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steveharrington · 2 days

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major hornets nest moment here but i must speak my truth. its so fascinating to me how will byers was clearly written with the driving motivation and intention of making him a beloved fan favorite character and instead he falls so flat that, if you asked the average casual viewer of the show who doesn't engage in the fandom like, say, your coworker, the odds of him even being in their top five of favorite characters is pretty low.

will's disappearance kicks off the plot, singlehandedly. the first episode is literally called the vanishing of will byers. his name is shouted so much in the first season that most people would recognize the reference if you used the right cadence and desperation that winona ryder does. after not being featured much in season one, you'd think season two would've just like launched will/noah schnapp into stardom with how much more screentime he's given and how dramatic his plot is that season. but instead the fan favorites of season 2 were by and large el, hopper, dustin, steve, max, even bob who's barely there. that's not to say that there AREN'T will fans out there (and online i understand there are like entire armies dedicated to him/byler, but i'm talking about the average opinion of viewers as a whole, not just in fandom spaces) but think about all the stranger things merch you see in stores, the halloween costumes, the characters that appear in promotional materials when the show has partnerships with brands....will is so rarely featured. idk if any of yall ever got the chance to visit the stranger things pop up shop in any of its various locations, but there was such little mention of will in the stores theming or merchandise that it was almost funny. actually it WAS funny, to me, someone who does not care for him

i think the flop can be attributed to many things. one, noah schnapp is just not a very good actor and he doesn't have the same appeal in his performances that millie, sadie, caleb, gaten, priah, or finn do (although finn i've noticed is also kinda falling out of favor from majority audiences). one could argue that noah schnapp intentionally isn't given much to do, which is true and i'll circle back to that, but the decline in his acting between seasons 2 and 3 is truly a sight to behold. when he's not like tied up and screaming, he reallllllly struggles on the smaller scale performances compared to the other cast members his age. he doesn't really have the charm that gaten does or the humor that priah does or the depth that caleb does. (i don’t feel bad about saying this, btw, given noah schnapp’s behavior)

back to the vanishing of will byer's screen time. my beloved prettymuchit's eric striffler commented on how diminished will and mike's roles in the story have become in s4. "noah schnapp is below the grips on the call sheet" is my fav line, but he also makes an observation on finn's role that i think is soooo accurate. when mike and will are kneeling down next to the pizza dough freezer and watching el just kinda twitch while she fights vecna in her mind, eric and his co-host miles say "this is so embarrassing! finn's like, 'oh so gaten's fighting the monster? and i'm kneeling next to a tub at a pizza place? i used to be this show" and i think the same exact sentiment can be superimposed onto will

but i think this happened naturally, as the nature of the show is to shift its focus from character to character. not to mention the duffer brothers' obsession with tweaking their story to give audiences what they want. i've always held the belief that there isn't one main character of stranger things, rather a rotating circle of characters depending on the season you're watching. season one is mike, season two is hopper, season three is el, season four is max imo. again that's a little subjective and arguments could be made to swap those a little, but overall i think those characters stories and point of views take center stage during each of their respective seasons. by season 3, the duffers wanted to kick things up to a larger scale. the UD is no longer targeting just will, it's targeting the entire town. this works because a THIRD season in a row where this one kid specifically gets possessed would just be bonkers, so they kinda had to let him take a backseat. i'm not sure why they didn't let will be more involved in the mystery-solving portion of season 3....to this day that decision baffles me, but what's done is done and the will that everyone watched in season 3 literally just kinda follows everyone around and gets a small little slice of a plotline about wanting things to go back to normal, but alas

it like totally worked, though. though there are MANY complaints commonly made about season 3, i've never heard anyone offline complain that there wasn't enough will byers. i think the group in s3 that had the most success like, commercially, would be scoops troop and then a bit farther back i think most audiences enjoyed hopper/joyce/murray's dynamic. i think if there had been a huge outcry in the minimizing of will's role, the duffers would've backpedaled immediately. they aim to please. they can't even commit to killing of a main character out of fear that audiences will lose interest if we permanently lose hopper or max, so they just do some creative writing that allows them to milk the emotional consequence of those characters deaths without actually writing them off. if audiences on a large scale demanded that will be center stage, he would be. but they dont!

final point: i think will gets fucked over by the duffers obsession with romance. in season one, two of will's strongest dynamics are with his mom and brother. which like, yeah. theyre his immediately family and he is 12. but in seasons 2 and 3, jonathan spent all his screen time with nancy and from 2-4, joyce has spent all her screen time either with hopper or in the pursuit of finding hopper. these characters are written together as a package deal, typically. it was refreshing and unexpected to see jonathan get a whole season with a friend of his very own and his siblings, but they barely took advantage of that. jonathan and will get ummmm one (1) scene to talk about their emotions in a fucking 20 hour season. it's hard for will to be a main character when he rarely gets to interact with the people that make up the other half of his main dynamics.

as for byler, im of the belief that it will not be endgame because i just don't think they're going to break up mike and el at this point. i could be completely wrong and stand corrected, but im like 90% sure lol. i do think that will's s4 storyline resonated with a lot of people. even eric striffler! i think the issue is that the vastttt majority of people who watch this show above the age of like 15 do not feel invested about the romantic relationships between any of the kids. because why would they!!! theyre literally in middle school for 3/4 of the show. you would be hard pressed to find a vocal will stan online who doesn't also dedicate 90% of their engagement with the show to byler. which makes sense, because most if not all of will's scenes revolve around mike to some degree. but according to neilsen, the majority of stranger things audience is consistently in the 18-49 age range season by season. its more likely for adult audiences to identify with adults (or characters who are narratively treated like adults, like steve and nancy) than with any of the kids. esp when the kid in question, despite being written as the focal point of the show, has less relevant plotlines, less interaction with other characters, and an actor who just doesn't deliver on charm the way his fellow younger costars do

#two ppl asked for it in the inbox so voila

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fizzigigsimmer · 2 months

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This has been nibbling at me for days, but "Billy's Fantasy Girl" is such a weird awkward as fuck inclusion in the VR game. Allowing for the fact that I am not male, and I do not know for certain how the average hetero dude is conceptualizing their existence and processing their deepest desires and insecurities, but it just feels incredibly clunky and odd that Vecna is filtering Billy's weaknesses through a female of no face and name.

Do men project their weaknesses onto their partners and search for meaning within their relationships just as much as women do? Abso-fucking-lutely. My issue is not with Billy's Fantasy Girl's existence within his psyche, but with how she exists and why she exists. FG exists to reveal to the audience something about Billy. Several things, in truth. One of them, quite deftly, that Billy has all the insecurities of a budding abuser himself. His fantasy woman is someone so broken and desperate that she will put him first in everything, because he's the only one or thing that can make her feel like she has any kind of value or presence in the world (because that's how he feels). And before anyone climbs down my throat about it, lets just all agree that this is the bed soil of many a toxic relationship.

Because Billy is never going to find that, the resentment/pain/frustration will continue to build and it is likely he will seek to control his partners in the future and try to force them into the shape he needs - keep them locked in the trunk and by his side. We see the seeds of this developing in the canon with him and Max. He cares about her whether he's accepted that or not, and when she steps outside the box or does things that put her or him in harms way he lashes out.

The second thing FG exists to do of course is flip the script and show us just how broken Billy is. How worthless and desperate he feels, because he is a victim right now. More important than any potential abuse he could visit on some imaginary girlfriend or wife of the future is the abuse Billy has suffered and is suffering right now, which has made him the perfect target for The Mind Flayer - an abuser, who has literally come along to tell Billy that he's seen, understood, and he can have everything he wants if he just literally gives up control of his self and devotes himself to the monster and his monstrous desires.

All of that tracks, and is frankly the kind of deep exploration of trauma cycles that the Duffer Brothers failed to do. My issue with it is that there were much cleaner ways to make the same points, without filtering Billy through a female lens. Choosing to focus on a female and filter Billy through that female is what we call A Choice. They did not need to do it, and in just about every way there were easier ways to get the same points across without risking loosing less media literate players in the muddy waters of nuance, metaphor, and symbolism.

We could have seen Billy filtered through the eyes of the wounded child again. Vecna could have promised him a picture perfect family, like maybe his mom never left, or maybe he gets to punish her for leaving and Neil for being a piece of shit. IDK there are just dozens and dozens of ways they could have shown us he is love starved and just as desperate to give up control as he is to control his world, without literally forcing the audience to imagine a female and then saying - this is Billy btw. LOL like, y'all don't understand. Choices were made.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #vr game spoilers I guess

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lunaraindrop · 1 year

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I just had the most awesome, craziest plot bunny for Steddie fic!

dragon!Steve

Hear me out. Everything is the same (except Eddie and Max made it out okay-ish, like in the hospital), but basically the same. El still has powers. The kids and Eddie still play DnD. Steve is still protective. Life goes on. They try to get back to normal. But that is hard.

In one of the campaigns, dragons are brought up. How they have a hoard. And how a dragon is probably what could actually take down the very real Vecna.

Too bad dragons aren't real.

In a strange twist of fate, we find out that the Harringtons...aren't exactly human. While Steve's parents have basically left town to bask in their wealth, aka "sit on their hoard," Steve....never hoarded wealth. His hoard is his friends. His favorite "jewel" is a hyperactive, sensitive metal head.

But the Harringtons never explained any of this dragon stuff to him. Just a call on his 20th birthday saying, "Oh yeah, btw son. You are 20 now. You are probably going to have strange urges to collect things, and maaaaybe breathe fire and turn into a creature at will to protect said things. Okay, great! Bye!"

And Steve, poor Steve, is so confused. He gets the fire and the fucking creature turning thing (which actually just makes him even more pretty instead of a scary beast. Show off), but what strange urges? The lore his friends present to him just doesn't make sense. While they're watching him closely to make sure he doesn't try to rob a bank or some art museum, all Steve wants to do is...hang out with them. (And maybe cuddle Eddie, but he's too embarrassed to lean into that urge as much as he wants to)

Dustin is the one to figure out that *they* are his hoard (horde).

So...yeah. dragon!Steve and his horde

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #the party #steve harrington's bad parents #dragon!steve

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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Hiii! I was wondering if u could do daddy!steve/eddie X reader one shot where the reader is having a bad dream and she wakes up crying and calling for her daddy and he comforts her and helps her go back to sleep💗

I love your posts btw <33

You're Safe With Me

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!eddie x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, talk about nightmares, light mentions of Vecna, tiny bit of angst?, fluff

A/n: I love Eddie so much and I'm so happy to write for him now!

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Running. You were running as fast you could away from Vecna when you tripped over something and-

Your eyes shoot open and you sat upright to take in your surroundings seeing that you were in Eddie's bedroom and the only thing missing is him.

It's dark in the room and you're alone without your Daddy to protect you. You started to tear up and feel a lot more scared now.

"Daddy?" you called out but got nothing in return.

You didn't notice that you started crying until a tear hit your hand that was holding tightly onto the stuffie that Eddie got you when he found out about your little space.

"Daddy!" you tried again and jumped a little when the door suddenly opened and in came Eddie.

He had slightly damp hair that he was drying with a towel and only wore some boxers and his Hellfire shirt.

He threw the towel on a chair and rushed over to you when he saw you were sobbing and holding your arms out for him.

"Hey, hey, what happened baby?" he worried while getting on the bed and letting you climb on his lap.

He placed his hands on either side of your face and made you look at him. He tucked some of your hair away that stuck on your face and wiped the tears away.

"Do you wanna tell me what made my angel so upset?" he asked and you hesitated for a second but Eddie gave you some reassuring kisses.

"He got me," you said and saw the confused look on Eddie's face. "Da monster got me"

It finally clicked in his head and he instantly wrapped his arms around you, letting you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Shh, you're okay, you're safe with me. Daddy's gonna protect you" he whispered to calm you down and started to rub your back.

Eddie was rocking from side to side with you until your sobs were only quiet sniffles and your breathing was at a normal pace.

"You feeling better now, baby?" you hummed and closed your eyes. "Do you want a bottle or something? I can warm one up real quick"

You whined when he was about to move you from his lap.

"No. Just wan you..." you mumbled and held his shirt in your fist tight.

When you started to suck on your thumb Eddie reached over to his nightstand and grabbed your black paci that had the words Little Rockstar on it, removed your thumb, and quickly replaced it with the paci when you stirred.

He sighed in relief when you got settled again and kissed your head, draping the blanket over the both of you.

"Goodnight angel"

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starbylers · 3 months

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This is a response to the person who sent me an ask about their doubt last week, just hiding it below incase people don’t want to see that :)

For context this is an in-depth explanation of:

Why Mike’s monologue had to happen

Hi! And yeah of course I can try. I fully understand why the monologue is throwing you off and as someone who doesn’t believe Mike was consciously lying you’ve come to the right place lol. I explained a little more about why I think that in the tags here if you wanted to read more about that perspective. I’ll probably link to a few other posts in this aswell because it ties into a lot of stuff I’ve made Byler analyses about before.

So the thing you said about his arc being ‘does he love her or not?’ is what I think is causing the issue, because that isn’t Mike’s arc. You’re right in that that’s the question that is being posed to the audience at face value, but that’s not his character journey. I have a long post about this here but essentially, the core driving force of a character cannot be another person—Mike needs to, and does, have his own personal inner conflicts which the Byler perspective provides (pressure to perform being grown up which is made incredibly obvious to us in s3, and dealing with the tumultuous process of figuring out that he is not straight in s4—I personally don’t think he’s there yet though, I think the full realisation of why he’s been having all these problems with Will & El is still to come).

The perspective of ‘yes he does’ love her just because he said the words is the crux of the entire plot twist, because it’s the conclusion people inevitably come to when they don’t pay attention to the details. (I don’t mean this insultingly at all btw! The whole thing is very subtle and easy to misinterpret). And ST is all about details, something which has been told to us by the creators and is also obvious in their use of foreshadowing/hinting/referencing in all aspects of the show, not just Byler.

Mike’s arc didn’t finish a season early. This has even been told to us i.e. by David talking about how s5 will pay off big characters including Mike, and Finn himself saying Mike still has a ‘journey’ to complete, and also just the fact that we don’t have the final season means no-one’s arcs are complete because the story isn’t complete. The fact that a “love confession” occurred at the midpoint (s4/5 are basically intended as two halves of one story—post explaining this here) is what makes it extremely obvious that Mlvn is not the conclusion of this tale.

The monologue can probably be said to have many purposes, but here are the main ones to me:

It presents a solution that ultimately ends in disaster, and associates that disaster with Mike and El’s romance. The monologue is so, so important in showing that Mike and El’s love did not, could not save the day. That it wasn’t strong enough—further proof from the script here. It shows that El got what she thought she wanted, only to discover it wasn’t what she really needed. It may have helped save her but it didn’t help her achieve her goals (save Max, kill Vecna). Kind of a metaphor for their entire relationship lol. It’s also supposed to show that not even an ‘I love you’ can fix their issues—they literally don’t speak afterwards. I’m not sure El’s fully processed all this yet, but figuring it out is what’s going to drive her arc towards self-actualisation and allow her to win next season.

It furthers the miscommunication plot between Mike and Will. It’s an indisputable fact that Will’s lie influenced that monologue. (We can tell just by watching but it’s also in the script if we needed even more proof lol. Not to mention: the track that plays behind it is You’re The Heart. The episode is called The Piggyback. Will’s face is right over Mike’s shoulder when he says ‘I love you’—Will is integral to and inseparable from that confession). That is so important, and something we’re supposed to notice. The whole point of the monologue is who’s really behind it (aka who’s really behind the painting & words that drove Mike’s speech), because this sets the stage for the Byler confrontation next season. It’s literally the Benverly poem plot from IT, something we know the Duffers have taken inspiration from.

If Mike hadn’t gone through with it, there would be no movement forward in the story, we’d enter s5 with exactly the same plot we just watched in s4—Mike trying to say he loves his girlfriend for the literal third season in a row. It’s boring, it’s not good entertainment. Mike finally saying it (and yet there still being problems between them & it occurring under questionable circumstances) pushes development in the narrative, sets up new conflict for the next season. Or, if Mlvn had decided to break up because of Mike not saying it in s4, that would’ve led to Byler becoming painfully obvious and ruining the twist they’ve been setting up for literal seasons. Everyone knows Will loves Mike, and if Mlvn broke up in that same season the entire audience would see the ending of the show coming from a mile away. Remember, Byler is being written as a plot twist. It’s very likely tied up with the supernatural plot too.

The content of the monologue itself is supposed to demonstrate precisely why Mlvn are finished, why they don’t work, and should raise people’s eyebrows about the legitimacy of Mike’s “confession”. Like you said…he remembered her t-shirt lol. It’s impersonal, nothing about why he loves her or what he loves about her; he literally, proveably, lies in it and anyone can verify that by watching s1; and he makes comparisons to superheroes which is the exact opposite of what El needs (her whole issue is thinking she’s either the monster or the superhero, when what she really needs is to stop thinking in such a binary, and learn to be El the teenage girl, the sister, the daughter, the friend, the human being, and find her power in that).

And something else they purposefully do this season is give us examples of other love confessions to contrast and show how ingenuine Mike’s really is: Jancy & Will (not my original post! I just expanded on op’s point).

Now as I said before I don’t think Mike intentionally lied. My opinion is that he knows deep down something is not right with their relationship and that he doesn’t feel how he should, but after Will’s speech and encouragement he choses to believe that he can love her, that he can be what she needs (except it’s not what she needs, it’s what Will needs lol). So not lying, but the monologue is basically a desperate attempt to a) grasp at straightness and b) save her life. He’s in denial, and also terrified of her dying. Very bad combo.

So yeah there’s my reasoning :) what you were saying about the potential of a familial ‘I love you’ is true, yeah it could’ve ended the plot line. But that’s the kind of thing that should be a conclusion to the entire story, something that occurs right before victory not disaster. Because then what would the implication be? That El’s family’s love isn’t enough for her to save the world?

And the way they will explain the monologue is so simple. It’s Will. It’s Will’s feelings that inspired Mike. All that needs to happen is for Mike to realise that, and the audience will realise it along with him. Mike: I only said that because of how much Will loves me? Audience: Oh! So he doesn’t actually love her! It’s Will, Will is who he’s meant to be with! It’s a classic ‘the person who was right in front of them all along’ trope. Once people understand that, it basically makes truly romantic interpretations of the monologue invalid.

I can’t say exactly how the ending will play out—I expect we’ll see the cracks in Mlvn shatter rapidly as s5 progresses, maybe more arguing/demonstration of their incompatibility or El asking Mike to say it to her face and he still can’t, Mike and Will simultaneously getting closer and it becoming increasingly obvious that Mike is in love—but I’m choosing to trust they’ll do it justice. Mike’s monologue is just a key turning point in the larger story.

Also just one last thing, you said he seems sincere and I do agree but I think it’s because his fear in that moment is extremely real, and there are truths within his monologue i.e. that he doesn’t want to lose her etc. so that’s where it’s coming from in my opinion :)

#byler #anti mileven #sorry anon I meant to respond earlier but this week got hectic with those leaks lol #anyway here you go <3 #this is very long btw but I wanted to cover all bases

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stranger-rants · 2 months

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Hi, did you watch the new stranger things game that just came out? I found the full walkthrough video on YouTube and there is an entire chapter dedicated to Billy’s possession, which shows the horrible things Vecna says to him while he is trapped inside his mind. SPOILER ALERT (just in case):

Some of them are:

“This is what the world does to people who are no longer of use. And you have never been of use to anyone, Billy.”

“Are you lost, Billy?Want me to call your mommy for you?” “Doesn’t look like he has one of those” “but everyone has a mom!” “Not so, my infernal friend… not when you are utterly unlovable. You know anything about that, billy? What is it like to be so hard to love that everyone leaves you?”

“About eight years from now, Sammy’s elderly father will start shaking him mid argument. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Sons are such a disappointment. Why didn’t you take out the trash? Why didn’t you hit the home run? Why didn’t you make your mom stay?”

And there is also a flashback of Billy helping out Max with a bruise she got while skateboarding… but that’s in Max’s chapter, which is the last.

I’m still shocked by the amount of content we got thanks to this game btw, and a lot of it regarding billy wasn’t even super clear so it would be so interesting to see meta analysis of that!

Thanks for reading btw, have a good day <3

I have not watched or played any ST games, but I appreciate the information. Why is everything we learn about Billy so much sadder? :(

#asks

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givehimthemedicine · 2 months

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house arrest and boarded up homes

I was thinking about how the only times we ever see Vecna anywhere except at the Creel house (I mean literally in Vecna form) it's in visions, right? which he's conducting from the UD attic, really? can he leave the house?

so then I got thinking about all the "trapped at home" themes on ST and especially the boarded up exits in visions. far from a new revelation, there's not really gonna be anything "new" in this post - but I never realized how extensive it is (this isn't even attempting to be a complete roundup due to photo limit) or thought about what that means for him

OKAY Creelers, your homes are prisons... we got it... smth smth Karen trying to trap her kids at home and in turn being trapped there herself by allying with Brenner...

anyway onto the actual horror boards thing - not all Vecna visions have them.

Fred's visions, Chrissy's clock and bathroom visions, and Max's clock, mom and Billy visions do not have the boards imagery. those are also all the ones which happened outside of or not involving their homes, both in terms of the vision's setting and where the victim physically was while experiencing it.

but the visions set inside of homes got boards [and those are all also the ones experienced while inside of homes irl, though not necessarily those same homes] - the Cunningham house in Chrissy's final vision, the lab in Nancy's (not a house but was technically his home for most of his life, and is referred to as home by Brenner), and ofc Max's in the Creel house.

(honorable mention for Victor's war vision, which wasn't boarded up in the sense of the others, but it was both experienced from and set in a home, and there is some very similar blue-lit-boards imagery in the bombed house. I know there's some question as to who actually did this one but it sorta works)

and when we get to the actual Creel house, whoooboy do we go hard on the boards thing. both in the sense of the IRL house being all boarded up so that the kids have to pry plywood off that door to get in, and of the actual horror boards vision being so much more extensive than Chrissy's or Nancy's.

btw guess how many different boarded up exits Max encounters in her vision? 4. teehee get it

ok, any more homes/boards stuff outside of the st4 visions?

this is kinda Will trying to escape his house, the UD of it anyway. and depending in what way Will's UD experience was affected by what went on in the RU, consider the impys of Lonnie "repairing" that hole, from Will's pov. even if Will didn't literally get the horror boards treatment in there, as a result of this, still. Themes TM

and then much later we have Jon and Nancy boarding up the broken cabin window. yeah I know this is to stop bad guys getting in, not good guys getting out. but is it giving "horror boards but from the wrong pov" again? is this any support for the idea of the final scene being Will's Vecna vision?

and then of course there's the way that that cabin was El's former home, yet also very much a place she wanted to escape from - as was every other place El has ever called home, however briefly. in most cases the word "prison" actually does pop up eventually:

and then there's the mind lair being the fubar Creel house, and the fact that in no mind lair scenes do we ever see Vecna set foot outside of the bounds of the house, right?

in the Dear Billy vision, when it was Vecna in Max's head, he was able to chase her all around the graveyard when she ran. but when Max somehow got into his head, and then Kate Bushed it outta there, he just stood there looking grumpy and tried to stop her by making house parts fall on her, like he couldn't follow her.

[side note: if he HAD scored a direct hit, what then? send a vine out to drag her back? he stopped her that way before, why didn't he just do that again? can his vines not reach beyond the bounds of the mindscape house either?]

even the Piggyback moment where El comes-to and sees him carrying Max in (which. WHY?) he's already well within the house area.

thematically it makes sense that he would be trapped in his own mindscape. psychologically stuck in his trauma... prison of his own making type of thing.. etc etc

image limit. go on without me:

"they're still with me (taps head) in here"

Vecna getting trapped against one of those pillars in his own mindscape by El

boarded up doors imagery vs Flayed Billy and VecnaChrissysmom "open the goddamn door" (not to mention a trillion other instances of "open the door" and door imagery)

Victor telling the story of their home and his trauma from in an actual prison cell (nvm the whole Hopper prison plot)

Kali / Brenner / festering

Pennhurst "can't they just escape?" "they could, but the vast majority choose to be here"

leave your train station

and the only time I can think of that we see Vecna physically outside his house in the UD is when Nancy shoots him though the (boarded up) attic window, after which he disappears somehow. was whatever happened there (at least in part) a consequence of having gone out-of-bounds?

lab duels / if you leave your circle, you lose

Terry stuck reliving her trauma in her dream circle

you have already lost / no you have... etc etc

on first watch I figured he could do whatever and go wherever he wanted but chose to stay at home (like how Will hid at home in the UD)(actually ig I'm basing that on a lot of assumptions) but actually I don't see support for that unless I'm missing something huge.

anyway. just me rolling in the themes like a dog in poop 👍

#bro was forced to touch grass and it killed him. rip #but the prison references. constant. it is CONSTANT #givehimthemedicine analysis #mine #analysis #(owens voice) you son of a bitch!!! (me finding more patterns of 4 connected to Max)#vecna

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pixidivine · 4 days

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I really hope that Will doesn’t have big powers like El (other than feeling Vecna which could already be considered as a pretty important power) for many reasons

1- Firstly, for Will himself, we know because of the van scene that Will kind of hate himself because he’s "so different from other people" like he said. And I don’t think him having powers, that would make him even more different form everybody, from his friends (except El for obvious reasons). That would just make him hate himself even more and that’s not what we need for our boy, he already has so many trauma he doesn’t need to feels even more different.

2- Two, for byler or to be exact, for Mike. One of the many reasons of why mlvn is not a healthy relationship is because Mike looks like he thinks El is superior to him because of her powers (my opinion btw), he calls her a superhero and everything. So if Will has powers, Will the boy he knew all his life, I don’t think it would do them any good.

So here you have it, that my opinion but if you’d like to add things or just explain why you think that no him having powers is a good thing feel free to comment on it ! I’m open to any opinion :)

#byler #byler endgame #will byers #mike wheeler

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timetobeaghost · 2 months

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Anyway Stranger Things is about Mike

People do get it in S1, no? Mike's friends goes missing, so he makes his other friends go out looking, they find a magic child,. Mike takes care of her and somehow manages this to be the way to save his friend. All the time he goes to intense traumatic emotions representing slowly growing up.

In the following seasons people don't get it although the basic root plot has not changed.

Now clearly this is largely about Mike's sexuality, As girls as in El, who is decidedly Mike's girl, is fascinating but scary "I am the monster, I opened the gate" blabla. And boys are scary as in Will, who is obviously Mike's boy, who is very lovely but super dangerous "It was a trap!!". Mike tries to be all "We get through this together" but he is clearly in over his head in S2. People die!

In S3 the flesh monster of puberty attacks, and renders Mike incapable of being a good boyfriend to El and incapable of being innocently as close to Will as before for whatever reason. People die!!

S4 is really just the first half of the final season in which we are closely introduced to the monster who has been tormenting Will and will torment Mike in S5. The monster he will have to overcome for the happy ending. Which is in his case accepting himself as gay and being honest to his loved ones. Mike for his part spend Season 4 is artificially created safety angsting about having to break up with his girlfriend and flirting with Will, with lots of hints that Mike was to be the actual target. But the climax of the story is being filmed right now.

Therefore everything is about Mike on the deepest level. The flesh monster of puberty is easiest to understand. But also Henry/Vecna, who is so much like Will, because Will is Mike's problem, and the El-associated Demogorgon and the giant vaginas it leaves everywhere to symbolize both birth and female sexuality. Oh Vecna is of course pure scary penis symbolism too.

Hence why they can see no difference btw. There is no difference. The supernatural = sexuality as it cruelly presents itself to Mike unasked, when he was actually perfectly busy being an innocent kid.

So you can not analyze Mike's relation to the supernatural while leaving out El or Will and his relationships to them. They ARE his relation to the supernatural. El and Will and the monsters they bring are Mike's story, which is called Stranger Things. Over and out.

#mike wheeler #byler #elmike #stranger things

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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Can you write some Steve Harrington fluff fic where Dustin and the reader decide to throw an impromptu dance party for the Party to blow off some steam after Vecna and Steve is just so in love with her that they're in their own little world when she gets him to dance with her? You can decide if they’re a couple yet. BTW I LOVE your writing, you've got a real talent and I look forward to whatever comes out next <3

you are so kind, sweet! thank you for requesting this and being so patient, i know it's been days!! i loved writing it and i really got carried away and need to stop fussing with it. i went for friends to lovers bc, how could i not, and let's pretend they defeated vecna and everyone is fine <3 | 2.5k, fluff, friends to lovers, fem!reader

"Do you ever actually sell anything in here?" Dustin says in lieu of a greeting. He barges into the record store where you work, but no other members of the crew pour in behind him. Worry settles at the base of your spine out of habit. Is someone in trouble? Why is he alone?

"Hi, Dustin," you chirp, trying to sound unbothered. He comes right up to the counter and plants his hands on it so he can lean across and into your space.

"I think we need to have a Party party." He's as serious as you've ever seen him, but you have no idea what he's talking about.

"I'm not buying you booze, Dustin," you say slowly. "And why did you say party twice?" He throws his hands up in the air and backs away, starting to pace. Clearly you've missed something important.

"No, no, not like that! Jesus, use your brain, would you?"

"Hey--"

"I mean like, a party for the Party. And you and the other...elders can come, too." Your eyebrows raise, but the anxiety starts to disappear. So, a normal problem, then.

"Elders? You sure you want my help?"

"God, you and Steve hang out too much, you're both impossible--"

"Dustin." He rolls his eyes but stops pacing.

"Okay, sorry." He even sounds like he means it. "Listen. It's been a month since Vecna but I think everyone is still kind of...shitty." You soften even more, knowing he's right. Steve has nightmares most nights, and you know Max has only just started to take her headphones off when she's not with Lucas and Erica. Nancy has taken up running, for chrissakes. You know Robin is never going to set foot in the lake again. Even Dustin, who has stepped up immeasurably to control the group morale, has to call Eddie almost every night to see if he's okay. The return of the Byers and El has helped a little, but things are still tough. And they will be for a long time.

"What do you have in mind?" you ask him. He launches into plan mode.

"We could make it a surprise, but that means you can't tell anyone. Even Steve." You hum an agreement, tapping your fingers on the table. As your best friend, Steve knows everything about you -- well, almost everything. Maybe not one big thing. But that's not the point.

"You're going to tell Steve, aren't you," Dustin says flatly.

"I'm going to tell Steve," you admit, shrugging. You don't feel even a little bad about it.

"Damnit! Love sucks," he moans. You open your mouth to protest but he waves you off. "Yeah, yeah, you and Steve are just friends, I've heard it before. He'll tell everyone, so scrap the surprise."

"It's better if we plan this with help, Dustin," you chide. "Steve will help, I'm sure. I'll call and tell him it'll be at his house tonight and we'll get some snacks and you just tell everyone it's happening. Okay?" You know Steve won't mind, even if it's movie night for you two. He hardly refuses you anything, especially if it's to do with the kids. Dustin nods enthusiastically and you flush out a few more details before he runs out of the store, this mission on his mind.

You call Family Video as soon as he's gone, twirling the chord around your finger and trying not to be overwhelmed with how fond you feel of this family you've found. The line rings once, twice, before your favorite voice in the world sounds on the other end.

"Family Video, this is Steve, how can I help--"

"Hi," you say, mirth curling in your chest at his customer service tone. You don't even let him say hi back, launching into a recap of what has just occurred and what you need him to do.

"God," he groans once you're done. "I can't even be shitty about that. It's a great idea, even if it wrecks movie night. You just owe me two movies next week, 'kay?" You hear Robin say something in the background that sounds suspiciously teasing before Steve tells her to shut up. "Robin is in, too, she heard it all. I'll grab you once I'm done here and we'll go to the store. Gotta go though, customers!"

You hang up and don't bother hiding the smile on your face, beaming into the empty store. And there it is, the biggest, most important secret you've ever kept from Steve: you're in love with him. You don't even know when it started, when being his friend grew into something deeper, something unshakable. But you've carried it around long enough to know how to work with it, to quiet the explosions in your brain when he looks at you, to keep your cool when you're next to him, when he touches you. Maybe someday you'll tell him -- you almost did in the days before Vecna, but then things happened so fast and all you could focus on was keeping him alive. And that ended up being harder than you wanted.

There were moment that week when you thought you knew for sure that Steve loved you, too. Well, he does love you, you know that. But in the same way, in a I-want-you-forever kind of way. The way he held you, the way he was manic, out of his mind when you were hurt even though he was bleeding just as much. The way you slept in his bed for days after because he didn't want to let you out of his sight. Yeah, Steve Harrington loves you. Maybe someday he'll say it. For now, you are content to thrum with love for him, to circle each other like planets in orbit.

The day flies by and before you know it you're closing up and Steve is waiting for you, pretty as anything in the fading light of spring where he sits in his car.

"Hey stranger," he calls.

"Hey yourself," you say, climbing into the passenger seat. "Where's Robin?"

"Dropped her off already so she could get dig out her tapes and some other shit, I guess. We'll get her on the way back to my place." You glance in the backseat and find it mostly full of bags from the grocery store, chips and cookies and sodas poking out of the plastic.

"Got off early so just went to the store real quick." He shrugs as if it's not a big deal for him to always be the one taking care of things. But that's what Steve does -- he sees needs before they exist and he rises to meet them. He's always there when it matters, whether it's for a ride or a fight or a smile. He asks you about your day and you don't take your eyes off of him as he drives to your house so you can grab your things. It's not even a question that you'll spend the night at his. Honestly, tonight might turn into a big sleepover anyway.

When you get there, your parents aren't home so you head upstairs without delay, Steve trailing behind you. He sits on your bed and looks at your room, the room he's seen hundreds of times, but loves to catalogue because it's another piece of you.

"Wanda came in again today to ask for Top Gun," he tells you. "I tried to explain that we don't carry tapes that aren't even out in theaters yet, but she didn't believe me."

"Poor woman just wants to see Tom Cruise as much as you do, Steve," you joke. You open and close drawers and try to decide if you want to change or not.

"Can't blame me! And you said you'd go see it with me as many times as I want." His voice is fond, like he knows you'd do just about anything he wanted as long as you got to do it together.

"Ugh," you groan. "Maybe I'll just wear this. I don't know why I'm changing anyway."

"You look pretty," Steve says. His voice is soft but you hear his words as loud as if he'd shouted them.

"Oh?" He's leaning back on his hands, polo pulling tight across his chest. His eyes are bright, mouth quirked at the side. This is it, you think. It's happening,

"Well, yeah. I have eyes that have looked at you almost every day for years. Think I'd know that by now." A blush creeps onto his cheekbones, a dusting of pink so delicate you want to run your fingers over it. So you move to do just that, stepping into the space between Steve's legs. He puts his hands on the back of your thighs automatically, palms warm through your jeans. You love him so much you could just stand there forever, looking at him, being near him, and have it be enough. His lips part just a little, his eyes soft, and you reach a hand to cup his jaw when the phone rings.

"Christ," he says, thumping his head into your stomach before letting you go. You laugh, giddy from the moment even if it's unfinished. Almost of its own accord, your thumb brushes across the top of one of his cheekbones, right over the blush. The phone rings again and you grab it. Dustin's voice rings out on the other line, telling you that everyone is going to be at Steve's in less than an hour.

"So stop flirting, or whatever you must be doing, and get your shit together," he grinds out before hanging up. You hold the receiver in one hand, open mouthed as you turn back to Steve.

"Did you hear that?" you scoff. "The nerve!"

"Such a dick," he grumbles, standing from the bed. "Alright, we've got a party to setup and shitheads to please." His step falters on his way out like he's hesitating, and then he turns back to you. He comes at you so fast you don't have time to react before you feel his lips on your forehead, featherlight, and then he's out of the room again.

As soon as you get to his house, Robin crammed into the backseat with all of the snacks, you go absolutely nuts on Steve's first floor. You stand on chairs to hang up the streamers and balloons Robin found in her basement as Steve fills every bowl he can find with the snacks and calls to order some pizzas. Robin sets her stack of tapes next to the silly stereo system Steve's parents have and puts on Blondie first and before you know it the front door is open and the kids are spilling in, Nancy and Jonathan and Eddie on their tails. You hover at the edge of the room, watching all of these people you love let loose a little.

Lucas tries not to hover as Max talks to Erica, but you see her looking up every few seconds to find him. Mike and Dustin are showing him some kind of line dance while El and Will sit on the floor and watch. Robin and Eddie throw popcorn into each other's mouths as Nancy and Jonathan try to snatch the kernels out of the air. And Steve? Steve is on the other side of the room already looking at you. In every room, crowded or empty, he's always looking at you. And he looks so happy and relieved that you want to have him in your arms right this second.

Robin switches the tape and it's so upbeat that everyone gets up to dance, snacks abandoned, and laughter bubbles up in your chest. You wiggle your eyebrows at Steve and he rolls his eyes but makes his way to meet you on the living room floor, the kids yelling with joy as he starts to sway, starts to shimmy. As soon as he's close enough you grab him and make him dance with you, flailing and looking absolutely out of your minds.

Then he grabs your waist and your hand and parades you around the room in a sloppy waltz and even though you're surrounded by your small family you know you have your home in your arms. The music is loud and everyone is singing and laughing but you hear Steve as clear as if it was just the two of you as he laughs in your ear. The song changes and he takes the chance to pull you into the kitchen to catch your breath. You hop on the counter, breathing a little labored, and he moves right away to stand between your legs. Just like you did to him in your bedroom.

He's a little flushed and you are too, eyes bright as you just stare at each other, absolutely giddy. His hands fall to your thighs and he parts his lips.

"Stevie," you say, right as he says, "I--" He grins. You feel on top of the world when he looks at you like that. He taps your knee, a gesture for you to go first. You bring a hand up to his warm face and he leans into your touch.

"I love you, Steve. You know that? I am so in love with you." It's easy as anything to tell him, to finally let loose the one secret you have. Because you know that it'll be alright. If there's one thing you know, it's that you're safe with Steve Harrington.

You didn't think it was possible for him to look happier but he makes a punched out sound, something so joyful you feel it in your bones. He's beaming at you, nuzzling into your hand as he brings his own up to cover it.

"God," Steve breathes out. "God, baby." The endearment sounds so sweet in his mouth, like it was a word he made up just for you. "I've loved you for so long. I love you."

You pull him forward, wrapping your arms and legs around him as if you could fold him into you, as if you could become one person.

"I didn't know I could be this happy," you whisper into his hair. "I didn't know we would ever get here. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." You can hear laughter from the living room, can feel the happiness thick in the air like a fog. It's both a big moment and a small one, these confessions of yours. Like a train pilling into the station after a long journey that you've slept through, dreaming of something wonderful, only to find it waiting for you on the platform.

"S'okay, cause now I know. Might've always known. And here we are," he says, breath hot on your earlobe. "Went through hell and this is on the other side." He pulls back from you and cups your face. He's holding you like he's done hundreds of times before, but it feels different somehow. It feels bigger.

"Gonna kiss you now, okay?" You nod and he leans back in, stopping just before your lips touch. Your eyes flutter shut as his nose rubs against yours. "S'not a dream right?" he mumbles, your mouths brushing a little.

"Not anymore, Stevie," you say. "It's real."

He kisses you and he tastes like salt and coca cola and the good guys winning and years spent loving and loving and loving him and it's everything you've ever wanted.

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#i really really like this one actually #not sure about the end but whatever #as always there is so much of the rest of the party bc i love them #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #emma's asks #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader

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thorfemmes · 2 years

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Wet Dream

in which Eddie walks in at just the right moment

a/n: Hi friends! As y'all know by now, I'm not much of a writer, but I'm trying to get back into writing, and for some reason Mr. Eddie Munson is inspiring me these days. I haven't posted anything since Cloudy which was a little over 2 years ago, so I'm a little nervous to post this. Please be kind, and as always any feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also please feel free to send me some prompts for writing! I'll make a more definitive "who I write for" list soon!

BTW!!! this was heavily inspired by "Wet Dream" by Wet Leg. I'll link it here so you can give it a listen :)<3

Rated 18+: fem!reader, fluff, SMUT (it's literally called "wet dream" folks), slight teasing, rough sex, edging, dom!Eddie, pussy slapping, Eddie being a pussy eating champion, aftercare!!!

Word Count: 2,025

When you told Eddie that you were going to take a nap he immediately switched from his stereo to your Walkman so you could get some rest. He spent the time cleaning up the trailer a bit and gently playing his guitar to the songs coming through the headphones, creating a soft ambience to help you fall asleep.

When he finally took the headphones off to go and wake you up (it had been a few hours and was quickly reaching 2:30, and he knew how much you hated sleeping past 2:00 in the afternoon), he was taken aback by the sounds of whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. He panicked a bit, thinking that maybe the nightmares from last year were coming back. Despite defeating Vecna and moving cities away from Hawkins, nightmares ravaged both of your sleeps for the better portion of the last 12 months -plaguing you with vivid dreams of violently losing one another.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door, fully prepared to comfort you. What he didn't expect was to find you with a pillow stuffed between your legs, grinding against it and softly moaning and whimpering out his name. Eddie laughed quietly to himself and watched you go on for a few more minutes before waking you.

"Baby, hey. It's time to get up," Eddie sat down on his side of the bed and began to softly rub up and down your back.

As you slowly woke up you began to connect the dots as to what had happened. Flushed and a little sweaty, you quickly looked at Eddie's soft gaze and then buried your face in your pillow. Eddie laughed again and pulled the other pillow out from between your legs.

"Having fun down there sweetheart?"

"Go away Eddie!" You said muffled into the pillow.

"Now c'mon honey, there's no shame in having wet dreams. It happens to all of us".

Lifting your head up a little bit, "It wasn't, I don't have-".

"Oh really? So you were having a normal, virtuous dream that led to my pillow smelling like your pretty pussy here?" Eddie laughed again.

"Stop teasing please, I'm embarrassed enough". It was true, your face was growing hotter by the second. You'd had wet dreams before, but never like that. Or in this close proximity to Eddie. Up until now you'd been able to keep your sleep fantasies to yourself.

"Penny for your thoughts, sweets? Care to share with the class what you were dreaming about?" Eddie slowly trailed his hand down to the back of your thigh. "If you're really uncomfortable, I'll drop-".

"We were driving around in my car," You quickly blurted out before you could change your mind. "And you had me so pent up after teasing me for so long that I started touching myself in the passenger's seat."

Eddie's grip tightened on your thigh, "Tell me more baby".

"I got really close just from that, and you got really turned on so you swerved off the road to a nearby rest stop and pulled me out of the car". You rolled over onto your back and held yourself up with your elbows, allowing Eddie to move his hand to fiddle with the waistband of your panties. "We were in my car, so we couldn't just hop in the back of the van like normal. Instead you pinned me to the hood and started fucking me like that. I was basically licking the window from how hard you were going before I woke up".

Eddie squeezed your hips hard, climbing to straddle you and leaned in. "Fuck, baby. That's so fucking hot," He whispered. "A rest stop? Where anyone could have seen us? And fucking you so hard you were pinned against the windshield? Fuck, please let me touch you".

You nodded quickly and he dove in, kissing you with such desperation behind it, forcing you back down to lay flat on the bed. A mixture of teeth clashing, Eddie's taste, and the soft nips he left on your bottom lip made your head spin. It always amazed you how quickly he could get you pulsing, grasping at any bit of physical contact he'd grant you.

He shifted his face and began to kiss up your jaw and down your neck. He sucked marks in the sweet spot that he knew left you quivering. Satisfied with the bruises carefully painted across your skin, he looked to you for permission to take off your shirt. Permission was granted and he began to slowly peel away the t-shirt you had napped in, his shirt quickly adding to the pile beside the bed. He peppered his kisses down your neck and outlined your sternum with long, open mouth grazes of his teeth and small pecks from his lips. He then focused his attention on your breasts, laving his tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Not forgetting the other one, he quickly mimicked his motions on the other nipple, his moans matching your soft groans of pleasure.

"I love your tits so much, baby girl. 'S like they were made for me," Eddie slurred between kisses on your breasts. "Do you want it rough or sweet, baby? Should I treat you like dream me, or treat you softly?"

"Oh shit!" You gasped as he softly bit down on a nipple. "Like my dream please. Love on me like a slut," You whispered that last part.

"Fuck yeah, I can do that". Eddie scooted down the bed and peeled off your cotton underwear and tossed them towards the growing pile. "Shit, honey. You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. I can't wait to spread you open and ruin it".

He grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you down to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders. "You ready, sweets?"

"Y-yes Eds, please touch me".

He dove in like a starved man. He licked up the slick from your glistening folds and attacked your senses. Your moans echoed off the walls and only spurred him on, burying his face and tongue unbelievably deeper into your core. You felt a single finger start to circle your hole before easing in and curling it into your g-spot. He began to pump while kitten licking your clit. Eddie pulled it into his mouth with a sharp suck causing your back to arch and your hips to jerk up on their own. He quickly threw an arm over you and doubled down on his efforts, adding a finger to your pussy.

"Shit, fuck, Eddie I'm going to come, please can I?"

Rather than answer, he continued to pleasure you like his life depended on it. Waiting until he felt the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm, he pulled away as he felt your pussy flutter.

"Eddie! No, please!" You whined and tried to grind your hips against his face.

He responded with a small slap to your pussy. "Behave, or you won't be coming at all this time".

He dove back in and repeated the process two more times. When the third edge rolled around you were practically sobbing from the overstimulation and lack of an orgasm. Eddie carefully moved your legs from his shoulders and manhandled you back up the bed. He kneed up above you again, and made a show of taking off his sweatpants. Having foregone boxers that morning, you were greeted by his thick cock springing up and slapping his stomach. A bit of precum was left behind where his tip hit the bottom of his happy trail, leaving your mouth watering at the gorgeous sight in front of you.

"Eds, you're so fucking pretty".

"Speak for yourself, beautiful. You looked so good fucked out, practically drooling for my cock," He began to pump himself just barely grazing your lips with the mushroom tipped head. "You ready for me, baby?"

"Yeah, Eddie. 'M always ready for you," you slurred.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the spare condom and lube you guys kept on top for easy access. He opened both the condom and lube, putting a few smaller drops of lube into the condom before rolling it onto his cock. He quickly took some lube and pumped it onto himself.

"Now I believe you said I had you pinned on your hands and knees, is that correct, honey? Hard enough that you were licking the window? We don't have a window on our bed, but I guess this will work," He quipped.

You quickly flipped over, resting on your elbows and arching your back slightly so he had better access.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are, baby girl. Have you absolutely shaking by the time I'm done with you".

As he lined himself up and slid in slowly, you both let out a relieved moan. Finally feeling the tiniest release from the aching pressure of arousal you both felt. Once you were settled, he gave an experimental thrust, just hard enough to make you groan. He very quickly set a pace that had you making the most unholy noises you had ever heard.

Eddie continued to thrust and thrust into you, his groans and moans matching yours.

"Fuck, it's like you were meant for me. Such a perfect cunt. My cunt, all for me".

You nodded in agreement, too fucked out to speak. The only noises leaving you were pornographic moans and whimpers. You buried your face in a pillow to quiet yourself, Eddie then grabbed your hair with his ringless fingers to lift your head back up.

"I want to hear. Show me that you're mine. My slutty little girlfriend. Who would've guessed -oh shit fuck -that you'd want to be absolutely wrecked like this, huh?" All you could do was sob in response, reaching down to rub on your clit. "Oh, you're close baby, can feel you squeezing my cock for all it's worth".

He let go of your hair and instead pulled you up by your neck, squeezing just enough to have your head spinning. He reached around and used his other hand to smack away yours and began to stimulate your swollen clit.

"Shit, baby you can come whenever you'd like. Show me what a good little slut you are and come on my cock. I wanna see you cream. C'mon baby".

It was that last little plea that sent you over the edge. He released his grip on your neck and instead held you up by your chest so you wouldn't collapse. One, two, three thrusts later and he filled the condom with his cum right behind you.

He gently laid you down on the bed and watched as the aftershocks from the overstimulation ran through you. He quickly disposed of the condom and ran to the bathroom for the baby wipes you kept for cleaning up and to the kitchen for a water bottle.

"Here baby, you did so good for me. Love you so much. I'm going to clean you now, can I do that?" You let out a small hum of acknowledgment and slowly rolled onto your back so he could clean.

You whined as he softly ran over your puffy cunt, still a bit keyed-up from what just happened. He quickly lifted you up a bit so you could down the water he brought you. As you laid back down, he grabbed your old clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket. Eddie went and grabbed the ABBA record you loved so much and set it on the player to let the soft melodies help you come down. Grabbing a new shirt and panties for you and some boxers for him, he quickly helped you get dressed before covering himself as well.

"Thank you for indulging me," You said softly, still a little dazed from Eddie's roughness.

"Anytime, my love. Thank you for trusting me".

"Maybe I'll have to take naps more often, hm?" You giggled.

"If this is how you feel after a nap, then hell yeah. Take all the naps you need".

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aloneinthehellfire · 5 months

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For the RH Reader Version can we pretty please get the scene in RH4 where reader faints in the Upside Down (she wakes up in Eddie's arms)? I've been longing to find out what happened in between, like with character interactions and how she ends up in Eddie's lap? Love u and ur work btw 💜

ooh you won't believe this, but this has been saved in my drafts from where i had started writing scenes for (eddie's version) and now i get to share this with all my eddie loves <3

RAINING HELLFIRE (READER'S VERSION)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood/death, not proof-read because i wrote this on a lunch break from uni

Set in RH4: Chapter 12: Riding To Freedom

Find all Raining Hellfire works here <3

Summary: Just when Eddie started thinking they'd never find you, you quite literally show up at their door... sporting a knife and a terrified expression.

[A/N: Whilst we are all aware that Eddie isn't the endgame, I hope we can still appreciate that they have a bond that could never be broken, even if it isn't romantic]

RH4: THE THIRD TIME EDDIE THOUGHT HE LOST YOU

When you had come creeping in through that door holding a knife, that petrified look on your face, Eddie felt so… weak.

His heart had jumped at the sight of you stood there, alive. He was so afraid when he found Steve in the Upside Down alone, rambling about you being dragged away. Part of him always knew you would survive. You were strong. Stronger than him, at least.

But now here you were, staring at them like they weren’t real, a shaky hand aiming the knife at your friends. You thought this was all in your head, you were doubting yourself, that strength he had grown so accustomed to shattering your armour into pieces. He wasn’t going to let you lose control so easily.

“Queen of the Demogorgons.” Eddie suddenly blurts and everyone looks to him, confused. He makes sure he’s in your line of vision before continuing. “That’s the name I gave you when you stopped that fight with Tommy. You… You called me King of the Freaks. Would Vecna even care enough to know that?”

You stand there for a moment, pondering the thought. He waits in bated breath for you to believe him. For a moment, he thought you wouldn’t, and then you were letting out a shaky breath and lowering the knife until it slipped from your fingers and clattered on to the floor.

“Thank god.” Robin mumbled under her breath behind him and he feels his shoulders relax.

“You okay?” Nancy asks tentatively, being the first to move toward you. Eddie watches in silent disdain as you wipe a tear from your eye, a strange look on your face.

“Um… actually…” You try, but then you’re blinking rapidly and his stomach drops.

“Y/n?” He takes one step forward and suddenly you’re on the floor, eyes fluttering shut. “Shit.”

He runs over, still calling your name. But you’re not responding.

“What happened?” Steve asks to no one particular, crouching beside you as well as Nancy shakes her head in disbelief.

“I don’t know, I don’t-” Her words are cut off and Eddie whips his head to her, following where her trembling hands hovered. Your stomach was covered by a dark red jumper. Which, to Eddie’s sudden burn of panic, he realised it was never the original colour.

“Shit, okay, shit-” Steve spits out, suddenly spinning around to where Robin stood, her eyes wide. “There could be a first aid kit around here somewhere, maybe the kitchen-”

“Bathroom.” Nancy nods, her hands already applying pressure on your stomach. “Upstairs, to the right.”

“Okay.” Robin nods quickly, flailing her arms as she finds the staircase and starts sprinting her way up, barely balancing herself.

“What do we do?” Eddie asks in a whispered voice, not liking the way your lips looked paler. He was scared, way too scared to be able to help you when you looked like this.

“We need to wrap the wound.” Steve states, much more confident in his decisions than Eddie could ever be. That’s probably why you picked him in the end.

“I don’t have…” Nancy glances down at herself, frowning. Her eyes start darting around the room. “Maybe the curtains, or the… I don’t know. I don’t know.”

As she and Steve debate over various materials, unsure of if it would only add an infection if they pressed something from the Upside Down against it, Eddie took look at himself and already knew what he needed to do.

“I got it.” Eddie decides, standing up and slipping his jacket off. Nancy looked surprised, but nodded nonetheless and started peeling away the jumper from your wound.

“What’re you doing?” Steve frowns up at him as Eddie slips his Hellfire shirt over his head. He chucks it over at him.

“Rip that up.” He orders, already slipping his jacket back on. “I don’t care how much you use.”

Steve stared at him for a minute, an unrecognisable expression on his face.

“Steve.” Nancy snaps him away from Eddie and nods, making quick work of ripping up the one shirt Eddie held dearest to him. It was Hellfire, the decision that changed his high school life forever, his way of being a hero to all the sheep in need of their shepherd. But you needed him right now. And that trumped everything else.

He’s not sure what else he can do as Nancy hisses at the blood pouring from your stomach. The wound matches those currently scattered across Steve, who was currently looking like it pained him to realise.

“She tried saving me.” He says and Eddie looks at him, noting the way Steve’s eyes never left your face. “Using those… powers. If she hadn’t, maybe Vecna wouldn’t have found her.”

“Vecna took her?” Eddie frowns. Steve didn’t inform them of this the first time he explained your disappearance.

“I think I heard him.” He nods slowly, finally meeting Eddie’s eyes. “He’s not gonna stop until he has her. We need to get her out of here before he tries anything again.”

Eddie can’t help his eyes drift to the darkened table behind him, your scratched but still worthy Walkman laying there. He had picked it up from where it had been abandoned in that dried up lake, using it to grasp onto that hope that you were alive.

“I got it! I got… it.” Robin jumps off the bottom step before focusing on them. “Why have you got your shirt off?”

Eddie glances down before slowly zipping his jacket up to hide his bare chest. “Bandages.”

“Uh-huh.” She dismisses, crouching beside Nancy and handing her the bag. “Here.”

“Thanks.” The girl breathes out, rooting through. “Shit.”

“What?” Steve frowns.

“It doesn’t have the stuff I want….” She mumbles before shaking her head and pulling out a bottle. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll use what I can.”

“She’s gonna be okay, right?” Robin asks, eyes shifting between each of their faces. “I mean… it’s Y/n. She always bounces back.”

“Yeah.” Steve says with certainty, but his expression was telling a different story.

“I did what I can, but....” Nancy leans back, your stomach now wrapped in black and white bandages, a splash of red from where Eddie’s logo was peaking through. “I don’t know what else to do.”

They didn’t have time to think about what to do next when something started humming in the walls around them.

“… hey… guys… there?”

It was indistinguishable until Dustin’s voice blared through and Nancy jumped to her feet. When Eddie looked over, he was surprised to see her eyes already on his.

“They got your message.” She smiles and Robin sighs in relief.

“What now?” She questions and Nancy’s eyes are light.

“Now we find a way to communicate.”

Eddie sat on the floor with your head on his lap as the others rushed around him, desperately looking for a Lite Brite that was apparently going to get them home? He wasn’t entirely paying attention. His only focus right now was you.

Nancy was quick-witted, immediately figuring out the best course of action. With a little yelling back and forth, picking up on some words, they managed to decide that they needed to go to her room.

Steve had offered to carry you up, and he would have if Eddie hadn’t suggested that his bites, while they were cool, would make it a little difficult. So Eddie took you instead.

“Got it!” Steve shouted up from the stairs, Eddie paid no attention.

Every so often he would slip his finger to the pulse point in your neck, reassuring himself mostly. He didn’t want to lose you again. Especially not like this.

The first time Eddie lost you was when he decided his pride was more important than your friendship. That night on your porch steps, the look of defeat in your eye when you realised he wasn’t going to let you keep your secrets. He walked away from you, then, knowing he had lost the only person that truly cared about him.

The second time ended with a kiss, thinking it was going to be the last time he saw you. Part of him wishes he hadn’t done that. Kissing you only made each day you were gone that much more painful. He didn’t have someone to laugh with, no one to argue over Lord of The Rings, or even sit and watch those long practice sessions with Corroded Coffin. He thought he would miss your lips, your touch. Turns out, he just missed your presence. He missed his friend.

And now he thinks he might be losing you again. He’s tried so many times to wake you up, subtle to avoid suspicion from the others. They assured him you would be fine, recollections of a fainting that happened three years ago. But he wouldn’t be assured until you were awake and talking.

“How’s she doing?”

He looks up to see Steve stood there, running a hand through his hair as he stares woefully down at you.

“Um… still breathing. Hasn’t woken up yet.” It was stating the obvious, but Steve looked grateful anyway. When he doesn’t move, Eddie frowns. “You good, man?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I, uh…” He stops his thought and does something Eddie didn’t think he would. Steve gestures for him to step aside with him and he’s so confused by the matter that he does exactly that.

Carefully laying you back down, and making sure Robin gave him a thumbs up when she could see he was leaving, Eddie follows Steve out into the hallway.

“What’s up?” He asks sceptically.

Steve leans against the wall, looking like he hadn’t thought it through. It was silent for a few seconds before he finally sighs. “I’m sorry, man.”

Eddie shifts from his position, unfolding his arms. “For what?”

“I…” He begins, tightening his lips. “I know why you and Y/n broke up. I… I only found out last summer but, I, uh… I’m sorry if I ever…”

Is Steve Harrington apologising to me right now? Eddie ponders as he struggles to find a response.

“No… worries.” Eddie frowns and Steve lets out a breathy laugh.

“No, I- I genuinely am sorry.” He persists, checking with a glance that no one was at the door listening in. “I never meant to get between you. And I knew how much she cared about you, still cares.I, uh, I had that happen to me once. I know how shit it feels. If I had known, I swear to you I would never have- shit, I don’t know. I’m just sorry.”

Eddie lowers his head. This feud he had been having with Steve had apparently been completely one-sided for the last two years. He just assumed Steve knew, that you had told him everything you’d argued about, right down to the grit of it. But you hadn’t said anything. And, judging by the look on Steve’s face, you had never said a bad word about him at all.

“It’s not your fault.” Eddie sighs, running a hand down his face. “We weren’t, uh… it wasn’t gonna end well either way. Even if you weren’t there with her that night, we… we probably would have broken up anyway. I was the one that messed up. Not her. Not you.”

“What do you mean?” Steve’s brows pinch together and Eddie lets out a breathy laugh.

“Come on, I’m- I’m resident freak. I snuck around her back, hell, even my uncle’s back for months. And I was so scared of getting found out that I just used the first excuse I could find.” He admits, starting to feel a little overwhelmed by the amount he was sharing. So, he clears his throat and straightens. “I should…”

Steve merely nods and Eddie is free to walk away, back to where Robin was crouched beside you, returning to his post.

“What were you boys whispering about?” Robin asks with raised eyebrows. “Guy stuff?”

“Guy stuff.” Eddie responds with an amused grin. “Don’t you have some weird light shit to get to?”

“Okay, okay.” She raises her hands in surrender and pushes herself to her feet. “I get the hint.”

He didn’t bother looking up when Steve eventually returned to the room, running a hand through his somehow still perfect hair and helping the girls with their set up. I knew how much she cared about you, still cares, he had said. Eddie couldn’t deny how that made his stomach flip just a little.

When you had left last summer, he had expected you’d call, or write, or anything. He expected something. But you hadn’t. It invoked this deep-seeded fear that maybe you realised how much of a screw-up he was. One of the last things he had said to you was that he was dealing drugs, of course it would make you rethink everything. Him. So rather than spend each miserable day laying on his bed and smoking until the marijuana kicked in, he tried to forget you. It was sad. But it was true.

All it did, however, was make him look back on the past three years. You and him meeting, getting off on the wrong foot. Discovering mutual interests, sharing something he hadn’t shared with anyone ever. He loved being around you simply to be around you. He cherished that, and after eight long months he finally realised he wasn’t in love with you anymore.

He just didn’t expect to be thrown into the Upside Down and start questioning everything again. Why the hell was he reminiscing romance when a few short hours ago it never once crossed his mind?

You stir in his arms and he tenses, eyes wide.

“Y/n?”

A soft groan leaves your lips and he’s never been happier to hear it. Your hand instinctively moves to your stomach but he’s quick to stop you, just in case the pressure will cause you pain.

A warm smile stretches his lips when your eyes finally meet his once again, his name falling from your lips. The heavy weight of dread finally lifts from his chest, letting him breathe in the relief that you were okay.

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Twice Bitten, Never Shy - s.h. | e.m.

Summary: Eddie is alive. You don't know how, but it doesn't matter, does it? He's here, except... he's not back. He's been distant; sneaking out, skipping Hellfire. But tonight? You and Steve are finally going to find out why.

Word count: 4.3k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: vampire!Eddie!!! blood drinking, baby!!! if that grosses you out, maybe skip this one. I literally have no clue why Eddie would be a vampire but he is and he's still Eddie. Some self-flagellation (he chains himself up) and starving on Eddie's part, hurt comfort, angst with a fluffy ending.

A/N: oh lord. *drops this and scuttles away* Exposing myself as a vamp Eddie truther. Hope y'all like this one! In this fic, blood drinking provides a relaxing "high" for the drinked (blood provider).

BTW I wrote this with a plus sized/heavier reader in mind but there isn't much description of her body. If that bothers you then *shrug.* Eddie would think everybody's blood is fucking delicious.

Happy almost Halloween! Eddie Munson drink my blood WHEN.

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"We should do something special."

"Huh?" Steve looks up from where he was stacking videos. “You mean for Halloween?"

"For Eddie," you say. "I think he could use some cheering up."

“Is something wrong?” Steve asks, immediately alert.

“No, no." You shake your head. "I’m just worried about him.”

Steve hums. “Dustin said Eddie's been missing Hellfire.”

Eddie Munson had been pronounced dead seventy-seven days ago. Dustin had returned alone and Steve had held you while you cried. The funeral had less than twenty people, limited to Wayne, Hellfire and the lunch club. After they'd lowered Eddie’s empty coffin into the ground, you’d sprinted into the church bathroom and lost your breakfast.

Two weeks later, Eddie had climbed through an open window in his trailer. He’d nearly given Wayne a heart attack. Bloody and dirty, it'd been short of a miracle no one had called the cops on him.

But he's back. And that's all that matters. Right?

“Wayne says he hears him creep out at night,” you confess. “Won’t tell him where he’s going.”

You and Steve had found solace in each other after the earthquakes. You’d established a routine of sorts, both of you working to provide relief and comfort for the people of Hawkins. And at the end of the day, you'd slept over Steve's house more nights than not. While Hawkins had only known the earthquakes, those of you who’d experienced Vecna’s horrors up close remained haunted. Steve’s bed had been warm and he hadn't minded when you’d curled up closer to chase away the nightmares.

“Where do you think he goes?”

You can't see Steve behind the shelves but you hear his implication. No one has an explanation for how Eddie had returned. The frightening thought that perhaps Vecna isn't as gone as you'd hoped lingers. Eddie won't talk about what happened—not with Wayne, and certainly not with any of you.

“Please don’t make me tell you,” he’d said the first and only time you’d dared to ask.

“I don’t know, Steve,” you reply quietly. “I wish he’d talk to us.”

He stands and approaches, movies in hand. Steve pulls you close.

“We could check on him through a movie night?" He holds up three videos. "Eddie hasn't caught up with the new releases. No scary stuff.”

Steve tries for a smile. You mirror it, grateful he's on board.

“Yeah," you nod eagerly. "And we’ll get food from the diner. Eddie likes their burgers. Do you think he's eating enough? I mean, he has to eat something but I keep thinking what if the Upside Down made it harder. Is Wayne noticing? Should we—"

"Y/N," Steve soothes. "Hey, hey. Deep breath."

You lean against him, forcing air into your lungs.

“Sorry,” you whisper. “I’m just worried. I miss him. Which is stupid, 'cause he's back but it's not same."

Steve squeezes your hip gently.

“I know. Gotta say, I miss the old Eddie too."

"I should've checked on him earlier," you lament. "Just seemed like he was avoiding all of us and I didn't wanna push but…" You throw your hands up. "I don't know!"

"No, I get it. I think checking on him is a smart idea, baby. Eddie’s been acting off and we'll sort it out. I’m sure he’s just been working through what happened, y’know? Like the rest of us.”

“Yeah,” you say, wanting to be as confident as Steve. “You’re probably right.”

The trailer park is dead. You suppose that's due to the fact that most people are still recovering from the earthquakes. You personally aren't too keen on being out after dark either.

Eddie's van is outside. Wayne's truck is not. Steve jogs up the steps first and knocks on the doorframe.

"Hey, Munson, it's us! We brought some food and movies. Thought maybe you could use a…" Steve glances at you questioningly. "Night in?"

"With friends," you add. "If you'll have us."

“I chose the movies,” Steve offers.

“I screened them to make sure they don’t totally suck,” you grin, earning an eye roll from Steve.

No reply. You peer in through the screen door. There are a few dishes in the sink and a single lamp is on by the couch. Besides that, no sign of life.

"Eddie?" you try again. "You there?"

"Y/N?" croaks a voice.

You catch a silhouette of dark curls, just out of light's reach.

"Hey, Eds," you say softly. "It's us. Me and Steve."

"Uh," comes the reply. "H-hey. What're you guys doing here?"

"Thought you could use some company," says Steve. "We come bearing gifts. Got diner food and everything." He shakes the bag. "Your favorite heart attack on a plate."

"And movies! We can finally make Steve watch all three Star Wars."

"Yippee," deadpans Steve.

"Oh," Eddie says thinly. "That sounds great, guys. Y’know I'd love to, it's just I'm—I'm super sick. Sick as a dog. You guys should go."

"We don't mind, Eds," you murmur. "We just didn't want you to be alone. Have you eaten? I can make you some soup."

You start to turn the handle.

"Don't!" he yells, loud enough to startle you.

Steve rests a hand on your back. "What's going on, man? Everything okay?"

"Nothing's… I just can't today. Go home, please."

The shadow disappears. You glance worriedly at Steve, who shakes his head. He pulls open the door and you hesitantly follow him in. The lock chain has been snapped off.

"Eds, you don't sound okay…"

Across the trailer, Eddie's bedroom door slams. You whip your head around. Steve steps forward, holding an arm out to keep you behind him. He sets the food on the counter.

"Eddie?" you call out, voice getting higher. "Eddie, what’s going on?"

"I'm fine!" is the instant response. "Go home. I'll c–catch you tomorrow."

There's a thump behind the door. Then a jangling sound, like that of metal. You peek around Steve's shoulder.

"Eddie, this isn't cool," he warns. "C'mon, man. If something's going on, tell us."

You both know what the other is thinking: had Vecna returned? Eddie had his oddities now and then, but he'd never shoot you down like this.

Steve puts a hand on the doorknob and turns. It's locked.

"You need to leave." Eddie's voice is sharper, like he's in pain. "I'm serious. Go."

More metal. A heavy clunk. Then Eddie cries out, quick and cut off.

"Eddie?" you say again, jiggling the doorknob. "Eddie, let us in!"

"Go away!" he growls, nearly unrecognizable.

That's enough for Steve. He drags you back and throws all his weight into the door. It splinters open, and you both stumble through.

"Steve!" You rush to him, hovering. "Oh my God. Are you okay? Anything hurt?"

"I'm fine." He picks up his head. "I'm… holy shit."

You turn. Eddie is in his desk chair. He's hunched over, wheezing quietly. Around his wrists and chest are thick iron chains. You can see burns where the iron touched his skin. He's paler than usual, alabaster to the point of concern. But the biggest difference is Eddie's eyes. Normally a rich brown, the irises are now a dull red. And they're locked on you.

He looks mortified you're here, though you'd bet good money he isn't as mortified to see you as you are him.

"Eddie, oh my God. What—what are you doing? What happened to your eyes? Are you on drugs?" you blurt, going to your knees in front of the chair. “Steve, call an ambulance.”

"No! Don't touch me! Y/N, please. Both of you. You have to leave."

"I'm not leaving you, not when you're chained up! Who did this? Eddie, what's going on?"

You struggle with the chains; you can hardly believe Eddie managed to heave them over himself. He rolls back before you have a chance to try to free him. He sags against the armrests.

"Leave 'em," he pants.

"They're hurting you! Steve, help me," you beg.

Steve gets closer, then stops.

"Steve, come on," you urge. "He's in pain, what are you…"

Steve looks at you, then at Eddie. Carefully, he steps in front of you.

"Eddie," he begins. "What happened in the Upside Down?"

"I," Eddie chokes. His eyes are glassy. "I was dead. I am dead."

You stand, about to approach. But Steve holds your arm. Wearily, Eddie watches you. He shuts his eyes and opens his mouth. Long white fangs protrude from his top gums. It's a wonder they don't cut into his lip.

"Jesus Christ," breathes Steve.

"Eddie?" you try meekly. "Wh-what…"

"I came back a monster!" he explodes. Steve's grip tightens on your arm. "I have to chain myself down to keep from hurting anybody. I can't eat, can't sleep. Hawkins should hunt me down."

"Don't say that," you say. Your brain is static. "You're not a monster, Eddie. Whatever it is, we can—"

"You need to leave. I can't—"

He crumples with a shout. You jerk forward, slipping out of Steve's grip.

"Eddie! Ed, talk to me. What's wrong? Steve," you urge. "Steve, please help me get these off of him."

"No," Eddie grunts. "Steve, get her out."

"No!" you yell. "I'm not leaving you like this. Tell me what will fix it. What'll make the pain go away?"

"I just have to wait it out," Eddie says, but his eyes are sunken, cheeks gaunt. Monster or not, Eddie is killing himself.

"Not if you're in pain! Is it Vecna? Is he making you do things?"

"No," Eddie sniffles. "No, he's not, and that's the worst part. It's all me. I'm the fuckin' sicko who has to chain himself up so I'll keep everybody safe."

"Safe from what?" Steve demands.

Eddie looks at him, maroon eyes wide. And you know. You both do.

"It's in all the D&D books," Eddie laughs wetly. "Should've seen it coming. Self-fulfilling prophecy, really."

"You… " You swallow. "You can't wait it out forever, Eds," you say. You put a hand on his knee. "You have to eat."

"I can't," he cries. "I tried so many times. But I can't keep anything down. Not even animals. I swear to you."

"I know," you soothe. "I believe you. It's okay."

You bend over him, inspecting the worst of the burns. Steve hovers, still unsure. He winces at the angry red welts criss crossed over Eddie's arms.

"Steve," you say, swallowing hard so you won't tear up in front of Eddie. "Get the first aid kit. It's in the medicine cabinet."

You'd insisted Wayne have one after he'd sliced his finger fixing your car.

"Whoa, hold on. What are you doing, Y/N?" Steve asks.

"We have to tend to the burns. I'll stay with him."

"No," Eddie begs. "I don't trust myself. I don't wanna hurt you, Y/N. I can't. Please don't do this."

"Eds," you hush. "You won't hurt me. It's okay. I'm gonna help you. Steve?"

Steve, after much deliberation, hurries out to get the first aid kit.

"I don't need first aid," Eddie mumbles. "It'll heal as soon as I take 'em off."

"I figured," you say quietly. "Just wanted Steve to take a minute alone. Will you at least let me untie your feet?"

Eddie had bound his feet with heavy duty nylon rope, and they cut into his ankles.

"No," he grits. "I have to protect you guys."

So you crawl next to him instead. You aren't afraid. He's still Eddie.

"How long have you been doing this?" you murmur.

"C-couple months. Ever since I came back. At first I could ignore it but the hunger pangs got stronger."

You make a soft noise, chewing your lip.

"You gotta eat, Eddie. This is killing you."

"Can't kill something that's already dead," he huffs. "Anything's better than hurting people. I'll never eat again if it'll keep people safe."

You put a hand to the side of your neck, feeling your blood pulse through your veins. Eddie looks away, face twisted. Steve returns then, tossing the kit beside you. He goes to his knees next to you on the floor.

"What happened? Y/N?"

"I'm okay," you say. "Eddie's been starving himself since he got back."

Steve's mouth drops in horror.

"That's almost three months. How are you still going?"

Eddie eyes him warily. "I did what I had to. What if I attacked somebody? Couldn't—"

He stops, whimpering in pain. It's getting worse, his hair matted with sweat.

"Steve, get these off him," you order.

"No no, Y/N, you don't understand," Eddie panics shakily. "This is the only thing holding me back."

"You don't have to hold back," you say softly.

"What're you talking about?"

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice measured.

"You don't have to hold back because you'll drink from me."

Eddie throws himself backwards at that, shaking his head.

"Nope, no way. Absolutely not. No way in hell."

"Y/N," Steve starts. "Are you sure…"

"He's sick, Steve!" you burst. "This is the only way to help him. What are we supposed to do? Let him waste away?"

"But what if something happens…"

"Eddie's not some bloodthirsty monster," you snap. "He's starved himself for months and he's still lucid and begging us to leave. He'd die before he asks for help."

Steve's resolve is slipping. Eddie's close to losing consciousness.

"This isn't something a hospital can fix."

Who knows how much longer he can go like this?

"I can't lose him again," you beg. "He's our friend."

Steve sighs, body sagging in defeat.

"Okay, okay. But we need ground rules. If you start feeling dizzy or anything, it stops."

"Deal," you agree.

"I'm serious, Y/N. If anything feels off, you have to say so."

"I will," you insist. "Okay?"

"No, not okay, not okay!" Eddie wails.

"Eddie." You take his hand; it's like ice. "Let me help. I want to do this. You're not hurting me, not forcing me. I promise."

Steve lifts the chains. You help Eddie to the floor. When he doesn’t protest—or, perhaps, is too weak to do so—you scoot closer. He still won’t let you remove the rope, drawing his legs back each time. So you straddle his thighs, hyper aware of not letting all your weight sink onto him.

"Get comfortable," Eddie says when he realizes what you’re doing. "I can take it."

"I don't wanna hurt you, Eds."

“I got you. Can do that, at least.”

His hand fits over the soft curve of your waist. You glance at Steve, who's now on the bed. He gives a single nod, leg jiggling. You turn back, cupping Eddie's shoulder. His eyes are still a cloudy red. They meet your own.

"Are you sure about this?"

You tip your head, presenting your carotid.

"Yeah, Eds. I trust you."

Eddie hums, fingers digging into your plush hip. His eyes dart to Steve, then to your neck. He holds your other side like you’re made of glass.

The first pinch of teeth stings. You focus on not reacting too much because anything amiss will spook Eddie beyond reason. His breath is hot on your skin, and as the first sip of blood coats his tongue, Eddie's grip on you tightens. He groans against your neck, hand slipping down to grab the meat of your thigh. You gasp, body growing slack as he drinks.

"You alright?" Steve asks.

"'M fine," you reply breathily.

The more Eddie drinks, the heavier your eyelids get. The sting turns pleasant after the first pierce of teeth. You feel oddly euphoric, limbs syrupy. Even better, Eddie's strength returns as he feeds. He holds you to his chest and bends his knees.

The rope snaps like dental floss. He grunts, pulling your thigh over his hip. You cling. It’s getting hard to keep your eyes open. You've never felt like this before. Eddie pushes against you, chest heaving as he greedily gulps.

"Eds," you gasp, hyper aware of your pulse.

He seems to be in a trance.

"Shit, okay. That's enough, c'mon," Steve urges.

You’re slow in tapping out, feeling floaty. But as soon as you squeeze Eddie's shoulder, he’s off of you. He gasps like he’s just run a marathon. Drops of your blood smear across his lips. His tongue darts out to catch it all.

Steve supports your weakened body, easing you off Eddie. Your head lolls but you manage a smile, not wanting to worry them.

"Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?" Eddie asks, honed in on your expression.

"No," you assure. "Feels good."

His brows rise. "It does?"

"Mmhm. Floaty. Like… sleepy but good."

Eddie looks better. Guilty as anything, but you can handle that later. He isn't comatose and that’s all you care about right now.

"Oh, uh," he says, licking his lips. "I’m glad, then. Thank you."

"You can suck me anytime," you grin, which makes him smirk.

Steve helps you onto Eddie's bed, and you roll over to watch him. Eddie’s more alert, not desperate for blood. But he’s drumming his fingers and bouncing his leg, something he does when he’s nervous.

“What’s ‘a matter, Eds?”

“Hmm?”

You nod slightly.

“Why’re you all jittery?”

Eddie immediately stills.

“'M not. I’m okay, really.”

You frown.

"You're still hungry."

Eddie's eyes dart to you, not dull but still nowhere as vibrant as you know they can be.

"You need more," you realize.

Of course he needs more. After three months of starvation, it’s impossible one person would be enough. Especially when he’s not bleeding you dry.

"I'm not drinking anymore from you, Y/N," he tells you. "Absolutely not."

"You have to recover, Eds. How can you heal if you're not properly nourishing your body?"

"I got through it without eating at all. I'll be fine on half a tank. You're staying right there."

Weakly, you push yourself up on your elbows. Steve hurries over, trying to get you to lie back down.

"C'mon, sweetheart, you gotta rest."

"Eddie won't take care 'f himself," you protest. “What if it doesn’t work, Steve?”

"I'm fine!" Eddie insists. "Really, I feel much better."

Steve chews his lip. "Would more blood get you at one hundred percent?"

"Whether it would doesn't matter, Harrington. I'm not taking any more blood from her."

"I know," Steve shrugs. "Take it from me."

"Steve," you whisper. "Don't do it for my sake. I don't wanna push you—"

"You're not. But you're right: he needs to recover. And nothing will do it better than, uh… food."

Steve coaxes you back to bed. Then he goes to the floor and sits back on his haunches. The look he gives Eddie is pure King Steve, a ghost of the past. You know it’s all for Eddie's sake and maybe yours, this shroud of confidence.

"So, Munson? What d'you say?"

Eddie glances at him, shoulders stiff.

"You don't have to do this."

"I've got more blood than her," Steve reasons. "And you need it."

"I don't need it," even though sweat had begun to gather on Eddie's brow. "And I don't wanna force you into anything."

"You're not," Steve says, gentler this time. "C'mon."

"You're sure?"

Steve rests his tongue on his teeth, tilting his head.

"Yeah, I’m sure. Bite me, Munson."

"If I hurt you…" Eddie begins.

"I'll watch him, Eds. Promise," you say. "Go on, drink. It's okay."

Steve doesn’t sit as intimately as you had. But they aren't far from each other: Eddie holds the side of Steve's neck and Steve grips Eddie's forearm in return, their left legs slotted against each other.

Steve's breath hitches at the first bite. You see his grip tighten then relax as Eddie drinks.

"Jesus," Steve gasps. "How is this still not the weirdest thing we've ever done?"

"Nothing beats that Vecna creep," you giggle sleepily.

Steve’s arm starts to wobble from where it supports his other side.

"Feel okay?" you ask.

"Mm," Steve affirms, lids drooping. "Feels kinda nice."

"Tingly, right?"

He laughs. "Yeah. Warm, too. Sh-shit."

His arm buckles. You can't imagine trying to support yourself while Eddie drinks. The bite is meant to incapacitate, presumably. But Eddie's strong. Each time Steve slips a little further, Eddie hoists him back. Both hands now hold Steve's waist.

"Wait, Eddie," Steve slurs, tapping Eddie's side.

Eddie pulls off immediately, wiping the blood with the back of his hand. His eyes are fully crimson now, almost glowing in the dim light.

"You okay? Steve?"

"'M fine, just needa lie down. Don't have the strength."

"Oh," Eddie breathes, expression a little wild. "Okay, shit, uh—here."

And easy as anything, Eddie scoops Steve up into his arms. Steve scrambles for purchase, but you know how boneless he feels.

“Let ‘im carry you, baby,” you say. “He’s got you, ‘s okay.”

Eddie has to do most of the labor. He sets Steve next to you on the bed. You slip your hand in Steve's, drowsily curling into him.

"Y'want more?" Steve asks, open and trusting. "I can take it."

Eddie licks the drops of blood from where his fangs had pierced Steve's neck. Then, without hesitation, he dives back in, less delicate this time. Steve whines, hips canting slightly. You watch on in a doze, pushing Steve's hair away from his face. Your face presses against his neck, which twitches with each gulp of blood Eddie takes. Lazily, you drag your lips up to the shell of Steve's ear. He whimpers, hand slowly finding the back of your head.

"Y/N," he gasps.

"Hmm? Y'okay, Stevie?"

"'S good," he sighs. "F-fuck."

Eddie stops before Steve taps out. He pulls back panting, wiping the corner of his mouth with a knuckle. Steve is sedative. You’re nowhere near alert.

"Fuck," Eddie grunts, chest heaving. "Fuck, fuck. All those books that talk about the blood rush made no sense. Now I get it."

As if on instinct, Eddie curls an arm around each of your waists, hefting you up so he can curl into you. You pat his head blindly. Steve only hums, draped over Eddie's shoulder.

"Feel good, Ed?" you ask.

"So good," Eddie mumbles. "You guys are warm. Been cold these months. Can’t shake it.”

You feel his forehead with the back of your hand. It’s fruitless, logically; Eddie is dead—or, well, undead. His body temperature isn’t going to be like yours.

Eddie chuckles, vibrating your chest.

“Don’t think that’s gonna work, sweets. But the blood made me warmer.”

“Tha's good. Can we eat somethin’?” you ask. “Feel dizzy.”

“Oh, shit,” Eddie hisses. “Shit, shit!”

Steve startles, trying and failing to wake up.

“Wha‘s the matter?” he slurs. “Eddie?”

“You need sugar! I had to retake that bio unit twice! Fuck, fuck. Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you something. Stay there, okay? What am I saying, you have to stay there… Jesus.”

Eddie carefully sets you down and climbs over Steve’s legs to race to the kitchen. You seek out Steve, like a flower to sunlight. He hums as you snuggle into him.

“Weirdest movie night I’ve ever had,” he mumbles.

You smile, kissing his cheek. Steve scrunches his nose happily.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm, yeah. Should recover soon. Feeling a little more clear. ‘M kinda dizzy though.”

“Yeah, we gotta get our blood sugar levels up,” you hum. “I hope Eddie knows leftover lasagna isn’t sugar-rich.”

“Got it!” you hear Eddie call back.

“Hm. Super vampire hearing. Dope,” Steve says.

“It is!” Eddie replies.

“Stop eavesdropping!” you giggle.

“Can’t help it!”

Eddie’s back in what feels like a minute. He sets down uneven chunks of sliced apples and a sleeve of Chips Ahoy, as well as two glasses of orange juice. Steve starts to try and sit up. Eddie’s quick to help you both up, stuffing pillows behind you.

“I’ll make it more comfy, I promise,” he says, frowning at the way Steve’s head lolls.

“‘S okay, Eds,” you yawn. “Next time.”

Eddie pauses briefly, then takes a cookie, putting it to your lips. You take it happily, chewing slowly. He brings a slice of apple to Steve, who frowns.

“I can do it, y’don’t—”

“The blood loss hit you harder, big guy. C’mon, take a little,” Eddie coaxes.

Steve pouts for another moment, but eventually opens his mouth, eyes droopy. Eddie beams.

“Good. You’re both so good, know that?”

Eddie brushes a crumb from your mouth.

“So are you, Eds,” you say. “And no more starving yourself, okay? I mean it.”

He nods, looking properly chastened.

“‘Kay. I won’t. But I dunno where I’m gonna get blood. I suppose I could try animals, but…”

“Hellooo?” Steve huffs, rolling his eyes. “We’re right here, man.”

Eddie blinks.

“What—”

“Did you think this was a one time thing?” you ask.

“You guys can’t do this every time,” Eddie scoffs.

“Why not?”

Steve reaches for the juice. Eddie takes it and holds it to Steve's lips before he can. You smile, heart swelling with fondness.

“There’s two of us,” Steve continues, wiping his mouth with his hand. “It makes sense.”

“Steve, you can’t be serious—”

“The hell I’m not, Eddie. We’re not letting you get sick like that again. Now shut up and let us take care of you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and feeds Steve another bite of apple.

“Don’t remember you being this bossy, Harrington.”

“Well, that was before earthquakes and vampires, Munson. Tell ‘em, honey.”

“Yeah, Eds,” you say softly. “We’re here.”

“Oh.” He swallows hard. “Fuck. I didn’t—you guys really…?”

You open your arms. Eddie falls into your embrace. You kiss his hair.

“We missed you,” you say.

“Missed you too,” he whispers. “So much. ‘M sorry I kept disappearing. Was just scared.”

“We’ve got you,” Steve soothes. “No more doing this alone.”

Eddie sniffs, wiping his nose.

“Shit, guys. ‘M supposed to be this badass vampire. You’re cramping my style.”

“Your secret’s safe with us,” you laugh, patting his shoulder.

“Can big, bad vamps still watch Halloween movies?” Steve asks. “Is that in the handbook?”

“'Course, baby.” Eddie leans in close, fanged grin on display.

“And don’t worry. I’ll protect ya from the monsters.”

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