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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years

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My Badass Girlfriend, Eddie Munson

Fanfic, female! guitarist! reader

FIX IT FIC (fuck canon), Angst, fluff-ish

Word count: 4033

Tw: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 EPISODE 9!!! Mentions + description of battle, use of weapons. Mentions + description of blood and injuries. Some angst is good for the soul. Use of swear words, one (maybe two) uses of Jesus as a swear word. Eddie canonically listens to Iron Maiden, my life has been made, so use of Iron Maiden music.

Summary: Fix it fic! Takes place during S4 E9; When Eddie runs right back into the Upside Down, you cannot leave him there. So, as he runs from the demo-bats, you take it upon yourself to distract them from him.

For those wondering; the song used is The Trooper by Iron Maiden. I tried to pick a good rock number (time accurate) a lot of people would know, so it would avoid confusion. If you don’t know the song, I highly recommend listening to it! It’s a bop, Iron Maiden is amazing. That was all. Goodnight.

The wait was the very worst.

Having, much to the dismay of Eddie, come with everyone to the Upside Down, you were now waiting in Eddie’s trailer. Holding your arms out in case Dustin would tumble out again, or in case your boyfriend would jump in first.

After his very successful distraction of the demo-bats, as you and Dustin had named them, you had run back into the Munson trailer. Adrenaline had been pumping through your veins as you pushed yourself into the middle of the room. The younger boy had been standing in front of you as Eddie’s back was placed against yours, all three spears aimed at the sky. You remembered the sheer panic surrounding the room, or the high screams that tore from all your throats when the creatures flew into the stronghold.

So you climbed back into Eddie’s trailer; the trailer you knew. The boy had been very persistent in letting you climb in first, even after expressing your concerns towards Dustin. But there you stood, your weapons left in the Upside Down, and your arms stretched out.

“Come on!” You yelled at the pair, staring up to the ceiling.

The curlyhead nodded firmly, discarding his weapons on the floor, before following suit. His hands grasped the sheets dangling from the ceiling, and you took it as your sign to step forward.

“I got it!” He called, shooing you away from your spot.

You merely shrugged at him, taking two steps back, abandoning the mattress on the floor.

Just as you retreated, Dustin’s form fell down, a pained grunt escaping his lips. You moved forward quickly, helping the boy up while you dusted off his shoulders. Scrambling to his feet, you pushed him behind you.

“Eds, hurry up!” You shouted, motioning your hand towards him.

His eyes were blown wide as he looked back in shock. Again, you called his name, drawing his attention back to you.

“Let’s go!”

Nodding swiftly, he ran up to the sheets, throwing his spear down. His hands reached towards the rope, tugging on it once. For a final time, he looked back, swallowing thickly.

“We are no heroes,” You reminded, your heart beating in your throat. “We stay safe. Come.”

Hesitation visibly showed on his face, yet he slowly climbed up, his eyes now set on you. An encouraging smile washed over you, relief flooding your senses while you sighed heavily. The demo-bats were heard audibly from the other side of the gate, making new anxiety rush through your veins.

“Faster!” You encouraged, but Eddie only looked back, looking at you once, before looking back again.

“Eds,” You warned, your voice wavering. “No.”

Trying to duplicate your earlier smile, he looked up at you. His eyebrows furrowed together, as his lips parted slightly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He whispered.

His hands let go of his rope, his feet hitting the floor again. He reached down for his spear slowly, his other hand fumbling for the shield discarded by Dustin.

“No.” You mumbled, running up to the gate. “No, no, no, no.”

“Shit, Eddie, no!” Dustin yelled after him, stepping up behind you.

“Stay back!” Eddie warned, but you scoffed, climbing back onto the sheets.

“Like hell I am.”

Yet, just as you reached the opening, the sheets dropped, taking you with them. Your back collided with his mattress heavily, a pained sigh pushing past your lips. Looking up in despair, you threw the blankets off of you.

“Eddie Munson, you get in here now, or I swear to fucking god-” You threatened, but he cut you off halfway.

“I know,” Taking one last look at you, he frowned, blowing you a kiss from above. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

“Eddie!” You screamed, Dustin following suit. “Shit, Eddie, come on!”

“Come get me, assholes!” Eddie shouted, shooting one last wink towards you, before disappearing from your sight, running, to what you could only assume, outside. Pushing yourself up quickly, you tried to reach for the ceiling.

“Shit, shit shit!” The younger boy cursed fiercely, his eyes not leaving the portal.

“Fucking hell!” You yelled, your fingers not even scratching the surface. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you looked around in despair.

“Eddie, you absolute idiot. You asshole,” You damned, pacing across the room as if to look for something. “Imbecile!”

Stomping back to the mattress, you looked at Dustin sternly, whose face was contorted in equal distress. Swallowing harshly, you let a helpless sob escape.

“Boost me.” You commanded, gesturing towards his hands.

Dustin looked up at you in shock, blinking rapidly. “What?” Yet, when he figured you were dead serious, he shook his head furiously, taking a step back. “No, not you too.”

Ignoring his protests, you stepped towards him again, putting on a stern face as you leaned down slightly. “Boost me.”

“I am not boosting you!” He refused, panic evident in his eyes as he took yet another step back.

“Boost me, Henderson, or I will crawl through your window every single night and put armies of ants in your room until you cannot keep them out anymore.” You threatened, grabbing his collar and forcing him closer to your face.

“I swear, I can make your life miserable. Ants get everywhere, Henderson.” You spoke lowly, your voice a mere whisper as you now breathed in his face. “Everywhere. I know where you live.”

The boy only froze at your words, seemingly stuck between his choices. His eyes ran everywhere but to yours, as if to find some sort of distraction. Tears burned in your eyes as you counted down the seconds, the thought of not knowing where Eddie was gnawing at the back of your brain.

“Dustin, please.” You begged, your voice breaking as a tear fell from your cheek.

Inhaling deeply, he finally nodded, holding his hands together in a bowl, parting his legs. Silently, you nodded at him in gratitude, letting go of his collar, and grabbing his shoulders instead.

Leaning back on one leg, you bounced lightly, before placing the other in Dustin’s hands. You forced your jaws together as you pushed your weight up, your hands reaching towards the portal. A disgustingly wet sound filled the room, as your hands felt a cold new temperature; The Upside Down.

Your arms set over the barrier, pushing yourself up - or rather down. Grunting in effort, you managed to topple over, your body slowly becoming weightless as you crashed towards the floor. The air got knocked out of your lungs as your back roughly collided with the floor, the mattress now missing.

Slowly sitting up, you saw Dustin grabbing a chair, before taking three steps back.

“Dustin, no…” You mumbled, but you saw his form appearing again, now sprinting towards the furniture. “Fuck, no!”

But he had already come tumbling down, landing on top of you. Both of you wheezed upon the impact, shutting your eyes at the feeling.

“Jesus fuck!” You shouted, pushing him off of you. “Break my ribs while you’re at it, won’t you?”

“Stop complaining.” Dustin groaned, standing up as he brushed his trousers.

You followed suit, grunting in pain as you tried to push the pain away from your chest. As you stood, you tried to reach up to the spots, hissing as hot pain soared through your body as your fingers brushed your skin

“I’m gonna have bruises there and I’ll have to explain that to Eddie.” You huffed, glaring at Dustin, who had reached down to grab the makeshift weapons again.

“He won’t kill me.” He assured, handing you your spear.

“No,” You agreed, walking out of the trailer. “He’ll do worse.”

As you stood outside once more, you halted. A swarm of demo-bats had gathered around a bike, carrying a form that was all too familiar to you.

“Shit…Eddie!” You shouted, but your voice fell on deaf ears, Eddie already too far gone.

Dustin was yelling beside you, taking off behind the bike. Your heart leaped into your throat as you silently calculated your options. Dread settled in as you watched the young boy run away, but you were nailed to the ground, unable to do anything. You knew that with Eddie’s pace, neither of you could catch up with him.

“Dustin…” You whispered, blinking quickly. “Dustin!”

The said boy looked behind him quickly, shooting a glance towards you. But all of the sudden, your eyes were not on him anymore; They were on the bike that had fallen down.

“Eddie!” You screamed, your voice cracking upon the sight of him being tackled to the floor.

Dustin’s eyes widened as he ignored your earlier calls, now running towards the group of bats. You shook your head wildly, your breath coming out ragged as you forced yourself to look at Eddie’s figure on the floor. A million thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to bring yourself to move. Anywhere, would be fine. Or to say something, or do something, but it was as if you were frozen to the ground.

It wasn’t until Eddie stood back up that you snapped back to reality. Jumping in place, you scanned around, trying to find a second bike. But it was just you. Dustin was too far gone to call back, but he would never make it to Eddie. Not at the speed he was running with.

And then, an idea suddenly sprang to mind.

Spinning around, you ran back to the trailer, moving towards the back. Breathing loudly, you grasped the railing of the ladder, pushing yourself on top of the trailer. Sprinting towards the boxes you had installed earlier, you picked up the cord, holding it in your hand tightly.

“Where is it?” You mumbled as you looked around on the roof, passing more soundboxes, all of which you turned on simultaneously.

Halting your steps, you saw Eddie’s guitar discarded in the corner of two boxes. Sighing in relief, you leaned down to pick it up.

“There she is.” You breathed, throwing the sling around your shoulder, testing the weight of the instrument.

Staring at the bats in front of you, you stepped forward, shredding the strings once, successfully halting a small amount of the creatures attacking Eddie. Anxiety flushed through your veins as you noticed their bodies turning towards you. Exhaling sharply, you turned to the guitar, shredding it a second time.

“Come get some, fuckers.” You whispered, before playing your first notes. The noise of screeching bats now got replaced with the beginning cords of The Trooper, your face set on your hands, hoping to not get distracted by the creatures.

In your mind, you tried to remember the lyrics, timing your strums with the drums in your head. While the bats hadn’t moved from their place, you had certainly drawn their attention. Though you were terrified under their looming eyes, adrenaline ran through you, newfound confidence flushing to your head.

In a moment of overwhelming brashness, you looked up, glaring at the bats. Strumming your guitar angrily, you furrowed your eyebrows at them.

“Hey, assholes!” You yelled at them, somewhere hoping Vecna could hear you as well. “You’ll take my life, but I’ll take yours too!”

Your fingers ran along the strings, before halting them again, now singing the lyrics in your head.

“You’ll fire your musket, but I’ll run you through.”

Dustin had now stopped walking, turning around with a big smile, though his eyes were still set in panic. A loud cheer escaped his throat as he pumped his fist into the air. And even though you knew he couldn’t see it, you nodded your head at him.

“So when you're waiting for the next attack. You'd better stand, there's no turning back.”

Finally, the creatures began to move. Slowly at first, but the more neared, the quicker they seemed to fly. Swallowing thickly, you looked back at the guitar, trying to distract yourself from the oncoming danger.

“The bugle sounds, the charge begins. But on this battlefield, no one wins. The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath. As I plunge on into certain death.”

Silently, you hummed along to the lyrics playing your head, doing your best to not get distracted. You knew that the second you’d fail, they would fly right back to Eddie.

But Eddie had noticed you as well, and he could not help the new found fear flushing through his body. He had been scared before, mere seconds ago, but this was something entirely different. He was okay with sacrificing himself to help others, but never, not in a thousand years, was he ready to let you do the same.

“No, no, shit, baby, no.” He muttered, running after the creatures, leaving the bike for what it was.

“The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run. The mighty roar of the Russian guns. And as we race towards the human wall. The screams of pain as my comrades fall.”

The thunder roared loudly as Eddie sped through the roads he had biked through only moments ago. Through the falling of the snow-like particles, he could see another figure. One that made him groan loudly out of worry and frustration.

“Henderson!” He yelled, the boy running towards him at equal speed.

“Eddie!” He exclaimed, heavy breaths escaping his lips as sweat ran down his back.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, his voice high. Having neared the boy, he stopped momentarily, giving him a short hug.

“Your girlfriend didn’t want to leave you here. And I didn’t want to leave you here.” He confessed, beaming with joy when he realized his friend was okay. “You said we weren’t supposed to be heroes.”

“Yes, well….” Eddie trailed off, looking at you, who was still standing on top of his trailer, strumming along to Iron Maiden. “She does look badass doing it.”

“We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground. And the Russians fire another round.”

“Come on.” Dustin ushered, tugging on Eddie’s sleeve, forcing him forward.

And so, the two got running again, heavy footsteps on the floor while they passed the hive mind, shooting occasional glances at each other. The bats were a lot quicker than the pair, yet they hadn’t reached you. Not yet. But with every passing second, they seemed to pick up their pace.

But you stood there, grounded to the roof of the trailer, your eyes fierce, nearly challenging the creatures. It was a sight Eddie was not to forget any time soon.

“We get so near, yet so far away. We won't live to fight another day.”

You could see the two running towards you, but you could not bear to stop now; To let the bats know that there were still others. But you also knew you were running out of time.

“Time to show off.” You whispered, shredding the guitar once, before playing the solo, keeping your eyes locked on the monsters.

As your fingers ran along the strings, you took a step back, giving yourself space to move. Another step was taken back, now leaving you incapable of looking over the edge of the trailer.

“Hey!” You heard Eddie shout from below, trying to draw the attention of the bats. “Over here, assholes!”

Furrowing your eyebrows at his calls, you used your foot to adjust the volume on the box beside you, now maximizing the sound completely.

“Eyes on me.” You whispered, panting heavily.

The bats flew down quickly, searing straight towards you. Your fingers ran faster than your mind, now wrapping themselves around the hilt of the guitar, rather than the body. Swinging the piece off of your shoulder, you let it collide with two bats, sending them to their death swiftly.

The swarm flew right above you, one of them imprinting its claws in your arm. With a shout of pain, you tore it off, throwing it on the floor before stomping down on it.

“Baby!” Eddie screamed from below, Dustin yelling your name beside him. But once more, you ignored their calls, continuing to use Eddie’s guitar as a weapon, its strings sounding throughout the entire terrain with every hit you dealt.

A sharp pain suddenly hit your thigh, making you buckle in pain as your leg gave up. On one knee, you slammed the guitar down on the creature, the blood splashing onto your face. Wiping one hand up to your face, you forced the droplets off, leaving only red marks.

Before you could get yourself to stand back up, a tail wrapped around your wrist, making you drop the guitar. A high-pitched tone ran through the air, the demo-bats screeching angrily upon to noise.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” You voiced, trying to reach for the guitar again, but the grip on your wrist was too strong, and your other arm had grown too weak to reach it.

Groaning in effort, you tried to sit back up, but another bat landed on you, forcing you down. Screaming in aggravation, you lunged at the creature on your chest, but your actions were in vain.

Another sharp bite hit your arm, its blood seeping into the already existing wound. A painful yell climbed out of your throat, tears streaming down your eyes.

And then, a spear embedded itself into the bat that had held your wrist captive. The force immediately left, and you found yourself retreating your hand quickly, ripping the creature on your chest off, before it could cause any damage.

From beside you, another spear shot through the two bats at your legs, the creatures dying upon impact. You sighed in relief, furiously wiping the tears from your eyes. The blood oozing from both wounds on your arm left you hissing as you moved it, and Eddie noticed it immediately.

“Shit,” He cursed, kneeling down as Dustin did his best to keep the bats away with his shield. “Shit, sweetheart, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

You nodded at his words, looking down at your arm, and then looking at your thigh, which had left a reasonable puddle as well.

“Shit, okay, you’ll be okay.” Eddie assured, handing you the spear, before taking off his bandana.

He flattened the fabric first, then folded it once. He slowly reached it towards your arm, as if to silently tell you his actions. You merely nodded for the second time, keeping an eye on the bats behind him.

His hands worked quickly, tying the bandana around your arm tightly. Much to your luck, the wounds were close to each other, so the fabric left both of them covered.

“Thank you.” You whispered, grabbing his shoulder with your free hand, the other one holding the spear. Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist as he helped you stand up, allowing you to use him as support.

As the both of you stood, Dustin handed Eddie back his shield, who proceeded to hold it out in front of him.

“There’s too many of them!” The younger boy shouted over the noise of the creatures.

“We’ll be fine!” You tried to assure, though the amount of weight you were putting against Eddie told you otherwise.

Another wave came crashing down, and the bats attacked in one swift motion. Much to the help of the shields the boys had crafter earlier, none of the bats managed to get any more serious damage in, save for some small scratches on your shoulders and face.

Again, the swarm flew high, alerting you of their next attack. But now, they suddenly dropped, as if someone had found their off switch. One bat crashed into the guitar, causing both to drop off the trailer, the cord disconnecting from the instrument, the high-pitched tone finally quieting down.

Pure silence filled the fields. No sound was heard, except for the heavy panting of Dustin, Eddie, and you. Even the thunder seemed to halt for a moment. You looked around in shock, not knowing whether they were playing dead or if they actually died. You and Eddie shared a look, both of confusion and relief.

“That was it?” He dared to utter.

“I think so.” Dustin answered, poking one bat to be sure it wasn’t moving.

Meanwhile, Eddie turned to you, his face set between a mixture of worry and awe. He dropped his shield, his hands now grasping your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice higher than usual, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of further injuries.

“Harrington lived with holes in his sides,” You tried to joke. “I can live with holes in my biceps.”

“And your leg?” Eddie ignored, looking down at the mentioned injury.

“There’s enough meat on there to protect me.” You chuckled in exhaustion, leaning your head onto Eddie’s shoulder. The boy, however, was not having it.

Moving your body back, he looked into your eyes with sheer panic.

“Baby?” He whispered.

“Ssshh, it’s okay,” You muttered. “I’m only tired. I’m not dying.”

“Good.” He only answered, though his eyes were kept on your form sternly. “Though that was incredibly stupid, and reckless, and downright the most terrifying thing you have ever done to me,” He scolded, pointing at your chest in accusation. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Now grabbing both your cheeks, he pulled your face towards his, shoving his lips onto yours clumsily, but endearing. You dropped the spear that was still in your hand, your hands finding his biceps, squeezing them tightly as you kissed back with equal fervor.

“You guys are disgusting.” Dustin complained, rolling his eyes as he threw his shield off of the trailer.

You and Eddie parted, your face set in a huge smile as you stuck your tongue out at the young boy.

“Seriously,” He lectured. “You have blood everywhere,” As he spoke, he gestured to his face, circling it as if to make a statement. “It’s disgusting.”

“It’s badass.” Eddie interjected, nodding his head at you, before wrapping his arms around you tightly, pushing you into his chest. “My badass girlfriend.”

A kiss was placed on the top of your head, and you chuckled at the feeling.

“Dude, there’s blood everywhere!” Dustin objected loudly. “You’re gonna get sick.”

“Shut it, Henderson.” You mumbled from Eddie’s chest, peeking your head out from over his shoulder. “As if you wouldn’t do it for Suzie.”

“Ew, no. Gross.” He denied, shaking his head wildly as he walked back towards the ladder.

You just puckered your lips together, imitating the sound of kisses behind him, making Dustin fake a gag.

“I’m never joining you two again.” He protested, climbing down.

You parted from Eddie, giving him a kiss on his cheek, before stumbling towards the ladder as well.

“You love us, Dustie-Bun.” You called after him, doing your best to use one leg to come back down.

As you felt the floor again, you leaned against the trailer, waiting for Eddie to climb down as well. In front of you, Dustin just frowned at you upon the nickname.

“Yeah, Dustie-Bun.” Eddie agreed from the ladder.

“At least we didn’t sing to save the world.” You pointed out, wrapping one arm around Eddie’s shoulders as he came to stand next to you, offering you his support again.

“You still played the guitar,” Dustin countered. “What exactly is the difference?”

“The difference is, my little friend,” The metalhead began, as he lead the two of you inside his trailer. “Is that we looked absolutely metal doing it.”

“You weren’t even there.” The boy argued, throwing his hands up in frustration. “How would you know what it looked like?”

Eddie smirked over his shoulder, pointing towards you, who shot Dustin a wink.

“You two talk about me?” He gasped, almost offended.

“Almost all the time, darling,” You nodded. “You’re our favorite child.”

Eddie laughed at your words, leaning his head against yours. For a moment, everything was perfect again. The worries of Vecna escaped for only a short while, and neither of you had any idea what was happening in Hawkins. Adrenaline slowly began to wear off, but the three of you were still alive. And happy, if only for now.

If only Hawkins had been normal when you jumped back through that portal.

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #Joe quinn #Joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #netflix

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skayafair · 2 months

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John, Lies and Trust, and the Dark World

Okay, okaaaayyyyy I'm so normal about all this you have no idea *exhaaaale*

This is basically John's character study after all the s4 finale's revelations. The post ended up being too long, and I know how we're all here either ND or just hate long walls of text, so I broke it down into a series of about 4-5 posts I'll put here gradually. The last (?) part, the parallels between s3 and 4, is still in progress, but others are completed.

There's goint to be a general introduction, then the Dark World, the deal, John's personality after the Dark World, and S3 &4 parallels. Enjoy! I'll be glad to discuss.

Introduction

So, I've relistened to s3 and the finale once again. I'm not feeling well, fellas. The more I think about this whole deal, the worse it gets.

What initially tripped me off was how lifeless Arthur sounded after he learned about John's deal with Kayne and how easily he agreed to Kayne's offer, like he suddenly lost all the fight he used to have in him - because John betrayed him with his lies, in Arthur's pov (probably). Now, I've listened to the finale about 3 or 4 times and still can't determine if The Great Divorce is waiting for us or not. There wasn't that much time for any interactions or processing, so while Arthur sounded shocked initially, it's also Kayne they're dealing with, and, moreover, ecstatic Kayne, which is worse, and he's just blew up one person's head and yeeted another gods know where. AND he hears John, so not much room for talking things out. Maybe Arthur was just being smart and cautious. That's what I'm hoping for, anyway, because the boys were getting MUCH better at communication and established a remarkable level of trust between them. And Arthur had all the hints at what was going on in general, so. Is he an investigator or what.

So that's not what I want to talk about but needed to get this out of my system, and it leads to the actual topic.

Trust.

Trust between these two has been something like a cornerstone since the very beginning, has been tested and broken and mended a number of times, but it becomes one of the most important and prominent topics as early as in season 2. We all remember the pits, thank you very much, right.

This was an important lesson for John to learn. He... that's a bit of a projection but it seems to me like he's finding out the limits of what's what (the good and the bad, acceptable and not, hurtful and healing, etc.) a bit like I do - by hitting the extremes and gradually coming to the happy middle, like a pendulum. Once the extreme is found, he'd try his best not to go there again unless it's really necessary in his opinion. Before the pits he learned that saying and doing some things was a no-go, and lying to Arthur was one of them.

Frankly, it's almost funny how bad he was at it almost since the beginning. He's supposed to be a great manipulator, and seemed to be pretty sucessful at it at first, but lost his cool too quickly, being too annoyed by Arthur and just grumbling the orders. Even so, when he started getting attached even in the slightest, lying immediately became more difficult for him. So this is one thing we learn rather early: John actually hates lying. He's really, really BAD at it when it comes to Arthur whom he cares about, even when he's not very sure about it yet. He lies so reluctantly that it's pretty easy to spot when something's off and you don't even have to be an investigator for that.

Could it be partly because the original King in Yellow is supposed to whisper the truths any sane person cannot bear, and not just manipulate them?

Right before the pits, when they agreed to trust each other and John rolled back to lying, it wasn't just for funsies or a vicious manipulation. And he didn't like what he was doing. But, in his opinion, it was necessary, it was useful and helped him - and them - in a precarious situation. He lied about the depiction of the KiY on the wall and some other things which seemed objectively dangerous and could trip Arthur off if mentioned, but didn't take anything away if stayed hidden. And the wall carving thing was simply about John's fear. I'm not sure what exactly he was scared of, but to me it seemed as if it was of losing Arthur's trust just when they established it. They arrived to the KiY's place, what if Arthur suspects John was plotting something (when he wasn't, but how does he prove it?!), so better not to mention this. It's just a carving, who cares, they'll be fine. It probably sounds irrational, but that's how I saw the situation. And it was irrational, because John panicked.

I can't remember which ficwriter said that John reverts to lying when he's scared (pls tell me I'll leave the credits here), but I think it's a very good observation that's never come across my mind before I read it.

So he was panicking and making things up as he went, and it backfired exactly with what he was trying to avoid.

Therefore:

John hates lying and isn't good at it

reverts to it when deeply scared

learned it was a very important point to never lie to Arthur, otherwise the trust will be lost (and John values this trust a lot)

It goes without saying that the no lying rule goes both ways as both boys hate being lied to.

And right after this newfound knowledge and determination to be better John promises to never forget Arthur (mutually), then promptly loses Arthur (not being sure if he's even alive) and gets pulled back to the King.

I was impressed to learn he stayed true to his word and fought the King tooth and nail every moment he could. Even Kayne confirmed that, so it's not just John's bravado.

He won. Actually this is a huge revelation in on itself, because it shows how just strong and big part of the King John is: he's beaten the King in a battle of wills in his own realm. Think about it, just think. No wonder he defeated Yellow, too.

I bet he thought he had nothing left to lose and was desperate not to lose himself. John actually wants to live really bad, I think, and not as a part of someone else, but as his own person. but definitely together with Arthur by the way he sounded in s3 and 4

And then he ended up in the Dark World, alone, just like he used to fear.

TBC

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #john malevolent #john doe malevolent

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whateverisbeautiful · 1 year

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🀄️reflecting on richonne

One thing about Rick and Michonne - they did not split up if they didn’t have to. I love noticing how often they paired up and stuck together, especially pre-canon. And I also found it interesting the averse reaction they had whenever they did have to part. This “Richonne = magnets” stuff is just scientific fact. 😋

(Side Note: before I even get into this post, I had to first quickly lose my mind over the latest glimpse into the spinoff. No spoilers for those avoiding any set pics…all I’ll say is ahhhhhh my heart is full and bursting at the same dang time and if you could have seen the scream I scrumpt when pics popped up on my tl last night. If just photos nearly knocked me out then I truly will be a mess in the best way when the show airs. We’re about to eat and I absolutely cannot wait 🤩🙌🏽

Now back to the regularly scheduled program, which is actually quite fitting since it’s all about how the king and queen are always together. Thanks in advance for reading, y’all 💛)

Once R&M decided they were done having any opposition after s3, they so clearly couldn’t hide how much they genuinely liked each other and enjoyed being around each other. And in the s4 premiere, Rick also could not hide that he was feeling a type of way when she kept going out to look for the Governor. An early indicator that Richonne ain’t meant to be split up.

Then when everyone in the prison is scattered after Too Far Gone, of course Michonne is the one to reunite with her Grimes boys because even the universe knows they aren’t meant to be split up.

In Season 5, Rick and Michonne are so often together. Like during the church dinner, the run with fellow couple Bob and Sasha, and when visiting Noah’s neighborhood. And they have to have a whole chat on who stays with the kids and who goes when Carol and Beth need rescuing from that hospital. Why? Cuz naturally they wouldn’t split up.

And especially in The Distance we see how true that is. Rick is on full edge while Michonne is away looking for those cars. Then, after he’s willing to let her take the lead and make a huge decision for the group to go to ASZ, Rick of course wants Michonne to be the one that rides with him, Glenn, and Aaron. When their ride with Aaron goes awry and Michonne wants to go into the woods, Rick is against it…but then what’s the next scene? The two of them going into the woods. And later in the ep it’s just Rick and Michonne in that car with their kids while everyone else is in the RV. Why? Richonne doesn’t split up.

In the s6 premiere, everybody is in different groups to take on the walker horde and whose paired together with Morgan? Of course Rick and Michonne are teaming up. They don’t split up.

Michonne exhibits a rare moment of pure panic when Rick walks out of the infirmary to take on all those walkers in No Way Out. She’s so torn with an injured Carl inside and dazed Rick outside. She knows Rick needs her help. And deep down she knows if they’re going to take on anything it should be together.

When they go kill those Saviors in their sleep in 6x12, everybody pairs up and, despite being two people who could totally lead their own group, Rick and Michonne are paired up together with Daryl. (In my mind, I’ve always chalked that up to the fact that if they’re going to do something that dangerous R&M are going to need to visibly know each other are okay at all times lol. And magnets don’t split up.)

It’s Rick’s turn to exhibit panic later in Season 6 when Michonne isn’t back yet after going out to find Daryl. In the scene where Abe offers him some comfort and later when he finds her locs on a walker, Rick seems so genuinely shaken. And a big reason why is cuz Richonne isn’t meant to be split up.

In Season 7 they become even more consciously aware that Richonne is not meant to be split up when Michonne basically says as much in the 7x08 cell scene.

After both feeling off due to their distance in 7A, in the msf Michonne beautifully expresses how she doesn’t want it to be her way but “ours” and that the two of them can only win if they’re in it together. And then it’s the “me and you” way for them from there on out. When they go to Hilltop, The Kingdom, mow down walkers in cars (of which Rick says a passionate no when Michonne mentions splitting up lol), and meeting the Garbage group (where the arm grab that altered my brain chemistry just further illustrates they don’t like to be split up). They are side by side through it all. You already know why.

Then, in one of TWD’s most gloriously blissful eps I got to thinking…how’d it work that only R&M went on that run for guns in 7x12? Like they needed a lot of guns and the streets were dangerous. They could’ve brought along a few more people, and yet Rick and Michonne told TF, “all y’all can stay home for this one, cuz we’re not trying to just look for guns while we’re out here.” #DirectQuote. Like I know they wanted this to be a two-person only run. Not just cuz they could handle it but cuz they wanted this honeymoon alone time together too. Here for it to infinity and beyond. And just further proof they don’t split up.

Later when TF prepares to approach Oceanside, the gang is again all in groups and have these big tasks to set up and our lovely leader Rick said my main task is making sure my wife gets up that tree safe. Period. They don’t split up.

Michonne has straight up sirens going off in her head while Rick is off at war in Season 8. Cuz they know they aren’t meant to be apart, especially when fighting the fight.

In Season 9 (one of their most joyous eras cuz they’re finally able to be more settled and together🤗) they want as much time as they can get with each other. Even when work has Rick leading at the bridge and Michonne leading at ASZ, Rick is eager for them both to take a day off and have a family fun day cuz nothing is more important. And cuz they don’t like to be split up for long.

These aren’t even all the moments I could pinpoint lol. But I think the case is proven.

So of course these two are going to find each other even after all this time. We’re getting a whole reunion spinoff because Rick and Michonne’s connection is in every way magnetic.

Years, distance, walkers, wars - ultimately nothing stands in the way of Richonne being together. Why? My babies don’t split up.🧲😌

#richonne #random revelings

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scintillatingshortgirl19 · 1 year

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Barry s4 trailer thoughts

Barry darling. why are you yelling at that security camera

He's expanded from hitting his forehead to slapping his face now ☹️ Not good.

No thoughts Sally just looks really pretty here

Barry is not happy about that phone call. I imagine this is probably the same one as "if I ever get out of here I'm coming for you"?

NOHO HANK FASHION ICON

I have no idea if that shot of Sally and the shot of this woman actually directly follow each other like they do in the trailer, but regardless - I think they should kiss.

Who is Barry talking to? 👀

boy oh boy this looks angsty. i cannot wait.

Fuches my dude wtf are you planning now (also is "I showed him how I felt and he betrayed me" him spinning one (or several) of his and Barry's past "breakups," or is he referring to something that happens in season 4?)

I assume the shot of the guards beating somebody is Barry and that's how he got his bruises, or maybe they're beating someone else?

I'm really curious to find out if Barry has those same face injuries for multiple episodes, or if all those scenes from the trailer take place in the same episode.

Why does Barry look so cute in these two shots?? somebody please give my murderous babygirl a hug

Just. Can these two please just be allowed to run off into the sunset? Please??

(I am getting the general impression that everything is not, in fact, gonna be great)

#barry hbo #barry berkman #sally reed #noho hank #barry spoilers #cristobal sifuentes #monroe fuches #barry season 4 #i am excited and afraid

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ravenadottir · 11 months

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naming characters from s5

now listen, i never played the season and don't know their names, so i thought it would be fun if my partner saved the pictures and i would name them in the dark! feel free to add because honestly there's definitely culture shock when it comes to names since i'm not american or european, so a name that sounds good to me might not sound good for y'all lol

like gary, i didn't think it was a bad name and then found out people think it's an old guy name ??? anyway, here are my guesses/names for season 5 characters:

so bland looking, jesus christ! why is he sleepy here? is this his standard self? anyway! he looks like a jordan to me, because honestly jordan is a bland ass name and it fits right in!

she's anaís (anah-ees), look at those eyes! magical! she's gorgeous and deserves a name on the same level. also, is she an li? 'cause i would be so down for her!

she's giving "i'm pretty and i know it, i'm also composed and my name starts with a D", so i'm naming her deena. she's really hot, love the blonde hair for her!

oh... can we talk to the designers and ask what the thought process was with this one? why does he look like a dad in gossip girl?? anyway, generic guy asks for generic name, and i thought of eddie or tommy, but i know there's a tom in s4 (?) so... eddie is a good one. although, his face alone is giving nordic, so i'm naming him viggo.

alright, much better, this is definitely more my style! i would name him flynn, because one, white, two, red hair, and three, flynn rider, and he also looks like a smug little shit (affectionate).

the personification of my dream girl... but not quite because she's pixels, but still! oh my god, if she's not an li you should ask for a refund! i feel like she fits with a small but impactful name, like quinn, so that's what i would name her.

wait, so minors can apply for the show now? it's giving kindergarten, i'm sorry! cody and noel made so much fun of bobby but look at this small little child! he's definitely an evan, because he looks 14 and the adolescent vibes are there.

HAVE YOU SEEN A KATRINA MORE KATRINA THAN THIS KATRINA???? THIS - IS - A - KATRINA!

retro hair, probably vintage clothes, a bland of crochet and hemp... i actually have two names for her, because it's either mona or a name with a repeated syllable, like lala. the quirky vintage crochet girls are always a lala, or lulu, so i'm naming her lala.

this girl is giving isabella, or isadora, something that starts with -isa, but i believe isabella would fit in with her face. she's absolutely stunning, holy shit!

the designers did the boys dirty this season huh. i feel absolutely nothing for him, and it's kind of hard to find a name for someone that i feel so indifferent about, so like... gabriel, 'cause i feel nothing about the name either!

THIS CANNOT BE A REAL CHARACTER ON A REAL SEASON, I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS ONE! they took the time and money to draw this??? he's the human version of a ransom note written with magazine cutouts! like, every part of his face belongs to a different design, i can't!! i'm naming him hugo because who the fuck is named hugo? the human ransom note!

i know this one! his name is suresh, i've seen him on my dash a few times last year, and he was very popular (?), so... i actually like this name for him, but i think i have one that suits him better: devaj (born from the gods);

((now the reason why i have some favorite names from different ethnicites and cultures is because i did a lot of research for an upcoming project, so there's indian, korean, chinese, japonese, spanish, among others. so when you see my favorites in the other posts, that's why))

#litg #litg s5 #i can only tag suresh lol #litg suresh #love island the game #queue

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actuallysara · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on the finale?

Listen. I've been nothing but supportive of S4, even when people were constantly trashing it and complaining; I've always been positive, never said a bad word and always tried finding a silver lining in everything cause I truly believed it, enjoyed it and thought it was good tv but unfortunately the finale was a different story for me.

I don't wanna be negative about it and I absolutely hate feeling like this but if I have to be completely honest it left me pretty heartbroken and with a bitter taste in my mouth. It was a good finale and I don't even have to say how phenomenal rafael was but the episodes were too packed, there was too much stuff going on and the storylines felt rushed, wedding included. For a wedding we've been waiting for for one year, on which the whole season was sold on and promoted, considering everything we and they've been through I honestly expected more, better and mostly different. And very possibly wrongly so! It's definitely on me for having too high expectations but after all the promo and talk and teasing about it of course I'd do that, cause who wouldn't. If you're selling me the event of the year, of course I'm gonna expect that. Unfortunately I cannot help feeling a bit disappointed and not fully satisfied with it (again: on me) but still absolutely on cloud nine that our boys are finally married and that they got their (almost) happy ending. And again, trust me when I say I hate feeling like this. I don't want it to pass as complaining or being negative about it cause it's not at all. It's just expressing how I feel about it and I'm still as invested in it as before and nothing is gonna change that for me.

#sara answers #fandom ask #anon

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robynrocksforbrains · 8 months

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whats your favorite thing about mike wheeler ???

Oh boy that's a tough one because I love so much about him.

But if I HAD to pick one thing then I'd say his goodness. It's overlooked a lot because of his s3 and early s4 behavior. But he really is a good person and it makes me sad that so many people think otherwise.

I cannot wait for when s5 comes out and the things he's been struggling with are finally brought to light and maybe just maybe people will finally have compassion for this kid that has just been drowning for years. But I will be gatekeeping him from those people. They don't deserve him!!

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler my beloved #byler

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raayllum · 1 year

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Thinking about Claudia going up the mountain and dragging her dad along.

On the one hand, 4x09 reveals why she thought she could take the Spire itself, confident in her “umbra chora” sleep spell and that it would work as a back up; she would have the element of surprise. The only reason she didn’t wheel it out was because she probably thought no one was left behind at the Spire, period, and no one was besides Ibis. Whether her sleep spell works on Sky dragons remains to be seen (given that Zym was seemingly impervious to it in 4x09) but I can see her reasoning / plan in action. Additionally, maybe waited to have her dad back because she thought Viren may be useful as a mage.

The fact she sees the dragons leaving as a Sign though shows something much more worrisome, so more on that later.

Then you have the fact to contend with that climbing the Spire undoubtedly took more time because Viren was slow and understandably deeply traumatized by his experience. However, Claudia not clocking and/or thinking about the emotional ramifications of what he’s been through is precisely on brand for her, because it’s exactly what she does with Soren in S2-S3 and with Callum in S2.

Claudia is solution oriented, just like her father. While she loves magic, she’s not pulled by the same curiosity as he is, and focuses more on preparedness and perfectionism than being motivated by importance or downright obsession. She thinks if she can fix the problem, physically, with dark magic, it’s fixed. Soren doesn’t need to process anything their dad did, ultimately, because she cured his paralysis. Viren doesn’t need to have hangups over his death, because she brought him back, didn’t she? And then she’s blind sided and dismissive when they show that no, these things did emotionally stick with them, and are changing them, while she buries all her own feelings about each of these events deep into a hole and pretends like they aren’t there for her, too

And all this compounds itself into the idea that Claudia cannot consider, let alone process the fact, that she might be wrong

She doesn’t understand Harrow’s reservations about the switching spell (in spite of how horrific the reality of it working successfully would be in so many ways); she overrules the boys’ mission in spite of it “being the most important thing they’ll ever do” and something Callum commits to even once he knows the truth about Harrow; she approaches him in happiness and relief in 2x07, not realizing he’s going to still be furious with her for her past and ongoing actions; when she arrives back in Katolis, she believes that she and Soren “didn’t do anything wrong!” Even most plainly in her conversation with Soren in S4, which is why her turning back to give the coins is such a big deal for her character in a Lot of ways

But also like - if Claudia is always right, if keeping her family together is always right, if her and Aaravos’ goals ‘align’ and he’s the great being who gave humans magic and saw them as more than worthless, with her perpetual belief that the plan will work out in the face of Viren’s pessimism and then passivity, it’s like - then the universe wills it so. Things going her way isn’t just a coincidence; it’s a cosmic Sign that she’s on the right path

Because, according to her, what else could she possibly be on?

#tdp claudia #s4 #4x02 #claudia #mini meta #analysis series #tdp #i love my daughter who's five cognitive dissonances stacked in a trench coat #the dragon prince #tdp meta #morally ambiguous fam

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chirpsythismorning · 1 year

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Wow... 1 year filming. We are legit screwed but at least we might get new content or leaks, idk. Like idk abt you guys but i cannot wait another 2 years.

For me the first year of hiatus flew by. Vol 1 came out already about a year ago approx.? I feel like the same is going to apply to the next year.

And by that point filming will be wrapping up and s5 promo will finally start getting more ramped up. We could have a few tiny cryptic teasers by then, some episode titles. And who knows about the set/costume leak prospects...

I talked about this already, but the months leading up to it are filled with content dropping and it grows exponentially over time.

This time around will be unmatched too bc I think fans actually have a lot to go off of, more than we ever have with previous seasons. With s2-4 we were shooting in the dark. But now with s5 there's so much from s4 unaddressed that it's guaranteed to be re-addressed and so much was foreshadowed that fans have very likely predicted at least a few of the surprises (*cough* byler *cough*).

And so imagine promo that is proving/disproving a bunch of iconic theories, and experiencing that real time. Imagine smalltown boy or like lettergate being confirmed in a mere 10 second sneak peak? Cryptic instances like that along the way are the best!

We're going to be getting a lot of validation too during this time bc the Duffers will definitely want fans to go back and rewatch to be capable of appreciating whats to come for what it truly is, despite misunderstanding up to this point. I think as we get closer, they won't outright say things for certain, however, they are most definitely going to start blatantly alluding to the fact that they are smart and everything is in fact intentional. And so if we doubted them, that's our own fault, since the answers are right in front of us. Did you see all the s2 references we put in s4? Do you really think we forgot Will's birthday? type vibes without them outright saying that though.

Technically even though it could be premiering in early 2025, it's gonna feel like it's premiering in summer/fall 2024 regardless bc promo will be so fucking hot at that point that it might as well be out already. It'll a long festivity for sure. Right now we're in early hiatus, which sucks when you're in it. What we get to hope for within the next year is hints from the writers and if we get another dna board with upwards of 100 films, we might have a lot of work on our hands anyways. These ppl are out here giving us reading assignments and we are gladly going along with it. But that's not for everyone necissarily so if some people want to bow out for a year or so, I wouldn't blame them regardless.

Late hiatus right before release is where it's at, and that's honestly a lot closer than we think! It will start getting more serious next summer, so get hyped bc that's just as exciting to look forward to as the end itself!

#byler #stranger things #ask #st5 filming #st5 promo #st5 speculation #i can't wait for the dna board #i will be sat #also what if we get other stuff that is totally new and we aren't prepared for!?!?!#there are so many possibilities #any aspect of our theories being humored subtly would make the tag go crazy #we're gonna miss these times that are about to hit so i'm just trying to make the best of it before it's over forever

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berenwrites · 10 months

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Lost Boys - Stranger Things Musings

Saw someone (my apologies, I cannot remember who) post about a Lost Boys AU with Stranger Things characters, and that got me thinking. How about a Lost Boys/Stranger Things crossover?!

The Lost Boys came out in 87, so let's just go with that's the year it's set. So a year and a bit after the debacle of Hawkins Spring 86, everyone from s4 is alive (yes including Eddie) and recovered, Vecna is no more, and Steve cooks ups the wild idea of getting the hell out of dodge for a summer vacation, all the kids, him, Eddie, Robin, Argyle, Jonathan and Nancy.

They're end destination is a couple of days in Disneyland in California, but they have decided to drive having rented 2 RVs to see lots of fun places on the way. Unfortunately, they get stuck in Santa Carla when one of the RVs breaks down.

Cue Eddie and Steve bumping into some decidedly weird dudes (David and the gang) on the boardwalk where everyone has gone to blow off some steam as they wait for the RV to be repaired. Maybe having been brought back from the dead after the Upside Down, Eddie pings on their radar, so they are interested.

Something, something, Steve ends up half vamped like Michael. Sue me, if I can torture Steve, I will 😝.

All the Hawkins lot are like, "Vampires - seriously?!" And join forces with the Santa Carla crowd. Sam is gonna love Max and Lucas, and Dustin and Mike would so go toe to toe with the Frog Brothers over vampire lore, not to mention the brains Erica will bring to the table! Jon and Argyle will probably miss most of it, having started talking weed with the Frog's parents. Nancy will be all over figuring out who the head vampire is. And Eddie and Robin will be worrying about Steve, who is trying very hard not to bite people and commiserating about doomed love with Michael (the fact he got Eddie back being a ray of hope in the shit storm).

And oh, boy, is the head vampire in for a shock when he comes up against El and a bunch of teens who are so done with this life or death shit.

I mean, there's also the option of Grandpa being so weird because he was into shady government stuff in his earlier life and doesn't even bat an eye at a girl who can move stuff with her mind.

I will probably never write this, but it is now stuck in my brain, so I thought I would share my pain.

#stranger things #the lost boys #crossover #fanfic idea #vampires #steddie #story idea

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neon-junkie · 2 years

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Why can’t this be Love? - Chpt.9

Summary: You’ve never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It’s not for you - these people aren’t for you. Yet, you don’t know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?

The answer is made for you after your ‘date,’ a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that’s fine. But what’s not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!

However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you’ve spent the last few years with.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.

Word count: 2k

Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.

[Chapter 1] [Read on AO3] [Chapter 10]

Notes: Sorry for the small delay in posting. I've been ill recently with ??? a virus ??? food poisoning ??? babygirl I have no idea, but I'm mostly back to full health!! This is a somewhat short chapter to build up to another juicy one >:3 Also, thank y'all for all the love and support!! I'm really happy to hear that I'm writing Eddie in character. I re-watched S4 whilst I was ill, so that's helped me get into his vibe even more. Also, that boy totally has ADHD, and I love that because omgsammeeee!!!

Chapter 9 - Fury

Swinging your backpack over your shoulder, you finally leave the house, storming around the corner to where Eddie's van is parked, waiting to carpool you to school. The grip on your shoulder straps are tighter than they've ever been, burning the fabric into ash as rage and fury consume your body.

Grounded - really? Fucking hell, how old do they think you are? Twelve?!

Eddie can sense your frustration as he notices you stomping over. He rolls the window down and calls out, "everything okay, Princess?"

"You're not going to believe this," you scoff, and climb up into his van, accidentally closing the passenger door rather aggressively.

Eddie doesn't seem to mind, too fixated on your current mood. He turns the music down and awaits your rant, which is visually bubbling over through your expression, bursting at the seems.

"I'm grounded," you scoff. Your eyes widen in bewilderment, in pure shock that they have the audacity to attempt such a thing! You turn and look at Eddie, ready to begin your unruly vent, when the sight of a bruise on his face causes your thoughts to sway far off track. "Eddie, your eye-" you point out.

"-It's fine, Princess," Eddie scoffs with a light wave of his hand. "I'm sure Jason's balls look much worse."

With a soft laugh, you reach across and place your fingertips beneath Eddie's chin. He allows you to tilt his head, analysing the blotches and light swelling just above his cheek bone from where Jason punched him the night prior. It's far tamer than you imagined, and can hopefully be covered up by his wild curls and choppy bangs.

Hopefully.

"Did you put ice on it?" you question, moving your hand away.

"Peas, Sweetheart. Ice is a luxury that this man cannot afford," he grins. Eddie's expression relaxes as he gestures to you whilst asking, "So, uh, back to the main plot line here?"

"...oh, yeah! I'm grounded," you scoff, returning to your previous enraged state.

"Grounded?" Eddie repeats with a raised brow and an uncertain laugh, as if he didn't hear your words right. "As in, mommy and daddy said you can't hang out with your friends tonight?"

"Exactly!" you practically screech, your hand flailing with frustration. "I am old enough to drive, and own a property, but they still think I'm groundable?!"

Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle, soaking in the situation. Shit, at least he has a minor advantage to practically living alone, forever ungroundable, let alone untameable! "Why?" Eddie ponders. "What happened?"

You take in a deeeeep breath, your eyes fluttering shut as you inhale, only for them to finally open once you've exhaled. Your bunched up fists flex out, and you rest them on your thighs as you attempt to steady your anger. "Where do I begin?" you say with a fake laugh, acting all sweet and innocent.

"So, my grandparents came over last night after school, and my parents told me to come home early that morning so I could see them. Well, I obviously missed that," you sigh, gritting your teeth as you speak.

Eddie remains silent, waiting for you to lead up to the breaking point...

"My grandparents didn't mind, but my parents did! And to make things worse, the School called, and informed them about the little altercation that I got into..." you mock, putting a babyish tone on through your exaggerated words.

"Shit," Eddie curses under his breath. His hand comes up to rub his face, and only now do you realise that the faint thumping sound in the background is Eddie's foot subconsciously tapping against the floor.

"Yeah, shit indeed," you nod. "They made it clear that they're 'not mad at me,'" you explain with hand quotation marks, "but I did 'assault a girl,' which is the main reason why I need to be 'punished.'"

"Assault? Punished?!" Eddie scoffs, feeling nothing but empathy and rage. He shifts about in his seat, and takes in a swift deep breath, calming his nerves before he can consider storming back into your house and cursing your parents out. "Britney started on you, babe. Do your parents-"

"-yeah, they know exactly what happened," you interrupt, knowing exactly what Eddie was about to ask. "But they said I should have 'walked away.'" you explain with another set of hand quotation marks, and a mocking tone.

Eddie sucks in another deep breath as his fingers strum against the steering wheel, processing your wild turn of events... and it's barely 7am! "Walked away, huh?" Eddie ponders with a slow nod. "I don't mean to be rude, but uh... aren't your parents a little out of touch?"

"You're tellin' me," you groan. "I mean, my dad did try to argue that I was only defending myself, but my mom is the ruler of the household..."

"Ah," Eddie nods. "As much as I love non-traditional values, it seems that this hasn't been in your favour."

"Yep," you throw your hands up into the air in frustration, although you're no longer seeing red after venting to Eddie. Who knows? Maybe you'll replace Miss Kelly with Eddie, seeing as he's somehow calmed your anger faster than she ever has - as much as you like her!

Another deep sigh trails from your lips, and once you're somewhat perked up, you question his little joke, "non-traditional values?"

"Yeah, you know," Eddie explains with a wave of his hand. "The woman stays at home to cook and clean, whilst the man goes out to earn money, and fuck other women on the side. That kind of shit," he shrugs, and decides that it's time to get a move on. His van rumbles to life, and Eddie's hand finds the clutch as he begins the pesky journey to school.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head in the progress. "So, you'd be fine swapping roles? Cooking and cleaning whilst I go out and make all the cash?"

Eddie snickers with you, "you haven't seen the state of my trailer, Sweetheart."

"You're right," you nod, dreading to think of the unruly mess that his trailer must be in. Well, his uncle's trailer. Surely his Uncle isn't as much of a bum? Eddie, however, looks like the type to live in piles of clutter.

Maybe he'd tidy up, just for you?

"I was... uh," Eddie pauses, and pretends to focus on the road, shifting in his seat. "...I was going to invite you over later, but I guess mommy and daddy don't want you hangin' around with bad boys?"

"Eddie Munson," you chuckle, "you are far from a bad boy!"

Eddie clutches his chest in shock as his mouth gapes open, ever-so-offended at your words! "I'm not a bad boy?" he scoffs. "B-but... my taste in music? And my Satanic style? And I even grew my hair out?!"

The anger that was bubbling in your veins has settled down, and warmth swells up in your chest as you burst out into laugher. "See!" you point. "You are such a sap, Eddie!"

"You think so?" Eddie questions as he raises his brow. He grins when you nod in agreement, and lets out a theatrical sigh. "Phew! That's the image I was aiming for!"

Again and again, you find yourself laughing along with Eddie Munson, Hawkins lead Satanist, the man that brings fear to all with his puppy dog eyes and cheesy smile. How anyone can portray him as a devil is beyond you. Yet, they don't know the real Eddie, or Eddie at all!

Once your laughter has calmed down, Eddie speaks up again. "Seriously, I was going to ask you ou- over! I was going to ask you to come over tonight," Eddie sheepishly chuckles, and mumbles something under his breath about not being awake yet.

"I can't tonight," you shrug, pursing your lips in annoyance.

Eddie ponders as he slows his van down, pulling up to the School's drive away. "Ten points per student?" he questions, vaguely gesturing to the students walking on the path.

"Twenty if they're in our year," you giggle back.

Eddie wickedly grins as he notices a certain someone walking up the path, and rather than doing everybody a favour by running her over, he, instead, honks his horn. Britney, that bitch, jumps higher than the moon at the sudden noise, and tears begin flowing from your eyes as both of you burst into laughter.

Britney knows damn well who's just scared her soul out of her body, (if she even has one,) seeing as Eddie's van is well recognisable. An angry scream can be heard in the distance, "freaks!" which only makes you and Eddie laugh harder.

Parking is a challenge, considering Eddie can barely see through his glossy vision, even after multiple attempts of wiping away his laughter-induced tears. Finally, the engine falls silent, and his curls bounce as he turns to look at you.

"You could sneak out," Eddie wildly states.

You scoff at his suggestion, "not a chance. Have you met my parents?"

"Not yet," Eddie mutters under his breath. His leg begins subconsciously bouncing, and Eddie's fingertips find his rings as he fidgets with them. "How about I sneak in, then?"

Again, you scoff. This isn't a movie, or one of his silly D&D campaigns. A plan like that would never work! There's not a chance that Eddie can sneak in, and if he somehow manages it, he'll be discovered within seconds, seeing as you can't control your laughter around him!

"Still not a chance, Eddie," you sigh, wishing it were possible.

"Your window faces the front of the house, doesn't it?" Eddie queries.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously, "how do you know that?"

Eddie waves his hand through the air as he brushes you off, "I like to watch you sleep, but that's besides the point. There's a flower fence below your window, and little do you know, I'm Hawkins champion at flower fence climbing," Eddie proudly states, and gestures to his unmistakable flower fence climbing build. Clearly he was made for a challenge like this!

Your hands meet your face, and a deep groan escapes your lips as you question Eddie's little game plan. "It's doable," you agree, "but if we're caught, then my parents will turn you into Hawkins most wanted man."

"I'm, uh, pretty certain that I also have that achievement," Eddie says with a wink. "But I'm only going to break in if you want me to."

Your hands cross your chess as you play every scenario out in your mind. Eddie is vaguely likely to be caught climbing the fence, but what concerns you the most is how loud you two are when together. You're constant giggling messes, who struggle to keep the noise down, even more so when tension is running high.

You're bound to get caught, but then again, what if you don't get caught?

What if Eddie romantically sneaks into your bedroom, and spends the night monging out with you?

Do you really want to take the risk?

"Fine," you sigh in agreement. "But I won't be able to bail you out of prison when you get caught."

Eddie shrugs, his curls bouncing with the movement, "That's fine, just visit me from time to time!"

With that, and the sound of the School bell ringing, Eddie springs out of his van, and rushes around to assist you out of the passenger's side. As you take Eddie's hand, climbing down from the totally-not-steep step, Eddie asks, "Does six work for you?"

"My family has dinner at six," you groan.

"Seven?" Eddie suggests.

"Seven, it is."

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𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 - 𝙴.𝙼. | 1

Summary: A sinister entity makes it presence known to you, plaguing your mind with pain and nightmares. You need a little release, but that means talking to the school freak...

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Drug Usage, Death, Language, S4 spoilers,

Wordcount: 3.2k

A/N: Much like Eddie Munson, I am in love with this chapter tbh. but in my next few ones, the dialogue won't be like *exactly* the same as the show! *Reposting bc Tumblr doesnt like me*

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

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Prologue

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As a cheerleader at Hawkins High, it was critical that you maintained the social standard of a popular kid: only hanging with the popular crowd, having the hottest boy in school for yourself, wearing peak fashion statements. You had it all, and any little slip up could land you eating lunch right with the freaks in the back, something you, definitely, did not want.

So when you found out that Dustin, your younger brother, had joined the group of freaks who called themselves “The Hellfire club”, you were mortified.

“Dustin! You cannot talk to me at school anymore, officially.” You had said, storming into the kitchen.

“What? Why?” He asked.

“Because I cannot associate with… with your… group of friends.” You tried putting it nicely, but he saw right through it.

“So I’m not allowed to say a single word to you, at all, or your reputation will be ruined?” Dustin asked, a smirk on his face.

“Correct, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the box of cereal down from the cabinet.

“So, does that include if I’m dying? Or will your precious ego still be hurt then?”

“Oh, shut up Dustin.”

There was a slight pause as Dustin stared at you, mouth agape, before you spoke again.

“You can tell me if you’re dying but thats it! I mean it!” You said, firmly. Dustin fist pumped the air before grabbing his things off of the counter.

“Let’s go, we’re going to be late miss too-cool-for-her-younger-brother.”

You rolled your eyes once again before grabbing your bag and following Dustin out to the car.

At school, you both went your separate ways. You headed towards your group in the front of the school. They were waiting for you before heading inside to their lockers. Dustin headed to the right, towards Mike, Lucas, and the rest of the members of their club.

You looked over your shoulder, making sure Dustin made it to his group okay when you caught the eye of the lead freak of the group… Eddie Munson. Your eyes lingered for a quick second, as did his, before you turned your attention back to your group.

“Yo, Dustin, I think I just locked eyes with your sister,” Eddie said, still watching as you tossed your hair over your shoulder.

“Psh, yeah right. I’m not even allowed to talk to her or else I’ll ‘ruin her’ apparently. I don’t think she’d risk looking at you… no offense,” Dustin finished quickly as Eddie turned his attention to him, staring intensely.

“Whatever dude, it’s not like I’m into her anyways.” Eddie said, before turning and heading into school. The rest of the club followed him, leaving Dustin, Mike and Lucas left standing outside.

When you turned your head back over your shoulder to take a peek, you realized Eddie and his goons had left, leaving your brother and his friends standing outside. You frowned, hoping nothing had happened. You were pulled out of your thoughts quickly though by Jason Carver, your boyfriend.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” He asked, his hand laid gently on your shoulder.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine!”

“We were just talking about going out to the Diner after school. You comin’?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah I’ll let you know. I’ve been getting really bad headaches lately, so I may not be up for it today,” you replied honestly. He gave you a worrisome look, before turning back to the group.

“Let’s meet out front after school, we can take my car.” Jason dismissed the group, placing a soft hand on your arm to stop you from leaving with them.

“Hey, babe, is everything okay? You didn’t tell me you were getting headaches…” he trailed off, clearly concerned.

“It’s fine Jason, really, it’s nothing. I think I’m just stressed over some grades.” But the truth was, it wasn’t nothing, and you weren’t fine. You had been plagued with nightmares lately of a dark forest thick with fog, there was a giant clock every direction you turned, ringing consistently as the fear that someone was lurking behind you grew stronger… closer.. until you woke up in a panic, drenched in sweat. One of the nightmares felt so real, you woke up screaming. Dustin had bust your door open, an oar in his hand as he started swinging around.

“What… what is it? What’s wrong?” He was screaming, trying to find the source of your fear.

“Dustin, it… it was just a dream.”

That night he had slept on the floor next to your bed, refusing to move back to his own room, just in case.

“Okay… maybe try seeing the counselor. She can help you with this.” Jason said, moving his hand down to yours, grabbing it softly.

You adored everything about this man and how sweet he was to you. He always treated you with respect, making sure you were okay. Sometimes, though, you just wished you had something… more.

“Yeah, I will. I’ll go see her today,” you promised, giving him a faint smile. He pulled you in for a hug, squeezing tightly.

“I will always protect you,” he whispered, almost darkly, in your ear. You knew he meant it too.

You knocked gently, before Ms. Kelley answered for you to come in. You were nervous, unsure if she could actually help what you were struggling with, but you made a promise to Jason, and you never broke your promises.

“Y/N! What a lovely surprise. How can I help you?” She asked, a bright smile on her face as you sat down across from her.

“I was hoping, maybe, you could help me with something?”

“Okay, what’s going on?” She asked, her face softening.

“Lately I’ve been having these… these horrible headaches and nightmares.”

“What are these nightmares of?” Ms. Kelley grabbed a notebook off the desk, and uncapped her pen. She began writing as you talked.

“It starts out somewhere like my home, or school, but then after I take a few steps I end up somewhere else. The woods. They’re dark, thick with fog, and theres this clock. Its huge, and standing everywhere I look. Its ticking, tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock… until it rings, only once, and I feel rushed as if something thats been looking at me from the fog suddenly runs up on me, and then I wake up.” You finished, tears pricking your eyes as you think back to the traumatic nightmare.

“That sounds really scary,” ms. Kelley responded. She handed you a box of tissues, which you took gratefully. You could already feel the tears beginning to break through your lashes onto your cheeks.

“What do you think triggered these nightmares?”

“I don’t know… they just started happening this past week.” You dabbed at your eyes, careful not to mess up the mascara you put on this morning.

“Lets just take a minute and think of anything slightly negative that happened that could have caused this.”

You didn’t have to think about it though. You knew what could have very well triggered these nightmares, but you refused to accept that as the answer. There was no way… right?

You shook your head, discarding the thoughts in your mind before you felt even worse about yourself.

But that didn’t help. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and stood up quickly.

“Y/N-,” you cut her off by flinging her door open, letting it close behind you. The last thing you wanted to think about was that night. You crossed your arms, hugging yourself. You looked up, quickly regretting it as you made eye contact with one Dustin’s friends, Max. You looked down, making your way quickly to the bathroom to calm down before your next class. Jason was in it, and the last thing you needed was for him to see you like this.

Flinging the bathroom door open, you ran into one of the stalls, locking it and dropping your bag. The feeling to puke overcame you faster than you could process it, but your body went into autopilot, letting you drop to the floor hanging over the dirty school toilet. You chucked it all up, panting slightly as you tried to catch your breath.

But your heart sank quickly as you looked up to see the entire bathroom dark, covered in a thick fog and what looked like black, sludgey vines.

“What the-,” you began to think to yourself, but you were cut off by the sound of a clock ticking. Oh god…

Then came a new sound, something sinister and dark that made your breath hitch in your throat. It was a low growl, moving closer to you, accompanied by the sounds of wet footsteps. You squeezed yourself between the toilet and the stall wall, fear overtaking your entire body.

Your body shook violently, as you saw the source of the wet footprints walk slowly up to the stall you were in, stopping right in front. They matched the black sludge that filled the bathroom.The voice grew louder, raspier. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, and your hand gripped your mouth tight, trying to be silent. No matter what you did, it wasn’t enough, he was there, waiting… listening. The air felt tighter around you as you struggled to breathe. Your heart felt as if it stopped breathing, your chest feeling like it was about to cave in.

Just as you felt like you were about to pass out, suddenly the bathroom door opened, and just like that the bathroom was back to normal. You sobbed quietly, not wanting whoever just walked in to see you like this.

“Are- are you okay?” A voice came from outside the stall.

It was Max. Shit.

“I’m fine, just go. Go!” You yelled, until she flew the door open to the bathroom and left.

Normally, you would have felt bad for yelling at her, but you weren’t sure if this… thing was still here lurking in the shadows, and the last thing you needed was someone else to get hurt- or worse- at your expense again.

You gathered yourself together as quickly as you could, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to remove the mascara streaks down your cheeks. Luckily, it worked better than usual, and you were able to fix yourself up as if nothing happened.

If only you could do that to your mind.

As you left flung open the bathroom door, you ran right into someone, hard metal smacking right into your gut.

It was Eddie Munson, his thick belt with chains the source of your abdominal pain.

“Yo hey, watch where you’re going lady,” he joked, holding his arms out.

“I’m sorry,” you responded timidly, not meeting his gaze. He was alone, his goons already in class.

“Hey, it’s fine, I was just messing with you. Is everything okay?” He asked, noticing your tear stained cheeks. You looked up at him slowly, your breath hitching as you made eye contact with him.

“Can I meet you after school… where Jason meets you?” You asked, hoping he understood what you were referencing. He smirked.

“Do you know the spot?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Alright, little lady. I’ll see you then,” he saluted you, before walking off to wherever he was going.

You nodded your head, to really no one, and headed to class.

The sound of twigs snapping under your feet set you on edge as you trudged further into the woods. It was roughly thirty minutes after school ended. You wanted to make sure Dustin had a way home, and you had to let Jason know you were going home instead of meeting them. He was reluctant to let you go home alone, but you insisted you would be fine. It was just a headache, you told him. If he only knew the truth, you were afraid he would never leave you alone.

You made it to the picnic table in the woods, the spot where Eddie did his deals and where his group liked to party. Beer cans littered the table and various spots on the forest floor.

An uneasy feeling settled deep inside of you. You bunched up the hem of your skirt in your hands, looking around. Eddie wasn’t here yet. A light fog start to roll in. A twig snapped in the distance.

“Hello?” You called out, hoping nothing but Eddie called back in response. As you waited, listening, you began to hear the distant ticking of a clock. Looking to your right, you notice a giant grandfather clock, much like the one from your nightmare, embedded into a tree.

You began to talk towards it, almost as if you were entranced by the fear. It continued to tick, your footsteps landing in synch with ever tick… tock… tick… tock…

As you stepped closer, you noticed the glass on the face began to break, spreading further until a small hole appeared in the middle. You held your breath in anticipation, waiting for the next move. Tiny black widows began to emerge, one by one, all over the clock. More and more spilled out from the hole. You began to back up, on the verge of hyperventilating when you ran into a hard body right behind you.

Panicking, you turned to see who- or rather what- it was.

Eddie. Just Eddie.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled but stopped immediately when he saw your face. You were white as a ghost, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and relief.

Glancing back at the clock, you realized it wasn’t there anymore. The tree was normal again, the bark all in tact as if nothing was ever there.

“… are you okay?” He asked, looking around for any possible explanation as to why you were so scared..

Nodding your head, you took a deep breath. You could feel the tears trying to escape your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them. Using the sleeves of your cheer sweater, you wiped at the bottom of your eyes.

Eddie’s lunchbox landed on the picnic table with a loud metal bang, making you jump slightly as you sat down across from it. Eddie could sense your uneasiness as he took his jacket off, noticing your leg shaking violently.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he started, hoping he was calming you down. “No one ever comes out here. We’re safe. I promise.”

“So, how does this work exactly?” You ask, finally looking up at him. His brown eyes were dark, but kind. Trustworthy.

“Oh, you know, just like any other old sale, except cash only and for obvious reasons, no receipts.” He responded, smiling gently.

You looked down, the uneasy feeling still not leaving. The events of what happened today were haunting your thoughts. You felt bad, not wanting Eddie to take it personally, but you couldn’t just explain it away either.

“I’ll do you a half ounce for, 20. What do you say?” He held out a bag of weed. “Plenty of bang for your buck, should last you a while…”

A twig snapped behind you, stealing your attention away from him and into the woods behind you. Fear gripped you, yet again, leaving you breathless and white as a ghost. But it was only a squirrel.

Eddie grew impatient, thinking your fear was getting caught for either buying drugs, or being alone in the woods with him.

“Hey, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I’ll walk away.” He was annoyed, but mostly with himself. Why did he think this would go any differently than the popular Y/N being scared of being in the woods with him. He shook his head slightly.

“No. It’s not that, I don’t want you to go,” you pleaded, quickly turning your attention back to him. If only he understood. Maybe you could try and put it in a way he could…

“It’s just that… do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” You ask, breathing heavily as you waited for his answer. He looked down trying to catch your gaze. When you gave it to him he smiled.

“Uhh, you know, just like on a daily basis.” He chuckled. “I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now, doing a drug deal with Y/N Y/L/N the queen of Hawkins high.”

The way he referred to you as queen sent shivers down your spine. It tingled, in a good way, and you stared at him trying to figure out why.

“You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve hung out.”

“It’s not?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I’m sorry-,”

“That’s okay,” he cut you off, feigning hurt and sadness. Suddenly, he grabbed his chest, falling backwards off of the picnic bench. You yelled out, gasping as he crawled to stand up and lean against a tree.

“I wouldn’t remember me either Y/N. Honestly… do, do I have stuff in my hair?” He asked, shaking leaves out of his hair. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you. The comic relief easing your nerves instantly- exactly his intent.

He continued, going on about the last time you hung out, for a talent show in middle school. The two of you reminisced over your acts, you doing a cheer, him playing with his band.

It felt good to sit and talk to him, unbothered by the woods around you, the fear that once gripped your soul dissipated, replaced with happiness. Eddie felt good, knowing he had succeeded in getting you to loosen up. Your smile was radiant, contagious almost as you talked about his band. Your laughter rang lightly through the air, warming even the darkest parts of him.

“You know… you’re not what I thought you’d be like.” You said, smiling up at him.

“Mean and scary?” He smirked, pulling strands of hair down to his lips in a cute manner.

You nodded your head, chuckling slightly at his attempt to be less intimidating.

“Yeah, well, I actually thought you’d be kind of mean and scary too.” He said.

You laughed, the thought sounding ridiculous to you. You were aware the rest of your friends were just that… mean and scary. But after watching Dustin get bullied, you could never make anyone else feel that same way.

“In other good news, flattery works for me. So twenty-five percent off the half. Fifteen bucks, you’re robbing me blind practically.” He chuckled, throwing down the bag of weed in front of you.

You looked at it for a second, contemplating. Weed was nice, sure, but you weren’t quite sure it would do what you needed it to do this time. There were stories of weed amplifying some people’s anxiety, paranoia. You didn’t want to risk that.

“Do you have anything, stronger?” You asked hesitantly, a little nervous about how he would respond. You looked up at him, hopefully that maybe he could see the desire to escape deep in your eyes. He looked hesitant, concerned, and a little sad before he finally responded.

“Yeah, but it’s back at my place…” he trailed off. Now he was the one anxious, worried you might take his offer the wrong way.

“Okay,” you replied, standing to your feet.

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