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“ i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice “

"For the record? I don't think sleepover sounds childish at all." Steve smiled warmly, trying to reassure Eddie of this fact, and the fact that it really didn't sound all that weird. "I never really got to have them when I was a kid, so I'm not going to say no to having one now. Especially if it means we get to do crochet things like making a blanket fort." Cliche, Steve, cliche. In fact, all of this was getting him rather excited, Steve sitting on the bed beside the metalhead with his hazel eyes filled with naive acknowledgement.

"I mean like, Nance had sleepovers and stuff when we were dating, but it wasn't exactly for....I mean....I'm sure you could think of what it was for." He muttered, not wanting to rub it in Eddie's face or anything, but more so to prove he didn't exactly know what a sleepover genuinely was. "What do people do at sleepovers regularly? Like, eat popcorn, stay up late and watch movies, prank call people they don't like?"

He knew it was probably ridiculous, that Steve Harrington was so innocent to all these things. But his parents had kept him fairly secluded, wanted to mold him into the person they wanted. They had more or less chosen his friends based on money and social status, and 'the rich' didn't really do the sleepover thing. They did fancy dinners where they all sat around and bragged about what they owned and what they were going to do. Steve had basically lost his whole childhood in a way, and here Eddie Munson was offering it on a platter.

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Jessica had had to stop and think about it. Had she noticed a change in the way Kilgrave had been acting in her hallucinations? Excluding the addition of Reva when things had really ramped up, she couldn’t be sure. He had been a little less grossly flirting with her but then again those had never really been part of her hallucinations to begin with. Making a small sound at the back of her throat when she fully realised when Kilgrave had changed.

Kilgrave had started noticing his surroundings a lot more. And even made comments on them. In the pas that hadn’t been that unusual however, he was making comments about Flower and Eddie as if he had actually met them. Now that she actually stopped long enough to analyse the word choice he had been using in her presence, Jessica cursed. “About four days,” she slowly admitted to him.

“And the other symptoms wouldn’t occur because of my healing,” she breathed although she did look at her leg. Motherfucker still hadn’t healed. They had yet to work that part out. But the headaches? Nosebleeds? She hadn’t had any. So she hadn’t been fully aware of the attacks. Feeling the cold of the metal around her wrist. she had opened her mouth to make a comment about her strength but didn’t get far. As she had turned when she heard the clock chimes.

“...fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.” Jessica’s response was to insult and ask questions never.

Her words had managed to stop Vecna from approaching though. That was a relief. Something told her if he got too close his mouth would probably smell of blood and rotting flesh. Or some other bullshit like that. So he wasn’t coming forward and he wasn’t trying to kill her. Yet.

About to say something else, Jessica noticed that he had waved his clawed...whatever the hell it was and now half of the landscape had woken up and was coming for her. “Oh fuck me sideways,” she growled as she dodged the first thing to launch itself at her. Rolling to her feet she realised that in doing so she had gotten closer to Vecna.

“Yeah, nope.” She used her powers to jump up and over his head and raced away from him. Having to use her speed to ensure that she managed to successfully dodge the deadly landscape. She slid to a stop for a second as she heard ....she grinned. Oh that sweet fucking demon. One of her favourite songs.

Iron Man.

Not entirely sure what the music was supposed to do, she had to stop herself from doing something incredibly stupid and jumping where she shouldn’t. Staying in one place for too long however, allowed one of Vecna’s vines to penetrate through her shoulder. Without hesitation, she reached up and ripped thing off and out of her body. Hearing the screams, she turned back and sighed. “Next time ask for consent,” she snarled at him.

Jessica spotted the room Eddie was in. Putting on a burst of speed and dodging the last few flailing limbs she jumped through it. Only to kind of fall back into her body in the room with Eddie. Gasping as she realised she was back in the room with Eddie, she coughed a little.

Chrissy just wasn’t having a good day at all. She had gotten into a fight with her mom about her eating a piece of toast for breakfast. “Do you really need that?” Her mom asked. Which set Chrissy off. Her father, who was completely blind to the situation said nothing, he just continued to read the newspaper. She kept her cool as one of her friends drove her to school.

Once there, Chrissy made a b line towards the bathroom and ended up throwing the toast up. She cried in the stall for a little bit before wiping her tears away and taking her compact out of her purse and reapplied her foundation on her cheeks so no one knew she had been crying.

The blonde headed for her locker, where Jason was usually waiting for her but he wasn’t there. She put what needed to be put away and was walking past a room when she saw two students in a heavy make out session. She normally wouldn’t have been phased by it but she noticed the guy was Jason. She opened the door. “Jason?” He tried to utter out an ‘it’s not what it looks like’ speech but Chrissy had had enough. “We’re over!” She said before walking out. Chrissy went the whole day without talking to any of her friends or Jason. Jason had been trying to get notes to her but she wouldn’t read them. After school was done, Chrissy rushed out and headed to the woods where no one would find her. She started to cry and bumped into someone. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He’d seen the whole thing. The kickass guitar cover of Master of Puppets. The scramble to fortify what looked to be a shabby RV. The hoard of freakish-looking bats that swarmed viciously around it. Munson running back out of the RV like a madman with a makeshift spear and…was that a trash can lid? With nails punched through it. Bizarre as his weaponry may have been, the guy put up a pretty good fight, and Billy had to give him props for trying, but he was quickly overwhelmed. There were simply too many. Just like the Mind Flayer had simply been too powerful for him to hold back on his own. When the Henderson kid ran over to hold his dying friend, Billy tore his eyes away from the tragic scene. It reminded him far too much of his own final moments. Expiring in Max’s arms, barely managing to get out an apology that didn’t even begin to cover all the shit he’d put her through. It was too much. Max needed him more, anyway, and though he knew he was powerless to help her, he still ran off to find where Vecna was holding her. Only to find that he was too late.

Time was already weird in the Upside Down, especially for someone who was pretty much dead, but the next few days were still a blur. Billy, or at least the phantom remnant of him, wandered the wastes in both a rage and an overwhelming melancholy. He wanted to kill 001. He wanted to throttle Eleven for failing to save the world a second time. He wanted to find out what exactly she’d done to Max, if she was truly alive or just a living shell. He wanted to crumple to the ground in a heap and wail like a damned banshee!

Instead, he found himself back in the vicinity of that old RV, lost in thought until he realized that someone or something was moving around inside. Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he stalked toward it cautiously to check it out. It was entirely possible that one of the many demon creatures of this realm was attempting to make a meal out of Munson’s body, and he wanted to prevent that, if he could, but he also didn’t know if they could see, hear, or smell his ghostly form. Psyching himself up, he decided to test the theory.

Always  A  Freak...                                        ...Doesn’t Mean I’m Weak

 *~Canon Divergent Eddie Munson~*

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International Kissing Day | @fliphimthebird

Finally eighteen.

As he drove to the shitty community pool that Hawkins residents acted like it was a fucking beach, Billy tried to see the good in finally reaching adulthood. He no longer had to sneak into rated R movies; fuckers here actually checked IDs, who does that?! If his dad didn’t have hooks in him, taking most of his paycheck every week which wasn’t much to begin with, he could finally leave that house.

No Meme Gang, No Meme Gang.

Pulling the dust-covered goggles off his face and lightly snapping them onto the top of his head Journey glanced around and then snorted, amused by this claim. The other must have been high, to think there was a fucking dog in the vent, or a large squirrel, either. Raising up the carving tool he was holding, he aimed it toward Eddie "Edward, what have I said about letting yourself in my house and making wild claims?" He twisted the tool slowly as he moved in closer. Then pointed the tool out toward a wall, any wall, it really didn't matter, did it? "No fucking animals are in my walls, stop saying there are." Walking away, he made his way into the living room where Homeward Bound was playing. Pausing it he gestured to the tv with the remote in his opposite hand "See, just the tv-Are you tripping right now?" Honestly, a part of him wished he were at the moment.