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alicetallula · 4 days

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Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - HIM by mashawisotsky - Part I - 25.04.2024

It's a blast to work with @mashawisotsky on the IT AU for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang

The AU will be a series with different parts added little by little with illustrations by yours truly :3

Part I NSFW

Banner - HIM by mashawisotsky - 25.04.2024

Done using ink pens and alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title and credits

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Banner as is - Max, El, Dustin, Gareth, Will, Mike and Lucas as adults - HIM by mashawisotsky - 25.04.2024

Done using ink pens and alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Header - Two red balloons - HIM by mashawisotsky - 21.04.2024

Done using ink pens, alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens

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stranger-chichka · 2 years

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GUYS!!!!! Why do we have almost identical shots of the clock in the library in s1 and s4???? Everything’s leading to the goddamn library, I wonder what is going to happen there in s5.

Also, I started watching IT (1990) and the guy whose name is Mike works at the library (which also as a clock on it and looks similar to the one in Hawkins) and he’s the one who calls all his friends because IT returned. @will80sbyers already wrote about how Mike/El/Will love triangle perfectly parallels Beverly/Bill/Ben love triangle, but also what I found interesting is the fact that everyone from the Losers Club (ther’s seven of them) loses their memories except for Mike. It reminded me of everyone forgetting Will’s birthday.

Derry Public Library from IT

#byler #stranger things theory #st theory #stranger things x it #stranger things/it parallels #stranger things library theory

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steddie-thirst · 2 years

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Meet Pennywise | Eddie Munson X (Emerson)Fem!Reader |

Summary: Who would have guessed that the small town of Hawkins, Indiana was haunted by a unfathomable being. One that only could be real in nightmares. You begin to notice things and try to convince your friends there's more going on. Resident 'Town Freak', Eddie Munson, so happens to believe you.

"Are you sure you want to walk home, Chris?" You ask, eyes studying the inky black sky and desolate school lot. "My brother wouldn't mind giving you a ride after Hellfire." You offer with a gentle smile.

"No, it's a nice night." She denies the offer with a wave of her hands, "Besides it finally stopped raining!" Chrissy did a little spin earning a bubbly laugh from you, her skirt flouncing with the brash movements. "Plus, I don't live to far." All three things were true, but she wouldn't be safe alone at night. It was dark and anything could happen.

"I just worry, Chris." You admit wringing your hands in worry, bringing them close to your chest, but she was a free spirit.

"I will be fine. Deep breaths." She extends her arms out for a hug, which you gladly accept, but let her go after relishing in the friendly exchange. She gives a friendly smile and then vanishes off into the night. You take a deep breath and head back down the, empty halls towards the drama room.

Loud cheers followed by Eddie's cackle was slightly comforting, but then it fell silent. The lights overhead began to flicker sending your heartbeat into a frenzy, breathing uneven as you manage a small whine, "Hello?"

Laughter, followed by skittering feet, and one of the lockers behind you creak open. Despite your best efforts to not turn around, you do so anyway, in which after the locker slams shut.

From behind a tall figure emerges, bells jingling, yellow eyes, fiery red hair curled up. Painted red and white face, lips curled up into a smile. "You look frightened." It speaks in a crooning manner that leaves you frozen. Clowns, you had always been terrified of them. Ever since you were a kid.

"Y-Youre a clown." You note obviously, to which IT giggles.

"Not just any clown. I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown." He steps forward and into the light, still flickering, and you jump back.

"S-Stay back.." You back away slowly the fight or flight response kicking in with the adrenaline that coursed through you. Stumbling back towards the end of the hall where the Hellfire club was currently meeting. The clown grins, teeth showing off, like sharp blades. The kind that would tear through your flesh in a heartbeat.

IT lunges at you and a scream rips it's way through your throat and your chest burns. You turn to run, only to bump into someone's chest. Everything goes quiet for a second and your eyes screw shut.

"Whoa, hey. Take it easy, sweetheart."

That voice. You recognized it, two hands grip your shaking shoulders as your eyes fluttering open, squinting at the sudden intrusion of light. Your eyes find his soft brown ones, caring and soft, "Eddie." You pull him into a hug and Barry your face in his chest ignoring the smell of weed that lingered on his clothes. His hands slide down to your mid-back letting you cling to him, fisting the leather if his jacket in your small hands.

"Easy, easy." He cooes down at you. "I got you, Sweetheart. Nothing's gonna get past me." You clung to Eddie for a good while, before the sobs died down along with the confusing ramblings.

"Hey, look at me." He bends at the waist to be eye to eye with you. You comply looking at him, "I'm gonna take you home, okay? Sound good?" You nod. "Good, let's go get your things. Yeah?" You let the guitarist lead you back to the meeting room where everyone has already left. Gareth probably took off to grab Haley and Holly from Grandma's, making Eddie promise to give you a ride. He was sweet though. Always checking in on you even when he wasn't asked.

The thing was, would he believe what you saw? Would anyone?

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alicetallulaafterdark · 4 days

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Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - HIM by mashawisotsky - Part I - 25.04.2024

It's a blast to work with @mashawisotsky on the IT AU for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang

The AU will be a series with different parts added little by little with illustrations by yours truly :3

WARNING : This one is a spoiler for a future part !

Part I

Steddie Encounter HIM - HIM by mashawitosky - 21.04.2024

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the light effects and text

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mof-rot · 2 years

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Eddie Munson: you have my name, kid

Eddie kasprak: and you need a brush

Steve: you look familiar

Richie: and you look like a prick

In conclusion everyone headcanons the Eddie's as Gay and their boyfriends as Bi and I find it beautiful.

#im drawing fanart for these two #istg #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #steve x eddie #eddie x richie #it 2017 #stranger things #stranger things x it #inccorect quotes #incorrect stranger things quotes #incorrect it quotes

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mashawisotsky · 1 day

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Title : HIM Rating : Explicit Word count : 9 980 Warnings : Graphic Depiction of Violence, Major Character Death Pairings : Suzie Bingham/Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters : Billy Hargrove, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Mike Wheeler, Gareth, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Steve Harrington, Suzie Bingham, The Party, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Holly Wheeler Summary : Exploring themes of childhood innocence, the power of friendship, the struggle against evil, and the impact of trauma on individuals and communities. The fic colab delves into the complexities of memory, hate, and the consequences of ignoring or confronting one's deepest fears. Beta Reader : @kallisto-k Art link | @alicetallula Fic link | @mashawisotsky

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fullyinconsequential · 2 years

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Crack-fic energy but AU where Mike and Richie are twin brothers but Mr. Wheeler wanted the the nuclear, 2.5 kids aesthetic so they gave one up (Richie) and then Richie kinda just shows up one day like “Hey motherfuckers, I just drove 18 fucking hours to talk to you so if you don’t let me in you will never have a peaceful day for the rest of your lives” and while he’s there he starts subtly flirting with Will until Will is absolutely dick-whipped and Mike is absolutely flabbergasted the entire fucking time.

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dontcallmeeds · 2 years

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Might as well do a fic master list because I’m writing non-stop tonight, something something coping with grief ANYWHO

UPDATED 10/27 there is now two M rated fics!

ALL OF MY FICS ARE CURRENTLY RATED E SO PLEASE MINORS DNI 🔞 I will eventually do some T/M rated just to do regular fics without ships because I just love Dustin and whatnot, as well as some slice of life T/M Reddie/Steddie/Ronance/Jargyle, but none of these are rated lower than E even if there’s nothing currently with that rating in the chapters. Once I finish some WIPs, a Ronance focused fic is mostly likely next because I want to write them as the central ship not just side ships :))). THOSE GIRLS DESERVE THE WORLD.

The Richie Tozier Cam Diaries (WIP, 10/? Chapters) Modern AU where Richie is a cam model and Eddie is an anonymous regular client who’s watching him when he confesses that he loved him as kids, but ran away from him after a failed attempt of Spin the Bottle. A roadtrip ensues where they discover a lot about themselves and each other.

The Fruity Four Goes Camping (Completed, 4/4 Chapters) Set in the summer after Vecna, Steve, Eddie, Robin and Nancy all go camping at Wayne’s secret spot. They do shrooms the first night and they have an effect on everyone except Steve and Eddie accidentally says he’s attracted to him. Blossoming romance with camping activities and smut? Count me in. There’s also established Robin and Nancy with some cute fluff going on for them, love those women.

He Calls Your Name, But Will You Answer? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) Well well well, if it isn’t me who said I’d never write vampire content? Ha, bestie you’re so dumb. Steve finds himself hearing a voice that sounds mighty familiar, becoming clearer and clearer with each day until one week its loud and clear its Eddie. He goes on a mission, a very stupid mission, hoping to at least give Eddie a proper burial. Robin and Nancy follow him, finding out that Eddie is alive and well, not exactly human. A very unhinged fic where I hurt everyone especially Mike for some reason, probably projection. This also has established Robin and Nancy because I REFUSED TO WRITE A FIC WHERE THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER.

The Way You Bend, The Way You Break (Completed, 1/1 Chapters) Ah yes, a fun little one shot for kinktober! Established Steve and Eddie, but not in the conventional relationship sense. Eddie is Steve’s off/on dom who comes by for a scene after a few months before Robin’s 21st birthday so they only have a short window to work with. They are also close friends so there is some mild feelings to this fic that make it a little sappy for a one shot smut.

It Could Never Be Me, Could It? (WIP, 11/? Chapters) This one is a litttttle different for me. I used 2 different Tumblr prompts (that are obviously linked on fic) as well as the AO3 filters on Tiktok. Normally I wouldn’t spoil my own plot twist fic, but I know how people feel about Billy Hargrove on here (which as an indigenous dude who’s a huge Lucas fan, uh yeah I don’t like him either, love Dacre tho). He is merely a plot device on this fic and I will mildly explain. Steve and Eddie are both totally in love with each other after a year after Vecna, but neither of them is really doing much about it until Eddie shows at Robin and Steve’s movie night to see if they’re dating. It ends up with Steve fighting Jason Carter and then Steve/Robin & Eddie/Nancy both try to come up with plans that will all take place at Chrissy’s party. But life has other plans for them: Billy Hargrove being inexplicably alive.

The Freak Helps The King Find Himself (In Submission) (WIP, 17/? Chapters) This is my most popular fic to date! Steve confesses to Eddie before he can do so himself that he has a crush on him after breaking things off with his mean girl date. Eddie starts to show Steve a side of himself he thought he could only share in dark bathrooms or under school bleachers, and Steve loves who he is when he’s submitting. There may be some switch Eddie at play as well, these boys are tooth rottingly in LOVE in this fic and almost nothing bad happens to them. Someone said they would read a bible sized fic from me because of this one and that is the best thing anyones every said to me.

The Beginning: The Barrens Are Forever (WIP, 3/? Chapters) Finally, my baby! This is the Losers in a hardcore punk band called the Barrens, Ben owns the local venue called The Quarry (and may have some future endeavors with Eddie Munson to open another wink wink) and they all live in a punk house. Yes, it is a It x Stranger Things crossover (it wasn’t originally) and I couldn’t be more stoked. The main fic in what will be a series is currently Reddie centered, but currently has established Steddie and Ronance in it. There’s some weird shit in it, but no Pennywise, no Upside Down/Vecna.

More Than A Friend (WIP, 1/? Chapters) the second of my installment of my Derry & Hawkins Punk House AU!! This is a RONANCE FIC FINALLY EEEEE!! Lesbians lesbians lesbiansssss! This is about Nancy asking Robin to move in during a party because her shitty roommates are moving out. Robin thinks she’s joking, but she’s not. Nancy is an uber confident bi woman in this and Robin is a semi oblivious lesbian. Hilarity ensues.

i can wait for you at the bottom (completed, 1/1 chapters) Eddie feels dejected after having confessed to Steve that he has feelings that aren’t just friendly. Steve freezes until a stormy Hawkins’ night where he comes barreling into Eddie’s. This is just a M (only rated so for adult themes like smoking weed and homophobia) one shot that I needed out of my system. It’s angst, hurt/comfort, and much needed fluff after.

Put Me To Work (completed, 1/1 chapters) My longest one shot to date and my favorite writing. This is a smut filled PWP based off the song Put Me To Work by Big Data. Eddie is going through a breakup and Steve comes to clean his house. But he wants to do more than just help him clean, he wants to take care of him in ways Eddie didn’t know he even needed.

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stonedstozier · 2 years

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do you still do Byler fanfics? If so I was wondering if maybe you could make one abt maybe Mike complimenting and saying praise sort of things to will and will gets all flustered but he hides it? Idk 💀 ily :)

hiii!! i definitely still do write byler fics! i am also still open to writing crossover ships as well! i miss writing all my ships and i’m so down for more prompts and post more content for you all :))) i can definitely do this byler idea teehee and ily back! <333

#i just miss writing so much too #byler #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x it

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rilinhyl · 3 months

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Pant.Night

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie

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stranger-chichka · 2 years

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Stranger Things/IT (1990) parallels

As I was watching IT (1990) lately I realised something. I need you to recall the moment our Cali gang is driving home from Rink-o-Mania, Argyle and Jonathan are talking about the wheels and…start singing (I already analysed this scene, but my main focus was on the wheels, now I want to focus on the word "blip" and what it hints at).

Jonathan calls the incident with Angela "a little blip" and then he and Argyle start singing this word. The melody is definitely "Entry of the Gladiators" written by Julius Fucik. It is associated with circus and clowns, right? And who's the main villain in IT? Pennywise. A clown.

Before we move on, I want to add some references I found in the name of the composer.

Julius. I noticed this exact word in relation to drinks while analysing Starcourt Mall teaser. It means "youthful, downy-bearded" and my guess is that it's a reference to the OG party's DnD characters? Will draws them with beards. Fucik. In 1985 Tomas Fucik was born. He's a Czech former swimmer (we have A LOT of water references in ST), who specialized in backstroke (=piggyback reference?) and individual medley (=El's individual arc reference?) events.

So, the song. The name of this military march (= soldiers attack the Byers' house and are chasing El) is "Entry of the Gladiators." It was composed in 1897 (1+8+9+7 = 25. 2+5 = 7)

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In s3 Hopper calls himself Antique Chariot, and "chariot" is a two-wheeled vehicle that was used in ancient times for racing and fighting and was pulled by a horse or horses. And this foreshadows his fight with a sword against the demogorgon.

Joyce calls herself Wheelbarrow, and "barrow" is a vehicle moved by a person from which fruit and vegetables, etc. are sold at the side of a road. This one foreshadows the Cali gang's road trip + pineapple pizza in s4.

So, the original march is called "Entrance of the Gladiators" op. 68 and adaptation - the one, that became a screamer march for circuses, often used to introduce clowns - is called "Thunder and Blazes."

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Thunder. A loud rumbling or crashing noise heard after a lightning flash. Lightning comes first with the sign of light presence followed by thunder. Light = Will. He is the first to realise his feeling for Mike ("It was a 7"). And Mike = thunder. He's always late. And, of course, blazes. Downtown on fire.

A giant creature with a gaping mouth. This once again reminded me of IT. In the final battle IT transforms into a giant spider with big teeth. And who is obsessed with spiders in s4? Henry Creel.

IT (1990)

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Now, the word "blip." A spot of light. At first, I thought it was something romantic because of how Mike always sees Will in the light, but that was until that moment in the film. Deadlights.

"The Deadlights were writhing, radiant orange lights that were a mysterious but very deadly and terrifying eldritch form of energy that originated from the preternatural dimension known as the Macroverse, also known as the Todash Darkness (=the Upside Down). They're a recurring plot element in Stephen King's works including The Dark Tower and IT. It was well known that just a mere glance into the bright lights instantly caused death or permanent insanity."

IT used these Deadlights to blind new victims, usually children, and robbed them of their conscious minds. It used this to drive his victims insane as well as leaving them both immobile and lifeless before taking them away to consume later."

Doesn't remind you of anything? Or better to say, anyone? Vecna.

I believe the blue light in Stranger Things = The Deadlights = evil while the yellow light going from Will is opposite to that - it's good.

Examples of blue light in ST:

the Upside Down is blue;

Vecna kills under the blue light;

blue light in Starcourt Mall and it's associated with 1) russians who were opening the gates into the Upside Down; 2) Vecna, because he's connected to the Upside Down; 3) Mike, because of this teaser and his probable blood connection with Henry;

Scoops Ahoy has a lot of blue everywhere. Bad things happen to Steve and Robin when they're wearing Scoops Ahoy's uniform + it's name and theme related to water and water is bad. We can see Scoops Ahoy when Billy dies. Also, they’re selling ice-cream. It’s cold. Who likes it cold? The Mind Flayer? Who controls him? Vecna. Everything in the Starcourt Mall is pointing at his presence there. Water is bad in IT as well. Bill's brother is killed by it when it's raining. Pennywise literally says that his victims “float.” Bill relives his memories of first seeing IT in the form of Georgie (his brother) in the basement of his old house, all while actually being submerged in underwater (=El & the sensory deprivation tank). IT lives in the sewers (=an artificial passage or pipe, usually underground, that carries waste and used water from sinks and toilets) and the Losers defeat it there.

Vecna chases Billy in blue light;

blue light at Rink-o-Mania & Will wearing blue outfit there;

+ the disco ball may symbolise Vecna's watching them (a reference to Snow Ball and "Every Breath You Take" song about stalking) but later we have this transition from the ball (=Vecna) to the yellow light (=Will).

We have this contrast of blue = cold = evil (He likes it cold. When it's cold I want to die. The preacher likes the cold) and yellow = warm = good. It's definitely Will.

Yes, Will is similar to Vecna in many cases, but they're so much like Harry Poter and Voldemort. Harry/Will was chosen by Voldemort/Vecna. Voldemort wanted to kill Harry but in reality, created a connection between him and Harry. This connection was both a good and bad thing. Harry could feel how Voldemort felt but Voldemort, knowing about this connection, could manipulate Harry. The same thing is with Vecna and Will. Will tells Mike in the cabin: "I can feel him. I can still remember what he thinks and how he thinks." But in s2 Vecna uses this connection for his own purposes. God, I was supposed to write a post about UT/Stranger Things parallels and ended up on Harry Potter parallels, I'm hopeless...But let's go back to IT.

IT reminds Venca so much. Let me demonstrate:

can disguise Itself as anything its victims want - or fear - to see (=Vecna showing his victims their fears);

prefers to encounter Its prey alone (=Vecna usually attacks when they're alone);

assumes a form which is the most terrifying to Its prey before revealing Its true form, and driving the poor unfortunate to madness (=the same with Vecna here);

an interesting fact: in 1985 IT changed his form into the shark from Jaws. Guess what poster we see in Will's room, very often behind Mike's back? The Jaws.

feeds on that human’s soul, the one thing that gives It sustenance (=Vecna also feeds on people's souls and becomes stronger from it);

"Silver cat feeds"

adopted a cycle (= never-ending story) of hibernating for long periods and waking approximately every 27 to 30 years (=Vecna kills his mom in 1959 and starts killing again in 1986);

telepathy (can clearly read the Losers' thoughts, and use them to its own advantage), mind control ability (has the ability to erase particular things out of a person's memory or knowledge = birthdaygate), telekinesis (these are Vecna's powers too);

Possibly IT may have an effect on the weather in Derry's region. On more than one occasion, when the Losers face It, the weather changes into a thunderstorm. Most notably at the final confrontation, which actually devastates Derry's downtown region. Also, possibly photokinesis (light manipulation).

In Stranger Things we see a thunderstorm:

in s1 on the next day Will went missing when the boys go looking for him (Mike insists on them going);

in s2 we hear thunder when Bob comes to Byers to check on Will and Mike's already there, worried as hell about him;

in s3 when Mike & Will are arguing, Mike hurts WIll's feelings but immediately rides apologising;

in s4 we also hear thunder during Mike's monologue to El, when he's ripping off the band-aid and thinking this time he definitely lost Will.

Every time Mike is devastated because he thinks he lost Will he manipulates the weather subconsciously.

Talking about photokinesis, I do believe both Vecna and Will can manipulate light. But as I wrote previously, Will's light is always bright = warm = good, and Vecna's is blue = cold = bad.

It leads to this moment in Creel's house:

Time manipulation = Vecna (maybe Mike, because he's always late); Weather manipulation = Mike (we see Alice wearing a dress with colourful umbrellas on it and Alice might be Karen); and...light manipulation = both Will & Vecna.

Also, I found some characters' parallels, so I'm adding them too.

This obvious love triangle was already mentioned by incredible @will80sbyers - El/Bill, Mike/Bev and Will/Ben.

Bev is Ben’s first friend at school, she initiates their conversation and Mike is Will’s first friend in kindergarten, who also initiates the conversation (AND they ended up together).

Bill’s brother is killed by IT and he blames himself for that. In s4 El thinks she’s the one who killed the kids in the lab (=her brothers and sisters), she also suffers from that feeling of guilt. However, it’s not their fault and they admit it in the face of evil.

Bev is the first person who volunteers to help Bill and fight against IT and Mike is the person who takes El to his home and is going to protect her from “bad people.”

Ben writes a poem for Bev, but she thinks it's from Bill at first and has a crush on him. Will paints a picture for Mike, but makes him believe El commissioned it.

I believe Max is paralleled to Audra (Bill’s wife) in s4.

She’s taken by IT and is made catatonic. The Losers Club rescue her but she’s still not there (=Max is taken by Vecna, is cursed, the party saves her but she's in a kind of coma). Bill never leaves her side and he’s the one who heals her (I didn’t include the moment of El making Max's heart beat again, because she's not awakened yet.) Also, this parallel gives so much Elmax energy that I start worrying about Lucas’s fate in the show… However, he's the one never leaving Max's side in the hospital, so I hope the Duffers won't copy everything from IT and it will be Lucas who heals Max (No hate, I like Elmax, but I just want Lucas to have a happy ending too!!!)

Dustin is paralleled to Mike in some ways.

both are bullied and threatened at school;

both are connected to the library (Mike works here Dustin goes there a lot);

both were separated from their party for some time (Mike stays at the hospital after being hurt by Henry while the Losers Club are fighting IT, and Dustin in s3 while he’s stuck with Steve, Robin & Erica).

Now, some things that are bothering me.

The first one - Silver cat.

I still have doubts about who exactly it is. It's associated both with Creels and Wheelers, because my guess is they somehow must be connected. The same in IT - it's associated both with IT (eyes like silver coins) and the Losers (silver slugs and Bill's bicycle).

I recalled the Kas theory and the existance of the artefact called the Eye of Vecna. "The only way to permanently destroy the Eye of Vecna was if both the Eye and the Hand of Vecna were attached to the same creature, and then that creature was slain by the artefact known as the Sword of Kas. Any other attempt to destroy either artefact merely transported it into a hidden vault in an unknown location." We already saw Hopper with the sword. I believe we'll see Mike with the sword in s5 considering he's paralleled to Hopper a lot and so he could be paralleled to St Michael. Also, the disco ball at Rink-o-Mania is silver and I already wrote about my thought it is the way the Duffers wanted to show us Vecna is watching our trio. Vecna's killing while Mike went to Cali ("Silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west"). Bev wounds IT with 2 silver slugs made by Ben (We know that Will's slug in s2 transformed into demodog and then demogorgon. Does that mean in s5 they will be fighting against Vecna with the party or what?) out of a silver dollar in their first battle in the chapter that is called The Bullseye. After Robin & Nancy succeeded in finding what they needed about the Creels family they call Dustin and Robin says Nancy's "shot in the dark was a bull's-eye," and in the battle against Vecna Nancy makes 5 shots (+ 2 Molotov cocktails from Steve & Robin before) and then Vecna vanishes. Together it's 7. 7 fireballs?

In the same battle Bill has performed the "Ritual of Chüd" (a psychic battle in which the two forces duelled with their wits = El is fighting Vecna through her mind) in an attempt to face IT in the Macroverse, the alternate universe where It is from = the Upside Down.

We have another Wheeler sibling who kinda helped the party. It's Holly. Her Lite Brite with a rabbit on it helps the party to communicate with those who are in the Upside Down through the lights. And what is interesting, when the 4 gates open, they start spreading, we hear the chimes and we are shown Creel's house, Eddie's trailer, Lovers Lake, the road where Fred was killed, Wheeler's house with falling photos, Holly and Karen, then again, Creel's house and the library. They showed us the places where the 4 gates were opened + Wheeler's house. Why? And Karen has her own poster in s4. Why? Because she's Creel. And her children too.

Look at these parallels between Holly and Alice. Nightmares. Both are scared because of Vecna.

Also, it's interesting that Holly has dogs on her collar. Dogs are associated with Mike ("I'm not a dog!" ) and demodogs. Dart was a demodog and I have a theory in mind that Dart may symbolise Mike being ashamed of his feelings toward Will = Holly knows about Mike's feelings toward Will. Also, she knows about the supernatural stuff (remember her noticing the lights and the monster in the wall in s1 + noticing the trees moving in s3?)

One more silver reference in IT - Bill's bicycle name is "Silver" and in the end, he takes Audra on a ride on it and during that ride she awakens. I don't have any idea what it symbolises but a bike has wheels, lol. The Wheelers will play a crucial part in healing Max or what? (actually, this resonates with @madwheelerz 's guess of Creels having the ability to reanimate).

2. The second thing and my main concern is Lucas.

I haven't written about any parallels between him and IT characters because I'm not sure who is he paralleled to. Mostly it's Richie I guess, but also Bev is the one entrusted to fire the silver slugs at IT and we know about Lucas's Slingshot Proficiency (knocking Billy briefly unconscious to save Max in s3) + his idea with fireworks in s3.

Richie:

provides emotional support for the group (= Lucas gives emotional support to Max in s1 and s4 + he's the one to give Mike advice when he starts having problems with his relationship with Eleven);

becomes a secondary leader (=s1 Lucas vibes when he's focused on finding Will) and rescues Bill (=in s1 he's the one to warn the party the dad people are coming for El) when the Ritual of Chüd goes wrong, helping Bill kill IT in the final battle;

ferociously fights IT alongside his friends and keeps Bill focused when his grief for Georgie becomes too much + keeps him stable when he thinks Audra might be dead (I believe we'll see Lucas & El bond in s5).

But this. This makes me feel worried about him. In their second and final battle against IT, Losers hit IT with their collective belief and love and childhood nostalgia. Bill fights his way inside It's body, locates It's heart and destroys it. But one of the main characters dies. It's Eddie. He uses his aspirator as before to seriously hurt IT in the physical world, losing his arm in the process and dying of blood loss. THIS scares me. Because look at the poster near Lucas. It says: "BE HERO GIVE BLOOD." And he's wearing blue. Blue=Vecna. There’s so much blue in that room actually. (Okay, I also remembered it was originally Mike standing near that poster but he decided to stand between El and Will, so now it’s Lucas who’s near it. God, I don’t want anyone from the party to die. PLEASE, NO. If he’s gonna sacrifice himself for Mike…I don’t even want to imagine it. Just no.)

Some parallels I've already posted you can check out here, here and here (if you made it till the end of the post...I hope somebody did though).

Wow, it took me some time to finish this post and I’m not even sure many people read it till the end, but still, I hope someone will. The Duffers really take a lot of inspiration from Stephen King’s books, especially films based on his books, and it’s so cool picking up all these parallels, I really enjoy the process and I want to believe some of us will enjoy the result!

P. S. I haven’t read “IT”, so the research is mostly based on the film and some info from Wikipedia and other sites, so if any fans of King and IT happen to read this post and have something to add or correct me, be free to leave your comments <3

#byler #stranger things #stranger things x it #stranger things parallels #stranger things/it parallels #stranger things theory #vecna #mike wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #el hopper #stranger things 5 theory

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steddie-thirst · 2 years

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It Lives | Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader |

Summary: Eddie takes you back home and offers to whip up something to make you feel better. You explain to him what happened back at the school. Things get a bit worse from there.

Warnings: cursing, smoking, clowns (scary ones), slight blood and gore. 18+

Minors please DNI or Read! Thank You! If you wish to be added to my taglist, do not be afraid to ask!

"God, it's freaking freezing out here." Chrissy pulls her jacket tighter over her uniform, trying to fend herself off from the cool air. Small blooms of goosebumps make their way down her expose legs, only clad in her cheer uniform, made up of her shirt and skirt, with a jacket.

As she walked Chrissy passed the old kissing bridge. The wind picking up, leaves rustling, and voices. Wait- Voices?

Chrissy

She stops and turns around eyes darting between the trees and the empty road behind her, "Hello?" She steps back, loose gravel crunching beneath the pads of her sneakers. "Who's there?"

Chrissy, Over here!

She heard briefly the sound of laughter and she grew even more nervous. Chrissy shakes her head then turns to run, "No. I'm not the dumb blonde." Yet she stops at the sight of the new figure in the road. Her heart beats faster and lungs burning. It became rather hard to breathe as she spotted a figure out the other side of the bridge.

The silhouette is odd, tall, and leering. Before she even got a syllable out, the figure slowly made it's way into the light. A tall Shakespearean era clown appeared before her. "Wha-" It smiled at her lifting his left arm to wave at her. "Hello, Chrissy."

She shakes her head and turns to run away. "Somebody help me-" The clown ran after her teeth bared and ready to dig into her. She barely made it off the bridge before she was caught, sharp teeth ripping and tearing. Chrissy let out a half-scream mixed with a sob as she fell to the ground her blood mixing with tears. It fed on her, tasting the fear in each drop of blood spilled. Chrissy was gone in a instant.

Meat, potatoes, vegetables, and broth stir around in the small bowl as Eddie stands at the stove stirring the pot of stew he was making just for you, "You want any crackers with this?" He asked suddenly.

You frowned, "We don't have any crackers, Eddie."

Eddie stops stirring the soup and turns to you, eyes wide and mouth hung open and slack forming a sort of 'O' shape. "What? That's crazy!" He was always the type to use comedy in order to diffuse tense situations. It always worked too, because you were smiling.

"Only psychos eat soup without crackers." You giggle as he pours some into a small bowl, placing it on the small table in front of you. "And I didn't take you for a psycho." He goes to wash the pot in the sink as you swirl your spoon in the broth. A smile still on your face despite the situation that happened earlier in the school.

Your smile drops and you let it slip, "Eddie. Have you ever seen anything crazy?" He turns off the tap and turns to you drying off his hands with a worn dish towel as he approaches you at the counter. "L-Like you think maybe you're going crazy? Or it's not real?"

"Sweetheart, I do drugs." Eddie admits to no surprise, "I see shit all the time-"

"No, not like that." You argue and Eddie looks down at his worn sneakers, nodding.

"Okay, talk to me. I'm here as a friend, not your dad." Eddie leans over the counter elbows propping his upper frame. "So, let me hear it." He gives you the charming grin and you nod.

"I've been seeing things in my dreams. Scary things." You start reaching over to grab his hand, just as something to anchor yourself. Right here and right now. "I saw a clown at the school, blue eyes, red hair, old costume and he was tall. He made me see things that weren't there." Eddie squeezes your hand and smiles reassuringly.

"Hey, whatever you saw. I believe you." Eddie locks his fingers with yours and you smile back at him. It felt relieving to finally have someone to talk to. Eddie was a drug dealer, and a chronic smoker, and made a few bad decisions, but he was trustworthy. He was very kindhearted and honestly would not ever do you any wrong. Right now it just felt right to be here with him.

So he stayed with you, talked to you about your dreams and nightmares. The things that scared you he offered comfort for. "Eddie, you don't have to stay."

"I do. Can't leave my favorite girl all alone." You smile at his words. Favorite girl? Was that supposed to be you? It didn't matter and so far you were enjoying his company, wishing this would last forever. Being with him and this feeling.

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imfinereallyy · 8 months

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you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

#do I love angst? yes. but also need to be happy in my delulu world for five seconds #sometimes you need domestic fluff to soothe the burn #fan fiction #ao3 #hurt/comfort #steddie #stranger things #lumax #byler #ronance #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #archive of our own #wattpad #robin buckley #steve x eddie #happy endings

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lokis-army-77 · 7 months

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Private Viewing

Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 6.8k

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.

Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. 💗 and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a title💗.

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Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy.

You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasn’t all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight.

Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception.

You were so close to the edge, Ed’s moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out.

“Rub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.” He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesn’t matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. “Please,” you beg out into your empty room. You aren’t too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe you’re asking to cum?

It’s like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, “That’s a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?” He nods his head lazily. “I knew you would baby. Okay. Five.”

You want to cry.

“Four.”

The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.

“Three.”

You feel like you’re going to explode. He’s counting too slowly.

“Two.”

The tears are flowing now.

“One.”

You let out a strangled scream.

“Cum baby. Do it, now.”

Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, there’s a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well.

With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum.

When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, “Thata girl. Always make me cum so much.” He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. “Get you some rest baby, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

And then the live is over.

Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed.

…

Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. It’s a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class.

You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.

The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you.

You’re only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang.

He apologizes before making his introduction. He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.

It’s only once you’ve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You can’t quite put a finger on it and it bugs you.

His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. He’s got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence.

It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. You’ve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention.

Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. That’s when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O.

“Oh my fucking god. No. It can’t be.” You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you don’t even have to look for his user, he’s the first post on the screen.

Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand.

It’s a wonder you weren’t caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone.

Your stomach drops. You can’t keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldn’t be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes.

When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.

That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.

…

Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself.

‘You know him, it’s wrong to keep watching his videos.”

‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you aren’t going to tell him, are you?’

‘No…’

‘Then it’s okay, it’ll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, he’d miss you in the chat.’

You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldn’t be. But hey, it feels good to be bad.

Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.

He’s only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans.

You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat.

Princess23: hi Ed

His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"

There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.

Princess23: stressful… you've been distracting me.

The reply to his question is truer than he realizes.

"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.

Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth.

It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"

Princess23: yes please

"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.

You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one.

Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.

He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.

"This one’s for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off.

As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs.

Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.

"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length.

"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?"

"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound.

You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth.

"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect."

You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit.

The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.

The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.

There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level.

It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast.

So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.

You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy.

"Oh fuck," you cry. Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions.

He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized.

He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.

The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core.

Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.

He’s not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end.

“God dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?”

“Yes.” You turn up the vibrator. “Fuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.”

The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated.

Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight.

With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You don’t even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure.

…

It’s October now. The semester is halfway over and you’ve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week.

Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie won’t be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you.

You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddie’s. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, what’s going to happen when he actually interacts with you?

There isn’t much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you.

“Hi.” He says, eyes bright and expectant. “I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. “Sorry. I was a bit out of it.” You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space.

“No problem.” He smiles. “Uh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?”

“Oh, yeah. Here,” You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. “You can text yourself.”

He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it.

“Great. I’ll text you when I’m free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that I’m usually free.”

You nearly choke when you realize he’s given you his streaming schedule. “I- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.”

"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students.

You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?

…

You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job.

It’s been two weeks of working together on this project and it’s been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay.

Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddie’s computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition.

You sigh, “Eddie, as much as I love that sound, I really don’t think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isn’t as emotionally charged as I’d like it to be.”

“Well show me something similar to what you’re wanting.” He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together.

You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster.

Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“What was that?” He asks.

“What was what?” You answer.

“Why did you slam your phone down?”

“Oh, I just forgot the title of the song.”

“Right…” He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. “Why don’t we call it quits for tonight? It’s getting late and we aren’t going to agree on anything if we’re both tired.”

A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. “That sounds good to me.” You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You don’t want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didn’t notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen.

“Bye Eddie.” You wave to him on your way out the door.

Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."

…

After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean.

It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not.

You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand.

You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."

He turns to you. "Hum?"

You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."

"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered.

"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."

He doesn't look all too surprised.

"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."

Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans.

You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.

Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.

Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasn’t to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.

When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly.

He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin.

"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out."

The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved.

"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddie’s smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself."

You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped.

He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.

Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long.

You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to.

'He knows." You argue with yourself.

'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'

The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it.

So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen.

Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.

He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head.

You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut.

You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him.

Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls.

Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.

He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more.

It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does.

"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. “God, I’m gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.”

Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises.

In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark.

…

Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, you’ve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see.

Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isn’t loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf.

You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear.

“Hi, Sweetheart.”

“Eddie-” You heave, relieved it wasn’t someone coming to kill you in cold blood.

“Did you enjoy my show last night?” He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face.

You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret.

“You don’t know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?”

Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer.

Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “So… Which one of my subs are you? Hum?”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Eddie tuts. “Don’t get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.” His tone is dominating. It’s one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking.

“I-I,” You can't help but stutter. “It’s Princess23.” You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.

He sucks in a breath. “Oh, Princess. That was you?”

He forces you to look at him and you nod your head.

You hate that he’s making you look him in the eye, but you can see what’s swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful.

As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down.

“I can give you a private show if you want, baby.” He leans back in. “Right here,” He nipps at your ear lobe. “Right now.”

“Eddie, we can’t… We’re at my work.”

He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. “It’s fine Sweetheart, no one’s here but us, right?”

“Yes, but-”

He cuts you off with a finger over your lips.

“Then let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what you’ve seen online.” He doesn’t give you time to think before his lips are on yours.

They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does.

To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. It’s intoxicating, and addicting. You’ve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him.

His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.

With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesn’t stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. It’s a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank.

When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine.

"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."

You pout. "But Eddie…"

"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."

You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work.

It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it.

"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."

He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."

You moan loudly at his praise.

"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."

His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.

"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.

"Kiss me again," you beg.

He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you.

The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt, uncomfortably, between your legs.

"So good for me." He praises.

You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.

"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.

"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin.

You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."

Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs.

You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddie’s fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds.

You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.

"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.

The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.

"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.

"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"

It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are.

Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.

You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you.

"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him.

Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster.

He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.

The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You can’t keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight.

He stops his movements to try and situate you. “Come on, baby, gotta stand up.”

You shake your head. “I can’t, s’too much.” Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. “There's a couch.” You point to the back of the store. “It’s in the break room.”

Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions.

The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room.

In contrast to the cool leather, Eddie’s hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. You’re almost folded in half.

“Jesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.” He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt. She’s gaping for me.” Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part.

You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again.

Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans.

“Pull your shirt up.” He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. “That too.” He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow.

Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. “Fucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.”

You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits. He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either.

“Eddie… Ah- Eddie-” You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight.

He growls. “I know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. You’re on the precipice.

Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit.

“Oooh- Oh fuck!” You scream. “Shit shit shit shitshitshitshit…. Ah!”

“Louder.” He moans. “Want the whole town to hear you sweet girl.”

“Eddie! Oh, I’m there. I’m fucking there.” You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddie’s tempo shift. He’s losing speed.

“Goddammit. I cumming too.” Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out.

Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesn’t follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy.

You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. He’s lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time.

You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. “Eddie, please.” Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesn’t move. “Ed-” He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy.

Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.

“Christ. You taste so good.” He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. “Did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“Mhum. So proud.” He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin.

Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. He’s exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You don’t have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened.

It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you.

“Eds, baby, I need to lock up.”

He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again.

“Eddie.” You say it a bit more sternly. “Get up and I’ll let you take me back to yours.”

That gets his attention and he’s up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on.

He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground.

Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things you’ll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first.

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Really just wanted to draw a Camp Counsellor, Steddie. But being a bit of a horror fan I turned toward the awesome 80s videos of the day for inspiration. Where both of them think a warm summer and babysitting kids is going to be a breeze. Little do they know that they become the Final boys as something stalks the camp 😢 Is it really killing the kids? Or are the boys just stuck in their own nightmare the Camp created for them? DunDunDun!!!! 😨😈

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things art #stranger things #horror #camp horror #my fanart

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