#makemefamous

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ dustin henderson x gn!reader.

N/A: I'm very excited to post my third story on this account. Aaah, I hope to continue to have the same support. TT

+ this story will be quite short, lately I have been very stressed and consumed by school, apart from that I have been suffering from mental block. T-T

Summary: After Eddie's death, you start creating theories and conspiracies that he might be alive but no one wants to know.

Warnings: very emotional, mentions of death, hallucinations, depression.

It's been 3 months since the death of your beloved eddie and what you've been doing every day is creating theories about his "death". You are totally in denial, or rather, in shock. And to what do you owe your foolishness? why there is no day when you don't dream about him, since what happened the only thing you think about is the moment when he stops moving his body over Dustin's.

Believe me when I tell you that you look like a detective investigating the worst crime just for wanting to get answers in a place where they are no longer, you are looking for answers in a world where everyone ignores you. After all he was a killer.

—Dustin! I've been looking for you everywhere—You dropped your hands on his shoulders and shook him lightly.

—Jesus! You'll give me cardiac arrest if you keep showing up like that. And now what happens? get to the point please.—

"I'm sorry" you said rejoining your starting place—: What happens is that I was thinking about... ya know... and well- :— you were so excited to tell your new and crazy theory until you noticed that expression that Dustin always used to make when he was just I listened by commitment.—: Know something? I'm tired of you always having that expression every time I tell you something:—Dustin knew he screwed up, however he's been carrying his own guilt for letting Munson be the last of you three to go up, he would have preferred to die, he adjusted his cap and took a more serious posture than usual while just staring at you.

—I'm so sorry, (Y/N). But I really can't pretend to be interested in something that isn't real.

—What?—You said with a raised tone.—what is not real to you?

—Everything!... everything. I know what I saw, what we saw. We watched him die, we watched those fucking demobats eat his body and when we got to him...

You grabbed the anatomy of the shortest with a hug where your head tried to hide, he responded with a strong squeeze and how his hands clung to your back while you barely heard the cries of the other. You two were so upset about Eddie's death, after all he was the most active in the group, especially when the boy cheered for Dustin or Mike.

Although the youngest did not usually show it, he was very worried about you and how the death of your boyfriend had affected you in such a way that you even used to tell him that you saw him on the edge of your window or that you used to smell his cigarette smell and cheap perfume.—:Everything will be fine, m'kay? I will seek help and avoid having those theories:—You noticed how the boy moved away from you and, drying his tears, he nodded his head slightly.

—Is it a promise?—He smiled putting his little finger in front of you.

—Promise.—You connected your finger with him corresponding to that smile that he posed on his face.

When you got home, you locked every corner of it and very carefully touched the switch that was on the wall.—:Did you lose something, cupcake?:—You heard a hoarse voice behind you and jumped like a small frightened cat, that boy put his head on your shoulder and his hands on your waist.—:Oh my God Eddie! You could have scared me to dea-... Wait, AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD?:—

Playing in the sand

Squishing between my toes

Loving the cool air

Soaking up the sun rays