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dwobbitfromtheshire · 6 months

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Sorry, I just got this image of Steve with a cheesy grin and loving the running joke about him being a parental figure with Eddie.

After Vecna, the first joke gives him a mental image of his future in the RV, and it's Eddie right there beside him. He immediately knows that he wants Eddie to be the father of his children. He just glows when the kids joke about it, and so they do it even more. Of course, it made Eddie annoyed because he's a little slow and still thinks Steve is straight, that he had zero chance with him.

Of course, by the time that Christmas rolls around, they still haven't revealed their feelings. There's a party at Steve's house, and Eddie decides to dress up as Santa as a surprise. He strolled into the living room, shaking his belly.

"Ho, ho, ho!" Eddie bellowed. "Merry Christmas! Hope all you boys and girls have been completely bad this year!"

"Eddie," Steve said with a fond grin. "Where the hell did you find an all black Santa suit?"

"I have my ways," Eddie said coyly. "And you should know that it's not Santa Claus. It's Satan Claws."

He cackled, revealing fake claws, before running off to join the others. Steve watched him, his cheeks red. Robin looked at him in disbelief.

"Unbelievable, I can't believe you're in love with this man," Robin said. "At least my love isn't crazy like him."

She had spoken too soon because a moment later, Vickie entered the house in an all black Elf costume, fangs dripping with fake blood.

"He asked me to be his elf!" Vickie exclaimed as she greeted Robin with a kiss. "It sounded like so much fun!"

"You were saying?" Steve asked as Vickie ran off.

"Well, at least I told her how I felt," Robin said. "Chicken shit."

Satan Claws were a big hit with the kids as well as his Elf. And when the party started to slow down a little, it gave Max an opportunity to talk with Eddie.

"Can I tell Satan Claws what I want for Christmas?" Max asked.

"Sure thing," Eddie said with a grin.

"You know my biggest wish isn't that I could walk again. . .no, I accepted that. What I wish for is my two dads to get their heads out of their asses and tell each other that their madly in love with each other," Max replied.

"Well, it's a huge risk for one of your dads," Eddie chuckled nervously.

"Everything in life is a risk. Getting up out of bed in the morning is a risk," Max said. "You have to decide if Steve is worth it or not."

Eddie shrieked when he felt someone grab him and move him into the doorway of the living room. Suddenly, he was standing in front of Steve, who was looking above his head. Eddie followed his line of sight and saw a mistletoe hanging above their heads.

"Look, Steve - ," Eddie started to say.

Steve grinned and pulled him in by his fake beard, kissing him. Eddie froze for a moment before deepening the kiss. He enjoyed the way Steve giggled into his mouth every time the beard tickled his chin. They weren't even bothered when the kids started to sing, "I saw Daddy kissing Satan Claws." It was all very bad. They broke apart to breathe, laughing with their heads pressed together. Steve touched the pillow under Eddie's coat.

"I work fast," Steve smirked, and Eddie giggled.

"And that boys and girls," Robin said with her finger in the air as though she were a stuffy professor. "Is why you should never kiss a metalhead. They're super, duper fertile."

"Ah," the kids said unison, nodding solemnly.

Eddie grabbed the pillow out from under his coat and threw it at her.

"Fuck off, Robin," Eddie laughed.

"I can't believe you threw your baby," Robin scoffed. "You're a terrible father."

"Don't listen to her, you're a great dad," Steve laughed.

"Aw, thanks, baby," Eddie said.

They kissed again with Robin groaning in the background and the kids starting in on another verse of the song they wrote. It was a good Christmas all around, and Steve looked forward to more to come with Eddie.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 2 years

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imagine steve being protective of you

steve harrington x reader

warnings: mentions of emotionally abusive parent, reader shutting down. short but sweet.

The subtle way your face faces into an emotionless expression after being interrupted by Dustin three different times gets Steve’s attention. He doesn’t say anything at first, waiting for you to say something but when Dustin ignores your opinion on how to solve the Vecna problem and continues to ramble on – he has had enough.

“For Christ sakes, Henderson, you’re not the only one with a brain here,” he shouts, hands on his hips. He dips his head in your direction and glares at the young man, everyone else falls silent as Steve’s expression softens as he looks to you. “Go on.”

Feeling slightly embarrassed, you shake your head no. “It’s fine, I’m new to all of this, Dustin knows more.”

Nancy sends you an empathetic smile and you back away, taking a seat on the rock next to Eddie, who gives you a supportive pat on the thigh. You smile up at him and he rolls his eyes at Dustin, whispering that the kid is going through a massive ego phase. Saying nothing, you stare over at Steve, his eyes baring down on you. His focus never leaves you until a plan is being settled and everyone gets up, except you sit still for a moment. Eddie asks if you’re coming and you tell him to go on ahead, Steve motions for him to hurry as he collects his things and runs to catch up to the group. Steve stands there for a moment before walking over to you and reaching out a hand. You take it and he pulls you up from the ground, pulling you into an embrace, hands rubbing up and down your back.

“Don’t let that little shit’s ego mess with you, he doesn’t mean it,” he explains, and you nod against his chest. Knowing how your father was, Steve is well versed on the things that make you shut down – one of them being interrupted as if what you have to say means nothing. It might sound silly, you had told him once, but you explained that your father’s rule was the law of the land growing up. Steve, understanding difficult fathers, has made it his second nature to notices all signs of you shutting down. Most of the time, you are able to stand up for yourself but sometimes Steve is the one that pipes up.

“Thanks,” you whisper into his chest, pulling your head back to get a look at him. He smiles and flicks a falling leaf off your shoulder, leaning forward to kiss you on the forehead.

“Any time, just – just know I’m always here for you, okay?”

“My hero,” you tease, finally smiling. Kissing him on the lips, you reel in the feel of his arms around your waist; grateful for Steve’s loving and protective nature, something you never thought you could have. He laughs and kisses you again, unable to ever get enough before finally pulling away. He holds your hand and asks if you are ready, you nod and allow him to lead you to the trail – the group is yards away, allowing the two of you to have some peace among the looming, impending doom.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington being protective #steve harrington

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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In the Midnight Hour Part 3

And here we come to the REAL reason I started this AU.

Part 1 Part 2

Steve picked Robin up to take her to school. And she was chattering away like she always did.

“Like it’s hilarious,” Robbin was saying. “Andy and Chase, not having the energy to do anything. They’ve apparently been benched twice because they can barely stand let alone dribble a ball.”

Steve hummed. “Anyone else on the team that’s been lethargic?”

Robin thought for a moment. “Not on the basketball team. There were a couple other jocks that had that long and drawn out look, but they’re better off, I guess. Able to function and shit, but like pale.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a vampire or some such shit.”

“Ewww,” she crowed. “Are there vampires in DnD? Could this be an Upside Down thing?”

Steve chewed on his lips. “I don’t know, Robs. I’m not well versed in this shit. I’d the hitter not the planner.”

“I’ll talk to the dweebs at lunch,” Robin sighed. “See what their thoughts are on this.”

Steve nodded.

“What are you doing today?” she asked as he pulled up the school.

“I have the day off so I thought I’d visit Wayne again,” Steve murmured.

Robin’s shoulders sagged. “You don’t have to keep doing this. He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

Steve chewed on his lip. “It helps...me.”

Her eyes softened. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard for you to lose anyone, even if you didn’t get a chance to know him.”

Steve just nodded.

She patted his shoulder and then left for school.

He drove straight to the Motel 6 and pulled into the parking lot. Thanks to Eddie being a part of the “team” or party or whatever the government had deigned to give Wayne Munson the ‘pay off’ or whatever to keep his mouth shut about the Upside Down.

So he was living in a motel until he could get a bank to look at him to buy a house.

Steve walked up to room six and knocked.

Wayne opened the door. “Back again, Harrington?”

Steve smiled. “Maybe I just like your company.”

Wayne scoffed. “No one likes my company these days. Well except you and that Henderson kid.”

“Dustin’s been by?” Steve asked, looking down at his feet.

“He still not talking to you?” Wayne asked softly.

Steve shook his head. “Thinks it should have been me instead of Eddie. I thought I share.”

“Survivors’ guilt is a hell of thing,” Wayne agreed.

“You were in the Vietnam war, right?” Steve asked, sitting down on the one chair in the room.

“The government always were sick sons of bitches,” Wayne said gruffly.

Steve scoffed. “Tell me about it.”

Wayne frowned. “And what would you know about that?”

Steve looked around. “You think this room is bugged?”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. He hadn’t pegged Steve for a conspiracy nut, but then this wasn’t the normal teenage boy, either.

“No,” he replied. “I sweep for bugs every time I come back.”

It was Steve’s turn to look surprised. “Now, why would you do that, sir?”

“Why don’t you tell me what you know,” Wayne said, sitting on the bed and facing him, “and I’ll tell you what I know.”

So Steve did. He told him everything. From the beginning with Will all the way to the end with Eddie’s death and the return of Vecna.

“Shit,” Wayne said. “Had I known it was Henry Creel, I would grabbed my shot gun and helped hunt down the bastard.”

“You knew Henry Creel, sir?”

“I’m only a year older than that sick son of a bitch,” Wayne said. “I have my accent because I kept it. I want to remind every single one of those bastards that I am not here by choice.”

Steve frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I was the wrong kind of powered,” Wayne said. “Can’t do much with an empath.”

“What’s an empath?”

“An empath is someone who can feel other people’s emotions. I can immediately tell what mood someone is in no matter how good they are at masking it,” Wayne explained. “Can’t weaponize feeling things. They tried to get me use it feel out foreign heads of state. Are they nervous, happy, angry? The problem was that they could be mad about their toast being burnt that morning and not angry at being at the meeting. So I was dumped in a town that hated people who were different.”

“What was your number?” Steve asked.

Wayne shook his head. “Different project. I had a name, not a number. I was the precursor to whatever shit they got Henry involved in. And your friend, too.”

“What about your parents, your brother?” Steve asked. “Didn’t your family care what happened to you?”

Wayne shrugged. “My parents were happy to take the money the government gave them to keep their mouths shut and my brother was their golden child. I grew up in the care system here and got a job right out high school.”

Steve winced. “Is that why you offered to take Eddie, because you didn’t want him in the system?”

Wayne smiled. “I don’t know why your friends think you’re the dumb one, you seem pretty quick to me.”

“When it comes to people, sure,” Steve said with a small smile. “Not when it comes to everything else.”

Wayne smiled back. “I think you and I are the same, thinking with our hearts and not our heads.”

Steve straightened up and grinned. “I don’t have powers, though.”

Wayne just shook his head. “You’re here about Eddie, aren’t you?”

“I know Dustin told you he died,” Steve said.

“But he’s not dead,” Wayne said. “I can still feel him.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “Come again?”

“I’m real close to Eddie,” Wayne explained. “I can feel his emotions better than anyone. When Dustin came and said he died. He wasn’t wrong. Not then.”

Steve closed his eyes and lower lip shook. “I think Vecna‒Henry brought him back as a vampire or something similar.”

Wayne nodded. “He’s not quite right, my Eddie. When he was brought back I mean, not before.”

“He’s been visiting me,” Steve admitted shyly.

“How long?”

“A few weeks,” Steve said softly. “I was having nightmares and hallucinations before this and thought he was one of them.

Wayne nodded. “What made you decide he might be the real deal?”

Steve threw his head back and groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I’m waiting,” Wayne said playfully.

“His hair.”

“You want to run that past me one more time?” Wayne asked.

“I’ve been able to ‘touch’ my hallucinations before,” he said put air quotes around touch. “But this was different. I’d never touched his hair prior to his death so I should have no frame of reference for what it should feel like.”

Wayne nodded. “Ah. I gotcha. You expected it to feel a certain way and when you touched it, it didn’t feel that way.”

“Exactly!” Steve said, snapping his fingers. “And that’s why I’m here. You needed to be the first to know that Eddie was back. And that there might be a chance to bring him home.”

Wayne nodded, tears filling up his eyes. “You’re a good man, Steve Harrington.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m really not. But if it was the other way round, I’d be pissed if no one told me there was a chance to save him.”

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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sayoneee · 2 years

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☆ LOVIN' FEELIN'

steve harrington can never fail to get under your skin. sometimes, he even crosses the line, but how is he able to win you back? (1.1k)

contains: steve harrington x fem! reader. top gun (1986) references. tom cruise mention. set post s3 / s4, no s4 spoilers besides (1) vecna mention. cheesiness overload.

kashaf's note: first time writing for stranger things!! english isnt my first language pls keep that in mind

“FUCK OFF,” you hissed at your long-time best friend, steve harrington, watching as the nonchalant smile across his face flickered.

you were fuming. at steve harrington, at his stupid hair and his stupid face. it was halloween, the two of you were at a party, and you had arrived with robin, who had blown you off as soon as she had caught sight of vickie standing in the corner with a red solo cup in her hand.

you were dressed as sloane peterson, from ferris bueller’s day off; robin was dressed as… well, you weren’t quite sure, and it was too late to ask anyway. steve, of course, had gone as maverick from top gun – you weren’t the least bit surprised when he had shown up at your door earlier that night with the iconic aviator glasses on, and the jacket. god, you had to admit he did look heavenly with the glasses and jacket. his obsession with maverick stemmed from when the entire gang had seen it in theaters on a friday afternoon. after all the vecna business, you were in a dire need of a well-deserved break.

top gun had become a life-changing moment for you and steve; the two of you walked out of the theater as two completely different people. or, at least, that’s what you liked to think. in all honesty, nothing had changed apart from your newfound obsession with iceman (val kilmer), and steve’s raging obsession with tom cruise.

steve had protested going to a party for halloween, citing the fact he was “too mature now” to participate in the activities of highschoolers. you had snorted and dragged him with you; after all, one party couldn’t hurt, could it? you weren’t even sure who threw the party – it was the least of your concerns – but after not seeing anyone from hawkins high, you concluded it was probably a college kid who stuck around. you just wanted to have some fun, and the pounding music in the background fit the sweaty atmosphere.

you glared at steve as he stretched a hand out to you from the midst of other people sloppily dancing to the blaring music, acting as if he didn’t do anything wrong. he yanked his hand back, confusion painting his features, “what’d i do this time?”

the question angered you further, how could he not know what he did? his nonchalant demeanor painted the entire incident as a minor inconvenience. “figure it out.”

you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, the aviators successfully shielded his eyes and you guessed it was apprehension that appeared on his face. you turned away from him, directing your attention toward the table behind you, carrying the giant punch bowl, and began to pour some out in an empty solo cup.

behind you, corey hart’s voice suddenly halted in the middle of “sunglasses at night” – you whirled around to find the source, only to see steve standing with a microphone (how he found it, you weren’t sure) and a hand pointing at you. you stared at him in disbelief. there was no way.

“you never close your eyes anymore, when i kiss your lips,” he sang, slightly off-beat, dragging the syllables of “lips” out. taking a sip of your drink, you hid your amusement and the slight turning up of the corner of your lips, you watched him take a few steps toward you until you were within a foot of each other, and he began to snap his fingers as robin sang the next verse. the last you knew, she was talking to vickie, so how she ended up playing wingwoman for steve was a mystery. “and there’s no tenderness like before in your fingertiiips.”

you snorted when steve continued, leaning toward you, his aviator glasses sliding slightly down his nose – enough for you to make eye contact. you tried to avert your gaze as heat rose to your cheeks, shaking your head as onlookers began to crowd around steve and robin.

“you’re trying hard not to show it,” steve paused briefly, breaking the eye contact previously held between the two of you, glancing around at the crowd formed around you, made up of your old highschool friends and acquaintances.

after the momentary silence, in which you could all hear the crickets chirping outside into the late night, the entire crowd of sweaty party-goers joined steve, “but baby, baby i know it.”

god, you were already feeling the start of a migraine as everyone began screaming their hearts out, “YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVIN’ FEELIN’.”

against your personal desire, and self control, you let out a small laugh at steve’s childish antics, “sit down,” quoting charlie from the movie. he bowed to the crowd before joining you.

“you’re an attention whore, you know that?” you aimed the rhetorical question at him, as he leaned against the table, suffocatingly close to you – you could feel the heat of his shoulder when it brushed against yours, as he reached behind you. you kept your gaze trained on the people in front of you finishing the rendition of “you’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’”, ignoring steve’s eyes on you.

“all attention is good attention,” he laughed. you smiled, shoving him, ignoring the tingling feeling rising in the pit of your stomach from the brief contact. you put your cup down behind you.

“you’ll have girls linin’ up just for you to serenade them now,” you teased him, avoiding the feelings arising within you at the thought of steve with someone that wasn’t you. you had been in love with him since the end of your junior year (his senior year) even though he was with nancy at the time, and it had broken your heart to see them together. “you’re back in business, steve.”

steve merely smiled, uncharacteristically taking a long sip of his drink, putting the cup down, and avoiding your stare as silence settled like an uninvited guest. “but did it work on you though?”

your eyes widened and you met steve’s gaze head on, he had taken the aviator glasses off and tucked them in his jacket and the intent look behind his eyes drew you in. you understood what he was trying to say, and you began to nervously play with the long silver earrings you had put on to better resemble sloane from ferris bueller's day off.

in that moment, your previous anger had dissipated as quickly as it came as you looked at steve harrington, your best friend your entire life, the boy you had liked since your junior year, who had been there for you through thick and thin. a soft “yes” left you as you leaned forward, grabbed the collar of his jacket, and pulled him into a kiss.

you pulled away from him, smiling as you attempt to be stern, “don’t think i haven’t forgotten about you stealing my candy, by the way.”

“that’s what you’re upset about?” steve stared at you in disbelief.

you laughed at his facial expression, “you can find a way to make it up to me y’know?”

he grabbed your hand, and “don’t you forget about me” began to drown out all other noise and the two of you made your exit from the party.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Eddie x F!Reader — I’d just really like to read how Eddie would react if reader joins him in the upside down to perform Master of Puppets. She would be a little delayed because he had demanded her to not go back through the gate with him, and after sneaking through, knowing their plan, she had managed to, with struggle, drag her drum kit piece by piece on the rooftop (she lives like 5 trailers down from Eddie) to join him (probably around “come crawling faster, obey your master” or second verse) and Dustin turns in surprise as her bass literally vibrates under his feet, and tentacles start oozing and slithering around her trailer for the source of the disturbance. She has NO protection up there, and teetering on being louder and more of a target than Eddie.

This is really sad and dark, so if that's not your thing, I apologize.

Warnings: death, blood, language, events of S4 V2 occur

WC: 1.8k

“Look at us,” Eddie tells Steve, glancing at you and Dustin with a somber smile, “we are not heroes.”

Not heroes.

You’d spent the last 48 hours chasing down an anthropomorphic villain in an otherworldly dimension, and Eddie Munson had the audacity to say you weren’t a hero.

You’re unsure why his statement bothers you, why anything he says affects you at all. It was a twist of fate–bad luck, even–that you’d been ravaging around Rick’s abandoned boathouse when Eddie darted in, desperate for a place to hide.

“Fuck, didn’t think anyone would be here,” he’d panted, wiping his sweaty forehead on his leather jacket-clad arms.

“Me, either,” you’d admitted, pocketing a thin silver chain that Rick had left behind. It could be junk, but it was worth a shot. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He’d cocked his head, eyeing you in a way that made you feel recognized, not unnerved. “I feel like I’ve seen you around before,” he’d said. “You go to Hawkins High?”

“I did; graduated back in ‘84.” It was your crown achievement, being the first person in your family to finish high school. “I, uh, wanted to go to college, but it was too expensive. All my money goes to keeping me and my mom in our shitty trailer.”

Eddie snapped his fingers excitedly, a smile spreading across his pinked cheeks. “You live in Forest Hills!” he’d exclaimed loudly, then caught himself. “Are you the girl who plays drums?”

You gave a small laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. “Guilty as charged,” you’d conceded. “Sorry if it’s annoying; ‘s like my only outlet in this boring town.”

“Annoying?” Eddie gawped, crossing his arms over his chest, “you’re so good! Plus, it keeps me from being the only one bothering the neighbors with my loud-ass music.”

And then it clicked. “You’re Guitar Guy!” you’d blurted out, accidentally using the nickname you’d secretly bestowed upon him. “I mean…you’re the guy who plays guitar…”

“You can call me Eddie; although Guitar Guy sounds pretty metal, too.”

Somehow, that chance encounter had led you here, to a place called the Upside Down, bonded with a ragtag gang of Hawkins misfits.

While Max, Lucas, and Erica are luring Vecna to the real Creel attic, Steve, Robin, and Nancy will creep into the Upside Down version and destroy his body. You, Eddie, and Dustin have to secure the Munson trailer and set up speakers so Eddie could distract the demobats. That’s all.

But you have other plans.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Dustin in a hushed whisper while Eddie is fawning over his alternate dimension guitar. You dash out of the door, making your way to your own trailer–well, the Upside Down version of it, anyway.

“Wh-wha?” you hear Dustin stammering. “Dude, your girlfriend just ditched us!” He must be speaking to Eddie, though you can’t bring yourself to stick around and hear his response. No, you’re technically not his girlfriend; not his anything, really, but it would still be painful to hear the confirmation. Besides, you have a mission to complete.

You yank off the thin cloth covering your drumset. Slimy vines lay at the base, but have not yet wrapped around the kit itself. You breathe a sigh of relief for small miracles as you shove the drumsticks into your back pocket.

There’s no question what song Eddie will play; all you’ve heard the last week is Metallica’s Master of Puppets blaring from his side of the trailer park. The beat was imprinted in your head, which would now come in handy.

Piece by piece, you drag the bass, then the snare, and finally the cymbals outside. Now the real struggle remained: how to hoist them atop your trailer roof. It would be much easier if the guys could help you, but they’d only try to stop you if they knew. You mimic the makeshift entry to the Upside Down by tying your bedsheets around each part of the set, climbing to the roof and pulling them up. The sound of Eddie’s guitar reverberates through the park, still louder than the screeching bats in the distance.

“C’mon, pull yourself together” you mutter, hands shaking with fear. You hadn’t practiced the song much, insecure about the mysterious Guitar Guy knowing that you’d been listening to him play. It seemed so silly now; worrying about something so benign when there were terrifying things luring beneath the surface.

Eddie’s fingers fly over the strings, his face scrunched in concentration. Neither he nor Dustin have noticed you, and you’d like to keep it that way as long as possible.

Two, three, four, you count yourself in, right as Eddie gets to the “Come crawling faster/Obey your master” part. You start softly, but the adrenaline kicks in and you soon find yourself playing as though your life depends on it–which, in this case, it might.

Dustin is the first to notice the additional noise. He audibly gasps when his binoculars land on you. “Eddie!” he cries out, desperate for the man’s attention. “Look!” Eddie’s gaze follows Dustin’s pointing finger.

“What the fuck?” he shouts, but he doesn’t stop playing. “She’s gonna get herself killed!” He glances up at the sky at the swarm of bats, headed towards the trailers.

Eddie turns to the curly-haired boy kneeling at his speakers and shouts as loudly as he can. “Turn it louder!”

Dustin fiddles with the knob. “It doesn’t go any louder!” he yells back. He puts the binoculars back to his eyes. “T-minus thirty!” he announces, holding up three fingers on one hand and making a 0 with the other.

Eddie acknowledges this with a nod. There’s a pit in his stomach when he realizes that you’re unaware of the countdown to impending doom.

“T-minus twenty!” Dustin waves his arms frantically to get your attention, but you’re engrossed in the music. The bat shrieks get louder as they zigzag between the dark clouds. Eddie’s fingers are flying across the guitar, strings digging into the pads of his fingers as he plays as loudly as he can. Dustin gives the ten-second warning, biting his lips nervously.

You and Eddie finish the song simultaneously; he and Dustin waste no time leaping off of the roof. “Y/N, let’s go, let’s go, LET’S GO!” Eddie screams, waving you over. You steady yourself as you jump off your own roof, but unlike the boys, you land awkwardly and feel your right ankle give out underneath you.

“Fuck!” you hiss. You try to walk on it, but you just stumble to the ground. “Eddie! Dustin! HELP!” You’re shouting into the void; both of them are already at the rope.

“Where is she?” Eddie mutters as he holds the rope steady for Dustin. “Henderson, she’s not here yet!”

“She’ll be here,” Dustin reassures his friend as he flings himself into the real Hawkins. “She was a few trailers behind us, remember?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, no, it’s been too long. She should’ve gotten here by now.” He swivels around at the sound of your voice begging for help. “I gotta go.” Ignoring Dustin’s protests, Eddie grabs his makeshift shield and runs as fast as he can. His heart pounds against his chest as his boots hit the ground, thudding across the damp grass. Your ear-piercing scream makes his blood run cold, and he sprints faster.

But the worst part isn’t your scream. It’s the silence that follows.

Eddie gets to your side just as the demobats fall down, crashing onto the dirt clumsily. They look so unassuming and docile, a stark contrast from their ferociousness just moments ago. His eyes immediately land on your torso, marred and bloodied.

“Oh, no,” he murmurs as he kneels down, hands turning sticky and crimson as soon as he touches you. “No, no, no. Y/N…Y/N, you gotta stay with me.”

“Eddie,” you croak, choking out your words. “Is it bad?”

“‘S gonna be fine, sweetheart.” His voice is brave, but the fear in his eyes give him away. He removes the black bandana from his head and wraps it around your ribs in an attempt at a tourniquet. You grimace at the pressure against your open wounds. “What were you thinking?”

“W-wanted to b-be a hero,” you stutter, offering him as much of a smile as you can. You can feel the blood trickle from your lips and down your chin. “Th-this is g-gonna be your y-year, right?”

His heart sinks. Huddled in the boathouse together, you two had quickly begun trading stories. He told you about how his parents split when he was nine, leaving Wayne as his guardian; you confided that your mom had no clue who your dad even was. When you’d mentioned wanting to pursue a career in nursing, but not being able to pay for courses, he’d confessed that he was on his third go-around at senior year.

“But this’ll be it,” he’d stated confidently, hunched over in the lifeboat. “It’s my year, baby. ‘86!”

“Yeah,” he smiles forlornly back at you. “Yeah, it is. But I want you to be here, too.”

You reach a hand out to his tear-stained cheek, using what little energy you have to rub your thumb over it. “How d’you l-look so cute even when you’re c-crying?” Your laugh is cut short by a choking fit.

“Save your strength, darlin’.” he tells you, but he knows that you’re far too injured for his advice to matter.

Dustin runs over now, taking one look at the situation and groaning.

“Eddie, is she–”

“She’s gonna be fine,” Eddie interrupts, a pointed look on his face telling the boy to be quiet. “You’re gonna be fine, okay?” he says, turning to you.

“Mhm,” you manage, “just gonna rest for a sec…” Eddie and Dustin watch as a stillness creeps over your body, and you take your final breath. They stand there for a few minutes, unable to move.

Dustin is the one to break the silence. “C’mon, Eddie,” he pulls gently on his friend’s sleeve. “We gotta get going, get ready for the next phase.”

“Just a second.” Eddie unlatches the guitar pick chain from around his neck and puts it on yours. He presses on his knees as he stands up, admiring your beauty even in death.

The two of them slowly walk back to the trailer, side by side. Eddie swings an arm around Dustin, pulling him in close.

“I think I loved her, dude,” he whispers, expecting Dustin to roll his eyes or tease him, but the boy just gives him a hug.

“I think she loved you, too,” he replies softly, “actually, I know she did.”

Eddie turns back to take one last look at the realm that claimed the girl of his dreams before ascending the rope.

“Gonna make ‘86 my year, baby. Just for you.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #requests

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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Awkward Car Trips

Masterlist

A/N: Another part of my Idiot!Verse installment! So, hope you enjoy! Feedback/Reblogs appreciated

Takes Place during Season 4

Pairings/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smartassery, dustin being overbearing, steve being an idiot, max being angsty

It was times like this where Steve just couldn’t understand why you were able to be Dustin’s actual babysitter for so long. Dustin Henderson was so damn obnoxious that he wanted to stuff his stupid hat down his throat.

See, what happened was the second you guys left the library to continue on your main quest and not the side quest, as Dustin put it, things kicked off in typical fashion when it came to those two. Dustin proclaimed that he had shotgun to keep all unnecessary sexual tension from taking over, all the while, Steve was shouting that Dustin was being ‘a real dickhead’ and that he was making things awkward.

“Awkward? Who’s awkward? I’m not awkward. Are you awkward, Y/N?” Dustin turned to you, waiting for an answer.

You sighed, “Now I’m just tired.”

Although, what really surprised you and threw you for a loop was seeing Max sitting in the car when you had arrived. She wasn’t even in the library when Steve and Dustin came in, and you had no idea how long she had been with them, but Max was sitting there, quietly watching the two morons bicker.

“Are you awkward, Max?”

“I’m annoyed,” she told Dustin who glared at Steve.

“Okay. So you’re the only awkward one, dude,” Dustin told Steve who sat there clutching the steering wheel, staring straight ahead at the library doors, wondering exactly what moment it was that solidified his attachment with Dustin so he could go back in time and undo it.

“How long have you been here?” You sighed and asked Max.

“Like, in Hawkins or — “

“In the car, smart ass.”

She smirked satisfactorily to herself, hiding it as she turned her head for a second before wiping the smirk off her face, “Awhile. You should’ve seen them shouting about you before they went in.”

Steve glared at her through the rearview mirror, “Didn’t you have headphones on? I thought you couldn’t hear anything.”

“Just one ear,” She replied while Steve groaned.

“Why were you shouting about me?” You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at the ack of Steve’s head, because he refused to turn around and face you.

“No one was shouting about you. We were just talking about coming in to get you.”

“Steve has unresolved feelings towards you. It’s very romantic comedy of him, if we’re being quite honest. It definitely sickens me,” Dustin exclaimed.

You sighed and looked to the teenager you were so fond of, “Hey, Dustin, remind me how that song from Neverending Story goes.”

“Touché,” he muttered while Steve smirked and started the car. You sighed and shook your head, watching Steve as he pulled out of the lot and began to drive.

“So…where are we going?” You asked the three of them, waiting for someone to loop you in, “And just what are we dealing with?”

“Buckle up, buttercup, we’ve got a lot to fill you in on. Hope you didn’t have a big lunch,” Steve said. “First, we’re dropping Max off to see Ms. Kelley and do some investigative work.”

You frowned, “Why are we investigating the guidance counselor?”

“That’s part of the lore we have to tell you. Remember Vecna?” Dustin turned to look at you.

“Uh…what, is that in Eddie’s campaign? You know I can’t remember all your Dungeons and Dragons —“

Dustin groaned and looked to Steve, “This, this is the woman you love, just saying.”

“Eat shit, Henderson,” Steve shouted.

“I will smother you, child!” You shouted at the same time.

Max shook her head and readjusted her headphones over her ears so she could tune out Dustin telling you about everything with the latest monster of the year, Chrissy, Eddie’s involvement, and their theory of what was going on. This was pandemonium, and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach the more Dustin went on. You felt like you were right and totally validated to be afraid and not really wanting any part of this, it really was just getting worse every time one of these monsters came back.

They dropped off Max at Ms. Kelley’s home so she could go inside and talk to her. The three of you waited in the car in an uncomfortable silence. You were thinking about how many close encounters you could possibly have before this whole Upside Down thing caught up to you. Steve was thinking about everything he could possibly do to keep you and the kids safe, and Dustin?

Well, Dustin had different priorities.

“Is this going to be a thing?” Dustin asked. “The air being thick with sexual tension because the two of you are stupid?”

“I remember when you used to be nice to your babysitter. I miss those days. You were such a cute little bastard,” you told Dustin who rolled his eyes.

“Don’t embarrass me, Y/N. You know you’re the best babysitter — sorry, Steve, but she was first — but, like, come on, you guys!”

Steve groaned, “Dustin, enough —“

“No, not enough! You two are obviously super into each other. What the hell has to happen before you two admit it? I mean, god, I’m going to be legal to drink before you two finally kiss!”

“Dustin, it’s not — we just —“ You stumbled over what to say. You didn’t know what to say. Was now the right time to be doing this? Hardly! And you certainly didn’t need a third-party butting in with his opinions and demands of your relationship.

“Y/N, I’ve known you since you moved to town, and Steve is the only guy that’s gotten you to blush and act like a girl and shit like that,” Dustin exclaimed.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, “Totally not true.”

“Yeah, okay. And you,” He glared at Steve who scoffed. “She is the best, most awesome person in the world and you’re being a little chicken shit about this whole thing. Steve, if you don’t marry her and become the ultimate babysitters duo, then you’re just wasting your life!”

“Whoa, who said anything about marriage?” Steve shouted.

“I am too young to be married!” You shouted at the same time.

Dustin sighed and stared up at the sky, as he seemed to be doing this often when it came to your relationship with Steve. He shook his head and stared out the windshield as he tried to figure out what to say to you two to finally get things moving, “Look, all I’m saying, is you two have a great thing. I mean, Steve, I didn’t even like you for a super long time.”

“I know.”

“You were such a douche.”

“I’m aware, Henderson.”

“I mean, really, you were King Douche.”

You snorted and muttered quietly, “Sluttington.”

“Wow. You two are hilarious,” Steve rolled his eyes dramatically while Dustin turned to you and grinned. “What do you want me to do, confess my undying love for her in front of you?”

Dustin shrugged, “I don’t mind.”

“I mind!” Steve shouted.

You blinked several times before raising your hand up as you spoke, “Hold on. Are you in really love with me, Steve?”

Steve sputtered. His cheeks reddened and he gripped the steering wheel as he tried to figure out what to say. He could hardly breathe at the moment, and now he was stuck with you and Dustin trying to find the right words to say. Ugh, this used to come so easily to him, why was he messing this up now?

“Y/N, I —“

“Steve, I —“

You both were cut off by Max suddenly opening the door and sliding inside. She looked between everyone and held up the keys, “I got them. Are we ready to go?” She frowned when she saw Dustin cringing and smack his palm into his face. “What?”

“They were going to admit they love each other, finally,” Dustin said.

“Oh, well don’t let me stop you two. That’s been years in the making, as far as I’ve been told,” Max said.

“See? Thank you!”

“We weren’t. I—“ Steve shook his head and turned back around and started the car up. “Hawkins High is next, right?”

Dustin frowned a little as he realized that maybe he pushed this issue a little too hard, “Hey, man. Look, I — “

“Let’s just go,” you put your seatbelt back on and leaned against the window. “Before Dustin tries to bully his way into everyone’s relationships like he’s the boss.”

Steve scoffed, “Right? You have to humble yourself, man. You’re coming on way too strong.”

“I agree,” you chimed in with Steve. “It’s aggressive. Quite frankly, it’s a little creepy of you. Is this what happens when you miss Suzie?”

“I hate you,” Dustin announced out loud as Steve drove, “I hate you both so god damn much.”

#idiot!verse #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #dustin henderson #max mayfield

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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Hello! I love your work! Could I possibly please get an Eddie x popular!reader who knows absolutely barely nothing about dnd apart from it’s a game and it’s got dice. Like she’s supportive of him having his interests and hobbies and everything and wouldn’t say a bad word about it but knows nothing about it and isn’t into it herself. I don’t mind what happens in the story I just always read ones where the reader is part of hellfire or knows all about dnd and I know nothing as it’s not really my thing! If you could make the reader opinionated and sarcastic as well that would be my dream as I am a far cry from the sunshine and rainbows readers I always read! Thank you so much!! It’s absolutely okay if not as well!! :)

Request by anon ❤

Warnings; Fluff, No Vecna in this story, except in Eddie's D&D campaign ;)

Likes or reblogs are always welcome and appreciated ❤

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work

❤

"I think I could stay like this forever," she says cuddling into her boyfriend Eddie who smiles pressing a gentle kiss to her hair.

"We could princess? Call in sick and maybe we could just stay in bed all weekend?" he asks mischievously.

She smirks.

"Uh, I think your sheeples at Hellfire would have something to say about that baby" he sighs.

"Shit! yeah can't miss tonight sweetheart, we are knee-deep in a tournament including Vecna, it's so cool babe. Gonna be a rough tournament for the boys"

She feels a little tug in her stomach, not really versed in D&D and the lore she struggled to keep up with what he talked about but regardless he knew that and she was always supportive of his hobbies.

Sometimes she did worry that he would prefer a girl who was into D&D and understood everything he said.

"What's wrong princess?" he notices the look on her face and she pouts.

"Eddie, do you ever wish for a girlfriend who's into D&D and knows about it all and isn't completely clueless about it?"

She tries to hide how much it bothers her, she rarely feels insecure in this relationship, Eddie loves her as much as she loves him and treated her like a queen but this is a worry that's been lingering for a while now.

"Why would I want that when I have the most amazing girl already? I love you sweetheart and we have a lot in common, we both love horror movies, you love Metallica and Iron Maiden, you got me into Queen and they are fucking awesome. We both love reading and a lot more"

She relaxes and snuggles back into his arms.

"We don't have to have all the same interests princess it would be boring after a while if we did. I like that we are into different things, I don't know shit about Cheerleading but I know it's awesome and you work super hard and love it so it's important to me"

Her heart swells at his sweetness and she kisses him.

"God, you're disgustingly sweet" he laughs and she finally gets up groaning at the chilly air.

It was well into Autumn now and it was very chilly in Hawkins.

"You know I think we can skip one day after all don't you?" He whoops.

"Absolutely" then he pulls her back into bed and wraps his arms around her.

"But we have to go to Hellfire princess, can you stay and watch? You're my good luck charm" he pouts and she giggles.

"How can I resist those eyes and that pout" his big brown eyes were her weakness and he knew it.

"Fine, fine... Can I sit on your throne?" he grins.

"Baby, I love you but it's my throne, I'm the Dungeon Master". She frowns.

"But you weren't complaining about me sitting on it when I surprised you that time and took you to Hellfire early and we played Dungeon Master and his Mistress" she bats her eyes and he gets a glazed look on his face and grins at the memory.

"We really need to do that again sweetheart". she nods eagerly and relents.

"Fine, you can sit on it until I set up the campaign".

❤

Hellfire arrives quicker than she expects and then she and Eddie brace the chilly air to get to the Drama Club.

While he sets up quickly she takes a seat and Dustin and Mike are the first to arrive then Lucas.

"Hey, how come she can sit on your throne?" Mike complains.

"Because I am his adorable albeit sarcastic yet loving girlfriend Wheeler," she tells him with a smirk.

Eddie looks up annoyed.

"Do you have a problem with my girl sitting there butthead?" Mike splutters and shakes his head.

Dustin rolls his eyes at Mike and Dustin hugs her as Lucas shows her the new trainers he got for playing basketball.

She'd never admit it but Dustin, Lucas and Mike were her favourites in Hellfire, they were like her little brothers and she adored them, which meant she also loved teasing them along with Eddie.

"Princess, I need my throne now. Got to get to work" he tells her as the others arrive.

She might not know much about Hellfire but she sure does love watching Eddie play. He was so focused and intense and it made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

It also made her want to pounce on him but she would save that for when they were back home. It was just very hot watching him when he was in his element as The Dungeon Master.

He's so focused and magnetic that even she was enchanted by the story he was weaving.

She smiles when a character he's created, which he told her was based on her comes up.

An Elven princess, who could weave magic and heal injuries and had a wicked, sharp tongue.

Damn straight she thinks grinning as she hears the description and he briefly comes out of character to wink at her.

Once the session winds down with great victory for the team Eddie approaches her and pulls her in for a kiss.

"Told you that you were my lucky charm princess, now let's get home and continue our lazy weekend yeah? I'm thinking mac and cheese and you for dessert yeah?" he raises an eyebrow.

"You sure do know a way to a girl's heart, Munson, come on" she takes his hand and leads him to his van ready for the weekend.

❤

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader

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hargrove · 4 months

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𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙤 !

✘♚✘ vampire au ➞ vampire hunter / newly made vampire

➠ I can adapt or change any of this to fit other people’s vampire lore and backstories, but the following is Billy’s default. He was still born in 1967 and therefore is 18/19 in 1985. trigger warnings for child abuse and murder.

Neil is a vampire hunter that raised his family in Santa Carla. He trained Billy to follow in his steps and hunt the creatures of the night. Neil’s tyrannical hatred of the species made him a violent man who often took it out on his son, thinking that beating Billy would make him stronger.

When Billy was 12, Neil and his mom were out one night and Neil got angry, striking her. She fell onto a ledge in the pavement and died. He told Billy that a vampire was the cause of her death, so Billy vehemently hunts them to avenge his mother.

When Neil later falls for Susan, he marries her when Billy is 13, bringing both her and Max into the household but telling neither the truth about the supernatural world. Max’s innocence of it all, able to live happily without knowing the awful truth is something that Billy resents, and therefore he pushes her away and bullies her any chance he gets.

If he gets turned, it’ll be when he’s 19, after learning the truth about what happened to his mom.

I prefer to follow the lore of the Lost Boys, basing him on loosely on Michael, but I can adapt.

➠ within the parameters of Stranger Things canon :

When Billy died, he still had remnants of the Mind Flayer coursing through his system, which healed him from otherwise fatal wounds, and he was taken to the Upside Down since he was seen as a liability with the knowledge he gleaned by sharing Vecna’s mind ( same as my main verse )

As he healed, the Upside Down’s atmosphere got into his blood and his heart, which turned him into an undead creature. Needing to sustain himself on human blood, like the other creatures, he walks a thin line between still having his own conscious mind, and being the newest member of the hive mind.

#[ not a new verse #[ just updating with new graphic #✘♚✘ verse info #v ✘ once bitten twice shy : vampire au

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judasofsuburbia · 1 year

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a lil excerpt from a wip i'll be posting here in the next few days!!

March 30th, 1986

When Steve arrives in this dream, he’s almost certain it’s a nightmare. He’s in the Upside Down a couple of feet away from where Eddie Munson took his last breath. Only, he’s not there.

Steve hears soft guitar strums and mumbling. He turns his head to see Eddie sitting on a nearby park bench with his guitar. He looks gruff and dirty like they left him but he’s not bloody anymore. He’s completely mobile too as he bounces his head and moves his deft fingers up and down the neck of his sweetheart.

He keeps strumming the wrong chord and cursing to himself before starting the verse over. Steve is trying to wake himself up before he sees Eddie with his eyes sucked out or his limbs snapped like twigs. Or something worse entirely, because Vecna is really good at making any horrors a reality.

Eddie looks up and smiles widely. “Harrington! What are you doing here?”

Steve can feel the tears before he registers what’s happening. Just hearing his voice washes him with a wave of guilt. He looks up at the dark blue, foggy sky and prays for the nightmare to hurry up already because he needs to go. Like now.

“Are you crying? What’s got you so blue?” Eddie asks with a soft tone. He pats the spot next to him on the grubby bench. “Wanna tell Dr. Munson?”

Steve swallows his underlying fear and walks across the veiny ground, no longer worried about waking anyone up. He sits next to Eddie who is looking at him so friendly and so silly and god, it fucking hurts. It’s so fucking mean for Vecna to do this to him.

“Woman troubles, perhaps?” Eddie asks in a faux professional tone. He holds out his hands like he’s writing down in a notebook.

“Eddie,” Steve sighs.

“Oof, that sounds worse than woman troubles. What kind of demons does Harrington battle on a day-to-day basis?” Eddie places his guitar on his lap and gives Steve his full attention.

“Besides the regular ones?” Steve jokes with a humorless tone.

“Besides those, yeah,” Eddie smiles. God, why is he so smiley?

“You’re dead, dude,” Steve states. “It fucking sucks.”

Eddie tilts his head and his smile fades. “I’m dead?”

Okay, so the nightmare is explaining Eddie’s death to him. Well damn, Vecna, that’s pretty fucking creative. Your nightmare writer’s room knows exactly what they’re doing. Steve closes his eyes and swallows the dusty air. It burns his throat but not as much as his next words are going to.

“Uh, yeah. The demo bats got you. Worse than they got me. A whole swarm of them. You distracted them from going after us. Pulled your little cutesy hero stunt and inadvertently saved us all.”

Eddie huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, that can't be me. I’m no hero, Harrington.”

“Oh, but you are. Even after you promised me you wouldn’t be. Kept Dustin safe, kept him alive, but shit dude, he still found you. Held you until your last words.”

Eddie shoves his shoulder. “Hey, man, that’s not funny.”

“No, the fuck it’s not,” Steve snaps. Eddie flinches and Steve slumps back into the seat. “Found Dustin that way. He clung to you and he screamed at me to carry you out of here even though you were absolutely 100% gone. I don’t know if that little shrimp will ever forgive me. The only thing that made him move was the fact that Max got hurt.”

“Max got hurt?” Eddie asks quietly.

Steve nods. “She’s in a coma now. Vecna got her with the limbs and almost the eyes. They don’t know when or if she will wake up.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “I’m so sorry.”

Steve flashes him a look. “Are you apologizing for dying right now? Are you really doing that?”

Eddie lets out a frustrated laugh. “What else am I supposed to say?”

Steve exhales and picks at his nails. “I don’t know.”

They sit in wallowing silence for a few moments. The Upside Down is eerily quiet now. Maybe this is how it is when there are no intruders. No one to snap in half. No one to possess. Steve hates that it’s almost peaceful. If only there will sunlight and no particles floating in the air. The veiny surfaces are also a little unnerving. Someone should hire a decorator or something.

“A decorator,” Eddie giggles. “That’s a good one, Harrington.”

Steve stammers. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Eddie shrugs. “If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, y’know?”

Steve takes the time to wipe the appropriate tears before gesturing to Eddie’s guitar. “What were you working on before I got here?”

“I’m not sure, actually,” Eddie admits with a helpless look at his guitar. “Some song that keeps playing really softly in the distance.”

“Play it for me?” Steve requests with a kind smile.

Eddie picks his guitar back up and plucks out the first few notes. It sounds familiar. Sounds…festive?

“That’s all I can figure out,” Eddie says.

“Do it again?”

“Are you sure this is a real song?” Eddie jokes.

“I think so. Try it again.”

Eddie does. The same rhythm. Steve hums along. He motions with his hands for Eddie to play it again.

“I’ll have a blue Christmas, without you. I’ll be so blue just thinkin’ about you.” Steve sings quietly. He gasps and points excitedly at the guitar. “It’s Elvis Presley! It’s Blue Christmas!”

Eddie plays it one more time and his face brightens up despite the hellish environment they’re existing in. Steve reckons Eddie’s the brightest thing down here right now. “You’re telling me I’m strumming a Christmas song in March?

“Maybe Vecna’s a real Elvis girl,” Steve says while Eddie groans.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get struck down for that.”

“I mean no offense,” Steve raises his hands and talks up to the sky. “Elvis is a pretty cool guy. Just…you know he has other songs, right?”

“You’re a little early, Vecna, my guy,” Eddie shouts in the same direction. No lightning or a league of shadows and bats swarm them while they’re giggling to themselves.

“One of the better Christmas songs, I’d argue,” Steve says.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Why? It’s sad as hell.”

“No, no. It’s romantic. It’s about long-lost love. Wanting to hold the one you love during Christmas.”

“But not getting to. Hence why it’s a blue Christmas.”

Steve considers this but makes a disagreeing noise. “Still romantic. Hopeless but romantic.”

Eddie nudges Steve’s shoulder with his own. “You’re a sweet guy, huh?”

“I don’t know. The jury’s still out I think, considering this is where karma has led me.”

Eddie looks around and shakes his head. Drums his fingers on the body of his guitar.

Steve doesn’t want to ask this. He knows, okay he knows, this is just a dream (or an upcoming nightmare). Something that’s made to feel real but isn’t. Still, he asks, “Are you actually alive?”

Eddie glances up at him. His big, brown eyes are shimmering with naive, joyful hope. “You tell me, big boy.”

#emily writes #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fics

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envyadams-vs-me · 1 year

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King Steve being mocked by his friends and enemies with the song 'You're So Vain' by Carly Simon.

It starts when Tommy off-handedly scoffs and says, "You're so vain, dude." As Steve stands beside him fixing his hair in his car window.

This makes Carol laugh as she starts singing the opening verse of the song, by the time she gets to the chorus Tommy has joined in and Steve is laughing his ass off.

It's funny.

Or it starts that way at least.

Pretty soon it spirals out of hand and it's the worst thing anybody can say about Steve. If he even hears the opening line 'Son of a gun,' nausea turns his stomach and he has to leave.

Then he has Nancy, and she finds it endearing when he stops to fix a hair that's fallen out of place. She even stops of help him and laughs when he playfully slaps her hands away, muttering and exasperated "I got it."

Then Barb dies and he's bullshit. He's somehow worse than just a vain popular jock. He's not even real. His whole being is bullshit. It's not a fun realization.

But as he loses his friends and meets his platonic soulmate while working at an ice cream shop, he clings to his vanity. If he can't be anything else, he'll be pretty. It's the one thing he knows how to be.

He's fine being the pretty one. Even refers to himself as 'the hot babysitter', much to the kid's dismay. Of course the song comes back to haunt him when one of the kids hears it and says, "It made me think of you."

Steve finds that he's okay with that now. It doesn't bother him as much when the kids and older teens relate the song to him because it's not malicious. They hear the song and smile because they think of their friend. That makes Steve's heart warm and fuzzy, his affection only grows for his lil found family.

Then he gets Vecna'd.

His trapped in his own head, haunting memories of his parents abuse and abandonment. His 'friends' forcing him to do things that now make him want to hurl. Him watching others get beat up and bullied and doing nothing about it.

He's near passing out with how rapid his breathing gets, then he's in his empty house. Standing in his living room, alone.

A record player, perched on his coffee table, comes to life and he feels dread wah over him. He's ready to throw up, to cry, to beg for this all to stop, when he hears a familiar whisper.

"Son of a gun..."

He reels back as if he's been hit and he can feel the presence of Vecna still haunting him, but he's no longer scared.

As he listens to the song he realizes he's singing along, tapping his foot and thinking of his friends. His family. He can hear their voices.

He can hear their footsteps as they crash into his house and there's a pause before Steve's inviting them in to come sing with him. It's no longer a nightmare, not with his friends.

Soon they're all screaming the song and laughing as they stumble over each other. It fills Steve up with the warmth of the sun and he's never felt more safe or happy listening to a song that used to haunt him.

He wakes up in a hospital bed to the soft sound of a guitar and tired mumbling. He's tapping his fingers to it, when he realizes he's not alone.

Dustin's at his side snoring, head lulled on the side of his bed. Mike, Lucas, and Max all stuffed onto a small loveseat. And Robin, leaning up against Eddie. Eddie, the source of the soft guitar yawns and stops his playing to drags his hands down his face.

"Don't stop now, you're at the best part." Steve's voice is incredibly hoarse, like he hasn't spoken for days, and his whole body hurts but he's smiling. He's happy to see his family.

The somber mood doesn't last long, as Eddie's screaming wakes everyone up. Lucas runs to get Nancy, El, and the adults who were anxiously waiting outside the room.

Steve's bombarded with hugs and sobs all around him and he's never felt more loved, nor more appreciative of his vanity.

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careol · 24 days

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no but since carol is the only other adult besides joyce and hopper who knows about the upside down, imagine carol helping the hawkins kids in s4 because everyone else is gone. well just the byers and hop but you know what i mean. she'd be the only one they could confide in, who knows about the scary shit and how to deal.

can you imagine carol up against vecna? she makes him look like a little bitch.

that last part is just me and believing she's a goddess, not how things would actually play out in her verse.

#* &. i'm gay for melissa / ooc.

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wisdomssdaughterr · 2 years

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the way “I know the end” - phoebe bridgers progresses and matches up with each season & the entire plot / story of stranger things is something that can be so personal.

season 1 - verse 1

the idea of “home.” joyce (and everyone) is trying to bring will back home, and will his desperately trying to survive for his “home” to find him. el escapes a place that was set up as her “home” but it wasn’t. she finds mike and the party and starts to understand that a home can be the people not the place. it also emphasizes this quiet insanity that small towns, like hawkins, hold, and how it’s supposed to be this ideal way of life (something something nancy wheeler’s speech of not wanting to end up like her parents, will being “different,” the party using fantasy games as a way to escape the mundane.)

chorus 1 - season 2

“you had to go” el had to go, just for a little while but of course mike nor anyone but hopper knew of such things. and the slip of will through all of their fingers as he “goes” into the upside down via his true sight. and going meaning changing. relationships changed, they burned out because things had shifted so drastically (the steve, nancy, jonathan mess of 1984). the wave of something bigger hitting the shore (hawkins) opening up an ocean of things to come.

verse 2 - season 3

mike and will becoming friends on the playground in kindergarten. need I say more? “he’s quiet today.” “he’s always quiet.” the growing pains in the summer between middle school and the end of the world. lashing out and pulling away, but the inevitable falling back together because it’s not only just what you know but what you love. it’s byler, okay?

chours 2 - season 4

who had to go? mike to california to keep playing a game with himself between his girlfriend and his best friend and the mess of feels that come with them (open closet, one way sign). el to become a superhero again (conditional love). max to somewhere that she wouldn’t be a burden to her friends / family anymore (I’d get him to swap our places). and do you know who knows all of this? vecna.

the pieces start to fall together (apart) and hawkins descends from a place of tragedy cursed by the devil himself. holes are ripped and mobs formed as their hometown starts to “go down” and the hawkins team dives headfirst into hell in hopes of stopping something inevitable. the upside down is festering (do you remember what that word means, eleven?)

bridge !! season 5 ( and 4 vol. 2)

thinking of the california gang post el recuse flying down highways to reach hawkins. the radio is up, per will’s request because he knows something the rest of them don’t (should I stay or should I go, will singing this and surviving in the upside down for a week, coincidence? nah). they reach the midwestern country side and it looks exactly how this bridge feels. idk how to explain it. the strip malls, the muddled spring browns and greens, the farmland and animals roaming behind fences. the fear of god lingering in the air when you pass the million and one billboards of bible versus on poster board.

back in hawkins the end reaches the surface, people start to take notice. the government invades the town and there is no more containing the leak of the upside down into hawkins. it’s on display, it’s coming. they can’t stop it.

el’s search for a new home - new people outside the lab. she finds herself trapped in a loop of starting new and being dragged back to the past.

the wheelers house slow-motion crumble, destroyed, falling into the pits of the upside down. illuminated in red, the place it began and the place it ends.

“if people can disappear…can an entire town?” the answer? yes.

the wiping of hawkins, indiana from the map. it’s gone. nothing but the welcome to hawkins sign remains, spray painted with the word ‘hell’ over top. it’s like it never existed at all. maybe it comes back, maybe it doesn’t. a folktale of a town that once sat there, cursed.

the vanishing of will byers -> the vanishing of hawkins

#long post!#pls let me be unhinged on my own blog #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 5 #will byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #hawkins indiana #stranger things theory #phoebe bridgers #st4 #byler #elmike

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medlilove-fandom-brainrot · 2 years

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Sun shines in, you have awoken

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Steve’s neck is Eddie’s favourite place to devour when they were alone. All freckles and soft skin.

Though it took a while for Eddie to gain access to this most adored place…

The door was locked tight. Eddie didn’t know why but he respected it. It was hard for Steve to explain but he couldn’t bear the sensation of anything on or around his neck. He could not be touched there without it triggering a visceral reaction.

A sort of song fic to Black Sabbath's - Behind the Wall of Sleep

Finally managed to put together a little scene or two, got a bit too poetic but I’m having fun, enjoy!

After that awful week falling in and out of the upside-down, after the miracle that was Vecnas death, when he could actually stop and assess what hurt and where. The sore welts, stinging and bruised around his neck, it was overwhelming, suffocating. He couldn’t look at himself in a mirror, couldn’t touch it, treat it, clean it. Not without his heart tormenting him, battering his rib cage, lurching and jumping...

The perfect family, straight-laced, proper, well-behaved, clean-cut, normal, perfect. Perfect or face the wrath of reputation, of image. Those moments when Steve’s father snapped, really snapped, when he got in the way, said the wrong thing, screwed something up again, when it took over, rarer now, but still paralysing. Hands, bigger than his. Easiest target, small neck, moments of the perfect suburban family shattered, only behind a closing door. Skin, bruised and red for days, sick out of school, he had a cold again, slipped by the pool. Its okay, he had a tendency for solitude anyway.

Hadn’t happened in years. As their son grew up, he learned to be an ideal child, to make no waves and stay out of the way. Though, if his mind was idle, more often than not after a fight, he felt it again. The weight of a heavy-handed touch. Reciting bible verses with an iron fist.

Fights that he found were becoming more and more common as his life went more and more off skew. The bats, repulsive and cursed, diving and tearing, latching onto his throat of all places.

Sweet irony around his neck like a noose. They had not helped. Luckily, in the heat of it all, there were wonderfully horrible distractions from his stinging skin. Cold and familiar, lost in time.

Hope to god that would be the last of fights like that.

But after it ended and the world went back to normal, the tentacles, the hands, their weight would hit him in flashes. Not all the time, not all the time…but my god, did it remain.

Visions cupped within the flower

Eddie had no idea of course. No one did, not Nancy, or Robin, no one. Max and Eddie dragged themselves back into the world of the living, slowly and painfully, but they did it, and are still doing it. That little girl who didn’t really talk, El. She had endured it all again, again, again. Nancy and Jonathan, both witnesses to more horror than anyone could ever comprehend, both so tough. Dustin, Robin, he was the reason they had both been so caught up in it, he could never burden them with anything more.

Hopper knew something, the man had a way of looking right through him the few times they spoke. He picked up on Steve’s left ear being pretty much useless before anyone else after all.

Steve avoided being alone with him just in case. It was easy enough to do once things had calmed down. The police usually had at least an idea of the true characters of mothers and fathers when in such a small town like Hawkins. Though Steve still hoped that he was the exception.

He didn’t need to be reminded of nearly getting found out, lying to a police officer at just six years old, had a cold, slipped by the pool. The more time went by the more Steve started to realise, to his absolute horror, that that cop he lied to might just have been a recently returned to town, Jim Hopper. Something about the voice he used when talking to the kids, had given Steve such a deep sense of Deja Vu…

Regardless, everyone's got enough on their plates, he didn't need them worrying about him. No, this was just a passing thing, some small thing that is just…what it is. It never came up. Though he was fully aware of what Vecna would have shown him if he had wanted to.

But Vecna was dead, and they were alive, and he could taste cigarettes on Eddie's tongue and his curly dark hair tickled Steve’s ringing ears, making him wriggle and laugh. How comfortable he found himself, with the weight of Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson on top of him, he almost couldn’t believe it.

As summer began, slow and dry, and they first began to explore each other, it didn’t take long for Eddie to recognise the responses to his touch.

As ringed fingers reached up to his neck, soft and loving, tension rippled through Steve’s body beneath his. With a jump and sudden shift in tone, the room dropped in temperature. A sharp gasp, involuntary and jarring. A sound of anxiety? Fear? Or literally pain…? Of something, from somewhere deep down, but not forgotten.

Eddie had moved his hand at once, the atmosphere shifting. He pulled up, concerned. What had he done? Alarm bells rang through him at that sound. Alarm bells in the corner of Steve’s eyes, in the tension in his face in the work he was putting in to try to push it all down again. The hand that gripped the blanket beneath them hard, then let it loose almost forcefully, hoping it would go unnoticed. But Eddie caught sight of it when he pulled back. His own body wincing a little, scars still tender, moved too fast, instinctively.

He stared down at him as Steve tried to compose himself, eye’s squeezed shut, red flush on his cheeks, but not in the familiar way that Eddie adored. In a way that carried shame.

Eddie’s mind raced through the last few minutes, tracing every movement, trying to read the face of the man beneath him. But Steve wouldn’t look at him. He blinked heavily, flustered, attempting to push something back down quickly. Steve wasn’t in his bed anymore, not in his trailer, he was somewhere else.

“Hey, hey!” Barely more than a whisper, he went to touch Steve’s shoulder but hesitated. His mind spun.

Deadly petals with strange power

The sore red blisters from the bats, diving and tearing into his skin? They had long since healed. Did it still hurt? Or was too close a touch, too much of a ghastly reminder of what they had endured? Were his rings just really cold? Had Steve reacted this was in the Spring, when the world was dying? Had he been too busy with his own fear to notice? Doubt crept in on that last one, this felt a little closer to home.

A flicker of self-disgust washed over Steve’s face as just about caught Eddie’s eye at last. He ran his hand over his brow then brought it down to rub his left ear as he often did, brows knotted. "Sorry…I…" his voice was raw, and his face was full of some twisted thing left unsaid. Strained, the words stuck, stubbornly.

Eddie just stared at him, eyes wide. He was momentarily speechless for the look Steve was giving him, one of shame, of guilt. What could he say to look like that? How could he say that he loves all that there is to him, that he wanted everything Steve was willing to give? That it was okay, that it was fine? That he wanted to look right at everything, look it in the eyes, the good and the bad? Look at it on purpose. That his body is his alone no matter how close anyone gets to it? That he will always listen? That he could never and would never ask for more? His mind was racing.

Steve’s breath catching in his throat, shifting up on his right elbow, trembling, grounded Eddie. Steve looked away as though burnt. This brought him back to what was happening in front of him

“Steve, it’s okay, it’s okay!” He said, with all the sincerity he had in him.

They looked at each other again.

Eddie smiled and shook his head softly, leaning down to bring their foreheads together silently, his hands in Steve’s hair, where they had been so many times before, as Steve closed his eyes again, still struggling with himself. “You’re okay, I swear man, you’re fine. It’s all fine” Eddie felt Steve nod very slightly at his words, swallowing again.

The metalhead slid over back onto his mattress and stretched out on his back on Steve’s left side, reaching for a pack of cigarettes. Steve leaned into Eddie's outstretched arm, which soon enveloped him, giving a slight rub of his shoulder in an attempt to lend him a bit of reassurance. He fiddled with the pack with his free hand as Steve cleared his throat faintly, rubbing his eyes, breathing deeply.

They settled into a comfortable point together on the bed as Eddie lit a cigarette, took a drag, and then placed it softly between Steve’s waiting lips.

Chills and numbs from head to toe.

Eddie made a mental note that night to avoid that particularly sensitive area, no explanation needed ever. But his mind did wander…

Months pass. Mercifully peaceful. Bodies healed and all kept in each other's good company. There are some things you can’t go through without becoming closer.

Hawkins was creeping into that frost of early November, that not quite Winter weather. It would snow soon, but it wasn’t quite cold enough yet.

The sun was setting lazily behind the trees that lined the trailer park. If it could stay ahead of the grey clouds in the south it would have the chance of being beautiful. The tape deck hummed with a familiar soft rattle, balancing upon the cluttered desk. Strategically positioned so it would be on Steve’s right side, his good ear. The oldest tape Eddie had, Black Sabbath’s first album, self-titled, sang through the room as a whisper. Strange and pagan. Each song a long-lost spell that was unearthed in some old world forest in western England.

Icy sun with frosty glow

The back room of the trailer had kept surprisingly toasty. Small spaces were good like that. It had been a day where time moved at its own sleepy pace. Lying together upon old blankets and pillows, all day they had read comics and books, napped and listened to the same album on repeat. Steve’s fingers wandered idly in long dark curls above him as he lay on his back listening to the mystical words and raw cries.

Eddie leant over him from his silent left. At some point Steve could not recall, his shirt had been unbuttoned. Black nails, chipped with drug-store polish, tracing moles like constellations, past the scars and chest fuzz, touching every one like a blessing, like a prayer. Up and down through his face, arms and torso, brushing over his favourites with his lips, tongue, teeth, to be answered only by divine little gasps as the man under him quivers, book beside him abandoned. Fingers orbiting over the ones on his neck like a satellite, having never touched him there again.

Look upon you at your trial

Eddie paused his voyage across the stars. His left arm draped over the other man's chest, with the right hovering fingers over those two moles on the left side of Steve’s neck, little vampire bites, those were his most favourite of all. Eddie hummed absentmindedly as he admired them. Quiet content to watch the sun from the window shift slowly across Steve's skin as it sunk lower and lower.

Steve’s left side shifted and his hand went to Eddie’s then, causing Eddie to look up at him quickly as though snapping out of a stupor. Warm fingers upon cold knuckles suspended just above no man's land. His hands were always cold, Steve’s always warm.

They watched each other for a second, not speaking. Eddie questioning while Steve’s eyes were hard to read. Then, in one steady movement, Steve lowered Eddie’s whole palm down against his neck. This caught Eddie completely off guard, gazing down at him with that look that Steve just loved, eyes shining, questioning, adoring. He held his breath.

The metalhead knew that this thing, this issue, whatever it was, was more than bats diving and tearing in the upside-down. He had his suspicions, but Steve had never talked about it.

With movements so delicate that Eddie did not know he was capable of until that very moment, he brushed his hand across Steve’s flushed skin, hoping his little green ring wasn’t too unbearably cold. Steve’s eyes flickered as a cold palm, tingling and radiating, sent shivers down his spine. His mind caught up to his body, processing the touch. Eddie felt goosebumps, and he waited, watching him.

Steve blinked and looked at him, heartbeat reverberating on his chest and he swallowed thickly, Eddie felt it. Eye on eye, hand on hand.

Steve’s fingers slipped away down his wrist, passing his watch and his chain, brushing over the wretched bats, diving and tearing, upon his forearm, resting on his elbow. Slowly, slowly the constellations aligned. His thumb brushed against that jawline, up to his lips and back down again. Settling upon a sacred treasure.

With a nervous certainty, Steve finally let out a breath. “Wanted to see what it felt like.” Half laughing, eyes searching again.

Feel your spirit rise with the breeze

Feel your body falling to its knees

Eddie cocked his head teasingly, mouth ajar, shining eyes burning for an answer he already had, something rising within him. Steve let out a snort at the reaction of the other, breaking into a grin. “It feels…I like it.” Breathless with relief, of passing a test of one's own design, his grin shifted sheepishly as Eddie remained quiet, looking for his own answer.

Eddie just blinked down at him silently, with those eyes like galaxies, full of mirth. His smile broke through like the sun, laughing, the centre of it all, all big teeth and dimples and unrestrained joy. Beaming, wild, fit to burst. Thawing whatever was left of Steve’s apprehension, replacing the warmth of the sunlight that had disappeared from the windows as the sound of rain hit the trailer at last.

His fingers gently traced his new favourite part of Steve’s body over and over, with both hands. It was a sensory experience that neither could get enough of. Eddie kissed him. Unhurriedly and deeply, leaning into the eager figure he was now completely on top of, softly at first, then harder, pushing open those fine lips with an eager tongue.

The holy trinity of rings laced up over his right ear, into thick messy hair. Eddie chuckled as he shifted down to finally kiss that neck, slowly, desperately. All of this at once prompted a round of hungry gasps and enamoured hums through a still open mouth. Feeling Steve’s hand tighten on his elbow, he grinned into the skin of his throat, pleased with the sounds he was hearing. Steve gasped again, and wrapped his arms around his neck and shoulders, through his curly hair and pulling at his shirt, melting into him. A loud, unrestrained laugh burst out of Eddie as he heard Steve swear softly, overwhelmed.

He still did not have all the answers, but it did not matter.

What pride he felt, to be granted access to this consecrated place. To have it be out of choice, to choose to have hands, soft and loving, returning, replacing the fear of touch with the joy of it. Will this wipe away what came before? Eddie had no idea, but it didn’t matter right now. To relish in it was enough for him. More than enough. To be allowed through a door locked so tightly, Eddie was sure he could fly now.

Now from darkness, there springs light

Wall of sleep is cool and bright

They woke to the early morning sun. Icy with a frosted glow. Pale, wet and weak, hitting the dew on the windows of Eddie's trailer. They had shifted in their sleep, the weight of Steve’s head on his heart, coconut in his hair and in his nose. Eddie had never slept so well.

Wall of sleep is lying broken

Sun shines in, you have awoken

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Feel free to be brutally honest: have you heard the 'Eddie is Kas' theory/do you think it has any merit? I can definitely see a ton of parallels between them but I'm still on the fence as to whether they would actually follow through with it. 'The references could be entirely coincidental and you are insane' is warring with 'vampire folklore traditionally holds that you have to die first in order to be turned, so it's plausible they're telling the truth about Eddie being 100% dead because vampires are UNdead' in my mind.

I'm kind of torn on the theory, but I oddly feel like Max is more likely to be Kas than Eddie. I feel like this whole Vecna puppet undead thing applies to Max way more than Eddie because she's currently alive and is pretty much a zombie. I'm going to go into a bit more detail with some evidence for this later.

First up, who is Kas? I play a lot of D&D, but I will admit I've never come across Kas or Vecna lore in any of my campaigns so this is all coming from the fandom wiki. Basically, Kas was a puppet of Vecna's and was his loyal follower. However, Kas had a lethal sword which whispered to him to kill Vecna, leading to him betraying him. Banishing Vecna sent him to Vecna's dimension and the negative energy warped him into a vampire. Kas then waged war on Vecna after he was freed from the dimension in order to get back his sword, leading to both dimensions being destroyed.

So there's a lot to unpack here. First of all, being stuck in Vecna's dimension and becoming a vampire? Eddie was killed by bats in the Upside Down, which is commonly linked to vampire mythology. He has bat tattoos as well, which links him even more to the vampires. As you mentioned, he also died and vampires are undead. Maybe being killed by the bats meant that he absorbed some of their bat-ness along with the energy of the Upside Down, warping him into some sort of undead vessel.

However, the whole thing about Kas being Vecna's puppet makes me think this is about Max. Eddie played the song Master of Puppets before he was killed, so let's take a look at some of the lyrics:

Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings

Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams

Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

To me, this sounds a lot like what Vecna did to Max. Currently Max is an empty vessel with no soul, like a vampire, who was brought back from the dead. Vecna blinded Max before he killed her so if/when she wakes up, she wont be able to see a thing. Vecna has her consciousness and he absorbed it after he killed her. Another later verse points to Vecna controlling Max later on:

I will occupy

I will help you die

I will run through you

Now I rule you too

This sounds a lot like Max to me. Vecna manipulated her and warped her memories, blinded her, killed her and now she is his puppet. So I feel like ultimately, the Kas theory applies to Max a lot more than it does Eddie. So what does this mean for Max? When Max wakes up, she'll be an empty vessel for Vecna to control. She's also a great tool of manipulation, especially to Lucas because they're in love but more importantly, he knows how much Eleven cares about Max. This means that they won't be able to kill Max because they're too attached to her.

But if we're following the Kas thing, Kas' sword whispers to him to kill Vecna. People have pointed out the parallels between Hopper's sword and Kas' sword, although whether this is an Easter egg is yet to be seen. If it is though, they're clearly planting the idea of Kas in our head.

Anyways, this would mean that Max would betray Vecna and be able to banish him at the expense of herself as it would exile her to another dimension. I feel like she wouldn't be persuaded to this by a sword, but by another 'weapon'. Eleven has been referred to as a weapon for seasons, so what if Eleven is somehow able to get through to Max, maybe using the letters. Enough so that Max can break free of Vecna and betray him. This is kind of a parallel to Will in S2 being able to break free of the mind flayer enough so that he can betray him.

Also, Joe Quinn has spoken about how he's only meant to be in one season because of his death and S5 has apparently been planned out during COVID so if they do this, it was not the original intention of the plot. Also, Kas kills Vecna and I highly doubt that Eddie who was not intended to come back in S5 would do this, which gives me some doubts. If they do go for the Eddie is Kas thing, it'll be because of the audience which I don't really like because they should stick to their own creative vision. Plus, they need to keep dead characters dead. That being said, maybe they're lying and they planned this all along but Joe's interviews cast doubt on that to me.

Obviously this doesn't fit one to one with the whole vampire thing, but I feel like Max is way more of a 'Kas' than Eddie is. Thanks for the ask (:

#stranger things #stranger things four #st4 #stranger things theory #stranger theories #stranger things analysis #eddie munson #max mayfield #lumax #st4 volume 2 #vecna stranger things #henry creel

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