The older kids all have wills.

Nancy, Robin, Steve and Jonathan, ages 18 to 21, all have wills tucked away in various boxes under beds and behind wardrobes.

Their similarities only extending to the fear felt when writing them, mixed with resigned acceptance. A common feeling of “Man, it sure is sad that my late teenage years are spent contemplating the very real possibility of gruesome early death, I should be at the club.”

But in every other aspect they are completely different.

Nancy’s was written on a cream notepad with dainty flowers surrounding the border. Written from a view of logic and forward planning, a need to protect her family. All of the demands straight to the point, no nonsense.

Warped only by the small tear stains across the bottom.

Robin’s was clearly written in a panic, barely legible handwriting on a ripped off lined sheet.

Written after she read an article about a man whose boyfriend was refused access to him after his death because there was no will.

She refused to leave anyone in the dark like that.

Jonathan’s was the most emotional, surprisingly. But most of that emotion was palpable anger, the word “nothing” pressed so hard into the yellow paper next to Lonnies name it had almost ripped the page.

Even if it was the last thing he did, Jon would keep Lonnie away from them.

Steves was written begrudgingly, more out of a need to prevent his parents from tossing it all. They weren’t around to know about Robin or the kids, wouldn’t know he’d promised Lucas the car or Max his records.

They weren’t evil people, they just didn’t know. This way they would.

They hadn’t spoken about it in advance, hadn’t co-ordinated it or hidden them together like a morbid friendship pact. They had all just at some point come to the realisation that, given their current lives, it may one day be necessary.

Eddie had not had that thought.

Eddie Munson had many thoughts.

He had thoughts on the disease of pop music sweeping the last worthwhile radio station, he had thoughts on the price increases in his favourite gaming store in Indy, he had thoughts on selling enough stock to buy a new trailer gas canister.

What he very rarely had thoughts on was death.

It took a lot for him to say that these days, considering where he’d been not too many years ago. But these days the only thoughts on death he had were more abstract and fleeting, nothing more than the average schmuck.

And even if the thought would have crossed his mind, he would have shrugged it off with a ‘Wayne knows what to do.’

He had no other family and, as far as Eddie was concerned, nothing particularly valuable to single out to anyone. He may need one of the guys to burn the shoebox hidden under his bed, but that could be a more verbal agreement between bros.

So Eddie didn’t have a will.

Didn’t have a plan, didn’t have the worry.

And it’s not until he’s lying on his back, being cradled by a child that frankly should not have to see the insides of Eddies stomach, that he remembers that.

It rushes to him in a panic, the thoughts feeling slow and syrupy but in reality only taking a split second.

He needed to write a will.

He needed Wayne to know that Eddie /wanted/ him to have everything, not just given it by family rights.

He needed to write Dustin in, and Corroded Coffin, maybe even some random shit for all the other nerds.

A donation to Hawkins Church to really confuse them, not that Eddie would be leaving any money behind. Maybe they could have his guitar.

When he got back he would write it up on the finest non-scrunched up paper he could find.

When he got back he would take care of it all.

But that was a job for later Eddie, right now he really needed to sleep.

He could see Dustin crying above him but that was okay, he’d take care of it when he woke up.

When he wakes up he’ll take care of it all.

When he wakes up he’ll write his will.

When he wakes up.

Thinking about monster Steddie, but not in the fun way

Maybe Steve does die from his upside down injuries, even after they’ve all made it back and safe. Even after everything he survived, he collapses in the woods behind his house and dies, alone.

Or maybe not fully alone. Something finds him.

Something that sees his life, sees his memories and wants it all. It convinces itself it is helping Steve, saving him.

Because what is living if not just the memories and emotions you feel? And this creature can see all of those. Can fall all of those.

So Steve Harrington lives.

He walks, he talks and he jokes.

Animals don’t like him, they bark and snarl as he passes.

Some kids can’t stand to be around him either, a cold shiver running down their spine as they make eye contact with him. He doesn’t know why. Maybe he didn’t get the eyes quite right.

And Eddie knows…something.

For a while Steve catches the glances and the furrowed brows, he notices them almost immediately. It’s almost insulting how fast Eddie caught on to the fact this wasn’t Steve-

It was Steve. It IS Steve. He is Steve.

But after a while the looks stop.

But Eddie knows that Steve is dead.

Knows that the person he is looking at should be Steve, but it isn’t. Not inside.

But the…thing, the Steve…it acts just like him. Speaks just like him, loves just like him.

And maybe Eddie is selfish, because he pretends the creature is Steve too.

Let’s it play dress up in a dead boys body because Eddie wants it around, needs him around.

So maybe they both just ignore that it didn’t get the eyes right.

“If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.”

Stolas and Blitzo as phantom of the opera! Part of my musical crossover pin set :)

Available now! Hellaverse x Musical Theatre pins

Let’s start our curtain call with these showstopping pins! The Hellaverse X Musicals pin series is now up and ready to go

31st October - 14th November

8 pins referencing various musicals with a few nods to the hellaverse cast

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Silly little Dustin and Eddie comic for my old Steddie Among Us AU!

Eddie "wait you cant just cut the bits of mold off the bread and eat the rest?" Munson

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Steve "No, No you fucking can't what the hell have you actually been doing that?" Harrington

Steve would be laying at the foot of Eddies bed, reading Fellowship of the Ring

“I see why you like this so much, since they’re all gay.”

“…beg your pardon?”

“Yeah he keeps going on about ‘queer folk’ this and ‘queer business’ that. Even the elves are ‘gay and sad’. Very you.”

Final Curtain Call Enamel pin collection part 1! 4/8

Musicals x hellaverse enamel pin wip!! 4/8