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frrr i just saw a tik tok of people bashing tumblr writers for writing those types of fics and i was like damnnnn y’all are going off and for what 🤨🤨🤨
because even though people are bashing it, i know that they still eat it up!
i don’t consider myself a writer at all, but i’m just gonna say this for the people that are:
if you don’t like the content that you’re consuming, write it yourself or don’t consume it at all!!!
i, for example, was looking for certain types of stories for a certain type of reader, and didn’t find any. instead of coming at people about it, i simply decided to-
1. write out my own thoughts on it
2. decided that, “hey, i guess this isn’t too bad, i’ll just post it for shits and giggles and all that.” 🤔
3. then all of a sudden, “wow, people actually like it!”
now i completely understand that not everyone is hyperfem, or preppy, or even a cheerleader! but x readers aren’t always going to be the exact embodiment of who you are:
in the sense of someone in that comment section saying that x reader’s are supposed to be inclusive, i get that as well.
but i’ve noticed moreso on tumblr than other places, that there are a lot of characterized types of readers!
such as:
bimbo!reader
meangirl!reader
metalhead!reader
cheerleader!reader
etc.
which honestly is considered a warning beforehand, instead of you being halfway into a fic and realizing that the character acts differently from you.
i can only speak for myself, but i personally love reading fics where the reader is different from how i am! like no i’m not a major bitch, no i’m not a bimbo, no i’m not a cheerleader, and no i’m not a metalhead! but i love reading fics like that, because it allows you to use your imagination, and visualize yourself in a different light (but maybe i’m the only one who does that 🧍🏾♀️)
in the sense that some people in the comments were talking about, of how the reader will be given, physical characteristics or be labeled as a: henderson! reader or harrington! reader, hence alluding that the reader would be white, is completely understandable!


part of the reason i didn’t even want to start making my own work is because of people possibly not liking it, or even not feeling comfortable reading it! so after i originally wrote my eddie x platonic!sev!reader fic, and decided to post it, i decided that i wanted anybody to be able read it and feel included. (at least as included as you can feel, when reading a story about a little girl with superpowers 😭)
because (in a joking sense) i’ll be damned if one of my works were to be used on tik tok as an example of something that people don’t like 😭 the way i would delete it so fast is literally insane! (y’all would think i was a figment of your imaginations becauseee no.)
anyways, i’m just saying that there are other ways to get what you want instead of just shitting on people’s (and might i add, good!) writing, specifically on tumblr.
- send requests!
- actually look for the types of fics you want to read
because in reference to the tik tok that i was talking about, a lot of people’s main issue was the lack of metalhead!reader’s and an over abundance of preppy ones when i think i’ve indulged in more alternative ones where the reader isn’t even in any specific social group, or even with them just being in the hellfire club.
and no, i honestly really don’t think the situation is that serious!
(but i have a tendency of not knowing how to express how i feel through text, which accidentally leads to rambling, hence the emojis i use to lighten the mood 😭)
but the way they were going off in the comment section really just made me :(( for some writers because, damn!
you can tell when people work hard on a fic, and honestly those writers much are stronger than me, because with how petty i am, i’d probably end up being like-
“well, since you guys hated it so much, now nobody’s reading it 😽”
i dunno who needs to hear this but if you’re tired of reading eddie x hyper fem!reader/eddie x cheerleader!reader fics…go write your own fics!! eddie x whoever-whatever. if you don’t like what you’re reading, exit out the fic or just simply make your own. how many times do we need to have this discussion?? i hate repeating myself, it’s getting ANNOYING.
slipping through his fingers
Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Ex!Reader AU
Summary: You’ve only wanted the best for Eddie, even if that means you’re no longer in his life.
Word Count: 5.4k+
Warnings: language, ANGST ANGST ANGST GALORE (I’m so sorry) with a happy ending
Author’s Note: this has been brewing in my drafts for a week. I’m so excited for you guys to read this! Just a few notes: this takes place in 1991 so Eddie’s 25 and the reader is 24! Also listen to love of my life by harry styles to get the full angsty experience. Please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think! Enjoy xoxo
The moment you step into the bar, you realize how much you regret agreeing to go on a double date with Annie, her boyfriend, and their friend they’ve been wanting to set you up with for the last several weeks.
The bar is way too crowded. You just want to go home and watch some trashy show before going to bed. Your day was especially long today at the hospital and the last thing you wanted was to sit in a crowded bar packed like sardines.
You know you can’t get out of the date. You can’t even pretend to be sick when your best friend knows it’s a fat lie. You just don’t want to be here in this shitty bar with shitty beer and shitty food.
Keep reading
Stu Macher x Reader:When the Red Dahlias Bloom

T/W: cussing, mention of stalking
Chapter 1:Welcoming Woodsboro
Word Count: 3.2k
Song: You are my Destiny-Paul Anka 1958
For @jokenotfunny
August 1st, 1995
I set a beige box down. It was heavy, full of memories put into it. I thought maybe moving to a new town might be easy—well, easier. The last place my family had lived was a small quiet suburb just outside of Mississippi. I had a hard time standing out but also just as hard as fitting in. I had lived in Mississippi all my life but even now as I'm away from it I had no desire to go back to my old town and old ‘friends’.
My life in Mississippi was awful to say the least. No one liked me there and it was bliss that we had to move for my Mother‘s work. It took a day and a few hours to get to Woodsboro California but it was sure worth it. Every second. The minute I stepped foot out of the car and onto the grass of my new house I knew that this was the best decision ever. Now here I was—unboxing the last few boxes of furniture for my new room.
The house was spacious and very welcoming. A two story house excluding the attic outside of the main town. The exterior was a light off-white with a mid grey roof. Dark grey shutters had framed the windows and the door was a dark wooded auburn with a dark handle to the door. The last home owners had said the house was built in the seventies, yet it still had a modern look. Pillars lined outside of the house onto the porch where there was a wooden porch swing. a garden grew on the outside of the house creating a beautiful natural remedy to the house. Instead of fences outlining the backyard it was trees and forest, the place was… magical.
The interior was magical as well but nothing could compare to the outside. Stairs were what you saw as you went in but if you turned your head to either side there was a dining room to the left and living room to the right. Connecting both of the two was the kitchen and the door to the backyard. Paintings littered the wall of the first floor. Under the stair however was an empty bookcase connected to the stairs and a door to a tiny bathroom was placed conveniently in the middle of it all. The bathroom was small, and the tiles of the floor were cool, but the white paint of the room made it seem bigger than what it really was.
The second floor contained the bedrooms and two more bathrooms. As you went up the stairs you were met with a closet which hung coats and held old paintings and the such. A little table which held a vase of Red Dahlias and pictures of our family was right next to them. Right of the closet and table however was my parents room. My parents room was connected to their own bathroom. A queen sized bed was on the side of the room next to the window. The carpet upstairs was a soft dark grey and the bed matched the carpet perfectly. Drawers and a closet were near each other. Outside of their room and near the closet was a bathroom which I would now use most of the time. The bathroom had dark paint on the walls and a painting hung behind the toilet as a shower right next to it as well.
At the end of the hallway to the left was my own room. It had plenty of space. The walls were a light grey and a fan was on the ceiling which also held light. Turning the switch on the room was light and yellow. My desk which I had sat in a corner near my drawer. My window had white curtains. My bed is on the opposite side of my drawer and desk. Right next to my door however is my closet which had stairs to the attic inside of it.
Boxes had still riddled throughout the house however as we were not super human and could get unpacking done after a day of driving. I was let outside of the house however when I got most of my unpacking done. The remaining of my items were in a few boxes inside of my room waiting to be placed somewhere. Riding my bike into town as I didn’t have enough money to buy my own car and my parents didn’t trust me enough with their car all by myself I was stuck riding a bike to town from the middle of nowhere. It had also turned out that the neighbours were miles away from the house, the Becker family. I greeted them and told them I was their new neighbour. They seemed delighted to see a new face so I left the couple alone after saying goodbye.
As soon as I got into town I had listed every store I saw. K-mart, an ice cream parlour, a few shopping stores around the places… I’d say the town was pretty nice and had a lot of options. I had slid off my bike and saw a place I could chain my bike up. I ran up, chained it, and made note of where I had put it so I didn’t lose it. I had noticed a lot of people outside of their houses, mostly teenagers, but still, it was a friendly surprise.
I had been walking for a couple minutes before I had seen something that had caught my eye. At first I thought it was a few noisy teenagers but then I saw that it was a news crew. Cameras were set everywhere and the person who was the main focus was a woman in a green and spiky outfit. I quickly walked towards the crew and overheard them talking about a death which happened earlier in the year somewhere around this spot of town. I heard the reporter's name. Her name was Gale Weathers and she had commented on how the person who was accounted as guilty was framed, and she had a book on him and such.
Then suddenly she turned to people in the crowd and asked them how they felt about living in a town with a murderer on the loose and such. Multiple types of responses had surfaced and suddenly I was pulled into the camera's view and asked a series of questions.
“What do you feel about Cotton Weary being falsely accused of murder?”Gale Weathers said in a monotone reporter-like voice.
“Uhhh—I don’t—I’m not—I’m new into town, I just moved here, I really don’t know who Cotton Weary is, Ma’am..,”I had stumbled out.
“Hmm, are you aware of the murder of Mrs.Prescott?”She had Questioned
“No I’m not, sorry, I don’t think I’m exactly the type of person you’re looking for,” I chuckled out.
She puzzled to herself and pushed me away looking for once again, another person to interview on the accusations. I was alright with that happening however as I could hear about what had happened and other things. After getting bored shortly after I walked around a fountain nearby I strolled along to a diner feeling quite famished after my adventures around town. Songs were being played in the 50-60s based diner. It smelt of savoury foods and meat. Food to make your mouth salivate. I went up to a stool near a cash register and turned to my wallet seeing how much money I had. I only had enough for a milkshake and maybe fries.
“Hey sweetheart, ready to order?” A soothing voice had rolled out in front of me, catching me off guard.
My mouth was a bit agape looking up to see a handsome man with mid-length dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes,”uh—uhm, I am actually. Can I get a vanilla milkshake?”Snapping out of my gaze.
“You’ve got it sweetie, but are you sure you don’t want the chocolate?”he grinned looking towards me
“Now looking at you more clearly, are you from around here? I haven’t seen you around school. Maybe it’s because it's summer, huh?” He snickered.
“You’ve got me,” you say, putting your hands up defenseless, “I just moved here from a town right outside of Mississippi. I’m Y/N,” you go out to shake his hand, his rough hand grips yours tightly.
“Also, vanilla is the cheapest option so no, I don’t think I’ll get the chocolate,” you grinned with a cheeky smile.
“Alright Y/N, coming right up. Names Billy,” he said as he let go of your hand.
You kicked your feet as you pulled a magazine out of your bag to read it as you waited for your milkshake. Skimming through the thin pages you read a mini comic put on the side of the magazine. I was far too invested in the comic. I hadn't even noticed my milkshake had arrived and the waiter, Billy, had been scrolling the page from upside down.
“You seriously like that thing? It’s so stupid,”he smirked out.
You jumped not expecting someone’s voice.
“..yeah, it’s a good comic. I love Garfield. I read it in almost every newspaper ever! It is so not stupid!”you spat out but as soon as you said it you realized how childish you had sounded and immediately looked back down to read more of the adventures the orange cat has yet to go on. You felt your cheeks burn up.
Grabbing your vanilla milkshake you drank it hurriedly. Famin immediately leaves your body as it fills your empty insides. The flavour of icecream and vanilla flooded your mouth. Although your body still has yet to get solid foods the milkshake you had gotten would’ve subsided the hunger pains you would’ve definitely gotten if you hadn’t gotten the milkshake.
“No need to be in a hurry,” Billy had said, making you look up towards his eyes.
“Oh you have no idea, I’ve been needing some nutrition in my body all day,” flailing your body dramatically.
You both laughed and chatted for up to an hour. Just as it hit 5:00pm you got your wallet out and had paid for your milkshake as well as tipped Bill Loomis Humorously. He had also gotten your new house number in return.
Strutting out of the small diner it had hit golden hour. The trees outside Gad golden flakes scattered around the leaves. The hot sun heated your face and you felt as like everything that has ever happened in your life lifted. You never sinned, you’ve never done any bad thing in your life. You strolled down the now quieter town and the fresh air filled your lungs. Life was peaceful. You went to get your keys from your bag for your bike but once you got to where you had chained your bike it was nowhere to be seen. Your heart started to race from its once calm and collected nature. You immediately went into the place near where you had chained your bike up.
Going up to the counter of the store you rang the bell numerous times.
“Hello-o-o?”you questioned loudly and frantically.
A boy with spiky dirty blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes hurriedly opened the door, almost falling in the process. I was almost too mesmerized by his dashing looks. I forgot about my missing bike. He was better looking than Bill, and his worried look made it even better.
“Yes? Yes? I was on break but I guess not anymore, what do you need?”he asked in a bit of a serious tone although it seemed like he could be more of a goofy laid back kind of guy.
Remembering how my bike got stolen or was mistaken or just missing I stammered the words out to the god like being in front of me,”I think my bike got stolen from outside this store, did you see who took it? Please say you have! Please!”I begged. I could almost see something in him turn but it was unreadable. He looked at me pitifully.
“No, sorry, I haven’t. I'm sure if you need a ride I could get you one depending on how close we are. What’s your address?”
“Oh thank you so much, I have no way of going home except from my bike. I’m so grateful for you, you have no idea. My address is 1810 Calistoga Road,” I say, almost rambling from the sheer amount of adrenaline still filled in my body. He put his hands on my shoulders and made me realize I was practically vibrating.
“Calm down now, huh? Don’t need you to go exploding in my car. My shift ends in a few hours. Hopefully you can withstand that,” he chuckled to himself, seemingly getting relaxed,”That house, doesn’t it belong to the Georges’? Are you their granddaughter or something?” He expressed also through his hands in a gleeful tone.
“Oh, no, my parents and I just moved in from Mississippi. The Georges’ moved out of town. I’m not sure where to but hopefully somewhere sunny like Cali,” you started to smile again. Going around the counter to sit in the back with him,”My names Y/N by the way, you saved my ass,”
“Well Y/N, my name is Stuart Macher, but you can call me Stu little lady. You really scared the hell out of me back there when you started screaming,”he laughed lowly as he leaned against the counter and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah, sorry about that, I just got really freaked out by the whole ordeal. Hopefully you can forgive me for that—please don’t hold a grudge against me until I die a painful and sufferable death, please-e-e,” you prolonged with a goofiness in your voice, as well as putting your hands together in a pleading way.
“Don’t worry about it, I can live without a grudge knowing you die a painfully slow suffering death now that you’ve said it!” You both laugh, tears welled up in your eyes as he made a few more comments about the situation at hand.
At around 7:00pm he walked towards the door, turning the once opened sign to a closed sign and locking the door.
“So this whole job is just a summer job?”you ask.
“Yeah-h-h, my folks wanted me to be more responsible and turns out I’m not the only one with a summer job! My friend Billy got a job across town at a diner. So I’m not the only one who has to suffer this painful ass job thing,”he complains, making a few jokes here and there.
After locking up the back door he—we headed for the car. I had no idea which one was his so I just beelined straight behind him.
“Are you going to sit on my lap or something? Go on the other side!” He howled laughing at my antics. Heat rose to my face as I laughed alongside him at myself.
Going to the other side of the car I heard the click of the lock and opened up the door and plopped myself into the small vehicle. I bounced up and down on the couchy seat and grabbed the seat belt and buckled myself in.
“Let’s go, my trusty steed!”I yelled victoriously. The car roared in response and then we were off. The car zipped through town but instead of the route to my house we went to the diner.
“I forgot to mention but my friend Billy also gets a ride from me—so! He’ll just have to sit in the back,” He winked at me. He raised his hand up and ferociously slammed it onto the horn. A loud ‘BEEEEP’ could be heard all throughout town. The back door of the diner was immediately opened and banged against the wall of the diner. Stuart rolled down the window.
“Sorry baby, you have to sit in the back this time, we have company,” Stuart said before doing an erratic shaking of his hands.
“God damnit Stu,”Bill had said, annoyed but as he looked through the window and saw me I waved my hand at him.
“Oh, it’s just Y/N, never mind,”Bill said and rested his face and opened the car door.
“You know Billy?”
“Course I know him! I went to the diner earlier today to get a milkshake,”
“Oh-h-h, alright,” he said with a goofy grin.
The ride back home was loud and the boy bickered as if I wasn’t in the car. Although I joined in the arguments at times I could help but laugh at them. Bil was dropped off first. The car was comfortably silent until I said something which seemed to stiffen Stuart up.
“Thanks a lot Stuart, you doing this means a lot. Maybe we can hang out some time? I’ll leave my number with you if you want,”
“Really it’s no problem Y/N, you and your pretty face can ask for a car ride anytime, though I would take that ‘hang out’ thing anytime darlin’,” he snickered
I smiled at him and leaned back looking out the window and listening to the music currently playing on the radio. I hummed along with the song as trees passed and animals ran across the sides. This town was peaceful.. maybe I can actually have a good life here..?
As the car pulled up at the driveway I said thank you once again as I left, leaving my number with him. Running up to the auburn door I knocked three times very firmly. I looked down towards my watch and noticed that the time was already 9:17pm! I had missed dinner and practically every important meal today but I was too tired to care, hopefully my parents would feel the same. If they didn’t… I would just say I got a meal out in the town at the diner. No need to stress out about food. My parents took too long to open the door so I summed it up to them already being asleep and grabbed the spare key under the mat and unlocked the door. I didn’t realize Stuart was still here so I waved him off and said goodbye and goodnight once again this night.
Going in I took off my shoes near the door and placed them out of the way. Going to the kitchen I got some water, drinking cup after cup. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until this moment but I just kept on drinking and refilling my cup. Finally once I was full and hydrated I hurriedly went up the stairs, did my nightly routine in the bathroom and smashed myself into my bed. I immediately passed out. I felt so.. happy. Today was a great beginning. I wouldn’t think that for much longer though. I could feel something or someone staring at me through the window as I fell asleep but I paid no mind as it could’ve easily just been a stray dog or raccoon.
Still, you couldn’t help but wonder… what if?
I AM IN LOVE WITH IR EDDIE AND SEVEN SERIES BUT HEAR ME OUT what if sev had a lil childish crush on Eddie but didn’t understand it and asked the group (including Steve, Nacy, Jonathan) AND MAYBE if sev got jealous of Crissy and some point (this doesn’t have to affect the story line I was just curious) BUT LIKE HEAR ME OUT FR WHO WOULDNT HAVE A CRUSH ON EDDIE???
omg ! this made me laugh so much 😭 and i feel like you read my mind because i had an idea for sev, where she has a crush on gareth and patrick 🫣
small headcannon for:
eddie x platonic! experiment! reader (seven/sev)
- but yeah, the week she was with eddie, she sort of grew a small crush on him, because she wasn’t used to attention like that
- so she didn’t really understand it, but once she was with steve she was thinking ; “oh. well if you’re my brother, and you remind me of eddie for some reason, then i guess i actually just like eddie as a brother 🤨” (tbh she’s still confused) + she already called him her brother to steve at some point, so she refuses to tell anyone about it 🤭
- because it’s like she grew up wanting to be literally just like him, hence the music , hair , and (some of) her clothes and just style in general.
- but in reference to the crush thing and you reading my mind, it’s canon in this universe that she starts to have crushes on people that are older than her 😭
(this is a call out for myself btw and me about to be a senior is taking a toll on me send help 😐)
- her crush on gareth and patrick are pretty much like on the show kenan and kel, (if you haven’t seen it, you should it’s so good 😭)
- but pretty much kenan’s sister had a huge crush on his best friend kel, and it was literally so obvious 😭 or like the show my brother and me, where one of the brother’s friends is constantly trying to get with their sister and she’s always just like : no 😐
- but yeah, everyone knows about it and dustin and lucas snitch to steve and eddie about it all the time
- cue sev just popping up at gareth’s locker, asking him to help her with things after school, or go places with her, not realizing that she’s asking him out.
- so just as he’s about to accept, you just see eddie just coming out of nowehere and interrupting them eveytime, dragging sev away and doing that weird “i’m watching you” gesture to gareth
-gareth is honestly clueless about it, so whenever eddie does that and just shakes his head and mutters “for shame, gareth. for shame 😐” he’s just like, “the hell did i do, now?” because yes it’s a recurring situation , and yes eddie is always watching
- with patrick it’s kind of different, yes he knows, but he obviously isn’t going to do anything about it
- like he’s flattered but girl you’re fifteen, anddd he’s about to graduate 🧍🏾♀️
- but he appreciates it and doesn’t hurt your feelings or anything.
- unfortunately him complimenting you back and saying things like, “any guy who rejects you would be stupid.” he was talking about gareth, because you two are closer in age than you and patrick are.
- that doesn’t do what he thinks it does, so when he closes his locker the day after that, to you holding a stack of rare ass sports cards he’s just like “aww shit, i think i made it worse.”
- thankfully (but not really) big brother!steve found out because lucas and dustin live for the drama
- so one day he and eddie decided to hold an intervention for you
- it’s pretty much just steve bursting into your room, while eddie sits on the couch downstairs waiting for his cue
- steve really wasn’t going to say anything, thinking “it’s just harmless crushes 😊”
- but once he found out that you blew your allowance on an entire drumset and sports cards because wow! those were expensive! he can’t take it anymore
“okay i could handle your little crush/infatuation/obsession with munson down there!-
- because yes, he knew, how he found out was beyond you, but it was too late to deny it now.
“shut up i do no-“ you were cut off by him waving his hand dismissingly
“or even for your little things for those two!” he exclaimed pointing at the poster over your dresser and bed of kirk hammett and kelly lebrock. “uhh, kurt hamlet or whatever!”
“kirk hammet?! steve what are you babbling on about?!” you were so confused.
“but this crush on patrick has to dial down, at least a notch!” he stressed
“yeah, and gareth too.” eddie included, as he now stood, leaning on your doorframe.
“why? i’m not doing anything wrong! it’s you four that keep butting in! besides, it’s not like they’ll ever like me back! so you all can just screw off!” you yelled at them, kicking them out of your room, and slamming the door in their face with your powers.
- so that was productive!
- anyways you didn’t speak to steve, eddie, dustin, lucas, gareth, or patrick! for like two weeks.
- it’s like you became a ghost! they literally just didn’t see you in that time, and it’s like if they caught a glimpse of you, in the next second you were just gone 🤨
- dustin and lucas were hurt because you’d prefer to be around mike and max, than them? max, they understand but mike???
“maybe if you two just left her alone, she’d still be hanging out with you.” max and mike made fun of them one day.
- you forgave them all eventually and even talked to patrick and gareth once in your shared study hall, apologizing for if you ever made them uncomfortable.
“it’s okay, you’re good. was just a harmless crush.” patrick dismissed.
“wait she had a crush on me?” gareth asked him after you left when the bell rang.
- besides you had moved on now
- now focusing on the types of things that chrissy and tina, might be into… 😼😼😼
(not erica’s friend tina btw, the one that madelyn cline played in season 2 ! )
a/n: thank you for fueling this idea of mine anon, i actually want to write an actual mini-chapter about this now ! 🤭or even just a list of all the people she’s had crushes on and why 😭
I have a question about our dear Y/N in the eddie series! is she gonna be interested in DnD and hellfire or is she too cool for that? I can imagine her being mesmerised by the dice very early after escaping, rolling a 7 and just pointing to herself like “me :)”
omg yes! after eddie taught her some of the basics when she was with him for that one week, she was really hooked!
- i just love the thought of sev playing around with one of the die in eddie’s trailer while he’s getting the rest of the game set up, and when he goes to sit back down and show her how to play the game, everytime he rolls it lands on a seven and he’s just like “weird 🤨” and after the like 10th time it happens he just looks over the die and realizes that every side says 7 because she changed it with her powers 😭
- of course he didn’t realize this because it was a new die he’d never used before and just assumed it was an error in the making of it 😐 so he just gave it to you because-
“heh, well that’s a funny coincidence!” 🧍🏾♀️
- i like to throw in little hints of how much eddie influenced her into the person she became, as she grew up.
such as her style, the music she listens to, her playing the guitar, and dnd!
- but to further answer your question, she didn’t play that much after leaving him.
- she would mostly just sit on the side and watch as the other boys played (like at the end of season 1), and sometimes when the boys were really into it, she would be sneaky and use her powers to keep making them roll sevens 😭
- they caught on pretty fast though 🫤 so she just stuck to making mike roll numbers that would badly affect his character, when she was feeling petty.
- in my season 3 part 2 chapter, you’ll see her with will, when he keeps trying to get the boys to play. spoiler: at one point her and will just ditch the group and play a one-shot.
- in regards to the hellfire club, she would be apart of it! but sometimes, like lucas, she probably wouldn’t be able to make it due to her other extracurriculars
- but after seeing eddie’s disappointment of her not being anle to make it, she would definitely go to her coaches sometimes like-
“coach, i don’t know what’s going on with me! i was feeling fine earlier and now my nose won’t stop bleeding!”
- of course she just made her nose bleed and her forehead hot to the touch, so that they would think she was sick and send her home.
- when in reality as soon as she was out of sight, she’d just make her way to the drama room like-
“hey guys, i made my coaches think i was sick! can i still join today’s campaign?”
- steve scolds her the whole car ride home for lying, after picking her up that night because he got a call while at work saying that-
“y/n had excessive nosebleeds and her forehead and neck were burning up! she had a temp of 103.2!” the nurse rambled worriedly.
- but that doesn’t stop her from doing it in the future 😭
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a/n : sorry for such a long response ! i ramble way too often to just give simple yes or no answers 😭