sanity. Perhaps she wonders if this is what it was like for Simon during their time together…

Even though she knows speeding back this fast is only draining her strength faster, but that doesn’t matter to her. Because what matters right now is the trinket, potion, or something or other clutched in her hand that Patience gave her. Something that Marcy can’t be sure will even work. But she hopes it will. That’s the only thing keeping her going, the only thing holding her together at this point.

A blind, desperate HOPE that this will save Bonnie…

When she finally returns to what was once the Candy Kingdom, Marceline finds the massive tower of gum. Perhaps like Finn and Jake later on, Marceline at first isn’t sure what she’s looking at and thinks Bonnie is at the top. So she flies right to the top in a burst of speed that drains her already dwindling strength even further.

And there Marcy finds Bonnie. Or rather, what Bonnie has BECOME. Perhaps she doesn’t even remember Marcy.

Perhaps for Marcy, this is like losing Simon all over again. Except instead of the father who raised and cared for her over ten years, it’s a woman that Marcy has loved for the better part of a millennium. A woman she was only just able to start loving again after so long. But now, just like Simon… she’s gone.

And this realization does what all the elemental power of Ooo could not.

It breaks Marceline.

Just like that, Marceline doesn’t even try to use the ‘antidote’ Patience gave her. Instead, perhaps Marcy gives Bonnie one last kiss and just… accepts the madness.

Because now, at least they can be together.